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Lavender looked nervous as she approached Daphne, who was without Harry. Snape had given Harry some stupid detention over some stupid thing, which meant they had to spend an evening apart. She’d considered getting her own detention for a few minutes so she could stay near him. It could be like their first date all over again. Well actually, they hadn’t ever gone on an official date but it was close enough. But Harry had told her not to and that was that. It wasn’t her right to decide what she wanted to do if Harry wanted something else.

Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t annoyed. She was supposed to be working on her charms essay, but was actually just debating if she could convince the twins to turn Snape’s hair pink. Who was she kidding, they’d be delighted.

“What?” she snapped, irritated that somebody was interrupting her plotting. It had been three days since the Great Weasley and Granger Fuckup, but this was the first time she had talked with Lavender privately since then.

“I just wanted t-to talk to you about Harry,” Lavender stammered. “But if now is a bad time-”

“It’s not,” Daphne said quickly, already berating herself. What use would Harry have for her if she scared girls for him away? She couldn’t be stupid. “Now is the perfect time.”

“Can I sit down Daph? You don’t mind if I still call you Daph right?”

Daphne frowned. She didn’t think that she said anything that would have Lavender so scared of her. “Of course.”

Lavender took the chair across from Daphne. The library was quiet, nobody was around them. “I know that you and Harry are a thing,” she started. “And you two are just sooo cute, and I totally don’t want to mess that up. It’s just that the last few days I’ve been thinking.” She stopped talking then and a blush started from her neck to creep up over her collar.

“Thinking about what?” Daphne prompted. Oh, this was perfect.

Lavender took a deep breath. “Iwanttobehishunnybunny.”

“What was that?” Daphne knew perfectly well what Lavender had blurted out, she just wanted the other girl to admit it more clearly.

Lavender slowed down a bit, but not much. “I mean he’s just so, you know, he’s Harry and I’m me and I just think he deserves it but I don’t want to mess up what you have.” She managed that in a single breath.

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Daphne said triumphantly. “It makes perfect sense. Harry is a very special wizard, and all special wizards should have a half blood like you to keep their beds warm. I can’t do it anyways, I have to sleep in the Slytherin dorm.” Something she was cursing more every night now.

Lavender frowned a little. “I guess that makes sense?” Oh right, she was probably hung up on the half blood thing. Whatever, she’d get over it.

“Trust me, it does,” Daphne assured her.

“So you’re not mad,” Lavender checked.

“Of course not.” She had set this all up, it’d be pretty stupid to be mad about it. Besides, this was for Harry, what she wanted didn’t matter anyways.

Lavender let out a huge sigh of relief. “That is so awesome. I’ve been holding this in for days but I just felt like I couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Usually I share everything with Parvati, but this felt different, you know?”

Daphne did in fact know why it felt different. “You can always talk to me.”

“This is great, this is so great.” Merlin, she was practically bouncing in her seat. “Do you think I should talk to Harry about it? Should you be there?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Daphne said. This is why Harry needed her, to keep everyone else in line. Oh, he was going to be so happy with her. Anyone that he wanted, he’d get. He was the fucking best, it just made sense. “If you’re going to be in Harry’s bed every night, you’re going to need to leave your dorm. Do you think you can do that every night without getting caught?”

Lavender frowned. “No. Parvati would definitely notice.”

“Then here’s what you’re going to do,” Daphne said. “Bring Parvati back here in exactly a week, and we can fix her so she doesn’t say anything.” She wanted to give plenty of time to talk to Harry and cancel the plan if he didn’t like it.

Lavender’s eyes got wide. “You aren’t going to hurt her right? I won’t let you hurt her.”

Daphne kept her composure, but inside she was fuming. Who was Lavender to question her and Harry? Well… this was just her, but still. “No, of course not.” That was all up to Parvati. “We’re just going to talk to her. She’ll understand.”

Lavender relaxed. “Oh, ok. That’s fine then.” Of course it was. She stood up and hugged Daphne. “That’s Daph. You’re the best.”

Daphne watched the Gryffindor walk away. The hug had reminded her how much Lavender was packing on her chest. “Harry is a lucky wizard.”

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Daphne nodded her head in satisfaction as Harry answered another question correctly in Transfiguration. Harry’s increased effort and drive was clearly starting to impress the professors. Even Snape had fewer reasons to sneer at him. The professor still did it just as much anyways, but he had fewer reasons for it.

Fellow students had realized as well. Granger, thankfully acting much more normal in public thanks to the contract, was visibly annoyed at being beaten to the answer. She better be annoyed at herself for being so stupid and not angry at Harry.

Daphne didn’t even know what the question was, only that the answer was “Gamp’s Fourth Law of Elemental Transfiguration.” She usually focused very hard on class because Harry didn’t need a stupid girl, unless he wanted one, but sometimes it was hard when he was so close. Ever since the First Task, people at Hogwarts had been affording him more respect, even Slytherins and older years. Now people moved if he wanted a seat, some firsties even asked for his autograph.

Belonging to a great wizard like Harry was fucking great, and knowing that eventually everyone else would too just made that greater. Sometimes, like now, she found herself zoning out, just taking him in. His bright green eyes, messy hair, the scar that pronounced him special. Unique.

Sometimes she could feel his phantom hands moving over her body. They hadn’t gotten a second chance for… activities yet beyond some snogging, which was getting a little frustrating. That didn’t matter though, as long as Harry was happy. She’d be ready whenever he was.

After class was the first chance she had to talk with Harry privately about Lavender. She dragged him away from Ron and Hermione, waving to Tracey that they’d meet up at lunch, into an unused classroom. “What’s so important?” Harry asked her after Daphne cast a silencing charm on the door.

“Do you think that Lavender is pretty?” Daphne asked him.

Harry didn’t miss a beat. “Not as much as you.”

Daphne squealed and launched herself at Harry, locking her lips to hers. He was the best. Somehow she found herself pressed against the wall, her arms around Harry’s neck with one of his lightly gripping the base of her head and another flirting with the waistline of her pants. Daphne moaned and spread her legs slightly to give him better access. Unfortunately, instead of going further, he stepped back. “As brilliant as that was, did you just want to ask me about Lavender?”

