I made sure Pansy got her dose of love, kissing her with such intensity that her legs trembled when she finally stepped out of the stall. Her face was lit with a mix of satisfaction and shyness as she walked toward the door, trying to regain her composure. I let her go alone since I had other matters to attend to.
There was someone else in that bathroom. I had noticed it a while ago—a hidden presence spying through the crack of the door while Pansy and I indulged in our passion. Pansy hadn't noticed; she was too absorbed in our moment. However, whoever it was had also been careful not to reveal themselves, at least until now.
I waited a few seconds after Pansy left, listening as her footsteps faded down the hallway. Calmly, I stepped out of the stall, scanning my surroundings. Then, I saw it—a door to another stall slowly creaking open, a silhouette inside. My gaze locked onto the hiding place, and the person inside knew she had been caught.
Realizing she had been discovered, she stepped out with a rehearsed determination, trying to maintain a facade of confidence. She pointed a finger at me accusingly, her eyes burning with a mix of indignation and nervousness.
"I caught you! You and Pansy were kissing! You're cheating on Granger!" she exclaimed, her tone rising in an attempt to assert control.
I smiled calmly, tilting my head slightly.
"And why didn't you jump out while we were still kissing? Why wait until Pansy left and I found you... Millicent?" My words, accompanied by a piercing stare, caused her confidence to waver. Her posture stiffened, and although she tried to stand her ground, her nervousness was evident.
"I... I didn't want to scare Pansy," she improvised, her voice trembling. "She's my friend... even though what you're doing is wrong."
"Oh, really?" I advanced toward her slowly, watching as she involuntarily stepped back. "Then, what do you plan to do?" With a flick of my hand, a wall of liquid blood covered the bathroom door, sealing our only exit. Her face paled as she watched the only way out disappear.
"I... I'll tell Granger. She won't forgive you for cheating on her," she stammered, her voice cracking as she tried to maintain a defiant facade, but her eyes betrayed her.
"Is that a threat?" I murmured, stepping closer, letting my warm breath brush against her face. My smile widened, malicious. "It doesn't sound like a threat. It sounds more like a statement, as if you've been planning this for a while. In fact..." I paused theatrically, pretending to ponder. "I think your goal in all of this—following us, spying on us, exposing Pansy and me—is for me to break up with Hermione. Isn't that right? So I'd end up with Pansy...?"
"No! I mean... yes... I mean..." Her confusion was evident, and her nerves betrayed her. I was now so close that I could feel her heartbeat pounding wildly, racing. Whatever plan she had, if she ever had one, had completely fallen apart.
"You know," I continued mockingly, lifting her chin gently to force her to meet my gaze, "I can't let you ruin my relationship with my girls. I work hard to keep everyone satisfied... whether it's Pansy, Hermione, or the others. I can't afford to lose anyone."
Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, two streams of blood materialized and coiled around her wrists, restraining her.
"T-The others?" she asked incredulously, her voice barely a whisper.
"Oh, yes," I responded with a wicked smile. "You discovered my secret relationship with Pansy, but it seems you knew nothing about the others." I took a step back, savoring her growing confusion. "Hermione, Pansy, Penelope, Lavender... possibly Daphne if I ask her... Not to mention the girls outside Hogwarts."
Millicent seemed to have lost all strength. Each name I uttered weakened her further, erasing any trace of confidence she had at the start. Her plan—if it could even be called a plan—had completely collapsed. Now she just stood there before me, defeated, not knowing what to do or how to get out of this situation.
"But well, I suppose that doesn't really matter—how many girls I have or not... What matters is that I can't allow you to say anything. Now then, what should I do with you?" I mused, pretending to think. Then, a wicked smile crossed my lips as I stepped even closer, pressing my body against hers. "It seems there's only one way to solve this. I'm afraid I have no choice but to make you another one of my women," I whispered in her ear, letting each word drip with a dangerous tone before capturing her lips in a deep kiss, invading her mouth with my tongue.
Millicent's eyes widened in shock, far more than before, but she didn't take long to give in. Her resistance crumbled in an instant as her body began to tremble, surrendering to the ecstasy flooding through her. It was as if fireworks were exploding in her mind, a scorching heat coursing through every fiber of her being. She barely noticed that the blood restraints holding her had disappeared—now, her arms clung to me desperately, as if afraid the moment would slip away.
Without being aware of how or when, we found ourselves inside one of the bathroom stalls, where my "attack" continued without mercy. What had started as a threat quickly turned into her complete surrender. Not only did she not resist, but she urged me on, making it clear that this was what she truly desired.
