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Another different way of looking at things
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So, here it goes...
Chapter 11 – Time passes
Three weeks had passed and they had found a pretty good routine. Each morning Hermione had to make sure Harry was awake before the alarm clock. If he wasn't on his own, Hermione was allowed to wake him with her mouth.... silently of course. It followed her first training session of the day in the bathroom. While Harry had a little time finishing his morning business, his slave was to prepare a small breakfast, just a glass of juice and a toast since they attended the meal in the great hall, pack the school supplies they would need for the day and choose the clothes she would shortly after present for Harry's inspection while her Master ate his toast. Harry mad sure she felt his control over her clothing, so even if she was to wear underwear Hermione was not allowed to change anything, like for example an open blouse button directly over her bra, which was not very noticeable when she sat up straight. Did she not however the white material underneath and the swelling of her breasts would be clearly visible.
The small things were more than enough to bring her through the day. Harry had taken control over what she would eat for lunch, when she was allowed to go to the toilet, when she raised her hand in class, the list went on. Hermione was content to wet that little to none decisions were left to herself. It was even enough for the times when Harry was in a different class or their duties as Head students pulled them apart. When the classes and meetings they had to attend to were over they were more flexible.
Some days when the care for the student body was especially demanding or classes were worse than normal they directly took their time in /the/room. Hermione was chained in there all the time. And it was not a long one. Some days her hands were cuffed, and it was unfamiliar for her to write or to not be able to use the other hand to keep a line in her book at the same time. Even due to this constant reminder of his control she was able to do her studies in a normal fashion since she was even dressed. Most times. When Hermione had shown too much frustration with her restrains one time Harry had just stood up from his own studies, rounded the table and inserted a spontaneous 'deny' session like in her first training simply by taking her handcuffs and chaining them to the ceiling. Together with the chain still linking her collar to the floor, Hermione had little space to move. A spell later she was undressed and in for a hard time. She never survived such a session without ending up sobbing in exhaustion and frustration. But since they literally had time, Harry let her lie chained to the bed for some time, until it was time for her to study again.
The deny session were the worst for her. Even worse than the pain training in which Harry altered to inflict pleasure and pain on her. Simply because her Master made sure that she would cum should the pain reach the limit of what she could take. And when she climaxed on these occasions the feelings were just not comparable with any other way to achieve her orgasms. It was a extremely hard way to get to them, but they were worth it. Every one of them. They were even worth the fear before each session. They had such a special training every other day... or whenever Harry decided. The other times she was just chained and it took not long for her to get more used to it. Even though their longest stay in the room had been fourteen hour until now, Hermione never knew when she would be able to move freely the next time...
Most days the stays in their secret room was in the late evenings though. The hour before were used by Harry to leave the school and Hermione had enough opportunity to re-rediscover the treasures of the library with Padma or just spend time with Padma and Luna. Both seventh year trying to figure Luna out only to get frustrated. Or just becoming better friends. Hermione loved and dreaded to be around Luna. Besides her Master no one was as accepting and natural with her. It was just self-evident for the blond girl that Hermione was Harry's slave. The most normal thing in the world. She was her friend first and foremost. Hermione had to admit to herself that she'd like to be used by Luna a little more. Luna was the best at that. But it rarely happened.
The first time Luna used her in a first floor toilet.
The second time was just three days after that. Harry and her were sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Since Head students could enter every dorm they certainly could sit at every table. They sat with Luna and Padma of course. Luna was in one of her happy moods and told them loud enough for half the table to hear that they would not believe what she saw outside the other day. Somehow Hermione thought Luna would be right. They wouldn't believe her. Hermione herself had noticed something however the other day, too. Luna 'imaginary' animal often resembled social phenomenon and interaction far more than the first view would let on. She shared the theory with Padma, which let to a new hypothesis about mystery Luna , which in turn led to the fact that they were actually listening to her as Luna told them all about a massive nargle movement.
