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The Magical Contract Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 12:49:31 +0000 UTCNotes Please Read!!
Well, this idea came out of nowhere. Technically, it was only supposed to be a smutty one-shot, but I kept writing and the story developed, and I came up with more ideas to add more characters, and it turned into a story that I want to continue writing for several more chapters. Ironically, there's no smut in this first chapter, but I assure you there will be in the next one. For now, the story will focus on Cassandra/Harry/Hermione, but I may very well add characters like Susan and Daphne to join the harem. I hope you like this story that came out of nowhere, and will practically be my first real story from the world of Harry Potter.
PS: Very important, this story will be exclusive to the “Knight” tier. I will only make this first chapter available to everyone. The following chapters will be restricted to the corresponding tiers.
All characters involved are over 18 years old.
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The war was over, Voldemort had been defeated and this time there would be no resurrections, he had made sure of that. The horcrux that bound him had also been destroyed, he was finally free. He could finally live a peaceful life, there was no one to make an attempt on his life, there were no more threats to worry about, there were no more dark wizards. He could finally enjoy his last year at Hogwarts as an ordinary student, enjoy the relationship he had with his beautiful and wonderful girlfriend, Hermione. Or at least that's what he thought.
He just couldn't have a normal year, could he?
But this time it wasn't some Dark Arts teacher, a giant magical creature, or some dark wizard trying to ruin his life. It was a contract, a bloody magical contract. Harry knew that when he came of age, he would become Lord Potter, whether he wanted to or not, sooner or later he would end up inheriting his father's title. But Sirius had no better idea than to name him as his heir as well, making him inherit the title of Lord Black and with it, the many responsibilities of which he wanted nothing to do with.
The most important of which was that as the new Lord Black, he had the duty and responsibility to carry on the family lineage. At first, he saw no problem with that, they hadn't exactly discussed children yet with Hermione, but he was confident that they would work it out, one of his children could inherit the title of Lord Potter and the other Lord Black, but that wasn't how the wizarding world worked. In their archaic ways, the ancient Lords of the sacred 28 families had decreed that only one wife for each House, which meant that if he wanted the Black lineage to continue, he had to take a second, which apparently was not uncommon or illegal in the wizarding world.
At first, he simply thought it was a stupid and unnecessary thing to do, done only so that the old perverted Lords could take more than one woman. He thought that unfortunately he would have to let his godfather's House perish, fortunately he remembered that he was not so attached to his family and its name either. So, he thought he probably wouldn't be too disappointed in his decision, but that's when he discovered something that would change his life forever. Apparently, Abraxas Malfoy and Orion Black had come to an extra agreement when they signed the union between Lucius and Narcissa. Apparently, the former Lord Malfoy had added an extra clause to also agree to the union of a Malfoy descendant and a Black descendant. And unfortunately for him, the only remaining Malfoy scion turned out to be none other than Cassandra Malfoy.
She had been nothing but a bitch to him and his friends since the day they met, especially to his now girlfriend, Hermione. Only because of her extremist belief in ‘blood supremacy’, the same belief that had led her to support the Dark Lord. She only redeemed herself or rather realized that being a bully and being a dark wizard were completely different things and as horrible as she was, she once had boundaries that she was not capable of crossing. That alone and the fact that Harry owed her mother a life debt saved her from Azkaban, her father on the other hand was not so fortunate. Although, he still recalled with amusement the conversation he had with Narcissa when she asked him to show mercy for her daughter, but she couldn't care less about her husband's future. After that, Cassandra had kept as quiet and aloof as possible, well as much as she could.
His girlfriend was the first one he told about the situation. After all, she was his girlfriend and also the smartest person he knew. Together they tried to find a way or a loophole so that he wouldn't have to marry the one who had practically been his rival since he started at Hogwarts. But unfortunately for them, no matter how much time they spent analyzing the contract inside the library, they couldn't find a way for him to legally get out of it, as the new Lord Black, he would have to marry Cassandra.