Daphne took a second to compose herself and remember where she was at. Lavender. Harry’s harem. “Lavender came to talk to me yesterday, while you were in detention. She’s obsessed with you.” Not like she was judging.

“Because you confounded her.” Harry sounded amused.

“Yes. I told her to bring Parvati to talk in a week. Then, because Hermione is already your follower, you’ll have the entirety of the fourth year Gryffindor girl’s dorm.”

To her surprise, Harry didn’t seem very enthusiastic about the idea. “I don’t need a harem, I need to focus on learning more magic and winning the tournament.”

Well, that wasn’t an explicit no. “You need followers.”

Harry nodded. “Of course. But a harem is extra work.”

“Am I extra work?” Now Daphne was getting worried. Was she making things harder for Harry?”

He shook his head. “But you belong to me. You don’t need anything. Lavender isn’t like that.”

Daphne let out a sigh of relief. “Then if Lavender and Parvati belonged to you too, it wouldn’t be a problem?”

Harry considered that for a moment. “That would be fine.”

“Then just make it happen,” Daphne finished triumphantly, pleased to have worked out the situation.

“How?”

“The same way I belong to you,” Daphne said.

Harry thought about that too. “I think you’ve always been mine.”

Daphne had a pleasant tingle go through her at the way Harry said “mine.” She couldn’t think of a single day when she wasn’t Harry’s and then she was, so Harry must be right. They were born like this. Then why did they barely interact before this year? Whatever, it wasn’t important. “Just confound them.”

“You’ve already confounded Lavender, and I’ve confounded Parvati,” Harry pointed out. “Do I need to do it again?”

“They should already be yours anyway,” Daphne argued. “We’re just fixing them. And we need them to sign the contract too.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t think they’re broken.”

“Why not?”

“Because Lavender and Parvati aren’t like you,” Harry explained. “You’re whatever I want.” Most girls would slap a boy for saying that and walk out of their life, but Daphne just glowed at the reminder of how dedicated she was. “Other people are their own person. Mild confounding is obviously okay, but we aren’t trying to change their entire personalities.”

“Oh Harry,” Daphne said. He was such a sweetheart sometimes. She was absolutely trying to change entire personalities. Other people didn’t know what was best for them. “You’re a powerful wizard. Anything you can take belongs to you. Just look at Dumbledore.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t think Dumbledore has a harem.”

“Well that’s his mistake.” Best for everyone else though, Daphne didn’t need to see an army of old crones around Hogwarts. McGonagall was enough. “But look at all the positions he holds. Headmaster, Supreme Mugwump, Head of the ICW. Even Malfoy and the Minister can barely get any legislation through if Dumbledore doesn’t like it. And he’s determined Britain’s foreign policy for decades.”

“That’s true,” Harry conceded. “So you think we should confound Lavender and Parvati again?”

“Can’t you just imagine them together?” Daphne prompted.

“Yes,” Harry said without hesitation or change of tone. “The contrast while scissoring.”

That was a powerful image. Was Daphne bi? Maybe she just liked whatever Harry liked. That would be helpful. “And wouldn’t your life be easier with more people like me? More people you can trust totally.” Granger and Weasley sure proved they couldn’t pass that test with their screw ups.

“Not exactly like you. You’re not confounded.”

“It’s close enough,” Daphne said.

“I’ll think about it,” Harry conceded. “Don’t go and do anything yet.”

“Ok.” Hopefully Harry wouldn’t take too long deciding. Hermione, Tracey, Lavender, Parvati, might as well add Padma at that point, Cho, Fleur was mentioned once so her fate was sealed. Shoot! The foreigners were only close for the rest of the year, would they be better to target the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students? The possibilities if Harry managed to confound Krum were endless.

Harry interrupted her thoughts. “Right now, the only person I can think about is you.” He stepped close, so Daphne was once again pushed against the wall. Her breath hitched. “Dress yourself up for me and then go to the Room of Requirement. I’ll be there soon.” He was gone before she could respond.

Daphne rushed to the Slytherin dorms, desperate to reach her closet. Should she go with the Quidditch uniform again? Or maybe the scarlet lingerie she ordered. Or, nothing. Unfortunately, disaster struck.

“We need to have a talk Greengrass.”

Daphne reluctantly turned to face Malfoy, who wasn’t at lunch for some reason. “About what?”

“Potter.” Malfoy took several steps forward, probably thinking that he looked threatening. Crabbe and Goyle weren’t present, most likely scarfing food down. In fact, the only other student in the common room was a seventh year, ignoring the younger year students. “What information do you have?”

She sneered. “For you? Nothing.”

Malfoy sneered back. “Remember who you’re talking to.”

“Oh I do,” Daphne said. “The person who has never gotten a single thing out of Potter, ever. I don’t report to you.”

Now Malfoy really got in her face. “My father-”

“Is not you,” Daphne said as she pushed him back. “And until he dies, you don’t get his money.”

“I will write him,” Malfoy threatened.

“Go ahead. I have better things to do than talk to you,” Daphne said. Valuable time had been lost.

To her dismay, Harry was already in the Room when she arrived. “I told you to be waiting,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Malfoy wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“You. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell him anything.” Of course she didn’t.

“Does Slytherin still think that you’re some sort of spy?” Harry asked.

“I think so,” Daphne said. She’d long stopped caring what her housemates thought. They didn’t matter.

“You know what, I don’t care right now,” Harry declared. Daphne looked around the room and realized she recognized it. Despite only being there one time, one did not forget the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts easily.

“Does Dumbledore know we’re here?” Daphne joked.

Harry, who had been leaning back on what is the Headmaster’s desk in the real room, pushed off it and walked forward. “This is your fault, you know.”

“Mine?”

“I asked for a room to meet you. It gave me this.” Now he was close enough to put a hand under Daphne’s chin. “You’ve been filling my head with all sorts of ideas.”

