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Another different way of looking at things
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 8 - First training
Hermione was as nervous as she was curious how her training would start. Harry had told her to wait in front of the door to her room while he had gone to his. As he came back his satchel hung at his side. He asked in a serious tone: "You ready, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry. ...how long will we be... training today?"
"I guess that depends on you. I intend on finishing at least on chapter in my runes book while you... relax. It seems the subject is far more interesting than I thought at first. So I want to catch up on it." He pulled a wooden plate out of his satchel. It was not bigger than a normal book cover and just as thin. On it were three clock faces. One on the top, two at the bottom. "Ok, listen. As soon as we go into the room you will strip completely and leave your clothes by the door. You will then go into the bathroom. Questions?"
Hermione was getting more nervous. "No, I understand."
"Good, then come with me." He entered the empty room with her and watched as his slave hurriedly got out of her clothes and put them by the door. He followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked at his mysterious clockboard. It was a little after nine in the evening. "Don't be nervous, Hermione. I got you." Then he arranged the needles of the bottom left clockface in the same position as the top one. "Let's take a shower. I see Luna got you a little sweaty...."
They took their time washing each other. "It was a nice evening, wasn't it? I think Ron finally understands..."
Hermione had relaxed under his touch. "Oh, it was more than nice. I never though I could talk about something so... sexual with somebody. And Luna and Padma, they understood. I never thought I would have friend that could do that. ... well Padma understands on an intellectual level. I don't know if she can really relate. And Luna... Luna didn't need much convincing."
"Yeah, Ron's eyes nearly popped out when she played with you."
Hermione stiffened for a moment. "Oh... did he say anything?"
"He had the impression I would lend you out to anybody. I told him Luna was an exception."
She let out a breath. "Thank you Harry. I don't know if I could... I mean, I would if you told me to, but... I want to be a slut, Harry, your slut. Not anybody's whore..."
"Shhh, I understand. You are my slut. So, I think we are clean enough. Ready to begin, slut?"
"Yes, Master"
They got out of the shower and dry. He told Hermione to stand still in the middle of the room, crouched down before her and opened the satchel to retrieve two metallic shackles. He carefully place them above her ankles. Next he retrieve a pair of broad leatherclad cuffs with a foot long chain between them and put them on his slave. Harry checked her one last time, then synchronized the needles on the bottom right clockface with the actual time. Then he just waited.
Hermione was visibly getting nervous again and made a jump when there was suddenly a loud knock on the door. Was somebody out there? ...oh, right, they were. Harry seemed to have expected the knock, waited another minute and then led her into the empty room.
He told her to stand still in the middle of the room, locked the door and took his time to place the clockboard on the empty table. Two butterbeer a sandwich and a bottle of water from the satchel soon followed. Along with a fourth year rune book, Hermione recognized. Harry then turned to her and pulled out a long chain out of his bag. One end of it had a bolt attached. He touched the bolt with his wand and muttered an incantation. After pointing his wand straight at the ceiling, the bolt shot up and let the chain dangle down.
On the other end of the chain the last link was a carabiner. It hung a good foot over Hermione's head. Without saying a word Harry took the chain linking Hermione's cuffs and locked it with the carabiner, pulling her hands just above her head. "Spread your legs, slut." Hermione complied. "Wider". Again, she did as ordered. Her arms hung straighter now. To a person who has never seen a bottomless bag it must have looked strange when Harry pulled a pole out of it. It was surely three feet long and ended in metal rings. After Harry locked it with her shackles she couldn't close her legs anymore.
Hermione's nipples were already hard even she was just standing there. She had been looking forward to this... /so much/.
"What do you think will happen now slut? Do you think you will like it?"
She hesitated a moment. "I don't know, Master. Will you hit me? I will try to enjoy it, Master. I will learn to..." She looked at Harry with determination at the end.
"Hmm, I see your nipples are already hard. Let's see how aroused you really are, slut." After caressing her breast for a moment Harry lightly scratched his way down her stomach, to the side till he reached the middle of her thigh. Hermione shivered. Then he went back with his hand the same way, watching her intently. Hermione's breathing increased. His hand went back down again after scratching over her nipple. This time his fingers reached between her spread legs. Slowly he started to message her pussy lips. His voice was soft. "...and you are slowly getting wet, slut. You like this, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, very much."
