Chapter 17

The next morning, you wake up with a renewed sense of purpose. Lyra and Daphne are still asleep, their naked bodies tangled around yours. You carefully extricate yourself from their embrace, trying not to wake them as you get out of bed. You get dressed, your mind already racing with plans for the day. You know that Iris is your best chance at getting to Lily Potter, and you intend to use her to your advantage.

You go about your day, attending classes and biding your time until you can put your plan into action. The hours drag on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, the opportunity presents itself. You see Iris walking alone, her red hair a beacon in the crowded hallway. You quickly catch up to her, your hand snaking out to grasp her arm and pull her into an unused classroom.

Iris yelps in surprise, her green eyes wide as you push her up against the wall, your body pressing against hers. "Draco, you scared me, what are you doing?" she asks, her voice breathy.

You lean in close, your lips brushing against her ear as you speak. "I need your help, Iris," you purr, your voice low and seductive.

You pull back slightly, your eyes locking with Iris's as you reveal your plan. "I'm going to try and join your mother's Muggle Studies club," you say, your voice low and filled with dark promise. "And I want you to help convince her to let me join."

Iris's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. "You want to join my mother's club?" she asks, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Why?"

You smirk, your hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Let's just say I have a personal interest in getting to know your mother better," you purr, your fingers trailing down her cheek and along her jawline.

Iris shivers at your touch, her eyes darkening with desire. "I...I don't know if she'll agree," she says, her voice breathy. "She's very particular about who she lets into her study group."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Iris's ear as you speak. "Don't worry, I've already laid the groundwork," you whisper, your breath hot against her skin. "With my supposed change of heart, a little push from you, and I'm sure she'll agree."

Iris shivers at your words, her body trembling with anticipation. "What do you want me to do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You pull back, your eyes locking with hers as you give her a slow, wicked smile. "I want you to back me up," you purr, your hand sliding down her arm to intertwine with her fingers. "Tell her how much I've changed, how dedicated I am to learning about the Muggle world. Convince her that I deserve a chance to join her study group."

Iris nods, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination. "I'll do my best."

You and Iris make your way towards Lily's classroom, your heart racing with anticipation. As you approach the door, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come.

You push open the door, your eyes immediately falling on Lily. She's sitting at her desk, her head bent over a stack of papers as she grades them. Her long red hair is pulled back in a loose bun, stray tendrils framing her face. The afternoon light streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over her features.

You pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her. Even in the simple robes of a professor, she's stunning. Her green eyes are focused on her work, her full lips pursed in concentration. Your gaze trails down her body, taking in the swell of her breasts beneath her robes. It's unfortunate that the rest of her body is hidden by the desk.

Iris steps forward, her voice breaking the silence. "Mum?" Lily looks up, her green eyes widening in surprise as she sees you and Iris standing there. She sets down her quill, a smile spreading across her face as she stands up from her desk.

"Iris, Draco, what a pleasant surprise," she says, her voice warm and inviting. "What brings you two here?"

Iris glances at you, a nervous smile on her face. "Draco was just telling me how interested he is in your Muggle Studies class," she says, her voice slightly hesitant. "He was hoping to join your study group."

Lily's gaze turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Is that so?" she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of scepticism. "I wasn't aware you had an interest in Muggle Studies, Draco."

You nod, a subdued expression on your face. "I understand if you don't want me there," you say, your voice quiet and tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "But Iris and I got to talking, and I realised that I wanted to find out more about the Muggle world. I thought I'd ask, at least."

Lily's eyes soften at your words, her posture relaxing slightly. "I see," she says, her voice warm and understanding. "Well, I appreciate your interest, Draco. And I'm always happy to have more students eager to learn about Muggle culture."

She pauses for a moment, considering. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have you join us for a session or two," she says slowly. "Just to see how it goes. But I will warn you, Draco - I expect all study group members to take the subject seriously."

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. "Of course, Professor Potter," you say, your voice sincere and earnest. "I'll be on my best behaviour. I promise."

Lily smiles, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Very well then," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I look forward to having you in our group, Draco."

You feel a surge of triumph at her words, your heart racing with anticipation. This is it - the first step in your plan to claim Lily Potter as your own. With access to her study group, you'll have the perfect opportunity to get close to her, to worm your way into her heart and mind.

You glance at Iris, a wicked gleam in your eye. She smiles back, a knowing look on her face. She understands what this means - what you have planned for her mother. The game is on, and you intend to win.

Lily watches the interaction between you with a thoughtful look. "Draco, could I talk to you in private for a moment?"

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you. You turn to Iris, giving her a pointed look. "I'll catch up with you later," you say.

Iris nods, a knowing smile on her face. She understands what's at stake here - what you're planning. She turns to leave, but not before she whispers, "Good luck."

With that, she turns and leaves the classroom, the door closing softly behind her. You're left alone with Lily, the weight of her gaze heavy upon you.

Lily moves from her desk, her movements graceful and fluid. She walks towards you, her hips swaying with each step. You can't help but stare, your eyes drawn to the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts beneath her robes.

She stops in front of you, her green eyes locking with yours. "I just wanted to say. I'm sorry to hear what happened over the summer break, Draco." Her voice is soft and filled with genuine concern. "I don't know what Lucius was thinking, or why Narcissa went along with it, but if you ever want to talk, I'm willing to listen." As she speaks, she reaches out, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

Your face goes blank, anger flares before you bury it. You can use the sympathy, it will make her view you as some broken bird in need of healing, but the reminder of what transpired over the summer has shaken you.

You nod, swallowing hard as you try to regain your composure. "Thank you, Professor," you manage to say, your voice slightly hoarse. "I appreciate that."

Lily smiles, her green eyes warm and understanding. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting her hand fall away. "I mean it, Draco," she says softly. "If you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open."

You nod again, a fake smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I'll keep that in mind," you say, your voice a bit stronger now.

Lily looks at you for a moment longer before stepping back, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Well then," she says, her voice taking on a cheerful tone. "I suppose I should get back to grading these papers. I'll see you at the study group tomorrow."

You match her smile, your eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Of course," you say, your voice smooth and confident. "I look forward to it."

You and Iris make your way to the Muggle Studies club the next day, your heart racing with anticipation. As you enter the classroom, you see Harry standing there, his eyes wide with surprise and anger.

"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" he demands, his voice loud and accusing. He takes a step towards you, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You pause, your eyes narrowing as you take in the sight of him. He's wearing his usual Gryffindor robes, his messy black hair falling into his eyes. His face is flushed with anger, his jaw clenched tight.

