A/N: Woot! I am back with another Post-Hogwarts/War story! This fic is for Harmony & Co's Prompt Bank Garage Sale writing fest and the prompt I got was: Harry and Hermione meet at a BDSM club. The prompt was submitted anonymously so whoever you are, here's your story!
This is another one of those ideas in my head that I've been meaning to write for the past few years and finally, I'm putting it down on paper (so to speak). Much love to Indo_Carib and HHrPie for being my betas for this chapter! I hope you all enjoy this one! xx
Harry Potter entered the main floor of Imperium. The familiar scents of leather, sweat, and sex filled him, relaxing him. He had been gone for a mission in Russia for several months and he had missed being in the club. Nine Inch Nails' Closerplayed on the speakers placed around the club, several couples dancing to the deep bass on the designated dance floor on the right front side of the room. He watched them for a few beats before heading to the bar at the left side of the room.
"Master Harry! Welcome back!" The tall, red-headed woman behind the bar greeted him. Harry gave her a smile as he took a seat, nodding at the other members who also gave greetings.
"Mistress Dianne, good to see you," he replied as she placed a bottle of his favourite ale in front of him.
"Are you playing tonight?"
He took a drink before he responded, "Probably not. Master Kane asked to meet me and Ron tonight but wouldn't say what about. Besides, I'm still beat. I'm in no condition to top anyone efficiently right now."
Dianne nodded as she waved her wand to chill a bottle of beer before levitating it to a patron at the far end of the bar. "I saw him earlier heading towards the back." She nodded her head towards that direction.
"Well, he didn't set a time on when we were going to meet so I'll just hang out here for a while and wait for Ron," he said before taking another swig of his ale. He was about to call out to Dianne when a petite blonde woman knelt beside his chair, her palms up on her thighs, and head bowed down. Harry took a moment to appreciate the high protocol then moved to cup her chin, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him.
"Did you need something, little one?" he asked in a low, commanding tone. He could see her tremble from the sound of his voice, her pupils dilated, anticipation clear as well as anxiety and need.
"Will Master Harry play with me tonight?" she asked. He had topped her before and while he enjoyed the experience, it wasn't enough to entice him to do a scene with her again at the moment.
"I would love to, little one, but I can't right now." He tapped her nose. "I'm sure there's a dom around who would be happy to give you what you need tonight."
The blonde woman's hopeful expression changed into disappointment, but she nodded her acceptance. As she walked away, Harry saw someone else approach him and a smile grew on his face.
"Hey, Harry."
Harry returned his greeting and watched as his red-headed best friend took the seat beside him and a familiar blond man knelt next to Ron's legs. The light blue leather cuffs on his wrists matched the latex boxer briefs he wore, a contrast to the black leather harness wrapped around his trim upper body. He caressed his cheek with a finger and was rewarded with a warm smile.
"Hello, Draco."
Draco looked up at Ron, and he gave him a smile and a nod.
"Hello, Master Harry," he said with a smile. "We're happy you got back safely from your trip."
"Thank you," he replied. He turned to Ron, who was smirking at him. "What?"
"Not even ten minutes in Imperium and a sub is already kneeling for you."
He laughed. Merlin, it felt good to laugh after the shite he went through during his last mission. "Saw that, huh? As much as I want to indulge, I'm still tired and I don't think I could get in the right headspace tonight. Besides, Master Kane said he wanted to meet tonight about something important."
"He told me the same thing earlier at the Auror office. Have you seen him yet?" Ron inquired as he reached down and stroked Draco's hair with such tenderness that Harry's heart ached a little. He envied his friends for finding love and being able to share and enjoy the lifestyle together. A working vanilla relationship was already hard to find, but a Dom/sub relationship was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Dianne said he went to the back. He's probably in his office now. Should we head on there?" Harry proposed. The red-head nodded his agreement, then offered his hand to Draco and helped him stand.
As they headed to Master Kane's office, they approached the public scene areas beyond the sitting areas that served as a divider from the bar and the dance floor. Sawhorses, chains, and two St. Andrew's Crosses were just among the equipment the members of the club used and enjoyed. Several doms and dommes greeted both Harry and Ron and smiled at Draco as they passed by. They had stopped at one roped-off section and observed an ongoing scene. Harry directed the dom's attention to the tight cuff on his sub's ankle before heading off again towards the back of the club.
They entered an open set of double doors and into a wide hallway. Each side alternated with large glass panel windows that let the members look in and watch, which could also be slid open to hear the ongoing scenes, and metal doors. Each room was a different theme and with the late hour, were already bursting with activities. They reached another set of double doors with a "Private" sign on top.
They tapped their wands on the hidden rune ward on the right side of the door, recognising their magical signatures and granting them entrance. Several more doors led down another hallway. They headed to the lone door on the left, and Harry knocked.
