Deputy's Pets

Welcome to another chapter of Deputy's Pet's, something that I have brought this story over from my A03 page; UnknownEnforcer.

For now, it is Hermione's turn to fall under this. The next chapter will be the epilogue!

Chapter 2 - Hermione

It had been a month since Minerva McGonagall had made Harry Potter her sex slave, and to say that they both were enjoying it would be a heavy understatement.

Almost every afternoon, McGonagall would wait in her office, and at precisely seven in the evening, Harry would come to her office, and that was when the fun really began.

Sometimes she would simply gesture to in front of her, and Harry would drop to his knees, his eyes glazing over and having this reverence in them as he stared upon her body. As he would crawl over to her, she would lift her legs up, and Harry's eyes would gleam in happiness as he settled underneath her, making sure that his body weight was evenly distributed as she would use him as a footrest.

Sometimes, she would place him underneath her desk, and she would cast a few muffling charms onto Harry in case someone visited her at the late hours of the night. But that was very rare, and it led to McGonagall being a very happy woman as she marked and graded papers from the upper years with Harry worshipping her hairy mound, licking, kissing and even using his tongue to give her that pleasure that she didn't even know she needed.

Sometimes, Harry would stay under her desk the entire night as she read, graded and even created some additional papers and homework for her classes, and it was made so much easier when she didn't even have to move to go to the bathroom to relive herself.

She had Harry right there to do it, and after every bathroom break, she would lean back, pulling her chair away from him, and she would take the sight of his soaked skin, his matted hair and even his open mouth, which had a large mouthful of her piss within it.

She would watch as he tilted his head back, gargled the liquid in his mouth before he swallowed, where she would watch the lump travel down his throat with unrestrained glee before it disappeared down into his stomach.

He would even give a cute little burp as he did so, before he would thank her – his Mommy – for the delightful drink, before he would then go back to his task at hand to worship her pussy.

Things were just peachy for McGonagall, and unknown to her, things were about to become even better, and soon, she would have another sex slave to enjoy, and in a more... lewder sense, Harry would soon have a life-long sibling in duty.

McGonagall could not believe her eyes, nor could she handle her racing heart all that well as she witnessed the sight before her.

In the girl's bathroom, was a large, fully grown mountain troll, knocked unconscious with the large wooden club they normally carry around resting just a few feet before its head.

However, standing, with their backs to the wall, were three of her Lion cubs. However, they were not even Fifth Year students! They were First Years, and she noted that one of them, one Hermione Granger was looking especially terrified, and she could see faint tear trails running down her face. However, she also took note that one of the First Year students was her slave!

She looked at Harry, a stern look upon her face as both he and Ron looked absolutely flabbergasted as Hermione stuttered and murmured her way out of this, however, even she could smell the bullshit flying out of Hermione's mouth in an instant, and it nearly made her poor heart falter once again.

Hermione Granger, the resident First Year bookworm of Gryffindor, and the Goody Two-Shoes, straight up lying, to not only herself, but to two other Professors! Casting a quick glance out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that both Snape and Flitwick were not looking convinced at all at Hermione's lies, but they were allowing it to happen, maybe to give the poor children a break.

However, she noticed that Professor Quirrel was looking a little displeased, as a small grimace of annoyance flashed across his face, however, when he noticed her looking at him, that quickly dispersed into a concerned smile.

"Enough!" McGonagall yelled out, holstering her wand back into her sleeve as she approached the trio of quivering Gryffindors, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter, you will come with me this instant!" She commanded to them, and seeing them both meekly nod, she turned her gaze to Ron, "Mr. Weasley, return to your dorm right now! Severus, please guide him there." She said, giving Snape a look that meant to obey her.

Snarling lightly at being told to lead Potter's friend to his he gave a quick glance towards Ron, "Well? What are you waiting for?" He said sharply, before turning around and storming out of the bathroom, his robes billowing behind him.

Gulping lightly, Ron casted a quick glance towards his Head of House, but seeing the stern look upon her features, he looked down upon the ground, before he quickly scurried off behind his least favorite teacher, for his least favorite subject.

Now that it was only Filius, Quirrel and her two Lions in the room, she shot a quick glance to the other Professors, "Please, clean this up, and Quirrel, I want you to report to Dumbledore about what happened, or how the Troll possibly got in." She spoke out.

