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Chapter 9: A series of weird dreams
Harry slipped off into a deep sleep and began to dream almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. His dream was interesting and if asked later he would say that it was likely some subconscious wish that encompassed the perfect situation.
With a muggle baseball cap to hide his scar, his invisibility cloak to hide the rest of him, the quick use of a previously unknown secret passage and the knight bus Harry was back in the south London area. It took less than an hour from the school to the front door of the Grangers and he was thankful that the knight buss could navigate to addresses little more than knowing who lived there. Who would have thought that it would be so easy to find someone?
For a moment standing on the front step under his invisibility cloak harry nervously pondered the problem of the moment. Of course he was nervous, after all, just how do you start a conversation like this one?
'Hi Mr. Granger, Please don't kill me but I just thought you need to know your daughter has decided that she wants to be my slave I hope you don't mind.' Harry snorted in amusement with that thought. 'OK so that's not the best conversation start in the world.'
Making the decision to just get to know the couple a bit better under the guise of being Hermione's new boyfriend he raised off the step slipped the cloak into his pocket and took the last step to the door. As he reached the door he encountered an odd sound. Knowing he should not look through the window he hesitated for a moment until finally he let his curiosity get the better of him. Stepping up to the window he peered in and the scene that he was presented with was very enlightening.
"I really don't know if I should be surprised...“ Harry muttered to himself.
In the middle of the lounge of a nice upscale house in a nicer upscale area was an older version of Hermione standing proudly facing away from him. She was dressed in lacy black stockings held up by a leather garter belt. A leather corset covered her back and in one long black opera gloved hand was a long thin leather bound riding crop. As Harry's eyes traveled down to her feet he saw a man kneeling on the plush carpet he couldn't tell if it was Hermione's father because the only thing the man was wearing was a black leather hood and some kind of strange metal band at his waist.
Harry stepped back to the step and sat down to think about what he had seen.
Harry woke from the dream with a snort of amusement. Looking about he noticed it was dark outside and Hermione was hugging his legs. Sometime during her sleep she had moved up slightly and her head was resting on his upper thigh her face maidenly close to his slowly hardening member. Sighing he relaxed into the feeling of his girl at his feet as he thought about the dream. After some thought about it he decided that the dream was just that, a dream. A pleasant dream to be sure but the chances of his slaves parents being involved in the lifestyle and thus understanding were far too slim for it to be anything but a dream. With that thought Harry started to wrack his brain to come up with a way to approach Hermione's parents.
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Time is a fickle mistress and as such will not only move at her own pace but at differing paces for different reasons. To Harry the last two weeks had absolutely flown buy in a whirlwind of stolen moments. These moments were not always private indeed some of them were blatantly public and on occasion he thought luck was the only thing that had kept the general Hogwarts student body ignorant of his actions. Hermione on the other hand was well and truly conflicted and more than a little confused by the seemingly unnatural passage of time. On the one hand she it felt like it was just yesterday since Harry had looked deep into her eyes and uttered the words that changed her life. On the other hand it seemed like a life time ago that she had been gifted with her first non-solo sexual experience.
In that same two week period Harry had been thinking a lot of things. Most of the things he had been pondering had not been resolved and as such were still troubling him. The main issue to his mind was a deep guilt at his treatment of Hermione; deep down he knew that this life was something that she wanted but he had seen many things over his short life that had been in his mind very wrong. He still remembered the talk that all the male students had been given at the start of their third year when they had been quite forcefully reminded that despite some of the views of the Pureblood culture Witches were to be respected. His main issue with this what in trying to decide if what he was doing could be in some odd way considered respecting Hermione?
Harry's second problem came in a form of a dream. Since the afternoon with Luna Harry had been having a very similar dream every night, each night he would find himself just inside the hall to the Grangers house. Apart from Wednesday and Friday nights the dream had been different each night most nights he would arrive to find a man walking softly about the house wearing only a leather hood and what his research had told him was a chastity device. The man's actions were always soft and in obvious servitude to the woman of the house. For most of the dreams Hermione's mother was dressed in a very nice sheer black lace housecoat that obscured nothing under it at all and from what he saw if Hermione developed the same way as her mother had he would not be at all upset.
