(2) Hello Draco, I'm Daisy Dursley

The Anklet is amazing!

After a light lunch, Heather has the chance to enter a bathroom and fix her make-up under the illusion. But while doing tbat, she took a look at what else she could do with it and found out she could tweak more than clothes and make-up. It wasn't like being a shapeshifter, but she could hide her scar.

That, changing the colour of her illusionary outfit to bubblegum pink and doing her hair in pigtails, she was similar but not quite the same. She has noticed that Wizards didn't pay that much attention.

The Wizarding World was different when they didn't reluctantly respect her. She was shoved, she was groped, it was bliss!!!

Arriving at Madame Malkins, she was directed into a private room where she was surrounded by Mirrors. Feeling paranoid, she reached out with her magic and managed to mime taking her clothes off and put them down. As she reached where she was to be measured, she felt the gazes of men. Wizards. Were they... Behind the Mirrors? Did all Witches her out in rooms like this?

While she was measured, Heather squirmed in arousal and the Witch attending wrinkles her nose and gave Heather a look of disgust. Offended that there's a Witch who enjoys being objectified by men.

She hears a chime and feels men leave. Naked and waiting for her robes, Heather lets out a needy whimper at the loss of male attention until a hand collides with her round arse. She moans low and lustful before turning. Her companion looks the same age as her. Blonde, with an aristocratic face delivering a disdainful, but appreciative look at her.

"Going to Hogwarts? First year?" She nods and he rewards her by rubbing her wet missy with his fingers. "What House so you think you will be in?" He chuckles when she suggests his. Another finger! "What family are you from, I don't recognise you." Heather realises he must be a Pureblood, and one of the more superior-minded ones. Hagri d had explained about that. Which meant she knew exactly what to say.

"I'm Daisy Dursley and I'm a Mudblood!" With as much cheerfulness as she can bring out, she tells him exactly what he needs to hear... To get him to remove his fingers and slap her across the face.

"I should drag you out as you are and sell you to tramps in Knockturn Alley for tricking me into fingering subhuman filth like you, but since you know to call yourself a Mudblood, I'll give you the chance to atone." With that, he opened his trousers and held out a really nice looking pale white cock.

Heather, or "Daisy" dropped to her knees and rubbed her face against the Pureblood's member. Her tongue coated his shaft with saliva before she switched to kissing and sucking on his balls. The Pureblood really enjoyed it, because he didn't grab her head to theatrical her, he patted her head like he was rewarding a particularly well-behaved dog.

"Hmm, that's a good Mudblood. Take my superior dick. Who'd have thought Muggle Filth could raise such a well-mannered cunt?" Heather knew enough to stay on task. He didn't want her story, he didn't actually care. Perfect.

"That's it Dursley!" And when he came, Heather swallowed him hole and felt her belly full with hot cum. She suckled a little longer till he softened, then cleaned his cock until all her spur and his fun was in her belly. She even opened her mouth to show him.

"I never thought the day would come, but thank you Dursley. A Mudblood has made a tedious day actually worth the boredom. Well done."

What Next?
Option 1- Heather has money now, visiting the Bookshop (Hello Hermione)(with Draco?)
Option 2- "Daisy Dursley" explores Diagon Alley with Draco
Option 3- the Wand of a Witch is very different from the Wand of a Wizard (Leave suggestions)
Option X- Open to Suggestions