"Enter."
The vast office had walls in dark wood panels and the floor was covered with soft, red carpets. One side of the room was lined with shelves filled with several knick-knacks and books. Across from it was a fireplace, and a bar stood next to it, stocked with different kinds of expensive liquor. In the middle, comfortable leather settees and armchairs were arranged around a glass coffee table. Beyond the sitting area, at the back of the room, was a massive mahogany desk, its shade a little darker than the walls. A man in his late 50s sat in an executive chair behind the desk, his discussion with the other man that sat in front of him coming to a halt as they entered the room. He had inky hair with silver colouring at his temples, his skin never lost its tanned tone from his days on being on the field as an auror. His sharp blue eyes showed his wealth of experience and knowledge, and they looked up to watch them as they moved into the office. He waved his hand and directed them to settle themselves on the couches. Harry took one side of the long couch and Ron, the other side. Ron took a throw pillow and placed it down by his feet, Draco kneeling on it, lowered his head and placing his hands on his thighs, palms down.
"Welcome back, Harry." Kane stood up and headed to the bar. "Debriefing about your mission in Russia is scheduled tomorrow at 14:00 in the Auror office. But that's not why I called you here." He turned to face the other occupants in the room and levitated the drinks he fixed towards them. He gestured at the other man who stood up and took a seat on the other long couch, across from Harry.
Harry accepted the glass of Firewhiskey in mid-air before him and took a sip. He watched as Ron reached for the bottle of water and gave it to Draco while he helped himself to the other glass of Firewhiskey. Harry took a sip of his drink and savoured the burn of the liquor that travelled through his throat to his stomach. Russia had been cold during his stay there and he felt it would be a while before he would be able to dispel the feeling of coldness that seemed to have seeped into his bones.
Master Kane took a seat at a chair on Harry's right. Leaning back, he crossed his leg over one knee and steeped his fingers together. Known as the best in his generation, Kane Hightower was the most admired auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, even more than the current head of the department. As Head Auror, he had shown incredible leadership and support towards his subordinates. He would not make his people do anything that he, himself, would not do.
And in the world of BDSM, he was considered one of the best Dominants, if not the best. Many doms and dommes looked up to him—wanted to be him—and many subs dreamed to be under his command. As Harry looked at the man, it was not the first time he had felt grateful to have met Kane Hightower all those years ago and was given the privilege to be under his tutelage.
"This is Antoine Mercier, a friend and my counterpart from the Département D'application De La Loi Magique." He directed their attention to the other man in their company. Harry noted the expensive three-piece suit he wore. French-made, of course. He sported his salt and pepper hair in a slicked-back style, greying full beard trimmed and groomed. His dark eyes held the same weight and keenness as Master Kane did. He carried himself just as confident and powerful. Dominant.
"Antoine, these are Masters Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, and his submissive, Draco Malfoy."
Monsieur Mercier nodded at the three. "Bonsoir. I, of course, know of you all and your heroic acts in the war that had happened ten years ago. But more importantly, Master Kane has spoken of good things about you as aurors." He rubbed his forehead, his weariness revealed on his face. "I would have preferred to meet you all in a different, or better, circumstances."
Master Kane nodded. "He came to England to ask for our help on one of their upcoming operations."
"Oui. Merci, Master Kane." He nodded and began explaining. "There is a human trafficking syndicate that has been running around France for the past three years. We have been doing our best to follow their movements and activities closely but they would always find a way to evade us. Always a step ahead." He took a quick sip from the glass of scotch in his hand. "Their modus is kidnapping witches based on a certain 'theme' then selling them at secret auctions."
"Is the organization magical?" Harry asked, frowning.
"So far, their victims have been women who are magical. Although, it seems their clientele are people from both magical and muggle worlds. We are operating under the assumption that they are magical."
"Were you able to save any victims?" Harry asked, horrified by the information but intrigued.
The older man shook his head. "We were able to get to one victim who was able to escape her captors a week ago. She overheard from the men who took her and two other women that they were on their way to Marseille Fos Port. We found her in an area between Madrid and the port. Unfortunately, she died not long after we found her due to the extensive injuries she sustained from her escape. She was able to tell us that she was kidnapped from a BDSM club in Madrid and that the other women were similarly kidnapped from other clubs in other cities."
Harry heard Ron expel a deep breath.
"Six other kidnappings happened in the cities around Spain and some areas in France in the last three months. They choose women who are alone, unattached, with no one who would look for them immediately," Antoine continued.
"So," Ron speaking up for the first time, "now, they are targeting unattached women—submissives—from BDSM clubs all over Europe? How often do they kidnap women?"