Wednesday nights however were quite a different scene in the dream house, upon arrival on the two occasions he had been greeted with laughter from the lounge investigation of the sound revealed a group of 4 people in elegant evening dress sitting around a card table playing some muggle card game. In front of the two men and two women the table was an array of snack foods and glasses containing what Harry could only assume were wine. The scene was completely normal until Harry looked further and noticed that a person was kneeling in front of three of the card players. Two good looking naked ladies kneeling in front of the two men and a man wearing no hood but a chastity device at the feet of the woman, Mrs. Granger was the only one without someone at her feet. This mystery was solved as the now familiar hooded male walked into the room with a bottle of wine and started to fill the glasses of the seated guests.
The second Wednesday the scene was almost identical but this time when he entered the lounge he noticed that one of the ladies at the table who he didn't know had a huge grin on her face and was not all that focused on the card game. Harry wondered why that might be until he noticed that her dress was raised and a male figure wearing a chastity device was knelt at her feet with his hands behind his back and his face pressed closely into her crotch. Looking about the other people in the room he noticed that one of the two male players at the table were in the process of getting a blowjob while Mrs. Granger and the other male player chatted as if they were used to waiting for the other two players attention to come back to the game
Where his dreams on other nights were fairly innocuous the Dream he had on the first Friday was not. His arrival at the Granger house was met with the sharp sound of impact and an exclamation of pain; as Harry moved into the lounge he found that the terrain had changed somewhat the couch had been moved as far back against the wall as It could go and a large wooden X shaped cross had been set up in the center of the room. From his position he could see a naked woman tied to the cross her back covered with half inch thick stripes, the red of the stripes contrasting with the pale skin. Standing off to the side was a man Harry had seen previously in his dream on Wednesday. As he watched wondering what was going on he noticed the man was holding what looked to be a 4 foot long cane. Harry's identification of the cane was proved correct as the man swung the cane and it sharply impacted across the woman's shapely ass.
The shock of seeing a naked woman caned and obviously not for the first time woke Harry and for the rest of the night he lay awake thinking about what he had seen and how it fitted in with the concept of respecting witches.
After a similar dream the next Friday Harry thought some more and this time managed to integrate the rest of the dreams. This time he managed to drift off to sleep again only to find himself in another dream. This time instead of finding himself in the Gangers house he found himself on a long sandy beach standing and watching the surf for a moment Harry was startled by the sound of a masculine voice behind him.
"Son, what troubles you?"
Turning Harry was faced with two people he thought never to see again. Harry stared at the handsome couple for a few moments and then tried to answer although in his shock all he could seem to do was to get his mouth to open and shut silently.
"Harry... Its OK baby we are here to help you. We have seen your dreams... we understand?" the feminine voice of his mother rang out.
Harry looked on at the pair and finally managed to answer, "How... how are you here and how do you know my dreams?"
His father stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder as he replied, "Dreams are in some cultures thought to be the boundary between the living and the dead and in limited cases or under the right circumstances we can meet you here; the main issue is that until now you magic has not been strong enough to help us when we have tried to come to you. As for how we know we are watching over you we are able to see into your other dreams. We know you have been having issues with what you see and how you treat your girlfriend, but you need to trust Hermione to know what is right for her and help her to become the person she wants to be."
Harry's mother took over from his father at that point, "Harry I'm glad you worry about how you are treating Hermione and to be honest your father and I didn't have that kind of relationship. But you need to know that Hermione needs this she has been dreaming about it for a long time and she trusts you. Trust yourself and follow your instincts; the spell you used has proven to her and us that you are doing this from a position of love rather than arrogance but you need to know that there are times you will need to be firm with Hermione if not she will lose respect for the control."
Harry's parents began to fade as father said to son, "My son... we can't stay in this place long and we are sorry for the suffering you endure at the hands of your own relatives but the protections you receive in that house are second to none. We love and are proud of you."
As Harry watched his parents continue to fade, he also felt himself wake up. For the next few hours he lay awake and thought about what they had said. After a few hours thought Harry was still unsure if the dream was just a dream or if his parents could actually be watching him either way he decided that the message a good one Hermione wanted this in her life and that was enough of a reason for Harry to want to give it to her.
