Darcia found an empty compartment and settled into her seat as Harry heaved her trunk onto the rack. All of Harry's things were in her trunk as well, and Darcia kept his holly and phoenix feather wand in her pocket along with her own.
Harry sat down next to her and Darcia placed his hand on her thigh. Harry squeezed it as the steam engine began to pull off from the station.
Once the train got going, they were alone for maybe five minutes before the compartment door slid open.
Daphne, Pansy and Tracey Davis walked into the compartment. Davis wasn't really her friend, she was more Daphne's friend. The brunette and her were civil enough, but father had always warned her against befriending the half-blood.
"We found you!" Daphne's eyes lit up as she saw Harry, and to Darcia's chagrin, Harry's eyes did the same.
The blonde girl rushed to wrap her arms around the boy's neck as she engulfed him in a tight hug. Harry's arms twitched, wanting to hug her back, before he looked over at Darcia for permission.
Darcia shook her head, and so Harry's arms stayed at his sides.
"Hey Darcia,"
"Pansy"
"Malfoy," Davis greeted neutrally.
"Davis." Darcia nodded in acknowledgement.
Daphne ended the hug, a bit put out that Harry hadn't returned it fully, knowing that it meant Darcia had ordered him not to.
Daphne sat on Harry's other side, pressed close to the boy, while the other two girls sat across from them.
"You girls excited? We're finally off to Hogwarts!" Tracey asked, looking at Darcia.
The girl was trying, and Darcia held less regard for her father with each passing day, so she would attempt to be friendly.
"I can't wait. I hope I can convince them to let me join the quidditch team."
"First years can't play, Darcy." Pansy reminded her.
"They usually can't. But once they see me on a broom, they'll waive that stupid rule." Darcia said with confidence.
Daphne and Pansy shared a look. Darcia was decent on a broom, but she wasn't anything extraordinary, certainly not good enough to make the team as a first year.
"Darcia." Daphne looked at the other blonde with a glint that Darcia knew very well. "Can I suck Harry's cock?"
Tracey gasped while Pansy snorted. Daphne had told Tracey about the games they played in Malfoy Manor, but the girl had almost refused to believe they were true, until now.
Darcia gave her friend a predatory smile. "Sure thing-" Daphne and Harry both smiled widely. "But, you gotta eat me out first."
"What?"
Darcia tilted her head. "Did I stutter? You have to eat my cunt first if you want to suck my slave's cock."
Now even Pansy looked shocked. The girls had never done anything with each other all the times they'd played with Harry. Darcia herself had never found women attractive, but the idea of lording her power over Daphne…
"Can Tracey do it?" Daphne asked.
"Daph!" Tracey yelled in indignation.
"Cmon Trace, I promise you'll get to be with Harry too."
Darcia raised an eyebrow at Daphne thinking she had any power to dispense Harry's cock, but she instead glanced at the brunette.
Tracey was a cute girl, with her round face and brown eyes, why not?
"I'll allow it… this time." Darcia answered.
Daphne looked triumphant, and the blonde did not let a moment pass. She jumped off her seat, kneeling down in front of Harry and fumbling with his belt.
"Does anyone know the locking charm?" Pansy asked as Tracey nervously walked over to Darcia.
"Just jam the door with something." Darcia said as she sized Tracey up.
The brunette's eyes widened immensely once Daphne fished out Harry's large cock. She got one good look at the marvelous tool before Daphne took half of his shaft down her throat.
"Davis." Darcia snapped the girl's attention back to her. "You have a job to do."
Darcia had hiked up her skirt, revealing her bald little pussy lips. The blonde became curious when she saw Tracey's mouth water.
"You've done this before, and you enjoy it." She stated.
Tracey reddened, shooting a glance over at Daphne, who was bobbing her head on Harry's cock, completely oblivious of anything outside of the dick in her mouth, the shaft she was stroking and the emerald green eyes she was staring at intensely.
"I'm into girls, though Daphne says I'll like Harry too."
Daphne was bobbing her head faster on Harry's cock now, obscene noises coming out of her mouth as she gave the boy a sloppy blowjob, the slobber that was trickling down allowing her hand to glide on Harry's meat.
"So you're Daphne's pet." Darcia said as she spread her legs wide.
Tracey did not answer, but the blush on her face told Darcia all she needed to know. Tracey inched forward and Darcia thrilled in anticipation. She'd never really liked girls, but maybe Davis would make her reconsider.
