A/N: To the guest who was disappointed it wasn't HGSS, I hope you stuck around :p
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters depicted in this story, those are fully under the copyright of JK Rowling.
Chapter 4: Little Space or Outer Space?
"Now sweet Hermione I've received record that your Daxosia was already recorded through your personal doctor in Hogsmead is this correct?" Mikaeus said sitting across from her in the small consulting room. Hermione folded her hands on the desk smiling sweetly.
"Yes Sir that's right." She replied. Hermione thought it would be easier to just smile along and hope her answers could appease the snake. Her mother used to always say 'you can catch more bees with honey than you can with vinegar'.
"Well marvellous then darling I can mark you off my list. Now tell me, what we're the results?" The Minister asked smiling at her cooperative nature. He knew Hermione would be much more docile being a timid little muggle than the Weasley girl. She had at least a week in the hospital wing before he'd feel safe releasing her to her new Daddy.
"Oh yes of course! I'm a pet." Hermione announced cheerfully. Smiling back at the man across from her. His smile faltered slightly but he regained his composure quickly.
"Oh yes yes I see that here. And you were seeing a Doctor... umm Howardinski was it?" Mikaeus asked nonchalantly flipping through her file without actually stopping for long on any particular page.
"Yes,that's right."
"It appears we will have to reassign you Miss Granger. Mr. Howardinski has been sent to Azkaban. Do you know why?" The Minister turned his eye on her attentively. Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Err, no Sir."
"He was forwarding incorrect Daxosia results to the statistics office. Now lucky for him, he kept the real records in his office and handed them over to government officials." Mikaeus says as he opens up her file again laying it open flat. He turned the file and slid it across the desk. "Now Miss Granger, why don't you read this heading to me?" Hermione sighs and looks up from the file.
"Hermione Jean Granger... little."
"Very good Miss Granger. I'm afraid then you must know what has to be done?" The Minister reaches into his cloak and pulls out a vial of light blue solution. Hermione gasps. And as she looks down, thin but strong vines encircle her wrists holding her firmly in place.
"But that's not supposed to be done until the claiming ceremony." She sputtered.
"Yes typically that is correct. " he smiled. "Except in the case of a little. The complacency draught is required for immediate conditioning."
The next afternoon Ginny and Hermione were allowed out of the hospital wing for a short time. Mikaeus Levant had called an important meeting and it was crucial both girls were in attendance. Hermione and Ginny, whose hands were firmly held by Madam Pomfrey, were joined by McGonagall, Harry, Snape, and of course The Minister himself.
"I am sure you've all been wondering what decision the department of Statistics has come up with as both girls claiming deadlines are upon us." The Minister said after they'd all been seated.
"I just want to know when you'll be releasing Ginny to me." Snape said sharply.
"Actually as it happens I cannot do that Severus and I'll explain why," Mikaeus replied; continuing over Snape's immediate protestations. "It appears that Ginny Weasley made an unbreakable vow during the war. And, because the only way out of that vow is by her death, I have no choice but to give ownership of Miss Ginevra Weasley to Harry."
"To me Sir?" Harry asked immediately. He was shocked. He knew Ginny loved him, but an unbreakable vow? Ginny giggled clapping her hands together as she pulled out of Madam Pomfrey's grasp.
"Yes to you Mr. Potter, but we will be keeping an eye on both of you to ensure Ginny is being treated appropriately befitting her station." Mikaeus said. "Miss Granger, I previously assigned you to Mr. George Weasley but that was under the assumption you were a pet and as you are not, Mr Weasley is no longer compatible for you so instead you will be going to Professor Snape, I am sure he will prove to be a proper Daddy to you." Ginny wasn't sure whose jaw hit the floor first Hermione's or Snape's.
"Surely Minister there must be some mistake." Hermione interjected.
"I assure you no mistake Miss Granger. I understand that you feel you have a loyalty to Mr. Weasley, but you are a victim of your own emotions. I recommend you be cooperative with us. Sooner you accept your position the sooner I can let you outside the nursery. Do you understand?" Mikaeus patted her head and spoke slowly. Internally Hermione seethed but she said nothing.
"Madam Pomfrey please take the girls back to the nursery; I'm sure this has all been quite a lot for them to handle. Severus, Harry and I will handle the paper work." Mikaeus said with a dismissive hand gesture.
"I cannot say I'm not surprised Minister." Snape said when the door had closed behind them.
"I'm sure you are Severus, but I also know how much you like a challenge. I'm sure you won't have any trouble breaking Miss Granger."
"Sir with all due respect I have no desire to break her. Little were in existence, albeit more rare, for hundreds of years." Snape replied. Harry smiled to himself; he knew Snape had a heart, but the potions master liked to pretend he didn't.
"Indeed Professor well said indeed." Mikaeus responded with a nervous laugh.
"Professor, I do hope you'll allow me to see Hermione." Harry said as he picked up a quill.
