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Another different way of looking at things
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So, here it goes...
Chapter 14 – A kind of test
Harry leaned against the headboard of the bed in the Head Girl room. They were in their past currently. On the Tuesday of their fourth week after the first step. In eight hours they would enter this room under the invisibility cloak and turn the time back for a full day. He had been extra careful that really nobody had entered the room for that time. Who ever it would have been, whatever the consequences, it would be more than unpleasant to deal with both. The room had become their sanctuary over the last weeks. In here they could be as they were. If he desired to completely dominate Hermione, he could do it without worry. In here Hermione did not have to worry about the responsibilities she had as Head Girl to the students or how open she was with what she wanted. In here she could just be his slave. The school with it's classes, teacher and houses seemed so far away sometimes, they hardly considered themselves at Hogwarts anymore... It was the first time he had used the time turner to the extend of a full day. There was a reason.
One of the goals Harry had set before taking the second step was to learn where each their limits were. She had said she was ready when Harry told her that they would learn that in this session. She told him she understood when he told her that regardless of what she would say or plead, the feeling of the safe word charm was the only thing he would be listening to. Hermione seemed eager to prove herself to both of them. It was a test of their training so far.
Eight hours ago they had started the pleasure/pain session. Hermione was naked and chained for half a day by that point, in different restrictions, different positions. The first four hours he persistently had denied her to climax. But other than in her very first training it had not been one long segment, but rather several shorter, so she had the chance to get her strength back. It would have been a long day after all. But even in those short pauses she had not been able to move freely at all. A small vibrator on a low setting never had left her and never let her cool down completely. She had yelled in frustration, had cried for pretty much the same reason. Every time he had felt the safe word approach or his own limit of holding back, he had inserted a short pause of an half hour, and it begun anew after that. They would not stop until they both had found the limit. Naturally the segments had become shorter and shorter. When he had felt the safe word almost instantly at the start of a new segment he had stopped. Hermione had been beyond exhaustion. Harry was relieved that that part had been over.
He had to feed her after that and had allowed her some real sleep for the second part. She had been chained on the floor for that, but it not mattered to her. Even there she had found enough rest to start over. They had learned that it was easier for Hermione to take the pain than the frustration. Easier when she was allowed to climax. Learning to hit her just right may have been one of the hardest lessons for Harry to learn in their training so far. Training her to take pain was anecessary part for the third step, not as enjoyable as seeing Hermione desperate to cum. He didn't consider himself a sadist. He didn't enjoy to see her suffer in pain alone. It was more important to apply the pain just right to allow Hermione to use it as... sustenance, as fire to feed the pleasure he was giving her along. And use the pleasure on the other hand to numb out the pain.
The session had seem to take forever. She had sobbed herself dry, had begged him to stop, pleaded. It took all both they had. Harry didn't know how long it actually was until he finally had gotten a solid feeling of the safe word. Until she finally didn't want to take anymore. His Hermione was nothing if not determined. He doubted he could have given more himself. He just wanted to sleep after that. When he chained her to the bedpost and was about to remove the cuffs holding her hands behind her back she just had said to please leave them. He hadn't thought she was still concious. He just had set an alarm and had lied back as she snuggled in his side.
When Harry awoke he only knew two things at first. That he was in the room and that Hermione was with him. Looking at the clockboard showed that they still had eight hours. All the time in the world. He scooped up to sit against the headboard. Hermione's head lie in his lap. He stroke it softly. He thought about their last sixteen hours. I was to see if they were ready to step up. To see if they were ready to increase the training. He had to wonder if they were. Was he ready to inflict enough pain on Hermione to take a branding?Maybe that was the only question. All the other training, the orgasm-denying, the trust, the humiliation, the control, over her and over himself he could step up. He would. It would to mean to fail her otherwise. But practically torturing the girl he was in love with? So he would mark her and take over the right of her body? He realised that that would be the price he had to pay. What he would have to do to earn it. And he would. Hermione did certainly deserve his best effort... His thoughts wandered toward the ceremony that would take place on Saturday, should he deem the training as sufficient.