She felt Tracey's lips on her own and then she felt a tongue punch into her cunt, swirling around the inside of her pussy with practiced ease.
"Oh Melin!" Darcia gasped out as Tracey ate her out. Harry was amazing at eating cunt, but there was something titillating about a girl doing it, and with an audience as well.
Encouraged, Tracey placed both hands on Darcia's inner thigh, licking all around her delicate flower. Next to them, Harry grunted his release, flooding Daphne's mouth with his seed. The blonde's cheeks puffed up as she didn't swallow. Instead, she carefully pulled Harry's cock from her mouth and leaned over to Tracey, who was busy worshiping Darcia's cunt.
Daphne forcefully grabbed Tracey's head and turned it towards her, claiming the other girl's mouth in a deep kiss, sharing Harry's cum.
Darcia glared down at them, very irritated with Daphne, who had halted her own pleasure.
She felt a hand on her thigh and looked over to see Harry looking at her with worry. "Mistress, do you need me to sate you?"
Darcia shook her head. "No, Harry, don't worry about it."
She turned back to see the two girls were now fully snogging, sharing all of the rich seed Daphne had extracted. When their kiss broke, Tracey looked amazed. "Daph…you were right, it tastes incredible."
"Just wait til it's in you." Daphne said.
"Daphne." Darcia glared down at the girl.
Daphne's head snapped up towards Darcia and she gulped, not liking the look on her friend's face. "Yes, Darcia?"
"Who owns Harry?"
"You do." She breathed out.
"You do not promise my slave to anyone. Things are going to change. Harry will no longer cum inside of anyone I don't see fit."
Daphne gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You wouldn't-"
"Oh but I will. If you want Harry to fill you with his seed, you'll need to give me something of equal value. And seeing how much you value it, you better start scouring those Greengrass vaults."
Daphne looked equal parts agitated and defeated as Darcia spoke. Glancing at Harry, she saw that the boy looked saddened by her words.
"Can…can I still fuck him?" Daphne asked with resignation.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"If you want to fuck him throughout the year, you're going to allow me and the other girls free access to Davis. If you want to fuck him now, you're going to finish eating my cunt, after having so rudely interrupted your friend."
"Yes!" Daphne exclaimed instantly.
"Yes to what?"
"To both!"
If Tracey was unhappy about her dominant pimping her out to the other Slytherin girls, she didn't show it.
"Davis, why don't you go take care of Pansy, she's trying to keep quiet, but I know she's all hot and bothered." Darcia said.
Pansy gasped, as she had been sneakily masturbating under her clothing throughout this entire ordeal. Davis didn't need much telling, and soon she was pulling a struggling Pansy's panties down. The dark haired girl stopped struggling rather quickly when the brunette began to eat her little cunt.
Meanwhile, Darcia watched with satisfaction as Daphne began to tentatively lick at her pussy. "You better make me cum, Daphne, or else no Harry for you."
That was more than enough to motivate the girl, who while clearly not as good as Tracey, was still sending waves of pleasure up Darcia's body.
Glancing over at Harry, who was looking at this scene with much interest and a newly risen erection, Darcia got an idea.
"Slave, put your cock in my mouth." She ordered.
"Yes, mistress." Harry assented, standing up in front of her and smacking her face with his huge cock.
Darcia opened her mouth, accepting her slave's meat inside as she began to suck on it, mimicking Daphne's efforts earlier and bobbing her head, taking in as much of the thick rod as she could.
The carriage was a chorus of slurps as the sounds of fellatio filled the cabin. Pansy had propped her own trunk against the door to stop anyone from entering, and unbeknownst to them, the knob did rattle once as someone tried and failed to get in.
Harry was bucking his hips, shoving more and more of his cock down his gurgling mistress' throat. Daphne had placed a hand on his leg, caressing it lovingly as she french kissed Darcia's pussy.
It was Pansy who came first, both hands pushing Tracey deep into her cunt as she rode the girl's face through an orgasm.
Next, it was Darcia's turn. The girl felt herself shivering, her cunt spasming all over just as Harry gave a particularly strong push, his balls slapping against her chin as she took most of his cock down her throat.
Daphne cheered in victory as she made Darcia cum. Darcia could feel Harry's ball's churning, could feel his impending release, and she instantly pulled back, letting his hard cock leave her mouth with a pop.
"Cum in my cunt, slave!" She ordered.
"Yes, mistress!" Harry said hurriedly, unable to prevent his cock's imminent eruption.
