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Another different way of looking at things

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A/N: I don't like the beginning of this chapter. I wanted to write it differently. But most times I fail to write what I want. I rather just start writing and have fun doing it. This chapter is a good example what that could mean. Some passages are too short, others are way too long. But I rather have fun writing than getting frustrated with a chapter and dump the story in the end. Hope it is not too hard on your eyes...

Oh, this is a shopping chapter. Be warned. After having read far too many shopping chapters in standard post-OotP Indy!Harry stories where he buys a whole lot of useless stuff he never uses, I finally bring out my own one. Ha!

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So, here it goes...

Chapter 16 – A day in London





Hermione was again in the changing room deep in the bowels of Gringotts. It was Saturday, around one in the afternoon.

They had an early lunch and had left the rather quiet school via the secret passage to Hogsmeat. They didn't actually have to exit at the other side through the store. Since Harry was keyed into the gates he could feel them passing through the wards and apparated them both straight from the tunnel into the bank. Hermione had been much calmer this time around and had taken the opportunity to take a closer look at her surroundings. The guards seemed a lot less threatening when she was not as nervous.

As anxious as she had been for her first step as content was she this time. The second step in her enslavement was more symbolic than any of the others. Harry had told her in general term what was going to happen. She had entered the goblins office dressed in her normal school uniform. The white blouse, black skirt and school robes she was wearing in increasing sizes since she was eleven had been the representation of her regular clothing. A small bag with her money had hung from the belt of her skirt symbolizing her wealth. In her left hand she had been holding her copy of 'Hogwarts – a history'. It was probably the item with the most sentimental value she had with her at school. In her right she was holding a simple sheathed knife. Hermione still wasn't sure what that stood for. Maybe Padma could confirm her theory that the knife symbolized her items of necessity, the ability to defend and feed herself, while the book stood for items of luxury.

Once the ceremony started she again had to confirm her name and intentions to take the second step. While Harry had stood before her, again dressed in his family robes, she had been told to lay first the items, followed by the money and finally her clothing to his feet. It had not been as arousing as before to be standing naked in front of Harry and that goblin. But she had been happy to do it. She had known she wanted to depend on Harry. Emotionally she had been dependant for along time. And now she was in a material sense as well. It had been an easy step to take for her. The next one would be far more demanding.

The ceremony had been not very long or debauched. Over all it was just a symbolic act for the changes her life was going through. Hermione had to admit that it was not as exciting as her first step. Walking naked afterwards through the corridors of Gringotts however had gotten to her, and when Harry led her back into the changing room she was everything but bored. Harry had drawn her into a kiss again. Had the last one in this room been furious with lust, this kiss was slower, more lovingly. Harry broke it first and looked intently down at her.

"So, what am I going to do to you now, my slave? Now that you don't own a stitch of clothing?"

Hermione answered his teasing tone with a smile. "Why would I need to own clothes, Master, when I have you?"

"And here I was worried for a moment today's visit would not be exciting enough for you, Hermione."

"No, I am happy. I am glad you allowed me to be here."

Harry kept watching her for a moment. "Good. I have to fetch some things in the Alley... and there is another store I am curious about. Hmm..." He paused. "Have you been in muggle London often?"

"Occasionally. Sometimes when my parents pick me up from the express we spend a few hours here."

Harry was thoughtful again. "I wonder if it would be appropriate or cruel to take you shopping on the day you gave up the rights to buy or own anything... Well, just because something I buy for you wouldn't be yours doesn't mean I won't allow you to wear or use it." He laid his satchel on one of the benches and opened it. "Come on, time to get dressed."

Harry handed her a black blouse and deep red knee-length skirt together with a set of underwear and shoes. He changed into a plain set of robes himself and laid a similar one out for her to complete her attire. Finally Harry gave her back her wand and led her out of the room. Instead of turning toward the room with the metal ring to apparate back to Hogwarts he stopped just outside and addressed the guards standing there.

"We are going to disguise ourself by means of a potion and leave this house directly. I know you don't appreciate the use of polyjuice, guard of the gold, feel free to escort us out." Harry's tone was full of confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing. The guard didn't reply but eyed the two vials Harry fished out of his bag with mistrust. One of the vials had a red stopper, the other blue. He handed Hermione the red one and emptied without further ado the blue stoppered vial while checking his watch.

Hermione recognized the potion, of course she did. It was part of the NEWT course. The taste was as awful as in second year. She hoped she would at least not turn into a half-cat this time. The changes she felt were not particularly painful. I didn't feel like she was growing or changing in any major way. Her body was tingling. She saw her skin darken a little bit, her hair was black and free of any curls by now . When she felt her face, her new nose and cheekbones felt unfamiliar. Looking over to Harry she saw his figure hadn't changed either. He was blond now and Hermione didn't recognize his face. And he looked older, maybe thirty. His voice sounded different, too.

"Alright?" He asked while pulling his hair into a tail.

"Yes." She didn't like the sound of her new voice.

Harry told her to follow and led her towards the lobby and out of the bank. One of the goblins followed them until they entered the more public area of the bank. The first stop was at the apothecary where Harry bought a sizeable amount of potions and salves to treat bruises, burns and even broken bones. Hermione noticed that the clerk seemed to recognize Harry's new face. And since they even got a discount she realised Harry must have bought most of the potions and salves they used in their training like this. She stood silent all the while at his side, reading through the price list on the counter. Hermione remembered from previous years that the salesman was not a very nice person. Now however the same man was more than friendly toward Mr. Fergussen, which was apparently the name of Harry's new face. It seemed to be helping that Mr. Fergussen was not a student buying his potion supplies but a customer leaving good and much money behind.

