FicWad

Harry Potter: Not mine. Never will be.



A/N Well, most everyone guessed correctly about who caught them. Yay! I'm predictable. Oh, wait, that’s a bad thing, huh? Oh,well, I guess I did sort of make it obvious. Oh, well. On with the smut, er, show!





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .Hermione’s Thoughts on Subjugation





On their way to lunch, the pair ran into Ron and Hermione who were also headed down.

“Where’ve you been all morning, mate?” asked Ron.

“Oh, I bumped into Susan and Hannah,” he responded lightly.

“What did they want?” asked Hermione.

Harry shot her a sidelong glance at her tone. It was rather colder than normal.

“We talked,” he said and in his mind he added, “among other things.”

“All morning?” she pressed, still a bit coldly. Had Ron and Hermione had some sort of argument?

“We lost track of time,” he said non-committally, hoping to ease the tension.

She gave him an inscrutable look as they found seats and sat down, Hermione again sitting almost uncomfortably close to him.

As they were almost finished eating, a small piece of parchment fluttered over and landed next to Harry’s plate, unnoticed by all but him. He casually picked it up and read it out of sight of Ron and Hermione.



After lunch

Fourth Floor

East Corridor

Mirror

Password: Sorbere

—ACS



He looked around to see if he could see who had sent the note but didn’t see anyone trying to catch his eye. Most students were seated and eating or talking. A group of what looked like three first-years were walking towards the exit. And someone with short brown hair was leaving the Hall through the double-doors, but he couldn’t tell who it was.

He looked at the note again. “ACS” Initials, he guessed. But who was ACS? He couldn’t think of anyone. His mind still back in the classroom he’d left not half an hour ago, he kept trying to make Susan and Hannah somehow fit those initials, but finally had to admit he couldn’t really make that make any sense at all.

Shrugging, he shoved the note into his pocket and returned to his lunch. He’d just have to go check it out.

Hermione tried to engage him in conversation about something she’d been studying from their last History of Magic lesson, but as he didn’t remember a word of that class, the conversation went nowhere.

“Ron’s birthday is tomorrow,” Harry said quietly to Hermione.

“I know,” she said without any indication that she cared one way or the other.

“Did you get him something nice?” he asked.

“Why?” she asked as though the idea of being nice to Ron was somewhere in the vicinity of repugnant.

They must have had a row whilst he was with Susan and Hannah.

“Just curious,” he answered.

There was silence between the three of them for several seconds.

“Well, I’m off to the library,” Hermione said suddenly, as though Harry and Ron had announced their destinations first and she didn’t approve.

“What’s up with her?” he asked as Hermione disappeared through the double doors.

“No idea,” Ron replied with food in his mouth. “Been acting that way for days. You probably haven’t noticed ’cause you’ve hardly been around.”

“Yeah,” Harry said absently. “Sorry about that, mate. Things have just been a bit frantic recently. Stuff keeps coming up.” Gabby snorted into her pumpkin juice at that. Only then did Harry realize his double entendre. He fought a smirk. “Things’ll settle. They always do.”

“Yeah,” Ron said thickly through a mouthful of bread.

Harry excused himself and left, telling Ron he’d try to meet up in the common room later.

He and Gabby made their way to the fourth floor and over to the East corridor. It took them less than a minute to find the mirror, but they walked right past it as there were a pair of Slytherins walking the other direction.

The sight of the Slytherins put Harry on edge. He suddenly realized that this could be some sort of set up; an attempt to ambush him. Then again, there were a lot of easier ways to trap him than to send an anonymous note and hope he shows up. And if it was the Slytherins, he wouldn’t expect them to be so blatantly obvious right near the trap.

After a couple minutes, he doubled back to find the corridor empty. He approached the mirror, still a bit on edge. He pulled his wand just to be on the safe side.

“Sorbere,” he said. The mirror shimmered and he could suddenly see through it, like smoky glass. There was a figure on the other side that he couldn’t quite make out.

He reached out and touched the mirror, it gave to gentle pressure and wobbled a bit like a jelly when he removed his fingers. He held his breath and stepped through.

The other side was a stone passageway that extended about five or six metres before turning sharply to the left and disappearing from sight. It was lit by two bracketed torches.

“Jumpy Potter?” said the figure standing near the left wall. He recognized her immediately and flicked his wand at the mirror to silence it before putting it away.

“I didn’t recognize your initials,” he said. “And there were a couple Slytherins walking by when I got here.”

“You didn’t recognize my initials?” she said. “After three years of playing side by side? Alicia Caroline Spinnet.”

“I never knew your middle name,” he said.

“It was my mother’s name,” she said.

“Oh,” he said simply. He’d caught the “was”. “So,” he said brightly, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Exactly that,” she said, smirking. “Pleasure.” He realized it was she he had seen leaving the Great Hall as he was looking for the person who’d sent him the note.

“Is that so?” he asked, grinning.

“I wanted to grab you yesterday when you were studying in the common room and drag you up to your bed and let you fuck my brains out again, but I was just too sore from Friday.”

“Oh,” he said, feigning sadness. “I suppose I’ll have to go easy on you then.” He knew he would have to do no such thing.

“Don’t you dare!” she said. “I was randy all day yesterday. I couldn’t keep my mind on my work. No bloke has ever made me come like you did, Harry. Angie and Katie know what I need, but girls don’t really do it for me. I need cock, Harry. And so far, you’re the only bloke I’ve found that knows how to use one.”

“Well, that’s all well and good, Alicia,” he said, his tone making it perfectly clear that he didn’t mean what he was saying. “But I’m afraid I’m all shagged out for the day. Threesome a little while ago,” he added in an overly confidential tone. “You understand.”

“Don’t you give me that, Harry,” she said sounding almost angry. I know you have more stamina than most after what you did with us Friday. Don’t tease me, Harry. Fuck me. Pound me. Break me! You know you want to.” Her last sentence was as seductive sounding as she could make it.

