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Another different way of looking at things
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So, here it goes...
Chapter 18 – The mind of a raven
"... and you should see her eyes. They are like her arms. I think she has great breasts. She must have... with those pigtails. You have seen her today, Harry. What do you think?"
Luna was on this little get-together even more excited as she was on the last. Hermione had barely recounted the second step ceremony when the blond Ravenclaw had begun to tell them everything she knew about a certain fourteen year old Hufflepuff. Hermione wasn't sure if she should be disappointed that she had not yet the opportunity to even mention what happened afterwards. But Luna could be a force of nature. She was more than proving it this evening. Had she been a little ashamed on the first step party to be able to somehow know their answers and thoughts, this evening she was not shy about it. Had she been 'only' happy the other night, now she was euphoric which meant that she was constantly answering herself or the unspoken mental comments of Harry, Ron, Hermione or Padma. Ron seemed to have the loudest brain which had resulted in her rather explicit self-discussion of Ron's fantasies regarding lesbian sex and how hot it would be to witness that. Ron had retired early at the time those tales began to include names of female students and teachers. Maybe he had left out of embarrassment, his face was red enough. Maybe he really had to 'show' Lavender something... But it was hard not to be happy for Luna.
"...yes, I know Harry. She is a third year. But that's not disturbing. She is just two year younger than me. And just because you waited until sixth year to have any idea about what to do with a girl doesn't make her a late bloomer, too. Can you tell me the password for the Hufflepuffs? All those dirty talk from Ron made me horny..."
Well, sometimes it was not all that hard. But Harry was surprised at himself. He had not a real problem with what Luna was doing. However she was doing it. After his rather bad experiences with Legilimency and other invasions of his privacy, he would have thought that he'd be more angry at the fact that Luna knew what was on his mind.
"... that's because I am your friend, Harry." she had said. Somehow she had been right. He just had stopped using his voice and had hoped that the worst part of Luna's crush would be over sometime. Now he wondered if he really wanted to know what Luna would do with that password...
"Oh, don't worry. I promise not to get her pregnant. I told her that I turned some of my underwear blue and bronze. I offered to make hers black and yellow. She said that if I did she would wear them. I just figured that the easiest way to get to the pair she is wearing is while she was asleep. Do you think she will like the surprise?"
And you think she is the type of girl who would like that? She might as well be scared off because someone sneaked into her bed and cast a jinx on her. Wouldn't it be more fun if she was awake, Luna? he just thought intently.
Luna made a very dreamily expression. "...it's good that the jinx needs contact..."
Harry chuckled. Yeah, you could make it stripes ...and colour each at a time. You are quite eager to get into her panties, huh?
Luna got even dreamier. "Hmmmm..."
Is that another thing you just know? That she would like that?
She focused a little more on him. "She is so shy... she thought about kissing me at breakfast. But she would never bring herself to do that."
Harry looked at her for a moment. You know I would never tell anyone a password just so they could sneak into a girls bed... what was it anyway? ...'Helga's humility'?... yeah... that's it.
Dreamy was back. "Hmmmm..."
'Talking' to Luna was kind of fun. Padma and Hermione were off the side on one of the couches in deep discussion. They were more uncomfortable with this kind of communication. Probably because they could not stop wondering how Luna was doing it.
"I don't know either, Harry." Luna said absentmindedly.
So how much do you know about what Hermione and I are doing?
"I know how much you want it. And how much she does. I know how much you want it kept a secret even if you would like to proclaim it to all the world. I know that you barely trust anyone with it, even if you don't really care what people think... You are worried I know too much. You don't know if you can trust me as much as you do without knowing how I 'tick'. I know strange things, Harry. ...I know Hermione was leashed to a rack in a male clothing store yesterday while she was sitting beside me in the great hall ... I try to forget most of it since I should not know..." Her voice was her quiet sing-song, but she sounded a little sad.
How could Harry not feel guilty when she said it like that.
"Don't. I understand why you have to be the one to control it. I am glad you let Padma help with the Arithmancy... Anything I can do? I rather like helping Hermione. Do you want me to take an oath as well?"
It really helped that Harry was not asking himself how Luna knew about that. If you are offering I will of course accept. But I wanted the oath from Padma because Hermione's life may very well be in her hands. When you are using her I doubt it is a matter of life and death... But that reminds me. She was rather excited about the accident you had in her mouth. Maybe when we have a better understanding about the branding iron, you could let that happen again. Would you do that for Hermione?
Luna smiled happily. "That sounds like much more fun than Arithmancy."
It surely does. However I think drinking your pee is a pretty big step for her. Let us wait with that for a while... maybe next month... we have work to do first. The fun has to wait a little...
Luna eyes followed something through the air above Hermione's head.
Harry made his thoughts more concious again before Luna would tell him what kind of animal was flying there. So, Luna, you told us everything about this girl... everything but her name.
"Oh... I want to wait asking her that until we are at least on kissing terms..." Her eyes were still moving wildly through the room.
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Harry, Hermione and Padma were in the bathroom of the head girl's suite not two hours after Luna excused herself to visit the Hufflepuffs. They were waiting for them to leave the main room. Harry got used to idea of their future selves wandering in the next room, but he didn't know how Padma would take it. This would be her first time. That was the main reason Harry chose to use the 'bathroom way' rather than travelling back under the cloak back first. This way they could end their sessions almost any time should Padma be too uncomfortable with the idea of being forbidden to leave the room. She had returned to the Ravenclaw tower shortly to fetch some of her private collection on Arithmancy, spellcrafting and runes to complement Hermione's. In the meantime they had organized enough food to let their session last as long as it would have to take.
"Did you give Luna the password for the Hufflepuffs, Harry? I don't want to think about what happens should Professor Sprout catch her." Padma sounded nervous, but Harry guessed Luna was not the main reason.