If she hadn't been listening she would have missed it for sure, in the middle of all this Luna had asked Harry is she could play with Hermione during dinner. Harry had just nodded in return and Hermione desperately tried to keep her blush down as she felt a hand creep slowly between her thighs and under her panties, slowly starting to stroke her pussy. She spread her legs a little more to give Luna better access. She felt her face further heat up when she felt two fingers expertly entering her wet pussy while the ball of her thumb gave pressure to Hermione's clit. All the while Luna kept on rambling on about what she thought the nargle movement could mean toward the Quidditch match the next weekend between the Harpies and the Cannons. Hermione couldn't keep her hips from rocking. She knew she was moaning. She was just hoping Luna was loud enough that nobody would hear it. It seemed the louder Luna was the less attention she got from the Ravens. Most other student would think, or so Hermione hoped, that she blushed because she was sitting right beside 'Loony' while the girl was in the middle of the 'Great Nargle Adventure'. If only they knew. Hermione was getting closer now. She couldn't get the thought out of her head that another girl was finger-fucking her right during lunch. And she would be cumming soon. And Luna kept ignoring her. Her complete attention was on Harry and Padma. Harry behaved like nothing much was out of the ordinary. But of course he knows. And Padma... Padma is looking right back at me. Hermione tried to keep it quiet but since Luna just increased her pace it was inescapable that Hermione soon climaxed with a stiffened shriek. Luna instantly build her exclamation into the story and to Hermione's further embarrassment licked her fingers clean right in the open. But nobody seem to notice. Somehow Luna Lovegood could generate a huge notice-me-not field without any trace of magic. Hermione strongly suspected Luna had only told the story to cover up the fact that she was fingering the Head Girl. But of course she had no prove. That was Luna, after all....
The third and until then last time it happened had been only a day before the three week mark. It was not unusual that Padma and/or Luna were visiting them in their suite in the evening. Sometimes they were just chatting, sometimes studying. Sometimes both. That evening they had a lively discussion why this year seemed to be so quiet. No noticeable big death eater attacks which Padma claimed was due to the new ministers hard course against bribery and the therefore continued incarcerations of death eaters. Hermione suspected Voldemort was planning something. Harry had his doubt about that. Even with his better Occlumency training, he would have noticed something from his scar. Anything. Luna' theory was that since the ministry had turned the Rotfang Conspiracy inside out, they had managed to drive You-know-who out of the country. He would be now in northern turkey breeding sheep. Harry actually thought about that for moment aloud. Voldemort 's big coming back didn't go exactly well. Neither did it go unnoticed nor did he get the prophecy. Maybe he was really overseas, building a second powerbase, planning, waiting till things turned back in his favour here in England. And as for the sheep.. well, good old Tom always liked to be surrounded by stupid, blindly following creatures. Even Padma had to admit that those are possibilities. Luna announced she had to go pee, which was in itself not unusual and since the Head Girl room was off limits, Harry's bathroom was open for guests. Luna's next casual words hit Hermione however like nothing else. 'Can I use Hermione to wipe myself clean?'Padma looked at her with an expression of mild to medium shock. Harry seemed thoughtful for a moment and Hermione couldn't breath. When Harry gave his ok, Luna just turned and walked to the loo. Padma seemed like she wanted to say something, but didn't when Hermione just silently got up and followed Luna.
She hadn't told Padma about what Luna used her for. It was enough that she sometimes had permission to touch Hermione. It was one thing to desire enslavement, but how could Padma understand that her friend became so hot from the degradation that she enjoyed being toilet paper. She couldn't understand it herself sometimes. Not only that, but ever since the 'event' last week her thoughts went further. She not only licked her friend clean and used her face and hair to achieve that. She also drank Luna. And she liked the taste. Wished every morning for another mouthful and dreaded the rest of the day if that was all she was getting. She wondered where Luna's pee would be after. Would she return to the common room with her stomach filled? Would she even mind? Luna had tasted so sweet. Would she this time, too? Hermione hoped so. Would she mind drinking Luna if she tasted so nice everytime Luna used her, even if that made her her toilet? Before last week Hermione would have said 'yes, of course she would mind'. She wasn't so sure now...
