Harry woke up well-rested the following morning in the Room of Requirement. He made use of the bathroom the room had provided, showered, and then returned to the Gryffindor tower to get some fresh clothes.
All the while, he pondered how to get the help he needed. He considered if he could call in the life debt that Hermione owed him.
Calling in the debt was extreme, he admitted, but she had betrayed him and doing this was within his legal rights. Maybe he wouldn't have to make her a servant but could only demand that she had to help him and keep his secrets. But he remembered how she went behind his back the previous year because of his Firebolt. With her worship of authority figures, he would need a lot of control over her. He couldn't trust her otherwise when he was also up against Dumbledore. It would be almost impossible to achieve all of this with only one carefully phrased demand. Not without him being a lawyer anyway. He would have to make her a bonded servant.
So not only would he use the life debt to make her help him training, but also to ensure that she couldn't betray his secrets. And if he was honest to himself, he wouldn't mind the opportunity to additionally extract some vengeance for her latest betrayal. Making the spokesperson for house-elf rights his bonded servant would be a fitting punishment. He would release her after the tournament, he reassured himself.
Besides, having an attractive girl in a position where she couldn't refuse any of his demands would offer quite a few possibilities of a different kind. And lately, Hermione had featured prominently in many of his fantasies.
Could he really do that to Hermione? Harry decided that he would give her one last chance to listen to him and preserve their friendship. But if she turned her back on him, he would no longer feel any need to honor any friendship they might have had, and he would use the life debt to show her the error of her ways. If she insisted on being a traitor, he would not feel guilty for forcing her to help him with the tournament. And if she let him down again, it would be her own fault when she had to improve his shitty mood in other ways, too.
That day after dinner, Harry snatched Hermione's hand and pulled her down the hall and towards the stairs to the seventh floor.
"Harry, what is going on? Where are we going? I really don't have time for this. We have a test in potions a week from now for goodness' sake." Hermione complained.
"Oh Merlin, shut it for a second." Harry said in exasperation, dragging her on towards the Room of Requirement.
"Don't talk to me like that, and let go off me! Ron is right, this champion business has really gotten to your head."
Finally, they came up on Harry's intended destination. Harry paced back and forth three times and a small door appeared in the wall.
"Harry, what is this?" Hermione demanded to know.
Harry opened the door to show a small empty class room. It was unremarkable compared to what the room could have provided, but Harry didn't want to give away the secrets of the room just yet. He gave Hermione a little shove into the room and stepped in after her, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Harry, what are we doing here?" Hermione asked angrily.
"I need help." Harry explained to his former friend, "I know no one as intelligent and determined as you, and we have been through the craziest adventures together. For the sake of our friendship, please, Hermione, please help me with the preparation for the tournament."
"Shut it Harry, I won't help a cheat like you! If you excuse me, I have to get back to the library, now." Hermione replied icily and moved towards the door.
Harry stepped in her way and blocked the door. "Please, Hermione, tell me how I can prove to you that I didn't put my name in the goblet and I'll do it." he asked tiredly.
"Honestly, Harry, everyone knows what you did. Dumbledore confirmed it in front of everyone. There is no point in continuing his discussion, let me go now!" Hermione demanded.
"I see." Harry said with exasperation. "So, there is no way that you will help me to prepare for the tournament, even though the tasks will probably put my life in peril?"
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you entered your name into the goblet! Obviously, the tournament was not meant for 14-year-olds. Instead, now you come to me pleading for help, you're so pathetic! Why should I help you now, when you obviously don't-?" Hermione ranted angrily.
"All right, all right." Harry interrupted, before he straightened up. If he was honest with himself, a small part of him had hoped that Hermione would react this way.
"I need help. I need someone I can trust fully. If I had time I would try and convince you, but I don't, and so I need to do the next best thing."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked and ranted on, "Thinking of it, I really don't care. Step out of my way now! Just because you managed to cheat yourself into the tournament does not-"
"For the last time, I did not enter my name is the goblet." he interrupted and continued forcefully, "But this is beside the point now. You see, in my research on magical contracts I made an interesting discovery. Did you know that for me saving you from that troll in our first year, you owe me a life debt?"
Hermione looked at him confused about the sudden change of topic.
