Lucifer, and Daphne's Boggart situation had traveled quickly throughout school, as did the story of its demise. Everyone started assuming If he was long lost heir of Merlin or something.
Some people dramatized it to be grander than it actually was, but the end of the story was always the same; Professor Lupin's Boggart was destroyed by smithereens.
Hermione noticed that a lot of girls stared at him now, and she didn't like it one bit. It only increased her stress more, always looking out for potential targets who either wanted to kiss him, or almost removing his clothes from the lustful gazes.
She was playing his bodyguard almost everywhere, specifically when he used the loo, going along with him and just squatting outside the door, reading her 'Arithmancy' book.
Sensing the enemy's, her face turned upwards glaring at those bimbos wandering and curious looks.
Word of what had happened in Lupin's class had so quickly spread through the entire castle, it made her frown deeper in disbelief, rumours of strange woman, and how the sudden magical quake had followed right after must be Lucifer's doing.
Students from other houses brushed it off as mere gossip, but in the Ravenclaw Tower, after starting excitement faded, the little eagles began to sense something amiss, things took a 'different turn!'
"Wait a second," Iris Stellamaris girl gasped suddenly, "Doesn't that sound exactly like Rowena Ravenclaw?"
"You're kidding," A skeptical Hufflepuff girl asked who'd brought the rumor, "Why would Greengrass be afraid of one of the Founders, especially 'your Founder?"
The Ravenclaw girl nodded firmly, "If your description was accurate, then yes, I'm certain. We have her statue in our common room, it's the same robe, same crown, everything. I didn't realize it at first, but it has to be her!"
As soon as she said it, more RavenClaws began connecting the dots, and within hours, rumor spread across the school like Fiendfyre itself.
Daphne, however of course, couldn't care less, after brushing off Lucifer's curiosity and Hermione's frown, she recounted the whole thing to Astoria, who stiffened a bit, and quickly went to whisper in Luna's ears, as if it were some kind of joke.
"Seems I've wronged you," Luna said lightly, after her classes ended for the day, she came to find the trio doing homework in the Courtyard, "Didn't mean to scare you." Her serene smile didn't fool Lucifer; he could practically feel her amusement.
The girls were used to it by now, Luna Lovegood' was not a noble girl as Ginny portrayed her to be, she had a streak of darkness a mile wide.
Suddenly, as if seeing the second year RavenClaw, Daphne's brain clicked, she remembered hearing her sister talking with Luna in 'Slytherin' Common room', how it would be great to have been taught by the founder Rowena RavenClaw herself, giving them loads of magical papers, the sternest, most cleverest witch to ever exist in the Wizarding world.
It probably somehow left a gloomy shadow over Daphne's heart.
"....."
"....That surge of magic that destroyed the Boggart, was that your doing, Luna?"
The Ravenclaw girl shook her head dreamily, and even gave Lucifer a bad look, whose relaxed body lined up straight, "No, that was the castle's defense mechanism. A Boggart trying to manifest her resemblance triggers an automatic response. It would have happened for any of the Founders, not just her."
"So if it had been somewhere else..."
Daphne muttered under her breath.
Luna smiled faintly, giving the upper year girl a motherly expression, like talking to a baby bird, "It might have succeeded."
Lucifer let out a low whistle, "A castle built by four legendary wizards... if it were a weapon, I can't imagine how powerful it'd be."
Twitching her wand, the Ravenclaw gave this boy another dirty gaze, even worse than before somehow, "You can't have everything, the castle is meant to protect the students, to give them a safe place to live and learn. She also wanted it to endure, to sustain itself. So, Rowena RavenClaw 'focused' on designing it to absorb ambient magical energy from young wizards, to make it self-sufficient. Naturally, other aspects were... 'less refined."
"And, might I ask how do you know this? You sound like you knew it directly from her?" Hermione gave her a suspicious eyeroll, already finding this conversation out of spiral logic, her brain could understand, she was probably going to get another headache after talking with Luna.
"Of course, we talked."
".....Fair enough," Lucifer nodded, coming between two angry girls, or rather protecting Hermione who seemed to be trembling like mad, and ready her barrage of lecture about dead people, "I always wondered, where's the castle's core? At first I thought it might be the Room of Requirement..."
"Oh, the bedroom." The Ravenclaw's eyes twinkled with mystery, Luna nodded to Lucifer for the first time, her expression relaxing, "A core? Why must a thing like this have one? A core only gives your creation a 'fatal' weakness. But if you must call something the 'core'... then it's the very idea of the castle itself. As long as people believe in Hogwarts, believe it's a school, a place of safety and magic, then the core will always exist."
Luna Lovegood' was the perfect example of a genius who loved to speak in riddles. Always saying half and hinting at the rest, forcing Lucifer to piece things together himself.
'See, that's why people bully her.'
Hermione turned her entire head to stare at her boyfriend which ruffled the mane of bushy curls into Daphne's blue eyes, who silently put them away with her fingers, glaring as she did.
Now, he understood why other RavenClaw girls had ended up resenting her so much. 'Who on earth wants a housemate to turn every conversation into a quiz?'
Still, her words had hit their mark.
Something clicked inside him, realized he'd been thinking too narrowly. Magic in Wizarding world wasn't built like a machine, it wasn't precise engineering, but rather the embodiment of thought and will.
If that was true, then of course you could hide your deepest secrets inside an abstract idea. It reminded him of the true name magic, power rooted not in structure, but in 'belief.' That single insight shattered a barrier in his mind, and Lucifer's understanding of magic deepened once more.
"Come to think of Dumbledore also said something similar in Hagrid's hut last year, 'Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it,'?"
Of course, understanding was one thing. Mastery required study, discipline, and a 'foundation' of knowledge.
Hermione was producing a dark aura that conveyed she wanted to do with him and wanting anywhere be, but now here, however the girl didn't leave at all, instead buried in books.
xxxxxx
~Flashback last year~
Leaving the Dueling stage, Professor McGonagall looked grim, none of the joy she had shown during Ginny's three straight wins, or Hermione's four, the results did not 'flatter' Gryffindor, upper years lost more than they won against Slytherin'.
To be precise, only 'Susan Bones,' and 'Cedric' of Hufflepuff took victory. Every other bout above 'fourth year' was a loss, when did Slytherin' get this good at dueling?
All three Heads of Houses felt their hearts sink. Some even wondered if Dumbledore had 'foreseen' this and vanished in advance.
Snape's voice was happily cold, "This is not an ordinary gap, we need heavy measures. Dumbledore's string of second rate 'Defense' hires got us here. We have one year before Tri-wizard, or may luck be rotten, possible Dueling tournament between schools next year itself, we must act."
"Severus, you know how hard it is to find a qualified professor," McGonagall said, first speaking for Dumbledore, then nodding, "But you are right, we cannot go on like this. This is not a burden for the 'Defense' post alone...Colleagues, Miss Granger made a suggestion to me earlier..."
She took the chance to outline exam reform. Snape lowered his head, a peculiar look in his eyes. Hermione Granger related to studies... harming others and not helping herself? What was she after? With monthly quizzes and a big test each term, the sky would 'fall' on students' heads. Not his concern, he was not a student.
"I think it is a good plan," Snape said crisply, "These brats have too much free time. Their minds are never on the right things, but there is a hole."
"What hole?" McGonagall asked at once. Changing the studies of near a thousand students required care.
"The 'first' monthly exam is far too late." Snape folded his arms and smirked, "To keep their sense of urgency, I propose a placement test in the 'first' week of term, to see whose brains turned into troll brains over the holidays. It will also help professors target instruction."
Flitwick and Sprout exchanged a complex look. Slytherin indeed, Students and Head alike, all ruthless.
"You disagree?" Snape met their stares without blinking, "No matter. I will implement it in Slytherin regardless. In the end, it will be my House that carries the school's honor."
That hit below the belt. So Slytherin were heroes and the rest cowards?
"I have no objection. Minerva, I am off to write papers," Sprout said tightly, and left first.
Then Flitwick.
McGonagall sighed heavily, then removed her glasses to wipe the imaginary dirt, "Severus, I understand. But mind your tone in future, we all want what is best for the students and the school."
Snape gave a noncommittal nod, and they parted.
xxxxxxx
~Flashback to last year~
Professor McGonagall suddenly wondered if she had misheard English altogether. If her ears weren't deceiving her, Morningstar had just said... he had 'invented' a potion and wanted to publish the corresponding paper in 'Transfiguration' Today?
