Astoria Greengrass

Standing in front of the armoire was a Slytherin girl who looked younger than someone in Harry’s year. Squinting, he noticed she looked a lot like Daphne Greengrass, meaning that she must be her younger sister. He remembered that Ginny once said her name was Astoria.

Smirking at him, she used her wand to gesture in his direction, saying, “that’s a nice look you got there Potter, I suggest listening to me if you don’t want anyone to hear about you wearing girls clothes.”

Looking down at his clothes, Harry realized that he was wearing a pink princess style dress while holding a pair of pink panties and pink heels. Mortified and worried he stammered out a reply, “o-ok, I-I’ll listen.”

“Good, but I want to hear you say it out loud. Tell me that you’ll follow my orders, and then say so mote it be so I know your serious,” she time him teasingly.

Hesitant because she didn’t want to actually follow her orders, but uncertain because he didn’t want anyone to find out, Harry didn’t respond fast enough for Astoria’s liking.

“Unless you want everyone to know that the boy-who-lived is a sissy cross dresser,” she threatened.

Shamed and frightened, Harry quickly spit out the words, “I swear that I’ll follow your orders, so mote it be.”

Nodding her head, Astoria looked very pleased before relying some orders to him, “Don’t tell anyone what we do together. Don’t tell anyone about your promise. Don’t try to get out of your promise. Act normally when we aren’t alone. Don’t divulge who I am to anybody. And when we’re alone call me as Mistress Astoria. ”

The realization of her orders set in, and Harry could tell that he had to follow her orders and was unable to refuse her.

Terrified, Harry could only wait as she made up her mind what to do with him.