The Weasley Bunch

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A Sorcerer's Ambition

Chapter 23: The Weasley Bunch

Just a reminder that I'm not using Movie Molly, but a thicc redheaded milf. Check the discord, I pinned a picture of the image I use for Molly.

— Molly Weasley —

In the past, vassalage would have included some great vows or something equally grand, but in the current age, there was just a form you had to sign to put your family under the complete control of another family.

Paperwork Arthur had signed, paperwork she'd delivered to her new…Lord.

"It's settled then, cheer up Molly. You've saved the twins from Azkaban after all," Gray said with a smile, sitting in the room of his suite he'd turned into an office of sorts.

Yes, she had. They'd still been suspended until the next school year by McGonagall, forced to redo the entire year which meant they had to pay for another school year.

McGonagall said it was for their protection because she was genuinely concerned that Damian Raum would try to attack them, but it was still very inconvenient.

The pair didn't seem to mind, she'd caught them whispering about taking the year to develop their 'products' but she had no idea where they planned to get anything to experiment with. Arthur would have to keep an eye on them while she was… busy.

"Yes, sir…" Molly finally replied, sitting opposite his desk as she looked at him hesitantly. With the paperwork handled, she was his, and nothing she did could change that. A copy had been filed with the Ministry as well, it was all finalised and there was nothing she could do to undo it.

"Do you remember what I told you last time?" Gray asked, making Molly sigh and nod.

"I do, and I did as you asked," Molly said, watching as he gestured for her to rise.

"Show me," Gray ordered as she stood up, grabbing her dress and slowly pulling it up.

She'd found something out lately… 'sexy' underwear was rather expensive, and she couldn't convince herself it was worth it to spend so much on something lacy that she'd only wear for Gray's entertainment.

So when her dress was pulled up enough, exposing her crotch, her completely naked slit was exposed for his entertainment.

"Ah, you did listen. Good girl," Gray said as he stood up and walked around the desk and approached her. "Remove your dress."

She sighed as she pulled her dress up further and pulled it over her head. She'd decided to wear her bra since she needed the support with the size of her breasts, but as she dropped the dress, he gave her a raised eyebrow making her reach back and unclip the plain white bra.

She didn't bother arguing or trying to reason with him. She wanted to make sure he didn't fuck her, or at the very least he didn't finish inside of her pussy, but that meant staying on his good side since it was entirely up to his whims now.

Standing before him in nothing but her socks, she tried not to flinch as Gray reached forwards and groped her bare breasts, squeezing the generous amount of soft, pillowy flesh with a smirk.

"Tell me, how often do you have sex?" Gray asked, still molesting her breast as she bit down her desire to tell him to mind his own business.

It wasn't his business what her sex life was like, but with him holding her metaphorical leash, she wasn't in a position to refuse.

"It's- it's been a few months since I last-" Molly started, making Gray raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? Arthur isn't taking every opportunity to play with these fat tits? Interesting," Gray said simply, making her bite her lip. Arthur's sex drive was worn out after seven kids, after they agreed that seven was more than enough Arthur had practically lost interest in her body. "With how many children you have I assumed you were getting your cunt creampied three times a day, but even if you don't want any more kids I'd still be taking every opportunity to fuck your slutty body."

"Lord Gray, please don't talk like that…" Molly said quietly, whimpering as he squeezed one of her large breasts roughly, his finger tweaking her nipple.

"Very well," Gray said, stepping back as she let out a sigh of relief. "Cheer up, Molly. You've saved your family, even those two idiots. The House Raum takes care of its own," Gray promised, making her nod hesitantly.

"You won't abuse your position over my children?" Molly asked hesitantly, knowing he could just lie. The idea of Ginny being in this position was horrifying, her precious daughter forced to strip so Gray could molest and defile her, as much as she didn't want to sleep with Gray, she'd beg him to violate her five times a day if it kept him away from Ginny.

Not to mention the fact that when her sons got married, their wives would be at Gray's mercy, the moment they say 'I do' Gray could drag them away and defile them.

"I won't. Bill, Charlie and Percy are grown adults, they have their own lives and I don't plan to interfere with them. The twins… well, I expect you and Arthur to ensure they understand the mistake they made and how important it is that they don't make it again. Ron, I've never spoken to but I have no interest in him, and I'm friends with Ginny, I wouldn't abuse my power over her," Gray explained, making her nod in relief. He sounded genuine, but he was also the same boy who'd forced her to strip from him, and molested her like she wasn't a married woman old enough to be his mother.

"Thank you, my lord," Molly said, bowing slightly as her breasts jiggled. She had no reason to argue, as if he was telling the truth she'd make him angry and if he was lying then he'd drop the guise and become even crueler. "And what is expected of me, my lord?"

