Harry was almost surprised by his lack of nervousness on the day of the first task. He had been terrified when he had learnt about the dragons less than two days ago, but with his plan to simply kill the dragon with a Killing Curse, he no longer worried about the danger. Instead, he was able to relax before the start of the competition.
After their usual morning routine - Hermione woke him up by pleasuring him with her mouth, and he then gave her her daily spanking - they had breakfast and retreated into the Room of Retirement afterwards, where they remained until lunch. Harry practised the Killing Curse over a dozen more times, but that didn't take much of their time and he was free to enjoy his slave's company and let her help him "relax" for the rest of the morning.
When Harry walked his well-fucked slave to the Great Hall for lunch, she was walking rather gingerly, her pussy and arse aching from several rough shags. However, Hermione didn't pay much mind to the pain and instead mostly felt frustrated, as she hadn't been allowed to climax even once that morning. The feeling of cum and pussy juice trailing down her thighs and of her butt plug moving around and stretching her arse with every step added to her arousal. Harry had told her to be patient and wait for their celebrations after his successful completion of the task. Hot and bothered as she was, she hoped the task would be over soon.
After lunch, Harry and Hermione left the castle and made their way to the arena that had been set up on the grounds. They entered the tent that was designated for the champions and were immediately accosted by a reporter.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, finally here! And is that your girlfriend?" the reporter asked, a middle-aged blonde woman that wore too much make-up and was dressed in hideous magenta robes.
Harry wasn't at all embarrassed about the attention. He was quite proud to parade Hermione around as his girlfriend. Especially with her new hairdo, her fixed teeth, and her increased bust size, she really was one of the prettiest girls at the school.
"Hi." he greeted the reporter. "And yep, that's my girlfriend."
He grinned as he placed his hand around Hermione's waist for emphasis, only inches above her bum in a way that wouldn't have been too indecent in the muggle world but quite scandalous in the much more prudish wizarding world. Hermione blushed furiously when the photographer accompanying the reporter raised his camera ad took several pictures of her and Harry.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" the reporter squealed in delight at the same time. "Young love! That's just what my readers love! What's her name?"
Harry smirked, and for a brief moment, Hermione was mortified that he would introduce her as Pet, but Harry said, "Hermione Granger. She's one of my oldest friends and top of our class."
"You have to tell me all about the two of you!" the reporter demanded. "How have you met? When have you started dating?"
"Maybe another time." Harry said amiably. "Right now, I think I'd rather focus on the first task."
"Ah, of course, Mr Potter." the reporter agreed reluctantly. "Another time then. Good luck."
"Thank you." Harry said and nodded politely as the reporter turned around to find herself a new victim to harass.
The woman had been quite annoying, but Harry knew that a good relationship with the press would be quite useful to him in the near future. He was sure that the press would condemn what he had planned for the first task, but if he played his cards right, that would hopefully change soon after.
Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch then called the champions to gather around them. The three headmasters were also present.
"Harry, Miss Granger isn't supposed to be here." Dumbledore said firmly as Harry and Hermione approached the tournament organisers.
"I named her as my advisor and confidante for the tournament. She has every right to be here." Harry disagreed.
"Very well." Dumbledore sighed, giving Harry a disappointed look, to no effect.
Harry ignored the old man and turned towards Bagman and Crouch. "Can we get started?"
"Right." Bagman said and launched into an explanation of the first task. Harry noted that Cedric Diggory was the only champion who was surprised to learn about the dragons. The Hufflepuff gave an audible gasp and blanched at the revelation. Bagman also explained that each champion had to obtain a golden egg from a nesting dragon without damaging the other eggs in the nest. Harry smirked when there was no mention about "damaging" the dragon.
The dragons were assigned to the champions by drawing small dragon figurines from a bag. Impatient, Harry pushed forward and drew his dragon first, drawing the Hungarian Horntail. That meant he would enter the arena as the last champion.
Fleur Delacour the drew the Welsh Green dragon and Viktor Krum the Swedish Short-snout. The last dragon left for the visibly shaken Cedric Diggory was the Chinese Fireball.
"Splendid!" Bagman said happily when the dragons had been assigned. "We'll get started in a moment then. Good luck to you all!"
The four champions and Hermione were left in the tent when the judges retreated to their place in the stands. Bagman opened the tournament with a short speech before the first dragon was brought into the arena.
