Still half-asleep, Hermione was pushing back against Harry, his hard cock rubbing wonderfully against her bum. He was turning her into a nymphomaniac... now she was instigating it herself... Hermione rolled away from Harry, and found him still asleep. Lovingly she gazed at him, as she threw back the covers. He was semi-hard, either from morning wood or from her rubbing earlier... Hermione got a devious grin, and took her wand.

'Tempus' revealed it was just after six, and with Molly usually not serving breakfast until after eight – her Ronnie needed his sleep – she had all the time to do things her way for once. Maybe she could ride him to an orgasm before he was aware what was going on? With a stifled giggle, she turned around and lowered herself over Harry's lap, facing his legs. She rubbed her wet pussy over Harry's cock, and it began to stir. Hermione cast a look backwards and saw Harry was still sleeping, then gently lined up his cock vertically, and lowered herself over him until her pelvis met his.

Harry let out a slight grunt, but when she looked back, he was still sleeping, so Hermione slowly began rocking and raising and lowering herself over his hot organ, trying to keep her own moans quiet.

Her left hand found its way to her sopping wet pussy where it met Harry, and she began diddling her clit; her right hand was teasing her own nipples. Harry began pushing back a bit, and again she worriedly looked over he shoulder, but Harry's eyes were still shut. Hermione increased her movements, and felt her orgasm building... and then it hit, and she moaned through closed lips as she shuddered over Harry's hard cock.

Oh Merlin that feels so good... now quick, before he cums in me again... Hermione thought, and tried to get off her lover... only to be pushed back down again by two strong hands on her hips.

'Had your fun then babe? Now it's my turn...' she heard Harry say, and he pushed her forward so she ended up on her knees and elbows, Harry still buried in her but now hanging over her back, Harry began a hard quick series of thrusts in her, obviously working his way up to his orgasm.

'Harry! Please! My arse... do it in my arse!' Hermione panicked, how did he take control again?

'No, I want your little cunt this time... it feels as if it's made for me,' grunted Harry, placing his hands on her side to steady her as he slammed in her.

'I'll do anything, anything if you don't come inside me!' Hermione dropped her head back on the bed under the force of his thrusts, and her own betraying body was pushing back at Harry with all its might.

'Anything eh? Okay... until I say otherwise, you're going to be wearing loose shirts, your shortest skirts, and no underwear... if you agree quickly enough I may just make it in time to come in your arse instead,' Harry grunted and panted in response.

Hermione knew he must be getting close, so she shouted out 'Yes, yes, yes, anything you say! I swear it!' Harry pulled out, and pushed his cock against her rosette, pushing his way in with only her own cunt juices as lubrication. Hermione grunted at the unpleasant feeling, but held her bum raised for Harry. He made his way in her back entrance, and after only a few thrusts in her tight tunnel, he came.

Harry collapsed over her, forcing them both down on the bed, and then pulled out. 'If you want me to keep cumming in your arse, you're going to have to clean me up afterwards,' he smirked at her once he had regained his breath. Hermione blanched... that was not looking appetising at all.

'Not now though... come on babe, we're gonna take a shower and then you're going to pretend to have slept in your own bed.'

The two teens showered together, and asides from a little too much attention to her breasts and pussy, Harry didn't do anything with her that morning. As he was towelling her off, Harry said 'Remember Hermione, shirt, skirt, and no underwear. That was our deal.'

'Yes Harry,' Hermione sighed, 'and in return you won't come in me any longer?'

'Nope,' Harry tweaked her nipple, causing Hermione to yelp, 'that was just the one time. But I'll make a deal with you... I'll cum inside your cunt at least once per day from now on, and the other times you can decide where you want me, inside or outside – if you learn how to give a good blow job all the time.'

'But.. but...' Hermione stuttered, how was that any better? Then she had a thought: Tonks... if I can get her to take my place once per day and have Harry cum in her, I am safe!
'Okay Harry... we have a deal. But I get to pick the times you cum inside or not, okay?'

'Sure honey,' Harry grinned, kneading her bum cheek, 'but if you don't make up for it during the day, I'm taking what is mine at night.'