Seeing him nod his head in acceptance, she then turned his attention to the diminutive Professor, "Filius, I want you to be ready if Albus calls upon you to help fix the problem, if we find it."

Nodding his head, the diminutive Professor quickly started to clean up the bathroom.

Seeing them doing their jobs, she looked downwards, where she saw Harry fidgeting and Hermione looking mightily concerned, and the expression that she had upon her face was one of pure fear, "Now, you two, fully me, and do not dawdle." She spoke out, her heavy Scottish accent coming out with the righteous anger that she was feeling concerning her two Lions.

Meekly nodding their heads, both Hermione and Harry followed after her. However, upon Harry's face was a small blush as he heard his Mommy talk in that way.

After a few silent minutes of walking through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, McGonagall had finally led Harry and Hermione to her office. Quickly glancing over her shoulder to make sure that they will still following her, she gave a small nod once she noticed that they were indeed still behind her.

With a quick twist of the door handle, she opened the door to her office, before standing with her back resting upon it as she gazed at the two students, "Come in, and stand before my desk." She said simply.

With that, both Harry and Hermione entered the dim, candle-lit room as quickly as they could, before they followed as she said and quickly stood a few feet away from McGonagall's desk, where they could both see some pieces of parchment scattered about on the desk, along with an ink-pot.

Closing the door and giving it a small locking charm, McGonagall went around her desk, before looking at the two fidgeting students from the reflection of the window.

However, after a few moments of silence too long, she spun around, before looking Hermione right in the eye, "Well, Ms. Granger? I'm waiting-" She begun, but she was quickly interrupted by Hermione, who could no longer hold her silence.

"I'm sorry Professor!" She blurted out, gazing at the Professor, with small tears forming in the corner of her eyes, "I promise I won't do anything like that again. Please don't expel me! I'll do anything!" She begged, a few stray tears falling from her eyes and down her cheeks as she gave a few sniffles.

Taking a deep inhale to prevent herself from snapping at the First Year who so rudely interrupted her, once again, she was momentarily floored as the brunette bookworm had unknowingly opened a very dark part McGonagall, much like Harry did just last month.

However, much like Harry, she was going to make most of this situation. Much like Harry as well, the brunette bookworm was just too cute to pass up.

She just simply had to make this girl hers.

Pausing for a few moments to give Hermione an additional sense of agonizing fear, she quickly begun on thinking of plans to make Hermione Granger her bitch, and in this case, a sister to Harry Potter.

A sister slave, if you might.

"Close your eyes Ms. Granger." She said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest, briefly causing them to be more pronounced through her night gown.

"What?" Hermione quickly blurted out, confusion clear in her honey brown eyes, "Professor why do I need-" Hermione started, before she was cut off by McGonagall.

"Do as I say, silly girl, or I will have you on the Hogwarts Express in the next half hour!" McGonagall snapped at Hermione.

Yelping audibly at that threat, Hermione instantly closed her eyes, clenching them as hard as she could as she wringed her hands together in fear.

When McGonagall was positive that Hermione's eyes were firmly shut, she then quickly glanced over to Harry, where she mouthed two words to him, 'Strip. Now!'

Understanding what his Mommy was mouthing to him, Harry quickly shed his baggy robes, showing that he had followed his previous orders that were given to him, for the fact that underneath his tightly fit robe, he was indeed naked underneath, save for a pair of white socks and black shoes he was currently wearing.

However, those were shed quickly, and quietly, much like his Mommy had taught him to. Afterall, there was no need to place anymore doubt or fear within Hermione.

Nodding her head and giving a small smile of praise to her slave, she quickly opened a secret compartment that was hidden behind her desk, and quickly pulling out a corset, high heeled boots that Harry was intimately familiar with, along with a large strap-on, she gazed to her slave boy, and mouthed , 'Prepare me.'

Harry quickly moved to his Mommy, and with great caution and reverence, he took off each piece of her clothing, and greedily drinking in her immense beauty. Her smooth, taut stomach, to her hairless arms and legs that were perfectly shaven, her firm, perky breasts that made him drool, and of course, her hairy snatch that he was all too familiar with thanks to the many hours he spent underneath the desk, worshipping it.

Shaking his head away from those thoughts, he quickly continued on with his task at hand, before any annoyance was shown towards him.