"Do you want me to get you wetter, slut" While keeping his right hand busy downstairs with slow movements, Harry used his left to lightly caress her upper body.
"Please, Master." Hermione breathed.
"You will tell me when you close, slut. You will not fail to do so." His voice switched to a hard tone for this.
"Yes Master, I will not fail you."
For the next ten minutes Harry kept up with his ministrations, slowly, very slowly increasing the speed and intensity. Hermione was panting by now, moaning with every breath she exhaled. She tried to grind her pussy into his hand. Her breathing began to get frantic. Her juiced caused his rubbing hand to make smacking sounds. "Master, I am close... Master. May I please cum.... please Master?"
"No" His answer let her groan. Then Harry just stopped. Hermione continued to pant and her moaning turned to sounds of frustration when Harry turned away from her and vanished into the bathroom. After washing his hand clean of her juices and sweat. As Harry returned and sat down by the table; she was still breathing heavy. He opened the book in the middle and began reading while Hermione slowly cooled down.
It took another 15 minutes until she stood straight again, watching Harry reading the textbook. Waiting to see what happened next. He looked up at her and lay down the book. Harry closed the distance to her until his mouth nearly touched her ear. He just whispered. "Are you ready for round two, my slut?"
"Yes, Master." Hermione sounded determined.
Harry began with a short kiss, lightly touching her face he worked his way down. He took his time to tease her breasts, until he finally tweaked the nipples and caused Hermione to moan again. As before he let one hand wander to her pussy to circle her clit. He let the other hand room more freely now, over her ass, randomly squeezing her buttcheeks until he rested his indexfinger over her rosebud and started to slowly massage it. Hermione's hips started buckling after he kept on it for several more minutes. She tried hold herself straight by grabbing the chain. It took not long until she was near climax again. When she begged for permission, Harry slowed down but didn't stop. She begged him to please make her cum. That she was so close... But Harry didn't listen to her. He kept her on the edge for nearly five minutes until he finally just stop. He just turned away from her to go wash his hands again. Hermione hung forward by her arms panting even when he sat down to continue his reading.
Hermione finally opened her eyes again and managed to stand straight. Harry looked up to her every now and then. Her breathing was still laboured. Harry had to keep himself from just raving her on the spot. She looked beautiful. To cool himself down he opened one of the butterbeers and took a big swallow. Then he returned to his reading.
When he could be sure Hermione had also cooled down, he stopped his reading again and walked over to her. She looked a little exhausted when their eyes met. Harry turned back to the table to fetch the water. He opened the bottle and help her drink some. She thanked him with her eyes. "You are doing great, my slut." Her smile was a bit strained."Ready?"
He could hear the strain in her voice, too. "Yes, Master. I am ready."
Harry kissed her again lovingly, but instead of breaking the kiss to begin the journey downward again, he intensified the kiss until their two tongues were roaming wildly. He held her head in his hands. When she moaned in his mouth and Harry could feel she was getting aroused again, he send his hands down her back to Hermione's spread ass, scratching lightly over her sweaty skin. He could feel how hot she was getting when he slid one hand between her ass, over her asshole until he found her drenched pussy. He slid two fingers inside her and slowly began to fuck her. His slut was panting in his mouth by now and he increased the speed. Harry could feel her getting close, so he broke the kiss to look at her. Hermione eyes were staring at nothing. Harry so much wanted to see her cum. He wanted to give her permission when she pleaded to "Please, Master, let me cum ...please let me finish this time." She sounded frustrated.
Harry slowed down a little. It took all his determination to make his voice hard."Hermione, focus. Why are some runes carved and others drawn?" It was an easy question. Harry knew Hermione could give him an answer in detail to it. But he totally caught her off guard and her scrambled brain could not keep up.
"Master, ...what?.. runes...mmh.... I....Master...." She didn't understand.
"Wrong answer, my slut." He stopped abruptly, turned away again to do the bathroom routine. He could hear Hermione cry out in frustration behind him. Shortly before he reached the door, she obviously remembered the answer and called out.