Back on the street Harry checked his watch again. "We are a bit behind in the time. Let's get to Flourish & Blotts and then out of this Alley."

"Have you done this every day when you were leaving school, Mr. Fergussen?"

A smile crept on Harry's otherwise serious face. "Oh, you can call me Sven. You are my wife after all, Liz. And no, not every day. Maybe two times a week."

"It doesn't sound like you had really fun shopping, my husband..."

"Oh, it can be. There are a lot of things you can't get in Diagon Alley... or Knockturn Alley for that matter. The fun part is getting those. Imagine asking Mr. Blotts for books he doesn't have. The package that I hope had arrived by now is a good example. But shopping is not arelaxing affair for Mr. Fergussen. He always has to watch what he says, how he says it and how much time he has left."

"Oh... can I ask what is in the package? It sounds like rather rare books..." The prospect of that lit up her eyes.

Harry chuckled. "There are not many books even describing magical marks available. Even in the Black library were only two. I skimmed through them and they were not very detailed about the creation of such a mark. The books I hope to get today are from Greek and Hungary. I expect them to be more specific."

"Greek?Hungary? I doubt they will be in english, Harry..." The flicker in her eyes vanished at the thought of not being able to read them.

"Oh, that's where the magic comes in, I guess." Harry answered cheekily and entered the bookstore although his face became very serious again. He walked straight to the counter while Hermione waited in the middle of the store between the rows of shelves. All filled with books. It was hard to resist her impulse to dive into a buying spree. She had never left this shop without at least half a dozen new books to add to her collection. Now she couldn't buy a single one. She mused that buying books was probably the one thing she would miss most. But she didn't even now regret her decision.

Harry watched her from the empty counter as she wandered over to him. It was not hard for him to guess what went on in her head. It was now in his control what Hermione would buy for him and what of those thing she would be allowed to use. It doesn't sound like much when you are in a school, far away from any opportunity to purchase anything, but right here in a bookstore Harry knew his slave felt the full meaning of the step she just took an hour ago. They both felt it. Guessing from the way she looked at him the feeling of his power over her must have shown in his eyes.

"Pick one book, Liz. The one you want the most. Be quick about it." Harry's quiet but commanding tone left no room for interpretations. Hermione's eyes went wide, then rushed further inside the shop.

It was not an easy decision for Hermione. How could it have been. There was no time to check the books in the shop for what would be a interesting or even relaxing read. Many of the new editions would soon be in the Hogwarts library. She could read them there. Many were good candidates to be the one book she would choose but just not good enough. Books she intended to read one day. She could choose one of those. The would do fine. But Harry wanted her to pick the book she wanted most, not just an ok-choice. Hermione stopped flipping through the covers and thought for a moment. The book I want to read the most. She couldn't resist letting her thoughts wander to a book that has been in this shop for as long as she knew. It was not in the shelves but behind the counter. Hermione remembered the first time she saw it. She didn't know a thing about magic back then but she knew she wanted to read that book one day. She had stared at it like young boys stare at the newest firebolt these days. Just in awe. It was the biggest book she had ever seen. The cover was certainly four by three feet tall. It contained over two and a half thousand pages, as she had later found out. Every time she had been in this store she couldn't help to look at it with longing when she paid for the books she could actually afford. Longing no longer only for the size but because she had a vague idea of the content. If she had to choose one last book she could read before dying this would be it. Krenniger's The Essence of Magic, original version from 1256. It was priceless.

Actually it wasn't. As the plate below the book stated, the price was on request. The summer before her third year she had dared to ask. Maybe if she put all her wishes for birthdays and Christmas presents together, maybe over years combined, she reasoned, it would be enough. Mr. Blotts had looked down at her with a sad smile. The question hadn't been new for him. She wasn't the only book obsessed child asking the price of the holy grail. It probably wasn't the first time he answered that, if she did well in school, got wellpaid work afterwards and saved for some years she might be able to afford it, either. But the more unreachable the book became the more she wanted to read it.

The question was now however, could she really ask Harry, who already did everything he could to make her biggest dream come true, to fulfil that one, too? How ungrateful would that be?

Harry had to say he was surprised when Hermione came back empty handed. The package had arrived and a price was agreed upon. He was just checking the content, to make sure that those were the actual books he ordered. But he stopped that. The look in Hermione's eyes was sad, doubtful and resigned.

"There's not one book here you'd like to read?"

Hermione looked down.

"Is it so hard to decide?" Harry hadn't thought it would be so difficult for her. He didn't like that look in her eyes.

She looked up at him again. "No, it isn't."

Harry was getting confused and maybe a little impatient. Their polyjuice time was running out. He liked being confused even less. He took control over the situation. Over her. The tone of his voice made that clear. "Which one?"

Hermione looked pained over the counter and pointed at the massive tome, whispering "The Essence of Magic"...

He followed her finger toward probably one of the larger books he had ever seen. From Mr. Blotts wide eyes and Hermione's attitude he guessed it was a big thing. Harry took another look at Hermione then turned to the co-owner. "How much?"

Mr. Blotts eyes shot between the tome and Harry determined face. "Oh, you see Mr. Fergussen, well, that book is not actually for real sale, you see, we have it on display. It is the only copy left for sale, you see? All other four are in private possession..."