His voice was confident as ever. "Don't worry, Padma. I never actually told her. Who knows from where she picked that up..." There was the knock on the door. "Ah, here we go."
Harry led them into the room and chained Hermione to the table first thing. Padma was surprised that Hermione did not seem to even notice the chain, but rather just set the basket from the kitchen to the side and opened her bookbag to empty it on the table. She had to ask her about that later. Her attention was shifted quite easily to the books Harry pulled from his own satchel. She had not to worry about the aspects of time travel or the chain when there was the familiarity of unread books readily available. So she picked up one small tome with medieval greek writing on it's cover. She frowned.
"Have you thought about how we will be able to read this, Harry? Hermione said your only comment about it was 'That's where the magic comes in'. I hope you don't think you can cast a quick translation charm on it and that's it."
He knew she was nervous and that she could sound a little unfriendly when she was. He had looked into the methods of translation when he found the books listed in the foreign countries. His first idea was indeed a charm. 'Let just magic do what you can't'. But it did not work like that with a translation charm. To translate a text with that charm you had to know both languages. For a precise translation you had to know all the words in it. He would probably be able to cast it on a manual for a muggle radio so that Ron could understand the words, but for the books from Hungary and Greece it was only an option if he found someone who knew both the languages and could be trusted enough to keep the content for himself. Finding someone they could trust would be the hard part, because apparently there were enough spells and potion to help a wizard learn a language. The late Mr. Crouch Sr. had even made a hobby out of it. Fortunately there were other methods available to him. Because the Blacks were the Blacks and the ministry was the ministry.
He laid something wrapped in cloth on the table. "Sometimes I like to be the Head of the Blacks just for the toys. Some of them are so good, the ministry wants nobody to play with them..." He saw both of them lancing worried at the object while he unwrapped it. "Don't look like that. It's not dangerous. It was banned because it is too useful... and because they couldn't find out how it works. Dokfank recognized it. He didn't know it's name but apparently it can translate anything. Even destroyed ministry records. They didn't like that." He held it out in front of him. It was a piece of normal looking glass with a baroque metal frame, maybe the size of a normal book cover. It looked old and well used. The glass was a bit blind at places. "I call it.... the translation glass."
He had hoped to lighten the mood with his little overly dramatic behaviour. And Hermione's little giggle told him that it worked. Padma was rather eager to test it.
Apparently the glass translated anything into the first language a person learned. In Harry's case it was English, for Dokfank some runic gobbledegook, for Padma it was Hindi. She had to translate it into English for herself... or use the translation charm.
But Harry knew the glass was just an easy solution for a problem they may not even have. What he had a problem with was the fact that he would and could not be in control of the research as long as he was not up to speed in Arithmancy. It didn't feel right to give up the control over that part of their training and grant Padma free reign over how to do the research. If there was a better way Harry didn't know it. He would just have to learn and get through it.
And over the next five days he learned a lot. And not only about Arithmancy. He learned for example why he was not in Ravenclaw. That didn't mean he was stupid or too lazy to read a book without pictures. He was neither. But for him the word research always meant that you read a book about something, make some notes, repeat both until you understood what it was about and then just do it. He didn't have any idea what Padma understood under research until he saw it with his own eyes.
Padma was not only a fish in the water. She was thriving. They had to conjure extra tables for her. Harry had lost count of how many books she was referencing at once, she was making lists of questions, possible answers, references and sources for that, possibilities and basic structures. She took her first break after ten hours. They stayed for a whole day in the room on her first day. She seemed to be ecstatic at the idea of working like this without the time limitations of normal school days. Hermione was right at her side when she wasn't giving Harry the express tour of fifth and sixth year Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
He knew that these mainly theoretical subjects were not his strong sides. Harry would have loved to have a little raven in his heart. The lion that was there was everything but useless however. He could be stubborn. He could be determined. And how could he quit when this was about Hermione's training? How could he do anything else when it was about her? When this was about their future?
After the first day Padma had given him a list of additional material they needed, mainly books of course. He had been happy to take on every practical aspect of this research. Be it supply or his input about the realisation of some of Padma's theoretical possibilities. He had included anything else they could need in his shopping trips. He pondered that if there were potions and spells that helped to learn a language, then there must be some to help learn in general. Those were more than frowned upon in school, even forbidden in exams of course. But that hardly mattered. The sooner he was up to speed in the subjects the sooner he had his control back.
In reality that meant however that he was walking around the school in a rather delusional state for the next few days. A spell had let him read faster than he could have recognize the words, let alone the meaning. A memory potion kept it in his head. Unfortunately it was pretty distracting to have his mind work itself through that chaos of information while at the same time doing things like walking, talking or eating. But at this rate he would not have to suffer for much longer this arithmancy-induced trauma.
Arithmancy was like mathematics. Kind of like a mouse and a dolphin were both mammals. But while mathematics with it's logic and structure was the ape under the mammals in a way it was very understandable why it belonged in that class, Arithmancy was like a platypus. Arithmancy was odd. Not only did numbers have a different value than they had in the muggle science, sometimes you had to consider the weather or your own hair colour in the calculation. The subject was just very unpredictable in the way it based itself upon rules and random occurrences. Try walking a straight line while your brain is making sense of all that at high speed.
In the meantime Padma and Hermione had worked through both the books he had from his own libraries on the subject as well as the foreign ones. They could obviously do it without the reading spell. Fortunately ordering these books was money well spend. One of them was written by a friend of the Master and while not describing the actual calculations it contained great detail about how the forging took place and the way the runes were arranged. One of the greek ones was like a journal of a Master and his choices for abilities and form of the iron. Another book, a kind of manual contained a kind of listing of the possible functions and their risks and side effects. Over all Padma was satisfied that they would be able to calculate a basic structure in a week with the information they had. After that they would be able to construct a basic test iron that could be used on something 'expendable' as Padma had called it. Harry was happy about the progress, but he was sure it would have to be him who would have to come up with something like that...
