Harry Potter stood in the center of the ritual circle and watched with interest as his girlfriend walked the perimeter, giving it one last check before they would begin the ritual. After several minutes she finally seemed satisfied with it.

"Before we begin..." Daphne said as she slowly sashayed towards him, "... do you have any questions left?" she asked, smirking at the way his eyes were glued to her enchanting form.

"I- I'm good," Harry stuttered nervously, almost struck speechless by the vision in front of him. From the moment they met, Harry was certain Daphne Greengrass was one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen. But here and now, the two of them surrounded by wild nature and magic, she was utterly irresistible. It took him a while to find his voice again and say, "Sounds pretty simple, really," referring to the ritual they were about to undertake.

Daphne gave him a mock look of outrage. "Simple?!" she exclaimed and chuckled. "You mean aside from the week long studies and calculations, drawing the circle and finally consecrating the ground with our blood?" she recited, deeply amused by him calling it simple.

Harry chuckled too. "I meant... what we are about to do now," he clarified and automatically blushed. The idea their actions in the next few minutes would constitute a magical ritual still seemed strange to him. But having studied principles of rituals and soul magic, Harry understood why they almost always involved… that. He smiled before adding, "Though I suppose you'll be doing most of the work."

Daphne stepped even closer. "I wouldn't exactly call it work," she quipped with amusement as she reached him and the two of them kissed passionately before she looked into his eyes, her icy blue meeting his emerald green. "Should you want to stop... for whatever reason... we stop," she told him seriously and Harry nodded, appreciating the sentiment.

But of course, he had absolutely no intention of stopping or backing out. A fact Daphne was very much aware of, given her supremely confident expression. The triumphant grin on her beautiful aristocratic face was both cute and infuriating… and it screamed Daphne's heritage. Harry knew the girl loved him and respected him but he was no fool. Even now, some small part of her thought herself superior to him by virtue of her birth and was positively delighted by his submission.

But such realization wasn't going to dissuade him from going ahead with this. Daphne's pureblood haughtiness was simply a part of who she was and he had fallen in love with all of Daphne, good or evil. When tempered by the love they had for each other, Harry knew they could achieve great things together.

But it could not be denied they grew up in two different worlds. Sometimes, they simply couldn't understand each other's motivations at all. Which was why Harry was so determined to go ahead with the ritual. He wanted to be able to understand Daphne completely. And should everything go well, after tonight he would.

The pureblood witch tossed her head back and Harry was once again struck speechless at the way the pale light of the moon danced in her platinum blonde hair. Coupled with the very light silver-colored slip dress she was wearing… no, he most certainly wasn't going to stop the ritual. The fact it would essentially bind him to this woman's will didn't bother him too much as it wasn't that fundamental change of their relationship. Hell, even now, still free as a bird, Harry felt like surrendering himself completely to her, just as he had done times before.

Harry's last thought was ironic given what Daphne did a moment later – she dropped to her knees in front of him.

The sight was unnatural to Harry, feeling like he should be the one on his knees before Daphne and not the other way around. But he suppressed this reaction as there was a specific purpose to Daphne's action. His hands went towards his pants but Daphne stopped him, pushing his hands away. "Let me do it," she said as her hands reached for his belt and Harry smiled as he allowed her to proceed at her discretion. Even on her knees, Daphne Greengrass was still very much in charge.

It wasn't long before she unzipped his pants and lowered them down his thighs. Daphne's nimble hands continued their work until at last, his hard cock bounced free. Knowing what was going to happen, Harry's been hard pretty much since the two of them walked out of the Manor this evening.

With only a brief pause, Daphne took hold of him with her hand and a thrill of pleasure surged through Harry. This wasn't the first time his girlfriend touched him like this. They actually brought pleasure to each other using their hands several times before. But this was the first time Harry knew they weren't going to stop there.

Daphne's eyes met with his and she waited, giving him one last chance to stop her. When Harry did no such thing, her blue eyes sparkled with victory and she opened her mouth. Not breaking their eye contact until the last moment, she then proceeded to wrap her exquisite lips around his shaft.

Harry threw his head up as it happened, his eyes half-closed and his lips trembling. The sensation of Daphne's tongue caressing him would have been enough to send him over the edge in just few moments. But fortunately (he supposed), he also felt the magic of the circle taking hold of him, stopping the process for now.

