"You look good with a chain," I commented shamelessly as she tried to get used to her outfit. She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She was getting more expressive now that the truth about her identity had come to light.
I considered pushing back, but considering she had been wearing a slutty uniform, her deep breath helped her cleavage significantly… and I decided to let it slide.
"What if someone recognizes me," she commented. "The mask is a bit flimsy."
I dispelled it, conjured another mask for her, this time black, and still only covered her eyes, but more substantial. She reached for it, but I pulled it away. She was smart enough to understand what I was driving for. "What would it take for me to get that mask," she asked, trying to keep her tone frozen.
"Since you insist, I wouldn't say no to a little kiss." Her expression trembled. It was clearly not what she expected. "Or you can hope a young Lily Potter wouldn't be recognized."
She took a step forward, but then stopped, a victorious expression on her face. "No," she said.
"Really?"
"You wouldn't dare. You can't afford to be caught like this."
I chuckled. "Your reputation for being smart is really well-earned," I commented, and, despite her situation, she smiled smugly. Unfortunately for her, I had no intention of letting the sign of her superiority survive. "Unfortunately, you forgot one thing. I could claim that I had found a mysterious hair in Snape's room, and decided to test it. Do you think people would disbelieve your obsessive childhood friend not playing with Polyjuice?"
She hissed in more panic than I expected as she closed in the distance, grabbed my neck, and pulled me for a kiss. Not the reaction I expected… but I wasn't complaining. I pushed her against her as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, my hands exploring her flawless body.
"Bastard," she growled when she pulled back, grabbing the mask.
"Not that I didn't enjoy the angry kiss, but why the sudden fury?" I asked.
"Because of your threat," she growled.
"What threat?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"You can't use Polyjuice based on a deceased target," she said angrily. My expression of surprise was genuine. "You didn't know," she commented.
I chuckled. "That, I forgot, not that I'm unhappy about the impact. Now, let's go," I said, and tugged the chain. It earned another angry growl from her, and I used her distraction to pull another trick.
I kept the Marauder's Map open, under a much stronger aversion ward that would prevent Lily from noticing it. I needed the map open, because I needed to make sure we didn't come across anyone - with a few rare expectations, like some sexy girls, like Lavender, Susan, and Daphne… I didn't want other men to see her like this, but I also want her to feel stressed.
Playing with her like this was a rare opportunity, especially since I promised I would let her go.
"A great feeling, right," I murmured as I tugged the chain, enjoying her frustrated growl.
"You're a pathetic little man," she growled, her edgy personality showing more and more. I found out that I actually liked it.
"Sorry about that, your prettiness, but growing up as a Malfoy doesn't bring out the balance within me. I'm a dark man, and I accept it. Just be thankful that I don't get off from literal torture like other purebloods."
Her growl told me that she accepted my point, but did so very reluctantly. I chuckled as I tugged the chain, making her follow me closer. "You're lucky that most of the students are in class," I said with a chuckle as I tugged her.
Something about Lily's uneasiness gave me a raging boner, especially when she looked at me with her deep, green eyes, as if trying to peer into my soul to understand me. I didn't blame her, as I deliberately gave her a very confusing picture, and her own circumstances were hardly ordinary.
I made brazen eye contact with her, enjoying her obvious fury, which worked the opposite of her intention and made me even hornier, which was a true achievement considering I was dragging her sexy body with a collar through the halls of Hogwarts.
Then, I realized something. I wasn't the only one being aroused by that plot. And, if her nipples were any indicator, I wasn't even the one that was enjoying it most.
What a fascinating discovery, one that I wanted to turn to my advantage immediately. Just as we turned into one of the less-used corridors, I tugged her chain once more, this time even harder.
She stumbled forward, ending up on her knees. "What was that-" she started, only to fall silent as she realized what was pressing against her lips.
"Well, I remembered you still owe me for my assistance back in my room, and since you're going to leave, it's a good time for that payment," I said. I ignored her anger quickly, as I recognized the way her lips parted open very easily.
At this point, I knew her type. Just like Hermione, she was strong and prideful, yet weak against the direct approach. Amusingly, in both cases, it was the fault of the Potter men. Their excessive protective attitude kept them sheltered from the less savory attention of the men; and as a result, they reacted to my own brand of domineering seduction very well.
