I apparated to the Grimmauld place, and even before my feet touched the ground, I heard a small pop, and Kreacher appeared before me. "Young master," he said with a calm tone. "How can I help you?"
"Hello Kreacher, how have you been?" I asked.
His eyes watered a little as he answered. "I'm well, young master, thank you." I could easily see the reason, from my knowledge, Regulus was the only 'respectable' wizard that showed any kind of kindness. Seeing me, a pureblood heir of good standing, showing the same while trying to finish Regulus' mission, must have been emotional for him.
"I need your help, Kreacher," I said. "I need to visit the library, but there is no need for your master and his redheaded friend to get disturbed by my unexpected visit, so it's better if they slept uninterrupted." Kreacher nodded, and disappeared, leaving me once again surprised by the stupidity of the most magical families. House elves were clever and vicious critters, and more than willing to act against their master, given half the opportunity. Like now, where Kreacher easily took part in the ridiculous play that I was just a house guest.
I wrapped myself with the invisibility cloak before I walked down from the attic, towards the library. While I wanted to visit Hermione, I also needed to search the library for some esoteric books. Books I had only learned about due to some obscure references in the Malfoy library. One could never have enough spells, potions, and other assorted means to combat and influence people who might think themselves worthy of directing my life.
With that in mind, I sneaked into the library, only to hear a voice that was suspiciously like a moan. I walked towards the source, my wand already in hand, stirrings of the anger in my heart. I had a pretty good guess about whom that voice belonged to, and there was nothing good in reserve against someone who dared to touch what I claimed for me. Their lack of knowledge was irrelevant.
Then, I took a turn, only to meet with a very pleasant view that changed my attitude completely. Apparently, I was only half-right. Hermione was alone, hidden in a forgotten corner of the library, but her hands were busy massaging her tits instead of holding books, her chest naked, her shirt parted invitingly. I smirked, my earlier anger forgotten. In front of me lied the evidence that my spells were holding strong. The frustration was clear on her face even as one of her hands sneaked under her skirt, rubbing herself to reach an orgasm that was resisting the invitation, the achievement of the first spell I had laid on her. And the fact that she was alone despite the burning desire easily read in her face showed that the spell that keeps her away from Potter and Weasley was working equally perfectly. Otherwise, why would she be there, trying to rub herself to oblivion despite sleeping under the same roof with her boyfriend?
For a while, I just watched, my own hand around my cock to enhance the pleasure, as she pulled down her bra, revealing her impressive mounds to my attention. One of her hands hungrily attacked them, pushing deep into her flesh in a hope to bring a climax that wasn't coming. The efforts of her other hands, torturing her clit with a frantic massage didn't change the equilibrium she found herself in as well.
I decided to be a gentleman. First, I cast a low-powered confundus on her, one that would convince her that she was in a dream, as well as slowing her response time. Normally, she was too strong-willed and smart to for it to take control, even from the elder wand. But luckily for me, she was far from her best condition at the moment, driven by a tasty mixture of confusion and arousal. The second spell targeted the environment, putting an illusion over and converting the scenery to Hogwarts library, along with a hazy visual filter that would make the effect more dreamy. Then, I transformed my clothes into Slytherin clothes, complete with the Headboy badge.
I removed the cloak walked to her. "What is going on there, prefect Granger," I bellowed.
She jumped in panic, which caused her breasts to jiggle attractively. "What," she managed to mumble, unable to process the situation with the unmet arousal drowning her thoughts.
"I should be the one asking the question, Miss Granger. One of the best students of the school, shamelessly playing with herself in a place every first year could drop by, disgraceful."
"But…" she started, then unable to come with something to say as she looked around in shock, like a dove captivated by the headlamps of the oncoming car. "It's not what it looks like," she murmured in the end as she tried to fix her clothing, an effort that failed utterly as confundus took a hold. Combined with the rush of adrenaline, it was enough to destroy her motor control, her fingers fumbling drunkenly.
"Really," I said. "That's your story huh." She nodded, and I continued talking, all while walking closer to her. "Maybe we should ask professor Dumbledore," I said even as I put my hand on her cheek, enjoying the way she trembled helplessly under my touch. "No," I added after second. "Professor Dumbledore is far too busy for such a minor thing." She relaxed until I brought my hand down to her neck, gently caressing. "Maybe Professor McGonagall."
The fear on her face was palpable. "No, please not Professor McGonagall."
I smiled. "You are right, she is more likely to have a heart attack in this case. Professor Snape is the best option." This time, her fear was almost a physical entity. I leaned to whisper softly. "What do you think, Miss Granger, do you want to stand there and listen as I explain Snape how I caught you in the library, your tits dangling like tasty treats, begging for lips to treat them like a tasty ice-cream, on display for the first taker." I could feel her trembling under my touch, arousal rising quickly to catch up with her fear. "Or," I whispered, this time my lips touching her ears. "We can come up with a punishment to handle it between ourselves." My hands, sliding down to her breasts, massaging her soft flesh left no doubt about what I was talking about.