Harry found it was difficult to make heads and tails of it while his beautiful girlfriend sucked his cock but from what his magic senses were picking up, connections were gradually forming between them and the magic of the circle. He also felt his power building up and simultaneously… becoming separate from him. It was the same feeling he would get when building up to casting a particularly powerful spell. But instead of feeling it in his arm, it was centralized around his midsection.

Harry experienced brief but strong pang of primordial fear as he sensed that disconnection, some ancient instinct telling him to stop what was happening and save himself. But all it took was glancing down and seeing the beautiful blonde's head bobbing as she sucked on his cock. The feeling of disconnection was strange but intellectually, Harry knew it was an expected part of the ritual. It was also Daphne causing it which made him certain it was a good thing. So not only did he not resist this strange pull on his magic, he actively encouraged it. And as soon as he did that, as soon as he stopped fighting back, all the uneasiness disappeared even as the process accelerated several times over.

Harry was quickly reaching the breaking point, both as a man and with the magical buildup. Daphne seemed to have sensed it too as she suddenly stopped what she was doing. She let go of him and rocked back on her knees to look up into his eyes. Harry groaned in frustration as he felt himself slip away from the confines of her mouth. He was taut as a cable but still gave her his undivided attention as their eyes met.

"It's time, Harry," the pureblood witch said, holding his rock hard and throbbing cock in her hand, her red-painted nails digging into the skin. "If I finish this, you will be mine," she informed him, her icy blue drilling into his, making sure the message was received loud and clear. "Come in my mouth now and you will belong to me… body, mind and soul," she said, kissing the tip briefly before looking up at him again with a serious expression. "Should I finish you off, Harry? Should I make you mine forever?" Daphne Greengrass asked and waited for his decision.

Harry's heart was beating faster with every word she spoke. It almost felt like Daphne was torturing him with his doom, giving him one final chance to escape his ultimate fate only to have a laugh at the fact he wouldn't take it. But Harry knew there was a good reason as his consent was extremely important component of the ritual. One had to be completely aware of the consequences or at best it wouldn't work at all. It also had to be something both parties wanted and couldn't be forced.

It was only a fleeting thought but Harry imagined what it would be like if he stopped right now… if he actually could summon the strength and step away from the brink. He knew Daphne would understand, just as she'd promised. He knew this because he loved her and she loved him. Their relationship would still continue, regardless of anything. But Harry also knew he would have spend the rest of his life wondering. The truth was he wanted this… and he knew Daphne wanted it to.

It was therefore with completely clear mind as Harry reached for Daphne's head with his hands and guided her mouth back onto his cock. "Do it! Take it all, Daphne! Please!" he begged and the girl happily obliged him.

It took only few more bobs of her mouth before Harry grasped her blonde hair between his fingers as he felt all that pent-up pressure bursting free. The ritual circle flared up around them but Harry failed to see that, completely overwhelmed by his own sensations.

The physical pleasure of coming into Daphne's mouth was amazing but overshadowed by the sensation of his magic literally coming apart at the seams. It was like his magical part became separate from his physical part and was rushing head long into his girlfriend's sucking mouth. And Harry… he was encouraging. He was intentionally pushing his magic ahead, not only letting it happen but actively helping the pureblood witch drain him as much as possible. In that moment, he wanted her to have it all.

Harry didn't even realize he was screaming, feeling both the pleasure and the loss. And through it all, the blonde continued to feed on him, gulping down his magic until… until the weakness came, his vision started to dim and he was falling… only for soft arms to catch him and lower him to the ground.

And then he saw her.

Daphne Greengrass stood above him, glorious and perfect while Harry couldn't even move. The witch's body was bursting with all the magic, her beautiful pale skin glowing with silvery light.

He did it! He'd surrendered to her. There was only a single word on his mind – goddess. She was his goddess and he was hers. For the first time in his life, he was free.

Daphne could not help but cackle with unbridled joy. This was such an overwhelming victory she had trouble believing it'd really happened. Was it a dream? Was she going to wake up at any moment? It surely had to be a dream! How else to explain the last Potter had just magically submitted to a pureblood supremacist? That the lord Black decisively ended the feud between their families by allowing lady Greengrass to drain him in a ritual circle?