Daphne fluttered her eyelashes in false innocence. “Like becoming the Headmaster?”

Harry shook his head. “Just becoming as powerful as Dumbledore in general.”

“You will be,” Daphne promised. “The professors can already see it. You’ll rule the world.”

“And when that happens, what will you be?” Harry asked.

“Yours.”

Harry smiled and traced a line across her throat. Daphne lifted her chin to give him easier access. “I should get a collar for you.”

A permanent reminder of him. That sounded wonderful. “Charm it invisible to anyone else,” she suggested. “That way we don’t get annoying questions and bad press coverage.” Those would just make Harry’s life more difficult.

Harry slid her Hogwarts robes off her shoulders and Daphne stepped out of them. Underneath was nothing but matching lacy bra and thong, Gryffindor scarlet. “Do you like it?” Daphne did a quick twirl to show everything, trying to calm her pounding heart. He already said he liked her body. This was what she wanted.

Harry turned her around again and roughly grabbed both asscheeks, making her squeal. A loud SMACK rang out, and Daphne gasped with shock. Harry gently rubbed where he had spanked her. “I’m sorry, was that too hard?”

“Of course not,” Daphne quickly said. “Do whatever you want.”

That was enough for Harry, who smacked her again, this time on the right instead of the left. Whereas before he focused on her breasts, now he seemed endlessly entertained by her ass. The thong barely covered anything, leaving most of her asscheeks bare for his viewing pleasure. Eventually he turned her back around again and captured her lips with his.

“Like what you see?” Daphne asked when she could talk again.

“I love everything about you,” he said. “You’re perfect.”

“Imagine when it’s more than just me,” Daphne said. She could see it already, an army of women crafted to suit his needs, his desires, his pleasures. Of course men would be necessary too, just not useful in as many ways.

“Right now all I can see is you,” Harry said.

Daphne pushed out her chest so it rubbed against Harry’s robes and drew his eyes. “I’ll always be yours.”

“You’ll never be allowed to leave me,” he promised. “We’re a team.” He flicked her nipple, visibly stiff through the bra.

Life was pretty perfect.

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Daphne fumed walking down the halls of Hogwarts, considering all the ways her country was insulted that morning alone. The French in particular were a snooty bunch, and Fleur Delacour was the worst of them. She thought that being Tri-Wizard champion and a veela made her special. Well Daphne was Harry’s toy and could Miss Delacour claim that? Nope!

Well, not yet.

Harry was an English wizard so naturally that meant English wizards were the best in the world. Oh, there was Dumbledore too in distant second place. The foreigners needed to learn their place.

Christmas was only two weeks away and Daphne needed to figure out what she was getting Harry. Obviously Granger but Harry deserved more than just a sicko-brained mudblood. She could confound Tracey later in the day, let her get used to the idea of being Harry’s Christmas present. Lavender was a possibility. Her younger sister Astoria was as well, if only Astoria was a little older. As it was she still looked like a twinky boy. But her Harry deserved the best, and that meant a real veela whore.

The issue was Fleur was never alone. She always had two friends with her, both with dark hair and long legs and shapely breasts. They were probably good with their wands too but Harry wouldn’t need to care about that. Daphne frowned. Maybe they could be useful in helping Harry conquer the world. His whores could also double as soldiers. Her frown disappeared as Daphne hummed happily to herself. She was so good at multitasking for Harry.

Daphne turned the corner and waited. The French, being complete morons the lot of them, didn’t know the fastest routes through the massive castle with changing staircases and false disappearing walls. Honestly, what had they been doing for the last two and a half months?

Sure enough, the veela and her posse appeared along their usual route to Charms class. And no, Daphne hadn’t been stalking them. She was scouting. For Harry.

Fleur was laughing at something. Probably some perfectly logical British custom she was too stupid to understand. “Oh Camille, you can be so silly sometimes.” Whatever, close enough.

They weren’t expecting to be attacked. No, not attacked, reeducated. That sounded much better. Before they could react Daphne had each of their wands at her feet, and all three older girls were suspended upside down in the air, unable to speak. Daphne took a moment to observe their legs, visible all the way to their panties with their uniforms handing down around their heads. “Confundo,” she said to each of them.

Daphne rubbed her hands together. This was going to be fun. “First of all, how gross is it to be French? I mean just, ew.” None of them reacted, their eyes slightly glassy. “Second of all, I am doing this to help you. Each of you needs to understand that you are so far down the totem pole of life. And all the way at the top, is Harry Potter.” They still didn’t react, but at least they weren’t trying to scream anymore. “He’s a wizard you would be lucky to kiss the feet of. Well, today is your lucky day. From today on, you belong to Harry. I do too, trust me it’s the best. Better than foreign scum like you deserve. You, what’s your name?” One of Fleur’s friends answered but no sound came out. Daphne sighed and undid the charm muting her.

“Adrienne.”

Not an awful name. “Adrienne, how much do you want to spend the rest of your life living completely for another wizard?”

“Not much,” she admitted.

“Well too bad, and you’re going to like it too. No scratch that, you’re going to love it. It’s the best thing in the world.” Daphne pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket where she had written some notes. “Oh yeah, you can’t lie to Harry or I either. You’ll act normal in public but Harry basically owns you now. I’m making you three Christmas presents for him so don’t plan anything on the holiday. Harry owns you not me but you’ll listen to what I tell you as well. And you’ll forget I ever confounded you without forgetting what I’ve told you.” She put the paper away. “So Adrienne, what do you think of Harry?”

“He’s perfect,” she said in a dreamy voice. “I can’t wait for Christmas.”

Daphne nodded in satisfaction, letting all three of them down mostly gently. They may be improved but they were still French. She pulled another piece of paper from her pockets, this one with several names written down. “All three of you need to sign this.” Each one did so without asking what the signature was for.

“So Harry owns you too?” Fleur asked. 

“Yep,” Daphne said proudly. “We’re a team. He sent me to deal with you guys.” A bit of a lie, but again they were French.

“I can’t wait for Christmas,” Camille said in the same dreamy tone as Adrienne. “How should I look?”

