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So, here it goes...

Chapter 7 – A small party

The next day, Sunday, Harry was on his way to the Ravenclaw tower after giving Hermione permission to work on her rune project. He wanted to give her the feeling of being more controlled than she had being naked and was especially critical about what she wore. It took twenty minutes until he approved of it.

But now he wanted to talk to Padma and get a better feel of her and what part she would play in the future, if any. If things went well, he intended to not only invite Luna, but also the indian girl for a little get-together in celebration of Hermione's enslavement later that day. He already had visited Ron. His oldest friend agreed at the word butterbeer to come, but he was visibly wary to celebrate something like an enslavement.

He was glad to enter the tower without having to solve a riddle. As Head Boy, he had a password. He saw Padma sitting the the corner of the nearly empty common room. Harry suspected the library on the other hand would be rather crowded and was not surprised to find Padma was reading.

"Hello Padma, do you have time to talk?" he asked friendly.

She looked up rather coldly, but closed her book.

Harry cast a privacy charm to make sure the conversation remained private and sat opposed to her.

"You know, I found it rather disturbing to see Hermione so distressed."

"I imagine. Hermione told me you were of great help to her."

"And I gave her my word not to talk about that event."

"Not even to me?"

"No to anyone."

"Good, it is good to know that you keep your promises." Harry said thankfully and waited to hear how she wanted to approach the subject.

"I have to admit however to be curious about the difference between what you said and the impression she got from it."

He looked at her seriously: "Since you are aware of the kind of relationship Hermione and me have, and I am sure you did at least basic research on the matter by now, you know that it is my responsibility to make sure to correct her mistakes. She assumed I would push her away. She didn't trust me enough to know that I would not do that. Her assumption was wrong, which as you know is never a good thing. It lead to her rather distressed state which served as her punishment." He knew his sentences were rather swollen, but he had learned that it was easier to be understood if you talked to someone in their own language.

"... I think I understand. So, was Hermione successful in showing her intentions yesterday?"

"Yes, it led to aspecial moment for both of us", Harry said with pride and possessiveness clear on his face.

"That is good. She is my friend, you know?" Padma relaxed visibly. "So, what can I do for you, Harry."

"I was assured you were... intrigued by the subject. I would like to know how far involved you intend to be for ...further research."

"I like it how you try to talk like a Ravenclaw to me, Harry. It suits you. I have to admit, I am curious about the dynamics in your relationship and I would not mind broadening my friendship to Hermione by spending time outside the library with her to answer questions my usual research is not able to, but I do not intent to experience active participation by submitting to you or changing my friendship with Hermione by dominating her."

Harry had to wonder if stringing the most words together was a competitive thing for her.

"Good. As long as you keep your research private I would be happy to give you the chance at becoming a better friend to Hermione by talking to her about something that is very important to her."

"I am looking forward to it."

"Say, Padma, would you like to join a little celebration in the Head Suite this evening along with Luna, Ron, Hermione and myself?"

Padma couldn't hide her surprise. "Luna Lovegood?"

"Of course. Luna knows about us. She has a very... natural way of treating Hermione." That got to her curiosity.

"I would be glad to. May I inquire as to the occasion?"

"Hermione took officially her first step yesterday. Do you know what that means?" Harry teased.

Her eyes went wide. "That has not been done in 93 years!"

"Sounds like you will be well motivated to come and hear about it then", Harry chuckled. "Is Luna around here? I am sure she wants to come, too..."

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While walking back the corridors Harry thought about how he wanted to handle the evening. On one side he wanted to make clear that she was HIS. His slave and his slut. He wanted to present her naked to them and fuck her in front of everyone. One the other hand she was also his Hermione and he wanted it that way. He wanted them to know that even she was his slave now, she was still allowed to be their friend. That would be especially important to Ron. It wouldn't do for the redhead to die of an exploding head.

He went to the kitchen himself instead of letting his slave do the chore since he still needed time to think.

