To My Will
Chapter One
Lavender

Albus Dumbledore had made a mistake.

Of course, that was nothing new at all. Dumbledore had made plenty of mistakes in the past. He had taken far too long to defeat the first dark lord in his life time, allowing the fallout from their battle into the muggle world. He had taken known criminals and attempted to redeem them when they were too far gone. Hell, he frequently wears white after labor day! You don't do that!

But this one was different. He had put Harry Potter with his relatives. The Dursleys were cruel, but never overly abusive. They did, however, take from Harry one of the most precious things a person could want: control. They took control of any and all of Harry's decisions, making him completely dependant on them for the first ten years of his life. But once someone has control over their life taken, they try to find a balance. They try to find equilibrium. They try to control.

And if Harry had no control over his own life, he damn sure would have control over the lives of others.

Harry needed control. It was that simple. He didn't want it, he didn't desire it. He needed it, or he'd go insane.

Well, more insane then he already was.

His first target was a trial run of sorts. A girl he would dominate, bind to his will with nothing more then a bit of cunning, and she would help him gather more difficult targets. There was one girl specifically who had the physical attributes to please him, and the lower intelligence to submit to his will: Lavender Brown.

But he couldn't just go up and dominate her. Well, not subtly after all. There would be a time for that later, with future targets. No, Lavender would be taken slowly, and then she would be his. Forever.

The taming, as he called it, began at breakfast a few days after he had saved Sirius. Ron had already left the dormitory for the morning, and Harry woke late. Yawning, he went down to the Great Hall, thinking only of filling his belly. But that all changed when he saw her on her bench as she gabbed away to Parvati. The hungry-for-food part of his brain went to sleep, allowing the part of his brain that was hungry for other things to take over.

Harry made his first move. Walking by the Gryfindor bench, he waved hi to several people he knew, and several he didn't. As he got closer to Lavender, he began patting people on the back. When he got to her, no one but Harry and Lavender noticed when he reached down and gave her breasts a good, firm, squeeze.

Lavender started, and twirled to confront him. But as she spun, he was already gone, patting more people on the shoulder. Confused, Lavender went back to her meal. Maybe it had been an accident? After all, Harry wasn't as perverted as others in the year. 'Yeah, that's it!' she thought. 'It was a mistake.' That's what she kept thinking until she got up from her meal.

That was when Harry made his next move. He shot up from where he'd been eating, and sprinted out towards the door, as if he had to go to the bathroom. Coincidentally, he slapped Lavender on the ass as he went by. Lavender started with confusion again, but shrugged it off all the same.

And that's how Harry got through stage one of his plan. Every mealtime and every time he met her in the halls, it was either a quick fondle or a good spank. At the end of the week, when ever he repeated his actions, Lavender only greeted him like he had patted her on the shoulder.

Step One: To tame an animal, you must get it accustomed to your touch.

Harry let a smirk cross his face that to anyone else would look more like Malfoy's then his own. Of course, no one saw it, and if anyone had, they would have dismissed it as a trick of the light. After all, he was Harry Potter, the golden boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, and the Boy-Who-Lived had no reason to be looking at Lavender Brown with predatory eyes. The reason he was however, was that it was time to enact stage two.

Stage One had been a complete success. Lavender no longer bridled at his touch. Now she tolerated it as something she wouldn't change. Stage two was a bit harder: he had to make her enjoy it.

Stage two began the moment Lavender was walking out of the Great Hall. Harry, already outside, walked over casually and slung his arm around both Lavender and Parvati, as if he was just talking with them. But all the while, his left hand was massaging Lavender's breast for all it was worth. As his fingers went to work, he could almost feel the confusion and tinges of anger radiating off of the blonde. Right before she reached critical mass, Harry let go and walked on as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Lavender stared after him as she walked. She watched him so closely that Parvati had to nudge her. "Hey, Lav?" her best friend asked. "Is it cold in here?" As she said that, she gestured down at the busty blonde, who immediately crossed her arms to hide her rock hard nipples.