Harry knelt down quickly as Daphne hastily moved back. Harry managed to bury his cock deep into Darcia's cunt, just in time to unload a cannon blast of cum into her pussy.
Darcia felt her orgasm rocket to the next level as Harry came inside of her. The rightness of having Harry fill her completely was like nothing else in the world.
Harry pulled back from her and Daphne wasted no time, shoving him onto the bench and climbing onto his still hard cock. Harry hissed as his cock was much too sensitive from his orgasm, but he cared for Miss Daphne dearly, and so he let her bounce on him, willing the pleasure to overwhelm the discomfort.
"Remember, no cumming inside of her, slave." Darcia reminded.
Daphne did not let Malfoy's words bring her down, she rode Harry right through a wonderful orgasm, trying to get as much of him as she possibly could. Having recently cum, Harry was able to last quite a while, so Daphne was almost catatonic with her fourth orgasm by the time he felt his own release incoming.
"Miss Daphne… I'm sorry." Harry said sadly.
Daphne kissed him. "It's alright Harry, I'll figure out a way." She hopped off his cock, falling on her ass on the floor and collapsing into a heap.
Darcia was there, ready to cover Harry's cock with her mouth and greedily guzzle down his entire load.
…
After such exhausting activities, the rest of the train ride was spent cleaning themselves up and then napping. Soon enough, the steam engine arrived at Hogsmeade station, and the first years hopped off the train.
They were waiting in front of a large set of double doors now, waiting to be sorted. The first years were murmuring amongst each other, speculating about what the sorting would entail. Many of them were also shooting furtive glances at Darcia and Harry, which the girl tried to ignore.
Darcia had seen the pain on the face of the Deputy Headmistress when her eyes fell on her slave. She saw how many of the purebloods looked either angry or triumphant as Harry's collar and chain glistened in the candlelight. The muggleborns just stared dumbly, having no idea why there was a boy with a collar and chain on his neck.
Many of them clearly had questions, but none dared to ask.
The double doors creaked open and the students marveled with wonder at the Great Hall.
"It's charmed to look like the night sky, you know? I read it in Hogwarts: A History ." One girl said in a know-it-all tone.
Darcia rolled her eyes but kept her focus forward. The entire school was watching them now, and she needed to keep her proper poise. Even Daphne had stood ramrod straight, a haughty expression on her face that did not fit the girl at all.
Professor McGonagall placed a ratty old hat on a stool and they all watched in amazement as the crown tore open to form a mouth, a mouth that began to sing.
"Abbot, Hannah!"
Darcia felt a nervous energy as the sorting began. The short girl with the pigtails was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff, and Susan Bones was called up next.
Bones' sorting took quite a while. It felt as if two full minutes passed before the hat finally shouted.
"Slytherin!"
The girl hopped off the bench with a very determined look on her face as she headed towards the silver and green table.
Next, a very large girl named Millicent Bullstrode was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then things began to blur together for Darcia.
Tracey and Daphne were quickly sorted into Slytherin. Hermione Granger, the muggleborn that liked to spew factoids, went to Gryffindor. On and on it went until finally it was her turn.
"Malfoy, Darcia!"
Darcia put on her best superior smirk as she strutted over to the stool, Harry following along behind her as she casually held his chain.
Every single eye in the Great Hall was burning into the two of them. McGonagall looked visibly uncomfortable as Darcia's slave trailed behind her.
Darcia sat on the stool. The hat had barely touched her head before it shouted out.
"Slytherin!"
Darcia's smug smile widened as she went over to her house table, Harry following along behind her. Many of the other houses were shooting the boy pitying looks.
If only they knew! Harry loved being her slave!
"That was quick." Tracey quipped as Darcia settled in next to Daphne, making Harry sit on her other side, much to Daphne's chagrin.
"It was never in doubt." Darcia sniffed.
A few seats over, Susan Bones seemed to be shooting her a rather hateful glare. What was that all about?
The sorting progressed. A set of twins were split off into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Pansy joined them in Slytherin, a gangly Weasley went to Gryffindor, and finally Blaise Zabini capped the sorting by going to Slytherin.
Dumbledore spoke some nonsense and then the feast began.
"He's quite mad, isn't he?" Tracey commented as they all piled food on their plates.
Darcia glanced at Harry, seeing the serious look on his face. Harry had no love for the Headmaster after finding out that he'd been the one to place him with the Dursleys. The general public had lost a bit of respect for Dumbledore when that bit of news broke, but for Harry it was personal.
