Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the Sharingan in any form, or any part of the Nasuverse, which is currently going to take a bit of a backseat.
Warning: There's a bit of Hermione/Daphne in this chapter. You have been warned.
Mangekyo
Four days after everyone settled into their dorms (and after Harry reclaimed his previously abandoned third floor classroom full of Transfigured sofas and desks), the Gryffindors and Slytherins had their first Defense class with Moody.
Harry appeared in the room shortly after breakfast, with Hermione and Daphne. They sat in silence as everyone filed in, and the time in which class should have begun passed.
Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness.
"Savoir comment les choses sont en forme", Hermione whispered, tapping the bridge of her nose as well as Daphne's. She knew Harry would have no problem seeing in the dark. The spell (a French work by a wizard in the seventeenth century) was nothing like normal night vision spells. Instead, it relied on hearing and smell to give wizards an image of how things were shaped.
"There", Daphne said. In truth, her voice was terrible - it was filled with a type of power that no fourteen year old witch could have possibly had. She had learned to layer her voice with magic from Harry. "Sit and contemplate nature", she muttered, clasping her hands together.
A huge root grew out of the stone and surrounded what could only be their defense teacher, snapping his arms back painfully, and squeezing the man's wand hand hard enough to force him to drop it.
"Aren't you a mage, Professor Moody?" Harry wondered out loud, his Rising Sun charm blowing through the False Darkness curse.
"Aye!" said the man trapped in the roots.
"Well, I guess you can show us how to get out of that then, right?"
Moody grit his teeth.
Harry was instantly suspicious. In the Moscow Dueling Tournament of Nineteen Forty Eight, Moody had demonstrated intense ability to escape traps even after springing some of the most elaborate setups. Either Daphne's House Chants were beyond powerful, or the man was simply not cut out to duel anymore.
"Release me, Potter", he finally said, after several minutes of struggling and several giggles.
"I didn't even cast that! You didn't even see who cast that?" Harry wondered, his eyes wide. Wasn't Moody's eye all seeing?
"Whoever cast that, release me!" he shouted.
Daphne frowned and undid the Chant. Moody sprang off of the floor and drank deeply from his flask, which was, without a doubt, full of health potion. It had the same glitter that some of the potions in Snape's class had.
"Think you're so good, eh?" Moody spat. "That would be nothing to a true Dark wizard! A real Dark wizard would come in firing curses that could kill you if they touched you!"
"If they touch you at all", muttered Harry.
"What was that, Potter?"
"I said 'If they touch you at all'", Harry replied, his expression tantamount to challenging.
"Think you can dodge a spell you can't see coming, Potter?" Moody asked, his voice dangerous.
"Yes, actually. I bet I can dodge any spell cast at me, as long as it's not wide-area. Didn't you write a piece for Defense Journal about dodging?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Yes, yes, of course I did."
"Didn't do you much good, did it?" Harry mocked, unable to stop himself for some reason. The emotional changes from his Royal eye left him out of control.
"No, I daresay it didn't", Moody said, smiling rather dangerously.
"Well, I'm glad I'm not you then", Harry continued. At this point, even Daphne and Hermione were staring at him strangely.
"Do you think you're better than me, Potter?" Moody asked dangerously.
"Well, I haven't had my nose knocked off with a curse, or my leg severed. I don't have to drink a potion ever several minutes to make sure I don't die, or something", Harry smirked, feeling his impeccable politeness disappear, possibly forever.
"Dodge this then, Potter! Stupefy!" Moody shouted, looking rather insulted.
Harry moved his head and it splashed against a block of stone that Hermione hastily conjured.
Moody stared at him strangely. "You want to learn defense, boy? Well, come up here. Let me show you how to duel!" he roared.
Harry nearly laughed, but he wasn't imbalanced enough to talk about experience... yet. He walked up to the front of the classroom, where Moody fired another, wordless, Stunner at him. Harry twisted ever so slightly and it missed him by inches.
Moody began firing various darker spells at him, most of them slow and easy to dodge. Harry contorted this way and that, never moving his feet, as all the spells missed him and the area around him charred.
"Boring. Pado wie beongae", Harry said in Korean. A small jet of water flew out of his wand and nailed Moody between the eyes. A second later, a current traveled through the water and nearly zapped the man, and he fell to the ground shivering.
"In terms of dueling", Harry said suddenly, pacing this way and that, "Wizards are classified on the Five Pillar scale."
He stared at Moody.
