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Another different way of looking at things

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So, here it goes...

Chapter 20 – Full schedules

This is different. Hermione tried not to think too much. "Are you ready?" His voice was quiet. She knew why. This was harder on him then it was on her. Hermione just nodded. It was a sudden pain. It always was. Only the blink of an eye between the light touch of his wand between her shoulder blades and the bright flare of a the tearing, burning pain. She resisted the urge to arch her back and just scream it out. This was only the beginning. She held her breath and gritted her teeth. It was so hard to stay silent, to just stay still when it hurt so much. It felt like her back was tearing open when the centre of the pain wandered downwards. She had to hurry now to reach the right state of mind.

In one of the books Harry had her read there was a way described to deal with pain. How to keep breathing. Ways to block it in part. To concentrate on something else entirely, to just keep breathing. To try to relax enough to not cramp up entirely. Maybe it was Occlumency, maybe meditation. It didn't really matter really. When the pain hit she felt like the best organisation of her mind couldn't make a difference. When she fell into the pit of agony she just wanted it to stop. She wanted to be able, to be allowed to do something, anything to stop it. To roll on the ground, screaming, somehow protecting herself, screaming, escaping from the pain, screaming her soul out. It was so hard to stay still. It helped to have something else to concentrate on.

It was different when the pain was mixed with pleasure like she experienced in her training before the second step. Somehow it was the opposite. She could use that kind of pain. It was like fuel if there was pleasure alongside it. Her arousal had been taken to unbelievable height by it. She felt had felt like she was breathing fire. It was hot. Pure pain was not. If she would have been a masochist maybe she could enjoy it. But this she could only hope to endure.

Hermione made it just in time. Most times she went with something simple. Water. Swishing softly from one side to the other. Like her breath, in and out. At least she tried. The pain hammered at this little picture. Slowly he would increase the pain. More and more. Stabbing burning agony. She would desperately try to hold on to her picture. To keep on breathing. To not taste the blood from her bit tongue. Not to shake too much. She knew she was crying. And Harry would slowly push her limit. He had only the safeword spell to help him. And Harry increased the pain until her next breath was an eternity away. A point when it didn't matter any more how much she wanted to be able to stand it or how much she wanted to be able to take the mark he let her choose. She didn't want to fail. She wanted to show him that she could take it. At that point all that didn't matter anymore. She just wanted it to stop. And she just screamed. She broke down to the floor and just screamed at hard as she could when the pain pulled her out of the picture she had tried to protect herself with and it hit her tenfold.

They didn't talk much in these sessions. Harry let her rest for a short time. If necessary he would heal her tongue and give her a pepper-up potion. And then it would begin again. He tried not to show her how much he hated hurting her. But Hermione knew. The guilt about what she made him do was probably worse than the pain ever could be. She knew he was not a stranger to pain himself and she was afraid of what these sessions made him remember. She could not look at him when they were this way... When she made him do this to her.

Or rather for her. Harry did it to give her the mark she wanted to have. Even when it was so much more painful than a normal branding ever could be. Even when he had to push himself to hurt her so much. Even when he had to hate himself.

And she would not disappoint him. Every time she tried to hold out a little longer. After every time she thanked him for what he was doing. For giving her the chance to prove herself. To trust her enough to let her choose a mark that was as complicated and therefore painful as it could get. She would not disappoint him. She would learn to take much more pain. She would learn until she would be able to stand before the witness at her ceremony and take her Master mark without making a sound or moving a muscle.

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Most time in their room was however taken up by the calculation and design for the iron. Harry had chosen the form of the mark surprisingly fast after their successful test. Surprisingly because there was no crest for the united houses of Potter and Black yet. The union was not even half a year old and it was not very high on his priority list until now. While both houses still held their own crests, a new one concerning both houses had to be created. That was one of the things that could be done at Gringotts pretty fast, since it had to accommodate certain guidelines and had to be registered. The base form was a heptagon with at thin snake curling itself around it, finally biting in it's own tail. That was from the Blacks. The sign of the endless snake was typical for the family that was older than dirt. Inside the heptagon stood two feathers vertically and were overlain by a crossed wand and poleaxe. All three from the Potter crest.

As easy as it had been for Harry to choose the form as reluctant was Hermione again with her decision on the functions. They were lying in Harry's bathtub the evening before the calculations were to begin. He had just finished describing the form he created that afternoon. He had noticed her reluctance to tell him her choice.

"... so you have trouble deciding, Hermione?" His hands were idly soaping her breasts. "I thought you would have learned from Flourish & Blotts..."

Hermione leaned back into him. "... I know what I want, Harry. It's just ...complicated. Literally. It's not a matter of money this time..."

"You think the design of the spells is too hard for us to handle? That it will be too painful for you..?"