"He's an old fool." Darcia said as she reached her hand out below the table to give Harry's hand a squeeze.
Harry smiled softly at her, and the two of them dug into their meal with their hands clasped together.
The feast continued on. Daphne talked to her, though it was clear it was mostly an excuse to make eyes at Harry. Darcia kept catching Bones glaring at her, to her growing irritation.
"Ahh!" Harry suddenly hissed in pain, a hand going to his forehead.
"What happened?" Darcia asked.
"Are you ok, Harry?" Daphne asked, deep concern in her eyes as she leaned over Darcia, a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine." The boy said as he massaged his temple. "My scar suddenly hurt."
"Has that happened before?" Theodore Nott asked from across the table.
"No." Harry said. "It happened right when that professor looked at me." Harry nodded towards the staff table.
The first years all shot surreptitious glances to where Harry had nodded, where a greasy haired man with a hook nose was glaring at his plate. Next to him, a wizard with a turban was speaking to him.
"That's Snape, he's our head of house." Nott said.
"He doesn't seem to like you, Potter." Zabini said. Harry looked up to see the professor shooting him a nasty glare.
"My scar didn't hurt this time." Harry said as he looked away from the man.
"We'll figure it out later." Darcia said. She would write her mother. There must be something in the Malfoy library that could give them a clue.
Soon the feast ended and the first years were led to their common rooms. Once inside, the prefects gave them a short speech before showing them to their dorms.
"Don't even think about trying to go into the girls' dorms, unless you want a nasty surprise." Gemma Farley sent Zabini, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle a glare.
"What about Potter? Why is he going with them?" Zabini asked as Harry followed behind Darcia to the girl's dorms.
Farley scoffed. "Potter is property, he doesn't count." With that, she led Harry and the girls up their own set of stairs while her male counterpart led the boys down a narrow hallway.
The dorm was spacious, with five four poster beds arrayed around the room, each with its own window looking out into the Black Lake. Just like in the common room, the green light that filtered in from the lake gave the room an otherworldly feel.
"Your trunks are at the foot of your beds. Breakfast is at seven sharp, and you better be in the common room by six-thirty if you want me to lead you back to the Great Hall. Otherwise, good luck finding your own way." With that, Gemma turned around and swiftly left the room.
There was a tense silence now, all because of one girl. While everyone else was more than comfortable with each other, Susan Bones stuck out like a sore thumb. The short, thick girl with long red hair was sitting at the foot of her bed, not trying to hide the glare she was sending Darcia's way.
Darcia had wanted to reprimand Daphne for sitting on her bed and wrapping her arms around Harry's waist, but Bones seemed to be the bigger issue right now.
"What's your problem, Bones?" Darcia drawled out.
The other three girls tensed up even more. Pansy and Tracey, who'd been sitting on the same bed, wrapped their arms around each other. Daphne squeezed Harry even tighter, with the boy placing a calming hand over her own.
Bones' sneer did not waver. "You know what my problem is, Malfoy." She spat.
Darcia raises an eyebrow. "Were you dropped on your head as a child? If I knew, I wouldn't have asked."
Susan grumbled. "What you did to Harry is disgusting! I don't know if this is part of some revenge plot for You-Know-Who, but I won't let you get away with it!"
Darcia burst out in laughter, followed closely by the rest of the girls. Harry just sat there quietly, confused about the whole thing but happy his mistress and Miss Daphne were in a good mood.
Susan's face looked like a tomato as she glared at the girls laughing at her. "You think it's funny, do you? You're all despicable!"
"You really think Darcia would ever hurt Harry? That's ridiculous." Daphne said between laughs. Darcia's heart leapt at Daphne's defense of her. It helped to remember that despite their cold war over Harry, Daphne was actually her friend.
"Her father is a Death Eater, isn't he?" Susan accused.
That sobered the girls up quick, and Darcia's face turned serious.
"I am not my father, Bones. And Harry is treated very well by my family. Tell her, Harry!"
Harry nodded. "The Malfoys have been good to me. Much better than my relatives."
"He's your slave! He'll say whatever you want him to say." Susan growled, shooting Harry a pitying look.
"Why did you even come to Slytherin, Bones? Are you going to just yell at us everyday?" Pansy bit out.
Susan shifted her hateful gaze to the short-haired girl. "I asked the hat to put me here, because I want to make sure Harry is safe!"