Iris speaks up from your side, her voice calm and soothing. "Harry, it's okay, Draco's here to join the study group. He wants to learn more about the Muggle world."

Harry's eyes flash with disbelief, his gaze turning to Iris. "Are you serious?"

You can see the moment when realisation dawns on Harry's face, his eyes widening as he takes in how close Iris is standing to you. His gaze flicks between the two of you, a look of disbelief and anger spreading across his features.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demands, his voice rising in pitch. He takes a step towards you, his body tense with barely restrained fury. "Have you been messing with my sister, Malfoy?"

You fight to avoid smirking at him, the idiot truly has no idea how much you've done, though before you can respond, however, Iris steps forward, her voice calm and soothing. "Harry, it's not like that," she says, her hand coming to rest on his arm.

You watch as Iris lies smoothly, her voice calm and convincing. "We just met on the way here and started talking," she says, her hand still resting on Harry's arm.

Harry looks at her for a moment, his eyes searching her face for any sign of deceit. You can see the conflict raging within him - the desire to protect his sister warring with the knowledge that his mom could come in at any moment.

After a long moment, he nods, his posture relaxing slightly. "Fine," he says, his voice grudging. "But I'm warning you, Malfoy. If you try anything - and I mean anything - I'll make you regret it."

You nod, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I wouldn't dream of it, Potter," you drawl, your voice dripping with false sincerity.

You settle into a seat, Iris sliding gracefully into the chair beside you. Your eyes rove over her figure, taking in the way her uniform hugs her curves. The skirt rides up her thighs as she sits, exposing a tantalising glimpse of smooth, creamy skin. Her blouse strains against her ample breasts, the top button undone to reveal a hint of cleavage.

Lily enters the room then, all shimmering red hair and bright smiles, and calls the study group to order. Across the room, Harry glares daggers at you, his expression darkening with every giggle that escapes Iris' lips as you lean in close to whisper in her ear. You relish his jealousy, his impotent rage. If only he knew the truth - that his precious sister is yours now.

The study group drags on, Lily lecturing animatedly about some inane Muggle topic. As the study group comes to an end, Harry wastes no time in dragging Iris away, shooting you one last glare over his shoulder. You watch them go, a smirk playing on your lips. Let him try to warn her away from you - it's far too late for that.

You turn your attention to Lily, who is busy gathering up her notes and materials. This is the perfect opportunity to get closer to her, to start weaving your web around her. You step forward, offering to help her clean up the room. As you work, Lily turns to you, a curious expression on her face.

"So, Draco," she says, her voice light and casual. "How did you and Iris get to know each other?"

You pause, a sheet of paper in your hand, and look up at her. She's standing at the front of the classroom, her hips leaning against the edge of her desk. Her robes are open, revealing the tight sweater she wears underneath. It clings to her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the narrow dip of her waist. Her jeans hug her hips, the denim stretched taut over her shapely legs.

You smile innocently as you help Lily clean up the classroom, your movements smooth and casual. "Oh, Iris and I just started talking more recently," you say, your tone light and conversational. "She's really helped me see things in a new light."

Lily pauses, her green eyes studying you intently. "Is that so?" she asks, you catch something in her voice, suspicion. "I have to say, Draco, I never would have expected you to take an interest in Muggle Studies. Or to become friends with my daughter."

You shrug, a charming smile playing on your lips. "People can change, Professor," you say, your voice sincere. "Iris has shown me that there's more to life than just parroting what I learned growing up. She's really opened my eyes."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Draco." Lily's words might sound accepting, but a sixth sense tells you something is wrong.

As you continue cleaning, your eyes trace the lines of Lily's body, lingering on the curve of her ass. She bends over to pick up a fallen quill, and you catch a glimpse of cleavage, the soft swell of her breasts straining against the neckline of her sweater.

"I'd love to hear more about your newfound friendship. Would you and Iris join me for tea tomorrow?" She asks.

You nod, a smile spreading across your face even as your gut clenches with apprehension. "Of course, Professor," you say, your voice smooth and even. "Iris and I would be delighted to join you for tea tomorrow."

Lily returns your smile, but there's something about the way her eyes linger on your face that sets your nerves on edge. "Excellent," she says, her tone bright. "I'll see you both in my office, then. Say, around 4 o'clock?"

You agree, already planning how to use this private meeting to your advantage. As you take your leave of Lily, striding out of the classroom, you can't shake the feeling that something is off. That sixth sense of yours is tingling, warning you that Lily's invitation might not be as innocent as it seems.

You make your way to an unused classroom, your mind racing with possibilities. You need a contingency plan, something to fall back on in case your tea with Lily goes wrong. As you enter the dusty, abandoned room, you pull out your wand and cast a few spells for privacy.

"Kreacher," you call, your voice echoing in the empty space.

There's a loud crack, and suddenly the old house-elf is standing before you, his rheumy eyes wide and his bat-like ears twitching. "Master Draco calls for Kreacher?" he asks, his voice raspy and subservient.

You nod, your eyes narrowing as you fix Kreacher with a stern gaze. "I have a task for you, Kreacher," you say, your voice low and commanding. "I need you to pass a message to Rose Potter, but you must do it quietly and when she is alone. Do you understand?"

Kreacher nods, his ears drooping slightly. "Kreacher understands, Master Draco," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "What is the message Kreacher is to pass on?"

You lean forward, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell her to borrow Harry's invisibility cloak and follow Iris and me to tea with her mom tomorrow at 4 pm in her office," you say, your eyes boring into Kreacher's. "She is to observe and, she is to stun Lily if things go wrong. She is to wait for an opening if things go wrong, her mother is not to be underestimated." The old house-elf nods and disappears.

The next day, you stand outside Lily's office, the clock ticking steadily towards 4 pm. Iris is beside you, her body close to yours, the heat of her skin radiating through the fabric of your robes. You can feel the nervous energy emanating from her, the slight tremor in her hands as she smooths down her skirt.

Beside her, unseen and silent, is Rose. You know she's there, hidden beneath the folds of Harry's invisibility cloak, but there's no sign of her presence. No whisper of breath or scuff of shoe on stone. She's a ghost, a silent spectator to the events about to unfold.

As the clock strikes 4, you lift your hand and knock on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. Your heart beats a steady rhythm in your chest, a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins. This is it, the moment you've been waiting for.

You enter Lily's office, your eyes immediately drawn to her. She's standing behind her desk, her body framed by the late afternoon light streaming in through the window behind her. Her hair is loose, a halo of fiery red curls tumbling around her shoulders. Her robes are gone, replaced by a soft, white blouse and black skirt with black stockings.

