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Another different way of looking at things

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So, here it goes...

Chapter 5 – False assumptions

While Hermione was quietly moaning the their suite, Harry was descending the stairs from the Headmistress office. The conversation he just had with the former Head of Gryffindor was... tense. Obviously she had a stressful day. Harry had considered coming back when she would be in a better mood to have a better chance of succeeding with his request. But to turn around now, tail between his legs... it felt too much like failure. And to fail not only himself but also his slave was not acceptable. He used the same attitude as with Hermione's mother on the last weekend. To be polite but firm...

She tried to stall for time, and Harry didn't understand her reluctance until he saw her eyes glancing at Dumbledore's portrait. Just like old times..."had thought grimly and before McGonagall could finish phrasing that since it was not safe and she could not guarantee his safety outside the wards, he had cut her off. She didn't like like. But Harry had stated to her very clearly that he was not the kid anymore her predecessor liked to meddle with, meaning that should she refuse she'd have to sign a waver to take full responsibility for /any/losses or repercussions due to his inability to perform his family duties., financial or otherwise. Should she refuse that also, the matter would be brought in front of the Chief Mugwump, who by the way would take such matters more seriously than the last one.

He knew he was taking a big gamble by threatening her like this. But he continued by stating that he had the resources to ensure his safety on this short trips. Most of them would lead to Diagon Alley anyway. She changed her tactic to bargaining. Harry should take an Order escort with with. He didn't like the idea that so many people would be in on that. It was a heated argument, which however cooled down considerable after McGonagall had told Albus to shut up, in very blunt words actually. Followed by freezing his portrait temporary.

In the end they came to terms. Harry got keyed into the gates to pass them without the help of the staff and had permission the leave the school as long as it did not interfere with classes or his other obligations. In return he had to inform her of a trip beforehand. In addition he had to carry a emergency portkey in these times. Should he ever use it, Harry knew, it would earn him the biggest 'I told you so' he ever got. But he could live with that.

Dumbledore was worse in paint than before. Harry was still riled up about the portrait's condescending attitude when he reached the entrance to their suite. On the other side his slave would be presenting her pussy for him, hoping to get fucked. And Harry wanted to fuck her, to dominate her completely. He needed that now. He needed to show her that he was her Master. To prove it to her and to himself.

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Over the next week the two of them had to learn that they almost never had enough time for each other. Doing well in their classes combined with the resulting homework for their NEWT year alone was a lot of work. Add to that that the meetings with teachers and prefects and helping younger students as was expected of them as Head students left very little free time. Harry was leaving the castle for hours each day to find asolution for 'the time problem' as Hermione called it. Her Master didn't talk much about it. Some of the days he was leaving directly after class only to return late at night to start on his homework. He looked so tired sometimes.

But it rarely felt to her like he had no control over her during the day. His eyes were so possessive when he was watching her. Like he wanted nothing more than to completely dominate her into submission right there, regardless who would see it. And Hermione would have liked nothing better than to drop to her knees before him, part his robes, free his cock from his trousers and pleasure him. Sometimes it was hard not to call him Master when she saw his gaze. She knew it was hard for him to hold himself back, too. They both tried to avoid unnecessary much attention. But Harry was always able to show her his control with small gestures. And she was incredible thankful for that.

At times, for example when she sat without him in ancient runes, all she had was her collar and the lack of underwear to remind her, and she was desperate for his control. And when she met him after that class she saw his need to show her the power over her. Over his slave. It was a simple order, nobody would get suspicious. He just said that treacle tart was delicious today and that she should try it. She knew as well as he did that she never liked the dessert at all. When she put a good portion on her plate and slowly began to eat it, she knew with every unpleasant bite, that her Master made her do it. From the look in his eyes he needed it as much as she did.

These days felt like their lives were on hold. Like they were waiting to start. Even their activities in their suite were limited these days. There was just no time. Hermione was worried that Harry was rushing himself too much. He barely slept in days.

It was Thursday and they were sitting at the table in their common room, classes just finished, writing an essay each.

"You know, Hermione, somehow it is even a good thing."

"You think so?" He knew she didn't intend to sound so snappish. She was frustrated. She finally got to be his, and now she had barely time to serve him like she wanted.

