"Good morning," Jasmine mumbled to Tracey, who was also getting out of bed, making sure not to wake up their Mistress.
"Good morning Jasmine. Today is your last day of being a slave," Tracey said, shocking Jasmine.
Jasmine counted the days in her head and realised that Tracey was correct.
"Ya, I guess it is the last day," Jasmine said, not feeling particularly happy about that.
"You go get a shower. I will fetch Mistress morning coffee," Tracey said as she pulled on her maid outfit.
"Okay," Jasmine mumbled back.
Jasmine made her way into the shower room and slipped under the shower.
She wasn't sure where the last three weeks had gone. And she had fallen into a nice routine where she would spend 4 nights a week in Daphne's bed.
They hadn't done anything more than kissing and some touching.
She wasn't sure how she would deal with not being able to share a bed with Daphne anymore. It gave her a warm fuzzy feeling when Daphne invited her into her bed.
Something she didn't get when she and Parvati shared a bed though she did like the feeling of snuggling next to someone.
Jasmine knew that she couldn't spend much time in the shower. Over the past few weeks, Daphne had started expecting her to follow the same morning rituals as Tracey.
She hadn't laid down any actual rules, which she knew Tracey had. When Jasmine had asked, Daphne would brush it off by mentioning that she wasn't a real slave irking Jasmine.
But Daphne did expect Jasmine to be awake before her and ready to greet her when she woke up. Something that took Jasmine a week to get used to.
Stepping out of the shower, Jasmine got dried and walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Tracey had yet to return, and Jasmine walked over to the cupboard and got the maid uniform out.
Jasmine slowly got dressed in the uniform and then kneeled on the floor, waiting for Tracey to return. Not long after she started kneeling, Tracey returned to the room with a cup of coffee.
Tracey walked over, placed the cup down and walked over, and kneeled next to Jasmine. Neither girl said anything to the other, knowing what they needed to do.
It wasn't very long before Daphne started stirring and sat up in bed.
Jasmine counted to 5 in her head before she greeted Daphne.
"Good morning Mistress," Jasmine and Tracey said, almost in sync.
"Good morning, my slaves," Daphne said, stretching, causing the bed sheet to fall.
Jasmine took that as a chance to take in Daphne's body. Jasmine couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Daphne's body.
Her own body's development wasn't bad. Her curves had grown more noticeable, and her chest had grown another inch, making her slightly bigger than a B-Cup and bigger than Daphne.
She had hoped that by summer, she could reach a C-cup. Jasmine did, however, feel that she was still skinny no matter how many times Daphne had tried to convince her that she wasn't.
Jasmine stood up and picked up Daphne's coffee, and brought it over for Daphne to drink.
"Thank you. Today is your last day as a slave, right? Im going to miss having you wake me up like this," Daphne said as she took the coffee.
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine said, unsure what to say about her last day as Daphne's slave.
"Will I be seeing you in the library?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, Mistress, unless you don't want me to, Mistress?" Jasmine asked.
"Of course, your not free until tomorrow morning," Daphne said, smiling at her.
Then I will see you in the Libary Mistress," Jasmine said, standing up and grabbing her invisibility cloak.
Daphne PoV
"Mistress?" Tracey asked after Jasmine had left the room.
Daphne smiled down at Tracey, knowing what she was asking.
"Of course, im not going to let her get away. She will ask to be my slave permanently either by the end of today or within the next few days," Daphne said confidently.
"Congratulations Mistress," Tracey said happily and enthusiastically.
"Are you happy to have another sister?" Daphne asked as she slipped out of bed.
"Of course, Mistress. Jasmine is a very nice sister slave," Tracey said as she got Daphne's clothes ready.
"I wonder how she will react to learning the Patil twins are my slaves as well," Daphne said, giggling at the idea.
"Im sure she will be shocked, Mistress, but will love having another sister so close to her," Tracey said confidently.
"Come on, let's get breakfast," Daphne said as she took the jacket that Tracey was holding out for her.
Jasmine PoV
Jasmine made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, knowing that the other girls would just be waking up and getting ready for breakfast.
Entering the 2nd year girls' dorm, Jasmine was happy to see most of them were asleep other than Hermione, who was no doubt in the shower.
Jasmine looked over at Parvati's bed to see that she was still sleeping.