Harry was getting really impatient. "I says 'price on request'. How much?"

Mr. Blotts had stopped his rambling. "Twenty-five thousand..."

Harry just stared at him. You could build a small house with that money. But he didn't need a small house and had the money. He narrowed his eyes. "Very well. Then it's twenty- seven all together." And began to pile goldbags on the counter.

The thing is... when you have a bottomless satchel, you tend to put everything in it you need. Naturally. After doing that for a while you tend to overdo it a bit and put things in there you just might need. For example Harry always carried a spare set of clothes around with him. Some food, too. Just in case. And also an emergency stash of goldbags. In his previous years he had normally some sickles and sometimes the spare galleon in his pocket. He had sometimes wondered how wizards paid for the really expensive things in life without using a barrow. It didn't seem right that people who still thought that a torch was a pretty nifty thing would come up with something like a magical credit card system. This summer his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had actually asked the goblins. The answer was in the Gringotts goldbags. You could have them from the value of one hundred galleons to one hundred thousand galleons. They only cost a small extra fee for manufacture and were actually bags or more so sacks with exactly that amount of money shrunken down, reduced in weight, sealed and plumbed. If you broke the seal or cut the goldbag open the enchantments would fail and you had, for example, a thousand galleons right there. Gringotts goldbags were as good as real money because they were real money. Small as a pouch, not even a quarter pound in weight. The goblins were even nice enough to give the warning not to open the hundred thousand galleons bags inside small rooms... Anyway, the day Harry heard about them he decided that thirty thousand in goldbags and a third of that in muggle money would be something worth joining his emergency satchel collection. And now it came in handy.

In hindsight Harry was just happy that the shop was empty. He didn't say a word while he watched the equally silent Mr. Blotts wrap the book in protective paper and hand it over. It was a tight fit to get the book into the satchel. Once inside it's weight or size didn't matter anymore. A bottomless satchel was a strange thing. But as long as he really didn't have to find out how they worked he felt content to let magic just be magic and worry about other things.

Hermione hadn't said one thing since they left the bookstore. She was silent as they walked down the Alley toward the Leaky Cauldron. She stayed that way when they entered the bar, took off their robes and Harry bid Tom a nice day upon exiting it. She hadn't looked him in the face once, not even when they entered a shady alley two streets down the road to wait for the polyjuice to wear off. Harry didn't seem to mind. He led her further into the city until they entered a café. Their two cups of tea had arrived when he broke the silence. She was still looking down.

"So, Hermione, why do you think I shouldn't have bought it?" He sounded curious. "Do you think it is not worth so much?"

Her voice was still a little sad for some reason. "It is worth every knut of it, Harry. 'The Essence of Magic' is priceless..."

"Do you think I should not have spend one hundred twenty-five thousand pounds on a book just because you wanted to read it? Do you think you are not worth having that book?" He watched her reaction intently. Hermione sagged a little lower. "You know that you will never own that book, Hermione."

She looked up.

"You picked it because you wanted to read this book. As long as you promise not to rip out any pages when I allow you to read it, all will be fine. Maybe I'll read it, too. And after we learned everything that book has to offer, it will either end up in the Potter library or I will sell it again for maybe even more money. So tell me, Hermione, why should I not have bought it?"

She looked down again, inhaled the steam rising from her tea and shook herself out of her thoughts. "I... I didn't expect you to actually buy it. I know, I should be jumping on the table in joy. I don't know, you just said to pick out the book I wanted to read most... Of course I have a list of books for that. Normal ones. 'The Essence' was always just... I can't just believe I may be reading it soon. I am stunned, I guess." She looked up at him, this time with a smile. "You know Padma is going to throw a fit when she hears you bought it, right? ...I can't wait to see that." She paused. "I guess I feel guilty for being able to read 'the Essence' without having worked hard saving money to afford it. It feels like I don't deserve it."

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Who said you don't have to work hard to be allowed to read it?"

She saw the meaning in his words after a moment and it cheered her up. "Thank you, Harry." She was going to earn it.

He looked straight at her. "Only the best for you, Hermione. I told you that before..." And added in a slightly amused tone. "As for Padma... I want to wait telling anyone about that book. It wouldn't surprise me if the sold copy would be the biggest talk in the Ravenclaw tower next week. But I hope this doesn't make the big news. Mr. Fergussen would like to be able to visit the Alley again without being asked too many questions."

"Would it be hard to replace him?"

"No, it is just tedious to wait around hairdressing shops for summoning the hair of someone my size to use in a new batch of potion. And of course it would be a shame for the connections Mr. Fergussen made. But well, we will see..."

"Oh..." Hermione was on one side about to worry what consequences her choice of book could have, but the way Harry had the situation under control, and would keep it under control, would keep her under control, relaxed her. However she had to giggle a little at another thought. "You snatched people's hair at the hairdresser's?"

"It seems fairly easy, doesn't it? I mean as long as you don't mix up the hair, it is way more inconspicuous than walking the streets with a pair of scissors or firing small cutting courses at people head's. Or breaking into their homes to cut their hair while they sleep. That's not polite... Of course, you could just walk up to someone who fits and ask him 'Hello, can I buy a streak of your hair? I want to use it in a magic potion.'..."

Hermione had to keep in her laughter.

"It's easy to make small thing way too complicated. ...Anyway. We should get going. There is that one shop I wanted to check out and after that I thought about dinner. Let's go italian."

Harry had called a cab shortly thereafter.