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Leaving a basket full of beverages and snacks Harry entered her room unannounced. Hermione was deeply engrossed in writing on a long piece of parchment while reading in a thick tome aside on the table. Between parchment and book lay a cube covered in runes along with her wand. He always loved seeing Hermione so concentrated. Even when on such occasions she used to snap at them how important their homework was. And now he was his. It was hard to believe sometimes. How could he have been so dense to not 'see' her before. To wait all these years. Why didn't he, at the Yule ball when he realised for the first time that she was a 'girl', just take her. Parvati would have been happy that Victor Krum would have been her new date. Scrawny Potter she could see every day. Quidditch Star Krum was something exotic. Parvati liked new and shiny things. And what would Krum had said to that? Well, fuck Krum. The idiot couldn't even say her name.

But now she was his. Not only would she be his date to a ball, not only would she be his girlfriend. Not only was she his slut. She was his slave. She was his to control. He needed her to feel this power as she needed it. Harry stared at her with fixed eyes trying to express as much of this desire as possible with them. Hardening his voice to say just one word.

"Pet"

Hermione nearly fell out of her chair after her head snapped up. She lived for that look on his face, thrived for the way she let him control her like this. She was on her knees before him in seconds. She stared right into his eyes, she fed off them. Every thought about ancient runes was forgotten. When those eyes took control of her she was free. When her Master looked with those eyes down on her, his slave, completely aware that she was his to control, Hermione felt loved and cared for like no other time. Since she was not allowed to talk as his pet she tried to let her face and own eye express her desire to serve him, her obedience, devotion and lust. How much she relished in being his. How alive it made her.

Harry was so hard. How can I look at her and not get hard? He never averted his eyes from her when he just opened his trousers with one hand. Hermione was so thankful that she could express her feelings in more than looking at him. Without looking away either she slowly took his cock into her mouth and moaned. She slid her tongue under his member, deliciously sucking him. Inhaling his scent through her nose. Never stopping to relish his eyes. When she finally tasted him, her Master had closed his eyes, but the pleasure was clear on his face. Pleasure she gave him. She was so happy. She took her time licking him clean.

Harry was so proud of her. He was proud of himself for having such a slave. When his pants were closed again, and his pet looked up at him expectantly he told her to stand up. Harry took her face in one hand. Hermione beamed at him after his next words.

"You are a good pet. I am proud to have you. Are you finished for now with your rune project?"

Hermione nodded. He softened his voice.

"Good. Go get freshened up and fix your hair. We are going to have guests this evening. Padma, Luna and Ron are coming. I don't want them to think that you are just my slut or my pet. I want them to understand that you are much more. You are my slave. You are mine. My Hermione Granger. Their friend... Put on your black blouse and the dark red skirt. White underwear. Then prepare the sitting area in the common room for a small get-together."

He waited to see her rush away toward her bathroom. He could take his time. Hermione would be busy for a little while. Harry had to look something up.

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When the arranged time was nearly up, Harry went back down to the common room to make sure everything was in order. It was. Bottles of butterbeer, wine, pumpkin juice and water were neatly arranged besides some bowls with chips, chocolate and a plate with sandwiches. There was a fresh fire starting in the fireplace. The pillows placed flawless on the two couches. The whole arrangement was spotless. Hermione was standing by the side, hoping he'd be satisfied.

For the final touch Harry took out his wand and pointed at the ceiling over one couch, whispered the incantation for the spell and arched over to a similar spot over the second couch. While doing so a bright red and gold chain of paper letters shot out of his wand and attached itself to the ceiling, proclaiming in bit letters: 'HAPPY ENSLAVEMENT, HERMIONE'. Harry walked over to Hermione and looked her up and down intently. He was much more relaxed than up in her room before. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to her breast, showing hints of her bra. Harry closed it up to her neck again. His fingers lingered over her collar just above. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead."It looks lovely, Hermione."

"Thank you... Harry. Thank you for giving me a party. And...thank you for what you did in my room..."

"You liked that, didn't you?" Harry teased.

After a shuddering breath she said. "Yes Harry, I dream about you doing that..."

