Chapter 15

Over the next 2 months, you maintain the façade of redemption during the day, working diligently to project an image of a changed man. Your newfound dedication to your studies and lack of vitriol towards Gryffindors is noticed by all, including the teachers. Professor Potter, in particular, seems pleasantly surprised by your improved attitude and performance in Muggle studies.

In the evenings, you and the Potter sisters dedicate yourselves to intense training. Iris works with you on advanced duelling techniques. Her experienced hands guide yours through complex spell formations, her green eyes sharp and focused as she watches your progress. Jasmine drills you on theory and counter-spells. Her quiet voice rings out clearly as she explains each concept in detail. Rose pushes you to your physical limits, dodging, running and weight training.

The Potter sisters also work diligently, brewing potions that will enhance your training. The potions they create have subtle but powerful effects. One accelerates muscle growth and recovery, allowing you to build strength at an exponential rate. Another sharpens your reflexes, making you react faster than ever before. A third potion enhances your mental clarity and focus, letting you process information at an accelerated speed.

You can feel the changes in your body as you train, your muscles growing more defined and powerful with each passing day. Your reactions become lightning-fast, your mind sharp and alert. The potions work in harmony with your efforts, pushing you beyond your natural limits. The sisters watch you with pride as you demonstrate the results of their combined efforts. You reward the sisters for their hard work and dedication with passionate, intimate sessions.

As you stand in the empty corridor outside the duelling club, you can hear Lyra inside, the soft sounds of her practicing echoing through the door. Her determined footsteps and the occasional crack of a spell being cast are clear evidence of her dedication to her craft.

You push open the door to the duelling club, the hinges creaking softly in the still air. The room is dimly lit, the flickering lights casting long shadows across the floor. Lyra stands in the centre of the room, her wand pointed at a practice dummy. Her curly black hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She's wearing her Slytherin robes, the green material clinging to her slim figure. As you enter, she turns to face you, her amethyst eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Black," you call out, your voice mocking as you saunter into the room. Your robes swish around your ankles, the dark fabric a stark contrast to the pale stone of the floor. You can feel the weight of your wand in your pocket, the familiar heft of it a reassurance as you face your rival.

Lyra's eyes narrow with suspicion as she hears your mocking tone. She doesn't waste any time with words, immediately firing off a spell in your direction. The crack of the incantation fills the room, and you can feel the wind of the projectile as it narrowly misses your head. "Fuck off Malfoy." She says, as you put up your hands and reply, "I just want to talk."

Undeterred, she launches another attack, her wand movements fluid and precise. The spell slams into the wall behind you, the stone cracking under the impact. You can see the anger in her amethyst eyes, the way her jaw clenches as she prepares for another ****.

Her slim figure tenses, ready to spring into action. The Slytherin robes part slightly as she shifts her stance, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. You can't help but admire the way her body moves, the coiled energy and grace that make her such a formidable duelist.

You approach her, your words dripping with malice. "I had this whole speech planned about forgiveness and second chances." Your lips curl into a cruel smirk as you move closer. "But I think I prefer this honestly. I'm going to beat you into the ground and **** you."

Lyra's face contorts in shock, her amethyst eyes widening as she processes your words. For a moment, she's frozen, caught off guard by your brutal honesty. But she quickly recovers, her face hardening into a mask of fury. "You bastard," she snarls, her wand already moving to cast another spell. "I'll make you regret those words."

The room fills with the crack of spells as Lyra launches a flurry of attacks, her movements fast and precise. Each spell misses you by mere inches, the **** of the magic sending sparks flying across the room. Your own body reacts instinctively, ducking and weaving to avoid her assaults.

You begin to cast spells in Lyra's direction, your wand movements fluid and precise. You can see the confusion in her amethyst eyes as she realizes that your counter-spells are weaker than she expected. She takes advantage of this, launching a barrage of spells that **** you to retreat.

Lyra's face is flushed with exertion and triumph, her curly black hair escaping from its ponytail in wild tendrils. Her slim body moves with a newfound confidence, her robes fluttering around her legs as she advances on you. She's certain that she has the upper hand.

