A new target enters (Remake)

Suddenly, the silence of the café was shattered by the loud creak of the door flying open. Harry Potter burst into the room, his green eyes blazing with rage, his messy black hair sticking out in every direction as usual. His face was twisted with fury, cloak billowing behind him like he was ready for battle.

“Malfoy!” he roared, marching straight toward the table. “What the fuck is this talk about enslaving Ginny?! I’m going to kill you!”

The air in the café instantly thickened with tension. The patrons froze, watching the drama unfold. Draco didn’t waste a second. He grabbed his notebook and quickly scribbled a new line in his elegant, confident handwriting.

New rule: Harry Potter is now the complete and unconditional **** of Draco Malfoy.

In an instant, the effect hit. Harry stopped dead in the middle of a step, as if he’d slammed into an invisible wall. His body shuddered, his face twisting with inner conflict. Then, against his will, he lunged forward again — but not to attack. With a loud slap, a third magical contract dropped onto the table in front of Draco, landing on top of Ginny’s and Hermione’s parchments.

“Let me go, Malfoy,” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. Helpless fury boiled in his voice, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

Draco leaned back in his chair with a predatory, triumphant smirk. His silver eyes gleamed with pleasure.

“Not a fucking chance, Potter.”

He made a lazy gesture with his hand.

“Get on your knees and kiss my feet.”

Harry fought it with every cell in his body. The muscles in his face strained, but the ancient magic of the contract was stronger. Slowly, with visible disgust, the Chosen One dropped to his knees right in the middle of the café. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco’s expensive leather shoes, **** to leave a humiliating kiss on them. The sight was truly degrading: the great Harry Potter, defeater of the Dark Lord, on his knees before his sworn enemy.

“Good boy,” Draco drawled mockingly. “Now strip. Completely.”

Harry flushed with rage, but his body was already obeying. With hands shaking from anger, he started tearing off his clothes: first the cloak, then the sweater, shirt, trousers, and finally his underwear. Soon he was kneeling there completely naked. His fit, battle-scarred body was on full display for everyone. Between his legs hung a rather impressive cock, which made Draco sneer in contempt.

“Nah, that won’t do,” Malfoy purred.

He opened the notebook again and added another rule:

Old rule: The cock length of any **** must not exceed two inches.

In that same moment, Harry’s body reacted. His once-impressive cock shrank rapidly, shriveling into a pathetic, pale shadow of its former size — just two inches. It now looked comically small against the muscular body of the Chosen One.

“Much better,” Draco said with satisfaction, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the view.

Beside him stood or sat in humiliating positions two naked **** girls: Ginny, still with his cock in her mouth, and bound Hermione, **** to watch everything. Now the completely broken Harry Potter had joined them — naked, with a tiny dick, kneeling at the feet of his new master.

The air in the café was thick with tension, shame, and dark triumph. Draco slowly looked over his new slaves, already planning exactly how he would use them next. The notebook lay open before him, ready for any new desires, and the power it gave him felt truly limitless.