Harry acted as though he was giving the matter serious thought, rubbing his chin for added effect.

“Well,” he said, “I suppose I might have a little left in me.” Gabby enjoyed yet another double entendre. “But, here’s the thing: You remember Gabby.” Gabby stepped forward from her place by Harry’s side, her wide-eyed expression a mixture of pride and anticipation.

“She was there for my little threesome,” he said. “So technically it was a foursome, but alas, though poor Gabby participated, she didn’t get much out of it.” Alicia looked from Gabby to Harry and back. “So I thought, since you had so much fun and did such a good job pleasing her on Friday, it should be no trouble for you to do it again.”

Alicia stalked seductively up to him. “Harry,” she said sexily. “I told you that girls don’t do it for me. I need cock, Harry. I need your cock and I need you to give it to me.” She was upon him now, trying to fondle him through his robes.

He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed. She took her hands off of him immediately.

“Oh!” she cried in pain and some pleasure. “That hurt, Harry.”

“Yes it did,” he said menacingly. “And you know I can make it hurt magnificently. But you are going to service my toy and you’re going to do it now, or I just might fuck you, and beat you but stop short of letting you come.”

Alicia groaned in arousal at the thought. Harry knew she would probably hate it—and him—if he did that, but the idea of being abused in that way fired her imagination.

She approached his little sex toy and led her over to where she had spread a conjured blanket. Gabby lay down on her back and spread her legs for the older girl. Alicia knelt down and started to lean over her.

“Stop!” Harry said. “Take off your fucking clothes first, you stupid cunt.” Alicia looked at him in confusion. Harry rolled his eyes dramatically. “How am I supposed to see where to kick you when you’re not doing a good enough job if you’re wearing those robes? I might miss you altogether and I for one want all my kicks to count.”

Alicia shuddered visibly and shed her robes faster than Harry thought possible. She hesitated for only a split second before stripping completely.

She dropped back to her knees and brought her face down between the Veela’s legs.

“And put some effort into it,” Harry commanded. “Make her come and make it a good one and I’ll think about giving you what you want.”

Alicia brought her mouth into contact with Gabby’s pussy. She tongued up the slit and danced around her clit for a minute before finding her hole and slipping her tongue into it.

Gabby was enjoying the sensation quietly so that Alicia had no idea how she was doing. Harry caught her eye and gave her a wink. She smiled and said, “Is that all the best you can do? We may be here for a while, Master.” She did an excellent job of sounding bored despite the pleasure Harry knew she was already feeling.

Alicia threw herself into it, licking and sucking the Veela’s clit and drinking the girls flowing juices noisily. She used her hands to caress the girl’s thighs and then brought them up to rub and tweak the girl’s nipples.

Gabby was biting her lip to keep from moaning audibly.

“Can’t you do any better?” she asked, a slight tremble in her voice that Harry expected Alicia missed.

She put even more effort into it. Gabby grabbed the Chaser’s hair, making painful fists. Alicia cried out in pain at the suddenness of it. Gabby began directing her to whichever part of her cunt she decided needed the most attention.

“A bit better,” said Gabby.

Harry knelt down and put his head near Alicia’s. “You’d better get a move on and make her come,” he said. “I don’t have all day.” He watched as Alicia moved her tongue inside his toy’s pussy and fucked the girl with it. She shoved it all the way in and held it there, bringing her nose in contact with Gabby’s clit. She wiggled her head a bit, or perhaps it was Gabby wiggling her head for her.

He watched the older girl please the younger for a few seconds and then stood up. Walking behind Alicia and standing near her feet, he toed his foot between her legs and kicked her knees apart suddenly. Alicia made a noise of pain muffled by the eight-year-old’s pussy as her knees scraped across the blanket; it provided little padding and the floor was quite rough.

He brought his foot up against her naked cunt and dragged the top of his trainer rather harshly against it, leaving a glistening wetness on the shoe. Alicia moaned into Gabby’s folds.

“You got slime on my shoe, slut,” he said and he kicked her right between her legs hard enough that most girls would have complained at the very least. Alicia just grunted with the impact, shivered and groaned. Harry then proceeded to try to “clean” his trainer by wiping it on her pussy again, roughly stimulating her cunt.

“Oh, oh!” she said. Harry noticed that it wasn’t muffled any more; she had stopped using her mouth on Gabby and was just stroking the girl with her fingers.

He pulled his foot from between her legs and placed it on her arse, shoving her forward into the girl’s crotch.

“Keep licking,” he said through clenched teeth.

She clamped her lips around Gabby’s clit and thrust her two fingers in and out of her pussy rapidly. Gabby lost control of herself and groaned, hunching herself up into the mouth of the older girl. The reaction spurred Alicia on, causing her to suck harder, thrust faster and use her other hand to stimulate the girl’s nipples.

“That’s a bit better, you fucking slut,” Harry said. “Have a bit of pride it what you’re doing, even if it is sucking the cunt of a little girl you don’t really know.” He punctuated his statement with a slap on the side of her arse, nearly hard enough to topple the girl. “God, you’re a slut,” he said. “You’ve only seen this girl twice and you’ve licked her cunt both times.” She groaned into Gabby’s drooling slit. “And you’re doing it now to get me to fuck you. That sounds like payment for sex to me. I guess that pretty much makes you a whore, doesn’t it?”

Alicia moaned and moved the hand that had been stimulating Gabby’s nipple down and began fingering her own cunt which was nearly dripping with her arousal. Quick as a wink, Harry reached underneath her and seized her wrist, squeezing it painfully hard.

“Get your hand out of your cunt on put it back where it belongs, whore!” he snapped, forcing her now wet hand back onto Gabby’s chest. “You don’t get to pleasure yourself. This isn’t about you. This is about us using you to get off. If you come, fine, if you don’t, it doesn’t matter to us.”

