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Regular chapter post today (earlier than usual), but still part of the Christmas Presents. This was one of the most fun denoument chapters for Yr 6 for me to write, and not because it's smutty- it was just a funny conversation to me, similar to one my sisters told me about a while back. I'm not naming names though. lol Enjoy, and once again, there should be another FwB post on Christmas (Monday, a few days from now) as well! :)
Chap. 88: A Learning Experience
"Wait... what? You've actually done it?" Daphne's voice was practically a hiss as she turned to face one of her oldest friends, her shocked expression plain on her face, "And you liked it?" Behind her, Tracey Davis, her girlfriend, had just come out of a bathroom stall and looked almost as surprised, maybe a little more intrigued, but definitely surprised at what Pansy Parkinson had told the blonde, "You seriously let a boy bugger you?"
"A couple of them," Pansy laughed with a casual grin and an almost dreamy expression on her face as she looked in the mirror to check her carefully-applied lipstick, "Potter of course, but also Longbottom and Weasley."
"W- Weasley? I thought you hated him- or at least, didn't like him much."
This time, Pansy's smile was a little more soft and she gave a little shrug before answering, "I don't. I did, but I don't know. He's alright. But that dick of his, it reaches so far, and it's not big enough, thick enough, to hurt. Potter's can, and Longbottom's does, but Weasley's is just perfect for it. Deep, but not too stretching."
Daphne shuddered, red-faced, was there a slight green tint to it? Pansy couldn't quite be sure. But the petite girl that stood beside her at the row of sinks used the mirror to look at Pansy as she asked, "You have done it three times?"
She was, and had been, one of Daphne Greengrass' and Tracey Davis' oldest friends, so she was not as surprised by the blunt question, or who had asked it, as some might be. Pansy shrugged, "Five? No, six. Just with three wizards."
"But- But when?" Daphne gawked.
Pansy thought about it for a moment, then started listing off on her fingers, "The first time with Potter was when I got my Runes, of course. Weasley was the same night, I think. Then Potter, Longbottom- and I'm not doing it again with him, because he's too thick and it did hurt- Potter, and then Weasley again. Oh, twice, so seven I suppose. No- wait, there was also the night Weasley got his Runes, before the whole fiasco with Nott. So eight."
Both of the other girls stared, wide-eyed, at Pansy for several seconds as she finished applying the last touches of makeup with her wand. Then she turned to look at them both, "What? That's all of them."
"You... You..." Daphne swallowed, and now looked distinctly more green than red, though there were definitely still hints of the second color there, "You took a wizard's dick... in your arse. Eight times?!"
The last two words were delivered at a volume approximately seven times louder than the previous sentence had been, and Pansy flinched, "Yes, I don't see what the big deal is."
"I believe Daphne is surprised because you have stated publicly that you will 'never do such a degrading, demeaning act,'" Tracey pointed out.
The blonde nodded vigorously, but said nothing.
Pansy only sighed as if she were reluctant to even take the effort to explain, "Look, you heard Potter that night. The Runes only work if you, well, do it all three ways. Oral, Vaginal, Anal. I hadn't a choice. Besides, when- You know what? No. I'm not doing this here. Dungeon. Now."
Daphne had never been one to listen to Pansy when she got that imperious tone in her voice, but she had to admit it was... well, she was curious. So she followed along behind Tracey as the smaller girl quickly moved after Pansy herself. Thankfully their walk was not long, the public bathrooms nearest Harry's quarters for the year being just down the hall from the quarters themselves. Daphne, at least, would care that her makeup was not perfect if she was seen in public.
As it was during breakfast, the quarters themselves were empty as well, which was a relief to Pansy too. Once they were in the room Harry had claimed as his bedroom, after giving up the master suite for Pansy and Astoria, Daphne's younger sister, the black-haired witch shut the door and locked it with a simple second-year charm. She turned to her friends and told them seriously, "What I'm going to tell you doesn't leave this room. Not to any other person, and not ever talked of outside this chamber itself. I'll invoke the House Rules if I have to."
"Not necessary," Tracey replied.