"...I see." McGonagall recovered quickly, though her tone was uncertain, "You haven't spoken to Professor Snape? He'll be in the Great Hall shortly. You could see him then."
"...Eh?" Now it was Lucifer's turn to be confused, "Professor Snape is an editor for Transfiguration Today?"
"..."
Right, that was her mistake.
"Mr. Morningstar," She said delicately, "I believe you'd have more success submitting to 'Brewing Glory', not 'Transfiguration Today'. Of course, if you had insights into transfiguration, I would be glad to help."
Lucifer grinned.
"Professor, the potion I invented may be a potion, yes--but it's designed specifically to aid in Transfiguration training. So naturally, I came to you."
McGonagall's interest sharpened immediately, "A potion that aids Transfiguration?"
She had intended to press further, but realized they were still standing in the corridor. She opened her office door, gestured him inside, and conjured a cup of steaming lemon tea and a silver tray bearing small cakes.
"Thank you, Professor. Please, take a look at my paper."
Lucifer handed her a thick stack of parchment, then lifted the tea cup with casual ease.
Curiosity tinged with skepticism, McGonagall began to read. The opening was heavy with advanced potions theory, enough to make her eyes blur. She had never cared much for 'Potions' after graduation. But as she turned the pages, the subject shifted into her own domain, and her expression grew grave, then intrigued.
Lucifer had named his invention the 'Imagine Fantasy's Draught.' Its effect was to strengthen the power of imagination. Ordinarily, when one visualized something, the mental image was hazy, an indistinct sketch hidden behind fog.
With concentration, details could be sharpened slightly, but always with that stubborn veil of vagueness. After drinking this potion, however, image became sharper, crisper, almost tangible.
For 'Transfiguration', this was critical.
The clearer one's internal image of the intended form, higher the success rate and more precise transformation, it could even be used in battles, Auror's equipped with it.
No wonder Morningstar insisted this belonged in "Transfiguration Today."
"Mr. Morningstar," McGonagall asked after carefully reading the paper, "do you have a 'finished' sample?"
"I do, three bottles." Lucifer produced three crystal vials filled with silver-gray liquid, "I've already tested it with Hermione and Daphne, both have reported excellent results...."
McGonagall nodded knowingly, "Indeed, I have noticed... Granger and Greengrass improving rapidly these past weeks." Still, she lifted one of the vials herself, "I'll need to test it personally to be sure."
"Of course."
She didn't hesitate, poison never crossed her mind. Not from Lucifer, a student held in high regard by nearly every professor. Even if it had been 'Gryffindor's most troublesome rival', McGonagall would not have suspected poison.
Let alone her own cub, the potion's effects struck swiftly.
Her vision blurred, not from her eyes, but as if two worlds overlapped before her. She struggled for several minutes to stabilize her thoughts, 'forcing' herself not to imagine anything nonsensical. At once she understood, this Draught truly enhanced the clarity of imagined constructs. With a flick of her wand, the quill on her desk warped instantly into a mouse, which darted about the office in panic.
Such a simple feat was beneath her skill, but she knew exactly what it meant for students: a significant increase in accuracy and stability.
"Mr. Morningstar, how long does it last?"
"Balancing cost and ingredients, about one hour per vial is optimal."
Lucifer replied smoothly.
"One hour?" McGonagall's eyes lit up, that was perfect, roughly the length of a class. In double sessions, subtracting lecture time, students would still have nearly an hour of enhanced practice.
She flipped back to the potion's recipe, most of the ingredients were common. The rarest were 'Murtlap tentacle juice' and powdered skin of the 'African Tree Serpent,' though the latter required only a pinch, about two grams. Overall cost was reasonable. A student hitting a wall in 'Transfiguration' could afford to try a bottle.
McGonagall's heart stirred.
Transfiguration had always been Hogwarts' most difficult discipline, 'The Fantasy Draught' could not alter raw talent, but it could strip away one of the greatest hurdles. Many failed not from lack of knowledge, but 'faltering' visualization, with this potion, that stumbling block would vanish. She set the parchment down with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.
"Mr. Morningstar, you're right. 'Imagine Fantasy's Draught' belongs in Transfiguration Today. Give me some time, I'll test it with several students."
"No rush, Professor." Lucifer inclined his head, "Tomorrow I'll bring you ten more bottles. Use them freely, if the paper needs polishing, I trust you to refine it..."
McGonagall's usually stern face softened into a rare smile, "It's my duty. To think, one of my students may soon be published in 'Transfiguration Today'. I can't help but feel as proud as when Severus first rose to prominence."
Leaving her office, Lucifer's spirits soared, he was able to create drugs like substance, and have Minerva take it, that was an achievement on its own, 'Fantasy Draught,' would strike deeper. After all, Transfiguration had always held greater prestige than the study of magical fauna. That hierarchy had been centuries in the making, and no single paper could overturn it.
It was just like "hierarchy" in the film industry, those who made it look down on television staff. Those who made the second one sneered at creators of short dramas.
By contrast, 'the Fantasy Draught' could benefit vast numbers of students. It would turn dullards into ordinary students, and later into 'promising prodigies,' raising the baseline of transfiguration across the entire Wizarding world.
Just before he had left her office, Professor McGonagall had even hinted that if the potion truly performed as well as expected, a 'Merlin Medal' was inevitable.
What grade, however, remained uncertain, 'First Class' was impossible.
But if an award really did come, Lucifer was already planning to decline, better to save that glory for a future, deliberate strike at First Class.
xxxxxx
~Present timeline~
Professor McGonagall had just swept into the room, a small cart rattling behind her. The clinking of glass bottles caught everyone's attention.
The class immediately sat up straighter as dozens of potion bottles 'floated' from the cart and arranged themselves neatly on the desk.
One could always tell how serious McGonagall was based on how hard her heels clicked. And this morning, they were like 'gunfire!'
"Each of you, come get a bottle. Mr. Morningstar, not you."
She said briskly.
These were Fantasy Draughts, today was the first time the school would use them as teaching aids. The school had spent a lot of money preparing these potions for students, so giving one to Lucifer, who clearly didn't need it, would just be a waste, like asking Monet to buy "his own paintings."
And, honestly, he had grown slmewhat bored, and didn't even like it much. The effects made him feel... 'too inspired', bordering on manic.
He didn't mind, Lucifer would rather make do with his premium quality at Lux, much better than the hazy, 'floaty feeling' the potion caused anyway.
"It's beautiful."
But other students eagerly lined up to collect their bottles, marveling at the shimmering golden liquid inside. Only after McGonagall told what they were for did everyone finally get it.
"So... we can cheat at studying now?"
No one knew who said it, but it made McGonagall's face darken immediately, "I need to correct that 'misguided notion' right now. This is not cheating. At best, you could call it a shortcut, but even a shortcut requires effort on your part. There's no such thing as free rewards in this world."
She looked around the room sternly, "The school spent a 'fortune' to prepare these potions. They are not here for you to be lazy, and since you now have a faster way to learn, I have informed the board 'final' exams will be harder."
"What?!"
"They're already impossible, and now they're going to be harder?"
"Can I just skip taking it?" Someone asked weakly.
"You can," McGonagall smiled coldly, so sharp it could cut glass, "And then you can get ready to retake the class next year. Stop wasting time. Drink your potions." She said her arms crossed, students quickly obeyed, swallowing the potions.
The 'fantasy' effect hit almost instantly, amplifying every stray thought in their heads until they could no longer tell fiction from reality.
Within seconds, the classroom descended into chaos.
"What the-? Is it already final exams?!"
"Mom? What are you doing here? I swear I didn't steal that money Dad spent it on 'adult magazines!"
"Great-grandma?! Is that you? How are you even alive?!"
"Professor, why are you holding a goat in such a lewd way? No, seriously, put the goat down!"
Lucifer buried his face in his hands, "Every single time," he muttered, "They always 'forget' the side effects."
Across the room, McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose, silently questioning life choices.
"Wait--are we in my funeral? Nobody told me I was dead!"
"Merlin's beard, is that... the Dark Lord in a maid outfit?!"
"Neville, put the mandrake down. No, don't eat it!"
"Why is Malfoy tap-dancing on the table?!"