She whimpered and redoubled her efforts in trying to bring Gabby off, rubbing her slime-coated fingers over the girl’s chest, flicking her tongue around her slit and thrusting her fingers deeply into the her sex.

Harry stood behind Alicia and stripped off his robes and boxers. He could feel Gabby’s arousal flowing through the Desmi. She was close, now, thrusting her hips at the girl between her legs and whimpering a bit.

“Well,” Harry said, “it seems you can do something right after all.” He knelt between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. “Make her come, slut. I’m getting anxious here and I’m tired of waiting. Make her come or to hell with your pleasure.” She increased her pace as much as possible. Gabby was very near her climax now, writhing under the Chaser’s ministrations. “Or perhaps you could persuade Gabby to kick you in the cunt until you come.”

Alicia made a squealing noise while her lips were latched onto Gabby’s clit. The vibration sent her over the edge and she sprayed the brunette’s chin with her fluids. Gabby grabbed handfuls of her hair again, shoving the fifth-year’s face into her sex as hard as she could. Alicia continued to lick and suck and thrust as Gabby’s orgasm subsided.

Harry rewarded her by shoving his cock into her as brutally as he possibly could. The impact shoved her mouth off of Gabby’s cunt and wrenched the Veela’s hands from her hair, a few strands of which chose to remain between fingers rather that stay with the head from which they grew. Alicia grunted.

Harry began pounding into her as fast and violently as he could manage, never allowing the girl to regain her original position at the younger girl’s pussy.

“You sure aren’t trying very hard, whore,” he said as he slammed into her. “Tell you what: If you can make her come three more times before me, I’ll not tell anyone that you’re a whore and I’ll allow you to beg me to fuck you again sometime.”

She fought valiantly against his thrusting in an effort to move her mouth back to Gabby’s slit but found it difficult to do so. Harry slapped her on the arse. Hard.

“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough, whore,” he said. She finally shoved against him making him grunt, but she found her way back to the sex of the girl lying beneath her. She still had to rely mostly on her fingers, however, as Harry’s pounding away in her pussy prevented her from keeping her mouth over the Veela’s slit. Still, Gabby, who had been pretty worked up all day and ready for a few good orgasms was already on her way to her second.

He suddenly pulled out of her—making her groan at the loss—and shoved her to the side, where she rolled on her back. He shifted over back between her legs, lifted her hips and shoved himself back into her. She, almost instinctively grabbed Gabby and pulled the girl over and positioned her so that she was straddling her face. Her tongue finding it easier to pleasure the girl in this position.

He found one of her cunt lips with his fingers and pinched it, making her squeal into the girls slit.

“Make her come, whore,” he reminded.

Alicia’s mouth was moving vigorously on the girls sex and her hands were roaming freely. She found the girl’s nipples and, by sheer coincidence, Harry was sure, performed his twist-pull manoeuvre relatively well. She came into the Chaser’s mouth.

Harry slapped her left breast and she came on his thrusting cock.

“That was one,” he said. “Two more left, whore.” She began finger fucking Gabby as fast as she could. He could tell that Gabby was still quite aroused after her last orgasm and was quickly approaching another. “Better hurry. I’m not sure how much longer I can last.” He slapped her right breast, just to keep it even. Alicia cried out in pain and pleasure into Gabby’s drooling slit.

She surprised him when she reached around and probed at Gabby’s puckered little arsehole. Gabby groaned in obvious delight. The Gryffindor girl swiped her finger through the Veela’s slippery fluids and returned to her back entrance. After a bit of pressure, her finger slid inside. Gabby was now being finger fucked in both her arse and cunt whilst having her pussy liked.

She grunted and came at the new sensation.

Harry decided it was time to race to the finish.

“That’s two,” he said as he lifted first one of Alicia’s legs, then the other, placing them on his shoulders. He leaned forward until his face was nearly pressed up against his sex toy’s back nearly folding his nubile house-mate in half. “Better hurry with that last one; I’m nearly there.”

He proceeded to use his weight to slam down repeatedly into the girls abused channel, her grasping, spasming inner walls announcing the fact that she was nearing another climax. He moved his head a bit to the right and folded Alicia even more as he shifted Gabby a bit to the left. He now had an excellent view of his team-mate’s ministrations.

He slammed into her as brutally as he could, each impact forcing her lower back and arse painfully into the unpadded stone floor. Alicia’s eyes were glazed with lust. He reached around her right leg and between their connected bodies and found her clit.

“You’re out of time,” he said as his impending release began to overwhelm him. He pinched her clit as hard as he could, but it was so slippery with her spread fluids that he couldn’t keep a hold on it and it squirted out from between his fingers.

Alicia stopped licking long enough to call out her pleasure as she came violently around Harry’s thrusting, pounding cock. The extra stimulation from her pussy’s muscular contractions shoved him over the edge as well and he grunted and came, spilling his seed deeply inside her. Alicia chose that moment to bite down on Gabby’s clit, which, along with the pleasure flowing to her through the Desmi from Harry, was enough to send the girl into one last climax.

The trio was a pile of sweaty, naked, twitching flesh for several minutes as they all came down from their respective releases. Eventually, Harry tumbled to the right, Gabby to the left and a thoroughly abused and sated Alicia Spinnet lay panting between them.

“That was—excellent,” Alicia panted. “I’m going to—have to—keep you on—retainer.”

“I don’t know,” he said, sounding doubtful. He managed to lift his head and look at Gabby. “Where the whore’s payment’s worth my services?”

Gabby looked up and nodded with a smile on her face.

Alicia slapped him playfully.

“You know, Harry,” she said smiling. “If I’m the one paying, it’s really you that’s the whore.”

“I know,” he admitted. “But it’s less fun if I call myself a whore during sex.”

She laughed. “True,” she said.

Harry used his wand to clean them all up a bit and Harry dressed.

