Their first class this morning was Transfiguration, and Harry and Hermione quickly made their way to the classroom. Harry occasionally glanced at his slave's face and smirked at her expression. She was still scowling and occasionally gagging due to the load of cum that she was forced to keep in her mouth until he told her otherwise.
They reached the classroom only after the class was about to start. When they entered, all eyes turned towards them.
Professor McGonagall looked at them disapprovingly. "Five points each from Gryffindor for being late." she informed them.
Harry nodded with indifference, but Hermione was even now devastated for losing house points.
When Hermione started to walk towards her table at the front of the classroom, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her with him to his table at the back.
The whole class started to whisper at that, and Ron glared at Harry even more hatefully than usual, before McGonagall called the class to order and continued with the lesson.
Hermione gave Harry a pained look.
"Hmhm?" she mumbled, unable to speak due to her predicament.
"What?" he whispered.
She nodded her head towards the rest of the class.
"You're worried what people are thinking about us?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Too late for that. They knew something was going on when we entered the classroom together. The kneazel is out of the bag. We'll think of a cover story, don't worry... How about this: I explained myself, you believed me, we made up, and you became my girlfriend. How does that sound?"
The irony of course was that this was exactly what might have happened if she had been willing to listen him.
Hermione gave Harry a quizzical look, having the same thought, and then simply nodded once. Resignedly, she then tried to focus on the lesson.
That was, she tried to pay attention, but she really couldn't concentrate on a single sentence McGonagall was saying. She couldn't stop thinking about what was happening to her. Again, Harry had used her in the most degrading way possible, no surprise there. She silently gagged at the taste of the semen that was filling her mouth again.
But now they were discovered and Harry wanted to publicly claim her as his girlfriend. She had dreamed that Harry would ask her to be his girlfriend -- Once, before he had become the monster he was now. But now, he would say that the was his girlfriend, only to cover up that she was his slave. It wasn't fair!
Hermione didn't speak a single time during class, causing McGonagall to give her strange looks. Hermione was just glad when the class finally ended.
When McGonagall dismissed the class, Ron immediately got up and stormed towards Harry and Hermione. His face was red with anger.
"What are you doing with the traitor?" he shouted at Hermione.
Harry spoke up instead of the girl. "I convinced Hermione to help me with the tournament, asked her to be my girlfriend, an she said yes." he told his formerly best mate.
"YOU WHAT?" Ron screamed. "Typical Potter, always has to get everything! I hope you die in the first task!"
Harry was surprised by the intensity of Ron's outburst. He palmed his wand, but Ron simply huffed, turned around and stormed off to the next class.
Harry then tried to talk with McGonagall about getting private chambers as a Triwizard champion, but she dismissed him as the next class was about to start and told him to come back after classes. Harry accepted that and he and Hermione left the room and also made their way to the next class.
On the way, Harry dragged the reluctant girl into a broom closet. After he told her to swallow the cum in her mouth, he ordered her to blow him again and soon filled her mouth with a fresh load of sperm.
The rest of the day progressed in a similar fashion. Harry used his slave in every break and revelled in her misery and humiliation. He would love to watch how she would slowly come to internalise her new purpose and place in life as his slave and fuck toy.
During lunch and dinner, Harry and Hermione sat together at the Gryffindor table. People were whispering about them, but Harry was used to it by now.
Hermione, however, was extremely uncomfortable. She was especially anxious that people would notice the dishevelled state of her clothes and that it would be discovered what Harry and her had been up to. She didn't want people to think of her as some easy slut.
Luckily, everyone went back to focus on their own meals soon enough. Only Ron kept glaring at the couple, though he somehow managed to stuff his face with food at his usual pace.
~~~
After dinner, Harry lead Hermione to the Room of Requirement again, giddy in anticipation of another "training session" with his slave.
When they entered the room, Hermione immediately stripped down and knelt down in front of Harry, awaiting his instructions. She had learnt from the previous punishment.
"I have planned something special for today." Harry told her while she looked at him anxiously. "I will take your last virginity today!"
For a moment, Hermione frowned in confusion, before realisation hit her.
"Oh god, please no!" she pleaded frantically.
