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Another different way of looking at things
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So, here it goes...
Chapter 4 – Just five steps
Hermione had to squeeze her thighs together when he told her for the first time. It was still at the start of their first week. Harry had taken her outside for the first time with her new collar around her neck. Hermione was more worried about the wind playing with the hem of her skirt. It was still warm outside. When they reached the shore of the lake, he had told her to keep her hand behind her back and not to touch her skirt. Harry was clearly enjoying the view. And she was glad. Glad he liked her clean shaven pussy. She felt so bare just standing there. Even when they were clearly alone.
“Hermione, have you read about the old customs of slavery in the wizarding world?” Harry had asked out of the blue.
She had only skimmed those books. Mainly for history value. She had concentrated her research on the newer customs. That and the fact that Harry had called her by her name let her decide to pay full attention to him and to try to ignore the wind playing with her frequently exposed pussy. “No Master, only newer ones. The book said the old pureblood customs weren’t performed any more. I don’t know why not or how they were perform in the past, Master. I am sorry” She was looking down. Only now noticing that the hem of her skirt got stuck in her belt, showing her off constantly.
Don’t think about it, Hermione, she said to herself, don’t get wet. This is important.
“Did you know that as Head of the Potter and Black family I am a pureblood before the law?”
“No, Master” Hermione admitted surprised.
“I want us to decide together today which custom we should follow. We are both pretty new at this. So you have to decide, too.”
He had crossed the distance between them and took the side of her face in one hand, looking her deep in her lovely brown eyes. Hermione leaned into his hand. And into the other one, too, which had sneaked between her pussy lips to sample her juices. “We have to know how far we want to go, Hermione. I want to be the best Master for you, the only one you will ever need, and I am sure you want to be the best slave for me.” He brought his sticky fingers up to his own mouth and began licking them clean, his eyes never wavering from the growing lust in Hermione’s eyes. “I pray that I can be that Master for you.”
He stroked with his now clean hand her pussy again. Her wetness was beginning to flow freely . Her breathing was already heavy. He felt the vibrations of her moans through the hand on her cheek. He brought his sticky fingers to her mouth. Hermione didn’t hesitate to take his fingers into it.
“And I pray that you are the perfect slave for me.”
“I am yours, Master” Hermione managed between her growing moans.
His fingers sneaked downstairs again. This time going inside her. He began to slowly rub her inside walls. And at the same time drew her into a full French kiss, both still tasting her femininity. It was the most erotic thing she could imagine. She came like in slow motion. Hermione had to heavily rely on his still cheek-holding hand for balance.
Harry backed up again to look again into her eyes, but kept on slowly stroking her. “I know.”
When he had her attention again he continued with what he had to say. “Good. Let me explain the differences then. Ok, with the new customs there are practically no rules. There are some charms to support and help, like the safe word. And there are symbols like your collar. But that’s essential it. You’d stay Hermione Jane Granger, muggleborn witch and self declared slave for the rest of your life.” Hermione frowned at the words self declared. They sounded so hollow, so lonely. But the expression was soon washed away by another round of moans. Harry suspected she still hadn’t ridden out her climax, or maybe that was the next one coming.
“So far so good?”
“Yes Master, I understand.” Her hips were rocking his hand.
“Good, would you like another taste before I explain the older customs?” Her mouth opened and a very lovely sound escaped. Harry again brought his hand up and she licked his fingers hungrily before he resumed working her pussy.
“Alright, the old customs are divided into five steps and a structure of intervals between them. The first is signalled by a collar. Like the one you are wearing now. It is a time to get to know each other, learn each others limits and to start training for the next step. If you can’t complete the training it would be a clear sign that the Master and his slave are not a good match.” By the word training Hermione began fucking herself on Harry’s fingers.
“Of course, nothing speaks against charms like our glamour or the save word. They were just not invented when these rules were set up. Both can quit any time without consequences.”
Harry had to move his fingers along with her. He didn’t want her to come yet. It earned him a frustrated noise from Hermione.
“If the slave is successful in her training and her Master agrees, the slave may take the second step. Which is giving up her right to own something.” Here his slave gasped. “Yes, everything you own. And that is binding in court.” He held his fingers still again to signal Hermione that she could fuck herself again. “After that the training becomes much harder, because after six to eight weeks comes a big step. But even after the second you still could stop.”
If you take the third step, you’d have to give up your body to me. I would mark you permanently.” Her knees almost gave out. “Don’t come until I finished telling you.” He held her shuddering form close to him and continued close to her ear. “Yes, I would mark you. Maybe a hot iron. Or a magical mark, so I would always know how horny you are. There are even marks which would make you cum whenever I want, wherever you are...”
He let that play out in her mind for a while. “and you could still quit after that...”
He applied pressure on her clit with his thumb and listened to her breathing change. “If you manage the training that is following your third step you can be pretty sure to have found the right Master. Do you want to know what you do in your fourth step my slave?”
“Ye.. yes Master:” She was fucking herself with all her might.
“In the fourth step you would give me control over your magic. You’d only be able to cast spells I’d allow. I would be able to take your magic from you if I wanted to, will know of every spell you would cast and should I so desire can let it fail.”
“And in the final step you’d appear in front of the Wizengamot and declare under Veritaserum all your right as a witch forfeit to become my property. I would in front of all the world own you as part of the Potter/Black estate. After that, there would be no turning back, no way out for you.”
Hermione was moaning incoherently now since the forth step. “Are you close, my slut?”
“Yes Master... may I please?”
“Yes... cum for me” Though even Hermione was a moaner, one or two small shrieks came from her. Her whole body was shacking while she rode it out. Harry couldn’t hold her any longer and let her on the ground, guiding her head into his lap. Her exposed pussy still pointed to the lake and he kept slowly stroking her, until she was back with him.
They were silently gazing at the lake for the last fifteen minutes. While Hermione was sorting through her hazy memory. Am I really up to this. Oh, Merlin, the idea alone to be really owned. Not just in my mind. To just be property with no way out. How could I make such adecision now? But the thought about the training becoming harder and harder made her shiver again. How far would I be pushed?
“What are you thinking?” Harry finally asked.
“I don’t know if I can make that decision now, Master. I am sorry... but to give up my only way out and become property for real. I don’t know, Master. The thought alone would let me climax, but at the same time it is my greatest fear.”
Harry was looking down at her and started grinning: “I think you didn’t pay attention to what I said, you little slut. You just thought about cumming, didn’t you?”
Hermione averted her eyes blushing.
“You have soo much training before you, should we decide upon it. So many chances to fail. You earned to make that decision when you earned my mark and succeeded in the training after that. Should you by then have any doubt, that I am not the perfect Master for you to spend the rest of your life with, you’d still have your safe word. You will have the right to have a safe word until your last step. And that could be next Summer. And I will make sure it will feel like an eternity for you.”
Hermione was breathing deeply again.
“But remember, I will have to push you much harder, hurt you worse and will have to take a very firm hand in your life. Your safe word is your last way out. Don’t use it lightly.”