Harry and Hermione watched with apt attention as first the Durmstrang and then the Beauxbatons champion got past their dragons with little difficulty. Viktor Krum got some points deducted because his injured dragon destroyed some of its eggs, and Fleur's marks suffered as her dragon set her robes ablaze, but both champions managed to collect their golden eggs without suffering any real injury.
Then, it was Diggory's turn. The Chinese Fireball was shepherded into the arena by the dragon handlers, and the Hufflepuff's complexion turned even more pale. The scarlet-red dragon had a length of over twenty feet and was clearly unhappy about being trapped in the noisy arena.
"Now, good luck to Cedric Diggory, the first champion of Hogwarts!" Bagman shouted, and Diggory stumbled into the arena to the applause and cheers of the audience in the stands.
The dragon immediately focused on the boy and greeted him with an angry roar. Diggory raised his wand shakily and aimed it at a nearby rock. He swished his wand but nothing happened, and Harry chuckled lowly at the sight. Diggory clearly had difficulties focusing on the spell. At the same time, the dragon growled and began advancing towards the boy.
Diggory frantically waved his wand again, and the rock he had been aiming at grew four legs in some failed partial transformation. The dragon was getting closer, and Diggory hastily stumbled along the wall of the enclosure, trying to stay clear of the dragon. With less than a dozen yards left between them, the dragon roared and shot a torrent of flames at the boy, who dove behind some boulders for cover. When the flames rescinded, Diggory immediately scrambled up again and aimed his wand against the further advancing dragon.
"Stupefy!" he shouted in panic, but the Stunning Spell dissipated against the dragon's magic-resistant hide.
It only made the dragon even more angry.
The beast lunged forward and closed the distance to the whimpering boy, opening its jaws. Diggory tried to jump aside again, but the dragon tracked his movements and snapped for the boy mid-jump. The audience screamed in horror when the Fireball caught Diggory's right leg between its jaws and yanked him back.
"Dragon handlers! DRAGON HANDLERS!" Bagman screamed in panic, but everything happened way too fast.
Diggory gave off an anguished cry as the dragon hurled him back and forth until his leg gave way and was severed from his body, his upper body tumbling several yards across the rocky enclosure and leaving behind a trail of blood. The dragon swallowed the boy's severed leg with one gulp and was upon the injured champion only an instant later.
The dragon handlers were sprinting towards the dragon from the other side of the enclosure by now, but the Fireball snapped for Diggory again before anyone could get a spell off. The screaming of the audience rose in its pitch at the same time as Diggory's own squeal was cut short when the dragon closed its jaws around his torso, sinking its razor-sharp teeth into his belly and neck.
A second later, the dragon was thrown back by powerful curses cast by the dragon handlers. The beast roared as it let go of the boy, but everyone could see that it was too late for the Hufflepuff champion. Diggory's head had almost been torn off, and his neck had been cut open by the dragon's teeth, blood gushing out of the wound. He was dead even before the first dragon handler arrived at his side.
Harry and Hermione had watched the entire spectacle with wide eyes from the tent entrance.
"Oh goodness." Hermione muttered weakly, her hands clapped over her mouth.
"Huh... That was... something." Harry muttered, feeling a bit conflicted at what he had seen. It hadn't been a pretty sight, but Diggory had at least tacitly supported the school's bullying of Harry over being made an involuntary champion. And this outcome was actually quite beneficiary for him, and not only because of the elimination of one competitor.
"Well, I guess it might be good for me that the school saw this." he said towards Hermione. "No one will be able to deny that dragons are dangerous now. People might be less hostile when I resort to extreme measures like the Killing Curse."
"That's true, I guess." Hermione agreed, coming out of her stupor. "Especially after we saw that a Stunning Spell won't stop a dragon at all."
"Exactly." Harry nodded. Truly, this was actually quite good for his plans, he concluded.
It took almost an hour until the mangled corpse of Cedric was moved and the enclosure cleared for the last contest. No one considered stopping or pausing the tournament, somewhat to Harry's surprise, though he wasn't much bothered by it. He felt secure in what he was about to do.
"Please be careful, Master." Hermione whispered when Bagman called for Harry to enter the arena. "We've seen that you can't afford any missteps here."
"Don't worry." he replied and gave her a short squeeze. "I won't try to hit the dragon with Stunning Spells."
"Still, please be careful." she said. "And good luck."