Eventually they made their way down to breakfast. Hermione was sensitive again from this morning, but did her best to sit normally anyway. From the looks she was getting, it was obvious Sirius Black and the Weasley twins knew what was going on, as well as Tonks of course.

'I like the new look,' 'Hermione, you look hot,' the Weasley twins said in their annoying twin speak, 'doing it for anyone special?' 'Or is it just to give us something nice to look at?'

'Hands off boys, she is mine,' said Harry in playful tone, sitting next to her. His left hand disappeared under the table and crept up her shirt, and he began slowly fingering her at the breakfast table.

Luckily for her the ignorant Weasleys took Harry's comment as a joke, and Ron actually laughed, 'Harry and Hermione? Come on Fred, they're like siblings!'

Harry kept stroking her folds while Hermione tried to focus on her food, and suddenly she shuddered and moaned slightly as he made her cum. Harry pulled out his hand, and slowly licked his fingers clean right in front of the rest of the table, getting an envious look from Sirius and the Weasley twins.

'Harry dear, do use a napkin in polite public if you spilled your drink over your hand,' remarked Molly distractedly.

'Hermione, are you okay? And w hy did you get your own room? It was so much fun sharing with a sister ,' Ginny asked her.

'Oh Ginny... I'm fine... it's just I 'm a little tired, I need to do so much studying and reading, with Harry's trial and my OWLs and all. I'd be interrupting your sleep with all my work all the time.' The red-head accepted that excuse, with a pout.

'Tonks? Can we talk in private?' asked Hermione, as the girls were clearing the table after breakfast – Molly Weasley insisted this was a woman's task, whereas Harry and Ron were playing a round of chess.

'Sure Hermione,' Tonks replied. Her hope flared up, did Hermione want to change places again? Harry did a number to her the other day, but the spanking had been surprisingly pleasant and she could not deny he shagged her all the way into seventh heaven. He was the master of her body, she thought to herself with a shudder.

Hermione lead Tonks off the storage room, where they could talk uninterrupted. 'Tonks... Harry is... well...' Hermione started blushing heavily, and felt her nipples start to harden as she thought of her skilled lover.

'Erm, I'm afraid Harry is going to figure it out. He wants me to give him blow jobs... and I just don't know what to do,' she blurted out, 'he keeps complaining I am much better at other times... when I'm you I mean.'

Tonks grinned at that, and saw Hermione's nipples poke against her shirt. The younger witch was getting off of this?
'Okay honey, I guess you want me to teach you?' Hermione nodded sheepishly, 'well what is in it for me?' Tonks grinned, this was an unexpected bonus!

Hermione flushed even more, 'well... one time with Harry per day until we leave for Hogwarts? But you have to let him cum inside you,'

'Three times, and one night per week, plus at least once more at the end of August' countered Tonks. The thought of getting with Harry on a regular basis was making her wet.

'Twice? And you get him tonight, and one other night before we leave?' Hermione didn't want to give her Harry up that much...

'Deal,' Tonks grinned, and held out her hand, 'now about your lesson... I'll get us some alone time and show you all I know.'

Tonks convinced Molly she had some inside information about the Ministry she wanted to tell Hermione, and that they were not to be interrupted for a few hours.

Meanwhile Hermione begged off Harry for the day, promising him her best blow job ever once she got back, and that he could do what he wanted with her all night. Harry looked at Hermione, then at Tonks, grinned, and told her it was okay.

Hermione lead Tonks up to her new room, and locked the door, 'Okay Tonks, how do we do this? We can't show exactly use Harry as a model can we? Is there something–'

Hermione turned back to her bad, and her jaw dropped. Tonks had stripped, and before Hermione's eyes, a picture-perfect replica of all five inches of Harry's wonderful cock was growing from the metamorphmagus.

Tonks was flushed heavily, 'will this do honey? Oh Merlin he is big for a fifteen-year old...' Spell-bound, Hermione walked over to the new dick-girl.

'Betcha didn't know I could do this , eh?' Tonks smiled at Hermione, and pushed her down on her knees in front of her.
'Now you'll want to start by gently taking the dick into your hands... just like that... okay now lick around the head, then up and down the sides a bit, before taking as much as you can in your mouth.'