When she finally looked up from his lap, the lust and love in her eyes answered their question before Hermione’s word finally did. “Master, can my collar please be the sign of my first step to become the perfect slave for you?”
“It will be, my slut.”
“Thank you, Master.” Hermione still kept her arms at her side, but snuggled her head deeper into Harry's lap. She felt how hard he was under her and inhaled deeply, trying to fill herself with his scent. She purred quietly.
“You really would like to suck me suck me off, right here in the open, don't you?”
“Mmmm ...Yes, Master...may I?”
Harry was silent for nearly a minute while Hermione had begun to rub him with her face. “No, slut.” he said seriously. “I have to think clearly for a while. Come, sit beside me.” He patted the ground next to him.
With a last deep breath of his scent Hermione got up from him and sat next to him, folding her legs under her. She watched her Master closely. She had rarely seen Harry so concentrated. He looked straight over the lake. Sometimes his forehead would wrinkle in worry or his lips thinned into a fine line. She did not dare to interrupt him. But she knew that face. Her Master was worried. It made her nervous. That went on for a good ten minutes. Hermione was wringing her hand in her own lap by then, clearly distressed., when Harry came out of his thought. Wondering what she had done wrong.
He kept his eyes distant. "It would be so easy to just fuck you all day long, Hermione. I love to see you aroused. Your face when I make you cum. You are so beautiful, you are such a good fucktoy..."
Harry finally looked at her. She beamed at his compliments. He noticed the blush that his last degrading word brought to her cheeks. He swept a streak of her hair out of her face.
"But there are so many things to figure out if we want to go through with your training... so many things to consider." He paused and looked over the lake again.
"Last year I would have come to you with things like that. Now... now I don't know if I lost that friend. My best friend. Because she is my slave now. Because I have taken control and responsibility over her... How can I be a good Master for you when I can't solve all our problems alone. When I need your help... Am I too weak to deserve to be your Master, Hermione? That in the end, can't I make you happy?"
She saw the doubts on his face when he looked at her again. Her fear of losing him brought tears to her eyes. "Master... Harry," she added after a moment. "I am still here. And I am yours. The last days have been heaven for me. I have been so hot all the time. You controlled me just the right way... " It has been some time since she had spoken so freely. "Ever since I thought about sex at all, I wanted to be a slave. I fantasised of being yours since after the troll in our first year. You saved my life, it was yours to keep... " Her blush returned by her next words. "On the nights I played with myself, when I let my fantasies free reign, it became your face... that you'd be my Master. That you'd take control over me." Her shiny eyes looked into his again. "But how could I ask that of you? To burden you with the responsibility for my life? To take care of me? How could I deserve you?"
She sighed. Harry let her talk.
"I was so frustrated sometimes. I am sorry that I snapped at you so often. But what could I do? Instead of telling you to do your homework, should I just have gone to my knees in front of you and begged to be your slave? ...I hated myself sometimes for not deserving you or was ashamed for wanting to be a slave. Tried to hate the concept. If I couldn't be a slave, why should house elves be allowed to?"
Harry clearly heard her feelings in her voice. Tears were running down her cheeks and into the hand Harry was holding her face with.
"Since you asked me to be my Master... I.. It's hard to describe how I feel. ...Do you remember the Mirror of Erised you told me about in our first year? It's like I stood before it all those year. My deepest desire right in front of me, but out of my reach. Slowly going mad. When you asked me to be my Master I stepped through the mirror. I've been living my deepest fantasies since."
Hermione was talking herself into a state. "I am sorry to be such a burden. Sorry, for making your life so complicated. For you it is so new... Please don't give up on me. Please don't give up your control over me. Let me be the slave you want me to be. Please. I am sorry I have been such a slut when you needed me to be more..."
Harry wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless, but he was afraid he wouldn't stop there. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and put new confidence in his voice.
"We both have much to learn to make this work, don't we?" She nodded franticly. "Don't cry, Hermione. Of course I am not giving up so easily. We will figure it out." She looked up at him hopefully.
Harry thought for a moment before answering. "You want me to help you to figure out what kind of slave I want you to be?"
"Yes Master... please"
"Ok... When I want to hear your opinion and input, or want you to go and perform for example your duties as Head Girl... when I need you not only as my slave, but also as my friend... I will call you Hermione. I will allow you to call me Harry or Master in return. When you are to shut up and just to do as you are told, you'll be called pet. Pets can't talk and they are expected to kneel at their Masters feet when not told otherwise. Do you understand, Hermione?"
Hermione had to stop herself from blindly saying 'Yes, Master'. She had to consider her words. "Yes, Harry. I think this is an excellent idea."
"Good. Should I call you slut you are allowed to enjoy the pleasure I give you and to answer what my questions with words. But you are not to talk freely. You will end every sentence with Master."
Harry smiled wickedly at her. "And if I call you my fucktoy you are to use yourself in the most pleasurable way for me to make me cum without hesitation."
Hermione groaned. Harry chuckled at her reaction, but soon his expression grew serious.
"But whatever name I give you, Hermione, you will obey me. You ARE my slave and I control your life. However friendly I am too you, how valuable your opinion can be to me. You have no control over your life. I will choose. I will decide for you. I control you. Never forget that."
Hermione saw it in that moment. His eyes looked like steel. But glowing deep green, of course. She saw the Master Harry would become for her. Those eyes left no room for discussion.
"Yes Master... thank you so much. Harry, I wouldn't want it any other way."
His voice became softer again. "You deserve nothing less, Hermione."
She just let the happiness shine on her face, before a bothersome thought occurred to her.
"Harry, what if you call me by a wrong name by accident?"
"Hmm", he said after a moment and then added with a grin, "should I really slip and you really think it was accidental and disobey me, I might even give you a reward for catching it... instead of a well deserved punishment."
Hermione just prayed she never had to disobey him. Instead she hoped she could help him with whatever had him worried. She was happy that their first crisis was as fast resolved as it came up. Happy to be a better slave for him now.
"So what had you so worried before, Harry?"
He sighed. "I was wondering for example if we would bit off more than we could chew by choosing the older way. Don't get me wrong, I still want to do it. I want to become perfect for you, and should I be able to prove that to myself and to you, I want it to be official. Since I became of age and Gringotts came down upon me with all the estate and house business... well, I don't want to sound all pureblood and all, Hermione, but I AM the head of two ancient houses. And I have to take up the responsibilities and privileges of that. No, not because I consider myself as better or anything... But because all those Potters before me, who made the House into what it is... they are my family. I can't let them down by just taking all the gold in the vaults and have a grand time with it. And as for the House of Black... Sirius had as a fugitive or before not the power to drag the name Black out of the dirt. I think he made me his heir partly because I could. And I want to..."
Harry took a breath after that, and pulled his hand through his hair, he noticed he had Hermione's full attention.
"I digress, don't I?"
"Yes you do, Harry." she grinned at him.