“You staying here?” he asked to unmoving girl.

“Still need a few minutes to recover,” she said. “The only drawback to sex with you, Harry, is that I’d never survive it if we did it as much as I’d like.”

“I could go easier on you,” he offered.

She glared at him from the floor. “Don’t you even think such a thing,” she said.

He just laughed.

Harry and Gabby returned to Gryffindor tower where Gabby watched Ron beat Harry in two games of chess before Hermione returned from the library and the quartet headed down for dinner. While they were eating—with Hermione sitting uncomfortably close yet again—Harry noticed Ginny come in and sit down on the other side of the table from them, three seats down.

Once Gabby was finished eating, Harry surreptitiously whispered in her ear to tell Ginny to meet him in the first classroom on the left along the ground floor corridor. When she had delivered the message, Ginny caught his eye and nodded slightly. Harry looked to his right and saw Hermione look quickly away. Ginny, who also noticed that Hermione had seen them, quickly finished eating and left. As soon as she had, Hermione turned to him and started to say something, but stopped and thought for a moment before speaking.

“Harry,” she said. “If you’re not busy after dinner could we go somewhere and talk? Privately?”

“Sure,” he said. Perhaps he’d be able to find the cause of Hermione’s suspicious behaviour. “I’ve got something I have to do, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes. I could go take care of it and meet you back here.”

She said that was fine with her.

Harry, who had finished eating, excused himself and left the Hall. Down the corridor, in the first classroom on the left, he found Ginny waiting for him. Without even being asked, she opened her robes for him, displaying her nude body underneath. Her crimson pubic hair was now trimmed in a small triangle about two inches long, and one inch wide which pointed at her slit. Despite his having just shagged Alicia, he found himself growing aroused at the sight. He stepped up to her and slipped his hand between her legs to find her wet. He mentally cursed the fact that Hermione would be waiting for him; he would have loved to have been able to throw her down right there and fuck her hard and fast. He could tell that she was becoming more excited as his fingers caressed her delicate folds. With difficulty, he pulled his had from her.

“I have to go talk with Hermione,” he said, “but go back up the common room and wait for me. I shouldn’t be too long. Gabby,” he added, turning to her, “go with her. Do what you can to keep her. . . ready.”

Gabby grinned lasciviously and nodded.

“Yes, Master,” Ginny said. She fastened her robes and Harry opened the door for them. He followed them out into the Entrance Hall to find Hermione standing there watching them with narrowed eyes. He walked over to her.

“What were you doing with Ginny?” she asked, trying a bit too hard to sound casual.

“She was—” He tried to thin of a convincing lie but decided on a partial truth. “—showing me something.”

“Oh,” she said with the same tone as her eyes followed the girl in question up the wide marble staircase. “And what would that be?”

“It’s private,” he said.

She looked at him sideways as though she didn’t believe him. Or perhaps she was afraid to believe him.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

She looked around as though the Hall was filled with people who might be hanging on their every word when it was, in fact, quite empty.

“Not here,” she said quietly. She took his arm in her hand and started leading him toward the stairs to the dungeons.

“Where are we going?” he asked as she led him down one corridor and then another, making seemingly random turns as though she were trying to get him lost.

“Somewhere we can talk privately,” she answered offhandedly.

“Hermione,” he said, “this castle has a hundred rooms where we could speak privately.” Every step they took was a step farther from his bed and a night with a lovely, naked, willing, eager Ginny.

“We could be overheard,” she responded, though it sounded a bit like she was making an excuse.

“That’s what silencing charms are for.”

She stopped for a moment and gave him an inscrutable look before moving again, still dragging him by the arm.

“We’re almost there.”

Two more turnings and half a length of corridor later, she stopped in front of a nondescript door which she opened, pulling him inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold, she closed the door, plunging them into darkness. In no time, she’d pulled out her wand and lit the bracketed torches lining the walls. What he saw before him left him speechless.

It was a room that would be at home in any muggle medieval era film. The room seemed straight out of the Spanish Inquisition and, despite Filch’s penchant for going on about hanging students from the ceiling by their thumbs, he never would have expected a room like this to exist. There was a wall with several sets of chains that ended in shackles hanging from hooks. There was a large wooden cross, like a huge letter “X”, with shackles at each of the ends of the beams, apparently for holding someone in a spread-eagle position. Near one wall, there was a waist-high table large enough for someone to lay on that had shackles at each of the four corners attached to short lengths of chain. In the far corner, there was a large metal frame with ropes attached to what looked like large pulleys. It had a large crank on the side and Harry realized with a jolt that it was a rack. In another corner, stood what Harry was sure was called an iron maiden.

“Hermione,” he said, feeling more than a bit uncomfortable. “What is this place?”

“I’m not really sure,” she said. “Muggle torture devices brought in centuries ago for study and forgotten, perhaps. Maybe it’s the old detention room and Filch isn’t exaggerating. I’m fairly certain it was used at one point because there are some really strong silencing Charms around the room.” She looked around as though trying to see the room through Harry’s eyes; clearly she’d been here before. “I come here to study sometimes. It’s quiet and I’ve never seen anyone else down here. There’s something comforting about it that I can’t really describe.”

Harry was at a loss for words. He couldn’t imagine a room like this even existing at Hogwarts, much less Hermione finding it and making it her sanctuary.

“I thought we could talk here to ensure we’re not overheard or interrupted,” she said.

“All right,” he said, still glancing around the room as little things kept catching his eye. “What did you want to talk about?”

Hermione motioned to a couple of straight-backed chairs that had shackles attached to the front two legs and the ends of the armrests. She sat in one that he assumed was her usual seat as it had a small table pulled close to it that was the perfect height for writing. Harry sat reluctantly but refused to let his arms or legs anywhere near the shackles for fear that they would magically close and refuse to release him. Hermione, he noticed, had her hands inside the open shackles and was absently fingering them as though she found them comforting. Harry suppressed a shiver. He looked up into Hermione’s face and saw that she was frowning in thought.

