Chapter 10

As the first rays of dawn seep into the Room of Requirement, you stir from your slumber. Iris's warmth still radiates beside you, but the weight of the outside world presses upon your consciousness. You extricate yourself from the tangled sheets, your body protesting the loss of warmth. With a thought the Room of Requirement changes and with a quick shower, no trace of the night's activities remains. You dress quickly, and your movements are efficient from years of practice. Iris watches you, her eyes heavy with satiation.

You turn to Iris, your tone pragmatic, yet still tinged with the warmth of the previous night's escapades. "We should leave," you say, the words hanging in the air like a spell yet to be cast. "If your housemates ask where you were, say you woke up early and went to the kitchens." Iris nods, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she rises from the bed. She quickly dresses, her movements a mirror of your efficiency.

You lead the way, the familiar stone corridors of Hogwarts echoing under your footsteps. The castle is still waking up, the early morning light casting long shadows on the walls. You and Iris part ways at a fork in the corridor, a silent agreement hanging between you. You head towards the Slytherin dormitory, while Iris heads towards the Gryffindor Tower. With Iris under control, you now know of the required doses of your corruption potion before someone is fully under, though it could take more or less depending on the willpower of the person. However, you should give it a few days before making any further plans in case of more side effects.

As you walk, your mind wanders back to the events of the previous night. The memory of Iris's surrender, the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans—it all feels like a dream now, under the harsh morning light. Yet, the anticipation of what's to come stirs a thrill within you. The castle's stone corridors reverberate with the distant chimes of the clock tower, signaling the approach of breakfast time. Students begin to trickle out of their dormitories, yawning and stretching, their conversations a low murmur that fills the air with the buzz of life.

You make your way to the Great Hall, the high ceiling now a pale blue, mimicking the morning sky. You have Iris Potter, now you need to wait before moving on to Jasmine Potter. The idea of having Iris teach her to pleasure you is enticing. Seeing Iris lead her little sister into the den of debauchery you've created will be beautiful. As you enter the Great Hall, the chatter of students rises to greet you, a cacophony of voices that ebbs and flows like the tides of the nearby Great Lake. You spot Iris at the Gryffindor table, her red hair a fiery beacon amidst the sea of students. She's laughing at something Rose says, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. You slide into your seat at the Slytherin table, your eyes lingering on Iris across the hall. The scent of breakfast wafts through the air, a mix of eggs, bacon, and freshly baked bread. You fill your plate, the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of conversation providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts.

As you eat, you observe your future targets, You see Jasmine Potter from afar, her head still buried in a book as she picks at her breakfast. She's sitting alone, a stark contrast to her sisters. Her long wavy red hair cascades down her back, occasionally catching the light from the enchanted ceiling above. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, a small frown of concentration etched between her brows.

Rose Potter is a blur of motion at the Gryffindor table, her athleticism on full display as she regales her housemates with some animated tale, her hands gesticulating wildly. Her short red hair is tousled, likely from an early morning Quidditch practice. Her green eyes are bright with excitement, reflecting the thrill of the game she so loves.

Daphne Greengrass, the so-called Ice Queen of Slytherin, sits at the table, her posture straight. Her golden blonde hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail, not a single strand out of place. Her icy blue eyes scan the Great Hall with a certain detachment as if she's above the morning chaos. Her custom robe of acromantula silk shimmers subtly in the morning light filtering through the high windows, setting her apart from the other students. She speaks in hushed tones to her confidante, Lyra Black, their conversation a closely guarded secret. Despite her aloof demeanor, there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips, a brief crack in her icy facade.

Lyra Black, the Slytherin with the rebellious streak, sits beside Daphne, her curly black hair forming a halo of shadows around her face. Her amethyst eyes, dark and fathomless, flicker with an intensity that belies her relaxed posture.

Lily Potter, the enchanting Muggle Studies teacher, stands at the head of the Gryffindor table, her long red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. She laughs at a joke Harry tells, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. The morning light catches the delicate features of Lily Potter's face, highlighting the smattering of freckles across her nose. She's younger than you expected, fresh-faced and vibrant, a stark contrast to the boring muggle crap she teaches about.

You rise from the Slytherin table, your eyes briefly meeting with Iriss' across the hall. The silent communication between you is clear; you've both been anticipating the next opportunity to indulge in your illicit liaison. As you move through the throng of students, you make a mental note of your schedule. History with Binns first, perfect.