~*~
Harry slipped off into a deep sleep and began to dream almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. His dream was interesting and if asked later he would say that it was likely some subconscious wish that encompassed the perfect situation.
With a muggle baseball cap to hide his scar, his invisibility cloak to hide the rest of him, the quick use of a previously unknown secret passage and the knight bus Harry was back in the south London area. It took less than an hour from the school to the front door of the Grangers and he was thankful that the knight buss could navigate to addresses little more than knowing who lived there. Who would have thought that it would be so easy to find someone?
For a moment standing on the front step under his invisibility cloak harry nervously pondered the problem of the moment. Of course he was nervous, after all, just how do you start a conversation like this one?
'Hi Mr. Granger, Please don't kill me but I just thought you need to know your daughter has decided that she wants to be my slave I hope you don't mind.' Harry snorted in amusement with that thought. 'OK so that's not the best conversation start in the world.'
Making the decision to just get to know the couple a bit better under the guise of being Hermione's new boyfriend he raised off the step slipped the cloak into his pocket and took the last step to the door. As he reached the door he encountered an odd sound. Knowing he should not look through the window he hesitated for a moment until finally he let his curiosity get the better of him. Stepping up to the window he peered in and the scene that he was presented with was very enlightening.
"I really don't know if I should be surprised...“ Harry muttered to himself.
In the middle of the lounge of a nice upscale house in a nicer upscale area was an older version of Hermione standing proudly facing away from him. She was dressed in lacy black stockings held up by a leather garter belt. A leather corset covered her back and in one long black opera gloved hand was a long thin leather bound riding crop. As Harry's eyes traveled down to her feet he saw a man kneeling on the plush carpet he couldn't tell if it was Hermione's father because the only thing the man was wearing was a black leather hood and some kind of strange metal band at his waist.
Harry stepped back to the step and sat down to think about what he had seen.
Harry woke from the dream with a snort of amusement. Looking about he noticed it was dark outside and Hermione was hugging his legs. Sometime during her sleep she had moved up slightly and her head was resting on his upper thigh her face maidenly close to his slowly hardening member. Sighing he relaxed into the feeling of his girl at his feet as he thought about the dream. After some thought about it he decided that the dream was just that, a dream. A pleasant dream to be sure but the chances of his slaves parents being involved in the lifestyle and thus understanding were far too slim for it to be anything but a dream. With that thought Harry started to wrack his brain to come up with a way to approach Hermione's parents.
~*~
Time is a fickle mistress and as such will not only move at her own pace but at differing paces for different reasons. To Harry the last two weeks had absolutely flown buy in a whirlwind of stolen moments. These moments were not always private indeed some of them were blatantly public and on occasion he thought luck was the only thing that had kept the general Hogwarts student body ignorant of his actions. Hermione on the other hand was well and truly conflicted and more than a little confused by the seemingly unnatural passage of time. On the one hand she it felt like it was just yesterday since Harry had looked deep into her eyes and uttered the words that changed her life. On the other hand it seemed like a life time ago that she had been gifted with her first non-solo sexual experience.
In that same two week period Harry had been thinking a lot of things. Most of the things he had been pondering had not been resolved and as such were still troubling him. The main issue to his mind was a deep guilt at his treatment of Hermione; deep down he knew that this life was something that she wanted but he had seen many things over his short life that had been in his mind very wrong. He still remembered the talk that all the male students had been given at the start of their third year when they had been quite forcefully reminded that despite some of the views of the Pureblood culture Witches were to be respected. His main issue with this what in trying to decide if what he was doing could be in some odd way considered respecting Hermione?
Harry's second problem came in a form of a dream. Since the afternoon with Luna Harry had been having a very similar dream every night, each night he would find himself just inside the hall to the Grangers house. Apart from Wednesday and Friday nights the dream had been different each night most nights he would arrive to find a man walking softly about the house wearing only a leather hood and what his research had told him was a chastity device. The man's actions were always soft and in obvious servitude to the woman of the house. For most of the dreams Hermione's mother was dressed in a very nice sheer black lace housecoat that obscured nothing under it at all and from what he saw if Hermione developed the same way as her mother had he would not be at all upset.