But as Daphne felt Harry's magic running through her body, she knew for a fact this wasn't a dream. Even though it defied belief, it was actually very real – Harry Potter was hers and his fate as well as magic now rested entirely in her hands.

And what a feeling…

It was one thing to know your boyfriend was a very powerful wizard. But to actually feel all that power right at your fingertips, ready to be unleashed? That was a whole other experience and it made Daphne realize that in truth she's underestimated just how much magical potential was slumbering in Harry James Potter.

With power like this, Harry could easily have become the most powerful dark lord in history, far mightier than Voldemort ever was! And Daphne… she would have been utterly his!

Oh, she might have grumbled over his blood status but Daphne Greengrass was still a woman and a witch… power like this was simply irresistible to her. Had Harry chosen to actually dominate and bent her to his will, Daphne had no doubt he would have succeeded.

Considering Harry Potter was only a halfblood, such realization was deeply humbling to her. It almost made her question some of her opinions. Almost. Ultimately, Daphne supposed that James Potter had merely won the genetic lottery when he married Lily Evans. It could have easily gone the other way.

And of course, as she watched the chosen one flopping helplessly at her feet, she knew none of it mattered anymore. Harry Potter was never going to become a dark lord or force his will on anybody… because he didn't want to.

Harry's power and potential has always been nothing but a burden to him, constantly crushing his spirit. He didn't ask to be a hero or anyone's messiah and yet the entire world constantly demanded of him to be just that. The whole world demanded it of him… except Daphne.

And that's how the man with potential to become the most powerful wizard in the world found himself on his knees before her and licking her boots. How a man who could have wiped the floor with her and forced her to become his bitch ended up suffering under her whip instead. And why a moment ago, Harry Potter had stepped into the ritual circle with her, and with full knowledge of the consequences, literally cummed all his potential straight into her virgin mouth.

Because he chose to.

And Daphne would always honor that choice.

With a single bout of wandless magic, the clothes she was wearing burned away from her body and turned into ash, leaving her standing over Harry in her naked glory. Daphne had liked the dress but it would be terribly inconvenient for what she had planned next and she didn't feel patient enough to undress. Afterwards, Daphne smiled down on Harry beatifically even as the ritual continued to do its work, altering their individual magics and binding them together.

She felt like everything was right in the world.

In the future, Harry's enormous power would be passed on to the next generations of House Greengrass. To Daphne, it confirmed everything her family believed in as not only did a halfblood submit to a superior pureblood like her, but Lily Evans' arguably powerful heritage would finally be purified of its muggle filth.

And Harry… Harry would be her husband and father of her children. He would also spend the rest of his life under her control, the degree of which will be up to the both of them and their desires.

Daphne placed her foot down on his chest in a gesture of victory, as well as to restrict his spasms as the ritual progressed. As their eyes met, she could see nothing but love there as well as… gratitude. What some would consider ultimate defeat and humiliation, Harry Potter viewed as his salvation. By putting him in chains, she'd set him free.

Daphne fully expected great many people would condemn Harry just because he desired submission instead of domination. Personally, she felt disgusted with such reasoning as it completely disregarded the value of Harry's personal freedom of choice, which was of paramount importance for her kind. It positively reeked of muggle cultural infiltration, which she hated above all else.

Daphne was well aware that among muggles, gender equality was only a recent concept and that for the most of their history, muggle women were viewed as inferior by their men. As a powerful witch, Daphne scoffed at such notion. However, she supposed it was inevitable as without magic, physical prowess becomes the most important power factor. And sadly, men had undeniable natural advantage over women when it came to that.

Of course, raw physical strength becomes largely meaningless when magic is involved. After all, what does it matter an average wizard is physically stronger than an average witch when the woman can literally throw the man across the room with her mind? Because of that, things like spousal abuse (a far too common occurrence among muggles) were comparatively rare among her people. It was simply not as easy or safe beating on a witch as it was on a muggle woman. Not unless the witch was actively suppressing her powers in face of her abuser and letting it happen for some reason.