"HELP! If this is a dream, somebody wake me up before I start 'kissing Malfoy'!"
Magic really was a strange thing... it ran entirely on the power of belief. And these little wizards? Their thoughts were absolute chaos.
Lucifer heard plenty of juicy gossip just standing there, eavesdropping while they mumbled through the effects of the potion.
And somewhere in the chaos, one student sat completely still, eyes gleaming, quill scratching furiously, the golden potion amplifying his thoughts in ways no one could yet understand. Because when 'HarryPotter' dreamed, his imagination wasn't just strong.
It was dangerous.
Only in the wizarding world, Lucifer mused, could thought itself become a weapon. The mind ruled here, not logic, not reason, but sheer, unfiltered imagination. The class had descended into a carnival of madness. He'd overheard all kinds of gossip, crushes, secret rivalries, embarrassing dreams.
The Great Hall had never given him this much entertainment.
Hermione and Daphne, already seasoned with the 'Fantasy Draught,' barely felt a thing. They stayed close to Lucifer, happily spectating, "just here for the drama," as Daphne put it, equally entertained, whispering commentary like two judges at a particularly scandalous performance.
Professor McGonagall, however, looked like she'd seen enough to age her ten years as though she were seconds away from resignation.
She'd tested the potion on a few students before, but this was the first time she'd unleashed it on an entire classroom. The results were... 'educational,' to say the least.
She was forced to move from student to student, guiding their focus, snapping them out of absurd fantasies, and occasionally smacking one on the head with her wand when words failed. At one point, she even enlisted Lucifer, Hermione, and Daphne to help her stabilize the situation.
Finally, after what felt like small-scale war, chaos subsided, order was restored. The students forced themselves to focus, suppressing their wandering minds enough to follow McGonagall's instructions and start practicing magic under her supervision.
And immediately, progress was obvious, teacups turned mice scurried all over the classroom. Nearly half the class successfully completed the transfiguration exercise.
And then the "miracle" happened.
Even Neville managed to give his Teacup a mouse's head and tail, a result so shocking that McGonagall nearly cried tears of joy. For once, it felt like this year's students might not go down as the most 'hopeless batch' in Hogwarts history.
At least they were no longer, 'bottom of the barrel.' Neville's transfiguration skills had been worse than most 'first-years'... until now. 'The invention of the Fantasy Draught deserves an Order of Merlin without a doubt... but...' McGonagall cast a helpless glance at Lucifer, who had nodded off during the lesson. 'Why, oh why, was this child completely uninterested in such honors?'
Her eyes lingered on the boy, asleep at his desk, head resting on his arm, "Morningstar," she sighed, experiencing complex thoughts of her own, "Sleeping in my class, Gryffindor loses five points."
By the time he left Transfiguration class, Lucifer wore that 'five-point' deduction like a medal of honor.
Minerva McGonagall left faster than anyone at the end of class, muttering about 'finding' Sprout and Snape to ramp up the potion production, and then tracking down Dumbledore to wring the budget out of him.
xxxxxx
The gossip about the Boggart gradually faded. For young witches and wizards, it had been little more than seasoning in their daily routine.
It did not truly affect them.
What did... was the steadily increasing workload, groans and exaggerated wails echoed through the corridors. Inadvertently, the professors had helped Lucifer and Daphne by shifting everyone's attention elsewhere.
Hermione on the other hand started to loathe 'Divination,' and Trelawney never passed up the opportunity to use the Boggart incident as proof of her prediction. She wanted to give it up right then, but Lucifer said it didn't bother him that much, so she stayed in class for him, but only for 'him.'
To her surprised, Hannah Abbott had lost the temper, and she scolded Professor Sybil loudly declaring, she herself was not there, so had no right to badmouth him, if not for Lucifer half the class's eyeballs would have been lodged with wooden planks.
The 'kind' Hufflepuff's girl tantrum lasted for quite a few minutes, she was thoroughly not impressed by how Divination class was going, and talked about Susan using WhatsApp to pass over a few praises to the board.
That shut Trelawney up, at 'finally' being sacked for bad reputation itself.
.......
But soon after, another rumor made the bushy haired girl privately seethe with madness.
No one knew how the students 'found' out, but somehow entire school heard that Lucifer was the one who "calmed down" Hannah Abbott, and that the two of them had stayed in an empty classroom together for two hours.
And so... a dozen different versions of story started spreading through the castle. Some even wondered if Hannah would be pregnant. Lucifer was speechless when he heard that nonsense, he already knew Hogwarts gossip was ridiculous, 'full' of bored teenagers with nothing better to do than invent drama.
Just the stories about Malfoy and Potter, he'd heard at least eight versions. But he never thought the gossip mill would turn on him one day. Seriously, do these people have nothing better to do?
Totally Trelawney's fault for even making cutesy Hufflepuff girls' shout in outrage, as if they had been personally harmed. Lucifer wished the Professors would start 'piling' up even more homework, so they wouldn't have time to gossip about him.
Good thing Daphne or worse Hermione didn't buy into it, or that would've been another headache.
"I am going to have a talk with Hannah." Shit, he spoke too soon.
.......
"Bones is so strong..." Daphne stared, dazed at the battlefield, as a single spell cleaved Hermione's 'Protego' and forced her into a messy roll away in a panic.
Measured against Daphne's own first year, even her current level... would not beat Hermione, she directly ignored Susan Bones.
She could not help it. She was not a fighter, always a half beat slow on the draw. Daphne did not mind, though. Lucifer said her kind of slowness was endearing, very cute. If he liked it, that was enough.
"Wait," Daphne whipped her head around and eyed the boy who was sweating cold suspiciously, "You did not feed her 'Strengthening Draughts, did you?"
"I really did not." Lucifer shook his head, "I did give Susan a few pointers. The Reducto spell she used earlier in duel is one I taught her, but I did not give her body enhancers, her talent is genuinely good."
And how good was that talent? By Lucifer's own measure, Susan's growing potential was about on par with Burke from back then, and that was saying something.
But what impressed him even more was her mindset, watching Susan grow 'fiercer' and more confident as the duel went on, her energy completely overwhelming Hermione, Lucifer couldn't help but admire her.
Talent and mentality together decided on a wizard's ceiling, and with the right training, Susan could become a formidable Auror, let alone leading 'the Department of Magical Law Enforcement', in the future.
Though before training her strength, he'd have to train her temperament first. The girl was far too spirited, nothing like obedient little Daphne and Astoria.
"Oh." Daphne gave a glum little sound, it was not Lucifer helping Bones that bothered her. It was the sudden sense that she was... 'useless.' She too had received a lot of his guidance and potions, yet seemed the weakest. Hmm? When she glanced past Lucifer to Astoria sitting on his other side, the younger girl was already snickering impishly.
"Sister," Astoria rolled her eyes, "have you fallen so far you are comparing yourself to me?" As sisters, she knew exactly what her unreliable elder sister was thinking, those silly eyes meant and could only sigh.
"Hehe, don't mind me, I only think it in secret. I will not tell you."
That earned a laugh from both Lucifer and Astoria, who reached over, ruffling the younger girl's hair and murmured, "Don't worry, who knows, maybe one day you will surpass her."
Astoria giggled sweetly and shook her head. She did not crave power, as long as she could live safely, peacefully and stay by Lucifer and her sister, she was content.
.....
On the platform the duel had reached its boiling point and was sliding toward the end.
The long, exhausting 'fight' had pushed both girls to their limits. It wasn't about magical reserves anymore, but pure mental endurance. The longer they fought, the more their focus slipped, and their spells began to be weakened.
The storm cloud had broken, Susan Bones's left forearm had taken a hit, pain burst so sharply, it twisted her expression with pain.
Across from her, Hermione, panting, grinning the smug smile of a winner, and that only stoked Susan's ferocity!' Fueled by sheer will, she unleashed her sharpest strike.
"Reducto!"
"Expelliarmus!" Hermione snapped back, and to her horror, when the two spells crashed, hers ricocheted away without resistance while the Huffepuff girl's kept roaring on.
The scarlet bolt was on her in a blink, there was no room to dodge, she flinched and squeezed her eyes shut.
'Ting!'
A clear metallic ring filled the air, the 'Blasting Curse' scraped sideways as if glancing off a shield. Hermione opened one eye and saw her boyfriend's wand raised toward her. Obviously, that Protego had come from him, "Miss Granger, this bout is yours to lose."