On the sixth day Harry had enough. He did not have a normal training session for a week. For the last five day he had been so drugged out on Arithmancy he barely felt Hermione's presence. Any feeling of control over her was more a far away thought. And he missed that. He needed it. He needed a break from the study. His brain had been munching on strange formulas and concepts for over two hundred hours in the last five days. He was seriously worried that he would go insane if he didn't take a break. He would wait for a while before he would do a similar crash course in Ancient Runes. Hopefully that subject would be a little bit more logically and easier on his mind. But he didn't regret what he had done.
He told Padma that their next session would not be based on studying but rather be very physical, and that he needed to be with Hermione in away other than study. She didn't want to lose the time, said that if they wanted to have a basic model by the end of next week it would be necessary that she was having the extra time. In the end they agreed that she could accompany them as long as she kept herself silent.
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It was Saturday. Hermione had readied herself for another long day in the room studying. On the plus side she loved to study, almost as much as Padma. The prospect to practically recreate a form of magic that had been lost for almost two centuries was exciting to say the least. She would have never thought to go so deep into those subjects. She had worked out theories with Padma in the last few days that were well above NEWT level, things she would never learn at Hogwarts. Of course it was exiting. On the down side she missed the firm hold Harry had over her. Her Master had done something insane for the last five days. She didn't think it would be possible to learn Arithmancy like he was doing it. Cramping as much as he could into his brain while they were in the room and let his mind work through it while they were 'outside'. Harry had been not only absentminded, he was disorientated and more than often unaware of his surroundings. She had tried to help him as much as possible, but she was worried that he was going to damage something 'up there'. She knew he was doing it for her. For them. And he would be up to speed very soon. A day maybe two. She missed the control he expressed over her. But she had to be patient. It didn't help that she didn't have an orgasm since Harry had started his 'Arithmancy for the impatient' experiment. Hermione was horny as hell but she would just have to wait.
She was just about to check their foodbasket a final time while she waited for Harry and Padma when she heard him enter the suite. Before she could turn to greet him she heard his voice. It was as clear as ever again. And it was an order.
"Stay still."
She did. Of course she did. How could she not obey him when his full attention was again on her? She sensed him coming up behind her and felt his hand gently slide along her jawline. When his fingers passed her chin her Master took her neck firmly into his hand above her collar and pulled her head until the back of it touched what she suspected was his his forehead because she heard him inhale deeply. This was her Master. Not just 'Harry on Arithmancy' as he liked to call it. Her Master was back. That thought alone let her heart beat faster. She felt something else slide over her face and for a moment she saw black cloth before the blindfold was fastened over her eyes.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your back."
She began breathing faster when she felt she handcuffs click shut over her wrists. She was back under his control. She felt herself getting rather warm in the silk thong Harry had allowed her to wear today. The next thing she felt was her leash being clipped onto her collar. That was more than enough to get her head spinning. Being tugged along on a leash were the hottest memories she thought she had. But being blindfolded at the same time with her hands behind her back was even better. She recognised the smell of the soap in the bathroom. Her Master must have knotted her leash somewhere above her head. She could barely move. Maybe a step in every direction. She felt the wall behind her.
And she felt his eyes on her. Boring into her. Taking control. She could hear him breathing right in front of her. If she strained hard against her leash she could almost feel the heat of his body. She could smell him. She strained further forward. Maybe she would be able to feel his touch. She was getting so wet. She could feel him brushing against her clothes and moaned.
"...Master." she just whispered.
She felt a finger slide down from under her nose to her chin. "Shhhh... I am here my slave."
She moaned again when his finger wandered deeper down from between her collarbones over her blouse, between her breasts and over the front of her skirt. She would have loved to feel him on her panties. She wanted to show him how wet she was for him. Her pussy was pulsing and she clenched her ass to get a little more feeling out of the small buttplug she had been wearing most days. She hoped Harry would soon use a bigger one on her.
He was gone for an eternity. Maybe it was ten minutes. Hermione didn't know. It was hard to tell in the darkness. Shortly after she heard the knocking she felt him close again and her leash was loosened before she was led into the room. The anticipation didn't let her arousal drop again. She heard him breathe behind her, she felt his hand on her lower leg.
"Spread your legs, my slave." His voice was strong, so full and caring.
She put her feet as far apart as she could. His hand had stayed on her lowered leg. Now it wandered up, caressed the back of her knees, and went on further. She shivered when her Master softly touched the inside of her thighs. Any moment he could feel how wet she was. Hermione moaned when the hand stopped and slowly descended again. When he was nearly at her socks she felt the cold metal of the shackles encompass her lower legs. Harry repeated the same with her other leg. He went even a little higher on her thigh. What must have been a pole was connected to the shackles. Her feet were maybe two feet apart. It was hard for a moment to keep her balance when her knees trembled lightly.
She heard him rise behind her. He opened her handcuffs and put his hands around her. He lightly touched her breast as he pulled her robes of her. Hermione moaned again. Her hands were soon cuffed above her head, each high and to the side.
He was behind her. One hand was on her stomach. Her Master held her so close. Hermione let her head fall back on his shoulder. She felt his ear on her cheek. His other hand was caressing her side, steadily wandering toward her ass. She moaned again and breathed heavily against his hand on her stomach when she felt his fingers slide under her skirt and between her asscheeks, pressing against her buttplug. His quiet voice could not have been more filled with his control over her if he had shouted an order.
"I got you, my slave... my dear slut... I missed you..."
Merlin how she had missed this the last week. She just could let go. Let herself fall into the darkness. Into a world where there was only his touch. Only his voice. Only her Master and his control over her. A world where she was at his total mercy, where he could do whatever he wanted to her. A world where there was only her Master.