Harry, never one to let opportunity pass him by, saw and took a chance a few hours later. Lavender was just climbing down the ladder from Divination. Not stopping to wonder why she was going to class after exams had already happened, he jogged over and alerted Lavender of his presence. Too bad for her that she didn't know his method of alerting people was sticking his hands up their robes as they climbed down a ladder. Lavender froze as Harry's hands crept up her legs, rubbing and caressing as they went.

If it was possible, Lavender would have gone even stiffer once she realized where Harry's hands were next. One was resting squarely on her bum, while the other was nestled in between her legs. Harry started gently caressing and rubbing her ass, massaging it harder and harder as time went on. Two fingers went in and out of her, moving in time with the sensation on her ass. Neither of them had any idea of how long they stood there, Lavender panting heavily on a ladder while Harry brought her to orgasm using only his fingers.

With a cry, Lavender fell from the ladder, only to be caught by the hands that had just been in her most private area. One hand, still damp from her own juices, rubbed her cheek briefly. Then Harry jogged off, allowing Lavender to sit there, a bundle of nerves in a post-orgasmic haze right at the bottom of the Divination tower.

Stage Two continued on. Every time Harry saw her, he massaged her, sometimes over the brink, but often times not. Harry smiled at the end of the third day, as Lavender subtly began pushing her breasts into his cupped hands subtly, and her legs were rubbing together more and more often.

By the end of his allotted stage two time, there was nothing subtle about Lavender's desires anymore. No matter where they were, whenever he came up behind her to administer a grope, she forced her already hard nipples into his hands. Once, when they were sitting across the Great Hall table from her, her shapely leg reached out, hooked his own, and brought it up to her glistening junction.

Harry grinned.

Step Two: Get the animal to love your touch more then anything else in this world.

It was time for stage three. Three was the most risky part of his four step slow-breaking process. Three was contingent on the target's will power, or lack there of. Three was complicated, for it required a precise balance of variables for it to reach maximum effectiveness. Three was simple, for it was only one step: complete withdrawal.

Harry took away what he gave. He no longer spent anytime with Lavender. He would occasionally catch her watching him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't have anything more to do with her. There were no surprise meetings in between classes. There were no sudden touches and gropes. He just let her go, off to do as she pleased.

Yet he always made sure he was around her. When she was reading in the library, he just happened to be consulting a textbook. When she went down for a walk around the grounds, well, he was visiting Hagrid at the time. Even cloistered in the divination, he was there, as he suddenly had the urge to improve his possibly terrible marks in that class.

This wouldn't have worked against a girl with more will power. But over the past few weeks, Harry had built up the lust and passion within Lavender, then took away it's outlet. Sure enough, when he walked by the girl's toilet, he often heard grunts and moans of frustration as Lavender tried to scratch the itch he'd increased within her. But it seemed that no amount of time spent in self-gratification could match the relief she felt when he did it for her.

Perfect.

Step Three was completed one night a few days later. It was four days until the end of term, and only the most dedicated students were still awake. Harry happened to be one of them, and was reviewing an interesting passage in a Transfiguration book when his studies were interrupted.

Lavender grabbed his book, tossed it aside, and straddled his lap. As she ground her already soaked pussy into his lap, she looked at him with desperate eyes. "Please, Harry?" she practically whimpered. "I need it… just help me…"

As Harry stuck three fingers inside of her, his mouth ripped open her tight nightshirt to suckle her breasts, and her head arched back in ecstasy at his touch, he could only think of his plan, and the step he'd just completed.

Step Three: You must withdraw all attention, and allow the animal to come to you. By doing so, you have established yourself as the dominant one, and made the beast submit to your will.

***
Unlike his other steps, Harry put step four into action the very next day. He wasn't planning on starting it right away. But, well, plans change. His changed when he walked out of the dormitory late the next morning and saw Lavender coming back into the common room.