He wondered if he was slipping again, if he was too soft to her, but remembered: No, I could just call her my fucktoy, right now, right here. And she would become just that. With just one word from me. Hmm, it would catch her totally off guard. Just one word. Maybe I should just do it... Merlin, how can I hold such power over her? ...and now I am wandering off even in my head. Well, that's why I have to learn not only to control her but myself to. Such power is too easy to abuse.
"Yeah, sometimes it is just nice to talk to you. Anyway, the reason I would want us to it the old ways is not at all traditional. When I make you in this way officially mine, I would not only know that you would be the right one for me. You would be the ONLY one for me. You would bear my child, my heir..."
Hermione was shocked speechless.
"Should I manage to make you mine, I would never marry anyone else. And our child would be the heir and not born out of wedlock because, well... you would not be considered a person anymore. You would be property..."
Harry watched as that statement played out on Hermione's face. Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks red.
"So, before we come to the problems I want to hear in your own words what you think about that. I know you agreed already, but I want to be sure. I want to hear it when you are not horny as hell. But more... sober."
It took Hermione a couple of seconds to pick her mind back together. She spoke her first thought.
"Dear Merlin, you really don't do anything by half, do you?" She realised how that must have sounded and looked down in shame. "I am sorry, Harry... I... The thought of you training me and pushing me ... it just makes me so wet, that I have to stop thinking about it if I don't want to start dripping. Iam, or rather was so afraid to what it was aimed at... to give myself up so completely, that I would no longer be considered a human being, to give up every right. Permanently. Forever... I know it sound hypocritical because I dream about being owned, to become just that. But to have it reality. On paper, in the letters of the law. It'scares me, Harry. It scares me worse than anything else. I am afraid that after I have given you everything I can and have, that what was left of me would just be dead weight. That you'd lose interest. Either that or I would fail in my training and lose you for that. That's why I always wanted a way out. As the only condition."
Something really big stuck in her throat and she tried to swallow that lump down. She hoped her eyes could say it better.
"But after hearing what it means to you... I love you, Harry. I want this. I want you to make me into a piece of your property for the rest of my life. I want to be able to serve you and feel your care for me forever. I want to be 'the One' for you."
"Thank you , Hermione." The kiss that followed said the other three words.
After they broke the kiss Harry steeled himself for the next topic.
"Ok then, the problems I have been thinking about were essential about two topics. Number One is publicity. I personally would not care much to hide what we have. The whole world will know eventually. So what could happen if everybody knew now. Bad Articles in the Prophet. Boohoo. All the students against us. It would be worth it for walking to class with you on a leash." He just loved how he could make Hermione blush. "It would matter. However. The fact of the matter is that we need the Head suite for our training. So we need to stay Head Boy and Girl. If this all blew open McGonagall would have no choice but to demote us. Even if she were sympathetic. So, we have to be careful who we let in. Till now only Luna knows, but I had a talk with her and I trust her. Some of the teachers and of course Ron have suspicions. But I am very hopeful that I will be able to convince them to keep quiet about it. You will make sure to be careful when you call me Master in public. And we must not slack in our school duties. Particularly in our duties as Head students. Even if McGonagall finds out, and I think she will, as long as our duties don't suffer from it, I think she will avoid the scandal."
He looked at Hermione if she had any comments. Her focus was entirely on him. How could anyone not admire him when he takes charge like that. Only then she realised he was waiting for her to say something.
"I agree, Master." She caught herself saying automatic. Sometimes it was hard to be not totally submissive to him. She looked to the ground. "I haven't thought about that yet, Harry. I should have..."
"No, you should not. You were just a slut until today. Admittedly a good slut. But still just a slut. And as such you need not to worry about such things, " he said with finality. Harry felt the rush from the power he had over her. He heard her gasp and heavy breathing and could see how she clenched her thighs together. He just loved that he could do that to his slave.
Hermione's pussy was on fire and she had to fight to keep her hands away from it. It is just so hard to be more than a slut when he is this commanding. When just his presence and his voice alone make me so hot. He is not even giving me a single order and I am wet down to my socks. She tried to ignore her pulsing sex. Really, she tried.
Harry's dominating gaze was fixed upon her. She dared not to look up and see those eyes. Sweat was shining on her forehead.
"Hermione, focus!" Now THAT was an order. She looked up at him. She saw his will for her to control her arousal.
"Yes... Harry, I... am trying, " she said desperately.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. It was so intoxicating to control her. So hot how much power he had over her. But nothing would be solved if he just gave into his desire to dominate her right now. So he tried to clear his mind of that emotion. What he knew about Occlumency helped.
When he looked at Hermione again and saw her eyes clearing, he went on.
"Good. Now, that would deal with the people in the school. However, each time you take the next step it has to be officially witnessed. High ranking enough to be at least a member of the wizengamot."
"...Oh God..." Hermione moaned.
Harry was noticed that the more he was blunt with facts like this, the more humiliating and arousing it would be for her.
"You realise that Iwill not let you cum until we finished this conversation."
Hermione had closed her eyes and went still. Then she finally relaxed a little. "...but you will fuck me afterwards?"
"If you earn it by finally paying attention, I will."
"Thank you... Harry," she still hadn't opened her eyes. "You can't imagine just how hot you are making me." The took a forceful breath. "Ok, official witness. Got it. Does that mean we have to find and approach a member of the wizengamot which can be trusted enough not to rat us out? That could be problematic with the limited time we have." He could live with her closed eyes for now. He needed her brain, not her pussy right now. Even when they hadn't approach the real problem yet.
"I think we don't have to. The legal department of Gringotts is not only allowed to handle inheritances and such. I am quiet certain that a high enough official in that department will be able to do the witnessing, too. I had some dealings with them over the summer and I have a good feeling that we will find what we need at Gringotts.
"I don't know if the goblins can be trusted, Harry. There is bad history after all."
"I know. They like to claim that all their business stays inside their wall. Which is pretty reliable for smaller things. But for witnessing over a custom that has been done only once in this century, I am sure the witness likes his mouth sealed with gold. And should he get to greedy I can always begin to apply pressure."
Hermione's looked up at him. Her breathing was down to normal. "Only once...?"
"Yes. ...1904 if I remember correctly. They failed after the third step."
"Oh" she paused."What do you mean by pressure, Harry?"
"What do you think would happen if I withdrew all my liquid assets and transferred the business accounts to another bank outside goblin control? With the public comment that Gringotts can not be trusted with it?"
"Others would follow..." she realised.
"And it would cause enough damage to the bank that someone had to pay for that. And I am confident that one too greedy goblin would trade his neck for a pike. Regardless of his position."
"...that would work. But I don't understand what had you so worried."
"There's one thing I haven't figured out yet. We'll come to that soon. I just wanted to see if there were any aspects I blatantly missed."
Hermione thought for a moment. "How are going to get in contact with Gringotts. Do you think Headmistress McGonagall will allow us a floo connection?"
"I don't really trust the floo. Not even with the new department head. Much easier to apparate. As far as I glimpsed into 'Hogwarts – a History' it is not uncommon for acting Head of an ancient house to be allowed to leave the grounds outside of class for a limited amount of time. Correct?"