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Hermione was having a good day so far. Of course she had, how could a day with Harry, her Master, ever be boring? She had been happy and content after the ceremony. She had been intrigued by the persona of Mr. Fergussen and how Harry handled the business trade in the Alley. She had often wondered what he was doing all those hours when he was leaving school. The 'family business' was still a big mystery to her, but she had a better idea about the 'extra' errands now. And then of course there was what had happened in "Flourish & Blotts" ... She was still a little shocked about that.

But over all she was content and happy sitting in the cab. Excited to accompany Harry through London. She was not just tagging along. She felt Harry's full attention on her whenever he was not talking to someone else. And even then his commanding appearance was just ...irresistible. She loved the way he was leading her.

The cabdriver seemed to have had a long night because he was not chatting away anymore. His attempts to make conversation stopped rather quickly. Hermione was glad that he could focus the rest of his awareness on the road. She was looking out of the windows, too, wondering how the muggle world could be so different. They were the same kind of people, after all. With all their dreams and fears and hopes and problems. Jobs and families. Worrying about the money or enjoying a day in the park. She wondered how the muggle world could change so fast. How the popularity of computer alone could change so much in the social structures. Or those mobile phones. All the while the magical world practically stood still. Every now and then came agoblin rebellion or a dark lord along, but once those were overcome it all went back to the way it was. Hermione mused that maybe while the magical world changed too little, the muggle one does it too much. Like order and chaos. Maybe one day there could be found something in between...

Harry had leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Have you ever wondered why the ring on your collar is invisible, my slut?"

Hermione's head shot around fast enough, she almost hit him in the head. But inside her head it was still spinning faster. Her thoughts were so far away pondering over society. They were nowhere near a school in Scotland. Or even Scotland, Or the magical world. They were so far away from everything she had almost forgotten who she was. In a rush his single last word reminded her. Her eyes went wide.

"So that ...not ... not everybody sees that I am your slave, Master." she whispered back after finding her voice.

"That is right, my slut, in Hogwarts I don't want that. But here it is not so much of a worry to me." He held a band of thin white cloth in his hands. It was shiny like silk. Harry got a hold of the collarring to slowly and carefully wrap the band around the metal until the ring was not only visible but stood out brightly against her black blouse. Hermione couldn't see it, but the textile covered the ring completely without any signs of a seam or knot.

Harry gave her a short kiss. "You are not worried everyone will know that it is a slave's collar now, are you?" He recognised her deeper breathing and how she shifted her thighs.

"No, Master... I am lucky to be your slave." But she couldn't hide how nervous she was.

It was not long before they reached their destination. The driver just grunted his thanks when Harry passed him a banknote telling him to keep the change. Harry guessed that the poor guy would be either in his own or in a hospital bed pretty soon. He looked over to his slave after the cab left. She was nervous but clearly getting excited. "So, here we are..."

They stood in front of a relatively nondescript store. One amongst many in this street. There was a bank on the other side of the street. A financial advisor beside that. A big general store for all kinds of electronics. A food market. All pretty ordinary, if Harry had to guess. He had been looking for a sex shop that was ... a little higher classed, without hookers or rather shady characters standing around it. Or a porn cinema next door. So far he was very satisfied. It's name was All you need between the sheet. There wasn't much to see in the windows. It seemed that the owner felt it was unnecessary to show much of their products to people who were just getting their groceries.

Without further ado Harry led her inside and took another look around. Last week he checked out another sex shop, his first actually, and after taking one look at the rather unsorted rows of cheap dildos and videos, the bored man behind the counter reading a newspaper and the filthy floor he had decided to find a better one. So far "All you need..." made a good impression. It was spacious inside. Instead of trying to impress a customer with how many different sex toys they had, the shop seemed to put more weight on the quality aspects of the business. There were only single items on display in the toy section, the video section was rather small, but Harry was fine with that. From what he could see clothes could be found in the back of the shop.

Half a year ago Harry would have been Mr. Tomatohead from what he saw. If he had just an eye for what this shop was selling he maybe still would. He had learned however that if he cared for the quality at all, it was important how somebody was selling his goods. That the person who sold him something cared as much for the product as he did for Harry's money. It didn't matter if it were rather disgusting potion products or, like in this case, rather kinky things. The accessing look on his face was the same one he had as Mr. Fergussen when his gaze wandered slowly around the room until it finally fell on the counter and the two people behind it. A middle aged man and a woman of probably similar age. His rather calculating look and behaviour seemed to be the reason they smiled at him right now instead of requesting an identification from a blushing kid. Sometime he forgot that he wasn't eighteen yet. This shop will do.

Harry walked over to the counter with his slave at his side, slightly behind him. She was developing a nice blush. Harry general approach in such matters was still 'polite but direct'. That didn't change since the Grangers, and since it worked so well then, he didn't see aproblem with it now. He had to ask himself however how direct he could be in a setting like this. He didn't want to shock anyone, if that would be even possible, but it would absolutely not do to appear even slightly nervous or insecure. He was in control. Over Hermione and over the any conversation, too. With the feeling of control came the confidence. The look in his eyes and his voice left no doubt about that.

"Good day"

"And a good day to you too, sir. What can we do for you?" The man's voice, or more so Peter's voice, as his nameplate stated, was a little too soft for Harry's taste. The woman was looking like she was still trying to gauge his age.

"I intend to expand the wardrobe of my ...girlfriend. I hope you have something I like in your shop. Also, her anal training is starting next week and I would appreciate your help in finding the right tools for that."

