"Did you hear about Harry Potter? He was able to throw off Moody's Imperius Curse…the Mad-Eye Moody!"
That was the talk around the Slytherin house that day. Lyra Malfoy just had to roll her eyes. The daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had heard all about how perfect Potter managed to effortlessly throw off Moody's Imperius Curse. She had barely seen her fellow Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, alongside Pansy Parkinson and Tracey Davis tagging along for her.
"Well, Potter's full of surprises, isn't he?" Daphne asked.
"He's full of something, alright," Lyra said dryly.
"Well, he's done something that your father hasn't done, and that's successfully throw off the Imperius Curse," Daphne said, with a knowing smile.
Lyra just looked gobsmacked.
"Well, he has," Pansy said. "Even you have to admit it. All of those pillars of pureblood society that were put under the Imperius…your father…my father….Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, MacNair, Yaxley…the list goes on and on….Potter's got them beat as a fourth year."
"He got lucky," Lyra said.
This bothered Lyra that Potter could be so strong he could throw off the Imperius Curse just like that.
"Just like he managed to catch the Snitch despite having a broken arm and it being on top of your pretty little head?" Tracey asked.
"That was a fluke!" Lyra snapped, her cheeks growing pink.
"And he beat you to the Snitch last year as well."
"The sun was in my eyes," Lyra protested. "I can't believe someone like Potter could throw that curse off."
"Granger couldn't," Pansy said, sounding smug about it.
Lyra felt a bit more pleased that Granger folded like a cheap table underneath the Imperius Curse. But, still she was put under it and humiliated by Moody. Nothing that could be considered to be illegal, or inappropriate, but still humiliating for a pureblood heiress. Moody had it out for the children of people who avoided Azkaban on account of being underneath the Imperius Curse.
"No one but Potter," Daphne said. "You know, I think he's stronger than your father. I wonder what it would take for you to start calling him Daddy."
Lyra just almost fell over in shock.
"What?" Lyra asked.
"I hear what she moans in her sleep," Pansy said.
"Absolutely…not," Lyra said. "My will is stronger than Potter's…"
'Well ask him to put you under the Imperius Curse and see if you can throw it off," Daphne said. "Legally, you can. A Pureblood heiress or heir can seek training on Imperius Curse resistance underneath Part Four Article Two, Subsection Nine of the Rights of Magicals."
Lyra just blinked.
"Granger's not the only one who knows how to open a book," Daphne said. "Unless you're scared that Potter would make you look weak."
"I'm not scared," Lyra said.
"I bet you ten galleons that you can't throw off Potter's Imperius in a month," Daphne said.
Lyra just chortled.
"Ten Galleons?" Lyra asked. "Are we Weasleys? Make it a hundred galleons and make it two weeks."
"Are you serious?" Daphne asked. "You really think you can break Potter's hold over you in two weeks?"
"Yes," Lyra said. "And when I win, you will become my personal maid for the next year."
"I'll buy the outfit,' Pansy said.
"Fine, but when Potter humiliates you, you're going to be my personal maid for the next year," Daphne said. "So, do we have a deal?"
"Yes," Lyra said. "But, how to get Potter to agree?"
"Oh, please, hero boy won't pass up a chance to save some damsel in distress even if it's you," Pansy said. "He saved the littlest Weasley and fought a Basilisk over it. Just spin him some story and appeal to his better nature."
Lyra pondered what she had to do. She had an idea.
Harry Potter made his way to the Great Hall after dropping his bag off in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron and Hermione were supposed to meet them there.
"Potter!"
Lyra Malfoy had called for him. Harry turned around. While she matured physically over the last few months, she was still the same spoiled and entitled brat she had ever been.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked tensely.
"I heard you threw off Moody's curse," Lyra said.
"So what about it?" Harry asked.
"As you know, my father was put underneath the Imperius Curse by the Dark Lord…"
Harry literally cracked up. Lyra actually did believe her awful father was a victim. That was almost too funny.
"And…I realized that…if he could get put under that Curse, I could get put underneath that Curse," Lyra said. "And…when Moody put me under, I felt so helpless. I couldn't fight it at all. You…don't understand. I wasn't in control. And if someone in Slytherin does it to me…they can force me to do anything. You need to help me, Potter."
Harry actually thought that Lyra was being serious. Were those tears? Real tears? The arrogant rich heiress actually felt vulnerable for a moment.
