Base: Daphne Greengrass

A week has gone since Hermione took her inaugural Pureblood witch as her Mudblood breeding vessel.

The whispers in the halls grew louder, the glances more furtive. News of Tracey's sudden change in demeanor had spread like wildfire. The Slytherin had been seen often with a secretive smile, a spark in her eye that hadn't been there before. She walked with a newfound confidence, her hips swaying just a little more than usual, and there was something...different about her scent.

The main difference is she's done with Montague. She openly admitted to him, when he confronted Tracey about where she'd disappeared to the previous night, that she had been with someone else. She openly admitted to cheating on him, and that she went all the way with them. "It's one of those things Monty. I met someone, sparks flew and before I knew it, I'm riding them."

Who this mystery lover was, nobody could say. She was keeping tight-lipped and wasn't seen with anybody. But the whispers grew into full-blown rumors, and the rumors grew into accusations. The Slytherin's once cold demeanor had thawed, replaced by a warmth that was unsettling to those who knew her. They all knew she was sneaking out at night for her romps with this mystery person, always smelling freshly of that foreign essence every morning.

Hermione of course, observed and watched the controversy, with the freedom of knowing she's the literal last person they'd think of Tracey being with. She felt a smug satisfaction at her own cleverness. It had been a week since she had last knotted Tracey, no longer needing to since she could sense that one of Tracey's eggs had taken. The Slytherin begged for Hermione to put her knot in during their many sex sessions since, and the brunette would deny her.

The denial was a power play, it kept Tracey coming back for more, begging for more. It was a dance of dominance that Hermione enjoyed, seeing the powerful pureblood reduced to a quivering mess beneath her. Each time Tracey came, her body was flooded with more of Hermione's potent pheromones, further solidifying the mental and physical bond between them.

But Hermione couldn't afford to settle down. Tracey was one Pureblood of an ungodly amount that attended Hogwarts. Her mission was far from over. It was great to fuck her claimed baby mumma, but was time to go back to planning for her next baby mumma.

This one would be a step up the pecking order in terms of the social hierarchy of Slytherin house. We started with a Pansy Parkinson minion, how about Pansy Parkinson's closest friend?

Daphne Greengrass. That was the name Hermione had set her sights on next. The blonde Slytherin was not only beautiful, but she was also the best friend of Pansy Parkinson, the head prefect of their house and one of the most influential Purebloods at Hogwarts. If she could claim Daphne, the whispers would become a roar, and alarms in their little community will be ringing.

The Davis family qualified as Pureblood, but there were deviations in their bloodline that meant they weren't truly pure. In fact, you'll seldom find any families where blood purity hasn't been watered down just a little.

The ones who are as pure as the word, equal to the number twenty-eight. The Sacred Twenty-eight. The Greengrass family is a solid and renowned member of that list. So as Purebloods' go Hermione was targeting Pureblood royalty, in comparison to Tracey.

Hermione had noticed Daphne, of course. Who hasn't noticed Daphne Greengrass? Her long blonde hair, her graceful figure, and her icy blue eyes that could cut you to your soul. The thought of her with those same eyes glazed over with pleasure as she rode Hermione's knot was intoxicating. But it was more than just the thrill of the hunt, it was also the power play.

To take Daphne. To sully her rich pure bloodline with rich Muggle genes. Opposite ends of the scale. It was a challenge that made Hermione's blood boil with excitement. And so, she waited. Watched. Planned.