Lavender Brown remembered hearing that her time in Hogwarts would be the best years of her life. She was told that she would be happy, that she'd have fun, make friendships that would last forever, maybe even find love.

She would discover her destiny, and the time she spent in Hogwarts could never be replaced.

Her parents had been wrong, though. So very, very wrong.

Looking back, it seemed more likely that her time in Hogwarts was awful, perhaps even the worst years of her life. The jury was still out, as the saying went.

For Lavender Brown, life had only seemed to go downhill the moment she met Ron Weasley. Just the brief meeting during one of her earliest years, but it seemed like the catalyst.

In her fourth year, that monster Barty Crouch Jr, disguised as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, used the Imperius Curse on her.

She was forced to humiliate herself for him and her class, and the class mocked her. She still remembered how she had acted like a squirrel. The way people would mock her. SHe felt so humiliated, and her life only grew worse as the years went by.

At one point, she had thought Ron Weasley would be the one to save her. That he was a good man who would love her. She had found herself attracted to him, taking his oafish nature as charming or finding his naivety endearing, but no.

The next blow quickly brought her down to earth. It might have been one of the most painful, honestly. She had truly found herself infatuated with Ron, and when she found out he had been poisoned and was bedridden, she ran to his side to comfort him.

She felt pain seeing him like that, but that pain only grew as he whispered the name of another woman. Hermione Granger…

Angry and heartbroken, Lavender broke things off with Ron and she told herself she would just try and survive the coming days of Hogwarts. Reach the end of her year, the end of her time there, and things would be better once she was freed.

Lavender quickly realized how fruitless this belief was. There was a war brimming outside the walls of Hogwarts, and Harry and his group seemed at the center of it. That left people like Lavender, the one's barely related to the problem, caught in the crossfire.

Lavender joined in the battle of Hogwarts, against her more rational mind's orders, and she fought as hard as she could.

It wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough to survive the conflict.

Oh, she was still alive, obviously. She had survived the battle with her life, but what she lost almost made her wish she had died a hero. No, Lavender was lucky enough to face off against one of Voldemort's most dangerous servants, a werewolf by the name of Fenrir Greyback.

He almost killed her, until Ron and Hermione saved her, but Lavender wished… She wished things had been different. If they had been faster, if they had moved just a little quicker, noticed her a few seconds sooner, she wouldn't have this affliction.

Lavender was cursed with Lycanthropy, turned into a freak, and while Harry and his friends were worshipped as heroes by the Magical World, she was soon cast into a role she had never wanted. She became a monster to many, seen as subhuman, seen as beneath the attention of wizards and witches.

Despite risking her life for the good of her country, Lavender was treated as a pariah. Despite fighting to preserve order, she was looked at with fear and disgust. Some actually wondered if she was now one of Voldemort's surviving Death Eaters, simply because of the lycan disease that ran through her veins.

Harry and the others didn't help her. They didn't try to defend her. The most she was given was a tonic that one of the professors used to help suppress lycanthropy's disease.

It wasn't enough.

Lavender's parents disowned her, not wanting an animal as a daughter. She was left abandoned, and for all her education and years of study, no one wanted her for her mind or abilities.

The only work she could get was based on her disease. She had been reduced to a victim of lycanthropy, and for some, this made her invaluable.

Lavender stood at the corner of a street, avoiding the eyes of whoever was passing by. The part of town she called home wasn't clean or beautiful, not even safe, but that wasn't why she avoided the eyes of others. No, she avoided them because everytime they stared into her eyes they looked at her like she was a monster.

She had been glared at enough times in her life. She just kept her head down as she wore the trashy ensemble. Clothes that clung to her large breasts or accented her posterior. Clothes that made her look like a lady of the night, which she was, sad to say.

She wasn't a whore. She didn't have sex for money. She just…

"Hey, Lavender. Your break's over. Get back inside and work," her boss growled at her.

"Coming," she muttered, her voice low and almost cold.

She took one last breath of fresh air. A long, deep breath. She smelled so much. The harsh aroma of smoke, the blistering odor of filth, the impurity in the air… She hated this town. She hated this place. She hated working here.

Her senses could pick up everything. The stench, the sound, everything wrong with this shithole of a city.

She turned around and walked back into the building, back to work. Once the door closed behind her, she pulled at her top, tossing it onto the floor. She ignored the hooks that were supposed to hold onto the women's tops as she entered the dining area, grabbing a platter of food on her way in.

Lavender Brown wasn't a prostitute or a whore, but she was a topless waiter. Her large breasts bounced a bit with each step as she forced a smile onto her face and greeted the customers.

"Here's your order, folks!" she smiled, handing them their food.