"I know you must hate me, you must think I'm a real bitch," Lyra said. "But…the truth is…it's never you, Potter…it's more the company you keep."
And there it was.
"Sorry," she murmured.
Harry wondered if Hell got a chill. Lyra Malfoy actually apologized.
"It's just, I don't want to be a toy for some disgusting piece of shit," Lyra said. "And if word gets out that Lucius Malfoy's daughter is just as vulnerable to the Imperius Curse…I'm really afraid what they would do to me."
Lyra leaned in and looked Harry dead in the eye.
"Believe me, Potter, I'm going to have to trust you….trust you can put me under this Imperius Curse," Lyra said. "Teach me how to fight it off…throw it off."
"That's illegal," Harry said.
"There are exceptions," Lyra told him. "A Pureblood heiress or heir can seek training on Imperius Curse resistance underneath Part Four Article Two, Subsection Nine of the Rights of Magicals."
Harry blinked.
"Potter…Granger's not the only one who knows how to read a book," Lyra said. "You threw off an Imperius Curse put on you by Mad-Eye Moody. The Mad-Eye Moody…that makes you the best person to teach me….don't….please don't let me be scared again."
Lyra leaned over and put her hand on Harry's. He did not pull away.
"Please, Harry, it would mean so much to me," Lyra said. "I can…get you a date with Cho Chang….if you help me."
"What?" Harry asked.
"You heard me, Potter, I can…I can arrange for Cho Chang to be yours," Lyra said. "I can see you staring at her. She's quite stunning…almost as stunning as me."
And there was the Malfoy modesty Harry knew and expected. Although he did wonder what Lyra meant when she said she could "arrange Cho Chang to be yours."
"I will draw up a magically binding contract which we can both sign….to say that I agreed to this…and I will not get you into trouble for putting me underneath the Imperius," Lyra said.
"How soon?" Harry asked.
"I'll send the owl off and our family lawyer, Andrea Brocklehurst, will have it back to me by morning," Lyra said. "You have History of Magic….Binns won't notice if a dragon rampaged through his classroom."
That much was true. Although what were the chances of a dragon being at Hogwarts? Other than the one time a dragon was at Hogwarts. But that was a fluke.
"And think of the most degrading thing possible, Potter," Lyra said. "I want the proper motivation."
The contract as promised had been signed, sealed and delivered and Lyra and Harry ended up in an unused classroom. Harry brought a bag with him. And Lyra brought the contract.
Harry looked it over, carefully. He wondered what he was getting into, but he felt the contract was on board. If he did learn one valuable lesson from Uncle Vernon, it was to read everything over carefully before signing it.
"Congratulations, I'm now your bitch, Potter…unless I can throw off the curse," Lyra said. "How did you do it?"
Harry pondered for a second.
"Moody told me to jump on the desk, I thought it was stupid, and I fought it…although it took a couple of times before I just shrugged it off in a second," Harry said.
"Well, let's start with that, Potter," Lyra said. "The curse…please."
Harry decided to brace himself. He had no idea whether or not he can do it. He managed to put himself in the mindset of how satisfying it would be to put that spoiled brat under his control.
"Imperio."
The obvious sign of a person being put underneath the Imperius Curse.
"Tell me who is in control, Lyra," Harry said.
There was a scant second that Lyra made an attempt to fight it.
"You…you're in control," Lyra murmured.
"Tell me your father is a miserable piece of shit," Harry said.
There was a tiny amount of hesitation although surprisingly not too much.
"My father is a miserable piece of shit," Lyra said.
"And Arthur Weasley would beat Lucius Malfoy."
Lyra just tried to struggle against the implication that a Weasley could better a Malfoy in any way, but the moment she met Potter's stunning green eyes, she could not resist.
If Lyra had been doused by a truth serum, she would always say they were beautiful,
"Arthur Weasley would beat my father…he's the better man."
"Yes," Harry replied to her. "How does it make you feel that I can make you do anything I ask?"
"Scared," Lyra murmured. "But, excited…because you really could…make me do anything…and…."
"Do you really want me to fight me?" Harry asked.
"I have to fight you," Lyra said.
"But, do you want to fight me?" Harry asked.
"I…it depends…on…what I'm fighting," Lyra murmured.
"Why do you feel like you have to fight me?" Harry asked.
Lyra just tried to stop herself from spilling the beans.
"Tell me, Lyra!"