He felt her had stirring and heard her small voice "Master... was I good enough?"
Harry looked down at her. And just kept watching her for a moment. "Give me a kiss."
Hermione awkwardly crawled up to him without the use of her arms. It was obviously that she was in discomfort, but the kiss they shared said nothing about pain
When Harry broke it he whispered back. "Yes, you are good enough.... How much does it hurt?"
She sagged into his shoulder. "Thank you, Master." She paused. "It hurts. My arms are numb. They sting, Master, and my breast, stomach and bum still burn. But it's good, Master. Don't concern yourself with it."
Sometimes it was hard for him to follow her logic. "And why should I not be concerned about it?"
"...because the more I hurt the more I could give... the more I could show you ...that I am ready, Master. Will you let me take the next step, Master? Please?"
"I will. You are aware that it will change the training? And that there will be changes in your daily life outside of this room?"
"Yes, Master. ...Can I ask about them?"
"We shall see. First, I am going to fix you up. You are a mess, my slave."
With that he proceeded to take off Hermione's cuffs, unlocked the chain from the bedpost and walked into the bathroom with her in tow. He cringed at the side of her. She had been bruised before during their training, of course, but by far never this bad. There was hardly a patch of skin between her knees and stomach, her breasts included, that was not coloured in deep red and blue. She had trouble walking but tried not to show it. He told her to lie down in the empty tub and linked the chain from her collar to a ring in the wall beside her head. The chain short enough that she would not be able to get out or too far under the water with her head. Then he opened the tab and let the water splash over her. While the bathtub filled, Harry went back to the main room to get his satchel.
The thing is, when you are in Diagon Ally on a daily basis things kind of change in perspective. As long as you make sure nobody recognizes you, which was the ground rule for Harry in those cases. However you don't have to worry about when the next Hogsmeat weekend is or who you can ask to send it to you should your supply on quills, favourite beverage or broom polish run out. Furthermore it gives you an important degree freedom of planning. For example what do you do if your girlfriend or slave is badly bruised and you available healing salve just doesn't cut it. Do you have to go to the school nurse to get her healed, answer questions you don't want to be asked and await hell to generally come down to you. No, not when there is everything available in the Ally from basic ingredients to the finished product.
In this case Harry had the latter in his bag. Since he didn't want to expose Hermione to his skills in potions he had gladly paid extra.
Hermione watched him closely as he returned to the bathroom with a vial in his hand and as he unceremoniously emptied it in the clear water which in return went obscure pale red. The emanating smell was a mixture of rotten eggs and aseptic. She eyes the water warily. Her skin began to tickle, went numb then felt like pins and needles.
"Master...?"
"Yes, Hermione?" It was the first time he had called her that since thy entered the room.
"It feels weird."
"I believe you." She would just have to trust him that the bath would exactly do to her what he intended.
She looked up at him and slowly relaxed."Thank you, Harry."
He sat down on the edge of the tub and watched her for a moment. "I don't like to hurt you like that very much..."
"I... I can do it, Harry. I want to carry your mark."
Harry looked down at her. After a moment he just nodded. "Then we will continue with the training.... Do you want to know what will happen and what will change when you take your second step in four days or do you want it to be a surprise?"
She thought for a moment. "Please tell me, Harry."
"Good, I want you to do this with your eyes open . I want you to know what you are giving up for me." He focused on her. "On Saturday you will give up your right of wealth. You will give up to me everything you own."
She looked down. "But I don't have anything ..."
