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Chapter 1 – Luna and the Grangers
Luna is just herself and Harry is visiting Hermione's parents for the first time.
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Another different way of looking at things
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
Notice (KIND OF VERY, VERY IMPORTANT – READ THIS OR BE CONFUSED) :
Ok, here the thing. This story is heavily inspired by "A different way of looking at things" by radiofishlip. You'll find it in my favourites.
If you don't know "A different way looking at things" don't read this any further. Read that one first. Do it NOW. It's a good one. Do nothing else.
Because this story is a spin-off. Another different way to look at it. It's like a bonus pack. Like a HP fanfic to HP canon. Some things are different. Some things are the same. So read the original to know what it's about.
Chapter one of this story is equal to chapter eight of radiofishlip's. It spins off there, since that chapter was a collaboration.
If you can't understand this you are either worse than me with this language or are too young to read astory of this rating.
Oh, and I know that I set too many commas. I hid one extra for every reader. So if you find one where it doesn't belong feel free to keep it.
And while I am at it. I like to jump in my timeline. Sometimes to follow a single (side-)storyline, sometimes just because. Should that confuse you – think about it. ...Good luck!
So, here it goes...
Chapter 1 – Luna and the Grangers
It took several minutes for Hermione to come to her senses again, but it took only a short time after that for her to start moaning softly again due to the continued stimulation in her pussy and ass. When she looked up she saw Harry smiling down on her with an expression of pride in his eyes.
“Did you like that, Angel?”
“Y.. yes, Master” she answered with slight problems to keep her voice steady.
“But you got Luna all wet and sticky, my pet.” Harry said with a hint of indignation. He turned to address the other girl. “Would you like for Hermione to get you clean, Luna? You’d drip all over the corridors if you didn’t clean that up, after all...”
Luna’s expression became as dreamy as ever. She met Hermione’s shocked eyes as she answered him. “How nice of you, Harry, to let me use your slave for that. I’d catch some sniglors otherwise” she stated matter of factly. “They are going around this time of year, you know?” At the end her voice was lowered conspiratorially, as if nobody knew that.
Hermione’s face turned cherry red by the time Luna reached the bed, but her nipples poking thin air were stating her arousal clearly.
In no time Luna had taken off her shoes and was standing over Hermione’s head, who altered her eyes between Harry and the view from under Luna’s skirt. Panic started to appear on her face.
Harry knew that he was pushing her. She has never been with a girl before. Between that and the fact that she was to be used essentially as tissue paper could not been easy for her. He was very aware of the safe word spell, a sign that while not overstepping it, she was reaching the limits of what she thought herself willing. He took her still bound hand in his and said in confidence:” I am sure Hermione will do an excellent job and get you clean in no time.”
He smiled at his slave a last time before her head disappeared under Luna’s skirt and he let go of her hand. Luna behaved as is she was sitting on a normal toilet and was chatting to someone in the next stall, as if she did this every day. Without further ado she sat down on Hermione’s face and began asking Harry in her normal sing-song tone if the teacher had any other topic when he started his sixth year, other than the NEWTs. They were two years away, after all...
The normality with which Luna acted in this situation was bizarre, but infectious at that. And so he 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 neither regions on fire. And Harry let her being used as cleaning paper. By a GIRL!. By LUNA! She couldn’t think straight. The dizziness from her orgasm never passed. Her face was deep red from the humiliation. Nothing more than toilet paper she said to herself, and her hips jerked at the thought. She moaned. She was sure that without Harry's confidence she couldn’t do this. The look up between Luna’s leg promised a wet future, and it became true when the girl, without much care, sat down on her face. It was immediately soaked in Luna’s juices and without any other source of air under the skirt the smell took her breath away when Luna lifted her sex a little.
She could hear her voice. And Harry’s. 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 almost made her cum. And so she began to lick another girl for the first time. From the side of Luna’s thighs, her little clit, the shaven pussy lips to her entrance, which leaked a never-ending stream of girlcum. Hermione soon realised that the only way to finish her duty was to bring Luna to another orgasm. So she kept nippling the growing clit, licking and sucking what she could not see, but only feel. Small moans and the rocking of Luna’s hips soon followed her own. When Luna finally came, she squirted in Hermione's mouth, who had no chance but to swallow. Flushed down. The thought brought her over the edge.
Harry soon 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, some of them were even strange for her.
When she was finished, she just got off the bed, picked up her panties and pulled them up. With a final “Thanks Harry, the Ravenclaw toilets can be a bit crowded sometimes” she left the suite to a very aroused Harry and a panting Hermione.
He realised how exhausted his slave was and quickly shrunk the dildos back, took them out and removed the cuffs off Hermione’s hands and feet. His pet was fast asleep already.
