This was Ron's fault. She wouldn't be doing this if not for him. She wouldn't be here, in this place, if it weren't for her damn fool of a husband. Marrying Ronald Weasley had undoubtedly been one of the worst decisions of her life. Staying in the Wizarding World and not trying to start anew in the muggle world back when she graduated Hogwarts and had the chance was probably another.

But she was stuck with her choice now, wasn't she? Not only had she now lived in the Wizarding World for longer than her paltry decade of time spent growing up in the muggle world, she had no real skills that would set her up for life as a muggle. And the wizards… they would love to get rid of a muggleborn like her, but they wouldn't let her go with her magic intact, oh no.

She was well and truly trapped in a cage of her own making, despite the demise of the Dark Lord and her and Ron's rise to the stage of wizarding politics. If they'd played their cards right, they could have made better lives for themselves AND their children. But Ron was a fool, a big damn fool and there was no getting away from his idiotic tendencies.

He'd gambled away all of their money. Despite the fact that they'd had the Potter Estate to bolster them, Ron had still wasted the vast majority of the gold at a truly phenomenal, and utterly alarming rate. Spending it on drinking, gambling, the Chudley Cannons, and expensive brooms, he'd lived a lifestyle that had left Hermione nearly destitute.

She'd even saved some money up with the intention of having it turned into British Pounds, so she could go back to muggle school and perhaps escape the living nightmare she found herself in, but even that was gone. Not that Hermione thought Ron was smart enough to have realized what she was doing, he simply used up those galleons just like he used up everything else.

Hermione had nothing more than a pittance to her name at this point, and with that had come desperation. That was why she was here now, walking through the front doors of the Stag's Leap, the eyes of the two men guarding the entrance sliding over her but ultimately paying her little mind as she slips by them. That was good. Hermione took it as a sign that the Felix Felicis was working.

She wasn't going to walk into a place like this with a plan like hers without taking some sort of precaution after all. The Luck Potion was a notoriously difficult potion to brew, but Hermione was one of the smartest witches of her age. Of course, if Ron knew she could properly brew it with somewhat regular success, she'd probably end up never leaving the damn basement. That was alright though, keeping such things hidden from the idiot was never that difficult to begin with.

The Stag's Leap. Hermione hadn't thought much of the place when rumors first began circulating of its existence. She'd heard all of them of course, but not put much stock in them. Debauchery, drugs, sex. It was said that Draco had put the Malfoy family deeply in debt as a result of his idiocy there. Hermione could believe it well enough, just like she could believe that the place was a cesspool.

It was also one of the most lucrative places in town. With Felix Felicis fueling her, Hermione intended to turn her luck around in one night. She was going to do what Ron couldn't… she was going to gamble and WIN. She was- was that Parvati Patil?!

It's nothing more than a glance as she lets the Felix Felicis guide her steps to make it seem more like she knows exactly where she is and where she's going. Regardless though, Hermione falters for a moment as her eyes lock onto a pair that she's sure match the young Indian woman she knew for so many years as a dormmate at Hogwarts. But then she's passing the room by, and the brief snapshot of the naked caramel-skinned witch riding a masked man is gone as Hermione continues on.

Unable to help herself, Hermione glances into the next open room she passes as well, only to get a little flushed with surprise and embarrassment when she sees a red head giving multiple wizards blowjobs. Luckily, that's the last open door in the corridor, and Hermione isn't tempted again as she straightens her back and tries to focus on what's in front of her above all else.

The corridor ends, and she finds herself walking up stairs into what is most definitely a special VIP gambling lounge. Hermione does not gape… that would give her away. Instead she smiles slightly and continues to let the luck potion guide her steps, finding herself soon sliding into a seat at a table clearly meant for playing Wizard Poker.

"Miss. The Buy-In is five-hundred galleons."