“Hermione?” he asked gently.

Her eyes focused and shifted to him. She bit her lip for a moment before speaking, then she blurted a question that Harry should have been expecting but wasn’t.

“Is Ginny your girlfriend?”

Harry tried to keep the emotion off his face, but feared some of it may have slipped through.

“What? No,” he said, trying not to sound nervous. “Why would you think that?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Something about you is different but I don’t know what it is. I saw the two of you silently communicating in the Great Hall and then you go meet her in an empty classroom. Something’s going on.” Harry shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Do you fancy her?” she asked.

Harry gaped for a second. He simply wasn’t prepared for her questions, though in retrospect, he should have been. People were bound to notice he and Ginny being a bit closer no matter how casual they were; she was his slave after all. But it had only been a day—not even twenty-four hours yet. He certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone to notice anything different already.

His thoughts whirled around in his head. Should he lie? Without question—Hermione would never understand his having Ginny as a slave nor his relationship with Gabby. But what should he say? Ginny’s just a friend? Should he say that he fancies her? Should he say they’re just closer now? Or should he try to avoid the whole thing?

“I— We— You see—” He hated the fact that he was unprepared. “It’s. . . complicated.” He’d been using that word a lot lately.

“No, Harry it isn’t,” she said. “You either fancy her or you don’t. Do you think that you might like to be her boyfriend one day?”

That was a question he could answer.

“No,” he said. After all, he couldn’t really ever be her boyfriend if he owned her.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

Another question he could answer. If only she would just keep asking these simple questions he would be all right, he thought.

“No, I don’t,” he said.

Hermione sighed with apparent relief. She stood, walked over to Harry and sat gently in his lap. “That’s good,” she said. He swallowed hard. Why hadn’t he lied about having a girlfriend? Because she would want to know who it was and that was another question he wouldn’t be able to answer. “Would you like one?” she asked huskily.

“Hermione?” He didn’t really know what to say. He was out of his comfort zone, which was surprisingly large after the events of the last few days.

She tilted his head up with her finger on his chin and brought her lips to his. For a second, he was simply too shocked to move and then he found himself returning the kiss. It was gentle and sweet—the kind of kiss he’d expect Hermione to give. Not that he’d ever thought about kissing her, but now that he was he found he quite liked it.

Suddenly, he thought, “This is Hermione. I shouldn’t be kissing her!” With reluctance, and obvious annoyance on her part, he broke the kiss.

“Hermione,” he said, “this isn’t right.”

“Why not, Harry?” she asked.

“Because we’re friends,” he said.

She kissed him again and it took more force of will to end it.

“You don’t think of me like that,” he said.

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t think of you like that,” he said.

She ground herself down on him making it painfully clear that he was erect.

“I beg to differ,” she said sweetly.

She tried to kiss him again but he pulled away before she could.

“Hermione,” he said sharply. “This isn’t you.”

“It is me, Harry,” she said.

“No,” he insisted. “When did you start to feel this way?”

“A few days ago,” she said. “You were so brave during the second task. . . I realized that I’m in love with you.”

He lifted her off him and sat her in her chair.

“It’s not real,” he said. “We can’t do this.”

“It is real!” she said insistently. “We can, Harry. You and me.”

He felt guilty for her acting like she was. He found the thread of magic that lead to her and tried to reduce it to less than normal but, as before, nothing happened. He tried focusing on Gabby, then Ginny, then random things—all to no avail.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” she asked, sounding hurt.

“I do, Hermione,” he said. “It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive. Only what you’re feeling isn’t real. You’re not really attracted to me. You don’t really fancy me.”

“How can you know what I think and feel, Harry Potter?” she demanded.

He walked over to the table with the shackles on chains and leaned up against it.

“It’s because you fancy someone else, isn’t it?” she asked.

“No, it isn’t,” he said.

“Is it Ginny?” she asked. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, I told you, she’ll never be my girlfriend,” he said.

“Then what?”

He sighed and his shoulders drooped. She was going to hate him for this.

“Hermione,” he said carefully, “something happened when I rescued Fleur’s sister in the second task. . .”

And he told her. He told her everything. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. He knew she was judging him. All her efforts with spew and now he has a human slave—a girl that she considers a friend—and a subservient eight-year-old Veela sex toy.

By the time he’d finished, he’d closed his eyes in anticipation of being hexed until he was unrecognisable. But the hex didn’t come. He opened his eyes to find Hermione standing right in front of him.

“I don’t care,” she said.

He couldn’t possibly have heard her right.

“What?” he asked.

“I said, ‘I don’t care’,” she said.

“You see? That’s not you, Hermione,” he said. “You’ve spent all year trying to fight for Elf rights and you say you don’t care that I have a human slave?”

“Well, was it your fault?” she asked. She moved closer to him

“What does it matter whose fault it is?” he asked nearly ranting. “The Hermione I know would either be hexing me or not speaking to me and running for the nearest authority figure to get it all sorted.”

“I’m telling you I don’t care,” she said simply. She moved again. “Harry, I can feel the attraction to you. It’s not normal, it can’t be. But it’s awakened something inside me that I didn’t even know was there. Something that might never have awakened if you hadn’t formed this Desmi-thing with that girl.”

“Gabby,” he said automatically.

“I feel a need inside, Harry,” she said silkily. She was so close now; they were nearly touching. “I need you Harry. I think I always have and just didn’t know it.”

“Hermione, I—”

She kissed him again. Her mouth was closed but there was passion in it all the same. He could feel her pressing against him and knew that she could feel his growing erection.

“Hermione, stop, please,” he said after managing to break the kiss. “It’s too risky. Ginny’s my slave because she felt an attraction to me and I’d saved her life. You can’t risk the same thing happening to you.”