She sighed. "The spells can be adapted... I think. Between Padma, you and me we can make it. And the pain... the pain would probably be as bad as it could be.." She still hadn't said what her choice actually was.

"So you think what you want is too much to ask?"

She stayed silent.

"If I can't give you what you want... what are we doing here then? ...So, what is it?"

She took one of his hands in her and guided it down her stomach. "I want you to control me. ...my arousal. Through the mark..."

He was intrigued. "How would that work?" His hand cupped her pussy.

Hermione took a breath. "It's similar to the spell that attaches itself to the nerves around the heart so you could sense the heartbeat passively, and actively slow or fasten it. But instead of he heart, I want it attached to the nerves of my clitoris, vagina and anus... I want you to have control over them. I want you to always know how aroused I am ...and if you want to you could arouse me... or deny my arousal... just through the mark. If you want to you could make me cum everywhere... or keep me from it. I want you to control me that way, Harry. Always." Her voice had become husky.

"Hmm... a good choice." He cupped her pussy tightly and pressed a finger between her lips. He held her close with his other arm. "I like it. ...but marking you there... have you any idea how much it will hurt? How much I will have to train you to take such a mark silently?"

She put her hands firmly over his. "Yes... "

They were both silent for a moment. Both not happy at the thought.

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The next two weeks felt like a month for Harry. Basically because it was a month. Every day was at least forty hours long and filled with Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and pain. Harry and Hermione only took a few sweet hours to enjoy themselves in other ways. Padma never joined them. The Ravenclaw didn't seem to mind. On the contrary. While Harry had lost the arithmancically overview and even Hermione was often lost in detail, Padma seemed to thrive. She really paved their way while Harry and Hermione worked her theories into equations. Maybe she took it a bit over the top by 'allowing' private conversations only during breaktime. It didn't really work, of course, but Harry didn't know what they would do without Padma's focus. It was one thing to be determined, another to how to approach something like this. Over all, it was not fun for Harry. Not at all. Nobody said it would be. But he just had to look at Hermione and what she was suffering alongside him to know that it would be all worth it.

And it wasn't as if their pain and sweat was for nothing. At the end of these two weeks the runesets for the storing and channelling were calculated, checked and ready to be carved. The enchantment itself was for a good part ready to be checked. Which was more progress than Harry expected after he first heard about the fact that the mark will be parted into two due to the needed function. One would be placed just over her asscheeks. The other barely two inches above her pussylips below her naval. They had two weeks left to conclude the calculations on the enchantment, carve the runes in the iron and check the whole thing as good as they could.

However even when Padma was in her strict research-mode, Harry knew she was like this because it was her way of caring. It was not the first time he had to endure something because it was supposedly for his own good. But it was the first time he could see the good. That made it easier for him to surrender the control of the research to her. It was only the research, his control over Hermione never wavered. During meals or before sleeping they had time to talk about more personal matters. He didn't talk much about the time at the Dursleys but he learned for example why Padma was so different from her sister. He understood now why Hermione had become so fast friends with her all those years ago. But while Hermione's friendship with the indian girl had evolved over years in the library, his developed, like so much theses days, like a crash course. You can't spend weeks together with someone locked in a room without either getting to like or to hate the other. He would have said that they were friends before, why else would he have trusted her with Hermione, but in hindsight he had to admit it was not the same as the friendship he had with Hermione before she became his slave. After a month in the room he had come to like even the little things he disliked at first. Kind of like Ron's snoring. It was annoying at first, but part of him, something that made a person whole. For Padma it was primary the fact that she based her experience on books and was rather reluctant to make them into practice if she didn't see a reason to. On the other hand he liked that she didn't push her knowledge onto him, even when it was rather frustrating to ask everytime. Harry could more than emphasise with her grumpiness in the morning or her reluctance to talk about her feelings if she wasn't in the mood. And he liked her acceptance of the daily occurrences between Hermione and himself. The chain, for example, or what his slave was doing under the table between his legs during meals some days. She was reluctant at first to sleep in the same bed. But since Hermione was at the foot of the bed it was big enough to not disturb them. They just slept. The fact that he was sleeping in a bed together with two girls without getting frisky at all with either one was evidence enough that their time in the room was more work than fun.

While their time inside the room was focused solely on the iron, their lives outside of it were anything but. Sometimes it felt like a release for Harry to deal with something not as important, like a rather boring class, the bloody nose of a second year or the bliss to just fly in Quidditch practice. Other times it appeared like a distraction. There were more important things to do. He still left three or four times a week for Gringotts. Too often Harry had to use turner to make it back in time for whatever was next on the schedule. A prefect meeting, class, their next session in the room, practice. After a week he could do the Tempus spell without the incantation or wand movement. It was a strange life some days. But he wouldn't have it any other way. Taking up responsibility for two families and Hermione's life was a lot of work. Work, however, he wanted to do. It was his work, his responsibilities, his privileges and his life. Nobody was going to take that away from him. The more work it took, the farther he had to push himself, the more valuable it became.

