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A/N : OK so i have been asked to include Flure in this and i have to say sorry it aint gonna happen i cant write flure to save myself so sorry but nop no flur
in the next few chapters we are going to see some things that are a little darker and im thinking about an insest scene so what i would like is to know how people feel about it so send me a note to parsious@hotmail.com if you have strong feelings about it either way

Chapter 8: A New Touch

It took several minutes for Hermione to regain her senses after the massive orgasm. Soon she started moaning softly again due to the continued stimulation in her nether regions. Looking up she found Harry's eyes and was somewhat astounded to see them full of the most wonderful expression of pride. That look made her day, sure the vibrations of the new toys was nice and having Luna walk in on her like that lord that was interesting. But that look that look, that look was pure gold to her. The look spoke volumes to her and was one that she would do almost anything to keep in place.

"Did you like that, Angel?"

"Y.. yes, master" she answered and Harry noticed she was having some slight problems keeping her voice steady.

"You know my pet." Began Harry with some indignation. "You managed to get Luna all wet and sticky."

Looking over at Luna harry tried valiantly to keep the laughter from his voice as he asked, "Would you like Hermione to clean you up Luna? I don't think you would want to drip all over the corridor would you? Who knows what manner of creature you might encounter."

Luna looked at harry for a moment as if she as trying to read his meaning and then with her normal dreamy expression settling back onto her face she smiled.

"How kind of you to offer Harry, you are of course right. It is the right time of year for Singlors to be a problem and I wouldn't like any of them to decide to use me as a nesting location."

Luna stood and moved toward the bed as Hermione watched her move a sense of dread started to cloud her mind. While Hermione had been raised in a very open household and as such had nothing against homosexuals at all, that was in theory. She had never had any thoughts all about being with another witch and when harry had mentioned it the other day she honestly hadn't thought about it which given the state she was in at the time was probably understandable. Now though being faced with the reality of the situation she really didn't know if she could do it. Her nipples however told a different story, a story that was independent of the problems her higher brain functions were having with the idea. Her nipples like her subconscious understood she was not gay and they also understood that she really had no say in the activity she was sure was about to take place and they were totally fine with that lack of choice.

Hermione's face had turned cherry red by the time Luna reached her and her nipples were solidly announcing her arousal. In no time Luna had taken off her shoes and was standing over Hermione's head. Hermione's eyes flicked between Harry and Luna as panic started to show on her face.

Harry knew that he was pushing her somewhat as she had never been with a girl before and as far as he knew had never really thought about it. He was very aware of the slight tingle in his chest that could only be the safeword charm. It was giving him a clear sign that while not overstepping it; she was beginning to reach some sort of limit of what she thought herself willing. He took her still bound hand in his and giving the hand a brief reassuring squeeze said with confidence, "I am sure Hermione will do an excellent job and get you clean in no time. Wont you slut?"

Hermione looked at Harry and tried to gather strength from him as she nodded uncertainly. Harry smiled at his slave a last time before her face was lost under Luna's thighs and he let go of the hand. Settling herself lightly on Hermione's face Luna started to chat to Harry as if she did this every day. In her normal sing-song Voice she asked harry how hard the work in his classes was compared to last year's OWL work. NEWT's were after all in her future too.

The normality with which Luna acted in this situation was bizarre, bizarre but somehow comforting at that. And so Hermione was able to tune out the conversation as Harry and Luna began a discussion about the most boring things they had in school while Hermione continued to writhe bound on the bed.

~*~

Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. The two dildos were working hard to keep her nether regions on fire and Harry was essentially letting her be used her as toilet tissue, By a GIRL! By LUNA! She was having a good deal of trouble thinking straight. The dizziness from her orgasm never passed and her face, if it could have been seen was deep red from the humiliation.

'Nothing more than toilet paper.' She said to herself as her hips jerked at the thought and she moaned. She was sure that without the confidence Harry had in her she wouldn't be able to do this. The look up between Luna's legs promised a wet future, and it became true when the girl without much obvious care sat down on her face. Her face was immediately soaked in Luna's juices the smell took her breath away when Luna lifted her sex a little. The smell was strangely intoxicating but at the moment she was unsure if this was due to the situation or the fact that Harry gave her no choice.

She could hear Harry and Luna talking, they were talking classes as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 'Because I am just the toilet... the bidet' her memory added. The degradation she felt at that thought almost made her cum and so she began to lick another girl for the first time. From the side of Luna's thighs up to her little clit, the shaven pussy lips to her entrance. Hermione made sure to pay attention to Luna's folds which leaked a seemingly never ending stream of girl cum. Hermione soon realised that the only way to finish her duty was to bring Luna to another orgasm. So with a determination to make her master proud of her she kept her attention on the growing clit, licking and sucking what she could only feel. Small moans and the rocking of Luna's hips soon followed her own. When Luna finally came, she squirted in Hermiones mouth, who had no chance but to swallow. 'Flushed down,' the thought brought her over the edge.