Jasmine felt a little bad that she hadn't been able to have an early morning shower with her for a while.
She really liked sharing a shower and being able to talk about anything with her. She thought about trying the same with Hermione.
Jasmine knew, however, that Hermione had strong opinions and wasn't the most open-minded person in the school. Hell, she still remembered when Hermione was more worried about being expelled than killed.
Jasmine quickly pulled off the maid costume, stuffed it into the small wardrobe next to her bed, and pulled out some jeans and a top before grabbing a jacket.
"Hey," Hermione said as she walked back into the dorm room, wearing a towel.
"Hey, you ready for breakfast?" Jasmine asked.
"Let me get dressed. I won't bother asking if Ron is up yet," Hermione said as she used a charm Jasmine had taught her to dry her hair.
"I will ask someone to wake him up," Jasmine said, not wanting to risk walking into the boy's dorm and being scared for life.
"That would be a good idea. I will see you in the common room," Hermione said.
Jasmine walked down into the common room, glad to see that a few more people were awake and walked over to Percy.
"Can you go check if Ron is awake, please," Jasmine asked.
"Ya, and if not, I will wake him up and tell him he is about to miss breakfast. That will no doubt get him out of bed," Percy said, standing up and walking over to the boys' dorms stairs.
Jasmine was surprised at the number of books Percy had before she remembered that he was doing his NEWTs this year. She wasn't sure how many he had decided to do, but she knew he did 12 OWLs.
Jasmine took a seat while she waited for Percy to come back down. It must have taken him a while to wake Ron up and make him get out of bed as Hermione had gotten dressed and come down before Percy returned.
"He will be down in a few minutes," Percy said as he sat down at his table and started reading and making notes again.
"Come on, breakfast," Ron said the moment he had reached the bottom of the stairs.
Jasmine and Hermione rolled their eyes. It wasn't like they were waiting for him or anything.
"Cya Percy," Jasmine and Hermione called to him as they left the common room.
"Im glad the weekend is here. I couldn't bare to do any more lessons this week," Ron moaned as they walked down the massive stairs.
"We have potions on Monday," Jasmine reminded Ron.
"Noo, don't remind me," Ron moaned.
"Ron, it isn't that bad, and we are meant to learn while at school," Hermione said.
Jasmine tuned that out, knowing that an argument was brewing between the two of them.
Jasmine had found herself doing much better in all of her lessons. Some of it was due to the amount of time that she spent in the Libary with Daphne.
But Jasmine knew that the most significant reason was due to being praised by Daphne. She had done really well in a potions class, and that night, Daphne praised her and gave her lots of cuddles.
Jasmine found that she liked the feeling of someone being proud of her. She had never had that before as the Dursleys just ignored her, or the times that she did better than Dudley, they shouted at her and locked her in the cupboard for the night.
So she had stopped trying her best when it came to school work, and that had carried over when she started at Hogwarts.
By the time they had gotten to the great hall, Ron and Hermione had decided to agree to disagree about their views on lessons.
"Isn't the Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor match coming up soon?" Hermione asked Jasmine.
"Yes, next week, and I have a practice session tomorrow," Jasmine said.
Jasmine looked around the hall as she sat down. She saw Daphne and Tracey sitting at the Slytherin table and resisted the urge to give them a wave.
Jasmine saw a few other people she knew, but they avoided her eyes when she looked over. No doubt they were worried about being associated with the Heir of Slytherin.
Jasmine did her best to ignore her annoyance and started putting food on her plate and eating breakfast. Thankfully the last three weeks hadn't had a single attack.
Jasmine was a little surprised when Ginny sat down next to her. She hadn't seen much of her so far. Jasmine saw that she looked better than when she had seen her over the Christmas holiday.
She didn't have any noticeable bags under her eyes, and her hair looked much more alive and fiery.
"Good morning Gunny," Jasmine greeted the younger girl.
"Hi," Ginny said, shifting around and looking very uncomfortable.
Jasmine frowned as she felt something must be wrong.
"I err... I mean...," Ginny said shyly.
"Her Ginny, what you need," Ron asked.
Jasmine must not have noticed something wrong with Ginny. Ginny had a look of panic or fear on her face as she started to stand up and try to back away.
"She just needs to talk about some girl things," Jasmine said quickly as she stood up with Ginny.