"Oui, Monsieur Weasley. They don't take more than one or two women per city or town to avoid unwanted attention. They space the kidnappings a few weeks apart and normally take a dozen women per 'theme': blondes, brunettes, studious-types, or whatever perversion they have at the moment." Antoine moved forward to place his empty glass down on the coffee table and leant his forearms on his thighs. "We were able to get a tip on when and where the next auction would be held."
"You plan to raid the auction," Harry guessed.
"We do," Antoine nodded, "and we will be planting undercover operatives in the area days before the auction to do some reconnaissance."
"This is where you will come in," Kane finally spoke, "Antoine will be bringing in one of his aurors here and you, Master Harry, will handle her training until the auction in two weeks."
"Me?" Harry asked, sharing a glance with Ron beside him.
"Oui. Master Kane has told me you are the best choice to train a novice in the lifestyle."
Harry tilted his head in thought. If there was anyone who was the best choice to train a newbie sub, it was Master Kane. He turned toward Master Kane, his face was passive but he knew his mentor and friend had thought of this matter long before they spoke that night. The man didn't do anything without a reason, and there was sure to be one behind this decision.
"And after the training?" he inquired.
"The raid will be a joint effort between the British and French aurors. You and the operative will investigate and do recon on the location of the auction a week prior, then you will pose as a potential buyer on the day of the auction. I am working to secure an invitation as these things are by invitation only," Antoine answered before he and Master Kane shared a look.
"That's not all, is it?" Ron asked, voicing Harry's thoughts.
Antoine sighed. He sounded tired and Harry felt sympathy for the older man.
"I'm afraid we might have a... mole within our ranks. For the syndicate to keep evading us despite all our resources and planning only means they are getting our information. I am afraid our department is compromised." He leaned back on his chair. "It is of utmost importance that this mission will remain a secret until a day or two before the raid."
"So the training of the operative—" Harry began.
"Is not an official mission, yes. Only I and the operative know of this. Well, also everyone in this room." He looked at each occupant of the room. "While we try to weed out the mole in our department, we will continue the official mission of finding this syndicate group and rescue those kidnapped women. Make everyone think we continue to do what we had in the past. But we needed to do something that the department is not aware of."
Ron rubbed his chin, thinking. Draco, who had been quiet during the whole exchange, looked up to his dom. "Go ahead, pet."
Draco gave him a smile before looking at the Frenchman. "Do you have anyone under suspicion in your department?"
"I have a few, but I'm afraid they are mostly high-ranking officials and have much power within our ministry," he responded, his tone a mixture of sadness and anger.
"If you permit me," the blond began, "I could help in the investigation of these officials." He looked around at the others. "Of course, it will remain covert and off the books."
"Young Draco Malfoy here runs a private investigation company. He does quite a bit to help the DMLE in some of our cases," Master Kane explained.
Antoine gave Draco a nod and a smile. "C'est très apprécié. (That is much appreciated.) In all honesty, we feel we are at the point where we would be glad to accept all the help we can get. This syndicate has swiftly grown in recent years and they must be shut down immediately."
Ron placed a hand on his sub's shoulder and squeezed it. "Of course. We would be open to extending any help we can to stop these bastards and make them pay for their crimes."
"Merci. We will discuss the details and plans for the raid further in the coming days once we have more information."
The other men in the room nodded in agreement.
"So, this operative," Harry spoke, "she has no prior experience with BDSM?"
"Non, she does not. A complete novice in the lifestyle. And it will be your job to make sure she is ready and convincing in two weeks time."
"I must admit, Monsieur Mercier, it seems to me that this syndicate knows what they are doing. An inexperienced auror acting as a submissive within the premises of the auction might alarm them," Harry commented.
"I agree. And I guarantee you, Monsieur Potter, my operative is quite submissive." He had a knowing look on his face, and Harry saw a similar expression on Master Kane's face. It made Harry's curiosity piqued at this unknown French auror.
"Even if she doesn't know it yet."
The men agreed to meet in Imperium again the next night. Antoine informed them that the undercover auror was scheduled to arrive in England the next afternoon. The official documents over at the Département D'application De La Loi Magique said that the auror will be on leave for a month. It was a well-known fact that the auror had not had taken a day off from duty ever since she started working in the department five years ago. So while everyone thought she was off vacationing, she would be staying in England, training to be a submissive to take down the human trafficking syndicate.
Not for the first time since the meeting the night before, his thoughts went to the mysterious operative. Antoine was a dominant, an experienced and known one in Paris according to Master Kane, and he knew to trust the man's judgment when he said the auror he would be training was a submissive, albeit unaware that she was one. He admittedly would have a difficult time if it turned out that she didn't have a submissive bone in her body.
But to be able to bring a woman's submissiveness to the surface and to be the receiving end of her surrender was at the top of the list of pleasures of every Dom.