The men greeted her with hungry smiles and lecherous gazes. One smacked her ass, and she jumped, nearly dropping everything in her hands. She froze, shaking as she feared another mistake resulting in ruined meals and angry customers. The last that happened it came right out of her paycheck.

Thankfully she had saved the food, and thus herself. She breathed a sigh of relief, before forcing the smile back on.

"P-please, don't touch me like that, sir."

"The doggy can speak," one man chuckled.

"Isn't that cute. Can you bark for us, girl?" Lavender swallowed her anger down, ignoring their words as she stepped back.

"I should go now. I have other tables to get too."

"I know what she wants," another man smirked. "She wants a reward for being a good puppy. What dog doesn't want rewards?"

She wished she could keep the truth of her affliction out of the public's eyes, but her new boss made sure to use it as a selling point for her.

'Come and tame the wild beast.' She was a werewolf, a 'docile' one as her boss put it. That meant she was perfect for a certain kind of customer. She would cater to the fetishes they could never really have, and so they were more than happy to pay for her.

The smirking man's eyes fell from her face and he ogled her breasts, drinking in the sight. She didn't bother to cover herself, merely watching as he reached into his pocket to pull something out. He held up a wad of cash in his hand, waving it back and forth. Lavender couldn't see how much there was exactly, but there was more than enough already.

She bit her lower lip. She gulped down her anxiety and fears, shaking again as her lips parted. She tried to speak. She tried to utter the right words that would make everyone happy. She could get what she wanted and this man would… he'd die in a hole.

But she couldn't find the words. All she could do was force the smile on her face to widen. She lied right through her teeth as the man's grin grew.

"Thank you, sir. You know just how to speak to me."

She reached for the money, but he kept it away from her fingers. The action was clear. His pleasure first, then she'll be paid. The man stood up with his friends cheering him on as he led her towards one of the back rooms.

Lavender's feet were stone for a moment. It was so hard to do this, but she had no choice. She steeled herself, following behind the man. He opened a door and ushered her inside. She knew he wasn't just being polite, and her suspicions were confirmed when he smacked her ass.

Once inside, the topless woman stared at the man as he sat down on a cushioned couch, leaning his head back.

"Get to work."

And she obeyed. Lavender's smile faded, dropping down into a frown. It wouldn't matter. Customers never cared if she smiled for this part. They just cared if she did her job.

She kneeled before the man and brought his cock out from within his pants. It popped free, nearly hitting her as she frowned in disgust. The thing was grotesque, but she swallowed down her nausea and shame and pressed forward.

She wrapped her lips around the cock, sucking on it, feeling it throbbing between her lips. She pressed her tongue against it, retching at the taste. She held back her disgust, though, and she focused on the job at hand.

She shuddered in disgust, before she forced herself to kiss the tip of the cock again.

This was her life now. She was the slave to whatever man was paying for her this week, and she'd suck their cock for whatever cash was thrown at her. Speaking of which, the man took his wad of money and dropped it down at her feet, leaning his head back as he relaxed, moaning with every suckle and lick.

"Use your tits, stupid. I want you to treat this cock like the treasure it is." THe woman wanted to gag. She wanted to bite down and put her teeth to good use...but she couldn't.

She needed the money, meaning she needed to serve him, meaning she had to take her tits in hand and actually wrap them around the shaft. It made her skin crawl and her stomach churn, but she did as she was ordered to.

She wrapped her tits around the cock, squeezing it, lifting her breasts up and down, feeling precum dripping into her mouth, spilling inside as she shuddered in disgust. She squeezed her eyes shut as precum began to slide down his shaft and pool between her tits.

It was awful, and she hated it, but she was able to achieve her mission. She felt the cock throbbing between her tits and against her lips, before he began to cum. His semen shot into her mouth, and she gagged and choked on the awful concoction.

She pulled away, spitting on the ground as cum spurted on her face, hair, and tits. Some even fell on some of the dollar bills she had earned.

The man chuckled, before he stood up and began to zip up his pants.

"Not bad," he commented, before he began to walk away from her. He kicked the door open and left her to pick up the bills, wiping them clean against the sofa he had been sitting in.

She forced herself onto her feet, holding back tears as her nails dug into the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing as whimpers slipped out of her mouth.

That was when someone greeted her.

"You done?" her boss asked, stepping into the room. Lavender nodded her head and he nodded his head back. "I'll be taking my cut then." He held his hand out to her and Lavender wanted to scream.

She took a few bills from the wad and handed them out to her employer, only for him to take most of the cash she had earned. He stuffed it into his pocket, glancing at her for only a moment.

"Good work, Miss Brown. Keep it up." Lavender nodded her head, before she watched her boss turn around and close the door behind him.

