AN: Hey guys, its been a long while since I've updated this story, but I recently found some new motivation again so here we go! Still getting back into it, so forgive any mistakes ;)
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A few days had passed since Harry and Hermione's dinnertime adventure. Harry had engrossed himself in the book that she had given him and was keen to find out exactly what it would entail to consider such a relationship with Hermione.
Whereas the basics of trust and love had made sense quite easily to Harry, he still wondered exactly which type of Dominant/submissive relationship Hermione was aiming for, since she hadn't told him yet.
Harry, still with his breakfast toast in his hand, quietly made his way to the duelling room of the house. Since he had woken up earlier than Hermione and her parents he thought he might as well finally try it out. But it wasn't just that.
The last few days, ever since the incident at the Department of Mysteries really, Harry had felt uneasy magically. He could feel the magic cursing through his veins more prominently than before as if it was electricity, eager to get out.
Rolling his sleeves up, he activated some training dummies he found with a tap of his wand, making them move slowly around the room at random. Automatically, a dome-like layer appeared over the room.
"Probably to protect for rogue or deflecting spells," Harry thought to himself. He fired a simple stinging hex towards the dome and sure enough, it absorbed the spell as if it was nothing.
Happy with the protection of the room, Harry aimed his wand at the first training dummy he could see and let out a stunner. Slowly his thoughts left his head and he became focused on the targets around him.
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Waking up in an empty bed, however weird that still sounded to her, Hermione quickly started looking for Harry. Since he wasn't in the kitchen but it was clear someone had eaten, she grabbed some toast and went upstairs.
Whereas she thought she would find him in the library, she soon realized he was not there. Yet, she heard faint popping and slashing sounds coming from the floor above her.
Quickly making her way up it didn't take long for Hermione to realize the sounds came from the Duelling room, revealing where Harry had gone. And indeed, opening the door she was met by quite an impressive sight, even for someone who was used to magic.
Oblivious to her entering the room, Harry unleashed spell after spell at the training dummies around him, who barely got a chance to magically repair before they got hit again.
Hermione couldn't help admiring her boyfriend, seeing him in his sweat soaked shirt made him look quite muscular and the power that radiated from his magic was almost intoxicating. But Hermione realized something else.
Paying close attention to every stunner, cutting jinx and other spells Harry threw at the dummies, Hermione instantly noted that something had changed. She had seen Harry cast thousands of spells over the years, especially during the time in the D.A., yet they had never been as powerful as this.
Walking closer to the dome that encircled Harry and the dummies, Hermione saw how a simple Stupefy obliterated the training dummy that Harry had targeted.
"That's weird," Hermione muttered to herself, making a mental note to search for a book in the Black family library that dealt with power of spells. For the moment however, she couldn't keep her eyes of Harry.
Watching him throw spell after spell at his imaginary enemies, Hermione felt the area between her legs dampen quickly, making her press her thighs together tightly. She knew it was still early in their relationship and discovery of sexuality, however she was convinced that a lot of witches besides her would be ready to submit to a wizard this powerful.
Finally, after a few more minutes of spells flying around the room, shattering the training dummies, an exhausted Harry spotted her. Quickly deactivating the dummies, making the dome disappear, he came over to her.
"That was… That was quite the show," Hermione stammered with a slight blush on her face, still feeling the wetness between her legs. She was definitely happy she was wearing jeans today.
"Thanks 'Mione," Harry grinned. He swiftly summoned a towel and dried the sweat of his face. "Have you been watching long?"
Hermione nodded thoughtfully, her excitement about Harry's raw power forgotten momentarily. "Long enough to see your magic has changed," she added slowly, lost in her own thoughts almost.
Harry shot her a surprised look. "Changed? What do you mean my magic has changed?"
"Oh I'm Harry, I didn't mean to worry you," Hermione said quickly. "It's just… well your spells seemed different in strength this time. I saw you destroy that dummy over there with a simple stunner."
Harry shrugged his shoulders, still slightly confused what she meant. "I didn't really pay attention," he muttered.
"Don't worry Harry, it's nothing bad. I will try and research something about it in the library later today maybe and see what it could be," Hermione said reassuringly. She went up on her toes and gave Harry a soft kiss on his mouth, instantly making him smile.
"Now that you mention readings," Harry said after a moment. "I have read the book you have given me and I found… some need for more explanation."
Hermione felt the flush rise on her cheeks, but nodded shortly. "Explanation about what Harry?"
"Well, the basics of the book I understand quite well. It's just that you haven't mentioned maybe the most important part to me yet 'Mione. The part of which precise kind of relationship you were thinking about."