Luna was still standing by the mirror examining something on her nose when Hermione came out of her thoughts. She saw her own red face reflected and before she could blush any further, Hermione knelt before the toilet, her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted back. She was ready for whatever came. She was still aroused. The thought that right now Harry could be explaining to Padma what she was doing made her even wetter. Luna finally came over to her and pulled her panties down. Hermione really didn't know if she felt disappointment or relief when Luna sat on the toilet and not on her. Luna looked straight over her head into nothing while relieving herself. Hermione didn't know what to think or if she thought at all. She couldn't keep her eyes of the light yellow endless stream of pee she saw emerging between the girls legs. She imagined the taste. Remembered it. Her disappointment won. When Luna finally finished and got up to use her, Hermione hoped there would be some left. Luna as before used her face like a big sponge, pulling her nose through her pussy lips, using her hair. Hermione tried to lap it all up as best as she could. The taste was there but Luna was not especially wet. Hermione liked to be used like that, she had no doubt about it, she could feel her pulsing pussy, but after Luna finished using her, Hermione had to wonder what was different this time. Luna had already let the toilet when Hermione got up. She was still so wet, the thought of going back down and looking at Padma's shocked face made sure of that. She washed her face and tried to fix her hair. All the while wondering if it was really drinking Luna that made it different or if it was maybe the public location the other time. Somehow she had the feeling she missed out on something.
When she went back down the discussion had heated up again. This time the topic was Ron and his new re-found relationship with none other than Lavender Brown. Obviously the 'thinking' Ron had a second chance with her. They had publicly admitted that they were not perfect for each other, but it would be no reason to not gain 'experiences' until they found the right one. They agreed to keep off the topics Quidditch and make-up. Somehow they worked out so far. Hermione didn't say a word. She couldn't look at Padma until the indian girl gave her hand a squeeze and a small smile. She relaxed after that a little. She was still so wet.
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 11 – Time passes
Three weeks had passed and they had found a pretty good routine. Each morning Hermione had to make sure Harry was awake before the alarm clock. If he wasn't on his own, Hermione was allowed to wake him with her mouth.... silently of course. It followed her first training session of the day in the bathroom. While Harry had a little time finishing his morning business, his slave was to prepare a small breakfast, just a glass of juice and a toast since they attended the meal in the great hall, pack the school supplies they would need for the day and choose the clothes she would shortly after present for Harry's inspection while her Master ate his toast. Harry mad sure she felt his control over her clothing, so even if she was to wear underwear Hermione was not allowed to change anything, like for example an open blouse button directly over her bra, which was not very noticeable when she sat up straight. Did she not however the white material underneath and the swelling of her breasts would be clearly visible.
The small things were more than enough to bring her through the day. Harry had taken control over what she would eat for lunch, when she was allowed to go to the toilet, when she raised her hand in class, the list went on. Hermione was content to wet that little to none decisions were left to herself. It was even enough for the times when Harry was in a different class or their duties as Head students pulled them apart. When the classes and meetings they had to attend to were over they were more flexible.
Some days when the care for the student body was especially demanding or classes were worse than normal they directly took their time in /the/room. Hermione was chained in there all the time. And it was not a long one. Some days her hands were cuffed, and it was unfamiliar for her to write or to not be able to use the other hand to keep a line in her book at the same time. Even due to this constant reminder of his control she was able to do her studies in a normal fashion since she was even dressed. Most times. When Hermione had shown too much frustration with her restrains one time Harry had just stood up from his own studies, rounded the table and inserted a spontaneous 'deny' session like in her first training simply by taking her handcuffs and chaining them to the ceiling. Together with the chain still linking her collar to the floor, Hermione had little space to move. A spell later she was undressed and in for a hard time. She never survived such a session without ending up sobbing in exhaustion and frustration. But since they literally had time, Harry let her lie chained to the bed for some time, until it was time for her to study again.
