Draco Victorious

TotalAwesomeness

Summary:

In many Harry/Daphne fanfics, Draco Malfoy is always thwarted when it comes to his plans for Daphne Greengrass. But in this universe? Daphne Greengrass isn't so lucky.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Hogwarts was changing; the implementation of a new, updated curriculum and muggle subjects – the Sciences, Mathematics, and the Arts etc. – meant that many of the children of traditionalist pureblood families were reeling in outrage and disgust. On the other hand, Draco Malfoy was furious for a different reason.

Of course, Draco still upheld his beliefs of pureblood superiority, yet the events of the past year had reshaped some of the fifteen-year-old's views (not that he would ever admit this out loud). It took some number of lessons for Draco to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that the muggles surpassed the magical when it came to the arts, especially the wide variety of it. No, the ire of Draco Malfoy was solely focused on the source of all these changes: Harry James Potter.

After the debacle of the Triwizard tournament, he had expected the Scar-head to be a shaken, emotional wreck. He had expected the Daily Prophet and the Ministry to be slandering Potter left and right, to which they did… at first. But upon the return to Hogwarts, Potter had come back as a completely different person.

Gone was the Gryffindor who hated and shied away from his fame, replaced by someone who manipulated the press and rooted out all those who dared to slander him or anyone he cared about. Potter had somehow come across his wealth – and with it came the political power needed to upheave the Wizarding World.

It wasn't just political power, as the classes would later demonstrate. Whilst in previous years, Draco would balk at Scar-head being the vanquisher of the Dark Lord, the feats of magic he had achieved during classes – particularly, transfiguration, charms, and DADA – the legends surrounding the Boy-Who-Lived might as well have been watered down for believability.

One such incident which still clung inside Draco's mind was during Transfiguration, where the lesson that day was to make a small, bedside desk twirl like a ballerina. Damn Potter had to show off – "unintentionally" – and transform the thing into a golden retriever puppy, which had immediately trotted over to the professor. If it wasn't so adorable, Draco would have cursed Potter right then and there! Alas, he had waited until everyone had filed out of the classroom and ambushed him in the corridor (with Crabbe and Goyle as back-up, of course).

Draco's back still ached at the memory.

When he had finally awoken, the ceiling of the Hospital Wing greeted his vision. As soon as Madam Pomphrey had come for a check-up on his condition, along with the news that Potter wasn't going to be punished, Draco would have screamed, if it weren't for the fact that a silencing charm had been placed upon him. Outstretched on a hospital bed, with all four limbs encased in casts, the following thirteen hours, fourteen minutes and twelve seconds were spend plotting his revenge on Potter. But how was he going to do that, when Potter was untouchable?

The following weeks seemed to only get progressively worse. Somehow, Daphne Greengrass – a fellow fifth-year Slytherin from a neutral pureblood family – had been charmed by Potter, although at this point, Draco was hardly surprised. Even Snape of all people had eventually come to form a cordial friendship with his former enemy! Still, it was the loss of Daphne that made Draco's blood boil with rage.

Although she did not believe in blood purity, this did not detract from the fact that Daphne Greengrass was, as Weasley had once so eloquently put it, "all tits and arse, with a pretty face". Daphne's face was indeed pretty, with high cheek-bones, perfect teeth, and plump lips. It helped that she wore minimal make-up, enhancing her sharp blue eyes, unlike the whores from Gryffindor (excluding Granger). However, it was her body that truly made an envious man out of Draco.

At fifteen years of age, many of the girls throughout each house were quite evidently a long way from developing a womanly figure. That wasn't always the case, as Brown and oddly enough, Granger disproved with their larger-than-average busts and derrieres. Even Draco had to catch himself from openly ogling Granger's backside as she walked past him; if only she wasn't a mudblood, which was why Daphne was the woman of his lustful fantasies and dreams.

Woman, because that was what Daphne Greengrass was compared to the girls of Hogwarts. A statuesque goddess that towered over him by several centimetres (and at 1.77 metres, he wasn't quite a small person), the usually modest Hogwarts uniform did little to conceal her mountainous chest. It was like comparing Brown to the flat-chested Weasley. The view of the back was equally as pleasing, to the point where Draco could never keep his eyes off of those round arse-cheeks straining against the confines of her short, tight skirt. If there was one thing that he didn't hate/dislike about Potter, it would be putting his friends through a vigorous exercise routine, as the results were clearing showing in Daphne's toned, fit body.

