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Another different way of looking at things
Disclaimer:Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes achallenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 17 - Padma's help
Hermione woke up early the next morning. It was still dark. She noticed that she was not lying at Harry's feet as she usually did, but was holding tightly to his waist with her head lying on his stomach. She felt him breathing. Her Master was still in deep sleep. After returning to the castle yesterday they had retired early in the evening. Right after a prefect meeting they had to conduct. It had not been easy to concentrate on such a mundane matter when all she could think of was the day they had in London and all she wanted was Harry inside her. When she finally had Harry had allowed her to cum at her own discretion for the evening. Her throat felt sore even now. She would not be surprised if she had lost her voice this morning.
She held closer on to him when she recalled yesterday. Without her training she would never have been able to hold out as long. Being led on a leash through a busy street, stores and a restaurant was probably the hottest thing that ever happened to her. She shivered at the memory, pressed her face into Harry's skin and kissed his navel. It would be easy to say that the leash was the best thing about their trip, but how could she disregard the ceremony, the 'Essence' or even what happened at the sex shop? How could she ever show Harry her gratitudes enough for what he did to her?
Remembering the previous day clearly got Hermione running again. Together with the feeling of her Master so close to her, the heat of his skin directly on hers and his smell. Hermione tasted his skin and began to lick in long streaks his muscular stomach, working her way further down. Hermione could soon taste remnants of herself and his cum left in his pubic hair. She explored further with her tongue and moaned when she realised he was not completely soft. She slowly ran her mouth along his dick over and over again. It took not long for him to wake up. At least below the waist. Hermione didn't know if he was going to be happy to be awoken in the middle of the night, but she could not stop herself and took his crown in her mouth. She sucked lightly and just enjoyed the feeling of his steadily rising cock. Then Hermione lowered her face until her nose was buried into his hair and her mouth was filled completely.
It was not long before she lost all thought about waking him. A hand had wandered to her clit to lightly play with herself. She was already wet by the time she she had remembered Harry tugging her along on her leash yesterday. When she played that memory out again, Hermione couldn't keep her pace slow anymore. She moaned and started to suck as hard as he could, trying to take him as deep as she could as fast as she could. Suddenly she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her face deep onto him and groaned. Her own hand was franticly working on her pussy. She could not breath hard enough to get air through her nose.
All of a sudden he groaned and pulled her mouth off him and toward own his face. She was panting heavily, her expression was of pure lust. The first impulse she had was to pull herself free so that she could get back to his cock until she could really taste him. It was pitch-black but she was sure she saw his eyes gleaming.
"You are really just a little slut, aren't you?"
She kept drawing blurring circles over her clit. "....Yes, Master." She tried to say while panting fast.
"Put your hands behind your back, stop playing with yourself." he ordered her.
She kept moaning in frustration, even without touching herself her arousal grew with the hold Harry had over her. She would have long lost her balance had he not the firm grip. His face just inches away. She tried to kiss him. But the firmer Harry held her in place the hotter she became. In their sessions Harry had learned how desperate Hermione could become. He recognised the moans. He couldn't keep the hint of surprise out of his voice.
"Merlin, you are horny..."
She tried to kiss him again, to press her body into his. The more she failed at that, the more she felt his control over her the more desperate she became. Delirious with lust.
Harry stopped to wonder what brought this on. He loved her like this. He loved the power he had over her when she was this. He wanted her like this, and he wanted her now. Had he not woken up rockhard, he would be from that feeling alone. And he knew the same power caused his slave to writhe in heat right now.
"Get yourself on me, slave."
It was clumsy but Hermione managed to get one leg on either side of him without the use of her arms. Harry was ready to use his free hand to position his cock. She moaned for a new reason when he drove his crown through her lips until he reached her entrance and entered her a little. She was ready to begin a rapid pace, but his hand still held her steady again.
"Do you think I will let you cum?" He teased her. His own voice was getting a hoarse tone.
He felt her tremble as he slowly lowered herself on him. Harry raised his hand up her back until he got a hold of her wrists and pressed her whole body into his. He kept her head inches from his face.
"I should punish you for waking me in the middle of the night. I should keep you from cumming until the sun comes up." He began to fuck her slowly.
Hermione had no real possibility to move. Her frantic panting was interrupted by what sounded like a hiccup."Please Master... no... I..."
Harry steadily increased his speed to bring her closer. "Why should I, slut? Do you think you can cum whenever you want?...Do you think you have the right to cum at all?"
His words had probably a greater effect than his cock ever could have. He could not understand her answer. She sounded like she was sobbing in her desperate moaning. Harry pulled her head beside his and held her close while pumping into her. He felt himself getting closer as well. He hissed into her ear to further incite her.
"Do you expect me to say yes when you ask for permission, slut?.... What will you do when you can't hold it anymore?"
She trembled all over. Not twenty seconds later he heard her trying to speak. "Master.. I... can I...Hrrg..permissss.....OhhhHhh.... cum....Pleeease?"