"No? You dare to say no to your Master?" Harry asked with a threatening voice.
Hermione didn't answer and only pleadingly looked up at him with trembling lips.
"Fine." Harry relented. "I will not fuck your arse until you ask me to do it."
Hermione let go a breath of relief. "Thank you, Master! Thank you!"
"However." Harry continued. "You will be punished for saying No to me."
Hermione looked at him with trepidation.
"Slave, for your punishment, you will stay in this position and masturbate rigorously until I tell you to stop!" Harry ordered, smiling mischievously.
For a brief moment, Hermione looked surprised and relieved. But when she started to caress her pussy with her right hand and squeezed her breasts with her left, the shame was apparent on her face.
"You might wonder how this is a punishment?" Harry said with a smirk. "If you have forgotten it already, you still can't cum without permission."
He grinned and gave the groaning girl a pat on her head.
"See you in an hour or so, ta-ta."
And he left the room, sealing the door behind him.
Hermione looked after him in shock. She had been ordered to stay in position and she had to keep on playing with herself.
"Damn you, Harry!" she cursed.
Soon, Hermione's juices were running down her legs and glistening her fingers. She felt herself approaching the edge of orgasm, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to climax. This was about to be a long hour, she thought, as she continued to diddle herself, unable to stop.
~~~
After Harry left the room, he made his way to McGonagall's office. He had to finally talk with her about his rights as a Triwizard Champion.
McGonagall narrowed her eyes when he entered her office.
"Mr Potter, what do you want?" she asked with annoyance. "I haven't changed my mind about what we spoke last time."
"No, you were right, Professor." Harry replied politely. "I have read the tournament by-rules, and the rules state clearly that the professors may not offer any assistance to the champions. However, the rules also state the champions have the right to name up to three fellow students as their confidants and assistants. Furthermore, the rules state that the champions have a right to an own apartment for the duration of the tournament, for themselves and their assistants."
"I'm aware of this, Mr Potter." McGonagall nodded.
"I name Hermione Granger as my confidante and assistant. And seeing the way Gryffindor is treating me, I request that private chambers are given to us. With two bedrooms of course." Harry told his Head of House.
"And this is this what Miss Granger wishes as well?" McGonagall asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well, you can ask her yourself, Professor. But have you ever seen her do anything she didn't want to do?" Harry asked. Internally, he chuckled at the irony of his statement.
McGonagall looked at him for a long moment.
"I have seen that the two of you have gotten closer. Miss Granger has my permission to assist you with the preparations for the tasks. But I can't let the two of you share an apartment. It wouldn't be proper." she decided.
"The rules are clear on this." Harry replied calmly. "There are no requirements as to who can be named as assistant. It is my right as champion to demand this. Denying this request might be seen as interference in the tournament on your part, and you might lose your magic."
He was pretty sure that the only the champions' magic was at risk because of the Goblet. There was no real risk for professors losing their magic over interfering in the tournament. But if McGonagall could use that argument to deny him assistance, he could use it to his advantage, too.
The professor sighed. "I don't approve of this, but... I have to allow it. I'll let the house elves prepare a two-bedroom apartment for you two. It's located two portraits to the right of the Fat Lady, behind the portrait of the Drunken Knight. The password can be set by yourself."
"Thank you." Harry said appreciatively.
"But I want you to promise me that you won't abuse this privilege. Promise me that no -- no untoward and improper things will happen in that apartment." the woman said sternly.
"Of course, professor. There will be nothing untoward and improper going on. You have my word." Harry said easily. It wasn't even a lie. There was nothing improper about treating his slave -- his property -- in exactly the way she was meant to be treated. It was only right and proper for him to use her.
"Thank you, Mr Potter." McGonagall said with a nod. "Your apartment will be ready in an hour."
"Thank you, Professor." Harry acknowledged and turned to leave the office.
~~~
Harry returned to the Room of Requirement almost two hours after he had left. He had stayed in the library to do some homework, as he wanted Hermione to stew for a while.
When he entered the room, he was immediately hit with the scent of Hermione's juices. She was kneeling where he had left her, rubbing her clit furiously with one hand while finger-fucking her pussy with the other. Streams of her juices were running down her thighs, forming a big puddle in which she knelt. Her fingers were wrinkled from the wetness.