As the students shuffle into Binns' History of Magic classroom, you find a spot in the back, away from the ghostly professor's wandering gaze. Iris slips into the seat beside you, her green eyes flicking to yours with a flicker of anticipation. The classroom is a dusty, ancient space filled with towering bookshelves and a collection of desks that have seen better centuries. It doesn't take long for the students to dose off, which is when you make your move. As Professor Binns drones on about the obscure details of some long-forgotten wizarding feud, you slide your hand under her robe, finding Iris's thigh. She stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into your touch, her breath hitching ever so slightly. The classroom, filled with the soft snores of your classmates, is the perfect cover for your illicit activities.

As your fingers trace delicate patterns on Iris's thigh, she shifts in her seat, a silent invitation for you to explore further. The parchment on your desk lies untouched, your quill forgotten as you focus on the warmth beneath your hand. Iris's uniform skirt inches up, revealing more of her soft skin. The classroom's musty air is punctuated by the occasional snore from a sleeping student, the perfect soundtrack to your clandestine activities. Iris's breathing becomes shallower, a testament to her growing arousal. You glance at the back of Professor Binns' translucent head, ensuring he remains oblivious to the scene unfolding behind him. Your hand moves with practiced stealth, navigating the familiar terrain of Iris's thigh. She's adept at hiding her reactions, a skill honed from countless encounters such as this. Her legs part slightly, granting you further access. Your heart races in your chest, the thrill of the forbidden heightening the sensation.

The History of Magic lesson drones on, an endless stream of dates and names that holds no interest for you.You casually chat with Iris while your hand continues its exploration, discussing the upcoming Houses Cup challenges to maintain the appearance of innocence.

As you weave your fingers through the fabric of Iris's underwear, you lean over to whisper in her ear. "Gryffindor will need all the help they can get with the House Cup this year," you remark, your voice a mere murmur to avoid drawing attention. Iris turns her head slightly, her lips barely moving as she responds. "We'll see about that, Malfoy. Gryffindor always pulls through in the end." Her voice betrays a hint of breathlessness, but to anyone else, it would just seem like the usual banter between rivals.

Your fingers continue their dance, finding the heat and moisture that signal her arousal. The classroom continues its somnolent rhythm, the students simply lost to the world, as Binns' monotone lecture fades into the background. Iris's response is a soft whimper, quickly muffled by a cough, her face turning towards the chalkboard to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

You maintain your casual demeanor, continuing the conversation about the House Cup.

You slide your hand deeper, fingers deftly maneuvering under her underwear. You feel the slick warmth of her arousal, the proof of her anticipation, and slowly push two fingers inside. Iris's reaction is immediate, a slight jump, quickly stifled, followed by the tension of her thigh muscles. Her breathing hitches, and she shifts in her seat to grant you better access, all under the guise of getting more comfortable. As the ghostly Professor Binns drones on about the intricacies of Goblin Rebellions, you feel Iris's body language change, a subtle stiffening followed by a liquid relaxation as you enter her. Her hand, previously resting on her lap, clenches into a fist, the knuckles whitening under her skin.

"I heard that the Charms professor is planning a particularly challenging task for the exam this year." The classroom's ancient wooden walls seem to absorb the sound of your voices, keeping your conversation private within the bubble of your illicit activity. Iris, her cheeks now a shade darker, nods in agreement, playing along with the ruse. "Yes, I've heard the same. Professor Flitwick has been seen consulting some very old texts," she whispers back, her voice steady despite the flush on her face. You continue to subtly move your fingers, timing your rhythm with the monotony of Binns's lecture.

As you synchronize your movements with the ebb and flow of the professor's droning voice, Iris seems to relax into the sensation, her body subtly undulating in time with your hand. She keeps her eyes fixed on the front of the room, her expression one of feigned interest in the Ghost's lecture. You increase the pace of your fingers.

The clock ticks in the background, a steady heartbeat underscoring the rhythm of your fingers inside Iris. The lesson on Goblin Rebellions continues Binns' voice a monotonous lullaby that masks the sounds of Iris's suppressed pleasure. You curl your fingers slightly, a silent question. Iris responds with a subtle nod, her eyes still locked on the chalkboard. You feel her internal muscles tighten around your fingers as she answers your silent inquiry with an affirmation. You keep the rhythm steady, not too fast to avoid drawing attention, but with enough pressure to send waves of pleasure through Iris's body. Her responses are subtle, a slight twitch of her lip, a subtle shift of her hips, all masterfully disguised as restlessness or the need to stretch.

