Hermione was still crying twenty minutes later. She mourned for her lost freedom and for her lost love that turned into a monster. She cried because she was being used like a cheap whore, and she cried out of shame for enjoying it in the heat of the moment. She wanted to hit Harry or curse him, but she knew that her magic wouldn't allow her to harm her Master.
After a while, Harry stirred next to her and opened his eyes. He took in the breathtaking body of the naked girl next to him and felt himself growing hard again. He wanted nothing more than to start going for another round. But then he looked into Hermione's face and noted that she was quietly sobbing.
He sat up and looked into her chocolate brown eyes and saw a look of utter sadness. She had cried aplenty before, but her previous tears were tears more of anger and defiance, and he had enjoyed breaking her. But her tears now were tears of nothing but sadness. Despite her betrayal, he didn't want to see her in this state.
"Hermione, tell me what's wrong." he demanded softly.
"How can you ask that? You raped me! You made me your slave!" Hermione replied angrily.
"Is that all of it? Answer truthfully!" he inquired.
Hermione didn't want to share this with him, but he had ordered her to fully explain herself. Her crying increased for a moment, before she answered with her eyes downcast. "I-I can no longer recognize you. I lo-loved you, fell in love with you last year, and now you hurt me so much. And a part of me also likes-I hate my body for responding the way it did. I don't want to like this, but a part of my does, and I hate it. I'm supposed to be strong, not some submissive slut. I hate what is happening to me, and I don't know-" She turned away from him and started to cry again.
Harry was feeling sorry for her, and he was angry with himself for being so soft. He knew this would happen when he decided to call in the life debt. He couldn't back down now. He reminded himself that it was equally her fault that she was in the current situation.
"I'm sorry that it has come to this." he finally said. "You might have had feelings for me, but you betrayed me, still. This is the price you will have to pay for that."
He then cupped her chin with his hand and turned her face towards him.
"But despite your actions, I still care for you. So, when this tournament is over and I have gotten away from Dumbledore and you've made up for what you did, I promise that I will release you." he told her softly.
"You-you will?" Hermione asked amidst quiet sobs.
"Yes, when you're good, once this whole mess is sorted out and I no longer need your assistance or your confidentiality." he confirmed.
Hermione looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded slowly.
"Until then, you will better be a good little slut for me." Harry told her. "And I need not only the beautiful body of yours, but your brain also. So, I'm sure we will come back to this soon enough, but for now, why don't you dress yourself and then we can start practicing some spells for the tournament?"
Relieved, Hermione stepped out of the bed and dressed quickly. She felt filthy and would have liked to take a shower to clean her sticky nether regions, but she didn't dare to ask for that. She assumed that "a good little slut" wasn't supposed to mind her Master's semen dripping from her pussy.
Now, she just hoped that by helping Harry train, she could show him that she was useful to him in other ways so that he would leave her body alone and stop abusing her.
They trained until dinner and then for several hours more after dinner, during which time Harry's spell-casting improved much with Hermione's assistance.
"REDUCTO!" he shouted for the umpteenth time that evening, and another training dummy disintegrated in a huge explosion.
Panting, her turned around to Hermione. "I finally got it!" he exclaimed. "Your explanation was brilliant; I couldn't have done this without you."
Hermione looked conflicted.
Harry caught on. "This is exactly why I called in the life debt. I need your help, but if you could, you would now run to Dumbledore or McGonagall and tell them that I'm learning dangerous spells."
He smirked and got walked towards her. "Well, that's one reason, but of course there are more..."
He cupped her breasts with his hands and softly pinched her nipples through the fabric of her robes.
Hermione tried to back away, but Harry put one hand on her still aching butt and pushed her towards him.
"Fancy another round?" he asked
"Please, no!" she pleaded.
"Well, fine, a blowjob then. Get on your knees and start working!" he ordered.
Hermione started to quietly sob again, but she knelt down and pulled down Harry's trousers nonetheless. Reluctantly, she took his already stiff cock into her hands and wrapped her lips around it.
