CH 85: Draco Died

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

The latter option was completely unfeasible, Draco had made too many enemies during his first six years through his pointless posturing, and changing it would take time.

Allying with Daphne was the much better option, and I might even let her take the reigns publicly if she could offer me a good deal.

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"More excited than I was yesterday," Daphne answered, which surprised me. Referencing yesterday's events immediately was a more direct approach than I had been expecting from her. I must have really impressed her.

"Good to hear," I said with a soft smile. "A new school year is something to be enjoyed, even under these … unfortunate … circumstances."

Daphne smiled again, but this time, it was a tighter smile, like she was preparing herself for a dangerous explosion. "Forgive me for saying this, but I'm a bit surprised by your reaction. From the way you had been acting during the last few years, I would have expected you to embrace the changes brought by our new … leader," she said, the tone she used for the last word enough to sign her death warrant if used nearby any Death Eater.

Well, technically, any other Death Eater, considering I still carried the mark of Draco's idiocy.

"It would seem so, but the real situation is a bit different. When I was young, it was the stories I had heard from my father, which, as you can imagine, had a certain tint in their coloration.And when I had a better understanding of the situation, I wasn't able to do much, with my father already deep in the workings.Only now, I feel like I have a chance to act true to my objectives, but even now, I prefer to stay concealed," I explained. It was a bit more candid than I would have preferred otherwise, but I didn't let it bother me.

I had the power in the situation, so letting the initiative slide a bit wouldn't hurt.

"I see," Daphne murmured. "Maybe we can help each other to make this year more palatable." I didn't like the way she smirked as she said those words, like she had a plan that would force me to act in line with her.

I was about to react to that when she rang a small bell. "Sorry, I almost forgot that I promised you tea," she said softly, but still with the same smugness.

I was about to react angrily, when the door opened and a familiar figure entered the room, dressed as a maid.

I couldn't help but show an expression of surprise as my eyes met with Susan Bones' shy gaze, a sensation hadn't helped by the way she was dressed.

She was wearing a French Maid costume, and not even the vanilla variety. It definitely belonged to the shelves of an erotic shop.

It covered her intimate spots, but only barely. It had a skirt that ended above her impressive ass, giving a glimpse of her black and deliciously-lacy panties even when she was standing completely straight, and while most of her legs were covered with stockings that ended in the middle of her thighs, those stockings didn't exactly help.

The topside was even more spectacular, as her breasts —her spectacular breasts that took the most important role in the countless wet dreams of every male student and a considerable minority of female students— looked like they were about to pop in one wrong move, straining the capabilities of the uniform at each step.

I doubted that muggle costume makers factored the supernatural perkiness of Susan's breasts, straining the capabilities of her top to the limit.

I wasn't shy or spineless, so I didn't bother hiding the hunger in my gaze. After all, it wasn't like they were playing a subtle game. Still, Susan blushed hard, suggesting that the situation was Daphne's idea.

Susan did her best to look impervious as she walked to Daphne, and placing a porcelain cup in front of her. "Thank you, Susan," Daphne said with a gentle smile, though after a brief contact, turned her gaze back to me. Then, Susan grabbed the tray once more and walked toward me, her hips dancing quite a bit more than necessary, which had the added benefit of making her inadequately-supported breasts jiggle more.

"Thank you, Susan," I said as she leaned to place the cup in front of me, intentionally keeping my gaze fixed in her eyes to frustrate her further —after a momentary dip to memorize the amazing view of her cleavage, of course.

Even when she was standing still, it looked spectacular, and when she leaned forward, the costume strained further, tempting me to sink my fingers to its white expanse.

"N-no problem, Draco," she stammered as she rose once more. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Nothing for now, sweetie," I answered, still looking at her eyes, enjoying her ever-increasing blush, deep enough to challenge her beautiful hair color.

Susan walked away, but not without a very attractive sway of her hips that kept my attention alive.

I let my gaze stuck firmly on her, mostly because I enjoyed the way her ass moved under the deficient cover of her micro skirt, but also to give Daphne the idea that her hook to control me would work perfectly.

There were worse forms of manipulations than a busty redheaded schoolgirl, dressed as a French Maid.

Only after Susan closed the door, I let my gaze turn back to Daphne, who was watching me with a small smile that nonetheless radiated smugness.

I met her expression with a similar one, not feeling ashamed at all, certainly not if she wasn't ashamed of using one of her allies as a stripper just to get me into a mood.

"So, what do we owe Susan's enchanting presence?" I asked.

"She asked my help since Hufflepuff tower was getting a bit dangerous for her, so I decided to offer her help, and in return, she agreed to keep the surroundings tidy," Daphne answered, sidestepping the issue.

"Nice, I could use a personal maid," I answered without missing a beat, staking a claim to her immediately, partly because Susan was delicious, partly because I wanted to see Daphne's reaction.

"Of course," Daphne said. "As long as you promise to be careful about where you put your hands," Daphne answered, her tone sharp enough to indicate that she was serious.

"You wound me, Daphne, my hands had never touched an unwilling woman," I lied with a large smile.

"You can be sure that I won't do anything against her explicit wishes," I added, my smirk even wider.

And if Susan turned out to be too weak-willed to resist my advances, that was definitely not my fault.