"Thanks." Harry said and stepped out of the tent and into the arena.
In the middle of the enclosure, unmoving, the monstrous black Hungarian Horntail was crouched over its nest. From the stands surrounding the enclosure, hundreds of faces were staring down at Harry, displaying varying degrees of excitement, anticipation, or derision. The cacophony of shouts, jeers, insults, and cheers was almost deafening. It was also infuriating to Harry that the audience was still be this excited about him having to fight a dragon even after they had witnessed Diggory's brutal death. Any sympathy he still had left for the wizarding world vanished in that instance. Not that the dragon was a true danger to him, but the audience didn't know that.
Harry forced his gaze down from the stands back to the dragon before him. It was far enough away that Harry was out of range for the dragon's fiery breath for now, but he knew that once the Horntail decided to move, it would be upon him within a few seconds.
Harry took a calming breath, took a step forward, and raised his wand in preparation. The Horntail looked at him and gave off a threatening roar, but it apparently didn't want to move away from its nest.
Well, that would make things easier, Harry thought.
He increased his mental focus and recalled his memories of Wormtail betraying his parents, of Dumbledore betraying him, of Voldemort killing his parents, and he focused on his hatred for all of them.
Focused on his emotions, he then whipped his wand in the practised pattern.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled.
A beam of emerald light erupted from Harry's wand and sped across the distance between Harry and the Horntail. The burst of light struck the roaring dragon directly in the chest, and the huge beast crashed to the ground limply, like a marionette that had had its strings cut. The Killing Curse had killed the dragon just as effectively as it had killed the spiders in Professor Moody's demonstration.
The audience was shocked into silence while Harry idly strode across the enclosure to the nest and picked up the golden egg.
Only when Harry almost reached the exit of the arena, Ludo Bagman finally found his voice again and announced that Harry had retrieved his egg in less than a minute, much faster than any of the other champions. He didn't say more than that, though, and the crowd simply murmured and buzzed as Harry walked from the field.
Harry didn't care about this reaction, which he had expected. The only thing that counted was that he was still alive and unhurt.
"See?" he smirked at Hermione when he arrived back at her side at the tent entrance. "No danger at all with the right spell."
"I'm glad." she whispered and hugged him tightly, and Harry wrapped his arms around her and pressed her close against him, cupping her bottom with his hands and giving her a peck on the lips in view of the audience.
Hermione couldn't help but blush at his actions, but she also felt rather proud at being publicly claimed by Harry as his girlfriend in such an overt display of affection.
They were interrupted by Bagman's next announcement.
"Now, er... well... let's see the scores. Yes... Fellow judges, your scores?"
While Harry didn't really care for his marks, he still curiously glanced towards the judges. There was a deep scowl on Dumbledore's face, Madame Maxime looked coldly at him, and Bagman's eyebrow twitched nervously. To Harry's amusement, both Crouch and Karkaroff appeared rather impressed.
Dumbledore raised his wand and immediately scored him with a zero for the first task, which didn't surprise Harry at all. Bagman and Maxime followed Dumbledore's lead, but Karkaroff and Crouch both gave him full marks. It still landed him in the third and last place for now.
The judges then left the stands and made their way to the champions tent, but Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her back to the castle before anyone could stop them. He didn't want to listen to Dumbledore rambling about being disappointed over him turning dark. He'd rather spend the rest of the afternoon with much more fun activities. After all, he had to celebrate his success in the first task with Hermione, and he had promised her a reward as well.
They were back in Room of Requirement within a few minutes.
"I think we have something to celebrate!" Harry announced cheerfully as he closed the door behind them. "And I think you're a bit overdressed for that."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed eagerly and stripped naked while kneeling in front of him.
He watched her appreciatively before he reached into his robes and pulled out a small potion vial.
"To start with, I think it's time for your second dose of the boob enlargement potion." Harry said and handed her the vial.
"Oh, right, Master." the girl said nervously, glancing down at her breasts and the vial in her hands. Her boobs were already a good size, especially on her small frame, but Harry looked forward to see the effect of this and the last dose of the potion, which would increase her size by half a cup size each.
Hermione opened the vial and raised it to her lips, downing the contents with three gulps. Almost immediately, her boobs started growing and Hermione grimaced in discomfort as the skin of her boobs was stretched.