Harry just stood there for a moment. He was still hard, but the sight before him let him hesitate. His Hermione had shown such commitment, was so devoted. She deserved better than to be fucked while she was too weak to enjoy it. Her whole face and hair was covered in Luna’s sticky girlcum. She had done that for him. How can I deserve such a devotion? he wondered. He didn’t know, but what he knew was that he never wanted to let her go.
As long as her grades were ok, Harry knew, the teacher had not much business making them problems. And the students... well, they change their mind already every day. Hero, Heir of all evil, poor target of bad ass Black, cheater, lunatic... nice series. Maybe it’s just pervert this year. As long as we keep this suite, they can see if I care...
What could be a problem would be Hermione’s parents. Harry could never make her choose between him and them. Never. So he had to know how deep the waters where with the Grangers. If he could somehow make sure they were ok with their daughter being his slave...
Still contemplating the lovely sight before him, he tried to put the whole matter into words for a letter. As if I was ever any good at letters... no, this has to be done face to face. And why not now?A plan formed in his mind. A note left on the bed promised his quick return from an errand he had to run...
With basic means to hide his scar (aka ball cap), quick use of the secret passage and the knight bus Harry was in Manchester. If not the street, Harry knew the city Hermione’s parents were living in. But that’s what telephone books, such as the one in the cell in front of him, and cabs are for. It took not even an hour from the school to the front door of the Grangers.
Who would have thought.
Of course he was nervous, after all, how do you start a conversation like this one?
An odd sound made it through the door. He knew he should not look through the window, but what he saw was very enlightening. I really don’t know if I should be surprised...
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The way back was much quicker, Harry just apparated back to Hogsmeat, took the passage and, just like that, was back. He even brought some chinese food with him. Warming charm and all. Harry was in a good mood.
The talk with the Grangers went surprisingly well. They had recognized his name from the frequent letters Hermione sent them. These were heavily censored, but it was enough to boil it down to: Harry Potter = good guy. Which was a good thing. Not even one “did you really do all of this?” Well, that could also be because Mrs Granger had only disguised her leather outfit with a bathing robe. It was pretty fast pretty clear who had the balls in their relationship.
Probably only a Gryffindor like Harry would be so straight forward to call her out on it and to start addressing her as a fellow mistress after that. He would not let embarrassment get in the way. His or theirs. ‘Be polite, but direct’. Obviously ‘Mistress Granger’ liked that. It seemed Harry had still the no-nonsense look, if he just put some steel into his eyes. They had acknowledged the dominating personalities in each other. And so she didn’t even bat an eye when he told her, he had taken ownership over Hermione. But had an evil glint in them when they agreed to let her in the dark about her parents lifestyle.
But in hindsight, Harry had to admit, it was a little bit strange with a muted Mr. Granger sitting at her feet wearing only a leather hood with two little hole over his nostrils for breathing. ...and a raging hard-on, of which his Mistress seem to be really proud.
They even had time to share a little history. It seems that after Hermione went to Hogwarts to become a fully qualified witch, normal or boring were not the terms coming to their mind to fill the free time the Grangers suddenly had. So they were young, and they were naughty, and apparently had now a well working Mistress and slave relationship developed over the years. Her husband worked only part time. “When he is not tied up in other things. But I couldn’t stop...” The look in her eyes at that certainly said that Mistress Granger really, really loved being a dentist.
Hermione had no idea...Oh, this will be so much fun.
Even the invite for Christmas to “check that her daughter is trained well”. Harry had the feeling that if not, it would be time for dental check-up.
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Hermione woke up to the sun setting, bathing the room in a red light. At first she had trouble opening her eyes. The dried cum had glued them together.
She felt content. Satisfied. Still a little sore from the orgasm she had. And she had pushed herself really well. Remembering how she was used was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She had done well. Despite the initial panic.
She was glad Harry trusted her so much, that he knew she’d do well. Glad that he knew she could do it. But her Master was nowhere in sight. Hermione stretched a last time in the warm bed and was about to get out of it to search for him when the note caught her eyes.
Slut,
I have an errand to run, but will be back shortly.
Rest and get yourself clean. I allow you to soak in the bath as long as you like. You don’t leave the suite, so stay naked. If you want food and don’t mind Dobby seeing you naked, call him. But I will bring something back with me.
I can’t tell how proud I am of you, pet. I know it was not easy for you, but you have done so well. You have earned a reward for that. I allow you to choose the time and place I am going to fuck you next.
Your Master
Hermione had tears in her eyes by the end of the short note. She was so lucky to be Harry’s. Her stomach grumbled, but of course food from Harry would be miles better than anything Dobby could bring her. And to be naked in front of him. No, better get in the tub.