"I think you can guess, Molly. While I expect you to handle the cooking and cleaning in my suite, you'll also be serving my more… base needs," Gray said with a sly smile as he looked over her naked body. "As often as I desire, some days I might want your services once or twice, other days you'll spend more time on your knees than you do on your feet."

"M-may I make a request, my lord?" Molly asked, making Gray pause.

"You may, and I may refuse it depending on what you ask," Gray said simply, sitting down and watching her.

"Can you please not… use my vagina," Molly asked, making Gray pause.

"Ask again, and don't be so prudish," Gray commanded, making her pause before she sighed.

"Please don't f-fuck me, my lord. I swore on my wedding day that I wouldn't let another man between my legs, please don't make me break that vow," Molly asked, making Gray pause. "I'll use my hands, my mouth and breasts, even my a-ass if you want, I won't complain and I'll do my best to e-entertain you," Molly said, trying to negotiate with her own body even as her mind rebelled.

She shouldn't be in this position, she was happily married, and she shouldn't be promising someone her youngest son's age her mouth and breasts to try and keep him out of her most private place, to stop him from taking what should only be given to her husband.

"Hm, I'll be honest I've been looking forwards to fucking you," Gray said bluntly, making her gulp at his casual tone, his eyes wandering her body and landing on the hole she was hoping to keep him out of.

"I'm sure you have plenty of young women who'd happily sleep with you, you don't need an old woman like me," Molly said, well aware that the Weasley family magic had kept her looking fairly young, with wide child-birthing hips and massive breasts.

She wasn't getting away without having to pleasure Gray, that much was clear and she would reluctantly accept it, but she hoped she could at least keep her vagina safe from his dark lusts.

"I do, but you misunderstand. It's not about needing you, it's about wanting you," Gray said simply. "And while it's my job to make sure your family has what it needs, it's your job to make sure I have what I want, and what I want is you, underneath me as you moan my name," Gray said, making her gulp again at the firm tone, blushing slightly at his words. "How about a bet?" He finally said, making her pause.

"A bet, sir?" Molly asked after a moment, making him smile and wave his wand.

"This hourglass will run out in ten minutes, if you can make me cum before then, I'll agree to your request, if you fail then you'll be getting fucked here and now, I won't be pulling out and you won't be using any contraceptive spells. Make no mistake, I'll be trying to put that legendary Weasley fertility to test," Gray said, undoing his belt and pulling out a rather large cock, already erect and throbbing as she paled deeply at his words. "Alternatively, we don't play this game, and while I still fuck you, I promise I'll never finish inside your pussy."

She paused, seeing the offer for what it was. She could just… give in and let him fuck her, and she'd have his promise that he wouldn't finish inside her and soil her womb, or she could take his bet and risk losing, risking Gray decide he wanted to breed her.

She hadn't had sex in months, and it'd been even longer since she pleasured a man without using her vagina, probably one of Arthur's birthdays a long time ago, but…

Once upon a time, she was very good with her breasts and mouth, with plenty of practice back in her school days, but she was rusty now.

She should let him fuck her, guaranteeing he wouldn't finish inside her, but the idea of her spreading her legs for this arrogant child disturbed her.

It was a risk, the idea that if she lost he might actually try to impregnate her, especially when she was sure the Weasley family magic had kept her fertile, going home to Arthur with Gray's child inside her womb would be far worse than just letting him have his fun, but he was a teenage boy.

She could handle him, right? Making a pervy teenager who was abusing his newfound power to get laid cum with her breasts and mouth shouldn't be a problem.

Moving forwards, she reached over and flipped the hourglass as she sank to her knees with some reluctance, but knowing time was of the essence as she came face to face with the cock she'd been trying to avoid looking at, the thick slab of meat already rock-hard and waiting for her.

She didn't speak, not wanting to talk to him as she leaned forwards and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, for the first of what she could only assume would be a great many times, taking it deeper as she tried to remember how to suppress her gag reflex, slathering his large shaft with her spit as her hand came up to fondle his testicles, her head starting to bob as she sealed her lips around his cock.

Almost immediately, she could feel the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue as it swirled around the tip, making her face scrunch up in disgust and shame even as she sped up, encouraged by the salty taste.

She had better get used to this taste, even the absolute best case scenario still had her frequently taking this cock into her mouth.

She tried to think about something else, to imagine that it was Arthur she was fervently pleasuring, that it was her husband's birthday or their anniversary and she had decided to blow his mind and reawaken his sex drive, but she couldn't delude herself, especially when she glanced up it was a pair of violet eyes staring down at her triumphantly, not her husband's kind face.