Harry was amused when he learned how quiet Luna could climax, only a strained moan and a shudder for some seconds. She kept her game face almost perfectly. Never running out of topics, although that said some of them were even strange for her.

When she was finished, she just got off the bed, picked up her clothes and started to dress. As Luna finished getting redressed she reached down to caress Hermione's breast and left the suite to a very aroused Harry and a panting Hermione.

Poking her head back into the room she smiled and said, "Thanks Harry, the Ravenclaw toilets can be a bit crowded sometimes"

Realising how exhausted his slave was Harry quickly shrunk the dildo's and eased them out of Hermione and removed the cuffs at her hands and feet. As he looked down to tell her how proud of her he was he noticed with a smirk that his pet was fast asleep already.

Harry just sat there for a moment. He was still hard, but the sight before him made him hesitate his girl had shown such commitment she was so devoted and as such he decided rather than waking her for a blowjob he would let her sleep. Her face and hair was covered in Luna's sticky secretions. She had done that for him. 'How is it that I deserve such devotion?' he wondered silently. Shaking his head he eventually came to the conclusion that he didn't know, but what he knew was that he never wanted to let her go.

Harry Lay back and smiled as Hermione shifted in her sleep to curl about his feet at the bottom of the bed. 'Even in her sleep she knows her place.'

Harry thought about things that were coming up in his life and began to wonder how people would react to their situation. He knew that as long as their grades didn't suffer the teachers wouldn't say much. And the students... well, they change their minds about him enough already since he arrived in this world. Hero, Heir of all evil, poor target of badass Black, cheater, lunatic/. /

/'Nice series.' /He snorted to himself 'Maybe they would add pervert this year. See if I care... '

Having said that he was a little worried about three group's one was Ron and his family what would they say when they found out. The second was the Headmistress. While he knew the teachers really had no say in his personal life he liked the old battleaxe and respected her greatly. With any luck the Victorian views of the wizarding community would take care of the first two groups eventually but the third group was worrying him. Hermione's parents now they were an unknown. He knew they were both dentists and as such he expected them to be somewhat traditional and serious people and as such he was worried about their reaction. Harry closed his eyes and worried about their reaction he did not want to make Hermione lie to them and knowing about the loss of family all to well Harry could never make her choose between him and them. So all he had to work out now was how to determine their reactions to the chosen lifestyle of their daughter.

~*~

Harry slipped off into a deep sleep and almost immediately he began to dream. His dream was interesting and if asked later he would say that it was likely some subconscious wish that encompassed the perfect situation.

With a muggle baseball cap hide his scar, the quick use of a previously unknown secret passage and the knight bus Harry was back in the south London area. It took less than an hour from the school to the front door of the Grangers and he was thankful that the knight buss could navigate to addresses little more than knowing who lived there. Who would have thought that it would be so easy to find someone?

For a moment sitting on the front step under his invisibility cloak harry nervously pondered the problem of the moment. Of course he was nervous, after all, just how do you start a conversation like this one?

'Hi Mr. Granger. Please don't kill me but I just thought you need to know your daughter has decided that she wants to be my slave I hope you don't mind.' Harry snorted in amusement with that thought. 'OK so that's not the best conversation start in the world.'

Making the decision to just get to know the couple a bit better under the guise of being Hermione's new boyfriend he raised off the step slipped the cloak into his pocket and took the last step to the door. As he reached the door he encountered an odd sound. Knowing he should not look through the window he hesitated for a moment until finally he let his curiosity get the better of him. Stepping up to the window he peered in and the scene that he was presented with was very enlightening.

"I really don't know if I should be surprised... " Harry muttered to himself.

In the middle of the lounge of a nice upscale house in a nicer upscale area was an older version of Hermione standing proudly facing away from him. She was dressed in lacy black stockings held up by a leather garter belt. A leather corset covered her back and in one long black opera gloved hand was a long thin cane. As Harry's eyes travelled down to her feet he saw a man kneeling on the plush carpet he couldn't tell if it was Hermione's father because the only thing the man was wearing was a black leather hood and some kind of strange metal band at his waist.

Harry stepped back to the step and sat down to think about what he had seen.

~*~

Harry woke from the dream with a snort of amusement. Looking about he noticed it was dark outside and Hermione was hugging his legs. Sometime during her sleep she had moved up slightly and her head was resting on his upper thigh her face maidenly close to his slowly hardening member. Sighing he relaxed into the feeling of the girl at his feet as he thought about the dream. After some thought about it he decided that the dream was just that, a dream. A pleasant dream to be sure but the chances of his slaves parents being involved in the lifestyle and thus understanding were far too slim for it to be anything but a dream. With that thought Harry started to wrack his brain to come up with a way to approach Hermione's parents.

~*~