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He followed Celine into an empty compartment, and was surprised to find that it was decorated in green and silver, as if it was a customized carriage. Seeing his look of surprise, the Malfoy girl smirked.

"Yes Potter, this is my personal cabin on the train. Father got me this after my first year." Lucius Malfoy was on Hogwarts' board of directors, and was frequently meddling with the operations of the school.

Telling her friends to wait outside, she closed the compartment door and sat across from Harry on a luxurius, plush sofa.

Now that they were alone, Harry was beginning to understand why Celine was known as the Queen of Slytherin. Casually sitting across from him in her Hogwarts robes, she appeared noble and elegant, aristocratic and arrogant, with a simply angelic visage – she could in fact easily compete with Fleur Delacour in the looks department. She had curves in all the right places, and after five years on the Quidditch team she was as slender and athletic as his sister was.

Harry spoke first. "Curious, why do you even want me to be your slave? Why not get any of the other guys in your year a chance? I am sure many would appreciate the… opportunity."

"What do you think Potter? You're the boy-who-lived. The savior of the Wizarding World. And I'm an evil, Malfoy bitch who secretly plans to enslave you and show the world that evil always wins."

Harry couldn't tell if she was joking. "Erm… but it's only for one day… and everyone will know that it's because of a bet that you won."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Obviously I was exaggerating. I'm just trying to have fun with you Potter, what are you trying to do?"

"Trying to figure out what your evil intentions are." He said immediately, causing her to laugh.

"Silly Potter, if you REALLY think I am evil and going to corrupt you into becoming my slave permanently or something stupid like that, then you should just go."

"Ok – wait what?" He wasn't sure if he heard correctly.

"Go ahead and leave, I'm serious. And I'll just have to tell the entire world that the Potters can't even keep their word in a bet that I won."

"Eve had no right to bet me anyway, she doesn't own-"

"According to an old pureblood wizarding law, immediate family members CAN wager each other's service and it is a magically binding contract. You can break it of course, but you will suffer an enormous loss of magical power."

"What! That's bullshit."

"Do you want to risk it?" Celine grinned at the look on his face. "So why are you here anyway? If you didn't want to do it you shouldn't have come."

Harry sighed, groaning. He was still a bit unsure why the older Malfoy girl wanted him to play make-believe slave-master so badly, but what was the big deal? It was just for one day. Plus he did not want to risk losing his magical powers, even though part of him thought that was clearly bullshit.

"I'm only here because I want to help my sister keep her word, and not because I actually… want to or anything."

"I couldn't care less whether you want to or not Potter, only whether you are or are not." She said coolly, and then unexpectedly smiled. "Anyway, let's begin then, shall we?"

He nodded hesitantly.

"First, you will address me as Master – I don't like being called a Mistress, that sounds like I'm a whore or something."

"You're not?" Harry asked sarcastically.

She glared at him. "No? Why, do people think I am?"

"It's just that… ever since my first year, there's always been so many guys throwing themselves at you, that we all figured you must have a lot of… experience." He finished lamely, and then blushed. He did not expect to be having this conversation with Malfoy.

She looked thoughtful. "That's interesting. But no Potter, I am far from being a whore. I have never even kissed a guy." It was her turn to blush. "Fuck, why did I just admit that to you?"

"No way, you're lying. Didn't you date Pucey and Warrington at some point?"

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't DATING them. They were shamelessly throwing themselves at me, I decided to let them do favors for me in order to have the honor of being called my boyfriend. But I never allowed them to kiss me."

"Why not?"

"Because. I'm a Malfoy, and they are… well, whatever." Harry scoffed. "Shut up. I didn't bring you here to judge me." She glared at him. "Now to continue, at many instances tonight I will ask you to do things for me. Obviously, as my slave, you should do them. But if you REALLY feel like you can't handle it, you can just say the code word and you don't have to do it."

"What's the code word?"

"Peacock." Seeing the confused look on his face, she continued. "I have a pet peacock, he is absolutely beautiful but also extremely arrogant. He can attract any female he wants." She grinned. "So that's it. Two simple rules. Call me master and do what I say. Easy right?"

"Right…" Harry couldn't help but think about all the sorts of things that might go wrong.

The train was halting to a stop. "We're here. Put on your Hogwarts outfit, slave. I'll expect you to be on your best behavior tonight."

"Fine…" Harry said, deciding that it was easier to go along with this whole tryst than to continue resisting at this point. "... er, yes Master."

xXx

When they exited the compartment, they found her "handmaidens" still standing outside, talking quietly but stopped immediately after they saw the pair.

"Slave, these are my friends, Ella Montague," she gestured towards a gorgeous brunette who had an aristocratic look on her face, "Jasmine Rosier," she gestured towards a ravishing dark-haired girl who seemed she had just returned from an assassination mission, "Olivia Nott," another stunning blonde girl, who looked just as haughty as Celine, "You will take orders from them as well, but no one else."