Draco had tried to seduce her a year ago, with an invitation as his date to the Yule Ball being the first step. Unfortunately, the offer was rejected with an icy cold glare, and a blunt (yet no less courteous) statement about how she would never ever consider going out with the likes of him. To say the rejecting had stung was… an understatement, especially when he saw her at the Yule Ball with Blaise Zabini, wearing an exquisite crimson silk dress that clung to her bodacious figure like a second skin. Her matching five-inch heels increased the height disparity between the two of them, which only added to her sex appeal.

Daphne had paid him no mind that night, and all Draco could do was grit his teeth at the incessant shit that came out of his own date's mouth. Although, this had done nothing to quell his fantasies later that night, when he imagined how she would come up to his room to "apologise" down her throat and then her arse in doggystyle, as she screamed out in ecstasy to be his pureblood bitch. In his fantasies, she kept the heels on, as he fucked her over and over again.

Daphne, the woman who should be his, had to go and fall in love with Scar-head – and of course, that love was reciprocated. Only Weasley was reserved, if not also openly antagonistic, at least initially. Then, lo and behold, Potter worked his magic and anti-Slytherin Weasley became an amicable acquaintance with her. Was there anything he couldn't do?! God, how Draco despised him! Even so, what could he possibly do against who seemed to be Merlin 2.0?

Ironically, it was actually overhearing a conversation between Daphne and her half-blood friend, Davies, in the Slytherin common room that gave him the perfect idea for revenge.

For once, Draco was genuinely minding his own business whilst completing his potions essay, when the entrance of the common room opened up and out came Daphne and Davies in an animate, albeit hushed discussion. As he was lying down on the long, black leather sofa, they could not see him.

"Calm down, Daph! What is so nerve-wracking about a picnic? I swear, you two have been sucking face-"

Daphne narrowed her eyes, as if daring for her best friend to continue. As a Slytherin, Tracey did not, out of a sense of self-preservation.

"But seriously, though. Sometimes, it feels like you're under a love potion – and yes, I know you and Harry have detection methods against them. All you have to worry about what could be a momentous step in your relationship."

Tracy's tone was light at the last part, though it could be clearly observed that Daphne's smile in return was forced.

"Listen," Tracy sobered. She grasped her hands and held them out in front of her. "You love each other; anyone can see that. If you have anything to worry about, it would be you worrying so much about something, when you really shouldn't."

Daphne took a breath to steady herself and then gazed into Tracy's eyes. A gentle smile formed on her lips.

"Thanks, Trace." She pecked her on the cheek, before immediately rushing towards the girl's dormitories. "I need to get ready."

Unseen by the two, Draco stared at Daphne as she rushed past to her dormitory; the sway of her hips emphasising the heart-shape of her arse and the movement of her rounded cheeks. Once she had disappeared, the plan to take what was rightfully his was beginning to form in his head.

The plan would work. It had to work, or else the fortune he had just funnelled into this endeavour would have been pointless at best, and the highest point of idiocy at its worst. If his mother were to find out about his plan…

Draco shuddered at the thought. Only a fool (or a Weasley) would not fear the wrath of Narcissa Malfoy.

The ancient magical artefact was costly, to say the least, and this wasn't talking about gold. No, for instead the Hypnos Ring in Borgin Burkes required… sacrifice of a kind; it had to be a meaningful offering to sate the ring. Not to mention, the sneaking around he had to do, in order to obtain the ring, without alerting anyone (particularly Dumbledore) of his intentions.

He was going to miss his right eye, even with the magical replacement.

But it was worth it, Draco told himself frequently. The gold-banded ring with its jade crystal rock, shaped in the form of a heart, caused his body to thrum with the power it possessed. It was this power that would make Potter pay and make Daphne Greengrass into his pureblood whore.

