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Another different way of looking at things

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So, here it goes...

Chapter 13 – Family matters

Due to his ability to leave the school, Harry took the freedom and even sometimes literally the time with the help of the turner to visit the Grangers. Normally those visits were easily arranged with a phone call from a booth down the street of the cauldron. The first of those, was not long after they took the first step. Harry wanted them to know that things were getting serious. They were not schoolchildren playing with handcuffs anymore. If, no when, they succeeded in taking all the step their daughter would not a person anymore. He would own their daughter. Harry wanted to make sure they understood that. While it was their daughter dream it must be every parents nightmare.

The Grangers were just relaxing at home that evening. She was not dressed in leather this time, but rather casual. Her husband was dressed. Harry had a better chance to look at the home they were living in. It looked quiet lovely. Well lived in. A little conservative maybe. But nice. After being invited in they settled down in the living room. Mr Granger made a quiet demure impression on Harry. Which was far less distracting than having to see his twitching erection. Which was good. He seemed like a nice man. However it was clear that he would not lead any conversation this evening.

Mrs. Granger was far more relaxed, too. It was clear that the last time they had met she had held nothing of her dominating personality back. Harry had invaded their home, so to speak, and so had made clear that it was 'her' home. That she was the boss in this walls. Like McGonagall and himself. Harry could understand that. He didn't somehow know how to start the conversation. He let her start, which she did after sending off her husband to serve something to drink. The atmosphere was relaxed.

"So, how are things at school? How is Hermione?" she opened.

"Hogwarts is in for a quiet year I hope. It would be a change but a welcome one. And Hermione is well, of course. It's good to see her happy. She keeps grinning when she thinks nobody is looking."

Jackson Granger meanwhile had returned. Harry had a glass of Coke before him. He looked at it for a moment. It was his first one. Ever. He had wondered for years what it would taste like while watching Dudley drink it by the gallon. He had decided one day it wouldn't matter. It was just another drink.

"You don't like Coke? Would you like something else?"

Harry snapped back to the present. "I apologize, Melinda. I am not here to drift off in my thoughts. Iguess I should further apologize for interrupting you like the last time I visited."

Mrs. Granger nodded for him to continue.

"I am here so soon again partly because I was worried you got the impression I was a teenager on too much hormones, dominating in nature, certainly, but my activities with Hermione would surely go not much further than a pair of handcuffs and a tickling charm. I was further concerned that, since you kept your sexual life from her, she in return never gave you an idea how much she really desires to be a slave... to be my slave specifically."

"Say, Harry, do you always talk like that?"

He frowned for a second, then chuckled. "I am just coming from a quarter meeting with the managers of my companies. They take me more seriously when I use long sentences and big words. It will pass."

Good thing Mrs. Granger had already placed her wineglass on the table. "Companies?... are you sure you don't just impress us will your wealth."

Harry didn't know if he should feel teased or insulted. He kept his voice honest. "I never found money to be overly important. Not the first eleven years when I had not a penny. Not in the years until last summer when I just spend enough to get my supplies and a few sweets. And not now when I have more than anyone needs. To be honest, I found it more of a burden at first to have the responsibility for two estates dumped on me. Even when their combined worth is well over eight billion pounds. But it doesn't matter. The Potters and the Blacks are my families. Though I am the last Potter and the Blacks were rather ...dubious in the past... But let's not talk about that."

She was speechless for a moment. "Ok, let's quit the teasing. You win. ...You want to know what I think about you being my daughters Master?" Harry nodded. "I have learned to trust my daughter judgement when she was at a fairly young age. We had the necessary money and Hermione had the intelligence and determination to give her the best education, the best preparation for England's best university. But instead she went off to an unknown school to learn magic. A thing we knew absolutely nothing about. Every summer we gave her the choice to either stay there or continue with her... muggle eduction. She told us how high a standing a muggleborn witch often has in your world. Every year we gave her the choice between ending up as an elite in our world or being a worker of the lower middle-class in your world. Every time she insisted on returning. And do you know why? Not because anything of what she could study at Hogwarts was so much better than let's say advanced physics. No, she returned because of you, Harry... You were always the centre of her world."

She looked at him. Harry let her talk. Partly because he was speechless. He had never seen it from their point of view.

"My husband and I didn't know that she was submissive. But we always knew she was devoted to you. And this devotion was greater than her thirst for knowledge. So, if she desires to be your slave, I am certain that she is not only knowing what she is doing, but by far exceeds cuffs and tickling. I can only hope that you take it as seriously as she is and not just play with her. But again, I trust her judgement of you."