Hermione was following the instructions as best as she can, and the dick began getting harder under her ministrations. The cock head was in her mouth, and the rest was eager for attention.

'Okay Hermione... you're doing great...' Tonks was enjoying the sensation very much, she seldom tried this kind of transformation as she was not into most women, but the little brunette had caused an itch in her that needed scratching... and making her happy meant she could get a lot of Harry time.
'Now don't ignore the balls, caress them with your hands while you try to work all inches of the cock in your mouth. Swallow it deeper in your throat... men love it when you deep-throat them.'

The lesson continued. Tonks could morph her clit into a dick, but actually shooting cum was not happening... still that only meant she could have Hermione train on her over and over again.

Harry was getting horny again. He had a fair idea of what Hermione and Tonks were up to, but he was not going to spoil a nice thing by bursting in on them, and forcing them to realise he knew he was fucking them both. Maybe he should have a wank... then he saw Ginny stare at him, and the young red-head was actually rubbing her thighs together while doing so. Apparently that crush of hers was as alive as ever!

Harry deliberately lost the chess match against Ron as fast as possible, 'good game mate, wow we've been playing long... I'm getting hungry again.'

Ron peaked up, all thoughts of a rematch forgotten, 'think mum will have some more food ready?'

'Why don't you go check mate? I'll go clean up the trophy room a bit. Oi Ginny, want to come help me?'

Ginny froze in her seat at being addressed, and stammered an affirmative. Harry wanted her to help? She had been dreaming about him kissing her for the past hour, and her special place down below felt so nice whenever she rubbed her thighs together while thinking of him... with a heavy blush, Ginny rushed after Harry to the trophy room.

'What do you want to do Harry? Maybe that big cabinet over there?' Ginny piped up, looking around the big room. She saw Harry locked the door and cast some spell at it, but he was the Boy-who-lived and knew what he was doing, right?

'Maybe later Gin,' Harry smiled at her, and guided her over to a couch, 'let's talk a bit first, just you and me. How has your summer been so far? Have you been chatting with Neville? '

'Neville?' Ginny blinked, 'oh! The ball! No, we're just friends... I was with Michael Corner for a while.' Harry's expression dropped a bit, and Ginny mentally cursed herself, 'it was nothing really, just a little talking and hand holding! He and I will never work out,' she rambled.

'I see...' Harry smiled at her, and her heart fluttered. 'Ginny... have you had your first kiss yet?'

Her heart about stopped. Was she dreaming? Harry couldn't mean that, could he?

'Not really Harry... I mean Neville kissed me on the cheek at the ball, but that's all, and –' she was stopped when Harry leaned towards her, and pressed his lips against her. With a sigh of pleasure, Ginny kissed back, and then felt his tongue press against her lips. She opened them slightly, and felt the strange sensation of another tongue invading her mouth. It was all she ever dreamed off, the Boy-who-lived was kissing – no snogging – her, and he would ask her to be his boyfriend, and they would have a big wedding, and they'd go to live in a castle, and –

Harry broke the kiss, and a flustered Ginny was trying to catch her breath. Then she felt Harry touch her breasts through her shirt, and stiffened.

'You're so pretty Ginny... I want to see you naked. Won't you do this for me?'

'Har– Harry? Naked? All the way?' Ginny stammered, sure she wanted him to see her, but here and now?

'I'll do the same Gin-gin...' Harry kissed her nose briefly, and then took of his shirt. Ginny just stared at his bared chest, and didn't react as Harry began pushing at the shoulder ties of her brown frock, then them to the side. Underneath she was wearing a modest brown bra, covering her apple-sized breasts.

'Wow Ginny, you did grow up nicely over the summer,' Harry smiled at her again, pushing her frock down further. Ginny shook herself awake, and a blush crept all the way from her belly-button to her face when she realised Harry could clearly see her bra.

'Harry... please be gentle,' she sighed, and Harry slowly fondled her breasts through the bra cups, then before she even realised it, had unsnapped the offending garment and her breasts were exposed. Harry kissed her again, while he took her breasts in his hands, and slowly caressed the sides of her orbs before he twirled her nipples between her fingers. Ginny moaned, and let Harry guide her on her back on the couch.