"Glad to be of service," he joked. However, after remembering something he got serious in a matter of seconds and told her:" That was the last time you were allowed alone in your room. Whatever happens, you will not enter your room ever again without me there to accompany you. This is important. Do you understand that, Hermione?"

"Yes Master... Harry, can I ask... I mean if it's so important... can you tell me why?"

"Let's just say that should you ever hear screaming or cries of pain or ecstasy out of your room, that sound like you, but can't remember them... you might just got a glimpse of your near future."

Her eyes grew wide "...my training," she whispered.

"Yes, my slave. I will start training you soon in that room. After each session we will use the time turner to travel back to shortly after we entered the room. We will use the bathroom to get you prepared before each session. So that when we 'jump' back after training we will not meet each other and can leave undisturbed." Harry explained light and easy manner. 'Time travel for school children one-o-one'

"Thank you, for telling me. Time turner can be a bit tricky to use. I... just... just thank you." With that she threw herself at his and hugged him tightly.





They were interrupted from the sound of knocking from the entrance. Harry told Hermione to let them in and followed her to greet them. It seemed that Ron met Padma and Luna before in the corridor because all three arrived at once. Luna was bouncing on her feet, full of energy. She was a ball of cheerfulness and the first to reach Hermione by bolting forward.

"Congratulations Hermione, I am so happy for you. Taking the first step. Wow. You are a real slave now! Are you happy, too?"

Hermione just had to laugh and beam back at her, infected by Luna's joy for her. "Hello, Luna. Yes, I am happy. More than happy. It is wonderful."

"I hope you will tell us all about it," interjected Padma. She had a small notepad in her hand. Her voice was more neutral. "Congratulations on your enslavement, Hermione. I wish you that is will be all that you hope it to be." She knew the 'golden trio' was a very tight group, so she didn't know if or how she would fit in. And Luna, well Luna was a fellow Ravenclaw, but Luna tended to make statements that were obviously untrue but frustratingly un-unprovable, and therefore hard to counter in some discussions. She did not study as much like a normal Ravenclaw, but tended to spend considerable time by watching plants grow or by following invisible animals around the castle or grounds. On the other hand Padma had to admit that Luna had some kind of 'instinctual knowledge'. She knew things others had to spend years learning. Luna knew things she just could not know, should not know. Padma had tried to figure out Luna's mind for years. But stopped when she had to admit it would not be worth her own sanity.

"Thank you, Padma. And yes, I want to tell you everything."

Ron was the last."Congratulations Hermione." He didn't sound totally sincere. Accepting that one of his best friend, furthermore the girl he once hoped to have a future with, wanted to be a slave was a hard bit to chew. He wanted to ask her again if she was really happy, that she wanted 'this', but even to him these questions seemed stupid considering he had rarely seen her so happy like now.

"Thank you, Ron. It means a lot that you accept me for what I want to be."

Luna frowned at Ron for a moment. But suddenly turned to Harry. "You have house elf wine?Wow, Daddy let me try it once...Harry, good to be Head Boy, huh?"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, it has it's bright sides at times. Would you like some, Luna?" He turned to the others. "What about you? Anything to drink?"

"A glass of wine for me, too," was Padma's reply. Ron asked if he could have butterbeer. Harry nodded. Hermione didn't need to be told. Of course it was her responsibility to serve the drinks. She returned quickly carrying a tray and offered everyone his drink before bringing the tray back.

When she was back at Harry's side it was Luna, still bubbling over with joy, who asked him. "Harry can I have permission to play with Hermione while you explain to Ron why he really should be happy that Hermione is a slave now. Please, just a little."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Luna's attitude. It was hard to say how old Luna was sometimes. When she was like this, Luna could behave like a kid, or was it an old, wise but playful woman acting like a kid? She was certainly the strangest person he ever met. He took a sip of his cold butterbeer. He was still smiling but his voice had a serious tone."Yes Luna, but just a little bit." he told her.