"Yes, for business concerning the House. It's in chapter four..."
He cut her off again before she would tell him the paragraph and page number. "So, anything else?"
Hermione was silent again, then frowned.
"Harry, how can we find time for all of it. Classes, homework, studying, head student duties, your family duties. Will there be enough time to train me?"
He smiled sadly at her. "I just love how smart you are, Hermione. You are right. There is not enough time. I don't want to go into too much detail about your training and get you all worked up again." Hermione just blushed, but kept her focus on him. "One possibility, probably not a good one, is to quit Hogwarts and take the NEWTs with private tutoring. That would be easier on the time management." He saw Hermione's frown deepening. "Yeah, I don't like the idea either. Not only because I am rather fond of the castle, but also because that solution would bring a whole lot of other problems with it. From finding those tutors to the issue of making it all secure enough. Then there is the possibility of the use of one potion that is supposed to reduce the need of sleep. I haven't looked into that one. Because getting a steady supply would be a pain, the long term use of any potion is generally concerning and the side effect, well, I don't want to imagine them. The same could be said about a ritual."
"What about a time turner?" Hermione remembered her third year.
"That would be a neat thing, huh?"
"I mean, sure they are ministry regulated and you'd have to apply to get a permission to get one, but I am sure there are... other sources..."
"Hermione Granger, putting me up to break the rules. I don't know what to say," he teased.
"There are only your rules anymore, Harry."
Harry caressed her cheek for that. "Tell me what you know about time turners."
"Well, you can use them to travel back in time, one hour per turn. Professor Dumbledore told me I should never do more than five turns when I had mine in my third year. They consist of a gold chain and the gold casing necessary to wind the time turner up. The hourglass itself is made out of special very fine unbreakable glass. The sand in the glass can only be found at one location in the world. I read that the British ministry has the monopole for creating and regulating them since 1410. I suspect that they work only a limited number of times because after what we did in third year, the time turner barely worked for more than one turn. After that it just went dead."
Hermione realised she was rambling by now. Harry used to roll his eyes whenever she did this. She looked up sheepishly and found him looking at her closely.
"I suspected you'd know rather much about them. I coincidently learned some of that myself. When I got an overview over the businesses I have investments in, there was one standing out because it went bankrupt at the beginning of this year after six month of absolutely no income. It was a small, steady business, long-term ministry contract. I got curious and guess what the product of this business had been."
Hermione was biting her lip in concentration. "They were making the time turners? But why would the ministry stop paying them to do so?"
"Do you want the short version or the long?" As if that would ever be the question with Hermione.
"The long version, please, Harry."
"Very well" He could show off knowledge, too. It begins in the eleventh century when the first time turner were created. From what I learned the runic carvings inside the glass was very different. Not only could they spin up to over 24 times, a whole day, they could be easier to recharge, as you suspected they have to be. A modern time turner, you'd have to give back to the ministry to do so. The first models you'd just have to put in an area with high magical saturation. So, guess what happens, the ministry didn't like that very much that they have so little control over their uses. It took them some time of outlawing time turners on getting hold over the digging site. And when they got it, as you said in the year 1410, they started their own monopole producing them. Because they are rather useful after all. They limited the turns the device could do, so they would be cheaper to produce, and took the ability charge away completely. So that they could control who could have one. If you had permission a turner would be 'lend' to you and when it was 'empty' you'd have to give it back."
"As for the production, the tricky part is apparently to seal the charged sand into the hourglass while it is being formed and engraved with the basic rune set. By the way, that was what the business was doing. So, when a time turner is 'empty' the hourglass gets broken open and the uncharged sand is loaded in the ministry. They use a really big hourglass for that. At the bottom the charged sand runs out, to be used in new time turners. See where I am going with this?"
It took Hermione half a minute for the shock to show the shock on her face.
"The Time Room in the Department of Mysteries. Dear Merlin, that was /the/hourglass?"
"It seems so. The glass broke and all the sand went bad. They had to mine new one and start the whole process new. It will take years," he added sadly.
"How do you know all this?"
"I think telling me all of this was the managers way of saying he was sorry for running my business to the ground."
"So, no time turner, huh?"
"Before the DoM incident, I am sure you could get a time turner somewhere in Knockturn Alley under the counter. Now the only reliable one are banned for almost six hundred years."
"A shame," Hermione sighed. "What else can we do? How much time do you think we have to solve this?"
"In theory we have all the time in the world. Your training is not starting until you officially take the first step, witnessed and all. But I am rather impatient to start training you. I have plans for you, after all."
Hermione just loved the word training when it a was applied to her. It showed. "I am sorry I couldn't help you more, Harry." And added in a hopeful tone, "do you want to fuck me now?"
Harry could try to control himself all he wanted, but those words were getting to him. He let her stir for a moment, checking the time. "Since I intend to fuck you until you scream we better do that inside, slut. You will go back the suite, after I had the chance to talk to McGonagall I will join you there. Make sure your wet pussy is the first thing I see when I enter. Close your eyes as soon as you got into position and keep them that way."
Hermione remembering the new rule replied eagerly "Of course, Master." While she followed him back to the castle, the revelled in the new way he found to control her. Their ways parted in the entrance hall and Hermione hurried up to the suite, panting when she finally entered. She stripped off her clothes and got on all four not two meters away from the entryway. Hermione lowered upper body to the floor and reached around to spread her ass cheeks with her hands. Finally she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She was ready for her Master. She didn't have to make sure to be wet. She felt it running down her legs.
It was not as if nobody but Harry and her had access to the Head suite. Besides the Headmistress and Flickwick as her deputy at least Ron and Luna knew the password. Hermione didn't know Harry had changed it this morning. So her thoughts went wild. But McGonagall gives the password to another student, say because they need help with something. They would come in here and find me with my legs spread offering my dripping cunt. And find out that the Head Girl is just aslut. Mmmm, just with one word Harry makes me into just that. Slut. Hmm, who just needs to be wet and aroused...
But he said it was not enough for him. And maybe it was not enough for me either, because to be able to talk to Harry freely felt so... so good. To be able to be more for him than just aslut. I am so lucky that he wants my mind as well. At first I thought I would miss the feeling of control over me, Miss to call him Master. Boy, was I wrong. Those eyes. Harry will be able to totally dominate me just with one look. Without the need of an order.
How lucky am I. I am not only his slave, but if he wants me to, I am his submissive and obedient girlfriend. Just like he needs me. And just with one word he can take all that away and remind me of my place at his feet. Without the right to talk. Pet... he says that with so much care. Maybe as his pet I feel his affection most. Mmmm, I love how he shows what he needs me to be like this. And just to imagine him naming me his fucktoy right in the middle of the great hall. One whispered word that equals the order to get under the table and suck him off... Hmmm...Mmmm...
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A/N:
As you may have noticed, Harry is more proactive in this story. For example the awareness of his inheritance. Taking over the estates is more than just knowing how much money you have. In this story he was approached between sixth and seventh year and started to slowly learn how to manage his business.
