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Magic is Might	By : Bespoke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 35485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Magic is Might
- 2-The Means of Control
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             My little fun with poor Ginny hit the spot in ways I couldn’t even imagine. There was a new spring in my step, and things which would have set me off just a day ago seemed like minor trifles, I even found it within me to be polite to Malfoy. I have sense learned that it is always like that with my conquests, the thrill of beating down another human being always puts me in a jaunty mood even in the darkest of hours.

            It was unfortunate that I did not again find an opportunity to exercise my control over the young Weasley that year. Even at that young age I was always cautious and I knew that multiple applications of the memory charm could be a mite dangerous. Ginny wasn’t exactly a genius but people might notice if I pushed it too far. I suppose there was also some undercurrent of guilt but not a great deal of it.

            In any case my third year came to a close in a manner very similar to the story which you are already familiar with from my earlier more child friendly biographies. The arrival of Sirius on the scene at that moment might have slowed my descent to the darker and more baser side of things but thanks to one Cornelius Fudge poor old Padfoot was never a real presence in my life…. I must remember to send the minister a thank you note for that as I wager that if I was a good moral little soul then I never would’ve become the man I am today.

            In any case my sexual adventures were put on indefinite hold with the arrival of summer. In my darker hours I contemplated slipping a love potion into Petunia’s tea but I thought better of it. Not out of any residual remnants of my once famed ethics but because she was an ugly horse faced bat and I found maintaining an erection in her presence impossible. I also considered a muggle girl, but the mechanics of doing that without the aid of magic were far to risky for my tastes.

            The arrival of the Weasleys although surprisingly welcome when compared with the Dursley’s did not lead to me getting lucky either. Which was a god awful shame considering that I had lapsed back into my moodiness after months without touching a woman. The burrow was likewise a pervasive hell, for one I still couldn’t use magic and so cornering Ginny again would’ve been impossible. I suppose I could’ve tried to seduce her seeing as her hero worship was still going strong but surrounded by all of her brothers I wasn’t foolish enough to take the risk.

            There were however other things to keep me entertained however, Ron for instance might have been something of an idiot but he was by some fluke one of the finest chess players I have ever encountered. There were also the long days of flying in the orchard playing our own game version of Quidditch.

            I have often been hard on the Weasley’s, and not just Ginny, but in truth although they have their faults they are a delightful group of people. Ron might be a jealous prat with the emotional range of a teaspoon but he was fun to be around in those days. Fred and George have gotten on my nerves numerous times but they’re also always good for a laugh… what Dark Lords enjoy the occasional joke to you know.

            Hermione is another one who often gets a bad rap but in truth she is truly a highly gifted witch and a delightful conversationalist. Oh she’s a bit bossy or rather was… but that’s a story for a different time.

            In any case the Quidditch World Cup was delightful. Krum is by far the greatest seeker ever to play the game although it hurts my ego to admit it. Truly a legendary performance, although it has been unfortunately sidelined by the events that took place after. Death Eaters get all the fun. What I wouldn’t have given to have raped and pillaged my way across that silly little encampment with them, but alas it was not to be. I had also had high hopes of cornering one of the veelas but Stan Shunpike of all people had beaten me to the only one I managed to sight that night. Still it was a grand old game of Quidditch.

            The rest of the summer passed much as it has been written elsewhere and although I found Mr. Weasley’s fascination with muggles worrisome, and Mrs. Weasley’s attention cloying I will admit that I still have fond memories of it. The Hogwarts Express however is where our story begins to deviate a great deal from the self-serving propaganda I put out.

Neville was listening jealously to us as we tried to explain the match to him." Gran didn't want to go," he said miserably. "Wouldn't buy tickets. It sounded amazing though."

"It was," said Ron. "Look at this, Neville. . .

He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum.

"Oh wow," said Neville enviously as Ron tipped Krum onto his pudgy hand.

"We saw him right up close, as well," said Ron. "We were in the Top Box -"

"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley."

Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him was a couple of other Slytherins that tended to follow him around for whatever reason, god knows I would’ve killed myself then be stuck in that idiots presence for more than a few minutes. One of those Slytherins caught my eye however.

How I had avoided noticing Daphne Greengrass up until that point I will never know but as she stood before me then with a sneer of contempt on her face I knew I had to have her. She had flowing platinum blond hair and beautiful green eyes, coupled with defined aristocratic cheek bones she was enough to make my mouth water… oh and she had a nice arse too… musn’t forget that.

"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy," I said coolly as I discreetly got an eyeful of Daphne’s lovely tits.

"Weasley. . . what is that?" said Malfoy, pointing at Pig’s cage wear a moldy lace cuff very obvious. Ron made to stuff the dress robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; heseized the sleeve and pulled.

"Look at this!" said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and showing

Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? Imean - they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety. . .”

"Eat dung, Malfoy!" said Ron.

The rest of the conversation continued along those intellectual lines, I mainly stayed out of it thinking it beneath me. Daphne much have had much the same opinion as she too remained silent. At some point she must have noticed the looks I was shooting her though, because when the Slytherins turned to leave she gave me in particular a sneer full of disgust.

There’s something about high and mighty women, dear reader that calls to me, I guess I just enjoy showing them there proper place in life, beneath me. And in that compartment I made a silent vow to myself I would have her.

Oh and something, something triwizard tournament… I assume you already read all my other books so you know about that stuff. Truthfully it didn’t even register in my mind at the time I was too young to compete and I didn’t see anything to gain in skirting the rules and entering illegally. Oh and Mad-Eye Moody was there too.

In any case the presence of an Auror capable of seeing through walls did unsettle me to some extent but with my invisibility cloak and the marauders map it wasn’t as big an impediment as one might think. What proved infinitely more challenging was finding an opportunity to get at Daphne, teenage girls hunt in packs you know.

My opportunity finally came one night just mere minutes from curfew, she was in a hurry to get back to common room and never even noticed me till it was too late. First a disarming charm, before she even has time to react a silencing charm and as she’s reaching for the wand which is no longer there a full body bind. Then I threw my invisbility cloak over her and levitated her to nearest abandoned classroom then throw a silencing charm on the door and bob’s your uncle… child’s play really.

I propped her frozen form up on one of the desks and admired the look of fear in her eyes as I shrugged off my outer robes. I removed the silencing charm, cause as you know its not really fun, unless you can hear them scream.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Potter!” She demanded her anger doing a good job of covering for the fear lurking beneath.

“I just wanted to play a little game Daphne dear,” I said as I held up her wand. “I’m going to put this on the table over here,” I said as I placed it in the far corner of the room. “And if you can reach it you can do whatever you like with it…”

With that I realized the full body bind and began to walk towards her. It took a second for her to react but when she did it became clear she had more fight in her then Ginny ever dreamed of. She charged straight for me, but I was prepared for that and lunged at her, she feinted right and nearly got past but I grabbed a firm hold of her and pulled her to the ground.

“Get off of me you freak!” she screamed as she clawed and kicked at me, but I was far to strong and I forced her lithe body beneath me.

Note to those of you contemplating doing this at home, remember to take your pants of before releasing the full body bind. You have no idea how hard it is to take your clothes off one handed while holding down a struggling bitch with the other. Once my dick was finally free she began to kick and scream even more, now knowing for sure what was in store for her.

With no small amount of glee I lifted her skirt up enough to see her beautiful cotton panties. She kicked and struggled as I gently pulled them down her legs but there was little she could do against my strength. She tried her best to roll over so she could scratch at me but I kept a firm hold of her.

Her ass as it was revealed to me was magnificent firm soft supple. Perfect. And her deliciously pink nether lips although dry as a bone beckoned to me. I thrust inside with the speed and urgency of a man who hadn’t gotten any for months. She let out a strangled cry as I burst through her virginity but otherwise remained silent except for moans of pain and frustration.