You continue to cast spells, but each one is weaker than the last. You can see the growing arrogance in Lyra's expression, the way her lips curl into a smug smile as she thinks she has you cornered. You deliberately stumble, allowing Lyra to press her advantage. She moves in for the kill, her wand aimed at your chest. "Expulso!" she shouts, the spell launching towards you with deadly precision. At the last moment, you sidestep, using your enhanced reflexes to avoid the worst of it. The spell grazes your shoulder, knocking you to the side. But you don't falter. Instead, you use the momentum to close the distance between you and Lyra.

As you tackle Lyra, her wand flies from her grip, clattering across the stone floor. Her amethyst eyes flash with shock and anger as she's driven to the ground, her slim body hitting the cold stone with a thud. Her curly black hair spills around her face as she struggles beneath you.

You pin her to the floor, your body pressing against hers as you straddle her waist. She thrashes beneath you, her hands pushing against your chest in an attempt to break free. "Get off me, you bastard!" she snarls, her face flushed with anger and exertion. But her words are laced with fear as she realizes her predicament. She can feel the heat of your body against hers, the strength in your grip as you hold her down. Lyra's amethyst eyes meet yours, defiance and anger warring in their depths.

You pin Lyra's arms to the side with your knees, your body weight keeping her trapped beneath you. She struggles, but your enhanced strength from the past two months of training makes it impossible for her to break free. Her chest heaves with exertion, her slim figure straining against the confines of her robes as she attempts to wriggle free.

"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" Lyra snarls, her amethyst eyes flashing with hatred as she glares up at you. But even as she speaks, you can see the first hints of fear beginning to seep into her gaze. Her curly black hair is spread out around her head, a stark contrast to the pale stone floor. She's fully aware of the precariousness of her situation, of the power you now have over her. You can feel the heat of her body beneath you, the quickened pace of her breathing.

You raise your wand, aiming it at Lyra's face. "Quietus," you murmur, the spell activating with a soft glow. Immediately, Lyra's shouts diminish to barely a whisper. Her amethyst eyes widen in surprise and fear, realizing that you've just reduced her cries for help.

Her slim body stills beneath you, her breathing ragged as she glares up at you. You can see the hatred simmering in her gaze, the defiance that refuses to be broken. Her curly black hair frames her face, a few tendrils clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. You sit back slightly, your knees still pinning her arms to the side, your weight pressing down on her stomach.

You lean down, your face inches from hers. "Scream all you want, Black," you taunt, your voice low and menacing. "No one can hear you now."

"All those years," you snarl, your words dripping with malice as you vanish Lyra's robes, her slim, pale body now exposed to the cool air of the duelling club. She gasps, the cold air hitting her skin as she struggles beneath you. Your hands move to caress her exposed skin, feeling her tremble beneath your touch. "You and Potter throwing experimental curses and using untested prank potions on me." Your fingers trail down her sides, teasing and tormenting her as you savor your ****. Her small breasts rise and fall rapidly, her nipples hardening in the cool air despite her anger. "Now it's my turn, Black."

Lyra's body tenses as you continue to touch her, her muscles quivering with suppressed rage and fear. She's fully aware of her helplessness, of the power you now hold over her.

"You know whats funny black, you parade your friendship and loyalty to Potter all over Hogwarts but where were you when I spent these past few months **** the potter sisters." you taunt her.

Your words hit Lyra like a physical blow, her amethyst eyes widening in shock and horror. "What?" she gasps, her body tensing beneath you. Her slim form shakes as the implications of your words sink in. "You're lying."

You chuckle darkly, your hand trailing down her stomach. "I'm not lying, Black. Iris, Jasmine, and Rose have been under my control for months now. They've done everything I've asked of them, including being my personal fuck toys." Your fingers dip lower, teasing at the waistband of her underwear. "And they've been very, very obedient."

Lyra's face contorts in revulsion and betrayal. "No," she breathes, her body shuddering beneath your touch. "They wouldn't." But even as she speaks, some doubt creeps into her words.

You smirk down at Lyra, your eyes glinting with malice. "You shouldn't worry too much about it, Black," you taunt, your voice dripping with cruelty. "You'll be joining them soon. I'm going to potion you to the gills and **** you till you're nothing more than my willing slut."

Lyra's amethyst eyes widen in horror at your words, her slim body trembling beneath you. "No," she whimpers, her voice barely audible due to the Quietus spell. "I won't let you." But even as she speaks, you can see the fear beginning to take hold, the realization that she's utterly at your mercy.

