Ron and Hermione stood a good ten feet apart from each other, still arguing about Hermione's decision to go with Victor Krum to the Yule Ball. Hermione's hair was coming out of its elegant bun now, which certainly didn't help her mood. Neither did the fact that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many hints she gave him, the fool--the Light-blasted, imbecilic FOOL!--had yet to realize that she fancied him!
"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" She yelled?
"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girl's staircase to bed. She was careful to hide her tears.
--
Three hours later found Hermione lying in bed, trying fruitlessly to cry herself to sleep. How...how could such a good person be so stupid? So thick? How could Ron not know how she cared for him? The thought that he was truly that ignorant only made fresh tears flow, and did the opposite of what Hermione wanted, which was comfort her.
Hermione sniffled, and then a thought occurred to her. Maybe...maybe Ron wasn't that thick. Maybe the reason why Ron didn't ever act on Hermione's hints...was that he didn't fancy her.
Suddenly filled with a new sense of determination, Hermione had to know. What did Ron really think of her? Did he think she was beautiful? Did he want her? Or was she just a bother?
Taking only a moment to compose herself and using a small charm to remove the redness from her eyes, Hermione made herself decent and marched down the girl's staircase onto the banister that separated the boy's and girl's dormitories. Yet when she opened the door to the boy's staircase, she found Harry just inside it, his hand reaching for the doorknob.
Hermione was startled. "H-Harry!"
"Hermione! I was just coming to see you."
"You were?"
Harry nodded, his wild black hair waving gently. "Can we talk?"
"Uh..." Hermione found herself torn between talking with the one friend who had always been consistent with her and questioning the friend who hadn't. But looking into Harry's emerald green eyes, Hermione knew that she had all night to wake Ron up, but Harry wanted to talk to her now. "Yeah, sure."
The two made their way down to the Common Room. Hermione sat gracefully in her favorite chair, but Harry didn't sit. Instead he stood staring into the coals of the fireplace. There was just enough light from them to cast a slight shadow onto Harry's haunted face. When had he developed that posture, the one that suggested that he held up the world? When had he gotten that haunted cast to his eyes? When his name came out of the goblet of Fire? Sooner? Harry was a young man, but had the spirit of an old one.
"How..." Harry started, then hesitated. "What do you think of Ron?"
Hermione was surprised again. Was that what he wanted to talk about? "He's a nice guy. And thicker than Goyle."
Harry caught her eye, then smiled just slightly.
"Ok, not quite that thick. But still..."
"He isn't thick at all, Hermione." Harry said quietly.
"Then why--?"
"Because he knows that someone else has their eye on you."
Hermione's eye widened slightly. "Who?" She whispered, not trusting her voice.
"...Me."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Then two more for good measure.
"I love you, Hermione." Hermione's heart stopped again. "Since last June, when you helped me rescue Sirius. The risk you put yourself to...you could've gone to Azkaban for helping him, could have been expelled for using that Time Turner like you did."
Harry turned to face her. "When I make a sacrifice, it's no big deal. People expect that from me. It's as though my soul is made to make sacrifices, and even though sometimes I feel like people take that for granted, I really can't say that I'm upset about it. It just feels...natural...for me to act the hero, to save the day. But when others risk themselves for me..."
Hermione understood. She hadn't even realized what a profound effect her actions had had on him, but now that he said it, she understood. It was like when he and Ron had saved her life all the way back in her first year.
Hermione nodded.
"Ron...Ron has no interest in you. Not because of anything you did...but--"
"He thinks I'm ugly." Hermione said, her eyes down.
"Nah, he thinks you're cute enough. It's just that he's more interested in me than you."
Hermione's eyes snapped up again, wide.
"Yeah. He knows that I'm not like that, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't want a girlfriend."
"So..." Hermione breathed, "Where does that leave...us?"
"Wherever you want us to be." Harry said. "I won't force my love on you if you don't want it, but..."
Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She fled.
--
Hermione spent the next several days in a haze of confusion. Even when she was with her friends, even when she pretended as though nothing had happened, she couldn't keep the conversation out of her mind. Over time, she began to see Harry in a new light, began thinking about what it would be like to be on his arm. To say the least, she didn't find the prospect distasteful. And so, while she was learning about unicorns from Professor Grubbly-Plank, she made up her mind. It couldn't hurt to try, right?
So, after lunch, she made her move.
Practically inhaling her chicken salad sandwich, Hermione turned to Harry. "Can I get your help? I need some help looking something up in the library."
Harry was surprised, and...a little suspicious? Or was she just imagining things?
"You need his help?" Ron asked. "Hermione, you practically live in that library. I wouldn't be surprised if you could recite perfectly all the books in there."
Hermione ignored him. "Please?"
Harry eyed her, but nodded anyway, and they walked to the library.