He proceeded to place her boots on her perfectly pedicured feet with gorgeous painted toenails, although, as he placed the boots on, he trailed many small kisses from her ankle, up to her thighs, and his nose flared once he caught a whiff of the scent of his Mommy's arousal.

Then, he took the next article of clothing, which was the dark colored corset, and Harry took his time putting it on, gently running his hands across his Mommy's perfect skin – even if it was slightly wrinkly and pruney , he still loved it – before he gently zipped it up, taking great care to not accidentally catch any of his Mommy's skin in the zipper.

Once the corset was on, Harry instantly noticed that the corset made her look much more beautiful and sexier – another word he was taught by Mommy – but it also made her tits pop out, and look larger than what they were, and that just made him salivate even more at the thought of.

Then, Harry gently connected the strap-on and strapped it in place, making sure that it was in the correct position, as his Mommy had taught him where and how to put it on so she felt the most amount of pleasure and comfort.

To make things easier, he gently put the tip of the strap-on into his mouth, running his tongue all along the underside of the phallic object, before swirling his tongue around, making sure that it reached the other side of the strap-on as well. Once it was thoroughly lubed up with his spit, he reluctantly took it out of his mouth, before he brought his hand towards it and started stroking it, making sure that he got all his spit down the large, phallic object, properly lubing it up.

"Good boy my little slut." McGonagall praised softly to Harry, gently ruffling his hair, getting him to preen at the praise, "Mommy has trained you well. Now kneel at my feet." McGonagall whispered softly into her boy's ear, before blowing gently into it, making him shiver in delight.

Harry quickly took his place, kneeling down by his Mommy's side, and looking up at her with great reverence .

Clearing her throat, McGonagall addressed Hermione once again, "Ok, Ms. Granger, you may open your eyes." McGonagall spoke out, unperturbed as she was standing in front of a First-Year student like this.

Hearing the permission to open her eyes once again, Hermione gently peeled them open, still a small look of fear on her face as she was expecting to see a cane or perhaps some other form of punishment in McGonagall's hand.

However, what she saw shocked her even more.

She was absolutely flabbergasted, unable to understand what was happening, and what was displayed right in front of her young eyes, "P-Professor? Harry?" She muttered out, before trying to comprehend what was happening, "Wh-I-ho..." She muttered out, before shaking her head, and looking towards the Professor with a pleading gaze, "Why are you dressed like that!? Why is Harry n-naked!" She muttered out, a large dusting of pink on her cheeks as she tore her attention away from the kneeling, naked boy.

However, McGonagall didn't reply, instead, she raised her hand, and silenced the girl with a simple Silencio , "Never yell in my presence unless! Unless it is after I ask you a question, or when I allow you to!" McGonagall begun, approaching the frozen stiff form of Hermione who was still trying to speak, only to find out that she couldn't. With every step that McGonagall took, the large strap-on attached to her swayed, making it look like a very hypnotic, lewd, pendulum, "Secondly; Harry is naked because he is my slave and my slut!" She said, before gently grasping Hermione's cheeks and leaning down towards her ear, where she whispered her third thing, "Finally, as your punishment, you are now my slave and slut too! Now, you can think of Harry as your brother!"

Widening her eyes, Hermione quickly breaks free of the grip of McGonagall and raced towards the door, mute screams erupting from her throat that went unheard. However, as she tried her damned hardest to open the door, she found out that she couldn't open it!

Apparently, McGonagall used a locking charm on it!

Whimpering pitifully, Hermione turned around and faced the looming Professor, tears brimming in her eyes once more as she started to shiver like a leaf as the Professor slowly approached her, with the large strap-on swaying menacingly with every step that she took.

"You didn't think that I'd make it that easy for you to leave did I, Ms. Granger?" McGonagall asked, almost sounding offended at the way Hermione tried to escape, "You are smarter than that!" She said, slapping her across the face, before gripping her chin and tilting Hermione's head upwards, so she was looking directly into her eyes, "You belong to Mommy now." She stated, and with a small wave of her wand Hermione suddenly found herself completely naked.

Seeing the nude form of the young girl, with her very small breasts that looked more like mosquito bites, McGonagall moaned in delight as she was able to bear witness to the bookworms' nude form in all of its glory, and even with Hermione trying to cover herself up, she still caught a glimpse at her cute, pink honeypot.