Daphne could still only swallow and nod, quite at a loss for words. All she could squeak out was, "Potter is... one thing, but... W- Weasley? Twice?"
Pansy huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts, and tried not to notice how it made both Tracey and Daphne's eyes flicker downward from her face for a few moments, "Yes. And once you've done it, you won't be acting so surprised, either. Anyway, I brought you here to explain how, since you seem so curious. But if you don't want to hear it..."
She trailed off, and Tracey leaned in eagerly. Daphne, still a little green, muttered, "I'm going to regret this, aren't I," under her breath before gesturing for Pansy to get on with it.
"Well," she started, standing tall even though she felt her face heating a little as she remembered that very poignant night, it was one she still dreamed of with regularity even months later, at least as often as the night Potter had shagged her brains out on the Astronomy Tower while Draco watched helplessly, "There's some history between Potter's group and myself, as you both know."
The girls nodded simultaneously. Pansy shrugged, though she was still quite embarrassed by the way she had acted in her previous life, "To demonstrate... trust, I wasn't bound to the bed when they applied my first Rune-set. I was in the pillory."
Daphne's eyes widened even further than they had in the bathroom.
Tracey's did too, but only a little as she leaned in, "Did you like it?"
"I wasn't... I didn't think I would," Pansy said quietly, "but yes. I did. I liked it a lot. It's... freeing, in an odd way, being bound up. Being helpless. My only purpose there was to accept what they were doing to me, and... try to enjoy it. And I did."
"But... Weasley, in your rear?" Daphne prompted, "Why did you pick him?"
"I didn't," Pansy admitted as she walked over to the device and ran a hand over the upper section with a strangely gentle, loving touch, "Potter- Harry- chose for me, as my Master."
"Your Master," the taller witch repeated, "You call Harry that? I thought only the Succubus and sometimes the Weasley girl did that."
Pansy shook her head, "No, there's Lavender Brown, too. She was there that night, also. Harry is... he makes me feel things I never thought I would. I like... belonging to him. Being his girl, his slave. That's only in the bedroom of course, and only sometimes. But... somehow, without me telling him, he... he knew things about me even I didn't. And he gave me everything I didn't even know I wanted, and more, that night. Weasley in my arse was... just one of those. I hated giving him that control-Harry- but once I had... once I accepted that it was my place to obey him, it was just... Enlightening. Arousing. The best night of my life- up to that point."
The best night after it was just between her and Harry. It was the night, just a week or two ago now, when he'd first told her that he loved her, and meant it. But that was, at least for now, only between them.
"But... in your arse. You got buggered..."
"Eight times, yes," Pansy huffed sharply, "And it's amazing. I didn't think it would be, but I really like it. Even the pain, sometimes, is good. But, and this is a huge thing for me to admit, as much as I love Harry inside me, Weasley's dick in my arse feels better."
"But... when did you...? Wait, you said when Weasley got his Runes? But when?"
This time, she rolled her eyes, "When you were watching me get on top of him. You must not have been paying attention, I wasn't hiding it."
"We will need to do it as well, if we are to get Runes," Tracey said, partially to break Daphne's train of thought, which seemed to be racing around a circular track at full speed.
"Indeed."
Daphne blanched, "But... But I've never... I don't want to..."
Pansy took pity on her friend and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Look, Daphne, you don't have to get the Runes. You heard Harry, no one will make you."
"But Tracey," she whined.
The petite girl shrugged as if she was unconcerned, "I will get the Runes. I will likely elect Harry or Lilith to do that part, and simply request that he shrink himself down to a comfortable level."
"That's a good idea," Pansy replied, "And I wish I'd thought of it. But I have a different idea. You could train yourselves up, to make it easier."
"T- Train...?" Daphne's voice at that statement was high pitched, barely audible.
Pansy only nodded with a wide smile, then turned to walk further into the large room. Past the swing, the pillory, the couch, and then left to the long shelves of sex toys and paraphernalia behind it, next to the X-frame, "You're familiar with dildos, I know."
Both of the lovers nodded, though she noticed Daphne's hands were trembling, while Tracey only looked mildly excited.