"The Five Pillars are Spell Power, Skill with Magic, Speed of Movement, Devices in Possession, and Bloodlines! They range between zero and ten. Any person with a combined score of over ten is a C class wizard. Over fifteen is B class, and twenty would make you A class. Anyone who has a score of over thirty is a Mage, and over forty five, a Sorcerer."
He dodged a spell that Moody fired at him from behind, a tripping jinx of all things, and returned a Stunner which hit the downed Moody in the chest.
"Professor Moody was once considered a Mage. It is clear that he is barely C class now." And with that, Harry walked out of the room, followed by several other people, including Daphne but not Hermione. After fifteen minutes, the entire class left, and no one witnessed Moody's transformation into someone who was not quite Moody after an hour passed.
Mangekyo
"Now, add the Boomslang skin to the Kelpie-"
"Yes, I know. We had just talked about this potion yesterday, remember?"
Harry nodded, his face reddening slightly. "Sorry, Daphne. I'm too used to telling you what to do in Potions..."
"There's no harm done", Daphne said, kissing Harry on the cheek when Snape wasn't looking.
"Two points from Slytherin, Ms. Greengrass, for obvious reasons. Potter, Greengrass, see me after class."
"Damn, you gave him an excuse", muttered Harry. Daphne pursed her lips.
Snape collected the Rash Reducing Concoction and then dismissed the class.
Harry walked up to Snape's desk.
He expected Snape to begin shouting, but Snape just continued to grade essays.
"I can't protect you any more, can I, Harry?" Snape asked, his voice lacking its usual vitriol.
Harry pulled in a deep breath.
"Making deal with Fae folk, breaking into Charlemange's tomb, killing Aurors, dueling against Dumbledore, a Primary Color from the Mage's Association, and Nicholas Flamel himself. And winning two out of those three duels."
Neither Harry nor Daphne spoke.
"My left eye's evolved", Harry said.
Snape looked up expectantly.
"Mangekyo Sharingan", Harry said. His blue and gold eye spun, and Snape examined it slowly.
"What does it do?"
"You know about the Caliburn, right? The reason I was able to duel so well when I had it was because I was capable of reading my opponent's intent in real time, seconds before they performed their actions. That's an eternity to my Kaleidoscope. When Flamel kidnapped me, I had very nearly gone blind from the use of my left Kaleidoscope. I escaped with the Kamui and it exploded, then absorbed the Caliburn and regenerated, retaining the mind based power of the Sword that Chose."
"Sword that Chose?"
"Well, it can't really choose another wielder while it's part of my eye, right?"
Snape nodded.
There was another silence.
"I heard about your duel with Moody."
"He was pathetic! Barely better than the Aurors."
"Surely he couldn't have become that bad?" Snape stared.
"I can't say I understand his decline in skill either, but it might have something to do with the fact that he needs to drink some sort of unidentified potion to survive."
"I'm very sure that it's whiskey in his flask, Harry", Snape said, raising right eyebrow.
"No. It had a magical sheen to it that only potions have."
Snape frowned.
After several more minutes of silence, Harry decided that he didn't want to be late when giving his lecture to the Advanced Runes class on his contributions to Rune Magazine, and they left.
"What are you playing at, Moody?" Snape asked the empty classroom. "Just what are you playing at?"
Mangekyo
Another tree grew out of the stone, and Daphne stared at it in frustration. Harry was still giving his lecture about runes, so he couldn't give her pointers, or tell her how her magic was flowing. She had wanted to grow vines instead, but for some reason, all she could form were grass and fruit trees.
She tried again, throwing all her magic into it, but then slumped to the ground, drained, and felt depleted beyond anything she had done before. She couldn't help it as her vision dimmed, and she passed out for the eighth time.
"You shouldn't work so hard on this", Hermione whispered.
There was no response.
"What would Harry think, Daph? He'd really hate to see you like that."
There was still no response.
"Daphne?" Hermione asked, shaking the girl slightly.
A cute little snore issued forth from Daphne's coral pink lips, and Hermione nearly squealed.
"Daphne?" Hermione shook her again.
Hermione couldn't help herself. She leaned in and began nibbling on Daphne's lips, hoping that the girl was too magically exhausted to even think of catching her.
Daphne let out a breathy moan.
Hermione froze, and backed away, but she realized that Daphne was still on the cusp of unconsciousness.
She levitated Daphne onto a bed that Harry had permanently transfigured a while ago, to deal with the times when he miscalculated and ran out of juice.