Even Gray's unique scent forced her to accept the truth, breathing in his heavy musk as her body disobediently started to react, nipples growing slightly hard and her pussy becoming damp as she pulled back.

Wrapping her massive tits around his spit-coated cock, her saliva acted as a lubricant and let him easily side between her pillowy breasts, a groan of enjoyment leaving him which made her mentally smile as she sped up, helping him fuck her boobs.

He should be about ready to burst, and his balls were certainly churning in anticipation as she leaned down and kissed the tip as it barely escaped her cleavage. All she had to do was make him cum, and then her womb was safe and she'd never have to take this teenage cock into her pussy.

And yet, as the first minutes passed she began to realise she'd underestimated him as he refused to cum, even as she took his shaft to the base, her lips pressed against his crotch as she inhaled his entire fat cock, taking it into her throat as she rapidly swallowed to make her throat constrict and tighten down on the shaft, her tongue practically worshipping his dick as the old rusted skills started returning to her.

The halfway point came and went, without Grayson busting his load down her throat or onto her breasts, and she felt her desperation growing.

"Cum for me, my lord, paint my face with your hot sticky seed," Molly said, embarrassed as she pushed her breasts together and enveloped his cock, bouncing on her heels as she stared up at him. "I want to feel your seed truly mark me as yours, I want to taste your cum as you pump it into my hot, wet mouth."

She wasn't great at dirty talk, too many years of being the prudish housewife, but she knew it was having some effect as his cock twitched at her honeyed words.

"Please, my lord, blow your load all over my face and these fat boobs, send me home stained by your seed. I'll wear it with pride, to show the twins that you won, that their foolish actions handed me to you on a silver platter, to show my husband that you've made me your own, it'll be his ring on my finger but your cum on my face," Molly whispered, shame flooding her body at her filthy words, but the hourglass rapidly running dry drove her onwards. "Maybe you should take me home next time, make me serve you with my family watching, demonstrate that you truly own the Weasley family as you make its matriarch your bitch. Can you imagine the look on the twins' faces as you turn me into your slut while they have to sit there and watch their mommy be used like a two-knut whore?"

He definitely liked that, the way his cock twitched between her breasts, the lust in his gaze as he tried to hold back, a minute or so left before he won and she was truly turned into his whore. She told herself it was just words, she was just saying whatever helped.

"Can you imagine the look on Arthur's face as you whipped out your cock, while sitting at the head of the table, the helplessness he'd feel as he watched his wife drop to her knees right there at the dinner table and worship a cock bigger than his? Would my family watch or try to pretend it's not happening? Trying to eat their dinner as they ignore the sounds of sucking and gagging coming from beneath the table? They'd see me get painted with your seed, spending the rest of dinner naked with your hot sticky cum all over my body. Or maybe you'd prefer to cum on my plate, make me eat the food seasoned with your cum? And when dinner is finished, when they think it's over? You'd grab me, drag me up to my marriage bed, the bed where I've slept beside my beloved husband for years, and ruin me. Every time he slept, he'd know this was the bed where Lord Raum used his wife, every time we kissed he'd know those same lips were lovingly wrapped around your cock," Molly said with increasing shame, apologising to Arthur for the scene she was describing. "They'd have to listen, we wouldn't use silencing charms, my family hearing the lewd sounds of their slutty mother servicing their new master. They'd never look at me the same way, their image of me ruined forever."

As she spoke, she placed kisses on the tip as it dripped with pre-cum, lapping up the salty seed as she stared up at him. One minute, or less.

Taking him back into her mouth, she desperately deep-throated his cock, gagging herself on it to bring him more pleasure as she met his gaze, seeing the pleasure behind his eyes.

She saw the timer ticking down out of the corner of her eyes, her sucking becoming more frantic as she devoured his cock, uncaring of the spots in her eyes as she deprived herself of oxygen.

Gray was holding back, desperately hanging on so he could pound this fat cock into her cunt, and he was going to get what he wanted as the last grains of sand fell, one of his eyebrows raising in amusement as she pulled back, paling heavily at the realisation that she'd failed.

"W-wait—"

"Oh? Why would I do that, we had a bet, and you lost. Why shouldn't I bend you over the table and pound that fat ass until I blow my load into you, until your womb is flooded with my seed?" Gray asked, making her pale.

"T-that's a terrible idea, I'm sure you know how much trouble a bastard would-"

"Bastard? If I want one of my vassals to bear my child, that's not a bastard. It'd just be living breathing proof of my domination over the Weasley family, nine months of watching their matriarchs stomach bloat with my child, then years of people looking at the Weasley with dark hair and knowing that you gave everything to me," Gray said, making her gulp. "Maybe I'd have Arthur make our child his heir, truly solidify my rule over your family."