Reaching down, McGonagall gently swiped her finger along the pink lips of Hermione's honeypot, and seeing a small sheen on her finger, she brought it to her mouth, before she moaned at the flavor her tastebuds were hit by, "Delicious... absolutely delicious." She murmured out, before looking over her shoulders and looking straight at Harry, "Slave! prepare your new sister's pussy for me!" She instructed her boy.

Nodding his head, Harry crawled his way over towards the naked, and shivering Hermione, his cheeks tinted pink as he gazed at the naked girl.

As he was within reach, Harry looked up, before he then wrapped his arms around her waist, and started to eagerly lap at Hermione's pussy like he was a starved dog, lathering it up in his spit, and making Hermione moan in discomfort – yet, McGonagall heard some pleasure within that moan as well.

As McGonagall watched the display with a clear sense of proudness within her eyes, she finally decides to unmute the poor naked, girl who was moaning and flinching at Harry's oral ministrations.

"Mmm~" Hermione moaned out, her tone filled with confused pleasure, "W-why does this feel so good?" She moaned out, unaware that her voice was now unmuffled, nor did she realize that she was speaking out loud.

"That is because you are a slut, Ms. Granger." McGonagall spoke out, causing Hermione to yelp as she realized that her moans were heard, "As you can see, so is Mr. Potter, as will be evident in just a moment."

After saying that, McGonagall slowly made her way behind Harry, where she could see him shaking his ass in anticipation, and if she looked carefully, she could see his rosebud twitching in anticipation as he continued to eat out his new sister.

Gripping onto Harry's hips, McGonagall slowly lined herself up, before she gently rested the tip of her strap-on on Harry's twitching rosebud, "Get ready~" She sang out.

That was the only warning that Harry received before his face was buried even deeper into Hermione's honeypot.

"Oh, Merlin! You are still so tight!" Minerva moaned out, groaning in bliss as she could literally feel Harry's ass clench down on the strap-on, causing her to exert more force to even thrust in and out of his cute little boypussy !

His muffled moans of pleasure were heard by McGonagall; however, it had a much clearer effect on Hermione, whose tongue had lolled out of her mouth and her eyes had started to roll into the back of her head, "Oh! God, Professor!" Hermione slurred out, her hands gripping onto Harry's hair as McGonagall continued to thrust with ease into his ass, and her body instinctively started to meet the movements of McGonagall as she started to grind on Harry's face, "My brain is melting! Oh, Harry don't stop!" She screamed out, before suddenly her entire body tensed up, before a large torrent of girlcum sprayed all over Harry's face, with some of it even reaching McGonagall's arms as she continued to pound into the eleven-year-old's asspussy .

As that assault continued on poor Harry, he managed to pull away from Hermione's drooling honeypot that was decorated with small amounts of leftover girlcum, "Oh, Mommy~ I love your cock in my asspussy~" He moaned out, gazing at her through his soaked glasses, "Please, let my willy squirt!" Harry begged his Mommy.

"Not yet my little slut." McGonagall softly denied him, before giving his head a small ruffle, "Mommy has much more she wants to do to her little slaves before you'll be allowed to squirt."

Removing the strap-on from Harry's ass, she took note of how thoroughly gaped it was, and it even continued to wink, almost in disappointment that the strap-on was removed from its clutches, 'Perhaps my slut needs a bigger cock next time...' She thought to herself, before shaking her head away from those thoughts, before she went to the next part of her improvised plan.

Taking the cumdrunk Hermione and levitating her up to her arms, where she could feel her soft skin once again, and McGonagall couldn't help bit to marvel at how soft it truly was. Never before had she felt such soft skin! Hermione had even surpassed Harry in that regard!

Also, it seemed like Hermione had lost a lot of energy from her very first squirt – which she knew that there will be many more to come – but McGonagall couldn't help but to jitter in excitement, as she seemed to have hit a goldmine when it came to Hermione. She was excited for the fact that was a squirter!

"Harry sweetheart, move underneath your sister." McGonagall said, before transfiguring a small red beanbag to appear on the ground, "Your willy is perfect for her ass while mommy reshapes her little pussy."

Quickly nodding his head, Harry quickly launched himself onto the beanbag that McGonagall had created, before he positioned himself so he was comfortable.