One of the easier things was to conclude from whom Draco Malfoy knew. Easier because it was pretty obvious that it must have been Snape. The potions teacher was smart and observant enough to have figured it out. And Snape liked to play it from the shadows. First he had told McGonagall, as a concerned colleague of course. That didn't seem to have the desired effect. Next he informed Malfoy, probably hinting what a great opportunity it would be for blackmail. Certainly, Harry had no proof, but he suspected Snape witnessed Dumbledore playing with his life a little too long and was now trying to get his own profit out of him. Without an 'official' backer, Snape preferred to not do it out in the open. He showed no signs of involvement. Neither had Harry towards him. They had their status quo, Snape treated him like garbage, he tried to ignore it. Harry had other, more important things to do than to engage in shouting matches with Snape. But he would have to deal with him some day.

Some day came faster than Harry would have thought. It seemed that Snape was not as patient as anticipated and was getting frustrated that Harry had not shown any reactions to him so far. He credited it on the well known stupidity of the Potters and sneered at that. That expression was most prominent shortly before McGonagall asked Harry for a talk after class. He was glad she respected his wish to not hold such conversations in her office. He just didn't mix with some of the portraits. They used the transfiguration classroom instead. The Headmistress came straight to the point. Even when she could be harsh, McGonagall was always honest. She hated double talk as much as he did.

"It is not one of the duties of the Head Boy to threaten the life of another student." Her tone was disapproving.

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Malfoy? Draco 'My-father-is-going-to-kill-you' Malfoy? Well, if it is an excuse, I didn't threaten his life as one student to another. Do you want to know what that conversation was about?"

She looked sour. "I doubt it. However, Professor Snape seemed to take this threat to his student seriously. He is concerned your newfound ...determination may be harmful to other students."

He thought for a moment and had to grin. "Your potions master really is a Slytherin, hmm? First he came to you, out of concern for Hermione and my wellbeing. After you confirm Hermione's status he leaks this information to his favourite student, who then tries to blackmail me with it, and finally after that fails he comes to you again to paint me as dangerous."

She had to pause on that, too. Finally she shook her head. "Can't you and Severus just leave each other alone? I get enough of those implications and suspicions while dealing with the ministry, Harry."

Harry sat down on one of the tables. Her use of his first name was a sure sign that she was not talking as the Headmistress to the Head Boy anymore. "I try to avoid any confrontation with him inside your school... Minerva." It was still very new to call her that. "We have both reason for our hostility... I know he disliked my father as much as he liked my mother. I understand that seeing her eyes in his face must be agitating. However, hating someone just for the way the person looks... I don't know how that can be enough of a reason."

Her voice was not as strict anymore, but she still sounded frustrated. "And you have better reasons? Just because he is not a very friendly person..."

"You want to know them?" Harry asked calmly. She just nodded. "The main reason is that he is the man who brought Voldemort the prophecy. Snape knew my parents and me would be targets. If he is anything then he is smart. By telling Voldemort the prophecy Snape set that monster on a hellbent course to kill the man who mocked him in school and his family... Furthermore I don't believe he was oblivious to the fact that Sirius was not a death eater. But instead of mentioning that to Dumbledore he was quite content to let Sirius rot in prison for a dozen years and mock him afterwards until he was frustrated enough go out no matter what." He looked at the headmistress seriously. "I don't hate Snape because of anything he did to me here in school. If you want to call it hate then it is because of what Snape did to my parents and to my godfather. Of what he did to the last heads of the families I now represent."

McGonagall didn't seem to have known the connection between Snape and the prophecy, but she didn't want to talk about the past. "So, what now? Can I expect Professor Snape rushing into my office next because you threatened him? How far will this go, Harry? You know I can not condone that."

"No, there will be no threat. No warning either. He would not listen to anything I say."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"That means that if Hermione and I have to leave Hogwarts because Snape can't stop playing his games you will have to find a new potions teacher. Just imagine what would happen if the prophet gets wind of the information that Snape used Legilimency pretty randomly on the student body... All those families afraid their secrets are in the hands of a former death eater. In a time when Voldemort was in the open, too... But of course, all he did was forgiven. There is so much evidence of his redemption. Generations of students can vouch for his kind and generous character..."

She narrowed her eyes. "You would really do that, Harry?"

"Let him suffer for something he did?" He replied honestly, "I would have no problem with that. Should I, Minerva? Do you know of a reason why I should forgive him what he did?"