"Don't worry about that, Hermione... What do I own that is really special? That is really worth anything to me. That is really irreplaceable? Last year I would have said two thing. My photo album and the cloak. Since I opened the Potter vault these two things are not longer the only photos or heirlooms in my possession. You could say they are no longer that special. Sometimes when I look at them I just see how much of the truth and of my family was kept from me, by whom and why. If you asked me now if I owned anything, anything that is of more worth than everything else, something when lost would be absolutely irrecoverable. I would say I have nothing..." Harry's eyes bore into hers. "I hope one day, if we work hard enough, Hermione, one day I will. It will be you."
Hermione didn't know what to say. If there was anything to express it even approximately right. She stared back into him. They would make this happen. "...I will"
The moment lasted until Harry focused again on the topic. Had his voice been passionate before, now it was serious again. "But taking the second step also means that you are no longer allowed to buy anything without my permission or order. When you receive gifts or letters you will give them to me and I will decide if you are allowed to use or read them. Do you understand that, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry, I do."
"The ceremony, as far will be more symbolic than your first step. Not as arousing... I suspect. When you are asked your intentions you will answer and than proceed to lay a few items before me. Not much more. From what I know the symbolism will not is not hard to figure out, but I let leave that to Padma and you when you tell her about that." She nodded. "The fact that it will a bit... dryer will be a good thing, I guess, because you are not supposed to make a sound during the ceremonies except for answering. Your moaning at your first step was ....tolerated because you were untrained at that time... You don't have that excuse anymore."
"I understand, Harry... the marking." she looked at him with widened eyes.
"Yes, you are to take it without making a sound... without a whimper..."
"...but you will train me so I will be able to?"
"Yes, I will, Hermione. The training after the second step has the main goal to let you achieve that and to design the mark. We will see in the training if you will be able to take a magical mark that way or just a normal branding."
Hermione felt her heart race at his words, she felt hot and her skin tingled. She was not sure anymore is that was only caused by the hot... whatever she was lying in. "Will you allow me to help in the design, Harry?"
He considered that for a moment. "Your Arithmancy is far better than mine. Designing the mark is basically the creation of a spell using runes. It would take me a lot of time to do it on my own. Of course you will be allowed to help. It would be stupid of me not to accept your help. And it would free time to other training. We will be in this room longer than we have been regularly before."
Hermione eyes were shining with eagerness now at that.
"We will start that next week, Hermione. Do you have any other questions?"
Hermione stopped herself from saying the first thing, then the second. She looked down in the pale red liquid."What am I lying in...? It feels strange."
"You will be in that for a little bit longer. It is a medical additive. Made for professional Quidditch players to be precise. Ron would be soo jealous if he knew..." Harry grinned. "Oh, while we are at it, completely different topic. Padma has asked me for permission to use your help testing a theory of hers sometime this week. I gave it to her."
"Oh... ok. Did... did she say what that would be about, Harry?" she asked anxiously. So much had happened, Hermione had almost forgotten Padma's rather special research.
Harry looked at her for a moment."Hermione, if Padma or Luna would be allowed to use you every other day, would you be so nervous?"
She had to think about that. "I think it is like with my clothes. ...if Luna or Padma used me so often, it would be like without my underwear in class. I like both. But you make sure both happen rarely enough that it is something special. I... I, ...when I am not wearing panties 'out there' I can think about nothing else almost all the time. I am anxious about it every morning I chose the cloth for you to inspect. ...Being naked underneath is not as embarrassing or humiliating as being used, but there is also a little bit of this ...sweet dread. And that is only there because of the uncertainty. 'What would you like me to wear today ?', 'Will Padma be doing her test today?' I like how it keeps me on my toes, Harry."
"How do think we can heighten the sensation for you, what would it make better?"
"I am not sure. Maybe we can just let it play out for while. I... maybe I am just afraid to lose Luna and Padma as friends. Would they still see me as a friend is they were using me so often. Would I see them not only as users after a while?"
Harry nodded."You are right. We have a good thing with these two Ravenclaws. It would be stupid to be greedy... We will see in time. I just wanted to make sure you are happy about the way you are being used, Hermione. Well, come on, time for you to get out of the tub..."
