The first lights of the mornings were dancing along its walls when I finally returned to Hogwarts. Leaving Fleur alone while she was deliciously naked and exhausted was always a difficult call, and the fact that Apolline was in the next room, struggling with the gift I had delivered made the situation even more enticing.
Unfortunately, I had taken rather impressive actions, such as imprisoning Snape and slapping down Nott, though luckily, the former was a deep secret. Even with the Elder wand, I doubted that I could survive the consequences of revealing that. I got stronger, but I was not yet in a place to face Voldemort. Maybe I would never be. Thankfully, I had no intention of facing that bastard directly.
Since Potter was a self-sacrificing idiot, I had no problem using him to attack Voldemort when the time was right.
When I arrived at the room -the room for the Head Boy which I forcibly took from Nott- I was met with a nice surprise. There was a note hanging on the door, written by my neighbor Daphne. Curious, I opened it -after a diagnostic charm to make sure there were no nasty surprises- only to see Daphne inviting me to a quick tea before breakfast. She didn't explicitly mention it, but it was an obvious invitation to discuss our next actions against Nott and Snape, not knowing the disappearance of the latter.
I scribbled a quick answer, agreeing to her invitation even though I didn't appreciate the necessity of waking up even earlier than the breakfast. Unfortunately, when I took down Nott, that was what I had signed up. The school was going to be chaotic enough with Snape's disappearance, no need to complicate it further by leaving the Slytherin leadership too fluid.
So, after two hours of sleep, a cold shower, and a pepper-up potion later, I was reasonably awake as I stumbled toward the shared portion of our combined suite, wearing my morning robe, only to see Daphne already sitting on the table, looking calm and collected. I smirked softly. She was doing her best not to look nervous, which itself betrayed her nervousness. It was understandable, of course. My presence had saved her from a horrible fate, but from her angle, it was nothing less than a mystery, one that she needed to solve if she were to have even a semblance of control during our last year.
"Good morning, Daphne," I said with a smirk even as I took the seat directly across her, while using the opportunity to examine her body, and not just for my viewing pleasure. Also, I used her name rather than Heir Greengrass bullshit, forcing a bit of intimacy to the situation, just like a hot woman dressed as she did deserve. She was definitely sexy with her flowing blonde hair and her tight morning robe with strategically-wide top side enough to give me a glimpse of her cleavage, just enough to masquerade as accidental.
"Good morning, Draco," she said calmly, but a gentleness she had never used before -according to Draco's memories.
"So, excited for the new year," I asked, not commenting on her cheerfulness yet. It was clear that she was angling for an alliance, and I wasn't against it as well. Considering that playing nice with Nott or his supporters were not an option, I could either ally with Daphne, or try to build a new clique. The latter option was completely unfeasible, Draco had made too many enemies during his first six years through his pointless posturing, and changing it would take time. Allying with Daphne was the much better option, and I might even let her take the reigns publicly if she could offer me a good deal.
"More excited than I was yesterday," Daphne answered, which surprised me. Referencing yesterday's events immediately was a more direct approach than I had been expecting from her. I must have really impressed her.
"Good to hear," I said with a soft smile. "A new school year is something to be enjoyed, even under these… unfortunate… circumstances."
Daphne smiled again, but this time, it was a tighter smile, like she was preparing herself for a dangerous explosion. "Forgive me for saying this, but I'm a bit surprised by your reaction. From the way you had been acting during the last few years, I would have expected you to embrace the changes brought by our new… leader," she said, the tone she used for the last word enough to sign her death warrant if used nearby any Death Eater. Well, technically, any other Death Eater, considering I still carried the mark of Draco's idiocy.
"It would seem so, but the real situation is a bit different. When I was young, it was the stories I had heard from my father, which, as you can imagine, had a certain tint in their coloration. And when I had a better understanding of the situation, I wasn't able to do much, with my father already deep in the workings. Only now, I feel like I have a chance to act true to my objectives, but even now, I prefer to stay concealed," I explained. It was a bit more candid than I would have preferred otherwise, but I didn't let it bother me. I had the power in the situation, so letting the initiative slide a bit wouldn't hurt.
"I see," Daphne murmured. "Maybe we can help each other to make this year more palatable." I didn't like the way she smirked as she said those words, like she had a plan that would force me to act in line with her. I was about to react to that when she rang a small bell. "Sorry, I almost forgot that I promised you tea," she said softly, but still with the same smugness.
I was about to react angrily, when the door opened and a familiar figure entered the room, dressed as a maid. I couldn't help but show an expression of surprise as my eyes met with Susan Bones' shy gaze, a sensation hadn't helped by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a French Maid costume, and not even the vanilla variety. It definitely belonged to the shelves of an erotic shop.
