The music in the venue was produced by enchanted instruments, which had been playing soft melodies so far. However, it was time to ignite the party. A Red dressed as an undead rocker stepped onto the small platform where the instruments were set, and the music instantly picked up. The lights in the hall also shifted in certain areas, adopting more vibrant tones, while a thin layer of mist began to spread across the floor, enhancing the atmosphere.
Another one of my clones appeared by the side tables, where the professors were also stationed. They were there mainly to supervise the large gathering of students, but that didn't stop them from enjoying the festive vibe. This clone took charge of gradually conjuring drinks and, at the right moment, would bring out the food for everyone.
My main self was elsewhere, not to work on the event's organization but to check on the girls in my group and see how they were enjoying themselves. They were all dressed in costumes they had prepared beforehand, and I must admit, they looked charming. Although, of course, not as provocative as some of the outfits chosen by the older students. I grabbed a few drinks from the tables and went to deliver them one by one.
First, I approached the Patil twins. Their costumes had an Indian theme. Padma came as Saraswati, the goddess of wisdom, while Parvati dressed as an asura, a demon from Hindu mythology. Although I didn't know much about the background of their choices, I couldn't deny how well they pulled them off: one exuded serenity, the other power. I offered them drinks and chatted for a while about their costumes. In the end, I agreed to their proposal to teach me more about their culture, promising that I'd try to wear something Indian-themed at the next party.
Next, I went to Lavender. Initially, she had planned to come as a princess, but for "some reason," she changed her mind and decided to dress as a ghost. When no one was looking, she discreetly approached, took my hand as she sipped her drink, and on her face, I could almost see the fantasy of the two of us wandering as ghosts together for eternity.
Hermione was my next stop. At first, I had suggested a cat costume, but she rejected it, probably because, like the one I sent to McGonagall, it was too daring. In the end, she chose to dress as a dentist, likely because it allowed her to wear a mask that hid her front teeth. This insecurity about her appearance had resurfaced when she saw herself in the mirror with vampire fangs, though I found it amusing.
I took the opportunity to tease her, hugging her as I playfully asked her to urgently check my mouth. While she was slightly annoyed by my behavior, I noticed her blushing, torn between irritation and some temptation. Before leaving, I warned her that rejecting the cat costume was a decision she'd regret and that fate might find a way to correct it… Now I need to think of how to convince her to prepare the Polyjuice Potion.
Then I reached Cho. She had dressed as a thunderbird—or at least tried to. Her costume featured three pairs of wings on her back that emitted small electric sparks, a distinctive tail, a feather-like dress, and a hat shaped like the bird's head. The costume had been tricky to create, and I had to help her finish it. She looked amazing, but dancing in it was difficult. Watching her struggle to move, I decided to step in. I took her hand by surprise, spinning her in a move that, unfortunately, ended with her wings zapping a few people nearby. To her embarrassment, the situation seemed amusing to Cho. My presence on the dance floor made her the center of attention, something she clearly enjoyed. I left one of my clones dancing with her while I continued my rounds.
Shortly after, several of the girls were inspired to hit the dance floor. They asked me to dance with them, and while many weren't exactly experts, my skills helped them look as if they owned the dance floor.
Penelope, dressed in a zombie schoolgirl costume I had suggested and she had accepted despite the chill, was somewhat distant, watching my clones with a thoughtful expression. So engrossed was she in her thoughts that she didn't even notice my presence, giving me the perfect opportunity to startle her with a hug from behind.
Her reaction was a mix of a stifled scream and a blush that made her nervously glance around as if suddenly the whole world was watching her. But I didn't give her time to protest—I grabbed her hand and led her to a nearby empty room, closing the door behind us.
With a swift move, I lifted her and sat her on a table. She let out a small gasp of surprise but didn't resist. She stayed there, shy, as if torn between protesting or waiting to see what would happen.
"Jealous of the girls dancing with me?" I asked as I stepped closer, nearly pressing my body against hers. "Why not join them?"
