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HP: Tainted Desire

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Lazy_Ryuu · 作品衍生
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98 Chs

CH 75: MagnuS is Fcked Up

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Yes," she murmured, clearly remembering the last words I had said to Nott, but she chose not to push it, focusing on small talk instead. I obliged, filling the rest of the journey with mindless chatter.

I was going to live next door to her, after all. Hurrying would be pointless…

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I chose to skip the feast in favor of moving into my new place, Head Boy room, which was actually away from the Slytherin tower, accessible for all students that knew the password, probably to make it accessible for all prefects. The setup was interesting.

Both Head Boy and Head Girl had two rooms for themselves -one bedroom and one living room. The entrance for those private rooms was protected by a password.

Both sections opened to a wider entrance, furnished sufficiently to comfortably host two dozen people, probably so that Head students could hold meetings efficiently.

Of course, after the ordeal Nott had gone through, I doubted he and his ilk would dare to use the room.

I changed the password to my private section. Luckily, Nott hadn't been here yet, and I had been setting the password for the first time. Extremely convenient since Snape was conveniently absent and his room locked, meaning nobody had the ability to change the password.

Of course, I didn't limit myself to it, and cast a wide range of protective wards, first few layers mostly warning and pranks, but a few deadly surprises hidden under the other layers. I wasn't willing to take the risk.

I was putting the last of the protective wards when my neighbor finally stepped in the shared portion of our room, both Tracy and Susan in tow, their wands were drawn.

I nodded her before shifting my attention back to the door, watching them relax from the corner of my eye.

Probably they were afraid of meeting with another ambush; rather justifiable considering their earlier ordeal.

I shifted my attention back to the ward I had been setting, drawing an impressive number of floating runes with my wand, each throbbing with power.

When I finished setting up the ward and turned my attention back, I was alone with Daphne, but there was a shocked expression on her face, one she struggled to hide despite her best effort.

Understandable, because the ward I had set was far above anything Hogwarts students should be able to set -with the exception of Hermione, of course.

She might have been easy to manipulate on certain aspects, but when it came to the intricate side of magic, she was peerless.

"Daphne," I said with a gentle smirk even as I walked toward the nearest comfortable chair and sat down.

It took a few seconds for her to find her voice, her eyes still on the floating runes, fading as they fed their power to the ward I had just established.

Then, she noticed my amused smirk, and shook her head to gather her wits. "I see you're taking your security seriously," she murmured in an equally casual tone, but she failed to hide the shock that was hidden behind her shining blue eyes.

"We're living in rather interesting times," I answered even as I leaned back, watching Daphne sway as she moved toward the seat opposite of me.

"Interesting, that's a peculiar choice of word, and a rather positive one," she said, confused.

"Not at all. Did you know that Chinese muggles curse you by wishing interesting times on you," I said, and just like that, Daphne's eyes widened once more, her attempts to keep her calm completely wayside.

After all, not every day one would see junior Death Eater Malfoy actually referring to the muggle world.

"I see," Daphne murmured and stopped for a second, trying to come up with a way to address my reveal, but from her expression, it was clear that she was failing, and limited herself to a more casual discussion, and a several minutes later, excused herself by claiming exhaustion, but not before inviting me a private dinner in her section the next day. The moment she left, I wrapped myself under the invisibility cloak, and left my room, leaving Hogwarts through the nearest secret passage.

My destination, Shell Cottage. I was starting to miss my dirty blonde angel…

I made sure to keep the noise to a minimum as I appeared, a veritable wall of wards in front of me. Still, after all my experience with them, it was trivial to sneak through, excited to meet with my blonde angel.

I finally saw the swaying figure of blonde beauty, dressed in a sheer nightie, and about to greet her with a cup on her bottom, but I managed to freeze myself at the last second.

The reason, at the last second, I managed to realize that, the hips I was targeting were a bit thicker than I was used to. So, either Fleur managed to gain a couple of pounds since I had seen her, a weight that only went to her hips…

…or she was someone else.

The mystery didn't take long to solve, as I heard Fleur's voice moments later, reaching me from further away, from the kitchen.

"Mom, would you prefer a Malbec, or a Chianti." With her identity revealed, the only thing that was left was to enjoy the way her hips swayed as she moved further on the corridor, her thin negligee doing nothing to hide the dance of her hips.

"A Chianti, if you have a decent vintage," Fleur's mother answered, but the sharp admonishment in her tone was easy to hear, and even easier than recognize.

It was derision, and considering the material of her nightie -highly processed magical silk, more or less on the same price range of a small house- and Fleur's current conditions of living, I was willing to bet that it was about the money.

Someone was clearly unhappy about her daughter's lifestyle choices.

I smirked as I walked toward the kitchen, not at all dissatisfied with having yet another angle of emotional blackmail on Fleur.

When I stepped into the kitchen, my eyes were filled with the delicious view of Fleur's rear as she bent down, her short nightie riding up enough to reveal her skimpy lacy panties.

But she was uncaring as she furiously pulled wine bottles out, examining the labels for a brief moment before putting them back hard enough to shatter them if it wasn't for the protective charms.

I slid out of the invisibility cloak before walking toward her, not bothering to be particularly stealthy, but she still missed my presence, too focused on her frustrating task of impressing her mother.

So, I made sure to cast a silencing charm before sneaking even closer. "Hello, angel," I murmured even as my fingers caressed her bottom, earning a panicked cry in response, and she reached for a wand that wasn't there.

Her rather revealing clothing didn't allow her to carry one.

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