By the time he finished, Hermione's head was as red as Weasley hair and she fidgeted almost nervously with her hands. She knew there came a point at which she had to tell him what she wanted, but now that that moment was here she felt some fear.
"Errr… I… I don't know how to say this," she stammered. But after seeing that Harry made no move to talk or ask further, she knew she had to continue.
"Well you see Harry, I did a lot of reading about all the sorts of relationships there are when it comes to Domination and submission. Yet, the one type of relationship I felt myself drawn to most, which I seemed to crave most was quite a particular one. It's the Master and slave one."
She had almost whispered that last sentence, looking at her shoes so she wouldn't have to look Harry in the eye. Was this all a mistake? Would he think she was some kind of weirdo, wanting to be in a relationship like that?
After what seemed to be forever, she felt Harry softly cupping her chin and making her look at him. Relief watched over her when she saw the loving smile Harry gave her. He didn't hate her, not yet at least.
"Okay, then I want you to make a list for me by tonight 'Mione" He spoke as if nothing had happened. "And on that list I want you to tell me exactly what you want, including hard-limits and turn-ons. Is that clear?"
Hermione nodded quickly, her mind already racing at a thousand miles an hour thinking about what to write down. She was about to immediately leave for the library, when Harry grabbed her hand.
"Whereas it is cute to see you so excited, shouldn't we go see what your parents are upto?" Harry said, laughing at the blush on Hermione's face. Both teens clearly had flashbacks of a very particular dinner experience with her parents on their minds.
Harry pulled her closer to him and soon his lips found hers. Starting by kissing her lightly, it didn't take long for Hermione to part her lips willingly, almost asking for him to deepen their kiss. Harry happily accepted this and felt the more and more familiar feeling of his tongue wrestling with hers.
Before things could escalate however, Harry slowly pulled away, a massive grin on his face. For a second he just looked at Hermione, who stood there panting as if she had just run ten miles.
"Come on, let's go downstairs and see your parents," he chuckled, taking her hand and leading a very happy and even more aroused Hermione with him
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After meeting up with Dan and Emma and chatting for a while, the two parents announced they still had to go to work today, but insisted they would be back in the late afternoon the latest.
Quickly waving them goodbye, Harry and Hermione made their way to what had to be their new favorite spot: the library.
Harry decided he needed to write down some words for the Order meeting that was coming up in two days, as well as doing some research into new spells he wanted to learn. Sitting down on the large sofa at the end of the room he grabbed a new piece of parchment and started writing down some key words and thoughts.
It didn't take long for Hermione to join him. Instead of searching the hundreds of books in the Black library, she had simply asked Dobby to find her books that mentioned changes in magical power. With a large stack of books in her hands, she plopped down next to Harry, taking the first book and flipping it open.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her, seeing how quickly she became engrossed in the contents of her book. He definitely felt like he was in love with her, the giddy feeling in his stomach confirming that thought. He still wondered how he got so lucky, being with his best friend who he loved and also turned out to be a sexual demon.
Smiling he turned his head back to his own work. He knew he had to find the perfect words for the next Order meeting if he was to convince any of the members to be on his side and not Dumbledore's. With a sigh he continued his notes.
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After continuously working for several hours, Hermione suddenly let out a gasp. "That's it!" she said loudly, startling Harry who had been focused on his own work.
"What happened?" he asked bewildered.
"I think I have a pretty good idea why your magic was so different this morning! I mean it makes complete sense…. I wish it didn't, but yes - this has to be it!" Hermione rambled on.
Harry took her hand in an attempt to get her attention, which luckily for him worked. "Okay 'Mione, want to tell me exactly what does make sense?"
Hermione nodded, but then gave Harry a worried look. Not wanting to upset him she scooted closer on the sofa towards him and chose her words carefully.
"Well you know how you ordered the house to undo all spells and magic that had been done by Dumbledore when we moved here?" she started, earning a slightly confused nod from Harry. She could see him tense up already at the mentioning of the headmaster.
"Well I think and this book here confirms it, that you may have undone more than just charms and spells on the house. I am pretty sure that there had to be some kind of spell on you, suppressing you magical abilities."
As Hermione finished, she could see the conflicting look on Harry's face. Relief was visible that he had seemingly undone such spells on himself, yet the anger that he felt towards the headmaster was clearly radiating of him.
"So you're telling me that the old bastard has made me go through years of Hogwarts with my magical abilities suppressed?" he said to gritted teeth. "Let alone having to fight Voldemort with it!"