Hermione walked deep into the forest of bookshelves, Harry following closely. Finally, when she was sure that she was safe, she turned and looked Harry in the eyes.
"This isn't about looking for a book, is it?" Harry asked coyly.
"No. Look...I've been thinking it over, and...well, I can't deny that I like you. I won't say I love you; I'll save that for when I do. But when I do, you'll know that I'm being sincere. Until then..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then roughly grabbed his head and kissed him. Not the most romantic or graceful kiss in history, but it was good enough. At lest it was until Harry's hands started to drift downwards. Then Hermione had to break the kiss.
"Oh no you don't. I'm no hard, but I'm not easy either."
Harry chuckled, which unexpectedly took Hermione's breath away. "Ok, got it."
--
Hermione's eyes drifted open. Drifted open from the deep sleep that Dumbledore had put her and Ron under. She was pleasantly surprised to see Harry keeping her head above water, although when she realized what a struggle it was, she hastened to do her part too. She was surprised to see Gabrielle Delacour under Harry's other arm. Did he bring her up, too? What had happened to Fleur? Hermione quickly took Gabrielle from Harry so that he could sluggishly swim to shore, and helped the French part-Veela over to Fleur, who was just barely being held back from the water by Madame Maxime. Harry came out of the water-finally-just as Madame Pomfrey was wrapping Hermione in a thick blanket and forcing Pepperup Potion down her throat. Hermione's ears steamed. Harry made a beeline for her.
"Are you-pant-ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine...you didn't..." Hermione smiled despite herself. "You didn't take that song seriously, did you?"
Harry blushed beet red, then a thought occurred to him. "When I was down there, I saw Krum rescue Ron. Why did--?"
"Oh, Krum's been in the closet for years. Bulgarians aren't as accepting of openly gay men as Britains are. But even he couldn't resist Ron once he started hanging out with him."
"I wondered why they were spending so much time together."
Madame Pomfrey finally managed to get a thick blanket around Harry and some Pepperup Potion down his throat, which Hermione realized she'd been trying to do for the better part of a minute, but Harry had refused her until he was certain that Hermione was safe. Somehow the foolish action made Hermione's heart glow. "Anyway, I'm really proud of you. You figured the clue out all by yourself!"
"Well--" Harry started, then he seemed to glance toward the Judge's table just over Hermione's shoulder. "Yeah, that's right." He finished, a little louder than necessary. Then he looked back to Hermione, steam still gushing out his ears, and brushed his hand through her hair. "You had a water beetle in your hair."
"You were well outside the time limit, though, Harry...Did it take you ages to find us?"
"No...I found you okay..."
Harry seemed to be blushing faintly, which Hermione thought was cute as hell, and she wrapped him in a kiss that went on for much longer than she had intended it to.
While kissing, Hermione barely registered Professor Dumbledore making an announcement. "A conference before we give the marks, I think."
Harry reluctantly broke the kiss. "They're about to announce what a stupid stunt I pulled."
"I doubt that. I think what you did was admirable." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ok, it was a little stupid. But still admirable."
Harry gave her another quick kiss, and Hermione melted into his arms. "I think we'll have to continue this kiss later tonight."
Harry looked down at her. He knew exactly what she was saying. "Are you sure?"
"If I truly am the most important thing to you...then definitely."
--
As expected there was an after-Task party in the Gryffindor common Room that night. And as expected, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the centerpieces. A surprising number of girls were suddenly interested in Ron...after all, he had never made it public that he was gay, but the task pretty much let the cat out of the bag. Why that made him interesting to the girls, Hermione did not understand, but then, she wasn't all that worried about it. Ron was also besieged by a number of boys who wanted nothing more than a chance to meet Krum and get his autograph.
Hermione had a different problem. Before now, she and Harry had kept their relationship low profile. In fact, most people didn't know that they were IN a relationship, since their new connection so closely resembled their old one. But now that it was proven that Hermione was Harry's most cherished thing, the cat was out of their bag as well. So Hermione had to endure quite a few questions from the girls about Harry, an alarming number of them sexual. If she had a Sickle for how many times she was asked how big Harry was, she could've opened a shop in Diagon Alley. But the simple fact was she didn't know, she had never seen it. Sure, they had petted each other, but she didn't mention that part. She also didn't mention that for a virgin, Harry's hands were SKILLED. It was getting to the point that Hermione was beginning to crave his touch, because it was the fastest and best way she knew of to get off. Yet despite all of that, neither of them had disrobed in front of the other. Yet.
--
After a while (far too long for Hermione's taste), the party slowed down and eventually stopped, so that finally Harry and Hermione were the only students left in the common Room. With a hungry smile, Harry held out his hand to her. Moment of truth: in or out?