Hermione was blushing hard by now. She was looking at the floor but she felt all eyes on her. Of course she was embarrassed and she felt how wet that made her. She felt Harry's control in his commanding voice. She felt proud, happy that she had such a strong Master. Hermione raised her eyes. She was not ashamed to be his slave. It was what she always wanted. But she couldn't keep the blood out of her face... or the moisture out of her panties.

"Of course, I am sure we will be able to help you with both." Peter replied. His colleague Susan, hadn't looked away from Hermione.

Harry turned to Hermione and placed a hand on her cheek. His voice was softer now, but it was still full of confidence. "Slut, go and take a look around. Find something I want you to wear under your daily clothing." She loved it when he looked at her like that.

"Yes, Master." It was the first time he had called her slut in front of a stranger. She turned to the shelves and rows displaying dildos, vibrators and other toys she had never seen before. She passed through them, since she was heading toward the clothings in the back of the shop. However she couldn't help imagining. Some of these she might soon have in her.

Hermione had to admit to herself that she was a bit overwhelmed by the collection. There were entire stands dedicated to underwear in different sizes, colours, materials. Panties, bras, corsets, camisoles, you-name-it...The thought of wearing almost any of it in class sent a pulse to her pussy. But what would Harry like her to wear. Until now, the choice was mainly between her cotton undies or none at all.

"Can I help you in your selection, Miss?" She hadn't noticed the woman, Susan, approach.

"Yes, thank you." Hermione didn't know what to select. She needed the help.

"So, what do you think your Master would like you to wear?"

Hermione was speechless for a moment how casual Susan had said that. "I am not sure yet. ...you don't mind that I want to be a slave?"

Susan looked at her for a moment. "I have to say, you look a bit young, and so does your Master. You look however old enough to wear something sexy... And you are not the first slave I have seen. Not by far."

"Thanks..."

"Not a problem." The saleswoman seemed to consider her next words carefully. "Excuse me for asking, but should I limit my recommendations to more... affordable items? Is there a financial limit you'd like to keep?"

Hermione looked at her. It occurred to her that Susan's normal customers might be quiet well off. She didn't know if Harry and herself were only here to buy a cheap pair of kinky panties, which put them probably in the wrong store, or if they were real customers. Hermione looked back over to Harry. He was on the telephone while writing in a little black book. He was the definition of determination and concentration. It was hard to turn her eyes away from him and to look at Susan. If Harry was not the real deal... there was no deal. She tried to sound as serious as possible when she addressed the older woman.

"Susan... In the last shop we were today Master spent about one hundred forty thousand pounds. If I were you, I would close the shop while we are here. Because there is no limit. Only the one he sets."

The woman looked at her, trying to sniff out a bluff. After failing at that she also looked back to Harry for a moment. After that she excused herself quickly and rushed of to her colleague. When Hermione looked half a minute later, she saw that Harry was offered a cup of tea. Her giggle turned into a frown when she looked back to the rack of underwear.

In the end she decided to choose a little from everything. She had chosen ten silk sets, mostly in red and black, from normally cut to rather kinky thongs. One was even crotchless. She was just about to decide what other material Harry would like when she heard him behind her.

"Is possible that someone told a story about what happened in a certain bookstore not long ago? Because there I was, just making a few calls, and all of a sudden the shop closes and I have a cup of tea in my hand... and everybody is very, very friendly." He sounded amused, casual even, but Harry's dominating personality was in full bloom. Susan stood beside him, blushing.

Hermione looked down. "I am sorry, Master. I was asked if there was a limit about how much we could spend. I said there is only a limit if you set one, Master."

His eyes narrowed, he then tilted his head shortly and relaxed a little. "So, do you have trouble making a choice again, my slut? Or do you think silk is all I like?"

It was hard for Hermione to not just kneel at his feet and submit completely to his mere presence when Harry was like this. "I was not sure, Master, if ... what you would like me to wear. I am sorry, Master."

He looked at her for a moment. "Then you should try on a piece and let me judge how I like it." He turned to Susan. "Or is that a problem?" It was not a question, he was daring her to disagree.

She had seen quiet a few dominating personalities in her time at "All you need...". She thought herself immune after a time. But what she saw in those green eyes let her forget that she could make abig sale. She forgot her immunity. She forgot the store policy of 'What you try you buy'. "No... of course not."

"It would be very nice if you would help my slave in making her choices, Susan."

"Of course, sir." She rushed over to the rack to pick something out.

He focused on Hermione again, she could just stare back into his eyes in return. "Take off your clothes, my slut. Show me what I might like you to wear."

Hermione didn't hesitate to unbutton her blouse. She knew she was dripping wet. But this was not so much from embarrassment but from the sheer control she felt under. Harry had never dominated her as freely as this while others were around. The public setting made her even hotter. After she freed her breast from the bra her nipples stood even straighter in the cold air. Her breathing became faster when her skirt fell to the floor followed by her white knickers. Finally her shaved pussy was glistening for everyone to see.

Hermione hesitated for a moment. Any pair she would try on would be thoroughly soaked in her juices. It was a kinky thought... to mark maybe dozens of panties in a shop like this. Susan took her pause for a sign of indecision, picked out a silk thong and crouched down to help Hermione step into it. The face of the older woman was just inches away from her wetness. She would be clearly able to smell her. Was the previous thought only making Hermione hot, the new realisation let her knees tremble. Susan was about as old as her mother!