"Wow, you look great!" Harry proclaimed, admiring her body. Her tits were either large C-cups or small D-cups now, and with the last dose of the potion, she would be a solid D-cup. Harry wondered if her boobs would grow even larger naturally after that, but she looked amazing either way.
He reached down to her and kneaded her tits, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh.
"I think you'll need some spells to hold your tits up and keep them perky even at this size." he said, grinning at his slave.
"Yes, Master. I can do that at once." Hermione agreed.
"No." Harry decided. "That's for later. For now, lie down on the couch."
"Yes, Master." the girl said meekly and crawled to the couch in the middle of the room.
She lay down on her back and Harry straddled her torso, freeing his cock from his trousers.
"I'm curious if there's a difference to before." he said and held his stiff cock between her tits. "Press your tits together!"
Hermione did as commanded, and Harry thought that her boobs did indeed envelop his cock even better than before.
"Open your mouth!" Harry told her, and she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
Slowly, Harry slid his cock back and forth between her boobs, the tip of his cock making contact with her tongue with every thrust. Soon, his cock and her tits were slick with her saliva, and Harry quickened his pace, enjoying the feeling of her boobs pressed tightly around his member.
"Fuck, this feels amazing." he groaned while he played with her nipples with one hand and reached back with his other hand, caressing her clit and moist pussy. "Keep your mouth open! I bet you can't wait for me to cum on your face and in your mouth!"
"Yes, Master!" Hermione moaned, opening her mouth wide for him. "Yes, I need it! Please, cum in my mouth and all over my face!"
"Ohh, that's it!" he exclaimed as the pressure of her tits pressed against his cock brought him to his climax. His loins jerked as he erupted, many spurts of cum splattering all over Hermione's face. Some drops landed between her tits and on her neck, several pulses of cum landed on her tongue and in her mouth, but most of it ended up on her face, covering her face with many lines of sticky semen.
"Ahh, that was amazing." Harry panted when his orgasm finally abated. "And you look incredible like this, just like the perfect little slut that you are."
"Thank you, Master." Hermione smiled, a pleased expression on her messy face, her tongue darting out to lick up some cum that had landed on her lips.
"Well, I think you should get a bit more out of this, too." Harry then said and moved forward, holding his cock in front of her mouth. "Suck me until I'm hard again."
"Yes, Master." Hermione said and did as commanded. She wrapped her lips around his semi-erect member and started bobbing her head on him eagerly. She expertly massaged his shaft with her tongue and soon, he was rock hard again.
"Alright, that's enough." he then decided and slid his cock out of her mouth. "I want you to lie back and spread your legs as wide apart as you can."
Hermione immediately shifted around on the couch and adjusted her posture. She opened her legs and raised her thighs into the air, using her hands on the back of her knees to spread herself further. Her sopping-wet pink cunt was completely exposed to him and glistened invitingly.
"Wonderful." Harry whispered and softly caressed her pussy lips and rolled her clit between his fingers, eliciting wanton moans from the girl. "You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you?"
"Oooohhh yes, Master!" Hermione moaned. "Please fuck me, Master! Please fuck your little slut! Your slut's pussy is tight and wet and ready for your cock, Master!"
"Alright, Pet." Harry said and aligned his cock with her slit. Slowly, he pushed forward, and Hermione moans became even louder. Her tight pussy squeezed down on his cock heavenly and he soon lost himself in the sensations, increasing his pace and fucking her hard and fast.
The feeling of her Master pounding into her soon brought her to the edge of orgasm and Hermione was getting desperate for release.
"Please, Master, please may I cum?" she whimpered between moans of pleasure.
"Soon." Harry promised her and slammed into her even faster.
A few minutes later, he felt himself getting close again. "Alright, Pet, you may cum!" he finally allowed her.
"OOOooohhh god! Yes! YES YES YEEEES! Fuck yes!" Hermione screamed as she squirted around his cock, hit by a mind-blowing orgasm.
Her clenching pussy tipped him over the edge of his climax, too, and he burst inside her, filling up her pussy with his seed.
"Fuck yes! FUUUUCK!" Hermione moaned as the feeling of her Master's hot cum spurting inside her send another wave of pleasure through her body. "Yes, Master, cum inside me! Fill your slut's pussy with your cum!"
Her inner walls squeezed around him even tighter, milking him of every last drop until he was fully spent. Panting heavily, Harry then slid out of her and slumped down on the couch.