"Smart as you are, I'm sure you knew, as well as you certainly know that as payment for a life debt one can demand almost anything. I have to say, considering this, your behaviour towards me in the last weeks was quite foolish." He paused to enjoy the increasingly fearful look on her face, before he continued, "Hermione Jean Granger, as payment for the life debt owed to me due to the events on Halloween 1991, I, Harry James Potter, bind you to me in body and magic in eternal servitude. So mote it be!"
A light flashed between them while Hermione screamed in horror.
"NO, I will NOT be your slave!" she shouted.
"Well, but you are." Harry smiled coldly. "Let's test this, shall we? I order you to kneel down before me."
Hermione struggled, but her body acted against her will and did as commanded, and she knelt down on the floor before Harry, an expression of shock and fear on her face.
He could have demanded her servitude 'in body, mind and magic', but he liked her mind intact, and she couldn't refuse him in the end anyway. And he enjoyed seeing her struggling, just to inevitably fail in the end.
Still kneeling, Hermione looked up to him with teary eyes.
"Harry, what-what happened to you?" she asked fearfully, "The Harry I know wouldn't do this."
"Being set up to die by people one trusts can change a person, I guess. And the Hermione I know would never have refused to help me to prepare for a deadly tournament, so you really shouldn't complain."
Hermione started to tear up more. "You're right, Harry, I should have helped you, and I will, I promise! Just, please, release me from this!"
"I really don't feel like giving you a chance to stab me in the back for a third time, sorry. I think we will need this arrangement for now to ensure your loyalty." Harry answered coldly.
He couldn't help but admire the beauty of the young witch kneeling before him.
"Besides, this offers so many other fun opportunities..." he said, almost more to himself.
His hormones went into overdrive at the thought of his new power and all the possibilities it presented. He had not planned to do this, at least not so soon, but he was a teenage boy after all. 'And hey, in for a Penny, in for a Pound.' he thought. He really wanted to see what Hermione was hiding under her bulky school robes.
"Well, I think I should inspect my new property a bit more closely now." Harry said with a smirk. "But I think you are a bit overdressed for that. Why don't you strip down?"
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Please, no, Harry! Please! Please, I'll be yours, but don't make me do this!" she pleaded in panic. The girl really looked incredibly cute like this, Harry thought to himself.
"Strip down, now!" he commanded impatiently, ignoring Hermione's pleas.
"Harry, this is not right!" the girl whined, although she couldn't help but blush as her hands involuntarily moved to shed her robes and then unbutton her blouse.
"I agree, this isn't right." Harry smirked and then added, "You should not call me Harry any longer, you have lost that right. I am your master, and you will address me as such."
The brunette winced.
"Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes." Hermione whispered with downcast eyes, while she took off her blouse and then pulled down her skirt.
"Yes, what?" Harry asked threateningly.
"Yes... Master." she replied with a weak voice, tears running down her face.
By now, she had shed her skirt and was kneeling before him only in her bra and panties.
Harry's gaze drifted over her lean, perfect body. Her face was red from embarrassment.
"Well, continue, slave." he demanded.
With trembling hands, Hermione removed her bra. Harry reveled at the sight of her pale breasts. They were rather small, barely B cups as she was still growing, but perky and perfectly shaped with small pink nipples.
Hermione then slowly pulled down her panties, to reveal a brown bush of hair over her vulva.
"You're beautiful, slave." Harry breathed heavily, while Hermione stared back at him with a mixture of fear, anger, and shame. She pressed her legs together and covered her breasts and her nether regions with her hands, trying to shield her most private parts from Harry's gaze.
"Don't cover yourself! Hands to the side!" Harry ordered.
Reluctantly, Hermione dropped her arms to her side, unable to refuse the command. She was absolutely horrified. She might have fallen in love with Harry the previous year, but this was no longer the boy she loved, and now he was making her his personal plaything and there was nothing she could do about it. This was definitely not how she had imagined their relationship to start. Well, she might have had some fantasies along similar lines, but she never wanted something like this. She was utterly ashamed when she felt the heat in her belly build up and her pussy moisten under Harry's appreciative gaze. Why did some part of her respond like this? She hated this, and she hated him!
Harry, in the meantime, was still admiring the picture of beauty in front of him. He grinned when he realized that all of this was his, now, and that he could do way more than just look at the girl.