He doesn't say it in an accusatory way, but it might as well have been. Truthfully, the dealer is being quite respectful as he gives her a nod and continues to deal cards. Hermione presses her lips tightly together. She only has a hundred galleons on her… but she's heard all the rumors. She knows exactly what sort of trap the Stag's Leap was. And truth be told? The brunette witch would not have walked in here if she didn't have every intention of placing her neck on that trap for the chance at escaping with her fortunes turned around.

"I would like to borrow a credit line from the House to get a stake."

There's the briefest of pauses, and Hermione feels more than a few pairs of eyes on her from the others sitting at the table. It's the fullest one in the place, which is a little daunting, but the Luck Potion wouldn't have led her here if it didn't have the potential to solve all of her problems. The dealer at the head of the Poker Table recovers very quickly, bobbing his head once and running his fingers along the insides of his side of the table.

Before Hermione, a collection of chips appear as if by magic… which obviously, is exactly what it is. They're different from most of the chips at the table though. They shimmer and are almost unreal… a clear indicator of the fact that Hermione bought them with the House's gold and not her own. Still, she could use them as well as any other chip in the end, and that was exactly what Hermione intended to do.

As she gets her cards, the brunette witch pulls them up and looks at them, before letting the Felix Felicis take the reins. It was only a matter of time now…

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Things go well, at first. Hermione, fueled by her Luck Potion, wins and wins as they go through hand after hand. She soon has a large enough pile of chips in front of her to pay off the House Credit right then and there, but why not just do that at the end? It's not like she's going to suddenly start losing, right? Wrong.

It starts with everyone else at the table. Hermione has barely paid the full table any mind, but slowly but surely, others begin to leave, having gone bust. It's only as the person next to her finally gets up, cursing under his breath, that Hermione takes stock of things and realizes belatedly that only she and one other person are left at the Poker Table. The infamous Stag himself stares back at her as she freezes, wide eyed.

There's… there's something about him that's strangely familiar. It's her first time meeting the man of course, though she's heard a LOT about him. But nothing she'd heard had made her think she'd know him. And yet… but unfortunately, Hermione doesn't get much time beyond that to contemplate it, because the next round of betting begins a second later.

And then she starts to lose. It's as if the Felix Felicis is abandoning her, or… no, not abandoning her, turning on her. Like her good luck has suddenly become very bad luck indeed, because no matter what Hermione does, from relying on her instincts to trying to make the most of her intellect. None of it helps. None of it matters. Eventually, she's left with nothing more than a few chips, and an all or nothing gamble that she loses as well.

When hands clamp down on her shoulders, Hermione considers going for her wand… but in the end, she knows better. She allows herself to be taken to another room, where she's in turn divested of her wand and told to wait. She did lose after all, and the line of credit she took out…

"Hermione Granger-Weasley. When they told me you were at my tables, and more than that, that you were cheating… I couldn't help but be a little surprised."

The brunette witch goes stiff and wide-eyed as she looks to the owner of that voice, the Stag. Once again, she's struck with a sense of familiarity, as if she knows this masked man… but she doesn't recognize his voice at all. It reverberates across the room with power, and Hermione can't deny that there's something… alluring about that power. Still, he's accused her of something quite heinous. Hermione, flushed red and clutching at her robes, grits her teeth.

"I didn't… I didn't cheat. I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Truly?"

The bookish witch's head whips around and her eyes go wider as she watches a second Stag step out of the shadows on the other side of the room. There are two of them now… no, that's not it. There are two of HIM. As learned as she is, Hermione is aware of the magic needed to pull off what she's witnessing, just as she can tell that it is indeed that powerful magic, rather than some sort of trick.

It still boggles the mind though, the amount of power that it would take for him to do this…

"You took a dose of Felix Felicis before entering my establishment, Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Did you not think that we would be able to tell? Did you think that you were allowed to give yourself a dose of liquid luck before playing games of chance? How entitled must you be?"

Now her face is very red indeed, from both embarrassment and shame. It was humiliating to be called out in such a way, and even more so given the fact that he was actually right. She HADN'T thought anything of using the potion before coming here to gamble. Only now, in hindsight, did it seem quite obvious that what she did would be against the rules. But even if she'd known, it wouldn't have mattered unless she got caught… which, unfortunately, she had been.