"Yes," he said firmly, looking up. "You have to understand, Hermione how intoxicating the power is you gave me over you. How much I desire to just dominate you. To see how happy and horny I make you by doing it.... Controlling you is easy. Controlling myself is not. If I do not learn to hold myself back, if I just let go and do it, it would destroy us both. And everything we would be in the future. You know what you mean to me, Hermione. I could not let that happen."

"I am sorry, Master," Hermione would not lift her eyes from the table. "You are pulling yourself apart, and I don't know how I can help. You are doing all that to help me, and all I do is complain and make it harder for you... It's just so hard to wait... I need you to train me, Master. I am sorry."

"We both need the time to learn, Hermione."

"Is there nothing I can do? No other possibility? Maybe we should drop out of one of our classes? Or two?"

He could understand Hermione's frustration, but this was getting too far. Today's visit to Gringotts had a decent chance of success. But it wouldn't do to get anyone's hopes up. Especially not hers. Finding a willing and qualified witness had taken less than an hour. Finding a solution for their time problem had proven to be far less easy. He fixed her with narrowed eyes. "You don't need to worry yourself about that, pet. You have to learn to trust me to take care of such things."

Hermione wanted to assure him that she did trust him. She wanted to find something to help him with. To make his day easier. Her essay was nearly done, and she had hoped to quickly finish it and ask him if she could give him a blowjob. Now she would do none of that. With one softly spoken name he demonstrated his will over her. She laid her quill beside the parchment, walked across the table and knelt by his side. She was still angry at herself for not being able to help, but she loved it when Harry took control of her like this. When he took care of her in this way. She watched him him as he kept on writing in concentration. Without looking down to her he laid his left hand on her head and guided it to rest on his thigh, all the while lightly scratching her scalp. It took a while before she could completely relax. After that she just enjoyed his petting and hugged his leg tight in return to show her love. He would have to leave soon.

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Maybe it was fate's way of saying 'Sorry for all the crap I piled over you and all. Here, have a cookie' because the very same evening he hit the jackpot. He had been at Gringotts every day that week. Harry had found out fast that the possibility of potions or a ritual to solve their problem were not acceptable to him. To have to sleep for a month after performing it was as bad as the list of long term side effects form the potion.

So the concentrated on the time turners, slim as the chance ever may be. He just wanted one. One of the original ones. Harry strongly suspected the Blacks could have one. Because for one, there apparently had always been some 'black' sheep in the family. For example they had been once known for initiating blood feud with their business competitions and had just killed them off. From the ledgers indicated, the Blacks had been pretty much the magical Mafia between 800 and about 1300. Second, they had not paid one single knut for the possession of dark objects till about 200 years ago. And even then only small fish.

Harry reasoned that they must have found a really good hiding place. Secret, easy and fast to reach, and with good safety. Something better than hiding it under the floor, like he had at Privet Drive... or good old Lucius at his home. The problem with that would be that it would be very hard to find. He was pretty sure that more than one ministry administration had tried and failed to bring the Blacks down forever. So after a lot of questions, bribes and receiving a fair bit of dubious looks he was allowed to hire a 'personal account specialist', a truly evil old goblin and they had been going over the books to find a clue.

Harry had gotten serious doubt in the end that this was a good idea. The papers dated back almost two millennia. And the search was not very fruitful till now. Well, Harry found a lot of items that could be of use for him. But not a time turner. Today however he was greeted with a grin he never wanted to see again after he entered the office they were working in. On Friday old bugger found something.

Harry didn't understand half of the explanations on the history of the vault. He wanted to open it up already. From what he understood the Blacks had done something like this: You open a business with the 'help' of another family and in the name of the other family, make sure the Blacks are the general caretaker of one of the minor vaults. Ensure further that the rent of the vault and the interest of the money in it is fixed. At the end of the year, before the rent is due, you make sure that in the vault is exactly the amount of money to let the interest pay the rent. Then you just kill the business along with the other family. How nice. But since the vault is neither freed nor produces money, it will appear as empty the following year. Invisible. Somehow. Harry didn't know if he wanted to understand it.

But the fact remained that the Blacks had a vault for almost 800 years that was nowhere in their own books. And since the amount of gold in it mustn't be changed, what else would they use it for than to store items they didn't want to be caught with?

Not ten minutes later he had been able to take a good look into it. The door was keyed to the ring as a business vault and not to blood like a family vault. He would never again be happy to see so many disgusting things. A dark wizards toystore. The thanked the gods it was at least neatly organized. Chronologically. It appeared that since the room contained some 'additional unidentified magical objects' as far as the goblins were concerned, the Blacks also kept all names out of it. The small vault contained beside a trunk in the middle, which Harry suspected contained the gold, two shelves, divided into cubicles with a small plate each. On the plate was the number of a year. Some cubicles were completely covered by black cloth, others were empty. And there he found it.