Luna bounced again and pulled Hermione over to the couches constantly asking questions. Padma followed them, still trying to figure out how Luna could have known about the wine or that Ron needed a talk. She had often considered if Luna had the ability or a talent for Legilimency. It would explain a lot. On the other hand, her research indicated vehemently that this area of magic required a very organizes and disciplined mind. People who showed a natural talent for it always had such a mind. And Luna had not. Padma sighed. She would again fail to solve mystery known as Luna Lovegood, the never ending, never fitting puzzle. But Padma liked mysteries. She liked the mental challenge. And Luna challenged her almost every day. She had to admit, even with her lack of actual studying and the dubious insistence on matters that could not be proved or disproved, she liked Luna. And she felt responsible in a way for her. When Padma became aware last year of the disrespectful behaviour of her fellow Ravens toward the girl she put an instant stop to it. From that day on mentioning the attribute 'loony' in regard to the blond girl equalled a foot of parchment with the topic of why it was immature to insult people.





In the meantime Harry took another sip. "You ok, mate?"

Ron looked torn for a moment. "Yeah" he drank from his own beer.

Harry waited. If somebody knew how to deal with Ron, it was him.

"I don't know Harry. It's just hard to understand, you know? To want to be a slave. I mean, this is Hermione we are talking about."

He looked over to his slave. "I know, Ron... but just look at her. She is so happy about it... You can't understand how good it feels to make her this happy. To know that she is so happy because of me..." he trailed off.

"Lucky bastard"

"I know."

They were silent again, both drinking.

"But still... being a slave. I don't get that. And what was this about the first step and all?"

Harry thought for a moment."Yeah, people desire strange things sometimes. But it's amatter of perspective. For example there are enough people who think that professional Quidditch players are the dumbest idiots in the world. Wasting decades of their lives riding on brooms only to end up with broken bones or injuries that won't heal completely. End up without a real job after their career, just getting along somewhere caching in on their old fame."

Ron nodded in understanding. There were people who just couldn't understand the sport. So Harry went on.

"But then there are people like Oliver Wood, for example, who's greatest dream, his hearts desire it is to win the world cup. It always has been. Always will be. And he worked hard so far to reach his goal, to make 'his' dream come true. He got on the school team and worked hard and became captain. He again trained hard to make an impression with the coaches and got an invitation for the summer camp of Puddlemere United. He again worked and trained his ass off and now he is the primary keeper on the team. He is a professional Quidditch player now. And I can promise you he won't stop now. He will train as hard as he can as long as it takes to make it to the national team and to win with them the big cup. It is his dream, after all. Hermione has a different dream, but her desire to reach it is just as great as Oliver's. And she has come far. The first step she took yesterday is about the same as the trial contract Oliver signed at the end of his summer camp. It is a big step toward her dream." Harry took a big gulp of his beverage, watching Ron.

The redhead answered slowly. "I think I get it now." A pause. "And you help her Harry, to make her dream come true?"

"Yes"

"Good"

Sometimes it were just the simple words.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He looked towards Ron and saw his shocked eyes. Turning he saw the reason.

"What is Luna doing?"

"I would say she is playing a little with Hermione. I gave her permission."

"So you are giving her away to someone else?" Ron couldn't keep his eyes away from the scene.

Harry's eyes narrowed and his voice became sharper. "No, I certainly do or will not give Hermione away. She is mine."

At the tone of voice Ron looked at his friend. "Okay, okay, I get it. It's just... well.." He looked back to the girls.

Harry understood what he meant. His voice softened again. "Luna is a special case. She just knows how Hermione wants to be treated."

"But Hermione is straight, right?" Ron was getting a little confused.

"That's not what Imeant. Hermione wants you to know that while she is my slave she is still your friend. And she wants you to accept her as both and to treat her as both. Luna always seem to know how to do that. She got my permission to play with her and by doing so Luna makes sure Hermione feels like a slave. That she is accepted as a slave while still being Luna's friend. It's important to her."

"I... I think I can do that."

"I hope you don't just say that so I would give you permission to play with her as well. Because I doubt it would ever happen. I am a little possessive that way."