"And what if someone finds out about us?" she replied nervously, though her deepening blush betrayed her. She had been so focused on keeping our relationship a well-guarded secret that she now seemed to be walking on eggshells.
"You think too much," I said with a mischievous smile. "Everyone knows that you and I are the masters of dance. It wouldn't be weird if we danced together... even if it was the most intense and erotic tango ever." I gave her a small kiss as I lowered my hands to her waist, grabbing onto her panties and pulling them down.
"Now!? Here!?" She asked in a panicked tone.
My answer was to simply kneel in front of her, placing my head under her skirt and making her scream with my tongue that was now playing with her soft parts using the little trick of employing [Ecstasy] on the tip. Her face turned redder than a tomato, and she felt the cold room change into a sauna. Although she tried to keep her composure, she had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning, while the loud music from outside was the only ally to maintain privacy.
But to her absolute horror, the door in front of her opened, and someone walked in. Her alarm was expressed by squeezing her legs against my head in fear and a quick attempt to push me away, but it was too late. Besides, I wasn't going to pull back from my delicious meal. Penelope watched in shock as Lavender Brown entered and saw us, nearly having a heart attack.
"Lav...! This isn't what it looks like. I... I hurt myself, and Red was just… checking if I was okay," Penelope stammered through trembling lips, her voice shaking as tears began to well up. It felt like her entire world was collapsing. All her efforts to keep our relationship a secret seemed to be unraveling before her eyes. Her only hope was that Lavender believed her clumsy excuse... or that somehow, she could convince her to stay quiet.
However, Lavender's reaction was anything but expected. Penelope had anticipated surprise, fear, maybe even disgust. But what she saw left her utterly baffled: Lavender's eyes seemed... dazed.
The girl slowly closed the door, leaning against it as though needing support. And then, to Penelope's utter horror and profound embarrassment, Lavender let out a gasp.
"Wha...?" Penelope could barely form a word, staring as Lavender began clutching her crotch with one hand, her cheeks flushing an intense red.
"Red's not checking any injury..." Lavender murmured, her tone sounding like it had come straight out of a very poorly written romance novel. "He couldn't resist… he attacked you right here, at the party… while everyone's outside, oblivious to what's happening. He's using his mouth to... ahhh... Oh, heavens! He must have put lust potions in the food... planning to turn us all into his sex slaves tonight…"
Penelope was utterly frozen.
"W-wha... what?" she stammered, too stunned to process what she was hearing.
Meanwhile, still trapped beneath her skirt, I could only roll my eyes. I knew it was Lavender the moment I saw her following us, but I hadn't expected it to go this far.
"He doesn't want anything but our bodies!" Lavender continued, completely engrossed in her twisted fantasy, her breath ragged as her hands wandered down highly questionable paths on her clothing. "He's just toying with you now... but soon he'll come for me too... or worse... he'll force me to please you, Sister Penelope! He'll make me serve another woman, crying out of disgust... but unable to disobey... worshiping your… your... pussy like a filthy lebian."
"Lesbian," I corrected from my position.
"That!" Lavender exclaimed, still lost in her delusion. "But then you'll fall for his manhood, become loyal to him... and you'll be the one to claim my body! You'll take my first time while he laughs, and I'll scream, 'Sister Penelope, don't do it! I don't like girls! Please…' And after my purity is taken by another woman, feeling utterly destroyed, he'll come and violate me, putting a child in my womb..." Her words grew more fragmented, her gaze increasingly vacant.
"Red, what are you doing?! Stop, something weird is happening to Lavender!" Penelope suddenly yelled, alarmed by my lack of reaction as I remained hidden under her skirt. She looked at Lavender with growing concern, noticing how the girl appeared to be in some kind of trance.
"She's fine, it's just a sexual curse preventing her from satisfying herself, and the frustration has driven her to confusion. Though I admit, it's surprising how quickly she's spiraled." (Red)
"What?!" Penelope exclaimed, incredulous. "We have to help her! Someone did this to her! We need to fix it right now!" she said, almost panicking.