It looked like it hadn't been used in centuries, which was probably true. It was bigger than the one he remembered. More tennis ball than ping-pong in size. The casing was covered in runes, and same as the chain, it's gold was blackened. The hourglass was nearly blind. Harry realised he had to find out if this thing was working at all.

It turned out that it did. After picking it up carefully and returning to the offices above, he contacted the goblin he had found as a witness. Not coincidently he was also the Head account manager for the combined Potter / Black estates. And furthermore probably the goblin he trusted most. After all, Dokfank wouldn't carry his titles otherwise.

So, after the turner could be checked and found in working condition, Harry arranged Hermione's official first step for the next day, tested the turner and exited Gringotts two hour earlier. There were other arrangements to be made.

Harry felt relieved. He felt anxious to move things along. To take really care of Hermione. To show her his control. He knew if he told her about the fact that she would be signing an agreement to be his slave the next day, she happy, more than eager to do so. But he wanted more. He wanted her desperate to do it. He wanted her to realise what she will be leaving behind. Harry had an idea how to do that. If she'd to be collared officially tomorrow, he had to take it away today and change it a bit. It would probably be very hard for her, and it was not easy for her already.

Hermione looked up from the book she was reading. Harry was only gone an hour. The look on his face when he returned worried her deeply. He looked tired, sad, determined. She saw his love for her. She stood before him. She'd do anything to make him better.

Harry took her face in for a soft and slow kiss. Tomorrow their lives would finally start. She'd have to suffer till then. He'd make it all better tomorrow. His next three word were all heart. "I love you."

Hermione had not yet found her voice when she felt the spell tingle over the back of her neck. She felt the collar loosen. She saw his sad gaze when he took it away and left to his room. She was shocked speechless. She could not move a muscle, except to slowly raise a hand to her exposed neck. She didn't understand what was happening. She felt so loved at his declaration. It has been such a small time since he gave her the collar. She wanted to wear it forever. And now it was gone. She wasn't wearing clothes for over a week now while in the suite, but now for the very first time the felt it. Naked. Alone. Unwanted. Had Harry rejected her? Was the stress to much? Was her desire to be his slave just atoo much of a burden? She began crying freely, still standing there. Only a week... She felt the despair as it overtook her. Her legs gave out and she knelt down on the floor sobbing in anguish when Harry returned.

It was hard for him to watch her like this. He knew she felt rejected, that he dejected her as her Master. The anger at her lack of trust made it easier to go through with his plan instead of reassuring her of his control. He lay a hand on her rocking shoulder.

"Hermione, why don't you go get dressed, underwear and everything. And then just do what you used to do? Read your favourite book, see if there is something new in the library or just enjoy your day like you did last year and then sleep in your own bed. I will talk to you tomorrow, ok?" She sobbed harder at that, but got up. She could look at him as she rushed up the stairs.

She couldn't stop crying. When she picked out her panties from her drawer and put them on, it felt so wrong. It was the first rule Harry set for her. She got used to being bottomless so fast. Panties were a part of her old life. Not wearing them was a symbol that Harry had access to her whenever he wanted. Like her collar was.

Getting dressed in her 'old' clothes she sat on her bed. The tears had stopped. The despair didn't. She tried to read her favourite book about Hogwart's history. She always liked the feeling of being part of the story, of being a small part of the many events that took place by attending the school. The newer editions literally described them. The mentioning of the chamber of secret, the dementors, Sirius' break in, the tournament. Not in great detail mostly, but it was all mentioned. And she was part of it. A small part as Harry's friend. That brought a new wave of despair. How could she go back to just being his friend after a week of being allowed to be his slave. How could she see him everyday and not beg him to control her, to care for her?

She tried the library. She had always found comfort in this silent well of knowledge. But how could it compare? With Harry she was alive. This place was dead. She tried to think of anything, any of the things that used to make her happy, but they all faded as she compared them to the power in Harry eyes when he used to look at her possessively. The power she wanted him to have over her.