Ron seemed confused by what Jasmine had said but shrugged it off. Jasmine looked at Hermione, who nodded at her, having also noticed that something was wrong with Ginny.
"Come on, let's go somewhere private," Jasmine said kindly and encouragingly.
Jasmine left the great hall with Ginny, and they walked to the 2nd floor before finding an empty classroom.
Jasmine pulled out her wand and added a privacy charm on the door and a locking charm. They would stop someone from overhearing them and bursting into the room.
"Come sit down," Jasmine said, guiding Ginny into the chair.
"So, what did you want to talk about," Jasmine asked as she sat next to Ginny.
Ginny looked around, nervous.
"No one can overhear us, and I promise I won't share anything you say," Jasmine said, hoping to encourage Ginny to get everything off her chest.
"I think im the person attacking people," Ginny said suddenly, catching Jasmine off guard.
There was a moment of silence as Jasmine processed what Ginny had just said.
"Im not sure im following," Jasmine said, confused.
Ginny pulled out a black book with a fearful expression on her face and placed it on the table as far away as she could.
"Over the year, I have been losing my memory. I have been feeling very ill and weak, and I have even woken up covered in blood and feathers," Ginny said, her voice trembling on the edge of panic.
"Hey, it's okay, come here," Jasmine said, pulling Ginny in for a hug.
If it was before she had been with Daphne, Jasmine would no doubt have felt too awkward to comfort Ginny.
Ginny broke into tears as she hugged Jasmine.
"Im sure it's the diary. The last thing I remember each time it happens is that im talking to Tom in the diary," Ginny said through her tears.
Jasmine frowned at that. She had used the diary once during the summer and didn't feel anything while she was using it. Maybe it took time before it affected someone.
Jasmine let go of Ginny and reached for the diary. She saw Ginny flinch as she did so.
Jasmine didn't feel anything when she picked the diary up. Raising an eyebrow, she flicked through the pages of the diary, but they were all blank.
Jasmine wasn't sure how to check if the diary had any evil magic as she was about to tell Ginny. Jasmine thought about going to the library and checking some books when she remembered Daphne.
Daphne was far more knowledgeable when it came to magic compared to her. There was a good chance she might be able to help.
Professor McGonagall did pop into her mind for an instant before she wrote it off. Jasmine wasn't sure if she would just write her worries off like she did regarding the Philosopher's Stone.
Jasmine was also Ginny would refuse to go to Professor McGonagall otherwise, she would have done that instead of coming to her.
"I have a friend that may be able to help," Jasmine suggested.
Ginny crying hitched at that, and she looked up at Jasmine, worried.
"Don't worry. She is very trustworthy and discreet," Jasmine promised.
Jasmine slipped the diary into her pocket, helped Ginny up, guided her to the door, and removed the charms. Jasmine could feel that Ginny was scared the entire way on the way to the library.
Entering the Libary, Jasmine led Ginny to the back and walked up the spiral stairs and then to the far left corner study room. It was the section that almost no one went to, as it was for NEWT-level astronomy.
Something that almost no one did unless they were just trying to bulk up their overall NEWTs.
Daphne looked up as Jasmine entered the room with Ginny.
Jasmine saw that Daphne looked a little shocked for a brief second and sent Jasmine a curious look. Jasmine closed the door and helped Ginny sit down.
Jasmine was sure that Ginny didn't even know that she was in a room with Daphne and Tracey.
"What do you know about dark magic?" Jasmine asked, a little worried that she may offend Daphne.
Daphne looked cautiously at Ginny before she raised an eyebrow looking at Jasmine.
Jasmine could see that Daphne wouldn't say anything in front of Ginny, someone that she didn't know or trust.
"Can you check if an item is dangerous?" Jasmine asked as she pulled the diary out from the inside of her jacket.
"You're touching it with your bare hands while thinking it's dangerous?" Daphne asked in a disapproving way.
"Err, sorry," Jasmine replied quietly.
"What can you tell me about it?" Daphne asked.
Jasmine looked at Ginny, hoping that she would talk, but she just curled up on herself.
"It's caused memory loss, and it seems as if Ginny hasn't been in control of her body during that time. Oh, the book can also answer questions," Jasmine reported.
"Any questions or just set topics?" Daphne asked.
