Hermione laid in her bed, her ears perked. She was waiting to hear the tell-tale snores from next to her bed; Parvati always snored loudly when she was fully asleep, and Lavender always fell asleep before her. Her heart was already beating frantically in anticipation for what was in store for her tonight.
There! Seriously, that girl needed a gag or something! But Hermione silently blessed the Indian's volume tonight, as it made it easy to know that she could go.
Hermione quietly crept out of the room, still wearing her pajamas and collar. She might have changed, but she was just going to take her clothes off again anyway. Outside the room, she took out her wand and tapped the top of her own head, nonverbally muttering the charm that would deliver her to her pleasure. The odd feeling of cold water dribbling down her body told her that she had cast the spell effectively, and when she double-checked in a nearby mirror, she confirmed that she was almost totally invisible, save for a VERY slight ripple effect.
Replacing her wand, Hermione set out.
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Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. When Dumbledore said that security was tightened, he wasn't kidding! Hermione was almost discovered twice, only barely managing to escape Tonks and Mad Eye. But finally she was here, in front of the statue that guarded the Prefect's Bathroom. She leaned in close to the head of the statue and whispered the password.
"Bullocks."
The statue slid aside, making far too much noise for Hermione's taste, but once she was inside, she didn't care. She had arrived, and nothing would stop her now.
"What took you so long, slave?"
Hermione was taken by surprise as Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his chin into her invisible neck, and Hermione leaned back into his embrace.
"I had to wait for the girls to fall asleep."
Harry grinned. "You could've just brought them with you."
"Uh, no. Tonight is for us, not them."
"And yet you're still invisible." Harry walked over to the pool-sized bathtub and sat cross-legged on the edge. He had already doffed his shirt, which let Hermione enjoy his lightly toned chest and abs. "Are you ready?"
With a smile, Hermione removed her pajamas, then took her wand and removed the Disillusionment Charm.
She could feel Harry's eyes raking her body as she became visible again. She blushed slightly when the water-like effect revealed her firm breasts and Harry's eyes latched onto her already-hard nipples. Hermione knew that Harry loved her chest...and for good reason. The last time she wore a bra it was a 42B, and that was almost 6 months ago! Of course, once the spell made her hips visible again, Hermione blushed even deeper; Harry was staring at her bald snatch.
"Please, Master...don't stare..."
"It's just...so beautiful..."
This of course only made her blush deeper, but in an enjoyable way. Her Master liked her body...wanted her body...
When finally the Disillusionment Charm was completely removed, Harry beckoned for her while pointing at the floor. Hermione knew that signal well...it had been one of the first that he had taught her.
Hermione dropped to all fours and raised her head to look Harry in the eyes. And she crawled to him, letting her behind sway a little bit as she approached. When she reached him, she sat on her knees with her legs spread so that if he chose, Harry could stare at her pussy. Hermione clasped her hands behind her neck, which emphasized her bosom, and smiled up at Harry. Hermione had been doing this long enough to know what this pose did for him, and what he, in turn, would do to her.
"Am I a good slave girl, Master?"
Harry swallowed. "You truly are, little one." Harry cupped her cheek with his palm. "I'm happy to have you."
Hermione hummed happily. When her Master was happy, she was happy. And when she was happy, she got wet, like she was right now...even without panties, she could feel her love tunnel preparing for her Master.
"I love you, Hermione."
Hermione stared at him. He had never said that before they actually had sex before. Always he had reserved that for after she had serviced him, held it as a reward for her own loyalty. He had never volunteered it before.
"I...I love you too, Master. So much..."
Harry smiled, and patted the tub next to him. Brought back to why she was here, Hermione leaned against it, arching her back, and gave him a seductive grin. "I'm ready, Master."
Harry wasted no time. He cupped Hermione's bald pussy, his hand getting drenched in her juices. Hermione moaned at the contact, and the fire was lit. Even if someone walked in on them it was too late; Slut-Hermione had been awoken by Harry's touch, and Hermione would get fucked tonight, one way or another.
Harry brought his hand up and smelled it. "My my, Hermione, already so soaked...you must want this bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Master..." Hermione moaned as she looked back at him.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me!" Hermione gasped. "Please Master, I want you inside me so bad, I'll do anything!"
"And which hole should I fuck?" Harry asked as he unzipped his fly. Hermione turned to look back at that sound, and she stared at the bulge in his jeans.
"My mouth, my pussy, my ass, anything Master please just fuck me! I'm such a slut I need it now!"
Harry doffed his pants, letting Hermione gaze at his 7 inch long cock. The center of Hermione's world. For a long time Hermione had been willingly broken, made a slave to that member, and she wanted it again, as hard and fast as Harry could manage. Harry knelt behind Hermione and rubbed the shaft of his cock against Hermione's ass crack, making Hermione whimper in anticipation.
"Bark." Harry ordered. "Prove that you're a slutty bitch, and I'll let you be one."
Hermione felt embarassment even through the extreme haze of arousal. Harry was dehumanizing her, and of all things, it felt right!
"W-woof...woof woof..."
"What are you?"
"I'm a good little bitch...I'm a sex slave, and my only purpose is to wrap around your hard cock until you blow your load inside me..."
In one smooth motion, Harry slid his dick into Hermione's cunt, and the girl gasped in pleasure. As Harry slid to the hilt into her love nest, Hermione couldn't help thinking, :I'm complete again...:
Harry went slowly at first, a testament to his self-control. Hermione knew that she had a tight pussy, and more than once Harry had gone too fast and finished before she did. But Harry had been doing this long enough to know Hermione's tells, know when she was close to her climax, and he knew what the best things to do to get her there were. Over and over again he dragged his member almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix, and each time Hermione almost yelped in pleasure. When Hermione became so wet with arousal that her juices began to drip onto the floor, Harry bent over so that his chest and her back were touching, and his mouth was a mere inch from Hermione's ear. Still thrusting slowly, Harry whispered, "My God, Hermione, you're so hot and tight back here..." His whispers, full of throaty desire, only increased the amount of juice around his cock. "This must be primo jail-bait pussy here...I bet men would pay a thousand galleons to feel you around them..." Harry reached around with one arm to stroke his slave's clitoris, and Hermione yelped. "Oh my, do you like this?"
Hermione nodded wildly, too far gone to speak.
"Are you close?"
Hermione nodded again, sending her hair flying with the force.
"Good girl...cum with me..."
Without warning, Harry raised up again and began to plow her cunt, and Hermione lost all self-restraint. She cried out in ecstasy, begged for more, not caring that she might be heard by a passing patrol. After only half a minute of the increased sluttiness, Harry came, blowing his jism deep into Hermione's cunt. Harry's orgasm sparked Hermione's, and she milked Harry's cock of all his hot stickiness, nearly blacking out in the process...
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Dumbledore was pacing in his study, listening to the various former Headmasters and Mistresses debating ways to cure his recently-injured hand. Well, half-listening. He doubted that any of their methods would work, especially after all the work that Snape had put into sealing the curse.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, there was a very familiar chime.
Surprised, Dumbledore marched over toward the Sorting Hat, lifted it up, and picked up the book that it had been sitting on. He opened it up to find a new name glowing on the list of future Hogwarts students: Hermes Potter.
Dumbledore chuckled.