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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.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 3 - First reactions
Surprisingly wearing her leather collar in public got much less attentions as she was afraid of. Apparently most students thought it was a part of her Head Girl uniform and thought nothing more of it. The exceptions resulted in two quiet interesting but very different discussions.
The first was with Ron. Harry and Hermione were visiting the Gryffindor common room, for old time sake, so to speak. Hermione had worn her collar only for two days. It was late in the evening and after the last of their fellow house mates went to sleep, Ron ended one his new-found ‘thinking phases’.
All three were in front of the dying fire, Ron in an armchair, Hermione had herself snuggled into Harry.
“Hermione, I have been thinking.” He opened.
“I am still not really used to that.” Her voice was quiet, but not without humour.
“Hey, that was uncalled for. No, I am serious here. Your new quiet attitude, how shy you suddenly are, the collar, which I don’t believe is part of the uniform...” he trailed off, still counting on his fingers.
But he got their attention with that.
“It is not a normal collar, isn’t it, not just some jewel?”
“It is not magical or anything, Ron, if that is what you think. It more a symbol. It has special meaning for Harry and me.”
“A symbol of what?”
Harry had decided to let her do the talking. That it would be easier for Ron this way. When he felt Hermione getting nervous in his arms, he held her a bit tighter and gave her a small nod to go ahead and tell him. And with a new confidence in her voice she did.
“A symbol of my enslavement to Harry, Ron. Harry is the Master I was always looking for.”
Ron was shocked for a moment. Then his old temper was back. But instead of expressing himself through his mouth, he began a furious pace in front of the fire. “Harry is controlling you?” His voice was not calm. But they had to admit that it was a valid question. After all, the Imperious curse was slavery, too.
Again Hermione answered: “Harry is controlling my life, not my mind. I am trying to obey him as best as I can thought. But if I really wanted, I could end it.”
Ron didn’t understand. But he wanted to. Maybe there was really hope for him.“Why?”
“Because I could never be as happy in an normal relationship as I am as Harry’s slave.”
With the mentioning of his name Harry became the target of Ron’s next question. Hermione’s answer didn’t really make sense to him. But that was nothing new. Blokes are better at making things clear after all.
“And you have nothing to say Harry?What have you done? Is this some kind of curse?”
Harry hat to chuckle at the last one. “No, no magic whatsoever caused this.” He paused. “You want to know what happened, right?How Hermione happened to become my slave?” He got an short nod and a glare as confirmation.”
“Ok, it began last Summer. Hermione and me were sitting outside lamenting our lovelifes. I would have been as unhappy together with Ginny as you’d have been with Hermione. And at that time I asked her what her perfect lovelife would be. Basically what she fantasises about to have with a bloke. And she just took a jump, her heart in her hands and told me. She told me how happy she would be as a slave. If someone would own her. If she found someone who she trusted enough to surrender her whole life to.”
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Hermione starting to blush at the memory of her admitting to all of that. But he kept his gaze fixed on Ron, using a language he’d understand.
“My first thought was the same as yours, Ron. ‘Yeah, right, good luck finding such a guy’. Someone who wouldn’t abuse that kind of power... But I kept thinking about that. I wanted and still want Hermione as happy as she can be. Same as you. And if someone used that freely given power against her, I would not hesitate to kill. Same as you.
When we arrived here, Do you remember me going all silent and burying myself in the library? I decided to see if I could be that one, the one to give Hermione what she needs what she craves so much. I knew I would never abuse her trust in me. So I did a little research. Well, a lot of that. To learn how to be the Master she so much wants. And last week I asked her if she wanted me to be her Master. She said yes. Here we are. I am happy and proud to have her as my slave.”
When Ron saw nothing but sincerity in Harry’s eyes, he turned away, ran a frustrated hand through his hair and sat back down in the armchair. “I don’t know what to think about this, mate. I really don’t. Listen, just keep Hermione happy alright. I don’t want to be the one to kill you if you don’t...”
Ron’s face went white, then he blushed furiously. It looked rather funny.
“Oh Merlin, last week when you said Hermione was nervous about not wearing panties. And I thought it was a joke...”