Giving up on finding a solution, they headed to the room of Requirement, which he had ordered to be converted into a room very similar to the Gryffindor common room, only a bit more cozy and personal. This was usually where they spent their afternoons and free time, or simply when they didn't want to be disturbed. For the last while they had been discussing or thinking about the best way to deal with this whole situation, but they weren't getting anywhere. So, he tried to take it in fun and comment with a slight smile.
“Maybe it's not too late to send her to Azkaban.”
Hermione playfully punches him in the chest in response to his suggestion, telling him.
"Don't make such jokes. And besides, you were the one who made the deal with her mother."
“It wasn't so much as a deal, but more as a way to pay off the life debt I owed her, or something like that she mentioned.” Harry explained.
"Anyway, you can't send her to Azkaban. Not after you've spoken on her behalf at her trial. Besides, Cassandra may be a lot of things, but she's not a monster. And technically, she's also being forced into this contract.
“I never imagined you cared so much about her.” Harry told her, sounding surprised at how defensive his girlfriend was being about Cassandra of all people.
"It's just that, when I was examining your contract, I got to doing more research on these types of marriage contracts and it turns out they're very standard. Lords using their daughters as bargaining chips or brood mares, and sometimes they weren't selling them as brides, but simply as concubines in exchange for political favors or just money. It was something so common that you knew that even Hogwarts has special rooms for married couples, that means that the girls were extremely young. It's a completely horrible and retrograde thing to do."
“Mmh, who would have guessed that the ‘sacred twenty-eight’ would be a bunch of perverts.” Harry commented shaking his head, before an idea formed in his mind and he said to his girlfriend. “Why don't I make Cassandra my concubine, that way I would technically be fulfilling the contract because even if I have a child with her, they could carry the Black name and that way you would be my only wife.”
“The title isn't exactly what bothers me, Harry.” Hermione told him with an expression not at all impressed at his idea.
Hugging her and pulling her closer to him, Harry said.
"I know, it's just... I want you to be comfortable. At least as much as possible with this situation. I love you and I only care about how you feel." Resting his head on top of hers, he placed an affectionate kiss on it before commenting with dry humor. “I feel like I've been dragging you into my messes since first-year year.”
Turning her head towards him, this time it was Hermione who caressed an affectionate peck on his lips before telling him.
"If I had wanted to, I would have walked away from you many years ago, Harry. I love you too and I was sure that being with you wouldn't be easy at all, but it's definitely worth it." Both lovers embraced each other affectionately and when they parted this time it was Hermione who commented with amusement. "But definitely a sister-wife wasn't at all what I expected, especially that it was Cassandra. Of all the nice girls and who have a crush on you, she has to be the only one who hates your guts and who you can't be in the same room with without you both wanting to rip each other's heads off."
“Mmh, that it's Cassandra certainly complicates things a lot more.” Harry said before fully catching on to her words. "Wait, what do you mean by all the girls having a crush on me? Wait, you just referred to Cassandra as your sister-wife?"
With a smile, Hermione affectionately pats his cheek before telling him.
"Don't worry about it, on the other hand. Haven't you realized that you're probably the only man who wouldn't be extremely happy about having two beautiful women all to himself?"
Harry was more than aware that she was trying to change the conversation on him, but playing along, he said.
“There are many words I could use to describe Cassandra, but beautiful is not one of them, I assure you.”
"I understand that you don't like her, but even you have to admit that she's quite pretty. On the outside at least." Hermione told him with a slight nudge of her shoulders.
"I haven't really noticed that and I don't care about that, all I care about is how horrible she's been to us, especially to you. I could never consider a woman as haughty, pretentious and judgmental as her to be ‘pretty’." Harry said with honesty, before adding angrily. "She got it from her father, of course. The few interactions I've had with Narcissa she seemed to be a decent enough woman; I can't imagine what it could have been like for her to be married to someone like Lucius for so many years."