Their eyes met immediately, and Harry winked as he walked by her. As if oblivious to her suddenly changing directions to follow him, he strolled along, not stopping until he reached one of the many unused classrooms the dotted the Hogwarts landscape. The door swung shut behind Lavender, who didn't even get a chance to squeak before Harry was on her.

Lavender's eyes closed blissfully as Harry's tongue attacked her own, and she began to moan as he separated her robes. But something was different this time. She tried her best to contemplate what it was as Harry continued to ravage her mouth and chest, but to no avail. She finally got the idea when her hand, which had been clutching his hair, was forcefully moved down to his own intimate place.

Then it dawned on her what had made this relationship differ from any other. In all of their random intimate encounters, Harry hadn't had her do anything to him. He had only been focused on pleasing her, and only her. 'He's probably not comfortable with others touching him!' she thought, her pleasure-addled mind somehow forgetting the way he'd started the odd courtship. 'Now, we must be at a place where he trusts me enough!'

With that thought, misguided as it might be, Lavender's hands went to work. A quick parting of cloth and a faster unzipping of pants, and Harry's member hung out for all to see. Lavender giggled slightly as Harry redoubled his attack on her mouth and chest, but didn't let that distract her at all. Her hand closed snuggly around the flesh sword that was already half hard.

With the grip, Harry stopped his assault, panting heavily all the while. Gently, but with increasing speed, Lavender began to pump her hand up and down along Harry's cock. The speed of Harry's panting increased in time with her hand's motion as she jerked him off hard and fast.

With a groan, Harry thrust his hips forward involuntarily, and erupted. Lavender was unprepared for his sudden release, and caught it right on her hands and cloak. Harry grinned down at her as she began to wipe her hands off on the cum-stained clothes. Zipping up, he walked out, leaving her confused once again.

The next time they met up was at lunch. Wanting explanations for his leaving her that morning, Lavender sat down next to Hermione, knowing that Harry usually sat there. Sure enough, Harry came in and dropped down right in between the two of them. But all questions shot right out of her mind as Harry slowly dragged a finger between her pussy lips. Against her will, beads of moisture developed, once again soaking her panties and leaving a spot or two on her robe.

Harry turned his head to the side and favored her with a small wink before turning back to Hermione to resume his conversation. All the while, as inane words and trivialities passed from his lips, his fingers were once again working their magic. When he got up five minutes later, he was full, but left Lavender feeling strangely empty.

She got a chance to correct that later in the day. After a refreshing walk across the grounds, Lavender happened to see Harry just sitting under a tree reading a book. Shrugging, she continued to walk. But something stopped her. Harry hadn't even done a thing, hadn't given any sign that he noticed she was there, but somehow just seeing him brought up a strange feeling of guilt. Guilt, she realized, was brought on by not helping him at all.

He, after all, had gotten her off twice that day. In return, she had given him a half-hearted handjob once. Sure, she could go away. It's not like she had actually asked him to do anything like he had been. But he had anyway, and that's what mattered to her. 'I don't want to give him another handy.' She thought. 'I want it to be something special, something like…'

Harry heard the sound of something unzipping, and felt a cool hand grip his cock. Glancing over the top of his book, he saw Lavender was hauling him out of his pants with both hand. Daintily, her head lowered towards his already stiff member. Almost delicately, her little pink tongue extended, and the tip touched his slit. Harry shuddered, and suppressed a groan. Taking heart in her success, Lavender decided to skip the usual tune-up she gave people.

She pulled his cock to one side, and began kissing it. The next few minutes were full of licking, slurping noises, kisses, and her hand pumping up and down on his meat stick. Finally, she took him in her mouth, twisting and jerking her head violently, sucking all the while. The hot, moist cavern that was her mouth knew exactly what it was doing, and Harry let out a little cry as he came for the second time that day.

Lavender got up, tossed a saucy wink of her own at Harry, and walked away, gulping down his seed. Harry lay back and sighed, not even bothering to zip up. He began to chuckle once he was sure she was out of hearing range. 'All according to plan.' He thought. 'The final move is tonight.'