“You haven’t bonded any of the other girls you’ve slept with,” she said matter-of-factly. “How many have there been?” She was grinding against him. His arms had snaked around her and were holding her of their own volition.

“Six,” he said. “No, seven.”

“See,” she said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Hermione—”

She silenced him with another kiss. His will was beginning to weaken.

Her lips parted and suddenly their tongues were caressing each other. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he had his tongue in Hermione Granger’s mouth. She was the closest thing he had to a sister. This was wrong. It was so wrong on many different levels. But at the same time, he couldn’t make himself stop. She had her hand on his erection through his robes and was fondling him gently. Her touch was wonderful.

He reached up and found her breasts through her robes. They had never been very large—looking small even on her smaller than average frame. It was something she’d always been self-conscious about. The fact that he knew that—the fact that she’d shared her disappointment about her small breasts with him, not because she’d been fishing for a complement, but because she’d felt comfortable sharing it with him—screamed at him that this was wrong, that he should turn around and run as far and as fast as he could away from her to let them both regain their heads. But still he massaged her breasts, making her nipples hard enough that he could feel them through her bra and robes.

She broke the kiss and he panted as he tried to regain his composure.

“Oh, Hermione,” he said.

She laughed gently.

“Harry,” she said lightly, “shut up and keep touching my boobs.” She kissed his chin and moved her hand along his cock through two layers of cloth.

His resistance crumbled.

Suddenly, he was kissing down the side of her neck and she was moaning. He spun her around so that she was next to the table, then he lifted her up and sat her down, pushing her back and guiding her to lay in the centre. He climbed up after her and straddled her waist, raising her arms above her head. He kissed her neck again then moved to her jawline and then her cheek. She moaned from the sensations Harry was providing her.

He stretched her right arm over and locked the shackle around the wrist.

“Harry?” she said tentatively.

He bent his head low and whispered in her ear, “Trust me.”

“Oh, God, Harry, yes!” she said.

He locked her other wrist in it’s shackle.

He turned around so he could reach her feet, pulled off her shoes and socks and locked each foot in turn in it’s own shackle, then he checked to make sure that each was securely locked and each chain was tight enough that her movement was severely restricted without cutting off blood supply.

He positioned himself so that he was sitting astride her waist and he took the front of her robes in his hands. He pulled, ripping all the fastenings apart and opening her robes down to the point where he sat. She moaned with desire at the same time he got his first look at her chest. Deciding he wanted to see it without the bra, he pulled out his wand, and with three well placed diffindo charms, he severed the offending garment’s straps and the bit of material that joined the two cups together. He slowly slid the bra from around her revealing her naked chest; lying on her back like this with her arms stretched above her, she looked almost flat-chested. He took her left breast in his hand and kneaded the soft flesh; it was the softest breast he’d felt yet. He stroked her nipples, and she reacted by trying to force her chest into his hand.

A few more random severing charms and another jerk to rip all the remaining fastenings, and her robes pulled free, leaving her in only her knickers—small white cotton knickers that rode low on her hips. He stood up on the table between her legs and looked down at her. Aside from the apparently flat chest, she looked like an average 16 year old girl, development-wise—narrow waist, flared hips, well defined legs, taught stomach. She gazed up at him lustfully.

Two more severing charms and her knickers came free. His first look at her cunt, however, was impeded by an untamed mass of brown hair. She looked almost like Ginny had the night before. He smirked at her.

“What’s the shaving charm?” he asked innocently.

“A flick and then aim at what you want to shave and say scaberio .” she answered.

He did so, aiming at her crotch. He must have overdone it a bit as all her pubic hair vanished, leaving her mound and the surrounding flesh completely bald. Oh, well, now he could at least see her delightful little slit. She moaned and wiggled her hips at the new sensation.

Harry hopped down from the table and found her discarded robes. He tore a strip from the ruined garment and, fighting with her hair a bit as it seemed to want to be in the way, tied the cloth around her eyes.

“Oh, Harry,” she groaned. “What are you going to do.”

“You’ll see,” he said evilly into her ear and then added somewhat dramatically, “Oh, I guess you won’t.”

“Harry,” she whinged.

He found an old discarded quill with a broken nib; likely one of hers. He wondered for a moment why the house elves hadn’t picked it up yet, but no matter.

He held the nib end and gently brought the feather in contact with her skin on the side of her chest, just below her ribs. She gasped and shifted as much as she could to get more contact, but, as it was a feather, her moving didn’t accomplish much. He dragged the quill to the middle of her torso and then swirled it down around her navel, back up between her breasts and circled one of them. In no time, she was gasping and panting with the slight contact.

“Oh, God, Harry,” she breathed. “That feels so good.” The last two words were drawn out in a moan of pleasure.

He drew the feather up, over her collarbone, along her neck, across her cheek, over her nose and down past her lips, chin and back down her neck. She was whimpering now.

He pulled the feather off her skin and she moaned at its loss. He swiped it over her left thigh, then pulled in away again for several seconds. Just as she started moving her head around as though looking for it, he ran it up her right arm. She shivered and mewled. Over and over, he would swish and swirl the feather over different body parts and then remove it for a random length of time. As he did so, he walked around to the other side of the table where he found a small cabinet with three drawers. He carefully opened the top one to reveal several interesting items. He rummaged around looking for something he could use. The first thing he found that interested him was a leather handle with several thin, soft leather strips that hung from one end of it that were about 45 centimetres in length. He reckoned it was a whip, though he had no intentions of whiping Hermione with it. He turned away from the chest and back the the shackled girl just as she was beginning to wonder where the next bit of sensation was going to come from.

He bent over her right breast and gently blew on it causing her to shudder. He then brought the whip up to her belly, just above her bellybutton and allowed some of the straps to just dangle, barely touching the skin. She instinctively raised her head at the new feeling as if to see what it was, but, still being blindfolded, she laid her head back on the table.