She didn't answer. Not immediately. "I will try to convince him again to keep silent. Should that not be enough... wait with whatever you have planned until I have had time to act first."

"Let's hope it does not come to that."

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The salve smelled not bad. A little like moss. It prevented nerve damage, relaxed muscles and was part of their daily routine. Hermione was lying on her stomach while he slowly massaged it into her lower back. Their routines were important as ever these days when their inner clock was just off. For example today was a Wednesday. A long Wednesday at that for Harry especially. He had a normal schoolday until leaving for Gringotts in the early afternoon for an hour. In reality he had to use the turner to make it back in time because the one hour had turned into eight hours of meetings and errands in London. After including a short nap he had returned to Hogwarts to finish the classes. After dinner Hermione, Padma and himself had used the room for over twenty-two hours with seven hours of sleep. Back out of the room he had finished his homework and checked that the prefects were doing their rounds. Now the clock showed it was eleven in the evening. It was still Wednesday. The little routine of applying the salve was his time to end the day, or better, to know when the day was ending. To ponder about the happenings of the day and what was to happen on the next. He as just alone with Hermione in the dim light of some candles. He liked that.

Harry finished rubbing the salve into the top of her asscheeks. He was not really tired. Hermione curled herself around his right leg and laid her head on his stomach. She looked up at him as he put a hand on her head. He looked at her for some time.

"We would be pretty screwed without Padma at the moment." It was a simple statement. They both knew it was true.

"We will help her as well, Harry." She hugged his leg a little tighter.

"I thought about that... Tell me, Hermione, you enjoy being touched by a girl and probably touching a girl yourself as well, as long as it was me who ordered or allowed it, don't you?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"And not without?"

Hermione hesitated. "I don't know. I never felt for a girl what I feel for you or... or felt for Ron sometimes."

"And I guess Padma doesn't know either... but I imagine it will matter to her."

She looked up at him in confusion.

"You don't think it will be important to her that, should she want to reciprocate, you not only enjoy it because you have no choice?"

Hermione suddenly understood. "Oh... what do you want me to do, Harry?"

He smiled at that. "That's the dilemma, isn't it? If I order you to be intimate with another girl you'd like it just because you'd feel my control... So I am not going to order you. I will just say that maybe you should find out. You will have to decide how for yourself. But I give you permission to cum should you need it for that."

"Yes, Harry." Hermione pondered who she could ask to help her with that before finally falling asleep. It was a very short list.

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A few days later Hermione was able to meet up with Luna. There wasn't much time a sixth year Ravenclaw shared with aseventh year Gryffindor. Most times they were seeing each other in passing these days. They met for occasions and the odd visit in the evening on other days. But Luna was pretty occupied at the moment with her new girlfriend, the third year Hufflepuff, who, as she had proudly proclaimed, was named Lena. Hermione still had to cringe alittle at the thought of their first names together. Luna had invited her to come by the room of requirements later.

Hermione didn't know Luna used the room. Since the DA had changed from a rather militant group to a more common club for defensive and other useful spells and for the lack of secrecy was no longer using the room of requirements, Hermione was not much in it. She didn't really know who was using it theses days. Obviously Luna was one of them. She didn't know what to expect the room to be. Or what to expect at all. Being Luna's friend meant mainly to leave expectations behind and being left with a feeling of certainty that whatever may happen, it will be strange in some way. Even when Luna was in one of her sane phases that feeling was there in the background. But Hermione liked the friendship. Luna created a strange little world around her and Hermione was as her friend part of it. And therefore a little strange as well. But such things didn't matter to Luna.

The room was another part of her world. It was quite spacey in places and cosy in others. One wall was just bark as if the room was attached to a giant tree. A nearby wall was more like agiant opening into a deep forest with other giant trees. The opposing wall was covered in what looked like the wallpaper of a children's room. It was printed with all kind of magical animal moving around. They were however very detailed and didn't look at all like they were made for children. The room was filled with quite old, sometimes even antique furniture. A sitting group with a desk, a low futon bed and a small kitchen. What was further odd about the room was that one side opened up completely to a beach with a clear view onto the ocean. Hermione decided as always to try not to think about the impossibility of something in the vicinity of Luna Lovegood to much. It didn't always work.

Luna sat on the patio with her feet in the sand. Hermione joined her. She noticed that Luna liked to shape clouds. The Ravenclaw gazed into the sky and wherever she looked the clouds were changing shape. She noticed Hermione's arrival only after a repeated greeting.

"Oh, hello Hermione." Her voice was so dreamy Hermione could barely understand her.

"Hey are you ok?"

"Of course. More than ever... come, sit down." Her voice became a little bit clearer.