In short, there was no cause to stereotype a relationship in magical world. And yet Daphne knew even among her peers, there would be some who would call Harry Potter weak, sissy, weakling and other slurs… just for willingly submitting to Daphne rather than beating the crap out of her. They would call Harry weak for submitting to his lover… and then they would go on to swear by Merlin's name in the next sentence, being far too ignorant to see the irony there.

'Hypocrites… all of them,' Daphne thought with disgust.

Oh, yes. When it comes to the life and deeds of Merlin, the greatest and mightiest wizard ever to have lived, the fact he was ultimately destroyed by a young girl is typically glossed over in historical texts. Daphne supposed it was considered a too ignoble end for such a famous wizard. Also, to this day, there was a great deal of uncertainty about what exactly transpired between Merlin and Vivien.

The main mystery being how Vivien could possibly have managed to trick a wizard who was reportedly able to see all of his potential future? Merlin's famous power of precognition was the chief reason why none of his many adversaries had ever managed to get a drop on him. Merlin would simply foil their plans years in advance, well before they even came up with them. Sometimes, he would even prevent his would-be rivals from being born in the first place.

So how exactly did Vivien do it when Merlin must have seen her betrayal coming all his life?

The most commonly accepted theory was that Merlin had indeed foreseen she was a danger to him and decided to seek young Vivien out to put her straight and to stop her future machinations. But instead, upon meeting her, he became infatuated with the girl's beauty and wit, thus falling into the very trap he had been trying to avoid. This sealed his fate as Vivien promptly used his affection for her to seduce Merlin, making him seemingly obsessed and desperate for her favor.

What was however baffling for future generations of historians were Merlin's last writings. They seemed to indicate he was well aware of Vivien's love for him being a lie. Merlin knew the girl was actually in league with one of his enemies and that the two of them were plotting against him. In the same log, however, he expressed a belief that this knowledge made him safe from any danger, especially considering Vivien's youth and lack of any magical experience. It seemed in his hubris, Merlin actually thought it was him who was tricking and using the lovely young girl… after all, he was well over a century old while she was only sixteen.

Unfortunately for the old wizard, the knowledge he was being played for a fool didn't help at all. Because in the end, despite all his power, Merlin was still just a man helplessly lost under a young woman's spell.

It certainly didn't help him that Vivien was very clever and patient. She knew just how to treat her master to make him do whatever she wanted. In face of her manipulations, the old wizard soon found himself unable to deny any of her whims. As reported by their contemporaries, anything Vivien wished for, Merlin would feel the need to give her, including some of his most important secrets.

Daphne had always wondered how Merlin handled the knowledge that by constantly indulging the young girl, he was raising up and empowering his future executioner. Did he think himself to be fully in control even as he came to obey all her orders? Did he still believe he could put an end to Vivien's plans anytime he wanted?

Regardless of what Merlin's original intentions were, constantly indulging Vivien allowed the girl to instill and reinforce obedience to her commands deep into his mind. It took her years of patient seduction and manipulation to get him to that point, but according to Vivien's written confession, by the time she had finally decided to steal all his remaining power and get rid of her master for good, Merlin was so far in her thrall he did not resist.

And thus ended the life of the most powerful wizard who ever lived…

Did Vivien trick him with some unknown magic? Was Merlin simply an old senile fool? Or did he happen to know how it would all end but for some inexplicable reason, still chose to follow Vivien to his doom?

Daphne supposed they would never know for sure. But still, the story of Merlin and Vivien had occasionally been on her mind ever since she got to know Harry Potter. Perhaps as with Harry submitting to her, it was simply a matter of Merlin's choice. Maybe after living for over a century with all that power riding on his back, Merlin simply had enough. Perhaps being led on and destroyed by a young girl was the most pleasant way out he could foresee for himself…

Daphne shook her head clear as she sensed the ritual was almost ready for the next step. Now all the magic she'd drained from him would be returned to Harry, binding them together. She stood astride him and then knelt down, straddling his prone form. Daphne smirked as she reached for Harry's member. Another quick wandless spell leaving her fingers and it was stiff again despite Harry having spent himself in her mouth just moments ago… being with a witch had advantages for a man.

Another wave of her hand and she made sure there would be no pain from her first time. Oh how she pitied the poor muggle women who could not do the same. Daphne then looked into Harry's enchanting green eyes one last time, considering all the events that had brought them here.

