With the start of the week, classes took up most of Harry and Hermione's time again, and they didn't have much time for any training sessions -- of both kinds.
With the first task of the tournament approaching, Harry delved into studies of both offensive and defensive spells, but he didn't know if it would help him in the end. He still didn't know what he would have to do for the first task. But trying to learn more powerful spells was the best thing he could do in preparation. They also kept up with their Occlumency training. There wasn't much time for anything else.
By now, Hermione was behaving like a good submissive slut most of the time, so Harry just used her to his pleasure in their breaks without doing any extended training sessions with her. He usually let her suck him off between classes when they had only little time. He liked her on her knees, subservient to him. She was trained well enough to take and swallow his cum without complaint, so he no longer ordered her to keep his sperm in her mouth for longer times. It was good that she was able to talk again in class, as some teachers had started to become suspicious. Harry also allowed her enough time each day to complete her homework assignments, and he relied on her help for his tournament preparations.
Hermione, too, fell in some kind of routine. She was getting used to her duties by now. She didn't exactly love blowing Harry and swallowing his cum, but it simply became normal for her that there would be a lingering taste of sperm on her tongue practically all the time. She was getting used to it. Harry also fucked her pussy and her arse both at least once or twice each day, so she never knew which of her holes would be used next. The constant anticipation kept her continuously aroused and her pussy was always moist for her Master's cock, much to Harry's delight when he noticed it.
He told his slave that a good whore always had to be wet for cock, and he liked to randomly push a finger into her slit to check if she had kept herself aroused at all times. Hermione often rubbed her thighs together even in class or during meals to pass those inspections. So far, by the end of the week, Harry never had to punish her for a failure in her duties.
Hermione was glad that there had been no more punishments, though he did spank her each morning to remind her of her place. She tried to be a good girl about it though and always accepted her spankings without complaint.
Her constant arousal also caused her to become even more submissive. As she couldn't orgasm without permission, Hermione was always eager to take her Master's cock in her pussy, as he usually allowed her to cum with him then. Harry took great pleasure from observing the transformation of the uptight bookworm into a needy, cum-hungry, sex-addicted little slut.
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On Friday, Harry thought that it was time to dedicate more time to his slave and he decided to once more combine work and pleasure by using her as his motivation for learning new spells.
They entered the Room of Requirement after an early supper, and Hermione immediately knelt down and stripped naked, knowing well what was expected of her.
Harry looked at her with appreciation, his dick growing hard at the sight of her perfect body, and he willed the Room to provide a large bed.
"Pet, I have good news for you." he said with a smirk. "I don't need your assistance with research for the rest of the day, so why don't you just lie down and get ready for me to put your holes to their intended use?"
"Yes, Master." the brunette replied meekly and crawled to the bed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs, her hands immediately moving between her thighs to play with her pussy to make herself nice and wet for her Master.
Harry walked over to her and watched her for a short while before he asked the Room for some ropes. Hermione gave off a weak moan of protest when he took her hands and pushed them above her head, binding her wrists to the bed posts. He proceeded with ankles, so that she was tied spread eagle on the bead. Her legs were spread widely, allowing him a great view at her glistening slit. Her pussy lips were parted slightly, and her pink inner walls that were slick with her juices.
"Oh, you can't wait for me to fuck you, can you?" Harry asked with a smirk as he trailed his right hand along her body, caressing over her breasts and nipples before moving downward until he brushed over her clit and probed her entrance with his fingers, eliciting soft moans from the girl.
"Ooohh! Pleeease! Yes! Yes, I need it!" she whimpered, her face flushed bright red. "Please, Master, I need your cock inside me! I need to cum!"
She really was adorable like that, Harry thought. But he decided that he had to make something clear to her. He withdrew his fingers from her quivering cunt and swung his arm, hitting her pussy hard with the flat of his hand.
"OOWWW!" Hermione screamed.
"This isn't about your pleasure!" Harry yelled and smacked her two more times.
"OWW! AAHH! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the girl screamed, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.
"Your purpose is to bring pleasure to your Master!" Harry told her loudly. "This isn't about you! All your holes are for me to use! I decide when you get to cum, and you're lucky that I enjoy seeing you orgasm, or otherwise you wouldn't get to climax at all. You should be grateful that I'm that merciful with you!"
"I am! I am grateful!" Hermione cried. "I'm sorry! Your slut is sorry, Master!"
"Well, try again, then." Harry said.