"I bet Greengrass a thousand galleons that I could throw off the Imperius Curse in two weeks," Lyra managed. "And the loser would have be the winner's maid for the next year."
"Interesting," Harry said. "Take off your robes."
And this was the order that Lyra complied with the fastest, so far. It seemed like the moment she met Harry's eyes, any desire to fight had just died. Lyra stood before him, dressed in a tight white blouse which stretched over her ample bosom, a plaid skirt, white stockings which covered her amazing legs. With her blonde hair, pouty lips, elegant cheekbones, and beautiful flawless skin, Lyra Malfoy was a sight to behold.
Harry looked at her body appraisingly. Lyra inhaled and exhaled which drew attention to her chest. Harry's eyes continued to take in every inch of her body.
This made her feel like one of those Knockturn Alley display girls. But if it was Potter, Lyra was not as bad. Someone like Zacharias Smith, for instance, she would be completely repulsed by.
"How does that make you feel?" Harry asked. "Me looking at your body."
"Excited," Lyra murmured. "I should hate it…but I….if you're looking at me…and not Granger…that's promising."
Harry noticed Lyra's nipples poking out from the other side of her top.
"Hermione and I are not like that," Harry said.
"Her loss," Lyra murmured. "Your gain."
Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. But not just any box. This was an adventure pack, where some of the more exotic and disgusting flavors existed.
"Eat the beans," Harry said. "No matter how disgusting you find them…don't spit them out."
The stench of some of the beans almost overpowered Lyra.
"I hate these things," Lyra whined.
"Eat them."
Lyra opened the box and did. With each flavor, there was trepidation. She just groaned.
"Oooh, this tastes like something that Goyle would have growing on his foot," Lyra gasped.
"Eat it," Harry told her.
Lyra stomached her way through the beans, every disgusting and putrid beans.
"You can't help but be weak just like your father," Harry taunted her. "And he was knocked on his arse by a house elf…speaking of which….I want you to sign up for Hermione's spew thing…."
"Don't you mean S-P-E-W?" Lyra asked, unable to resist poking fun at Granger.
"Yes, that," Harry said. "I want you to convince other Slytherins to wear the badges…by any means necessary…and would you like to make a pledge as well to the cause…three hundred galleons should be sufficient. It's not like you don't have the gold…and I hope that Daphne could find a maid's outfit that would suit you."
Lyra pledged her gold to Granger's mad house elf rights crusade, while agreeing to join herself. And get other Slytherins to join.
"Your father kneeled before a half blood," Harry taunted. "I wonder if you're pathetic enough to do the same."
"A Malfoy kneels before no one," Lyra said.
"On your knees, Malfoy."
Lyra dropped to her knees before Harry.
"Worship me like your father would Voldemort."
Lyra crawled over and kissed Harry's robes.
"You know what I can make you do," Harry said. "Are you going to fight it?"
Lyra just moaned when he was this close to her.
"What do you want to do now?"
"I want to suck your cock," Lyra said. "I want to put it in my mouth…I want to worship you…please you in every way. I want to please you, Potter….I can't….I can't help it…I need your cock."
Well, this took quite the turn. One look at Lyra's lips made that proposal very tempted.
But he had to make her really want it.
"I'm not going to give it to you, Malfoy," Harry said. "Not until you earn it. I don't give my cock to weak-willed little girls who can't fight a simple Imperius Curse…unless you can convince me otherwise."
"I'll do anything for you," Lyra murmured. "I gave Granger money, I'm going to wear her stupid badge, what more do you want?"
Harry leaned in. Lyra's lips puckered, in anticipation, but Harry pulled back.
"I'm not going to kiss a girl who willingly eats toe fungus," Harry told her.
"You told me to," Lyra protested.
"You could have fought it, but you didn't," Harry said. "I think you like being told what to do…so we're going to stop for tonight. I don't want you to touch yourself…if you get any pleasure…it's going to be me…and you will be punished if I find out you disobeyed me. You'll get nothing unless you earn it."
"What can I do to earn it?" Lyra asked.
Good question. Harry would have mull that over.
"I'll tell you, when I figured it out," Harry said. "And now…wake up."
Lyra jolted awake and the taste of every awful bean that Potter made her eat, it hit her at once. She could not rush off to the girl's toilet quick enough.
Harry sniffed one of the beans.
"Goyle flavored beans, what the actual fuck, Bertie Botts?" Harry asked.
The Polyjuice Potion was bad enough.