"No"
He was hammering into her by now. He would finish any moment. He felt her spasm and heard her choking. She would be losing it at any moment. Harry tried to predict the exact moment she couldn't hold herself back anymore, as hard as she might try. It came shortly before he was. He tightened his grip on her.
"NOW!"
He fucked her with all his might while he spurted into her. Hermione just ...screamed. She tried to flail her arms. Her whole body was jerking. He couldn't even hear his own grunting.
Her actual orgasm lasted maybe fifteen seconds, maybe thirty. Her body still trembled five minutes later. Harry had let go of her arms but kept her close. He was wide awake while Hermione may have turned from unconscious to asleep and may not wake up for hours. But the position was not uncomfortable for him. She was not too heavy lying on top of him. He was still inside of her. Even though he has softened down a bit, Harry had no problem with that.
Maybe he should have been a little angry. He was sound asleep, she woke him, now he is wide awake in the middle of the night and she is sound asleep. But somehow he really didn't mind. Not only was it nice to lie with her like this in the dark, it gave him a good opportunity to just think. Sure, there was enough time for that most days. And they were long days. Most of them averaged about thirty, maybe thirty-two hours. They even had a whole forty-eight hour day once. But that didn't mean he would miss the opportunity now. But he didn't get too far in his thoughts....
"Mmmmmm... Master..." Hermione purred directly into his ear. He couldn't help it when she said it like that. He got a little harder.
"Hhhhmmmm..." She kept on purring constantly when she felt that Harry was still inside her. She started to slightly move her hips and massage him with her pussy. It got him to full height in no time. Even if his thoughts were not so happy. It would be so easy to start fucking her again, but if he didn't put a stop to this they would never leave the bed... and his cock never her. He had to figure this out first.
"Hermione, stop."
She had her best seductive voice. "Don't you like that, Master? ...you feel so good inside me... Hmmmm... so hard... and big...."
Harry had enough of this. He was responsible for them. He had to solve a problem if there was one. And he thought there was. He was to be in control. And if he told her to stop she had to stop. Period. His voice had a serious tone.
"Of course I like that, Hermione. And if you were my girlfriend we could do that all day, no problem. But you are my slave and I told you to stop. So, Hermione, what's it going to be? Are you going to fuck yourself on me as my girlfriend or are you my slave and obey me?"
She froze. Hermione moved not one muscle. She didn't even breath. After a moment she whispered. "I am sorry, Master... I got... carried away, Master. I am sorry."
"If I hadn't other things to worry about right now, Hermione, I would punish you right here. But I will remember in our next training session."
"Thank you... Harry." She still wasn't moving, but at least she was breathing again.
"So, can you have my cock inside you without getting carried away again or would you behave yourself better on the floor?" His voice was still slightly irritated.
"I can do it, Harry, I promise."
"What got you so riled up before? You were out of your mind with lust."
"I... I was just thinking about yesterday... and you were so close. And I remembered the leash and the panties you bought. I could smell you. I just wanted to lick you ...maybe suck you just a little bit..." She shivered again. "Is is ok if we talk about something else, Harry? Maybe I can help you with what you were worrying about?"
The shiver felt delicious on his cock. He pulled himself together. "Yes... I was thinking about our timetable. We have six to eight weeks to get ready for the third step. The big question is what it's going to be. What kind of mark? How much will I have to train you to take the pain? How complicated will it be to create it? I want you to have more than just a branding. I want to know if I can train you enough to take a magical mark. I want to know if we can create one in that time. How much do we have to use the turner?"
Hermione still didn't dare to move much with him inside her. She had to force herself to think about all this in avery abstract way. She would not be able to think clearly if she called it 'her' mark, 'her' training or even 'her' enslavement. It would be way more unexciting to think about it as a school test. They had to know what was tested. Which subjects. How much time each subject would need to be learned. After that they could make aschedule. After pondering this for a moment the spoke in a steady voice. "I think we need to find out first what kind of marks we will be able to create, for what we have the time and resources. You can decide then which mark you would like. ...I don't know if we can predict how much it will hurt. ...but... but I will take it, Harry. You will have to hurt me as hard as you can, Harry. ...if I...if I can't keep quiet, I don't deserve to be your slave." He held her tight for a moment. "When you have chosen the mark or what kind it is, we can schedule our time on how to create it."
"Sounds like a plan, Hermione. The problem is that we don't know anything about those kind of marks... "
"To be honest the only mark I know is the dark mark, Harry. I know what we are doing is different. But... but maybe it is a good start." She didn't know how Harry would take this.
"No, I realised something in that boring prefects meeting yesterday. The dark mark is useless."
"What do you mean?" She got up a little to look where his face would be in the dark. She had forgotten where she was lying on and impaled herself deeper. She took a deep breath."
Harry took also a moment before answering. "I mean the dark mark is not really a mark. Not like the ones we are looking for. The dark mark is based on the Protean charm, right?"
