The Dormant Power ch.10

A large, muscular blonde with a buzz cut, who looked like an offensive lineman, blocked Harry's way at the door. He extended a meaty paw, preventing Harry from following Daphne into the crowd.

“Private party,” he grunted.

Harry glanced at the crowd beyond the thick arm of the man. Half the campus must have been packed into the house. “Really?”

“Yeah,” the guy snorted. “You got a problem with that?”

Fleur caught Harry’s eye, smiled, and slid her lithe form up to the large man. Harry felt her power reach deep into his body. He stiffened, his eyes widening. 

“You really don’t want to stop us,” she murmured silkily, running her nails along the thick jaw of the lineman. “The party will be so much better with us inside.”

The guy nodded dully, and Harry slipped past him as Fleur worked her magic. He paused and glanced back, watching as her power pulsed directly between the guy’s legs. His body trembled, and suddenly, he bolted into the night. The line of costumed partygoers waiting to enter burst into laughter.

“Looks like you’re all invited!” Fleur grinned before sliding through the crowd to Harry.

“What did you do to him?” Harry asked.

“Hmm?” Fleur replied innocently. “Oh, him? Looks like he’s got a bit of a premature problem. I think he ran home to change his underwear!”

Harry couldn’t help but smile. That little vixen made the bouncer cum in his pants!

“Watch closely, Harry,” Fleur murmured, her voice barely audible above the din of the party. “This is how you get what you want.”

As Harry watched Fleur weave her dark magic through the room, he marveled at the ease with which she manipulated those around her. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at her command of power. He longed to have that kind of control over Daphne, to strip away her defenses and make her his in every conceivable way.

“Focus,” he chastised himself, shaking off the dangerous allure of Fleur’s supernatural abilities. “You have a task to complete.”

With that thought, Harry continued his pursuit of Daphne, each step bringing him closer to the moment when she would finally know what it felt like to be helpless before someone else’s desires.

The cacophony of laughter and music grew louder as he ventured deeper into the heart of the frat house. His heart pounded in his chest, each heavy bass beat reverberating through his body. He felt the mounting pressure, an insatiable desire to both submit and control.

“Where are you, Daphne?” His eyes scanned the room, searching for the blonde temptress who had so effortlessly enslaved his thoughts. And then he saw a flash of pink and caught the scent of bubblegum. The crowd parted as if by magic, and there she was, her shimmering golden curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk, framing her angelic face and enhancing her allure.

She saw him at the same moment, and their eyes locked. He felt a flicker of insecurity, but then he realized she wasn’t seeing nerdy Harry. She saw his new form, enhanced by his power and exuding pure desire for the young blonde.

She turned away as he moved through the crowd towards her, but he could tell it was all for show. Girls like Daphne needed to be chased, not the other way around.

And if he had any doubts about her interest, he only had to pierce the veil of his senses and see the steady, pulsing essence that filled her body. She was intrigued, but not enough.

“Hi there,” he said, his voice radiating confidence he didn’t entirely feel. “Can I get you a drink?”

Daphne turned. She was standing with a group of girls whose mouths dropped open as they saw his tall figure, their eyes widening. Daphne, however, narrowed her eyes, maintaining her composure.

“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that,” she said, but he could tell from the spark in her aura that it wasn’t a “no.”

Harry turned to glance around the crowd, making a show of looking for her boyfriend.

“I don’t see a boyfriend,” he said. “Is he here?”

Daphne turned towards him, her posture straightening. The gambit had worked, and now she wanted him to see her full, glorious body wrapped tightly in her skimpy outfit.

“No,” she said, smiling. “But he’ll be here soon.”

She was about to turn away when Harry sent a shot of his power into her aura. He didn’t want to force her to climax right there on the dance floor. He wasn’t as brazen as Fleur, but he needed her to want him.

“Well,” he said. “Then I guess we have a little time, don’t we?”

He reached out, still caressing her essence. Her face flushed, and he saw her nostrils flare as she inhaled his masculine scent. She was interested, nothing more, but that was enough.

“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that!” she laughed.

“Daphne, what are you doing?” one of her friends asked.

