Chapter 1

Harry pov

Harry smiled at the sight before him. Ginny the Poisoner and Hermione the Smart were at his mercy. They were sitting at on a couch in the Room of Requirements, with an empty gray tea-cup each. Both had unfocused gazes, which meant the potion was working. It hadn't taken a lot to get them to drink the Hypnosis potion; and now he could do anything with them for an hour. Not that he would, of course. No. He would do it one step at a time.

He had told them that he was going to start a meditation class, and he wanted them to be the first ones to experience the calming potion. Sadly however, his intentions for them were not quite so…. noble. The potion that he had given them could reach the deepest of their subconscious. He could tell them that whenever he looked at them, he wanted their heart to stop beating, and it would. So really, he could have all that he wanted tonight without hassle. But he was afraid of raising suspicions. Much better to take it slowly, quietly, and not have any risks.

The Half-Blood Prince had given him the instructions for the potion, and Rita Skeeter had pushed him over the edge to do his plan. He needed control in his life, and this was hands-down the best way to do it. Especially since the girls won't realize he's done anything to them, they think they would just be following their instincts, which would make it legal. Harry wondered what to ask them to do first. He pulled out a piece of parchment, and decided to have some fun.

"Hermione." Harry made sure his tone had authority; good to practice that now. "Cluck like a chicken." Hermione did it immediately, and Harry decided to try something else.

"Ginny. Tell me your deepest fear."

"Being found out." Harry paused, this was not the answer he had been expecting.

"Being found out about what?"

"B-Being found out that it was me who put the love potion in Harry's juice." Harry laughed; Ginny's worst fear was about to come true. But no need to frighten the girl now, so Harry decided to have some more fun.

"Hermione. What is your deepest fear?"

"Being made into a slave." Harry grinned. Both of the girls deepest fears would come to pass soon enough. Harry looked at his parchment again, and found one that would embarrass the girls beyond measure, but wouldn't be traceable to him. He made his wand emit a magical pulse, something that only the girls deepest subconscious would pick up.

"Ginny. Hermione. Whenever you hear this pulse, I want you to be immediately so turned on that the cum will pool around your feet." Harry quickly turned the pulse off, waited a few seconds, then turned it back on. Immediately the couch was soaked. Harry laughed, and suddenly thought of another good idea.

"Ginny. Hermione. Whenever you do something embarrassing, you will feel ten times more embarrassed." Harry decided to do one more thing before he let them go.

"And, you will trust and tell me with everything. And you won't trust anyone else. Once you wake up, you won't remember anything I just told you, and you will feel the greatest you have ever felt." Harry quickly cleaned the girl's couch, summoned a chair for himself, and started his charms homework.

Hermione pov

Hermione awoke feeling like it was her birthday, christmas, easter, and her wedding day all rolled into one. She grinned and stretched, looking over at the still hypnotized Ginny. Hermione shook her head, wincing slightly. Why had she ever trusted this girl? The only one who deserved her trust was the boy sitting in a chair, doing his charms homework.

"Harry!" Hermione said, walking over to him. "I need to tell you some things." Harry looked at her, his green eyes looking so trustworthy and kind, she wanted to tell him all of her secrets.

"I'll listen." Harry promised. "But I don't want Ginny panicking if I'm not here." Harry paused, and scratched out a line in his charms homework. Then he returned his attention to her, looking up at her again eagerly. "Did you like your potion?" Hermione grinned wider.

"It was amazing! I feel so good." She paused as if realizing something. "Are you going to give this to other people too?" Hermione knew it was silly to be possessive, but she wanted Harry all to herself, and she didn't want any other people feeling this good.

"Maybe later. But now, I want you and Ginny to be the ones experiencing it." A sigh made Hermione turn around. Ginny had awoken, and Hermione wasn't sure if she liked that. Ginny sighed again, an expression of pure bliss on her face. She looked at Hermione, something like mistrust in her eyes. Then she turned to Harry, and smiled.

"Harry! That is the best potion ever. But, could you maybe plan some alone time in your day? I want to tell you some things." Harry nodded, silently agreeing to Ginny's request. Hermione felt a strange feeling welling up… Jealousy? Hermione was about to ask if it wouldn't be too much trouble if Harry also made some alone time for her. But Harry cut her off by handing her his Charm's essay.

"Check this for me, would you?" Hermione took the paper without reluctance, and started checking Harry's facts. After Hermione had finished, she gave the parchment back to Harry.

"Let's go back to the common room." Harry said, smiling at both of them. Hermione shrugged, and led the way up to the Gryffindor Tower.

Once back, Hermione went up to the girls common room to get changed. And though she still acted normal, she felt detached. Afraid that one of the girls might use the things she told them against her, and especially worried that one of them might ask where they had been, and Hermione was not ready to disclose that information.

The next day Hermione was walking back from DADA when she suddenly felt turned on. She could feel her panties getting wet, but the halls were so full of students she had no chance of escaping to the bathroom. She started panicking when she felt the cum trickling down her legs, and she almost jumped in desperation, trying to find Harry. There he was, laughing with Ron. Unaware how big of a fool Hermione was going to get made into. She looked down, and started shaking with embarrassment. A pool of cum was forming at her feet. She pushed and shoved, desperately trying to get out for the group of students. When she finally managed, Hermione ran crying to the bathroom, leaving a trail of cum in her wake.