You chuckle darkly, your hand moving to cup her breast, feeling the soft flesh yielding beneath your fingers. "Oh, but you will, Black," you murmur, your thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. "And you'll beg for it, but I won't potion you till after I've **** you," you say, your voice dripping with malice. "I want you to feel everything first."

Lyra's amethyst eyes brim with tears as she pleads with you. "Please, those were just pranks," she whimpers, her slim body quivering beneath your touch. "You threw spells back just as much as Harry and me."

Your hand connects sharply with Lyra's cheek, the crack echoing in the empty duelling club. Her amethyst eyes flash with pain and anger as she recoils, a bright red mark appearing on her pale skin. "The difference," you snarl, your words dripping with venom, "is that the spells I used were documented. They were easily countered."

Your hand trails down her neck, fingers wrapping around her throat as your face draws near. "The spells and Potions you and Potter used weren't." A haunted look flickers across your face, replaced quickly by renewed anger. "Do you even know what you cost me?" Your grip tightens slightly, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to remind her of her helplessness.

Releasing her, you use your wand to vanish Lyra's panties, leaving her completely exposed beneath you. Her amethyst eyes widen in shock and humiliation as the cool air hits her most intimate places. Before she can react, you cast a spell Iris and Jasmine created for this exact scenario and a shimmering web of magical ropes appears, coiling around her chest and her slim arms and binding them in an intricate shibari pattern.

Lyra gasps as the ropes constrict, pulling her arms taut behind her back and arching her back. The ropes glow with a soft light, their magic keeping her immobile and ****. She writhes beneath you, her pale skin flushed with fear.

"Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible through the Quietus spell. "Don't do this, Malfoy." Tears glisten in her amethyst eyes as she pleads, her slim body trembling. "I'll do anything, just let me go."

You stand and strip down as you levitate her into the air. Her amethyst eyes flash with shock as she sees you strip naked, her slim form now floating at waist height. The shibari ropes glow softly, keeping her arms bound tightly behind her back as you admire your handiwork.

"You'll do anything I want regardless, Black," you murmur, your words taking on a darker, more possessive quality. Your hands roam her exposed body, caressing her sides and cupping her breasts. She shivers under your touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as you explore her curves. Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat, as she tries to maintain some dignity despite her precarious position.

You conjure a vial of lubricant with a wave of your wand, the viscous liquid sloshing softly within the glass container. Lyra's amethyst eyes widen as she watches you, her bound body trembling with fear. You can see the revulsion on her face, the way her nose wrinkles in disgust as she realizes what the vial contains.

You pop the cork stopper with your thumb, the sweet scent of the magical lubricant filling the air. "Now, now, Black," you taunt, your voice dripping with cruelty. "Don't look so shocked. I don't want to hurt you too badly." You pour the slick substance over your erect cock, the cool liquid instantly warming as the enchantments take effect. Lyra's eyes dart between your face and your now glistening shaft, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

You spread Lyra's thighs apart, her slim legs trembling as she's **** to expose herself to you. Her amethyst eyes flash with humiliation and anger as you step between her parted legs, the glistening lubricant on your cock a stark reminder of what's to come. The magical ropes holding her aloft glow softly, keeping her in place for your pleasure. Your hands grip her hips as you position yourself at her entrance.

You thrust forward, your cock pushing past Lyra's virgin barrier with a sharp cry from her. The lube helps, but not enough to fully mask the pain as you enter her for the first time. Her amethyst eyes widen in shock and agony, tears springing to the corners as you fill her completely. Her untouched walls clench around your shaft, the tightness overwhelming despite the slick lubricant.

"Fuck," you grunt, savoring the feel of her virgin pussy enveloping you. You pause for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion before you begin to move. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, the sensation of conquering her virginity fueling your lust.

Lyra whimpers beneath you, her body trembling as you claim her innocence. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks, her slim form quivering with each thrust.

Your hands grip her hips tightly, leaving faint marks on her pale skin as you thrust into her. The sound of your bodies slapping together fills the duelling club, mixing with Lyra's whimpers of pain and protest. Despite her lack of arousal, the lube and your relentless thrusting have caused her insides to heat up, a telling sign of her body's involuntary response to the stimulation.