"Damn" Ron said absent-mindedly. It was clear where his concentration was.

"Ron?"

"Yeah?" he looked finally back.

"Just be her friend and accept her for who she wants to be. I means a lot to her."

"I can do that. And I won't tell anyone... Merlin, but that is hot..."

"Yeah, it is."

They were silent again, emptying their beers. "So how are things between you and Luna."

Ron frowned. "I asked her."

"And...?"

"She said she would like to have a boyfriend as much as I would like to."

Harry snorted . "That sounds like something Luna would say.... I am sorry."

"I don't know. First I thought Lavender would be the one, but that didn't work out. Then Hermione. Now Luna. I have the feeling I never will have a girl that fits."

Ron speaking about girls like they were socks might just be the reason Harry thought. "My Cho disaster didn't win me any prizes either, Ron. And look at me and your sister. She thought her whole life that she'll be marrying me. And in the end it didn't work out. We both tried, but... she didn't want to accept that I was not the white knight in shiny armour she always wanted me to be. And I didn't wanted to be moulded into her expectation of what she thought Ishould be. I don't know why sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. All I can say is that you should keep looking or you'll never find the right girl for you."

Ron stayed silent.

"Besides... take your brother Bill for example. He was what, twenty-four, when he met Fleur? And I bet you he had met a lot of women before he found finally the right one for him. But he did find her. And so will you."

"Thanks for the confidence." Ron still sounded a little down about it.

"Have you looked at the Hufflepuff table lately. I mean..."

Ron cut him off. "All right, stop it. I let you arrange one date for me. In my fourth year for that damn ball. It was a disaster, if I might remind you. Don't try to play matchmaker with me. You are not very good at it. My girl is out there. I will find her. Not you."

Harry didn't want to remind Ron it wasn't exactly his fault that Ron's date with Padma at the Yule ball went rather... bad. He was happy that his pep talk had cheered Ron up some.





Hermione first wanted to protest when Luna first pulled her toward the couches, but Luna was so exuberant it was hard to say no. And Luna has Harry's permission to... to play with me. She didn't know what that would mean. Hermione considered herself straight as an arrow. She didn't think about other girls in /that/way. And she knew Luna did. It made her nervous to think about that. What Luna's idea of playing was. But it reminded her that she had no choice. She was a slave and Luna could do to her whatever she wanted. The last time Luna did that she had used me a as rag, as a tissue to wipe herself clean. And she treated me just as such. As... as toilet paper. And I loved it. I loved how Luna could degrade me without making it awkward. And now she is treating me as a slave, asking my Master for permission to use me, and then just do it. Without wasting a thought about if I should have a say in it. And she is treating me as her friend. Accepting me and being happy for me... she is exactly doing it right. Makes me wonder. Will Luna Lovegood be my best friend?

Well that is a strange thought. But strange was a normal word around Luna...Hermione was never quite sure what to make of Luna Lovegood. She was always akind person in the past, strangely perceptive. They would have been good friends before she became Harry's slave, because Luna was Harry's friend and went to the ministry with them. But Luna was so strange, unpredictable in her behaviour and her strong believe in imaginary things was just frustrating for Hermione. But had Luna been in Gryffindor that maybe would not have been reason enough to prevent a closer friendship with the blond girl. As a Ravenclaw however their time was rather limited and so things went as they did.

She and Luna seated on acouch while Padma took an armchair. Luna was impatient.

"Come on, Hermione, tell us. How was it for you."

It was so very new for Hermione to talk about such thing. When she was still living in the Gryffindor dorms, she did not discuss anything with her room mates. Parvati and Lavender had no such problem, but Hermione did not like to make things up. And telling them about her dream to be a slave, to be Harry' slave, was out of the question. The whole house would have heard of this newest piece of gossip by morning.

"I don't know where to begin." she admitted.

"Why don't you start with the breakfast?" Padma wanted to know how that played out after all. Her notepad was ready.