The two Stags close in on her from either side, and Hermione tenses up as their masked faces angle down to look upon her seated form. The first one picks up the thread of conversation again after they both recognize she has nothing to say to the second's accusations.

"Now you've lost it all, Mrs. Granger-Weasley. And the hundred galleons in your pocket aren't going to go far in paying off your debt to me."

A shiver runs down Hermione's spine, and she bites her lower lip, worrying it for a moment before flashing the first Stag a quick smile.

"I'm… sure we can work something out."

She hated herself the moment the words left her lips, and immediately she found herself fearing his acceptance of them, what he might demand of her. There were things she wouldn't do, things she couldn't do for him, and if he asked them of her, she would have to say no, she would… was that his cock.

"I'm pleased to hear that, Mrs. Granger-Weasley. Indeed, there is a way you can… satisfy your debt to me before leaving here tonight."

Hermione's eyes bulge out of her head as she stares at the massive shaft laid bare before her. The Stag had just taken it out while she was inwardly panicking like it was nothing… and truth be told? It WAS nothing. This was not one of the things she feared the Stag would demand of her. Mostly because, well, she hadn't felt any loyalty to her deadbeat husband in a long, LONG time.

That said, Hermione had never been an altogether sexual creature. She didn't consider herself overly alluring. So, she was slightly taken aback by the Stag's offer… though not for long. Giving him her best 'sultry' smile, the bookish brunette leans forward and takes the base of his cock in her hand while opening wide to place the tip in her mouth.

This much she could do, easily. And if it would satisfy her debt, then she could get that wiped away and find another way to make up for Ron's excesses. It would- Hermione lets out a muffled eep as the other Stag reminds her of his presence. Even as she's tentatively and hesitantly sucking the first Stag off, the second has reached down and grabbed her by her hips, dragging her up out of her seated position.

As she attempts to pull away from the first to ask what the second thinks he's doing, a hand closes in her hair and grips firmly and roughly, and Hermione's chocolate-brown eyes glance up into the Stag's emotionless mask as he holds her in place on his cock, not letting her slip the last couple inches out of her mouth. Getting the silent, yet domineering message, Hermione doesn't try to pull away again, nor does she resist what the other Stag is doing.

Soon, she's manhandled into position, kneeling in the small loveseat of a couch she'd been sat on before. She's sucking the first Stag off as best she can, but she's barely able to get the first fourth of his cock in her mouth before he starts hitting the back of her throat. He's getting impatient, and she can tell as he begins to thrust forward a bit more forcefully, clearly expecting her to take him right down her gullet.

Meanwhile, the second Stag has flipped up her robes and pulled down her panties and is now licking her out. This in and of itself would not necessarily be a problem, though Ron would never have gone down on her in a million years, so Hermione is a LITTLE inexperienced, but more than just a tongue, the Stag has gone above and beyond here as well. His flexible mouth muscle elongates and slides deeper into her cunt then it has any right to, distracting her from the cock in her mouth and making it all the more difficult to resist as the first slowly pushes his member down her throat.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

Even still, even as she chokes on one cock, gagging and slobbering all over it, while getting eaten out by an amazing tongue… that sense of familiarity still niggles at the back of Hermione's mind, a constant that just won't go away, no matter how lost in the pleasure she gets. The Stag isn't waiting around for her to figure things out though, he's more focused on getting his pleasure from her, on dominating her as he enjoys teasing her with his tongue.

That said, it's not surprise that the next thing to happen is Hermione getting dragged off the couch entirely by her feet. She was pretty sure that the Stag wasn't this big back at the poker table, nor were either of the two Stags as big when they first walked into the room and confronted her. They're both VERY big now, and Hermione can't help but wonder how he's doing it, even as she's flipped upside down in mid air and left to suck both their cocks as two twin tongues, elongated and writhing, start to eat her out.