“It wasn’t”, Harry answered, turning then to Hermione: “Don’t you think it is time to get off the couch, pet?”
It was her turn to blush as she knelt down at Harry’ feet.
“And you are really happy like this?”
“Yes, Ron. She really is. Aren't you, pet” Harry proudly pet her on the head. She beamed and nodded vigorously, not allowed to talk anymore. She felt her face become hotter. Ron groaned.
“Oh man, this take some getting used too”
......
The Headmistress was the other matter. Harry had no intention of letting her control his private life like Dumbledore used to. So when she came storming into their room the next day, Harry had not yet a real plan how to handle her. They were studying. Harry on the couch of her common room. Hermione naked on the floor in front of him.
They had not many unannounced visitors. So Harry was not amused and Hermione tried to cover herself before remembering the glamour. She just hoped the spell would work.
“I want to know what is going on with you two. And I want to know that now! First this collar, then my best student goes mute in my class and now Severus is coming to me saying he is concerned about you two.” She took a look at Hermione. “And why are you sitting on the floor, Miss Granger?”
“And a good day to you, too, Headmistress” Harry’s tone was kind of icy. “It is certainly surprising for the Head of Slytherin to show concern over two Lions. Especially when these Lions are, and I quote our dear Potions master here, ‘the mudblood’ and ‘the attention seeking little brat’.”
“The answer to the other for you relevant question: Hermione doesn’t raise her hand in your class any more because it is unnecessary. She knows that she knows the answer. I know that she knows the answer, You know that she knows the answer. Time for the other students to show their knowledge.
“The answer to your other two questions is none of your concern.”
Harry stood meanwhile not ten feet in front of her. McGonagall had never seen him so forcefully, so determined. What Snape suspected had greatly disturbed her, even if she honestly didn’t know if he was to be believed.
“Harry...” she tried again. Only to be cut off.
“No, just because the last Headmaster loved to snoop around and play with my private life, it does not mean you can do that, too. It is none ... of ... your... business.“
McGonagall eyes became slit. She was here to find out the truth. Not to be dismissed by one of her students. Even if she could understand where he was coming from.
“Severus strongly suspect that you somehow have enslaved Miss Granger. Is this true?”
Hermione sat up straighter by the mentioning of her name. Her eyes were on the floor in front of her. Her face was flaming. If Harry told the Headmistress that Hermione was his slave, the glamour would fail. And she was kneeling here on the floor. Buck naked, with her nipples hard and her pussy clean shaven. She tried to swallow her heart down again.
“Yes, Hermione accepted me as her Master and became therefore my slave. And...”
Harry drew his wand, faster than the Headmistress could turn her eyes into the size of plates.
“... I swear upon my life and magic that to the best of my knowledge Hermione Jane Granger has offered to be my slave of her own free will, without coercion from spell or potion.”
The white light surrounding his arm and wand confirmed his statement. Harry had to admit, an oath was a bit over the top. But this suite was... his home. He would make a stand here against anything.
His wand was back safely in his holster before the Headmistress even found her voice. At that point her eyes have fallen upon a very naked and blushing Hermione.
”Miss Granger, put on some clothes this instant! You are not decent!”
Hermione would have loved to put something on at that moment. It took every bit of her will not to run in shame. The humiliation just made it worse. She was her Master's pet, therefore not allowed to speak. She knew she was getting wet from this. Knew McGonagall would see her glistering pussy. Hermione pressed her eyes shut, desperately trying not to moan out loud. It felt like every inch of her skin was a single flaming blush.
“I see” That was all that the Headmistress said about the lack of reaction to her command. Well, at least the kind of reaction she intended. The girl got more aroused by the second.
Harry was so proud of his slave at that moment. He tried to make his point, this time in a more reasonable voice. “Look, Headmistress. Hermione and I are both of age, this is how we want to live our life. As long as official school matters are not affected this is private and...”
“Yes, yes, non of my business. You said that already. For the moment you and your little oath got you the benefit of the doubt in my eyes. But I have aresponsibility for every student under my care. And I tell you that I want Miss Granger checked for spell and potions affecting her mind by noon tomorrow. Is that understood?” Apparently her voice could be cold, too.