Hermione decided to take off her shoes and socks. It was like when they entered 'their' room. You just had to leave everything outside behind. "I didn't know you could make the room that big. You could even go swimming..."

"That is not water..." Luna looked suddenly concerned. "Does it really hurt that much?"

It was sometimes hard to follow Luna in a conversation. The question had nothing to do with the ocean or the room. But it was not hard for Hermione to guess. They had finished a pain training not two hours ago. "It will be worth it, Luna..."

The Ravenclaw looked up to her clouds again. "I am glad Padma is helping you so much... oh, is that why you are here?"

Hermione was used to the fact that Luna liked to skip ahead a few thoughts sometime. This time she could not follow. "Why I am here?"

"Because you want to find out, like Padma, if you like girls."

Even when this was true, Hermione would have like to discuss this differently. She hesitated to nod. It seemed Luna didn't need an explanation. "Have you met Lena yet?"

Hermione relaxed and answered: "I have met her a few times, but we never had time to talk. She seems rather shy and I am Head Girl..."

Luna just gazed out on the ocean. "It would not be nice to cheat on her."

Hermione looked down. "I didn't mean to propose that. It's just..."

"...there aren't many who could help you." The tone was not accusing. Luna looked directly at her. Without blinking or focussing she quietly began to hum a melody. Hermione honestly didn't know what to say. Luna's face suddenly cleared and she got up and walked back into the room. The door opened and let the mentioned Hufflepuff into the room. Hermione gave Luna a minute and then followed her inside. It seemed Lena barely made it inside before her girlfriend reached her. They were standing there kissing softly.

Without the school robe Hermione saw for the first time how slim Lena really was. She was nearly as tall as Luna but the age difference was obvious. While Luna was well developed the third year had not yet acquired the same curves. It was also the first time she wore her light brown hair open. She had her arms around Luna and her eyes closed. Hermione hesitated to approach further, but a creaking floorboard resolved her dilemma as of what to do. Lena's eyes went wide and she broke the kiss. Luna however didn't let go of her hands and said quietly: "Don't worry. Hermione doesn't mind when we kiss..."

Hermione tried to reassure her further. "No, it's ok...Hi, Lena."

"Hi." The Hufflepuff shyly greeted back. Hermione noticed it was actually the first time she heard her speaking at all.

Luna let them to the couch and snuggled up behind her girlfriend on one end while Hermione sat down at the other. She had her arms tightly around the girls stomach and her head was resting on her shoulder. "I told you Hermione is not the big bad Head Girl... She is here today because she wants to find out if she likes to be with a girl."

Lena's hands tightened over Luna's. Even for Hermione it was not hard to guess what the third year was thinking. Luna however was prepared because when she was turning her head to look at the Ravenclaw her mouth was met with a searing kiss. At first Lena wanted to protest at the intrusion of Luna's tongue. They were not alone after all, but she also wanted the reassurance. She closed her eyes again and the kiss heated up. Luna began to caress her girlfriends stomach through the blouse. It was some time before they parted. "I don't suddenly stop wanting you because Hermione has bigger boobs. I like yours." Her hand rose over Lena's small breast and continued their massage there.

The Hufflepuff still had her eyes closed. Her head was tilted back and she was breathing heavier. "Luna... " She held her hands over Luna's to stop them, kept them however in place over her breasts. Lena again relaxed after a moment. She was still blushing when she looked down at Luna's hands.

Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off Luna's hands either. She felt like she was intruding, on the other hand she had never seen two girls like this before. "No, I am not here to steal Luna away from you."

"You are together with Harry Potter." Lena voice became a little firmer. Her hands dropped to her lap. Luna just held her. "Does he not make you happy?"

Hermione had to smile at that. "I am very happy. It's not that... It's complicated, I guess."

"Oh..." She was visibly getting more comfortable. "Hermione, you are friends with Ron Weasley, right?Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can. What has he done now?"

"No, it's not that. It's just... They say that Ron is good, you know, in bed, and my room mate Agnes, for the last week all she is talking about is if well, if she should do it. They say there is a list... " She gulped and hid behind her hair. "I know how good it can feel but... she has never spoken a word with him before. Do you think she should do it?"

Hermione's smile became more like a grimace. "I would say she should wait until she is sure she wants it." She shook her head. "Oh, Ron... This is going to end badly, isn't it, Luna?"

Her dreamy voice was coming from behind Lena's head."He was always a little slow in seeing the downside of something he was enthusiastic about....Hmm, peppermint."

Lena turned her head around. "Do you like it?"

"You always know I do..." From the sound of it, Hermione guessed, they were kissing again. Luna opened blindly one of Lena's blouse buttons and slid a hand inside. The Hufflepuff held on to Luna legs and arched her back. She made a muffled yelping sound inside Luna's mouth and deepened the kiss. It was not hard for Hermione to see what the Ravenclaw was doing with the girls nipple.