Daphne didn’t break eye contact with him. “Just having a drink with a new friend.”

“What about Draco?”

Harry sensed a warning flash of cold in her aura and suppressed a shiver. Hmm, so that’s what guilt looks like. Instinctively, he hit the cold feeling with warmth, melting the guilt away until it retreated to the bubbling core of Daphne’s soul.

“It’ll be fine,” he said, pulling Daphne away from her friends before she could think twice about what she was doing. “We’ll be done before Draco even knows what’s happening.”

Daphne seemed on the verge of responding, but he gave her another pulsing burst of warmth straight into her belly. There, his essence swirled, assaulting her vulnerable, pink aura. He was inside her even though the only contact was her hand on his arm.

“So,” she said, walking with him towards the bar set up on the other end of the room. “I don’t think I caught your name.”

Harry didn’t respond immediately, taking two beers from the bar and handing one to her. He waited for her to take a sip, drawing out the atmosphere of mystery he was cultivating.

“Of course,” he finally replied, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the music. “My name is Harry. Daphne didn’t recognize the name, and even if she did, she wouldn’t have connected it to his transformed state. He allowed himself a wicked smile and added, “But tonight, you can call me Master.”

Her beautiful blue eyes widened in surprise for a moment before narrowing with a mix of curiosity and defiance. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being spoken to like that, but the glimmer of intrigue in her gaze told him she wasn’t immune to the intoxicating allure of submission.

“Master?” she repeated, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile. “Well, aren’t you confident? But as I said, I have a boyfriend, and he wouldn’t appreciate me having... other interests.”

“Ah, yes, precious Draco,” Harry murmured, feigning disappointment even as he relished the knowledge that he had the power to make her resistance futile. “But tell me, Daphne, when was the last time he truly satisfied you? When was the last time he made you feel alive?”

She stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red as Harry used her momentary vulnerability to reach out with his powers. He felt the warmth he had left in her belly and made it blossom, sending ripples of desire through her nerves. Daphne shivered as his dominance took root in her mind, and in a flash of bubblegum-pink heat, he knew this was his moment.

“Take me to an empty room,” he commanded. “Now.”

Her eyes glazed over, the fire of resistance replaced by a smoldering haze of desire. She hesitated only for a moment before turning on her heel, leading Harry through the throng of oblivious partiers and up a narrow staircase that creaked softly under their feet.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked, her voice tinged with a breathless, desperate need.

“Somewhere private,” he replied, watching the way her ass peeked out from under her short skirt. He knew she dressed like a slut for Draco, credit to her. She didn’t start this night wanting to cheat, but it didn’t matter what she wanted. Tough luck for Draco, because Harry was the one who would capitalize on her careful preparations. “Somewhere you can get on your knees and take the punishment you deserve.”

Daphne whimpered, and Harry smelled the musky scent of her pussy beneath the bubblegum aura. His power was translating into physical reactions, making it easier for him to defile Daphne’s tight, little body.

As they entered a dimly lit room, Harry felt the weight of his power settle over them like a heavy shroud, enslaving Daphne in his unyielding grip. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the chaos of the party and leaving only Daphne’s labored breathing.

“Are you ready, Daphne?” Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper, brimming with anticipation. Her eyes were wide with fear and curiosity, unable to comprehend the situation she found herself in. 

They were in a girl’s bedroom, the walls as pink as Daphne’s aura. A photo of Draco and Daphne dressed for the Christmas ball stood on the nightstand, their beautiful faces smiling at the camera like real-life Barbie and Ken.

“Who are you?” she stammered, her breath quickening as she looked at Harry's imposing figure.

“Let me show you,” he murmured, reverting to his normal appearance. As his transformation completed, he watched Daphne’s expression shift from confusion to pure shock as she recognized him: Harry, the quiet nerd she once knew.

“Ha-Harry?” she stuttered, disbelief etched on her beautiful face. “What the hell is going on?”

Anger swelled within him. He always felt she deliberately got his name wrong, but with fear and confusion radiating off her like sweet perfume, he realized this bitch never even knew his real name! “My name is Harry,” he hissed. “After tonight, you won’t fucking forget it.”