The silk felt great on her. Not only on her pussy, but describing the sensation of the textile rubbing against her hard nibbles just needed words she was not capable of at the moment. After dressing in a new set Hermione paraded a little in front of Harry so he could judge if he liked what he saw. Each time he touched her to feel the material for himself. Sometimes he fondled her breast a little. Other times her ass. Wearing the crotchless pair earned her even a quick fingering. She was moaning freely at that. When Susan pulled down the last pair Harry decided he would buy that one, too

She was flowing freely by now. Harry had told the saleswoman to try a different material. Hermione had never felt latex or leather on her like this. The latex was constricting, in a very good way. She felt her juices and sweat clearly. And Harry's hands when he was touching her. She felt herself getting dangerously close while Harry was rubbing her pussy through that strange material. She tried to grind her hips in his hand, but Harry stopped too soon and told her to try the next one. Her silent frustration vanished soon when she saw that the next pair actually had a dildo attached to the crotch. Hermione was holding herself steady at a rack when Susan slowly pulled that pair up her legs. The older woman even set the dildo to her entrance and pushed it a bit in. Hermione pushed back. She was so hot. She didn't care that she was in a store in the middle of London or that she was actually just trying on underwear. It felt so good to slowly being filled. She tried to fuck herself while Susan slowly but surely pulled the panties up. Hermione was about to ask for permission to cum by the time she was completely filled. Her moaning resounded throughout the entire shop.

"Come here, my slut."

She took a few deep breath before she expected herself to be able to walk. Harry was sitting in a chair a few meters away, but even those few steps were heavenly. He held her by the hip and guided her down to sit on his knee. His hands were slowly moving her hips while his knee pushed the dildo even further in. She arched her back and groaned. Her breathing was quick and shallow. She had to ask.

"Master, please... may I cum? I... Master, please."

His voice was hard. "Look at me!" Her head snapped down. His eyes bore into hers. She got totally lost in the green deep.

"You will not cum, slut. I trained you for this. Show me what you have learned."

It was so unbelievable hard for her to just hang over the edge of the abyss. Just seconds from falling into the bliss. But she managed to hold herself back. She even brought a strained "Yes, Master." forth. Harry kept slowly fucking her with his hands and knee, holding her close to her release. But careful to never stimulate her enough. When he was certain that she had gotten a little hold of herself he spoke again.

"You like this pair, don't you?"

Hermione still saw nothing but his eyes. Her voice was a bit more steady. "Yes, Master."

"So do I. There is another pair. That one has two dildos attached." Her breath hitches. "Do you think those will be a part of your training?"

She groaned again but forced her breathing deeper. "Can they, Master?"

"If you stand up right now and take off the pair you are wearing I will buy them for you to wear someday." He let go of her hips.

Hermione would have loved to rock herself freely on his knee. But she knew Harry would not let her cum. She slowly stopped and stood up. It took her some time to even out her breathing again. She was covered in sweat. Deliberately she picked the top of the latex panties and rolled it down. When the base of the dildo was visible, still deep inside her Hermione began to pull them down her legs. A moan and aplop later the pair was lying at her feet.

When she calmed down enough to be aware of her surroundings again, Susan was already at her side. The saleswoman apparently had enough experience to fall back into a professional sales speech when she presented a starting set of buttplugs. The smallest not much thicker than a finger while the biggest was quiet... monstrous. Certainly bigger than his fist. Hermione eyes nearly popped out when she saw it, but she stayed silent. Harry took the smallest one out of the box and eyed it for a moment.

"I guess it is time for a start....." He turned to his slave. "Bend over the chair, my slut, and spread your ass." This time she didn't hesitate and positioned herself as ordered. Susan offered him some lubricant and not two minutes later Hermione had the constant feeling like somebody had stuck a finger in her ass.

When he was done he took a quick look at his watch and frowned. "Since the plug will stay there until we are back home you can add the set to the list. I am afraid however we have to leave soon...." Harry focused on Hermione. "Slut, take your cloth and clean up in the bathroom." He pointed to a door further into the shop.

With a quick "Yes, Master." she took her clothes and left. He watched her leave and saw the base of the small plug wiggle in her behind.

"I hope your list is long enough to justify your leniency with us today, Susan." Harry looked over the rows absentmindedly.

The saleswoman had begun to fold the pile of underwear that Harry intended to buy. "It is not a problem, sir." According to the sound of her voice is was more than enough.

They were silent for a moment. Harry had a pretty good idea what most of the toys were intended to be and how they were to be used... in general terms. That was until he saw something... bizarre. It looked a little like the mimbletonia Neville once had, would the plant be slick and in pain. Maybe it resembled more a sausage that someone quiet strong had crushed at one point so that it expanded at others. The form was just... unshapely... if that was a good enough word to describe it. At the more pointy end two thick plastic strings extended right-angled. "... what the hell?" He was rather quiet in his exclamation but Susan had heard it nontheless.

"Sir?"

He had walked over to it. "I was just wondering what this is, Susan."

"Oh, that a rather new product. A g-spot massager. There are other models that can be worn by men to stimulate the prostate. It is formed for optimal effect."

"You have first hand experience?"

She smiled at that. "Yes, I have. But I don't wear it while at work. It is too... efficient for that."

He smiled back. "On the list it goes then."

"Of course, sir."





By the time Hermione returned dressed and refreshed thanks to a few quick charms, their purchases were bagged and paid for. Harry wanted to wait to store it all in his satchel until they were in their next cab and on their way. Furthermore he found another item and he was pondering if he should or could actually pull something off he wanted to do for a some time now. He was sure Hermione wouldn't mind. Peter and Susan were quiet happy to assure him they would be glad to offer him a repeat of his shopping experience any time he wanted. He didn't need to see the bill to understand why.