That's where Padma Patil found her. The Ravenclaw had spend as much time there as a student probably could. She was proud to know the maze pretty well. It was not the first time she heard quiet sniffing when she wandered the most deserted and forgotten rows of books. Sometimes a firstyear got lost or a student was just crying over this or that. She would prefer if those students could use the toilets for that. The Library was a place to gain knowledge. And that was serious business for Padma. But of course as a prefect she took it as her duty to help them.

She was however as surprised as she was concerned to find that it was Hermione who was the source of the distress. She considered her a... friend. A fellow mind who appreciated and share her love for the knowledge stored in all those old tomes. She often had lively discussions, even arguments, about the reliability or usefulness of different books, quoting passages and using page numbers to enforce their argument. There were not many people who could handle Padma when she was in book-mode. She was surprised at first that it was a Gryffindor who proved herself to be able to. It started as a competition. It wouldn't do to be outdone by a lion in a matter of knowledge, after all. It was the start of a strange friendship. Had they been in the same house, they would probably be best friends. But even though Padma knew Hermione had a Raven in her heard, due to be in different houses, the lack of opportunity limited their possibilities in that regard.

They always helped each other out. Sought each other opinion on research and analysed the others results. They even let the discussion descent to more mundane topics of shared frustration. But they both didn't like to admit to lack information on an subject, like for example why it was that 'boys' were so clueless. Hermione's affection for Harry Potter was however no secret for her and she was happy for her friend since rumours were confirmed that the two were dating now. Even when Padma wanted just to analyse the situation to find the solution with best probability of success, she was concerned about her friend. It didn't happen often, but she had to mentally scold herself for still being in book-mode. She crouched down to her to get the girl's attention.

"Hermione? What is wrong?"

The look of anguish Padma saw on her face let her doubt if indeed boyfriend trouble was Hermione worry. It looked more like she just heard of her parents death. Merlin, why do I have analyse everything so coldly? Because Hermione is emotionally enough on her own. Padma had to concede to that, but she new her bluntness could be a weak spot. Hermione however had always appreciated it.

Her friend tried to wipe the redness out of her eyes and plaster a smile on her face. Both with limited success.

"Hello Padma, how are you?" She even tried to sound cheery.

"I am as well as ever. You are not" , she stated. Yes, there is the bluntness. She tried to make up for it by putting a hand on her shoulder. "Is it about Harry?" After a nod for confirmation Padma added, "boys can be stupid sometimes... well, most times."

Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No, Harry... he is under a lot of stress the past few days. All the school work. The work as Head Boy. Managing the two Houses. He is not sleeping enough. And.... and."

"I am sure those are all very time consuming activities, but not excuses for him to bring you into such a state. He must have said or done something to upset you. What was it?"

Hermione didn't know how anybody could understand her misery. Or how she could explain it. But Padma was always able to understand her reasoning. Her voice sounded defeated. "He said that he loved me. I could feel that he meant it. And he said I should go..." she started sobbing again,"...go out and enjoy my day, check for new books or do whatever I liked." She threw herself on Padma, buried her face into the other girls shoulder, letting her tears flow freely again.

Padma tried to sooth her down, but the Ravenclaw had to admit that she didn't understand. What Harry said was very considering. Admitting his love for her. Since Padma knew that Hermione loved him right back, the girl's distress seemed like a mystery. Her tears should be happy.

"I don't understand, Hermione. What is wrong about him loving you. I know you like him well enough..."

Hermione shook her head in fresh tears. Liked him well enough? How could I describe... I couldn't just tell her the truth, could I?

"You know you can tell me, Hermione... I want to understand."

She looked up at Padma, bit her lip before making the decision to try to explain. "Promise me you won't tell anybody. Nobody, ok?" she pleaded.

Padma was a person who took her promises seriously. "As long as I don't make myself guilty as an accomplice before the law... I promise you. Good enough?"

Hermione nodded. She looked down to clear her eyes. "I.. I like to be submissive..." she trailed off.

Padma had read about that, of course. Suddenly the mystery about the collar on the Head Girl uniform made a lot more sense. Because she never found that in the school dress code. She had looked that up. "You want to be a slave. It was a slave collar you wore all week."

Hermione's head snapped up. She recognized Padma's analytical look. She was not judging her. She never was. "Yes. Harry let me be his slave," she admitted. "...it was wonderful. But... "again her eyes misted over, "but I think I am too much work, I think he is pushing me away. That I am too much of a burden."

"Hmm..." Padma made her typical problem-solving sound. Hermione hoped she was wrong, that Padma could it make alright again. She was glad her friend wasn't judging or even mocking her. So she waited for the verdict.

