Fuck I am really in Harry Potter!

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As I sat there, taking in the room's opulence and the estate, I couldn't help but notice a small table next to the bed. A tray with hot tea and a plate of fresh fruits was on the table. The aroma of the tea was tantalizing, and my stomach growled with hunger. I reached for the cup of tea, but my hands were weak, and I couldn't hold it.

Suddenly, I felt someone's soft hands helping me to bring the cup to my lips. I took a sip, which was the most delicious tea I had ever tasted. The tea was rich, fragrant, and flavorful, warming my body from the inside out. The fruits were sweet and juicy, and I couldn't help but devour them. The fruit flavors exploded in my mouth, and I couldn't help but appreciate their natural sweetness.

As I enjoyed my tea and fruits, I couldn't help but think that this grand room and the estate were a true reflection of the Malfoys' wealth, prestige, power, and fierce protectiveness. Everything in this room was a true masterpiece.

But my mind was filled with questions. "How did I get into this mess, and where are my brothers?"

As I turned around, I came face to face with that massive cleavage and tits. This time, I got a better view of them. They were larger than life, spilling out of a tight, low-cut gown. The skin was a creamy white, and I could see the faint outline of large, pink nipples. I couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Wow," I couldn't help but marvel.

"What did you say, Draco?" said the woman beside me, slapping the back of my head lightly, noticing my gaze.

"Mind your own business, woman," I retorted, rubbing the back of my head.

She slapped me again, this time harder. "That's not the way to speak with your mother, Draco," she scolded.

"What the hell, woman. You dare to...." I started but was interrupted by yet another slap.

"No more cursing, Draco. You are a pure-blood," she said firmly.

"I am not any pure-blood or some other..." I protested but was quickly silenced by another slap.

"Yes, you are a pure-blood. Now act like one," she insisted.

"I will fuckin..." I started but was once again interrupted by a slap.

"Mind your manners, Draco," she said sternly.

"For God's sake, please stop slapping me, woman. My head is starting to hurt from all this constant slapping," I begged.

But, of course, that only led to another slap.

"What now? Aren't I speaking politely, woman?" I asked, my frustration growing.

As she continued to slap me, I couldn't help but take a good look at her. And damn, she was gorgeous and a splitting image of Diora Baird.

Her figure was slender yet curvaceous, with an hourglass shape that left me breathless. Her skin was as pale as cream and as smooth as silk. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires, mesmerizing me with their intensity.

She was dressed in a stunning long green robe, reminiscent of queens from medieval times. The fabric flowed gracefully around her, highlighting her curves and giving her an air of regal elegance.

The robe was cinched at her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. The plunging neckline revealed a massive cleavage, leaving me wanting more.

A pair of silver earrings embedded with deep green gems glimmered on her ears, adding a touch of luxury to her appearance. The silver of the earrings matched perfectly with the silver belt cinching her waist, making her look like a queen ready to rule.

And her hair, oh her hair. It was a beautiful shade of blonde, reaching all the way down to her waist, and it was so shiny and silky that I couldn't help but wonder what kind of conditioner she used. She had styled her hair in loose waves, framing her face and highlighting her high cheekbones.

A few strands of hair had come loose from her bun, framing her face and giving her a wild and untamed look. I couldn't help but want to run my fingers through her hair, feeling its silky softness.

As she relentlessly unleashed her fury upon me, I couldn't help but be entranced by her seductive appearance. Her figure was even more curvaceous than I had initially realized.

Her skin was not just pale as a cream but also had a slight rosy flush on her cheeks and a soft, dewy sheen that made her look even more alluring.

Her breasts were full and round, and I couldn't help but notice how they were trying to break free from the fabric of her dress. The dress was straining against her chest, revealing the outline of her nipples and leaving me with a burning desire to touch them.

I couldn't help but notice how her hair swayed with each movement, like a golden waterfall cascading down her back. Her movements were graceful, almost dance-like, as she precisely delivered each slap. Damn it, had she undergone extensive training to perfect her slapping skills?

I relished in the thought of making her scream in bed later for the punishment she was giving me now. I couldn't help but imagine how I could make her moan. The thought of dominating her and making her submit to my every desire sent shivers down my spine.

I would make her mine, one way or another. And I would enjoy every moment, even as she punished me for my misdeeds. My mind was already working on ways to make her scream my name, in both pain and pleasure. And I couldn't wait to see how it all would play out.

But before I could fully take in her loveliness, the bedroom door opened, and a tall, imposing figure stridden into the room like he owned the place. At first glance, I couldn't help but think, is that dude cosplaying as a woman?

If so, he's hitting the marked spot. We just need a bit of lipstick; we have a queen. But as I took in more details about his appearance, I realized it was none other than Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy, the infamous asshole from the Harry Potter series, standing before me in the flesh. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was just as I remembered him from the books and movies, but in real life, he was even more intimidating in not a good way.

I stared at him, taking in his tall and thin frame, hooked nose, and pale skin. He had a look of disdain on his face and carried himself with an air of superiority. He was dressed in a sleek, black robe accentuating his lean build. His hair was slicked back with precision, giving him a menacing WOMANLY appearance.

But as I looked at the woman sitting on the bed, she gave me a reassuring smile as if she knew what I was thinking.

He surveyed the room critically, taking in every detail with a sneer of contempt. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he looked at me. It was a weird look.

"So you are awake, Draco. I won't expect any less from an heir of the Most Ancient And Noble House Of Malfoys," Lucius said coldly, his voice cutting through the room's silence.

He sounded cold and calculating as I remembered him from the books.

I couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of it all. "When did the Malfoys become The Most Ancient?" I thought out loud, unable to contain my amusement.

"Ahem! Forget the minor details, Draco," the woman beside me, Narcissa Malfoy, scolded, her voice laced with a hint of amusement, despite her stern tone. I couldn't help but notice the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

As I sat there staring at the imposing figure of Lucius Malfoy, the reality of my situation began to sink in. Fuck I am really in Harry Potter! And I have gotten my ass transmigrated into the body of none others than Draco Malfoy.

Shit, I wasn't prepared for this! Is this the cannon or an AU? One look at Narcissa was all I needed to get my answer. It's a FUCKING AU. Damn it! What am I gonna do?

Will I be required to fight with Dumbledore, or will I get caught up in all his Manipulations? Or worse, what will I do when that snake-faced bastard shows up.

My future is looking spectacular, filled with crucios and Avada Kedavra. Ah, Great, The life I always dreamed about!

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