"Draco, Iris," she greets, a warm smile on her face as she gestures for you to take a seat. "Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable."

You nod, returning her smile with one of your own as you guide Iris into the room. You can feel the tension radiating from her, the nervous energy that sets her body trembling ever so slightly. You glance back at the doorway, knowing that Rose has moved into the room, hidden and watchful, ready to intervene if necessary.

You settle into a chair, your body relaxing into the soft cushions. But as soon as you're seated, you feel a strange sensation wash over you, an invisible **** locking your muscles in place. You try to move, to fight against the paralysis, but your body refuses to obey.

Beside you, Iris is similarly frozen, her green eyes wide with fear and confusion. Lily moves towards her, kneeling down in front of her daughter and gently prying open her eyelids to check her pupils, casting diagnosis charms on her.

"I thought so," Lily murmurs, a hint of anger in her voice as she turns to face you. "What love potion did you give her, Draco?"

You meet Lily's gaze, your eyes narrowing as you school your features into a mask of confusion and innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," you say, your voice smooth and even despite the pounding of your heart in your chest. "I haven't given Iris any love potion."

Lily's eyes flash with anger, her full lips pressing into a thin line as she rises to her feet. She moves towards you, her hips swaying with each step, the soft fabric of her skirt brushing against her long legs. You can't help but notice the way her blouse clings to her curves, the swell of her breasts straining against the delicate buttons.

"You think I don't recognise the signs?" Lily hisses, her voice low and dangerous as she leans in close to you. "Iris is my daughter, Draco. I know when something's not right with her. Especially after seeing how she acted during the club yesterday."

You hold Lily's gaze, your expression never wavering as you spin your web of lies. "It was just a minor one," you say, your voice low and sincere. "Just to get her to pay attention to me. I swear it was only the one dose. After that, it was all natural, no potion needed. I promise."

Lily's eyes narrow, her suspicion and anger still simmering beneath the surface. She's not convinced, not entirely, but you can see the flicker of doubt in her emerald eyes. She wants to believe you, wants to believe the ruse you've built up over these past months of being a changed man.

You watch as Lily's guard lowers, her posture relaxing ever so slightly as she considers your words. It's the opening you've been waiting for, the moment of weakness that you can exploit.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you see a flicker of movement. Rose, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak, steps forward, her wand raised and pointed at her mother's unprotected back.

"Stupefy!" Rose incants, the spell shooting from her wand in a burst of red light.

The spell hits Lily squarely between the shoulder blades, and she crumples to the ground, her body limp and unmoving. You feel a surge of triumph, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you see her fallen form.

You feel the paralysis spell dissipate, your muscles unlocking as Rose cancels the magic with a wave of her wand. You flex your fingers, clenching and unclenching your fists as you regain control over your body.

Iris does the same, her body sagging in relief as she's released from her magical bonds. She turns to you, her eyes wide with gratitude, and you pull her into your arms, crushing her against your chest.

Rose joins the embrace, the invisibility cloak falling away as she wraps her arms around you both. You hold each other tightly, the tension of the past few minutes easing as you bask in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

"Thank you," you murmur, your voice soft and sincere as you press a kiss to Rose's temple. "I don't know how I would have gotten out of that if you hadn't been here."

Rose smiles, her cheeks flushing pink with pleasure at your praise. You turn your attention to Lily, her body still lying motionless on the floor. With a flick of your wand, you levitate her onto the couch, her long limbs limp and pliant as you manipulate her **** form.

Iris and Rose watch, their eyes wide with curiosity, as you set their mother down on the plush cushions. Her hair fans out around her head like a halo of fire, her skin pale and flawless in the fading light.

You kneel beside her, your hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin is soft beneath your fingertips, her cheek warm and smooth as you trace the curve of her cheekbone.

"What are you going to do with her?" Iris asks, her voice small and uncertain as she watches you intently.

You turn to her, a wicked smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I'm going to make her mine."

You reach into your robes, your fingers closing around the three vials of potion nestled in your pocket. You withdraw them, the glass cool and smooth against your skin.

You turn to Lily, her body still limp and pliant on the couch. Her head is tilted back, her neck arched and exposed, her lips parted slightly as she breathes slow and even. You trace a finger along her jaw, feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath your touch, and then you tilt her head back further, opening her mouth.

Gently, carefully, you uncork the first vial and bring it to her lips. You pour the potion into her mouth, the liquid pink and shimmering as it flows over her tongue and down her throat. She swallows reflexively, her throat working as she unconsciously ingests the potion.

You lean back on your heels, watching as Lily's body processes the first dose of the potion. You know it will take an hour for the effects to fully settle, for the magic to weave its way through her mind and body.

As you wait, you turn to Rose, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. You reach for her, your hand tangling in her short red hair as you pull her close and press your lips to hers in a deep, sensual kiss. She melts into your touch, her body moulding to yours as she returns the kiss with equal fervour.

"Thank you," you murmur against her lips, your voice low and sincere. "For everything."

Rose smiles, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and arousal. "Anything for you," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

You release her reluctantly, your hands trailing down her arms as you put distance between you. "You should head back to Gryffindor," you say, your voice firm but gentle. "Return the cloak and avoid suspicion. Iris and I will take it from here."

Rose nods, her eyes dark with a mix of longing and understanding. She knows the importance of secrecy, the need to maintain the facade of normalcy.

With a final glance at Lily's prone form, Rose turns and slips out of the room, the invisibility cloak slipping over her and hiding her from view. You turn to Iris, your heart racing with anticipation and desire, then turn your attention back to Lily.

She lies on the couch, her body still and silent, her chest rising and falling with the slow, steady rhythm of her breath. The first dose of the potion is already beginning to take effect, her skin flushed a soft, rosy pink, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

You sink down onto the chair, your legs suddenly weak with relief as the adrenaline of the past few minutes begins to wear off. You pull Iris into your lap, your arms wrapping around her slender waist as you bury your face in the curve of her neck.

"That was too close," you murmur, your voice muffled by her hair. "If Rose hadn't been here..."

Iris shivers in your arms, her body trembling with the aftershocks of fear and adrenaline. "I know," she whispers, her voice small and shaky. "I thought...I thought we were caught for sure."

You hold her tightly, your hands roaming over her body as you seek to comfort and reassure her. Your fingers find the buttons of her robes, deftly unfastening them and pushing the heavy fabric from her shoulders. Beneath the robes, her uniform is crisp and clean, the white blouse and grey skirt contrast to the flush of arousal on her skin.

You press your lips to the curve of Iris's neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin as you continue to undress her. Your hands roam over her body, unbuttoning and pushing the blouse from her shoulders and tugging the skirt over her hips, revealing the soft, creamy expanse of her thighs.