No longer requiring any sleep, Draco stayed alert and awake throughout the night and into the morning. Before anyone in the Slytherin common room was awake, he slipped down and utilised the ring's power to render himself invisible. Like clockwork, Daphne came jogging down into the main sitting room in tight, semi-revealing muggle work-out gear and water bottle in hand.

Praise the muggles.

The tight black jogging bottoms were shear and clung to her like a second skin, to a degree that Draco's magical eye could see the outline of her labia. Meanwhile, the violet sports-bra did very little to flatten Daphne's large chest; in fact, it appeared to give further definition to their rounded shape and firmness. He was so entranced with her body, that Daphne had almost dashed out of the common room, after taking a swig of her water bottle – the key word being 'almost'.

With a tightening of his fist and subsequent green glow of the jade gem, Daphne was immobilised on the spot in an upright standing position. She was mentally ensnared by the fear of her sudden immobilisation, especially as the ring given to her by Harry was doing nothing to negate it. Beads of sweat began to slowly fall down her forehead.

"Don't bother trying, Daphne." With a clenching of his hand into a fist, Draco appeared before her, and a smirk formed on his lips when he could see her fear turn into anger.

"Malfoy! Let me go, or I will-"

"Shush now!"

The Hypnos Ring crystal in his clenched fist glowed faintly, as Daphne found that no sound was coming out of her mouth, much to her frustration and growing unease. On the other hand, Draco was practically giddy with glee, if his wide grin was of any indication.

"You can now talk with a respectable tone of voice." He took pleasure in her unease, as it was sure to become full-blown horror at his next order. "Along with occasionally begging with dirty talk like a slut."

At once, Daphne's voice returned to her and along with it came a sense of overwhelming fury, despite her respectful tone.

"You can kindly take your views and what you may plan on achieving… UP MY TIGHT PUSSY, WHILE I SUCK YOUR COCK IN-BETWEEN MY HUGE TITS!"

The sudden shift startled both of them, though for clearly different reasons. Horrified at what had just happened, Daphne kept her mouth shut. Unfortunately for her, Draco was having none of that.

"That sounds like a marvellous idea, my sweet little whore. Take off your bra like one of those muggle strippers."

Tears started to stream down her face, as Daphne was forced to seductively strip in front of her boyfriend's school rival. With a jiggle, her large breasts were finally exposed to him, in all of their glory.

It was rare for Draco Malfoy to be rendered speechless. But feasting his eyes upon those two unbelievably large mountains of flesh, capped with galleon-sized areolas and engorged nipples, were indeed a sight to behold. And now, they – along with the rest of Daphne Greengrass – was his at last.

"Smile for me, Daphne – like you enjoy being my whore, which is starting to happen."

In an instant, the tears had stopped cascading down her face and was replaced by a saucy, seductive smirk. She cupped her breasts and kneaded them, whilst biting her bottom lip and retaining smouldering eye contact with him.

"Say what you want to say, though keep 'whore-mode' on."

No discernible changes occurred with this command, as Daphne continued to knead her breasts, though this time focusing on doing so in circular motions.

"I will fucking kill you, Malfoy. Then Harry and I are going to castrate you and feed your tiny dick-"

"Shush…" Daphne fell silent. "As of now, you no longer hate me. In fact, you will be fighting a growing attraction to me; though, you will fail, as you fall deeper in lust and love, until you will finally submit and beg me to take you."

Oh god, he wanted to take her right now in the common room! Even so, patience was a virtue. He wanted to truly mould her into his whore and humiliate Potter, although his balls were aching for relief – the noticeable bulge from within his trousers twitched slightly.

"On your knees, Greengrass!"

The young woman could do nothing but comply to her new master, while her hands continued to hungrily knead her breasts. Even the venomous glare she was sending him had lost some of its heat.

"Take my cock out, slowly."

With a tremendous amount of willpower, Draco restrained himself from exploding right then and there, as Daphne took out his erect eight-inch member. She gasped at the sight of the engorged head its prominent veins.

"Is it bigger than Potter's?" Draco asked with a lecherous smirk, as she gingerly caressed his shaft and head.

"Quite a bit," Daphne murmured in awe, to which she stiffened at her response. He could see the conflict raging inside her mind. If only Potter could see his girlfriend now.