"These weird ones," she pointed to a set of round-pointed, short cone shaped devices with flat bottoms, "are meant to go in your arse. See, the small ones are for the start of the process. You wear one for a day or two until it's comfortable, then go to the next larger, and so on. By the time you're up here, you should be ready for a cock. It might still hurt, but it will hurt a lot less. At least, that's what Hermione explained."
Tracey's head cocked to the side, her soft brown hair swaying, "You did not use them to prepare?"
Pansy smiled proudly, "I wasn't given the option, and no. Potter... Harry treated me very well, though, and with Weasley after I was already warmed up. It did hurt, though I still came like the Hogwarts Express running down the tracks, but it did hurt."
Daphne swallowed audibly, then surprised them all- perhaps herself the most- by whispering, "Will- will you help me put it in?"
Pansy grinned, "Nope. They belong to Harry- you'll have to ask him. Sorry."
She paled, but knew there would be no changing Pansy's mind. Ever since he had given her that piece of advice, and then gone to help her pick up the pieces of her life the previous year, she had been his above all others. There was no shaking her loyalty now. She would... she would just have to buck up the courage and ask him herself.
There was no way she could let Tracey get the lust-inducing Runes and not get herself a set to keep up. Even if that meant, just one time, she'd have to have Potter up her arse.
It never even occurred to her that she might well enjoy it.
It was six days after the funeral of Albus Dumbledore. On the morrow, the Hogwarts Express would be picking up the students for the end of the year. Most classes were over for the term, with only the last few review classes for N.E.W.T. and O.W.L. students carrying on, plus the remainder of the exams themselves.
Harry was finally starting to feel like his normal self again after the chaotic, traumatic days that had started with Luna being attacked, finding out he would stoop to torture if pressed hard enough, going through the events at the Gaunt Hovel, and culminating in the attack on the castle that left the Headmaster dead, two Ghosts gone to their final rest and off the roster, and one Horcrux potentially back in Voldemort's hands.
Oh, and Voldemort knew the rest were under threat now.
But there was nothing Harry could do about that, not yet. So he did what any sixteen year old wizard in his position would do: distract himself as a means of relaxation before the work began once more.
In this case, he distracted himself with books.
Not just any books, but a few books Hermione had ordered while she had been with her family the previous summer, and then brought with her while staying over at Sirius' house with him for Yule.
Sexual education books. The first two were essentially primers, the sort of things one might go over in a maturation class in Secondary and Tertiary School. The third was an honest, though abridged, copy of the Kama Sutra. He already owned one himself, thanks to Lilith, but Hermione's was more informative as it was an older edition that had been translated with less editing and contained many of the original drawings as plates.
The last two were university-level books, and ones he was sure she had ordered and kept secret from her parents. The first was Human Sexuality, which while it had a simple enough title... left him flabbergasted by the sheer breadth of knowledge he didn't have on the subject. Lilith had taught him a great deal, but it seemed there was still so much more to learn!
Finally, The Ultimate Guide to Kink, had... well, it had even more. He'd been calling Ginny and Lilith his 'Pets' for months now, but that was... that was a thing? Actual people, pretending to be pets. Sexual pets.
Dogs, cats, the whole zoo.
He'd had an erection the whole time reading the later three. Granted, the majority of those books were not intended to be strictly educational (though, as expected with Hermione, they were often very much that). But he had used the quiet time wisely, and with a plan.
The first two books were... useful, of course, but they were mostly of benefit for Harry to learn so that he could teach others. Specifically, any children...
And Susan Bones.
The one who'd asked him to teach her about sex, as a prelude to entering into the same sort of Concubine Contract that he and Daphne were going into.
The later ones? Well, Hermione had mostly gotten them for her own research, but had been happy to loan them out when he asked. And he knew a girl, or three, who would really be into a section he had just read. In fact, Harry was reasonably sure he might be into it too, given a few flashes of daydreams he could recall involving collars and leashes.