You can feel Lyra's pussy growing wetter as you thrust into her, her body betraying her despite her best efforts. Her slim form trembles beneath you, tears still flowing down her face as she's **** to accept the pleasurable feelings that are beginning to surface. "Looks like your pussy is warming up to me, Black," you taunt, your voice dripping with cruelty.

The magical ropes binding her arms glow softly, still keeping her helplessly suspended in the air. Your cock slides in and out of her wetter pussy with ease now, the lube combined with her growing arousal allowing for smoother movements. You can see the conflict on her face - the revulsion warring with the unwanted pleasure as her body responds to your relentless thrusting.

"You're such a good little slut," you purr, your hands gripping her hips harder as you pick up the pace. "Even your body knows it wants this, doesn't it?" Lyra's breath hitches as you thrust into her wetter pussy, her amethyst eyes flashing with anger and humiliation. "No," she whimpers, her slim body quivering beneath your touch. "I don't want this." But even as she speaks, you can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, her body betraying her words. The magical ropes binding her arms glow softly, a reminder of her helplessness as you take her virginity.

You chuckle darkly, your hands moving to caress her breasts as you continue to thrust into her. "Your body doesn't lie, Black," you taunt, your thumb brushing over her nipple. "It's responding just like a good little slut should." You can see the conflict on her face - the revulsion warring with the pleasurable feelings that are beginning to surface despite her best efforts.

Lyra's amethyst eyes flash with hatred as she spews vitriol at you, her slim body trembling with each thrust. "You disgusting bastard," she spits, her voice hoarse from the strain of holding back her cries. "I'll never be yours, no matter what you do to me." Her bound arms strain against the magical ropes, the shimmering bonds glowing brightly in response to her struggles.

Despite her words, you can feel her pussy growing wetter around your cock, her body betraying her desire. You smirk down at her, your hands gripping her hips tightly as you drive into her with renewed vigor. "Keep telling yourself that, Black," you taunt, your voice dripping with cruelty. "But your pussy tells a different story."

Lyra's face contorts in humiliation and anger, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I'll kill you, I swear one day I will kill you," she snarls, her slim body quivering beneath you.

You laugh darkly at Lyra's threats, your thrusts becoming more forceful as you continue to take her. Her slim body shakes beneath you, her amethyst eyes flashing with hatred as she glares up at you. "Keep fighting, Black," you taunt, your hands roaming her exposed skin. "It just makes this better."

You slow your thrusts, your cock still buried deep inside Lyra's pussy as you lean down to whisper in her ear. "You know, Black," you murmur, your voice dripping with malice, "I have a special potion prepared just for you."

Lyra's amethyst eyes widen in shock and fear, her slim body tensing beneath you. "What potion?" she whimpers, her voice barely audible through the Quietus spell.

A cruel smile plays across your lips as you continue, "It's a potion I made, designed to lower your inhibitions and make you more... receptive to my touch." Your hands trail down her sides, teasing her sensitive skin. "With each dose, you'll become more subservient, more eager to please me. And after three doses..." You pause for effect, your words hanging heavy in the air. You smirk down at Lyra, enjoying the fear in her eyes as you describe the effects of the potion. "After three doses, Black, you'll be completely mine. Your mind, your body, your very will - all of it will belong to me." Your hands move to cup her face, your thumbs brushing over her tear-stained cheeks. "You'll crave my touch, beg for my cock."

Lyra shudders beneath you, her slim body trembling with a mix of revulsion and **** arousal. "No," she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper. "I won't let you. I'll fight it." But even as she speaks, you can see the doubt creeping into her amethyst eyes, the realization that she may not be able to resist the potion's power.

"Someone will notice," she insists, her words carrying a **** edge. "My father, or Aunt Lily, or Harry and Daphne." Her face contorts with anger and defiance. "They'll see what you've done to me."

"Like you and they noticed what I did to the Potter sisters?" you taunt, your words dripping with malice. You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear as you continue, "Once I have you potioned up, you'll act just as you have, but with your priorities shifted to me." Your hands roam her body possessively, tracing the curves of her slim form. "You'll be their friend, but only to serve my purposes. You'll protect them, but only if it benefits me." Your thrusts slow, becoming more deliberate as you drive the point home. "You'll love them, but your deepest loyalty will always be to me." Your mocking laughter echoes in the duelling club, your cock still buried deep inside Lyra's pussy. Her slim body tenses beneath you, her face contorting in horror as she realizes the full extent of your plan.