Harry felt an odd mixture of pride at her word and anger at the insinuation. His eyes were narrowed at the end. He stared at her. He felt the same power in him as when he had a firm control over Hermione. For a moment he just looked at her, as if he could make her understand just with his eyes.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't know the effect he had on her. To get some more time he took the glass in his hand and smelled the drink before answering slowly, deliberately. He kept his eyes closed.

"You have every right to be worried. Of course.... It's hard to explain how much Hermione means to me..." He took a sip from the Coke. It tasted strange. He knew it was quiet popular in the muggle world, but he didn't know if it was worth all the hassle. "This is the first time I am drinking this... even when the relatives I was living with bought cases of it for my cousin... The first eleven years, or rather the ten years after I lost my parents, were not easy, not by far. When I came into the magical world I made two friends... my first friends.... I am sure you have heard of Ron. With Ron I had to be careful that the fame and wealth I never wanted would not cause him to be jealous. He is a good guy, don't get me wrong. But he had a very different life with his big family. He could never understand how it is to be alone in the dark... in pain... without hope. He could not understand that money and fame means nothing if you just want someone, anyone, to /be/there for you..."

"Hermione on the other hand was always there. Always. When we had a row it was because she was worried and I didn't want her to be. She is my best friend. She is the only one who never abandoned me. Whatever the rumour was, whatever the papers lied about, whatever happened, whatever I blamed me for. Hermione has always been the most important person in my life, ever since I consider myself having one. There is nothing, /absolutely nothing/, I would not do to make sure she is safe and happy."

Harry had looked Melinda Granger directly in the eyes by the last sentences. His determination showed fully.

"Hermione told me she fantasized for the first time to be my slave after I saved her life in our first year. Her desire to be my slave never wavered, but grew constantly. It is an honour to be her Master, to learn how to be the best Master for her. To make her dreams come true."

He pulled back again, trying to relax. "Hermione doesn't want to be spanked a little. She wants to be my total slave. She dreams about feeling me control every moment of her life. Hermione desires that I own her. And I will do anything to make her dream come true.... We agreed on amethod to do so a few days ago. That's why I am here for. It would mean everything for her that you not only are ok with her being submissive and her desire to be slave... but that she wants to officially be my slave."

Mrs. Grangers wineglass was empty by now. She seemed impressed by his word. When she found his voice again she ordered her husband to refill it. Then turned back to Harry.

"It surely sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn't it? But you have only been together for weeks. You have not been a Master before. How do you know you do right by her if you are still learning?"

"I think Ihave a very firm idea what she wants. We use a safeguard spell to warn me when Hermione reached her limits. And we are using an old, very old method of enslavement to ensure we are the right ones for each other. So far we have made only good experiences. Hermione knows that she is supposed to tell me should I make really a mistake."

"A method of magical enslavement? Do I want to know?"

"You should know, because we have already begun. It was created in the early fifth century when slavery was banned in the magical world. Before it was not uncommon that people were just enslaved. If they wanted or not. There are enough spells, potions or enchantments to let you do that. What was created then was a method, a series of ceremonies to allow someone to become a slave if he or she wanted to do so. To enter consensual enslavement. A training regimes guides the Master and the slave through a ceremony of five steps in which the slave gives more and more rights up to the Master. The slave can quit at any time... or fail. Either Master or slave prove to be incompatible through the process or after the final fifth step the enslavement is complete and permanent. Hermione took the first step last Saturday. It basically means that she officially declared her desire to be my slave. We kept it secret though."

"God... my daughter really want to be totally enslaved? Permanently?"

"Yes. And should we succeed in taking the final step she can be certain to have found the right person to do it with."

She turned to her husband. "Jackson... what do you think?"

"I would do it for you. If our Hermione wants to try this with Harry, she should. Either they fail or she made the right choice..."

Mrs Granger looked to Harry again. "Yes, she should do what she thinks is right for her."

To say that Harry was relieved was an understatement.

"Can we do anything to help?"

"I hope to talk to you sometime about control, self-control, maybe training methods to gain from your experience. But that is not as important as Hermione's trust training. She not only has to know that I control her life and that I will know what is best for her. She does that. But she has to really believe it. I think that is very important. Even in extreme cases. What for example if I told her to write a letter to you detailing what a dirty slut she wants to be. She would do it. But since she knows nothing about your acceptance, would she really trust me that it would be the right thing for her? I am not sure."

The glimmer in Melinda's eyes came back. "I see... this is going to be fun, isn't it?"

"I think it will be. Hermione gets hot from embarrassment. I think the first letter will come soon. Even of age she still needs you to sign awaver if she wants to be excluded from the dress code at school. Letting her compose that letter would be a good beginning. It would be of great help if I could help in the responses, so they are the most efficient."

"That will give us enough time to talk..." Mrs. Granger added.