"Why don't you give it a taste?" Draco prompted without the aid of the ring, to determine if the build-up of lust was enough for her to do so without it.

Clearly, it was not... at least, not yet, as Daphne had opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, only to stop a couple of centimetres away from his cockhead.

He sighed, though without any real frustration. It was going to take a bit longer for his new whore to follow his commands without the ring. And when that happens, he was going to laud it over Potter.

"Have a taste, Daphne. Have a taste of daddy."

With a tentative lick around his cockhead, Daphne got her first taste of Draco Malfoy. A small part of her psyche was screaming in disgust and trying to access the mental link with her beloved. Unfortunately for her, Draco had prepared for such a link – a link that had been 'closed off' by the ring.

He groaned in pleasure. Daphne grew bolder with her oral ministrations, as her tongue swirled around and his cockhead with increasing fervour and tasted the tip, which was leaking pre-cum.

As the minutes rolled by, one of her hands began pumping his shaft, while the other fondled his balls. Draco was paralysed in ecstasy with his head tilted back, as Daphne bobbed her head up and down his cock; occasionally, she would pay extra attention to his sensitive head and tip with loving kisses.

"Did Daddy like that?" Daphne asked with a girly voice and batted her eyelashes at him.

He caressed her cheek, almost as if it were a gesture of love… before he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock as far as it could go into her mouth, in one swift, sudden motion.

Below him, Daphne coughed and spluttered whilst trying, to no avail, to withdraw his cock from her mouth, as what seemed to be an endless volume of seed was pumped into it. When he finally took it out, a copious volume of cum flowed out from her mouth – and oddly enough, some from within her nostrils – and onto her breasts.

With a slight whimper, Daphne Greengrass had no idea that this was only the beginning of her humiliation.

"Put your bra back on," Draco watched as her breasts – painted with his cum – were regretfully covered. Then, he summoned a water bottle identical in design to hers. "And take this."

From the outside, the water bottle appeared to contain water only. However, inside was something very different; it was a substance that Daphne would have eagerly drink from Harry, without hesitation. Now, there was a growing apprehension to the idea of such a thing.

"This is yours?" Daphne stated neutrally, if not with a bit of a curiosity. She bit her bottom lip in contemplation.

"Yes, and it is full of the nutrients you will ever need. It is now the only thing you will drink. Any liquid you drink will become my seed – my seed will flow down your throat no matter what."

Daphne was numb, yet she nodded in response to the order.

"Now, go on your run with Potter and his gang. I will see you later at lunchtime."

Just as she had passed by him, Draco summoned a napkin and wiped some of his cum from the corner of her mouth. She was startled when he slapped her arse-cheek, which made it jiggle slightly upon impact. Before he would have been cursed to hell and back; now, Daphne felt a slight tingle in her nether regions at the sensation, as she left to join her current friends with a belly full of her daddy's seed and a craving for more.

Draco Victorious

TotalAwesomeness

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Daphne succumbs to her desires; the ultimate victory for Draco Malfoy.

Notes:

Commissioned by a Redditor

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The Great Hall was bustling with activity, almost filled to the brim with students and teachers. Until recently, the general atmosphere of the school (and the magical world) had been foreboding, with an increasing sense of dread for the future. However, the past few months had changed things, and it was largely due to a certain Boy-Who-Lived/Chosen One.

With the help of his friends and allies, Harry had taken the magical world by storm. An overall re-haul of Hogwarts itself – from the curricular, to the actual subject content and teaching – had given new life to the ancient establishment and its students. Hogwarts was being dragged into the modern day, and outside of Hogwarts, the same was happening, albeit at a slower rate. In spite of the looming threat of Voldemort, things were looking up for Harry and his friends.

And yet, Harry couldn't help but feel as though something was… off. Something had been ruminating in the back of his mind, ever since he had last seen his girlfriend, Daphne. A small smile graced his lips, at the thought of her, only to morph into a concerned frown.

He glanced around the Great Hall for any sign of her, to no avail. Due to not sharing any free periods with his other friends, Harry was sat surrounded by more-or-less strangers at the table, with a half-eaten slice of buttered toast.