"Yes" She didn't see where he was going with this yet.
"Like the coins you were making for the DA?"
"Yes, Harry. In general."
"I suspect the dark mark is just the protean spell combined with some kind of cosmetic tattoo charm. That the Protean in fact uses the tattoo to anchor itself into the skin, because from what I know about it, and that is not much, it is hard to cast on something living. So it uses the tattoo to be linked directly onto a person. If the Protean is triggered it just emits energy. Our coins get hot, the tattoo hurts. But basically the dark mark is not much more than a DA coin glued to the forearm. I bet that would hurt, too. It is not much more than a spell."
Hermione couldn't help but be fascinated by that theory. "That could very well be true. Do you know how the kind of mark we are looking for is different?"
"Ok, here is what I know. From what I read in the rules of the old customs a kind of branding iron is used. Not a spell. Not much is said about the iron, because for one it is basically my choice what it should do. I could just heat it up and make a normal muggle-style branding with it. The last couple from 1904 did that. I suspect because they didn't find out how to create a magical mark. The detail about that are not written down. Property of the Master. As you know the last couple failed shortly after that. We are going to do better, Hermione." He had a hand on her cheek again.
She nodded.
"From what I found out, the iron is engraved with runes. That's no surprise. Almost every magical object has runes somewhere. Portraits have them on their frames and some have them drawn under the actual paint, the turner has them all over, wardstones, even an invisibility cloak has some stitches in it. Most times they help the object absorb or siphon residual magic and to uses them for an constant effect. Painting get animated. Cloaks are preserved or wards do all sorts of things. The branding iron would work differently somehow. It is only build for one application. It is charged one time and gets basically destroyed when applied. As if you would use a runeset to cast a spell. But not just a spell but an enchantment on top of that. Spells fade, such a mark would engrave itself permanently. And to top it all off, there are 'functions', abilities if you will. Passive like sensing the health or location. Active like the stimulation of body parts or even feelings. All in all, I think it may be spells constructed by an enchantment cast by a runeset engraved in a magical object. And I have never heard about something like that. Not a surprise nobody does the old customs anymore."
Hermione didn't say anything, somehow Harry could sense she was in deep thought.
"Do you think that is possible?"
It took a moment before she answered. "Possible yes. In theory the creation of any spell or runeset comes down to Arithmancy. The more complex a spell the more complex is the equation. A Lumos spell is quiet easy, just one line. I have seen the equation of a Fidelius once. The section took over a foot on the parchment. ... so a set of runes that somehow cast an enchantment that cast spells on a living person.... that's big, Harry. I guess we can not count on Professor Vector either. ...But we will need help Harry. Someone we trust... Someone we basically have to trust with my life. Because if this goes wrong, it will go very wrong." She went still. "I would probably die..."
"Like I would let that happen, Hermione." He was dead serious. "If we are not sure in the end that it will work, we could always just make it a muggle branding."
"Yes... but I want it to be more, too. If we just make it a mundane branding after all the work we did on it, after all the training we spend on it, it would signal a failure. We would have failed if it would just be a scar. ...We have to make sure and I will have to take that risk..." The concern in her voice was clearly audible.
"Hermione, I will decide if and when you are ready to take the step. I will not let you die. And I will not let us fail." His will was palpable.
She needed a moment to relax. "Yes... Of course. I trust you with my life..." She exhaled in a small chuckle. "How often have you save it? ...I just would never have thought that it could depend on my Arithmancy..."
"By the time I will make that decision my Arithmancy will be up to date, too. We will make that time. I see somehow very long days studying in front of us... But you are right, we need extra help. Someone we can trust your life with. That list is short. No one from the outside. Basically Ron, Luna or Padma.... So how is Padma's Arithmancy?"
"Better than mine. A little. I am better in Ancient Runes."
"I am taking a guess that she would like the academical challenge to create such an object. But that also raises the question about how deep she will be included into your daily training. She has to come into the room with us. Until we are able to see how much work this branding iron really is, we may have to spend whole sessions with this. So I will probably let you be dressed. She will be more comfortable this way." He paused for a moment. "I know she would be willing to help just because of the opportunity to learn and out of friendship, she was however quiet adamant about not breaking any laws... and the time turner is illegal. Do you think this will be problem?"
"When she hears what this is about, I am sure she will oversee that. But I don't know. We will have to talk to her."
"And I will want an oath... This is about your life, Hermione. I realise you have known her for years and trust her. I don't know her that long. And while I trust her to give her permission to use you, I don't trust her with your life."
"When should we talk to her?"
"Today."
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The opportunity arose quicker than Harry would have thought. A few hours later at breakfast actually. The great hall was quiet empty as was not surprising for a Sunday morning. Padma was there at the Ravenclaw table, sitting by herself. Strangely Luna had chosen to sit with a group of what looked like fourth year Hufflepuff girls. Harry and Hermione walked over to Padma. The indian girl barely looked up when they took their seats. She seemed to be concentrated on eating. Something was obviously wrong.
