Fate's Rewrite

"Let me see," I whispered huskily as I turned my attention to the homework paper she pushed toward me, though my attention stayed on the paper only for a moment before slipping back to her cleavage.

Not something Daphne was particularly torn about if the ghost smile that appeared on her face was rather beautiful. Pity pulling any attention to that fact would ruin the little ploy she prepared for me, and I would have loved to see where she would bring to that fact.

Of course, that didn't mean that I would just receive her little ploy passively. The potion she had used on me was interesting, interesting enough to make me palm my wand under my table before casting two silent spells in quick succession, one to multiply its effectiveness even more, along with a compulsion that would make the recipient ignore sudden burst of physical response and write it off as normal. Of course, it was a tricky effect, and it was only because of the ridiculously high power of Elder Wand.

The second spell was simpler. It spread the effect of the potion across the suite.

Including my room.

For a while, I kept my gaze on the homework, my quill dancing on the paper slowly. The question itself was not hard, certainly not something Daphne would have any problem solving, yet difficult enough that an arrogant boy like Draco would miss that question.

Too bad for her that she hadn't been dealing with Draco for a long time.

"This is your mistake here. The number of stirrings doesn't work with…" I started before starting a lengthy explanation, one that was excessively unnecessary, but Daphne leaned forward to listen, her expression intense enough to make an observer convinced that I was giving the secrets of philosopher's stone.

Which was something I wanted to rediscover, certainly, but I wasn't in a hurry. I wasn't in urgent need of money, and extending my natural lifespan wasn't as critical as first making sure I could actually live my lifespan to the limit.

Admittedly, as I continued my explanation, Daphne's passionate fake attention was certainly starting to get rather annoying, but I had few reasons to ignore it. First, I didn't want to reveal the full extent of my abilities to her, which included my ego as my weakness. Though, the way her tits were looking from her cleavage added a pair of very good reasons.

Pity her dress was still long enough to cover her legs, keeping the mystery on that aspect. But clearly, it was harder to sell the impression that her cleavage was accidental if she was sporting a mini skirt at the same time.

Such a little calculative witch.

Yet, there was one little fault in my little adjustment to her potion trick. When she put her hand on my leg 'accidentally' I had no idea whether it was a part of her plan in the beginning, or it was a last-minute adjustment. Not that I wasn't willing to take that as a fair trade compared to her hand, slowly climbing up on my leg, almost accidental.

Curious whether the effect was working, I decided to cast another spell, one that was significantly more complicated, one that temporarily turned the door of my room transparent, but only for me, a spell that took almost a minute to cast even with the Elder Wand. It was a charm that was complicated to the point of uselessness, making it academic.

Well, except when there was a sexy and confused redhead on the other side of the room, one that had been locked in a unique statis field for almost two decades, the recent treatment she had gone through leaving her body particularly vulnerable toward the effects of the potion.

And, currently, the said redheaded witch was standing in front of the door, her gaze locked on the keyhole, a beautiful expression of arousal on her face as she watched us. She was yet to start playing with herself, which was partially about her famous iron will.

But it was mostly about the subpar quality of the show we were providing for her.

I cast one last spell, this time activating the magical camera in my room, one that I used earlier to record Susan, before I turned my attention back to the snobby witch who was in the process of overestimating her teasing abilities.

"So, Daphne," I said as I casually put my hand on her leg as well, her dress too thin to create proper insulation, replicating her move. The sudden expression of shock that appeared on her face gave the answer to the question I was wondering about earlier. She clearly didn't want to push the situation more than a little teasing with her cleavage, but only after I put my hand on her leg did she realize her earlier mistake.

Her eyes widened as she made the connection, blaming her own potion, but my compulsion spell prevented her from realizing my modification.

"It's a bit warm, isn't it?" she whispered. "Maybe I should go and change."

"Nonsense, no need to bother when you have a gentleman next to you, willing to help," I said as I waved my hand, only for her dress to disappear completely, leaving her in her underwear. One that was not only muggle in origin, but also belonged to one of the most expensive designer brands, showing both her snobbishness extended to the other side of the society, and she was familiar enough with the muggle society to recognize that.

Not that I could blame her for the choice. She had picked an emerald green set, just lacy and transparent enough to be alluring without being slutty. And, the garter belt and stockings were certainly a nice touch, adding both allure and class. Of course, that was under the assumption that she was in the bedroom, of course. Sitting next to me in the common room of our Head Suite, it looked deliciously scandalous.

"D-Draco," she gasped as she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide her cleavage, yet, under the enhanced effects of her own potions, she failed to reach to her wand to conjure a dress.

"Sorry," I said, giving an exaggerated sigh. "I tried to transfigure it, but you know it's not my best subject."

Daphne threw an angry glare at me - the kind that stirred my loins more than her earlier touch - aware that no matter how bad I was, it was not a mistake that could be done by anyone above the second year. Inorganic to inorganic, especially while maintaining the same function, was beginner stuff.

Yet, considering the aim of her little trick, she had no option but to swallow those words helplessly. "N-not a problem, I'll just go and put something new."