Where is she? Harry thought to himself. Furrowing his eyebrow, he chastised himself for being an idiot; he and Daphne had a magical bond, so why not simply contact her?

He reached out through their bond, relishing in its warmth and the feelings that came through it. Mentally, Harry pictured a house and rapping his knuckles on its front door. Usually, this would lead to an all-encompassing wave of positive emotions – love, trust, affection etc. Now, though, said emotions were somewhat muted, albeit only just enough not to attract Harry's worry. And to further ward off any suspicion, the bond – deteriorating by the second, unbeknownst to Harry – gave a false impression of Daphne, that would satisfy the young man's concerns regarding his girlfriend.

After all, Daphne had no time for her boyfriend now, not when she was currently preoccupied with greater issues…

In one of the castles multitude of girls' bathrooms, Daphne was sweating profusely, hunched over a sink. Said sink was currently gripped by its sides, as the young woman – paler than usual, with haunted and conflicted eyes – tried to regain some semblance of rational thought. Using the water from the sink, she splashed herself, only to yet again have the scent and taste of sperm invading her senses. No matter what she tried, any liquid would be transformed into his seed, even if it wasn't for drinking.

Why bother fighting it? A dark, salacious voice whispered in the back of her mind, as locks of matted blonde hair fell in front of her face, as she stared into her reflection. There was a crazed look in her eyes now, Daphne noted, and as much as it frightened her, she was also getting wet.

SO wet!

Daphne had long since discarded her school robe, followed quickly by her jumper; both laid damp and forgotten in a puddle, just a few metres away from her current position. And yet, no matter how many cooling spells she had tried to apply, she was still hot and aching, and so desperate to quench the burning thirst that was undoing her. Nevertheless, Daphne ignored the water bottle that Draco had given her, standing innocuously on the edge of the sink; she would not give in!

"F-Fuck you, Draco!"

Her reflection stared back, as if to taunt the poor girl, whose mind was unravelling. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to ignore the urges, the desires that Draco – when did he become Draco? – had planted.

Underneath her white shirt, damp with sweat, Daphne could feel her nipples harden into nubs. They poked out of the material, and ever since she had started dating Harry, Daphne regretted forgoing a bra. Worse yet, they were sensitive – so sensitive, to the point where even the slightest touch had almost buckled her knees and made her cry out.

"I'm gonna… Kill… Him!"

By the end of her sentence, Daphne's words came out as more akin to a shriek, in a combination of unrestrained lust and fury. At the same time, she struggled to even keep standing against the sink. Moreover, her eyes fluttered, while her hands crept down towards her breasts, which were jiggling within the confines of her semi-transparent shirt. Her perfectly-manicured fingers grazed against her highly sensitive nipples, which sent shivers throughout her voluptuous body. And at times, like a true bitch in heat, Daphne couldn't help but stick her tongue out as all of this was happening. If anybody had come into the bathroom, they would be in disbelief to see Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter's prim and proper girlfriend (with a body build for sin), reduced to a desperately horny whore.

"Draco… Draco… Daddy, please!"

As Daphne explored the curves of her own body with frenzied abandon, squeezing her massive breasts and playing with her overly sensitive nipples, the water bottle was sent flying onto the tiled bathroom floor. Its contents spilled out, to form a puddle of "water" that drew Daphne's immediate attention. And without a thought to her dignity, the horny young woman went down onto her knees in front of it and started lapping it up, filling the bathroom with undignified slobbering sounds and moaning, as Daphne Greengrass – girlfriend of Harry Potter, talented witch, new icon of the magical world – licked at dirty, damp bathroom tiles.

"Hmm, yes, daddy!" Daphne cried out, with saliva coating the edges of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over, as she continued to lick at the puddle, "Yes! Give me more, Draco… daddy, please!"

Her thong was soaking with arousal, as the sweet and tangy taste of Draco's – her daddy's, she corrected in her mind – delicious seed. It was SO much better than Harry's; why didn't she do this sooner?!