"All right, all right, I believe you. But if you ignore how she's like as a person, and only look on the outside, would you still tell me that you don't consider her beautiful?" Hermione asked him, before highlighting again. "Just by her looks, as if you didn't know her and saw her for the first time. What would you think of her?"
Harry tilted his head back and started to think about it, as he hadn't really considered it before. Although, he really didn't know where Hermione was going with all this, she had never asked him this kind of question before, let alone about another woman. So, without worrying about her, he began to think seriously about her question.
If he didn't know how horrible Cassandra was as a person, would he consider her ‘pretty’?
And actually, the answer was quite simple and concise. And that was yes, and he was sure that any boy at Hogwarts would think the same as he did. For despite her attitude, Cassandra was considered one of the prettiest girls in the whole school. In fact, he remembered how Ron had once told him that the boys had made a list and Cassandra was in the top three, along with Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass.
The latter was also a blonde Slytherin. In fact, she was very similar in appearance to Cassandra, though not so much in attitudes. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to have many interactions with her, the one who had been able to bond with the blonde Slytherin had been Hermione, and from what she had told him, she was pretty decent. Although the two were always competing to be top of the class, Daphne had never been rude to her or minimized her for being a muggleborn. Because unlike the rest of Slytherin's, she wasn't a fan of the whole blood supremacy thing. He had also learned that her family, despite being purebloods, had remained neutral in the war, not giving their support to Voldemort.
But there was a big difference in being a decent person, and not believing in all that pureblood nonsense and being a friendly person, which Daphne was not. In fact, she was usually the opposite, even earning the title of the ‘Ice Queen’ of Slytherin. And rumors indicated that it was not only due to her cold and distant attitude towards almost everyone, including her House mates. It was said that once a boy had tried to go too far with her and in self-defense, she applied a Glacius spell on the boy's intimidating parts and since then no one had been brave or foolish enough to try to get close to her again. She was usually only seen in the company of her probably only friend, Tracey Davis a pretty half-blood with tanned skin, curly hair and a generous bosom. Who, unlike Daphne, possessed a much chillier and friendlier attitude.
And as far as looks go, Daphne was an incredibly beautiful girl, she had milky white skin, golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a face with sharp features. The blonde topped it all off with her curvaceous figure, she certainly looked like a sexy princess of old with her wide hips, slim waist and round ass and the quality that stood out the most, her huge and proud breasts, which stood out even more every time she folded her arms and put on her expression of disinterest.
But if he thought of breasts, his mind immediately went to a certain Hufflepuff redhead. Susan Bones or ‘busty Bones’ as some boys rudely called her, something he didn't like. Because he knew that Susan was quite bothered by being called that, and he quite liked the redhead, she was a very pretty and likable girl, very shy too. He considered her a good and reliable friend, she had been a member of Dumbledore's army and had always been nice to them, she also didn't believe in all that blood purity nonsense, despite being a pureblood.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to interact with her much, it wasn't because he hadn't wanted to or she had been distant, it was just that she really seemed to be a very shy girl. For every time he tried to approach her and give her a tip or two on how to perform the spell, she would immediately get nervous and start to redden to the point where her face matched the color of her hair and stumble over her words. She was usually saved by her friend Hannah who would always mention that he shouldn't worry and that it wasn't exactly his fault, Harry would always nod before walking away, and would watch from a distance as it seemed the blonde would scold her friend before the redhead would give him a sidelong glance before quickly looking away as she realized he was still looking at her. Harry never knew what to make of that, so he always let Hermione help the girls, they were probably nervous about all the rumors circulating about him and the last thing he wanted to do was make anyone uncomfortable.
In terms of looks, Susan was a petite girl, but very plump. Obviously, the part that stood out the most about the redhead was her prominent breasts, making her the most busty student at Hogwarts, followed closely only by Lavender Brown and Daphne Greengrass, but while the other boys only focused on her huge and very hypnotic orbs which always tested the hardness of her uniform buttons, Harry didn't ignore the rest. For he believed the redhead had more features worth paying attention to, such as her pretty round face with full lips and bright blue eyes. Her butt although not as impressive as her bust, was still quite prominent and big, her thighs were thick and whitish, and she had a very pretty smile which she only showed when she was with her friends and when she thought no one was watching.