"Master, carved runes are for permanent runesets, they..." She trailed off when she realised that it was to late. She let her frustration out by rattling her bound hands. It was such an easy question. She could answer it in her sleep. Her Master would surely have let her cum if she had just answered it.
Harry soon was back to his reading. Slowly finishing his butterbeer all the while. He could see that she had resigned herself to cooling down again, trying to find a position that was not as hard on her wrists. He guests that she would prepare herself for a question better the next 'round'. Maybe even would ask for permission while still having more coherent thoughts. She thought she'd have found a way to finally get her orgasm.
He kept reading until he saw Hermione was just standing there, watching him, waiting.
When he was with her again he just took her in his arm and asked her: "How are you holding up, my slut?"
Hermione took a deep breath and answered honestly. "I am frustrated, Master. I still feel so horny. I am tired... my arms hurt... but I am ready, Master."
"Good. You are doing very well, my slut." He said to her lovingly. "I neglected your clit a little... Do you want me to make up for that? Would just a finger on your clit be enough to make you hot again. So you'd have a chance to climax?"
"Yes Master, of course. I will try hard."
So Harry just moved a hand down her front. He was still holding her close, looking into her eyes while he slowly circled with a finger around the nub. He saw her concentrate on the feeling to get herself wet again. She was getting into it when Harry alternated between stroking and very lightly tweaking her clit. She looked so hot from up close. Her hair was amess, her face sweaty and her expression full of lust while she moaned her way close to cumming. She looked like a goddess. And she was totally in his control. He was hard for hours now.
Harry could see concentration on her face when she asked him for permission. He knew she was asking for her next question. He didn't answer immediately, but brought her a little closer. "Not yet, my slut..." And left.
That's when he felt for the first time a light stinging from the safeword charm. Nothing to worry about, but the training would near an end. Hermione was crying when he sat back down to finish the chapter. He looked at her as she hung loose from the ceiling. The exhaustion had caught up with her. Together with the frustration from her failed plan to cum it had caused the tears. Harry hated it at that moment, but he knew he had to be hard on her and himself sometime. This was training after all.
He put she book away after he finished reading. He could see Hermione was barely standing. He hugged her again. She was still silently crying.
"I know you are tired, my slut. It is late. But you know I have to be hard on you, my slut..." He saw her nodding without raising her head. There were still tears. "How would you like to be aroused next?"
It took a moment, but Hermione answered in a quiet voice: "Could you fuck me, Master?"
"Of course, my slut, you deserved it."
Hermione was just leaning forward, to spent to care much that she was hanging by her aching arms. Her back was arched to present her pussy back to her Master. Harry took off his clothes and didn't hesitate to enter her slowly from behind, his hands keeping a firm grip on her hips. He had to keep a hold of himself to not think about just fucking Hermione freely. This was training for him as well after all. He slowly began pumping himself into her. He leaned forward to caress her hanging breast or to reach around her and gain access to her clit. Hermione sounded so tired in her moans. He could hear the despair in her breathing. She wanted to cum so bad. She couldn't help it to get hotter and hotter, closer and closer, everytime Harry filled her again. She dreaded to ask the question and when she finally did, Harry could hear the fear of being denied again.
It took all he had. Everything. But he knew he had to learn to deny her what she wanted. He had to learn to deny himself what he wanted. This was a lesson in control. Maybe more for himself than for her. But he did it. He groaned, feeling her frustration now for himself when he slowly pulled out of her and hurried to the bathroom to get his clothes on again and splash his face with cold water. He could feel the the safeword charm clearly. Hermione was at her end. She couldn't take another round. And neither could he. When he went back to her she was still hanging in the chains. Sobbing and shaking.
It was over.
He unlocked the shackles and freed her feet. He didn't know if she noticed. Harry held her up to clip the handcuff from out of the hanging chain. She collapsed into him and Harry carried her over to the bed that had been moved into a corner before unlocking the handcuffs. The skin under it was grazed in some places and deep red, but it was not bleeding. Hermione had curled into a ball and Harry soothed her. Telling her to sleep. That it was over. That she did great. That he was proud of her. The tears stopped when she fell asleep.