“That is acceptable, Headmistress”
“Good” She turned to the portrait. Clearly stating that this discussion was over.
“Would you like to stay for a cuppa, Professor?” Using her old title was a peace offering.
McGonagall hesitated for a second. She barely recognized this new Harry. She was curious. She knew that curiosity kills cats. But they hadn’t nine lives for nothing. “Why not...” She could hear Hermione tense across the room.
The following conversation was much more friendly. Harry told the Headmistress about the safe word charm and the glamour for unknowing visitors while he showed his slave a little off to the Headmistress. McGonagall was far less surprised about their type of relationship. When Harry had asked her about that, she simply answered that she was old enough to not be easily surprised. But had to admit her concern and that Harry kept taking his responsibility seriously. That's when Harry told her about their plans for the near future. The Headmistress couldn't decide how shocked she should be, but the determination on both their faces told her that at least they were not joking. She promised to keep their secret as long as their school work wasn't affected by 'all of that'. Harry kept his slave always blushing. McGonagall tried her best to not be affected by this. She got however a very detailed view of aside of her favourite female student she never expected to see.
When they were alone again, Harry took his slave to bed and showed just how well she had behaved.
And after the next Transfiguration class, a much more relaxed Headmistress had pointed out material, aka books, worth researching for their special‘needs’, she had said. She even gave them a pass for the one located in the restricted section. Maybe it was a bribe to keep their kink in the suite, maybe it wasn't. It didn’t really matter.
Most of them were only for Harry to read. Of course Hermione was curious about all the different jinxes and hexes described in them. Most of them were to help her in her training, Harry had explained to her. In other words, they’d be cast on her and she’d experience them first-hand.
Hermione didn’t know what stirred her more. The books she didn’t read or the ones she had to. When she read in them about techniques to deal with extreme pain or for breathing when being tied up for longer terms, she grew more and more anxious. Harry told her it would never be bad to be prepared for the future. For example the, quiet traditional it seemed, five steps into consensual slavery in the wizarding world.
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.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 3 - First reactions
Surprisingly wearing her leather collar in public got much less attentions as she was afraid of. Apparently most students thought it was a part of her Head Girl uniform and thought nothing more of it. The exceptions resulted in two quiet interesting but very different discussions.
The first was with Ron. Harry and Hermione were visiting the Gryffindor common room, for old time sake, so to speak. Hermione had worn her collar only for two days. It was late in the evening and after the last of their fellow house mates went to sleep, Ron ended one his new-found ‘thinking phases’.
All three were in front of the dying fire, Ron in an armchair, Hermione had herself snuggled into Harry.
“Hermione, I have been thinking.” He opened.
“I am still not really used to that.” Her voice was quiet, but not without humour.
“Hey, that was uncalled for. No, I am serious here. Your new quiet attitude, how shy you suddenly are, the collar, which I don’t believe is part of the uniform...” he trailed off, still counting on his fingers.
But he got their attention with that.
“It is not a normal collar, isn’t it, not just some jewel?”
“It is not magical or anything, Ron, if that is what you think. It more a symbol. It has special meaning for Harry and me.”
“A symbol of what?”
Harry had decided to let her do the talking. That it would be easier for Ron this way. When he felt Hermione getting nervous in his arms, he held her a bit tighter and gave her a small nod to go ahead and tell him. And with a new confidence in her voice she did.
“A symbol of my enslavement to Harry, Ron. Harry is the Master I was always looking for.”
Ron was shocked for a moment. Then his old temper was back. But instead of expressing himself through his mouth, he began a furious pace in front of the fire. “Harry is controlling you?” His voice was not calm. But they had to admit that it was a valid question. After all, the Imperious curse was slavery, too.
Again Hermione answered: “Harry is controlling my life, not my mind. I am trying to obey him as best as I can thought. But if I really wanted, I could end it.”
Ron didn’t understand. But he wanted to. Maybe there was really hope for him.“Why?”
“Because I could never be as happy in an normal relationship as I am as Harry’s slave.”