When she saw him enter, she immediately started pleading.
"Oh, p--please! Hhmmm--I--ooohhhhh--I have to cuummmm, ooohhh! Please, Master, let--let me cum! Ohhh!" Hermione whimpered.
"You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you?" Harry teased her. "But I'm sorry, you may not cum today."
"NO! PLEEEASE, Master!" Hermione shouted in frustration.
"The only way you are allowed to cum today is with my cock in your arse." Harry told her, smiling mischievously. This had been the plan all along. "So if you want to cum, you only have to ask me to fuck you in the arse."
"Wha--what? I--oohhh--I won't ask for that!" Hermione replied defiantly.
"Fine, it's your choice. Don't mind me, I'll just be sitting on the couch reading this Defence textbook." Harry told her and sat down.
Hermione whimpered and continued pleasuring herself. For the next minutes, the only noises were Hermione's moans and the wet noises of her fingers gliding in and out of her slick pussy at a fast pace.
After ten minutes, she started pleading again. "Please, please Master! Ahhh! I--I can't take i--it any longer! Ohhh! Please let me cum!"
"You only have to say the words." Harry said calmly, not even looking up.
Hermione didn't reply, but she was getting desperate. After five more minutes, she finally capitulated. She was completely besides herself. Her mind was a mush, after more than two hours constantly on the edge. She needed release, no matter how.
"Okay, fine!" she shouted.
"Fine, what?" Harry asked her with a grin.
"Don't make me say it?" Hermione begged.
"You don't have to say anything." Harry said, returning his eyes to his book.
"PLEASE! Please Master, fuck me in the arse! Fuck my arse so that I may cum!" Hermione begged, utterly ashamed of herself.
"Well, if you insist." Harry said gleefully. "Get on the couch, kneel and bend over it. And don't stop playing with yourself." He instructed her.
Hermione did as commanded. She leaned over the couch and presented her bottom to her maser.
Harry approached her, grabbed her hips and spread her bottom cheeks. Hermione moaned wantonly when he rubbed his cock against her pussy, lubricating it with her juices, before he positioned his shaft at her puckered hole.
He leaned over her, whispering into her ear. "What do you want me to do?"
Hermione, still diddling herself, shouted with desperation. "Please, Master, fuck my arse! Put your cock in my tight arse! Cum in my arse!"
Harry pressed forward and Hermione groaned when her back-entrance yielded. Slowly, Harry slid forward until his until his cock was fully buried inside her depths. This felt so much different than the girl's pussy -- her back passage was almost searing hot and far tighter. It felt incredible!
Hermione was whimpering, if in pain or in pleasure he didn't know.
Nor would she have been able to tell him if he had asked her.
Slowly, Harry slid back and forth, building up speed.
Hermione, still caressing her clit, moaned again. "Please, Master, I have to cum! Pleeease!" she begged.
When Harry felt his climax approaching, he finally granted her wish. "Alright, slave, cum for me!"
He thrust himself forward in her as hard as he could, slamming his hips against her bottom cheeks, and Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head when she was hit with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
"AAAAHHHHHH! YES! YES! YEEES!" she screamed. "OH MY GOD! YES! Fuck me Master! Fuck my arse! YES! OOOHHH!!!" It lasted almost a minute, and she was squirting all over the couch.
Harry, feeling her orgasmic contractions milking his cock, also got over the edge and exploded deep inside her depths, emptying his balls in his slave.
After a while, he pulled out and slumped onto the couch next to the utterly exhausted girl.
"That was amazing!" he exclaimed, still breathing heavily. "Let's get cleaned up."
Hermione was still unsteady on her feet from her orgasm when she followed him into the bathroom that the room had provided.
Harry pulled her into the shower with him. While they let themselves be rinsed by a stream of hot water, Harry soaped up first himself and then Hermione, paying especially close attention to her folds and her perky tits.
As her faculties returned slowly, the shame for what she had done hit Hermione fully. She was utterly mortified by the way she had acted, like a slutty whore. She had actually orgasmed while she had been fucked in the arse. She couldn't believe it. And there would no respite for her any time soon, as evidenced by her master's hands still fondling her most private areas.