As the minutes stretch on, you maintain your careful ministrations. The ancient wooden clock above the blackboard ticks in sync with the pulse of your fingers inside Iris. You're careful to keep your movements subtle, a dance of fingers and restraint beneath the desk, hidden by the dull drone of Professor Binns' lecture on goblin uprisings. Iris's breathing becomes a series of small, controlled gasps, each one a silent echo in the still air of the History of Magic classroom. She shifts again, the old wooden chair creaking softly beneath her, her body language a delicate balance of tension and release.

You continue making small talk, your voice steady, betraying none of the exquisite tension that simmers just beneath the surface. As the lesson nears its end, your fingers speed up pushing Iris to an explosive orgasm. The classroom, filled with the scent of old parchment and the faint aroma of Iris's perfume, becomes the stage for your final act. The ticking of the clock grows louder in the quiet room, the only witness to the crescendo of Iris's pleasure. You feel her body tense, her breath hitching in her throat as she reaches the precipice. In the final moments of the class, as Binns drones on about the Goblin Wars, you feel Iris's body stiffen imperceptibly. A subtle flush creeps up her neck, a delicate rosy hue that could easily be mistaken for the warm glow of the classroom's candlelight. The ticking of the clock accelerates in your ears, a staccato beat that matches the frantic rhythm of your heart.

As the clock strikes the end of the lesson, Iris's body relaxes, the tension that was coiled tightly within her now unwound with exquisite precision. She lets out a soft sigh, expertly disguised as a yawn, her green eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment with a glint of satisfaction.

As the other students begin to stand and stretch, shaking off the lethargy induced by Binns' monotonous lecture, you remain seated. Iris, still flushed from her release, gathers her parchment and quill, her movements deliberate and controlled. You lock eyes with her, a silent promise of more to come. With a subtle tilt of your head, you bring your fingers to your lips, the same fingers that were inside her just moments ago. You extend your tongue and lick each finger deliberately, savoring the taste of Iris's essence. The gesture is as casual as tasting the aftermath of a good meal, yet it sends a jolt through Iris, her eyes widening just a fraction before she catches herself, standing up and smoothing her robes.

The classroom slowly empties, leaving you and Iris among the scatter of parchment scraps and discarded feathers from broken quills.

You lean in, pressing a swift, sealing kiss to Iris's lips, a silent acknowledgment of the shared secret lingering between you. Her lips part in surprise, but you're already pulling away, a smirk playing on your lips as you turn to leave.

The stone corridors of Hogwarts swallow you as you navigate the throng of students transitioning between classes.

The days at Hogwarts pass in a blur of classes, potions, and whispered secrets. You've been exploring the depths of your influence over Iris Potter, pushing her boundaries and your own. Your hold on Iris has been cemented, it's time to move on to Jasmine Potter, with Iris's help that should be easy. As you stride through the corridors, the ancient stones of Hogwarts echo with the footsteps of generations past. The portraits lining the walls watch with curious eyes, their painted faces flickering with the illusion of life. You're headed towards the library, where Jasmine Potter spends most of her free time buried in books.

Thankfully you have Iris joining you. You walk into the library, the scent of old parchment and ink filling your nostrils. The high ceiling is lost in the shadows of the evening, and the rows of books stretch out like a maze. You see Jasmine Potter at a distant table, her nose buried in a thick tome.

You turn to Iris and give her a vial of the Corruption potion. "Iris I want you to get Jasmine to drink this, say it's a potion you created to help with retaining information." you say to her.

Iris takes the vial from you, her fingers brushing against the cool glass. She turns it over, watching the light play off the potion's surface. "I understand," she says. She pockets the vial and looks towards Jasmine, a determined glint in her eyes.

The two of you approach Jasmine's table, the sound of your footsteps echoing lightly in the vast library. Jasmine looks up from her book as you draw near, her green eyes flicking from Iris to you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Hello, Draco," she says, her voice soft yet steady. "Iris, what brings you here with Malfoy?"

Iris steps forward, a bright smile on her face. "Hi, Jasmine. I've been working on a potion that helps with memory retention," she says, pulling out the vial and presenting it to Jasmine. "I thought you might be interested in trying it out?"

Jasmine's gaze lingers on the vial, then shifts to you, suspicion narrowing her eyes. "Why would Malfoy be interested in my studies?" she asks, her tone wary.