One could argue that it was pretty stupid to waste money in such an amount on things a wizard could transfigure or conjure. Which was in theory true. Yeah, Theory... Laws of transfiguration and all. There were two major laws for this case. Number one: What is conjured will vanish. What is transfigured will change back. If you put all your mojo into the conjuration the object will stay longer. Maybe for aweek. If you keep the object in a highly magical saturated area it will stay even longer. This depends on the material. If it is closer to natural occurrence the material will in most cases absorb magic better. Wood and living tissue is best. Metal is ok. For example with glass it is getting tricky. But you can conjure the nicest wood, pump it full of magic and even put it directly into a lay line crossing, it will vanish again someday. That's the reason eating conjured food over a long period of time is a bad idea. Bad for people who dislike internal bleedings anyway. A conjured tea now and then is not a problem. The worst that could happen is dehydration. But back to conjuring clothes... An additional problem is that the naturalness of the material not only affects the duration of the object but also the difficulty. So, in this case, Harry could have conjured a leather thong that would last for maybe a few days at Hogwarts, but latex panties? Or a rubber buttplug? Not a chance. They probably wouldn't last thirty minutes. And while vanishing underwear was funny for awhile, sure, spending all morning conjuring was not. No, money spend on kinky underwear and plastic sextoys was money well spend for any wizard... pondered Harry while sitting in the back of the cab, filling his satchel with his newest acquisitions.

When only one thing was left in the plastic bags he close his satchel again and looked to Hermione beside him. His little slut was apparently trying to get as much enjoyment as possible out of the bumpiness of the road. She had her eyes closed and rotated her ass into the seat.

"Penny for your thoughts, Hermione."

Her small smile widened and she opened her eyes. "I am just ...having a little fun, I guess." She checked that the small window to the front of the car was closed. "I like being your slave in public. ....your slut. I am still so horny from what happened in the shop..." She closed her eyes again. "I am wondering if I could just open your pants and take you in my mouth. I would love to taste you right now..." she sighed. "Can I ask where we are going next?. You said something about dinner. Italian-? Is that where we are heading?"

"Close, the restaurant I got reservations for is a bit... upper class. You will need a dress for that. And I a jacket. I need your fashion sense for that. So we are going to Kings Road first. The restaurant is not far from there."

Her eyes lit up at the word dress. And then they went as wide as her open mouth when Harry clipped the leash he pulled from the now empty bag to her collar. He just watched her reaction.

"You are... you are going to lead me around on a leash in the middle of London?" She asked incredulously.

"Yes, I am."

"Oh, Merlin..." she whispered. She couldn't hold herself back anymore and kissed him as hard as she could.

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Hermione was as wet as she had ever been in the sex shop. Not only felt she an increasing tingling in her ass. Her pussy was on fire. She was walking the quiet busy street from one shop window to the next on a leash. Every time Harry strained the leash and pulled her along a little a new wave of humiliation washed over her. Getting her more aroused. Cum was running down her legs. Hermione was shivering in excitement. She couldn't believe this was happening. She hadn't even dared to fantasize about something like this. And all the while she had to actually comment on the dresses in the displays.

People were watching her. Some were shaking their heads. Others tried not to notice. A mother was shielding the eyes of her child. People walking their dogs looked odd at her. Many actually didn't notice. It was making her only hotter. She just couldn't believe Harry really put a leash on her and went shopping. Hermione didn't know long she could keep her hands away from her pussy or if she would climax from the humiliation alone. She slowly lost the awareness of what was going on around her. She just tried not to moan to loud. On top of that she couldn't resist bathing in the control Harry had over her.





Harry had to admit he was a little worried at first. He didn't want to practice any confundus charm in the middle of all those people should a bobby or a reporter pay them too much attention. He learned however after a while that this probably wouldn't be necessary. Because there was apparently a trick if you wanted to pull something like he was doing right now. The trick was: If you do something outrageous or audacious, do it with all the implicitness you can muster. People will rather doubt their eyes than their concepts. Apart from the leash Harry and Hermione were just a young couple going a little window shopping. Hermione wore a modest knee-length skirt. Her blouse was buttoned almost to her neck. His own clothes were normal. Casual businesslike. Dark pants and a white shirt. A satchel over his shoulder. They were not dressed in leather or metal, they had no piercings or tattoos or whatever a person should have or look like to fit in the 'leash-type' category of 'normal' people. So the leash must surely be a mistake. They were looking so normal, behaving like nothing was out of the ordinary. No, the girl could surely not be on a leash...

But the girl was. And her Master liked her that way. It was not as hard as Harry would have thought beforehand. It was his right to leash her. Why should that not be normal for him. He was her Master. He actually got the idea to search or maybe order a chain of the same material as his slave's collarring for an invisible leash... Harry knew Hermione was more than enjoying this experience. Her barely coherent comments were somehow a big clue. But as was he. How could he not savour the feeling of control he had over her?

Even after looking mainly for a dress Harry found a shop for his dinner jacket first. He just walked in, wrapped the leash around a nearby rack and said what he needed. Money wouldn't matter. He wondered if that was an actual incantation for a spell that turns shopkeeper deaf and blind to anything else. Hermione stayed by the door, looking at the floor, blushing deeply. ...And implicitness worked again.