"Good morning." It was apparently not the best time to request a private talk. At least not until he found out why Padma was so... grumpy.
Padma nodded very shortly to reply his greeting. She looked to Hermione and asked with a very neutral voice. "I hope everything went well for you yesterday?"
Hermione blushed even now a little. "With the step ceremony? Yes, all went well. Thanks for asking." She was not sure what else to say. She had very rarely seen Padma like this.
"Good." That was all.
Harry took a wild shot. "So what were you and Luna arguing about that she has fled to the Puffs and you look like you are banned from the library?"
"What?" She looked at him confused. "Why should I have argued with Luna? She is sitting over there because... well, apparently Luna has an eye on one of the Hufflepuffs."
Harry peered over to the Puff's table. Luna sat very close to a slightly smaller girl with pigtails. They were talking animatedly. He asked half in a joke. "...and you are jealous?"
Padma just sighed in frustration and pulled a letter from her robe. She handed it over to Hermione. "This came today with an express owl."
Hermione opened the letter and began to read. Harry watched her, so she summarised loud enough for him to hear. "A letter from your mother... an unexpected visit from.. Florencia?"
"Florencia Flourish, she is in the same book club as my mother." Padma supplied.
Harry had a pretty good idea now.
Hermione read the rest of the letter. She kept her voice free of any fake surprise or guilty tone. "The'Essence' has been bought."
Padma took that as a queue to round at her. "Can you imagine? The 'Essence' has been in the shop for over forty years. Blotts father managed to acquire it. It was the soul of the whole store. Of the whole Alley. That book inspired generations of people to read, to gather knowledge. I wouldn't be a Ravenclaw if it wasn't for that book. And suddenly some unknown nobody comes along and buys it. Just like that..."
Harry mused that Hermione was right, Padma was throwing a fit. But somehow it was not as funny as he thought it would be. Hermione was looking at him for help. She was right. He has caused this, it was his responsibility. "I know."
Padma's head snapped in his direction."What do you know?" Her tone was rather impatient and unbelieving that a Gryffindor could know something about matters like this. She could be rude like this.
He looked at her calmly. "I know who bought 'The Essence of Magic'. We were in the Alley yesterday, you know."
Padma stared at him intently. "Do you think this is funny?" She was obviously irritated about his calm demeanour and lack of outrage.
"I think we should continue this conversation in private." He stared back at her seriously.
Not fifteen minutes later they had arrived at the suite. Hermione had brought some of the breakfast, but neither Padma nor Harry seemed hungry. The Ravenclaw was getting impatient. However the tone in his voice made it clear that Harry was not playing games.
"I will tell you who bought the 'Essence', Padma when you answer me one question honestly. If Hermione's wellbeing and even life would depend on your help, would you grant it even when you would break the law in doing so?"
Padma stared at him. "Her life directly, then yes. With everything else it would depend on the law. Who bought it."
"A man named Fergussen. About my height and weight, blond hair, around thirty years old."
"Do you know him?" Padma was clearly starting an interrogation.
Harry could see that this was not getting anywhere. As a first sign of frustration he ran a hand through his hair. "Look Padma, maybe we started this off wrong. Forget the book for a moment. I can arrange for you to read it. Sit down, please."
She did, the irritation on her face turning into shock and confusion. But she listened.
"The thing is, that we need your help. You know that Hermione's body is marked in the third step?" She nodded. "Have you any idea how much Arithmancy is necessary to create the branding iron?" She shook her head. "Would you like to find out? Would you like to help us create it and in doing so make sure it is working properly and doesn't hurt Hermione?"
She had to think a moment. "And what law would I have to break by helping you?"
"Pretty much every regulation the ministry has on the use of time turners. And you would make yourself guilty of the use of a banned object."
She narrowed her eyes, then relaxes and shook her head lightly. "Harry, those are regulations. Not real laws. Of course I will help you. So you are using a time turner?"
Harry relaxed visibly and pointed vaguely to the head girl suite. "Yes, we use Hermione's suite. Never try to go in there alone. We could even be in there right now. You will join us in there. If you are uncomfortable with it, I will try to keep the... physical aspects of our training to a minimum. But you will be spending a lot of time with us. Maybe days at a time."
"You have of those time turners?...Nevermind... As for the physical aspects of your training, as you call them, I guess we will just have to see. I will tell you should I feel offended. Is that satisfying enough?"
"Of course." Harry hesitated. "There is one more thing. I need your oath for this, Padma. Your magical promise to keep this silent and that you are not trying to hurt Hermione through your actions or inactions while working on the iron. Other than the possibly intentionally hurtful effects of course."
Her voice was neutral. "You don't trust me?"
"Of course I trust you. But do I trust you with Hermione's life without an insurance? My parents died from that kind of trust. It's not personal. I just can't take that risk. I hope you understand."
She did. That very same day they began the research on how to create a magical branding iron.