"Oh, ok then. So, yesterday morning I made Harry a breakfast. A big one. I mean Ron couldn't have eaten that all. I was so nervous that it would not be good enough..." Hermione thought hard how she would describe what she had done next without them thinking that she was a slut and leave her. But I am a slut. I want to be a slut. Will they accept me as a slut, too? She took heart and went on. "While Harry was eating I gave him a blowjob under the table..." She blushed and looked down.

It was again Padma's inquisitive voice. "Do you consider yourself talented at performing fellatio, Hermione?"

Maybe it was the bluntness of the question or the lack of outrage, but it made it easier for her to answer. "I think so... I hope so. I was so afraid Harry wouldn't want me back." Padma made a note.

Luna looked dreamily confused. "Why would Harry not want you anymore?"

"I thought he was pushing me away... that I was to much of a burden..."

Luna just shook her head."Silly. He loves you". Padma made a note again. Luna had again hit the solution directly while her approach remained fruitless.

"Yes, I know. But I was so terrified. And then Harry told me that I would be taking my first step that day and he would start my training. I... I can't describe how that made me feel. I am sorry, Padma, I know you'd like to know. I felt ... deliriously happy. We had sex right there." The memory made her smile and she was happy to share it with her friends. They know I am his slave, of course that means I have sex with him. "We took a nice bath and talked about that the misery I felt was my punishment for not trusting him."

Luna interjected. "Good, you deserved to be punished for that."

"Yes, exactly." Hermione exclaimed, glad that Luna understood.

The blond girl petted Hermione's head. "You were a good slave, Hermione, you took your punishment and now everything is better."

She blushed again by the girls gesture and words. "Thank you Luna."

Padma made a note again. She would have to do a lot of research to understand. Maybe Luna would tell her in which book ...

"You won't find that in any book at Hogwarts, Padma." The indian girl froze then slowly relaxed again.

"Luna?"

"Yes, Padma?"

"Please stop creeping me out. Are you reading my thoughts?"

"Of course not, Padma, that would be rude. I have an instinctual intellect. I told you before."

On automatic Hermione shot in. "Luna, there is no such thing as 'instinctual intellect'."

"Then how do I know that you want to be a slave since you first tried to masturbate at twelve? Or how did I know exactly when you became Harry's slave?"

Hermione was speechless. She looked to Padma for help. The Ravenclaw just shook her head. Then a though occurred to her, suddenly worrying if she must not have snapped at Luna like this...

Again the blond girl just interjected. "Don't worry, Hermione. I am your friend. Or at least I hope to be. You are not my slave. I am not a mistress. So you can disagree with me as long as your Master allows it. Even when I have permission to play with you."

Hermione did not know how to feel. She was grateful that Luna wanted to be her friend. She felt embarrassed and proud at the reminder that Harry had such a control over her. And a little nervous as Luna reminded her that she had power over her, too. ... And she was definitely creped out that Luna read her thoughts, too. Or not. Whatever. She just stared open-mouthed at Luna.

"Luna?" Padma interrupted the silence.

"Yes, Padma?"

"Please stop creeping out Hermione, too."

Luna looked at the hand in her lap. "I am sorry. It just happens sometime when I am happy." Padma was very sceptical that the clue she just wrote would be any help solving the mystery name Luna Lovegood.

By then Hermione had found her voice again. "It's okay, Luna, we are friends, right. If you have no problem accepting me for what I am , I should be able to do the same."

Luna rushed to her and hugged her tightly in thanks. Hermione was very much reminded that Luna preferred girls as the smaller girl inhaled deeply in her hair and let her hands wander. But she was glad to have her as a friend.

"Okay, maybe I should continue with the story." Luna returned to her seat and took the bowl with chips in her lap. Hermione collected her thoughts again."Well, the next thing is kind of secret, but I guess it's ok. So, we left the school at around noon and went to Gringotts for that..."

Padma interjected again."Goblins are allowed to witness over the ceremony. I was wondering how it would stay secret when Harry told me you took the first step."