"Like I could keep the three of you apart Potter."
"Hermione believe me, it could be so much worse." Ginny said softly. "Snape has actually been very kind to me."
"That is neither here nor there Gin. I... I was frightened. For a moment I was excited and happy when the snake made the announcement, but I'm not a little I refuse." Hermione said pacing across the floor. As she spoke she felt a sharp knot in her gut. She gasped. For first time since she'd woken up from sedation she had to go to bathroom. No way in hell was she using this torture device. She ran into the bathroom and unbuttoned her green onesie pulling it up and then reached for tapes on her diaper. She pulled, but nothing happened; she tried again and nothing. Hermione squeezed her legs together and tried to pull the diaper down but it wouldn't move an inch. She gasped feeling a small trickle so she squeezed her legs tighter. When she couldn't hold it anymore she kneeled down on floor curling into a ball and cried as she wet herself. A minute or two later, Hermione was still crying she felt herself lifted off the cold stone floor.
"Hush, it's okay sweet pea." Snape had his left arm wrapped around her holding her up to his body, his right hand clasped at back of her neck holding her head against his shoulder. Finding her curled up on bathroom floor with her onesie pulled up to her waist it hadn't been hard to imagine what had transpired. Hermione had an urge to smack him and demand he unhand her, but something about his voice seemed to sooth her and part of her liked it. He walked with her over to her hospital bed, like Ginny's was raised to about waist height, well if truth be told on her it would be almost up to her breasts, so getting out once she was put in was easier said than done. Hermione wriggled out of his grasp as soon as Snape set her down and she moved as far away from him as need be. She knew that he knew she was wet but no way was she going to let him change her. Finally with a sigh, Snape managed to get a hold of her but rather than lay her down and force her legs apart he slipped a lime green pacifier into her mouth. Hermione was a little surprised at this action but within seconds she felt her eyes grow heavy and her vision start to fade. Ginny watched from floor beside Snape as Hermione drifted off to a drugged sleep only seconds after the pacifier entered her mouth.
"Why Sir?" Ginny asked pointing to Hermione. Normally Ginny was more vocal and possessed a larger vocabulary but the last weeks conditioning had been forcing her much deeper into little space.
"Hermione was not ready to accept her diaper yet little one. She was ashamed and embarrassed and I knew she was going to be fussy about it. Now please know that I do not use my magic on a little girl haphazardly, but I also wasn't going to let her skin get a rash from staying wet. Do you understand?" Snape spoke quietly and slowly to the girl who should have been his.
"Yes Sir." Ginny said.
"Good girl. Don't worry, the charm I used is very short. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to change her and get her resettled. She'll be awake and ready to play by time nap time is over." Snape turned and lifted Ginny into his arms carrying her over to her own bed.
"But I'm not tired Sir" Ginny argued. Snape smiled and slipped her pink Pacifier into her mouth.
"Here my girl, suck on your dummy and if you want Ginny, call me Uncle Severus."
"He did what?" Hermione demanded angrily when she asked Ginny what had happened that afternoon. All she remembered is trying to go potty and peeing herself; she had no recollection of what happened after she was picked up off the floor of the bathroom.
"He drugged you. He said you could get a rash from not being changed and that you weren't ready to let him take care of you." Ginny said softly, recounting her conversation with Snape.
"Well he's fucking bloody right about that!" Hermione exploded.
"Is that really proper language for a little girl?" Harry said softly kneeling down beside the girls on the pink and green circular rug in the middle of the room. Snape was out of the room for the evening and Harry, since visiting with Ginny anyway, had been entrusted to babysit.
"Fuck off Harry." Hermione grumbled. She wasn't really mad at Harry, but he was trying to 'Daddy' her and hell he was ten months younger than she was. Hermione thought she knew him inside and out, but she was not prepared for the anger that crossed Harry's green eyes.
"Hermione Jean Granger, I have heard just about enough out of you young lady." Hermione gulped; she knew she had crossed the line. Part of her had just assumed that nothing would change between them now that she was little identified, but she had obviously been wrong. Harry pulled Hermione over his knee and unbuttoned her onesie rolling it all the way up to her waist. pulling on the top of her diaper he pulled it tight against her bum holding it there. He took his left hand and delivered three loud slaps to her bum and upper thighs before pulling her onesie back down and re-buttoning her. She whimpers softly from the sharp feel of his hand on her skin. Harry rubs her bum softly through the material and pulls her in front of him. Holding her chin up with his thumb and forefinger he looks her in the eyes. "We don't speak that way to Uncle Harry do we Hermione? Good." he says as she shakes her head. Hermione couldn't believe Harry had spanked her. In all her girlish fantasies of him she had always dreamed herself as the kinky dominatrix and him her bitch, but never fathomed that A. it would ever happen in real life and B. that it would be her getting the sore ass.