Darcia did a double take at those words. The other girls seemed equally taken aback, but then an evil smile formed on Darcia's face.
"Oh, I see." She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, sliding it slowly down his front.
"What are you doing?" Susan spluttered as she saw Darcia's hand trail south.
"What? Isn't this why you got yourself sorted into Slytherin? To get a good eyeful of Harry?"
Harry gasped as Darcia's hand grasped his manhood from under his pants. The other girls were mesmerized as well. Daphne had a hungry look in her eye as Darcia fished Harry's cock out of his pants.
Susan gasped. "You can't do that! I-I'm gonna tell!" The redhead's eyes were wide as saucers as she stared directly at Harry's towering member.
Darcia smirked as she pulled Harry's pants down. Daphne lifted his shirt from behind and began planting kisses on his back. Once again, Darcia let Daphne's overstepping slide for now, her focus currently on humiliating Bones.
"Go ahead and tell, Bones. Go to Farley's dorm and force her out of bed, see where that gets you." She was slowly stroking Harry's member, her eyes fixed on the flushing redhead.
"Y-You're abusing him." Susan stuttered out.
"Abuse? Please, can't you see the pleasure written on his face? Tell her how I'm making you feel, Harry."
"Amazing…you're making me feel amazing, mistress." Harry gasped out as Darcia stroked him. Daphne had his left ear in her mouth, licking and sucking at his lobe.
Darcia looked over towards Pansy and Tracey, who were looking hot and bothered but were hesitant to do anything with Susan in the room.
"Pansy, Tracey, would you like a ride on Harry's cock?" She asked them.
Tracey audibly shuddered at her words. Pansy licked her lips, as much as she tried to act aloof about Potter, she was just as addicted to his wonderful cock as the others.
"You're insane! You're really going to do this in front of me?" Susan shrieked, her breathing turning labored as the scene in front of her went off the rails.
"I wouldn't want to hide anything from you, Bones. Wouldn't want you to think my dear slave is being abused." Darcia answered.
Pansy and Tracey had walked over to Darcia's bed. Being the selfish girl she always was, Pansy removed her bottom and hopped on Harry's cock without giving Tracey a chance. The slim brunette was speared on the large rod, and Darcia instructed Harry to bounce her on his lap.
"Do you see those heavy balls, Bones? Do you see how they slap into poor little Pansy with every thrust? I love abusing those ball, Bones. I bet you wish you could, too."
Pansy was never a quiet fuck. The girl was shrieking her lungs out, her tiny pussy not able to fully accommodate Harry's size as it pistoned into her. Daphne was hugged up against Harry, placing tender kisses on his neck while Darcia stroked his side.
Susan was quiet, but Darcia noticed the way the girl's thighs were rubbing together, the way she was squirming on the edge of her bed as she couldn't take her eyes off where Harry's cock was pistoning into Pansy's gushing pussy.
"Oh! Oh Merlin!"
A gusher of girlcum spilled out of Pansy as she reached her peak. Harry kept on pounding, and while Darcia would have had no problem with her slave driving her friend to unconsciousness, Tracey did deserve a reward for her ministrations back on the train.
"Your turn, Tracey." She told the brunette.
Tracey looked slightly hesitant as Pansy was pushed off of Harry. But after an encouraging look from Daphne, she took a deep breath and took her clothes off.
"Why don't you kneel on the bed, facing Bones of course." Darcia offered.
Tracey nodded as she got on all fours. Harry positioned himself behind her, grabbing onto her hips as he pushed into Tracey's virgin cunt.
Tracey's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Harry's cock penetrated her, her jaw slackening and her mouth falling open as the pleasure of being completely filled flooded through her.
And Susan had a front row seat, able to see every subtle change in the girl's expression.
Darcia smirked, if Davis had been leaning lesbian before, Harry's cock had now turned her solidly bisexual.
"Gods!" Tracey gasped as Harry bottomed out in her.
"I told you, Trace. I told you it was something else." Daphne said to her best friend as she rested her head sideways against Harry's back.
Harry began to pump into Tracey. The girl never had a chance. With every powerful thrust, her entire body trembled. Soon, her hands couldn't support her and she fell forward onto the bed, her head buried into the mattress as Harry battered her from behind.
Susan saw as the brunettes squeaks were muffled by the bed. She saw as the girl clawed at the bedsheets for all she was worth.