For a moment, Harry thought about having the Room of Requirement change into another configuration but decided against it. The classroom setting would do for now.
He walked next to the teacher's desk, Hermione's eyes following him as she looked at him fearfully.
"Slave," Harry ordered, "come here and lie down on the desk so that I can get a better look at you."
With a desperate expression on her face, Hermione rose to her feet and approached the table.
Harry smirked when she climbed onto the table and lay flat down on it, sprawled out before him in all her glory. But then he frowned when she once more moved her hands to cover her breasts and vulva.
"Hand to the side!" he barked. "If I have to say it again, you won't like the consequences!"
The girl complied, and Harry went on to berate her, "You don't get it, do you? You're mine, now. Mine to look at... mine to touch, mine to do with whatever I please..."
He moved his hand towards her body and trailed a finger upwards along her left arm, marveling at her soft skin. From her shoulder, he then slowly moved his hand towards her perky breasts.
Hermione was desperately shaking her head. "Please, no." she whispered.
Harry just shot her a grin before his hand reached her breasts. Hermione whimpered and closed her eyes as he increased the pressure and squeezed her left boob, his other hand soon joining in on the right boob. Harry was utterly fascinated as he kneaded the soft flesh. It felt incredible!
He began to play with the small pink nipples, extorting some more whimpers from his slave. He twisted the nipples in his hands and squeezed them slightly, causing them to harden with the constant stimulation. Hermione hissed or whimpered whenever he increased the pressure a bit.
After a while, Harry's gaze drifted towards an even more interesting area. While he continued to play with his slave's nipples with his left hand, he slowly trailed his right hand over her abdomen towards her nether regions.
"Please stop! Please, please no, please!" Hermione sobbed desperately, but this only spurred him on.
He brushed over her pussy lips and began to gently stroke her folds.
"Spread you legs!" he demanded, and the girl had no choice but to obey his command.
Hermione whimpered as she involuntarily opened her legs, exposing herself even further to her tormentor.
Harry was completely enthralled by the sight in front of him. With both hands, he began fondling the fascinating soft flesh of his slave's folds. He bent down to get an even closer look. He grabbed Hermione's pussy lips in either hand and forcefully spread them apart, revealing the pink entrance to her vagina.
"NoooOOOO!" Hermione's sobbing increased when Harry slowly pushed the tip of one finger of his right hand inside her pussy. He didn't move any further than that though, not wanting to move too fast.
Harry moved his fingers along the entrance of Hermione's pussy, enjoying the tightness of her slick love tunnel. While Hermione wasn't dripping wet, the inside of her pussy was getting increasingly moist, and when Harry removed his fingertip from her vagina, it was glistering with her wetness.
Despite his inexperience, Harry knew what this indicated. He withdrew his right hand from the girl's pussy and held it in front of her tear-streaked face.
"You see this, slut?" he asked derisively, while he continued to massage her pussy with his left hand. "You're getting wet! You like this, don't you? You're getting off on this! I never would have taken you for such a wanton slut!"
Harry laughed when Hermione shook her head frantically, her face showing a mixture of shame, indignation and fear. "No! I don't! Please stop! Please, let me go! I don't want this!" she begged.
"Oh, but I think you do." Harry replied and continued his ministrations. He moved his thumb over her clit and began to rub the sensitive pearl, enjoying Hermione's whimpers.
He continued for a short while, but he withdrew his hand once it was glistening from the girl's arousal.
"You see this?" he said and wiped his wet fingers over her face, "I think that you're enjoying this very much."
"But..." he said and stepped back. "I think it's my turn, now. Would you like me to fuck that wet pussy of yours?"
"No! Please! Harry, please, don't do this!" Hermione cried hysterically.
"Fine." Harry relented. "Get off the table then and kneel down."
Hermione scampered off the table and got to the ground, still whimpering, but clearly relieved at the same time.
"I won't fuck you today, but you will still get me off. How about we put that bossy mouth of yours to some better use... Wouldn't you love to suck your Master's cock?" Harry asked gleefully.
"NO! Fuck you! I won't!" Hermione screamed in desperation and anger, backing off.
