My Dark Lady Shouldn't Be This Cute 5 - or 'The day I had to become a bit of a teddy bear to my beloved Dark (Cutie) Lady Tammy' (HP SI, feat. Fem!TomRiddle)
Tammy Riddle was the happiest girl.
Her brother had started to establish their group! It had been so wonderful of him to focus on that and spell-learning, and now the girl could proudly say that their ambitious rise to predominance was upon them. Well… it started, maybe. It was too early to say how successful this endeavor was going to be considering how tedious magical politics were, but Tammy was hopeful.
After all, she had made sure no distractions of the female kind had the balls to approach her brother.
Maybe she was a bit too intense about it, at least that was how Willow said. Despite her many shortcomings and weaknesses, the little Greengrass was slowly getting better from 'potential skank' and maybe could make it into 'potential first female friend'. The notion was fascinating! But not as fascinating as what magic and potions could do to prank the foolish witches daring to even glance at her brother.
Some of the Third Year ladies dared to look at Zeke as a 'cute little boy' to 'play-date'. Something so disgusting that urged her to react accordingly. They would end up in infirmary after scratching too much their crotches as Tammy had put a magically-powered time-delayed tickling jinx on all their knackers, leaving the lustful vixen to suffer the wrath of 'being too slutty'.
Following the trio was five girls from Seventh Year trying to set up a prank which would involve her brother seeing one of them 'nude' and then coerced to be their servant. The pure anger she had at this sort of depravity was enough to warrant these bitches to lose their clothes in the Great Hall. That was a bit of a rushed move, but she avoided getting caught.
Next up was a silly firstie that was smitten to her brother. A concussion through a few hurled books was enough to make her deterred from getting too close to her brother.
It wasn't like she was outright malicious or ruthless- after all, Tammy's judgment was dictated by the intensity of the outrage. The higher the debauchery, the stronger the retribution. It was mercy considering she wasn't outright picking on all women. It was just those that were so foolish enough to think her brother was a puppet. He was not. He was her brother and she was… his naughty sister.
Tammy was growing up, so was Zeke. And Zeke has muscles, while Tammy has urges. It wasn't intense- not yet, from what she could recall reading about puberty. It was fine for a girl to be more attracted to boys. Especially those that were keeping up with their shape. Her brother was no muscular man, but he was lean, the signs of a future athletic frame already added to her silly dreams of being pinned down, furiously kissed and then married on the spot. It was so so silly!
But it felt like the ultimate goal despite her own ambitions. Tammy wanted to dominate people- it was in her blood, she just could tell it by instinct, but there was something about her brother that just made her so 'putty' when he was around. So… restrained. It felt like he was the kind of leash she loved to have on her own neck and he was also the owner of such a leash.
The depraved comparison was somewhat pleasant, but it was also proof of her deep love for her brother. He was so smart and dashing, so caring and yet not too cuddly with her.
If only he could be a bit more naughty with me~
Despite these sad circumstances, Tammy was still a jolly girl. Her brother had made a lot of progress, and it would be a lie to say that Tammy had not looked deep into this matter herself. Many of the girls were too bigoted to really get too involved, but she was surprised when she was able to find someone among the most bigoted of them all.
The Black Family is renowned for two things: racial purity to the point of having blood-related cousins fuck and have kids, and the duty of 'keeping elves' heads sheltered as memorabilia'.
Truth be told, Tammy knew she was dealing with a crazy girl. She was one herself so she should know, but the way this one approached was… cute. In its own sick and twisted way.
Lucretia Black was a Third Year Student and-
"I want to be your apprentice."
"Why?"
"I like your brother, but I want to be a mistress rather than subvert you."
"...I am listening."
Part of her was angry at the brazen claim, but Tammy was also a logical beast and could tell this idea had some merits.
"It would be wrong to say that you don't deserve him, Milady. I wish to worship him like you do, to be blessed by his cuteness and-"
"I will allow it only if you are willing to have your mind expanded. After all, there's more than just looks to my brother," Tammy interjected flatly, her words intriguing Lucretia. "From headpats, to handholding to hugging and then cuddling. I shall train you to harness this sort of affection, and then you shall use it together with your spells to gain true power."
Lucretia's eyes were glowing, and yet Willow didn't look convinced. As the Black was away from earshot, the blonde raised her complaint.
"You have been bullying those girls for giving looks to your brother- I can understand the Seventh Years but-"
"It's a matter of principle. She had the decency to ask and become my apprentice," Tammy argued. "But I think it's more than just that, isn't it, Willow?"
"I-I don't like your brother."
"Yes. But, you see, this situation has given me an idea. I will let you be my apprentice and be with my brother… if you pass a test."
"...What? Why would I-I ever consider doing that?"
Later that night, Willow was cursing herself in her mind as she had been pushed by her interest in the boy. What she didn't know was that the test would have been so bold. She was in her nightgown, and Tammy had shown her how to get inside the boys' dorms, find Zeke's room and… sleep-cuddle with him.
Tammy mentioned having used a tiny Confundus to make her brother think that the one that was going to cuddle with him was actually Tammy. The goal of this insane test? Don't do anything lewd and 'survive the cuddle'.
It sounded so intimate and yet so simple. Why should this be a challenge?
Turns out the issue is deep within the hug. Deep in love, and deep in being cuddled up so happily. Willow is intoxicated by the affection- even more since this was the best hug she had in years ever since her mother passed away. She was tempted to reach out and thank him with a kiss on the cheek but… then Willow realizes this was the issue as this was what Tammy would recognize as 'lewd'. So, she just nuzzled up and enjoyed the 'fun'.
The next day Willow woke up in her bed, the warmth and scent still imprinted on her face and clothes. In a rather infuriating development, Willow now knew something of herself that left her with little choice on the matter.
She liked Zeke, and joining Tammy's cult was the only way to see it develop to some extent.
AN
Tammy may have a deeper reason within her own clique. Worry not, they will definitely not partake in some depraved orgy once they are out of Hogwarts. Not at all.
Still, no hardcore loods until they are old enough to make it matter.