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 4 – Just five steps
Hermione had to squeeze her thighs together when he told her for the first time. It was still at the start of their first week. Harry had taken her outside for the first time with her new collar around her neck. Hermione was more worried about the wind playing with the hem of her skirt. It was still warm outside. When they reached the shore of the lake, he had told her to keep her hand behind her back and not to touch her skirt. Harry was clearly enjoying the view. And she was glad. Glad he liked her clean shaven pussy. She felt so bare just standing there. Even when they were clearly alone.
“Hermione, have you read about the old customs of slavery in the wizarding world?” Harry had asked out of the blue.
She had only skimmed those books. Mainly for history value. She had concentrated her research on the newer customs. That and the fact that Harry had called her by her name let her decide to pay full attention to him and to try to ignore the wind playing with her frequently exposed pussy. “No Master, only newer ones. The book said the old pureblood customs weren’t performed any more. I don’t know why not or how they were perform in the past, Master. I am sorry” She was looking down. Only now noticing that the hem of her skirt got stuck in her belt, showing her off constantly.
Don’t think about it, Hermione, she said to herself, don’t get wet. This is important.
“Did you know that as Head of the Potter and Black family I am a pureblood before the law?”
“No, Master” Hermione admitted surprised.
“I want us to decide together today which custom we should follow. We are both pretty new at this. So you have to decide, too.”
He had crossed the distance between them and took the side of her face in one hand, looking her deep in her lovely brown eyes. Hermione leaned into his hand. And into the other one, too, which had sneaked between her pussy lips to sample her juices. “We have to know how far we want to go, Hermione. I want to be the best Master for you, the only one you will ever need, and I am sure you want to be the best slave for me.” He brought his sticky fingers up to his own mouth and began licking them clean, his eyes never wavering from the growing lust in Hermione’s eyes. “I pray that I can be that Master for you.”
He stroked with his now clean hand her pussy again. Her wetness was beginning to flow freely . Her breathing was already heavy. He felt the vibrations of her moans through the hand on her cheek. He brought his sticky fingers to her mouth. Hermione didn’t hesitate to take his fingers into it.
“And I pray that you are the perfect slave for me.”
“I am yours, Master” Hermione managed between her growing moans.
His fingers sneaked downstairs again. This time going inside her. He began to slowly rub her inside walls. And at the same time drew her into a full French kiss, both still tasting her femininity. It was the most erotic thing she could imagine. She came like in slow motion. Hermione had to heavily rely on his still cheek-holding hand for balance.
Harry backed up again to look again into her eyes, but kept on slowly stroking her. “I know.”
When he had her attention again he continued with what he had to say. “Good. Let me explain the differences then. Ok, with the new customs there are practically no rules. There are some charms to support and help, like the safe word. And there are symbols like your collar. But that’s essential it. You’d stay Hermione Jane Granger, muggleborn witch and self declared slave for the rest of your life.” Hermione frowned at the words self declared. They sounded so hollow, so lonely. But the expression was soon washed away by another round of moans. Harry suspected she still hadn’t ridden out her climax, or maybe that was the next one coming.
“So far so good?”
“Yes Master, I understand.” Her hips were rocking his hand.
“Good, would you like another taste before I explain the older customs?” Her mouth opened and a very lovely sound escaped. Harry again brought his hand up and she licked his fingers hungrily before he resumed working her pussy.
“Alright, the old customs are divided into five steps and a structure of intervals between them. The first is signalled by a collar. Like the one you are wearing now. It is a time to get to know each other, learn each others limits and to start training for the next step. If you can’t complete the training it would be a clear sign that the Master and his slave are not a good match.” By the word training Hermione began fucking herself on Harry’s fingers.
“Of course, nothing speaks against charms like our glamour or the save word. They were just not invented when these rules were set up. Both can quit any time without consequences.”
Harry had to move his fingers along with her. He didn’t want her to come yet. It earned him a frustrated noise from Hermione.
“If the slave is successful in her training and her Master agrees, the slave may take the second step. Which is giving up her right to own something.” Here his slave gasped. “Yes, everything you own. And that is binding in court.” He held his fingers still again to signal Hermione that she could fuck herself again. “After that the training becomes much harder, because after six to eight weeks comes a big step. But even after the second you still could stop.”
If you take the third step, you’d have to give up your body to me. I would mark you permanently.” Her knees almost gave out. “Don’t come until I finished telling you.” He held her shuddering form close to him and continued close to her ear. “Yes, I would mark you. Maybe a hot iron. Or a magical mark, so I would always know how horny you are. There are even marks which would make you cum whenever I want, wherever you are...”
He let that play out in her mind for a while. “and you could still quit after that...”
He applied pressure on her clit with his thumb and listened to her breathing change. “If you manage the training that is following your third step you can be pretty sure to have found the right Master. Do you want to know what you do in your fourth step my slave?”
“Ye.. yes Master:” She was fucking herself with all her might.
“In the fourth step you would give me control over your magic. You’d only be able to cast spells I’d allow. I would be able to take your magic from you if I wanted to, will know of every spell you would cast and should I so desire can let it fail.”
“And in the final step you’d appear in front of the Wizengamot and declare under Veritaserum all your right as a witch forfeit to become my property. I would in front of all the world own you as part of the Potter/Black estate. After that, there would be no turning back, no way out for you.”
Hermione was moaning incoherently now since the forth step. “Are you close, my slut?”
“Yes Master... may I please?”
“Yes... cum for me” Though even Hermione was a moaner, one or two small shrieks came from her. Her whole body was shacking while she rode it out. Harry couldn’t hold her any longer and let her on the ground, guiding her head into his lap. Her exposed pussy still pointed to the lake and he kept slowly stroking her, until she was back with him.
They were silently gazing at the lake for the last fifteen minutes. While Hermione was sorting through her hazy memory. Am I really up to this. Oh, Merlin, the idea alone to be really owned. Not just in my mind. To just be property with no way out. How could I make such adecision now? But the thought about the training becoming harder and harder made her shiver again. How far would I be pushed?
“What are you thinking?” Harry finally asked.
“I don’t know if I can make that decision now, Master. I am sorry... but to give up my only way out and become property for real. I don’t know, Master. The thought alone would let me climax, but at the same time it is my greatest fear.”
Harry was looking down at her and started grinning: “I think you didn’t pay attention to what I said, you little slut. You just thought about cumming, didn’t you?”
Hermione averted her eyes blushing.
“You have soo much training before you, should we decide upon it. So many chances to fail. You earned to make that decision when you earned my mark and succeeded in the training after that. Should you by then have any doubt, that I am not the perfect Master for you to spend the rest of your life with, you’d still have your safe word. You will have the right to have a safe word until your last step. And that could be next Summer. And I will make sure it will feel like an eternity for you.”
Hermione was breathing deeply again.
“But remember, I will have to push you much harder, hurt you worse and will have to take a very firm hand in your life. Your safe word is your last way out. Don’t use it lightly.”