It covered her intimate spots, but only barely. It had a skirt that ended above her impressive ass, giving a glimpse of her black and deliciously-lacy panties even when she was standing completely straight, and while most of her legs were covered with stockings that ended in the middle of her thighs, those stockings didn't exactly help.
The topside was even more spectacular, as her breasts -her spectacular breasts that took the most important role in the countless wet dreams of every male student and a considerable minority of female students- looked like they were about to pop in one wrong move, straining the capabilities of the uniform at each step. I doubted that muggle costume makers factored the supernatural perkiness of Susan's breasts, straining the capabilities of her top to the limit.
I wasn't shy or spineless, so I didn't bother hiding the hunger in my gaze. After all, it wasn't like they were playing a subtle game. Still, Susan blushed hard, suggesting that the situation was Daphne's idea.
Susan did her best to look impervious as she walked to Daphne, and placing a porcelain cup in front of her. "Thank you, Susan," Daphne said with a gentle smile, though after a brief contact, turned her gaze back to me. Then, Susan grabbed the tray once more and walked toward me, her hips dancing quite a bit more than necessary, which had the added benefit of making her inadequately-supported breasts jiggle more.
"Thank you, Susan," I said as she leaned to place the cup in front of me, intentionally keeping my gaze fixed in her eyes to frustrate her further -after a momentary dip to memorize the amazing view of her cleavage, of course. Even when she was standing still, it looked spectacular, and when she leaned forward, the costume strained further, tempting me to sink my fingers to its white expanse.
"N-no problem, Draco," she stammered as she rose once more. "Is there anything else I can help with?"
"Nothing for now, sweetie," I answered, still looking at her eyes, enjoying her ever-increasing blush, deep enough to challenge her beautiful hair color. Susan walked away, but not without a very attractive sway of her hips that kept my attention alive. I let my gaze stuck firmly on her, mostly because I enjoyed the way her ass moved under the deficient cover of her micro skirt, but also to give Daphne the idea that her hook to control me would work perfectly.
There were worse forms of manipulations than a busty redheaded schoolgirl, dressed as a French Maid.
Only after Susan closed the door, I let my gaze turn back to Daphne, who was watching me with a small smile that nonetheless radiated smugness. I met her expression with a similar one, not feeling ashamed at all, certainly not if she wasn't ashamed of using one of her allies as a stripper just to get me into a mood. "So, what do we owe Susan's enchanting presence?" I asked.
"She asked my help since Hufflepuff tower was getting a bit dangerous for her, so I decided to offer her help, and in return, she agreed to keep the surroundings tidy," Daphne answered, sidestepping the issue.
"Nice, I could use a personal maid," I answered without missing a beat, staking a claim to her immediately, partly because Susan was delicious, partly because I wanted to see Daphne's reaction.
"Of course," Daphne said. "As long as you promise to be careful about where you put your hands," Daphne answered, her tone sharp enough to indicate that she was serious.
"You wound me, Daphne, my hands had never touched an unwilling woman," I lied with a large smile. "You can be sure that I won't do anything against her explicit wishes," I added, my smirk even wider. And if Susan turned out to be too weak-willed to resist my advances, that was definitely not my fault.
Daphne looked unhappy about the distinction, but also she didn't have a lot to argue. "You won't mind if she stays in the common area, right? My room is already crowded with both Tracey and Astoria living with me,"
"Of course not, she's a delight," I answered. "So, on a more serious topic, what's your ideas about how to handle the rest of the house?" I said, starting a serious discussion that lasted twenty minutes where she explained a lot of details that didn't interest me other than the fact that the would work. I was aware that she was trying to position things so that she was going to have vastly more benefits than I do, but I had no problem with that. I was simply playing a different league.
Also, it was for my benefit to make her think that she could easily manipulate me with a flash of flesh, so that she would rely on it whenever she needed a favor. The idea of Ice Queen prostituting her friends just to earn minor favors was too enticing to ignore.
"I think we need to dress if we're going to be at the breakfast, but it was a nice meeting," I reminded Daphne as I stood up, walking toward my room. Then, just as I was about to enter, I turned to her once more. "Also, can you send Susan in so that she can help me dress," I added, and closed the door without waiting for an answer.
I heard a knock a minute later. "Come in," I called. The door opened, revealing Susan, who was still in her maid costume.
"Umm," she murmured, her eyes on the floor, something I appreciated, because it gave me time to enjoy her cleavage without being noticed. "I'm here to help you dress," she whispered.
