Chapter 57: Wand

I was feeling a touch disappointed as I walked away from the Gryffindor tower, having just left Ginny Weasley behind there after her unexpected collapse halfway. I had worked hard to plan a long, entertaining date for her - after all, stealing Harry Potter's girlfriend deserved some special effort - only for her to get overwhelmed before the date proper could even start.

"Okay," I murmured to myself as I walked back to my room, with a smirk on my face. "Maybe it was my mistake cumming in her in the dressing room." That had marked a point too far for her, one that overwhelmed her despite all the glamor of the date, and the exhaustion of the orgasm didn't help.

Still, I was excited about the potential of the second date. This time, in Hogwarts…

As I moved back to a wing of the head students, however, my slight disappointment was already gone, my imagination busy with just how spectacular tonight's date would be, with Fleur hosting Hermione…

Or… I thought as I stepped into the shared living room - currently empty - and my gaze fell on my door, maybe another redhead, who had been waiting for my arrival. I was curious about what she had picked to wear… and I was curious about how she would react to the fact I had called her by her name during the end of our little… well… conversation.

I was feeling excited as I opened the door… only to find the room empty. I cast a quick spell, only to realize, despite all my best efforts, she had managed to escape. "Fuck," I growled even as I raised my wand and cast several rapid spells, trying to trigger the spells I had put on her. "I had been arrogant," I murmured as I realized I had pushed my luck against a witch that managed to take old Voldie down… even if she was temporarily impaired.

Luckily, I still had an artifact, one that was created by her late husband and his friends. "I swear I'm up to no good," I murmured as I tapped with my wand. My gaze soon landed on a particular name in the library, smiling, wondering if the creator of the map imagined that it was going to be used for this exact purpose.

Probably, I admitted, just not by someone else than James Potter himself.

Too bad life was filled with surprises.

I wasn't surprised to see Lily was at the library. I pulled on the invisibility cloak - knowing Harry certainly didn't imagine his precious heirloom used for this purpose - and moved to the library.

It took a while for me to find her even with the assistance of the map, as she had managed to hanker down to a corner, covering it with enough Aversion charms to make it compete against Imperius against an unwitting observer.

Unfortunately for her, aversion charms lost their effectiveness significantly when facing someone that already knew about the truth of the situation, so I could see her… including what she was dressed in.

She had a robe, but it was half open to show what she was wearing. Underneath, she was wearing a school uniform of Gryffindor colors from the wardrobe I had gifted for her, one that was designed as a porn version; the skirt short enough to be mistaken for a belt, and shirt just barely more than a bra with its bottom tied and several buttons open.

Curious, I cast a detection charm, only to realize while she had managed to remove her tracking charms, she hadn't touched my little gift that blocked her from orgasming alone… and she was horny.

What an interesting little mistake.

Though, as I observed her, I remembered the state of the room, realizing she probably planned to return after a small excursion of gathering information. The sexy uniform made more sense with it. It was a bribe to take the sting if she got caught… as while she was not my prisoner, she was aware that she might need the shelter.

The desperate expression on her face, as she read the most recent newspapers in front of her, told me the reason for her unexpected delay.

She was shocked by what she was reading.

I didn't blame her. Realizing that two decades had passed her by somehow must have been a difficult realization, not helped by the traumatic nature of her last moments. I was glad that Snape had foreseen that probability and worked hard to destroy her connection to Lily's emotional connection with Potters through magic, or she would have been reacting even worse.

Of course, that reduction only went for her personal tragedy. The impact of realizing Voldemort's reign was not a surprise for her, but the gap between apparent demise and resurrection was a different story.

Not to mention, other details like the fall of the Ministry and the Death of Dumbledore were confirmed, showing her that my words were accurate. Amusingly, the fact that I had revealed my knowledge of her identity worked to my benefit. It showed her that I could have sold her to Death Eaters for my benefit, yet I did not.

Meaning, she could still trust me about the war… no matter how things had been developing otherwise…

I removed the cloak before stepping into her wards, triggering a small alert. She turned quickly, only for her wand - which I had no idea where it had come from - to fly away from her hand as I disarmed her.

"No need to panic, Lily. It's just me," I said, taking a step closer while she stood frozen, relaxing only after I lowered my wand. Lowered, but didn't take it away. "Now, tell me, what are you doing outside? Didn't I tell you it's dangerous?"

"I… I wanted to read about the news," she said, looking at me, still tense.

"And, you didn't trust me to bring you anything true, just like you didn't trust me to tell your name before I managed to dig it," I answered. She nodded, though, as she did so, she realized her robe was open. And, with her slutty Gryffindor uniform underneath, she was giving me an excellent show.

She pulled it close panickedly. "No need to act like it's not something I hadn't seen after I helped you the last time," I said, then chuckled. "Or, act like you hadn't worn them for me just to make sure I won't get angry for sneaking around."

She didn't answer, but her expression did.

"Good, now that we handled it, let's move on to the important questions," I said as I summoned her wand. "Tell me, where did this come from?" I asked. She didn't say anything. "Look, acting stubborn is pointless, we both know that I could have given you to Death Eaters for an amazing reward, yet I helped you to stay secure while you recovered. Don't you think I earned a modicum of trust?"

"Maybe," she admitted.

I smiled wider. "Just maybe, after all the trouble I had gone through, even helping you with that massage to address your needs… even making you a whole new wardrobe," I said, even pushing my luck by waving my wand again, and vanishing her robe, revealing her sexy uniform underneath. "Which, I might add, looks amazing."

"S-stop," she gasped, hugging herself to hide her body from mine, which didn't work well without her robe.

"No," I answered.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I'm not bringing it back unless you tell me where did you find that wand. Since I can't torture you, I'm going to pressure you like this," I answered smugly, then paused in fake realization. "Though, looking at your nipples, it doesn't look like it will work."

Her green eyes flashed with fury even as she looked at me, but her impatience died quickly when I raised my wand. She was very much aware I would do it after my performance of helping her with her toy.

"Stop! I had a few wands hidden around the school, back when I was still a student… just in case," she admitted. "And, one of them was in James' room in case we got ambushed or something," she admitted.

"Fascinating," I said, and that was not just her reasonable yet very effective precaution. Hiding something around Hogwarts so that it would avoid the attention of the house elves for two decades was not a simple achievement… but what I was really fascinated by was what Snape achieved. Even as she mentioned James, she did so without any emotion. No longing, no guilt.

Admittedly, it reduced the challenge of seducing her… but, looking at her naked body that was barely hidden behind her slutty uniform, it was easy to ignore that drawback.

"That's all."

"No, that's not all," I said. "It's good that the wand is not stolen so it won't alarm everyone. But still, there's your punishment to consider."

She looked resigned at the mention… but not enough to hide the excited glint in her gaze. "Let's go then, we can talk about it back in our room."

I liked that she referred to it as our room, but not enough to feel merciful. Instead of walking, I sat down on the seat she was using earlier, and, pulled her onto my lap. "No need to go all the way," I answered as her nearly-naked ass settled on my lap.

"Not when we have a perfect little nook to handle your punishment, right here…"