They had nearly worked their way up the whole street before they found the right dress. And Harry did almost the same thing as in the last shop, but he didn't tie her to a rack but led her into the middle of the room and unclipped the leash. He sat in a chair and looked at the shop assistant expectantly to begin their work. Which, after a moment of embarrassment they did. And again the shopkeeper spell did it's magic flawlessly. The assistant did really not seem to notice Hermione's quiet moaning, her collar or even how her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. They even applied some make-up. Harry wondered how well that worked over a blush. Hermione was in her own world throughout it all. However after he had paid for the dress she obediently walked up to him, so that he could clip on the leash again.

In hindsight this audacity, or boldness as he liked to call it, appeared quiet Gryffindor-ish to him. Harry just had to wonder if McGonagall would be proud of him for what he did...

They were actually on time for their reservation in "Il Pesce Rosso". Hermione had gotten a little used to her leash by now. Her make-up looked better without the deep blush, but her eyes widened again as she realised that this establishment was not just upper class. It was pretty much near the top. The maître d', or whatever his italian equivalent was called, just narrowed his eyes. When he saw the leash he just pointed out of the door.

It had not been easy to get the table. Not on the same day. It would even have been pretty impossible two month in advance.

In cases like this he called Dokfank. He would have to ask someday why the goblins had a room warded against all magic in which phones actually worked. The goblin had reminded him of his advisory fee for services outside of direct family matters and gave him the number of an 'associate' of the Black family who would be able to help. Harry hadn't wanted to know if that made the man a criminal or not. Today it didn't matter. There was nothing illegal in getting a table at a restaurant. He had wanted to know even less when the man on the other line had been rather eager to get into the Black's 'good graces'. Harry had said that this would be quite possible if he could get the reservation for the very evening. On such short notice it, he could only get the VIP table since it was held free for celebrities and such. When Harry had heard the price he had to think for a moment. After some bargaining they had agreed on a price Harry thought reasonable. He had to admit he didn't like the man. After only a couple of minutes the snivelling attitude had already annoyed him. It had reminded him too much of Pettigrew. When the man had realised that his begging got him nothing he had switched tactics and had implied that his discretion should be worth something. Harry did have enough at that point. He had told him in no uncertain terms to make the arrangements under the name Harkin and should anyone hear about this, anyone at all, if he would choose to betray the Blacks, he would end his life in torture. Weeks of torture. Harry had been dead serious. It was the way Pettigrew was going to end after all. That, and the fact that threats seem to work with those kind of people. He had asked if this was understood into the silent phone. It was. Harry told him that should all go well the Blacks would be happy to do business with him again.

When Harry had looked up from his little black book after that call Peter, the clerk, had been rather pale. Harry had tried to look friendly and apologetic. But it didn't help. Peter was rather distant after that. Even when Harry got his tea.

So Harry had gone to some length to get the reservation and he was not about to turn around only because a waiter pointed a finger to the door. Harry ignored the finger. "Good Evening, we have a table under the name of Harkin." The maître d' actually waited for surely ten seconds before lowering his hand and checking his book. His eyes were narrowed when he read through the list and they were still slits when he looked up again. For a moment Harry was unsure if the snivelling man had made the arrangement. The maître d' didn't look away when he snapped his fingers loudly to signal one of the 'lower' waiters to come. His voice was icy. "The leash comes off."

Harry answered rather casual. "When she is at her seat, of course, why would she need her leash there." They were in, after all. And people at the VIP table were allowed to be cheeky.

He followed the waiter to their table, Hermione close behind him on her leash. Her face was glaring red again. When she sat and Harry unclipped her he whispered into her ear that she should be careful to not get the back of her dress wet. She didn't look up when she slowly hiked up her skirt enough to sit directly with her panties on the chair.

She didn't look up until after the waiter brought them a bottle of water and took their order. Harry chose a plate for two persons. Something with lamb and vegetables. It sounded really italian. Salads at the side and a suitable bottle of red wine. She took a sip of water and looked carefully around. Most people in the full restaurant had decided by then that Harry and Hermione just sitting there doing nothing out of the ordinary was not interesting enough to deserve their attention. Harry watched her carefully. Her blush had faded again.

His voice was soft. "Hey there..."

"Hey... " Her voice was barely audible.

"You back yet?... You were pretty out of it at times, Hermione."

"Yeah... I think so."

"Do I need to ask if you like the leash?"

"I hope you let me show you soon. I need you to fuck me, Harry. Badly." She still whispered.

"Not here. But tonight."

She nodded.

"I was rather looking forward to this dinner..."

They stayed silent for a while.

"Weren't you worried that someone we knew could have seen us?"

"There was that risk of course, Hermione. But I think it is smaller than you think. Who would recognize us. In the middle of muggle London when everybody knows we are in Scotland. In muggle clothes... walking around as we did. If anybody would have recognized us, they would have confronted us to make sure. There was even only one person taking a photo of you. And that one was asian. I doubt the picture will end up in the Prophet..."

"I still can't believe you put me on a leash... and that you spend that much money."

Harry waited with his answer. "I think I will call it a 'Sirius Black Appreciation Day'. He always wanted tme to take some of the money and just have fun with it. ...and I have fun. ...In the end it wasn't that much money. As long as you don't forget this day soon, it was well spend."

"How could I ever, Harry?"

And the day ended not there. After they finished dinner they apparated back into the Honeydukes tunnel where they changed back into clothes fitting for Hogwarts. The turner brought them back to two in the afternoon.