By the time that Daphne had finished licking off all of the "water", a thin layer of grim had developed on her tongue; after all, she had been licking a bathroom floor. Her knees were also aching, as was her back from being hunched over. Yet, this did not concern the young woman, who sucked on the water that drenched her fingertips, imagining that each one were Draco's cock. Her body shuddered with immense pleasure, and she groaned in delight with closed eyes, as the taste of his "water" ignited her taste buds. Even so, her pussy was aflame for more; it wanted to be filled by its new owner, to be hammered until it bore his children.

Daphne's eyes snapped open. It was as if a bucket of water had been dumped on her head. Aghast, she scrambled up onto her feet, and far away from where the "water" had been. From her periphery, her reflection was nearly unrecognizable, with a bitch-in-heat staring back at her.

"What the fuck?! What is happening to me?! I have to call Harry!"

She reached out with the bond to her beloved, only to receive nothing in return; no affection, feelings of home and security, NOTHING! In fact, it felt as if Daphne were submerged in water, on the verge of drowning, just below the surface, while Harry was barely out of reach. At this revelation, her eyes stung with tears, and she gripped her temples in frustration, as she could feel her mind start to unravel.

Worse, while she had regained her bearings, Daphne noticed that she had only gotten wetter. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her bottom lip, while also gazing up towards the ceiling in silent prayer. Every hole in her body had started begging for more – for more of Draco Malfoy.

Footsteps echoed throughout the bathroom. They were steady and gradual, and they were coming from behind Daphne. Alarmed and already on-edge, the young woman whipped her head around in the direction of the upcoming footfall.

"Somebody's in here!"

Her voice was pathetically timid, not at all like something associated with Daphne's cultivated "Ice Queen" persona. Coupled with her withdrawn and jumpy demeanor, and ruined makeup, Daphne was a shell of her usual confident self.

"Tut-tut, my dear Daphne," the voice sent shivers of dread running through her body, "You shouldn't be ashamed to show yourself in front of your man."

Draco stepped out from around the corner, with an insufferable smirk plastered across his face. His eyes glinted with unabashed sexual desire, as he took in the sight of his whore before him. Even when covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and with matted and unkempt hair, Daphne was absolutely breathtaking. In particular, the way her breasts would fall and rise with each shallow, shuddering breath was absolutely spell-binding.

"Y-You're not m-my man!"

What had meant to sound intimidating and powerful, instead came across as timid and frightful. Daphne, who was desperate to avoid eye-contact with Draco, took a step back from the latter, only to hit the sink behind her. It didn't help that the former was shaking like a leaf.

"Oh?!" Draco pretend to act surprised, taking a few steps towards her, "So it wasn't you, who was moaning my name like a wanton whore, calling me your 'daddy'?"

He was merely a few inches in front of her and invading the personal space that Daphne had always cherished in her life (even with Harry). Even so, she did little to stop him; instead, Daphne tried to glare, only to begin losing herself into Draco's mesmerizing, grey eyes. Her bottom lip quivered with a mixture of fear and growing desire.

"D-D-Didn't m-mean anything?" she stammered, quietly. At the same time, Draco caressed her toned thigh, which sent shivers throughout her body, "D-Draco, please. Don't. Harry… I couldn't—"

If anybody were to ask either who had made the first move, they would have said the other. Regardless, it didn't truly matter; Daphne and Draco were locked in a passionate, unrestrained frenzy of French kisses and groping, as hands explored each other's bodies. Even the discomfort associated with leaning against a sink was lost to Daphne, as her breasts were roughly handled between his hands, while his crotch rubbed against hers in a fit of fervent lust.

"Yes, yes!" Daphne moaned between kisses, even more so when Draco planted several kisses along her lithe neck, "Draco! Daddy, please!"

Her eyes rolled back into her skull, and her mouth slackened in euphoric bliss, as he bit into her neck and left behind several hickeys. It was nothing that she and Harry hadn't done before, yet it felt SO different with her daddy – SO much better with him!

Before Daphne could properly process things, she was suddenly turned around and bent over the sink, presenting herself to her daddy. For a few moments, Draco appreciated the view of her arched, muscled back, that lead to a pair of round, full ass-cheeks begging to be molested. Additionally, he marvelled at their shape and firmness, as he squeezed and kneaded each cheek between his fingers, through the confines of the slutty green thong that was practically floss between her large, firm globes. Once again, Draco had to begrudgingly appreciate muggle clothing and noted to himself, that such provocative clothing would be mandatory as his whore.