You ignore Lyra's futile protests, your cock throbbing inside her as you pound into her with renewed vigor. Her slim body bounces with each thrust, her bound arms straining against the magical ropes as she tries to escape your relentless ****. The duelling club echoes with the sounds of your skin slapping against hers, mingling with her quiet cries of pain and humiliation.

You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure radiating from your groin as you drive into her over and over again. Lyra's amethyst eyes widen in horror as she realizes you don't intend to pull out, her slim body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable. Your thrusts become more erratic, your cock pulsing inside her as you near your peak.

You grunt in satisfaction as you reach your climax, your cock throbbing and pulsing inside Lyra's tight, wet pussy. Her slim body shudders in disgust as she feels your hot cum flooding her insides, filling her up with your essence. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks as she's **** to accept your seed, her amethyst eyes wide with revulsion and humiliation.

"Fuck, yes," you groan, your hips jerking as the last spurts of your cum coat her walls. You grind against her, making sure every drop is deposited deep inside her. The duelling club is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and Lyra's muffled sobs, the air thick with the scent of sex and the afterglow of your conquest. You remain buried inside her for a long moment, savoring the feel of her wet, cum-filled pussy gripping your cock.

You slowly pull your softening cock out of Lyra's abused pussy, a trickle of your cum dripping out onto the stone floor. Her slim body trembles as you gently lower her to the ground, the magical ropes dissolving into thin air as soon as she's no longer suspended. She lands in a crumpled heap, her amethyst eyes dazed and unfocused, her black hair a tangled mess around her head.

You stand over her, admiring your handiwork as she lies there, naked and defiled. Her pale skin is flushed and marked with the red imprints of your hands, a stark reminder of the **** you just inflicted upon her. Her thighs are sticky with your cum, the viscous fluid slowly seeping out of her pussy. Lyra's chest heaves with ragged breaths as she tries to process what just happened, her mind reeling from the trauma and the unwanted pleasure that surfaced despite her best efforts.

You pull out three vials of the potion, the dark liquid sloshing inside as you set them down near Lyra's crumpled form. She flinches at the sound, her amethyst eyes widening as she realizes what they contain. You crouch down, scooping her up into your arms and pulling her against your chest. She's limp and unresisting, her slim body trembling against yours as you hold her tight.

"There, there, my sweet Lyra," you murmur, your voice dripping with mock concern. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Your hand strokes down her back, tracing the curve of her spine as you hold her close, preventing her from running away or fighting back.

You sit down near the vials on the floor, holding Lyra in your lap. She squirms weakly, trying to resist, but you hold her firm against your chest. You grab the first vial and bring it to her lips. She clamps them shut, her amethyst eyes flashing with defiance even as tears glisten on her cheeks. You smirk, amused by her futile efforts.

"Now, now, Lyra," you murmur, your voice dripping with mock concern. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be." You trace the rim of the vial along her closed lips, smearing a bead of the dark liquid onto her skin. "Open up for me, sweetness."

Lyra whimpers, her slim body trembling in your arms. But she remains stubbornly silent, refusing to give in. You chuckle darkly, your fingers moving to pinch her nose. As her mouth opens to breathe, you take the opportunity to pour the potion down her throat. She gags and splutters, trying to spit it out, but it's too late. The dark liquid slides down her throat, its magic already beginning to take effect. Her body stiffens, then relaxes as the potion's influence spreads through her system.

You hold Lyra close, feeling her slim body tense and relax as the first dose of the potion takes effect. Her amethyst eyes flutter closed, then open again, now clouded with a dreamy, submissive quality. Her face tilts up towards you, her face still tear-stained but now showing a subtle, enigmatic smile. You can feel her muscles softening in your arms, her body becoming more pliant and receptive to your touch.

You stroke her hair, your fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "There, there, my sweet Lyra," you murmur, your words dripping with false tenderness. "You're feeling better now, aren't you?" She nods slowly, her head lolling against your chest as the potion works its magic. Her slim body presses closer to yours, seeking comfort even as she's confused by her own actions.

Lyra's eyes flutter open, a moment of clarity breaking through the potion's haze. She tries to push away from you, her slim body tensing as she attempts to resist. "No," she mumbles, her words slurred and indistinct. "I don't want this."