He hadn't cleaned himself after their coupling and now he was also sweaty from his exercise, which caused Hermione to gag from the taste of the mixture of dried cum, dried pussy juice and salty sweat on her Master's cock.
"Oh yes! Use your tongue and suck it! And play with yourself!" Harry instructed her, and Hermione had no choice but to obey despite her suffering.
Harry enjoyed his second ever blowjob while admiring the view of Hermione rubbing and fingering herself under her skirt.
"That's it, slave! I'm going to cum soon. And - this is a standing order for you from now on! - when I cum in your mouth, you will keep every drop of it in your mouth. You won't spill anything, but you won't swallow anything, either, until I tell you to!" he commanded her.
Still bobbing her head on his cock, Hermione was unable to respond.
"Oh, that's it, slut!" he shouted, bursting into Hermione's mouth, filling her up with his seed.
She whimpered and gagged but continued to suck him until he was limp.
"Open your mouth!" Harry then ordered.
Hermione opened her mouth, showing a big load of his sticky sperm on her tongue. The look on her face clearly indicated that she didn't appreciate the taste.
"All right, keep it where it is. You may continue enjoying yourself." he told her with a smirk. Her hands were still busy under her skirt.
As her moans started to increase, he told her, "Slave, here's another standing order for you: You are no longer allowed to orgasm unless you are given permission."
Hermione looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension but didn't answer otherwise. She couldn't, really, with his cum still in her mouth.
Soon, Hermione was on the brink of orgasm. Utterly embarrassed, she looked at him pleadingly. "Blease, mhm heh chm." she muttered.
"You want to cum?" Harry smirked.
Hermione nodded, her face flushed scarlet. Both her hands were under her skirt now, caressing her folds and diddling her clit. She was breathing heavily.
"All right, slave, you may cum." he told her. "And swallow my sperm, while you're at it." he added.
At the same moment as Hermione gulped down the unpleasant gooey liquid in her mouth, she was hit with an incredible orgasm. Moaning loudly, she squirted all over her hands, soaking her skirt and creating a small puddle on the floor where she knelt.
"Good girl!" Harry praised her while she was gathering her breath.
"Well, wasn't that fun? But it will be curfew in a few minutes, so we should head back now." he said, pulling up the flustered girl.
A few minutes later, Hermione was walking silently beside Harry back to the Gryffindor tower. She was confused, angry at Harry and herself, and she dreaded what the next days and weeks would be like for her. Thinking back at their post-coital conversation, she had at least grounds to hope that Harry would release her in the not-too-distant future. He had also said that he cared for her. She shook her head. Didn't he see how much he was hurting her now?
She noticed that Harry was still holding her hand. Moments like that made her hope that the sweet boy she had fallen in love with was still somewhere within the cruel person her Harry had become. He had forced her to have sex with him, but then... The way he had made her feel! She sighed in frustration. Why was her body responding like this?
They reached the entrance to the common room, and Harry said the password and helped Hermione through the portrait door. Hermione couldn't wrap her head around how he was behaving like a gentleman in one moment and like a sick pervert the next.
There were still many students in the around in the common room, but Hermione was relieved that she spotted no Weasleys and no students from their year.
Before they separated, Harry pulled her close and whispered into her ear. "You've been a good girl today. Sleep well, and be in the common room tomorrow morning at seven."
Not waiting for a response, he turned around and walked up the stairs to his dorm.
Hermione stared after him with empty eyes before she pulled herself together and quickly went up to her own dorm. Like the day before, she showered thoroughly, unable to stop feeling dirty. After almost an hour under the shower, she heard Parvati calling for her, asking if she was all right. As she couldn't raise the suspicion of the dorm mates even further, Hermione quickly stepped out of the shower, got ready for bed and returned to the dorm. Tired and emotionally drained, she climbed into her bed. It took a long time before she finally fell asleep.