And finally, that left the last member of the top three most beautiful women at Hogwarts and she was none other than Cassandra Malfoy. Unfortunately, and ironically, it was with her that he had had the most interaction of the three. And despite that, he couldn't recall a single time where their exchange had been pleasant, starting from the first time they had met. Although, she had tried to appear pleasant and formal with him, introducing herself as a friend, it didn't take more than a few seconds for her to show her true colors by insulting Hermione and making fun of Ron. And since then, things had only gotten worse, always finding ways to bother or tease him and his friends. Trying to start some sort of rivalry against him, which only increased over the years, it could be said that they were the complete opposite of each other.
For many years he thought they would eventually find themselves on different sides during the war, but in the end, Cassandra realized how truly horrible people like her father and Voldemort were and how far they were willing to go because of their misguided beliefs. And when Voldemort ordered her to assassinate Dumbledore, she was unable to do so, somehow saving her from facing the same fate as her father and allowing her to be redeemed in some way. That and also, he owed his life to her mother who saved him by deceiving Voldemort.
After that and the war was over, Cassandra had kept as quiet as possible and no longer confronted them as directly as before, but he could still see how she maintained her haughty attitude. Besides he wouldn't forget so easily the way she had treated him, and especially Hermione. But if he bypassed all those details like his girlfriend had asked him to and just focused entirely on her appearance, his opinion of her could change.
Cassandra was a bitch, but she was a sexy bitch. You could say they were very similar in appearance with Daphne, but they weren't exactly the same. Where Daphne was a blonde with golden hair, Cassandra's was much more platinum, where Daphne had deep ocean blue eyes, Cassandra's were a cold stormy gray, where Daphne was more curvy and soft, Cassandra was much more athletic and toned. She was the tallest of the three girls, but her athletic and slender figure only enhanced more her prominent curves, her breasts, though not as large as those of someone like Susan or Lavender, were still very prominent, her slim waist, wide hips and long, smooth legs topped off a very seductive appearance. Plus, an impressive, round ass which Harry hadn't been able to help but glance at with slight guilt every time she bent over or walked away.
He honestly understood why she was considered one of the prettiest girls in the school, but according to him, her hideous, haughty attitude killed any slight attraction he might feel towards her. Besides, he believed that other boys were too swayed by a pair of huge boobs, an angelic face or a round, firm butt. Since as far as he was concerned, someone like his girlfriend, deserved to be in the conversation. Turning to Hermione and watching her closely, he thought about how lucky he was to have her in his life and knew that if all the other boys knew or had seen Hermione naked as he had, she would no doubt be considered one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts.
Although he also liked the idea that no one but him knew how truly kinky his little bookworm could be. She was truly special and his alone.
Besides the fact that Hermione didn't like to stand out in anything but academics, but she was certainly more than capable of it, something she demonstrated with ease at the Yule Ball. Where she captured the attention of almost all the boys, even though there was a veela present. She may not be a busty redhead, or a stunning blonde with killer sapphire eyes or possess a tall model's figure, but Harry knew very well what was underneath those robes. Hermione was pretty, really pretty, from her bushy brown hair, her pretty hazel eyes, her puffy pink lips or her perky breasts. Although not as big and prominent as the previous girls, they were still big enough to fill his hands to play with, but definitely his favorite part of his girlfriend was her bubbly peach shaped ass, which he couldn't get enough of.
He just loved to play with and grope her amazing ass.
Whenever he could he would hug her from behind or make her sit on his lap while they read a book or straight up grope her when no one was watching, and the best part was that she loved it.
Who would have guessed that Hermione Granger would be a complete pervert with many sexual fantasies which he was more than willing and happy to make come true.