The bushy-haired girl stood silent for a moment, then nodded, "I lost."
Susan grinned flashing her teeth, already working hard to get a higher rank in that boy's open harem, "Lady Granger, don't come for revenge later. I am only a normal Hufflepuff, I get scared easily."
She bared her a wink, then hopped down and went straight to Lucifer, who was already meeting her. Without a word, his wand glowed green as he healed her arm.
Hannah was squealing on the enemy's side, she had half a mind to just dash over, 'make-out' with her bestfriend again.
"Well? I am amazing, right?"
"Compared to me there is still a gap, but you were very strong," Lucifer said with a smile, careful not to splash cold water. She was plainly venting on Abbott's behalf, or you can say his too in a sense, since Hermione's face had darkened a lot, and was totally out of her inhibitors. 'When a girl is that brave for you, you lift her up. Praise lifts people, and if done high enough, they touch the sky.'
"I want a reward." Susan's eyes sparkled.
Meanwhile the loser, Hermione could only get her teeth, as she watched her boyfriend and Susan leaning together and felt a rush of frustration. Was she really that bad? A mere country bumpkin girl had beaten her.
She knew Susan's true level was beneath her, this win had come from 'ferocity' and that last burst. But a loss was a loss, excuses were the refuge of the sore loser.
Hermione wrestled with shame and self doubt, her other selves below were breaking their utensils, throwing books, and other nonsense at being put down, cursing their rotten luck, and promising to teach the "Hermione" who was now in control for today, a lesson.
xxxxxxx
Midnight.
As the castle's clocks struck twelve, Lucifer moved like a shadow through the corridors. He slipped out a side door, then soared up to the sixth floor window, instead of using Igris, it was more 'thrilling' in such a way and stepped through the wall silently into his room.
Susan Bones was lounging in a rocking chair, looking thoroughly bored. The second she heard him, she sprang up and ran over, her eyes bright with anticipation.
"So," She said eagerly, "Where's my reward? I don't need anything fancy, just something as good as the 'Eye of Petrification' would do."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "That's you not being picky?" He raised his wand and gave it a lazy flick toward her.
Before Susan could even blink, suddenly, her robes shimmered and shifted. Her wizard's uniform melted away, replaced by white thigh-high stockings and a 'frilly' black-and-white maid outfit.
Her cheeks flared crimson.
"Y-you perv, W-what the hell, Lucifer!"
"I'm giving you your reward," Lucifer said matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious, "You're my little maid, aren't you? What better gift than a maid uniform?"
Susan let out a 'furious' squeak and launched herself at him. 'Reward me?
Please, he was clearly rewarding himself. Big bastard!'
The same room, but in a different position, she found herself hanging in midair. Because of what she was wearing, it 'felt' even more embarrassing than usual.
The ropes pressed against the bare skin of her thighs, and sting of it made goosebumps rise all over her body.
It hurt... but it also---Wait, what was she thinking?!
"Put me down right now!" She shouted, squirming in outrage, "I fought for your girlfriend today, and this is how you treat me? Lucifer Morningstar, 'you heartless monster!"
Lucifer watched her twist and fume and couldn't help feeling something was off. She was yelling at him, sure, but that expression... that wasn't anger, girl was enjoying this.
Absolutely.
"I thought you'd be starving after all those duels," he said, brushing off the doubt. With a tap of his fingers on the table, a full spread of steaming dishes appeared out of thin air.
He sighed theatrically, "I'd planned this as your victory feast, but it seems I'll have to eat it alone."
"'Papa! Papa! I'm hungry! I'm starving!"
The aroma of roast chicken and smoked bacon filled the air, Susan being a Hufflepuff, her stomach growled so loudly that even Lucifer smirked.
"Then beg," he said, cutting into a perfectly cooked steak, "Say please, and I'll let you down." He took a bite-juicy, flavorful, cooked just right.
Preferred his steak medium-well, pink and tender inside but without the bloodiness of medium-rare. Parra, "his" ever-efficient house-elf, always got it perfect. (Bone's family, who went to learn from Abbott)
"Beg you? Not a chance," Susan turned her head away defiantly, "I'm not getting down! I'm the hero today, you should feed me!"
Lucifer glanced at their arrangement, their positions, angle, interesting, "Fine," he said with mock solemnity, "Let's honor our champion properly."
With a flick of his wand, and the rope lengthened until Susan was hovering just above the table. Then, with an amused smirk, he began feeding her. She didn't hold back, bite after bite, girl cleaned up nearly a third of the massive 'feast!'
It simply vanished into her.
"Impressive," Lucifer said dryly, "Didn't know you could pack it away like that, so behaved at Bones Manor."
"You ate more than me!" Susan shot back, licking a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, "You eat like your life depends on it."
"I'm testing my stomach's boundaries," Lucifer said casually. He'd once experimented eons ago with his 'food' capacity, trying to magically speed up digestion.
It was basically a bottomless pit,
He actually didn't require it for sustenance or energy. However, Lucifer frequently eats, often indulging in snacks or stolen pudding and sleeps just because he enjoyed the experience and had grown accustomed to 'human-like habits.'
While a lack of sleep wouln't kill him, it could cause mental strain or psychosomatic fatigue.
His celestial metabolism processes substances 'far faster' than a human's. As a result, he drank and used drugs purely for the taste and recreational "high" rather than to stave off withdrawal or physical need.
Eventually, he let the 'future' Lady Bones down, hanging upside down wasn't great for digestion anyway.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, she gave a satisfied burp and turned to him with puppy eyes, "Teach me a few more spells? I almost lost to that stupid Granger today."
"If you keep learning, it'll turn into Dark Magic, Hermione isn't weak, and she's a year older than you, today's win was lucky." Lucifer leaned back in his chair, "That's an age and development gap, not something you fix with a couple of new spells. Unless, of course, you use dark ones."
"Then how come you can?" Susan shot back with a pout, "Daphne told me, you hadn't even been at Hogwarts for two months before you beat the Slytherin prefect."
Lucifer shrugged not explicitly saying much, "I'm lucky, gifted and blessed. Speaking of which--drink this." A small vial and a piece of parchment appeared on the table, "Follow sets on the diagram after you drink it."
Susan uncorked it without hesitation and downed it in one gulp. Almost immediately, her skin 'flushed' and warmth spread through her body.
"Better start moving," He warned with a smirk, "If you don't burn off the reaction, don't blame me when you wake up with elephant legs and a potbelly."
He wasn't serious, but the look on her face made it worth it, Lucifer valued emotion more than obedience.
Susan's performance today-fiery, determined, fearless, had pleased him more than any win could. Even if she had lost, he wouldn't have minded.
What mattered was her attitude, and so, for the 'first' time, he decided to give her something that was normally reserved only for his inner circle.
After half an hour, Susan's flush faded. She felt alert, almost hyper-focused, like she'd just woken up from the best nap of her life.
When Lucifer explained what she'd just taken, her eyes went wide. The potion didn't just enhance physical energy, it strengthened 'life essence,' compressed the time needed for growth, purified one's magic and body simultaneously. For most people, it would just make them "better." For someone talented, though, it could multiply that talent.
"Papa," Susan said softly, her eyes glistening, "you're so good to me, when I grow up, I'll give you lots of baby rascals to play Quidditch."
Lucifer pinched her cheek, "Trying to climb ranks already? Be a good little maid and don't overthink it."
She pouted, did not pretend to be otherwise.
Then he smiled faintly, "Since you've been such a good girl, how about helping me with one more thing?"
"...Does it have anything with you being naked?"
"Obviously, but a cautious reminder, it's just been inside Hermione, and quite... 'soaked' with her juices."
"That's not a big deal, I think I am perfectly ready for the challenge."
xxxxxx
Quickly pulling down his trousers and underwear with ease, allowing his modest cock to stand on end, with nuts gently bouncing underneath, Susan Bones gently pushed Lucifer down onto the cold, thankfully clean ground, before reaching underneath her skirt and pulling her lace thong to the side, causing her to shiver as cool breeze greeted her wet, sodden lips.
"S-Susan~" Lucifer moaned out, his normally black eyes also dimmed with lusty shade of red.
"Shhh~" She cooed, gnawing on her bottom lip, "Let mama ride you~"
As soon as she said that, Susan dropped down onto the boy's cock, instantly causing her body to spasm, and muscles to clench down hard, causing Lucifer to throw his head back and wriggle as pleasure 'filled' his being.