Nodding to herself as she saw Harry in position, she gently lowered down Hermione onto Harry's small, three-inch cock.

However, that was more than enough to awaken Hermione from her dream-like state as she squealed out as she felt Harry's willy in her bum, "Oh, Professor~ My bum is so full!" She moaned out, before she squirmed even more when she felt herself be lowered even further upon Harry's willy.

McGonagall smiled a perverse smile as she gently pinched Hermione's cheek, "You're nowhere near full yet my little slave." She whispered out, "Mommy is going stretch this naughty little pussy of yours to the limit!"

With that said, McGonagall used the strap-on and gently teased Hermione pretty pink folds, giving her mosquito bite nipples small pinches and a few small twists, she eventually gave in and slowly inserted the strap-on into Hermione's pussy.

And with that Hermione Granger at eleven years of age, was getting double penetrated... and was loving it!

"Oh god Professor this feel so fucking good!" Hermione screeched out, roughly grabbing onto McGonagall's arms. Her nails were digging into McGonagall's skin that blood was starting to seep out, "Please, don't stop! For the love of god don't stop fucking my kitty and bumhole !" Hermione begged, moaning in absolute pleasure as she felt all tingly inside her kitty and bumhole as they were rearranged by Harry's willy and McGonagall's strap-on, "It feels so good!"

With that, Hermione once more tensed up, before once again in a matter of minutes, squirted out clear liquid from her cunny once again, although, this one was much weaker than the last one.

Smiling lightly as she felt the liquid running down her hand, Minerva gently brushed a stray lock out of Hermione's face, before she asked her something that would change her life forever – depending on how she answered, of course.

"Do you want to be Mommy's slave with your new little brother?" McGonagall asked, briefly teasing her nipple by pinching it, as she and Harry continued to thrust into her holes harder and with more vigor .

It was now getting to a point in which the phallic strap-on outline was able to be seen, as that is how deep and how stretched Hermione's pussy had become.

"YES!" Hermione screeched out, her eyes going wide and glassy with the haze that was falling over her, "Yes I want to be your slave, Mommy!"

"Do you want to serve me, now and forever?" Minerva asked once again, unable to hide her smile that was forming

"Yes, mommy I never want to leave your side." Hermione repeated to her, a mind in a blurred haze as her tongue lolled out as she gave a lopsided smile to McGonagall.

Smiling even more when Minerva could see small hearts forming within the eyes of Hermione's honey brown eyes, she went on even further, "Do you want me to erase your parent's memories of you so you will be mine forever?" McGonagall huskily spoke out, licking along Hermione's naked chest, before giving a few teasing licks along the side of her lower lip.

"Yes, Mommy!" Hermione screamed out, her entire body tensing up once more as the hearts in her eyes became more prominent and brighter, "You are my only parent! Oh, Mommy I'm squirting again!" Hermione screeched out after she signed her life away as an even bigger torrent of girlcum squirted out of her pussy and all over McGonagall, with a few wayward dribbles dripping down onto Harry's legs below.

"Very good my little sluts." McGonagall whispered, before she removed the large strap-on from Hermione, causing lewd squelching noises to be heard. Once the tip of the strap-on was out, McGonagall could see Hermione's pussy struggling to close up, and it was nearly in a permanent state of gaping, "Now both of you, clean me off with your tongues and then you may go to bed."

With her command uttered to the two slaves, they had instantly came up to her, working in tandem as they cleaned the large, imposing strap-on, licking clean any wayward juices that either came from Harry or Hermione, whilst Minerva transfigured a simple chair to sit down, so she could witness the spectacle in front of her.

Her new slaves were so eager to clean her up – and luckily, they were fine with working together as well, not fighting over the strap-on - that McGonagall could not tell what they liked more... obeying her or the taste of Hermione's girlcum, or Harry's saliva and anal juices.

Although judging by the moans they were doing she thought it was the cum.

Very soon her slaves would be on their way to bed, bonding with each other as they began their new lives as brother and sister slaves.

But for McGonagall, the work was not done yet. She needed to organize a trip to visit Hermione's parents – now ex-parents – and she needed to make sure that she had a pensieve with her, to show Hermione the memory of her taking away Dan and Emma Granger's memory of their little girl.