When becoming Head Boy Harry had to take a 'course' in first aid with good old Poppy. Hermione had, too. Course maybe a bit of a big word for it. Over an evening she had shown them how to help other students with little ailments when they came to them. Things like a bleeding nose or a scraped knee. Part of the job as Head student. The nurse wanted to be bothered only with the more serious stuff. Broken bones, /vanished/bones, damage from real curses, etc... Harry knew what she meant. In consequence they had to demonstrate their capabilities with two quite easy healing charms and application of a salve and three potions which, as they also had to make sure, were to be stored in their bathroom cabinets. So far it had been a quiet year, only one second year had come to them for treatment.
Hermione was deep asleep as Harry returned from the bathroom for certainly the tenth time this evening, this time with the salve in his hands. He carefully treated Hermione's wrists and wrapped a little gaze around them. In an hour her skin would be as good as new. He let her sleep while cleaning the room. The chain was removed but the bolt stayed in the ceiling. It would be needed later. The pole, shackles and cuffs went back in the back into the bag. He checked the time. It was nearly a quarter past midnight. Even with the half hour cleaning, he trained Hermione for over two hours. No wonder she was exhausted.
He sat by her side thinking, just watching her sleep. He didn't want to wake her to jump back now. That's what the clockboard was for. To show when to use the turner and how much. They had entered the bathroom at four minutes after nine and were about to leave it at twenty-eight minutes past nine. Meaning they could take the turner right now for three turns. She'd have time to leave the room and Harry would hit the bathroom door with a knocking spell to give the all-clear while leaving himself. That was the plan.
But they had time. Hermione deserved the rest. They could easily jump in an hour for one more turn. He looked at her wrists again. He had hurt her. Nothing permanent, sure, it will all be healed again when they were back. But it struck a note. He would have to hurt her again. And more. Much more. Before she would be able to take his marking. They had a hard road ahead of them. But he wanted to take that road with her. He wanted to show her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, cared for her... loved her.
He knew she loved to lie with him in the tub, so he got up to draw a bath. Strange thing about magical bathtubs. The muggle ones needed eternities to fill, the magical ones took not even half a minute. Even when the same amount of water seemed to be coming out of the tab... And they stopped filling themselves on their own. Strange indeed. So Harry just brought the remaining snacks and the clockboard into the bathroom, turned on the tab, got out of his clothes again and levitated his Hermione, still sleeping, with him in the ready bath. Her wrists hung over the edges while he just held her, and he waited for her to wake up. It took another ten minute until she started to stir.
"Hey.... Hermione..." His voice was soft.
"Hey..." she was still tired.
They both were silent for a minute.
"... that was hard." He said to break the silence.
"Yeah... " she paused again, "did I do ok?"
He held her closely. "You did wonderful, Hermione. You made us both proud."
"I... I don't know if I could have taken more... at the end... I... will it always be so hard, Harry?"
He thought a moment. "It will be different. As I train you in different aspects, in different ways. But it will be rarely easy."
"Thank you, for being so hard on me, for pushing me..." She wanted to hold her hands above his and noticed the bandages. "How bad is it?"
He checked the clockboard. It was a quarter to one. "We can take if off now. It should all be healed."
It was. The gaze was quickly vanishes and the the rest of the salve washed away, leaving only healed skin behind.
"Thank you, Harry. For caring so much. For... for hurting me. It wouldn't be hard enough otherwise."
"It will be hard to hurt you more. But I will learn."
Again silence.
"We have a few minutes left. Do you want one of the sandwiches?"
The snacks were gone and the bath empty. Hermione wore her clothes again when they stood in the middle of the Head Girl room at twenty minutes past one in the morning. The chain of the turner around both their necks. Harry turned the hourglass four times. When the spinning feeling stopped, Harry put the device away again, told Hermione to leave for the common room and waited. He watched the clockboard patiently. From the bathroom he heard the shower stop. When the upper clock showed it was twenty-eight past one, Harry opened the door to the common room, took out his wand and fired a knocking charm at the bathroom door. Then he went through, closed the door quickly behind him and synchronised the upper clockface, the only actual clock, on the board to the actual time shown by the big grandfather clock in room. Nine twenty-nine. That will take some getting used to....