She nodded, which was all the consent I needed. I pressed her shoulders, forcing her to sit down. "Keep your beautiful ass connected to that chair," I ordered, only to get another shaky nod in return. "Good girl," I said, even as my hands slid towards her chest, and started massaging her breasts over her clothes.
"What are you doing," she managed to ask a few seconds later, each word interrupted by deep moans.
"If you got a problem," I said, twisting her nipples to extract a yelp. "We can always go to Snape, what do you think?"
"No," she exclaimed in panic, trying to jump in panic, which was aborted since I was keeping my hold on her nipples.
"Good girl," I approved, my touch once more soft. She whimpered helplessly, but still, the arousal was present in her tone. I massaged her body for a while, until I could feel her relaxing under my touch, knowing that pushing her too far too fast would only backfire.
Surprisingly, it took less than a minute for her tense whimpers to get replaced with a satisfied, low-key purring, indicating that my dream ploy was wildly successful. Of course, that just gave me the opportunity to push farther than I had initially planned. "It's a disgrace, leaving your breast naked for all to see, we need to cover them," I said before covering them completely. But considering I was using my hands as a makeshift bra, it was doubtful just how effective it had been in terms of my stated aim. I let my fingers sank into her breasts, treating them as the most amazing stress-balls I had the pleasure to touch.
It was there where my plan almost hit a snag. In her backed up state, the stimulation from my touch proved too much for her magically enforced the state of arousal, and she started shaking in the chair she was sitting, her eyes showing white. Of course, I had no intention of leaving her alone that cheaply, definitely not after she managed to arouse my interest in such a spectacular manner. I kept one of my hands on her breasts, molesting her flesh, though careful not to leave any mark, and the other sneaked under her skirt, a move she made no attempt to prevent.
I felt her burning arousal around my fingers, combined with a dash of wetness to enhance it even further, her mouth perpetually open to let out her cries of pleasure. How I longed to feast on those lips before pushing my cock, breaking her under a rush of pleasure, but unfortunately, such aggressive moves risked to break the illusion I had managed to establish.
Still, nothing prevented me from leaning forward until my lips pressed her neck, the soft suction I delivered further enhancing her pleasure. Soon, she shuddered for the second time, this time shouting my name. At that point, I was unable to resist the temptation. I placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Marvelous, I thought even as I stunned her with a low-powered stunner, then put her head carefully on the table in a sleep pose. I didn't bother about fixing the state of her clothes. After all, they were already messy when I arrived. Then, I put her hand under her panties, canceled the spells on the environment that I used to make it look like Hogwarts before starting to browse the shelves for the useful books.
The book hunt was much more fun, considering I had an eye candy to observe whenever I got bored.
Tired after my adventure, I went directly to the bed, and spent the morning focused on my magical studies. My magical abilities were increasing at an impressive speed, maybe due to the effect of the two disconnected perspectives, maybe due to the elder wand, but nevertheless, I managed to learn a lot of arcane magics from Malfoy and Black library, getting them right after a couple of tries, despite most of them requiring months of training for a normal wizard. Curses and hexes of untold destructive potential flowed from my wand unrestricted, all while barely draining my power. Still, I wasn't sure I could fight against Voldemort. At least in a fair fight, which I had no intention of experiencing.
With most of my plans in a standby, the day after passed the same, only with a brief break where I sent tonight's attire to Fleur. When the clock struck seven, I was already in the living room of the vacation home, waiting for Fleur's arrival. This time, there was no potion waiting for her, I wanted to test the limits of her training.
When she arrived, she was wearing the bulkiest robe I have ever seen, her arms wrapped around to provide extra protection. That view excited me instead of disappointing. After all, there a reason for her apparent vulnerability, likely the fact that what lied underneath was much different than her usual mode of dress.
She walked inside, her steps indecisive. "Why don't you remove your coat and relax," I offered, confident that she was smart enough to recognize the order. She didn't disappoint, walking towards the coat hanger shakily, her hands visibly trembling as she unbuttoned her robe. Then, she removed it, revealing her body clad in my gift.
"Marvelous," I exclaimed even as I slowly dragged my gaze from bottom to top. She was wearing high-heeled black leather boots that climbed to the middle of her thighs, a fishnet taking the mission to cover her legs after that, if a bit unsuccessfully. My gaze climbed upwards, reaching to her bottom, covered only for a certain interpretation of the word due to the thong I picked, again in black like rest of her clothes.
Her belly was covered with the leather corset, which ended just before her breasts, leaving the task of hiding her body to her lacy bra, which, like her thong, wasn't really successful in its given task. To top it all, her face, looking erotic despite the undecided expression, her lipstick midnight black to match the rest of her clothing.