His cock sprang to life and throbbed as he remembered their last encounter, in none other than her favorite place, the library. Hermione was always completely submissive to him, but when they fucked in the library something seemed to possess her and she was unable to control herself, she practically ride him to multiple orgasms. A smile formed on his face as he remembered the erotic scene, causing his girlfriend to look at him oddly before asking.
“What's so funny?”
Bringing his face close to hers, he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
“You asked me to think about whether I considered Cassandra beautiful, but I ended up thinking about my sexy, kinky little girlfriend and about what we did the last time we visited the library.”
Hermione quickly let out a sigh, surely reliving the moment as well, her face beginning to blush proof of it.
“Harry...” She tried to say sternly, but he didn't miss the way she purred his name and the flush in her cheeks. “This is no time for that.”
"It's your fault, Mione. You make me think about other women, but I only end up thinking about you, I end up thinking about your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, the way your perky breasts leap off your chest with every thrust, I think about the feel of your hot tight pussy enveloping my cock. You got me so fucking hard, love."
Harry told her before leaning into her and trapping her lips in a demanding kiss, quickly wanting to escalate things, moving his lips to her neck and one of his hands groping her breast through her shirt while the other was already working to unzip her skirt. But before he could accomplish his task, Hermione pushed him away from him.
"Wait, wait, Harry. It's not that I don't want to, but we really can't do this right now." She told him as she went back to fixing her appearance.
“What? Why?” He asked, not too happy about being turned down, Hermione never turned down his advances.
Stepping closer to him, she calmed his anger with a tender peck on his lips before explaining.
"I'd love to, you know I would. But, we can't...because we're expecting someone."
As if by magic at the same time she finished saying those words, Harry heard someone knock on the door.
“And there it is.” The chestnut said, before asking. “Would you mind getting that for me?”
Still confused, Harry stood up in a huff and headed for the door, grabbing the knob and turning it, revealing the person behind the door. Of all people, the last one he expected to see, was her. Quickly and angrily, questioning her presence.
“Cassandra, what are you doing here?”
The spoiled Slytherin princess simply rolled her eyes in annoyance at his question before brushing past him and ignoring him completely, sitting down on the couch in front of which he and Hermione were sitting. Glaring angrily at her, Harry closed the door before returning to his seat, it was only then that the blonde deigned to answer him.
“You should ask your little girlfriend that, she's the one who invited me to come here.”
“You invited her?” He asked Hermione puzzled as to why she would do that.
Looking a little regretful for not telling him, she said.
“Whether we like it or not, she's part of this and I think she should also be present and have a say in what we're going to do from now on and how we're going to deal with all of this.”
"How thoughtful. I'm thrilled that I have some say in a forced marriage." Cassandra said, even though she had a smile on her face, irony and condescension spilled out with every word she said. Leaning back on the couch, she surveyed her surroundings before commenting. “This is a very nice room; I'm surprised it survived the fire.”
“The Room of Requirement, it was created with very ancient and powerful magic, it can repair itself.” Hermione was the one who answered it, but Harry couldn't resist adding.
"Your idiot friend couldn't destroy it, just as Umbridge couldn't, you should remember that well. After all, you were one of her lackeys."
"I'm nobody's lackey, Potter. Not anymore, you should remember that." Cassandra said sternly, staring him straight in the eye.
To which he simply let out a mocking snort at her statement. But he stopped when he felt Hermione tug on his arm and whisper, “Be nice.” Harry took a deep breath and let his girlfriend lead the conversation.
“So, Cassandra, you already know why I invited you here.”
“I guess you couldn't find a way to annul the contract?” The blonde said sarcastically with her arms crossed.
“Unfortunately, no. And for my part, I don't plan on ending my relationship with Harry. So, we'll have to find a way to make this work,” Hermione said, ignoring the blonde's annoying attitude as best she could.
“I know how to make it work. It's quite simple, actually. I'll be Lady Black. In the eyes of the wizarding world, I'll be Potter's main wife. In exchange, I'll allow you to continue your relationship. You can make Granger your mistress or your second wife if you wish. And she can give you all the little heirs you want.”