"Please, Gray, don't be so cruel. I know you're enjoying this power over me, but I beg you, don't abuse it to this extent," Molly said, almost crying at this point as she realised she was entirely at his mercy. She should have just fucked him, it wouldn't have been so bad, right? "Give me another chance, I promise you'll be satisfied-"

"Do you think you deserve another chance?" Gray asked, and as she went to answer, she froze and changed her answer.

"No, of course not. I failed, I couldn't even suck a cock properly, but please have mercy on this stupid bitch, I won't let you down again," Molly begged, making his lips twitch. "I'm sorry for being so reluctant to give you what belongs to you, I should have been honoured to let you pound my tight cunt after you spared my idiot sons, especially after you've been so merciful to the rest of my family. I was an ungrateful bitch, trying to stop you from enjoying what's rightfully yours, not wanting to admit that my every hole belongs to you now, that I should be happy that you were so generous that you let me save my sons in exchange for something as small as giving you my body. When you offered us this deal I should have been so grateful for your kindness that I spread my legs and rode you to completion right then and there, but I'll never say no to you again. My legs are open for you, you don't even need to ask, just grab me and use me whenever you want, it doesn't matter if I'm working, sleeping or even with my family. I'm your toy, just a set of holes for you to enjoy."

"Keep going," Gray said, obviously enjoying the situation as her desperation grew, words flying out of her mouth.

"I won't wear clothes anymore, even in public, so you'll have easy access to my body whenever you want, even my a-asshole, Arthur has never had that hole, nobody has, but my anal virginity is yours if you want it. You don't even have to be gentle, you can send me home with a limp, wincing whenever I sit down so everyone knows you pounded my tight little asshole," Molly offered, worried as Gray didn't respond. "I'll wake you up every day with my lips wrapped around your shaft, breakfasts in bed while I worship that fat cock, every dinner will have me beneath the table. You can fuck me on every surface of my house, we can even make the twins watch, forced to sit there and watch their mommy's fat tits bounce wildly as she rides the man who put them in their place, to hear my cry out your name as I cum around your cock," Molly offered, seeing his amusement at the idea. The words filled her with the deepest shame and humiliation but she'd rather have these words leave her mouth than Gray's baby leave her womb. "Can you see how wet I am? I might have tried to get out of it, but my body knew it needed this big fat cock to stir up my insides. J-just don't impregnate me, I know it's your right, I know my body is yours to do with as you want, that I have no right to refuse your seed but please grant me this one single mercy and I'll give you everything else."

"Stand up," Gray ordered, making her scramble to her feet as he pulled out his wand and wince as he pressed it against her lower stomach.

A black ink-like substance spread from the tip of the wand, forming the symbol of Raum-Black as he marked her as his property, but she didn't dare refuse or complain when being bred was a very distinct possibility.

"This will serve as a contraceptive, you won't be able to become pregnant as long as it remains on your body," Gray said as she let out a sigh of relief. She'd rather he not cum inside at all, and she'd definitely be casting her own contraceptive charms after every load but at least he seemed swayed. "I'm not going to pull out, but I'll permit you this small mercy and not give you an eighth child."

It wasn't perfect, but she'd grasp anything she could get if it spared her that particular fate.

"Thank you, my lord- do you prefer my lord, or would you prefer something like sir… or master?" Molly asked, making him smile.

"My lord or sir will suffice, now… You promised me satisfaction, and I suggest you deliver this time," Gray said warningly.

"O-of course, how do you want me, sir?" Molly asked submissively, making him smile.

"Surprise me," Gray said simply, making her pause before she took a deep breath and stepped forwards.

Climbing into his lap, her knees at either side of his legs, she looked down at his still-hard cock with trepidation before she took a deep breath and reached down, lining it up with her wet slit and sinking down onto it as she bit back a moan.

Sinking down until she'd taken his entire length inside her, she gasped before lifting herself almost entirely off of it, his hands on her ass as he watched, squeezing and playing with the soft pliable flesh.

When just the tip remained inside her, she slammed down and took the entire thing back into her in a single movement, her breasts bouncing wildly at the sudden movement, leaning forwards she practically buried his face in her cleavage as she started to ride him, the fullness making her moan quietly, attempting to muffle her sounds of reluctant enjoyment.

His lips found one of her puffy nipples, latching on as she whimpered slightly at the feeling of him suckling her teat, his tongue swirling around it.