She turned her head to sense his scent a little better. The heat of his head on her face. The circular motions her Master applied to her buttplug could be felt deep in her ass. Hermione freely moaned into his ear, trying to show him how good that sensation was. She was getting so hot. She was so safe with him. So save and horny. She was getting slowly closer just from what her Master did to her ass when he shifted his grip forward. The heel of his hand was still applying movement to the plug, but his fingers were now free to play with her pussy. She felt him shift her thong to the side. His fingertips were running along her slit, gently brushing her clit. His hand was wet in seconds. Her moans were coming deep from her throat. The sounds of pure lust.
"There is no hurry, my slave... we have all the time in the world... don't try to cum yet... just let yourself fall... I got you..."
There was nothing but the feeling of his fingers... He held her so close. Without her eyes to see, without any distractions there was just what she felt. He took such good care of her. He never brought her too close. She never had to worry about asking permission to cum. She had to worry about nothing. She just basked in this heaven he let her feel. With every breath she moaned the pleasure she felt into his ear, filling her lungs along with her body for a new round in an endless circle. She had long forgotten where she was. She was with him. She had forgotten how long she was drowning in the sea of her sensations. He got her...
When she surfaced again he was holding her with both hands. She was still in the dark, standing with her hands above her. Her pussy was still pumping heat through her body. Her Master was still behind her. She could feel how wet her legs were. His voice just a whisper.
"Padma is watching you... I think she liked what she saw..."
Hermione didn't know if she should be shocked. She was not thinking clearly yet. She didn't know if it was embarrassment that rushed through her joining the feeling of safety as arousing excitement. She groaned.
Her Master began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "... do you want to show her your breast? ...how hard your nipples are?"
Her voice was hoarse. "... Yes, Master." She was panting at the thought of being exposed to Padma. Her breasts were heaving as her blouse fell open. Her Master took them in his hands, massaging them firmly through her bra. The next moment that piece of underwear was gone. Her nipples were between his fingers. Her Master was twisting them just right. It hurt so sweet. Hermione arched her back and groaned.
"...what about your pussy? ... she always wants to know how wet you are ..."
Her thoughts were a blur. She just knew how hot it would be to let Padma see her wetness.
"Please Master... please show her my pussy." She was barely understandable between the moans. She felt him let go of her breasts a moment later he was gone from behind her. Hermione recognized the tickle from a switching charm and she was naked. Apart from her shoes and socks. She felt so displayed. Exposed... for Padma. She was panting, but tried to hear something. A moment later Harry was back. She felt the skin of his chest on her back. He was naked, too. Her Masters erection press into her lower back. Hermione tried to grind it with her ass. She could feel one of his hands wander down her stomach to her shaven pussy. He slowly pulled a finger through her lips and stopped when his fingertip reached her clit to slowly draw a few circles. The sound of her pleasure filled the whole room. Her arms were stretched above her while Harry pulled her hips into him.
"You are so wet, my slut... Do you want to show Padma how you like to be fucked?"
Her answer was not easy to understand but it was clearly an affirmation. Her Master had both his hands on her hips to make sure he could enter her with the pace he chose. Slow and steady. When her Master was finally filling her fully he was even pressing her buttplug deeper into her. The sensation was all over her body. She could not move. She could not see. There was nothing to hear but her moans. There was only the feeling of his cock slowly moving in her. She felt so full. It felt so good, she was sure there were tears on her face. Merlin, she loved being fucked by her Master.
Suddenly there was another hand. Just touching her low on her ribcage. She could still feel both of her Masters hands on her hips. That must be Padma... The thought alone made her moans more throaty. She tried to sense her, but there was only one hand. No... a second one on her other side. They were both wandering up and down her sides while her Master was fucking her faster. Hermione could not pant fast enough. Her mind was spinning in darkness and lust. She tried to stretch her neck to maybe reach Padma. But there were only her hands. Her gentle hands sliding inch by inch toward her breasts, feeling so soft while he set her pussy on fire. She was spinning fast toward her climax, but her Master kept her from getting out of control.
Padma's hands felt delicious on her breast. She just lightly brushed over her erect nipples. Hermione was getting so unbelievable hot from these light caresses while her Master had begun to fuck her rather hard. If she could have talked between her moaning she would have begged her to touch her more and pleaded her Master to fuck her harder. Her ass was on fire by the small plug alone. Ever time he pumped into her the base of the plug was stretching her ass a little wider.
One of the raven's 'claws' was lightly scratching his way up her neck, around her head. She felt Padma's breath on her face. She could smell her. Padma face was just inches in front of hers. Hermione's mouth was already opened slightly to breath fast enough. She felt her friend nibble on her upper lip and tried to catch Padma's mouth with hers. She groaned in frustration when the indian girl's mouth vanished again. She was getting so close. Her Master was fucking her freely. So close... Padma was still holding her head. Her other hand left Hermione's breast and slid around her. There was a moment of hesitation.
The next second Padma pulled herself close. Hermione could feel the girls clothed breast pressing into hers. She felt Padma trying to touch as much of her body as she could. And she felt the Ravenclaw's mouth return for a full force french kiss. Padma held her head firmly and Hermione was more than eager to kiss her back. Her body was on fire. She would come at any moment. She wanted to ask permission. But she couldn't even get her mouth free enough to breathe. Padma's kiss was not as calculating as last time. It was wild and she noticed that Padma was panting as well, that her friend was as hot as she was. Their mouths never left the other's as they shared their breath. Hermione's last thought was that it would be too late to even try to ask her Master. She didn't know if he had already spent himself into her. All the felt was her orgasm explode in her lower body, washing over her while she was wildly snogging the indian girl. She thought she could hear herself scream in the darkness. The next moment she knew nothing.
When she awoke again she was lying on the bed. She was still blindfolded and her hands were cuffed again behind her back. She knew there was a punishment waiting for her, because she didn't ask permission... and because of what she did last week. But she was happy.
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A/N
1.1k of Luna fun
1.9k to bring the plot along
and 2.5k of hot fluff (to help daria's nomination along)
How is the mix? Why should there be more of what?
