When Harry and Hermione entered the Great Hall for dinner that day, they were greeted by the irate Professor McGonagall.
"Mr Potter, where have you been?" she shouted.
Harry shrugged. "Oh, we've been studying for the tournament."
"You--What--" McGonagall sputtered. "You were supposed to be at the wand weighing ceremony!"
"Oh, right, Colin said something about that!" Harry said. "Well, of you really need to know, my wand weighs about seven ounces, maybe."
"That is not what this was about!" McGonagall sputtered. "This was an event for the champions to--"
"But I'm not a champion, so who cares?" Harry interrupted her.
"But you are! And we can't have a champion not participating at the weighing of the wands!" McGonagall said.
"Great! You can disqualify me then! You'd be doing be a favour!" Harry said happily.
"You know that this isn't an option!" McGonagall said angrily. "You'll just have to hope that there won't be a problem with your wand during the task."
Harry raised his eyebrows at the teacher. "Thank you, but my wand is working just fine." he stated with a small smirk and put his right arm around Hermione's waist. "Right, Hermione?"
The girl only squeaked in response, blushing scarlet.
A few students around him snickered at that. McGonagall shook her head with annoyance and returned to the head table, but not before docking him fifty house points for his actions and his disrespect.
Hermione frowned at him while Harry began to fill his plate.
"What?" he asked.
Hermione hesitated before she said quietly, "Do you really have to antagonise the teachers like that?"
Harry looked coldly at the girl. "I'm showing them just as much respect as they deserve. Look around you, do you see the badges?"
Most students in the hall wore the blinking 'Potter Stinks!' badges.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "The badges don't really bother me, but how can the staff allow this behaviour? They're just watching on."
"They probably haven't really noticed it or don't think of it as such a big deal. If you asked them for help, I'm sure they would--" Hermione tried to defend the teachers.
Harry laughed out loudly, though he was rather miffed at the girl for her blind trust of authority. She was supposed to be loyal to him, not the teachers!
"Just look and see what happens." he told her.
He got up and walked towards the head table.
"That will be thirty points for interrupting the meal, Potter!" Snape shouted as soon as he spotted him.
Harry gave Snape a mock bow. Some Gryffindors snickered, the twins being the loudest, but most of the house was staring at Harry angrily for losing that many house points.
Snape was getting apoplectic, but Dumbledore held up a placating hand.
"What do you have to discuss with us, my boy?" the headmaster asked.
"Have you seen these badges that some students are wearing? I wondered whether the staff of this school was going to do anything about the students' insulting behaviour towards me." Harry said, motioning towards the majority of students wearing the derogatory badges.
"Arrogant prat, just like your father!" Snape muttered.
"You must learn to forgive such harmless childish acts, my boy!" Dumbledore replied calmly.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I certainly won't forgive them for insulting me while they are still insulting me!"
"You are treading a dark and dangerous path, my boy." Dumbledore said with a sad voice. "You must learn to forgive your enemies."
"Wow, so all these students are my enemies? That's worrisome!" Harry said, trying to look concerned.
"Harry, your attitude is most unbecoming. Please return to your seat before I have to take further action." Dumbledore demanded, the twinkling in his eyes gone.
Harry shook his head and returned to his seat next to Hermione.
"See?" he sighed. "They aren't doing shit."
Hermione looked affronted and didn't reply. Harry was really getting annoyed with her attitude now. He also really to come up with a plan on how to deal with the manipulative bastard of a headmaster.
But then Harry shook his head and smirked at Hermione. "Well, too bad! They'll get their due eventually. But for now, it's left to you to brighten up my mood. And I think I need to educate you on some matters."
Hermione shuddered. What degrading acts did Harry have in store for her, now? She wanted to run away and hide, but she knew that she couldn't.
Soon, Harry got up from the dinner table and Hermione could only follow her Master to the Room of Requirement for her next "training session". She regretted speaking up before.
~~~
When they entered the Room of Requirement, Hermione immediately stripped down and knelt down in front of Harry.
"Please, Ha--Master, I'm sorry for what I said!" she begged.
Harry shook his head with disappointment. "No, I don't think you are. You're still worshipping the teachers here no matter what they do. Do I have to remind you that you owe loyalty to me and only me?"