"I--Master, would you--" Hermione hesitated. "Please, Master, please use your slut's holes! Please, let me milk your huge cock with my tight pussy! Please fill me up with your cum!"
"That's more like it." Harry said with a grin and climbed on the bed, opening his trousers as he leaned over the girl.
He freed his cock, positioned himself, and pushed forward, plunging his cock inside her hot, clenching pussy.
They both moaned in pleasure as he picked up the pace and slammed into her with fast, rhythmic thrusts. She was dripping wet, and her juices coated his cock and soaked the sheets under her.
It didn't take long before he felt his climax approaching. He buried his cock in her pussy, and with a groan of pleasure, he came, spurting his cum deep inside her depths, painting her inner walls white with his seed.
A moment later, he allowed his arms to give way and collapsed sideways, groaning in relief. Hermione whimpered when he withdrew from her, desperate for release after having gotten so close to the edge of orgasm.
Harry only smirked at her and sat up on the bed. He scooted towards her until he knelt over her with his cock right above her mouth.
She knew what he wanted her to do and parted her lips, taking him in her mouth and licking him clean of his cum and her own juices. All the while, she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. Harry knew that she badly needed to cum but was afraid to ask for it.
"Okay, here's the deal." he told her while she whirled her tongue around his shaft. "I'll keep you tied up here for the rest of the evening while I practice some spells. Whenever I make some progress, I reward myself and I get to cum inside you. If you're a good little slut for all of it, I might just let you cum at the end of the evening. Sound good?"
He leaned back, allowing the girl to release his cock, and stood up from the bed.
"Yes, Master." Hermione replied weakly. "Thank you, Master, for cumming in my pussy and using your slut like she deserves."
Harry chuckled. "Just keep it up, and you might get a reward later."
Harry then started with his spell practice. Whenever he accomplished an interim goal, he returned to the tied-up girl to reward himself for his success. He used all her holes as well as her boobs repeatedly that evening, sometimes alternating between her pussy, arse, and mouth, until he finished in one of her orifices. By the time curfew approached, Hermione was well and truly stuffed with cum.
For the last shag, Harry started out with her arse and then enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes while he reached back with his right hand to fondle her overstimulated clit and pussy.
"Now, I've been very happy with you today." he said between groans of pleasure while she bobbed her head on his slick member. "Would you like to cum now?"
He withdrew his cock from her mouth and scooted back between her thighs, allowing Hermione to answer him.
"I--Yes, but--But only if it pleases you, Master!" Hermione answered, panting heavily.
"I think it does please me." Harry said as he aligned his cock with her opening and pushed forward. She moaned and grinded her hips against him, meeting his thrusts with her own movements while her slick pussy was squeezing down on his cock.
"Alright, I'm getting close." Harry groaned. "Whenever you're ready, you may cum as much as you want!"
Hermione's response was immediate. Her pussy clenched even tighter than before, and she let out a loud scream.
"OH YES YES YEEES! OH MY GOOOD!"
Her contractions sent Harry over the edge, too. He groaned in pleasure as began filling her up with one more huge load of cum, her clenching pussy milking every last drop of it from his cock.
The feeling of her Master finishing inside her only sent further spikes of pleasure through Hermione's body.
"Oooohhhh! YES MASTER!" she creamed ecstatically.
To Harry, it felt like forever until his cock stopped pulsating, and even then the girl's pussy continued to rhythmically squeeze down on his slowly softening member.
Harry enjoyed the sensations for a while longer, but eventually, he took a few breaths and pulled out of her.
"Oh wow." Hermione muttered breathlessly as she slowly came back from her orgasmic height.
"Yeah, that was pretty good." he chuckled. He then stood up from the bed and untied his slave.
"You were amazing, Pet!" Harry praised her as he helped her up from the bed.
"Thank you, Master." Hermione said with a dazed smile.
"Let's get you cleaned up." he said and led her to the luxurious bathroom that the Room had provided at his request.
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"You know, you really are a great motivator!" Harry told her with a grin when they had dressed again and got ready to return to their own quarters. "I still don't know the task. But I'm sure the spells will help, and I wouldn't have learnt this as fast without you."
He was really making good progress. He had mastered useful spells like the shield charm and the summoning charm and was now mostly learning more dangerous spells like explosive and cutting curses.
Before they stepped out of the Room of Requirement, Hermione halted and surveyed the room with the broken chunks of all the training dummies that Harry had destroyed during his spell practice.