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 18 – The mind of a raven
"... and you should see her eyes. They are like her arms. I think she has great breasts. She must have... with those pigtails. You have seen her today, Harry. What do you think?"
Luna was on this little get-together even more excited as she was on the last. Hermione had barely recounted the second step ceremony when the blond Ravenclaw had begun to tell them everything she knew about a certain fourteen year old Hufflepuff. Hermione wasn't sure if she should be disappointed that she had not yet the opportunity to even mention what happened afterwards. But Luna could be a force of nature. She was more than proving it this evening. Had she been a little ashamed on the first step party to be able to somehow know their answers and thoughts, this evening she was not shy about it. Had she been 'only' happy the other night, now she was euphoric which meant that she was constantly answering herself or the unspoken mental comments of Harry, Ron, Hermione or Padma. Ron seemed to have the loudest brain which had resulted in her rather explicit self-discussion of Ron's fantasies regarding lesbian sex and how hot it would be to witness that. Ron had retired early at the time those tales began to include names of female students and teachers. Maybe he had left out of embarrassment, his face was red enough. Maybe he really had to 'show' Lavender something... But it was hard not to be happy for Luna.
"...yes, I know Harry. She is a third year. But that's not disturbing. She is just two year younger than me. And just because you waited until sixth year to have any idea about what to do with a girl doesn't make her a late bloomer, too. Can you tell me the password for the Hufflepuffs? All those dirty talk from Ron made me horny..."
Well, sometimes it was not all that hard. But Harry was surprised at himself. He had not a real problem with what Luna was doing. However she was doing it. After his rather bad experiences with Legilimency and other invasions of his privacy, he would have thought that he'd be more angry at the fact that Luna knew what was on his mind.
"... that's because I am your friend, Harry." she had said. Somehow she had been right. He just had stopped using his voice and had hoped that the worst part of Luna's crush would be over sometime. Now he wondered if he really wanted to know what Luna would do with that password...
"Oh, don't worry. I promise not to get her pregnant. I told her that I turned some of my underwear blue and bronze. I offered to make hers black and yellow. She said that if I did she would wear them. I just figured that the easiest way to get to the pair she is wearing is while she was asleep. Do you think she will like the surprise?"
And you think she is the type of girl who would like that? She might as well be scared off because someone sneaked into her bed and cast a jinx on her. Wouldn't it be more fun if she was awake, Luna? he just thought intently.
Luna made a very dreamily expression. "...it's good that the jinx needs contact..."
Harry chuckled. Yeah, you could make it stripes ...and colour each at a time. You are quite eager to get into her panties, huh?
Luna got even dreamier. "Hmmmm..."
Is that another thing you just know? That she would like that?
She focused a little more on him. "She is so shy... she thought about kissing me at breakfast. But she would never bring herself to do that."
Harry looked at her for a moment. You know I would never tell anyone a password just so they could sneak into a girls bed... what was it anyway? ...'Helga's humility'?... yeah... that's it.
Dreamy was back. "Hmmmm..."
'Talking' to Luna was kind of fun. Padma and Hermione were off the side on one of the couches in deep discussion. They were more uncomfortable with this kind of communication. Probably because they could not stop wondering how Luna was doing it.
"I don't know either, Harry." Luna said absentmindedly.
So how much do you know about what Hermione and I are doing?
"I know how much you want it. And how much she does. I know how much you want it kept a secret even if you would like to proclaim it to all the world. I know that you barely trust anyone with it, even if you don't really care what people think... You are worried I know too much. You don't know if you can trust me as much as you do without knowing how I 'tick'. I know strange things, Harry. ...I know Hermione was leashed to a rack in a male clothing store yesterday while she was sitting beside me in the great hall ... I try to forget most of it since I should not know..." Her voice was her quiet sing-song, but she sounded a little sad.
How could Harry not feel guilty when she said it like that.
"Don't. I understand why you have to be the one to control it. I am glad you let Padma help with the Arithmancy... Anything I can do? I rather like helping Hermione. Do you want me to take an oath as well?"
It really helped that Harry was not asking himself how Luna knew about that. If you are offering I will of course accept. But I wanted the oath from Padma because Hermione's life may very well be in her hands. When you are using her I doubt it is a matter of life and death... But that reminds me. She was rather excited about the accident you had in her mouth. Maybe when we have a better understanding about the branding iron, you could let that happen again. Would you do that for Hermione?
Luna smiled happily. "That sounds like much more fun than Arithmancy."
It surely does. However I think drinking your pee is a pretty big step for her. Let us wait with that for a while... maybe next month... we have work to do first. The fun has to wait a little...
Luna eyes followed something through the air above Hermione's head.
Harry made his thoughts more concious again before Luna would tell him what kind of animal was flying there. So, Luna, you told us everything about this girl... everything but her name.
"Oh... I want to wait asking her that until we are at least on kissing terms..." Her eyes were still moving wildly through the room.
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Harry, Hermione and Padma were in the bathroom of the head girl's suite not two hours after Luna excused herself to visit the Hufflepuffs. They were waiting for them to leave the main room. Harry got used to idea of their future selves wandering in the next room, but he didn't know how Padma would take it. This would be her first time. That was the main reason Harry chose to use the 'bathroom way' rather than travelling back under the cloak back first. This way they could end their sessions almost any time should Padma be too uncomfortable with the idea of being forbidden to leave the room. She had returned to the Ravenclaw tower shortly to fetch some of her private collection on Arithmancy, spellcrafting and runes to complement Hermione's. In the meantime they had organized enough food to let their session last as long as it would have to take.
"Did you give Luna the password for the Hufflepuffs, Harry? I don't want to think about what happens should Professor Sprout catch her." Padma sounded nervous, but Harry guessed Luna was not the main reason.
His voice was confident as ever. "Don't worry, Padma. I never actually told her. Who knows from where she picked that up..." There was the knock on the door. "Ah, here we go."