When she finally looked up from his lap, the lust and love in her eyes answered their question before Hermione’s word finally did. “Master, can my collar please be the sign of my first step to become the perfect slave for you?”
“It will be, my slut.”
“Thank you, Master.” Hermione still kept her arms at her side, but snuggled her head deeper into Harry's lap. She felt how hard he was under her and inhaled deeply, trying to fill herself with his scent. She purred quietly.
“You really would like to suck me suck me off, right here in the open, don't you?”
“Mmmm ...Yes, Master...may I?”
Harry was silent for nearly a minute while Hermione had begun to rub him with her face. “No, slut.” he said seriously. “I have to think clearly for a while. Come, sit beside me.” He patted the ground next to him.
With a last deep breath of his scent Hermione got up from him and sat next to him, folding her legs under her. She watched her Master closely. She had rarely seen Harry so concentrated. He looked straight over the lake. Sometimes his forehead would wrinkle in worry or his lips thinned into a fine line. She did not dare to interrupt him. But she knew that face. Her Master was worried. It made her nervous. That went on for a good ten minutes. Hermione was wringing her hand in her own lap by then, clearly distressed., when Harry came out of his thought. Wondering what she had done wrong.
He kept his eyes distant. "It would be so easy to just fuck you all day long, Hermione. I love to see you aroused. Your face when I make you cum. You are so beautiful, you are such a good fucktoy..."
Harry finally looked at her. She beamed at his compliments. He noticed the blush that his last degrading word brought to her cheeks. He swept a streak of her hair out of her face.
"But there are so many things to figure out if we want to go through with your training... so many things to consider." He paused and looked over the lake again.
"Last year I would have come to you with things like that. Now... now I don't know if I lost that friend. My best friend. Because she is my slave now. Because I have taken control and responsibility over her... How can I be a good Master for you when I can't solve all our problems alone. When I need your help... Am I too weak to deserve to be your Master, Hermione? That in the end, can't I make you happy?"
She saw the doubts on his face when he looked at her again. Her fear of losing him brought tears to her eyes. "Master... Harry," she added after a moment. "I am still here. And I am yours. The last days have been heaven for me. I have been so hot all the time. You controlled me just the right way... " It has been some time since she had spoken so freely. "Ever since I thought about sex at all, I wanted to be a slave. I fantasised of being yours since after the troll in our first year. You saved my life, it was yours to keep... " Her blush returned by her next words. "On the nights I played with myself, when I let my fantasies free reign, it became your face... that you'd be my Master. That you'd take control over me." Her shiny eyes looked into his again. "But how could I ask that of you? To burden you with the responsibility for my life? To take care of me? How could I deserve you?"
She sighed. Harry let her talk.
"I was so frustrated sometimes. I am sorry that I snapped at you so often. But what could I do? Instead of telling you to do your homework, should I just have gone to my knees in front of you and begged to be your slave? ...I hated myself sometimes for not deserving you or was ashamed for wanting to be a slave. Tried to hate the concept. If I couldn't be a slave, why should house elves be allowed to?"
Harry clearly heard her feelings in her voice. Tears were running down her cheeks and into the hand Harry was holding her face with.
"Since you asked me to be my Master... I.. It's hard to describe how I feel. ...Do you remember the Mirror of Erised you told me about in our first year? It's like I stood before it all those year. My deepest desire right in front of me, but out of my reach. Slowly going mad. When you asked me to be my Master I stepped through the mirror. I've been living my deepest fantasies since."
Hermione was talking herself into a state. "I am sorry to be such a burden. Sorry, for making your life so complicated. For you it is so new... Please don't give up on me. Please don't give up your control over me. Let me be the slave you want me to be. Please. I am sorry I have been such a slut when you needed me to be more..."
Harry wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless, but he was afraid he wouldn't stop there. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and put new confidence in his voice.
"We both have much to learn to make this work, don't we?" She nodded franticly. "Don't cry, Hermione. Of course I am not giving up so easily. We will figure it out." She looked up at him hopefully.
Harry thought for a moment before answering. "You want me to help you to figure out what kind of slave I want you to be?"
"Yes Master... please"
"Ok... When I want to hear your opinion and input, or want you to go and perform for example your duties as Head Girl... when I need you not only as my slave, but also as my friend... I will call you Hermione. I will allow you to call me Harry or Master in return. When you are to shut up and just to do as you are told, you'll be called pet. Pets can't talk and they are expected to kneel at their Masters feet when not told otherwise. Do you understand, Hermione?"
Hermione had to stop herself from blindly saying 'Yes, Master'. She had to consider her words. "Yes, Harry. I think this is an excellent idea."
"Good. Should I call you slut you are allowed to enjoy the pleasure I give you and to answer what my questions with words. But you are not to talk freely. You will end every sentence with Master."
Harry smiled wickedly at her. "And if I call you my fucktoy you are to use yourself in the most pleasurable way for me to make me cum without hesitation."
Hermione groaned. Harry chuckled at her reaction, but soon his expression grew serious.
"But whatever name I give you, Hermione, you will obey me. You ARE my slave and I control your life. However friendly I am too you, how valuable your opinion can be to me. You have no control over your life. I will choose. I will decide for you. I control you. Never forget that."
Hermione saw it in that moment. His eyes looked like steel. But glowing deep green, of course. She saw the Master Harry would become for her. Those eyes left no room for discussion.
"Yes Master... thank you so much. Harry, I wouldn't want it any other way."
His voice became softer again. "You deserve nothing less, Hermione."
She just let the happiness shine on her face, before a bothersome thought occurred to her.
"Harry, what if you call me by a wrong name by accident?"
"Hmm", he said after a moment and then added with a grin, "should I really slip and you really think it was accidental and disobey me, I might even give you a reward for catching it... instead of a well deserved punishment."
Hermione just prayed she never had to disobey him. Instead she hoped she could help him with whatever had him worried. She was happy that their first crisis was as fast resolved as it came up. Happy to be a better slave for him now.
"So what had you so worried before, Harry?"
He sighed. "I was wondering for example if we would bit off more than we could chew by choosing the older way. Don't get me wrong, I still want to do it. I want to become perfect for you, and should I be able to prove that to myself and to you, I want it to be official. Since I became of age and Gringotts came down upon me with all the estate and house business... well, I don't want to sound all pureblood and all, Hermione, but I AM the head of two ancient houses. And I have to take up the responsibilities and privileges of that. No, not because I consider myself as better or anything... But because all those Potters before me, who made the House into what it is... they are my family. I can't let them down by just taking all the gold in the vaults and have a grand time with it. And as for the House of Black... Sirius had as a fugitive or before not the power to drag the name Black out of the dirt. I think he made me his heir partly because I could. And I want to..."
Harry took a breath after that, and pulled his hand through his hair, he noticed he had Hermione's full attention.
"I digress, don't I?"
"Yes you do, Harry." she grinned at him.
