One Boring Potions Class

You were sitting at your desk, bored, as a perfectly brewed Draught of Peace sat in the cauldron next to you. You had found that you actually enjoyed brewing potions when Snape wasn't breathing down your neck. You discovered it was a lot like cooking, which you found relaxing despite being **** to do it for your relatives.

You had your attention completely on the Muggle notebook you had open as you finished the final touches on a quick drawing. Among other things you found to pass the time while the Dursleys were ignoring you this summer, (thanks mostly to the threat of Sirius) you had found a talent for drawing. Almost everything you drew came out almost perfect.

You quickly sign your name at the bottom of the page as you have for every drawing in the book.

"Potter!" Startled, you look up directly into the black eyes of Hogwarts Potions Master and Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape. Snape's eyes glanced to the potion beside you and for a split second, his eyes showed shock before his gaze fell to your notebook.

Before you can react, Snape snatches your notebook from the table and you start to panic. The drawing you had just finished was a rather lewd one of the Beauxbatons Tri-Wizard champion Fleur Delacour in a much more revealing Beauxbatons uniform.

In your shock and panic, your eyes fell to your desk where, to your dismay, the Muggle sharpie you had used to sign your name on the page had leaked through the paper and now stained the desk with a black 'Harry Potter'. Snape will definitely take points and give you detention if he sees this!

Speaking of Snape, he was awfully quiet. You look up hesitantly and see him studying the page. "I apologize Mr. Potter" He said to your shock and that of the whole class. "I did not realize this was your notebook. Also, it appears the desk I had assigned you in your First Year, was yours to begin with. I apologize on behalf of the school for using it without your permission." And with that, Snape handed you your notebook back.

"Wait, what?" You couldn't stop yourself. "No docking of points for not paying attention, or vandalizing the desk?" "20 Points from Gryffindor for talking back to a teacher Potter." Snape said automatically. "As for you dunder-headed question, I can't punish you for what you do with your property, and that desk has always been yours, even before you got here. Your name is even on it. Are you that much of a moron you can't find your own seat even when it has your name on it?" He asked icily to the jeers and laugher of the Slytherins.

"So because it has my name on it, it's mine?" You ask, confused. Snape closed his eyes in frustration. "Yes you fool!" He snarled. "And does this only apply to me?" You ask. Snape's left eye twitches. "Yes you pea-brained brat! It's another one of your privileges." He growled as he explained. "Anything with your name on it, becomes your property and you are allowed to do whatever you want with it without any prosecutions." It looked like it physically pained Snape to admit that.

"And it works on anything?" You couldn't help but ask. "That's what I said you insolent whelp! Now get out of my class!" He yelled. You gather up your stuff and head to the door, you mind swirling with possibilities even as Snape glares at your potion and grudgingly grades it an O.

You could just steal Hermione's homework and use it as your own, Hell even her in class assignments! You could finally get some nice clothes without having to have money...

You smirk. You could take over the Dursley house and make the apologize for everything and beg him for forgiveness.

Then your mind started to wander to more abstract ways of using this power. Why steal from Hermione, when she can just do both of their work and be happy about it. Then your thoughts turn darker. Maybe I can use this Power to get something... more.

Hermione was looking better than ever this year, you noticed, the Hogwarts robes not doing much in hiding her growing chest. Her ass was round and firm, magic doing wonders for a teenage girls body.

You had also noticed Susan Bones, who you want to get closer to because of her Aunt Amelia Bones, director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) at the Ministry of Magic. If this Power works the way you think it does, maybe you can get Sirius the trial he should've had 17 years ago.

Then there was the Blonde-haired, blue-eyed Ice Queen of Slytherin Daphne Greengrass. Her chest was nothing to scoff at (rivaling Hermione's even), but her ass was by far the best in Hogwarts. A firm bubble-butt that jiggled when she walked but never sagged. You wonder how it would look bright red.

Your eye suddenly twitches as you remember the events of the Choosing of the Champions from a few nights ago and how that stuck up Veela bitch called you a 'Leetle Boy' and dismissed your claims of not entering yourself into the tournament as the excuses of a 'lying, attention-seeking brat'. Fleur, the subject of your most recent set of drawings, was gorgeous, as all Veela should be. But what set Fleur apart, was her massive tits (far surpassing Hermione's amazing DD cups, she had to be at least an F cup, far bigger than the Veela at the World Cup), and her ass (which looked somehow both firmer and softer than Daphne's). Thankfully, you found that you seem to be immune to the Veela's trademark Allure, which you had previously felt at the Quidditch World Cup, but that was probably because there were way more Veela there.

Decisions, decisions...