"That's it, these fat tits are yours, enjoy them," Molly said encouragingly, hoping to speed this up and get this over with. "I'm yours, my body exists for you to enjoy, so don't hold back. Let go, pump your hot sticky seed into me and claim my most precious place, you feel so good inside me, so much bigger than my husband, you're filling places he's never touched."

Unfortunately, that wasn't just words. Arthur wasn't small, but Gray was unnaturally big for his age and her tone was growing lewder and lewder as the pleasure flooded her body.

"Merlin, you're so fucking big, you're going to make me cum~ I love Arthur, but I'm going to cum while I ride your big fat cock, I won't be able to look him in the eyes, my heart is his but my body yours now and he knows it," Molly moaned, gasping as he spanked her fat ass, making the cheeks jiggle enticingly. "You're reshaping my body, other men just won't make me feel anything after you, even if you freed me from your service I'd come crawling back after a month, begging you to let me feel this monster inside me one more time."

It was a lie, she'd love to never have to touch him again, even as she felt her climax approaching, but if it helped speed things up and made him… finish, she'd say anything.

"F-fuck, I'm going to cum," Molly moaned, speeding up as her breasts bounced wildly. "Cum with me, fill me up with your seed, I'll spend the rest of the day with it leaking down my leg, so everyone that sees me knows I'm your slut, o-oh fuck, oh Merlin, that's it."

With a loud moan, she slammed her hips down and clenched her inner muscles down on his cock as she climaxed, and finally, he was pushed over the edge.

Thrusting up into her, Gray groaned into her breasts as she felt something hot and sticky flood her inner channels, the very thing she'd been so desperate to avoid as Gray creampied her pussy.

Gasping, she slowly pulled herself off his cock, looking down as the thick dollops of white seed started to leak out of her. A-as long as she didn't get pregnant, that was all that mattered.

"Clean me off," Gray demanded, making her fall to her knees as she leaned forwards and took his cock back into her mouth, noticing how it didn't go soft as she cleaned him of his cum and her juices.

The taste was surprisingly not as bad as she expected. She wouldn't say she liked it but it wasn't distasteful, at least, and she supposed she had to get used to this particular taste.

"That's enough, rise," Gray said, watching her move away from his saliva-coated shaft. "Follow me."

Rising himself, he didn't bother putting his cock away as he walked deeper into his suite, moving into a room.

Following behind, she didn't bother to grab her clothes as she knew they weren't done. A traitorous part of her mind reminded her that Arthur would have rolled over and fallen asleep by now.

Entering a bedroom, she looked around as Gray gestured for her to move forwards.

"This is your bedroom, you'll be sleeping here four days a week. You have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off to do as you wish unless I call for you. You'll remain at Hogwarts the other days, and you'll be wearing that, without any underwear. If you'd arrived today wearing some sexy undergarments I'd have allowed you to wear them with your uniform, but you chose to arrive without any panties so that's how you'll stay from now on," Gray said, gesturing to some clothes on the bed. "Dress."

Moving forwards, she blushed at how revealing her new… uniform was, more of a lewd mockery of maid uniform, with the tight top that would barely contain her breasts and short skirt that would leave her legs on display. It seemed charmed for her comfort at least, as the tightness around her chest wasn't unpleasant at all.

The shortness of the skirt meant that she'd have to be very careful if she didn't want it to ride up and expose her lack of underwear, any time she bent over her ass and pussy would be exposed for the world to see.

"I expect breakfast on those four days, and while I'll eat dinners in the great hall you'll be preparing meals for me in the evening. I've heard you're an excellent cook, so I expect greatness," Gray lectured as she obediently nodded her head. "I will be using you for my pleasure on a regular basis, and I do not care what you are doing at the time. My desires take priority, my needs are your only concern."

"Of course, sir," Molly said, with some trepidation at his domineering words.

"I've set up a substantial weekly payment to the Weasley vault for your services, your poverty offends me and I cannot have my vassals looking like paupers. You will buy new clothes for your family, and while I don't intend to interfere in your children's lives, I do expect them to maintain a certain level of appearance," Gray said, making her eyes widen in shock. He didn't need to do that, as his vassal she didn't need paying but she certainly wouldn't say no, even if it truly made her a whore, being paid for her services. "I don't expect you to wear that outfit outside of this suite, you may wear your own clothes while visiting your family."

She let out a sigh of relief at that. She hadn't been looking forward to Ron or Ginny seeing her dressed like this. She really hoped he hadn't taken her dirty talk to heart, as she wasn't sure she could survive if he actually made her family watch her shame.

She'd only have herself to blame if he did, she'd put the idea in his head and she could tell he enjoyed the thought of truly confirming his victory over the twins by forcing them to watch, to see the consequences of their actions firsthand.

Merlin, what had she said to him? She got way too carried away, but it had helped speed things up even if she'd lost the bet.