Being soul mates like they were, as soon as her 'fiance's' cock penetrated her pussy, Susan felt a violent orgasm tear through her body, causing to cry out in joy as her body sang in delight.
Automatically, Bones senses took over, it caused her internal muscles and workings to shift slightly, especially vaginal muscles to become tighter, squeezing Lucifer's cock even harder causing it to twitch violently within her.
Then, Susan could only moan as she felt her own cervix dropping even lower with every single bounce, before gasping for breath as the Gryffindor boy's cockhead 'finally' burst through the small barrier, causing it to reach the deepest parts of her body before it seemingly expanded, locking in place.
She could only shudder as she felt her hungry womb clench over cockhead that was shuddering violently. Apparently, her body wanted babies, and it wanted them… 'now!'
Suddenly, she felt the slightest tingling sensation course through her body, before groaning as warmth 'flooded' her insides.
Through squinted eyes, she could see her womb bloating outward slightly as Lucifer continued to spew his thick, warm load into her most precious place, more likely making her pregnant then and there. After a few moments, she could feel it softening within her, before it slipped out of cervix, resting within her vagina.
....With her lust clearing rapidly, Susan just realized that she had just used her womb to suck Lucifer dry, who was now already a 'father' with her Aunty's growing belly, all within the span of a few days since he entered the Manor.
Knowing that it was a lost cause as the Bones women were notoriously 'fertile', she slowly stood up, using her newfound ability to keep her pussy sealed nice and tight to prevent any spillage of seed, before looking down at deep sleep Lucifer down below.
She sucked a lot of his energy today. Grinning softly, and mentally promised to always be there for him, and allow to vent some possible frustrations out on her when he awoke, before leaving letting him take a nice, comfortable rest to recover as she made her way to the Hufflepuff dorms to use WhatsApp to let Amelia… know of what just 'happened.'
Poking her head out from behind a pillar, Hannah Abbott' eyes widened as she saw an unconscious, naked Lucifer near the dining table, with her best friend Susan walking out, looking very satisfied and cradling a 'semi-bulging' belly. Her breath was caught in her throat, and all the noise around disappeared.
Thick and meaty, Hannah's mouth began to water to taste it again. Her eyes studied thick, protruding tube underneath, which carried his dense, potent cum from his heavy swollen balls all the way to prominent, spongy tip. She studied every inch of smooth skin, all the way to how Susan's juices were smeared all over it, burning it to her memory.
....Her eyes went to that bulbous sack, those big nuts swollen with cum that was bursting to get out.
"...'Merlin!" Hannah gasped and instantly palmed her mouth, fearing she'd be discovered. With her heart thumping in her chest, she slowly made her way towards the empty wall, she already had permission.
The girl was only to see what Susan was upto leaving her bed, not only did she have a huge crush on Lucifer, and rather unashamedly, a massive on this 'red-haired roommate' as well.
....Her personality was just such a contrast to hers, that she couldn't help but feel drawn. Perhaps this will give her the perfect option to join in on the fun tonight, and Cynthia Abbott had already signed her to marry Lucifer.
Even if she couldn't take up the 'Morningstar' name, as that will probably be taken by Granger.
Taking a deep breath, Hannah knew that as soon as she stepped into that broom closet with Lucifer inside… she wouldn't be tossing and turning in bed tonight for his body. She'll also be leaving as a newly 'impregnated woman!'
Tittering softly, Hannah looked left and right, just to make sure, before quickly hopping into this private bedroom and softly closing muttered it to close the door behind her.
Licking her lips as she saw Lucifer's now semi-flaccid cock, couldn't help but squeal softly, the Abbott girl quickly pulled down her skirt, and her cotton panties to her ankles, revealing neatly trimmed snatch, before placing her knees on either side of the boy's hips.
She momentarily gazed at his toned frame, before shaking her head. Reaching down and gripping the semi-flaccid cock, she pointed it upwards, and used her hand as a guiding point to lower herself down onto it.
It took a 'few' moments, but soon enough Lucifer's cockhead gently pushed through her vaginal lips, causing her to squeal softly as pleasured-pain that shot through her body caused her nipples to harden beneath her bra, and tingles of pleasure shot up and down her spine as her vagina was speared, streched even worse than previous nights.
"Mmm~" Moaning cutely, Hannah resisted the urge to stuff a finger or two into her mouth to prevent the little noises escaping her.
Instead, she reached down and held onto Lucifer's toned body, before pushing herself down even further on his length, before slowly shifting her body side-to-side, gently grinding herself around to coax out as much pleasure as she could.
However, for Lucifer's unconscious sleepy growing body, he simply wasn't used to this type of severe stimulation. His length twitched, spasmed, and his shrunken balls than what they were when Susan rode him, clenched and before throbbing slightly as he orgasmed a much more pained into Hannah's eager twat.
Instinctively, she moaned softly as one hand left Lucifer's body, and went straight to above her uterus, where she felt the warmth of 'his cum' underneath her finger tips.
Feeling Lucifer's cum in her precious spot… knowing that she took a few… fertility boosters throughout the week in hopes to get the boy's attention… it caused her muscles to clench, before she squealed a songful cry as her body experienced the second biggest orgasm of her young life to date.
In fact, she orgasmed so hard that she nearly toppled over herself. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Hannah felt Lucifer's length become flaccid again.
....Pouting softly knowing her fun was already over, she shakily stood up, trying not to stumble on top of him, unless… he was somehow into trampling? Before reaching down shakily pulling her cotton panties up her legs, and pulling them as close to crotch as possible, causing some of the material to squish between her vaginal lips, and leaving a very clear outline of them for all to see.
With a makeshift plug keeping her prize inside, she then turned herself around, before planting her panty-clad bottom on top of Lucifer's mouth, keeping his nose free to breath in air---before leaning down and taking his 'flaccid' cock into her mouth as she started to suckle on it like a lollipop.
Hannah didn't know how long she had been sucking on for. All she knew was the fact that she was enjoying it immensely, although, most of her focus was indeed on her imagination going absolutely crazy, just trying to imagine what was happening inside of her womb right now, with Lucifer's sperm trying to find its way towards her unprotected, 'fertile eggs.'
In fact, she was starting to wonder what her children would look like… will they look like her? Or would they mostly take after Lucifer's beautiful features? Or would they be a cute mix of both? And, she wondered how her mother Cynthia would take suddenly being a Grandmother…
However, all of her thoughts were suddenly broken when she felt it throb in her mouth, along with a pained, muffled groan coming from Lucifer's mouth that caused her to giggle slightly.
Hannah suddenly felt watery liquid drip onto her tongue before dying off just as quickly, causing her to pout slightly as she swallowed the terribly small load.
'Phooey…'
Letting the organ spill free from her lips, she stood up on her feet, shakily, momentarily stumbling from displacement, before placing a hand on her slightly distended belly, and she looked down with a fond smile on the unconscious Lucifer below her.
She momentarily giggled at the sight of his near nonexistent balls, that were simply so shrunken from being so empty. But she knew that they'll be back to being nice, full and rotund either in next two hours, or three--- if Granger wasn't a hungry cat.
Clenching her legs together and trying to keep her vaginal muscles as tight as possible, Hannah slowly toddled out of the disappearing door, making sure to see it getting closed so no other hussy might take advantage of her boyfriend- or was it… 'theirs now?
Shaking her head from that thought, Hannah Abbott began a long, arduous journey back to her dormitory. She needed to sleep with a pillow between her legs just to make sure the boy's fluids really soaked into her body, helping feed and empower as it created a new, beautiful life for the world.
xxxxxxx
"In the greenhouses?"
"Yes!"
Hannah's eyes glinted.
"In Susie's bed?"
Lucifer barked out a laugh, "If you can arrange it when she was out of her bedroom, sure."
"I bloody will!" She panted, as the boy kept thrusting inside her, "Promise me you'll fuck me in front of Susie again.... Make her watch, and then shoot your cum on my breasts! If she wants it, she'll have to lick it off them...."
Susie… Susan Bones. Hannah's best friend, just 'what was going on?'
"What about outside Headmaster's office?"
Okay, that was being a bit too brazen, Astoria Greengrass thought drolly, her own fingers rubbing furiously against her clit.
"The Headmaster's office?"