Harry led them into the room and chained Hermione to the table first thing. Padma was surprised that Hermione did not seem to even notice the chain, but rather just set the basket from the kitchen to the side and opened her bookbag to empty it on the table. She had to ask her about that later. Her attention was shifted quite easily to the books Harry pulled from his own satchel. She had not to worry about the aspects of time travel or the chain when there was the familiarity of unread books readily available. So she picked up one small tome with medieval greek writing on it's cover. She frowned.
"Have you thought about how we will be able to read this, Harry? Hermione said your only comment about it was 'That's where the magic comes in'. I hope you don't think you can cast a quick translation charm on it and that's it."
He knew she was nervous and that she could sound a little unfriendly when she was. He had looked into the methods of translation when he found the books listed in the foreign countries. His first idea was indeed a charm. 'Let just magic do what you can't'. But it did not work like that with a translation charm. To translate a text with that charm you had to know both languages. For a precise translation you had to know all the words in it. He would probably be able to cast it on a manual for a muggle radio so that Ron could understand the words, but for the books from Hungary and Greece it was only an option if he found someone who knew both the languages and could be trusted enough to keep the content for himself. Finding someone they could trust would be the hard part, because apparently there were enough spells and potion to help a wizard learn a language. The late Mr. Crouch Sr. had even made a hobby out of it. Fortunately there were other methods available to him. Because the Blacks were the Blacks and the ministry was the ministry.
He laid something wrapped in cloth on the table. "Sometimes I like to be the Head of the Blacks just for the toys. Some of them are so good, the ministry wants nobody to play with them..." He saw both of them lancing worried at the object while he unwrapped it. "Don't look like that. It's not dangerous. It was banned because it is too useful... and because they couldn't find out how it works. Dokfank recognized it. He didn't know it's name but apparently it can translate anything. Even destroyed ministry records. They didn't like that." He held it out in front of him. It was a piece of normal looking glass with a baroque metal frame, maybe the size of a normal book cover. It looked old and well used. The glass was a bit blind at places. "I call it.... the translation glass."
He had hoped to lighten the mood with his little overly dramatic behaviour. And Hermione's little giggle told him that it worked. Padma was rather eager to test it.
Apparently the glass translated anything into the first language a person learned. In Harry's case it was English, for Dokfank some runic gobbledegook, for Padma it was Hindi. She had to translate it into English for herself... or use the translation charm.
But Harry knew the glass was just an easy solution for a problem they may not even have. What he had a problem with was the fact that he would and could not be in control of the research as long as he was not up to speed in Arithmancy. It didn't feel right to give up the control over that part of their training and grant Padma free reign over how to do the research. If there was a better way Harry didn't know it. He would just have to learn and get through it.
And over the next five days he learned a lot. And not only about Arithmancy. He learned for example why he was not in Ravenclaw. That didn't mean he was stupid or too lazy to read a book without pictures. He was neither. But for him the word research always meant that you read a book about something, make some notes, repeat both until you understood what it was about and then just do it. He didn't have any idea what Padma understood under research until he saw it with his own eyes.
Padma was not only a fish in the water. She was thriving. They had to conjure extra tables for her. Harry had lost count of how many books she was referencing at once, she was making lists of questions, possible answers, references and sources for that, possibilities and basic structures. She took her first break after ten hours. They stayed for a whole day in the room on her first day. She seemed to be ecstatic at the idea of working like this without the time limitations of normal school days. Hermione was right at her side when she wasn't giving Harry the express tour of fifth and sixth year Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
He knew that these mainly theoretical subjects were not his strong sides. Harry would have loved to have a little raven in his heart. The lion that was there was everything but useless however. He could be stubborn. He could be determined. And how could he quit when this was about Hermione's training? How could he do anything else when it was about her? When this was about their future?
After the first day Padma had given him a list of additional material they needed, mainly books of course. He had been happy to take on every practical aspect of this research. Be it supply or his input about the realisation of some of Padma's theoretical possibilities. He had included anything else they could need in his shopping trips. He pondered that if there were potions and spells that helped to learn a language, then there must be some to help learn in general. Those were more than frowned upon in school, even forbidden in exams of course. But that hardly mattered. The sooner he was up to speed in the subjects the sooner he had his control back.
In reality that meant however that he was walking around the school in a rather delusional state for the next few days. A spell had let him read faster than he could have recognize the words, let alone the meaning. A memory potion kept it in his head. Unfortunately it was pretty distracting to have his mind work itself through that chaos of information while at the same time doing things like walking, talking or eating. But at this rate he would not have to suffer for much longer this arithmancy-induced trauma.
Arithmancy was like mathematics. Kind of like a mouse and a dolphin were both mammals. But while mathematics with it's logic and structure was the ape under the mammals in a way it was very understandable why it belonged in that class, Arithmancy was like a platypus. Arithmancy was odd. Not only did numbers have a different value than they had in the muggle science, sometimes you had to consider the weather or your own hair colour in the calculation. The subject was just very unpredictable in the way it based itself upon rules and random occurrences. Try walking a straight line while your brain is making sense of all that at high speed.
In the meantime Padma and Hermione had worked through both the books he had from his own libraries on the subject as well as the foreign ones. They could obviously do it without the reading spell. Fortunately ordering these books was money well spend. One of them was written by a friend of the Master and while not describing the actual calculations it contained great detail about how the forging took place and the way the runes were arranged. One of the greek ones was like a journal of a Master and his choices for abilities and form of the iron. Another book, a kind of manual contained a kind of listing of the possible functions and their risks and side effects. Over all Padma was satisfied that they would be able to calculate a basic structure in a week with the information they had. After that they would be able to construct a basic test iron that could be used on something 'expendable' as Padma had called it. Harry was happy about the progress, but he was sure it would have to be him who would have to come up with something like that...