"Amazing, Pet." he said contently, looking down at her where she lay.
"Thank you, Master." Hermione said, also breathing heavily but smiling up at him, her face still covered with cum from before. "Thank you for cumming inside me and for letting me cum."
Harry only smiled but didn't find the energy to offer a reply. He closed his eyes in exhaustion and felt himself dozing off in the wake of his wonderful orgasm.
When Harry woke up again, he found Hermione kneeling on the floor next to the couch near a book shelf, a thick tome lying open on the ground before her. She was still naked and still had his cum on her face.
She smiled at him when she noticed him stirring.
"Welcome back, Master." she said happily.
"What are you doing?"
"I did the research you talked about before. I found the spell to substitute a bra to hold up my boobs, and another one to keep them in a good shape." she told him proudly.
"Oh, well done, Pet!" Harry praised her. "You already applied the spells?"
"Yes, I did." Hermione beamed at him, motioning towards her perky tits that indeed seemed to be held up better than before.
"Excellent, Pet!" Harry said and decided to give her a proper reward in the evening. But while he was impressed by her initiative, he also thought that a little reminder of her place might be in order. However, there was no more time for that now, as he noticed that it was almost time for dinner.
"Well, time to get dressed again." he said a bit reluctantly. "Dinner is about to start."
"Yes, Master." Hermione said and swiped up a dollop of cum from her left cheek and licked it off her finger.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, sensing an opportunity to remind her of her place.
Hermione looked at him with wide eyes, unsure about the unexpected question. After a short hesitation, she answered, "Cleaning up like always?"
"Did I allow you to do that?" he asked.
"What?" Hermione asked, blushing slightly. "I - No, Master, but you never - I never needed permission before."
"Yes, maybe so." Harry allowed. "But considering how pretty you look right now, I think you should need permission to clean up from now on."
"Oh. Er..." Hermione stammered. "Can I - So, can I please clean up and eat the cum on my face, Master?"
"Hmm... nah." Harry said with a smirk.
"But-but Mater, please, I can't be in public like this!" Hermione pleaded, her blush increasing. "Everyone will see - will see that..."
"That you're my pet? That you're a little slut?" Harry completed her sentence. "I think that's something you should be proud of, don't you agree?"
"I - yes, I'm proud of that, but - but pleeaase, Master..."
Harry looked coldly at the fidgeting girl kneeling before him for a short while until he decided to give her a break.
"Alright, Pet." he relented. "I suppose it would be unwise to let people find out about the extent of our relationship."
He grinned at her and went on, "But I don't want you to get cleaned up yet. Instead, why don't you just rub the cum into your skin all over your face. That should be enough for it not to be too obvious."
"Yes, Master." Hermione whispered, utterly embarrassed by the command. She was alright with what they were doing in private, but she was afraid of other people finding out about it. She didn't want everyone to think that she was some easy slut. As she spread the cum on her face and rubbed it all over her skin, she hoped that people would think that she was simply a bit sweaty and wouldn't recognise the mess on her face for what it really was.
"Well done, Pet." Harry said when she was done and was licking her fingers clean. "No get dressed and hurry, dinner has already started."
Hermione nodded and got dressed, but with her increase bust size, she struggled with closing the buttons of her blouse. Harry thought she looked extremely hot in her too tight clothes.
"Master, I think I need to resize my clothes." she said.
Harry smirked and shook his head. "No need for that." he decided. "You look fine like this. I might let you alter your clothes after you've taken the last dose of the tits enlargement potion. But for now, I like how you fill out your blouse and your robes."
"Yes, Master." Hermione said reluctantly and finished dressing.
"Alright." Harry said when she was done. "Let's have dinner and see what the school makes of the outcome of the first task."
He opened the door and Hermione followed Harry out of the Room of Requirement to the Great Hall.
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry was glad to see that Dumbledore and most teachers were absent for the meal. He suspected the reason for their absence was some kind of fallout from Diggory's death.
He was unsurprised that most of the students appeared even more hostile towards him than before, and he ignored several derisive shouts as he and Hermione sat down alone at the Gryffindor table.
They quickly ate their meal, paying no mind to the very frosty atmosphere, and Harry was just glad that they were left undisturbed for the moment. Only when they had almost emptied their plates, they were accosted by a group of students.
"Potter!" Ronald Weasley growled as he approached the couple at the helm of a group of several Gryffindor students. "You're evil!"