"Was that all he said or was there anything else?" It was important to have as much information as possible available.

"He said that he loved me. Then... then he took my collar away and..." she gulped. "And told me that I should get dressed. That I should wear my underwear again. I should read my favourite book, or go to the library or whatever else I wanted to do. Then he said he would talk to me in the morning. I... I think he doesn't want me anymore..." She looked nervous at the Ravenclaw.

Padma's expression was thoughtful again. Her voice was rather intrigued "You were not wearing panties all week? I seem to remember your skirt was considerable shorter than the standard ones, too. Barely within the dress code."

"Yes" Hermione confirmed. Despite her current state she liked the blush that was forming on her cheeks.

"Weren't you concerned to display your privates by accident?" Padma sounded as if she was just trying to gather information.

"It aroused me to think I would," she admitted.

"Hmm..." Padma was thinking again, then shock her head a little in frustration."Hermione, I have to admit that I don't know enough about the situation to clearly define the subject. Even if I did extensive research about that kind of relationship, I still would lack the knowledge about Harry's behaviour pattern to accurately predict his intentions. You have to admit, it is hardly my fault to lack information about your sexual preferences, let alone Harry's."

Hermione sagged a little."No, Padma, it is not. But thank you for trying. And thank you for keeping it secret. I know there is no easy solution. I... I just don't know what to do."

"I have to agree that your concerns are not invalid. I don't know if my advice is of any value. "

"Please"

"Do you still want to be Harry's slave, Hermione?"

She had a hard time to keep her voice straight enough to answer. "More than anything I ever desired."

"Then try to show him that you are not as much of a burden as you think you. I don't know, make him his favourite breakfast or something similar tomorrow morning. Show him how much you want to be his slave. Maybe he will accept you back. Maybe he won't. But if you don't try you have already failed."

"Yes, I will try, thank you Padma."

"Not a problem, Hermione, I have always liked to figure out a solution you with you." They were silent for a moment. Both thinking. Padma broke it with aquestion that surprised the other girl.

"So... is not wearing panties really so much fun?"

Hermione managed a small smile. "Maybe you should just try it."

"Maybe I will"

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Even after the talk with Padma Hermione felt the loneliness and the dread. Padma tried to help further by pointing out interesting newcomers or discoveries, aka new books and old book. Hermione was thankful for the distraction. All the while she was planning how to give Harry the best breakfast she could. In the early evening all the preparations she could think of were done. She drank a dreamless sleep potion. Otherwise the anxiety would turn her into nervous wreck by morning.

The table was ready by six, including a bright Gryffindor tablecloth, everburning candles and a small flower bouquet. It resembled more a decadent dinner arrangement. On it, neatly arranged, was every kind of food Hermione had ever seen Harry eat in the morning. She had cast the charms to keep the breakfast fresh in her room of course. When everything was ready she knelt down beside the short stairs leading to his room. Her legs spread and arm behind her back. Her eyes were cast down. She was hoping it all would be enough.

When Harry exited his room he didn't really know what he would find. He missed Hermione in his bed and didn't know exactly what state she would be in. So he was pleased to find her at the bottom of the stair. He stopped his descend to take in the room. It really looked like Hermione had pulled out all the stops to make an impression. He looked down proudly at her. She couldn't see this. Her voice was hopeful when she asked: "May I please serve you your breakfast, Master?"

Harry revelled in to control he had again over her for a moment, watching her getting more nervous by the second. He knew this was pure torture for her. But it is still part of her punishment. All he said after waiting a few more seconds was "Yes". He didn't call her Hermione, slut or pet or his slave. She got off her knees and followed him with lowered head to the table where she pulled out his chair for him, and after he sat down, Hermione began to prepare his plate. Harry could feel the anxiety rolling off her. Her hands were shaking when she poured milk to his porridge resulting in a loud noise when the pitcher clattered against his bowl. Harry watched her intently and saw the look of horror cross her face, her still downcast eyes were short of crying. But she carried on while trembling even more..

Seeing his Hermione so desperate to be his slave was addictive. It was like a drug rushing through his system, making him unbelievable hard. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. His eyes never left her, shining in the power he held over her. When she had finished buttering the toast, Harry had at least three plates in front of him, filled with toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages. There was fruit salad, his porridge and flakes in another bowl. Goblets with different juices stood at the side, next to a cup of hot tea. He would never have a chance eating all of that. But it would have been Ron's dream. That thought brought him out of his daze. But he didn't let him be bothered by it any further. He slowly began to eat instead.