Hermione didn't hesitate. She took his hand and let him lead her up the dormitory stairs, through the door leading to the boy's dorms, and down the circular steps. After three full flights downward, Harry led her into a dorm room that Hermione was surprised to see was empty.
"What-?"
"This is one of many unused dorms here on the boy's side. All of the ones we passed are empty, but I figured you'd want a space buffer."
"For what?"
Harry gave her a knowing look. "For your moans."
Hermione blushed profusely.
"Harry lit a fire in the stove, then sat on the edge of a nearby bed. "Strip."
In the back of her mind, Hermione knew that she would end up obeying that arousingly strong voice, knew that she would bend to his will. Yet, inexplicably, her mind resisted.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Harry's expression didn't change one whit. "I mean strip. All the way."
"What if I don't...want to?"
Harry cocked his head slightly. "Do you?"
"N-no." Hermione lied.
Harry considered her. "Then we're done here." He stood up.
Hermione felt a stab of fear. "What?"
"If you really don't want to do it, that's fine, I won't force you. But Hermione...I can't be lied to. I cant."
Hermione bit her lip.
"Now do you or don't you want to strip for me?"
"...I do..." Hermione whispered, her voice betraying how much she liked the...aura...she was getting from him. The aura of control. The aura that she would do as he commanded.
"'I do, Master.'"
"I do...Master..." In the back of her mind, Hermione marveled at how right that felt, as though calling him Harry had been as using a nickname.
Harry sat back down on the bed, and looked at her expectantly. Hermione steeled her nerves, then began by pulling her sweater-vest over her head, then took off her tie, shoes, and socks. The stone floor was cold to her bare feet, but Hermione was much too engrossed in what she was doing to truly notice.
"What should I do next...Master?"
"Unbutton your blouse."
"Yes, Master." Hermione reached for the first button.
"While on your knees."
Hermione's eyes snapped back up to him, silently asking if he was serious. Harry's eyes said that he was.
"...Yes, Master." Hermione lowered herself onto her knees, barely registering how hard the floor was. One by one, she undid the buttons of her blouse, each one feeling like a slip further away from humanity and into bestiality. In short order, her blouse hung loosely about her shoulders, her practical white bra peeking out from beneath.
But not for long.
"Accio." Harry muttered. Hermione's bra ripped itself free and flew to Harry's hand. Instinctively, Hermione covered her chest, but Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm sorry...I was just surprised..."
Harry nodded, understanding. "Hands behind your head."
Hermione complied, keeping her elbows high like she knew he wanted. The result was that her blouse parted, letting Harry see her petite, but still growing, breasts. Harry licked his lips, an action that Hermione suspected was involuntary. Hermione's blush spread down her chest.
"Please, Master...don't stare..."
"How can I not? Hermione, you're gorgeous. Can't you see that?"
Hermione couldn't meet Harry's eyes. "I'm not beautiful. I'm just a plain bookworm."
"That is not what I see." Hermione met his eyes again. "I see a beautiful bookworm with a soul full of courage, and heart full of love."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at his praise.
"Now then, loose the blouse and return to your kneel.
This time, Hermione had no trouble removing the clothing, tossing it aside. The fire Harry had lit was warming up the room, but it was still cold enough to cause Hermione's nipples to stiffen. Or maybe it was Harry's lusty stare.
Harry got up, crossed the short distance, and feel to one knee in front of Hermione. He reached out with one hand and gently cupped Hermione's breast from below. Harry had done this before, but never while Hermione was completely topless. With Harrys hand on her breast, their eyes met.
I love you. Hermione said. I love you so much thatif you really wanted to be my MasterId let you
Harrys hand moved up to cup Hermiones cheek. A move both of love and possession. Do you like being a slave girl?
Hermione didnt even have to think about it. Yes, Master. It justfeels right. Like I was always meant to be your slave girl.
Harry smiled, then kissed her gently. It didnt remain gently for long. In a flurry of passion, Hermione soon found herself on her back on the cold stone, Harry, barebacked, lying above her, looking down at her both with love and desire. Oh yes, definitely with desire.
Little slave, if youre still wearing panties by the time I get my pants undone, theyll end up with a hole in them.
With a giggle, Hermione pulled her panties down as far as she could reach, just in time to see Harry free his rod.
Hermione gawked at it. Granted, it was still growing, but even soit was big! And he was going to put that inside her?!
You wanna taste it? Harry offered.
Taste it? As in!!!
Oh God yes!
Hermione nodded.
Harry stroked his cock slowly; he had a mischievous glint in his eye. Ok, Ill let you suck me. But to earn the privilege, you have to admit that youre a cock-hungry slut.
Hermione stared at him in disbelief.
How had he found out?!
MasterIm a cock-hungry slut
Satisfied, Harry crawled upward until he was straddling Hermiones stomach. He was still stroking himself slowly.