Her heart was racing, she'd been so brave, asking to be sorted into Slytherin, fighting the hat at every turn until she got what she wanted.
Now, her entire resolve had crumbled. There was only one thing that she wanted.
"Malfoy!" She yelled.
Darcia, who'd been looking down at the sexy scene of Tracey being reamed so thoroughly, turned back to Susan, looking as if she'd forgotten that the girl was even there.
"Yes?"
"I-I… I want in!" Susan yelled, her eyes darting between the blonde girl and the brunette getting pounded into oblivion by the handsome raven haired boy.
"After all the insults you've flung my way?" Darcia scoffed. "You'd have to give me something good, Bones. Something valuable."
"I-I'll do your homework!"
Darcia snorted, though the sound couldn't be heard over Tracey's ever louder shrieks of pleasure, even with them muffled through the mattress. "That's it? I already have my slave for that." She glanced over at Tracey once more, who was moments away from her peak. "You have until Davis comes to offer me something. Otherwise, you'll never get to touch my slave."
Susan blanched. Darcia's words somehow had the effect of bringing Tracey even closer to release, there would only be a few more seconds before the girl was overwhelmed.
Susan panicked, racking her brain for something, anything that she could offer. When she finally did find something, she didn't stop to consider the consequences, she just knew she couldn't lose this opportunity.
"I'll be your vassal!"
Daphne and Darcia's heads both snapped over to her in shock, just as Tracey pulled at the sheets and yelled out in pleasure, her orgasm crashing through her body as the brunette arched her back even harder, pressing her burning center as close to the base of Harry's shaft as it could go.
The two blondes stared at the redhead while Tracey collapsed, Harry's cock slipping out of her worn cunt. Susan got a good lock at that monster, slick with girlcum and tempting her with the way it was bobbing up and down, clearly in need of release.
"Are you serious, Bones?" Daphne asked.
Susan steeled her resolve. What she was about to do was crazy, and her auntie would be really mad, but she had to do it. "I-I'll be your vassall. Once I'm seventeen, House Bones will be a vassall to House Malfoy." She managed to speak with more surety than she felt.
Vassalage was a big deal. It meant that her proud and noble house would be subservient to the Malfoys. It was something that would leave her ancestors rolling in their graves, but Susan didn't care about any of that, all she wanted was that glorious cock inside of her.
"Make the oath." Darcia said.
Sudan hesitated for only a second. "I, Susan Amelia Bones, of sound mind and magic, pledge my house as a vassall of House Malfoy upon my ladyship."
Daphne and a newly recovered Pansy gasped. Darcia looked equal parts surprised and excited. "I, Darcia Cassiopeia Malfoy, accept this pledge as heiress to the Malfoy ladyship."
A golden glow came over both girls, a thread of magic connecting the two of them. The light intensified until it became a blinding flash, and then it disappeared.
Somewhere in the Ministry's hall of records, this pledge would be recorded.
Susan gulped, knowing that what she'd just done would not sit well with her auntie at all. But, well, she still had seven years to figure something out. Darcia didn't seem to be as bad as her father, maybe there was a way for her to become Lady Malfoy before Susan turned seventeen. Handing the resources of House Bones over to Lucius Malfoy felt like a betrayal to her ancestors, handing them over to a girl she could get to know and befriend didn't sound nearly as bad.
"Well, well, well." Darcia drawled, looking at Susan with her usual smirk. "I think you've earned yourself a reward, Bones." Darcia showed her exactly what the reward was by waving Harry's dick at her.
Susan forgot all about ladyships and noble houses as she sprinted over to Darcia's bed.
"Take your clothes off." Darcia instructed her future vassall. Susan blushes, but did as she was told, taking off her robes and underclothes.
The other girls whistled at what they saw. Susan Bones was stacked. The girl was slightly pudgy, but her tits were gigantic, at least for their age, and the short girl had a nice figure overall.
Harry certainly liked what he saw, as his cock twitched in Darcia's grip.
"Slave." Darcia addressed Harry.
"Yes, mistress?"
"You can make love to her, and finish inside of her as well."
Harry grinned. "Thank you, mistress."
Harry spread his arms out and Susan shily walked into his embrace. Harry gave the girl a tender kiss in the mouth while his hands ran all over her body, her tits getting extra attention as Harry squeezed and kneaded them.
Darcia could feel Daphne's stare on her. She turned to the other blonde with a challenging look. "Anything on your mind, Daphne?"