Harry started moving the handle of the whip in small circular patterns, letting the weight and momentum of the leather straps dance randomly across her skin. She was moaning again and beginning to writhe, unable to keep from pulling at her shackles.

“Harry, please,” she pleaded. “I can’t take this any more. I need you, Harry. Please. Make love to me.”

“Not just yet,” he said calmly, though watching Hermione as she writhed under his ministrations was driving him insane with lust. It was like she was a rope in a tug of war, with the shackles on one side and her own arousal on the other. “There’s still quite a lot of this you can take.” She moaned in response.

For the next several minutes, he did with the whip what he’d done with the quill, trail it all over her body, avoiding her most sensitive areas for the most part, stimulating her to the point that she was nearly vibrating with arousal. With the shackles keeping her legs apart, however, she had no way to stimulate herself the rest of the way to orgasm.

He would occasionally switch back to the quill, sometimes he would drag his fingers across her skin, and other times, he would blow on her, providing her with just the barest stimulation.

She was making noises constantly now—a sort of whimpering-mewling-moaning noise that, for the most part, emanated from the back of her throat. Her head was tilted back as far as she could get it and she would convulsively pull on the shackles.

And she would beg. She was begging non-stop for him to touch her—finger her—make love to her. She didn’t seem to care, as long as he would help her orgasm.

Finally, he drew the whip down along the side of her hip, over her thigh, and up between her legs, allowing it to slide over her pussy.

Her entire body tensed so much that Harry though he could have pulled the table out from under her and she wouldn’t have dropped so much as a millimetre. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract all at once. The sound, she made was by no means a conscious effort, but simply a kind of groaning scream caused by the sudden contraction of her diaphragm forcing all the air in her lungs past tightly constricted vocal cords.

He backed off and watched her orgasm proceed. It was nearly a minute before her muscles relaxed enough for her to draw a painfully gasping breath. Then she began spasming violently, her body trying to fold her in half even as the shackles kept her locked to the table. She tried even more forcefully to move her thighs together in order to provide her with more stimulation to keep her orgasm going, but the chains were just too short to allow it. He knew that without more stimulation than he gave her, her orgasm would only serve to take the edge off, but by no means satisfy her.

She was panting from effort and pleasure when she came down enough to be coherent.

“Harry, please,” she begged. “I need you, please!”

In response, he dragged the strands of the whip from her navel to her chest and started doing lazy figure-eights around her breasts.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“I need you, Harry,” she said, already starting to writhe in need again.

“Tell me exactly what you want, Hermione.”

She panted a few times. “I want you to make love to me,” she answered.

“No,” he said, “describe what you want me to do to you.”

“I—” She hesitated. “I can’t, Harry. Please. Just make love to me.”

“Not until you describe what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it.”

She tried saying more than once but faltered each time. With the hand that wasn’t brushing the whip around the girl’s tits, he started unfastening his robes.

“Come along now, Hermione,” he said. “Surely a smart girl like you knows how it’s done. I’m sure you’ve studied it in detail at some point.” As flushed as she was from her arousal and partial orgasm, she actually managed to blush at that. “Aha! You have studied it!” he proclaimed. “So, tell me— Describe to me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want,” she said carefully, “you to put your penis in my vagina and have intercourse with me.”

He pulled the whip away as if to punish her for such a clinical answer, but it was really an excuse to remove his robes. He dropped his boxers at the same time.

“Really, Hermione,” he said. “Do you have to be so. . . technical ?”

“It’s what I want,” she whinged. “You said you’d do it if I said it.”

“If you’re going to be so technical about it, we could have had ‘intercourse’ quite quickly and been done with all this ‘unpleasantness’.” He returned to gliding the leather strips of the whip around her exposed skin. “There would have been no need for me to bind you to a table, blindfold you, do what I’ve been doing to you for more than half an hour, if only I’d known that all you wanted was a quick bit of ‘intercourse’.”

“What do you want from me, Harry?” she asked

“Tell me what you want, and don’t be so clinical about it. Be vulgar. Be dirty.”

There was a pause.

“I can’t, Harry,” she whinged.

He removed the whip again. “Very well,” he said sadly. “Give me a minute and I’ll unlock you and we can get dressed and go back up to—”

“No!” she cried.

“No?” he asked. “No, what?”

“Don’t unlock me, Harry, please,” she begged. “I need you to make love to me.”

“Then ask for it,” he said, “like you mean it. Tell me what you want me to do and you’d better use at least three curse-words.” He returned the whip to her skin.

She breathed rapidly as though steeling herself for something horrible.

“I want you,” she said haltingly, “to put your. . . willy— ”

“No, you can do better than that.”

“. . .to put your—” There was a long pause. “—c—co—ock in my. . . fanny?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “Come on Hermione. ‘I want you to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me.’ Just say it. It’s easy.” It might have been easy for Harry, but Hermione twitched with each dirty word almost as much as most witches and wizard did when he used the name Voldemort.

“Any time, Hermione,” he prodded.

Again, she steeled herself.

“I w—want you to put your c—cock in my cunt and f—f—uck me,” she managed. He wasn’t sure if her stammering was from her perceived impropriety of her words or from the sensations she was receiving from his teasing her with the whip. She was starting to writhe again.

He climbed up onto the table between her legs and bent over her. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit. Despite her obvious arousal and her partial orgasm, she was barely wet. He guessed that, like breast size, the amount of fluid a girl can make varied from person to person. He hoped that she was wet enough, he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Oh, yes, Harry,” she moaned. “Take me.”

He pushed and the head of his cock slid in.

“Ungh!” she grunted. “Oh, God, Harry! You’re inside me!”

“That’s just the tip, Hermione,” he said. “There’s still a lot more outside than in.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding almost nervous. “It feels like it’s all the way in.”

He laughed a bit.

“You’ve never put something up your cunt, have you?”

“No,” she admitted.

He pushed.

“Ow!” she cried. “That hurts!”