Her struggles are half-hearted at best, her body betraying her even as she fights back. The potion has already begun to weaken her will, making her movements slow and uncoordinated. You can see the conflict in her amethyst eyes - the desire to fight battling with the growing need to submit to you. Her face contorts with confusion as she realizes her own actions don't match her thoughts.

"You're so strong, Lyra," you taunt, your hands gripping her hips firmly. "But the potion's already working, you can feel it, can't you?" Your hands grip Lyra's hips firmly, holding her in place as she weakly struggles against you. Her slim body feels hot and pliant against your touch, the potion's effects already beginning to take hold. You can see the confusion and conflict in her amethyst eyes as she tries to make sense of her own actions.

"That's it, my sweet Lyra," you murmur, your voice dripping with false tenderness. "You're feeling the magic of the potion, aren't you? It's making you want to please me, to submit to my every desire." Your hands roam her body possessively, tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist.

Lyra whimpers softly, her head lolling against your chest as the potion's influence grows stronger. "I don't want to," she mumbles, her words slurred and indistinct. "I want to kill you?"

You hold Lyra close as she struggles between hatred and desire. The first dose of the potion works its magic, slowly but surely turning her revulsion into a simmering need. Her slim body presses against yours, no longer fighting but instead seeking comfort in your embrace. Her amethyst eyes, still clouded with confusion and residual anger, dart to your face. "I don't understand," she whispers, her words laced with a new, softer quality.

You smile cruelly, one hand stroking her hair as the other traces patterns on her back. "It's okay," you purr, your voice dripping with false tenderness. "The potion is helping you see things more clearly." You can feel her body relaxing against yours, the conflict in her eyes gradually diminishing as the **** continues to work its effects. An hour passes as you hold her, the potion slowly but surely turning her hatred into a growing need to please you.

You give Lyra the second dose of the potion, holding the vial to her lips. This time, she hesitates for only a moment before parting them, allowing the dark liquid to slide down her throat. Her amethyst eyes flutter closed as the magic takes hold, her slim body shuddering against yours. You can feel the change in her, the potion's influence growing stronger with each passing second.

As the second dose settles into her system, Lyra's eyes open again, now filled with a hazy, dreamy quality. Her face tilts up towards you, a soft, enigmatic smile playing across her lips. "Draco," she murmurs, her voice low and breathy. "I... I feel so strange." Her slim fingers trace patterns on your chest, her touch light and exploratory.

The second dose of the potion hits Lyra hard, her slim body shuddering as the magic courses through her veins. Her amethyst eyes, now completely clouded with the ****'s influence, lock onto yours with an unnerving intensity. "Draco," she breathes, her words heavy with the potion's effects. "I feel... I feel good."

You can feel her body molding against yours, her resistance mostly gone as the potion takes further control. Her hands move more confidently now, exploring your chest and shoulders with gentle touches. "You're so handsome," she murmurs, her face tilting upwards as she gazes at you with newfound adoration. The potion has erased most of her former hatred, replacing it with an overwhelming desire to please you. Her slim body presses closer, seeking your touch as the **** works its magic.

Lyra's amethyst eyes flutter open, a brief moment of clarity piercing through the haze of the potion. She stares up at you, a flicker of fear and revulsion in her gaze as the memories of what transpired earlier come flooding back. Her slim body stiffens in your arms, a last-ditch effort to resist the ****'s influence.

"I... I don't want this," she stammers, her words slurred but determined. "I can't... I won't..." But even as she speaks, you can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her will and the potion's power.

You smirk down at her, your hands tightening on her hips. "Shh, Lyra," you murmur, your voice dripping with false comfort. "It's okay. I'm here, just relax and let me help." You can feel her body trembling against yours, torn between the urge to fight and the growing need to submit.

You hold Lyra close, feeling her slim body relax against yours as she listens to your heartbeat. The sound seems to soothe her, lulling her into a state of dazed tranquility. Her amethyst eyes, once filled with defiance and hatred, now gaze up at you with a soft, dreamy quality. The potion continues to work its magic, slowly but surely eroding the last vestiges of her resistance.