She was left in the dark, and Lavender sat down, feeling the tears falling down her face as she began to crack. Her cries filled the empty room, ignored by any who heard them as Lavender began to sob and weep.

Another day in Lavender's paradise. She was back to serving customers, both hoping and dreading for one of the patrons to pay for a blowjob from her. She felt a hand on her breast and she pulled her smile tight, trying to keep it as she looked at the man groping her.

"If you want me, sir, it'll cost you." She winked at him, and the man laughed.

"The dog thinks she's worth paying for," he chuckled, motioning to his friend. Lavender hung her head down low as they laughed, mocking her. "Sit, doggy."

"Sir, I-"

"I said, sit, bitch," he growled, pinching and twisting her nipple, making her suck in air through her teeth. She tried to hide the pain as the men chuckled, only for another voice to call out to the group.

"Waitress. Can you come here for a moment?" he asked, and Lavender let out a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, sir. I have to go serve another customer."

"Have fun servicing him, doggy," the man grunted, releasing Lavender and watching her walk away with her tail between her legs… metaphorically speaking, of course.

She came to the new customer, and while she was thankful for being called away from that last patron, she doubted this man would be much better. She kept her difference, not wanting him to hit her, but she still bent forward, letting him stare at her large breasts swaying.

"Hello, handsome. What can I get you?"

"Lavender Brown. It's been a long time. How have you been?"

Just hearing her name ran a chill down her spine. She felt her hands tighten into fists and she tried to speak, but her words tripped on one another. He turned his head towards her, and the man smiled as he watched Lavender shake.

People knew her as the 'bitch,' or the 'dog,' or other insulting nicknames, but judging by the way this man spoke he actually knew her. That was worse than being treated as just a freak. This person knew how far Lavender had fallen.

Her fear and terror was clear on her face, it seemed. The man raised his brow. "You don't recognize me, do you?"

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I-"

"No need to apologize. It's okay. Why don't you sit with me and we can catch up?" he suggested, motioning to the seat across from him. She glanced at the seat, before her eyes turned back to the man. He smiled at her, a disarming grin that just made Lavender stand straighter.

She bit her lower lip as he offered her another reason to do as he said. "I'll tip you extra if you do."

That did it. She sat down in front of him, lifting her arms up to cover her tits, but she stopped. She took a deep breath, before keeping her arms under the table and letting the man ogle her tits as much as he wanted.

Which seemed like… none at all, to her shock. He didn't glance at her tits and Lavender's brown wrinkled as he spoke plainly.

"My name is James? James Michael?"

"James… Wait, I-I think I remember you," she replied. Maybe it was the truth, maybe her mind was lying to itself out of fear. Either way, she had the barest hint of his name in her memories.

Of course, knowing they actually did know one another just made Lavender feel worse. "Why are you here?" she asked, before cringing slightly at how blunt she was being. She opened her mouth to apologize, but James cut her off.

"I came to talk, that's all. I just wanted to talk to you, though you certainly didn't make it easy. You practically disappeared after Hogwarts."

"Y-yeah."

"You know, I always thought Ron was mad for breaking up with you like that," James commented, and Lavender felt her lips curling into a frown.

"He didn't break up with me. I broke up with him."

"That's not what he says, but I trust you more than him, honestly," James replied. "Don't get me wrong, Hermione is amazing, but so are you."

Lavender's frown grew, and she glared at the floor as her chest rose and fell. "James, you don't need to sweet talk me. You want me to suck you off, just give me the money and-"

"T-that's not why I'm here, Lavender. I'm actually here for a very different reason." She forced her eyes to look at him, raising her brow as she caught the man's expression.

He wasn't angry with her. He wasn't sad. Hurt, but only in the barest sense. A scratch on a brick wall. Nothing that could do lasting damage. The way he looked at her, though, there were several emotions floating between them. Lavender wasn't sure what to make of the way he stared at her as he continued.

"I wanted to help you get back on your feet. You don't deserve to be out here among these… bastards," James growled. "You're too good for these people. Too good for this place. Let me help you find a real job. You can stay with me for however long you need."

Lavender's mouth fell open. Her jaw hung low for a moment as she stared at the man, before she shook her head and stood up. "Is this is your idea of a joke, it is sick. You are sick. Y-you-"

"It's not. Lavender, this isn't a trick. I have no ulterior motive. I just feel bad for everything you have had to endure, and who has been there to help you?" he asked. The silence she gave was more than enough as James motioned his head to the side.

Lavender raised her brow, before she followed his gaze to his hand under the table. He moved a small roll of money between his fingers, waving it at her. She reached down to take it, and he smiled at her.

"There's a note there with my address. If you never want to see me again, keep the money and throw away the note, but if you want to see me again and find out if I really am telling the truth, well… You know what to do."

