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Daphne Greengrass was so angry!
What was Potter doing with the weasel? What the flying fuck? Outwardly, she appeared emotionally retarded, but inwardly she seethed with the artic wind. Her blue orbs threatened to shoot ice and the boys, namely sneaky Mr Malfoy, ran away. Tracey, who was beside Daphne at the Slytherin table, merely smirked.
"We have only been aquaintances for a night, Daphne. It would be a shame to see you..." She flicked a piece of chicken off the table- Daintly, of course! Decorum needed to be observed in every child filled great hall.
"... Disappoint."
Ignoring Tracey's very insulting comment, the sexy ass blonde continued staring at the raven haired boy, who was currently laughing away with his pet mammal. A pretty black girl approached him, batting her lashes shyly, and Daphne felt so hurt! Potter was supposed to be the love of her life, and yet here he was, cuckolding around with other girls.
Without a word, she stormed out of the great hall, Tracey scrambling to catch up. Daphne scrubbed her blue orbs woefully, repeating "Don't show any emotions, or else..."- but she couldn't! That boy had broken through her personally crafted occlumency walls! Her walls of ice! She sunk against the wall and sobbed for her love.
"Daphne, hey Daphne!" Tracey cried, worried. No longer the queen but a very loyal friend, the redhed rushed forward and embraced her. She stroked her hair.
"Oh, Daphne, young love! I totally understand. Let us speak to that naughty playboy and demand that he marries you. Then we can both become his wives and the rest of the concubines shall be under our rule!" Caught up in her genius machinations, Tracey stood up, cackling loyally and leaving a gawping Daphne on the floor.
The pretty redhead would do just about anything (except give up her cunt) for her friend, the friend that she'd just met a day ago! After all, Tracey Davis was always supposed to become friends with Daphne Greengrass; it was destiny!
"Yes, yes, you're right Tracey! Let us give Potter the love he needs!" Daphne tapped her chin contemplatively. "My father and his parents did make a marriage contract anyway. We will have soul bondzzz! Very cunning, Tracey. You worthy slytherin."
Their eyes met, and for the first time, Daphne felt attracted to a girl. She was coming out. For her friend. Then they made out, theur eleven year old tongues coiling about and they shifted around on the floor so that they could block other students from their classes.
"Oh yes right there!" Tracey screamed, as Daphne's tongue did a spasm and her little cunt shook with pleasure.
In no time, they came, but then realized their premature bodies couldn't come yet.
"That was great!" Tracey gasped, sitting up. A sixth year girl gasped in pleasure too. They were so beautiful that everyone in the corridor had jizzed when they did their thing.
Hooray for Daphne and Tracey, the next beautiful ice queens of Hogwarts! Filch had some cleaning up to do.
And so, hand in hand, the two young lovers skipped to their next class, ploting a way to get Potter into their little, ah, group.
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Harry Potter, along with his faithful friend and sidekick Ron Weasley, went for breakfast. It was just two days after the sorting and they were late already. As they sat down, an owl flew through the doors and landed in front of Harry's plate, dropping a letter. Then it took off. Harry really wished he was a bird, sometimes.
Ron, as usual, dug in like Dudley and was rather preoccupied while Harry opened up his letter, which read-
Greetings, Mr Potter,
I am Ragnok, the son of Bullshit, the goblin warrior, second in chief to the goblin throne, and I have business to settle with you. This letter is a portkey, which will magically transport you over to gringotts. It is imperative that you say the activation phrase "Manipulative Dumbledork!" right now, for we need to wrap things up. Like, immediately. Bye- I mean, see you.
Signing off,
The omnipotent goblin
"Cool," Harry said. Without wondering if this might be a trap because he was extremely stupid, Harry pronounced "Manipulative Dumbledork!"
In a flash of light, he disappeared from the Great Hall.
Instantly, there was an uproar.
Oh noes, thought Dumbledore. The greater good is ruined! I must call Molly.
Rising from his seat, the headmaster called his minion, Ronald, to see him. A change of plans needed to happen. Now.
Meanwhile, a certain blue orbed strikingly sexy and hot girl observed all of this with a stoned face.
She smirked.
DunDuNduN!!!!
What could Dumbledork be planning! Luckily, Harry will find out he is evil soon! Thank Daphne and her hawt girlfriend, right?
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Cheers! Ice Queen Daphne, our ruler.