He and Ron entered the club side by side, the tune of the Arctic Monkey's Do I Wanna Know filling the room along with the screams and moans of people already deep into their scenes. They were set to meet Antoine and the trainee in an hour so they decided to spend some time at the bar.
"Where's Draco?" Harry asked before grabbing the bottle of ale Mistress Dianne placed in front of him.
"Stuck at work. He won't be coming here tonight," Ron replied. "I'm only here to meet your trainee and monitor the place."
Harry nodded. He and Ron were one of the more senior Masters and long-term members of the club. As senior Masters, they were awarded the title of Club Masters, meaning they held more authority in the club. Another Club Master was Mistress Dianne.
"What do you think of the whole thing?" Ron asked. Harry already knew what he meant.
"It's horrific. I wouldn't be surprised if they have already landed on our soil." Harry took a drink, his eyes looking further ahead, unseeing. "That's why we need to act fast and do what we can to put a stop to them."
Ron nodded his agreement before finishing his drink. They wandered the different scenes happening and spoke to the other members of the club. Imperium was a private club with exclusive clientele. Master Kane was quite vigilant in the screening of new members as the lifestyle could also attract the weird ones and mentally unstable people. They also made sure they knew almost everyone in the club.
When the time came for them to meet with Master Kane and the others, they headed towards the back of the room, to the wide set of double doors where the dungeons were.
As Harry and Ron walked along the hallway, passing by and checking several of the themed rooms, Harry fell a pull on his magic. He abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, people walking around him to avoid him. He frowned at the sensation of constant tugging on his magic.
"What's up, mate?" Ron asked, confusion filling his freckled face. "Aren't we supposed to meet them at Master Kane's office?"
Harry didn't answer, instead followed the direction of the pull. He looked to his right and saw from the wide glass panel that it was one of the dungeons. Chains hung along the walls and from the wooden beams at the ceiling with several pieces of bondage equipment littered the parameter of the room. He caught a quick glimpse of a woman on her knees in front of two men that stood before her.
He didn't understand what was happening but his heartbeat began to race as he grasped the doorknob and opened the door to enter, Ron right on his heels.
"Ah, you are finally here," Master Kane looked up from his position in the middle of the room, towards the opened door.
Harry calmly walked towards the occupants of the room. As he approached, he observed the woman from the back. Her posture was a contrast between defiance and obedience. Her wavy hair, a mix of dark brown and gold strands, was in a high ponytail and reached the middle of her back. The slender column of her neck led down to a sexy set of shoulders, exposed by the sports bra she wore. He shook his head, amused at her choice of attire. The sensuous dip of her waist gave way to luscious hips that were made to cradle a man. He could tell she was petite but strong with enough muscles and padding.
Harry nodded at the two older men and stood beside Master Kane. "Good evening, gentlemen."
He looked down at the kneeling woman and his heart pounded against his chest. Despite not being able to see her face clearly yet, his instincts shouted at him that he knew this woman. He yearned to look at her eyes but he schooled his expression to mild interest. Ron stood silently beside him.
"Let us begin, then," Antoine began, "Little one, this is Master Harry. He will be in charge of your training as a submissive."
Harry watched as the woman lifted her head, a quick glance at Antoine before resting her eyes on him. His heart slammed within its cage as his eyes locked with the same honey brown eyes that had haunted him for a decade. He noted her widened eyes as she recognised him. Her breathing became fast and shallow, he could feel the shock resonating through her whole being.
Harry schooled his expression into a calm appearance as he looked down at the woman he had been searching for in the past ten years. He fought the profound desire to take her in his arms and not let her out of his sight again. The last place he would have expected to see her was a BDSM club—especially here in Imperium. He could feel his best mate's awe and surprise at his side but he ignored him, opting to focus on the woman the both of them had missed in front of them.
"Master Harry, this is Auror Hermione Granger. She will be your trainee and submissive until the auction in two weeks." Antoine turned to Harry, a certain gleam in his eyes. "I believe you are already acquainted."
With a nod, he turned towards the kneeling woman and closed the short distance between them.
Harry stopped just inside her personal space, forcing her to look up at him. The light sconces on the walls didn't provide much brightness into the room but he could see the contours and valleys of her face and body, every slight movement as she breathed, the shadows enhancing her curves.
He caressed her cheek gently, savouring the softness of her skin. He noticed her dilated pupils, the deep-seated wish to submit, the kind of submission Antoine mentioned that she wasn't aware she needed yet. And with the realization that it was his task to call forth the surrender of her control, he felt an eagerness like nothing before.
Both were lost in the presence of the other while completely forgetting the rest of their companions. He gave her a smile one can only describe as predatory, causing her to inhale sharply.
"I will take care of you."