"Go ahead," I said with a smirk as I pointed at the wardrobe. She said nothing as she moved at the wardrobe, selecting a robe, a shirt, and slacks. She was about to turn, when I pointed at the drawers on the bottom. "Don't forget the socks and the underwear," I said. She wasn't facing me, but it wasn't hard to imagine the horror on her face.
Still, she said nothing as she bent over, which pulled her short skirt even higher, giving me an unobstructed view of her black lacy panties. I was especially interested in noting a small spot of wetness over her core, proof that she might be having confusing feelings about the moment, which made the situation even better.
I noticed the way her eyes dipped down when she turned to face me, shocked to see the size of my erection, forcing a tent to my robe. She managed to ignore it as she placed my clothes on the bed, and sent a longing gaze at the door, hoping that it would be the end of it. I had no intention of allowing that of course, so I raised my arms, showing I expected her to actually undress me.
I wasn't really hopeful of it happening on the first day, but I wanted to test her limit. So, when I felt her fingers on my robe, pulling it off, I was pleasantly surprised. After she removed my robe, I turned at her, giving her the full frontal view of my naked body, including a raging boner. Her eyes dipped down once again, this time staying there for several seconds before she managed to pull them off in a panic and reached for my boxers.
I sat on the corner of the bed, making it easier to slide my boxers on, the fact that she was giving an amazing view of her cleavage as she did so making the moment even better. Of course, when she managed to pull it all the way, she was met with another problem, namely, she failed to stuff my full erection into my boxers.
For a full minute, I enjoyed her gentle grasp around my shaft as she tried to handle my shaft. "Maybe you need to solve the problem you created before you can complete your task," I commented.
"The problem I created?" she murmured distractedly, her attention grabbed by my throbbing shaft.
"The one you're caressing right now," I reminded her, making her jerk back in shock. "Come on Susan," I continued casually. "Don't tell me that you wore this costume putting your assets to best effect accidentally, bending over and leaning down to force a view again and again," I smirked as I suddenly grabbed her tit and gave a squeeze, making her freeze in shock. "This was exactly what you wanted, and now you need to take responsibility, or explain to Daphne why I wasn't in the breakfast."
Emotions danced on her face, most too quick to catch, but in the end, it settled on an arousing mixture of resignation and desire. Clearly, despite Daphne's assurances, she had prepared herself for the consequences after wearing her maid costume. Or maybe, she was too tempted by the size of my shaft.
She was about to wrap her hands around, when I spoke once more. "I want you to use your spectacular tits. They are your best traits," I said, earning a blush from her. Still, she fell on her knees and pulled her costume down with a simple tug, revealing her gravity-defying breasts, a true miracle considering their size. I sat on the edge as well, enjoying the warmth as she wrapped my shaft with her beautiful breasts.
"Try to lubricate it first," I reminded her when she tried to move. She looked around, trying to find a lotion. "Use your mouth, sweetie," I reminded her.
She moaned at my words, which was instantly followed by a mortified expression. Apparently, my lecherous behavior was also helping her to discover new truths about herself. Hesitantly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips on top of my crown before pushing down, coating my shaft with her saliva halfway then started to have problems pushing down further. Since I was a nice guy, I decided to help, by forcing her head down. She gasped and gagged and heaved, but managed to swallow the full length of my shaft.
"Nice work," I said mockingly even as I finally let the pressure go, enjoying her impotent anger. I let her go, not because I was afraid of her reaction at this point, but because I really wanted to enjoy her spectacular bosom. Despite her anger, she pushed her tits together once more, moving up and down repeatedly at a desperate pace, trying to push me to the climax.
Since she was such a nice sport, I decided not to resist the sensation, so after five minutes of heated massage, a moan rippled out of my lips and I started spurting without a warning, painting her face and her tits with my seed. I gave her one last appreciative view before I pointed at my underwear. "Now you can continue dressing me," I said, not even bothering to pay her a component, just to underline our power difference. I was impressed with her obedience, and wanted to explore its limits.
She made a move to cover her tits, but a gesture was enough to stop her. Instead, she continued dressing me while her cum covered tits remained visible, tempting me for another round. Pity I promised to be at breakfast.
"You can take a shower here," I generously commented after she finished dressing me.
"Thank you," she murmured, though her tone was far too harsh for it to be genuine. I just patted her ass in a manner that would be classified as 'friendly' if it was delivered by a high powered executive to his secretary, preferably in the sixties. Susan blushed, not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or angry.
I chuckled before leaving the room, leaving Susan behind, stained with my seed, my mind already on how best to leverage my new maid.