“What does Harry prefer?” Adrienne asked.

“I’ll take care of that,” Daphne said. “Right now, you guys get to class. And remember, act normal. If you make anything harder for Harry I’ll kill you.” She probably wouldn’t. Probably.

The trio nodded vigorously. “Of course,” Fleur said. Daphne smirked. She could get used to this.

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Daphne hummed to herself, taking a critical look at her fingernails while Tracey painted her toes. Daphne had to give it to the half-blood, she did a good job when given the proper motivation. 

The two of them were alone in the Slytherin common room. No green light filtered through the lake but the fire crackled away merrily. It was late, almost midnight. Daphne had waited until most people were hitting their beds before rousing Tracey from where she was trying to sleep. “I want my toes done. And my nails need a touchup too. Tracey had grumbled but did as she was told. Honestly, she needed very little fixing in the first place.

Daphne took a critical look at the girl working below her. Her caramel hair had some pleasant waves, and her full lips reminded Daphne of Fleur’s. What did the boys call them again? She smiled. Oh yes, dick sucking lips. Honestly Daphne never would have picked Tracey out of a crowd but she was here so might as well. If she was forced to spend her nights away from Harry she could use the time to better his cause. 

“Confundo.”

Tracey stopped working and looked up. “What?”

“Go back to work,” Daphne said. Tracey did so without another word, her motions a little more robotic than before. “Honestly, you aren’t horrible how you are. There are just a few things that need fixing. You already know you’re basically nobody. There are people that are so much better than you it’s not even funny. Like Harry,” she said brightly. “He’s much better than you deserve.” Harry was better than anyone but Daphne deserved, but he sure as Merlin deserved all of them. “He might as well own you so I’m making it official. Harry Potter owns you, Tracey Davis. Welcome to the club, it’ll make you happier than you’ve ever been before. You should be happy to have a master.” Daphne had been on cloud nine for months now. “It’s the level you were born at. I’m making you a Christmas present for him. You’re one part of his package.”

“Yeah ok,” Tracey said, not looking up from her work.

“Now finish up and go to sleep. And forget I ever confounded you.”

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Confounding Cho was easy, she just followed the Ravenclaw girl into the bathroom. “But I already told Cedric I’d go to the Yule Ball with him.”

Daphne made a face. “Cedric? But he’s a Hufflepuff.”

“And?”

“Hufflepuffs are worthless,” Daphne explained, as if to a child. Honestly, was everyone else outside of Harry just a complete moron? “Tell him you changed your mind. You’re going with Harry. Oh, and me as well.”

Cho frowned, her eyes staring off to nowhere. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Of course it makes sense.” Daphne said irritably. “Oh, and you’re going to be with him afterwards too because he’s the best. Harry thinks you’re hot or whatever so lucky you.”

Cho nodded. “Very lucky.”

“Now sign this paper.” Daphne took out the parchment and quill, frowning as she watched Cho sign. It had been late and she’d forgotten to give it to Tracey. Stupid Daphne. She couldn’t afford to be stupid for Harry. He was perfect, and she needed to be as well or she’d drag down the team. “Now forget I confounded you today but don’t forget anything I told you.”

Cho nodded and left.

Daphne found Harry for the rest of their lunch break shortly afterwards. “I confounded Cho,” she said proudly.

“Good job.” Daphne beamed at the praise. It was as if God told her she was going to heaven every time Harry gave her a compliment. 

“So should I ask her out?”

“I don’t think so,” Daphne considered. “I told her she’s going with us, I don’t think you need to ask her out.” Seems redundant to ask a girl who’s already going with you.

“That’s good?”

“Good? Why’s that good?” Not that Daphne really needed to know, Harry could tell her whatever he wanted, it was just nice to know what he was thinking sometimes.

“Asking out a girl scares me,” Harry answered. 

Daphne scoffed. “Well that’s silly. Who would ever tell you no? You’re literally perfect.” She leaned against him and looked up adoringly. 

Harry kissed the top of her head. “Thank’s Daphne. You’re probably a little biased though.”

“Biased with correctness.” Daphne knew pretty much anything. Unless Harry said she was wrong, then obviously he was the correct one.

“What do we do with Cho after the Yule Ball?” Harry asked. “I didn’t really think about that. Too focused on school and the Tournament.” It was true, Harry was spending hours a day learning outside of class. It’s one of the many reasons he was so lucky to have Daphne for the behind the scenes work.

“You said you had a thing for her right?”

“Yeah. But that was before you.”

“Do you still want to, you know, do things with her?”

“Of course,” Harry said in a matter of fact tone as he held Daphne’s hand.

Daphne bit her lip. “Do you… want to do anything with me?”

“Oh, loads of things.”

“Then why don’t you?” Daphne asked, a little miffed that Harry was holding back. Was she not good enough for him?

“I don’t want to overwhelm you. I know I own you and everything but you’re really helpful.”

Daphne’s irritation faded away as quickly as it came. “You’re so silly Harry. Do whatever you want with me. To me.” He really was a sweetheart. 

“Maybe later. I have class right now.”

“Ok.” Harry could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to. It wasn’t her right to dictate his schedule, as much as she wanted to skip class. They didn’t even share Herbology together. “Do you have any idea what the clue in the egg is?”

Harry shook his head. “Not yet. I’m researching languages next.”

“I can do that for you,” Daphne said eagerly. “While you’re in class.” She could skip one Charms class, it wouldn’t make her too stupid for Harry.

Harry considered the idea. “No, go to class. We don’t want to make anyone suspicious.”

“Whatever you say.”

What Harry did next shocked her. He reached down and gripped a handful of her ass, giving her a swat as he walked away. “See you later.”

Daphne stared at him openmouthed. He couldn’t just do something like that to her and then walk away like nothing happened. Well obviously he totally could, but she’d prefer if he didn’t. Daphne thought about that some more. No, she preferred whatever Harry preferred. She smiled at his back. Everything was perfect.

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“When did you tell Lavender to bring Parvati?” Harry asked.