'What else do you have for me Gin-gin?' Harry kissed down her body, pushing her dress down further and further, until it crumpled up against her hips. He put his hands beneath her, and raised her bum. Instinctively, Ginny helped him, and Harry pushed her dress all the way past her hips, down her long legs, and let it drop on the floor. Ginny closed her eyes, as she was lying in front of Harry wearing only her little white panties with pink hearts drawn on them.

Harry saw her panties were getting soaked with a large wet spot, and smiled, 'looks like someone is feeling really good...' he stroked a finger over the wetness, and Ginny arched her back and moaned loud. Good thing he cast that silencing spell!

'Oh oh OooOooh! Morgana's tits!' Ginny had come from the touch, having been on edge for a while now. As she shuddered, she felt Harry pull down her soaking panties, and realised she was naked in front of the boy she had been dreaming about for as long as she could remember.

Harry inspected his newest would-be conquest. She was a lithe thing, her fourteen-year old body only just beginning to develop, although the baby fat had begun disappearing and she definitely had womanly hips. Her breasts were on the small size but if Molly was anything to go by she'd end up with D-cups at the least if not more... and to his satisfaction her little slit was only covered by a very light peach fuzz.

Harry knelt between her legs, and kissed up her legs, lingering around her thighs a bit, before he moved up. He skipped her wet core and clit, and kissed all around her outer pussy lips until he smelt the obvious arousal.

Ginny was moaning and thrashing, it felt like her orgasm was still continuing, and Harry was making her feel wonderful. Then finally Harry kissed her lower lips, and Ginny came again, harder than ever before. She was gushing out her juices, and Harry let it lubricate his fingers, before he entered first one, then another finger inside her. He entered her all the way beyond the first knuckle, and found her cunt to be tight, wet, and strangely unobstructed. 'Gin-gin... no hymen?' he asked her, as he finger-fucked with her his right hand, and rolled her clit between his left thumb and index finger.

'Lost it... oooOoh... Quidditch accident last year... Oh Morgana, don't stop Harreeeeeeee' Ginny moaned in reply, as Harry brought her to yet another climax.
He popped out his fingers, and quickly pushed down his own pants and boxers, then knelt over Ginny and kissed her again.

'Do you want me, Ginevra?' he asked her, lubricating his cock on her wet pussy folds, 'I want you so bad now...'

'Oh Harry,' Ginny moaned, 'yes, take me, make me yours...'

'Will you be my servant forever in exchange for the life debt you owe me over the Basilisk? Tell nobody my secrets, and obey my every command?' Harry teased her wet entrance with his cock head, but rejected Ginny's attempts to force him in her.

A small part of Ginny's mind was screaming at her not to accept, as such an oath would reduce her to less than a House Elf in status... but a much bigger part, overwhelmed by lust, was telling her to accept. After all, it was her Harry, and he loved her back didn't he? Swearing a slavery oath to him was not bad?

'Yes Harry... yes master, I am your slave... now take me please,' Ginny moaned, and Harry thrust in her all the way. As he bottomed out in her, a red harsh glow surrounded the two, and out of nowhere a black leather collar appeared around Ginny's neck, with a stylized "P" on the front. As Harry was pushing in and out of the tight little redhead 's cunt, Ginny was feeling ancient magic take hold of her. All her dreams and wishes were removed, until only unwavering loyalty for Master remained behind. She would literally die for him, if he told her to... nothing mattered except for His wishes.

Harry finally felt his orgasm approaching, and pulled out of his new slave, splattering her all over with his cum. Ginny was a mess, cum dripping from her hair all the way down to her abused little cunt. As she was riding out her last orgasm, Harry slowly pumped his cock dry over her.

'Clean yourself up, you can use your panties as a mop, then lick them clean and wear them again,' Harry ordered her, 'you are to call me Harry unless we're alone, and act as you normally would as long as it doesn't conflict with my orders. Then we have to explain things to your parents, don't speak unless asked a direct question. Follow my lead in the discussion, understood?'