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 8 - First training
Hermione was as nervous as she was curious how her training would start. Harry had told her to wait in front of the door to her room while he had gone to his. As he came back his satchel hung at his side. He asked in a serious tone: "You ready, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry. ...how long will we be... training today?"
"I guess that depends on you. I intend on finishing at least on chapter in my runes book while you... relax. It seems the subject is far more interesting than I thought at first. So I want to catch up on it." He pulled a wooden plate out of his satchel. It was not bigger than a normal book cover and just as thin. On it were three clock faces. One on the top, two at the bottom. "Ok, listen. As soon as we go into the room you will strip completely and leave your clothes by the door. You will then go into the bathroom. Questions?"
Hermione was getting more nervous. "No, I understand."
"Good, then come with me." He entered the empty room with her and watched as his slave hurriedly got out of her clothes and put them by the door. He followed her into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked at his mysterious clockboard. It was a little after nine in the evening. "Don't be nervous, Hermione. I got you." Then he arranged the needles of the bottom left clockface in the same position as the top one. "Let's take a shower. I see Luna got you a little sweaty...."
They took their time washing each other. "It was a nice evening, wasn't it? I think Ron finally understands..."
Hermione had relaxed under his touch. "Oh, it was more than nice. I never though I could talk about something so... sexual with somebody. And Luna and Padma, they understood. I never thought I would have friend that could do that. ... well Padma understands on an intellectual level. I don't know if she can really relate. And Luna... Luna didn't need much convincing."
"Yeah, Ron's eyes nearly popped out when she played with you."
Hermione stiffened for a moment. "Oh... did he say anything?"
"He had the impression I would lend you out to anybody. I told him Luna was an exception."
She let out a breath. "Thank you Harry. I don't know if I could... I mean, I would if you told me to, but... I want to be a slut, Harry, your slut. Not anybody's whore..."
"Shhh, I understand. You are my slut. So, I think we are clean enough. Ready to begin, slut?"
"Yes, Master"
They got out of the shower and dry. He told Hermione to stand still in the middle of the room, crouched down before her and opened the satchel to retrieve two metallic shackles. He carefully place them above her ankles. Next he retrieve a pair of broad leatherclad cuffs with a foot long chain between them and put them on his slave. Harry checked her one last time, then synchronized the needles on the bottom right clockface with the actual time. Then he just waited.
Hermione was visibly getting nervous again and made a jump when there was suddenly a loud knock on the door. Was somebody out there? ...oh, right, they were. Harry seemed to have expected the knock, waited another minute and then led her into the empty room.
He told her to stand still in the middle of the room, locked the door and took his time to place the clockboard on the empty table. Two butterbeer a sandwich and a bottle of water from the satchel soon followed. Along with a fourth year rune book, Hermione recognized. Harry then turned to her and pulled out a long chain out of his bag. One end of it had a bolt attached. He touched the bolt with his wand and muttered an incantation. After pointing his wand straight at the ceiling, the bolt shot up and let the chain dangle down.
On the other end of the chain the last link was a carabiner. It hung a good foot over Hermione's head. Without saying a word Harry took the chain linking Hermione's cuffs and locked it with the carabiner, pulling her hands just above her head. "Spread your legs, slut." Hermione complied. "Wider". Again, she did as ordered. Her arms hung straighter now. To a person who has never seen a bottomless bag it must have looked strange when Harry pulled a pole out of it. It was surely three feet long and ended in metal rings. After Harry locked it with her shackles she couldn't close her legs anymore.
Hermione's nipples were already hard even she was just standing there. She had been looking forward to this... /so much/.
"What do you think will happen now slut? Do you think you will like it?"
She hesitated a moment. "I don't know, Master. Will you hit me? I will try to enjoy it, Master. I will learn to..." She looked at Harry with determination at the end.
"Hmm, I see your nipples are already hard. Let's see how aroused you really are, slut." After caressing her breast for a moment Harry lightly scratched his way down her stomach, to the side till he reached the middle of her thigh. Hermione shivered. Then he went back with his hand the same way, watching her intently. Hermione's breathing increased. His hand went back down again after scratching over her nipple. This time his fingers reached between her spread legs. Slowly he started to message her pussy lips. His voice was soft. "...and you are slowly getting wet, slut. You like this, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, very much."