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 achallenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 17 - Padma's help
Hermione woke up early the next morning. It was still dark. She noticed that she was not lying at Harry's feet as she usually did, but was holding tightly to his waist with her head lying on his stomach. She felt him breathing. Her Master was still in deep sleep. After returning to the castle yesterday they had retired early in the evening. Right after a prefect meeting they had to conduct. It had not been easy to concentrate on such a mundane matter when all she could think of was the day they had in London and all she wanted was Harry inside her. When she finally had Harry had allowed her to cum at her own discretion for the evening. Her throat felt sore even now. She would not be surprised if she had lost her voice this morning.
She held closer on to him when she recalled yesterday. Without her training she would never have been able to hold out as long. Being led on a leash through a busy street, stores and a restaurant was probably the hottest thing that ever happened to her. She shivered at the memory, pressed her face into Harry's skin and kissed his navel. It would be easy to say that the leash was the best thing about their trip, but how could she disregard the ceremony, the 'Essence' or even what happened at the sex shop? How could she ever show Harry her gratitudes enough for what he did to her?
Remembering the previous day clearly got Hermione running again. Together with the feeling of her Master so close to her, the heat of his skin directly on hers and his smell. Hermione tasted his skin and began to lick in long streaks his muscular stomach, working her way further down. Hermione could soon taste remnants of herself and his cum left in his pubic hair. She explored further with her tongue and moaned when she realised he was not completely soft. She slowly ran her mouth along his dick over and over again. It took not long for him to wake up. At least below the waist. Hermione didn't know if he was going to be happy to be awoken in the middle of the night, but she could not stop herself and took his crown in her mouth. She sucked lightly and just enjoyed the feeling of his steadily rising cock. Then Hermione lowered her face until her nose was buried into his hair and her mouth was filled completely.
It was not long before she lost all thought about waking him. A hand had wandered to her clit to lightly play with herself. She was already wet by the time she she had remembered Harry tugging her along on her leash yesterday. When she played that memory out again, Hermione couldn't keep her pace slow anymore. She moaned and started to suck as hard as he could, trying to take him as deep as she could as fast as she could. Suddenly she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her face deep onto him and groaned. Her own hand was franticly working on her pussy. She could not breath hard enough to get air through her nose.
All of a sudden he groaned and pulled her mouth off him and toward own his face. She was panting heavily, her expression was of pure lust. The first impulse she had was to pull herself free so that she could get back to his cock until she could really taste him. It was pitch-black but she was sure she saw his eyes gleaming.
"You are really just a little slut, aren't you?"
She kept drawing blurring circles over her clit. "....Yes, Master." She tried to say while panting fast.
"Put your hands behind your back, stop playing with yourself." he ordered her.
She kept moaning in frustration, even without touching herself her arousal grew with the hold Harry had over her. She would have long lost her balance had he not the firm grip. His face just inches away. She tried to kiss him. But the firmer Harry held her in place the hotter she became. In their sessions Harry had learned how desperate Hermione could become. He recognised the moans. He couldn't keep the hint of surprise out of his voice.
"Merlin, you are horny..."
She tried to kiss him again, to press her body into his. The more she failed at that, the more she felt his control over her the more desperate she became. Delirious with lust.
Harry stopped to wonder what brought this on. He loved her like this. He loved the power he had over her when she was this. He wanted her like this, and he wanted her now. Had he not woken up rockhard, he would be from that feeling alone. And he knew the same power caused his slave to writhe in heat right now.
"Get yourself on me, slave."
It was clumsy but Hermione managed to get one leg on either side of him without the use of her arms. Harry was ready to use his free hand to position his cock. She moaned for a new reason when he drove his crown through her lips until he reached her entrance and entered her a little. She was ready to begin a rapid pace, but his hand still held her steady again.
"Do you think I will let you cum?" He teased her. His own voice was getting a hoarse tone.
He felt her tremble as he slowly lowered herself on him. Harry raised his hand up her back until he got a hold of her wrists and pressed her whole body into his. He kept her head inches from his face.
"I should punish you for waking me in the middle of the night. I should keep you from cumming until the sun comes up." He began to fuck her slowly.
Hermione had no real possibility to move. Her frantic panting was interrupted by what sounded like a hiccup."Please Master... no... I..."
Harry steadily increased his speed to bring her closer. "Why should I, slut? Do you think you can cum whenever you want?...Do you think you have the right to cum at all?"
His words had probably a greater effect than his cock ever could have. He could not understand her answer. She sounded like she was sobbing in her desperate moaning. Harry pulled her head beside his and held her close while pumping into her. He felt himself getting closer as well. He hissed into her ear to further incite her.
"Do you expect me to say yes when you ask for permission, slut?.... What will you do when you can't hold it anymore?"
She trembled all over. Not twenty seconds later he heard her trying to speak. "Master.. I... can I...Hrrg..permissss.....OhhhHhh.... cum....Pleeease?"