The deny session were the worst for her. Even worse than the pain training in which Harry altered to inflict pleasure and pain on her. Simply because her Master made sure that she would cum should the pain reach the limit of what she could take. And when she climaxed on these occasions the feelings were just not comparable with any other way to achieve her orgasms. It was a extremely hard way to get to them, but they were worth it. Every one of them. They were even worth the fear before each session. They had such a special training every other day... or whenever Harry decided. The other times she was just chained and it took not long for her to get more used to it. Even though their longest stay in the room had been fourteen hour until now, Hermione never knew when she would be able to move freely the next time...
Most days the stays in their secret room was in the late evenings though. The hour before were used by Harry to leave the school and Hermione had enough opportunity to re-rediscover the treasures of the library with Padma or just spend time with Padma and Luna. Both seventh year trying to figure Luna out only to get frustrated. Or just becoming better friends. Hermione loved and dreaded to be around Luna. Besides her Master no one was as accepting and natural with her. It was just self-evident for the blond girl that Hermione was Harry's slave. The most normal thing in the world. She was her friend first and foremost. Hermione had to admit to herself that she'd like to be used by Luna a little more. Luna was the best at that. But it rarely happened.
The first time Luna used her in a first floor toilet.
The second time was just three days after that. Harry and her were sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Since Head students could enter every dorm they certainly could sit at every table. They sat with Luna and Padma of course. Luna was in one of her happy moods and told them loud enough for half the table to hear that they would not believe what she saw outside the other day. Somehow Hermione thought Luna would be right. They wouldn't believe her. Hermione herself had noticed something however the other day, too. Luna 'imaginary' animal often resembled social phenomenon and interaction far more than the first view would let on. She shared the theory with Padma, which let to a new hypothesis about mystery Luna , which in turn led to the fact that they were actually listening to her as Luna told them all about a massive nargle movement.
If she hadn't been listening she would have missed it for sure, in the middle of all this Luna had asked Harry is she could play with Hermione during dinner. Harry had just nodded in return and Hermione desperately tried to keep her blush down as she felt a hand creep slowly between her thighs and under her panties, slowly starting to stroke her pussy. She spread her legs a little more to give Luna better access. She felt her face further heat up when she felt two fingers expertly entering her wet pussy while the ball of her thumb gave pressure to Hermione's clit. All the while Luna kept on rambling on about what she thought the nargle movement could mean toward the Quidditch match the next weekend between the Harpies and the Cannons. Hermione couldn't keep her hips from rocking. She knew she was moaning. She was just hoping Luna was loud enough that nobody would hear it. It seemed the louder Luna was the less attention she got from the Ravens. Most other student would think, or so Hermione hoped, that she blushed because she was sitting right beside 'Loony' while the girl was in the middle of the 'Great Nargle Adventure'. If only they knew. Hermione was getting closer now. She couldn't get the thought out of her head that another girl was finger-fucking her right during lunch. And she would be cumming soon. And Luna kept ignoring her. Her complete attention was on Harry and Padma. Harry behaved like nothing much was out of the ordinary. But of course he knows. And Padma... Padma is looking right back at me. Hermione tried to keep it quiet but since Luna just increased her pace it was inescapable that Hermione soon climaxed with a stiffened shriek. Luna instantly build her exclamation into the story and to Hermione's further embarrassment licked her fingers clean right in the open. But nobody seem to notice. Somehow Luna Lovegood could generate a huge notice-me-not field without any trace of magic. Hermione strongly suspected Luna had only told the story to cover up the fact that she was fingering the Head Girl. But of course she had no prove. That was Luna, after all....