She held the roll of money in her hands as he stood up, dusting himself off even though he was as clean and immaculate as when he first stepped inside. He then gave Lavender a smile, before he turned and walked away as if she was just another person.

Lavender blinked, her mouth hanging open once more. She glanced at the cash in her hands, and she found herself in awe at just how much there was. She quickly looked around, before she scurried to a nearby bathroom, running into one of the stalls to check the money in hand.

She unrolled the cash, counting it with wide eyes as she found herself in disbelief. This was more than she would make in two months! This was just given to her…? But she couldn't fathom why for a moment. She wasn't worth this much money. She didn't deserve it…

Lavender counted the bills again and again, always becoming giddy after a certain amount. She couldn't believe she had this money on her…

That was when she remembered the note. She picked it out of the bills, staring at the folded up white paper. She opened it, her fingers slowly tracing the black ink on it.

James had been telling the truth. There was the address, just like he said.

Lavender bit her lower lip, her heart pounding as she sniffed the paper. It smelled like James, an aroma that was tickling her insides and sending waves of warmth through her body. She felt that smell dance in her chest, and she closed her eyes to savor it.

She knew the choice was already made… Tomorrow was a new day for her.

Lavender Brown stood outside the large home with a look of awe on her face. She blinked, leaning her head back to stare at the structure from top to bottom, before her eyes honed in on the front door.

She walked forward, fixing her top, though she couldn't imagine why. James had already seen her topless, so what was the point of wearing clothes now? She groaned quietly, before she knocked on the door and waited.

There was no response for the first few seconds. She waited for several more, before the door opened and Lavender was shocked at who was there.

"Ginny?"

"Lavender?" the other woman blinked. The wife of Harry Potter was here? Why? Last Lavender heard, Ginny had vanished off the face of the earth.

"So, you're here for James, are you?" Ginny's shock gave way to a knowing smile, before she opened the door further and stepped out of Lavender's way. The young woman entered the strange home, looking around as Ginny motioned to the stairs. "He's upstairs with some of the other ladies. Feel free to join them, slut."

"W-what did you call me?!" Lavender growled, turning her head towards Ginny and glaring at her.

Ginny didn't seem to mind, though, biting her lower lip as she swayed her hips back and forth. "Ooh, did that make you upset? Are you going to punish me? Most girls can't wait to be with James, but if you really want to mess with me first, I'm more than happy enough to lose to you."

"I… wait, what? What are you talking about?"

"Lavender!" The two women turned their heads to find James walking over to the two, with Lily following behind her with a towel wrapped around her body. "Welcome, welcome. Please, come with me. I'll be happy to show you to your room."

He motioned Lavender to follow him and despite the sheer bizarreness of the moment, James had a wide, kind smile on his face. Lavender glanced at Ginny, who raised her brow and looked at the man.

"Ginny. Shouldn't you be with your daughter and Nessa?" he growled, and Ginny's eyes widened.

"But I didn't do-"

"Go inform your daughter of your bad behavior. I'm sure she'll know what to do about you."

Ginny bowed her head, and Lavender could smell something in the air. Something familiar to the smells of her old work place, but different…

It almost smelled like Ginny was aroused, but why? Lavender watched Ginny scurry off, hips swaying as James sighed.

"I apologize about her. She's a bit of a bimbo. Please, come with me," he urged.

"Why… Why is she here?" Lavender asked, following behind the man.

The two walked down the halls of his massive home, and again, Lavender could smell something in the air. It was hard to describe. Harder to ignore. She focused her senses as best as she could, but she just wasn't sure what it was she was feeling.

But her hairs were standing up on the back of her neck. Something sweet was tickling her nose. She bit her lip again, trying to decipher it, before James stopped and the foolish woman bumped into James' back.

"Here is your room. I've already furnished it, and left a few gifts in the closet."

Lavender turned her head to the closed door beside him, glancing back at him, before she reached out to the doorknob. She twisted it, opening the door and stepping inside.

To be honest, there was still some part of Lavender that wondered if this was a joke. She wondered if James was just trying to hurt her, ostracize her, keep her feeling low and monstrous. Part of her feared that if she fell any lower, she might do something… drastic.

But when she stepped inside of that room, she felt a sense of joy that she hadn't in a long, long time.

She actually felt young again, like a child. She entered the beautiful room in awe, placing her hands against her lips as she fought the urge to cry.

"T-this is… my room?"

"For as long as you want."

Her fingers stroked the sheets of her bed, feeling how soft they were. The thread tickled her hand as she ran to the window, pulling the blinds apart to gaze at the beautiful woodland forest outside the house.

She turned her head, staring at the closet, and she ran to it. She opened it, and instead of a mere closet she found an entirely separate room filled with gorgeously designed outfits for her. She ran inside the closet, her fingers brushing against the fabric as she stood in awe of the beauty and grace of this place.

