Conquests of the Dragon

A/N: Please note that for the purposes of this story, all characters being portrayed are above the age of 18, even if their book counterparts are not. In this universe, Hogwarts started at 13.

As Draco stepped into the Ministry atrium, leading his new slaves behind him on their leashes, he decided he was unsatisfied with the ritual. There were too many terms of the girls’ enslavement that were unsatisfying to him, and more that were completely impractical. He wanted the option to breed his slaves eventually, for example. And if the girls couldn’t hold jobs, then Lily wouldn’t be able to continue working as the Muggle Studies professor. And Draco wanted his slut to be able to continue serving him in secret at school. In fact, he wanted the entire fact of their enslavement to remain a secret. Which, currently, the contracts would not really allow.

Luckily for Draco Malfoy, he hadn’t been the first Malfoy to have problems with the contract. A previous ancestor had designed a ritual to change it however the owner desired. Getting the original ritual done had been necessary to establish Draco’s legal ownership of the two Potter bitches, but he would change their bond so it fit his specifications.

Draco stepped into the designated apparition area, and disapparated with his two slaves. Apparating two people side-along without even touching them was no trouble for Draco like it would have been for most wizards, given his extraordinary power and magical skill. Such a thing was only natural for the heir to the oldest and richest pureblood house. No one had paid his slaves a second glance as he walked across the atrium; slaves weren’t an unusual sight in the Wizarding World.

Draco arrived in the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor. The familiar opulence of his home greeted him. Draco had owned the manor for pretty much all of his life, officially. When his father was sentenced to life in Azkaban for supporting the Dark Lord after his , all of Lucius’s property had been forfeit, passing to his son. Draco’s mother had managed the property, along with the multitude of other Malfoy assets, until Draco came of age last year, but Draco had been the owner. Draco had never been close to his mother. She preferred to spend most of her time in France, leaving the child-rearing to a succession of nannies. He respected her business acumen though. She had managed to prevent the Malfoy fortune from dissipating when its reputation had taken a hit with his father’s conviction. It was Draco who had restored that reputation, along with bringing that fortune to new heights.

He led his new slaves to the ritual room, which had already been prepared for this very purpose. A circular chamber, it was located in the basement, and had a pentagram on the floor. The only illumination came from the ever-burning blue torches stuck in sconces on the walls.

Draco had Lily and Ava stand up. “Alright, girls. We’ll be conducting a second ritual, to make some modifications to our bond,” He told them, “Stand at a point of the pentagram.”

They did so. Draco moved to the center of the pentagram, and recited the phrase in Latin that his ancestor had devised, directing his magic into the runes that he had carved on the floor. They began to glow with crimson fire, clashing with the ghostly blue of the torches. Soon enough, tendrils have flame emerged from the runes, connecting to the seals on the girls’ backs and pussies, as well as to their collars.

Draco stopped his chanting, regarding the girls, who seemed to be in a state of frozen ecstasy. He then began to speak in a booming, magnified voice, this time in English. “Hear my words and Obey. My slaves shall be fertile, but only when I so command. They shall have the ability to work, and to carry on relationships with the permission of their Master. They shall be permitted to cause the seals on their backs to be concealed if necessary, though not the seals above their cunts. Furthermore, they shall be permitted to wear clothes, and their collars may be concealed. Finally, the Ava Evangeline shall mature in form, to more closely resemble that of her mother. So I will it, so mote it be.”

The change in Ava was almost immediate. Her tits swelled, expanding to be nearly the size of her mother’s massive ones. Her hips also widened, and her ass bubbled out. She moaned as these changes took effect, shaking in orgasm. Finally, the tendrils retreated back into the runes, whose crimson glow faded.

Draco cast a powerful Notice-Me-Not charm on Ava. It would render her new developments unnoticeable to all but him and her mother, and the effect would be permanent unless he reversed it.

“Alright, slaves. Now that you’ve been tailored to my specifications, we can get around to the fun stuff.”