On the sixth day Harry had enough. He did not have a normal training session for a week. For the last five day he had been so drugged out on Arithmancy he barely felt Hermione's presence. Any feeling of control over her was more a far away thought. And he missed that. He needed it. He needed a break from the study. His brain had been munching on strange formulas and concepts for over two hundred hours in the last five days. He was seriously worried that he would go insane if he didn't take a break. He would wait for a while before he would do a similar crash course in Ancient Runes. Hopefully that subject would be a little bit more logically and easier on his mind. But he didn't regret what he had done.
He told Padma that their next session would not be based on studying but rather be very physical, and that he needed to be with Hermione in away other than study. She didn't want to lose the time, said that if they wanted to have a basic model by the end of next week it would be necessary that she was having the extra time. In the end they agreed that she could accompany them as long as she kept herself silent.
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It was Saturday. Hermione had readied herself for another long day in the room studying. On the plus side she loved to study, almost as much as Padma. The prospect to practically recreate a form of magic that had been lost for almost two centuries was exciting to say the least. She would have never thought to go so deep into those subjects. She had worked out theories with Padma in the last few days that were well above NEWT level, things she would never learn at Hogwarts. Of course it was exiting. On the down side she missed the firm hold Harry had over her. Her Master had done something insane for the last five days. She didn't think it would be possible to learn Arithmancy like he was doing it. Cramping as much as he could into his brain while they were in the room and let his mind work through it while they were 'outside'. Harry had been not only absentminded, he was disorientated and more than often unaware of his surroundings. She had tried to help him as much as possible, but she was worried that he was going to damage something 'up there'. She knew he was doing it for her. For them. And he would be up to speed very soon. A day maybe two. She missed the control he expressed over her. But she had to be patient. It didn't help that she didn't have an orgasm since Harry had started his 'Arithmancy for the impatient' experiment. Hermione was horny as hell but she would just have to wait.
She was just about to check their foodbasket a final time while she waited for Harry and Padma when she heard him enter the suite. Before she could turn to greet him she heard his voice. It was as clear as ever again. And it was an order.
"Stay still."
She did. Of course she did. How could she not obey him when his full attention was again on her? She sensed him coming up behind her and felt his hand gently slide along her jawline. When his fingers passed her chin her Master took her neck firmly into his hand above her collar and pulled her head until the back of it touched what she suspected was his his forehead because she heard him inhale deeply. This was her Master. Not just 'Harry on Arithmancy' as he liked to call it. Her Master was back. That thought alone let her heart beat faster. She felt something else slide over her face and for a moment she saw black cloth before the blindfold was fastened over her eyes.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your back."
She began breathing faster when she felt she handcuffs click shut over her wrists. She was back under his control. She felt herself getting rather warm in the silk thong Harry had allowed her to wear today. The next thing she felt was her leash being clipped onto her collar. That was more than enough to get her head spinning. Being tugged along on a leash were the hottest memories she thought she had. But being blindfolded at the same time with her hands behind her back was even better. She recognised the smell of the soap in the bathroom. Her Master must have knotted her leash somewhere above her head. She could barely move. Maybe a step in every direction. She felt the wall behind her.
And she felt his eyes on her. Boring into her. Taking control. She could hear him breathing right in front of her. If she strained hard against her leash she could almost feel the heat of his body. She could smell him. She strained further forward. Maybe she would be able to feel his touch. She was getting so wet. She could feel him brushing against her clothes and moaned.
"...Master." she just whispered.
She felt a finger slide down from under her nose to her chin. "Shhhh... I am here my slave."
She moaned again when his finger wandered deeper down from between her collarbones over her blouse, between her breasts and over the front of her skirt. She would have loved to feel him on her panties. She wanted to show him how wet she was for him. Her pussy was pulsing and she clenched her ass to get a little more feeling out of the small buttplug she had been wearing most days. She hoped Harry would soon use a bigger one on her.
He was gone for an eternity. Maybe it was ten minutes. Hermione didn't know. It was hard to tell in the darkness. Shortly after she heard the knocking she felt him close again and her leash was loosened before she was led into the room. The anticipation didn't let her arousal drop again. She heard him breathe behind her, she felt his hand on her lower leg.
"Spread your legs, my slave." His voice was strong, so full and caring.
She put her feet as far apart as she could. His hand had stayed on her lowered leg. Now it wandered up, caressed the back of her knees, and went on further. She shivered when her Master softly touched the inside of her thighs. Any moment he could feel how wet she was. Hermione moaned when the hand stopped and slowly descended again. When he was nearly at her socks she felt the cold metal of the shackles encompass her lower legs. Harry repeated the same with her other leg. He went even a little higher on her thigh. What must have been a pole was connected to the shackles. Her feet were maybe two feet apart. It was hard for a moment to keep her balance when her knees trembled lightly.
She heard him rise behind her. He opened her handcuffs and put his hands around her. He lightly touched her breast as he pulled her robes of her. Hermione moaned again. Her hands were soon cuffed above her head, each high and to the side.
He was behind her. One hand was on her stomach. Her Master held her so close. Hermione let her head fall back on his shoulder. She felt his ear on her cheek. His other hand was caressing her side, steadily wandering toward her ass. She moaned again and breathed heavily against his hand on her stomach when she felt his fingers slide under her skirt and between her asscheeks, pressing against her buttplug. His quiet voice could not have been more filled with his control over her if he had shouted an order.
"I got you, my slave... my dear slut... I missed you..."
Merlin how she had missed this the last week. She just could let go. Let herself fall into the darkness. Into a world where there was only his touch. Only his voice. Only her Master and his control over her. A world where she was at his total mercy, where he could do whatever he wanted to her. A world where there was only her Master.