"No"
He was hammering into her by now. He would finish any moment. He felt her spasm and heard her choking. She would be losing it at any moment. Harry tried to predict the exact moment she couldn't hold herself back anymore, as hard as she might try. It came shortly before he was. He tightened his grip on her.
"NOW!"
He fucked her with all his might while he spurted into her. Hermione just ...screamed. She tried to flail her arms. Her whole body was jerking. He couldn't even hear his own grunting.
Her actual orgasm lasted maybe fifteen seconds, maybe thirty. Her body still trembled five minutes later. Harry had let go of her arms but kept her close. He was wide awake while Hermione may have turned from unconscious to asleep and may not wake up for hours. But the position was not uncomfortable for him. She was not too heavy lying on top of him. He was still inside of her. Even though he has softened down a bit, Harry had no problem with that.
Maybe he should have been a little angry. He was sound asleep, she woke him, now he is wide awake in the middle of the night and she is sound asleep. But somehow he really didn't mind. Not only was it nice to lie with her like this in the dark, it gave him a good opportunity to just think. Sure, there was enough time for that most days. And they were long days. Most of them averaged about thirty, maybe thirty-two hours. They even had a whole forty-eight hour day once. But that didn't mean he would miss the opportunity now. But he didn't get too far in his thoughts....
"Mmmmmm... Master..." Hermione purred directly into his ear. He couldn't help it when she said it like that. He got a little harder.
"Hhhhmmmm..." She kept on purring constantly when she felt that Harry was still inside her. She started to slightly move her hips and massage him with her pussy. It got him to full height in no time. Even if his thoughts were not so happy. It would be so easy to start fucking her again, but if he didn't put a stop to this they would never leave the bed... and his cock never her. He had to figure this out first.
"Hermione, stop."
She had her best seductive voice. "Don't you like that, Master? ...you feel so good inside me... Hmmmm... so hard... and big...."
Harry had enough of this. He was responsible for them. He had to solve a problem if there was one. And he thought there was. He was to be in control. And if he told her to stop she had to stop. Period. His voice had a serious tone.
"Of course I like that, Hermione. And if you were my girlfriend we could do that all day, no problem. But you are my slave and I told you to stop. So, Hermione, what's it going to be? Are you going to fuck yourself on me as my girlfriend or are you my slave and obey me?"
She froze. Hermione moved not one muscle. She didn't even breath. After a moment she whispered. "I am sorry, Master... I got... carried away, Master. I am sorry."
"If I hadn't other things to worry about right now, Hermione, I would punish you right here. But I will remember in our next training session."
"Thank you... Harry." She still wasn't moving, but at least she was breathing again.
"So, can you have my cock inside you without getting carried away again or would you behave yourself better on the floor?" His voice was still slightly irritated.
"I can do it, Harry, I promise."
"What got you so riled up before? You were out of your mind with lust."
"I... I was just thinking about yesterday... and you were so close. And I remembered the leash and the panties you bought. I could smell you. I just wanted to lick you ...maybe suck you just a little bit..." She shivered again. "Is is ok if we talk about something else, Harry? Maybe I can help you with what you were worrying about?"
The shiver felt delicious on his cock. He pulled himself together. "Yes... I was thinking about our timetable. We have six to eight weeks to get ready for the third step. The big question is what it's going to be. What kind of mark? How much will I have to train you to take the pain? How complicated will it be to create it? I want you to have more than just a branding. I want to know if I can train you enough to take a magical mark. I want to know if we can create one in that time. How much do we have to use the turner?"
Hermione still didn't dare to move much with him inside her. She had to force herself to think about all this in avery abstract way. She would not be able to think clearly if she called it 'her' mark, 'her' training or even 'her' enslavement. It would be way more unexciting to think about it as a school test. They had to know what was tested. Which subjects. How much time each subject would need to be learned. After that they could make aschedule. After pondering this for a moment the spoke in a steady voice. "I think we need to find out first what kind of marks we will be able to create, for what we have the time and resources. You can decide then which mark you would like. ...I don't know if we can predict how much it will hurt. ...but... but I will take it, Harry. You will have to hurt me as hard as you can, Harry. ...if I...if I can't keep quiet, I don't deserve to be your slave." He held her tight for a moment. "When you have chosen the mark or what kind it is, we can schedule our time on how to create it."
"Sounds like a plan, Hermione. The problem is that we don't know anything about those kind of marks... "
"To be honest the only mark I know is the dark mark, Harry. I know what we are doing is different. But... but maybe it is a good start." She didn't know how Harry would take this.
"No, I realised something in that boring prefects meeting yesterday. The dark mark is useless."
"What do you mean?" She got up a little to look where his face would be in the dark. She had forgotten where she was lying on and impaled herself deeper. She took a deep breath."
Harry took also a moment before answering. "I mean the dark mark is not really a mark. Not like the ones we are looking for. The dark mark is based on the Protean charm, right?"
