Author's Note: If you haven't already, I highly suggest you re-read at least chapter's 1-3. I made significant changes to those chapters which added almost six thousand words between them. These changes include a lot of the backstory for Hermione's discovery of submission and slavery, and how the dynamic with her parents developed, and that backstory will be referenced in this chapter and in future chapters.


Chapter 9
Say Hello For The Last Time

Harry dashed back and forth, trying to collect everything that had been strewn about the room over the course of his week long stay. Picking things up as he went, he realized that it didn't feel like it had been a week, it felt more like a month. So much had changed since he flew down the stairs to try and rescue Michael from Aunt Petunia. He'd experienced more embarrassment and discomfort over the last few days than the rest of his life combined, but because of it he felt much more comfortable with who he was now.

He thought it might be something like sweating out a fever. It was certainly uncomfortable as it happened, but afterward it was like the feelings had carried away an emotional sludge that he'd held on to deep inside himself. The experience with Elizabeth, exploring her body and his own capacity for control, had been exciting and surprising. He'd had fantasies before and gotten off to them like any teenage boy, but he'd always felt a certain amount of shame over his own sexuality. Perhaps the single thing Harry was most grateful for was that Michael and Elizabeth had made him understand that the things he felt and thought about were natural and normal. They were nothing to be ashamed of.

While that was the single lesson he was most grateful for, it was not the thing that had made the largest impact. No, the most stark lesson he had learned was easily the one Michael had taught him about punishment. You never have the right to punish a sub if you don't make expectations clear.

Harry was still somewhat shaken at the degree to which Elizabeth had looked broken after that lesson last afternoon. In the evening, Michael had brought him dinner and reassured him that Elizabeth was fine, but it was extremely sobering to see a sub that had been a voluntary slave for twenty-two years break so completely in such a short period of time. It was the lesson that Harry was sure he would always remember more than any of the others.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts by a knock at the door. Turning the handle, he saw Michael waiting in the hallway with his already packed bags.

"Hey Michael, come on in, I'm still packing." Harry quickly went back into the room.

"Did you pack the collar?" Michael asked as he watched Harry dart around the room and pack. "We wouldn't want to leave that behind."

"Right!" Harry agreed loudly, running to the opposite side of the room and grabbing it. "Sorry, I'm just… nervous."

"That's understandable, Harry," Michael told him agreeably. "All of this was brand new to you only a week ago. Have you enjoyed learning about all this?"

Harry chuckled.

"Have I enjoyed being able to fondle your wife? As you both explain to me how to do things to your daughter that would make my relatives shrivel up in pure scorn at the scandal?" Harry grinned at Michael. "I still haven't quite figured out if this is all one giant trick question. It feels rather odd for a girl's father to, er, help so much in this regard."

"Too true," Michael said with a chuckle of his own. "Admittedly, it feels odd to me as well. I can tell you for a fact that I imagined my reaction to my little girl being, er, sexually active quite differently. But… Harry, this whole situation is one that Hermione has been on about for several years now." Michael looked at Harry thoughtfully. "I'm not sure how much of it are things that my wife and I did while raising her, how much of it are things that you may have done while at school, and how much of it is just the way Hermione is as a person. Others might disagree with what Liz and I are doing for you two, but I honestly see the bigger problem as letting Hermione go at it on her own."

"I remember," Harry replied, a bit more subdued. "You told me that first morning that all of this was about protecting Hermione. On that I think you and I have the same priorities."

"I know," Michael said soberly. "I've… seen it, during the week. I think I understand how you feel about her better than you know, Harry, and it's both terrifying and comforting to see a boy think that way about my daughter."

Harry nodded and packed the last few items into his luggage.

"I think that's everything," Harry said, giving the room one more search just in case.

"Do you remember everything I explained about what Liz has planned for when we get there?" Michael asked.

"Yes Michael," Harry said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"And do you remember what your part in that is? What your options are?"

"Yes, although…" Harry wavered for a moment. "I have… my own little plan for the end."

"Oh?" Michael looked at Harry, intrigued. "I'm sure that you'll be just fine Harry, and I'm sure that Hermione will say yes."

"I know…" Harry said with a sigh, closing his luggage and preparing to leave. "That's part of the reason that I'm so nervous."


"Mistress, I'm so nervous!" Hermione nearly whined. "He'll be here in just a few hours!"

"What are you nervous about?" Elizabeth asked, amused. "He's going to offer you the option to submit, you have to believe that given everything so far."

"But what if he's not satisfied with me? What if I'm not good enough?"