"M-maybe I should undress her. Or else she won't be c-comfortable when she wakes up." She didn't know who she was talking to, and then realized exactly why she had said so.
She fired a locking charm at the door, the strongest one she knew, and sprinted back over to where Daphne was sleeping peacefully.
Her breathing grew labored. "I can't believe I'm going to do this", she whispered to Daphne.
[Citrus]
She slowly removed Daphne's Slytherin House robes, exposing a bare shoulder, and then the lace teddy that Daphne had torn off in front of Harry last year.
Her cheeks grew red as she slowly caressed Daphne's face, sitting down beside her sleeping form.
"In truth, I love you as much as I love Harry", she admitted. "I-I'm too much of a coward to try this with Harry, but..."
She leaned down nervously, and gently pressed her lips against Daphne's own. With her tongue, she gently probed, seeking entrance, and when Daphne let out a little sigh and unconsciously parted her lips, Hermione started softly exploring the depths of her mouth. Daphne shifted slightly as Hermione continued to kiss her, and gave soft little mewls that awoke something in Hermione that she didn't know existed before, a burning desire that she hadn't acknowledged until now. She slipped a hand underneath the teddy, and ran her fingers along Daphne's skin, exploring with only the lightest touches in an attempt to avoid waking the sleeping girl.
Hermione released Daphne's lips, and started to move slowly down towards her body, planting light kisses on her face and neck. She leaned back, and slid the sheer fabric of the teddy down towards Daphne's stomach, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Hermione couldn't help but notice that Daphne's breasts were slightly larger than her own, and that her nipples had quickly hardened when exposed to the smooth brushes from Hermione's fingertips along with the cool breeze coming from the gap beneath the door.
She ran her fingers gently around Daphne's breasts, and gently planted kisses on her shoulder and chest, before running her tongue across the swell of her right breast, towards Daphne's now-stiff nipple. Then, she traced around the hard nubbin with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth and chewing very gently. She was rewarded with a slight gasp from the blond girl which, despite the fear of being caught, caused a rush of blood in Hermione.
She couldn't resist continuing to chew on them ever so softly when Daphne made the same delectable mewls that she had when Hermione kissed her.
Hermione sat back, admiring the waterfall of sunshine that was Daphne's hair, as she began sliding the bunched-up undergarments down to her hips, and gently slipping them out from under her body so that she was completely naked.
A sudden cold draft hit Daphne's mound, and she whimpered slightly. Hermione resisted the urge to wrap herself around Daphne and squeeze, but by this point she was trembling with a combination of nervousness and anticipation. She trailed her fingers gently down Daphne's chest, over her stomach, and down to Daphne's slit and ran her hand over it. She wasn't sure if Daphne was slick due to sweat, or arousal, but she could definitely feel her own dampness between her thighs, and she gently began exploring Daphne's folds with a single finger, delighting in the louder moans and groans that she was causing.
Breathing heavily, Hermione removed her finger from Daphne's warmth, and gave it an experimental lick. Daphne had a deep, musky scent, and she tasted of nature and the wilderness; Hermione found it wholly addictive. She had moved beyond any potential explanation now, and had a sudden and overwhelming flash of guilt when she realised just how far she had gone in exploring Daphne's body without her knowledge or consent. She could see the flush in Daphne's cheeks and breasts, and had a pang of regret when she considered how Daphne might react when she discovered what one of her best friends had done to her while she was overcome with exhaustion.
Daphne's breathing had become heavier as she got more and more agitated, and Hermione lowered her mouth again, unable to resist kissing Daphne's thighs, and then exploring her folds with her tongue in an attempt to taste her more deeply. When her tongue hit Daphne's clitoris, she let out a much louder gasp and moan, and Hermione lost what little restraint she had retained, attacking the hard nub with both her tongue and fingers.
Despite Hermione's inexperienced ministrations, it wasn't long before she came to a shuddering climax, letting out a very loud and sensual moan as she did so. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Daphne slowly opened her eyes. She suddenly shot up, and looked straight into Hermione's eyes, as she realised that she was now completely naked, and that there was a witch breathing heavily and poised between her legs. Hermione jumped away from her in surprise, but Daphne's hands abruptly grabbed her by the breast and pulled her back.
Daphne growled and, despite its inherent femininity and sheer softness, Hermione never felt so threatened before.
"How dare you", she said quietly.
Hermione made an uncomfortable squeak, trying not to think of the soft hand that had a painful vice-grip on her left breast.
