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The officer at the reception perked up at his arrival, smiling wonderfully and unbuttoning the top buttons of her already rather unbuttoned uniform. She was buxom, pale, with wonderful red hair that flowed in waves over her shoulders. Underneath the shirt, she could just as well be a sexy Narcissa-class secretary, dressed in a tiny miniskirt and high heeled shoes. Soft silk wrist-length gloves adorned her hands.
"Oh my god!" she clasped her hands together. "Can I help you, sir? Is there anyone we need to arrest? Other girls brag that they're holding them for you to take care of."
"I want to see Padma Patil," he said. "Where is she?"
Immediately, she sneered. "Oh, that stupid bitch? Why do you want to see her?"
Harry didn't relish the answer, but his temper was getting shorter.
"Are you interrogating me now?"
It was a bit of a gamble-were they all really under his influence and just crazily in love with him, like Hermione and the others seemed to be?
The red-haired officer - Bones? - stammered and blushed at her nameplate. "No, of course not. I'll hold her for you, even! I'd love to. Can I do that?" "Where is she?"
She pointed. "Back there, in the holding cell. They've been preparing needles for her all day. Last week we were so rushed, I think it was three dozen? We had to wait for some to become available, and-"
Harry didn't know what any of these things meant and continued walking as she spoke to him, leading the way with her outstretched, delicate hand. Apparently, she was walking and talking, one too many tasks for her simple mind, and stumbling over the edges of the desk as she tried to hold his attention.
A week ago, or what seemed like a week to Harry's apparently time-warped mind, he would have been tethered and disoriented during a conversation with this lovely girl. To hell, without a few drinks he probably wouldn't even have the courage to talk to her at all. And yet now, today, he made her spin and even ignored her while she still desperately wanted to talk to him.
She'd probably even lay in bed today, foolishly thinking about having talked to him at all.
The layout and decor of the Auror Department were basic and utilitarian; a standard dystopian model of public service with bright lighting shining from runic tiles, chipped linoleum floors, and water-stained ceilings. However, over the past few weeks - Harry guessed about three weeks - they had clearly been trying to liven it up. Fresh flowers were in every booth and on every desk. Large posters of gorgeous bikini models hung on one wall under a decorative pink and gold sign that read "Perfect Woman for Service!"
Club music thumped from one closed office, and Harry saw inside that several pornographically uniformed, sexy Auror officers on high heels were dancing and drinking together. Through the windows, nearly a dozen girls sunbathed completely naked. Someone had hung a large yellow sign with black imperial lettering that read "TAN LINES ARE FAIL LINES."
And of course, there wasn't a single man in sight. At the end of the hallway, he approached two young - God, every woman looked so young now, so fresh and virginal - two young guards in front of the doors, holding heavy batons.
"Is she in there?" he asked. "Padma?"
They both nodded, their faces flushing at his presence, clearly worked up. Buttons, as they were clearly doing now in his presence, quickly undone by fast-working fingers, soon gave him a field of view full of perfectly arranged Aurors cleavage.
He opened the door, pushing past them - both pushing into him with their soft, heavy, loving tits - and closed the door behind him.
Inside, he saw Padma handcuffed to the table. Padma was a small, pretty brunette. She was wearing sweatpants and an oversized sweater, as if they had brought her late at night after dinner. Still, he had to admit she looked good. A little roughness in her cheeks; a little...
"In her cheeks; a bit of plumpness in her mouth, hips and thighs, which he couldn't remember before."
"You?" she smirked. "Really? Good God, I was wondering what all the damn fuss was about. Is it really you causing all this fucking commotion?"
Although he understood her anger, he couldn't help but feel a bit insulted. Why not him? Was it really that crazy?
He remembered the poster on the wall, Serve & Adore, and the photo of his penis. When had someone ever had a camera in that position? Maybe it was a bit crazy.
"Listen," he said. "I'm not sure how much time we have. Everyone seems to be a bit crazy now for one reason or another. I'm not exactly sure what they're capable of, but they seem obedient enough that I can get us out of here." He sat across from her. "Are you in your right mind?" She spat in his face.
"Great." He wiped himself off. "Let's go."
HALF AN HOUR LATER they were out of town and on the highway, heading to the mountain cabin Harry sometimes rented. It was a summer cabin, and it was the middle of fall, so he hoped it would still be unoccupied for a while. It might be dirty, but he could deal with that.
Padma refused to talk to him after the outburst, staring mainly out the window and remaining silent. Every so often he would hear her cough or sigh, clearly annoyed with the situation.
"Listen," he said. "I know you're upset. And probably scared. And I know you don't like me. But I don't know what's going on any more than you do."
He tried to drive and have a serious conversation, which is never an easy task. The weather was mostly sunny at least, and there weren't many other cars on the road.
"Did you just tell them all that before you took them hostage and fucked with their minds?"
"I'm not going to fuck with your mind," he insisted, "and you're not my hostage. You can leave anytime you want. I just thought I'd take us to a safe place first. You can have the car when we get there. Unless you want someone from the city to pick you up?"
She paled slightly at that. Slowly she shook her head and looked out the window.
"I just don't understand this. I don't understand any of it," she said after a minute. "The girls, the...changes. Or, like, you. Look at yourself. How did you even do that? With handcuffs?"
They snapped like wet paper in his hands - both the chain to remove Padma from the table and the handcuffs themselves when he freed her.
"I don't know," he said. "I guess I'm just...stronger now. There's a lot of things I don't understand." She made a face. "So the whole town is turning into your personal harem...except for the men, who are like, beta simp cucks now, and you're telling me you have nothing to do with it?"
"I clearly have something to do with it," he said. "I just don't understand it. I was hoping maybe you could help."
"Why would I help you?"
"I mean, you just want to see me ruined, right? For some senseless, fucking reason? What's a better way to ruin my day than to take this whole blowjob thing to the extreme?"
"That's not a stupid reason. You sent my sister to a fucking insane asylum and..."
It was Harry's turn to make a face. He almost took his eyes off the road.
"What did I do? We slept together once, and it wasn't even..."
"She was in love with you, you idiot!" Her cheeks turned a charming shade of red. "She's been in love with you for ages, and when she realized that you didn't care..."
"You shouldn't call it an insane asylum, you know. You're supposed to be sensitive."
Padma looked like she was about to snap, which was the point of his comment.
"You're telling me how to call it? Are you serious right now?"
"Hold on."
They passed a hitchhiker and Harry slowed the car down to stretch. She had thick blond hair tied up in a bun and was carrying a huge backpack.
"What?" Padma said. "Are you joking? No."
"She's heading out of town," he said. "That means she might know something too."
"Hitchhikers are dangerous! You can't just pick someone up like that. And you're just trying to shift the subject because you don't want to deal with the fact that you messed up someone's life and - hi! Hey there. Where are you headed?"
The hitchhiker appeared at the window Harry had cracked open. She smiled at Padma instinctively.
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