'Yes Master,' Ginny said, feeling joy at being ordered around. Doing exactly as he told her, she used her sopping wet panties to get all the cum off her body, draining them of their contents in her mouth, before she was finally done. Her Master's taste mixed with her own was giving her thrills of pleasure as it shot down her throat.

'Good girl,' Harry told her, and she came on the spot, soaking her soiled panties even more.

'Now get dressed, and follow me.'

The collar was a part of Ginny's bond, and could be hidden by Harry's will, but for the coming discussion it was best to let it be visible. The teens went to the kitchen, Molly Weasley spotted the collar on Ginny, and screamed out 'Ginny, what have done!'

'Molly please, calm down,' Harry said, stepping between the enraged matriarch and her daughter. 'Please call Arthur over, I can explain everything. Ginny made a huge mistake, but it's okay, I will protect her.'

Molly calmed down a little bit, and called Arthur home from work early. Ron was off being the test subject for his brother, Hermione and Tonks were still up in Hermione's room, and Sirius and Remus were busy doing something in the cellar, so it was the best possible time for a small family discussion.

'Harry, you said you could explain?' asked Arthur, once he arrived. Seeing his daughter with a slave collar had been an immense shock, but if anyone could be trusted, it would be Harry.

'Sure Arthur... well Ginny and I were cleaning the trophy room, and we were talking about the Tournament last year. I mentioned that it was weird that something like the Goblet of Fire could create a magical contract, and asked Ginny if she knew about those things.

'Ginny replied that they were somewhat uncommon, but she had read about it, then joked that since she owed me a life debt, she could swear herself to me. I thought she was joking, and told her that was absolute nonsense, but then she said something like "well it would go like this: 'I, Ginevra Weasley, acknowledge my life debt to Harry James Potter, and will be his bond servant for the rest of my life'", and before we knew it a red glow surrounded us and when I could see clearly again, she had the collar on.

'Arthur, Molly, neither of us thought these things were real! I am so sorry, but I can feel Ginny's bond to me magically now.'

'Ginny... is that what happened?' asked Arthur, and Ginny nodded, pretending to be ashamed but secretly she was overjoyed at being able to help Master like this.

'Oh Arthur, our little girl!' cried Molly, embracing her timid husband.

'Harry... as Head of House Weasley I must apologise for my daughter's mistake. I only ask of you that you treat her like she were your own sister, and keep her safe from now on. And please, allow us to have her with us at the Burrow once it is safe again... you will always have a place with us as well,' Arthur pleaded with Harry. Nobody knew much about magical bonds, but what Harry and Ginny said made perfect sense. They were just fooling around, who knew that could accidentally trigger the worst of all bonds, a slave bond?

'I promise Arthur, I'll treat her exactly like my real sister,' Harry replied. And since I don't have a sister, that means I can do what I want without breaking my word, he mentally added.
'Ginny, do what your parents tell you to for the rest of the summer, and Molly, Arthur, I promise I will treat her just as she deserves once we're all back at Hogwarts,' he added.

'Thank you Harry,' Arthur said with a relieved sigh, not realising that Harry had promised essentially nothing at all. 'Harry, you may not realise this, but you can make Ginny's collar visible or invisible with your will... please hide her status from the others for now.'

Harry nodded, and Ginny's collar faded. Molly was still upset of course, but Arthur assumed that Harry had everything under control. If only Dumbledore would be there, but for some reason the geriatric wizard refused to come near Harry at the moment... something to do with the slander in the Daily Pravda.
As for Ginny, of course she would obey her parents if Master wanted her to... unless those orders conflicted with His orders.

Three girls down, more to come.

Ginny's bond is different as you see, whereas Tonks and Hermione are basically in a love bond with Harry and it is their love for him that makes it (nearly) impossible to deny him, Ginny's Life Debt made her his slave. Yes Harry could have done the same with Hermione but in some way he loves her back, so that was not an option.

The differences between the two kinds of bond are great, Ginny will die on the spot if Harry tells her to, or kill someone for him, or let him pass her around like a two knut whore. Hermione and Tonks are in love with Harry, and while it is a supernaturally strong love, he cannot abuse it to make them fuck others or kill or die for him.