"Do you want me to get you wetter, slut" While keeping his right hand busy downstairs with slow movements, Harry used his left to lightly caress her upper body.
"Please, Master." Hermione breathed.
"You will tell me when you close, slut. You will not fail to do so." His voice switched to a hard tone for this.
"Yes Master, I will not fail you."
For the next ten minutes Harry kept up with his ministrations, slowly, very slowly increasing the speed and intensity. Hermione was panting by now, moaning with every breath she exhaled. She tried to grind her pussy into his hand. Her breathing began to get frantic. Her juiced caused his rubbing hand to make smacking sounds. "Master, I am close... Master. May I please cum.... please Master?"
"No" His answer let her groan. Then Harry just stopped. Hermione continued to pant and her moaning turned to sounds of frustration when Harry turned away from her and vanished into the bathroom. After washing his hand clean of her juices and sweat. As Harry returned and sat down by the table; she was still breathing heavy. He opened the book in the middle and began reading while Hermione slowly cooled down.
It took another 15 minutes until she stood straight again, watching Harry reading the textbook. Waiting to see what happened next. He looked up at her and lay down the book. Harry closed the distance to her until his mouth nearly touched her ear. He just whispered. "Are you ready for round two, my slut?"
"Yes, Master." Hermione sounded determined.
Harry began with a short kiss, lightly touching her face he worked his way down. He took his time to tease her breasts, until he finally tweaked the nipples and caused Hermione to moan again. As before he let one hand wander to her pussy to circle her clit. He let the other hand room more freely now, over her ass, randomly squeezing her buttcheeks until he rested his indexfinger over her rosebud and started to slowly massage it. Hermione's hips started buckling after he kept on it for several more minutes. She tried hold herself straight by grabbing the chain. It took not long until she was near climax again. When she begged for permission, Harry slowed down but didn't stop. She begged him to please make her cum. That she was so close... But Harry didn't listen to her. He kept her on the edge for nearly five minutes until he finally just stop. He just turned away from her to go wash his hands again. Hermione hung forward by her arms panting even when he sat down to continue his reading.
Hermione finally opened her eyes again and managed to stand straight. Harry looked up to her every now and then. Her breathing was still laboured. Harry had to keep himself from just raving her on the spot. She looked beautiful. To cool himself down he opened one of the butterbeers and took a big swallow. Then he returned to his reading.
When he could be sure Hermione had also cooled down, he stopped his reading again and walked over to her. She looked a little exhausted when their eyes met. Harry turned back to the table to fetch the water. He opened the bottle and help her drink some. She thanked him with her eyes. "You are doing great, my slut." Her smile was a bit strained."Ready?"
He could hear the strain in her voice, too. "Yes, Master. I am ready."
Harry kissed her again lovingly, but instead of breaking the kiss to begin the journey downward again, he intensified the kiss until their two tongues were roaming wildly. He held her head in his hands. When she moaned in his mouth and Harry could feel she was getting aroused again, he send his hands down her back to Hermione's spread ass, scratching lightly over her sweaty skin. He could feel how hot she was getting when he slid one hand between her ass, over her asshole until he found her drenched pussy. He slid two fingers inside her and slowly began to fuck her. His slut was panting in his mouth by now and he increased the speed. Harry could feel her getting close, so he broke the kiss to look at her. Hermione eyes were staring at nothing. Harry so much wanted to see her cum. He wanted to give her permission when she pleaded to "Please, Master, let me cum ...please let me finish this time." She sounded frustrated.
Harry slowed down a little. It took all his determination to make his voice hard."Hermione, focus. Why are some runes carved and others drawn?" It was an easy question. Harry knew Hermione could give him an answer in detail to it. But he totally caught her off guard and her scrambled brain could not keep up.
"Master, ...what?.. runes...mmh.... I....Master...." She didn't understand.
"Wrong answer, my slut." He stopped abruptly, turned away again to do the bathroom routine. He could hear Hermione cry out in frustration behind him. Shortly before he reached the door, she obviously remembered the answer and called out.