I called her closer with a twitch of my finger, until she was standing in front of me, then I did a circle. Her blush intensified, but she nevertheless completed the twirl, putting her whole body to my attention. "Beautiful, simply exquisite," I said. She said nothing, but the smile that bloomed on her face despite her best effort to contain hidden showed her satisfaction. "Why don't you take a seat," I said, and she moved towards the seat next to me, but stopped when I patted my lap. Her blush intensified, but she still sat down on my knee, away from my crotch. It was a situation I was no intention of suffering, so I wrapped my arm around her corset covered belly and pulled, enjoying her squirm, as her ass slid over my shaft, already erect thanks to the exquisite view generated by her. "So," I murmured into her ear, her back pressing against my chest. "Did you like my gift."
She moved in her place a bit more, uncomfortable by being questioned, but I didn't let her skip the question, squeezing her thigh hard. "I did," she managed to whisper.
"Good girl," I said, patting her leg as an approval, which interestingly caused her to sit straighter. "So, tell me, how do you feel while dressed in those clothes."
Again, the answer came delayed, and only after a bit of coaxing from me in terms of squeezing her leg, this time closer to her core. "It feels… good," she whispered.
"Tell me in detail," I said even as my hand, which was busy squeezing her legs earlier, slid to her inner thigh, and started rubbing softly.
She moaned softly, surprising me just how much could be achieved by correct selection of an attire. "I felt ashamed at first, like naked. But I continued watching myself in the mirror, and at some point, I started to feel pride, exploring a side of me I hadn't know it existed." She stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. "And it felt good, like I was finally complete…"
It wasn't an opportunity to be missed, so my fingers climbed upwards until they were caressing the edge of her thong. She gasped, loud enough to surprise herself, and her hand reached towards mine in an attempt to stop me. "No," I whispered, no inflection in my tone, mostly because I wanted to test my control over her. A clear order, she would have followed, but a comment barely above a whisper was a different story. Nevertheless, she followed my command, her hand fell back to the side. "Good girl," I whispered as I leaned forward, putting a small kiss on her neck. Her shivers were tastier than any nectar.
No words passed between us for a moment, my fingers caressing the edge of her nether lips, her mouth busy with letting out small, barely audible moans. She was like a finely tuned instrument, responding to the slightest twitch in the rhythm. It was nothing short of a miracle that she came in just four sessions, reinforcing my idea of taking her for myself perpetually. She was a masterpiece, far too precious to be left to an idiot like Weasley, who clearly didn't appreciate her like she deserved. Who in their right mind would leave such a precious flower unplucked while dating for two years?
A loud moan brought my attention back to the present, telling me that it was time to up the efforts once more. I brought my hand over her shoulder, then traced down until I found her bra clasp, which was opened with barely a touch, of which she stayed unaware. At least until my hand moved sideways until it reached her amazing globes, pushing her bra out of the way. "What are you doing," she exclaimed in a sudden panic that broke her trance of pleasure. For a moment, at least.
I mumbled calmingly. "You have been working on our deal amazingly, so I decided to reward you." I sank my fingers into her flesh even as I pushed the edge of her thong away, exposing her nether lips to my naked attention. Just a touch was enough to send her on a small trip of pleasure. "But I can stop if you don't want it."
For nearly a minute, no answer came, leaving me free to caress her body freely, pushing her arousal to a new level. However, it wasn't just her passive consent I wanted. I wanted her to ask for it, even beg for it if I could manage. So, I stopped, only for her head to turn to me hard enough to suffer a whiplash. "Do you want me to continue?" I asked, close enough that our noses were touching. She nodded rapidly. "I want to hear it from your beautiful lips," I added.
The sudden rise of her blush was adorable, triggered by a compliment despite the situation we were currently in. "Yes," she managed to whisper.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear it," I said, my hands hovering just above her sensitive spots.
"Please continue," she repeated, avoiding my eyes. I thought about forcing her to look into my eyes but then decided otherwise. I didn't want to push too fast and break the flow, losing all the progress I had managed to achieve. Instead, my hands landed back on her chest, resuming the delivery of my erotic massage. Her moans rose once again, this time louder, unrestricted. A minute later, I pushed even farther, vanishing my shorts and underwear, my meat lodged between her cheeks. Her only reaction was to turn towards me, a dash of panic in her eyes, but I started caressing her nether lips faster, and her panic had drowned in a rush of pleasure.
She started trembling, her juices in free-flow. In response, I quickened the pace of my attention, one of my hands mauling her flesh and twisting her nipples, the other exploring her entrances aggressively. Her head turned back to met my eyes once more, her mouth opened to ask for mercy, her lips, painted black, shining in arousal.
I wasn't an idiot, so I leaned and captured her lips, stealing my first kiss. For a moment, she stiffened, which didn't surprise me at all. We had done a lot of things together, but kissing represented a different level of intimacy, a level that she had no intention of providing…
But she lacked the willpower to fight against the desire, not when she was still suffering the aftershocks of one orgasm while closing in for a second, under throes of a pleasure she hadn't known existing. Her lips started to move, erratic, confused, but nevertheless answering my prodding, locked into a kiss until the second orgasm hit, hard enough to send her into the realm of unconsciousness.