"Against that! Gargoyle! I wanna cum on that stupid thing."
"Ugh! Fuck! Yes! Definitely!"
"Yes!" Hannah squealed out in delight.
"Yes!" Astoria bit her lip, as her first orgasm triggered, drenching her insides. Salazar, she shuddered, unable to believe it. What was happening to her? There she was, standing outside the bedroom's door.
Voyeuring on her boyfriend doing intimate acts with another girl, and getting off on it. What was… what was wrong with her?
"Do you want me to make you cum, Lucifer? Shoot your jism into—-"
...
…....
Astoria paused, at sudden intruding silence, and peered into the room.
That Hannah girl was now down on all 'fours,' with that assault weapon ramming into her behind. She was yelling, groaning, throwing her head back and screaming her lungs out, but there was no sound. As if—
xxxxxxx
On the bright side, Lupin's and Hagrid's classes quickly became the two most popular at Hogwarts.
Students noticed that Lupin resembled Professor Snape in certain ways, both emphasizing practical combat.
The difference was that Snape was outlandishly cold, and ridiculed failures with so many different insults, it made everyone except his own house's faces turn green.
Whereas Lupin was gentler and more reserved, slightly humorous and lively, more like an older friend than a teacher, lessons were engaging rather than dull, though admittedly hard on 'dark creatures!'
It didn't matter much how Lupin looked, he taught the class well, and made it fun.
There was one small drawback. His health was poor, just over two weeks into the term, Lupin had already taken several consecutive days off.
As for Hagrid, the popularity of his class had little to do with him personally and everything to do with the magical creatures he brought. After receiving a stern lesson from Lucifer, he had finally come to his senses, obediently began selecting genuinely adorable magical creatures for lessons.
However, still, unsure of what students would actually like, he'd gone to Lucifer for advice, who had suggested something simple: let the students vote on which creature they wanted each week from curriculum.
Then Hagrid could send the top results to an expert for approval.
That "expert" wasn't Lucifer, he had happily passed that troublesome job to Newt Scamander and directly arranged for the two of them to connect via WhatsApp.
Newt loved magical creatures, but unlike Hagrid, he was sensible. After reviewing the students' progress, he helped devise appropriate plans.
This week in particular, Hagrid even managed to find two male unicorns from the 'Forbidden Forest.' Many 4th year students who had not chosen Care of Magical Creatures were beating their chests in regret. The chance to approach unicorns up close had slipped right past them.
Seeing his class so well received filled Hagrid with joy. To thank Lucifer, the half giant gathered numerous materials from the 'Forbidden Forest' and even purchased a few items from Knockturn Alley that could not be traded openly, weren't exactly legal.
Some of them were genuinely useful to Lucifer, who did not refuse and accepted them all. Having just received the gifts, he was about to collect materials from the 'Whomping Willow' in Tempest and add some protective measures against the cold when-----the WhatsApp notebook in his pocket started vibrating.
With a flick of his finger, it floated into the air and opened itself. Miltie's delicate face appeared on the page, a 'faint' smile playing on her lips.
"Papa."
"What's with the sudden video call, love?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Good thing Hermione wasn't around, he'd have to explain this coaxing her for hours who was she.
Miltie Zebel tilted her chin upward, looking extra proud today, her tone brimming with confidence, "Because I have important news. Something worth telling you 'face-to-face. The WhatsApp notebooks you sent me? Sold out, completely. I'm here for a restock. As many as you can make, I'll take them all... Oh, and increase the ratio of the 'Professional Editions.' Those ran out first, most livestock only bought the standard version because the upgrade was gone."
"Sold out?" Lucifer was genuinely surprised, "You only got the shipment three or 'four' days ago. You sold two thousand already?"
"Yup."
Miltie leaned back smugly, a victorious smile spreading across her face, "Not only that, they all sold for double the 'original price."
Her heart was soaring, for so again, she'd managed to genuinely surprise her 'father' in seven months, oh, that feeling again, it was so damn amazing.
"Wait a second..."
Lucifer looked at Zebel's pretty face, half-expecting to see a smug little tail wagging behind her, "You're telling me," he said slowly, "you sold two thousand standard editions and one hundred professional at double the price, in just a few days at 'Ilvermorny?"
Miltie, the middle daughter of her demon 'family,' and Lucifer's wife, tilted her chin up, lips curling with a grin that was harder to suppress than a Killing Curse, "Well, not all of them were double price. At first I was cautious, sold them at your price. But by the end of the lunch break, everything I had was gone...That's when I realized you'd priced them way too low. So, I raised the price gradually... and here we are."
She said it in an offhand tone, but her voice was practically begging for praise-like, "Go on, tell me how brilliant I am."
Her strategy was surprisingly sharp. She'd started by gifting a few professors copies to get their attention, then sold some to popular students in each house to spark interest. From there, she used her own small "marketing team" to spread the buzz to parents.
By yesterday, she had completely sold out and was sitting on over a thousand prepaid orders. The money was already in her account.
Lucifer was speechless for a moment. Sure, her methods were nothing special by Muggle standards, but in the wizarding world, this was practically a case study in modern marketing. And American wizards, being the rich lot they were, had snapped up the Professional Editions faster than Standard ones.
His own granddaughter, Miltie had made a killing, possibly even more profit than he had, Lucifer didn't feel jealous, though. 'A deal was a deal, and she'd earned her pocket money fair and square...' "You realize," he said with a sigh, "your sudden restock order completely wrecks my production schedule."
"What schedule? Profit is the only schedule that matters," Miltie shot back instantly. When she saw he wasn't eager to send more, she got anxious, "Come on, papa, what does it matter where you sell them? I can cover all of North America's demand by myself! You've got to strike while it's hot, what if someone copies your idea?"
Lucifer waggled a finger. "First of all, no one on this planet can copy The WhatsApp, not without muggle technology and even then, they'd need years. Second..." His eyes gleamed red faintly, "If someone did try to steal it, I can promise they wouldn't live to see the sunrise."
He didn't mind competition in business, but if someone threatened his goals, that was a 'death wish!'
Watching her giggle evilly made him chuckle too, "Relax. I'll pull an all-nighter and make up the stock for you...."
"Now that's more like it," Miltie's face brightened into a triumphant smile, "Remember, the more the better. Send extra notebook pages too, Miel'll transfer the money this weekend, give me your Gringotts account number. Oh, and for anything I sell above your list price, I'll split... profit 'fifty-fifty.' to show Mother. But, but, you see, you'll have to come get it in person, and get me pregnant, Bye!"
She rattled it all off in one breath and cut the connection before he could respond.
"...So thoughtful, huh?" Lucifer laughed softly, making him pick it up personally, what a clever excuse to lure him to Zebel family's estate in Hell. He wondered if her own mother, Lilim, his very 'first' daughter, would let him come back to Earth. Still, her business instincts impressed him.
Having her handle commerce in the 'future' would make his Wizarding life a lot easier, sacrifice a bit of much needed happy reunion was in order.
With that thought, Lucifer headed for the 'Forbidden Forest'. He found a quiet spot, slipped into Tempest, disappearing under the earth' itself, and began checking his inventory.
After some scrounging, he managed to put together three thousand Standard and six hundred 'Professional ones.'
Luckily, the Acromantulas' nutrient production had stabilized, and the 'Whomping Willow's' yield had improved with better potions and soil conditions. Otherwise, no amount of sleepless nights would've been enough.
"Usagi!"
Once everything was packed into a single enchanted bag, he called out. Two minutes later, the dragon swooped down from clouds. She was now seven meters long, her aura far stronger than before, starting to resemble a fully evolved Rayquaza.
He mostly lets her roam free in the skies these days, calling her down only when needed. She landed with a rumbling growl, nudging his cheek affectionately. Lucifer smiled and ran a hand over her gleaming scales, then handed her the bag.
"Take this to Miltie in North America. And bring back the raw materials on the return trip." Usagi gave a low hum of acknowledgment, circled him twice, then shot upward and vanished into the clouds.
Lucifer watched until she was just a speck, opening a portal, then sighed and turned back toward his workbench. He'd borrowed stock meant for the French and German shipments, which meant he had to replace it fast. Everything else would have to wait until he'd caught up on production.