Hey Hermione, have you ever heard of a French fuck?
Hermione shook her head, still staring longingly at Harrys prick. God, how could she be so desperate for it?!
Another term the Americans use is titty fuck.
Hermiones jaw went slack. Youyou can do that?
Oh yeah. Let me show you. As if he had been doing it for years, Harry slid his 5 of throbbing manhood between Hermiones breasts, then guided Hermiones hands to her own breasts. If you squeeze them together, itll feel even better.
Hermione did so, and was surprised when her modest breasts wrapped completely around it. Harry began thrusting gently, and Hermione was surprised at how good it felt. Certainly it wasnt as exciting as if Harry were fucking her pussy, but there was still an exotic feel about it that Hermione found electrifying in its own way. Harry was actually fucking her breasts! And by the look on his face, he was enjoying every second of it! And the best part was whenever Harry reached the crest of his thrust, the head of his knob came within reach of Hermiones mouth, and she got to suckle him until he pulled back teasingly. His pre-cum tasted divine, and there was plenty of it, much of it spilling into her valley.
After a minute Harry seemed to get his fill of violating her cleavage and snaked his way down her body. You did that very well, little slave. He said with a small smile. Would you like a reward?
Hermione nodded weakly, equally terrified and excited at what her new Master might do to her, at what perverse feeling he would addict her to next.
Harry slid his way down to between Hermiones legs. He spread her legs and lifted Hermiones skirt and visibly gaped. Hermione shut her eyes, unable to take his gaze.
Please stop staring at me
I cant. Its too beautiful.
Well, you dont have to stareyou can have it whenever you want
Hermiones eyes snapped open in shock. Oh God, she didnt just say that out loud, did she?
Yes. Yes she did.
Really? Harry asked.
Fuck it. Y-yes, Masterafter all, Im your slaveits my job to give you anything you want She hesitated, then, blushing, spread her lips, revealing her hymen. Including this. You can have my virginity, Master.
Harrys smile was full of love. Thank you, little slave. Ill take good care of you.
I just have one request.
Harry listened intently.
Please leave mymy assaloneuntil Im going to have your babyplease promise me, Master.
I promise, little one. Now, are you ready for your reward?
Hermione nodded eagerly. Eagerly as a slave.
Harrys reward turned out to be a long kiss.
On Hermiones cunt.
Hermione gasped sharply and her hips bucked at the unexpectedly wonderful sensation. Every little movement Harrys mouth made sent shock waves of pleasure straight to Hermiones core, making her grunt and moan like a raging slut.
Master! Hermione practically yelled after only a minute, Im almost there! Dont stop, please dont stop!
Harry had been waiting for this. With one fluid motion, Harry straightened and drove his cock into her to the hilt in one thrust.
Hermione yelled at the sudden unexpected invasion, the sharp piercing pain. But it wasnt as bad as it could have been, since Harry had brought her so close to climax before popping her cherry.
Damn, Hermione, youre tight Harry said softly. Let me know
Go Hermione whispered.
What?
Harry didnt realize what he had done. He had awoken a long-drowsing part of Hermionethe part that had to get fucked NOW.
Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry. Fuck me, Master. Fuck me like the whore you know I am. And dont pull out when you cum. I want you to hurry up and make me pregnant so you can fuck my ass, too.
Harry got an evil grin. As my whore wishes. He unwrapped her legs and pushed them up to Hermiones chest, actually feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. He thrust slowly at first, mostly because he himself was close and didnt want to finish before Hermione.
Faster Hermione moaned, giving Harry the sluttiest look he had ever seen, her eyes wide, glazed with lust, and her mouth open as her breath came in horny gasps. I want my first time to be the fuck of my life.
Yell out what Im doing. Harry commanded.
Youre fucking me!!! Im a horny bitch and youre fucking me like one!!! Ah, yes!! Yes, Master, like that!!
Hermione--!
Do it, Master, hurry! Inside me!!
They came together, Hermiones orgasm so strong that she almost completely blacked out as she felt the most wonderful sensation of the night: Harrys seed filling her womb.
She was just awake enough to feel Harry pick her up and carry her to the bed he had been sitting on. As he lay down to spoon her, Hermione heard him speak.
Youre addicted to sex, arent you?
Yes, Master, she answered tiredly, but mostly to your wonderful prick.
--
Hermione awoke with a start. She was lying in her bed in the Gryffindor Tower, her collar sticking slightly to her neck.
Wow. It had been a long time since she had dreamed of when she first submitted to her Masters will. And a longer time since she had had an orgasm while asleep. But she couldnt deny that she loved that memory. It was as though she had blossomed into a beautiful, slutty flower that night.
She curled up under her blanket and went back to sleep.