"Yes, but let us not forget that this is serious. Hermione is intending to give up literally every right she has. She deserves nothing but the best Ican do as her Master in return. For example in the next step in roughly three weeks Hermione intends to give up the right to own anything. In the step planned for Christmas break it is the right to her body."

Her eyes were staring at him. "Of course I am taking the fate of my only child seriously."

Harry stared right back. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good. ... but I thought you two would be here for Christmas?"

"We will." Harry thought for a moment. "Would you like to attend the ceremony?"

"When she gives up her right of body to you... What will happen there?"

"She will be branded. Maybe even a magical mark... It will be extremely hard on her. Practically the whole pain aspect of her training is designed to prepare her for that. ...to be honest it is also the part that will be hardest for me. Hermione can take pain, together with pleasure she can take a lot of it... but it will still be hard.... Well, would you like to attend?"

"I think we will. We will talk about it later."

"Yes, thank you... I guess it is time for me to go."









That very evening Harry approached the issue of Hermione's parents with her for the first time. They were in their time-room working generally on charms, which meant that they were rehearsing regardless of which year the material was from anything that was still unclear. The table was filled with books. Hermione was working ahead to the NEWT list while Harry was reading over the spells he was supposed to learn in class at times when he was a little too distracted with his life.

And it was sometimes hard not to be distracted when he looked up to see his slave, his Hermione sitting there studying, like old times, with achain locking her to the floor. She just looked beautiful that way. He wondered how she would take it to confront her parents. Sometimes the muggle world seemed so far away that it was easy to forget the consequences someone's actions would have to that world. He didn't know if Hermione had though about how she would tell her parents about her enslavement. And even if she already had a plan, did she realise that it was his decision to make? How hard would it be for her to trust him with it? Would she even think that she had to decide between them? Between herself and them? But he knew she had to learn that his decisions were always to be trusted. That the way Harry handled her life was for her best. In case of her parent it would not be a decision between them and him, but for them both. He doubted she could see that option and couldn't therefore see what was best for her. He had to know that she did trust him with this decisions. They would see that until Christmas. If she did, all was good. If not he would teach her.

He had wondered if what some people predicted was true. They said he would be the next Dumbledore. Since these people tended to not know him at all, they meant that he would be the next great leader of the light and all that was good. Their next shepherd. For himself he wondered for another reason now. Wouldn't he be like Albus just by deciding what was best or Hermione because he just knew? By manipulating her, for example by the way he 'used' Luna to degrade her? Wouldn't that make him the same as the old coot? It didn't take long for him to come to a decision. No. Just no. He never knew what kind of decisions Dumbledore was making for him. He certainly never agreed to be his slave. And it was by far more possible to know what was best for one person than for every witch and wizard in England. Harry didn't want the greater good, he just wanted Hermione's. Sure he would be influential over the years. Financial and as a member of the wizengamot even political. But that was it. He didn't want to become their next minister of magic. He wanted to be Hermione's Master. The rest of the lot could find their own leader.

On the way back from the Grangers Harry had a quick 'talk' with the headmistress to ask her for a waiver for the dress code. That led to her asking if it was for himself which again led to a rather frustrating but sometimes funny discussion about the moral of the student body, which Harry was representing as Head Boy after all, and the possible need to review the dress code since it was over two hundred years old. He knew the latter wouldn't happen for at least another century but thought it was a valid point nonetheless. She gave him the waiver at the end. Basically because she didn't want to discuss such thing and because of Harry's insurance that Hermione does take her position as Head Girl very seriously and would never wander around naked. He thought it was funny. She didn't.

"What are you thinking about?" her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Oh... quiet some things actually. For one how well the chain suites you." She smiled. Hermione hadn't been on a chain for long but she had to admit, she liked it so far.

"...and that I want you excluded from the dress code. I don't want to think about another set of rules when I inspect what you wear. I want there to be only mine." With that he passed the waiver over to her.

Hermione looked at it and went still. "My parents have to sign it."

"Yes, I noticed. You better write them a letter explaining why they should. Tell them how much you like to wear short skirts and how much easier it would be for you not to make sure that your bra can't be seen under your blouse. Make sure to mention that you would be even allowed to forgo your underwear."

Harry wanted to let her think about that for a while. He knew she was doing that furiously by now. "I am going to take a little nap, call out when your letter is ready, Hermione." He was curious how long it would take her.

It was over an hour later when Harry awoke, Hermione calling his name. She didn't look up when she handed him the piece of parchment. It was a little piece of art. Hermione Granger could really write letters. It seemed that she had a copy of her favourite book handy because her letter briefly described the history of the dress code. She had stated further how archaic the rule were sometimes and that she saw it as her duty Head Girl to modernize it, to 'pull that part of the wizarding world out of the middle ages and into the twentieth century. The possibility of her going commando was seamlessly phrased in between.