She sighed and turned towards Harry. "The school--They'll all make your life more difficult when you use such violent spells, you know?" she told him.
"I'm sure they will!" Harry snorted. "But they already try to make my life difficult about the tournament now. At least then, they'll be upset about something I actually did do."
He noted how Hermione gave him a brief look of annoyance.
"What?" Harry asked.
She looked at him hesitantly. "Please forgive me, Master, but -- You can stop this, you know?" she said with a small voice. "It's not as if this would change anything between us if you finally admitted it."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked with annoyance.
"That you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, obviously." Hermione said. "Honestly, I don't know why you keep telling this lie even to me."
Harry scowled, getting upset with her. But he realised that he had never given her a real reason to believe him. That had to change, he decided.
He walked back to the couch, dragging Hermione with him.
"Fine, let's sort this out once and for all." he told her as they sat down. "What magical means are there to find out if someone is telling the truth or not?"
Hermione frowned at the request but answered nonetheless. "Several, but all of them can be fooled. Veritaserum, the truth serum, would be the most common. There are other magical artifacts that can force someone to tell the truth. Or a Pensieve could be used. But we don't have access to any of those things. An Unbreakable Vow also works, but it requires a third person as a bonder."
"Hm." Harry mumbled. "What's a Pensieve?"
"Well, it allows you to share memories, but we don't have--" Hermione halted when a stone bowl inscribed with runes appeared on the table in front of them.
"Well, it seems we're in luck then." Harry said with a smirk. The Room of Requirement was really a great asset.
"Now, how does it work?" he asked, only for a small book to appear next to the Pensieve.
It took them a few minutes, but Harry quickly learnt how to extract a memory and play it in the Pensieve. He extracted his memory of the conversation between Dumbledore and Snape that he had overheard two weeks earlier and put it in the Pensieve, and he told Hermione to watch it.
She put her head inside the Pensieve, and when she exited it ten minutes later, she was pale, an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.
"Convinced?" Harry asked, smirking.
"You--you really didn't cheat your way into the tournament?" Hermione asked with a weak voice.
Harry only shook his head.
"And Snape and Dumbledore are really plotting to kill you?"
Harry gave her a grim nod.
Hermione couldn't believe it. Harry had been telling the truth all along! She remembered how he had asked her to give him a way to prove that he wasn't lying before he had made her his slave. But she hadn't listened to him. She almost felt that she deserved what he had done to her. She certainly could understand his frustration with the school, the professors, his friends, and especially with her now. She had treated him horribly, so now he was treating her even more horribly in return. It was only fair, she thought sadly.
She also couldn't believe that her Headmaster would want Harry dead. Out of anyone in the Wizarding World, other than her old Harry who had saved her from the troll as a first-year, Albus Dumbledore was the wizard she had respected most. He had defeated the Dark Lord Grindelwald and was the only one that Voldemort had ever feared. She felt as betrayed by the revelations as she knew Harry felt.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" she asked sadly, even though she knew the answer already.
"I tried to, remember?" Harry replied.
Hermione nodded dejectedly. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
"Yeah. But, well, you're making up for it now." Harry responded and got up. "But it's late, we really have to go now. It's already past curfew, so we'll have to be carefully."
Hermione nodded and followed him, her gaze lowered to the floor as she trotted behind him.
They sneaked back to their chambers and got ready for bed quickly. Harry simply snuggled into Hermione and fell asleep almost immediately, not in the mood for anything else that night.
Hermione was left to her own thoughts. She regretted not listening to Harry after Halloween. How could she ever have believed Ron that Harry had admitted to have entered his name in the Goblet of Fire? Why didn't she speak to the boy she loved immediately and listened to his side of the story? Abandoned and wrongly accused by everyone, of course he had sought revenge. Her betrayal had to have hurt him the most, and at the same time she had been the easiest target. If only she had behaved like a true friend, he might not have turned into the person he was now. And she would have still been free.
Even though, she was ashamed to admit, the part of her that liked what was happening to her was growing. It wasn't that bad, what they did, really. Harry had gotten much gentler with her recently. In another situation she might have enjoyed their sessions. A growing part of her didn't mind having sex with Harry and even enjoyed it most of the time. She just didn't want to be enslaved to him.
No! She shook her head, angry with herself. She didn't like what was happening to her, she assured herself. She wasn't a submissive slut! What he had done was inexcusable! At least Harry had promised to free her after the tournament. She felt weirdly conflicted at that thought. It took her a long time until she drifted off into a restless sleep.