"Yes, and goblins could be easier ensured to be confidential. So.. we apparated there and went into a bare room. A changing room. I was so nervous. I was going to sign my enslavement contract. I was getting wet by the thought alone." Hermione blushed hard but carried on "but I had no idea how the ceremony would progress. I didn't want to do anything wrong. It was like... like taking my OWL practical without knowing the list of spells that could be tested and knowing them all by heart. Can you imagine, Padma?"

The Ravenclaw shuddered."I dare not. And don't worry Hermione. I don't mind you talking about your sexuality. I would wager Luna does not either." Luna shook her head happily. "Did Harry not give you any clues?"

"Thank you. I am glad I can share this with you. .. And clues? To the ceremony itself? No, He said it would be my entry into consensual slavery, so it would be on my own free will, he would not tell me what to do... so next came the dress..."

Since Padma had only had a vague sketch upturned in her research, she asked Hermione about every detail she could remember. Padma even took her time to draw a version with the information available to her now. Hermione left out what the latches were for.

"Very symbolic, " Padma concluded. "Exposed neck and wrist as signs of vulnerability, veiled face to protect the identity of the aspirant, probably the same for the length. Naked feet as a symbol for the lack of of association. I imagine however that the material of the former dresses in the past has not been of such high quality. Over all, the dress symbolizes a very traditional ceremony. You didn't strike me as a very traditional person, Hermione. At least not concerning wizardry ones."

"I am not... normally. But, you see, when I wore it, I realised it was right for me. It was the dress for a witch who wanted to be a slave. Who wanted to declare her desire officially. That is exactly me. I was proud to declare it the same way as witches have been for sixteen centuries. Istill am. So, on with what happened. Harry wore his Head of Family robe. You should have seen him. He was very... commanding. Well, so we left the room and went to the office of the witness. Harry went in and I waited outside. When I was allowed inside, the ceremony began instantly."

"I was able to find that part in great detail. You are asked to confirm your identity and intentions toward becoming a slave. Then you are allowed to make the declaration and sign it in blood. Did they use a blood quill?"

"Yes, but I can't remember feeling any pain."

"What did you feel?" Luna asked. Since the discussion on the dress started, she had been silently eating her sandwich and had drunk a second glass of wine.

"I was proud, anxious, I mean I just signed an enslavement contract. I was happy. And I was getting aroused."

"The next part is described in very low detail. All it said was that the master inspects the enslaved and should he accept will declare his intentions and burn the past of the enslaved. That is rather vague. So, what happened next?"

"Next Harry, as you said, inspected me. But that can't describe how it feels when Harry is looking at as he did then. When he shows his control over me like this, when I know with every fibre of my being, with my will and my whole heart that he wants me. And that I am his. It's..." Hermione paused, focused her eyes again, took and took a deep breath."At first he ordered me to present my neck and gave me my collar..." She smiled as she touched it. "Next he ordered me to present my wrists and cuffed them..." Hermione hesitated. Remembering clearly made her hot again. "...and next he commanded me to present my chest and ... and pulled the material over my breast clear off by the latches."

Padma, who had been taking notes the whole time, looked up now.

Luna looked at her differently, leaned over and slowly unbuttoned Hermione's blouse over her breast, pulled the material apart until both her breast were in clear view, clad in her white bra.

"Luna! What are you doing?" Padma scolded.

"I am helping to visualise the process. It will help Hermione remember in greater detail. Or do you mind, Padma?

Hermione swallowed her moan. Luna is doing it exactly right again. She is not asking if I mind exposing my breast, she asks Padma. Because I have no say in this. The feeling of being used and the embarrassment shot straight to her pussy.

"Well, as long as Hermione doesn't mind..." Padma conceded.

"Luna asked Harry if she could play with me.... He allowed it."

"I understand, Hermione. Please continue. What happened next?"

"Harry fondled my breasts, my... my nipples..." Luna started to do exactly that. Hermione didn't know what got her more wet. The memory of Harry doing right what she was feeling now. Because a girl was doing it and she could do nothing to stop it. Or the embarrassment that this all was happening right in front of Padma who respected her for her knowledge. Hermione tried to carry on. Gulping down the moan while bringing out the words. In which she was not always successful. "He judge... the worth of ... my breast. Hmmm, he touched...Hmmgr them everywhere. ...It made me ...so wet... I...."