Perhaps such things weren't too uncommon in the magical world, but Lavender was left in the worst of both worlds. She had no real magic to call her own, she worked a job fit for a Muggle, and neither world really wanted her.

Being here felt like a dream, and she feared waking up.

"It's yours. All of it. Even if you leave, you're welcome to take the clothes with you," James offered, and Lavender could feel her eyes beginning to turn moist and wet. "Dinner is in an hour. You're free to eat with my family and I, or here in your room."

"You have a family?" she asked, keeping her back to him so he couldn't see her tear stricken face. The rivers fell down her face, down to her mouth. She tasted the salty liquid as he chuckled.

"Yes. Quite a large one. I'd love to introduce you to them sometime, but they were a bit… unorthodox."

Lavender's own family had abandoned her. They pretended she didn't exist. She didn't say anything as James turned away, walking out of the room.

"I'll talk to you later, Lavender. If you need anything, just call out for Nessa. She's my maid, and she'll be happy to serve you."

A maid. Lavender had a maid? "J-James?" She refused to look at him. She didn't want him to see her face… "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you deserve it," he replied. No hesitation. A quick and simple answer. When she didn't say anything, he closed the door and she was left alone with her new wardrobe.

She picked one pink dress, stroking it with careful fingers. Then she pressed it against her face, feeling the soft fabric caressing her skin. She took a deep whiff of it, wiping away her tears as she wept once more.

Lavender felt her body through the pink dress, stroking her own stomach and rising up to her breasts. The soft fabric hugged her skin, and it was such a blissful change of pace from the trashy, raggedy clothes she had been forced to wear these last few years.

She let out a sigh of relief, before she opened her door and peeked out her head. "Nessa?" she called out to the empty hall, looking around.

James told her to just call out for the maid, but would she be able to hear her? Lavender's question was quickly answered as a beautiful blonde woman hurried towards her, panting. She bowed her head, before smiling at the newest guest of the house.

"Hello, Mistress Lavender. I am Nessa. May I help you?" The maid was a gorgeous woman, and Lavender couldn't deny she had a sensual shape to her body. Her clothes clung to her hourglass body, and it even showed off the top of her large breasts under the white fabric.

"Um, James mentioned dinner was soon. I just need to be taken to the dinner room? I want to sit with him."

"Of course," Nessa replied, bowing her head again, before she turned around. "Please, follow me."

Lavender nodded her head, before she began to follow the maid. The two walked to the dining room, but as they walked, Lavender began to notice some other familiar faces.

Audrey Weasley and her daughter, Molly Weasley were there, but what they were doing was impossible. They were against the wall, the mother pinning down her daughter. They were kissing, madly and wildly, like lovers.

Like two wives, they clung to one another, their breasts pushed together as their tongues did battle. The young woman watching them felt her face growing hot as her mouth struggled to speak. Then they began to talk, and Lavender felt the electricity in the air.

"Mmmh, momma…"

"Such a good little slut I raised. You want mommy to lick your pussy again?"

"Mmhm." The two kissed once more, before they noticed Lavender's eyes on them. They smiled, almost cattish in a way as their crimson locks flowed down their curvaceous bodies.

Lavender glanced at their clothes, blushing at the sight. She turned her head away, shaking it as she caught Nessa smiling at her.

"You'll get used to it," she whispered as they continued to walk.

"Who…? How…? What were they-?"

"They are members of Master James' family. Such actions are quite common around here," Nessa explained.

"Is that why James brought me here? To be his whore too?" Lavender hissed, coming to a stop.

"Oh, no. James was quite clear to all of us. You are not to be touched against your will, and you are to be treated quite highly amongst our ranks," another familiar voice explained.

Astoria, Draco's wife before his arrest, seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She walked towards the two with a smile on her face. Lavender, meanwhile, was distracted by the outfit she was wearing. The dark gown hugged her body, with a long, ebony ribbon going down her arms and around her back.

Her equally dark makeup gave Astoria a powerful aura and presence, one that Lavender never noticed back when they first met in Hogwarts all those years ago.

Lavender noticed that Nessa was freezing up, pausing where she stood and staring at the ground. The air seemed to change around them as Nessa fiddled with her fingers and Astoria licked her black lips.

"You must be Lavender Brown."

"Y-yes. We met a long time ago. Back in Hogwarts?"

"Yes, of course. Why don't you and I head to dinner? Nessa has chores to do."

"I do?" Nessa blinked.

"Yes, you do. Lily and Ginny made a mess in their room. Go and take care of it," she demanded, and Nessa bowed her head.

"Y-yes. Of course. Goodbye, Mistresses," she quickly stated, walking away from the two women, only to have a hand smack her ass.