Beneath her uniform, Iris is wearing a simple white bra and panties, the fabric thin and delicate against her flushed skin. You can see the hard peaks of her nipples through the sheer material, the dusky pink of her areolas visible beneath the white.

You reach around her back, your fingers deftly unhooking the clasp of her bra. The fabric falls away, revealing the full, heavy weight of her breasts. Her nipples are hard and erect, the sensitive buds puckered and begging for attention. You cup her breasts in your hands, your thumbs stroking over her nipples as you continue to kiss and suck at her neck.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of Iris's panties, tugging the thin fabric down over her hips and thighs, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her pussy. She shivers in your lap, her hips bucking slightly as the cool air brushes against her heated flesh.

You run your fingers over her pussy, the soft, pink folds of her vagina slick and wet with arousal. You part her lips with your fingers, exposing the sensitive bud of her clitoris, already swollen and throbbing with need.

Iris moans softly, her head falling back against your shoulder as you caress her most intimate flesh. Your fingers dance over her clit, rubbing and stroking the sensitive nub as you trail kisses along her jaw and throat.

You continue to tease and caress Iris, your fingers dancing over her slick, sensitive flesh as you edge her closer and closer to orgasm. Her body is trembling in your arms, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she hovers on the precipice of release.

But every time she gets close, every time her hips start to buck and her pussy starts to clench, you pull back, easing the pressure of your fingers and denying her the climax she so desperately craves.

Iris whimpers and squirms in your lap, her body writhing with need as she begs and pleads for you to let her cum. "Please," she gasps, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need it. I need to cum."

But you just smile, a wicked, mischievous grin playing at the corners of your lips as you continue to tease and torment her. "Not yet," you purr, your voice low and seductive.

You glance at the clock on the wall, noting that an hour has passed since you administered the first dose of the potion to Lily. It's time for the second dose, and you can feel the anticipation building in your gut, a tight coil of desire and excitement.

Gently, you lift Iris off your lap, her body pliant and obedient as you set her down on the seat you vacated. She whimpers softly, her hips bucking slightly as she seeks the friction and pressure she needs to find release.

You pat her head as you guide her hand to her pussy and give her permission to cum. The room is filled with the scent of her arousal. Her legs are spread wide, muscles taut and trembling from the hour of edging.

You watch as the final stroke comes, slow and deliberate, circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Her body tenses, every muscle coiling like a spring, and then releases in a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She cries out, a raw, primal sound that echoes through the room. Her back arches off the chair, thighs trembling as the orgasm crashes over her.

You watch as her body shakes and trembles, riding out the storm until, finally, she collapses back onto the chair, spent and sated. A soft, satisfied moan escapes her lips as she floats down from the heights of her orgasm.

You turn your attention to Lily as you approach her **** form. She lies on the couch, her body still and silent, her chest rising and falling with the slow, steady rhythm of her breath.

You kneel beside her, your hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin is soft beneath your fingertips, her cheek warm and smooth as you trace the curve of her cheekbone.

You uncork the second vial of potion, the liquid shimmering and glinting in the low light. Carefully, you tilt Lily's head back, her mouth falling open slightly as you bring the vial to her lips. You pour the potion into her mouth, watching as she swallows reflexively, her throat working as she unconsciously ingests the second dose.

Once the vial is empty, you set it aside, your hands moving to Lily's shoulders as you gently sit her up. She's still ****, her body limp and pliant as you manipulate her, but you can see the flush of arousal creeping further across her skin, the first signs of the potion taking effect.

You reach for her wand, tucked into her holster on her arm, and carefully withdraw it. You set it aside, out of reach, before turning your attention back to Lily.

You begin to undress Lily, your fingers working nimbly to unbutton her white blouse. The fabric parts revealing the creamy expanse of her chest and the lacy black bra beneath. You slide the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

Next, you reach for the waistband of her black skirt, your fingers deftly undoing the zipper and sliding the fabric down over her hips. The skirt pools at her feet, leaving her in her bra, panties, and black stockings.

For now, you leave the stockings in place, the dark fabric a sharp contrast to the paleness of her skin. You take a moment to appreciate the sight of her, drinking in the curves and contours of her body. Her breasts are full and heavy, straining against the confines of her bra.

You wave your wand, conjuring thick ropes that slither around Lily's wrists and ankles like snakes. You pull the ropes taut, securing her arms behind her back and her legs together, rendering her immobile.

With another flick of your wand, you cast a reviving spell. Lily's eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first. As she takes in her predicament - naked, bound, and at your mercy - a look of alarm crosses her face.

"What... what's happening?" she asks, her voice thick and slurred. The two doses of potion are clearly taking effect, her pupils dilated with budding desire. But you can see her fighting against the influence, confusion and anger warring with the artificial arousal on her face.

You smirk down at her, drinking in the sight of her helpless, quivering body. "Shhh, don't worry, Lily," you purr. "Just relax."

You watch as Lily struggles against her bonds, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tries to fight off the effects of the potion. She's regaining more of her faculties than you anticipated, the fog of arousal clearing slightly from her eyes as she stares up at you with a mixture of fear and anger.

"D-Draco," she slurs, her voice still thick with the influence of the potion. "What... what have you done to me? What is this... this feeling?"

She squirms against the ropes, her body twisting and arching as she tries to break free. The movement causes her breasts to jiggle enticingly, the peaks of her nipples straining against the lace of her bra. You can see the sheen of sweat beginning to form on her skin, her body responding to the potion despite her mind's resistance.

Lily's eyes are still hazy with the effects of the potion, but a glimmer of defiance shines through as she speaks. "You... you won't get away with this, Draco," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I told James about my suspicions. About the love potion. He's... he's waiting for my reply."

She pants heavily, her chest heaving with the effort to fight off the potion's influence. "He'll... he'll know something's wrong if I don't respond. Your... your plan... It's going to fail."

Despite her bravado, you can see the way her body betrays her, the flush of arousal creeping across her skin, the way her nipples harden into tight peaks beneath the lace of her bra. She may be fighting the potion with all her might, but its insidious effects are still taking hold, her mind and body warring with each other.

You realise she doesn't quite understand your potion and thinks this is some love potion or something, and thinks she can hold out till James comes to check up on her.

You throw your head back and laugh, the sound rich and dark in the quiet room. "Oh, Lily," you chuckle, your eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "You really have no idea, do you?"

You lean in close, your breath hot against her ear as you whisper, "That's perfect. Once you're under my control, you'll be the one to tell James you were wrong. You'll clear any suspicion yourself. It won't even take long, just one more hour."