You lean against a nearby bookshelf, feigning disinterest.

"I'm not, Iris created the potion and needs someone to test it. I tried it but got minimal results so she wanted to ask you for help in trying it."

Jasmine's eyes linger on you, gauging the truth in your words. She then turns her attention back to Iris, the vial, and the potential it holds. "Alright," she concedes, "I'll try your potion, Iris. But only because I trust you."

Iris smiles, relief washing over her face. She uncorks the vial and hands it to Jasmine. "The whole vial please," she instructs. Jasmine complies. Jasmine tilts her head back and empties the contents of the vial in one swift gulp. The potion glides down her throat, leaving a faint shimmer in its wake. She coughs lightly, the potency of the potion catching her off guard. "That's... interesting," she remarks, handing the empty vial back to Iris.

You watch closely, noting the subtle changes in Jasmine's demeanor. Her eyes seem a tad brighter, her posture a bit more relaxed. The potion is taking effect, but it's too early to tell how deeply it has embedded itself in her.

"Thank you, Jasmine," Iris says, tucking the vial back into her pocket. "We should know if it works as you continue studying."

Jasmine nods, her gaze drifting back to the book in front of her.

"Let's go to a quieter corner so you aren't distracted, Jasmine." You say

Jasmine looks up from her book, a flicker of surprise crossing her face at your suggestion. "A quieter corner?" she echoes, her gaze shifting between you and Iris. "I suppose that couldn't hurt."

You nod, gesturing towards a secluded corner of the library, hidden behind towering bookshelves. It's a spot you've used before for... private discussions. The three of you make your way through the labyrinth of knowledge, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.

As you settle into the quiet corner, the ambient noise of the library fades into a distant hum. Jasmine takes a seat at a small wooden table, her fingers tracing the grain of the wood. Iris sits across from her, while you lean against a nearby shelf, observing.

"Do you feel any different Jasmine?" You ask.

"Different?" Jasmine repeats, furrowing her brow as she contemplates your question. "I'm not sure. Maybe a bit... lighter? It's hard to explain."

You nod, watching her intently. "That's to be expected. The potion is supposed to enhance cognitive functions, after all. It's probably just your mind adjusting to the increased clarity."

Iris chimes in, her voice filled with eager anticipation. "Remember to let us know how your study session is going. If the potion works, it could be a great help to all of us."

Jasmine nods, her gaze distant as she thinks about the potential implications. "I will. I have a lot of material to cover for Ancient Runes, so this potion might just be what I need."

You sit to the side and wait a little while pulling out a book you had prepared beforehand, You bring Jasmine's attention to the book on male anatomy you are pretending to read.

As Jasmine's eyes follow you, she takes in the sight of the book you're ostensibly engrossed in. The book's cover is a mosaic of vivid illustrations, each depicting various aspects of male anatomy in meticulous detail. You pretend to be absorbed in the chapter discussing the intricate network of nerves in the male body, an arbitrary choice to maintain the ruse.

Jasmine's eyebrows raise slightly as she reads the title aloud, "The Comprehensive Guide to the Inner Workings of the Male Form." There's a hint of curiosity in her voice, mingled with a tinge of embarrassment. "That's... quite a specific subject," she comments, her eyes darting from the book to you and then to Iris.

Iris, quick to capitalize on the moment, nods enthusiastically. "It's fascinating, isn't it?" Iris says, her voice brimming with feigned enthusiasm. "Draco was just explaining some of the more complex concepts to me. It's incredible how much there is to learn about the human body."

Jasmine looks between the two of you, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "I've never really thought about it," she admits, her gaze lingering on the book's cover. "I suppose it makes sense that there would be a lot to understand."

You seize the opportunity to delve deeper into the conversation. "Indeed, Jasmine. Knowledge is power, after all. Understanding the intricacies of the male form can be quite advantageous, especially in our world where magic intertwines so closely with the physical."

Iris nods along, playing her part perfectly.

"would you like to learn? Iris can show you how much she's picked up." You ask

Jasmine blinks in surprise at your offer, her eyes widening slightly. "Learn? About this?" She gestures towards the book, her expression a mix of uncertainty and intrigue. "I'm not sure I'm ready for something so..."

Iris, sensing Jasmine's hesitation, reaches out to gently squeeze her hand. "It's okay, Jasmine. I was just as unsure when Draco first offered to teach me. But I can assure you, it's quite enlightening. And it's not just about the knowledge. It's about understanding ourselves and others better."