Suddenly, she threw Hermione down onto the bed and began ripping her clothes off and, in a smooth motion, inserted two of her fingers into Hermione's folds.
Hermione screamed, partially in pain and partially in pleasure.
"How do you like it?" whispered Daphne. As Hermione tried to gather enough breath to respond between her shuddering moans, Daphne began wiggling her fingers deep inside her, causing another loud moan as the highly-aroused witch had her most private areas explored more deeply than ever before.
"How do you like being taken, Hermione?" Daphne asked roughly. "How do you like being mine to use?"
Daphne stopped suddenly, and pinned Hermione's arms to her sides, pushing her legs open.
"Daphne?"
Daphne surveyed her for a moment with an expression that was clearly Harry's - the narrowing eyes and the rapid blinking. She was still breathing very heavily, and Hermione found she was still turned on, despite the severe expression on Daphne's face.
"Why don't I show you how it feels to be completely helpless to my advances, Hermione? Immobulus."
Hermione froze, quite literally, as Daphne sat next to her magically stiffened body. She was completely unable to move anything but her eyes, but still managed to convey her pleading. Please. Please, let me...
But Daphne would have none of it as she slowly teased Hermione, running a long tongue over her inner thighs and around her nipples, with rough and firm movements that were a stark contrast to the gentle touches that Hermione had used. Daphne didn't have to worry about waking her victim up, after all.
Suddenly, she dove into Hermione's inner folds with her tongue and began pushing her tongue in and out of Hermione, her nose slightly nudging Hermione's clit with every movement.
Hermione, being completely unable to move or speak, began to cry softly with frustration as Daphne stopped and started, keeping her at the very brink of release, but never truly experiencing la petite mort.
Suddenly, the freezing charm lifted, and Hermione gave huge gasps of surprise, her flailing hands tightly grabbing the bedsheets and her toes curling desperately. Daphne kept her whole body firmly pinned to the mattress, even as she tried to arch herself towards Daphne's mouth in the hopes of finally reaching that blissful state.
"Please, Daphne. P-please. Let me..." Hermione's face turned a deeper red, signifying a small measure of embarrassment.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Hermione", Daphne commanded huskily. "What do you want me to do to you?" Her voice was sweet-sounding, and even possessed an innocent lilt, but Hermione was wholly unable to break free of her hold. She was still gently stroking Hermione with her fingers, enough to keep her highly aroused but not enough to bring her to orgasm.
"Please. Let me... c-cum."
"What does that entail?" Daphne mockingly wondered aloud. "What exactly do you want me to do, Hermione? I must confess to not understanding", she said, in perfect imitation of Harry's 'polite' voice.
"I want you to... l-lick me. H-harder and faster. U-until I can't take it anymore", Hermione finally admitted. "P-please..."
Daphne hummed as if in deep thought, tilting her head to the side. "I don't know if you deserve it, Hermione. After all, bad girls sometimes need to be denied what they-"
"Daphne!" Hermione screamed in frustration, though there was still a pleading in her voice that elicited a smirk from the other girl.
Daphne leaned over Hermione, and her long hair brushed Hermione's nipples tantalizingly.
"Okay." Daphne moved down to Hermione's clitoris, and began licking it slowly, speeding up every few seconds as Hermione writhed and moaned.
"D-Daphne!" Hermione cried out. She had come closer than ever before when Daphne stopped again.
"Tell me, Hermione, what will you do if I let you cum?"
"Anything", Hermione gasped out, realizing the hold Daphne had on her.
"Very well." Daphne's tongue darted into Hermione's slit, and as Hermione reached the point of no return, a small spark of magic jumped between them. The promise had been magically binding, but Hermione didn't care. Her entire world had become Daphne's tongue, which pulsed in and out of her, as huge waves of orgasm crashed upon her unlike anything she had ever felt before.
"D-Daphne! O-oh Daphne", Hermione screamed out as her body spasmed, the seconds stretching into minutes of perfect pleasure as she knew she'd never experience another orgasm quite like this one.
And then, it was over. Every several seconds, a small aftershock of the bliss would hit her, and drive her back down to the bed even as she tried to sit up, and Daphne smirked over her, sitting with her legs crossed slightly, her sweat-drenched breasts glinting at Hermione. Hermione stared at the puffy pink nipples, mesmerized.
A cold fear stabbed Hermione in the chest. Daphne could now order her to do anything. And she would have to comply, or die.