Jasmine looked at Ginny as if she didn't know the answer to that.
"It has been able to answer any questions I have had about my school topics. As well as anything else I have asked it," Ginny said quietly.
Daphne looked at the diary but made no move to touch it.
"Hmm, the first one is a bad sign. If the diary has some kind of curse to remove your memories, that is bad enough, but to control your body is in the realm of much darker magic," Daphne said.
"Does it always give the same answers to questions?" Daphne asked Ginny.
"No, the answer sometimes changes if I can't understand it. It also gives its own suggestion at times," Ginny said quietly.
Jasmine saw Daphne frown at that.
"You are saying it thinks for itself," Daphne asked sharply.
Ginny nodded.
"You were raised in a magical family. How could you trust something that thinks for itself," Daphne asked angrily.
"It didn't seem that dangerous," Ginny mumbled quietly as she hugged her legs.
"Is that bad?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes, you seen the mirror in the 2nd bathroom?" Daphne asked.
"Ya, the one that insults you?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes, although it seems like the mirror can think for itself, it can't. It has a set number of pre-made lines," Daphne explained.
"Anything that can think for itself and you don't know how can't be trusted at all," Daphne said.
"So what do we do with this," Jasmine asked.
"Hand it in. Im sure you can give it to Dumbledore?" Daphne suggested.
"I can try," Jasmine said as she went to pick up the diary.
"Jasmine!" Daphne said loudly and angrily.
Jasmine jumped at the tone in Daphne's voice. She had heard Daphne angry in the 6 weeks that she had known her.
"I just told you there is something wrong with it, so don't touch it with your bare hands," Daphne said, pulling out her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Daphne said, lifting the book off the table.
Daphne pulled out a small box that usually contained ink and quills and placed it on the table.
"Parillis Verto," Daphne said, tapping the small box.
Jasmine recognised the spell as one of the basic transfiguration spells. The box changed shape to be slightly bigger than the diary and had a latch on it as well.
Daphne opened the lip, dropped the book inside, and then used another transfiguration spell to change a quill into a large nail. With that, the diary was locked inside the box and wouldn't fall out if dropped.
"Here, go hand that to the headmaster and tell him what you told me," Daphne said, dismissing Jasmine.
Jasmine got the feeling that Daphne was a little annoyed that she wouldn't be able to spend the day in the library with her.
"Come on, Ginny," Jasmine said gently.
"I... I don't think I can," Ginny stuttered out.
"She needs the hospital. Who knows what the diary has done to her. Tracey take her to the hospital wing," Daphne ordered.
Jasmine could see Daphne's point. The diary had already been shown to have been removing her memories and controlling her body. Who knew what other things it had done to her. The memory of how Ginny looked at Christmas popped into her head.
"Okay, Ginny go with Tracey, and I will give the book to the headmaster," Jasmine said, helping Ginny up and guiding her to Tracey.
Jasmine watched as they both left the room before she turned to her Mistress.
"I will be back as soon as possible, Mistress," Jasmine promised.
Daphne just waved her away as she was reading a book, and Jasmine took the hint and left the room. Jasmine quickly made her way down to the Great Hall, hoping that the headmaster was still going to be there.
Thankfully the stairs in Hogwarts were very wide, so she didn't have to try very hard to avoid the people that were walking back from breakfast.
Unfortunately, by the time she had gotten to the Great Hall, the headmaster had already left, and even Professor McGonagall wasn't in the hall either.
There were a few other teachers there, and thankfully one of them was Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw.
Jasmine thought it was worth asking him, so she walked over to the staff table, ignoring the few people still in the great hall.
"Miss Potter, how can I help you?" Professor Flitwick asked once he noticed her.
"I need to talk to the headmaster urgently and discreetly, if possible?" Jasmine asked, feeling awkward.
Professor Flitwick looked at her for a second before standing up.
"Come on then, let's be on our way," Professor Flitwick said.
As they walked past the few students left, Professor Flitwick asked her a question.
"I can show you where some of the books in the library are for charms that you can use for duels if that will help?"
Jasmine nodded back. "Yes, that would be very helpful."
Jasmine was clear that he had picked that moment when other students could overhear so that there wouldn't be any rumours about why she was talking to a teacher.