He wondered if he was slipping again, if he was too soft to her, but remembered: No, I could just call her my fucktoy, right now, right here. And she would become just that. With just one word from me. Hmm, it would catch her totally off guard. Just one word. Maybe I should just do it... Merlin, how can I hold such power over her? ...and now I am wandering off even in my head. Well, that's why I have to learn not only to control her but myself to. Such power is too easy to abuse.
"Yeah, sometimes it is just nice to talk to you. Anyway, the reason I would want us to it the old ways is not at all traditional. When I make you in this way officially mine, I would not only know that you would be the right one for me. You would be the ONLY one for me. You would bear my child, my heir..."
Hermione was shocked speechless.
"Should I manage to make you mine, I would never marry anyone else. And our child would be the heir and not born out of wedlock because, well... you would not be considered a person anymore. You would be property..."
Harry watched as that statement played out on Hermione's face. Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks red.
"So, before we come to the problems I want to hear in your own words what you think about that. I know you agreed already, but I want to be sure. I want to hear it when you are not horny as hell. But more... sober."
It took Hermione a couple of seconds to pick her mind back together. She spoke her first thought.
"Dear Merlin, you really don't do anything by half, do you?" She realised how that must have sounded and looked down in shame. "I am sorry, Harry... I... The thought of you training me and pushing me ... it just makes me so wet, that I have to stop thinking about it if I don't want to start dripping. Iam, or rather was so afraid to what it was aimed at... to give myself up so completely, that I would no longer be considered a human being, to give up every right. Permanently. Forever... I know it sound hypocritical because I dream about being owned, to become just that. But to have it reality. On paper, in the letters of the law. It'scares me, Harry. It scares me worse than anything else. I am afraid that after I have given you everything I can and have, that what was left of me would just be dead weight. That you'd lose interest. Either that or I would fail in my training and lose you for that. That's why I always wanted a way out. As the only condition."
Something really big stuck in her throat and she tried to swallow that lump down. She hoped her eyes could say it better.
"But after hearing what it means to you... I love you, Harry. I want this. I want you to make me into a piece of your property for the rest of my life. I want to be able to serve you and feel your care for me forever. I want to be 'the One' for you."
"Thank you , Hermione." The kiss that followed said the other three words.
After they broke the kiss Harry steeled himself for the next topic.
"Ok then, the problems I have been thinking about were essential about two topics. Number One is publicity. I personally would not care much to hide what we have. The whole world will know eventually. So what could happen if everybody knew now. Bad Articles in the Prophet. Boohoo. All the students against us. It would be worth it for walking to class with you on a leash." He just loved how he could make Hermione blush. "It would matter. However. The fact of the matter is that we need the Head suite for our training. So we need to stay Head Boy and Girl. If this all blew open McGonagall would have no choice but to demote us. Even if she were sympathetic. So, we have to be careful who we let in. Till now only Luna knows, but I had a talk with her and I trust her. Some of the teachers and of course Ron have suspicions. But I am very hopeful that I will be able to convince them to keep quiet about it. You will make sure to be careful when you call me Master in public. And we must not slack in our school duties. Particularly in our duties as Head students. Even if McGonagall finds out, and I think she will, as long as our duties don't suffer from it, I think she will avoid the scandal."
He looked at Hermione if she had any comments. Her focus was entirely on him. How could anyone not admire him when he takes charge like that. Only then she realised he was waiting for her to say something.
"I agree, Master." She caught herself saying automatic. Sometimes it was hard to be not totally submissive to him. She looked to the ground. "I haven't thought about that yet, Harry. I should have..."
"No, you should not. You were just a slut until today. Admittedly a good slut. But still just a slut. And as such you need not to worry about such things, " he said with finality. Harry felt the rush from the power he had over her. He heard her gasp and heavy breathing and could see how she clenched her thighs together. He just loved that he could do that to his slave.
Hermione's pussy was on fire and she had to fight to keep her hands away from it. It is just so hard to be more than a slut when he is this commanding. When just his presence and his voice alone make me so hot. He is not even giving me a single order and I am wet down to my socks. She tried to ignore her pulsing sex. Really, she tried.
Harry's dominating gaze was fixed upon her. She dared not to look up and see those eyes. Sweat was shining on her forehead.
"Hermione, focus!" Now THAT was an order. She looked up at him. She saw his will for her to control her arousal.
"Yes... Harry, I... am trying, " she said desperately.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. It was so intoxicating to control her. So hot how much power he had over her. But nothing would be solved if he just gave into his desire to dominate her right now. So he tried to clear his mind of that emotion. What he knew about Occlumency helped.
When he looked at Hermione again and saw her eyes clearing, he went on.
"Good. Now, that would deal with the people in the school. However, each time you take the next step it has to be officially witnessed. High ranking enough to be at least a member of the wizengamot."
"...Oh God..." Hermione moaned.
Harry was noticed that the more he was blunt with facts like this, the more humiliating and arousing it would be for her.
"You realise that Iwill not let you cum until we finished this conversation."
Hermione had closed her eyes and went still. Then she finally relaxed a little. "...but you will fuck me afterwards?"
"If you earn it by finally paying attention, I will."
"Thank you... Harry," she still hadn't opened her eyes. "You can't imagine just how hot you are making me." The took a forceful breath. "Ok, official witness. Got it. Does that mean we have to find and approach a member of the wizengamot which can be trusted enough not to rat us out? That could be problematic with the limited time we have." He could live with her closed eyes for now. He needed her brain, not her pussy right now. Even when they hadn't approach the real problem yet.
"I think we don't have to. The legal department of Gringotts is not only allowed to handle inheritances and such. I am quiet certain that a high enough official in that department will be able to do the witnessing, too. I had some dealings with them over the summer and I have a good feeling that we will find what we need at Gringotts.
"I don't know if the goblins can be trusted, Harry. There is bad history after all."
"I know. They like to claim that all their business stays inside their wall. Which is pretty reliable for smaller things. But for witnessing over a custom that has been done only once in this century, I am sure the witness likes his mouth sealed with gold. And should he get to greedy I can always begin to apply pressure."
Hermione's looked up at him. Her breathing was down to normal. "Only once...?"
"Yes. ...1904 if I remember correctly. They failed after the third step."
"Oh" she paused."What do you mean by pressure, Harry?"
"What do you think would happen if I withdrew all my liquid assets and transferred the business accounts to another bank outside goblin control? With the public comment that Gringotts can not be trusted with it?"
"Others would follow..." she realised.
"And it would cause enough damage to the bank that someone had to pay for that. And I am confident that one too greedy goblin would trade his neck for a pike. Regardless of his position."
"...that would work. But I don't understand what had you so worried."
"There's one thing I haven't figured out yet. We'll come to that soon. I just wanted to see if there were any aspects I blatantly missed."
Hermione thought for a moment. "How are going to get in contact with Gringotts. Do you think Headmistress McGonagall will allow us a floo connection?"
"I don't really trust the floo. Not even with the new department head. Much easier to apparate. As far as I glimpsed into 'Hogwarts – a History' it is not uncommon for acting Head of an ancient house to be allowed to leave the grounds outside of class for a limited amount of time. Correct?"