While mixing potion ingredients, he touched the mental calculation, in just a 'few' months, he'd earned over one million Galleons. That number alone was enough to drive most wizards insane. Even old families like the 'Greengrasses', with centuries of wealth and a spotless record, would struggle to make that kind of money in a year.
As for ordinary purebloods or individual wizards, forget it. In truth, the ones most envious of Lucifer weren't even wizards, but the goblins of Gringotts.
The outside world had no idea how much he'd really made, but Gringotts knew, Lucifer Morningstar's vaults were scattered across several countries, each one stacked to the ceiling, and the amount kept growing at a terrifying pace.
xxxxxx
Lucifer led the birthday girl into an empty classroom, then pulled out gift she'd been pestering him about, a golden pocket watch.
"A watch?" Hannah frowned, then shrugged, "Eh, looks fancy enough. If I ever run out of money, I'll just sell."
Rolling his eyes, he almost gave her heart shaped butt a swat, "If you dare sell it, I'll lock you in a room and hang you up forever."
She almost said 'Like hell you can', but caught herself. Instead, Hannah huffed loudly, her chests shaking madly with those breaths, "It's just a stupid watch, no need to get all scary about it."
"You've got no eye for quality..."
Lucifer sighed, and with a soft click, the lid of the watch popped open, Hannah peered at it, looked perfectly ordinary, he pressed the top button.
The face of the watch began to spin, and time markings vanished, replaced by a pale yellow vertical pupil.
Then, a yellow beam shot out from the watch, striking Hannah whose reflexes weren't exactly that good, before she could react, and froze in place instantly.
"This," Lucifer said calmly, eyeing her body's fat around the stomach, it reminded him of Daphne, thinking if he should really start on bothering Snape for the potion,"is the Eye of Petrification, I made it from Basilisk's eye. You just saw what it does. I was planning to upgrade it to a true 'Deadly Gaze' effect, but even if I could, giving you something that dangerous.."
He trailed off, smirking faintly as he tilted her chin up with his wand, "So? Still thinking about selling it? You clumsy arse at defending yourself."
Pressing the button again, snake's pupil spun away, turning back into a regular clock face, and Hannah's body loosened as the spell lifted. She immediately dove at him, not for affection, but to snatch the watch, "You didn't say it was that powerful! I take it back, I was wrong. Give me that!"
She clutched the pocket watch lovingly, unable to take her eyes off it. Hannah'd thought it was just jewelry but it was actually a unique magical artifact.
"Don't let Snape see that thing," Lucifer warned, watching her grin from ear to ear.
"Huh?" She blinked her green eyes dumbfounded not getting underlying of his words in slightest, "Wait... did you steal this from him?"
"Hey!"
Next second, he gave her a sharp flick on the head, hard enough to make her eyes water, "I told you I made it myself," Lucifer said irritated with her food brain,"Snape did ask me for a basilisk eye once, but I told him it was destroyed. If he sees this, he'll know it's made from the same thing."
Hannah winced terribly, rubbing her head, "And knowing how petty he is, he'll definitely go after you, wait, no, also go after me. He'll bully me just like he does Potter and Weasely."
"Exactly," he said dryly.
She shuddered at the possible dark future awaiting her, "You really do understand your Head of House's"
Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Obviously, now putting that aside do you want to suck on my coc---"
"I want! I want, please let me remove your belt."
xxxxx
In the courtyard garden, Hermione finally spoke, worry clouding her face, "Lucifer, is this a governors incident now? I don't think Dumbledore will side with us over teachers, but if Trelawney gets angry and goes through the Ministry, will you be in trouble?"
Lucifer sipped his juice, unhurried, "Relax, what happened between me and Trelawney is a schoolyard spat. Did she suffer any harm? I never used any spell."
"But you fixed her on a wall..." Hermione still fretted, "She seems fragile and could have a breakdown."
"I did not use anything esoteric," Lucifer shook his head, "Professor Snape was right there. The moment we left, he was bound to let her out. The heaviest punishment could have been petrification, by morning the effect wears off, but I controlled myself..."
Against a weak professor like Sybil, if he set eight hours, it would be eight hours, not a minute more, not a minute less. One thing he had misjudged was Mcgonagall's mischief. To make her difficult colleague suffer longer, she had ensured Trelawney would be given a 'fair' warning too for damaging his reputation.
Hermione eased a little at his explanation, but Daphne was blithe at the gloomy talk, she herself was losing her energy, "Granger, you overthink. Right now Lucifer fears no one but Dumbledore. A few 'Divination' fake prophecies bumpkins will not turn Britain upside down. Just wait, at worst Dumbledore docks a few points and has a Head of House put Lucifer in detention for a couple of days... Then it is over, no apology either, Trelawney was the one strutting around."
The more Daphne spoke, the more indignant she grew. She slapped the table with a small palm, "No one gets to act more arrogant than me at Hogwarts!"
Hermione's and Lucifer's mouths twitched in perfect sync. The little witch shot him a blaming look, when they enrolled, Daphne had been haughty, and the bushy haired girl had argued with her more than once, but not like now, playing the big sister in charge.
Lucifer had spoiled her, with him backing her, Daphne truly could walk the school sideways. He kept his gaze calm, a bit of swagger saved him trouble, as long as she did not pick on people. He knew her temper, she was flighty, not cruel.
"I will go to ground for a while, and do a mail order for Cockroach clusters."
xxxxxxx
September 19th,
Until at night, Hermione was going slightly mad, she wanted more. She wanted him claiming every tooth and taste bud as his own. She wanted him to devour her with the same hunger he showed her pussy.
Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue over his thin lips and tapped lightly. Lucifer's chest tightened with a twinge of excitement, his heart stumbling as the wet, velvet warmth of her tongue licked over his lips.
He growled softly and let her inside, his own tongue greeting her arrival.
They swirled together, tasting each other like 'first-years' gorging themselves on sweets. He couldn't get enough of her, the chills oozing through his belly left his brain empty and dick full.
Hermione was becoming a gooey mass of pudding. Her insides had liquified and were currently seeping out of her pussy like a spillway.
She snaked one arm around his neck and locked herself against him. The room was getting far too hot for such close confines, but she didn't care; she pulled him even closer, curling her hand around his head, then carding her hand into his hair.
"Maowwrrr."
They didn't pull apart, but they both looked over in the direction the sound had come from, Crookshanks was sitting across from them with an expectant expression on his face.
Lucifer kept his lips against hers. "Do you think he wants something, or does he object to our proximity?"
Hermione smiled and gave him a soft peck. "It's time for his furball treatment and catnip. Just give me one minute."
He let out a short growl of impatience and disappointment, but he leaned back and helped her disentangle herself from his person.
Hermione forced herself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. "Come on, Crookshanks."
But the grumpy old cat didn't get up right away, he stared at Lucifer with a cool unwavering gaze that he had to admire.
That cat could have cracked any first or second-year in thirty seconds.
"Crooks, where are you?" Hermione called from the kitchen.
Crookshanks rose but never took his eyes off Lucifer. He always got the impression all cats were master 'Legilimens', reading everyone and dismissing them with a flick of tail.
And this one seemed vaguely amused by whatever it was he saw in Lucifer.
His orange tail finally twitched out of sight, and Lucifer relaxed, no longer feeling the yellow eyes of scrutiny washing over him.
"There you are," Hermione crooned, bending down so he could lick the meaty-scented furball paste from her finger. She scratched his ears as he finished. "That's my good boy. Are you ready for your mouse?"
Crookshanks flopped down as she rolled his fuzzy toy mouse through the catnip.
She set it on the floor for him, and he rubbed his face into it like a junkie.
Hermione grinned. "Have fun."
She went to the sink to wash her hands then headed back out to Lucifer, but stopped short when she saw him. He looked quite handsome in the warm glow of the lanterns—his hair mussed, eyes dark as midnight.
In her absence he had unbuttoned his top two buttons and rolled up his sleeves. She couldn't help smiling at how his arm was "casually" thrown across the back of the couch, prepared for her to return to her previous position.
Hermione was ready to sink back into his arms, but she wanted to get even closer. She unfastened her jeans and started to peel them down, watching his face to gauge his reaction.
Lucifer sat up a little straighter, "What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable."
She wiggled out of her tight jeans, and Lucifer sat back and enjoyed the show. Her little lacy, pink knickers almost matched her jumper.
She gave him a wicked smile that made his cock sit up and take notice.