Jasmine followed Professor Flitwick up the stairs to the second floor and to a corridor with a large Gargoyle at the end of it.
"Right here we are. I hope the headmaster can help you with your problem." Professor Flitwick said, giving Jasmine a kind smile.
"Liquorice Sticks," Professor Flitwick said to the Gargoyle.
The Gargoyle jumped to life with its wings spreading, and it started turning, creating a staircase as it did so. Jasmine stepped onto one of the new steps and raised with the Gargoyle.
Jasmine was a little surprised that the headmaster's office was so well hidden and needed a password.
Once the Gargoyle stopped spinning, Jasmine walked up the last few steps to the top. Jasmine saw a dark oak door ahead with a gleaming brass knocker in the shape of a gryphon.
As Jasmine went to knock, the door opened of its own accord. Jasmine stepped in and closed the door. Jasmine looked around, amazed at the room.
The first thing that Jasmine noticed was the many portraits lining the wall of the office.
"Good morning, Jasmine. How can I help you?" Dumbledore asked, getting her attention and making Jasmine embarrassed that she hadn't noticed him.
"Err, I have come into possession of something I think is related to the attacks in the school," Jasmine said, feeling uncomfortable.
"Oh, and what is that?" Dumbledore asked, seeming much more alert.
"Err, it's this diary of a former student called Tom Riddle im pretty sure it's cursed or something," Jasmine said as she showed Dumbeldore the box in her hand.
Jasmine didn't notice the twinkle of Dumbledore's eye vanish and the cold fury on his face at Tom Riddle's name. By the time she looked back up at the old headmaster, he had already masked his true feelings.
"May I?" Dumbledore asked, holding his hand out.
"Ya err, the person who had this before said they had lost their memory and woke up in different places to where they last were," Jasmine said as she handed the box over to Dumbledore.
With a wave of his wand, the nail locking the box had returned back to a quill, and the box opened. Dumbledore flicked his wand and levitated the book out of the box and onto his desk.
Dumbledore ran his hand over the book but never actually touched it before he tapped it a few times with his wand and did some complex wand movements over top of it.
"You are right. This is dark evil magic indeed. Who had this book before you?" Dumbledore asked.
"They aren't going to be in trouble, are they?" Jasmine asked first.
"None at all. No one but me, and you will know they had this book. I just want to ensure they are okay," Dumbledore said reassuringly.
"Ginny Weasley had it last. She is in the hospital wing now," Jasmine said.
"Well, I shall go pay a visit to her, Madam Pomfrey is a great healer, but she isn't a mind healer," Dumbledore said, standing up.
"Err, should I wait for you or something?" Jasmine asked, a little unsure what she was meant to do.
"No need. This is a problem for the staff of Hogwarts. However, points are in need. I think 100 points is a fair amount for helping a fellow student during their time of need," Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly manner.
"Err, thank you, headmaster," Jasmine said, feeling awkward.
"Right, we should be off. Oh, please don't tell anyone about the diary for the time being," Dumbledore said.
Jasmine followed the headmaster out of the office. "Of course, headmaster," Jasmine replied, and she would have kept it a secret just to protect Ginny.
In truth, Jasmine was just glad that she was being left out of it this year. She had expected that she would have been questioned by the entire staff of Hogwarts, so she was surprised that she was let go after a few questions.
Then again, Ginny was the one who had the diary and was behind the attacks, so she would have all the answers.
Jasmine turned around and decided to go back to Daphne. She knew that Dumbledore wouldn't allow Ginny to be blamed for something that she had no control over.
Dumbledore PoV
Dumbledore made his way to the hospital wing and stepped inside to see Madam Pomfrey fussing over Ginny.
"Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey greeted him as he entered.
"How is Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, looking over at the girl.
"Im not sure what is wrong. I have tried all the scanning spells I know but can't find what is actually wrong with the poor girl," Madam Pomfrey said, sounding a little worried.
Dumbledore nodded while he wasn't 100% sure what the diary was just yet, but he had a rough idea. Once he checked Ginny, he would know for sure.
If it was indeed a Horcrux, then it would make sense that Madam Pomfrey couldn't find out what was causing Miss Weasley's problems. Soul magic was a very vague and esoteric branch of magic.
Dumbledore was sure other than the darkest of dark wizards or unspeakable other magicals wouldn't know anything about soul-based magic.