“It should be any minute.” Daphne glared at the door. How dare Lavender mildly inconvenience Harry by making him wait a minute or two longer than necessary. She should know better.

“And we’re doing this because you want to give me a harem.” Harry looked amused at the idea.

“I’m enforcing the natural order of the world,” Daphne said. “It’s only right that witches, you know, warm the bed of wizards they are inferior to.”

“Like you.”

There was no insult intended or inferred in Harry’s statement. “Of course. But since I can’t sleep in your dorm, we need replacements. And obviously no one witch can replace me.”

“No combination of witches can replace you.” Daphne could practically melt whenever Harry talked to her.

The door of the old classroom opened and Lavender and Parvati slipped inside. “What’s going on?” Parvati asked. “Lavender won’t tell me much.”

“You can trust me,” Harry said. 

“Obviously. But what is going on?” Parvati showed no fear on her face, only confusion. Harry confounded her into believing he could always be trusted. Daphne gave the Indian witch a critical look, evaluating her as Harry’s bedwarmer and concubine. She stared at Harry, so proud of him for already reaching this point. If Daphne had her way, the only witches in the country giving birth to anybody else’s children other than Harry would be the ugly ones. She shook her head to snap out of it. Daphne had an issue of losing her train of thought and defaulting on Harry.

Parvati had smooth brown skin and straight dark hair that fell to her lower back. Her breasts were the same size as Daphne’s, that was good Harry loved her breasts. Hogwarts robes hid the rest. In Daphne’s opinion, she looked like someone who should only be brought into the country as a plaything. Like muggleborns. Or halfbloods. Or creatures. Or really annoying purebloods.

Lavender was interesting to watch as well. She kept wringing her hands and fluttering her eyelashes at Harry. Daphne smirked. She was so eager to get what Daphne was already getting. 

“Confundo,” Harry said casually. Parvati’s eyes grew defocused, but Lavender freaked out.

“What did you do to her?” she shrieked.

Daphne pointed her wand to confound Lavender as well but Harry motioned her down. “You want to be my… honeybunny right?”

“Yes,” Lavender whispered, still fidgeting nervously.

“Then we need to do this. I’m not hurting her, see? Parvati is fine.”

“Besides, what Harry does is always best,” Daphne explained. 

“Oh, ok. I’m sorry.”

“Then tell Parvati what you want. Slowly, please.”

Harry was so smart. It was a ploy to make Lavender give the instructions. “I want to be his hunnybunny,” Lavender said. “A-and keep his bed warm at night. A-a-and you know, do other stuff.”

“And so do you,” Daphne said quickly. “You want to be Harry’s…” her voice trailed off as she searched for the right word. “Concubine! You want to be Harry’s concubine.” That was a good word. It established her position and Parvati was even Asian so she looked like a concubine. Well, technically she was born in England but whatever.

“Concubine?” Harry frowned. 

“Yes,” Daphne said, giving her Harry an expression that said “follow along.” “And as your Master that means Harry owns you and can do whatever he wants.” She shuffled close to Harry. “Anything else to add?” she whispered.

Harry cleared his throat. “It also means you aren’t allowed to tell on me whenever I do something technically against the rules. 

Daphne nodded. That was a good one. “All of this applies to you too, Lavender.” 

The brunette girl wasn’t actively confounded but already had standing orders. She nodded vigorously. “I understand.”

“Act like you always have in public unless I tell you otherwise,” Harry ordered. “And forget you’ve ever seen me confound anybody, and never confound me.” Lavender nodded and Parvati gave a glassy stare. “You can leave now.”

“Wait!” Daphne said, pulling out the parchment of signatures. “This first.”

After signatures were acquired and the parchment was once again secure Harry sent Lavender and Parvati away. Daphne frowned as she watched them leave. “Really? You’re not going to do anything to them?” She’d spent a lot of effort starting Harry’s harem, it was a shame not to see him use it. 

Harry turned to him. “I’ll see them tonight. Why bother?’

“But you could, you know, make them take off their robes or something.” Didn’t he see all their potential uses?

Harry ran his hands over her shoulders. “I could make you take off your robes.”

Daphne bit her lower lip. “Is that what you’re going to do?”

Harry shook his head. “I can just do it myself.”

Daphne looked up at her Harry while he slid off her robes, pushing out her chest so her boobs looked a little bigger. She’d heard somewhere that boys liked that.

“I still don’t know why I need Lavender and Parvati when I have you,” Harry said as he palmed her over the shirt.

Daphne took off her shirt because really that was just silly wasn’t it? Surely topless her was better to grope than shirt-covered her. “Variety, Harry.”

“I was taking my time with you.”

Daphne panicked. Why hadn’t she thought of that? It wasn’t her right to assume what Harry would prefer. “I’m so sorry! Should I put it back on?”

Harry bent down and kissed her and all of Daphne’s panic melted away with his lips. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her, looking at her breasts the entire time. “You’re beautiful.”

Daphne beamed at him. How horrible it must be to exist as a male and know that you could never use your body to please Harry Potter. She reached off and slid Harry’s robes off him, so she could see his figure better under his shirt. “Do you still work out four times a week?”

Harry shook his head. “I do it every morning now.” He decided the time for talk was over, kissing Daphne again. It felt good to kiss a girl, feel her half-naked body pressed against him. He moved his lips lower, to the edge of her lips, then her jaw, then the curve of her neck. Daphne liked it if her moans were any indication, adjusting so he could kiss her easier. The sound of her pants filled his ears. “Do you like that?”

Daphne took deep breaths, her long lashes covering her eyes. “Very much.”

“Good. Because I want to do it some more.”

She nodded obediently. “Whatever you want Harry.”

That was what made Daphne such a good teammate. Things were always straightforward with her, he always knew what she wanted. His hands wandered lower until they were teasing the curve of Daphne’s ass. She smiled at him and pushed her bum back so he was gripping two handfuls of her. It felt nice, sort of like holding her breasts. “Whatever you want,” Daphne whispered to him. “Whenever you want. And that makes me the luckiest witch in the world.”