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 14 – A kind of test
Harry leaned against the headboard of the bed in the Head Girl room. They were in their past currently. On the Tuesday of their fourth week after the first step. In eight hours they would enter this room under the invisibility cloak and turn the time back for a full day. He had been extra careful that really nobody had entered the room for that time. Who ever it would have been, whatever the consequences, it would be more than unpleasant to deal with both. The room had become their sanctuary over the last weeks. In here they could be as they were. If he desired to completely dominate Hermione, he could do it without worry. In here Hermione did not have to worry about the responsibilities she had as Head Girl to the students or how open she was with what she wanted. In here she could just be his slave. The school with it's classes, teacher and houses seemed so far away sometimes, they hardly considered themselves at Hogwarts anymore... It was the first time he had used the time turner to the extend of a full day. There was a reason.
One of the goals Harry had set before taking the second step was to learn where each their limits were. She had said she was ready when Harry told her that they would learn that in this session. She told him she understood when he told her that regardless of what she would say or plead, the feeling of the safe word charm was the only thing he would be listening to. Hermione seemed eager to prove herself to both of them. It was a test of their training so far.
Eight hours ago they had started the pleasure/pain session. Hermione was naked and chained for half a day by that point, in different restrictions, different positions. The first four hours he persistently had denied her to climax. But other than in her very first training it had not been one long segment, but rather several shorter, so she had the chance to get her strength back. It would have been a long day after all. But even in those short pauses she had not been able to move freely at all. A small vibrator on a low setting never had left her and never let her cool down completely. She had yelled in frustration, had cried for pretty much the same reason. Every time he had felt the safe word approach or his own limit of holding back, he had inserted a short pause of an half hour, and it begun anew after that. They would not stop until they both had found the limit. Naturally the segments had become shorter and shorter. When he had felt the safe word almost instantly at the start of a new segment he had stopped. Hermione had been beyond exhaustion. Harry was relieved that that part had been over.
He had to feed her after that and had allowed her some real sleep for the second part. She had been chained on the floor for that, but it not mattered to her. Even there she had found enough rest to start over. They had learned that it was easier for Hermione to take the pain than the frustration. Easier when she was allowed to climax. Learning to hit her just right may have been one of the hardest lessons for Harry to learn in their training so far. Training her to take pain was anecessary part for the third step, not as enjoyable as seeing Hermione desperate to cum. He didn't consider himself a sadist. He didn't enjoy to see her suffer in pain alone. It was more important to apply the pain just right to allow Hermione to use it as... sustenance, as fire to feed the pleasure he was giving her along. And use the pleasure on the other hand to numb out the pain.
The session had seem to take forever. She had sobbed herself dry, had begged him to stop, pleaded. It took all both they had. Harry didn't know how long it actually was until he finally had gotten a solid feeling of the safe word. Until she finally didn't want to take anymore. His Hermione was nothing if not determined. He doubted he could have given more himself. He just wanted to sleep after that. When he chained her to the bedpost and was about to remove the cuffs holding her hands behind her back she just had said to please leave them. He hadn't thought she was still concious. He just had set an alarm and had lied back as she snuggled in his side.
When Harry awoke he only knew two things at first. That he was in the room and that Hermione was with him. Looking at the clockboard showed that they still had eight hours. All the time in the world. He scooped up to sit against the headboard. Hermione's head lie in his lap. He stroke it softly. He thought about their last sixteen hours. I was to see if they were ready to step up. To see if they were ready to increase the training. He had to wonder if they were. Was he ready to inflict enough pain on Hermione to take a branding?Maybe that was the only question. All the other training, the orgasm-denying, the trust, the humiliation, the control, over her and over himself he could step up. He would. It would to mean to fail her otherwise. But practically torturing the girl he was in love with? So he would mark her and take over the right of her body? He realised that that would be the price he had to pay. What he would have to do to earn it. And he would. Hermione did certainly deserve his best effort... His thoughts wandered toward the ceremony that would take place on Saturday, should he deem the training as sufficient.