Lily's eyes widen in horror, the realisation of your plan sinking in. "N-no," she stammers, shaking her head vehemently. "I won't... I won't do it. I won't let you control me."

You smirk, your hand reaching out to trail a finger down her cheek. "Oh, but you will," you purr. "The potion will make sure of that. You won't be able to resist, Lily."

You wave your wand, vanishing Lily's bra, panties and the stockings with a flick of your wrist. The flimsy garments disappear, leaving her completely naked and exposed, her body on full display. Her breasts bounce slightly as the support of her bra vanishes, the pink peaks of her nipples hard and erect.

You turn to Iris, who has been watching the scene with wide, aroused eyes. "Iris, darling," you purr, your voice low and seductive. "Why don't you come over here and show Mommy some love?"

Iris obeys without hesitation, her movements graceful and sensual as she crosses the room to kneel beside Lily. She leans down, her mouth opening to suckle on Lily's tits. Iris's lips close around one pink nipple, her tongue teasing the sensitive bud as she begins to suckle gently.

Lily gasps, her body arching involuntarily at the sensation. "Aah! Iris? Stop!" You watch with satisfaction as Iris continues to lavish attention on Lily's breasts, her mouth working eagerly as she suckles and licks the sensitive flesh. Lily's protests grow weaker, her voice breathy and strained as she tries to resist the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Iris's hands roam over Lily's curves, caressing and squeezing as her mouth moves from one breast to the other. She takes the other nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak as she sucks with gentle pressure.

Lily's hips begin to rock unconsciously, her pussy growing wet with arousal as her body betrays her. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to spill from her throat, but the sound escapes anyway - soft, needy whimpers that fill the room. You smile, relishing the sight of mother and daughter lost in a haze of lust and pleasure.

You sit back and watch time pass as Iris plays with Lily's body, each touch and caress pushing Lily further into the potion's embrace.

You retrieve the final vial of potion from your pocket, holding it up to the light and watching as the shimmering liquid catches the glow of the lamps. You uncork it with a soft pop, the scent of the potion wafting up to tickle your nostrils.

Lily's eyes widen as she sees the vial, a flicker of fear crossing her face even as her body continues to respond to Iris' ministrations. "No," she whispers, her voice hoarse with a mixture of pleasure and dread. "Please, Draco, don't..."

You ignore her plea, your hand reaching out to grasp her chin and tilt her head back. "Shhh, Lily," you croon, your voice deceptively gentle. "Just one more dose, and all your worries will disappear. You'll be mine completely."

With that, you tip the vial against her lips, pouring the potion into her mouth and forcing her to swallow.

As the third dose of the potion works its way through Lily's system, you watch as the haze in her eyes clears, replaced by a bright, crystalline clarity. She blinks slowly, her gaze settling on you with a new understanding, a deep curiosity swimming in the depths of her green eyes.

"Draco," she murmurs, her voice soft and wondering. "I... I still feel like myself, but..." She trails off, biting her lip as she searches for the words to describe the change within her.

You smile down at her, your hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're still you, Lily," you assure her, your voice low and soothing. "But now, you understand your place. Your loyalty, your subservience... it belongs to me."

Lily nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yes," she breathes, the word a soft sigh of acceptance. "I..." She hesitates for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly as she processes the new emotions swirling within her. "I feel it, Draco. The connection, this isn't a normal love potion, is it? I still love James and my family, but I view you as a higher priority." Her voice is tinged with wonder, a hint of awe colouring her tone as she contemplates the depth of her newfound devotion.

You can see the change in her, the subtle shift in her demeanour as the potion asserts its control. Her body, once tense and resistant, now relaxes, her muscles loosening as she surrenders to the effects of the potion. Her breathing evens out, the rise and fall of her chest slow and steady.

Lily's eyes, once clouded with confusion and fear, are now clear and bright, shining with a deep, unwavering loyalty. She looks at you with a mix of reverence and desire, her gaze filled with a hunger that was not there before.

You flick your wand, and the ropes binding Lily vanish with a soft pop. As soon as she's free, Lily wraps her arms around Iris, pulling her daughter close to her bosom. Iris, who had been suckling on Lily's tits, continues to do so, her mouth working gently as she nurses on her mother's breast.

Lily cradles Iris's head, her fingers stroking through her daughter's hair as she holds her close. The two women embrace, their naked bodies pressed together, skin against skin. You watch as Lily's hands roam over Iris's back, caressing her spine, her hips, her ass. Iris moans softly around the nipple in her mouth, the vibration sending a shiver through Lily's body.

The sight of mother and daughter sends a thrill through you as your cock twitches, hardening at the erotic display before you.

You pick up Lily's wand from the nearby table and hold it out to her, your eyes glinting with a silent command. "Send a message to James," you instruct, your voice low and firm. "Tell him everything's cleared up, that there was no love potion. You were mistaken."

Lily takes the wand, her fingers curling around the smooth wood with practised ease. She nods, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she raises the wand. With a graceful flick, she conjures a Patronus - a shimmering, silver doe that dances in the air before her.

The doe bows its head, and Lily leans in, whispering her message to the ethereal creature. "James," she murmurs, her voice soft and reassuring. "I was wrong about the love potion. Everything's fine, darling. I've checked over Iris and she's not under any compulsion. Your horrible jokes have me jumping at shadows, you better be ready to take responsibility." The Patronus doe nods, its silvery form shimmering as it absorbs Lily's words. With a graceful leap, the doe bounds away, vanishing in a shower of silver sparks as it speeds off to deliver the message to James.

You watch the Patronus disappear, a smirk of satisfaction playing on your lips. With Lily's message, any suspicion or investigation from James will be quelled before it even begins, hopefully. If he does suspect or try anything, Lily will be there to play interference.

Turning back to Lily and Iris, you drink in the sight of them - mother and daughter, naked and entwined, their bodies flush with arousal. Iris is still suckling at Lily's breast, her mouth working gently as she nurses on the stiff peak of Lily's nipple.

Lily's head is thrown back, her eyes closed in bliss as she cradles Iris close. Her hair tumbles down her back in a cascade of fiery red waves, contrasting beautifully with the pale cream of her skin.

You turn to Lily, your eyes glinting with a wicked gleam as you issue your next command. "Lily," you purr, your voice low and seductive. "Why don't you transfigure that couch into a bed? Something more... comfortable for what I have in mind."

Lily nods, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she raises her wand. With a graceful flick of her wrist and a muttered incantation, the couch below her begins to change. The plush cushions elongate and widen, the fabric shifting and moulding itself into a lush, king-sized bed.