"Well, interesting, isn't it? When I don't phrase it as a direct order, you are free to refuse, so let's try this then: Slave, give me a nice sensual blowjob!"
Despite her best efforts, Hermione couldn't stop herself from sliding back towards Harry. As if controlled by an outside force, her hands went up to pull down Harry's boxers and grab his already firm dick. She reluctantly started to lick Harry's cock, starting from the base up to the head. She gave it a kiss while shuddering internally.
Harry was enjoying the feeling but wanted more. He put his hands on Hermione's head and forced her to start taking his dick into her mouth. Hermione was shocked by the forcefulness. When Hermione didn't move, Harry started to pull her head up and down his whole cock. His cock hitting the back of her throat caused Hermione to gag and cough.
Harry didn't care. There was only one thing on his mind and that was cumming in his slave's mouth. This being his first time, he would not last long, but he wanted to see Hermione enjoying herself, too.
"Play with your pussy!" he ordered, and to her shame, Hermione was forced to move her hand between her thighs and her fingers started to caress her clit and pussy lips. Her body betrayed her and soon her fingers were covered in her juices.
"Mmmmm. That feels good my slave. I'm going to cum. You better swallow it all!" Harry moaned.
A few moments later, Hermione's gagging throat brought him to an incredible climax.
"Here it comes!" Harry yelled as he was cumming in Hermione's mouth.
Hermione was in total shock when a torrent of cum started to spurt out of Harry's twitching cock. She grimaced from the unpleasant taste when the warm salty liquid washed into her mouth.
She tried to swallow Harry's cum, but the amount was too much for her. She started to gag and some cum spilled out of her mouth and onto the floor. She released his cock and was having a coughing fit. Harry grabbed his dick and a few final shots of his seed landed on Hermione's face.
"That was bloody amazing!" Harry said cheerfully. His first sexual experience with a girl would be something he would never forget. All his pent-up stress had finally been relieved. He looked down at her to see some cum running down her cheek.
Hermione was finally able to catch her breath. She still had the salty unpleasant taste of cum in her mouth.
Harry then noticed some cum on the floor. With his hands he grabbed both of Hermione's breasts and twisted her nipples hard, causing Hermione to curl up in pain.
"How dare you spit out your Master's cum?! You are expected to swallow it all unless I tell you otherwise! It that understood?!" Harry chastised her. He was really starting to get into this.
"Ow, ow ow! Yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master!" Hermione cried. Harry was amazed that she had addressed him correctly.
"I hope so. Now, what do you think you should do to fix the situation?" Harry asked.
Hermione's mind was still recovering, and she didn't know how to respond. What could she do to fix it, she thought. There were no rags for her to clean up the mess.
"I'm not sure, Master. There is nothing I can use to clean it up." Hermione replied.
"Are you sure? Use that pretty brilliant mind of yours. Or maybe some pain will help the creative juices flow." Harry said, slapping her tits.
"Ow! OW! No! No, wait, Master!" Hermione cried.
Hermione was quite afraid. She didn't want any more punishments. How else could she clean up the mess. 'Wait.' she thought. 'He can't mean doing that could he? But that is the only way.' It was so demeaning, though.
"Well? I'll give you five seconds to answer. Five...four...three...two...one..." Harry said.
"I know what to do, Master." Hermione replied quickly. She bent down to where Harry's cum was on the floor, took a deep breath and licked up the cum with her tongue. Once again, all her dignity was lost.
"Look at that, aren't you a good little slut!" Harry exclaimed cheerfully, humiliating her further. "That's exactly how a little slut cleans up spilled cum! I hope you'll remember that!"
With a new inspiration, and deciding to run along with it, Harry ordered, "Now, I want you to crawl back a few steps. Then stay on your knees, with your body upright. Spread your legs as wide apart as possible, push your chest forward and put your hands behind your head."
Hermione was shocked. In that position nothing would be left to the imagination. She would be acting pretty much like a slut begging to be taken.
Hermione moved slowly and assumed a kneeling position, with her legs spread as far apart that her thighs started aching. She put her hands behind her head. All her self-respect, pride and dignity lost as Harry could see all of her. To add insult to injury, there were still strains of Harry's cum on her lips and her cheek, and she still had its disgusting taste in her mouth.