"Yes" She didn't see where he was going with this yet.
"Like the coins you were making for the DA?"
"Yes, Harry. In general."
"I suspect the dark mark is just the protean spell combined with some kind of cosmetic tattoo charm. That the Protean in fact uses the tattoo to anchor itself into the skin, because from what I know about it, and that is not much, it is hard to cast on something living. So it uses the tattoo to be linked directly onto a person. If the Protean is triggered it just emits energy. Our coins get hot, the tattoo hurts. But basically the dark mark is not much more than a DA coin glued to the forearm. I bet that would hurt, too. It is not much more than a spell."
Hermione couldn't help but be fascinated by that theory. "That could very well be true. Do you know how the kind of mark we are looking for is different?"
"Ok, here is what I know. From what I read in the rules of the old customs a kind of branding iron is used. Not a spell. Not much is said about the iron, because for one it is basically my choice what it should do. I could just heat it up and make a normal muggle-style branding with it. The last couple from 1904 did that. I suspect because they didn't find out how to create a magical mark. The detail about that are not written down. Property of the Master. As you know the last couple failed shortly after that. We are going to do better, Hermione." He had a hand on her cheek again.
She nodded.
"From what I found out, the iron is engraved with runes. That's no surprise. Almost every magical object has runes somewhere. Portraits have them on their frames and some have them drawn under the actual paint, the turner has them all over, wardstones, even an invisibility cloak has some stitches in it. Most times they help the object absorb or siphon residual magic and to uses them for an constant effect. Painting get animated. Cloaks are preserved or wards do all sorts of things. The branding iron would work differently somehow. It is only build for one application. It is charged one time and gets basically destroyed when applied. As if you would use a runeset to cast a spell. But not just a spell but an enchantment on top of that. Spells fade, such a mark would engrave itself permanently. And to top it all off, there are 'functions', abilities if you will. Passive like sensing the health or location. Active like the stimulation of body parts or even feelings. All in all, I think it may be spells constructed by an enchantment cast by a runeset engraved in a magical object. And I have never heard about something like that. Not a surprise nobody does the old customs anymore."
Hermione didn't say anything, somehow Harry could sense she was in deep thought.
"Do you think that is possible?"
It took a moment before she answered. "Possible yes. In theory the creation of any spell or runeset comes down to Arithmancy. The more complex a spell the more complex is the equation. A Lumos spell is quiet easy, just one line. I have seen the equation of a Fidelius once. The section took over a foot on the parchment. ... so a set of runes that somehow cast an enchantment that cast spells on a living person.... that's big, Harry. I guess we can not count on Professor Vector either. ...But we will need help Harry. Someone we trust... Someone we basically have to trust with my life. Because if this goes wrong, it will go very wrong." She went still. "I would probably die..."
"Like I would let that happen, Hermione." He was dead serious. "If we are not sure in the end that it will work, we could always just make it a muggle branding."
"Yes... but I want it to be more, too. If we just make it a mundane branding after all the work we did on it, after all the training we spend on it, it would signal a failure. We would have failed if it would just be a scar. ...We have to make sure and I will have to take that risk..." The concern in her voice was clearly audible.
"Hermione, I will decide if and when you are ready to take the step. I will not let you die. And I will not let us fail." His will was palpable.
She needed a moment to relax. "Yes... Of course. I trust you with my life..." She exhaled in a small chuckle. "How often have you save it? ...I just would never have thought that it could depend on my Arithmancy..."
"By the time I will make that decision my Arithmancy will be up to date, too. We will make that time. I see somehow very long days studying in front of us... But you are right, we need extra help. Someone we can trust your life with. That list is short. No one from the outside. Basically Ron, Luna or Padma.... So how is Padma's Arithmancy?"
"Better than mine. A little. I am better in Ancient Runes."
"I am taking a guess that she would like the academical challenge to create such an object. But that also raises the question about how deep she will be included into your daily training. She has to come into the room with us. Until we are able to see how much work this branding iron really is, we may have to spend whole sessions with this. So I will probably let you be dressed. She will be more comfortable this way." He paused for a moment. "I know she would be willing to help just because of the opportunity to learn and out of friendship, she was however quiet adamant about not breaking any laws... and the time turner is illegal. Do you think this will be problem?"
"When she hears what this is about, I am sure she will oversee that. But I don't know. We will have to talk to her."
"And I will want an oath... This is about your life, Hermione. I realise you have known her for years and trust her. I don't know her that long. And while I trust her to give her permission to use you, I don't trust her with your life."
"When should we talk to her?"
"Today."
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The opportunity arose quicker than Harry would have thought. A few hours later at breakfast actually. The great hall was quiet empty as was not surprising for a Sunday morning. Padma was there at the Ravenclaw table, sitting by herself. Strangely Luna had chosen to sit with a group of what looked like fourth year Hufflepuff girls. Harry and Hermione walked over to Padma. The indian girl barely looked up when they took their seats. She seemed to be concentrated on eating. Something was obviously wrong.