With the mentioning of his name Harry became the target of Ron’s next question. Hermione’s answer didn’t really make sense to him. But that was nothing new. Blokes are better at making things clear after all.
“And you have nothing to say Harry?What have you done? Is this some kind of curse?”
Harry hat to chuckle at the last one. “No, no magic whatsoever caused this.” He paused. “You want to know what happened, right?How Hermione happened to become my slave?” He got an short nod and a glare as confirmation.”
“Ok, it began last Summer. Hermione and me were sitting outside lamenting our lovelifes. I would have been as unhappy together with Ginny as you’d have been with Hermione. And at that time I asked her what her perfect lovelife would be. Basically what she fantasises about to have with a bloke. And she just took a jump, her heart in her hands and told me. She told me how happy she would be as a slave. If someone would own her. If she found someone who she trusted enough to surrender her whole life to.”
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Hermione starting to blush at the memory of her admitting to all of that. But he kept his gaze fixed on Ron, using a language he’d understand.
“My first thought was the same as yours, Ron. ‘Yeah, right, good luck finding such a guy’. Someone who wouldn’t abuse that kind of power... But I kept thinking about that. I wanted and still want Hermione as happy as she can be. Same as you. And if someone used that freely given power against her, I would not hesitate to kill. Same as you.
When we arrived here, Do you remember me going all silent and burying myself in the library? I decided to see if I could be that one, the one to give Hermione what she needs what she craves so much. I knew I would never abuse her trust in me. So I did a little research. Well, a lot of that. To learn how to be the Master she so much wants. And last week I asked her if she wanted me to be her Master. She said yes. Here we are. I am happy and proud to have her as my slave.”
When Ron saw nothing but sincerity in Harry’s eyes, he turned away, ran a frustrated hand through his hair and sat back down in the armchair. “I don’t know what to think about this, mate. I really don’t. Listen, just keep Hermione happy alright. I don’t want to be the one to kill you if you don’t...”
Ron’s face went white, then he blushed furiously. It looked rather funny.
“Oh Merlin, last week when you said Hermione was nervous about not wearing panties. And I thought it was a joke...”
“It wasn’t”, Harry answered, turning then to Hermione: “Don’t you think it is time to get off the couch, pet?”
It was her turn to blush as she knelt down at Harry’ feet.
“And you are really happy like this?”
“Yes, Ron. She really is. Aren't you, pet” Harry proudly pet her on the head. She beamed and nodded vigorously, not allowed to talk anymore. She felt her face become hotter. Ron groaned.
“Oh man, this take some getting used too”
......
The Headmistress was the other matter. Harry had no intention of letting her control his private life like Dumbledore used to. So when she came storming into their room the next day, Harry had not yet a real plan how to handle her. They were studying. Harry on the couch of her common room. Hermione naked on the floor in front of him.
They had not many unannounced visitors. So Harry was not amused and Hermione tried to cover herself before remembering the glamour. She just hoped the spell would work.
“I want to know what is going on with you two. And I want to know that now! First this collar, then my best student goes mute in my class and now Severus is coming to me saying he is concerned about you two.” She took a look at Hermione. “And why are you sitting on the floor, Miss Granger?”
“And a good day to you, too, Headmistress” Harry’s tone was kind of icy. “It is certainly surprising for the Head of Slytherin to show concern over two Lions. Especially when these Lions are, and I quote our dear Potions master here, ‘the mudblood’ and ‘the attention seeking little brat’.”
“The answer to the other for you relevant question: Hermione doesn’t raise her hand in your class any more because it is unnecessary. She knows that she knows the answer. I know that she knows the answer, You know that she knows the answer. Time for the other students to show their knowledge.
“The answer to your other two questions is none of your concern.”
Harry stood meanwhile not ten feet in front of her. McGonagall had never seen him so forcefully, so determined. What Snape suspected had greatly disturbed her, even if she honestly didn’t know if he was to be believed.
“Harry...” she tried again. Only to be cut off.
“No, just because the last Headmaster loved to snoop around and play with my private life, it does not mean you can do that, too. It is none ... of ... your... business.“
McGonagall eyes became slit. She was here to find out the truth. Not to be dismissed by one of her students. Even if she could understand where he was coming from.