“I feel pretty lucky too right now.”

“Imagine if the first person you owned was, like, Millicent Bulstrode. Or Ron.”

Harry made a face. “Why would you bring him up right now?”

“Sorry,” Daphne apologized. “Sorry.” Then Harry kissed her again and neither of them were thinking about Ron Weasley or Millicent Bulstrode. 

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Harry was under the invisibility cloak as Parvati led him up the stairs to the girl’s dormitories. The enchantments preventing boys from entering without escort was a little inconvenient. Parvati kept glancing around like she expected someone to see Harry any second. He sighed under the cloak. He missed Daphne and her poise already.

If anything, once safely in the fourth-year bedroom Parvati looked even more nervous. “Harry?” Hermione asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry told her dismissively. 

“Yes sir.” Hermione ducked behind the curtains of her four-poster. Daphne had specifically asked him to ignore Hermione.

“I have plans for her,” she’d told Harry. “Don’t worry about her yet.”

Lavender was also waiting for Harry, chewing her lower lip nervously. Harry looked her over for a moment. Large breasts, but she was no Daphne. He yawned and stretched, tired as usual at the end of the day. It turns out that actually working hard on his magic tended to exhaust him. Without a word he trudged past Parvati and Lavender and flopped onto Lavender’s bed. Daphne never needed communication to know what he wanted.

Lavender peaked her head through the curtains. “Harry? What are we doing?”

He opened one eye. “Sleeping. I’m tired.”

“Oh, ok.” A moment of hesitation. “Should we sleep with you?”

Harry frowned. “That’s your job isn’t it?”

“Of course Harry.” Lavender sounded almost panicked. “Sorry.” She slid out of her nightrobes, revealing basic gryffindor red lingerie beneath. Parvati was close behind her with a gold set of bra and knickers of her own. Harry kept his eye open as they crawled into the bed with him. Smooth contrasting skin, large eyes, Lavender’s large breasts and thick thighs vs Parvati’s slender build. Maybe in the morning.

At first they settled just to either side of him, and Harry didn’t really understand the appeal of this arrangement. All they did was make noise and shift the mattress. But then Lavender rolled over so her boobs were pressed against his side and Parvati’s legs tangled with his and everything made sense. Perhaps Daphne’s harem idea had merit afterall. He quickly fell into a pleasant sleep. Lavender and Parvati locked eyes for a moment as they watched him sleep. Feeling the new center of their worlds against them, life felt pretty good. 

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Snape’s eye twitched just a little as he watched the Gryffindor table. Not that he would ever admit it, but he often kept an eye on the lions and Harry Potter in particular. Again, not that he would ever admit it, but he knew their dynamics passingly well. He also knew that something was wrong.

It all started that night Daphne Greengrass and Potter had detention together. He had set them to scrubbing cauldrons and thought nothing of it. But for some unholy reason Greengrass was often seen in his company afterwards. He’d heard Draco prattle once or twice about how Greengrass was worming her way into Potter’s graces to betray him and wondered how Lucius and Narcissa could have raised such a boy. Any idiot with two eyes could see how she adored him. Dumbledore had mentioned once how lovely it was to have a Gryffindor-Slytherin relationship, especially during this year of international cooperation. Minerva seemed as surprised as anyone but took it in stride. Snape knew better. Something was not natural about those two.

Now Brown and the Gryffindor Patil were acting the same way. Not as obviously, but all the hallmarks had been there for a week. The longingly gazing at him in a way that somehow didn’t freak anyone else out. The constant talking about him during class when they were supposed to be brewing. Even the way they entered and exited his class was unusual. Both of them were always slightly behind him, moving around Potter like they were planets orbiting him. It was disconcerting. 

Snape sipped his tea, knowing that no one would believe his accusations with how popular Potter was at the moment. But if he was bewitching his classmates, Snape would soon know.

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Harry awoke to see Lavender and Parvati already alert. Somehow they always managed to fall asleep after him and wake before. Lavender gave him a little smile. “Hey you.”

Harry ran a finger along her jawline. It continued lower, past her neck, down her shoulders, to dip under her bra. Lavender arched her back and undid the clasp to give him unfettered access. 

Neither her nor Parvati were Daphne, but Harry had discovered they were fun to play with regardless. His other hand ran along Parvati’s back until he had a handful of her ass. 

He’d answered honestly when Daphne had asked how he was enjoying his nights. She’d just smiled at him. “Good. Every great wizard deserves a few toys to fondle.”

“You’re still my favorite toy,” he’d assured her.

Daphne had rolled her eyes and said “Of course I am,” but he could tell she was pleased nevertheless.

“You could do this in public too.” Parvati’s voice brought Harry back to the present. “Concubines are meant to be treated like this.”

Harry shook his head. “Too many questions. It’s not worth the effort,” he said in a matter of fact voice.

“Are you going to keep us hidden forever?” Lavender asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll need to plan with Daphne.” They were a team, he couldn’t go planning major things like that without her.

Parvati made an odd noise as Harry’s fingers dipped into the crack between her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said while blushing. “I like the feeling.” 

“You know we could return the favor sometime,” Lavender said.

“What favor?” Harry asked. He was doing this for him, not them.

“You know,” Lavender said. When Harry’s silence indicated he in fact did not know she had to continue. “We could… umm… help out with morning issues and stuff,” she stammered.

Harry pushed each of them off him and stood up. He didn’t have time for concubines who couldn’t talk to him straight. Besides, he had to get to the bathroom.

Lavender and Parvati stayed behind closed curtains after Harry left. “Do you think he doesn’t like us?” Lavender asked sadly. 

Parvati shook her head. “He likes us fine,” she said, motioning to the fingerprint marks still left on Lavender’s breasts. “Maybe he’s shy.”

“Maybe he just wants Daphne,” Lavender said. “We’re just concubines and she’s…” Lavender thought about it. “Well she’s…” Daphne didn’t have a defined title that she knew off.

“Daphne’s better than us,” Parvati said. Afterall, Harry owned all three of them and she was clearly his favorite. 