Why did she even accept that stupid bet? She should have just spread her legs and given him what he wanted, no matter how distasteful. She wouldn't have his cum leaking out of her freshly-fucked slit if she'd just swallowed her pride. All that dirty talk, all those shameful things and she still lost and had to beg for him not to claim his prize.

"Finally, this bell is tied to that mark," Gray said, gesturing to the mark on her lower stomach as he picked up a small bell and rang it, making her new tattoo warm up. "When I ring this bell, you'll feel a pulling sensation towards wherever I am. I expect prompt service, or a very good excuse if you fail to appear. You will be disciplined if you fail me, I suggest you try and avoid that."

"Yes, sir," Molly said quickly, not sure what he meant by "discipline"' and not eager to find out.

"Now, I want you to get onto the bed on your hands and knees. You promised me your anal virginity and I intend to collect," Gray said, making her gulp as she moved forwards, onto the surprisingly comfy bed as she faced the headboard.

Hearing him move onto the bed, she winced and cursed her stupid comments, feeling her tiny skirt being flipped up and something being cast on her backside which cleaned and lubricated.

Preparing herself, she felt the tip of that fat cock press against her previously untouched backdoor before he pushed forwards, filling her in a way she'd never felt before as she gasped and whined at the strange fullness.

"O-oh Merlin," she mumbled, feeling inch after inch push into her tight rosebud, the lubricant making his passage easier.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her back onto his cock as her eyes widened, a whimper leaving her as he bottomed out inside her back passage, starting to move.

Merlin, her new life was going to take some getting used to, but as he started to truly fuck her tight ass, such thoughts vanished into a cloud of unexpected and frankly unwanted pleasure.

— Fred and George Weasley —

As a letter arrived, delivered by house-elf of all things, they paused at the unfamiliar handwriting, both stuck in their rooms.

But after days of utter boredom, doing nothing but chores, a change of pace was welcome and Fred opened the letter in curiosity.

As an enchanted picture fell out, they froze at the scene on the picture, the words scrawled across the top declaring 'the price of your fuck-up'.

Laying on an unfamiliar bed, their mother was bow-legged and seemingly unconscious, completely naked with sticky white semen leaking out of her ass and pussy, even more coating her breasts and face.

Unfamiliar feelings and all too familiar feelings filled the pair as they realised who sent this, knowing that they'd caused this. Their failed scheme had handed their mother to Gray on a platter, and he hadn't hesitated to take advantage of the situation.

Guilt and rage in equal measure started to build, followed by despair. They weren't fools, they knew what vassalage meant, their father had made sure of that, they couldn't risk lifting a finger against him…

But they had to do something, right?

— Ginny Weasley —

"Gray! Can I talk to you in private for a minute?" Ginny asked as she caught Gray coming out of a class, making him smile at her gently.

"Of course, Miss Weasley," Gray said politely. "Lead the way."

Moving to an empty classroom, she turned back to him hesitantly.

"Gray, or should it be my Lord now that my family are your vassals?" Ginny asked, making him chuckle.

"Gray is fine, Gin," Gray said easily, making her blush slightly. "I take it you want to know what this means for you, for us?"

"I, yeah. I know enough to know that I kinda can't defy you now, but-" Gin started, going quiet as Gray placed a finger on her lips.

"For you, Gin, it means absolutely nothing. I'm not going to ruin our little game by ordering you into my bed, if that's what you're worried about," Gray said with a smirk, making her blush deeper.

The thought had crossed her mind.

"When you're under me, moaning my name, it'll be because you want to be, not because I forced you to spread your legs," Gray continued, making her blush go into overdrive.

When, not if. Just about every girl in Gryffindor had heard how good Gray was in bed, bloody Lavender… why did she have to put those images in her head?

"You're confident," Ginny said, unsurprised when he moved forwards, almost pinning her against a desk.

"I am, I've found that I tend to get what I want, and I want you," Gray continued, her blush travelling down her body as he moved closer, their bodies almost pressed against each other. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want, but I don't think you want me to stop, do you?" Gray asked, his hands under her robe and onto her ass, over her skirt as he pulled her even closer.

She didn't answer, her head already tilting in preparation for the kiss she hoped was coming, making him chuckle deeply as he granted her wishes and planted his lips on hers.

At some point, his hands made it into her robes, and found their way under her skirt to grope her firm backside over her flimsy panties, and a part of her said this was going too far but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. She knew her panties were soaked, that she'd have to use a drying charm so she didn't have to go to classes with a wet patch between her thighs…

But nobody had ever shown interest in her like Gray had, not with Rose and even Hermione around, and she loved it.