"Master, carved runes are for permanent runesets, they..." She trailed off when she realised that it was to late. She let her frustration out by rattling her bound hands. It was such an easy question. She could answer it in her sleep. Her Master would surely have let her cum if she had just answered it.
Harry soon was back to his reading. Slowly finishing his butterbeer all the while. He could see that she had resigned herself to cooling down again, trying to find a position that was not as hard on her wrists. He guests that she would prepare herself for a question better the next 'round'. Maybe even would ask for permission while still having more coherent thoughts. She thought she'd have found a way to finally get her orgasm.
He kept reading until he saw Hermione was just standing there, watching him, waiting.
When he was with her again he just took her in his arm and asked her: "How are you holding up, my slut?"
Hermione took a deep breath and answered honestly. "I am frustrated, Master. I still feel so horny. I am tired... my arms hurt... but I am ready, Master."
"Good. You are doing very well, my slut." He said to her lovingly. "I neglected your clit a little... Do you want me to make up for that? Would just a finger on your clit be enough to make you hot again. So you'd have a chance to climax?"
"Yes Master, of course. I will try hard."
So Harry just moved a hand down her front. He was still holding her close, looking into her eyes while he slowly circled with a finger around the nub. He saw her concentrate on the feeling to get herself wet again. She was getting into it when Harry alternated between stroking and very lightly tweaking her clit. She looked so hot from up close. Her hair was amess, her face sweaty and her expression full of lust while she moaned her way close to cumming. She looked like a goddess. And she was totally in his control. He was hard for hours now.
Harry could see concentration on her face when she asked him for permission. He knew she was asking for her next question. He didn't answer immediately, but brought her a little closer. "Not yet, my slut..." And left.
That's when he felt for the first time a light stinging from the safeword charm. Nothing to worry about, but the training would near an end. Hermione was crying when he sat back down to finish the chapter. He looked at her as she hung loose from the ceiling. The exhaustion had caught up with her. Together with the frustration from her failed plan to cum it had caused the tears. Harry hated it at that moment, but he knew he had to be hard on her and himself sometime. This was training after all.
He put she book away after he finished reading. He could see Hermione was barely standing. He hugged her again. She was still silently crying.
"I know you are tired, my slut. It is late. But you know I have to be hard on you, my slut..." He saw her nodding without raising her head. There were still tears. "How would you like to be aroused next?"
It took a moment, but Hermione answered in a quiet voice: "Could you fuck me, Master?"
"Of course, my slut, you deserved it."
Hermione was just leaning forward, to spent to care much that she was hanging by her aching arms. Her back was arched to present her pussy back to her Master. Harry took off his clothes and didn't hesitate to enter her slowly from behind, his hands keeping a firm grip on her hips. He had to keep a hold of himself to not think about just fucking Hermione freely. This was training for him as well after all. He slowly began pumping himself into her. He leaned forward to caress her hanging breast or to reach around her and gain access to her clit. Hermione sounded so tired in her moans. He could hear the despair in her breathing. She wanted to cum so bad. She couldn't help it to get hotter and hotter, closer and closer, everytime Harry filled her again. She dreaded to ask the question and when she finally did, Harry could hear the fear of being denied again.
It took all he had. Everything. But he knew he had to learn to deny her what she wanted. He had to learn to deny himself what he wanted. This was a lesson in control. Maybe more for himself than for her. But he did it. He groaned, feeling her frustration now for himself when he slowly pulled out of her and hurried to the bathroom to get his clothes on again and splash his face with cold water. He could feel the the safeword charm clearly. Hermione was at her end. She couldn't take another round. And neither could he. When he went back to her she was still hanging in the chains. Sobbing and shaking.
It was over.
He unlocked the shackles and freed her feet. He didn't know if she noticed. Harry held her up to clip the handcuff from out of the hanging chain. She collapsed into him and Harry carried her over to the bed that had been moved into a corner before unlocking the handcuffs. The skin under it was grazed in some places and deep red, but it was not bleeding. Hermione had curled into a ball and Harry soothed her. Telling her to sleep. That it was over. That she did great. That he was proud of her. The tears stopped when she fell asleep.