But obviously Hermione was well aware how perceptive her parent, or to be precise her mother was. She was afraid they would see through all those flourished word and phrases. That they would be able to boil it down to one truth. That their daughter wanted to dress like a slut. Which brought her to the mental admission that this was true. Further, that she was already one. That she was Harry's slut if he wanted her to be. But how could she write that? What if Harry told her exactly to write her parents that? She had been crying.

He sat beside her. They were silent for a while.

"... it is as hard as when I don't let you cum for hours, isn't it."

She nodded. Still looking down.

"You don't want them to know that you are my slave. Do you think they would hate you for it? That they would be disappointed in you?"

"Harry, you don't know my mum and dad. They are dentist. Modest, proper about things like sex. It is never discussed. When I got the 'talk' it ended in a scientific discussion. They will see through that letter. They... I don't know what they will think of me..."

Her eyes were still teary and she was talking herself into a frenzy. "Harry, I want to be your slave, I really do. I don't care what the whole world is thinking about that. But they are my parents. How could I look them in the eye and say that I don't want nothing else than to be your slave? That I am your slave. They could never understand how happy I .... They would look at me... and they would say how disappointed they were... that I could have gone to any university... I could have had anything... they'd look at me like a failure... Harry, you can't imagine how it is when your pa..." She stopped abruptly with her eyes wide in panic at what she said.

Harry knew she didn't mean it like that, but her last words still stung. He had narrowed his eyes. "No, I can't."

"Harry, I didn't mean..."

"Stop." he cut her apology off. "You are my slave Hermione, aren't you?"

"Yes Harry."

"And you want to stay my slave, don't you?"

"Of course, Harry... I am sor..."

"Then you have to learn that I make the decisions for you. And that this decision is in your and my best interest. You have to learn to trust me with those decisions, regardless of what they are. If you don't you will fail as my slave. And as your Master I will have failed to teach you. Then you will not my slave anymore. You have to learn to trust me with everything. Will you do that for me, Hermione?"

She hesitated for a second. "Yes, Harry, I will."

"You are worried that you will either lose me or your parents?"

She nodded again.

"Will you let me make that decision for you, so you don't need to worry about it any longer?"

"Yes Master... thank you ."

"I hope you have learned enough for today, my pet. Let us sleep for a few hours." Harry stood and led Hermione by the chain to the bed, hoping his slave really meant what she had said.

Hermione was still nervous the next morning when they send the letter off. She looked worried at every incoming post owl after that for two days until the reply arrived. Harry had not allowed to open the letter, just to put it away. She had to give it to him still unopened. He read it and told her if she did well in training that evening he would let her as well. She was nervous, anxious. Hermione could see that the waiver was not attached. But she wanted to show her trust, and Harry showed her how. Harry had to admit to himself it was a little unfair, since he knew what the letter was going to say before he even opened it.

Hermione deserved her reward at the end. For two and a half hours Harry had brought her close again and again and again. When he had let her calm down for the last time she just wanted to sleep. He gave her the choice to read the letter then or in the morning. She choose the former. Hermione had never thought that reading a letter from her mum would get her hot, but the embarrassment was enough to remind her body that it still wanted to cum. The sooner the better.

The letter itself first applauded her efforts to bring a little fresh air into her word and then detailed in agonizing detail the importance of fresh and clean underwear should she really be allowed to wear more revealing cloth. Hermione was more than humiliated by then. Her mother further declared that 'flashing for the progress in the world' may have worked forty years ago, but if Hermione wanted her to sign the waiver she'd better tell her the real reason.

The next day she had asked Harry what she should answer. Harry had to think about that for a moment. Since he had influence on the answers it was not of extreme importance what Hermione would answer. He could always balance it out on the other end. But he didn't want her lying to her parents.... too much. So he told her that since 'colouring the truth' didn't work well with her mom, she should just be honest. That she was 'together' with Harry for a little while now and that she either wanted to wear nice clothes for him or to go even further and tell her mum that she has found it very stimulating for herself to let Harry decide what she would wear. All of it would be true.

A week later she had left the Headmistress office with a grin. She had gotten her exception, even if from now on she had to prove to earn this right by proving her worth as Head Girl even more. McGonagall was not amused that she had to inform the staff about the change. But as it turned out Harry did not take very much advantage of this. It would do no one good if her clothing changed too abruptly, he told Hermione, but wouldn't mean she should not expect surprises.

When the second step approached Hermione had confessed in her letter that she loves to be submissive and that Harry helps her to live that out. She dreaded the first time the word 'slave' would come up. It was one thing for to talk to her mother about her sexual preferences, it was another to admit her desire to be a slave. She was however glad Harry had pushed her to write the letters.