The blonde shook her head. "Not at all." The wheels were clearly turning in her head. "I'm going to go write a letter home."
Daphne got off the bed and made her way to one of the desks in the corner of the room. Darcia wondered what the girl could be plotting, but decided not to think too hard about it for now. Daphne knew that she couldn't make the same offer as Susan, since with her younger sister around, it wasn't guaranteed Daphne would end up with the family name. Besides, there wasn't much to gain from a Greengrass vassalage when Daphne's father already followed Lucius' lead in politics.
A low whimper brought Darcia's attention back to more important manners. Tracey and Pansy were snogging deeply at the head of her bed, and Darcia was thankful that they were all small enough to fit in one bed for now, as clearly no one would be sleeping alone in their dorm.
Harry was on top of Susan, stroking lovingly into the redhead, who was staring up at him with worship in her eyes.
Might have a second Daphne in my hands . Darcia thought as she saw the girl trace her fingers over Harry's chest.
Darcia sat next to them, rubbing circles on Harry's back as the boy took Bones' virginity. His hands were pawing and squeezing at her breasts, something Bones seemed to be enjoying if her moans of pleasure were anything to go by.
Very soon, the redhead shuddered from under Harry, and that seemed to be enough to tip the boy over as they both reached their peak simultaneously. Susan let out a gasp of excitement as she felt herself being filled with Harry's milk, that sweet nectar that was driving so many witches insane with need.
Tracey and Pansy ended up moving to one of the beds and passing out there together. Susan, who passed out immediately after her orgasm, ended up at the foot of their bed. Darcia had Harry spoon her as she snuggled into her pillow, her feet resting on Susan's soft body.
A little while later, Daphne returned after having sent whatever letter she'd written. The girl squeezed in behind Harry, not caring that it left her at the edge of the bed.
…
The first week of classes was interesting to say the least.
Learning magic was fun, whenever they actually got to use their wands at least. Darcia understood that theory was important, but it was all so boring!
The first year Slytherin girls had become a very tight knit group, going practically everywhere together. Susan had gone from defiant to submissive overnight, content to just be near Harry. It was clear that the girl was as in love with Darcia's slave as Daphne was. Pansy and Tracey were also quite addicted to Harry's cock, but Darcia noticed that they were much closer to each other, and usually ended up together during their nightly orgies in the dorm.
Classes had definitely been interesting, though. Harry had a wand, of course, which Darcia kept on her person and handed to him whenever they needed to use them. She received many dirty looks when she did that, but she was always getting dirty looks, especially from the Gryffindors, she had stopped caring rather quickly.
So far, with the little wand work they had done, Darcia found herself to be adequate. She wasn't a prodigy, and out of their little group it seemed Daphne and Tracey were clearly better than her, with Susan being on the same level. The mud…muggleborn Granger from Gryffindor was a step above all of them.
Then there was Harry.
The boy was incredible. Every class so far, he'd been able to get the spells right on the first try. In charms, he'd even manage to cast the color-changing charm without a wand-movement! He was clearly top of their year with a wand, and he wasn't bad at the written work either, seeing as both his and Darcia's first Herbology essays had come back with full marks.
The beat part was, whenever the teachers tried to award Harry points for a job well done, they had to give them to her! She'd earned Slytherin over thirty points just this week, most of them thanks to Harry. She would never forget the way McGonagall had cringed when she'd argued that the five points she'd awarded to Slytherin should actually be accredited to her and not Harry.
Granger seemed to grow more and more irritated with her, especially since Darcia did not hide the fact that she made Harry write her essays. Darcia found that she liked messing with the buck-toothed muggleborn, though she made sure to not use any bigoted language. Harry's mum had been a muggleborn, afterall, and she would never insult her slave like that.
It was now Friday, time for their first potions lesson with the Gryffindors.
The girls were equal parts excited and weary. Snape was famous for favoring his own house, but they hadn't forgotten about the incident with Harry's scar that first night. Darcia had written to her mother earlier in the week, but had yet to receive a response.
They filtered into the dimly lit classroom. Darcia ignored the glares from the Gryffindors, especially coming from Granger and Weasley.
Tracey and Pansy sat together, along with Susan and Daphne, leaving Darcia to share the front row with Harry.
Once they were all settled, the door slammed open and Snape walked in, cloak billowing behind him as he strode to the front of the class.
"Wands away, you won't be needing them." He said as he passed between the rows of students. When he made it to the front, he turned to look at them with that wide sneer of his, and then his eyes landed on Darcia and Harry.