I had sensed something like this before. The way she looked at me, her nervousness… everything pointed to an attraction toward me that she herself didn't fully understand. Until now, I had ignored it, thinking it was nothing more than a fleeting crush. But seeing her willing to ruin my relationship with Hermione—perhaps out of jealousy, perhaps out of a childish desire to have me all to herself—made me act. Millicent was naïve, not stupid. I didn't think she had truly planned everything so meticulously, but in her mind, she had believed that by eliminating my other partners, especially Hermione and Pansy, she could make me choose her.
I figured the moment this all began was when I defended Millicent in front of Malfoy, telling him she was beautiful. Despite her confident facade, I knew she had deep insecurities about her appearance. Her robust figure and less delicate features made her feel like she would never be seen as attractive, especially among the pureblood girls around her. My gesture, though simple, had planted a seed in her heart—a hope that I, of all people, could see her as someone special and beautiful.
That hope had grown into something more intense, perhaps even an obsession. She had idealized the idea that I was the only one who could truly love her for the beauty no one else noticed, and that together, we were the perfect couple. But now, faced with reality, her world was crumbling. Not only was she discovering that my relationships were far more complicated and numerous than she had imagined, but even her attempt to manipulate the situation had failed.
Honestly, I had no problem adding her to my harem. It wasn't like I hadn't considered it before. She was always with our group, which meant she should be mine. It didn't matter if she wasn't as beautiful as the others—to me, she was, and she belonged to me. And deep down, I knew she truly had genuine feelings of attraction toward me.
It was something that set her apart from the others. For example, Susan seemed to have an emotional dependence on me, almost like that of a father or family. Then there was Astoria, who also showed a small crush, probably due to the fact that I had saved her from her curse. Daphne… she was different. I didn't feel romantic or sexual attraction toward her; what I perceived was her devotion and loyalty, accompanied by deep admiration and a desire to follow me—though not in a romantic sense.
The others were a different case. Except for those with whom I already had some sort of relationship, all of them seemed rather neutral toward me. They showed neither interest nor rejection; they were simply part of the background, never getting too close—something I didn't like, but couldn't force to change just yet.
Returning to Millicent, she seemed willing to accept this unexpected turn of events. My words echoed in her mind: "I'll have to make you one of my women so you can't betray me." And with every touch, every caress, her will crumbled completely until there was no trace left of the Millicent who had tried to defy me.
As our bodies moved in a passionate dance, a fleeting thought crossed my mind—Lavender would absolutely love writing this scene for one of her erotic novels… though she would likely exaggerate a few things.
When our lips parted, Millicent looked completely dazed. Her eyes were clouded, her breath labored, yet she clung to me tightly as if letting go was impossible. I gave her a few moments to catch her breath and for her gaze to regain focus.
"You have no other choice. From now on, you are also my woman," I declared, my tone a mix of authority and tenderness. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes… yes…" she stammered weakly, her expression filled with pleasure and a deep blush spreading across her face as her body trembled slightly.
"You cannot ruin my relationship with the others. That is not allowed." I continued with these orders, emphasizing them and instilling them in her mind.
"No..." she answered automatically, still lost in the feeling that overwhelmed her.
"And you'll have to satisfy all my needs, one after the other. If I want your kisses, you'll give them to me. If I want your affection, you'll offer it. And if I want your warmth..." I whispered, moving closer to her, letting my body press against hers, returning her to the state of vulnerability she seemed to enjoy so much.
"Yes... yes!" she exclaimed with difficulty, but full of emotion, as if those words had touched the deepest part of her being.
"You're mine now, Millicent. All mine," I affirmed while giving her a slap that made her jump, awakening her from the momentary trance. "Isn't that right?"
"I'm your girl..." she whispered, still somewhat lost, but more aware now. Her face was completely flushed, and her thoughts were a mess. She wasn't even sure if this was real or a fever dream.
"As my girl, I want you to give me love with your lips," I said, standing still and watching her expectantly.
Millicent froze for a moment, unsure of how to react. Gradually, as she noticed my expectant expression mixed with a slight hint of impatience, she began to understand what I wanted. Nervously, she raised her arms and, with a mix of shyness and excitement, slowly brought her lips closer to mine. The first contact was clumsy—an uncertain kiss that reflected her lack of experience—but that was exactly what I wanted: for her to take the initiative.
Once she showed enough determination, I took control again, deepening the kiss and making her tongue twist under the sensations brought on by my firm assault. Her hands clung tightly to me, her body trembling with each passing second.
After a while, I pulled away, allowing her to breathe again. I helped her out of the bathroom, as she was too weak to walk on her own. Before letting her go, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a discreet smack on the rear, making her shudder.
"You're my bitch now and forever, don't forget that," I murmured in her ear, my tone firm and loaded with intention, before disappearing from the scene.
Millicent was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, her mind wavering between confusion and ecstasy. She slowly walked toward her dormitory, still unsteady and with trembling legs—but with a smile on her face.
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