She turned her head to sense his scent a little better. The heat of his head on her face. The circular motions her Master applied to her buttplug could be felt deep in her ass. Hermione freely moaned into his ear, trying to show him how good that sensation was. She was getting so hot. She was so safe with him. So save and horny. She was getting slowly closer just from what her Master did to her ass when he shifted his grip forward. The heel of his hand was still applying movement to the plug, but his fingers were now free to play with her pussy. She felt him shift her thong to the side. His fingertips were running along her slit, gently brushing her clit. His hand was wet in seconds. Her moans were coming deep from her throat. The sounds of pure lust.
"There is no hurry, my slave... we have all the time in the world... don't try to cum yet... just let yourself fall... I got you..."
There was nothing but the feeling of his fingers... He held her so close. Without her eyes to see, without any distractions there was just what she felt. He took such good care of her. He never brought her too close. She never had to worry about asking permission to cum. She had to worry about nothing. She just basked in this heaven he let her feel. With every breath she moaned the pleasure she felt into his ear, filling her lungs along with her body for a new round in an endless circle. She had long forgotten where she was. She was with him. She had forgotten how long she was drowning in the sea of her sensations. He got her...
When she surfaced again he was holding her with both hands. She was still in the dark, standing with her hands above her. Her pussy was still pumping heat through her body. Her Master was still behind her. She could feel how wet her legs were. His voice just a whisper.
"Padma is watching you... I think she liked what she saw..."
Hermione didn't know if she should be shocked. She was not thinking clearly yet. She didn't know if it was embarrassment that rushed through her joining the feeling of safety as arousing excitement. She groaned.
Her Master began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "... do you want to show her your breast? ...how hard your nipples are?"
Her voice was hoarse. "... Yes, Master." She was panting at the thought of being exposed to Padma. Her breasts were heaving as her blouse fell open. Her Master took them in his hands, massaging them firmly through her bra. The next moment that piece of underwear was gone. Her nipples were between his fingers. Her Master was twisting them just right. It hurt so sweet. Hermione arched her back and groaned.
"...what about your pussy? ... she always wants to know how wet you are ..."
Her thoughts were a blur. She just knew how hot it would be to let Padma see her wetness.
"Please Master... please show her my pussy." She was barely understandable between the moans. She felt him let go of her breasts a moment later he was gone from behind her. Hermione recognized the tickle from a switching charm and she was naked. Apart from her shoes and socks. She felt so displayed. Exposed... for Padma. She was panting, but tried to hear something. A moment later Harry was back. She felt the skin of his chest on her back. He was naked, too. Her Masters erection press into her lower back. Hermione tried to grind it with her ass. She could feel one of his hands wander down her stomach to her shaven pussy. He slowly pulled a finger through her lips and stopped when his fingertip reached her clit to slowly draw a few circles. The sound of her pleasure filled the whole room. Her arms were stretched above her while Harry pulled her hips into him.
"You are so wet, my slut... Do you want to show Padma how you like to be fucked?"
Her answer was not easy to understand but it was clearly an affirmation. Her Master had both his hands on her hips to make sure he could enter her with the pace he chose. Slow and steady. When her Master was finally filling her fully he was even pressing her buttplug deeper into her. The sensation was all over her body. She could not move. She could not see. There was nothing to hear but her moans. There was only the feeling of his cock slowly moving in her. She felt so full. It felt so good, she was sure there were tears on her face. Merlin, she loved being fucked by her Master.
Suddenly there was another hand. Just touching her low on her ribcage. She could still feel both of her Masters hands on her hips. That must be Padma... The thought alone made her moans more throaty. She tried to sense her, but there was only one hand. No... a second one on her other side. They were both wandering up and down her sides while her Master was fucking her faster. Hermione could not pant fast enough. Her mind was spinning in darkness and lust. She tried to stretch her neck to maybe reach Padma. But there were only her hands. Her gentle hands sliding inch by inch toward her breasts, feeling so soft while he set her pussy on fire. She was spinning fast toward her climax, but her Master kept her from getting out of control.
Padma's hands felt delicious on her breast. She just lightly brushed over her erect nipples. Hermione was getting so unbelievable hot from these light caresses while her Master had begun to fuck her rather hard. If she could have talked between her moaning she would have begged her to touch her more and pleaded her Master to fuck her harder. Her ass was on fire by the small plug alone. Ever time he pumped into her the base of the plug was stretching her ass a little wider.
One of the raven's 'claws' was lightly scratching his way up her neck, around her head. She felt Padma's breath on her face. She could smell her. Padma face was just inches in front of hers. Hermione's mouth was already opened slightly to breath fast enough. She felt her friend nibble on her upper lip and tried to catch Padma's mouth with hers. She groaned in frustration when the indian girl's mouth vanished again. She was getting so close. Her Master was fucking her freely. So close... Padma was still holding her head. Her other hand left Hermione's breast and slid around her. There was a moment of hesitation.
The next second Padma pulled herself close. Hermione could feel the girls clothed breast pressing into hers. She felt Padma trying to touch as much of her body as she could. And she felt the Ravenclaw's mouth return for a full force french kiss. Padma held her head firmly and Hermione was more than eager to kiss her back. Her body was on fire. She would come at any moment. She wanted to ask permission. But she couldn't even get her mouth free enough to breathe. Padma's kiss was not as calculating as last time. It was wild and she noticed that Padma was panting as well, that her friend was as hot as she was. Their mouths never left the other's as they shared their breath. Hermione's last thought was that it would be too late to even try to ask her Master. She didn't know if he had already spent himself into her. All the felt was her orgasm explode in her lower body, washing over her while she was wildly snogging the indian girl. She thought she could hear herself scream in the darkness. The next moment she knew nothing.
When she awoke again she was lying on the bed. She was still blindfolded and her hands were cuffed again behind her back. She knew there was a punishment waiting for her, because she didn't ask permission... and because of what she did last week. But she was happy.
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A/N
1.1k of Luna fun
1.9k to bring the plot along
and 2.5k of hot fluff (to help daria's nomination along)
How is the mix? Why should there be more of what?
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