"Excellent, my sexy slut slave. That is the perfect way to present yourself to your master." Harry smiled. "You will always assume this Present Position at the start of our training sessions."
"Training sessions? There is more?" Hermione asked apprehensively. She started to tear up again.
"Of course, you are mine now, after all. And as much fun as we will have together, I also expect you to help me to prepare for the tournament and aid me in training how to fight. I will explain more tomorrow, and we will train you some more."
"Yes, Master." Hermione whispered. She was in shock. She could not do this again!
"Now, let's set some ground rules. You already know that you can't refuse to obey any direct orders. But if you show a bit more enthusiasm when doing what you're told to do, I might reward you and you might start to enjoy this." Hermione gave a derisive snort at that, but Harry continued. "Obviously, you are forbidden to reveal any secrets of mine to anyone not in the know without my expressed permission. You are forbidden to reveal your new status or what happened here to anyone else in any shape or form. In public, you will still call me Harry and act as usual. It wouldn't do for Dumbledore to find out about this and start fussing about me going dark. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Hermione replied. She was still kneeling before him, her sex exposed and with cum on her face. Her eyes showed a mixture of anger, fear, apprehension and shame.
"Yes what?" Harry shouted and slapped her tits hard.
"OW! Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master!" Hermione cried.
"That's better." Harry said. "Now, it's getting late. We need to get back to our rooms before someone notices. So put on your clothes, but first clean off the cum on your face, you dirty slut."
He didn't provide her with a towel or anything, but Hermione knew what she was expected to do. Cringing from disgust and embarrassment, she wiped Harry's cum off of her lips and her cheek with her fingers and then licked her fingers clean.
"Well done, my slut slave." Harry complimented her, starting to get aroused again at the sight.
Having endured the latest humiliation, Hermione was relieved that she was finally able to get dressed and leave. She reached for her clothes, but Harry grabbed her bra and panties. "I don't think you'll have to wear those anymore." he explained smirking.
Hermione glared at him but started to put on her clothes.
"I hope you had as much fun as I had. Remember your rules!" Harry told her. "You will be back here tomorrow directly after lunch. I expect that your pussy will be clean shaven. You will remove all your body hair. I want everything to be smooth down there when I take your virginity tomorrow." Harry said to Hermione's horror.
"You are crazy! You think I'm going to come back? I'm not going to let you rape me! I'll tell McGonagall and Dumbledore, they'll free me." Hermione screamed desperately.
"Rape? I will do no such thing. You are no longer a person; you are my property and I can do with you as I please." Harry explained. "Also, you will find out that you will not be able to tell anyone as I stated before. You are forbidden to let anyone else know about this."
"And you seem to have already forgotten your place, you will be punished for this." Harry added. "You're lucky we don't have time for any more training now."
Hermione was too emotionally drained to reply.
"That is all. Head back to your dorm." said Harry.
Hermione stayed silent and slowly walked out the room.
After she left, Harry mumbled, "I can't believe I did it. Hermione Granger is my fully obedient slave! This school year might turn out not to be so bad after all!"
He couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Hermione closed the door behind her and started to make her way back to the Gryffindor tower. Her mind was a mess. Everything that happen in the last hour couldn't have been real. 'This has to be a dream, a nightmare.' she thought.
She made her way through the corridors and stairs. Finally, she arrived at her dorm and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower. She thoroughly cleaned herself and washed her mouth to finally get the taste of Harry's semen out of her mouth.
Afterwards she went straight to bed. She curled up into a ball with her blanket wrapped around her. She wanted to just sleep and wake up from this nightmare.
Unfortunately, sleep would not come to her. Too many thoughts and memories of the last hour were running through her mind, the memories of her being enslaved, humiliated and used. She started to cry again at the thought of being made into a slave. 'No! I won't let Harry or a stupid life debt ruin my life.' she promised herself. She would find a way out of this.
Then she remembered that Harry had said that he would take her virginity the next day and she started to panic. She might find a way to regain her freedom, but not within a day.
She was also at a loss as to why a small part of her had enjoyed what happened. 'That has to be the bond.' she decided. 'That's not me.' But even now, thinking about Harry's promise to have his way with her caused her to heat up in her nether regions. She was disgusted with herself.
With all those thoughts whirling around in her head, she finally drifted off into a restless sleep.