It is altogether a surreal, insanely pleasurable experience. Perhaps that surrealness, the madness of the situation… perhaps THAT'S what finally clues Hermione in. It's as she's climaxing and moaning and ultimately taking two thick loads of cum on her face that the brunette witch FINALLY realizes what's been staring her in the face the whole time. The answer that's been standing right in front of her…

Naked now, stripped of her clothes, Hermione stares up at the two Stags, having been laid out on the love seat to rest and recover, her face and her tits and her hair besides still covered in their thick, white-hot cum. But Hermione can't bring herself to be upset about the mess. Through the sticky semen, the young woman smiles up at the Stag.

"H-Harry…"

There's a brief pause from both men, and truly, it's all the confirmation Hermione needs. The 'Stags' continue to stare at her as she slowly slides off the loveseat and onto the floor, bringing her forehead to the ground and pressing it down, prostrating herself before him.

"Harry James Potter… I love you. I'll do anything for you. I'll… please…"

Honestly, she couldn't necessarily say what the 'please' meant. Most of what she'd just said was rambling to begin with. She'd always carried a torch for her first true friend. Ron had been settling for what she thought was second best but had in fact turned out to be the worst choice she could have made. Harry… Harry was who she should have been with, Harry was who she'd longed for all this time.

A dark, deep chuckle causes Hermione to tense, and she tentatively looks up as the Stags, both of them, reach up and remove their masks, revealing Harry's features behind each. The first Harry smiles slightly, his emerald green eyes shining brightly as he looks down at her.

"You always did know me well, Hermione. As for your love for me… that will have to be proven, I'm sure you're aware."

Hermione bites her lower lip and slowly straightens up, though she remains on her knees.

"The Weasleys… they took everything after you disappeared. The Potter Estate is destitute and penniless. B-But I never benefited from any of it! Ron got his 'fair' share… and then spent it all, washing it away like so much trash! I'm sorry Harry. I should have… I should have known you'd come back! I should have waited for you!"

Harry smiles almost gently as he reaches down and brushes his fingers across Hermione's face. Then, he leans over a bit more and lifts the brunette witch up. She finds herself grabbed by more than just one pair of hands… actually, more than just two. Hermione's eyes very nearly bulge out of her skull when she's subsequently dropped onto a nice, large bed that hadn't been there moments before, only to peer around and find herself surrounded by Harry, easily half a dozen of him all around the bed.

She'd known he was powerful, he had to be, but this? Hermione wasn't foolish enough to believe that any of them were fake. No, they were all real… and they were all Harry. Smiling at her from six identical faces, Harry moves onto the bed with two of his bodies, and Hermione finds herself pulled up between them, sandwiched there as the first sinks his length into her needy, drooling quim and then looks into her eyes while the second begins to work his cock into her ass.

Hermione's face contorts in pain and pleasure both at the anal intrusion, but Harry just smiles and leans in to kiss her. It's in no way a kiss of equals though, his tongue quickly invades her mouth and every bit of the small makeout session that follows is domineering, reminding her who's boss. When Harry eventually pulls back, terminating the kiss, Hermione is left panting for breath, face flushed even more than before, and eyes partially glazed over.

"I think… once upon a time, I loved you too, Hermione. It certainly ignites a jealous rage in my belly, to see you with Ron now. You and he were never meant to be together, but I suppose without me around to be the voice of reason, you both made plenty of bad decisions."

Hermione averts her gaze at that, because even though she had tried to be the 'voice of reason' during their Hogwarts days, it had been Harry who'd always led the charge and followed through. He was the natural-born leader, he was the wizard among boys. She… she should have trusted in him more, instead of grieving far too shortly and then thinking she could move on.

The entire wizarding world thought they could move on, but now… now Harry was back. The thought brings a smile to Hermione's face as she looks up into those beautiful green eyes, even while two big, thick cocks plug up her holes and Harry begins to fuck her from below with nice, deep, pleasure-filled strokes.

"We're all going to pay, aren't we?"

Harry lifts an eyebrow at that, somewhat amused by the combination of Hermione's giddy smile and her confident words.