Hermione who had been standing by his side, still not daring to look up at him, got on all fours and crawled under the table, right between his legs. He felt her carefully opening his trousers and heard her inhale deeply. He felt her tongue run all the length to the top and had to suppress a groan when she slowly took him into her mouth and started to suck his cock as good as she could. Her head was completely covered by the tablecloth. Harry slowly kept on eating while showing all the pleasure he felt on his face. He felt Hermione's pace getting faster, more desperate. As if it would be the last times she'd taste me.... which is probably what she is afraid of most right now.

Harry had to grab the armrests when he came into her mouth. He felt her swallow franticly, she kept on sucking hard, as if to make sure she really got every last drop. Hermione reluctantly stopped her ministrations and carefully placed his softening dick back in his trousers and zipped them back shut. A moment later she was back from under the table, kneeling at his side. Harry considered her for a moment. She was totally still. Waiting for her verdict. Maybe hoping for an opportunity to plead to him to take her back. Harry didn't want her off the hook yet. He kept his tone neutral and didn't address her with a name.

"Did you enjoy your day yesterday? How did you feel."

Her voice trembled. "It was the worst day in my life, Master. I felt so naked, so alone. It was terrible, Master."

"What did you do?"

"I dressed like you said I should. But without my collar..." She tried to suppress a sob. "I tried to read my favourite book, but that only made it worse, Master. I went to the library but that didn't help either, Master. Padma found me there. She tried to help me, Master. But she didn't understand. I... told her, Master."

Harry was surprised by that. "And you trust her to keep it to herself?"

"Yes, Master. Padma and I have been library friends since first year. She promised to keep it to herself, Master."

He had certainly never heard the term 'library friends' before, but he suspected them to be a group of people spending as much time between the books as he did on the Quidditch pitch sometimes. From what he knew about Padma through their DA meetings in fifth year, she was very eager to learn and very observant. Her analytical skills tended to make her antisocial. She was certainly not a bad person, but she was a full-blooded 'know all – do nothing' Ravenclaw if he ever saw one. Which tended to be very frustrating for him during their DA meetings. She tended to analyse an unknown incoming course instead of dodging it. On their weekly prefect meeting she has been very quiet so far. Oh, and she was the the complete opposite to her twin sister, which made them, even though they were identical, easy to keep apart.

He considered his next word carefully. "Do you think you felt so awful because I was punishing you?"

"Yes, Master. I thought you didn't want me to be your slave anymore, Master... Can I.... Will you take me back, Master? Please, Master, can I be your slave again... I promise to...," she started to beg, but stopped immediately when Harry cut her off with a no-nonsense tone.

"When I took off your collar it was for a reason you obviously didn't consider. When I returned and found you in the state you were in, I realised that you thought I had rejected you. In doing so you failed to trust me. Trust me to know what is right for us. Trust me to be capable of doing what I want. So I decided to let you live a few hours of your old life to see how you like it as a punishment. A few last hours of your old freedom. I have found a time turner yesterday, so today you will sign your enslavement contract and I will train you to trust me. Do you understand, my slut?"

The look on Hermione's face when she looked up in shock made it all worth it. All the distress and suffering he had to put her through. Had he just told her yesterday, she would be happy, sure, she would be relieved that their 'time problem' was nearing an end and she would be eager to start her training. But now... it was hard to phrase in words what played out in her eyes. Maybe if, during the summer after fifth year when he really had hit rock bottom, a divine entity of any kind had come down to his dinky little room with the words 'Hello Harry, I am bringing Sirius back to you... oh, yeah and your parents, too' and pop there they were, maybe then he would have had a look like that on his face. Harry felt so proud that he could make Hermione look like that. That he could make her feel like that.

She hoped she had done the best she could. She tried to please him with the breakfast, even if she was trembling so hard that she nearly messed it all up. She had hoped that she gave him a good blow job. She had hoped to show that she was a good slave to him. She would give everything for hearing him call her pet just one more time. Her hopes were in free fall. She tried to plead him, to beg him to please, please take her back. But he had cut her off, not wanting to hear any of that and instead told her how she failed him. He was going to say no, and Hermione knew her world was going to end. She had stopped breathing and her heart felt like it would go through a mangle with every beat, pumping deafening despair through her body. All was lost.