He'd read that section four days ago, and, thanks to Lilith's transportation powers, was now the proud owner of a very legally(ish) obtained set of three collars, three leashes, and various other toys to go with them. Harnesses with anal and vaginal plugs, for example, some of which he and Hermione had already started charming to do various things, like her favorite purple dildo.
As for who he was going to give the things to? Well... she was already on the way.
And if he knew his girls...
There was a knock on the door of his sex-dungeon-cum-bedroom, "Come in," he called from his position on the bed. On his right, the very book he was about to finish had been turned back to the section on pet play. On his left, the trio of collars with leashes attached. And coming in through the door was Lavender Brown. A girl he had formed a strangely tight relationship with, considering he frequently ordered her to shag random people in Gryffindor Tower, after being kidnapped by Death Eaters almost... no, wait, was that night exactly a year ago? He thought it might be, but would have to ask Hermione. She always remembered dates better than he did.
That could wait, though. Right then, he had more pressing business, "Good evening, Lavender."
"Er, hi, Harry," the blonde girl said, sounding a bit confused. Her bag was over her shoulder, and she still wore her Hogwarts robes, which meant she had been studying with Parvati (and probably Padma) when Lyra had found her. He knew full well by now that she preferred to be in more casual, muggle-style clothing whenever possible. Or nothing at all, "What did you need?"
"That's, 'What did you need, master,'" Harry told her firmly, "Address me properly or not at all."
He would have thought she would be embarrassed. Shy, perhaps. Affronted, even.
Instead, he watched a shiver go down Lavender's whole body as another figure crept through the still-open doorway. A slender girl with bright, fiery-red hair, whose form was currently hazy and indistinct, even translucent. Almost ghost-like, if it were not for the obvious color.
Harry forced himself to keep from grinning at the eavesdropper. Ginny Weasley had always been a curious sort, and her penchant for trickery rivaled her twin brothers'. Only, she could turn invisible to everyone except Harry and Lilith without a wand, spell, or even cloak. Even better, Ginny knew he could see her now, so she sent him a lascivious wink that told him she knew something was up, but was mostly curious to see what it was.
That was great, as far as he was concerned, "Shut the door, Slave."
Again, Lavender trembled, but she didn't hesitate to obey, as if he held some magical charm or compulsion over her. Almost, he thought, as if she were under the Imperius Curse.
But she was not. He would know, he had learned to spot it and its effects two years previously. He didn't even think that magic would have as powerful a hold over Lavender Brown as he did. A hold she relished, had asked of him. She wanted to be his, to be owned, taken, used, and controlled. He thought that she, of all the women in his growing circle of regular partners and friends, would appreciate this.
"Stand in front of me."
Again, without question or hesitation, Lavender obeyed.
"Undress."
This time, there was only the briefest moment of pause, barely noticeable, as her skirt was pushed down. He did not choose to punish her for it, since she had otherwise obeyed perfectly. Perhaps, he reasoned with himself, she was simply trying to figure out how far he meant to go?
All the way, of course... but how far she should go with the command.
She guessed correctly, if she didn't figure it out, at least. In under a minute, Lavender was as naked as the day she was born, and looking far more beautiful. She had among the larger chests of their year, larger than Daphne, Hermione, or Pansy, but smaller than Susan Bones or Hannah, hers were firmer than either of theirs, however, he was sure. A slender waist and wide hips, angelic face with a much more understated approach to makeup charms than she had used two years previously, one that now only accentuated her natural beauty, capped by a thick mane of soft blonde locks that fell in waves do her mid-back, and delicate hands and feet highlighted by currently teal finger- and toe-nail paint.
He nodded, and licked his lips to show the girl that he liked what he saw, "Lavender, you said once that you wanted me to be rough with you. Do you remember that?"
She nodded, "Yes, Master," answering quickly as it was one of the defining moments of her life. Certainly it had lead to the most defining moment, the time when Harry had brutally claimed her body, her life, her soul, in that broom closet.
"Good. Tell me honestly. Do not answer what you think I want to hear, I want your honest opinion. Do you enjoy what we have together? You and I, and our other lovers?"
Lavender blinked as if she was confused by the question, then surprised him briefly by shrugging, "I'm... I'm sorry, Master, I don't know. I don't understand what you mean."