Once again, the common room was the place of choice for Harry as he set up for the final move in the breaking of Lavender Brown. He sat on the couch, reading a familiar book that he hadn't put down for the last few days entitled 'Animal Taming and You'. He heard the portrait close, and looked up to see Lavender dusting herself off in front of him. She looked at him, and shook her head. "Not now, Harry." She said, though her tone and body language spoke very differently to him. "It's too early. Everyone will be back from dinner in ten minutes, and we can't risk them walking in on us." The Potter scion smirked as he pulled her close. Even as she began to sputter protests, her nipples hardened and her pussy became soaked, as if on command.

With a flick, Harry pulled his Invisibility Cloak out from under him and threw it over the two them. No sooner had it settled in place then the portrait opened again, allowing Katie and Alicia access to the room. They walked by, oblivious to the fact that Harry was silencing Lavender with his tongue and stripping them both while under an invisibility cloak less then ten feet away from them.

Harry wasted no time in thrusting in to her depths, hard. Lavender gasped as he penetrated her, having never felt so full and comfortable before. Heedless to anyone walking by, Harry began rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of her slowly, taking his time as she brought her closer and closer to the brink.

Lavender was completely lost in the motion and the experience. She had been with other guys before. Dean had broken her in first, and then Oliver Wood had though she was pretty, but neither of them was like Harry. Time passed both quickly and too slow at the same time, as Harry lay on top of her, thrusting in and out. The sun set, and everyone went to bed, leaving just the two on the couch.

Harry grinned. "So, pet." He said, his words too her since he'd begun the process of breaking her. "Who's your master?" Lavender had no time to process the question before finally, after over an hour of slow and arduous sex, she came harder then she ever had before, screaming his name. Harry chuckled. "That's right." He said. "I am." With that, he let his seed spill out, filling Lavender up with warmth.

Lavender weakly tried to push away, but Harry merely began thrusting again, harder and faster then he had been. 'Wha?! He's still hard!' has her last coherent thought for quite sometime. The next time she had one was hours later, when she was covered in sweat and literally dripping with Harry's cum.

It was everywhere. It was in her hair, on her back, on her face, in her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy, on her pussy, and in too many other places to count. With a groan, Harry finished jerking himself off one last time, firing another strong shot on her ass. "Who's your master?" he asked one last time.

Tired, panting, and drained, Lavender answered with a throat already raw from repeating the same thing for the last three hours. "You are. Harry Potter is my master." With that, Harry got up and went to bed, leaving her there, lying in a puddle of his cum.

The next morning, Harry got up late and walked down the empty stairs to the vacant common room for one of the last times that school year. He hadn't gotten more then three steps into the room when he saw Lavender, just sitting on a couch. Paying her no mind, he continued his walk. Absently, he noticed her trailing after him, not too close, but close enough to see his every move.

In the great hall, Harry reached for a piece of toast. But to his surprise, and growing happiness, Lavender was placing an already buttered one on his plate. With a grin, he took a big bite. "Good." He said. That one word made Lavender blush bright red and smile like he'd just given her the greatest compliment ever.

As he walked back up to the common room to begin packing for the train, he dropped a little scrap of parchment. Lavender stopped for a second and picked it up. Scanning the contents of the note Harry had left her, she felt a small smile cross her face.

Pet-

Get on all fours and bark like a dog until someone casts some kind of counter curse on you. After that, blame it on Malfoy and come up to the common room. Oh, and swallow this parchment.

With a gulp, Lavender downed the scrap. Quickly, she dropped on all fours and began braying at passing people. All the while as she barked, Lavender didn't think of the humiliation she would get from this, or the fact that a few people had seen her start. Only one thought was going through her head at that moment. 'I'm pleasing Master!'

Climbing the stairs to the sixth floor, Harry Potter stopped and smiled, while his control grew ever stronger.

Step Four- Using repeated pain or pleasure, make the animal submit completely, until they begin to gain pleasure from pleasing you.