"Good morning." It was apparently not the best time to request a private talk. At least not until he found out why Padma was so... grumpy.
Padma nodded very shortly to reply his greeting. She looked to Hermione and asked with a very neutral voice. "I hope everything went well for you yesterday?"
Hermione blushed even now a little. "With the step ceremony? Yes, all went well. Thanks for asking." She was not sure what else to say. She had very rarely seen Padma like this.
"Good." That was all.
Harry took a wild shot. "So what were you and Luna arguing about that she has fled to the Puffs and you look like you are banned from the library?"
"What?" She looked at him confused. "Why should I have argued with Luna? She is sitting over there because... well, apparently Luna has an eye on one of the Hufflepuffs."
Harry peered over to the Puff's table. Luna sat very close to a slightly smaller girl with pigtails. They were talking animatedly. He asked half in a joke. "...and you are jealous?"
Padma just sighed in frustration and pulled a letter from her robe. She handed it over to Hermione. "This came today with an express owl."
Hermione opened the letter and began to read. Harry watched her, so she summarised loud enough for him to hear. "A letter from your mother... an unexpected visit from.. Florencia?"
"Florencia Flourish, she is in the same book club as my mother." Padma supplied.
Harry had a pretty good idea now.
Hermione read the rest of the letter. She kept her voice free of any fake surprise or guilty tone. "The'Essence' has been bought."
Padma took that as a queue to round at her. "Can you imagine? The 'Essence' has been in the shop for over forty years. Blotts father managed to acquire it. It was the soul of the whole store. Of the whole Alley. That book inspired generations of people to read, to gather knowledge. I wouldn't be a Ravenclaw if it wasn't for that book. And suddenly some unknown nobody comes along and buys it. Just like that..."
Harry mused that Hermione was right, Padma was throwing a fit. But somehow it was not as funny as he thought it would be. Hermione was looking at him for help. She was right. He has caused this, it was his responsibility. "I know."
Padma's head snapped in his direction."What do you know?" Her tone was rather impatient and unbelieving that a Gryffindor could know something about matters like this. She could be rude like this.
He looked at her calmly. "I know who bought 'The Essence of Magic'. We were in the Alley yesterday, you know."
Padma stared at him intently. "Do you think this is funny?" She was obviously irritated about his calm demeanour and lack of outrage.
"I think we should continue this conversation in private." He stared back at her seriously.
Not fifteen minutes later they had arrived at the suite. Hermione had brought some of the breakfast, but neither Padma nor Harry seemed hungry. The Ravenclaw was getting impatient. However the tone in his voice made it clear that Harry was not playing games.
"I will tell you who bought the 'Essence', Padma when you answer me one question honestly. If Hermione's wellbeing and even life would depend on your help, would you grant it even when you would break the law in doing so?"
Padma stared at him. "Her life directly, then yes. With everything else it would depend on the law. Who bought it."
"A man named Fergussen. About my height and weight, blond hair, around thirty years old."
"Do you know him?" Padma was clearly starting an interrogation.
Harry could see that this was not getting anywhere. As a first sign of frustration he ran a hand through his hair. "Look Padma, maybe we started this off wrong. Forget the book for a moment. I can arrange for you to read it. Sit down, please."
She did, the irritation on her face turning into shock and confusion. But she listened.
"The thing is, that we need your help. You know that Hermione's body is marked in the third step?" She nodded. "Have you any idea how much Arithmancy is necessary to create the branding iron?" She shook her head. "Would you like to find out? Would you like to help us create it and in doing so make sure it is working properly and doesn't hurt Hermione?"
She had to think a moment. "And what law would I have to break by helping you?"
"Pretty much every regulation the ministry has on the use of time turners. And you would make yourself guilty of the use of a banned object."
She narrowed her eyes, then relaxes and shook her head lightly. "Harry, those are regulations. Not real laws. Of course I will help you. So you are using a time turner?"
Harry relaxed visibly and pointed vaguely to the head girl suite. "Yes, we use Hermione's suite. Never try to go in there alone. We could even be in there right now. You will join us in there. If you are uncomfortable with it, I will try to keep the... physical aspects of our training to a minimum. But you will be spending a lot of time with us. Maybe days at a time."
"You have of those time turners?...Nevermind... As for the physical aspects of your training, as you call them, I guess we will just have to see. I will tell you should I feel offended. Is that satisfying enough?"
"Of course." Harry hesitated. "There is one more thing. I need your oath for this, Padma. Your magical promise to keep this silent and that you are not trying to hurt Hermione through your actions or inactions while working on the iron. Other than the possibly intentionally hurtful effects of course."
Her voice was neutral. "You don't trust me?"
"Of course I trust you. But do I trust you with Hermione's life without an insurance? My parents died from that kind of trust. It's not personal. I just can't take that risk. I hope you understand."
She did. That very same day they began the research on how to create a magical branding iron.
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