Hermione nodded sadly, she felt awful now that they found out what Dumbledore had done. But she also realized something else.
"Harry, only a really powerful wizard would have been able to do all that with his magic suppressed," she started. "Now that that is gone, we will have to test your magic again, I'm sure it will be amazing to see what you can do now!"
Harry turned to her and gone was the anger he had felt towards Dumbledore. "Come here," he said, pulling Hermione on his lap. "You're brilliant 'Mione, thank you."
Hermione blushed at the compliment. Or was it the fact she was sitting on Harry's lap and flashbacks of waking him up by taking care of his morning erection were running through her mind?
Harry, seemingly knowing what she was thinking pulled her closer. His lips were only inches away from hers and it wasn't long before they met. Slowly they kissed, forgetting about all the worries around them for the moment.
"Mmmm," Hermione moaned as she let Harry's tongue slip in her mouth. She felt one of his hands tangled in her hair, keeping her head close to his while his other hand softly was squeezing her bottom through her jeans.
She couldn't help herself and slowly started grinding on him, feeling the clear signs of arousal between her legs, but also the stiffness coming from Harry's.
Without breaking the kiss Harry slowly brought his hands down, only to let them rest on the front side of her jeans. Within a second he had unbuttoned them and pulled her zipper down, revealing the dark red color of her panties.
Green eyes met brown ones and it didn't take long for Hermione to give her permission wordlessly. Raising her hips she quickly slid down her jeans to her ankles and sat back down on Harry's lap facing away from him.
"Mmm 'Mione," Harry whispered in her ear and he slowly cupped her breasts over her shirt. One of his hands slowly made its way down, sliding over her toned stomach, over her panties.
"Ahh yes!" Hermione groaned as soon as she felt him touch her there. Her arousal was clearly visible as a dark wet spot in her panties, reflecting how horny she felt right now.
"Someone is eager," Harry grinned, letting his hand slide over her crotch once more, earning another gasp that sounded like music to him.
"I'm horny for you Harry, please," Hermione half whispered, half moaned. Her hips were grinding hard on Harry's lap and her wetness was growing by the second.
"Mmm, that's what I want to hear, good girl," He responded, finally ending his teasing and sliding his hand in her panties.
Letting his fingers slide between the wet folds, he couldn't help himself but letting out a groan of arousal too. He quickly dipped one finger inside of her and started fingering her at a slow but deep pace.
"Ahh Harry, please yes finger me!" Hermione moaned loudly, feeling her insides clench around his finger.
Harry grinned and decided to challenge her a bit more. "You know when you want something 'Mione, you have to ask properly for it"
Hermione let out another moan of pleasure, knowing exactly what Harry was hinting at. She loved the fact that he was challenging her this way and taking a more dominant role.
"Mmm please Harry, please sir… please finger me hard!" She moaned after a few seconds. She felt her pussy gush with wetness while asking him to take care of her in such submissive manner, but oh my did she love it.
"As you wish," Harry simply murmured. Quickly he added another finger inside of her, while his other hand began rubbing circles on Hermione's clit. He had to pull her close to him several times, that much did she squirm, but feeling her wetness and moaning increase he took it as a good sign.
"Faster… faster… please sir," Hermione moaned wantonly.
Harry happily obliged, extremely aroused by this new side of Hermione. Increasing his speed he thrusted his fingers in and out of her hole, making it look like she was getting pounded by his fingers.
"Oh Harry!... Oh fuck yes I'm cumming! Ahh, yes sir!" Hermione almost screamed out and within seconds the orgasm that had been building up washed over her, making her insides clench hard around Harry's finger and letting a little stream of arousal leak out of her.
It took several minutes before Hermione had calmed down eventually. Both teens grinned happily at each other and stayed exactly how they were. Hermione on Harry's lap, nude from the bottom down and Harry with his arms encircled around her, keeping her as close as possible.
That was until…. "Hermione! Harry! We're home!"
Hermione jumped up at the sound of her parents' voices, quickly pulling up her panties and jeans. "We're coming!" she quickly yelled towards the door.
Harry couldn't help but laugh a little as he got up from the sofa too. "Ready to go?" he asked Hermione. She nodded and took his hand. Together they walked towards the doors of the library.
"Before we go," Hermione said halting Harry from walking. She quickly gave him a short but deep kiss. "Thank you for before… sir."
Harry couldn't help but blush at her words, but smiled nonetheless. Together they left the library, which now had officially become Harry's most favorite place in the house. And not just because of the books.