He felt her had stirring and heard her small voice "Master... was I good enough?"
Harry looked down at her. And just kept watching her for a moment. "Give me a kiss."
Hermione awkwardly crawled up to him without the use of her arms. It was obviously that she was in discomfort, but the kiss they shared said nothing about pain
When Harry broke it he whispered back. "Yes, you are good enough.... How much does it hurt?"
She sagged into his shoulder. "Thank you, Master." She paused. "It hurts. My arms are numb. They sting, Master, and my breast, stomach and bum still burn. But it's good, Master. Don't concern yourself with it."
Sometimes it was hard for him to follow her logic. "And why should I not be concerned about it?"
"...because the more I hurt the more I could give... the more I could show you ...that I am ready, Master. Will you let me take the next step, Master? Please?"
"I will. You are aware that it will change the training? And that there will be changes in your daily life outside of this room?"
"Yes, Master. ...Can I ask about them?"
"We shall see. First, I am going to fix you up. You are a mess, my slave."
With that he proceeded to take off Hermione's cuffs, unlocked the chain from the bedpost and walked into the bathroom with her in tow. He cringed at the side of her. She had been bruised before during their training, of course, but by far never this bad. There was hardly a patch of skin between her knees and stomach, her breasts included, that was not coloured in deep red and blue. She had trouble walking but tried not to show it. He told her to lie down in the empty tub and linked the chain from her collar to a ring in the wall beside her head. The chain short enough that she would not be able to get out or too far under the water with her head. Then he opened the tab and let the water splash over her. While the bathtub filled, Harry went back to the main room to get his satchel.
The thing is, when you are in Diagon Ally on a daily basis things kind of change in perspective. As long as you make sure nobody recognizes you, which was the ground rule for Harry in those cases. However you don't have to worry about when the next Hogsmeat weekend is or who you can ask to send it to you should your supply on quills, favourite beverage or broom polish run out. Furthermore it gives you an important degree freedom of planning. For example what do you do if your girlfriend or slave is badly bruised and you available healing salve just doesn't cut it. Do you have to go to the school nurse to get her healed, answer questions you don't want to be asked and await hell to generally come down to you. No, not when there is everything available in the Ally from basic ingredients to the finished product.
In this case Harry had the latter in his bag. Since he didn't want to expose Hermione to his skills in potions he had gladly paid extra.
Hermione watched him closely as he returned to the bathroom with a vial in his hand and as he unceremoniously emptied it in the clear water which in return went obscure pale red. The emanating smell was a mixture of rotten eggs and aseptic. She eyes the water warily. Her skin began to tickle, went numb then felt like pins and needles.
"Master...?"
"Yes, Hermione?" It was the first time he had called her that since thy entered the room.
"It feels weird."
"I believe you." She would just have to trust him that the bath would exactly do to her what he intended.
She looked up at him and slowly relaxed."Thank you, Harry."
He sat down on the edge of the tub and watched her for a moment. "I don't like to hurt you like that very much..."
"I... I can do it, Harry. I want to carry your mark."
Harry looked down at her. After a moment he just nodded. "Then we will continue with the training.... Do you want to know what will happen and what will change when you take your second step in four days or do you want it to be a surprise?"
She thought for a moment. "Please tell me, Harry."
"Good, I want you to do this with your eyes open . I want you to know what you are giving up for me." He focused on her. "On Saturday you will give up your right of wealth. You will give up to me everything you own."
She looked down. "But I don't have anything ..."