Hermione shook her head frantically. "No! Please! I'm sorry, Master! I know that! I'm yours! Please don't punish me!"
"No, I think this lesson needs some reinforcement." Harry said determinedly. "I think this is a good opportunity to show you what happens when you annoy me."
He asked the Room of Requirement to provide him with a bed and several ropes.
"No! Pleeease!" Hermione whined as he pulled her on the bed and bound her wrists together. He tied her wrists to a longer rope that he affixed to the head of the bed and then pushed Hermione flat down on the mattress.
She lay on her back, looking at him with fear in her eyes, her arms stretched above her head, tied to the bed frame.
Under her fearful watch, Harry asked the room to provide him a collection of whips. Hermione whimpered when she saw the instruments and Harry enjoyed her noises while he calmly selected a long slim riding crop.
"I will begin with your butt. Twenty lashes should be enough, I think." he said to the sobbing girl, who frantically shook her head.
"Please no! Don't do this!" she begged.
He took some practice swings with the crop and smirked at his slave.
"Then I'll do your tits. Twenty lashes again. I hope I'll hit your nipples with some of them."
"Please!" Hermione sobbed. "I'm begging you, Master! Please have mercy! I'm sorry!"
Harry chuckled and continued. "And then your pussy. Twenty lashes. I'll be aiming for your clit."
"Pleeeaaaase!" Hermione wailed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"And then, I'll fuck you real good. Your mouth, your pussy, and I think I've been neglecting your arse. I think we'll start with your freshly spanked pussy, then your arse, then your mouth. I bet you'll love the taste of your own abused arse on my cock when you suck me off."
"Please! I'll do anything!" Hermione wailed desperately.
"That's right, you'll do anything." Harry confirmed. "And what you'll do right now is to roll on your belly and present me your butt to receive your spanking!"
Hermione was crying desperately as she rolled over, panicked in anticipation of her punishment.
"You'll better count and thank me for each strike. If you lose count, we'll start again." Harry said and swung the crop, hitting her arse hard.
"AAAAAHHH!" Hermione cried. "One! Tha--thank you Ma--as--ter! Owww!"
Harry swung the crop again, and Hermione screamed again.
When the count reached twenty, her bottom that had been slightly pink before was covered with angry red bruises, and Hermione was crying without stop.
But her punishment had only begun. Harry gave her no pause and forced her to turn around on her back and continued the spanking on her boobs.
She screamed even louder this time, especially when the crop landed on her sensitive nipples.
And she screamed even louder than that twenty lashes later, when Harry moved on from her boobs to her pussy and began to spank her sensitive folds, always aiming for her clit, the most sensitive point of all.
He landed eight strikes right on top of her clit, and each time it took the wailing girl over a minute until she was physically able to resume her count.
Still, Hermione never lost count while Harry tormented the most sensitive areas of her body with forceful lashes. Only after she had thanked Harry for the twentieth strike on her aching pussy, she broke down, crying uncontrollably.
Harry gave her a short break before he undressed and climbed onto the bed.
He spread her legs apart, crawled over the girl, and aligned his stiff cock with her bright-red pussy.
Hermione looked up at him with desperate eyes. "Please, no!" she whimpered weakly.
Harry only grinned and pushed his hips forward, ramming his cock fully into her pussy.
Hermione moaned in pain and whimpered whenever his crotch connected with the abused flesh of her labia.
After a few minutes of forceful shagging, Harry pulled back and took a deep breath. No matter how good her pussy felt, he wanted to use all of his slave's holes before cumming.
He didn't order her to tun around and only raised Hermione's legs to expose her butt further. He pressed the tip of his slick cock against the girl's anus and slowly pressed forward.
"Oh, no!" Hermione sobbed when she realised his intentions. "Please, not there! Ple--AAAHH!"
He rammed his member in her arse and began to fuck her tightest hole with rapid thrusts. It didn't take long before he felt himself approaching his climax.
But Harry wasn't done yet and pulled out of the wailing girl's arse. He crawled forward, straddling his slave's torso. Hermione grimaced and desperately shook her head when he moved his hips closer to her face, his stiff filthy cock hovering inches before her mouth.
Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust and pressed her lips together, which only served to amuse Harry.
"Open up and suck me off!" he commanded, and Hermione had no choice but to obey.