When becoming Head Boy Harry had to take a 'course' in first aid with good old Poppy. Hermione had, too. Course maybe a bit of a big word for it. Over an evening she had shown them how to help other students with little ailments when they came to them. Things like a bleeding nose or a scraped knee. Part of the job as Head student. The nurse wanted to be bothered only with the more serious stuff. Broken bones, /vanished/bones, damage from real curses, etc... Harry knew what she meant. In consequence they had to demonstrate their capabilities with two quite easy healing charms and application of a salve and three potions which, as they also had to make sure, were to be stored in their bathroom cabinets. So far it had been a quiet year, only one second year had come to them for treatment.
Hermione was deep asleep as Harry returned from the bathroom for certainly the tenth time this evening, this time with the salve in his hands. He carefully treated Hermione's wrists and wrapped a little gaze around them. In an hour her skin would be as good as new. He let her sleep while cleaning the room. The chain was removed but the bolt stayed in the ceiling. It would be needed later. The pole, shackles and cuffs went back in the back into the bag. He checked the time. It was nearly a quarter past midnight. Even with the half hour cleaning, he trained Hermione for over two hours. No wonder she was exhausted.
He sat by her side thinking, just watching her sleep. He didn't want to wake her to jump back now. That's what the clockboard was for. To show when to use the turner and how much. They had entered the bathroom at four minutes after nine and were about to leave it at twenty-eight minutes past nine. Meaning they could take the turner right now for three turns. She'd have time to leave the room and Harry would hit the bathroom door with a knocking spell to give the all-clear while leaving himself. That was the plan.
But they had time. Hermione deserved the rest. They could easily jump in an hour for one more turn. He looked at her wrists again. He had hurt her. Nothing permanent, sure, it will all be healed again when they were back. But it struck a note. He would have to hurt her again. And more. Much more. Before she would be able to take his marking. They had a hard road ahead of them. But he wanted to take that road with her. He wanted to show her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, cared for her... loved her.
He knew she loved to lie with him in the tub, so he got up to draw a bath. Strange thing about magical bathtubs. The muggle ones needed eternities to fill, the magical ones took not even half a minute. Even when the same amount of water seemed to be coming out of the tab... And they stopped filling themselves on their own. Strange indeed. So Harry just brought the remaining snacks and the clockboard into the bathroom, turned on the tab, got out of his clothes again and levitated his Hermione, still sleeping, with him in the ready bath. Her wrists hung over the edges while he just held her, and he waited for her to wake up. It took another ten minute until she started to stir.
"Hey.... Hermione..." His voice was soft.
"Hey..." she was still tired.
They both were silent for a minute.
"... that was hard." He said to break the silence.
"Yeah... " she paused again, "did I do ok?"
He held her closely. "You did wonderful, Hermione. You made us both proud."
"I... I don't know if I could have taken more... at the end... I... will it always be so hard, Harry?"
He thought a moment. "It will be different. As I train you in different aspects, in different ways. But it will be rarely easy."
"Thank you, for being so hard on me, for pushing me..." She wanted to hold her hands above his and noticed the bandages. "How bad is it?"
He checked the clockboard. It was a quarter to one. "We can take if off now. It should all be healed."
It was. The gaze was quickly vanishes and the the rest of the salve washed away, leaving only healed skin behind.
"Thank you, Harry. For caring so much. For... for hurting me. It wouldn't be hard enough otherwise."
"It will be hard to hurt you more. But I will learn."
Again silence.
"We have a few minutes left. Do you want one of the sandwiches?"
The snacks were gone and the bath empty. Hermione wore her clothes again when they stood in the middle of the Head Girl room at twenty minutes past one in the morning. The chain of the turner around both their necks. Harry turned the hourglass four times. When the spinning feeling stopped, Harry put the device away again, told Hermione to leave for the common room and waited. He watched the clockboard patiently. From the bathroom he heard the shower stop. When the upper clock showed it was twenty-eight past one, Harry opened the door to the common room, took out his wand and fired a knocking charm at the bathroom door. Then he went through, closed the door quickly behind him and synchronised the upper clockface, the only actual clock, on the board to the actual time shown by the big grandfather clock in room. Nine twenty-nine. That will take some getting used to....
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