"I have some ideas on the cause if I may do some checks on Miss Weasley," Dumbledore asked.
"By all means. I was about to call St Mungo's for help," Madam Pomfrey said with a sigh.
Dumbledore walked over to Miss Wesley's bed. "Hello, Miss Wasley," Dumbledore greeted.
"Hello, headmaster," Ginny said quietly and was unable to look the headmaster in the eyes.
"Hello, Miss Wesley. I just want to do some checks to make sure you are okay," Dumbledore said, waiting for Miss Wesley to agree.
Ginny nodded, and Dumbledore waved the elder wand over her while casting spells to check on her soul. Dumbledore frowned at the results that his spells were giving him.
Ginny's soul had indeed been drained through some kind of vile magic. Fortunately, it wasn't permanent, and it would recover, but he couldn't say what the long-lasting damage would be to her soul.
"Well, it seems with lots of rest, you will be fine," Dumbledore said as he stopped casting spells on Ginny.
"Miss Weasley, do you feel up to answering some questions?" Dumbledore asked.
Dumbledore saw that Ginny curled up on herself and started to shiver and shake her head.
"Okay can you focus on the memories, and I will exact them so you don't have to talk about them," Dumbledore said as he conjured a vial.
Ginny nodded, looking relieved that she wouldn't have to talk about her experiences.
"Right, focus on them for me," Dumbledore said as he placed his wand next to her head.
Ginny nodded, and Dumbledore waited, then slowly drew the memories out of the girl's head. Dumbledore placed them into the vial.
"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey will take good care of you for the next few days," Dumbledore said before he turned around to Madam Pomfrey.
Madam Pomfrey nodded to the headmaster, having heard what he had said. Madam Pomfrey followed him to the door as he left.
"Headmaster, what is wrong with her?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a whisper.
"Dark magic has affected her mind. She just needs some rest, and she will be feeling much better in a few days," Dumbledore said.
"Okay, I will keep a close eye on her, Headmaster," Madam Pomfrey said, sounding relieved.
Dumbledore left the hospital wing, returned to his office, and pulled open the Pensive. Using his wand, he removed all the memories in the Pensive and tipped in Ginny's memories.
Dipping his head into the pensive, Dumbledore dropped into her memories. Ginny's memories were blurry and poorly ordered, and some parts were just blank.
But after going through them a few times, Dumbledore noticed something that was always constant. Ginny would either always wake up in the same bathroom or near it.
Dumbledore recognised the bathroom when Tom was in school. It was the place where poor Myrtle was killed. It seemed that he would have to have a chat with Myrtle and see if she could shed any light.
Jasmine PoV
Jasmine had a large smile on her face as she once again snuck into the Slytherin common room again. She could only imagine how angry Snape would be if he knew that she had been sneaking in for the last month.
Jasmine confidently made her way through the common room and down the girl's corridor and knocked on Daphne's door. The door swung open, with Tracey stepped aside for her to enter the room.
Jasmine smiled at Tracey as she pulled the cloak off and hung it up.
"How is Ginny?" Daphne asked as Jasmine walked over to the couch.
"In the hospital wing. She just needs rest, apparently," Jasmine said as she sat down.
"Im glad," Daphne said as she patted her lap.
Jasmine smiled and laid down, resting her head on Daphne's lap. Jasmine closed her eyes as Daphne continued to read her book.
Jasmine wasn't sure how long they stayed like this, but she was very happy with the situation. Every now and again, Daphne would pat her head or stroke her hair.
Daphne closed her book with a soft snap. "Come on, let's go to bed," Daphne said as she nudged Jasmine off her lap.
Jasmine smiled and stood up, started stripping down and grabbing her pyjamas. Stickley speaking, they were actually Daphne's pyjamas, but they were far nicer than any of the pyjamas that she owned.
So Jasmine never brought any of her own.
They were made from Acromantula silk, meaning they were very light and breathable, and they were also charmed to keep the wearer cool. Something that was very nice, as it turned out three people sharing the same bed, made it quite stuffy.
The three of them walked over to the bed, and Daphne crawled into the bed first, and then Jasmine and Tracey crawled on either side of her.
"Good night Mistress," Jasmine whispered.
"Good night, little one," Daphne said, kissing the back of Jasmine's neck.