The bed is a vision of opulence, with a tall, intricately carved headboard of dark mahogany and rich, crimson sheets. Plush pillows pile high at the head, their creamy white cases a stark contrast to the vibrant red beneath. You watch in satisfaction as Lily lowers her wand, the bed now complete.

You strip off your robes and underwear with a swift, practised motion, letting them fall to the floor in a careless heap. Your naked body is revealed, your skin pale and smooth, your muscles toned and defined. Your cock stands erect, jutting proudly from the nest of silvery hair at your groin, already leaking precum in anticipation of what's to come.

Lily and Iris watch you approach, their eyes dark with lust, their bodies trembling with anticipation. You climb onto the bed, as you settle yourself between Lily and Iris, your body pressing against theirs, skin against skin. The heat of their flesh sears into you, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Lily and Iris reach for you, their hands roaming over your body with greedy abandon.

You lean in, capturing Iris's lips in a searing kiss. Your tongue delves into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance. She moans softly, her body arching against you as she surrenders to your passion.

As you kiss Iris, you feel Lily shift beside you, her body moving to straddle your hips. The heat of her pussy radiates against your skin, and you feel the slick wetness of her arousal coating your shaft as she rubs herself against you. She lifts her hips slightly, reaching down to grip your cock and guide it to her entrance.

With a low moan, Lily sinks down onto your length, her pussy stretching to accommodate your girth. You feel her tight heat enveloping you, her inner muscles clenching around your shaft as she takes you deep inside her. Her hips begin to move, rolling in a sensual rhythm as she rides you, her breasts bouncing with each undulation.

You turn your attention to Lily, watching as she bounces up and down on your cock. Her hips undulate in a hypnotic rhythm, her pussy gripping you tightly as she moves. You can feel the wet heat of her arousal coating your shaft, the slick sounds of her movements mixing with the moans that fall from her lips.

Iris moves behind Lily, her hands reaching around to grope Lily's tits. Iris's fingers sink into the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing the pliant mounds.

Lily's head falls back, resting on Iris's shoulder as she loses herself in the sensations. Her red hair cascades down her back, a stark contrast to Iris's pale skin.

As Lily continues to bounce on your cock, her pussy clenching around your shaft with every movement, a sudden shimmer of light catches your eye. A stag Patronus appears through the wall, its ethereal form majestic and proud as it approaches the bed.

From the Patronus, James's voice echoes, filled with relief and affirmations of love for Lily. "Lily, my love," he says, his voice deep and rich with emotion. "I'm so relieved to hear everything's alright."

As James's words wash over the room, Lily's movements falter for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected interruption. But as his declarations of love continue, a soft smile plays on her lips, even as she continues to ride your cock.

As James's voice continues to profess his love and some joke comments through the ethereal stag Patronus, you can't help but notice a change in Lily. It might be your imagination, but it feels like hearing her husband's voice has made her tighten up around you. Her pussy clenches your cock with renewed intensity, the slick walls gripping you like a vice.

Lily's hips continue to gyrate, her movements becoming more frantic as she grinds against you. The thrill of cheating on her husband while he declares his love for her seems to heighten her arousal, adding a taboo edge to the already charged atmosphere.

Her breasts bounce with each movement, the stiff peaks of her nipples jutting proudly, begging for attention. Iris, still behind Lily, continues to grope and knead the soft flesh, her fingers occasionally flicking over the sensitive buds.

Lily's moans grow louder, mixing with James's voice in a perverse symphony of lust and betrayal. You can feel the tension building within Lily, her body trembling as she nears her climax. The knowledge that she's being fucked by you while her husband's Patronus watches on seems to push her closer to the edge, her movements becoming wild and uncontrolled.

With a final, shuddering moan, Lily throws her head back against Iris's shoulder, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, the walls fluttering and pulsing as she comes undone.

As Lily's climax subsides, you can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction. Not only have you corrupted Harry's mother, but you've done so right under James's nose, tainting his declarations of love with a perverse thrill. The thought of the power you hold over Lily, the control you wield, sends a shiver down your spine, your climax building as you continue to fuck her.

As you continue to thrust up into Lily's tight, clenching pussy, you hear Iris's voice in your ear, her words dripping with degradation and filth as she leans over Lily's shoulder.

"Look at you, you slut," Iris hisses, her voice low and taunting. "Fucking someone your Harry's age while dad's patronus watches. You're nothing but a cheating whore, aren't you, Mommy?"

Lily moans brokenly in response, her hips meeting your thrusts with wild abandon. Her body is slick with sweat, her skin flushed with arousal and shame at Iris's words. The degradation seems to spur her on, her pussy gripping you like a vice as she grinds against you.

"Answer me, you filthy bitch," Iris growls, her hands coming up to tangle in Lily's hair, pulling her head back sharply. "Tell us what a dirty, cheating slut you are."

"I-I'm a dirty slut." Lily gasps, her words tumbling from her lips in a breathless rush. "I'm a cheating whore... fucking someone my son's age while my husband's patronus watches."

The depravity of the situation, the taboo thrill of fucking Lily while she degrades herself at her daughter's command, sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Your cock twitches inside Lily's clenching heat, your balls tightening as your own climax builds.

Iris's words grow filthier, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction as she continues to taunt Lily. "You love it, don't you, you bitch? Being used like a whore, your husband's love meaning nothing while you betray him."

Lily's only response is a wanton moan, her hips bucking wildly as she impales herself on your cock. The wet slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, mingling with the debased symphony of moans and degrading words.

You continue to thrust into Lily's eager pussy, your movements becoming more forceful and erratic as your climax approaches. Lily's body tenses beneath you, her slick walls fluttering around your cock as she nears her second orgasm.

With a guttural moan, Lily's second climax crashes over her, her pussy clamping down on your cock like a vice. The sensation of her inner muscles milking your shaft sends you over the edge, and with a shuddering groan, you erupt inside her, your cum filling her spasming depths.

Your cock twitches and pulses, spilling rope after rope of hot semen deep into Lily's clenching heat. The feeling of her pussy gripping you, drawing out your climax, is exquisite ****, and you continue to thrust through the aftershocks of your shared orgasms.

Lily's body goes limp against Iris, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggles to catch her breath.

The ethereal stag Patronus has long since faded, its shimmering form dissipating into the ether. You doubt Lily even noticed its departure, lost as she was in the throes of ecstasy. As you lie there, your cock softening in the aftermath of your climax, Iris takes control.