"Nonsense," I countered, not willing to let her leave. "Why don't you call Susan and ask her to bring you something to put on?" I let my smirk widen before adding. "And don't tell me that she's not here, I could see her watching from the keyhole."

I actually couldn't, but the shocked gasp Susan let out was more than enough to make that part unnecessary. Daphne sighed in surrender, one that created a rather beautiful impact on her beautiful tits even with her arms still on her chest, trying to prevent that.

I glanced toward my door even as Susan slowly pushed the other open, catching a glimpse of Lily in all her glory. She was still not doing anything fun, but her blushed face and the passionate light in her beautiful green eyes suggested that only the complicated situation she found herself in, lost in time and location, facing a complicated chain of events, kept her from indulging her shockingly intense pleasure.

Then, I turned to Susan, who was once again wearing her sexy maid uniform, but her suspiciously glistening fingers and her intense blush suggested, unlike the other peeking redhead, she had no problems that prevented her from indulging her desires.

How very amusing.

"Your 'friend' is getting naughtier and naughtier," I whispered, enjoying the sight of Daphne's sudden fury even more than her earlier shock. Pushing the proud pureblood young woman who liked to strut around to look like she was some kind of ice queen was definitely quite entertaining.

"She needs to learn how to act in polite company, unlike that badger hole filled with commoners," Daphne said, quick to do the most Slytherin thing imaginable and blamed her identity as a Hufflepuff, like most of the Slytherin house was any different.

Unfortunately, Draco - famous for being one of the worst when it came to house discrimination - pointing that out would have been suspicious, even with all the changes I had displayed since the school started, so I left that unsaid.

And it wasn't like I cared much about Susan's sudden affronted expression, more interested in the way arousal glittered behind her beautiful eyes, or the way her tits jiggled with each step, enough to show that she had no underwear to support her glorious bosom.

"Here it is, D-Daphne," Susan murmured as she passed the dress to Daphne, and turned to leave.

Only to fail when I grabbed her waist and pulled her on my lap. "What are you doing?" Daphne said, speaking faster than Susan.

I chuckled. "Oh, come on, sweetie. After your cleavage and touch, and keeping Susan in this slutty uniform…" I said, lingering for a moment, only to pull Susan's top and revealed her tits, along with her erect nipples and absence of any kind of underwear. "Not to mention other stuff, are you going to claim that you are not planning to ask her to clean up after you?" Daphne looked like she was about to argue still, but I interrupted her. "After the last time you had watched while I fucked her," I added crassly.

After all, the last time Daphne stumbled while I was fucking Susan gave me another excuse to confront her without touching her potion trick.

"Of course not," she whispered.

"Oh. So you were touching my leg while I was answering your question because you wanted to finish the job yourself?" I asked, which only froze her. I chuckled, amused at her shock when confronted by such an unexpected situation. It wasn't as fun as taking Hermione's virginity while the guards I Imperiused confused her perfectly, but certainly good enough to be at least compared.

"Well…" she whispered even as she raised the dress Susan brought to her, which turned out to be a standard robe. She used putting it on as an excuse to think, but I had no intention to let her regain control of the situation.

"You can put that on and leave, but forget asking for the favor you were clearly angling for," I said, the statement shocking her. Such a layered threat was certainly outside what Draco would deliver under normal circumstances, but I still delivered that, for two reasons. First, the potion had worked on them enough to actually impair her decision-making sufficiently. Second, at one point, I needed to reveal to her that the old Draco was just a mirage to hide the true personality - which was certainly more believable than the truth.

And while Daphne analyzed the sudden twist she found herself facing, I put my hands on Susan's breasts, digging into their great expanse aggressively. "Oh," she gasped, the closest thing she was able to mutter among her moans and gasps, which didn't surprise me the slightest. My previous experiences already showed just how weak she was against pleasure, especially when her famously amazing breasts were involved, and the sudden impact of the potion was not helping to resist my touch in the slightest. As I played with her breasts, she started rocking back and forth, her ass glorious as it teased my shaft.

"What's the other option," Daphne asked hesitantly after almost a minute, showing that, even under the effects of the potion and distracted by the show her 'loyal' maid was putting out, she wasn't naive enough to accept an open-ended question.

"Not the thing you clearly expect," I said with a chuckle, aware that she would reject if that was the demand. "I just want you to discard that robe and stay on the chair, watching us. And you can ask the favor you want to ask, and as long as it's not something ridiculous, I'll help you. How about that?"

"What if you deny it regardless?" she asked.

"That's a risk you have to take," I answered with a smirk. "Your call."

Daphne said nothing, nor she need to say anything when she let the robe drop on the floor once more, and leaned back, both her legs and arms crossed in an effort to maximize her coverage without looking ridiculous.

"Excellent," I muttered, and Daphne's reaction wasn't the only reason for it, not even the main reason. That honor went to the view that was behind my door, the sight of Lily Potter, caressing her legs absentmindedly over her robe.

It was good to see the show was starting to overwhelm her famous willpower.