Meanwhile her thoughts went wild. Where in the castle would Harry like to fuck...?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
Notice (KIND OF VERY, VERY IMPORTANT – READ THIS OR BE CONFUSED) :
Ok, here the thing. This story is heavily inspired by "A different way of looking at things" by radiofishlip. You'll find it in my favourites.
If you don't know "A different way looking at things" don't read this any further. Read that one first. Do it NOW. It's a good one. Do nothing else.
Because this story is a spin-off. Another different way to look at it. It's like a bonus pack. Like a HP fanfic to HP canon. Some things are different. Some things are the same. So read the original to know what it's about.
Chapter one of this story is equal to chapter eight of radiofishlip's. It spins off there, since that chapter was a collaboration.
If you can't understand this you are either worse than me with this language or are too young to read astory of this rating.
Oh, and I know that I set too many commas. I hid one extra for every reader. So if you find one where it doesn't belong feel free to keep it.
And while I am at it. I like to jump in my timeline. Sometimes to follow a single (side-)storyline, sometimes just because. Should that confuse you – think about it. ...Good luck!
So, here it goes...
Chapter 1 – Luna and the Grangers
It took several minutes for Hermione to come to her senses again, but it took only a short time after that for her to start moaning softly again due to the continued stimulation in her pussy and ass. When she looked up she saw Harry smiling down on her with an expression of pride in his eyes.
“Did you like that, Angel?”
“Y.. yes, Master” she answered with slight problems to keep her voice steady.
“But you got Luna all wet and sticky, my pet.” Harry said with a hint of indignation. He turned to address the other girl. “Would you like for Hermione to get you clean, Luna? You’d drip all over the corridors if you didn’t clean that up, after all...”
Luna’s expression became as dreamy as ever. She met Hermione’s shocked eyes as she answered him. “How nice of you, Harry, to let me use your slave for that. I’d catch some sniglors otherwise” she stated matter of factly. “They are going around this time of year, you know?” At the end her voice was lowered conspiratorially, as if nobody knew that.
Hermione’s face turned cherry red by the time Luna reached the bed, but her nipples poking thin air were stating her arousal clearly.
In no time Luna had taken off her shoes and was standing over Hermione’s head, who altered her eyes between Harry and the view from under Luna’s skirt. Panic started to appear on her face.
Harry knew that he was pushing her. She has never been with a girl before. Between that and the fact that she was to be used essentially as tissue paper could not been easy for her. He was very aware of the safe word spell, a sign that while not overstepping it, she was reaching the limits of what she thought herself willing. He took her still bound hand in his and said in confidence:” I am sure Hermione will do an excellent job and get you clean in no time.”
He smiled at his slave a last time before her head disappeared under Luna’s skirt and he let go of her hand. Luna behaved as is she was sitting on a normal toilet and was chatting to someone in the next stall, as if she did this every day. Without further ado she sat down on Hermione’s face and began asking Harry in her normal sing-song tone if the teacher had any other topic when he started his sixth year, other than the NEWTs. They were two years away, after all...
The normality with which Luna acted in this situation was bizarre, but infectious at that. And so he 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 neither regions on fire. And Harry let her being used as cleaning paper. By a GIRL!. By LUNA! She couldn’t think straight. The dizziness from her orgasm never passed. Her face was deep red from the humiliation. Nothing more than toilet paper she said to herself, and her hips jerked at the thought. She moaned. She was sure that without Harry's confidence she couldn’t do this. The look up between Luna’s leg promised a wet future, and it became true when the girl, without much care, sat down on her face. It was immediately soaked in Luna’s juices and without any other source of air under the skirt the smell took her breath away when Luna lifted her sex a little.
She could hear her voice. And Harry’s. 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 almost made her cum. And so she began to lick another girl for the first time. From the side of Luna’s thighs, her little clit, the shaven pussy lips to her entrance, which leaked a never-ending stream of girlcum. Hermione soon realised that the only way to finish her duty was to bring Luna to another orgasm. So she kept nippling the growing clit, licking and sucking what she could not see, but only feel. Small moans and the rocking of Luna’s hips soon followed her own. When Luna finally came, she squirted in Hermione's mouth, who had no chance but to swallow. Flushed down. The thought brought her over the edge.
Harry soon 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, some of them were even strange for her.
When she was finished, she just got off the bed, picked up her panties and pulled them up. With a final “Thanks Harry, the Ravenclaw toilets can be a bit crowded sometimes” she left the suite to a very aroused Harry and a panting Hermione.
He realised how exhausted his slave was and quickly shrunk the dildos back, took them out and removed the cuffs off Hermione’s hands and feet. His pet was fast asleep already.