Astoria spanked the maid's round rump, making her jump. She whimpered after the blow, or maybe it was a moan through her sealed teeth. She shuddered for a moment, before she continued to walk, leaving the two women alone.

"Now that we have some time to ourselves… Come along, Miss Brown," Astoria grinned, motioning Lavender to her side.

The two walked forward down the hall, with Astoria soon speaking to the guest. "I am glad you are here, Lavender."

"You are?"

"Yes. I find you and I are kindred spirits." That made the former waitress raise her brow, and Astoria smiled at her confusion. "Not too long ago, I was in a very similar position as you are now. No job, no friends, no family. Nothing too call my own, but prejudice and a bad reputation."

Lavender blinked, before her eyes widened. "Your curse-"

"Yes. Not only that, but the fate of being related to Draco Malfoy," she sighed. "I was with him for only a short time, but because I did the world hated me for it."

"I'm… I'm sorry," Lavender muttered, her head hanging low as Astoria placed a hand on the door and pushed it open.

"Don't be. James saved me, like he is you."

Lavender's brow rose up, before she saw who was in the dinner room. She froze, spotting the Parvati siblings together with plates in hand. They were serving James his food, putting down a wide array of delicious meals and treats on the table. The two looked at James with adoring eyes, smiling at him as they served him like, well, maids.

"Ah, Lavender. Please, sit down. Join me."

Lavender did as she was asked, though her eyes were on the sisters and their… revealing outfits, if one could call them that. They were just wearing aprons on their naked bodies. That's it. Nothing else but the white fabric that barely covered their tits and failed to actually cover their crotches. Like they were made more for showing off their bodies than protecting themselves in the kitchen.

"Ah, the Parvati Siblings. Yes, I helped them with their restaurant not too long ago."

"Our business would have went under if not for James' help," one sister admitted. "So we supply him with our cooking, free of charge whenever he asks."

"You seem to make a habit of helping women," Lavender commented.

"Only the pretty ones," James replied with a wink. That made Lavender's cheeks turn red for a moment as both of the sisters moved to either side of James. They both kissed his cheeks, smacking their lips against him, before standing up fully and walking away.

"Have a good feast, Master James."

"Let us know if you need anything else."

Both women then left the room. They walked towards Lavender, who watched them greet Astoria with kisses and hugs. Lavender's jaw dropped as she watched their breasts all rubbing against one another, and one of the siblings' tits burst out from under her apron.

The three treated it like a joke, giggling together before they left the dining room to James and Lavender.

"You must have questions," James commented, and Lavender whipped her head back towards the man. "I know, I know. I'll be blunt with you, my dear. I have a harem." Lavender shouldn't have been surprised. It seemed obvious given everything she had seen. "Many women call me their lover, their Master, and I do my best to give them all what they need as long as they want it. Sometimes that's money, love, or a firm hand."

Lavender opened her mouth, before she bit her lower lip. "Is that why you brought me here?"

"No. I brought you here to save you. You've been abused and hurt by too many people. You deserve another chance."

"And that's it."

"I won't force you to do anything," he promised, and Lavender glanced down at her food. She didn't say anything. She stabbed some meat with her fork, bringing it to her mouth to chew it.

"You… you aren't like most men I know. Ron, Harry, my boss…"

"I know. I'm one of a kind," he smiled, and Lavender returned the gesture.

A small smile as she took one step closer to a better life.

The truest test of this new arrangement came in only a few nights. Lavender felt her bones ache and twist inside of her, and she ground her teeth as she felt the same pain as before wracking at her body, splitting her in two.

"I-it feels like… like I'm breaking apart," she whispered, trembling as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "T-the medicine helps keep me from changing, but I can still feel it. My body is trying t-to-"

His hand touched hers. She turned her head to stare at James, feeling his fingers tighten around her. "You're… You need to leave, James. I've told you-"

"I'm not moving."

"There's a chance-" A small one. "-t-that I could change."

"Okay," he replied, before he reached down.

Lavender moved and she remembered where she was. On her bed, in her room, with James by her side. He insisted on being here. It was the first time in years anyone had ever bothered to… stay with her during a full moon.

He dunked a rag into a bowl of water, before bringing it to her forehead. The cool water eased the burning under her skin for a moment, and she groaned.

"It hurts."

"I know. I can't give you anymore painkillers. Any more and it'll do more harm than good."

"Y-you're the first person to… to want to help me," she muttered. She growled, trembling. "Does part of you want to get hurt or something?" she bitterly asked.

"More of a pain giver than taker," he replied, winking at her, and she actually laughed at that, before groaning in pain. "Besides, I bet I could take you in a fight."