With gentle hands, Iris guides Lily off of your cock, the soft, wet sounds of separation filling the room. Lily's pussy is swollen and slick, her folds glistening with the remnants of your cum and her own arousal. Iris positions herself between your legs, her green eyes glinting with a wicked hunger as she leans down to take your softening cock into her mouth.

The feeling of Iris's warm, wet mouth enveloping your sensitive flesh sends a shiver up your spine. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, lapping up the mixture of your cum and Lily's juices that coat your shaft.

Lily lies at your side, her body languid and sated from the intense orgasms you've given her. She watches with hooded eyes as Iris serves you, her daughter's mouth working your cock with filthy abandon. Lily's finger traces idle patterns on your chest, her touch light and teasing as she explores the planes of your body.

You can feel the heat of Lily's gaze on your skin, her eyes following the movements of Iris's head as it bobs up and down in her lap. The sight of her daughter servicing you seems to arouse her, her pupils dilating with renewed lust.

You lean in close to Lily, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear as you whisper, "Do you want Iris to lick your pussy clean, Lily? Do you want to feel her tongue lapping up the mess we made of your cunt?"

Lily shivers at your words, her body trembling with a mix of arousal and shame. She nods slowly, her eyes meeting yours with a pleading look. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want her to clean me up... to taste what a filthy, depraved whore I am."

You smile wickedly, your hand tangling in Iris's hair and pulling her off your cock with a wet pop. "You heard her, Iris," you growl, your voice low and commanding. "Clean your mother's dirty little pussy. Lick up every last drop of our cum, you little slut." Iris obeys with a breathy moan, moving to position herself between Lily's spread thighs. Her hands slide up the smooth expanse of Lily's legs, pushing them further apart to reveal her glistening, swollen pussy.

Iris leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the sticky mixture of your cum and Lily's arousal that coats her folds. Lily moans brokenly, her hips bucking up to meet Iris's mouth as she begins to lap at her used pussy.

The sight of Iris's head buried between Lily's thighs, her tongue delving into her mother's cunt to clean up the evidence of your debauchery, sends a thrill through you. You watch, transfixed, as Iris's tongue swirls around Lily's clit, her lips sucking gently on the sensitive bud.

Lily's moans grow louder, her fingers tangling in Iris's hair as she grinds her pussy against her daughter's face.

You move to straddle Lily's chest, your knees resting on either side of her body as you lean forward to position your cock between her ample breasts. Lily looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust as she watches you press her tits together, creating a tight, warm channel for your cock to slide through.

As you begin to thrust, your cock sliding between the soft, pillowy flesh of Lily's breasts, Iris continues to lap at her mother's pussy, her tongue delving deep into her slick heat. The feeling of Lily's tits enveloping your cock, sends a shiver of pleasure up your spine.

Lily's moans vibrate against your cock, her lips parted as she pants with arousal. Her tongue darts out to lick the head of your cock each time it emerges from between her breasts, the sensation of her hot, wet mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you. You continue to fuck Lily's tits with abandon, your hips snapping forward with each thrust. The sight of your cock sliding between her breasts, the head disappearing and reappearing with each stroke, is incredibly erotic. Lily's saliva coats your shaft, making it glisten in the dim light of the room.

Iris's tongue continues to work Lily's pussy, her fingers joining in to tease her mother's clit. Lily's moans grow louder, her body trembling as she nears another orgasm. The feeling of her tits jiggling with each thrust, combined with the wet heat of Iris's mouth on her pussy, pushes Lily closer to the edge. The sight of her lost in the throes of ecstasy, combined with the feeling of her breasts around your cock, sends you over the edge.

With a guttural groan, you pull back, your cock slipping from between Lily's tits as you fist your shaft, pumping it furiously. Lily's eyes widen as she realizes your intent, her mouth opening to receive your cum just as her own orgasm crests.

Ropes of hot, sticky semen erupt from your cock, splattering across Lily's face in thick, pearlescent strands. At the same moment, Lily's pussy spasms, her juices squirting from her slit and drenching Iris's face.

The sight of Lily's face, covered in your cum, and Iris's face glistening with her mother's orgasm is incredibly erotic.

You collapse onto the bed beside Lily, your body spent from the intense orgasms you've experienced. As you lie there, your chest heaving with exertion, you watch as Iris crawls up her mother's body, her tongue darting out to lick the ropes of your cum from Lily's face.

Lily, in turn, leans forward to lap at the glistening trails of her arousal that coat Iris's cheeks and chin. The sight of the two women, mother and daughter, licking each other clean is incredibly erotic. Iris's tongue swirls around Lily's lips, scooping up the sticky semen that clings to her skin. Lily's tongue, meanwhile, darts out to catch the droplets of her ejaculate that cling to Iris's face.

The room is filled with the soft, wet sounds of their tongues cleaning each other, the scent of sex and cum heavy in the air.

As Iris and Lily finish cleaning each other, their tongues having lapped up every last drop of cum from their faces, you can't help but imagine what other depraved acts you could engage in with them and the rest of Lily's daughters. The thought sends a thrill through you, and you voice your desire aloud.

"I would love to see all three of your daughters take you at once, Lily," you say, your voice low and filled with dark promise. "Imagine them all wearing strap-ons, their fake cocks hard and ready to fuck you. They could make you airtight, filling all three of your holes at the same time."

Lily shivers at your words, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and arousal. Iris, meanwhile, looks up at you with a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with perverse excitement.

"That would be so hot," Iris breathes, her voice thick with lust.

"You think so too, Iris?" you ask, your hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "You'd like to fuck your mother with a strap-on, wouldn't you? You'd love to make her scream with pleasure as you and your sisters use her holes for your enjoyment."

Iris nods eagerly, her face flushing with excitement at the thought. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "I want to fuck her tight little ass while my sisters take her pussy and mouth. I want to make her ours completely."

Lily moans softly, her hips twitching at the mental image you've painted. "I... I've never thought of anything like that before," she admits, her voice breathy and filled with nervous anticipation. "But... but I want to try it. I want to feel my daughters inside me, claiming me as theirs."

You smile wickedly, your hand trailing down Iris's body to cup her ass possessively. "We'll make it happen," you promise, your voice low and filled with dark intent. "You'll love every second of it. You'll be our little fuck toy, used by your daughters while I enjoy the show."

Lily shivers at your words, her eyes darkening with submissive desire. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be your fuck toy... yours and my daughters'. Use me however you want... I'm yours to command."

You grin, your cock twitching at the thought of the depraved acts you have planned for Lily. You reluctantly pull away from Lily and Iris, your body aching with the desire to continue your depraved activities. "As much as I would love to continue this, we should save some fun for the future," you say, your voice filled with regret. "Lily, do you know how to cast the Fidelius Charm?"