Luna broke the kiss and pulled her girlfriend closer with her free hand. This time she was asking. "Do you like it?"

Lena was catching her breath. "You know I do." She bit her lip and swallowed a moan. Her face bore a new shade of red when she faced Hermione in front of her again.

Hermione had to admit to herself that it was hot. Witnessing the affection between the two girls not three feet in front of her was getting to her. Maybe the air was just charged with it or maybe it was just how easy the young girl was aroused by by Luna's ministrations. "I like that too when Harry does this to my breasts..." She pulled up one leg to sit on the foot. It was nice to have it pressing into her.

This time Luna didn't stop and kept playing with her girlfriend. Lena tilted her head back and Luna whispered something in her ear. The third year stiffened momentarily until Luna whispered something else after kissing her ear. She relaxed a little and nodded, turning her head to reach Luna's mouth. Hermione could only stare as Lena pulled up both her feet to her bum and spread them a little to grant Luna's hand free access under her skirt. She could clearly see the young girls labia covered in her black and yellow striped panties. Luna's fingertips went straight over where the girls clit must have been and applied a rotating pressure. Hermione tried to sit a little harder on the ball of her foot. She could not keep her eyes away from what Luna was doing. Lena was panting heavily by now. Her sounds were still muffled through the unbroken kiss. One button after another of her blouse were opened until Hermione could the the small A-cup breasts with the erect angry red nipples. Luna was starting again to play with them, twist and pull them till Lena was grinding herself onto Luna's other hand. She had to break the kiss to moan. After several minutes she started to shiver. Her eyes were even closed when she came.

Thy were silent for several minutes. Luna spoke first. "Do you want to do the same to me, Hermione?"

She didn't know. Of course, she was hot. How could she not. But it was different without the feeling of Harry's control. There was not the feeling of having no choice, no humiliation or embarrassment that made her so wet when Padma had touched her. Or when she had actually Luna's pussy covering her face. Did she want to touch Luna in this way? To kiss her? Would she enjoy kissing a girl?

By the time Hermione had decided that there was only one way to find out, Lena and Luna had moved to the bed. They were sitting just sitting there kissing and talking softly. Hermione was nervous when she walked over to them and sat down on Luna's other side facing her. She didn't know how to say it. "Can I?"

Luna just smiled serenely back at her. The Hufflepuff was watching them closely. Hermione sat a little closer. She couldn't get the thought out of her head that she was about to kiss her friend. She plucked up her courage and brought her mouth slowly to Luna's lips. They were barely moving. Were Hermione not as nervous maybe she would be able to say if it was nice. When she backed up a little again she noticed Lena face was very close as well. The young girl caught her girlfriends mouth only moments after it was free again. Their kiss was everything but calm or nervous. When they broke it Lena looked at Hermione who didn't see if the girls expression was smug or possessive. She had just eyes for Luna's lips. Hermione kissed her again, this time with the same fervour as Lena did. She felt her tongue sliding over Luna's, inside her mouth. She sucked softly, played with her lips. A hand pulled her head closer.

Would Hermione have been able to think she would have decided that this was more than nice. She was definitely getting wet. The way Luna reacted to the kiss, her breathing, the quiet little moans and the urgency. Hermione had seen her friend in all kind of states of happiness, sadness or sanity. She had never seen her so obviously aroused. She deepened the kiss even more and tried to pull Luna closer. She felt Lena between them and looked down. Her own breathing was laboured when she watched the third year kissing softly Luna's neck, working her way down while slowly opening the blouse. Hermione never imagined she'd want to see Luna's breasts so bad. Before she could however she was drawn into another kiss.

She had never seen Luna so needy before either. Her Ravenclaw friend was breathing heavy into her mouth. Her quiet moans had become more pronounced and mixed with something like mumbling. When they broke the kiss again, Hermione saw the need and lust clearly in Luna's eyes. "...Hermione...please....Lena." She wanted to silence her with another kiss when Luna suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She arched her back and laid back on the bed. At first Hermione wanted to follow her mouth but stopped at the sight before her. Luna's blouse was completely open, and Lena had freed her breast from the bra. She was feverishly sucking on one while fondling the other.

Luna's skin was so pale. Her chest was heaving, and Hermione could do nothing but lower her mouth to the breast Lena was practically offering her. Luna did not hold back in showing how much she liked what they were doing. It was a first for Hermione, she softly sucked on the hard little nub. She liked how she could make Luna squirm. Hermione felt a peck on her cheek an saw the slim Hufflepuff smile shyly at her before continue to hungrily lick Luna's breast again. Hermione smiled back and watched her a moment. She looked so innocent. The roughly four year difference between Lena and herself was obvious now that the young girl had lost her own blouse. One of Lena's hands was roaming freely over Luna's stomach. Hermione gave it a short squeeze and went back to kiss and lick Luna's other breast.