"You're cute," she chuckled, before her hands began to tremble. His hands caught them, gently squeezing them as her nails dug into his skin. "T-thank you," she cried, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."

Eventually Lavender blacked out. She slept, and in her sleep she was a normal witch again. It was a common dream of hers, but this time, James was with her. He protected her, cared for, and he… loved her.

He was true to his word. He cared for her, defending and loving her against the cruel world.

He was like no one she had ever met. The first person in a long time to treat her as Lavender Brown, not a monster, not a victim.

He saved her. She had dreamed of a knight in shining armor coming to rescue her, but she always thought it'd be just that. Yet James did it. He was a dream come true and she didn't know how to repay him for that.

Weeks had passed and James had been a man of his word. He didn't lay a hand on Lavender, but he did lay both of his hands on many, many other women.

Lavender soon learned that James wasn't lying or exaggerating. The amount of women that came to his room to be… to make love with him was staggering. Lavender knew so many of them, but what was shocking was how many she didn't know.

Just… so many women all crawling to James and his bed, and Lavender would never hear them. His room had a spell on it to keep her from hearing anything. She could sleep soundly while he was fucking his harem of sluts and whores.

This went on for over a month. James never harmed her, never threatened her, he never did anything but treat her kindly and like a person. It was a sensation that Lavender had not experienced in a very long time, and as the days passed, she found herself… hungry.

She wanted to be with him like the other girls were. Not out of the same animal lust the other women had, but a genuine need to just… be with him. He treated her like a person, and she wanted so badly to feel that same sensation in his arms.

Was this love? She honestly didn't know. She just knew that she had a debt and that she wanted to repay it with the one thing of value she had.

She waited for a night where the house was mostly empty. She didn't want any competition for this. She waited for the night to blanket the sky, the moon hanging bright over the world as she stared at the door to James' room.

She knew most of the harem wasn't here. They were off living their own lives, leaving her with the man she desired.

Lavender walked forward, her every step near silent as she tugged on the door to James' room. It was pulled open as Lavender peeked her head inside. Her acute senses picked up only a few people inside.

Nessa and Ginny were on the floor, sleeping together with their arms wrapped around the other. They cuddled, moaning quietly as Lavender saw that Astoria was against James, cuddling against his bare chest.

The entire room reeked of sex. The smell was almost assaulting, but there was something about the pain that just sent shivers down Lavender's back. Good shivers. Like a shot of dopamine.

The young woman licked her lips as she moved closer, approaching James. She found him sleeping on his bed, the moonlight cascading down her body as she leaned down to peck the top of his head.

That gentle show of affection was all that she needed to stir him awake, and James opened his eyes to find Lavender over him.

He blinked, surprise clear in his eyes as he looked at her body. She made sure he could see as much as he could. The moon shined on her lingerie, revealing the see-through nature and her own large breasts. Her curly, golden locks, her loving smile…

The reason why she was here was clear, but he still had to make sure.

"Lavender-"

"Shh. Tonight, I don't want you to treat me like a person," she whispered, leaning down until their lips were inches apart. She brushed a lock of hair from her eyes, leaning in close to whisper at him again. "I want you to treat me like a woman. Your woman."

She kissed him, and for a moment, James did nothing. Their lips pressed together, before her tongue gently darted against his sealed lips. Then he opened his mouth and welcomed her tongue, pulling her down onto the bed. She fell onto him, laying on him like he was the bed as their lips mashed together.

"Thank you," she panted, when the kiss finally ended. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank-" He kissed her again, silencing her as her lips pressed against him. The only thing keeping their skin from touching was the thin, pink fabric Lavender wore.

It was easy for James to pull up the gown, exposing her pussy. He didn't even need to look to do it, but for the young woman, actually feeling his cock against her was unreal. All those nights in the back of the restaurant was nothing like this. None of them were this intimate, none of them felt like this.

It was like electricity in the air. Fire in her veins. Desire in her heart and soul.

"Fuck, I-I feel your cock," she groaned, feeling it poking at her belly. "It feels huge. No wonder so many women want you."

"You know you don't have to do this," James whispered, and Lavender giggled. She had never heard a man say that before.

"I know. That's what makes this so fucking hot," she moaned,

She lifted herself up, hovering her wet, dripping pussy over the cock. It dripped down onto the shaft, and she moaned quietly. She slid her body down, letting the tip of the cock kiss her wet slit. She moaned quietly, before she sank herself down lower, feeling the cock pushing into her wet cunt.

Her hands fell on his chest, stroking his muscles as she felt like going through her body. James smiled, not even touching her as she sank lower and lower on his cock, feeling him filling her wet cunt, spreading her apart…

"Y-you're bigger than the other men I-"

"Obviously." His hand smacked her ass and she squeaked, her pussy spazzing from the blow. It tightened around half of the cock, before she continued to slide down to take the rest.