"You're a bastard," she growled, but her angry tone contrasted greatly with the speed she leaned forward and captured my shaft. No further bargaining, no asking for guarantees, no lingering. Her lips opened, and took me inside aggressively.
Her speed triggered me to act fast and mercilessly. I paused for a fraction of a second, and tightened my hold on her collar while the other landed on her beautiful red hair. Combined, it was an excellent display of domination.
The pain of such an invasion would have resulted in a desperate cry in anyone else, but Lily Potter was made of sterner stuff, and with the confusion of her resurrection gone, she was displaying her famous strength, letting out only a grunt.
A grunt that implied some pain, but a lot of pleasure, showing some interesting preferences. She wasn't a submissive, at least not fully, yet she reacted to my aggression with shocking enthusiasm. Oh, she did her best to conceal her own enjoyment… but she was nowhere near as successful as she assumed.
I focused on the way she displayed her incredible ability to swallow my shaft without the slightest complaint. And, even more incredible, she managed to keep her eyes open, her gaze looking up, her beautiful green eyes glistening with rebellion and pleasure at the same time.
I stopped grabbing her hair for a moment, only to lean down and push her sexy uniform down, revealing her tits, ready to go for more…
Unfortunately, that was where my luck came to an end. Distracted by her beautiful throat, I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings, and was surprised by a sudden voice. "What's going on here! Stop it immediately!"
I turned toward the voice, only to see Professor Sinistra there, watching us, trembling with anger. "Hi, Professor," I said, waving at her, not even bothering to stop as I continued to invade her throat. I was lucky… as Professor Sinistra was one of the sexiest professors in Hogwarts, meaning my passion wasn't suddenly gone.
Then, I noticed Lily looking at her with recognition, and I realized she knew her - probably from her own school years. Shocked by being caught by a friend, she didn't even try to push me back.
"Mr. Malfoy, stop this in an instant," she said. "I can't believe you're doing something like this to this poor Gryffindor, even with… everything. I had hoped that you had reformed, but clearly, it was a false hope." She pulled her wand and cast several ropes at me…
I waved my wand, easily reflecting them back, and my poor professor found herself bound. Meanwhile, I cast a spell to make sure no one else would stumble on us. "Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing? Stop this in an instant," she shouted, panicking.
I chuckled. "Come on, professor. I'm just defending myself… and your state is just an accident," I said, which was only partially true. I certainly loved the way the ropes pushed her robe against her skin, finally giving me a glimpse of what lay underneath.
"And what about what you're doing to that poor girl."
I chuckled. "Oh, professor. You misunderstand me. I'm the victim here." I pulled back, letting Lily cough and wheeze.
"Yes, it seems that way," Professor Sinistra answered, managing to put some sarcasm in her otherwise fearful tone.
I chuckled at Professor Sinistra's words. The meaning was rather direct, but I didn't expect her sarcasm. She was more interesting than I had given her credit to. Yet, before I could answer, Lily cut in. "Oh, professor, believe me, I'm completely willing," she answered with a throaty tone. At first, I thought it was about making sure she wasn't being recognized, but then she stood up, and started walking toward the professor.
Her walk surprised me, but not as surprising as the sudden, intense anger on her face.
I had a feeling that there was a history there…
A very interesting one, if the way Lily grabbed the chin of the shocked Professor and delivered a kiss was any indicator… "Vanish her clothes, please," she ordered.
I did so, vanishing both her clothes, and the rope that was keeping her immobile. The order was simply too interesting to do otherwise, but I wanted to give Professor a fighting chance. She failed to use that as Lily Potter revealed something that I had never expected, leaning to capture Professor Sinistra's lips in a raging kiss…
"I always knew you're a whore, Aurora," Lily whispered. "Too bad you managed to score yourself a teaching role."
"W-who are you?" Professor Sinistra gasped as she stumbled back, then started running away. So shocked, she barely remembered conjuring her new clothes before turning the corner. I watched it in fascination.
"Wand," Lily called, and I threw it to her.
"One condition," I said. "I want to be there when you next decide to visit Professor Sinistra," I said.
"Deal," she said, surprisingly vindictive, and I threw her the wand. She said nothing else, just conjured herself a robe and walked away.
"Don't forget to visit me if you need any help against the Death Eaters," I called before she could disappear. "We can always make a nice deal."