She couldn't understand what Luna was mumbling about, but it was not hard to guess that she wanted more. Hermione's hand had followed Lena's down the stomach to the Ravenclaws thighs. Luna's skirt was all the was up to her waist. She felt the heat of her skin while slowly stroking her inner thighs. Lena's hand was already covering Luna's pussy when her hand reached up. Hermione could feels the moisture on the panties and Lena's hand. All the while they were still playing with Luna's nipples. Hermione remembered how wet Luna could be. She remembered the taste and she wanted it again. She got up and crawled down to have a better view. Luna wore light blue panties. They were soaked. In a brave moment Hermione took the them by the waistband and pulled them off.

That got Lena's attention. She abandoned Luna's breast to join Hermione. The young girl hesitated a moment before continuing to massage her girlfriends pussy directly. Hermione had the impression she had not gone much farther than this. Hermione meanwhile stroke Luna's inner thighs, urging them further apart.. She sneaked her hand again over Lena's and tried to sample some of Luna's leaking pussy on her finger. She tasted exactly like she remembered. Lena watched her closely again as Hermione lowered her head to inhale Luna fragrance. She didn't think about if she should go further, she just licked her way to Luna's centre. Lena's hand was gone by the time she reached her destination. Hermione carefully parted Luna's pussy lips and took one long lick from her opening up to nearly her naval. Luna tasted just so heavenly. Without a second thought she did it again, this time resting over the exposed clit. She savoured the taste as she got up again. Lena was looking at her with wide eyes. Hermione moved a little to make room for the young girl. She was still holding Luna's pussy open when Lena hesitantly lowered her head. Hermione watched her first kiss her girlfriends pussy very innocently, then tried an experimental lick. Luna was writhing on the bed by now, mumbling and moaning as if there was no tomorrow. Lena must have found her clit, too, because Luna stiffened again and held Lena's head close with one hand.

Hermione watched in fascination as the fourteen years old ate her girlfriend for the first time. It took not long for Lena to find her enthusiasm which left Luna panting. It was probably the most sensual thing Hermione had ever seen. She knelt beside the two girls and slid a hand up Luna's stomach and felt how the muscles tightened frantically with every laboured breath. She never would have believed that Luna would be this passionate. Hermione slid her other hand between her own legs. She wore silk today. It felt so good to press it between her pussy lips. She touched Luna's trembling breasts again. Luna's free hand clutched over hers and held it close. Hermione could tell that she was close. Luna looked directly at her. Her eyes were not dreamy, but unfocussed for a different reason. Hermione knew that desperate lust. She silenced Luna moaning by deeply kissing her. Luna returned the kiss all the way through her orgasm.

They kissed until Luna sat back up. She gently took the hand that was still working between Hermione's legs and replaced it with her own. Luna found the right spot at once and Hermione's breath stumbled. She felt new heat rising in her pussy. She tried to kiss Luna again but the Ravenclaw evaded her lips and got behind her. Hermione was the only one still wearing her blouse. Luna corrected that now. When Hermione looked in front of her again she saw Lena. The girl looked like she just came out of a battle.. Her head, hair and upper body were drenched in Luna's juices. She must have squirted, otherwise this amount of girlcum was hard to explain. Hermione could only stare at her. Luna was setting her pussy on fire. On one side Hermione wanted to get up and lick every drop off Lena, on the other she never would have thought to do that to a third year girl.

Hermione could not get up anyway. Luna held her firmly in place from behind. Hermione's blouse and bra were gone by now and the Ravenclaw was teasing her breasts the same way as she did her girlfriends before. Hermione was panting. She couldn't keep her eyes off Lena as she slowly crawled closer till she was finally straddling the Head Girls lap. The cum covered face of the young girl was just inches of her own. The smell of Luna's pussy was overwhelming and the Ravenclaw was driving Hermione crazy. She held Lena at her sides and pulled the girl against her skin. She tried to reach her lips to finally taste her but couldn't. Hermione moaned. She couldn't wait any longer. Lena began to kiss her so softly and Hermione melted into it. She tasted so good. Luna guided her slowly to lie down. When she looked back up, Lena had scooted a bit up, her small breast were just waiting to be licked. They were not even a handfull, but that didn't matter now. Luna's hand had returned to her dripping pussy to not only drive her clit insane but also fuck her with two fingers. Hermione was spinning out of control fast. She sucked and nibbled Lena's nipples, licked Luna's juices off her chest and squeezed her ass with one hand. She was getting closer with a neckbreaking speed. It was a good thing Harry had allowed her to cum because it hit her before she knew it and washed her away.