His next sentences did not really take hold in her numb brain. Not until his last two word. Perhaps it was her lack of breathing that caused her brain to be so slow or to feel what she later could never put into word while her subconscious slowly put the words time turner, enslavement and training in order. Her heart raced frantically while trying to flood her body with a blissful mixture of adrenaline and ecstasy. She felt alive suddenly. She felt free.

She didn't remember that she simply jumped at Harry, straddling him on the chair and holding him as tight as she could. She was hyperventilating, crying with every breath her despair out of her system, while squealing with more joy than she could ever imagine of being capable of. She was delirious while Harry pulled her into his embrace.

While she slowly came to herself again. She realised her position, with her legs over the armrests her pussy was spread wide directly over Harry's again hard cock. He had just vanished his pants, but Hermione never spent a thought on that. She enjoyed rubbing herself over him and moaned in between her rapid breathing and other rather inscrutable exclamations. She never noticed him lifting her up. But she felt when he entered her. It was heaven. Hermione ground her pussy on him, heightening that delicious feeling of Harry fucking her while still hugging him tightly. While one of Harry's hands helped the movement of her ass the other held her head beside his own. He fiercely whispered in her ear, edging her further on:

"You are MINE. Never forget that. MY slut. MY slave. I will train you, slut. Do, you hear me, slut? You are MINE."

Hermione exclamation were reduced to a growing groaning while she rapidly raced towards her orgasm. Harry knew she could not hold that one off. He doubted she would even remember, doubted she would have had a single coherent thought since he began to fuck her. But that didn't matter. She had earned it, and he wanted her to cum.

"I want you to cum now, my slut. Cum for your Master."

She didn't need to be told twice. Hermione became frantic at his command and as she felt her Master spurting inside her. Harry suddenly felt her shudder for several seconds in his arms, actually growling, jerking her hips.

Then she just went limp. Harry help her close to him, still inside her. He just loved that he could make her pass out like this.

He had a shower not an hour ago, but it was definitely time for the tub. Times were good.

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Shortly afterwards Hermione woke slowly floating in warm water to the spicy smell of the additive in it. She felt Harry behind her. Hermione's neck was resting on his collarbone, her head just inches from his. She felt his hand slowly caressing her breast and stomach, washing her while he held her to him. She felt incredible loved and cared for. And had just to purr "Hmmm, Master..."

"I am glad you are awake, Hermione." He whispered back, never stopping to soak her in warm water and foam. They were both silent for a while, just enjoying the scene. Hermione let her eyes stay closed and basked in Harry's caress.

"Thank you... just thank you, Harry." He responded by hugging her a bit closer to him.

"I am sorry for failing you," she said sadly.

"It's behind us. You received your punishment."

"...it was horrible. I felt so lonely... so lost without you. And this morning, I thought I would just fall apart, just die when you told me how I failed you...." she went silent for a moment. "Thank you, Harry, for punishing me so hard. I hope I will never fail you again."

"Initially I just wanted you to be sure to know what you will be leaving behind after today. Your life without me as your Master. But I think it was good that you had to suffer the way you did. Not only did you learn to trust me more, but it was worth it just for the look in your eyes after I finally called you 'my slut' again."

She turned around in his arms and hugged him back. "I can't describe how you made me feel, Harry. " she kissed him, offering her mouth to his tongue and added softly after he broke it,"I deserve to suffer like I did for not trusting you enough."

Harry turned her around again to continue his ministrations to her breast and nipple. "So, how do you think Padma took the news?"

"Padma is a very... academical person. She admitted that she didn't know much about our kind of relationship. That is big for her. She seemed curious though, even intrigued. She will be researching the subject intensely for awhile and then I expect her to ask me questions for comparison. She promised not to tell anyone. And I can't think of a reason why she would. But even if she is curious to learn about dominating and submitting I can't imagine that she'd want to participate. At most she'd want to observe how you train me. Padma is very analytical like that. She was however interested to know if it was really fun to not wear panties."

Harry had to chuckle at that bit of information. "I didn't realise you know her so well."

"Well, I have been discussing books with her since first year. We became friends over time. But the friendship stayed in the library."

Hermione enjoyed silently Harry playing with her erect nipples. She had to admit she was alittle nervous, she didn't want to do anything wrong at Gringotts. But she was determined to show her trust in him and stayed silent.