She moaned loudly, unable to keep her voice down as James' hands stroked her smooth thighs. His nails dragged along her skin as she trembled, pussy juices coating the shaft as she finally took the entire member inside of her.

The gorgeous blonde was panting, unable to control her voice. Thankfully the other sluts were so fucked silly that they didn't even wake up to her mewling cries. James watched as she pressed her hands against his body, lifting herself up, before dropping back down on his shaft.

Up and down, her breasts bounced with each fall. Soon James lifted his hands up to grope and squeeze the soft tits. He pressed his thumbs against her nipples, earning a moan from his rough hands.

Rough, but more loving and caring than anyone she had met through work.

She rose and fell on his cock, moaning every minute as he pounded her body. The thick member was slamming into her, pressing against her womb as she moaned loudly, gasping and panting with passionate breaths. Her fingers scratched as his chest as he continued to fuck her, the tip of the dick kissing the entrance to her womb.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, already feeling herself coming close to a climax. "Your cock is so good. It's sooo good, Master," she whimpered. Tears were falling down her face, dripping onto his chest as she mewled loudly. "Juh-James…"

Her pussy tightened once more around the shaft, before she practically screamed in pleasure. She came around his cock, squeezing the beast in a warm and wet embrace that left James moaning as well.

Lavender felt her body shaking and quivering from ecstasy. Her toes curled and her muscles spasmed out of control, before James suddenly got up. Lavender gasped, picked up so easily by his strong hands.

James held her by her hips, digging his fingers into her as he slammed his crotch into hers. Now he wasn't letting her ride her, he was fucking her! He was filling her pussy with his entire shaft with every body-shaking thrust.

The speed and rhythm was completely different than when Lavender was in control. hammering his dick into her. It was like a piston to some Muggle machine.

James fucked her faster and faster, letting his balls slap against her body as he grinned down at her. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, and he saw the way she trembled everytime he dragged his dick along the wet, inner walls of her womanhood. Every slide sent jolts of pleasure into her, making her quiver and tremble with gasping moans and panting breath. She hugged him, squeezing her body against his, letting her tits be sandwiched between them.

Lavender continued to scream and moan.. Her girly moans and cries filled the room, and some of the other women began to stir from their sleep. Of course, when they opened their eyes to watch their Master breaking in the newest slut, they just smiled and fell back to sleep. Her screams were like music to their ears...

James slammed Lavender's body against the wall behind her, still impaling her on his shaft as she squealed with pleasure. She came yet again, her pussy tightening around his shaft. Her legs, caught between them, were bent back nearly to her head as James plowed her. He moved his hands from her hips to maul and squeeze her tits, playing with her nipples as her body shivered.

"Fuck… S-so good…"

His dick thrusted in and out of her as she cried out his name, almost not able to breathe from the constant moans she gave out. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck! James, you're ah, ahh, ah! A beast…!"

James placed a hand on Lavender's chin, lifting her head up to kiss her. He sucked on her lips, before he shoved his tongue into her mouth. She happily did her best to kiss back, meeting his tongue with licks and wet smacks against the other.

"I-I'm gonna cum again!" she confessed, breaking the kiss so their eyes could meet. "P-puh, please. C-cum with me?"

"Of course, my dear," he teased, and she moaned loudly as his member throbbed inside of her tight pussy.

Lavender flexed her pussy, knowing just how to tighten it around his massive dick. James moaned again, and he closed his eyes as his dick throbbed. Almost like a heartbeat. It trembled inside of her tight pussy, before he released a wave of cum into her.

It was the greatest orgasm Lavender had ever experienced.

His cum flowed into her body, coating her walls, flooding her insides until his seed was dripping down onto the ground. . Lavender went limp in his arms, still shivering as waves of pleasure ran through her mind and body. Her muscles were still twitching as she stared up at James.

Her eyes seemed to spin in her skull as she panted, lifting her hands to clumsily stroke his frame.

"J-James… I, I love you," she confessed as tears continued to fall down her face.

"And I you, Lavender," he replied, leaning down to peck her forehead.

An almost chaste act that made Lavender quiver with ecstasy.

"You're not stopping here, are you?"

"Of course not," he replied with a toothy grin. His seed continued to drip out of her as he leaned in close, pecking those lips again and again. "I'm just going on easy on you."

"Mmhm, you're too kind, but please. Feel free to fuck my brain out," she replied, dragging her tongue along his lips before he did as she asked. Her words were quickly replaced with loud, passionate moans as his cock filled her pussy once more. The only difference this time was that with each thrust he sent more of her cum spurting out of her.

It was a mess, but she was sure Nessa could take care of it later.