"Are you wet now, slave?"

"Yess, Luna... yes, Iam wet."

"What happened next, slave?" Luna calling her by what she was made it hotter. Her tights were pressed tightly together. Her hands were fist, pressed in the couch to keep herself from doing anything with them.

Would Luna rip my clothes off next. Will she make me cum?

"When Harry... he...mmm...Master...He... ripped....he ...Hggrmmh..."

"Luna, stop. I don't understand a word she is saying," Padma said dryly. With a last tweak of her nipples, Luna pulled back.

Hermione tried to keep herself straight on the couch. Sweat was running down her face and down between her breast. For a few second she just desperately wanted Luna's hand to return, to go between her legs. Just to make her cum. After ten seconds of silent deep breathing Hermione regained her composure. Her breasts were still displayed, her nipples and areolas clearly visible through the bra. She did not dare to look at Padma.

"I would have never thought you had homosexual tendencies, Hermione." stated the Ravenclaw.

"I don't, Padma... it's just that Luna exactly knows how to treat me. She has permission to treat me as a slave. ...and you seeing me like this... the embarrassment makes me hot, too."

Padma noted something on her pad. Hermione glanced at the beaming Luna.

"I think Harry just finished inspecting your breast. What came next and what is this 'burning of the past of the enslaved'?"

Hermione took a last breath, trying to forget the state she was sitting there, trying to not let the embarrassment get to her. "Harry ripped of my dress, and declared that I would be his slave. Then he burned it on the floor along with the hood. He read and signed the contract. We left then." She took a glass of water from the table and drank half of it. Then sagged into the couch.

"I am happy for you, Hermione. I am not judging you. If it is your desire, I am glad you have the chance to fulfil it."

"Thanks, Padma. I was rather worried you'd be offended if you' learn that I can be rather... naughty."

"Don't worry about that. So, the next step, the step of wealth. What do you thin about that?"

Hermione sighed. "Giving up my right to own anything must sound insane to you. But I... I am a little worried that I don't have anything that is of any worth to Harry. I mean, what do I own? Some books, my clothes, my school supply and some things in my room at my parent house. And most of those I had since a kid. They have sentimental value, but I would gladly throw them away so I can stay Harry's slave. Harry on the other hand has companies... libraries full of books. He is the head of Potter and Black. I would be happy if I had anything material I could offer him."

They were silent for a moment before Luna said. "I am a little disappointed that you wear clothes. I thought you were naked all the time in here."

Hermione had just cooled down by the sobering thought of her poverty compared to Harry. She blushed. Luna really knows how to say the right things.

"Last week I was. Harry decides what I wear now. He said that if I was too indifferent to being nude, I would not so easily be embarrassed or humiliated. And he is right. I am sitting here with my bra on display and it arouses me. I probably would not if I were nude..."

"So you are wearing panties now?"

She felt her face heat up."Yes Luna, I am."

"Show us" Two word that made her feel the control Harry gave Luna over her. But it was still Harry's control.

Hermione got up and stood before the two Ravenclaws. Her face burned when she lifted her skirt and showed them her drenched underwear.

Luna got really close and inhaled. She touched the front. "They are nice panties. I like them." Luna slid a hand between Hermione's legs and rubbed the material into her pussy lips. Hermione's hips buckled. "But they are very wet." Hermione did not dare say anything. She let go of her skirt and sat down again because Luna seem to loose interest in them.

Luna turned conspiratorially to her and whispered in a voice loud enough for even the indian girl to hear. "Padma is not wearing any."

Hermione got the game and whispered back. "I liked walking around naked under my skirt. Do you think she likes it, too?"

By the time Ron and Harry joined them, Padma had the blush of her life.

The conversations remained casual for the rest of their evening. Harry asked Hermione to sit at his feet . Not as his pet, but as Hermione. She happily did so.

That very evening they had their first training session.