After a while under the shower, Harry told the girl what he had done before.
"I have great news for you!" he said to her. "When I was gone before, I went to see Professor McGonagall. I used my status as Triwizard Champion to get her to assign me my own private chambers. I also named you as my assistant and confidante for the tournament. That means we will share the apartment."
Hermione paled as the implications hit her.
"There will be two bedrooms, not that we will need two." Harry continued with a smirk. "I have to say, I start thinking that being a champion might not be so bad after all."
"Oh god, how could the Professor allow this?" Hermione asked with exasperation.
Harry shrugged. "McGonagall tried to stop me, but the rules are clear. I can name whoever student I want as assistant, they only have to agree. You'll confirm that of course, if anyone asks you."
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "Hurry up!" he said as he reached for a towel. "We have to pack and move out of the Gryffindor tower!"
~~~
An hour later, Hermione was putting her belongings in the closet in her new bedroom in Harry's quarters. She was desperate about what this change would mean for her. Things had gotten from bad to worse. Now, there would be no more escaping her enslavement even during nights.
The apartment consisted of two bedrooms with en-suit bathrooms and a small living room. It was furnished in the same style as the Gryffindor tower.
"Are you done?" Harry asked as he appeared in the door of her bedroom.
Hermione nodded in response.
"Good. Now, I think it's obvious that you putting your stuff in this bedroom is only for appearances' sake. Get ready for bed, and then come to my bedroom!"
"Yes, Master." Hermione whispered resignedly.
She got ready for bed, and as they had just showered a short while ago, she was done quickly.
When Hermione entered Harry's bedroom wearing her nightgown, Harry shook his head disapprovingly.
"You won't be wearing clothes in here unless with my expressed permission." he told her.
Hermione had expected this and nodded dejectedly. Slowly, she slid out of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor.
Harry also stripped down and lay down in the bed, unclad.
The naked girl remained standing at the doorway, looking at Harry anxiously. She knew better than to try to cover herself, but her posture clearly showed that even now she still felt uncomfortable being exposed completely in front of him. Her shoulders were hunched forward she kept her legs pressed together tightly. She looked adorable like that, Harry thought.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry asked. "Come to bed! Or would you rather sleep on the floor?"
Hermione reluctantly stepped forward and slid into the bed, covering herself with the blanket. She lay down at the edge of the mattress, trying to stay away from Harry.
He noticed that immediately. "Nothing of that! Get close to me!" Harry growled.
Hermione started sobbing. "Not again, Master, please! Not again. Oh god, how often in one day do I have to do this? How can you keep doing this to me? I'm not some property--some pet!"
Harry smirked at that. "But you are my property. My pet. Would you like me to call you by that from now on? My pretty, slutty pet?"
Hermione's sobbing increased at that.
Harry snuggled against her from behind. He caressed her boobs with one hand and stroked her hair with his other. However, he didn't really feel like shagging her again. He was simply too spent for that after the day he had with his slave.
"All right, Pet, we will take it easy for now." he soothingly whispered into her ear and kissed her neck softly. "You have been a good girl today, and you deserve a reward for that."
He moved his hand that had cupped her breast towards her nether regions.
"You have my permission to cum as much as you want tonight." he whispered.
Slowly, he began to caress her folds. With his thumb, he massaged her clit, while his fingers moved along her labia.
It took a while, but Hermione slowly relaxed from her agitated. Her breath hitched and she started to moan softly. "Oh, yes--yes, Master! Mhmm! Ooohh!"
Harry continued his movements for a few minutes, slowly increasing his pace. Then, he thrust three fingers deep inside his slave's pussy. This was too much for Hermione and her climax overtook her.
"YES MASTER! Oh god, YEEES! AAhhhh!" she cried out in ecstasy. Her whole body convulsed repeatedly from her orgasm before she fell limp, breathing heavily.
Harry moved his now very wet hand back towards her boobs, gently stoking her, while Hermione slowly drifted off into sleep.
"Thank you, Master." was the last thing she mumbled before sleep claimed her.