Had Harry chosen to become the next dark lord, Daphne would have served him willingly. She would gladly have been Bellatrix to his Voldemort! But Daphne was very glad it's not what Harry had wanted at all… because being Vivien to his Merlin was much better.

'With an important difference, of course…' Daphne thought and smirked before finally lowering herself on Harry's hard cock and gasping at the strange but not unpleasant sensation. 'Unlike Vivien, I love this man… I truly do.'

As soon as they've connected, all the magic she'd drained from him earlier trickled away and back into Harry.

The ritual was complete.

A great outburst of magical energy emanated from deep within the Wistman's wood, spreading rapidly across the vast grounds. In seconds, it reached the Greengrass manor where it would go on to disturb its inhabitants and elicit diverse responses from them.

Hermione Granger woke up screaming, thinking what a horrible nightmare she just had. It almost felt like… she didn't want to finish the thought. Besides, she knew it was just a bad dream; the imagery brought forth by her fears. She knew there was no way for her to actually sense what was happening outside her room. She fell back to sleep after a while.

Astoria Greengrass took a second to interpret the magical outburst with her senses before loudly declaring into the dark, "Eww!" But a moment later, she shrugged and grinned, reckoning it was for the best… and actually, about the damn time!

Julia Greengrass wasn't asleep yet and had been reading in front of her fireplace when the magical spillover from her daughter's sex ritual practically smacked her across face. A corner of her lips briefly twitched into a smirk. Normally, feeling something like this would be a cause of concern for a parent. But she was certain that like always, Daphne knew well what she was doing and that her choice was a good one. Julia flipped the page and continued her reading.

Luna Lovegood was lying awake in her bed, staring at the dark ceiling and counting the stars beyond. She smiled as she sensed Harry and Daphne's coupling, immediately wondering what dress she should wear to their wedding and what gift would be appropriate for their second child. She'd already picked one for the first.

Finally, Dobby the house elf did a small dance as he felt both his master and mistress so happy. As for Kreacher, he would have joined him too if not for his old bones. He was overjoyed the House of Black had a proper pureblood for a lady once more… even if she was an invader from across the sea who asked too many questions.

The ritual was done and the light of the magical circle extinguished. But should one approach, they would still be able to see magic swirling madly about the couple in the circle's center.

Daphne Greengrass had her head thrown high towards the moonlit sky as she screamed her pleasure. True to her family's legacy as leaders of the Wild Hunt, she rode Harry Potter like one of her steeds. As for Harry, now that his power was back he wasn't idling either. He would grasp Daphne's hips as she moved on top of him, letting his hands roam her lovely body much to their mutual pleasure. Right as he felt himself close, Harry even raised his upper body off the ground and hugged the beautiful blonde tightly as they kissed and came together.

Afterwards, Daphne pulled away, only to lay herself on the ground next to him. Harry was hyper-focused on her every movement, completely ignoring the rest of the world around them. There was nothing else for him but her.

"Fuck me, Harry," the pureblood girl whispered huskily as she spread her legs, looking into his eyes and biting her lower lip. "Take me! Now!" she ordered and Harry instantly did as she asked, thinking he would never disobey another command from her… or at least not one like this.

He pushed forward with his hips and enjoyed being back inside her, having immediately missed the feeling before. Daphne wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to pound her. "Yes, yes! Oh…" she moaned as her back scraped against the ground. At first Harry was worried he'd hurt her but Daphne merely grinned and then made a twisting motion, apparating their naked bodies away from the circle and somewhere soft. "That's better," Daphne declared in pleased voice and Harry realized they were now in Daphne's bed, back at the Manor.

His lover just side-apparated them with his hard cock still inside her and he didn't feel any of the usual discomfort. Could it possibly be the result on the ritual they did? Harry didn't dwell on the question too long as the blonde once again demanded his undivided attention and he eagerly obliged, kissing her and fucking her on the bed to their mutual satisfaction, until he spilled himself inside her again.

They would then rest a little before trying yet another position he read about in one of the books… and then some more. The spell Daphne used on him would keep him hard for hours and tonight they would take advantage of every minute of it.