“Yes.” A thought occurred to Lavender. “Why doesn’t Harry own your sister? Shouldn’t she be as happy as we are?”

Parvati thought about that. “I think it’s because she’s smarter. Concubines are usually stupid.”

Lavender frowned, having never thought of herself as stupid before. Sure, she was no Hermione in class but she always passed. “Are we stupid?”

“Harry owns us,” Parvati reasoned. “Smart people aren’t typically owned.”

“Does that mean that Daphne is stupid too?”

“I don’t know,” Parvati said. “We should ask her.”

They found Daphne later that day in the corridors without Harry and looking very annoyed about it. Lavender and Parvati could understand what she was feeling, but at least she was able to act affectionate with Harry in public. “We have a question,” Lavender told her.

“Hmm?” Daphne turned around. “Oh, it’s you two.” She looked at Hermione, hovering nearby. “Go to lunch.”

The bookworm nodded her head a little overeagerly to not be weird. “Yes Daphne.”

“Harry tells me he’s enjoying you two.” Both Gryffindor girls beamed. So Harry did like them afterall. “So keep up whatever you’re doing because if he ever doesn’t like you two then you’re useless,” Daphne warned. “So what is your question?”

“Are you stupid?” Lavender asked.

Daphne sputtered in shock. “Am I what?!”

“We figured Harry didn’t own Padma because she’s smart and smart people aren’t owned by anyone else,” Parvati explained. “So we were wondering if you are stupid.”

“No you oriental idiot!" Daphne yelled. “Of course Harry owns your sister, she just doesn't know it yet!”

“Oh.” Parvati felt like such a moron. “Who does Harry own?”

“Everything and everyone,” Daphne explained in a tone that suggested she was talking to toddlers. “And by the time I’m done everyone will realize it.”

That made a lot of sense. “That’s lucky for the rest of the world,” Lavender said. 

“Of course it is,” Daphne snapped. 

“We have one more question,” Parvati said.

“What now?” Daphne asked angrily. 

Parvati shirked back a little bit but didn’t back down entirely. This question was for Harry. “Have you touched Harry’s cock yet?”

That question surprised Daphne as much as the first one but in a very different way. “No. Why?” She was more than happy to allow Harry to dictate the physical side of their relationship. And every other side as well.

“I offered to this morning and he just left,” Lavender said. “We were wondering if he doesn’t like us.”

Daphne frowned and looked them over. “He should.”

“He touches us in lots of places,” Parvati said. 

Daphne shrugged. “He’s probably just taking his time. Don’t worry about it.”

“We were thinking-”

Daphne cut Lavender off. “Don’t bother. It isn’t your job to think.”

“Yes Daphne.”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing unless Harry tells you to do anything different.” Daphne turned around. “You’ve wasted enough of my lunch time with Harry.”

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“Lemon pop?”

Harry declined the offer from the Headmaster as he sat down. He was a fan of spicy, not sour. “You wanted to talk to me?”

“I wanted to know how you were progressing with the clue for the second task.”

Harry gave the Headmaster a careful eye. Everything looked right, from Dumbledore’s whimsical expression to Fawkes giving him a little trill when he walked in. But Dumbledore usually didn’t talk with him one-on-one, even after his name came out of the Goblet in the first place. If he somehow knew or suspected what Harry and Daphne were doing with the confundus charm all of their plans could be ruined. There was no way Harry would be able to do anything against Dumbledore. “I’m still researching what language the clue is in.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I help construct the eggs. Perhaps this old man could give the youngest generation a hint… but I suspect you may want to compete legitimantly.”

“It wasn’t my choice,” Harry pointed out. Now that he had higher aspirations in life the tournament was a welcome opportunity, but still.

“But you displayed remarkably fast adaptability when faced with an obstacle such as a dragon,” Dumbledore pointed out. “Something Mr. Diggory seemed to lack.”

So Dumbledore knew he had cheated. That was fine, likely Hagrid had admitted to showing Harry the dragons. He could hardly be held at fault for that. Besides, Fleur and Krum had also happily cheated. “What is the purpose of this conversation sir? If you don’t mind me asking,” he added politely.

Dumbledore sighed. “I fear Alastor was not wrong when he proposed malicious forces put your name in the Goblet of Fire. I called you here for a cautioning perhaps. Your professors inform me of an increase in your academic performance.”

“Yes sir.”

“Your mother would be pleased, I know.” Dumbledore looked over Harry’s head for a moment or two, staring into the distance or perhaps back in time, before focusing on the present again. “An eagerness to learn is an applaudable thing. I was an average student my first year, did you know?”

That surprised Harry. “No sir.”

Dumbledore almost chuckled. “Not many people alive remember that year. I do remember, however, the rush that came as I passed my classmates.” Harry, confused as to the purpose of the conversation, said nothing. “It was in my fifth year that I was first noticed by a figure of international fame. Charlance Higglesford.”

“I think I know that name.”

“Very good. At the time, he was a leading expert in transfiguration. I had released my first paper, on elemental transfiguration. He challenged me to transfigure something, anything, from air. It was considered impossible at the time.”

“And you did it?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “I spent a year and failed. Now of course…” Dumbledore waved his wand and a bell appeared as if from thin air. “That was not a conjuration. All it took to learn was time. Fifty years, seven months and twenty-nine days to be exact. Charlance Higglesford was long since dead.” Dumbledore sighed. “My point is Harry, that you haven’t had the time. Experienced wizards will overwhelm you regardless of your already remarkable accomplishments. Your technique to confuse a dragon was remarkable, to say the least.” Dumbledore had given Harry a perfect 10. “But stay humble. And as Alastor would say,” Dumbledore said with a grin, “stay vigilant.”

“I understand sir.”

“Then you may go.”

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“We need to buy you dress robes during the next Hogsmeade weekend,” Daphne told Harry while he was studying. Well, she was studying too but she was studying garment options instead of herbology. The Yule Ball would be where Harry cements himself as the king of the Hogwarts population with a proper lady on each arm and he needed to look his best.