Meanwhile, to a young woman like Daphne, who prided on being in control and was so used to being in charge, she was utterly powerless to stop him from molesting her ass. Not that Daphne would even try anymore; her thong had become inundated with her fluids, as she bit her lip to supress her moans.

She loved it.

For Draco, who was hard as rock and already getting close, he didn't want to do so while humping his new whore. Instead, he was going to do the one thing he had always planned to do, as part of his revenge against Potter: fuck Potter's girlfriend in the arse, until she came all over HIS cock. But why stop there? No, Daphne would become his cocksleeve; she would carry HIS pureblood children, to uphold and espouse pureblood rhetoric, and to show everyone that Draco Malfoy – her master – was not someone to fuck with, especially by some self-righteous half-blood.

"Beg me for it, my whore," Draco whispered, softly, into Daphne's ear. Before him, his whore shuddered at the sound and tone of his voice, "Beg me to fill your tight arsehole, to bugger your arse better than Potter ever could."

He leaned in, so close that Daphne could discern the bulge of his hard cock rubbing against her arsehole, and the warmth of his breath. A small, screaming part of her psyche wondered how it had come to this?! Why wasn't she hexing him to oblivion?!

However, for the most part, she no longer cared.

At the same time, Draco had started tracing his finger around her puckered arsehole, with the occasional insertion of his fingertip, if barely and only for incredibly brief moments. For every time he did, Daphne winced and braced herself against the sink. She felt her arsehole contract around his finger, as if her body wanted him inside.

"Please…"

The demand was faint, barely audible. If Draco hadn't been paying close attention, he would have missed it.

"Please… Draco…"

With slightly more force, he inserted another centimetre of his finger into Daphne's arsehole and stayed there for twice as long. Said arsehole squeezed around his finger like a vice, desperate not to lose the sensation of being filled. Meanwhile, Daphne shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

"Draco!" her voice had regained some of her characteristic sharpness, as she whipped her head behind her to face him. "P-Please…!"

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and crazed blue eyes – once filled with sharpness and rationale – stared into cool greys. Through the bond she shared with Potter, Daphne could sense the concern radiating from the young man; where was his girlfriend? In any other universe, it would have been enough for her to regain control, for the hero to save the day…

Instead, there she was in a girls' bathroom, bent over a bathroom sink. And ready to fuck her – claim her – as his own was a sworn enemy (not for long, Draco thought). Right now, Daphne could feel his bulbous cockhead – Draco had magically removed his trousers and boxers – nudge against her arsehole. It teased against her backdoor, as if awaiting permission from her. Every time it almost entered, she screamed internally, gripping the sides of the sink. It felt like forever, until she felt his cockhead and the rest of his thick nine inches – god, he was so much BIGGER than Harry – enter her.

And it was at this moment, that Daphne Greengrass had felt her resolve snap like a twig. An ancient magic had seized her, torn her to shreds from the inside, and spat her out as someone new.

Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall, a cold and piercing sensation had filled Harry's being, enough to make him gasp in alarm; he wouldn't find out the cause until much later.

"Draco!" Daphne shrieked; her voice was amplified by a surge in magical power coming from their "union", as Draco gradually slide more of his cock into the young woman, "Daddy! Daddy, please!"

Draco exhaled, having just shoved all of his length into his newly-minted whore. He relished in the sensation; her walls wrapped around his shaft and pulled him in deeper. Meanwhile, his hands explored the curve of her arched back, up and down, until they reached her breasts. Said breasts – so large and begging to be fondled – were cupped into his hands and used as extra leverage, as Draco started to pound into Daphne's tight arsehole.

"FUCK ME! FUCK MY ARSEHOLE! FUCK YOUR WHORE'S ARSEHOLE! MAKE ME YOURS! MERLIN, FUCK ME!" she moaned, frantically. Without lube, it should have been excruciatingly painful not pleasurable, yet Draco's magic made it so.

He is so powerful, Daphne thought dreamily in euphoria. Why did I ever choose Potter over Him?