The third and until then last time it happened had been only a day before the three week mark. It was not unusual that Padma and/or Luna were visiting them in their suite in the evening. Sometimes they were just chatting, sometimes studying. Sometimes both. That evening they had a lively discussion why this year seemed to be so quiet. No noticeable big death eater attacks which Padma claimed was due to the new ministers hard course against bribery and the therefore continued incarcerations of death eaters. Hermione suspected Voldemort was planning something. Harry had his doubt about that. Even with his better Occlumency training, he would have noticed something from his scar. Anything. Luna' theory was that since the ministry had turned the Rotfang Conspiracy inside out, they had managed to drive You-know-who out of the country. He would be now in northern turkey breeding sheep. Harry actually thought about that for moment aloud. Voldemort 's big coming back didn't go exactly well. Neither did it go unnoticed nor did he get the prophecy. Maybe he was really overseas, building a second powerbase, planning, waiting till things turned back in his favour here in England. And as for the sheep.. well, good old Tom always liked to be surrounded by stupid, blindly following creatures. Even Padma had to admit that those are possibilities. Luna announced she had to go pee, which was in itself not unusual and since the Head Girl room was off limits, Harry's bathroom was open for guests. Luna's next casual words hit Hermione however like nothing else. 'Can I use Hermione to wipe myself clean?'Padma looked at her with an expression of mild to medium shock. Harry seemed thoughtful for a moment and Hermione couldn't breath. When Harry gave his ok, Luna just turned and walked to the loo. Padma seemed like she wanted to say something, but didn't when Hermione just silently got up and followed Luna.
She hadn't told Padma about what Luna used her for. It was enough that she sometimes had permission to touch Hermione. It was one thing to desire enslavement, but how could Padma understand that her friend became so hot from the degradation that she enjoyed being toilet paper. She couldn't understand it herself sometimes. Not only that, but ever since the 'event' last week her thoughts went further. She not only licked her friend clean and used her face and hair to achieve that. She also drank Luna. And she liked the taste. Wished every morning for another mouthful and dreaded the rest of the day if that was all she was getting. She wondered where Luna's pee would be after. Would she return to the common room with her stomach filled? Would she even mind? Luna had tasted so sweet. Would she this time, too? Hermione hoped so. Would she mind drinking Luna if she tasted so nice everytime Luna used her, even if that made her her toilet? Before last week Hermione would have said 'yes, of course she would mind'. She wasn't so sure now...
Luna was still standing by the mirror examining something on her nose when Hermione came out of her thoughts. She saw her own red face reflected and before she could blush any further, Hermione knelt before the toilet, her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted back. She was ready for whatever came. She was still aroused. The thought that right now Harry could be explaining to Padma what she was doing made her even wetter. Luna finally came over to her and pulled her panties down. Hermione really didn't know if she felt disappointment or relief when Luna sat on the toilet and not on her. Luna looked straight over her head into nothing while relieving herself. Hermione didn't know what to think or if she thought at all. She couldn't keep her eyes of the light yellow endless stream of pee she saw emerging between the girls legs. She imagined the taste. Remembered it. Her disappointment won. When Luna finally finished and got up to use her, Hermione hoped there would be some left. Luna as before used her face like a big sponge, pulling her nose through her pussy lips, using her hair. Hermione tried to lap it all up as best as she could. The taste was there but Luna was not especially wet. Hermione liked to be used like that, she had no doubt about it, she could feel her pulsing pussy, but after Luna finished using her, Hermione had to wonder what was different this time. Luna had already let the toilet when Hermione got up. She was still so wet, the thought of going back down and looking at Padma's shocked face made sure of that. She washed her face and tried to fix her hair. All the while wondering if it was really drinking Luna that made it different or if it was maybe the public location the other time. Somehow she had the feeling she missed out on something.
When she went back down the discussion had heated up again. This time the topic was Ron and his new re-found relationship with none other than Lavender Brown. Obviously the 'thinking' Ron had a second chance with her. They had publicly admitted that they were not perfect for each other, but it would be no reason to not gain 'experiences' until they found the right one. They agreed to keep off the topics Quidditch and make-up. Somehow they worked out so far. Hermione didn't say a word. She couldn't look at Padma until the indian girl gave her hand a squeeze and a small smile. She relaxed after that a little. She was still so wet.
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