One of his hands moved under her shirt, groping her admittedly small breasts through her bra, until he went a step further and moved under her bra, caressing her breast directly as he gently teased her nipple, making her moan into his mouth.

She could feel his erection pressing against her through her skirt, and with hesitation she moved her hand down and under his trousers, her eyes widening as she felt the size of the manhood she was touching.

That went in Lavender?

Starting to clumsily stroke him, she wondered how far she'd let this go. It was supposed to be a favour when she won matches, but somehow this felt better.

She wasn't doing this because she owed him, or because her family were his vassals, she was doing this because she wanted to.

So entranced in her first real sexual experience, she didn't even notice the door opening until she heard a voice.

"Ginny, you in- Oh!" Rose gasped, making her eyes widen as she broke the kiss, paling as she turned to her friend.

Trying to move away, she fixed her clothes quickly as Gray did the same.

"Rose! I was just- Umm, well-" Ginny stuttered. Oh god, Hermoine was right behind her as well.

"Hello, Miss Potter, is there something we can do for you?" Gray asked, making Rose blink as her eyes narrowed.

"Ginny! Did Gray make you-"

"No! This doesn't have anything to do with the vassalage," Ginny said quickly, not wanting Rose to misunderstand and do something stupid.

"Oh? So you wanted to do that?" Rose asked with an odd tone, making Ginny nod immediately, not thinking.

"Yes! Gray wasn't doing anything I didn't want him to—" Ginny started before she trailed off, her pale face rapidly regaining colour.

The mischievous look on Rose's face made her blush even deeper, not noticing the almost angry look that crossed Hermione's face.

"Why don't I leave you girls to chat. A pleasure as always, Miss Weasley," Gray said as he grabbed her chin and planted a possessive kiss on her lips.

"See you later, Gray," Ginny stuttered, making him chuckle as he walked towards the door.

"I do need to talk to you, Gray, but that can wait," Rose said, making him pause and nod.

"I see, I can guess why. Juliet mentioned your interest in my library. My condolences on your annual assassination attempt, which I can only assume this fourth champion nonsense is," Gray said, making Rose snort at his blunt words.

She could tell Rose was happy Gray already thought she didn't want to be in the tournament. Though the 'annual assassination attempt' was far more accurate than it had any right to be.

"Thanks, and yeah we can talk later," Rose agreed, watching Gray go before she turned back to Ginny, her smile growing massively. "Sooooo~"

Oh Merlin….

— Grayson Raum —

With Ginny reassured, there's just one more person to convince that this new situation isn't a bad thing.

"May I join you?" I ask, making Ron look up in surprise and then suspicion. I know he's already been informed of the new position of his family and he's not as dumb as he looks as he goes to refuse before pausing.

"Sure," Ron finally says, watching me sit. "…do

you want to play?"

Looking at the chessboard between us, I nod after a moment.

"Sure, but we both know the main reason I'm here," I say, making him freeze up before he makes the first move. "I know this change is probably an unwanted surprise, but I would just like to reassure you that I don't expect anything from you. The political situation between our family doesn't mean I expect you to bow when I pass in the corridor, I'm not so vain as to need that, and you're welcome to continue ignoring me as you have for the last four years," I say, moving a piece.

"That's it?" Ron asks, making me nod as I watch him counter my move. He's good, very good actually.

"That's it. With all due respect, I'm not particularly interested in you and I'm perfectly fine with us pretending the other doesn't exist. I just wanted to clear the air between us and help deal with any concerns you may have had," I say calmly, getting put into check. "As your family are now vassals of mine, ensuring your well-being is now part of my job," I say calmly, moving my queen.

Ron immediately moves his piece, going silent as he considers my words.

"I… see, I can do that," Ron agrees, making me smile even as I make another move, immediately being countered.

"Finally, here," I say, passing over a small bag of galleons making his eyes widen. "Your allowance. I take care of my vassals and Hogsmeade weekend is coming up. Let me know if you require anything, and I believe that's checkmate. Well played."

I didn't notice he set up a trap for my king with his knight, too busy focusing on his queen to notice until I already made my move and sealed my fate, making me nod in slight respect. Frankly, I'm not great at chess and I have no issues admitting he's better.

"Good game. Take care of yourself, Mr Weasley," I say, rising and walking away. The bag of galleons sits on the table for a moment as he looks at it suspiciously, before he takes it, his eyes widening at the amount inside it.

He doesn't trust me, but I don't particularly care. As I walk away he does remember to shout out a thanks, getting a casual nod in response as I leave him to his thoughts.

Heading to my last 'meeting' of the day, I smile as I arrive in my suite, seeing the three girls waiting for me.