When Hermione came back to herself Lena was sitting at her side and played with her breasts. Luna was sitting at the other . She was still massaging Hermione's pussy idly. When she opened her eyes Luna stopped and liked her fingers clean. She leaned over to her girlfriend and kissed her softly. After that Luna looked down at her and smiled serenely. "So you have found your answer, Hermione?"

She had to think about that. Hermione could honestly no longer deny that she had enjoyed what happened. That word would be an understatement really. How could she not have. It was just so hot. But did it really mean she was attracted to girls emotionally?

"It doesn't really matter, does it? It's not like you are looking for a relationship..." Luna answered for her. Hermione had to concede to that. Some she was just worrying too much.

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Coincidently it was on the same day that Harry was having an interesting conversation with Hermione's mother. He sometimes took the time to talk to her. Not only about the progress of her daughter and how he saw their relationship in the future, but also life in general. He considered the Grangers family. Real living family for a change. The Potters were all dead and the Blacks, well, most of them were not the types he wanted to get overly friendly with. And he was glad the Grangers saw him as a member of their family as well. It was important to him for them to know that even with her daughters complete enslavement they would still be part of their lives. Her mother, Melinda, was worried about that in the beginning. The more she got to know him the lesser she was. Harry suspected she saw him as a mixture of a son-in-law, a friend and afellow master.

Today they had been planning the Christmas break and how they could avoid any complications beforehand. For example if they should be allowed to dominate each other's slave or not. Which set of rules applied when. And so on. It was easy to see that it would not become a Christmas either of them had ever have. But it was even easier for them to find a common ground. The interesting part however was about a different topic.

Melinda was contemplative as she slowly drank her glass of wine. They were alone in the living room. Her husband/slave was still grocery shopping. But Harry didn't mind. The meetings at Gringotts he had before had been long and rather tiring. And he had to use the turner anyway to make it back for his next study/pain session with Hermione and Padma. Maybe an extra hour to get his head clear was a good idea. They just sat in silence for some time, Harry was thumbing idly through a calender when she broke the silence.

"It's kind of funny that we both became dominant for our slaves, isn't it?"

Harry looked up at her but didn't say anything.

"We are alike in that way. You that you became Hermione's master to make her happy... Would you have become her slave to make her happy, too?"

Harry honestly didn't have an easy answer to that."Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I have my theories."

He knew she was evading because he had done it as well. He pondered about the question for a moment. "I know Ihave changed a lot since last summer. That I have become a lot more aggressive, possessive, dominant. I have taken up a lot of responsibilities... maybe I could have changed differently for her."

"No." She stated simply.

He tilted his head. "No?... You must be pretty sure about your theory."

Melinda Granger leaned forward on her knees. She wore jeans and a leather corset today, which was quite normal as far as Harry could tell. She was looking good in it. "I know this is getting rather personal for you and I don't presume I know everything about it... but I doubt that after your time with the Dursleys and the ...experiences you had with figures of authority later at school that you would submit to anyone again."

Harry was not very happy at the mentioning of the rather unhappy events in his past. "I guess this is true. Why are you bringing this up?"

She didn't answer directly. She almost never did. "We are different in that regard, Harry. You sought control over your life probably longer than you can remember. When Jackson and I tried out this lifestyle after Hermione went to Scotland, well, at first we tried both sides. But Jackson... let's just say that he makes a far better slave."

This was getting interesting. "And how did you like to be submissive?"

She was looking down at her hands. The gestured appeared strangely demure for her. "We were members of a different club at that time. The was this man, Henry, he was dominating us both. But it didn't work out. Jackson wanted to submit himself more and more. I on the other hand couldn't or rather wouldn't. It was nice to submit from time to time. Not all the time..."

"And now?"

She looked up at him again. Her eyes showed no sign of weakness. "I am proud of who and what I am, Harry. I am the head of this household and the mistress of my husband. It's just... sometimes I miss being submissive, to let go of the responsibilities, of the decisions, of everything. All I am asking is... if we can try it sometime."

It took Harry some time to get this through his head."You want me to dominate you, just once? For an hour? A day?"

She kept a straight face. "I thought about just an evening at most. Just to see how it goes."

He closed his eyes. As if things were not complicated enough. But Harry didn't want to dismiss the notion because his schedule was more than full at the moment. After the third step that would change again. "Not before Christmas. We will see about it then. And if we decide to proceed I want your husband to be ok about it, so you better talk it through with him."

She held his gaze. "Thank you, that is all I am asking."





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A/N: I haven't intended to make the Luna &Lena scene so long. I hope you don't mind.