Lily nods, her eyes clearing slightly as she focuses on your words. "Yes, I can cast the Fidelius Charm," she confirms, her voice steady despite the blush that still stains her cheeks.

You run your fingers through Lily's hair, a smile playing at your lips as you contemplate your plans for the future. "Perfect," you purr, your voice low and filled with approval. "Can a Muggle be the Secret Keeper, or does it have to be a wizard?"

Lily leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she answers. "The Secret Keeper must be a wizard," she explains, her voice soft but certain. "A Muggle wouldn't have the magical ability to contain the secret within themselves."

You nod, your mind already whirling with possibilities. "I suppose that makes sense," you muse, your fingers continuing to toy with Lily's hair. Lily shivers slightly, her skin prickling with goosebumps at your touch. Iris lays her head to rest on Lily's thighs and closes her eyes.

You ponder the implications of your question, your fingers still tangled in Lily's hair as you consider the possibilities. "What would happen if the Secret Keeper was given the Draught of Living **** and kept alive in another location?" you ask, your voice low and contemplative.

Lily's eyes widen slightly at your question, her brow furrowing as she considers the implications. "In theory, the secret would remain hidden as long as the Secret Keeper was alive," she says slowly, her voice thoughtful. "The Draught of Living **** would keep them in a state of suspended animation, neither fully alive nor truly dead. As long as they were kept safe and secure, the secret would be protected."

You nod, a smile playing at your lips as you imagine the possibilities. "That could be very useful," you murmur.

A grin spreads across your face as your plans start to finalise. You ponder the potential weaknesses of your plan, your fingers absently toying with Lily's hair as you mull over the possibilities. "Is there any kind of family tracking spell or heirloom that James could use to find Iris and her sisters, even if they were hidden under the Fidelius Charm?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

Lily shakes her head, her eyes meeting yours with a reassuring certainty. "No, there isn't," she confirms, her voice steady and confident. "The Fidelius Charm is absolute in its protection. As long as the Secret Keeper keeps the secret safe within their mind, no tracking spell or magical item can penetrate its defences. The Secret Keeper is the only potential weak point in the charm."

You nod, a sense of relief washing over you at Lily's words. "That's good to know," you murmur, your hand sliding from Lily's hair to caress the curve of her jaw.

You continue to caress Lily's jaw, your thumb brushing over her soft skin as you consider the logistics of your plan. "How long will it take you to cast the Fidelius Charm?" you ask, your voice low and filled with anticipation.

Lily leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she answers. "Casting the Fidelius Charm is a complex process," she explains, her voice soft. "It requires a great deal of concentration and magical power. I would need several hours to prepare myself and gather the necessary components, and then the actual casting of the charm would take approximately thirty minutes to an hour, depending on the size of the location I'm trying to hide."

You nod, considering Lily's explanation as your hand continues to caress her jaw. "I see," you murmur, your mind already whirling with plans and possibilities. "Does the charm only hide the house itself, or can you extend it to cover a larger area around the property?"

Lily's eyes take on a thoughtful look as she considers your question. "The Fidelius Charm can be cast on a specific location, like a house or a room," she explains, her voice taking on a lecturing tone. "But with enough power and skill, it can be extended to cover a larger area around the property. The size of the area that can be hidden depends on the strength and ability of the witch or wizard casting the charm."

You hum in understanding, your fingers trailing down Lily's neck to trace the curve of her collarbone.

You raise an eyebrow, your hand pausing in its exploration of Lily's curves as you consider her abilities. "Could you do it on your own, or would you need help?" you ask.

Lily takes a moment to consider your question, her brow furrowing slightly as she assesses her magical strengths. "I believe I could cast the charm on my own," she says slowly, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "But it would be a significant drain on my magical reserves, and it would likely leave me exhausted for several days afterwards. If I had help from another skilled witch or wizard, it would make the process easier and less taxing on my magical energy."

You nod, your fingers resuming their teasing caresses as you contemplate Lily's words. "I understand," you murmur.

You ponder the logistics of your plan, your hand continuing to caress Lily's curves as you mull over the possibilities. "Is there a way for us to slip away from Hogwarts for a few hours during the weekend, without alerting anyone to our absence?" you ask, your voice low and conspiratorial.

Lily considers your question, her eyes taking on a distant look as she mentally reviews the castle's security measures and potential escape routes. "It would be difficult, but not impossible," she murmurs, her voice thoughtful. "The castle is filled with secret passages and hidden rooms that few people know about. If we're careful and plan our timing just right, we could potentially slip away unnoticed for a few hours."

You reluctantly pull away from Lily, your body aching with the desire to continue your depraved activities. "As much as I would love to continue this, we should wrap things up for now," you say, your voice filled with regret. "We've been here for quite a while, and people might start to get suspicious if we linger too long."

Lily nods, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face before she schoos up her features into a neutral expression. "You're right," she agrees, her voice steady despite the blush that still stains her cheeks. "We should be careful not to arouse any suspicion."

Gently, Lily reaches out to wake Iris, who had been sleeping on her thighs, her head pillowed on the soft flesh. Iris blinks awake, her green eyes hazy and unfocused as she slowly sits up, her long red hair tousled and tangled from her impromptu nap.

You, Lily, and Iris reluctantly extricate yourselves from the tangled sheets, your bodies aching with the delicious soreness of your passionate activities. You watch with appreciation as Lily and Iris move about the room, their lithe bodies bending and stretching as they gather up their discarded clothing.

Lily's large breasts sway heavily as she leans down to retrieve her white blouse and black skirt, her thick ass bouncing with each movement. Iris's plump ass jiggles enticingly as she shimmies into her white shirt and grey skirt, her large breasts straining against the confines of her bra.

Once you're all dressed, Lily waves her wand, murmuring a spell under her breath. The lavish bed with its dark mahogany headboard and crimson sheets transforms back into a nondescript couch, erasing all evidence of your erotic encounter.

You watch with a smirk as Lily and Iris both cast a quick cleaning spell over their mouths, ridding themselves of any lingering tastes from your earlier activities. Then, they both step forward to take turns kissing you goodbye, their lips soft against yours.

Lily's kiss is deep and passionate, her tongue sliding sensually against yours as she pours all of her desire and devotion into the embrace. Your hands roam over her curvy body, squeezing her thick ass as you swallow her moans of pleasure.

Iris's kiss is sweeter, her lips moving shyly against yours as she tentatively explores your mouth with her tongue. As you finally pull away from Iris's kiss, you tell Lily to meet you on Saturday evening at the one-eyed witch statue.