"And good day to you, too, Mr Weasley." Harry said evenly and surveyed his House mates before him.
His classmates Dean, Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati, and a handful of older students whose names Harry didn't know all glared at him hatefully. Even Ginny had joined the group, much to Harry's irritation. Pretty much all other students in the Great Hall watched the altercation with rapt attention. None of the few teachers in attendance did anything to intervene.
"We don't want dark wizards in our House or at our table!" Ron announced, who apparently was the spokesperson of the group.
"Yes, you shoud sit with the snakes!" one of the older students added from behind.
"Is that so?" Harry said with a sigh. "I suppose this is about the Killing Curse I used against the dragon?"
"Of course it is!" Ron shouted. "You used an Unforgivable! You're evil!"
"Moody also performed the Killing Curse for his demonstration. You think he's evil?" Harry replied calmly. It wouldn't do to lose his countenance in public when he wanted to avoid people paying even more attention too him
"Well, no, but-but-"Ron sputtered. "But he only used it on a spider. That's different!"
Harry snorted and shook his head. "And I only used it against a dragon that might very well have killed me. Besides, do you think the Aurors are evil?"
"What?"
"Because they used Killing Curses in the last war. Against people." Harry explained carefully to his intellectually challenged classmates. "So, you see, unless you think that the Aurors are evil, you'll have to admit that the Killing Curse isn't evil.
Harry was glad to note that at least most Ravenclaws seemed to acknowledge that and were nodding in agreement.
"It depends on the circumstances." Harry continued. "And I only used it because my life was threatened by a monster."
"But how would you even know the curse?" Seamus challenged.
"Yes, only an evil wizard could cast Unforgivables as a fourth-year!" Ron agreed.
"You see, when I learnt about the first task and the dragons, I knew that I needed to learn the most powerful curses to save my life." Harry explained. "I didn't learn it before that. I only learn it because I needed to protect myself against the dragons."
Harry was surprised that most of the Gryffindors appeared almost mollified by that, but there was a loud screech from the Ravenclaw table.
"YOU KNEW!?" screamed Cho. "You knew about the dragons!? You knew and you didn't warn Cedric!? It's your fault Cedric is dead!"
"Dumbledore also knew. All the teachers knew." Harry said dismissively. "Go shout at them."
"But it's your fault, too!" Cho shouted, gesticulating wildly. "They're right, you're evil!"
"Right!" Ron agreed immediately. "All these excuses - I don't buy it! You - you sound like a slimy snake!"
Several Gryffindors nodded in agreement, but others appeared more uncertain.
"I've got enough of this." Harry said and stood up from the table. "I'm done with dinner. Are you ready to go, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and joined him as they left the Great Hall. They passed by Ron without further comment, leaving him behind fuming over the dismissal.
"That went better than expected." Harry concluded as they made their way back to their chambers.
However, when they arrived at the entrance to their quarters, he heard some footsteps behind them and noticed that they had been followed.
"Harry, wait!" a girl shouted behind him, and Harry turned around and noticed Ginny catching up to them.
"What do you want?" Harry demanded.
"Ron's right. I don't buy those excuses." she said brusquely, but she appeared more sad than angry. "The Killing Curse, really? I don't know if you're evil, but I know that this isn't you, Harry. What happened to you?"
"I really don't get what the fuss is about." Harry said tersely. "I just needed a spell to kill the dragon."
"But you shouldn't have killed it!" Ginny insisted. "You should have tried something different."
Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "That's rather hypocritical of you, don't you think? I don't see you complaining about me killing that basilisk to save your life two years ago. How's a dragon any different?"
"It's different because you had other options." Ginny stated resolutely.
"And this was the safest of them." Harry said, getting annoyed with her. "Don't tell me it's only okay to kill monsters to save your life but not mine."
"I - No, that's different!" Ginny said again. "Hermione, help me out, will you?"
Hermione arched her brows at the other girl. "I fully agree with M-Harry. This was the best and safest option. You saw what happened to Cedric."
"You're alright with this?" Ginny gasped. "You're alright with him using the Killing Curse?"
Hermione grinned at her. "It was my idea, actually. And I helped Harry to learn the spell."
Ginny's eyes grew wide and she backed off several steps. "It's you!" she suddenly exclaimed. "You did this!"
She turned towards Harry. "It's her, isn't it?"