"Relax... I put the curse on her. She asked for it."
Penelope's eyes widened, looking from me to Lavender, who was now on her knees with an expression somewhere between painful and strangely pleasurable, slowly approaching.
"Sister Penelope... I know it's because of Red's power, but fight it... you can't do that to my innocent little hole...! I don't want to know yours either...!" Lavender sobbed, clinging to Penelope's leg as she rubbed against her. "Master Red, have mercy! This is too much for me... it's my first time! I'm not ready to do it between the three of us... a boy and a girl abusing my purity!" she continued, with a lost look and completely given over to her delusions.
"Alright, I think that's enough," I sighed, pulling away from Penelope. I placed a hand on Lavender's head, and she immediately jerked away, rolling her eyes before collapsing to the ground, completely knocked out.
"Red! What did you just do?" Penelope yelled, looking at me with a mix of fury and confusion.
"Just a quick reset," I explained, placing my hand back on Lavender to bring her back. The girl got up quickly, her face flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. She looked at Penelope like a puppy caught in the act of mischief... but with much darker thoughts.
"What's going on?" Penelope asked, more confused than ever.
"If you want the short version..." I paused dramatically, "Let me introduce you to Lavender: a total pervert."
Lavender, still on the floor, seemed to feel humiliated... and strangely proud and excited at the same time.
"Lavender?" Penelope murmured, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah..." the girl admitted, nodding shyly while avoiding eye contact.
"Red! What did you do?!" Penelope jumped up, looking at me furiously.
"Hey! Don't yell at me. It wasn't me. She already had a dirty mind." (Red)
"It's that book you gave her! Look at her now!" (Penelope)
"Well, yeah, I might've encouraged it a little, but you can't blame me entirely. She was already obsessive by nature. I just gave her a tiny push… just a tiny one." (Red)
Lavender watched us argue, feeling like a child watching her parents fight over her. Strangely, that thought only excited her more, which made her feel even worse about herself.
"Penelope..." Lavender finally said, her voice weak, catching the attention of the furious Ravenclaw. "Don't blame Red... he's right. I... have the dirty mind."
"No, Lav, that's not it. It's just..." Penelope tried to console her, leaning toward her.
"No, I know. I've known for a while. You're right, the book opened my eyes... but it was always me. I became obsessed, I... enjoy these things. It's not Red's fault. In fact..." Lavender looked up, blushing but with a disarming honesty, "I'm happy and grateful to him."
"What?" Penelope asked, bewildered, staring into her sincere eyes.
"Yeah... last year, I started exploring this side of me. But at the time, I said something out loud, and some older girls called me a pervert. It hurt... and scared me. I suppressed my interests for months, afraid everyone would hate me, that they'd distance themselves from me... until Red found out. And yeah, he contributed, but I'm happy he did. He accepted me, didn't judge me, and supported this interest that makes me happy... I'm grateful for that."
"Well, it would be hypocritical not to..." I shrugged.
"I saw you laugh this morning!" Lavender accused, pouting.
"But it wasn't mockery! It was because I thought it was funny. You know I support you."
Lavender sighed and confessed, "I came in here because I saw you dragging Penelope, and... I was hoping to see something." She blushed deeply. "But it looks like you two were already..."
"Yeah," I confirmed bluntly, making Penelope turn as red as a tomato.
"Sister Penelope," Lavender continued, in a tone that was almost solemn and reverent, "I don't expect you to be as understanding as Red, but... as his women, I think we can get along. If you can't judge me too harshly... and accept me as I am, I..."
Penelope felt a lump in her throat. She looked into Lavender's sincere eyes and then at me, giving a thumbs-up to the pervert. She let out a growl, clearly exasperated with me, while Lavender looked at her with hopeful eyes.
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1st Additional Chapter
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