“Severus strongly suspect that you somehow have enslaved Miss Granger. Is this true?”
Hermione sat up straighter by the mentioning of her name. Her eyes were on the floor in front of her. Her face was flaming. If Harry told the Headmistress that Hermione was his slave, the glamour would fail. And she was kneeling here on the floor. Buck naked, with her nipples hard and her pussy clean shaven. She tried to swallow her heart down again.
“Yes, Hermione accepted me as her Master and became therefore my slave. And...”
Harry drew his wand, faster than the Headmistress could turn her eyes into the size of plates.
“... I swear upon my life and magic that to the best of my knowledge Hermione Jane Granger has offered to be my slave of her own free will, without coercion from spell or potion.”
The white light surrounding his arm and wand confirmed his statement. Harry had to admit, an oath was a bit over the top. But this suite was... his home. He would make a stand here against anything.
His wand was back safely in his holster before the Headmistress even found her voice. At that point her eyes have fallen upon a very naked and blushing Hermione.
”Miss Granger, put on some clothes this instant! You are not decent!”
Hermione would have loved to put something on at that moment. It took every bit of her will not to run in shame. The humiliation just made it worse. She was her Master's pet, therefore not allowed to speak. She knew she was getting wet from this. Knew McGonagall would see her glistering pussy. Hermione pressed her eyes shut, desperately trying not to moan out loud. It felt like every inch of her skin was a single flaming blush.
“I see” That was all that the Headmistress said about the lack of reaction to her command. Well, at least the kind of reaction she intended. The girl got more aroused by the second.
Harry was so proud of his slave at that moment. He tried to make his point, this time in a more reasonable voice. “Look, Headmistress. Hermione and I are both of age, this is how we want to live our life. As long as official school matters are not affected this is private and...”
“Yes, yes, non of my business. You said that already. For the moment you and your little oath got you the benefit of the doubt in my eyes. But I have aresponsibility for every student under my care. And I tell you that I want Miss Granger checked for spell and potions affecting her mind by noon tomorrow. Is that understood?” Apparently her voice could be cold, too.
“That is acceptable, Headmistress”
“Good” She turned to the portrait. Clearly stating that this discussion was over.
“Would you like to stay for a cuppa, Professor?” Using her old title was a peace offering.
McGonagall hesitated for a second. She barely recognized this new Harry. She was curious. She knew that curiosity kills cats. But they hadn’t nine lives for nothing. “Why not...” She could hear Hermione tense across the room.
The following conversation was much more friendly. Harry told the Headmistress about the safe word charm and the glamour for unknowing visitors while he showed his slave a little off to the Headmistress. McGonagall was far less surprised about their type of relationship. When Harry had asked her about that, she simply answered that she was old enough to not be easily surprised. But had to admit her concern and that Harry kept taking his responsibility seriously. That's when Harry told her about their plans for the near future. The Headmistress couldn't decide how shocked she should be, but the determination on both their faces told her that at least they were not joking. She promised to keep their secret as long as their school work wasn't affected by 'all of that'. Harry kept his slave always blushing. McGonagall tried her best to not be affected by this. She got however a very detailed view of aside of her favourite female student she never expected to see.
When they were alone again, Harry took his slave to bed and showed just how well she had behaved.
And after the next Transfiguration class, a much more relaxed Headmistress had pointed out material, aka books, worth researching for their special‘needs’, she had said. She even gave them a pass for the one located in the restricted section. Maybe it was a bribe to keep their kink in the suite, maybe it wasn't. It didn’t really matter.
Most of them were only for Harry to read. Of course Hermione was curious about all the different jinxes and hexes described in them. Most of them were to help her in her training, Harry had explained to her. In other words, they’d be cast on her and she’d experience them first-hand.
Hermione didn’t know what stirred her more. The books she didn’t read or the ones she had to. When she read in them about techniques to deal with extreme pain or for breathing when being tied up for longer terms, she grew more and more anxious. Harry told her it would never be bad to be prepared for the future. For example the, quiet traditional it seemed, five steps into consensual slavery in the wizarding world.
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