You watch the exchange, a slight smirk playing on your lips. "Iris is right, Jasmine. And think about it, with your keen intellect and thirst for knowledge, you could probably grasp these concepts faster than most." Jasmine hesitates, her gaze shifting between you and Iris, the weight of the decision visible in her eyes. "I... I suppose it couldn't hurt to learn a bit," she concedes, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we have to be discreet. If anyone found out..."

You nod, understanding the need for secrecy. "Of course, Jasmine. Discretion is paramount. We wouldn't want to jeopardize your reputation or ours. This will be our little secret."

Iris beams at Jasmine. "We'll start with the basics, and you can decide how far you want to take it. There's no pressure, Jasmine. We're here to learn and explore at your own pace."

You slide into the chair next to Jasmine, the ancient wood creaking under your weight. The book, thick with pages of arcane knowledge, lands softly in Jasmine's lap. Iris, with a practiced grace, settles herself on Jasmine's other side, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Jasmine's fingers trace the worn leather cover of the book, her eyes scanning the golden title embossed on the front. She swallows audibly, her gaze flickering to each of you in turn. "Alright," she says, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her throat. "Let's see what there is to learn."

You open the book to a marked page, displaying intricate diagrams. Iris leans in, her hair brushing against Jasmine's shoulder as she points to a particular section.

You turn the pages of the book, the parchment rustling softly under your fingertips. The page you stop at is filled with detailed illustrations of male anatomy, the various stages of arousal depicted with an artist's precision. Besides each drawing, runic scripts describe the physiological responses in clinical detail.

Jasmine's eyes widen as she takes in the images, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her gaze lingers on the diagrams, tracing the lines of the illustrated anatomy with an intensity that betrays her curiosity.

Iris, following Jasmine's gaze, smiles knowingly. "It's... a lot to take in at first," she says, her voice soft. "But there's a certain beauty in the complexity of it all, don't you think?"

You nod, turning to look at Jasmine. The candlelight flickers across the pages, casting long, dancing shadows over the intricate drawings. You watch Jasmine closely, gauging her reaction as she studies the illustrations. The silence in the library is punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the candles and the soft rustle of turning pages.

Jasmine swallows hard, her eyes flickering between the book and the two of you. "This... this is a lot to process," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I mean, Mom gave me the talk, but seeing it like this... it's different."

Iris reaches out, placing a reassuring hand over Jasmine's. "It's okay to be overwhelmed, Jasmine. No one's expecting you to become an expert overnight. We're here to guide you through it, at your own pace."

"Maybe something simple to start with, how about we show you kissing?" You say.

You lean in towards Iris, your gaze never leaving Jasmine's. The flicker of curiosity in Jasmine's eyes intensifies as you tilt your head, closing the distance between you and Iris. Your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, a gentle brush that carries the weight of unspoken promises and shared secrets.

Jasmine watches, her breath hitching slightly as you pull away, your fingers intertwining with Iris's. The sight of the two of you, so intimately connected, seems to root her to the spot, her gaze fixated on the lingering warmth in your expressions.

Clearing her throat, Jasmine averts her eyes, her fingers absentmindedly flipping through the pages of the book. "That... that was nice," she mumbles, a new shade of red creeping up her neck. "I didn't expect..." "..to see such a tender moment," Jasmine finishes, her voice trailing off as she forces herself to meet your gaze. "But I suppose there's more to learn here than just what's in the books."

You give her a small, encouraging smile. "Exactly, Jasmine. The theory is important, but the practical application is where the true understanding lies," you say, your voice carrying an undertone of the excitement that comes with sharing forbidden knowledge.

Iris nods in agreement, her hand still holding Jasmine's. "It's about balance, Jasmine. The intellectual and the emotional, the mind and the body. They're all connected."

Jasmine seems to ponder this, her gaze shifting between the two of you and the book lying open in her lap. "I think I'm beginning to understand."

The candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on Jasmine's face as she processes the whirlwind of new information. Her green eyes, wide and questioning, meet yours. You see a spark of curiosity there, a flicker of desire for understanding, and perhaps something more.

With a gentle hand, you close the book, the thud echoing softly in the hushed library. "Jasmine," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you like to try? To learn through experience, as Iris did?"

Her breath catches, and for a moment, she's silent, her gaze dropping to your lips. Then, with a small nod, she gives her consent.