"We?"

Here, Hermione blushes and looks down yet again, staring at Harry's chest as he fucks her.

"I… I deserve to be punished, Harry. Use me as you will… just let me be of use to you, let me remain at your side and help you in whatever way you require. That's all I ask."

After a brief moment of silence, Harry lifts Hermione's chin and looks her in the eye again, even as he continues to fuck her.

"You're mine."

Her heart flutters, even as she does her best to nod.

"Y-Yes!"

His smile is not a nice smile… but if there's one thing the brunette has learned, this is not a nice world. To survive, you have to strip away the good and be ready to use the bad. Licking her lips, Hermione can only moan when Harry leans in and bites at her upper lip, nibbling on it.

"All of you… is mine. You belong to me, alone. Your lips."

"My lips…"

A pair of hands suddenly slaps down on her ass from behind and gropes it aggressively as the second Harry speaks into Hermione's ear.

"Your ass."

"M-My ass!"

The first Harry slides one hand down her front and plays with her clit as he pistons in and out of her pussy.

"Your cunt."

"My… my cunt…"

"And these breasts…"

He grabs hold of her tits, even as Hermione moans wantonly, giving her agreement. And that's the end of that… but also the start of the rest of her life. The next several hours pass in somewhat of a blur as Harry continues to fuck her nice and hard in every damn hole. The first two soon finish in her cunt and her ass, filling her with their jizz, but then two more take their place and Hermione soon finds herself being Eiffel Towered as she's spit-roasted between the two well-hung Harrys.

After that is a foursome with the powerful wizard as she finds herself impaled on one Harry, penetrated from behind by another, and then sucking off a third as he grips her brunette locks in both hands and begins to face fuck her. Things only escalate from there though, and eventually all six Harrys are in the fray, having their way with her, using her orifices and if not her holes, her hands and hairs to jerk themselves off.

Hermione goes along with it, all of it, simply luxuriating in being of use to the man she loves with all her heart. Harry is never that gentle or kind, but even in his rough, brutal nature, she feels happiness and pleasure. He cares for her, Hermione can tell, and maybe one day, once she's proven herself to him, once she's proven her devotion, he'll love her again.

As he fucks her into a pleasure coma and then leaves her passed out on the bed, Hermione falls asleep with a smile on her face and cum covering her naked body, the result of the gangbang leaving quite a mess… but a lot less marks on her beautiful body then say, Narcissa's 'initiation' resulted in. Despite dominating her, despite essentially wrecking her with pleasure, there was no denying that Harry went softer on her than any of the others… not that Hermione knew that.

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Meanwhile, the man himself left the room behind with a low sigh, rolling his shoulders even as he placed his mask back on his face and became the Stag once more. That didn't stop Harry Potter from running over the events that had just occurred in his mind for the next little while. He'd known within days of coming back to Great Britain that the Potter Accounts had been pilfered and plundered to the point of nonexistence. Luckily, he hadn't needed them.

It was good to hear from Hermione that the Weasleys were indeed responsible though. It would make crushing them later all the more appealing. It was even nicer to find out that Hermione was telling the truth when she said that she'd not spent a single galleon of his money either. Perhaps she would have if she had the chance, and Harry would have had to punish her all the more severely, but she hadn't so he hadn't.

And now she was his, as she always should have been. The Stag would make great use of Hermione Granger-Weasley. And Harry? Harry would enjoy finally having the woman that should have been with him from the start by his side, kneeling at his feet. All was as it should be or would be soon if Harry had anything to say about it.

Hermione may have been a more personal matter, certainly, but at the end of the day, she was still just one more slab of stone, laid into the path of vengeance that he was slowly building. It was all coming together now. Soon, he would have his revenge. With the Stag's Leap propelling him forward and the women he'd been collecting assisting him along the way, Harry James Potter would take what was rightfully owed to him.

And if the Wizarding World wanted to remain standing once he was fucking done, they'd better stay the fuck out of his way.

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