Wednesday nights however were quite a different scene in the dream house, upon arrival on the two occasions he had been greeted with laughter from the lounge investigation of the sound revealed a group of 4 people in elegant evening dress sitting around a card table playing some muggle card game. In front of the two men and two women the table was an array of snack foods and glasses containing what Harry could only assume were wine. The scene was completely normal until Harry looked further and noticed that a person was kneeling in front of three of the card players. Two good looking naked ladies kneeling in front of the two men and a man wearing no hood but a chastity device at the feet of the woman, Mrs. Granger was the only one without someone at her feet. This mystery was solved as the now familiar hooded male walked into the room with a bottle of wine and started to fill the glasses of the seated guests.
The second Wednesday the scene was almost identical but this time when he entered the lounge he noticed that one of the ladies at the table who he didn't know had a huge grin on her face and was not all that focused on the card game. Harry wondered why that might be until he noticed that her dress was raised and a male figure wearing a chastity device was knelt at her feet with his hands behind his back and his face pressed closely into her crotch. Looking about the other people in the room he noticed that one of the two male players at the table were in the process of getting a blowjob while Mrs. Granger and the other male player chatted as if they were used to waiting for the other two players attention to come back to the game
Where his dreams on other nights were fairly innocuous the Dream he had on the first Friday was not. His arrival at the Granger house was met with the sharp sound of impact and an exclamation of pain; as Harry moved into the lounge he found that the terrain had changed somewhat the couch had been moved as far back against the wall as It could go and a large wooden X shaped cross had been set up in the center of the room. From his position he could see a naked woman tied to the cross her back covered with half inch thick stripes, the red of the stripes contrasting with the pale skin. Standing off to the side was a man Harry had seen previously in his dream on Wednesday. As he watched wondering what was going on he noticed the man was holding what looked to be a 4 foot long cane. Harry's identification of the cane was proved correct as the man swung the cane and it sharply impacted across the woman's shapely ass.
The shock of seeing a naked woman caned and obviously not for the first time woke Harry and for the rest of the night he lay awake thinking about what he had seen and how it fitted in with the concept of respecting witches.
After a similar dream the next Friday Harry thought some more and this time managed to integrate the rest of the dreams. This time he managed to drift off to sleep again only to find himself in another dream. This time instead of finding himself in the Gangers house he found himself on a long sandy beach standing and watching the surf for a moment Harry was startled by the sound of a masculine voice behind him.
"Son, what troubles you?"
Turning Harry was faced with two people he thought never to see again. Harry stared at the handsome couple for a few moments and then tried to answer although in his shock all he could seem to do was to get his mouth to open and shut silently.
"Harry... Its OK baby we are here to help you. We have seen your dreams... we understand?" the feminine voice of his mother rang out.
Harry looked on at the pair and finally managed to answer, "How... how are you here and how do you know my dreams?"
His father stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder as he replied, "Dreams are in some cultures thought to be the boundary between the living and the dead and in limited cases or under the right circumstances we can meet you here; the main issue is that until now you magic has not been strong enough to help us when we have tried to come to you. As for how we know we are watching over you we are able to see into your other dreams. We know you have been having issues with what you see and how you treat your girlfriend, but you need to trust Hermione to know what is right for her and help her to become the person she wants to be."
Harry's mother took over from his father at that point, "Harry I'm glad you worry about how you are treating Hermione and to be honest your father and I didn't have that kind of relationship. But you need to know that Hermione needs this she has been dreaming about it for a long time and she trusts you. Trust yourself and follow your instincts; the spell you used has proven to her and us that you are doing this from a position of love rather than arrogance but you need to know that there are times you will need to be firm with Hermione if not she will lose respect for the control."
Harry's parents began to fade as father said to son, "My son... we can't stay in this place long and we are sorry for the suffering you endure at the hands of your own relatives but the protections you receive in that house are second to none. We love and are proud of you."
As Harry watched his parents continue to fade, he also felt himself wake up. For the next few hours he lay awake and thought about what they had said. After a few hours thought Harry was still unsure if the dream was just a dream or if his parents could actually be watching him either way he decided that the message a good one Hermione wanted this in her life and that was enough of a reason for Harry to want to give it to her.
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