Cringing with disgust, Hermione opened her mouth. She tried in vain to ignore the putrid taste of her own arse that assaulted her taste buds when she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to pleasure him. The taste was nauseating, but she had no choice but to continue bobbing her head on Harry's cock.
Hoping to get it over with quickly, Hermione increased her suction and took him as deep in her throat as she could. She was almost glad when she felt her Master's cock pulsating in her mouth a few moments later when he flooded her mouth with his hot semen. Even sperm was better than the disgusting taste of her own arse.
"Swallow it!" Harry commanded, and Hermione gulped down the gooey spunk that filled her mouth.
"Ahhh, that was perfect, Pet!" Harry groaned with satisfaction. "You're such a dirty little slut! Such a perfect little cocksucker!"
Hermione only whimpered in response, giving him a pained look.
Harry then untied the ropes binding Hermione's arms to the bed. Once she was free, the girl rubbed her wrists and carefully massaged the sore flesh of her boobs, butt, and pussy.
"I'll need a while to recover." Harry said. "I think I'll sit back and relax for a while. Later, I might spank you some more before I'll use all your wholes again."
Hermione looked at him with horror.
"Please, not again!" she begged. "I learnt my lesson! I swear! Please, don't do that again!"
"Well, we'll see." Harry said. "Until I'm ready for more, I thought you could spend some time with research."
He concentrated and a cupboard appeared at one side of the room. The magic of the room was truly amazing, he thought once again.
"Those are books on beauty charms for you." Harry informed his slave. "Why don't you try to find spells that help you to make yourself look nice for me?"
Hermione nodded and rose from the bed, unsteady on her feet.
"Don't walk!" Harry told her from the bed. "Whores like you crawl on all fours!"
With a small sob, the brunette sank to her knees and crawled to the cupboard where she began to look at the books. She took a book, laid it on the ground and began to read it, still kneeling naked on the floor.
Hermione felt exposed and humiliated, the lingering taste in her mouth was utterly revolting, her breath stank like semen, and the most sensitive areas of her body ached inside and out from the spanking and the rough shagging. Still, she was still glad for the brief reprieve. While she was reading and researching, she almost felt like herself again. But she knew well that this was only a short break before she would be used by her Master again.
~~~
"Well, did you find anything?" Harry asked one hour later.
Hermione nodded uncertainly.
"Did you find something for your hair?" Harry inquired.
"Yes. A spell to make it more wavy and elegant." Hermione said. "Shall I try it?"
Harry nodded and Hermione performed the spell. It took her a few tries, but the result was very much worth it. Her formerly wild and bushy hair was still very voluminous, but now it flowed from her head in long shimmering waves. The girl looked amazing!
"This is great!" Harry praised her. "Did you find a spell to increase your cup size?"
"Yes, but it's not lasting." Hermione answered with a blush. "It will only last a few hours. But there's a potion for lasting effect."
"Can you do the spell?" Harry asked.
"It's risky. Human transfiguration is sixth year material."
Harry sighed. "Ah, all right. We can try to get hold of the potion somehow."
"I--I can try the spell." Hermione added quickly, hoping to impress her Master to avoid getting spanked again. "I should be able to do it well enough to not get injured at least. Even if I might not be able to get the intended effect."
"Alright, go ahead." Harry allowed.
It took her a bit longer, but she did manage it in the end.
Harry watched with wide eyes as the girl's tits were transformed into solid C, almost D cups that looked even bigger on her small frame.
"Wow!" he exclaimed and began fondling her tits. "Those are perfect! You are perfect! A brilliant, perfect-looking little slut!"
Hermione only looked at him pleadingly while he groped her, afraid of what he would do to her next.
"Alright, Pet." Harry said. "I think as a reward, we can forgo another spanking. We'll return to our quarters, and I want to see you putting this amazing rack of yours to good use. And I really need to fuck these tits! As long as you're a good little whore for the rest of the evening, your misbehaviour is forgiven."
Hermione nodded anxiously. She couldn't take another spanking. She would try her best to use her body to make her Master feel good. She would clench her pussy as tightly as she could while he fucked her. She would let him use her arse without complaint. She would even eagerly deep-throat him after his cock had been in her arse. Anything to avoid another punishment. She would do her best to be a perfect little whore for her Master's cock tonight.