I thrust into her over and over enjoying the tightness of her pussy that enveloped my dick. Visiting upon her all the aggression and pent up rage which hadn’t had an outlet in months. It was her own fault I reasoned for being such a stuck up bitch. The blood that had slowly begun to coat my dick was a lovely lubricant but there something decidedly missing.

Where were the tears? The pleas for mercy? Why was her body not wracked with tremors of fear?

She noticed my hesitation and with a voice full of contempt despite the pain she must have felt she said, “are you done yet.”

Cheeky little bitch, even looking back I can’t help but muster up admiration for her sangfroid, English to the last that’s my Daphne. I rolled her over so I could look at her face, and I said to her, “what’s the matter? Have you really fucked so many guys one more doesn’t even register?”

Oh the rage behind those beautiful green eyes, even thinking of it years latter makes my dick stand at attention.

“I hope you fucking enjoy this Potter,” her voice was high and shrill but her defiance was attractive. “When I get out I will fucking kill you and chop off that pitiful, shriveled excuse for a dick.”

From that moment on I had a new mission, make that bitch suffer. Oh I assume my actions had already accomplished that, but it just isn’t the same when the tears aren’t flowing.

            I thrust into her as hard as I could and I enjoyed the wince that briefly crossed her face before she once again schooled her aristocratic features into a profound expression of disinterest. God I hated her and indeed loved her, she was profoundly different from poor Ginny. I bit her nipple and succeeded in only getting a sharp intake of breath and a small wince.

            Finally in frustration I flipped her back over on her belly and lined my raging hard on up with her ass, if she showed no reaction to that then she was truly a rock of stone. I thrust forward with all my might and she let out a scream but stifled it, and I laughed.

            “Not as stiff upper lip as all that,” she made no comment back to me as I thrust forward into the tightest cavern I have ever entered. Slowly but surely I broke through her wall and she began to moan and wall at each further intrusion I loved it.

            “Don’t lie whore I know you love it,” I proclaimed as I thrust into her tight ass it was like a magnet drawing me in it never stopped being tight and her screams never stopped being delicious. Finally with a great roar I let loose my seed into her bowels and stepped back to admire my handy work.

            There she lay her ass up in the air blood and semen dripping from both of her beautiful holes. Tears coming down her face and bruises slowly beginning to form. It was glorious, and then she turned to me and spoke.

            “You think this proves something Potter!” She spat in disgust. “I’ll tell everyone what you did here and they’ll cart you off to Azkaban where you belong you sick-,”

            As she drowned on like that an evil though popped into my head and I looked at her and said; “shut up cunt.” Then I let loose my bladder hitting her full on the face with a torrent of yellow urine.

            She tried to scramble out of the way hut couldn’t and she let cry a scream of frustration that amused me to no end. Looking down at her bruised bloody and covered in my piss I knew one thing completely, she was mine. But all fantasies come to an end I thought as I retrieved my wand and pointed it at her forehead.

            “Obliviate!” this time was different there were still the memories I was attempting to erase but there was something under them. Another layer. I dug deep and what I found was not memories but emotions and impressions acting perhaps on extinct I called up the emotions dedicated to me. Revulsion, disgust, fear, hate, all of them. And then I erased them, redirected them to other peoples and persons and in their place I put a worshipful like devotion. Then I pulled out of her mind.

            “Daphne?” I asked as I studied her.

            “I-I,” her mouth moved but no words came out, she blushed deeply and looked at the floor in confusion. “I’m sorry for what I said,” she finally said. “I can’t imagine why I would’ve been so angry, I deserved it. What you did. I must have.”

            Her voice was so sincere and yet deliciously confused. And that ladies and gentleman is how I created my first and most successful spell. That is how spells are created you see, a wizard does something no one else thought to do finds something no one had even bothered to look for. And History is made.
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