"Yes, for business concerning the House. It's in chapter four..."
He cut her off again before she would tell him the paragraph and page number. "So, anything else?"
Hermione was silent again, then frowned.
"Harry, how can we find time for all of it. Classes, homework, studying, head student duties, your family duties. Will there be enough time to train me?"
He smiled sadly at her. "I just love how smart you are, Hermione. You are right. There is not enough time. I don't want to go into too much detail about your training and get you all worked up again." Hermione just blushed, but kept her focus on him. "One possibility, probably not a good one, is to quit Hogwarts and take the NEWTs with private tutoring. That would be easier on the time management." He saw Hermione's frown deepening. "Yeah, I don't like the idea either. Not only because I am rather fond of the castle, but also because that solution would bring a whole lot of other problems with it. From finding those tutors to the issue of making it all secure enough. Then there is the possibility of the use of one potion that is supposed to reduce the need of sleep. I haven't looked into that one. Because getting a steady supply would be a pain, the long term use of any potion is generally concerning and the side effect, well, I don't want to imagine them. The same could be said about a ritual."
"What about a time turner?" Hermione remembered her third year.
"That would be a neat thing, huh?"
"I mean, sure they are ministry regulated and you'd have to apply to get a permission to get one, but I am sure there are... other sources..."
"Hermione Granger, putting me up to break the rules. I don't know what to say," he teased.
"There are only your rules anymore, Harry."
Harry caressed her cheek for that. "Tell me what you know about time turners."
"Well, you can use them to travel back in time, one hour per turn. Professor Dumbledore told me I should never do more than five turns when I had mine in my third year. They consist of a gold chain and the gold casing necessary to wind the time turner up. The hourglass itself is made out of special very fine unbreakable glass. The sand in the glass can only be found at one location in the world. I read that the British ministry has the monopole for creating and regulating them since 1410. I suspect that they work only a limited number of times because after what we did in third year, the time turner barely worked for more than one turn. After that it just went dead."
Hermione realised she was rambling by now. Harry used to roll his eyes whenever she did this. She looked up sheepishly and found him looking at her closely.
"I suspected you'd know rather much about them. I coincidently learned some of that myself. When I got an overview over the businesses I have investments in, there was one standing out because it went bankrupt at the beginning of this year after six month of absolutely no income. It was a small, steady business, long-term ministry contract. I got curious and guess what the product of this business had been."
Hermione was biting her lip in concentration. "They were making the time turners? But why would the ministry stop paying them to do so?"
"Do you want the short version or the long?" As if that would ever be the question with Hermione.
"The long version, please, Harry."
"Very well" He could show off knowledge, too. It begins in the eleventh century when the first time turner were created. From what I learned the runic carvings inside the glass was very different. Not only could they spin up to over 24 times, a whole day, they could be easier to recharge, as you suspected they have to be. A modern time turner, you'd have to give back to the ministry to do so. The first models you'd just have to put in an area with high magical saturation. So, guess what happens, the ministry didn't like that very much that they have so little control over their uses. It took them some time of outlawing time turners on getting hold over the digging site. And when they got it, as you said in the year 1410, they started their own monopole producing them. Because they are rather useful after all. They limited the turns the device could do, so they would be cheaper to produce, and took the ability charge away completely. So that they could control who could have one. If you had permission a turner would be 'lend' to you and when it was 'empty' you'd have to give it back."
"As for the production, the tricky part is apparently to seal the charged sand into the hourglass while it is being formed and engraved with the basic rune set. By the way, that was what the business was doing. So, when a time turner is 'empty' the hourglass gets broken open and the uncharged sand is loaded in the ministry. They use a really big hourglass for that. At the bottom the charged sand runs out, to be used in new time turners. See where I am going with this?"
It took Hermione half a minute for the shock to show the shock on her face.
"The Time Room in the Department of Mysteries. Dear Merlin, that was /the/hourglass?"
"It seems so. The glass broke and all the sand went bad. They had to mine new one and start the whole process new. It will take years," he added sadly.
"How do you know all this?"
"I think telling me all of this was the managers way of saying he was sorry for running my business to the ground."
"So, no time turner, huh?"
"Before the DoM incident, I am sure you could get a time turner somewhere in Knockturn Alley under the counter. Now the only reliable one are banned for almost six hundred years."
"A shame," Hermione sighed. "What else can we do? How much time do you think we have to solve this?"
"In theory we have all the time in the world. Your training is not starting until you officially take the first step, witnessed and all. But I am rather impatient to start training you. I have plans for you, after all."
Hermione just loved the word training when it a was applied to her. It showed. "I am sorry I couldn't help you more, Harry." And added in a hopeful tone, "do you want to fuck me now?"
Harry could try to control himself all he wanted, but those words were getting to him. He let her stir for a moment, checking the time. "Since I intend to fuck you until you scream we better do that inside, slut. You will go back the suite, after I had the chance to talk to McGonagall I will join you there. Make sure your wet pussy is the first thing I see when I enter. Close your eyes as soon as you got into position and keep them that way."
Hermione remembering the new rule replied eagerly "Of course, Master." While she followed him back to the castle, the revelled in the new way he found to control her. Their ways parted in the entrance hall and Hermione hurried up to the suite, panting when she finally entered. She stripped off her clothes and got on all four not two meters away from the entryway. Hermione lowered upper body to the floor and reached around to spread her ass cheeks with her hands. Finally she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She was ready for her Master. She didn't have to make sure to be wet. She felt it running down her legs.
It was not as if nobody but Harry and her had access to the Head suite. Besides the Headmistress and Flickwick as her deputy at least Ron and Luna knew the password. Hermione didn't know Harry had changed it this morning. So her thoughts went wild. But McGonagall gives the password to another student, say because they need help with something. They would come in here and find me with my legs spread offering my dripping cunt. And find out that the Head Girl is just aslut. Mmmm, just with one word Harry makes me into just that. Slut. Hmm, who just needs to be wet and aroused...
But he said it was not enough for him. And maybe it was not enough for me either, because to be able to talk to Harry freely felt so... so good. To be able to be more for him than just aslut. I am so lucky that he wants my mind as well. At first I thought I would miss the feeling of control over me, Miss to call him Master. Boy, was I wrong. Those eyes. Harry will be able to totally dominate me just with one look. Without the need of an order.
How lucky am I. I am not only his slave, but if he wants me to, I am his submissive and obedient girlfriend. Just like he needs me. And just with one word he can take all that away and remind me of my place at his feet. Without the right to talk. Pet... he says that with so much care. Maybe as his pet I feel his affection most. Mmmm, I love how he shows what he needs me to be like this. And just to imagine him naming me his fucktoy right in the middle of the great hall. One whispered word that equals the order to get under the table and suck him off... Hmmm...Mmmm...
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A/N:
As you may have noticed, Harry is more proactive in this story. For example the awareness of his inheritance. Taking over the estates is more than just knowing how much money you have. In this story he was approached between sixth and seventh year and started to slowly learn how to manage his business.
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