Harry nodded without looking up. “That should be easy.”

“We need to make sure it looks good with my dress.” Getting the acromantula silk dress had been easier than expected. She’d asked for it as an early Christmas present from her parents and it had arrived the next week.

“Should it match with Cho’s too?”

Daphne frowned. She hadn’t thought of that. It was her job to think of stuff like this so Harry could focus on being awesome and powerful and eventually conquering the entire world. She thought of Lavender and Parvati’s absurd question earlier in the week, asking if she was Harry’s because she was stupid. She’d always been Harry’s her entire life, it had nothing to do with her intelligence. No, she wasn’t stupid, it was just one little missed detail. “Cho’s dress should really match with mine but it’s too late if she already has her own.” Any girl worth two looks would have her outfit weeks in advance, especially if she had the honor of being Harry Potter’s eye candy. “I’ll talk to her about it.” She could make things right without needing to bother Harry.

Daphne once again found Cho alone in the bathroom. “Oh Daphne,” Cho said happily. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you.”

“I’ve been busy.” Daphne was starting to realize a flaw in her grand plan to help Harry get his massive harem; she had to interact with even more stupid girls than before. Whatever, it was for Harry.

“We should coordinate our dresses.”

Daphne blinked. Maybe Cho wasn’t so dumb afterall. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I already have mine, it’s turquoise in color.”

Daphne nodded. Hers was jade green, her House color. Turquoise and jade would match rather nicely. “Harry can wear black on black,” she decided. “Black works with anything.” White could be an option as well but she wasn’t looking to go that bold so early on in their plan.

“I agree,” Cho said.

Daphne gave her an odd look. “I didn’t ask you.” The Ravenclaw girl was a pawn her and Harry were manipulating, not a member of the team.

Cho looked hurt but really who cared? “If we’re going to both be with Harry after the Yule Ball we have to get along.”

At least Cho had the right idea, even if she completely misunderstood the situation. “We never make things harder for Harry,” Daphne agreed. “Never,” she stressed. “By the way, how did Cedric react when you told him you’re going with somebody else to the ball?” This was a story she had to hear. She’d been too focused on Harry to notice anything with Cedric.

“He sort of looked at me in shock so I walked away,” Cho said. Daphne frowned, disappointed by the short and boring tale. “But the next day he begged me to change my mind again.”

“And?”

“I told him that he’s worthless as a Hufflepuff so I changed my mind.”

Daphne chackled. “That’s too good. What did he say?”

Cho looked a little sad. “He called me a bitch for discriminating against Hufflepuffs. I feel bad for them but it’s their fault for being Hufflepuffs.”

“That’s what I’ve always said!” Daphne said excitingly. Did she finally have a smart and reasonable girl at Hogwarts to talk to? Once Cho understood her place in the hierarchy she had the potential to be a lot of fun. “They always say we look down on them when they’re the ones that didn’t get sorted into a proper House.”

“Cedric is still a good guy. He’ll make some other girl happy,” Cho said. “Maybe a Hufflepuff.”

“Who cares?” So Cho still needed some work. Whatever girl Cedric ended up making happy would have to be second-rate and not good enough for Harry.

“You are being mean, Daphne,” Cho said with a tone of disapproval. “Not everyone can be as lucky as we are and go with Harry.”

Daphne sighed. For a moment she had such grand dreams. Now all there was left to do was leave. “Whatever.”

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“My mother sent me a letter,” Daphne told Harry in the library. Ron and Hermione were there too. “It’s about my father.”

“Is there something special about your father?”

“He was a Death Eater with the dark mark,” Daphne explained. “My mother doesn’t but she married him knowing he had it. She’s a sympathizer but doesn’t like to get her hands dirty.”

“They should both be in Azkaban,” Ron said angrily. “My father told me how many Death Eaters walked free after the war.”

For once, Daphne could not argue with Ron. If locking her parents away made You-Know-Who that much weaker then she would inform on her parents the first chance she gets. Besides, that may give Daphne temporary control over the family finances. That may warrant some more thinking. “My mother says father’s mark is growing darker. She told me to be careful around you.”

“Do your parents know we are a team?”

“My mother heard a story from Narcissa Malfoy. All of Slytherin thinks I wormed your way into your graces to sabotage you.” Daphne rolled her eyes.

Harry’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Why would they think that?”

“Most people in the world are stupid,” Daphne explained. “If you allow them to think on their own they come up with the wrong conclusion. Look at these two right here.” Ron just turned a light shade of red while Hermione sank lower in her seat, trying to remain unseen and unheard like a proper house elf.

“Hermione isn’t stupid,” was Harry’s only comment. Then he could have a smart house elf. Whatever he wanted.

“Of course not,” Daphne said quickly. “Hermione isn’t stupid. She just needs guidance from her betters.” It was a good thing Hermione wasn’t stupid. Harry needed as many smart people around him as possible.

“Did your mother have any advice for you?”

“She just said that something big could happen this year.” Daphne couldn’t keep just a hint of worry out of her voice. Harry was obviously the greatest wizard ever but they were all still so young.

“Dumbledore told me the same thing.”

Daphne blinked. “What?”

“What you were saying. Dumbledore called me into his office to warn me that I am still inexperienced.”

A little embarrassing that Daphne hadn’t realized she was talking out loud. “Dumbledore talked to you and you didn’t tell me?”

“I’ve been busy and forgot. Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Daphne wasn’t actually offended.

“I was thinking about sneaking into the Restricted Section with my cloak,” Harry said. “Like I did my first year.”

Daphne stayed silent, thinking about everything. She could conceive of grand plans to conquer the world, and it all seemed so easy when all she had to do was confound some school kids. But there were real threats waiting outside the friendly walls of Hogwarts. She watched Harry as he read his charms textbook, noticing how he was three quarters of the way through. He showed no outward fear, but Daphne could see how quickly his eyes were moving through the words. He was cramming, rushing to learn as much as possible as quickly as possible.

Daphne pulled out her own textbook. Harry was right; it was time to cram.