"Ms. Malfoy, I want that thing out of my classroom." He snarled.
Everyone stiffened as Darcia did a double take. "Excuse me, sir?"
Snape pointed a finger directly at Harry. "That thing, I don't want it in my classroom."
Harry paled, looking like he wanted to shrink into his seat and disappear under the desk. Darcia gaped in disbelief, looking back at Daphne and Susan to see them equally scandalized. In fact, the entire classroom looked shocked at Snape's request.
"But, professor-" Darcia tried to reason. "Harry is-"
"A pet, if we're being generous. And I would not allow a student to bring their owl into my classroom. Get him out of here, Ms. Malfoy." He said with a finality that brokered no argument.
Harry stood up and Darcia grabbed onto his arm, her eyes pleading. The boy sent her a sad smile. "It's all right, mistress, I'll wait for you outside." Harry did not glance at the greasy haired professor once as he turned and left, exiting through the door to many pitying looks. Hermione Granger looked especially incensed, though when the girl turned to look at Snape, the words in her throat seemed to die.
...
"That fucking bastard!" Daphne grumbled as they sat together in the library.
It was right after the potions class, and none of the girls could control the rage and indignation they felt. Harry was staring blankly down at the desk. Darcia's heart broke as she looked at her slave.
"Someone will complain, the Headmaster will find out about this." Tracey said in a hopeful voice.
"The Headmaster won't do shit." Pansy said bluntly, putting a hand over the brunette's own. "Complaints against professors never go far at Hogwarts, and Snape's been a bastard for years from what I've heard, never been in any trouble."
The girls all looked defeated. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll find a room where we can set up a cauldron and we'll teach you everything you're missing out on." Daphne said. Trying to soothe the raven haired boy.
Harry smiled weakly. "Thank you, Miss Daphne."
"I need to go write to my aunt." Susan said, standing up abruptly, the fire that she'd had that first night had now returned to her eyes.
"Something you wanna share with us, Bones?" Darcia asked the girl.
Susan returned Darcia's gaze. "I might have a plan, but I'll be able to tell you guys better tomorrow."
Darcia nodded as Susan headed off to contact her aunt.
As the rest of the girls continued to comfort Harry, Darcia wondered what her mother had thought about her own letter.
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Narcissa walked into the basement with Dobby at her side holding out a lantern.
Lucius was off somewhere, playing political games or maybe in the embrace of a male lover. Narcissa didn't care, it provided her with plenty of time to search her husband's secret stash.
She'd been immediately concerned when she'd received her daughter's letter about the pain in Harry's scar. Narcissa cared for the boy dearly, very very dearly, and she figured it was high time to unravel the mystery of his cursed scar.
She'd searched the family library but found almost nothing. There were a few books on soul magic, but none of them had anything that really helped. Harry's circumstances were unique, after all, as the only known survivor of the killing curse.
So Narcissa had gone down into the basement, where Lucius kept all his most dangerous and rare dark artifacts. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she had heard him mention that some of them had belonged to the Dark Lord.
She swept through the room with a shivering Dobby, cringing at some of the objects within. Shrunken heads, innocent looking rings and bracelets, a candleholder, a blood stained doll.
All of them reeked of dark magic.
But Narcissa ignored them, heading instead to a specific drawer.
Anything that belonged to the dark lord would be here, under the tightest security. The drawer was under a blood ward.
A blood ward that Narcissa easily dismantled, especially with a vial of Lucius' blood she always kept handy. It helped that she had Dobby to break through some of the more difficult enchantments.
Wizards really did underestimate the power wielded by their servants.
The drawer slid open and Narcissa gasped.
It was a plain, leather bound diary. It looked worn but not in terrible shape, and there was nothing on it to identify any ownership.
And it stunk of the foulest magic Narcissa had ever felt. She was a Black, she'd grown up around dark objects her whole life, she knew what they felt like, the energy they gave off.
Nothing she'd ever encountered felt as wrong as this diary. She dared not try to touch it or get close to it. Even just being near it made her feel nauseous.
She slammed the drawer shut and instructed Dobby to repair the wards around it.
She was in over her head. If she wanted to figure out what was going on with Harry, she needed help.
There was only one person that came to mind who might be able to help.
Narcissa winced, this was not going to be pleasant at all. She wasn't even sure if she'd agree to help her. But for Harry's sake, Narcissa needed to try.
She needed to pay her sister a visit.