Harry had ran into Ella in the past and he had heard of Olivia and Jasmine (being privy to male dorm and locker room talk, some girls were talked about more often than others). He knew that Olivia and Jasmine were both fifth years in the same year as Cho Chang. But he had never actually seen them this close, and bollocks that he hadn't – if he did, he wouldn't have had nearly as big of a crush on Cho Chang last year.

However, it was clearly evident that while they were all quite pretty and aristocratic, Malfoy was the most superior and biggest bitch out of all of them. She also happened to be the most beautiful, perhaps in not just that group but the entire school.

"Hi Potter." Ella beamed at him, seeming to be the most friendly out of the three. "Hope you don't mind hanging out with us for the night. It's been so long since we've had… quality entertainment such as yourself."

"Erm… sure Montague…" Harry replied, not quite used to speaking in a friendly tone to people he would ordinarily consider his enemies, especially since they were all basically daughters of Death Eaters.

They gave him bewilderingly friendly smiles, which made him wonder whether this was all an act or if they were just trying to make him feel comfortable before they unveiled their talons and sank their claws into him.

Together, the five of them exited the train and boarded the carriages, which took them to the Hogwarts castle. In the carriage, Jasmine Rosier and Olivia Nott sat on both sides of him while Ella Montague and Celine sat on the other side.

Noticing that he looked a bit awkward sitting there in between the four older Slytherin girls, the Malfoy heiress spoke. "Jasmine, Olivia, can you two be so kind as to give my slave a kiss to make him feel welcome."

"Of course, Celine." Without questioning their leader, Jasmine, the dark-haired girl, turned towards Harry and kissed him immediately, her lips much softer than they looked, and she tenderly caressed him with her hands. Her tongue aggressively darted into his mouth, as they teased and rolled around his own.

Then, without warning, Olivia, the blonde, still with a slight sneer on her face, basically climbed into Harry's lap and kissed both Jasmine and Harry at the same time, the three of them engaged in a three-way kiss.

Harry's mind was going haywire. This was entirely not what he had expected. However, as any other red-blooded, teenage male, he wasn't quite protesting, and all of this did accomplish the effect of making him more comfortable. Most people would try to engage in small talk to make a guest more comfortable, but it seemed Malfoy and her friends were not "most people."

They spent the rest of the carriage ride like this, Jasmine and Olivia basically sitting in his lap, taking turns to make out with him and in Malfoy's words, "make him feel welcome," while Celine and Ella talked quietly amongst themselves on the opposite side.

xXx

As they arrived at the Great Hall, Harry followed Celine and her friends to the Slytherin table where he promptly sat down amid looks of confusion. He heard people talking excitedly to each other as they discussed what was happening."What is he doing?" People were asking each other.

Other Slytherins had now arrived, and many were shooting Harry dirty looks. Seated between Celine and Ella with Jasmine and Olivia on the opposite side, Harry was attracting a great deal of attention from both the Slytherin males and females.

Looking down the table, it was evident that most of the Slytherin girls were not nearly as attractive as Malfoy and her friends, and judging by some of the looks on the male's faces, it was evident that he was sitting with the "crème de la crème." While everyone knew that he was basically there as Malfoy's slave, he could tell by their expressions that some of them would have been willing to give their left arm to swap places with him.

The rest of the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors were filing into the hall now and filling almost all of the empty benches. Many of the students were looking at him weirdly and talking amongst themselves, pointing and whispering. He ignored them. He was used to the attention, he was Harry Potter after all.

Opposite the hall, Harry could see Eve, Ron, and Hermione sitting with all of their friends, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, Lavendar, Ginny, etc. His sister had seen him as well and gave him a wave accompanied with an "I'm so sorry" look. He gave her a small smile and mouthed the words "I'm alright. Don't worry."

"I wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is this year." Ella said pleasantly as they waited for the first years to arrive.

Harry looked at the teacher's table and noticed that the DADA seat was indeed empty.

"I haven't heard from my father either who it is." Celine spoke on the other side of him. "It's such a shame they got rid of the werewolf last semester. He was actually pretty good."

Harry was a bit surprised when the other three nodded. While her snobbery against "non-humans" was clearly evident, it also seemed that she and her friends did appreciate good teaching.

"Unlike the two years before that, I actually learned something last year," Olivia said from across the table. "My little brother, however" and her voice turned disdainful, "was one of the idiots calling for Lupin's ouster as soon as they found out he was a werewolf."

"Mine too." Celine said, looking down the long table at where Draco Malfoy was sitting, talking obnoxiously to Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott. "He's such a little bitch, I'm ashamed to be related to him."

"Don't be so mean to your brothers," Jasmine said from across the table. "At least all of you have siblings. I'm an only child, growing up alone isn't that fun you know."

"Well now you have us." Ella beamed. "What Potter? Surprised that Slytherins actually aren't all mean and unfriendly?"

"Yes, a bit, to be honest." He admitted, but smiled.