He tried again, "We were starting to be friends before I made you mine. You remember talking to me in the Hospital Wing, for example."
"Yes, of course, Master."
He nodded, then leaned forward over his knees with his hands clasped together. She was close enough he had to strain to look up at her eyes, but he had to admit that it was a nice, unusual view of her bare chest, too, "Do you enjoy serving me? Obeying my commands? Being my slave?"
"Yes, of course! It's all I want, Master."
"Even if I tell you to shag other people?"
Lavender grinned, "I love it. Shagging is so much fun! I love being with Master the most, of course, but I'm glad he lets me try other people, too. Everyone's so different! I like being Master's slave, but I like... Well, I like being free to follow my instincts. I'm sorry, Master, I'm not explaining it very well..."
Harry shook his head and sat up straight once more, "Don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong, Lavender. And if you had, I'd have to punish you anyway, apology or not," he took a breath, "Not that you shouldn't say you're sorry if you do mess something up, of course."
"Of course, Master," she agreed, as if that was the most self-evident idea she'd ever heard.
He supposed, in some ways, it was. Lavender had not exactly had a re-write of her core personality like Romilda Vane had, but her focus had been changed from being a flighty teenage girl to one who relished in sexual servitude, to him and his specifically and to others in general. It was, if anything, what he was trying to do with Romilda, if he'd had the knowledge to do it right.
But all that had really changed with Lavender, was that her inhibitions had largely fallen away, and she preferred him over even her own pleasure.
Which meant, in the end, only one thing, "That's great, Lavender. You're a good- no, a perfect- slave for me, too. In fact," he said as she beamed under the praise, "I'm promoting you as a reward for your excellent service."
"There's something above being your slave, Master?" Lavender gasped, and briefly covered her wondrous tits up with her arms as she put her hands over her mouth.
"There is. A prime position, in fact. You see, I have a few girls I could call my slaves, even if you're the only one I use the word for regularly. But there are only two- for now- that I ever call my Pets. That's Ginny, and Lyra. Lilith."
Lavender's eyes widened, and the soft brown glistened with unshed tears, "M- Master...?"
"That's right," he told her gently, and beckoned her forward until he could take one of her suddenly trembling hands in his, "I'm going to give you a collar, if you want one. You'll be my Pet forever after that."
"Master... is too good to me," Lavender sniffled.
Harry forced down the thought that phrase brought up. She sounded far too much like Dobby just then, and he would prefer to never think of him in any sort of sexual situation. Instead, he gestured with his other hand to the three leash and collar sets beside him, "I have three for now. One of them is yours, the other two go to my other Pets. Choose which color you want, my dear. Which color will mark you as mine, my Pet."
He was not shocked to see her pick the purple one, leaving the red and pink for Ginny and Lilith. He had, after all, ordered the devices with those very girls in mind. When she touched it, she shivered again, and looked to Harry with her eyes still swimming, though she was still smiling widely too.
He picked it up carefully, then stood and faced her, his Pet, "Hold your hair up, Lavender."
She did so quickly, even missed a few locks in her haste to obey. But Harry couldn't fault her for that. He pushed them aside as he raised the collar, then snapped it around her neck with the leash dangling down between her breasts to about the level of her knees, "Now you are mine, forever, Pet."
"Thank you, Harry," Lavender whispered.
He smiled, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet, and too short, because Ginny interrupted him by thrusting the red collar into his hands and coughing loudly as she faded into view, "My turn, Master."
Harry laughed as he took the ring of leather, then put it on Ginny and kissed her, too. She was already undressed, and he watched the two girls kiss each other happily after he released the ginger, "Now, I'm all for some shagging," he told them a little more seriously once they separated too, "But you need to do some reading first. See, there are rules to being a Pet. First, when you're a Pet, you are not quite human. But you can be a cat, a dog, a fox, or something else. You're meant to behave as that animal would in all ways possible, except when ordered directly otherwise by me. Of course, being a Pet can't be active all the time, but you'll always be my Pet in my heart, both of you. See, if you start reading here..."