"Don't worry about that, Hermione... What do I own that is really special? That is really worth anything to me. That is really irreplaceable? Last year I would have said two thing. My photo album and the cloak. Since I opened the Potter vault these two things are not longer the only photos or heirlooms in my possession. You could say they are no longer that special. Sometimes when I look at them I just see how much of the truth and of my family was kept from me, by whom and why. If you asked me now if I owned anything, anything that is of more worth than everything else, something when lost would be absolutely irrecoverable. I would say I have nothing..." Harry's eyes bore into hers. "I hope one day, if we work hard enough, Hermione, one day I will. It will be you."
Hermione didn't know what to say. If there was anything to express it even approximately right. She stared back into him. They would make this happen. "...I will"
The moment lasted until Harry focused again on the topic. Had his voice been passionate before, now it was serious again. "But taking the second step also means that you are no longer allowed to buy anything without my permission or order. When you receive gifts or letters you will give them to me and I will decide if you are allowed to use or read them. Do you understand that, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry, I do."
"The ceremony, as far will be more symbolic than your first step. Not as arousing... I suspect. When you are asked your intentions you will answer and than proceed to lay a few items before me. Not much more. From what I know the symbolism will not is not hard to figure out, but I let leave that to Padma and you when you tell her about that." She nodded. "The fact that it will a bit... dryer will be a good thing, I guess, because you are not supposed to make a sound during the ceremonies except for answering. Your moaning at your first step was ....tolerated because you were untrained at that time... You don't have that excuse anymore."
"I understand, Harry... the marking." she looked at him with widened eyes.
"Yes, you are to take it without making a sound... without a whimper..."
"...but you will train me so I will be able to?"
"Yes, I will, Hermione. The training after the second step has the main goal to let you achieve that and to design the mark. We will see in the training if you will be able to take a magical mark that way or just a normal branding."
Hermione felt her heart race at his words, she felt hot and her skin tingled. She was not sure anymore is that was only caused by the hot... whatever she was lying in. "Will you allow me to help in the design, Harry?"
He considered that for a moment. "Your Arithmancy is far better than mine. Designing the mark is basically the creation of a spell using runes. It would take me a lot of time to do it on my own. Of course you will be allowed to help. It would be stupid of me not to accept your help. And it would free time to other training. We will be in this room longer than we have been regularly before."
Hermione eyes were shining with eagerness now at that.
"We will start that next week, Hermione. Do you have any other questions?"
Hermione stopped herself from saying the first thing, then the second. She looked down in the pale red liquid."What am I lying in...? It feels strange."
"You will be in that for a little bit longer. It is a medical additive. Made for professional Quidditch players to be precise. Ron would be soo jealous if he knew..." Harry grinned. "Oh, while we are at it, completely different topic. Padma has asked me for permission to use your help testing a theory of hers sometime this week. I gave it to her."
"Oh... ok. Did... did she say what that would be about, Harry?" she asked anxiously. So much had happened, Hermione had almost forgotten Padma's rather special research.
Harry looked at her for a moment."Hermione, if Padma or Luna would be allowed to use you every other day, would you be so nervous?"
She had to think about that. "I think it is like with my clothes. ...if Luna or Padma used me so often, it would be like without my underwear in class. I like both. But you make sure both happen rarely enough that it is something special. I... I, ...when I am not wearing panties 'out there' I can think about nothing else almost all the time. I am anxious about it every morning I chose the cloth for you to inspect. ...Being naked underneath is not as embarrassing or humiliating as being used, but there is also a little bit of this ...sweet dread. And that is only there because of the uncertainty. 'What would you like me to wear today ?', 'Will Padma be doing her test today?' I like how it keeps me on my toes, Harry."
"How do think we can heighten the sensation for you, what would it make better?"
"I am not sure. Maybe we can just let it play out for while. I... maybe I am just afraid to lose Luna and Padma as friends. Would they still see me as a friend is they were using me so often. Would I see them not only as users after a while?"
Harry nodded."You are right. We have a good thing with these two Ravenclaws. It would be stupid to be greedy... We will see in time. I just wanted to make sure you are happy about the way you are being used, Hermione. Well, come on, time for you to get out of the tub..."
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