Lyra's fingers trace idle patterns on your chest, her touch feather-light and almost absent-minded. "Draco," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "Your heartbeat... It's so soothing." She nuzzles closer, burying her face against your neck as if seeking comfort in your very presence.

You can feel her body molding against yours. Her breaths come slow and steady now, the rhythm mirroring your own heartbeat.

You hold Lyra close for another hour, her slim body pressed against yours as the second dose of the potion continues its work. Her amethyst eyes flutter open occasionally, clouded with the ****'s influence, and each time she gazes at you with growing adoration. The potion has almost completely eroded her resistance, leaving her pliant and submissive in your arms.

As the final hour approaches, you can feel her body growing warmer, more responsive to your touch. Her hands move more purposefully now, caressing your chest and shoulders with increasing confidence. You can see the conflict in her eyes gradually diminishing, replaced by a growing need to please you. "Draco," she murmurs, her voice thick with the potion's effects. Her slim body arches against yours, seeking your touch as the **** works its magic. You give her the final dose, holding the vial to her lips.

Lyra's eyes open, and this time there's no haze of confusion or ****-induced stupor. They meet yours, clear and focused, a new intensity burning within their amethyst depths. "Draco," she says, her voice steady and strong. With the final dose of the potion, you've transformed Lyra, your greatest rival, into one of your most devoted servants. She retains all her faculties, all her wit and fire, but now it's all focused on pleasing you.

You feel her body shift against yours, her slim form molding to your touch as she sits up on your lap. Her hands come to rest on your chest, her fingers splaying, exploring your body. "What would you have me do, Draco?" she asks, her voice low and full of promise.

"I want you to betray Daphne, I want you to feed her my potion till she's just like you." You tell her.

Lyra's amethyst eyes flash with a mix of surprise and excitement at your command. She nods slowly, a small, secretive smile playing across her lips. "As you wish, Draco," she purrs, her voice dripping with promise. "I'll make sure Daphne joins us in our... special bond."

Her hands move up to cup your face, her thumbs tracing the curve of your cheekbones. "She'll be just like me soon," Lyra murmurs, her eyes locked onto yours with an intense, almost predatory gaze. "Devoted, obedient, and eager to please you in every way imaginable."

Lyra's slim body presses closer to yours, her breasts brushing against your chest as she leans in. Her lips hover mere inches from yours, her warm breath mingling with your own. "I can hardly wait to see her forget about Harry and focus her attention on you," she whispers.

"I want you to wait until Daphne is asleep, then come meet me in the common area. I'll give you a vial of the same potion I used on you," you instruct, your voice a low, seductive whisper. "Then, slowly and carefully, you'll feed her the potion. Make sure she doesn't wake up." Your hands trace the contours of Lyra's naked body as you issue your command.

Lyra's amethyst eyes gleam with understanding, her body arching into your touch as she listens intently. "I'll be as silent as a shadow," she assures you, her voice filled with determination. "Daphne won't suspect a thing until it's too late."

You lean in close to Lyra, your lips brushing against her ear as you issue your next command. "Once you give her the first dose, I want you to come and get me," you tell her, your voice a low rumble that sends shivers down her spine. "I'll be waiting."

Lyra nods, her black curls bouncing gently against her shoulders. Her amethyst eyes are alight with a fervent need to please you, a need that has been instilled in her by your potion's magic. "Yes, Draco," she replies, her voice a breathy whisper of anticipation and loyalty.

You trace the line of her jaw with your fingertips, the pads of your thumbs caressing the soft fullness of her lips.

You gently guide Lyra to her feet, your hands steadying her slim hips as she finds her balance. Rising to your own feet, you conjure a set of fresh school robes and underwear for her with a wave of your wand. The garments materialize out of thin air, draping elegantly over your arm as you hold them out for her.

You watch as Lyra slips into the fresh underwear and school robes. The black and green Slytherin colors suit her, accentuating her pale skin and dark hair. The robes cling to her slim frame, hinting at the curves beneath. Her amethyst eyes meet yours, awaiting further instruction.

"It's getting late, we'll carry out our plans for Daphne tomorrow," you instruct, stepping closer to her. Your hand reaches up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the soft skin of her neck. "For now, we need to avoid raising suspicion. Act as you normally would in public, Lyra."

She nods, her eyes never leaving yours. "I understand, Draco," she replies, her voice soft yet filled with resolve.