Elizabeth frowned at her daughter. Where had this line of thinking come from?

"Why would you think that?" Elizabeth asked gently. "Hermione, that boy adores you, that's plainly obvious to me and your father."

"Are you sure though?" Hermione asked earnestly. "What if… he wishes he had someone else? Someone more experienced? Someone like—" Hermione stopped talking and looked down uncomfortably. Elizabeth's concerned expression turned to one of understanding.

"Someone like me?" she asked softly. "Is that what you're worried about? That he'll compare you to me and he'll wish he had the creaky, wrinkly, older woman instead?"

"That's—!" Hermione huffed. "You're not at all wrinkly, Mistress. You look amazing! You have that full woman beauty! And I'm just…" She shifted uncomfortably. "I'm so plain mum," she said in a voice that broke slightly. Elizabeth didn't even have it in her to remind her to use 'Mistress' instead. "I'm sure I'll grow into my teeth eventually but for now they make me look ridiculous, and my hair hasn't settled into the wavy strands like yours, it's still just a nightmare." Hermione sighed. "I know I'm not… ugly, my face isn't repulsive, but I don't have any attractive dimples, or a button nose, or anything like that. I'm just Hermione."

"Sweetie," Elizabeth started, "you know that Harry finds you attractive. Don't you remember the way he reacted when you talked to him? What you told me about that conversation? You may think yourself plain, but clearly he sees something you don't."

"It's not just that though mum," Hermione said, her eyes starting to water. "You… you've been doing this for years, and I'm just starting. What if he's frustrated by having a slave with so little experience? What if he wishes he was back in the lessons with you instead?" Hermione's voice dropped to almost a whisper. "How can I compete with that?"

"Hermione," Elizabeth said firmly, pulling her daughter into a hug. "You don't have to compete with that at all. Every time I saw him, it was obvious that anything he saw me do, anything he saw at all, the thing going through his mind was 'I wonder how Hermione would look if she were like this?' Honestly I think he'll be comforted that you will be discovering and learning together." Elizabeth gave Hermione's hair a few slow strokes. "Sweetie, you know Harry, don't you think he'll be glad to know that he'll be learning with someone who's figuring things out as they go also?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed with a sniff. "I guess you're right…"

They held each other like that for a short while, Hermione finding comfort in her mother's arms, before pulling back with a last few sniffles.

"You… You said we needed to prepare for their arrival?" Hermione asked. "What do we need to do?"

"Well, take your clothes off and stand back slut," Elizabeth said with a smile. "I want to inspect you."

"Yes Mistress," Hermione said, stepping back and stripping off her clothes without even a hint of embarrassment. She discarded her clothes to the side, but since she had only been wearing a t-shirt and shorts, there wasn't much to remove.

"Spread your legs and put your arms out at shoulder height to the side," Elizabeth commanded. Hermione shifted into the appropriate stance, allowing Elizabeth full access to every part of her. "Now, let's see just how far you've come…"

Elizabeth walked up just a few inches from Hermione's face, but Hermione kept her eyes straight forward.

"Good girl," Elizabeth said. "Your eyes aren't wandering." She glanced around Hermione's face briefly. "And you're doing the light foundation every morning like I said."

Hermione hadn't regularly worn makeup before, and even now Elizabeth didn't think it was something Hermione would ever use regularly in a heavy way. But applying foundation and smoothing the skin on the face, blending it, didn't take very long and went a long way towards softening a lot of her facial features. It also didn't hurt that it minimized the dark circles under her eyes, a symptom of stress and overwork that Elizabeth had been most unpleased to find on Hermione's complexion.

"Breathe out through the mouth," Elizabeth said, and when Hermione did, Elizabeth sniffed slightly. "Good. Fresh breath. You've been brushing and rinsing after your 'morning drink' just like you're supposed to."

Elizabeth began to slowly go over every inch of skin on her daughter. Checking for any bruises or marks that may have been missed. She walked around Hermione's still form, slowly traveling downward until she got to Hermione's chest.

"What's your cup size slut?"

"B-cup, Mistress," Hermione muttered.

Elizabeth reached up and gave Hermione a relatively tame slap across the face.

"Say it proudly slut, these tits are adorable."

"B-cup, Mistress!" Hermione said with much more confidence.

"There we go." Elizabeth reached forward and flicked Hermione's nipples a few times, watching as they hardened. "Cute and pert," Elizabeth commented. The older woman continued her inspection, reaching Hermione's behind. "I'm sure you'll be happy to hear the bruising from your lashes has completely faded," Elizabeth said.

"Thank you, Mistress," Hermione replied, feeling herself tingle slightly at the reminder of her very first night as a sub.

Elizabeth reached out and pulled Hermione's cheeks apart, smirking as she heard the involuntary gasp escape her daughter's lips. Wetting a finger in her mouth, Elizabeth pressed against the rosebud of darker skin where up until this morning a plug had been nearly every single minute for the last week. The finger slipped in with almost no resistance, and Elizabeth hummed in approval.

The point of using a plug wasn't to make an ass 'looser'. While you could generally loosen someone up like that temporarily, given recovery time it would tighten back up. Generally speaking it wasn't normally possible or safe to 'stretch' someone's cunt or ass for a 'permanent' loosening. No, instead the point was to train the muscles to relax so that it was easier for something to enter or exit. In the case of the dildo, it was to help train the muscles inside her cunt to grip stronger. At this point Hermione relaxed her ass almost instinctively, which was exactly what Elizabeth had been trying for.

"Good girl," Elizabeth said fondly, wiggling her finger in Hermione's ass slightly. Hermione moaned slightly, but did an overall admirable job of remaining quiet. She pulled out her finger and reached over her shoulder to put it in front of Hermione's lips. "Clean it."

Normally this was something of an iffy prospect for most people, but Elizabeth had given Hermione an enema and a vigorous shower this morning to ensure she was extra-clean, inside and out. Hermione opened her mouth obediently and sucked the finger that had been inside her only moments ago. Satisfied, Elizabeth removed the finger and moved to Hermione's front.

"Let's see here…" Elizabeth knelt down to poke and feel around Hermione's lips. "You're wet and ready, as a good slut should be. Your skin… yes, you've been doing an excellent job shaving." Elizabeth dragged her fingers across Hermione's skin. "I don't feel or see any nicks. You've been doing a good job, slut. It's very smooth and soft."

Elizabeth took a finger, from the hand she hadn't used on Hermione's ass, and pushed into her daughter's cunt eliciting another slight moan. Pulling the finger out and looking at the wetness that covered it, Elizabeth gave it a sniff, then put it in her mouth for a taste.

"Mmm…" Elizabeth considered, pulling her finger out of her mouth. "You've been keeping to the high fruit diet, I can tell by the taste." Elizabeth looked up from between Hermione's legs. "Would you like a taste slut?"

"Y-Yes Mistress," Hermione replied breathlessly. Elizabeth shoved her finger back in, gave a couple of rough thrusts, then stood and pushed the dirty finger past Hermione's lips.

"That's a good slut," Elizabeth said. "Enjoy the taste of your cunt."

Elizabeth removed her finger from Hermione's mouth and went to finish her inspection.

"Well, your legs seem fairly smooth as well, but you should see about getting waxed." Elizabeth stood up again and looked at her daughter. "Or perhaps there's a hair removal spell that's more… permanent?"

Hermione's eyes seemed to widen, clearly surprised that the thought hadn't occurred to her.

"I'll research it, Mistress."

"No," Elizabeth said. "Ask your Dom later if that's what he wants. You won't be my slut after today." Elizabeth stepped back. "Go ahead and relax now, slut. I'm done with my inspection."

Hermione dropped her arms and looked at her mother with a happy smile, clearly pleased with her Mistress' approval.

"What else do we need to do to get ready?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Elizabeth said with a conspiratorial grin. "We have some matching outfits to get into, but first, I'm going to help you with all that makeup and hair-care that you don't usually do. I know it's not something that you would do everyday, but today isn't just any day." Elizabeth started walking out of the room. "Come on, we have a lot to do before they arrive."


Hermione's heart thudded in her chest as she looked into the mirror, her mother standing behind her with a proud look.

Is that really me? Hermione thought to herself, still captivated by the image of herself. She looked… beautiful. Even Hermione could admit that. She didn't look like a movie star or a model, but she looked far more… desirable than she thought she had any right to be. So long as she didn't show her over-large teeth that is… she really didn't like how they made her look.

Hermione inspected her outfit, knowing that her Mistress was wearing a matching one. A corset that covered only the bottom third of her tits, a black garter belt, and some lacy black stockings connected to them. Nothing else. She looked like she was made for one thing right now: sexual pleasure.

I wonder what everyone at Hogwarts would think of this? The thought went through Hermione's mind and caused a surprised giggle to escape. Perhaps they'd just be thankful that I have something that can calm me down now…

"They should be here soon," Elizabeth told her softly. "Let get into position downstairs."

Hermione gave herself another glance in the mirror.

"Er… Mistress?"

"It's just mum now, Hermione," Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Mum," Hermione replied grinning. "Didn't you tell me to, er, maintain my modesty around dad? Isn't he going to be walking in the door too?"

"That's very thoughtful, Hermione," Elizabeth said, nodding, "but he knows. This is for Harry, not for him. Don't worry about it, sweetie."

Hermione gave herself one last look then turned and walked out the door. Within a few minutes they were in the living room, kneeling down and sitting on their heels, legs slightly spread and hands behind their backs. Elizabeth had set out two small pillows for them to kneel on.

"This is very much like what your father calls position three," Elizabeth said. "Except in that position you're also looking at the ceiling. It's a good position for attaching a collar."

"A collar?" Hermione asked, glancing at her mother. "Is… is he going to give me a collar, mum?" Hermione couldn't keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice.

"I'm not sure sweetie," Elizabeth said. "Maybe not this afternoon. I don't think he has one, and your father hasn't told me about explaining the importance of collars yet."

"Oh." Hermione couldn't hide the disappointment she felt.

"But it's possible," Elizabeth comforted. "Your father hasn't told me everything they've discussed. Even if he doesn't today, I'm sure he'll want to soon."

Every minute that passed was excruciating to Hermione. The adrenaline had long ago worn out, but every time a car drove by it felt like another batch was dumped into her veins for a few moments. The small talk that her and her mother occupied the time with was pleasant, and almost enough to make the waiting bearable. For the whole week her mother had transformed into her Mistress, and had been training and preparing her. That's what Hermione had wanted, what she had craved, but she had still missed having more time to just be friends with her mother.

Hermione's skin felt like it became electrified when she heard a car door close in the driveway.

They're here!

"Eyes ahead, sweetie," Elizabeth whispered, pulling herself upright into a more controlled position. "But it's okay to smile, don't hide your happiness."

Hermione wasn't sure it would be possible anyway, so it was probably fortunate that her mother didn't consider it necessary. She heard each footfall on the path, the shuffling of some luggage, then… the scraping of a key! This was it!

The latch turned and the door opened, and out of the corner of her eyes Hermione could tell that two people had walked in the front door off to her left. Hermione focused, using her considerable willpower to keep her eyes from wandering over and looking at Harry's expression. She wanted to see what he was thinking, she had always been able to tell what he was thinking from his face. Was he surprised? Disappointed? Bored? Annoyed?

"Hello, Hermione."

The voice startled her. She'd gotten so inside her own head she hadn't even noticed that he'd walked over to her.

"H-Hello… Harry."

There was silence. From the periphery of her vision she thought that maybe Harry was looking behind him for something? Was he looking at her father?

"You can look at me," Harry said in a gentle voice.

Now that he had given her permission to look she almost didn't want to. She was still wrapped up in her thoughts. What would she see? As soon as she looked it would be real. It wouldn't be a fantasy anymore, whatever the consequences were they couldn't be taken back. As long as she didn't look—

"Look at me, Hermione." The much more firm voice caused her to respond almost instinctively, and what she saw made her heart jump directly to her throat where it proceeded to hold her breath hostage.

Harry was wearing well fitting clothes. Some kind of black turtle-neck and jeans, and the effect on his appearance was quite breathtaking. She'd always found him rather handsome, but she'd never really seen him in clothes that actually made him look good, other than perhaps his Quidditch robes. She wasn't sure if it was the outfit or if it was the training, but compared to before Harry was positively exuding an air of confidence that made her shudder. The thing that really made her woozy though was the expression on his face.

He was looking at her. He was looking at her.

He was looking at her like she was the only thing in the entire world that was worthy of his attention, and he appeared unbelievably pleased to be doing so. Perhaps he was pleased with her makeup, or the fact that her mother had helped tame her hair. Perhaps it was the extremely sexy outfit that allowed him a perfect view of all her most intimate parts. Perhaps it was because he really did want her as his sub. At that moment, Hermione didn't quite know, and to be truthful she couldn't quite care. She was his. She was always his. She would always be his. That was the choice her heart made in that single look.

"I've been thinking about you," Harry said, his intense expression turning into a grin. "I see you've, er… gotten new clothes."

Hermione blushed furiously, just now remembering that her chest and crotch were bare for him, and looked away.

"Hermione…" Harry said teasingly. "I thought I told you to look at me."

Hermione's flushed face burned even hotter as she turned her eyes back to him, upset with herself for making such a simple mistake.

Where did all that training go? She thought idly, getting lost in his gaze again. It's like I can't think through his stare.

"Sorry, Harry… You've never… looked at me like that before." Hermione paused, fighting the urge to look away again. She dropped her voice lower. "It's… doing something wonderful to me."

"I'm…" Harry said in a bit of a shaky voice. "I'm happy to hear that." Harry took a few moments collecting himself, and Hermione was surprised at how he seemed to transform in front of her, determination flowing off him. "Hermione Jean Granger." Her heart sped up considerably. "Do you choose to submit yourself to me?"

"Yes Harry." She spoke the words nearly as fast as she thought them.

"Do you choose to follow my commands and instructions?"

"Yes Harry." This was the series of questions that her mother had warned her about.

"Do you choose to accept my corrections and punishments?"

"Yes Harry." He was asking her to be his.

"Do you choose to be my sub?"

"Yes Harry." His to control.

"Do you choose to be my slave?"

"Yes Harry." In every way.

"Why do you submit yourself to me?" Harry's question made her falter for a second. That hadn't been one of the things she'd been told to expect. Harry's eyes softened. "From the heart, there's no wrong answer."

Hermione relaxed at this, took a few breaths, and answered.

"I… I submit myself because this is who I am. I'm… I've been drawn to this for a long time, Harry, but never outside of you. I haven't told anyone this, not even my parents, but… the very first time I ever felt the desire to submit myself, it was thinking about you. There's never been a time for me where submission and you were separate." Hermione paused, and she couldn't stop herself from looking down at his feet. "Submission is part of who I am… just as much as you are."

She felt her eyes begin to water. Were these happy tears? Stress tears? Tears of pure emotional release? Was that too much? Should she have been that honest? What—

Harry's hand underneath her chin pulled her eyes back up to his face, and the questions dissolved away in her mind. She'd lost sight of him, and the panic had returned. She couldn't keep making that mistake.

"Hermione…" Harry said, his voice cracking slightly. His hand reached up from her chin and wiped a few of her tears away. "I don't think anyone has ever told me something so beautiful." She saw his eyes begin to water as well. "I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful…"

She watched as Harry reached behind his back, like he was pulling something out of his back pocket, and when his hand came back into view her breath caught again. He was holding a collar. A beautiful, elegant collar. It was black and about an inch wide, and looked like it was made of some kind of leather, but the way it moved was a little too smooth. On the front of it, in golden letters the same as a snitch, she saw the word 'slave' in fancy looking script. The letters shimmered in a way that was a little too eye-catching, and Hermione's eyes widened as she realized that this must be a magical collar of some kind.

"This," Harry said, "is what I offer to you." Harry paused and took a deep breath, clearly being careful to repeat the words as they were taught to him. "A collar between a Master and slave is a physical representation of the commitment they are making. The pledge you are making to be mine, body and soul, and the promise I am making to guide you, protect you, control you, and help you grow." Harry took another deep breath. "By accepting this collar you are giving yourself to me wholly and freely, aware of all that it represents. Do you understand?"

Hermione could hardly believe what she had just heard, and felt tears rolling down both her cheeks in earnest.

"Y-Yes… Master."

Harry paused at that for a moment.

"Do you accept this commitment and give yourself completely?"

"Yes, Master."

Harry knelt down on one knee so that he was level with her and reached forward with the collar towards her neck.

"Up until now, you've been Hermione Jean Granger, but once this locks that's no longer who you'll be. You'll be my property. You'll be my slave. You'll be my pet." Harry smiled. "You'll be my friend, and my heart."

Hermione smiled at him brilliantly through her watery eyes and lifted her chin up so that he had clear access to her neck, the only response she could bring herself to give. Harry's hand passed her shoulders and she felt the band press against her skin, in the front at first, then around the sides, until finally she felt him fasten the collar at the back of her neck. It didn't seem to latch or click, it just kind of melted together against her skin, a perfect fit.

"What were you before?" Harry whispered.

"Hermione Jean Granger," she whispered back.

"What are you now?" Harry asked.

"Yours."

Harry leaned forward and pulled her into his arms. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's company and companionship, filled with an emotion neither had ever experienced with another person. It was the most powerful experience that either had ever had, and it was almost surreal to experience. It was such a crescendo of feeling that a part of Hermione felt as if this was the natural conclusion of the Universe. As if when this moment ended the Universe would end with it, because surely the purpose of all existence had finally been fulfilled.

But after a while Harry pulled back, still smiling, and Hermione couldn't help the few happy sobs that escaped her.

"We're almost done," Harry said, standing and stepping back. Hermione looked up at him, happy but confused about what he wanted. "Stand up."

She wasn't sure where he was going with this, but she realized with a wave of relief as the thought passed through her that she didn't have to. All she had to do was follow his orders.

"From this point forward slave, you'll never leave me, and I'll never leave you."

"Yes, Master," she said, a thrill traveling through every single muscle in her body at hearing him call her that.

"So this is the last time we'll ever have to greet each other. The last time we'll ever say hello, so let's make this hello count." Harry held out his hand. "Hello slave, I'm your Master. A pleasure to meet you."

Hermione smiled, reaching out and gripping his hand.

"Hello Master, I'm your slave. The pleasure is mine."

Harry pulled Hermione forward by her hand and she let out a small squeak of surprise before finding her lips suddenly occupied. It took a second, but when she worked out what was happening, that her new Master was kissing her and holding her pressed against him, she practically melted into his body.

"That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen!" Elizabeth's voice exclaimed from somewhere to the side. They both jumped, breaking apart. Hermione had forgotten, and Harry had as well apparently, that Michael and Elizabeth were still in the room. "Tell me you got all of it, Michael."

Hermione glanced over at her father and froze when she saw him holding the family's VHS camcorder towards her and Harry. She was very suddenly, and very quickly, reminded that her clothes covered nothing important. Her hands flew up to cover herself, but almost as quickly Harry reached over and grabbed one of her wrists.

"No," he said gently. "I talked about it with Michael before. I wanted it on camera so that we could look back at it. The video is just for us, so there's no reason to cover up."

Hermione looked into his face and felt her fear and embarrassment wash away.

If he says it's okay… then… it's okay.

She dropped her hands to her sides and smiled shyly at the camera.

"Thank you, daddy," she said softly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he said from behind the camera. "Harry, can you…?"

"Oh!" Harry said, stepping forward. "Right."

Harry reached out and took the camera from Michael, turning it around to point it at Michael and Elizabeth. Hermione watched as Elizabeth looked at Harry confused, then up at Michael. She was still in the same kneeling position that they'd been waiting in.

"Position three," Michael said calmly. Elizabeth instantly snapped into position, holding herself rigid. "Pet, for twenty-two years we have explored all that this lifestyle has to offer. You've always kept to the commitment that you made when you accepted the first collar I gave you right after our wedding, and I don't think there's any Master in the world as happy as I am with you."

Hermione was fascinated to watch the way her mother was reacting. There was a definite shyness and embarrassment in her face that was incongruous with the Mistress she had known for the last week.

"This week I gave you your hardest assignment ever: to go against your nature and train our daughter as her Domme. I then gave you another difficult task: to present yourself for Harry so that he could learn and explore to better understand what Hermione was asking him to be." Michael turned and looked at the teenagers with a smile. "I think the results speak to your success, on both counts."

Michael looked back at his wife and pulled out a collar that looked very similar to the one now around Hermione's neck. She looked carefully and read the word 'forever' on the front in silver script.

"Ever since Hermione started her magical schooling, you've asked me, begged me, to put you in a collar for good. To put it on, and never let it come off. Today I'm going to make your wish come true." He smiled as he dangled the collar where she could see it. "Today this goes around your neck, and I'll let it stay there until the day we die if that's your wish."

Hermione's eyes widened as she heard an honest-to-God whimper escape her mother's mouth.

"This isn't a normal collar, pet. This is a special little thing that I got with Harry in Diagon Alley. This won't just be your last collar, it'll be your first little bit of magic that you get to share with your daughter. You see, hers was bought at the same time from the same shop, and they share some special properties. The most important of which is that you can communicate with each other, regardless of distance or magical barriers."

"Are… Are you serious Michael?" Elizabeth asked in a quiet voice. Hermione could hear the slight tremble in her tone.

"Of course pet," he said with a smile. "Our little princess will never be too far away from us now."

Hermione was overwhelmed at this information and looked at Harry, bursting with joy.

"Thank you, Master," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.

"You're welcome," he said with a chuckle.

"Now," Michael continued, "I want you to understand something about this collar. It draws it's magic from Hermione, that's one of the reasons they are paired. It's how we were able to make a magical collar that would work for you. I can control the functions of the collar using voice commands, but because the collar is sealed and powered using Hermione's magic, once it is on only Hermione or Harry can remove it." Michael paused and gave Elizabeth a serious look. "Look at me, pet." Elizabeth's eyes moved from their normal place in position three to look at her husband. "If I put this on, it will be literally impossible for us to remove it without their help. It has properties that will allow us to hide it from others if we need to, and make sure you can clean yourself, but it will always be there unless they help us remove it. Do you still want me to put it on?"

Elizabeth gave Michael a determined look.

"Yes, Master. Please."

Michael nodded, knelt down, and reached forward.

"I don't know if you noticed," Michael said softly as his hands reached around her neck, "but it says 'forever' on the front of the collar, because that's how long it will be there." Michael connected the ends at the back of Elizabeth's neck and felt them merge into a seamless band, tightly hugging every curve.

Hermione felt herself swoon slightly at the shared moment she was witnessing.

"That's so romantic," she said under her breath. Harry glanced over at her.

"You think so?" he asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said, grinning. "What can I say… to a sub… this is about as romantic as it gets."

Harry looked back at Elizabeth and Michael who were now embracing each other.

"Is that good Michael?" Harry asked. Michael glanced over, his eyes settling on the camera.

"Yes Harry, that's fine." Harry turned the record button off and set the camera down. "Go ahead and go upstairs, you two. Be down in a bit for lunch." Michael paused. "Hermione, if you're not already packed you'll want to do that before lunch. You and Harry will be leaving right after."

"Yes daddy," she said, looking down at the floor.

"Come on," Harry said, pulling her by her wrist. "Let's go."

They left the living room and walked up the stairs to Hermione's room, closing the door behind them.

"Alright," Harry said. "Sit on the bed, I'll sit in the chair."

"Yes Master," Hermione agreed happily, taking her assigned seat. Harry gave her a grin.

"Hermione, we're going to talk about some limits and needs and things like that. When we're having that sort of conversation, I want you to call me Harry, even if we're alone."

"Alright Harry," Hermione said with a soft smile.

"Now, first, do you have any preference on how you'd like to refer to me?" Harry's tone was noticeably less even, which caught Hermione slightly off-guard. For the whole ceremony downstairs, he'd been strong and confident, but now he sounded unsure.

He probably practiced that whole thing with dad, Hermione decided. But this is all new territory.

"Honestly Harry, I don't mind as long as it's a name you like hearing me call you." She tried to give him an encouraging look. "I'm fine with calling you Master, or just Harry if that makes you more happy."

Harry leaned back and seemed to consider this.

"I think… how about when we're where other people can definitely hear us, you call me Harry. When we're where other people might hear us, you can call me Sir. And when we're completely alone, you can call me Master." He looked back at her and smiled. "That can be our special term for just being with each other."

"I like that," Hermione agreed giving him a demure look.

"Now," Harry said, his face turning into a slight frown. "What should I call you?" He gave Hermione a questioning look. "Do you have any names you'd prefer? Or that you'd definitely not enjoy?"

Hermione thought for a few moments.

"Well… I know that I enjoy the… humiliation aspects… but please don't call me Mudblood, that's the only one I really wouldn't enjoy in any way Harry."

Harry looked at her in outrage.

"Hermione," he said lowly, "you don't ever have to worry about me calling you that." He paused and seemed to calm himself. "Is that… really the only name you definitely don't want?"

"The only one that comes to mind," Hermione replied curiously. "What other names were you worried about?"

"Well…" Harry blushed ever so slightly and looked up towards the ceiling, thinking. "Uh… slut?" Hermione shifted ever so slightly. "Cunt?" She fidgeted a bit. "Whore? Bitch?" Hermione squeezed her legs together. "Fucktoy?" She realized she was breathing heavy. "Kitten?" She choked off a whimper in her throat. "Pet?"

"Sir?… Uh, I mean, Harry?" Hermione sounded a bit strained and Harry looked back down at her. "I, uh… I pretty much enjoyed all of those."

"You did?" Harry asked, looking a bit surprised. "Really?"

"Do you… uh… want proof?"

"Uh…" Harry looked a bit lost. "Sure."

Hermione spread her legs apart slightly and ran a finger through her slit, shuddering at the brief sensation, before holding her finger out so that Harry could see the wetness she'd collected. His eyes were wide, and he stared at her finger for a second before looking past it to her face and noticing how flushed she was.

"I see," he said softly. His face hardened briefly. "Clean your finger."

Hermione shivered as she pushed her finger past her lips and tasted just how aroused listening to Harry's voice had made her.

"So then," Harry said, a grin on his face. It seemed that he'd found a bit of confidence in that exchange. "I guess the question is which names are appropriate for which situations."

"May I… make a suggestion?" Hermione asked. It was obvious that she was still highly aroused.

"Go ahead," Harry told her nodding.

"Um… when we're around other people and I would call you Harry, calling me Hermione is probably best, but… when I would call you Sir, maybe… kitten? Or pet?" Hermione looked down at her knees. "O-Other times… the… dirtier names, I think."

"Alright," Harry said with a slight smirk. "But, when we're talking about the limits and rules, like right now… or just whenever I feel like it… I'll call you Hermione." He paused. "I've always thought it was a pretty name."

"R-Really?" Hermione asked, surprised. "I've always thought it was… well, a bit odd I guess. Not a very common name."

"You're not a very common person," Harry countered easily. Hermione didn't know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything at all. "My other important question is what your limits are."

"Umm…" Hermione fidgeted again. "I… haven't really found anything that's a limit yet, Harry. I… I think I want to try what my mum and dad do… at least with you. No limits. I'll just… trust you."

"You trust me that much?" Harry asked, surprised. She looked at him with a slightly annoyed expression, and for some reason it made Harry feel better that she still had it in her to give him that familiar look of reprimand.

"Honestly, Harry, do you really need to ask? After what happened a few weeks ago with Sirius?"

"Yeah," Harry said, looking a bit sheepish. "I suppose you're right." He looked thoughtful. "But, if we're not going to have pre-set limits, then we need a safeword."

"How about…" Hermione chewed on her bottom lip for a second before she lit up and then gave him a pleased smile. "How about 'Hippogriff'?"

Harry let out a short, sharp laugh.

"Was my little slut getting all hot and bothered while we flew into the night together to save my godfather?"

Hermione's smile vanished and her eyes went wide.

"M-Maybe…"

Harry let out another short laugh. He looked around the room before his eyes settled on Hermione again.

"We should get you packed. We're going to be gone for a week."

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked curiously. "Mum never told me."

"Well," Harry said conspiratorially, "Michael was able to rent a flat in Horizont Alley, and he spent most of the evenings over the last week getting it all set up and furnished. We're going to be staying there to help your parents prepare it so that they can live there in the future."

"Oh," Hermione said surprised. "That… makes a lot of sense."

"Exactly," Harry said, standing up. "Now come on, we've got to pack then head down for lunch."


Harry and Hermione each lifted their trunks, and carried them towards the door.

"Thanks for the lunch Michael, Elizabeth," Harry said. "It was delicious."

"Of course," Elizabeth said. Harry could swear that Elizabeth was holding her head higher so that her collar was more visible, but then… Harry glanced over at Hermione. Yep. She was doing the same thing.

"You remember the address, right Harry?" Michael asked.

"I do," he said, nodding.

"Don't forget the Rune Key," Michael reminded him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a perfectly spherical black stone. "Wouldn't want you two to be locked out on your first night."

"No," Harry agree with a grin, "we wouldn't want that."

"How are we getting there Sir?" Hermione asked him. She had put a summer dress on over her corset and leggings for traveling, but she didn't seem to mind the fact that her neck and the collar on it were plainly visible.

"Well, I reckoned we could take the Knight Bus."

Hermione paused and considered his answer before nodding.

"Yes, that does seem like the best way, Sir."

Harry let out a breath. It was… going to take a while to get used to that.

"Now," Michael cut in, "remember that we'll be dropping by for dinner in a few days to check on you two."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it," Harry said.

"Also remember your gifts," Michael said, indicating the wrapped box next to Hermione's trunk. She picked it up and placed it inside, making space.

"What exactly are they?" Harry asked curiously.

"Some… toys that you might find useful," Michael said simply. "So remember to open it once you get there."

"And don't forget to use the contraceptive charm on the collar, sweetie," Elizabeth added. Hermione, for her part, blushed and mumbled a faint acknowledgment before becoming interested with something on her trunk. Harry wasn't much better off at the comment, but decided that it was sort of up to him as the Dom to weather that kind of thing.

"Right, we won't forget Elizabeth," Harry said. He got a grin, and decided that turnabout was fair play when it came to embarrassment. "Pardon me, how rude. I meant, we won't forget, cunt."

Michael roared with laughter while Elizabeth took her turn to become interested in the floor. Harry felt the heat in his own face as well, but it was worth it to tease Hermione's parents back.

"We'll see you in a few days," Michael called after them as they walked out the front door.

Harry glanced at Hermione, nodded, and raised his wand. With a crack, the obscene looking triple-decker bus slammed into view, and the couple started lugging their trunks towards the door.


Author's Note: I sincerely hope that this chapter was worth the wait, I know a lot of you have been waiting for this moment. Next chapter, Harry and Hermione's first night alone together!

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