"Is this okay, master?"
Cassandra's somewhat stiff voice sounded.
You could hear that she felt awkward, awkward about the current situation.
"Hmm, cough, cough..." Harry coughed twice to hide his discomfort, but his hand placed itself unsteadily on Cassandra's thigh.
Of course, being a gentleman, Harry's hand didn't wander, but rested merely on Cassandra's thigh.
Through the skirt, he could still feel the amazing suppleness of her smooth thigh.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this for who knows how long until Cassandra suddenly broke the silence.
"Shall I feed you some fruit?"
"Sure." Harry said with a cheeky grin, "But — don't use a fork."
"Then what should I use?" Cassandra asked in puzzlement.
"Like this..." Harry lifted a hand from Cassandra's thigh, reached across her waist, picked up a cherry from the fruit plate, and bit it in his mouth, hinting to her, "Just like this, you feed me with it in your mouth..."
However, her response was icy words from Cassandra.
"Are you eating or not?"
Harry suddenly stood at attention.
But at the same time, he felt the vibe return.
Could it be... she has broken free from my magic spell?
Harry was a bit puzzled, but the maid sitting on his lap showed no intention of getting up.
So maybe she hasn't broken free?
"What do you mean eat or not?" Harry began to play dumb.
Cassandra expressionlessly picked up a grape from the fruit plate beside her and handed it to Harry's mouth.
Her expression clearly said, 'My patience is limited.'
This confused Harry greatly, was she on board or not?
Or perhaps the mind control only worked to a limited degree?
Oh, I've retained a bit of Cassandra's temper just so you know you're controlling Cassandra?
Alright then...
Just as he opened his mouth and began to speak, a grape slid slickly and smoothly down his throat.
"Gulp."
The grape went down with one swallow from Harry, without even time for peeling or chewing.
"Eat more grapes, it's good for your health." Cassandra said coldly as she watched him swallow the grape, "Look at your clumsy self, grapes aren't eaten like that, you need to peel them... oh, I forgot, you're a Muggle master, how would you even know how grapes should be eaten?"
Harry remembered, it was during the first year's Christmas, Cassandra fed him grapes, but he was too nervous and swallowed them in one gulp.
Back then, Cassandra had a similar look of disdain, but did not include the word 'master' in her speech.
Harry suddenly felt a pang of conscience, feeling it was somewhat inhuman to control Cassandra in this way.
So he tried to break off his control over Cassandra.
However, Cassandra, as if nothing had happened, continued to sit on his lap feeding him fruit.
Even when his mind went blank, she reached out with her fingers to wipe away the watermelon juice from his corner of his mouth, staining her immaculate white gloves with a vivid red hue.
It must be said the stark contrast had a visual impact.
Harry: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Hadn't I already broken off my control over her? Why is she still like this?
Could it be... the control is too strong?
"Anything else you'd like to eat?" Cassandra asked warmly after finishing feeding the fruit plate, "If there's anything else you want, I'll ask Dobby to prepare it for you, my master."
"Guess not." Harry shook his head.
"Oh." Cassandra nodded, careful to wipe the remaining fruit residue off Harry's lips with her fingers.
Then, she lifted her fingers with a silent spell to clean up, instantly restoring her gloves back to their immaculate, pristine state.
Harry decided to test Cassandra, to see what exactly was going on with her now.
"What time is it now?" he asked.
"It's already 9 PM." Cassandra replied, "Is there anything else you need, my master?"
"A qualified maid should understand what 'bed service' means." Harry displayed a mischievous smile, "Of course, as a reasonable master, I don't need bed service from you — just warm the bed for me, alright?"
Upon hearing Harry mention 'bed service,' Cassandra's face suddenly turned crimson, and you could faintly see steam coming from her head.
Her fist was tightly clenched; however, it relaxed again when Harry said 'warm the bed.'
Well, just warming the bed, that's part of a maid's duties.
Cassandra hypnotized herself, stealing a glance at Harry, and said, "That would be my honor— then please allow me to retire first. As for bathing you, I'll let Dobby handle it, don't you agree?"
Harry, understanding when to quit while ahead, nodded vigorously, "Sure, sure, I'll have Dobby help me bathe—"
With that, he quickly left the place, running towards the bathroom.
Once Harry's figure vanished from sight, Cassandra covered her already flushed cheeks and squatted on the ground.
Ugh... that rascal Potter...
Where did he learn all of this mischief?
Don't let me find out, or else I'll definitely...
Yet she remembered the agreement with Harry, and after pausing on the ground for a while, she shakily stood up, took her floating steps to Harry's bedroom, lifted the covers, and lay down.
Okay then, it's just for a day's role as a maid...
She was hypnotizing herself internally.
In fact, she really was mind-controlled by Harry at the start.
However, as the Malfoy Clan's heiress, Mr. Septimus couldn't possibly leave her without some strange magical items.
And coincidentally, the necklace she wore now was the Merlin's Secret Treasure she had once stolen from the family vault.
Mental control only lasted a few seconds before the Ancient Magic protection from Merlin's Secret Treasure dispelled it.
But still...
Cassandra was willing to play along with him as a role-play, as they were nominally in a master-servant relationship before—although Cassandra never thought so, everyone else did.
So, she also thought to take this chance to make up for that awful Potter.
So he wouldn't hold a grudge and go find that wicked woman, Grindelwald.
Look at him now, by Merlin above, that once sweet Harry had been led astray by that wicked woman, Grindelwald, into this state!
Cassandra had to admit she always viewed Harry through a filter of their past.
Even if Harry was getting more slippery now, in Cassandra's eyes, it was just because he had been led astray by 'that wicked woman, Grindelwald.'
But still...
When Harry, that nasty fellow, finishes bathing and comes here, what will he do?
Cassandra's mind was in turmoil, extremely scattered.
She had no idea what unreasonable requests Harry might make, nor did she dare imagine his degree of improperness now.
If he does make those kinds of naughty requests, should she oblige or not?
Cassandra kind of wanted to agree, fearing such a thing could also be preempted by that wicked Grindelwald.
That bad woman already took Harry's first kiss, and what if she takes his innocence too!
But if she agreed, her longstanding ladylike etiquette made it hard to accept.
In the conflict of mind and conscience, Cassandra pulled the covers up like an ostrich.
Ai—forget it, no...
She hadn't fully given up when the sound of the door opening was heard.
"Kathy?"
Harry's voice reached her ears.
"Are you still here?" he asked.
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