Draco's

The evening air had the scent of lilac as You strolled through the deserted corridors of the Hogwarts dungeons. Unseen by the watchful eyes of the Hogwarts Portraits and Prefects, you stopped before a nondescript door, hidden behind a dusty tapestry. Your hand hovered over the knob, the anticipation of his plan sending a thrill up his spine. With a quiet turn, the door revealed a chamber filled with simple potion supplies and the lingering smell of failed potions. Among the refuse of failed potions, Your eyes fell upon your Magnus opus, a Potion of your creation that would induce a slow corruption of lust and a twisted love within the targets of your choice. Slowly molding them into your perfect playthings. it had been missing a key ingredient one that you hadn't thought to add but made sense in hindsight, your semen.

With meticulous precision, you brought the cauldron of liquid to boil casting eerie shadows across the chamber walls. The room grew thick with the aroma of seduction and dominance as the potion bubbled. you stirred with a wand, whispering incantations that bound the potions' effects to your will. your mind raced with thoughts of the chaos this elixir would bring to Harry's life and the power it would grant you. As the potion readied near completion you pulled your robe to the side and started masturbating to thought of what you would do.

You planned to insinuate yourself into Harry's world, gaining the trust of the women he cherished. Your potion would make them crave your touch and bind them to you in a way that transcended physical attraction. It would be a prison of passion and obedience, leaving them incapable of resisting your commands while their minds remained free. You imagined the look of horror on Harry's face as he realized the depth of his loss, the futility of his efforts to save them since your potion has no cure after all why would there be? for it had not existed until you had created it. The image of Harry despairing brought warmth to your chest, a sense of triumph that fueled your dark ambition. That thought brought you to completion as your cum landed in the boiling potion, changing its colour and consistency to that of your cum which was a surprise but a welcome one as you imagine the girls swallowing this changed potion.

The potion was ready, its surface mirroring Your twisted desires. You pour the thick creamy liquid into an innocuous vial charmed to hold more than its small size would make you think, corked it, and concealed it within the folds of your robe. Your heart is pounding as you step out of the chamber, the weight of your task both thrilling and terrifying. You planned to start with the most ****, those who had shown weakness in the past. You knew it would not be easy, but the promise of **** was too alluring to resist. Before completely leaving you call for the Malfoy elf, Kreacher a decrepit old elf that hated Mudbloods and blood traitors almost as much as you did, and had him clean the room left behind and destroy all evidence you had been there.

Once the potion was consumed and the first target had succumbed to your will, you would use them to capture the next. The power of the potion would spread, like a ripple effect, and you would slowly claim each of the women in Harry's life one by one. Their resistance would crumble, their minds giving in to the irresistible lure of your dominance. And Harry would be powerless to stop it, watching as his life fell apart around him, piece by piece.

The thrill of it all made your cock twitch with anticipation, but you knew that patience was the key to your success. You had to wait for the perfect moment, the one that would allow you to catch all of them off guard and set your plan into motion. So you bided your time, observing them closely, and planning out each step of your attack. When the time came, they would have no idea what hit them.

The first target was Iris Potter, Harry's sister and the eldest triplet. You had studied her habits, noting her fondness for the quiet solitude of the greenhouses. It was there you would strike when she was lost in her thoughts and her guard was down. The potion would be slipped into her tea, as from your observations it seemed like she enjoyed her afternoon tea in the greenhouses. She was the easiest target always playing mediator and her soft nature would allow you to pull the wool over her eyes more easily, especially if you come to her as remorseful over your past actions with Harry. As you approach the greenhouses, the long, serpentine dragon statues perched atop the roofs seem to watch you with a sense of foreboding. The exotic plants within rustle and sway, as if whispering secrets to one another. You spot Iris Potter in greenhouse 5, tending to a cluster of Venomous Tentacula, her back turned to you.