"What?"
Ginny rounded on Hermione. "You! The way you dress. How you suddenly decided to forgive him and now live with him. You're - You're corrupting him!"
Harry snorted. "She's not. Fuck off, Ginny."
"But she is!" Ginny yelled. "I can see it now! A Killing Curse - I knew this wasn't you, Harry."
"Fuck off, Ginny!" Harry repeated, his annoyance with the crazy girl increasing. He turned around and opened the entrance to their quarters, dragging Hermione inside with him.
"I will save you, Harry! I promise! Just let me-" Ginny shouted and stepped towards him, but Harry closed the door before Ginny could try to follow them.
"Fucking bitch!" he exclaimed when he was alone with Hermione, angry with the ungrateful girl whose life he had saved two years ago.
"She didn't make a lot of sense." Hermione agreed and knelt down before him. "Well, her opinion doesn't matter. Are you in need of a distraction, Master?"
Harry smiled at his slave, calming down almost immediately.
"Actually, I thought that I should use the opportunity of Dumbledore and the teachers being distracted to move ahead with our plans." he told her. "The faster we act, the less the old man can come up with any new plans to punish me for using a Killing Curse or to bring me back under his influence."
"What will you do, Master?" Hermione asked.
"I think I'll sneak out through the secret passages tonight." Harry said. "I'll try to find us some guns and ammunition."
"Right." Hermione said. "A police station might be best for that. Or a military base would be even better."
"That's true." Harry agreed, trying to remember the location of the major British military bases. "Maybe I could fly west to the coast to the next naval base and sneak in under the invisibility cloak. And I'll use the cloak and some spells, maybe the Imperius, to get some guns and ammunition. With the cloak, it should all be rather easy."
The girl nodded thoughtfully. "You know where to go?"
"Yeah, I remember the maps. I should be able to get to the right area, and the Firebolt is fast enough that it won't matter if I have to fly a few extra miles to find the exact location."
"You don't want me to come with you?" she asked.
"No." Harry decided. "It will be easier to sneak around under the cloak when I'm alone. And with the cloak, I'll be completely safe from being spotted."
He grinned at her. "And as for you... I think you should find something fun to do in the meantime."
"Yes, Master." Hermione said. "But you should try to cover your tracks and stay hidden at all times so that there won't be an investigation."
"Right."
"Don't let anyone see you!"
"I know." he assured her. "I'll stay under the cloak."
"Even when you cast spells."
"I know." he repeated, getting a bit impatient with her.
"And look out for foot prints and be careful about the wind. And about staying hidden while flying."
"Alright, enough." Harry said sternly, getting tired of her reminding him of things he was well aware of. "I think it's time for you to get naked!"
"Master, please, this is important." Hermione insisted even while she was stripping down.
"It is." Harry agreed. "But I'll be fine. I don't need your nagging!"
"But-"
"Pet!" Harry said loudly and Hermione shrunk back from him, giving him a frightened look. She was afraid of being punished for annoying him.
"Take your butt plug and put it in your mouth!" Harry told her, and Hermione quickly did as commanded, grimacing slightly when her anus was stretched and when she slid the used plug in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it.
"That's better." Harry smirked at the sight of her stuffed mouth. "You've been talking too much."
She still looked rather frightened, and Harry decided to take pity on her. He leaned down to her and gently cupped her cheek.
"Don't worry. I'm not upset." he told her. "Actually, I think you still deserve a proper reward, especially for helping me with the first task. So I think you should get to have some fun tonight even with me gone."
"Ysh Mhshthh." Hermione mumbled, giving him a hopeful look.
"Alright." Harry said. "So here's what you'll do: I want you stay here. Well, not here exactly. In the bedroom. Come along!"
Hermione followed him into the room, crawling on all fours. Harry quickly collected his broom, his bag, and invisibility cloak before he returned his attention towards his slave.
"Now, I want you to stay in bed." he instructed her. "What you do is up to you. You can use whatever toys you want from the nightstand drawer. And you have my permission to cum as much as you want tonight. I expect you to tell me what you did when I return in a few hours, and I expect to be impressed. At least if you don't want to get punished. Any questions?"
"Nh Mhhshthh." Hermione mumbled, shaking her head.
"Great!" Harry said with a grin and turned to leave. "Have fun then. I'll be back in a few hours."
With that, he left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.