"Your new maid makes some damn good tea," Astoria says cheerfully, making me chuckle as I take a seat, nodding to Molly.

"That's good to hear, Astoria," I say easily, turning to Daphne as I pull out a contract and pass it over, her eyes widening.

"…you got her to agree?" Daphne asks, shocked at how quickly I handled what we discussed.

"I did. On your sixteenth birthday, we will marry and you'll become the new Lady Greengrass, with Anastasia becoming my mistress and your personal advisor. In addition, Astoria and Tracey will also become my mistresses," I say, watching both girls' eyes widen.

"Wanted the whole set, huh?" Tracey finally asks, hiding her emotions with humour.

"Yes. You're going to be a mistress of Lord Greengrass, with everything that entails. Realistically, all that's changed is that you'll be in a more respectable position than your current predicament," I explain, making her go quiet.

She doesn't respond, but I can see the gratitude in her eyes. I imagine being stuck in the uncomfortable position of being Daphne's slave in all but name wasn't as easy as she made it seem.

"Wait, so I'm your mistress now?" Astoria asks, making me shake my head.

"No, but you will be. You'll officially be my mistress when I marry Daphne," I say, making her smile grow wider.

"You know what that means right?" Astoria asks, making me sigh.

"That I'm officially stuck with you, for life," I say, making her grin.

"I knew it, you loooooove me, you big tsundere!" Astoria cheers, her tone teasing as Tracey snorts, Daphne sighs even as she gives me a fond smile.

"…what the fuck is a soon-dare?" I ask after a long pause.

"I have no idea but one of my friends said you're one when I told them how much you pretend not to like me," Astoria says cheerfully as she leaps forwards and hugs me, clinging to me like devil's snare.

I think I'd rather deal with devil's snare, at least nobody would complain if I set it on fire.

"I included you because Daphne asked me to, to stop you from getting married off," I say with a sigh.

"So you couldn't handle the idea of another man stealing me away? Aww, you're so possessive, but don't worry, I'm all yours!" Astoria says as she sits in my lap. "Huh, what should I call you? Master? Sir? Ooh, I know! I'll call you Daddy!"

"You have issues," I deadpan, even as Daphne groans. Astoria already knew she was going to be my mistress, but she's a good actor as Daphne doesn't realise that Anastasia already planned for that. Daphne doesn't need to know that she didn't outsmart her mother as much as she thought.

"Yeah daddy issues, obviously. So, when do we have sex?" Astoria asks immediately, making Daphne splutter.

"Y-you don't!" Daphne quickly says, making Astoria tilt her head.

"Hmm, that doesn't sound right. I'm Gray's mistress, I'm pretty sure taking his big fat cock is in the job description, didn't you set this up? Ah, I get it! You want to go first!" Astoria says as she claps her hands together, also wiggling her bum into my lap.

"W-what—"

"It's okay, I don't mind~ as long as you don't keep me waiting too long, sometime in the next week should be enough before I jump the queue," Astoria says cheerfully, leaving me to sigh.

"She's not wrong, I want my turn on Gray's cock-carousel and I'm not waiting a year," Tracey admits, making Daphne blush deeper as she gives Tracey a betrayed look, however, my mind is elsewhere.

No really, what the fuck is a soon-dare?

— Bonus Scene — Lucius Malfoy

"Where are we going, I cannot be away for long," Karkaroff said quickly, looking nervous as they entered the abandoned shack.

"You will not be missed, and don't forget who you are speaking to," Lucius said darkly, making the coward flinch as he followed behind.

Entering a certain room, Karkaroff followed him in and before he could even speak, he froze as stiff as a board.

Sitting on a chair, Yennefer calmly smiled as the prey was led into her trap, making Lucius shiver slightly at the dangerous look in her eyes.

"You've done well, Lucius. Your proposal will have my support," Yennefer said, making him nod easily, hiding his fear.

Her wand was still in its holster, so she'd wandlessly and silently paralysed Karkaroff. She truly was the most dangerous Black, and he cursed himself for not managing to get his hands on her, settling for her lesser sister.

Yennefer smirked at him, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You couldn't handle me. Now, why don't you leave me to explain to our friend here why trying to penalise my son for killing those two parasites was a… poor decision," Yennefer said, making him rapidly nod, leaving his former comrade to his fate at Lady Black's hands.

He didn't regret selling Karkaroff for her support, the man was a traitor who had thrown countless of his friends under the bus to save his skin, but when he received news that Karkaroff was still alive, he had to wonder exactly what Yennefer had done to him.

— Grayson —

Mother gets me the greatest of gifts, and with a headmaster of one of the premier wizarding schools under my control, things just got interesting.