As Draco pounded into her, with his hands digging into her sensitive breasts, her ass jiggled hypnotically upon each impact. And due to their immense size, the clapping of her cheeks produced audible sounds throughout the bathroom, that served to further incite Draco into being increasingly rougher and faster with his new whore.

SMACK*

SMACK*

SMACK*

"Aah, aah! Daddy!" Daphne gasped, as Draco smacked her arse, without slowing down at all. Her breasts and arsehole were beyond sore from being groped/buggered, respectively, and she was sweating profusely. Still, she wanted him to continue pounding into her, and made sure he knew using a much cutesier voice, "Daddy, don't stop! Don't stop fucking your whore!"

From behind, Draco pulled at Daphne's matted blonde hair, to force her back into a steeper arch. Both were drenched in sweat and reeked of sex, as the former forced the latter to kiss him, while his thrusts exchanged speed with more power.

Downstairs in Great Hall, Harry's heart was hammering in his chest, while alarm bells were ringing throughout his mind. Where was Daphne?!

"I'm not going to cum inside of you," Draco told her. But before Daphne could object, he continued with a salacious grin, "We have plenty of time later. For now, I want to cum between those fantastic tits of yours."

For the first time since her breakdown, Daphne grinned. However, it lacked any semblance to the woman that had been Harry Potter's; instead, it had an edge to it, like a seductress that had finally been freed.

"Of course, daddy."

Just as Draco had withdrawn his cock from her arse, Daphne had already twisted her body to face him. Naked in the bathroom together, the two lovers embraced in a brief, yet still passionate make-out session, ignorant of the outside world. Then, but not before flashing a devilish smile, Daphne lowered herself to her knees in front of him. To Draco, the sweat that glistened her body only enhanced her divine beauty, as individual droplets trailed down between the valley of her breasts and over her hardened, sickle-sized nipples.

"Good girl." Draco smiled, relishing at the sight before him. He used his thumb to wipe away a drop of sweat above her top lip, only for Daphne to take it into her mouth to suck on, "Very good girl, Daphne. Now, titfuck my cock."

His nine-inch member bobbed in the air in front of her, with its head tapping between the valley of her breasts. Not wanting to waste another moment, Daphne grabbed onto her tits and wrapped them around his cock. Due to their size, they engulfed his cock in their softness, barring the head, which would peek out from the top with each titfuck. Without a single word, though, said head was practically inhaled into Daphne's eager mouth with hallowed cheeks. Occasionally, she would even gag on the girth of his member, which would soon be followed by regrets that she hadn't done this sooner.

"Ugh, fuck! Keep doing that, and I'm gonna cum!" Draco grunted, gazing down at his whore blowing him. This spurred Daphne to swirl her tongue around his head, and then flick her tongue into his slit, all while staring up at her daddy, "Fuck!"

Without warning, he ejaculated into her mouth. Ropes of his delicious seed fired into Daphne's mouth, and despite her initial surprise, she didn't stop blowing him. Neither did she stop gazing up into his eyes, until she drained him of every drop with exaggerated slurping sounds. This was also followed by the exaggerated swallowing of his cum, all without losing eye-contact. For a moment, Draco was almost afraid that he had unleashed something out of his control, as Daphne rose up from her knees. Smatterings of cum decorated the edges of her mouth, with some dripping down her chin and onto her breasts.

She was a goddess, and she was HIS.

"So," Draco began with feigned coolness, while trying not to be too distracted by the heavenly sight before him. He grinned, "Ready to take back the magical world from Potter and his friends?"

A radiant, devilish smile met him in response. What had once held such warmth and affection for her friends, muggle-born and non-human alike, her blue eyes conveyed nothing more than fire against all of them. In particular, love had turned to hate for Harry Potter, who to the shock of everybody in the Great Hall had collapsed, as her new lover/daddy/master stood before her. Daphne would do anything for him, even change everything about herself.

"I am," her voice was ice-cold in its apathy to the filth, i.e. non-pureblood. She stepped forward and caressed his cheek with absolute devotion, "The mudbloods and freaks will pay, my love."

As Draco and Daphne kissed, soft and lovingly, in a naked embrace, Harry Potter felt his heart seize. Lying in one of the Hospital Wing's beds, he would wish for death.