Dismissing the previous seating arrangement, she climbed in his lap and straddled his hips. Her pussy pressed against his burgeoning erection, grinding into him through his trousers.
Hermione saw the dark desire flare in his eyes, that excited her just as much as the hard column pressing into her core. She slipped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his nose with hers.
Lucifer gripped her hips, playing his thumbs along the satiny strings at the sides of her knickers.
She brushed her nose along his cheek, and he closed his eyes as an unfamiliar warmth coated his stomach. It seemed too sweet to be sexual, but his cock just kept 'filling' as if she were kissing more southerly parts of his anatomy.
She placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his face, meeting her teasing peck with his own.
His tongue slowly crept back into her mouth, making her moan and squirm in his lap. His patience was quickly dwindling.
The relaxed exploration gradually became more urgent. He got to know the contours of her mouth intimately before he gave her a chance to breathe.
Lucifer grunted as she came right back at him. Her teeth teased his lower lip like a cannibal playing with its food. Her dancing hips and oral overtures were becoming too much for him.
He was hard as a rock and ready to burst the seams of his fly.
Sliding his hands around to her arse, Lucifer grabbed a cheek in each hand and lifted her up so his dick could take a break.
He dropped his head to the back of the seat and panted up at her. "Slow down, girl. We have all night."
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Lucifer spread her cheeks wider, and Hermione tried to rub her clit against his abdomen. He was so bloody sexy: hair a mess, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and glistening from her ardor.
If a look could make a person come, she'd have been screaming his name right then.
Slipping her hand down between them, she tried to open his fly. She wanted to impale herself on him.
His zip slid down, freeing the bulging weight of his hard-on.
Lucifer growled as her fingers dove into his trousers. He tried to pull out of her firm grasp but only succeeded in making her tug at his cock.
Releasing her arse, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands off of him, holding her at bay so he wouldn't explode in his shorts.
Hermione grounded her hips into him again, aroused by the manual restraint, "I want you so much."
"We have all night. Don't be in a rush."
"Please take me to bed. I need you inside me."
Lucifer winced as the pleasure started to build in his balls. "Arms up," he rasped, lifting her hands toward the ceiling.
Hermione held up her arms as he pulled off her jumper. As soon as it was gone, she was pressing into him, loving the hard heat of his body.
For such a cold looking person, he was hotter than asphalt in August.
Lucifer unhooked her bra and pulled it off before she could get going again.
His hands automatically went to her soft tits, cupping them and thumbing her stiff nipples.
Brushing his lips over her ear, he purred, "Are those pretty pink knickers nice and wet for me?"
The gravelly rock slide of his words skipped down her spine like a stone over water, thunking to a splashing halt in her pussy. "Drenched, sir."
He smirked. "All right. Let's go to our room. I don't want that cat of yours critiquing my performance."
Hermione grinned and pulled him off the couch with her, dragging him to their room. Once the door clicked shut, Lucifer let his trousers drop to the floor and kicked off his shoes.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off while she flicked on the other lanterns and climbed into bed.
When she went to take off her knickers, he stopped her. "No. I'll do that."
Hermione smiled and nodded, watching him strip for her. He looked tasty. Like white chocolate. When he peeled off his boxers, her musings on his pallor were forgotten.
His dick looked very healthy: heavy and full. Lucifer rested one knee on the bed then crawled toward her. Her legs parted for him like the Red Sea.
Settling over top of her, he ground his dick along her damp gusset. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes!" she gasped, digging her fingers into his back as he started to rock against her. "Please take off my knickers, sir."
He chuckled and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking at her pulse. "All in good time," he muttered.
Her skin tasted like whipped cream, Lucifer couldn't stop licking her.
Hermione moaned as he lapped a wet trail down the center of her body. His tongue delved into her navel as fingers pinched her nipples to sharp peaks. Her body wouldn't stay still; she was twitching and bucking under him as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Chills shot up her spine, making every hair on the back of her neck stand on end. When he finally sank down to her pink panties, she was ready to mash his face into her pussy and suffocate him with her appreciation.
She didn't though.
He did it all on his own.
Lucifer could smell her growing arousal through that last lacy layer.
Brushing his nose over the damp patch at the front, he gave her nipple one last tweak before sliding his hands down to her hips.
Catching the satin strings at the sides, he rolled her knickers down her legs, watching the unveiling with a small smirk. Her pubic hair was noticeably wet along her slit.
Tossing her knickers over his shoulder, he sank down to her sweet muff. This was the best seat in the room.
His nose ran over her inner thigh and then, grazing across her labia, did the same to her other thigh.
Parting her with two fingers, he held open her lips and surveyed the area. It was perfect. Her juicy shine begged for his tongue.
Licking up her center, he indulged in her sweetness.
Her core was glistening red, ripe as a raspberry. He suckled her inner lips, pulling the wine from her chalice.
Her back arched off the bed as he smothered his face in her sex.
His nose was all over her clit, his breath shooting a breeze through her interior. His tongue was at her entrance, lapping up everything he couldn't reach with his lips.
Hermione wasn't petting his head anymore, she was tearing at his hair.
She didn't want to hurt him, but a person grabs at what they can when they're being pushed overboard; and she was dangling from the guardrail by her fingertips.
Lucifer shook his head back and forth so the slick mass of her engorged nub bumped over the bridge of his nose.
"'L-Luc---oh, fuck~" She screamed his name, and her muscles pulsed against his tongue.
Her entire body had drawn itself into a tight arch, her fingers clamping into his skull. He couldn't help grinning himself as she jerked against his face.
When Hermione relaxed and stopped wailing, he came up for air, ready to fuck her until she screamed like that again.
Lucifer climbed up and settled his hips against hers, grinding his length into her sopping center.
Reaching between them, he aimed his knob into her silken heat. "Is this what you've been thinking about all day?"
Hermione smiled, with a little blush on her face, "Yes, sir. It's been a wet day."
He carefully slid inside, holding back his groan as her body accepted him.
He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her body while fighting his dwindling restraint.
The urge to fuck her through the mattress was overwhelming. Perhaps that was due to the prolonged snogging session on sofa. Hermione's jaw dropped as he filled her.
There was no more room inside her.
No room for racing thoughts.
No room for worry.
No room for sadness.
This was all she needed: the here and now of his cock driving the darkness out of her with every thrust.
His face was glinting with her juices. It was one of the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. And Lucifer was staring at her with enough heat to singe off her eyebrows.
Catching his face in both hands, she pulled his mouth on top of hers and kissed him the way he deserved to be.
Lucifer sank into the sweetness of her mouth. It added a whole new layer of sensation.
She was a parfait of pleasure. Her tongue penetrated his mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy.
Or was he enveloping her tongue as she enveloped his cock? That was a zen riddle he wasn't up for pondering at the moment.
His engorged knob prodded her depths, sending vibrations all the way from her pussy to her stomach.
His thrusts reverberated throughout her entire body. She didn't feel like crying of him not remembering her birthday, instead Hermione felt strangely calm and euphoric.
If he continued circling his hips like that, she was going to be screaming into his mouth in a few minutes.
He kept grinding into her and then giving her a few slow thrusts. It was maddeningly perfect.
Lucifer grunted as her legs tightened around his hips. It wasn't just her softness that made him insane, it was her openness. She didn't hold anything back. Good or bad.
If she was sad, she cried.
If she thought his cock was gorgeous, she told him.
If she wanted his lips sealed against hers as they rutted on the eyelet comforter, she made it impossible for him to resist.
He wasn't used to such honesty.
Hermione slid her hands around to his back, running her palms over the muscles; she was hungry for his strength. Constantly being the strong one was bloody exhausting.
Lucifer pulled his lips from hers and caught his breath. She looked so bloody beautiful beneath him.
He kissed her cheek and whispered, "Do you like that?"
Hermione nodded. "Please don't stop!"
Lucifer smirked. He wanted to stay inside her until his dick was so saturated with her cream he could wring it into his morning coffee.
"Is your pussy ready to sing for me?"
She gasped as he nipped at her neck. "Yes, please make it scream!"
Lucifer chuckled into her warm skin. "It sounds perfect to me. Hearing you scream my name is excellent, but it can't hold a candle to this wet little pussy."
Hermione shivered as his scratchy whisper tickled her ear. "You're driving me insane."
He laughed, muffling the sound in her shoulder. "I think you're ready to come. Would you like to be on top this time?"
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