Unable to remain silent upon hearing such nonsense, Harry said angrily.
“Why on earth would I agree to something like that? Why would I take you as my wife and Hermione as my mistress?”
“Well, I thought it would be pretty obvious, but if you want me to explain it so you understand. I am a pure-blood, my parents belong to two great Houses, I know the etiquette and traditions of the wizarding world. I am a much better match than... your little girlfriend.”
“All right, that's enough.” Harry said, standing up.
“Harry,” Hermione said, trying to calm him down, but he had completely lost his patience and couldn't listen to another word that came out of Cassandra Malfoy's mouth.
Standing up and moving closer to Cassandra until he was almost in her face, he barked at her.
"You really think you have any right to make demands or expect anything from us? After everything you've put us through? You're not going to get anything from me, Malfoy. Oh, and by the way, all that nonsense you said means nothing to me. I couldn't care less that you're a pureblood, or what lineage your parents are from. The only thing that matters to me is a person's character. And in case you've forgotten, your father is serving a life sentence in Azkaban for his decisions. And the only reason you're not in a cell next to him is because of your mother. So don't believe for a second that I'm going to take you as my wife over Hermione. Even if it hurts me, I'd rather let the Black family die out than have to live with you for the rest of my life."
“Harry!” This time, his girlfriend shouted his name much more alarmingly. Coming out of his stupor, he realized that in his anger he had begun to unconsciously overflow with magic.
Hermione and Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief at the same time when they saw that Harry had calmed down. Experiencing Harry's magic in its purest form was certainly an experience, as terrifying as it was amazing.
Not only did it seem as if gravity had increased in the room and the amount of oxygen had decreased, but several objects had fallen from their shelves and the walls had cracked. It was the second time Hermione had experienced this, and it was not pleasant at all. Although she also had to point out that the experience was extremely exciting for some reason she did not fully understand.
Seeing the mess he had caused, Harry stepped back and took a deep breath before saying softly, “I'm sorry.” He then quickly left, leaving only the brunette and the blonde alone in the room. Cassandra crossed her arms and looked in the direction Harry had run off in, saying,
“He's become quite temperamental, hasn't he? Although I must admit that was an impressive display of magic. I've never seen him do that before.” Surely noticing the expression on her face, she added mockingly, “Did you wet your panties, Granger?”
Regaining her composure and sealing her lips in a serious expression, Hermione said,
“I'm worried about him, he's changed.”
“Yes, he has.” Cassandra commented softly as she continued to look in the direction Harry had left before quickly turning her gaze back to Hermione and saying, “You haven't told him the real consequences of rejecting a magical contract, have you? He's a fool if he thinks the worst that can happen is that the Black family will die out. He could lose his magic.”
“I'm aware of that,” Hermione said, annoyed with herself for not revealing all the details to Harry.
“Well, then you should talk to him and convince him to accept my terms.”
“Even if I wanted to, which I don't. I could never convince him to do something he doesn't want to do, especially if it involves taking you as his wife. He just hates you that much.”
Hermione replied with a cold smile.
Cassandra, amused by the mocking response from the usually quiet bookworm, replied with a smile of her own as she crossed her legs and rested her face on her hands. Her gray eyes met the hazel ones of the Muggle-born, and with a smug smile, she said.
“So, I assume you want me to be the mistress? I would advise against it; I would hate to ruin the beautiful relationship you two seem to have. After all, everyone knows that husbands enjoy spending time in their mistress's bed much more than in their wife's. And I'm sure Potter has never had a woman like me before. It's very possible that after spending a night with me, he won't be so interested in you anymore.”
Her words were intended to hurt Potter's girlfriend's pride and undermine her confidence, but they didn't seem to have the desired effect. Instead of an expression of pain or distrust, Granger let out a loud snort before bursting into laughter. It took several seconds before the brunette could calm down enough to speak again, saying between laughs.