Harry just stood there for a moment. He was still hard, but the sight before him let him hesitate. His Hermione had shown such commitment, was so devoted. She deserved better than to be fucked while she was too weak to enjoy it. Her whole face and hair was covered in Luna’s sticky girlcum. She had done that for him. How can I deserve such a devotion? he wondered. He didn’t know, but what he knew was that he never wanted to let her go.
As long as her grades were ok, Harry knew, the teacher had not much business making them problems. And the students... well, they change their mind already every day. Hero, Heir of all evil, poor target of bad ass Black, cheater, lunatic... nice series. Maybe it’s just pervert this year. As long as we keep this suite, they can see if I care...
What could be a problem would be Hermione’s parents. Harry could never make her choose between him and them. Never. So he had to know how deep the waters where with the Grangers. If he could somehow make sure they were ok with their daughter being his slave...
Still contemplating the lovely sight before him, he tried to put the whole matter into words for a letter. As if I was ever any good at letters... no, this has to be done face to face. And why not now?A plan formed in his mind. A note left on the bed promised his quick return from an errand he had to run...
With basic means to hide his scar (aka ball cap), quick use of the secret passage and the knight bus Harry was in Manchester. If not the street, Harry knew the city Hermione’s parents were living in. But that’s what telephone books, such as the one in the cell in front of him, and cabs are for. It took not even an hour from the school to the front door of the Grangers.
Who would have thought.
Of course he was nervous, after all, how do you start a conversation like this one?
An odd sound made it through the door. He knew he should not look through the window, but what he saw was very enlightening. I really don’t know if I should be surprised...
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The way back was much quicker, Harry just apparated back to Hogsmeat, took the passage and, just like that, was back. He even brought some chinese food with him. Warming charm and all. Harry was in a good mood.
The talk with the Grangers went surprisingly well. They had recognized his name from the frequent letters Hermione sent them. These were heavily censored, but it was enough to boil it down to: Harry Potter = good guy. Which was a good thing. Not even one “did you really do all of this?” Well, that could also be because Mrs Granger had only disguised her leather outfit with a bathing robe. It was pretty fast pretty clear who had the balls in their relationship.
Probably only a Gryffindor like Harry would be so straight forward to call her out on it and to start addressing her as a fellow mistress after that. He would not let embarrassment get in the way. His or theirs. ‘Be polite, but direct’. Obviously ‘Mistress Granger’ liked that. It seemed Harry had still the no-nonsense look, if he just put some steel into his eyes. They had acknowledged the dominating personalities in each other. And so she didn’t even bat an eye when he told her, he had taken ownership over Hermione. But had an evil glint in them when they agreed to let her in the dark about her parents lifestyle.
But in hindsight, Harry had to admit, it was a little bit strange with a muted Mr. Granger sitting at her feet wearing only a leather hood with two little hole over his nostrils for breathing. ...and a raging hard-on, of which his Mistress seem to be really proud.
They even had time to share a little history. It seems that after Hermione went to Hogwarts to become a fully qualified witch, normal or boring were not the terms coming to their mind to fill the free time the Grangers suddenly had. So they were young, and they were naughty, and apparently had now a well working Mistress and slave relationship developed over the years. Her husband worked only part time. “When he is not tied up in other things. But I couldn’t stop...” The look in her eyes at that certainly said that Mistress Granger really, really loved being a dentist.
Hermione had no idea...Oh, this will be so much fun.
Even the invite for Christmas to “check that her daughter is trained well”. Harry had the feeling that if not, it would be time for dental check-up.
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Hermione woke up to the sun setting, bathing the room in a red light. At first she had trouble opening her eyes. The dried cum had glued them together.
She felt content. Satisfied. Still a little sore from the orgasm she had. And she had pushed herself really well. Remembering how she was used was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She had done well. Despite the initial panic.
She was glad Harry trusted her so much, that he knew she’d do well. Glad that he knew she could do it. But her Master was nowhere in sight. Hermione stretched a last time in the warm bed and was about to get out of it to search for him when the note caught her eyes.
Slut,
I have an errand to run, but will be back shortly.
Rest and get yourself clean. I allow you to soak in the bath as long as you like. You don’t leave the suite, so stay naked. If you want food and don’t mind Dobby seeing you naked, call him. But I will bring something back with me.
I can’t tell how proud I am of you, pet. I know it was not easy for you, but you have done so well. You have earned a reward for that. I allow you to choose the time and place I am going to fuck you next.
Your Master
Hermione had tears in her eyes by the end of the short note. She was so lucky to be Harry’s. Her stomach grumbled, but of course food from Harry would be miles better than anything Dobby could bring her. And to be naked in front of him. No, better get in the tub.
Meanwhile her thoughts went wild. Where in the castle would Harry like to fuck...?
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