He’d hit her maidenhead.

“You’re still a virgin, Hermione,” he said. “It’s going to hurt the first time.”

“I know,” she said. “You have to break my hymen.”

“Clinical,” he said. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” she said.

Instead of pushing in any farther, he reached down and stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb. She was moaning loudly in no time.

“Come for me,” he said. “Come for me and I’ll fuck you.”

He stroked a few more times and she was writhing beneath him making “Ooh, ooh, ooh” sounds. He leaned forward and blew on her nipples.

She squealed and came around the head of his cock. After her cunt had spasmed around him a few times, he pushed in, tearing her cherry away.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried out in rhythm with her contracting pussy. “God, Harry, that hurt more than I thought it would.”

Her orgasm died down quite rapidly after that and it was over a minute before she told him it was OK to move. When he did push forward again, he found the going a lot easier, though he found Hermione to be quite tight, nearly as tight as Vicky had been.

“Oh, stop, Harry,” she said as he bottomed out in her. “Wait. I need a moment.”

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I think so,” she said. “I know it’s supposed to hurt the first time, but that was more than I expected.”

He found the whip lying next to her and picked it up, returning to the stimulation that had had her so worked up in the first place. From his angle above her, however, he found it difficult to do the same things with it and, unfortunately, he’d left the quill sitting on top of the cabinet.

His attentions did start to have the right effect, though. She was clearly becoming aroused again and starting to moan. When she started automatically pushing her hips up against him a bit, he decided that she was ready. He pulled out and pushed back in. She moaned but he wasn’t sure it was entirely in pleasure.

“Go slow, please, Harry,” she said. “It still stings a bit.”

He obliged her. He had discarded the whip when he’d started fucking her in earnest but he began gently sliding his fingers around on her skin. He found her nipples more than once and she was soon encouraging him to increase the pace, which he did with delight. He was now receiving enough stimulation to start him on the course to his own orgasm.

Soon, they were thrusting against each other, Hermione still with some obvious discomfort, but with enough pleasure that she seemed to be able to ignore it for the most part aside from the occasional twinge or cry of “Ow”.

With a bit of contortion, Harry was able to lower his head and take one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. She moaned as he flicked it with his tongue and whimpered as he gently bit it. As he repeated the process with it’s opposite, she was driven right to the precipice of her climax.

Harry was nearing his too; he could feel the pressure building up inside him and his cock was throbbing.

“Oh, God, Harry,” groaned Hermione. “I’m so close. Fuck me!” she said unabashedly. “Fuck me! Make me come!”

The sound of proper, rule-abiding Hermione using such words so shamelessly, made Harry’s cock twitch inside her. She must have been able to feel it because she make a little “Ooh” sound.

He leant forward and latched his lips onto her neck and licked and nibbled and sucked.

Hermione gasped again and he felt her cunt contract. She cried out as she came around his thrusting cock. The added sensation of her spasming pussy sent Harry over the edge as well. He’d been worked up quite a lot by what he’d done with Hermione and his orgasm was a large one—he felt as if he’d never stop coming in her grasping, clenching channel.

“Ooohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried. “Fuck me, Harry. Come in me!”

He thrust deep inside her as his cock spewed his thick, sticky seed up against her womb.

Finally spent, he collapsed down, not quite resting on her, but near enough, supporting his upper body on his elbows.

As the euphoria of his climax passed, he became aware of a blue-white glow surrounding them.

“Well, shit,” he thought. He couldn’t even tell himself that he hadn’t been expecting it. He’d gone into this with his eyes open and he’d let it happen.

He reached up to pull Hermione’s blindfold off, but as soon as he touched it, there was a flare of magic and it disappeared. Her bright brown eyes looked up at him.

“Are you all right, Hermione?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she said with something approaching reverence.

He pushed himself up and pulled his softening cock out of her deflowered cunt. A stream of semen, stained dark pink with her virginal blood, poured out of her used hole, ran down the crack of her arse and puddled beneath her. She seemed to feel this because when it happened, she raised her head as much as she could and looked towards her sex. A second later, there was a brief flash of light and the evidence of their union was gone.

He walked around the table, tapping the shackles with his wand, opening them. She got to her feet and retrieved her clothing from the floor. There were two items on the floor where she had discarded her clothing earlier. A leather collar with a silver-white medallion embossed with the now familiar “P” and a set of diaphanous blue robes that were clearly not meant to hide her nudity at all.

The moment she was dressed, with the collar fastened around her lovely neck and the robes doing little to obscure her form, she retrieved his boxers and held them out.

“Would my Master like me to help him dress?” she asked.

He took the garment from him and put them on without saying anything.

She gathered his robes and held them out for him to slip into. So, numbly, he did. She quickly and deftly fastened them up for him. Then she stood in front of him in deference and obedience.

“Is there anything that you require, Master?” she asked.

“No,” he said. Then he thought of what Gabby had asked Ginny the night before. “Yes. What can you tell me of your position?”

“I am to service you, Master,” she said. “I am to see to your comfort, provide your meals, keep your living area tidy, ensure that your every need is taken care of. Should you so desire, I will even bathe and dress you.”

“You’re a house elf!” he exclaimed.

“No, Master,” she said. “I am still human and I, unlike a house elf, cannot be granted freedom. I do, however, perform a similar function.”

The irony was certainly not lost on Harry.





Well, that’s chapter 9 done. I’ll try to get chapter 10 done soon.



I must admit, however, that the final chapters of TURO will likely be delayed in posting. It seems that I’ve fallen on a bit of hard financial times and cannot afford internet at the moment. It’s likely to be shut off sometime during the next week until I can pay for it again. I don’t know how long it will be but rest assured, I will keep writing and as soon as I’m back online, I’ll post the remaining chapters. Sorry to do this to you, folks, but it’s just not something I’m able to control.



Thanks for understanding.



NOI