You lean in, your heart pounding in your chest. Your lips meet hers in a soft, tentative kiss. The kiss is brief but impactful, a gentle press of lips that sends a ripple of surprise through Jasmine's body. You pull back slightly, gauging her reaction. Her eyes flutter open, wide and startled, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Iris, ever the supportive accomplice, gives Jasmine's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, Jasmine," she whispers, her voice a soothing balm in the tense silence. "Just breathe and let yourself feel."

Jasmine takes a deep breath, her eyes closing as she nods. "Again," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "I want to... understand."

You oblige, leaning in to capture her lips once more. This time, the kiss deepens a slow exploration that leaves both of you breathless. As you pull away, Jasmine's eyes remain closed, her lips parted in a silent gasp. The library, once filled with the soft rustling of turning pages and whispered conversations, now seems to hold its breath, the air thick with the weight of the moment.

Iris watches the two of you with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. She releases Jasmine's hand, leaning back in her chair to give you both space. "See?" she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not so scary once you let go."

Jasmine finally opens her eyes, her gaze meeting yours with a newfound intensity. "That was..." she starts, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right words. "It was different. Not at all what I expected."

You offer her a small, understanding smile.

"Iris, why don't you give her a kiss so she sees the differences between kissing boys and girls?"

Iris's green eyes flicker with understanding, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Draco," she says, her voice steady and confident. She turns to Jasmine, her gaze softening. "Jasmine, would you mind if I... showed you?"

Jasmine looks taken aback, her eyes darting between you and Iris. The library's silence seems to grow heavier, the tension palpable. After a moment, she nods, her voice barely a whisper when she speaks. "Okay, Iris. Show me."

Iris moves with a grace that belies her eagerness, leaning in to close the distance between her and Jasmine. Their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, a stark contrast to the one you shared with Jasmine. The kiss is a gentle, fleeting thing, more a brushing of lips than anything else. Jasmine's eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into the contact, her curiosity piqued. Iris is patient, her movements deliberate as she deepens the kiss, her tongue tracing the outline of Jasmine's lips.

Jasmine gasps softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the sensation. The library around you seems to fade into the background, the only sound being the soft, wet sound of their kissing. Iris's hand comes up to cradle Jasmine's face, her fingers threading through her red hair.

After a moment that seems to stretch on forever, Iris pulls away, her gaze locked on Jasmine's face. Jasmine's cheeks are flushed, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes open slowly, meeting Iris's with a dazed expression. "That was... I didn't know it could be like that," she admits, her voice shaky.

Iris smiles at her, a soft, fond expression. "There's a lot we can teach you, Jasmine," she says, her tone gentle. "If you're willing to learn." You sit back, watching the exchange with a sense of satisfaction.

You lean in, your hand resting on the back of Jasmine's chair, and capture her lips in a kiss that is both a question and an invitation. The contact is electric, a spark that ignites a slow-burning fire within you both. Jasmine's eyes flutter closed, and she responds with an eagerness that surprises you, her lips moving against yours with a newfound confidence.

When you pull away, Jasmine's breath hitches, her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink. Iris watches the two of you with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and excitement. "My turn, Jasmine," she prompts, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jasmine turns to Iris, her movements are deliberate and almost reverent. The library's silence is broken only by the soft rustle of parchment and the occasional creak of an old chair. Jasmine leans in, her lips meeting Iris's in a kiss that is both a mimicry and an exploration of the new sensations coursing through her. The kiss is hesitant at first, a tentative brush of lips that soon deepens under Iris's gentle guidance.

As Jasmine pulls away, her eyes are wide with wonder, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "That was... different," she murmurs, her gaze flickering between you and Iris. "I never knew."

Iris chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Jasmine's ear. "It's different with everyone, Jasmine."

"It's getting late so how about we continue the lesson tomorrow in the old charms classroom?" you suggest, your voice carrying a note of intrigue. The charms classroom, with its high ceilings and wide windows, offers a stark contrast to the dungeon-like library. It's a place of light and discovery, perfect for further exploration.

Jasmine's eyes flicker with interest, the gears in her mind visibly turning as she processes your proposal. "Tomorrow, then," she agrees, her voice carrying a newfound resolve. "But we must be discreet. If anyone were to find out..."

You nod in understanding, the corners of your mouth twitching into a slight smile. "Discretion is key," you assure her. "We wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention."