It was honestly the first day Hermione pulled out her laptop and wrote in over two weeks. An excellent holiday, but as she sat in her room, in the coziest and cutest pair of sweats, thanks to Sirius, her fingers clicked away. Her mind escaped to the distant lands of green and a large lake. A considerable castle that only the magical could see.
When her bedroom door opened, she held up a finger. "Five minutes," she declared and lowered her music.
Her fingers moved at warp speed as she detailed the next test her heroes would have to endure. A dragon. It was scary being that this wasn't a test for Marissa, but for Henry. She was poignantly struggling with him being targeted.
The person who entered sat on her bed as she clicked away. Hermione fidgeted plenty as she wrote. Making faces, mouthing words, and of course, humming. It was her process, and Reggie said she looked like a teenage girl reading a book about vampires when she did.
Which is why when the person didn't say a word, she was actually surprised. Hermione finished the end of the chapter and breathed. When turning, she saw Remus sitting on her bed with tea in his hands.
"I didn't want to set it down and ruin your flow," he smiled.
Hermione crossed her legs and exhaled as he offered the cup. "Thank you, Sir. How is everyone?"
"Harry is walking Snuffles, Ginny is watching a show she needs to catch up on, Sirius was, last I checked, fiddling with a motorcycle in the garage, and I'm reading," Remus explained.
Hermione rocked her head and sighed. "That's good. I'm glad everyone is taking it easy today."
Remus twitched his nose and hummed. "Sirius has a shoot tonight and was wondering if you would come? I don't like the idea, but he insisted."
"Are you asking me, Sir?" Hermione inquired.
"Yes, because it is your choice. Sirius and I both agreed that if we didn't agree on a decision, you would be able to choose, no consequence."
Hermione arched an eyebrow as he studied her. "Is this a test, Sir?"
"No," Remus shook his head. "Sadie is throwing a little party to celebrate the close on your house and asked Sirius to come to take pictures. She invited me, but I prefer not to exchange any more words with her currently. The pay will be vastly more than a normal shoot, the party is going to be a bit flavorful, and it is outfit appropriate."
"So Sirius wants me to come to assist him or indulge?"
Remus smiled and shrugged. "Likely a bit of both. As long as you're safe, I don't disregard his desire to present you to the world as his."
Hermione's cheeks darkened. "Is that why he wants me to go?"
"Yes, he wants to make it perfectly clear in the scene out here that you aren't to be touched by anyone but us," Remus agreed.
"He said you were the possessive one," Hermione smiled.
Remus rolled his eyes. "I have nothing on him. Trust me, I can be a bit strict on protocol at parties, but he'll have some things he'll want you to do."
Hermione bit her lips together. "Such as Sir?"
It appeared as if Remus was debating on spoiling a surprise. "He'll likely want to parade you around between pictures and have you wear something significant for his claim."
Her heart sped in her chest. "Sirius doesn't work like you, does he?"
Remus swayed his head. "No, he doesn't. He likely already has it ready. Sirius likes to spoil, and please, as long as you listen, my good girl."
Hermione bounced her head. "Okay, Sir, but can I ask why you didn't want me to go?"
"Yes," Remus puffed. "I just felt it was rather soon to be exposing you. I know you've had the experience, but we haven't together. I don't like parties and worry about my good girl," he finished and reached for her cheek.
Hermione pressed into his hand and sighed. "I promise I will be safe and sound, Sir."
"I know, Sirius will be there. If you ever thought I could be possessive, you haven't seen him," He laughed and stroked her cheek.
Hermione's cheeks bloomed with color. "That bad?"
"You'll see. He likes to make sure anyone and everyone knows who's his. I've seen it. I haven't in a long time, but I know him well enough to know he will. He'll stroke your ego mercilessly, show you off, and if anyone still questions his connection, well, he will make it very clear."
Hermione pushed out her lower lip. "Will you be fine here, Sir?"
"Oh, yes. I will keep the Potters entertained, and then when you're home, I'll have you bathe and show you how much I missed you."
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Sirius was tapping the steering wheel as Hermione patted her jacket over her lap. They were driving to Sandra's house, and he had made it clear she was to dress precisely how he wanted. Well, he picked out a decent set up, at least.
Hermione was in a long sleeve maroon knitted shirt that revealed the black push up bra below. She was in a black skirt that rose above her navel and barely covered her knickers and those stellar heels he bought. That all were brought together by the charm bracelets, he purchased with locks on them and a necklace to match.
If the announcement of her being unavailable through subtleties wasn't enough, one of her ankles donned a silver plate that said 'Padfoot' across the chain. Hermione quite liked his tastes, actually. She likely would have picked something similar out for herself.
Sirius leaned over and caressed her thigh. "How's my gorgeous girl? Are you alright with this?"
Hermione beamed and nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
Sirius shivered and focused on the road. "You look so edible."
"So do you, Daddy," Hermione smiled as she glanced over at him.
Sirius was the perfect silver fox. He wore a black tank top that had his usual branding. It showed all his arm tattoos and most of his torso ones. His chest hair marvelously stretched out with silvery hairs glinting in the low light. Sirius also wore a delectable pair of pinstriped black slacks that Hermione squirmed over. He was yummy.
Pulling up to a large house, Sirius parked and glanced around. "A bit more public than I thought. Why don't you put on your jacket, Kitten."
The jacket. How could she forget? This was special and hers now. Sirius gave her his leather jacket from school, he must have been a teenager, not entirely filled out, but it fitted well on her. On the back, it said 'Padfoot' in gorgeous cursive print. Hermione loved it, and his clear possession of her was a pleasant surprise. He went from seemingly being uninterested to being open arms. She felt so important.
Hermione glanced at Sirius as he shuffled and grabbed his things, securing a bag to his shoulder and camera over his neck. He met her eyes and tugged on her pigtail nearest him. "My gorgeous girl. Are you ready, Kitten?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
He climbed from the truck and shut his door before walking over to hers. Opening it, he held out his arms, and Hermione stepped into them, allowing him to put her on the ground. This was all their silent language. His form of showing his adoration, respect, and status. He was her protector, caretaker, and, most of all, her Daddy dom. Had they talked about it? A bit, much as she expected. He wanted this. He wanted her.
Hermione held up her hand, and he took her wrist in his fingers, running his thumb along the dorsal of her hand. She had never had a man so tender and sweet with her in the lifestyle, but she loved it. Hermione got to be soft and gentle. She was allowed to hug and dote. Sirius was everything she needed that she was never allowed to touch before.
When they approached the door, Sirius bent and kissed her forehead. "We may have to make rounds before you can go socialize, alright?"
Hermione nodded. "Okay, Daddy."
He knocked, and soon a woman in nothing but a ball gag in her mouth answered. Hermione wasn't surprised but stepped a little closer to Sirius. It was a bit brazen.
Sirius held up his camera. "Sadie asked for me."
The blond woman hummed and nodded, waving them inside.
Through a hallway, down a stretch, was a room with warm light pouring from it. What kind of party was it? Hermione wasn't sure, and it made her nervous. The last one she went too was at a club. Sirius stroked her hand again and grazed her palm with his fingertips. She was secure.
They walked through, and several people were sitting. Interesting. The slaves were perched either at their owner's feet or behind the furniture. A few girls she recognized were in an elegant pen on dog beds. Hermione gasped as she saw a more than familiar face.
"Sharon!" Hermione exclaimed and waved.
Sharon glanced up at Melody in her leathers, and the fierce woman nodded before taking off her leash. Sharon skipped over in her leather bikini and giggled, hugging Hermione.
"Padfoot, seems you brought a plus one tonight?" Sadie's voice broke the soft murmuring.
When Sadie stood up, Sharon backed away with her head down. Hermione moved closer to Sirius as the woman crossed the carpet. Who would have thought that a bubbly real estate agent could wear a leather jumpsuit and look so terrifying? Not Hermione, at least.
"Yes, I knew you wouldn't mind the plus one," Sirius smiled.
Sadie glanced at her and gasped with a sultry giggle. "Oh, Sweetheart! I didn't recognize you with how cute you look."
Hermione smiled and tried to hide her blush. "Yes, Daddy asked if I wanted to come. I do appreciate all the hard work you're putting into my house."
"Daddy?" A growl came from behind Sadie.
Sirius bent and waved. "Hello, Greyback."
"It's tender, are you both attached?" Sadie questioned as she glanced at Hermione from hair to toes.
"Yes," Sirius said as he straightened.
"Interesting, Moony told me similar," she hummed before turning to the room. "As you can see, we're just doing a meet and greet before I take you off to the lair."
Sirius nodded and waved. "Hello, guys, long time no see for some of you."
"Come sit, have a drink," A man with a silken tone announced.
Sirius escorted Hermione over to the sofa and removed her coat. The woman with blond hair and a ball gag raced over to take it. Hermione rubbed her arm and stared up at Sirius. He stroked her hair before sitting and patted his lap.
Greyback glanced over and smirked. "You look delicious, girl. Black, you decided to keep this one?"
"I did. Moony made it abundantly clear that he didn't want her to leave," Sirius chuckled as he caressed her shoulder.
"Is it a trial or permanent? I need to know for personal ventures," the man with a piercing stare next to them asked as he petted the woman at his feet.
"Permanent," Sirius said and kissed Hermione's shoulder. "Right, Kitten?"
"Yes, Daddy," Hermione murmured.
"So, shy! Sweetheart, I didn't know you had such a compliant demeanor," Sadie teased.
"Boy, come bring in more drinks," Sadie called. "Rosier, you'll appreciate this one."
A man with a leather hood came into the room with a tray held in his mouth. Hermione was impressed that he was able to balance it, hoping his jaw was well-rested between service. She had seen similar before, but never with drinking trays.
Sirius bent to her ear. "Why don't you go say hello to the girls in the pen. They've been eyeing you since we got here," he whispered.
Hermione bobbed her head and leaned back to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Daddy," she breathed and was happy to be released from her perch.
The pen was a decent way away from the group and gave her the chance to relax. There were cushions outside of it, and she collapsed to one with a smile.
"Hermione," the girls cooed together as they approached on their hands and knees.
"How are you three?" Hermione asked with a smile.
Sharon crawled over and waved. "Sorry, I didn't want to be rude earlier," she whispered.
Hermione tugged her in for another hug, and the girls chatted. Soon some of the other bottoms joined them for quiet chatter, including a few of Sadie's non-gagged slaves. A few more dominant men and women walked into the doorway and joined the group.
"Full house tonight, Sadie," Sirius smirked.
"Which is why I wanted your expertise, Padfoot. You see, this is a special event. It's my birthday coming up, and I just made a large sum of money," Sadie smiled. "So, I wanted to share your mastery with my friends."
"That little one over there," One of the newer men pointed. "Is she owned?"
"Dee owns her," Greyback murmured.
"The one in maroon?" Lestrange asked with risen eyebrows.
"No, Dee doesn't own her, Lestrange. That one is Black's. Seems he decided to settle down and find himself, someone, to spoil with his riches," Rosier snickered.
Lestrange glanced over at Sirius. "Oh?"
Sirius nodded. "Recent, but very solid."
"That one doesn't need riches, she has her own. Right, Chienne," Lestrange growled.
Hermione's head snapped in his direction, and her eyebrows rose in shock. Sharon covered her mouth and averted her gaze.
"Chienne, come here," Lestrange beckoned. "Please," he added.
Hermione winced and stood up, pacing over with a hint of fear in her eyes. He smirked and examined her as Sirius stood up, moving around to his front, tugging Hermione to his side. The man dismissed Sirius with a simple glance and turned to Hermione.
"Right, Chienne? You don't need doting, do you? You like a decent gag like any other submissive."
Sirius put two and two together as he crossed his arm. "Kitten, go back to playing with your friends."
Hermione moved, and Lestrange reached out for her. Sirius was faster and gripped the man's wrist. "Let me go, Black."
"Don't touch my girl, Lestrange," Sirius growled.
"Now, now, boys. We don't have to play these pissing contests," Sadie tutted.
Sirius narrowed his eyes at Lestrange before tossing his arm away.
"Rosier invited me out for some fun," Lestrange sighed. "I wasn't expecting to see my former slave here."
Sadie raised her eyebrows and glanced at Hermione, hiding near the pen. Melody was blocking her from Lestrange's view. "Slave? She was a slave of yours, Rabastan?"
Lestrange nodded and puffed. "A decent one, until my brother's wife, who I decided to take on, scared my little slave off."
"Apparently, Lupin has his nib dipped in the same pot," Greyback mused.
Sirius's teeth ground as he rolled his neck. "It is a joint venture."
"Curious, indeed," Rabastan hissed. "How long has this 'venture' been taking place?"
"Long enough to consider it fixed and solidified," Sirius hissed.
"So, she decided to run away to the states?" Lestrange asked as he turned to Rosier.
Rosier shrugged and reached for his drink. "Your guess is as good as mine."
"I'll have to ask her myself," Rabastan grumbled as he scratched his chin.
"Don't you even think about it, Lestrange. I'll show you what a cattails whip feels like from the merciless," Sirius snarled.
Sadie walked in between the men and glared. "This is my party. Padfoot is my photographer, and you will respect my rules, both of you. Understood?"
"Of course, m' lady," Rabastan cooed as he bowed and kissed her hand.
Sirius nodded and adjusted his camera. "You got it, Sadie."
Hermione chanced a glance over, and Sirius turned to send her a wink. That made her feel so much better as she clung to Melody's hand. This was going to be a long night after all.