Celine nodded. "We're nice towards each other and the people who we respect. However, slave, not many people fit into that category."

They were now sorting the first years, and Harry began to feel out of place. Celine and her friends eagerly joined in with the rest of the Slytherins in welcoming every new first year sorted into Salazar's house.

Harry did not clap but he did not boo either, unlike what some of his Gryffindor friends were doing on the other side of the hall. He felt a bit ashamed that people, even his friends, would actually boo and heckle first years getting sorted – although the Slytherins were clearly no angels either as they booed and heckled every single first year sorted into Gryffindor. Like him, Celine and her friends did not do anything of the sort. They had more class than that.

Finally the sorting was done and Dumbledore stood up to say, "I have only two words to say to you. Tuck in."

Food magically appeared, and like all of the other students, most of the Slytherins were also just as delighted to see so many steaming and wonderful dishes magically appear in front of them.

Celine, however, looked unimpressed. "The servants at my manor do so much better than this crap." She sighed, and then smiled evilly at Harry. "But at least tonight I have a slave to feed me. Slave! Get me some of those Brussels sprouts."

He supposed this is where the commands began. "Yes, master." He stood up to spoon a few vegetables into her plate.

"Now feed me." She said brightly, looking at him with amused, icy blue eyes, her mouth opening wide. Harry did exactly that, stabbing a sprout onto his fork and then putting it into her mouth. Almost erotically, she licked the sprout off of his fork and chewed on it, looking both adorable yet elegant at the same time.

"That was pretty good, slave. Now another."

"Yes, master." Ella and Jasmine giggled watching them.

Olivia pouted across the table. "I want Potter to feed me too."

Celine finished her sprouts. "Of course, slave, feed my friends."

"A slice of that Beef Wellington, Potter." Olivia said, looking delighted when he stood up to obey her. "No, no, don't put it on my plate, in my mouth, ahh."

Throughout the meal the four girls traded him around to feed them. Though they were ordering him around, they were also quite nice and appreciative of his work. He had to admit, this wasn't actually that bad, he was expecting much more abuse than this going into the bet.

This thought was duly supported when, once again, he was clearly the center of attention at the large Slytherin table, even though he and Celine's group were sitting at the far end of it. Quite a number of jealous looks fell his way as he busied about trying to satisfy all four of them.

And if he had looked far enough, he would have noticed Draco Malfoy giving him a particularly venomous look when he was feeding Celine some rolls with his hands. However, it seemed that like most Slytherins, he was a bit intimidated by his sister and not too keen on crossing her the wrong way.

In fact, Harry soon realized, less Slytherins were bothering him now, than they would have before had he been sitting at the Gryffindor table. All of this was truly a bit odd, and most likely had something to do with the Slytherin system of hierarchy, and the fact that Celine and her friends were at the top of it.

At one point, a few of the burlier sixth and seventh year guys on the Quidditch team did stalk over and made their presence known.

"So Celine, you've got yourself a new slave, haven't you?" It was the 7th year chaser, Cassius Warrington, sneering at Harry, the two Slytherin beaters, Derrick and Bole, standing behind him.

Celine gazed up coolly. "Yes Cassius, not that it's any of your business. What do you want?"

"How come you and your friends aren't sitting with the rest of Quidditch team? I was looking forward to catching up with you about the summer, instead I find you here with this pathetic loser."

"'This pathetic loser' happened to kick your ass in the Quidditch final last year." Harry snapped, while Ella licked the Swedish meatball and sauce off of his fingers. (The girls had progressed from asking him to feed them with forks and spoons to just using his hands, as they claimed food tasted much better that way).

"Shut your mudblood mouth!" Warrington shouted angrily. "You're a fucking fourth year Gryffindork, don't you dare interrupt me. Go back to your fucking table."

"Potter is here as my guest."

"You mean your stupid slave. Because of your stupid bet with that Potter bitch. What exactly is the point of this? Your brother and I have been talking, we think you have a crush on Potter and-"

Celine stood up suddenly, slamming the table, causing half of the Slytherins around them to look over. "Really Warrington? You and dear Draco have been 'talking?' Because I care about what you two think? Don't make me laugh." She laughed anyway. "Do you want to fight right now? I will destroy you like I did last year when you bitched up a storm."

Warrington did not seem eager to fight her. "Don't be like this Celine," he said coldly. "It won't end well for you. Come on let's go." The three of them stomped off.

Celine sat down, rolling her eyes. "Stupid scumbag, can't aim a Quaffle to save his life and thinks it was my fault we lost last year." She huffed then smiled at him. "Slave, another sausage please."

Amazed at what had just happened, Harry complied without protest.

Dessert came and finished, and Dumbledore rose up to speak. Before he could, however, a loud BANG echoed through the room, and a twisted old wizard with a peg leg and magical eyeball stormed into the room, which freaked nearly everyone out.

"Ah yes, this is Alastor Moody, our new Defense against the Dark Arts professor this year." Dumbledore said calmly. "Now onto this year's events…"