“You really think Harry would leave me for you? You should know by now, Cassandra, that he's not like other men. He's not going to be swayed by a pretty face or a bigger butt.”
“So, you think I'm prettier than you?” the blonde said with a triumphant smile.
“Oh, you're pretty, Cassandra. At least pretty enough to be Harry's mistress. Although, you definitely wouldn't have been my first choice. I would have preferred someone like Susan or even Daphne, but we're stuck with you now. So, we have to make the best of the situation, don't you think?”
Hermione said, managing to keep a neutral expression at all times, but Cassandra knew she was enjoying every moment of the exchange. The blonde's expression soured and she shouted at the Gryffindor.
“So that's your plan? You'd turn me into Potter's glorified mistress, whose sole purpose would be to spread her legs for him whenever he wants?”
“No, actually my plan was that we could come to an agreement and, if possible, both become his wives. I would be Lady Potter and you would be Lady Black, so we could live a quiet life. Harry certainly deserves that. But you had to come along with your haughty, pretentious attitude, thinking you could make demands and upset Harry.” Hermione explained calmly, before adding with a subtle smile. “Well, unless you talk to him and maybe be nice for once?”
“You want me to beg Potter?” Cassandra said, sounding completely outraged.
With a tired sigh, Hermione said to her.
“I'm not saying that, but it would certainly help. He usually likes it when I beg.”
“Eww, I don't want to know what you two do in the broom closet,” Cassandra said with disgust. This only encouraged Hermione to tease her further, feeling bolder than usual.
“Are you sure about that? As his mistress, it's your duty to learn how to please him. And let me tell you, Harry can be a very demanding man in the bedroom. Not just any girl could satisfy him. Oh, and by the way, we've only kissed in a broom closet. Usually, when we want to do it, we come here.”
“Now you're going to lecture me about sex, Granger? Do you really have to be a know-it-all about literally everything?”
With a mocking smile, she replied.
“I just thought a virgin like you might need a tip or two on how to take Harry's cock.”
“You think just because you spread your legs for Potter, you're better than me now, Granger?”
Cassandra said venomously, to which Hermione replied with complete honesty.
"I don't think I'm better than you because I'm not a virgin anymore, Cassandra. I think I'm better than you because I'm not a spoiled, self-centered bitch who thinks the world owes her everything because she's a ‘pure-blood’.
Everything I have, I earned myself, and that includes my wonderful boyfriend, who will be my husband someday. And you, what do you have, Cassandra? What have your beliefs brought you? Nothing, so I suggest you start changing those attitudes or you'll be alone for the rest of your life.”
“Are you seriously trying to make me submit to Potter? Do you think that will somehow fix my life? Do you really think we would make a nice, happy family? I don't need to be saved, Granger. Especially not by Potter. I don't need his help."
Cassandra said emphatically. But tired of this conversation, Hermione stood up and said one last thing before leaving.
"I don't know if this will fix your life, Cassandra. Or if we can form a happy family, but I am sure of one thing. You are stuck with us now, and I assure you that Harry will not let you ruin our happiness. Whether you like it or not, you will submit to him. Because, having been raised as a pure-blood, I am sure you know how sexist and old-fashioned the wizarding world is. And thanks to that, the Lord in question has absolute control over his wife and mistress. So, as I see it, you only have two options, Cassandra. Either you play along with us, or you submit to Harry by force."
Without saying another word, Hermione walked toward the exit, but she turned around one last time and added.
“Oh, and by the way. You're quite lucky to be trapped in a marriage contract with Harry of all wizards. You don't know how many women would want to be in your position. And honestly, I don't think you deserve it.”
Closing the door behind her, she left the blonde alone, alone with her thoughts and how her life was about to change forever.
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I'm really excited about this story, I have lots of ideas and want to bring them to life in this new universe. I hope you liked it and I'd love to hear your thoughts. See you soon with a new update. Until the
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Declan Stockwell
This was awsome
