It was very early in the morning when Harry was woken up abruptly by a loud alarm sounding from somewhere within his chambers.
"Huh? What's that?" he wondered, bolting upright in bed.
"I think - there might be someone at the portrait outside asking for entrance." Hermione speculated with a sleepy yawn as she sat up next to him. She gave him a worried look. "You think they're on to us? Did we leave any traces?"
"No, I bet it's just a teacher checking up on us." Harry said confidently. "Go to your bedroom and get dressed. I'll answer the door."
"Yes, Master." the naked girl replied and got up from the bed, quickly leaving the room.
Harry also stood up and donned his pajamas and housecoat. Just in case, he still pocketed his wand and his gun before he went to the portrait hole that was the entrance to their chambers.
He opened the entrance and saw Professors McGonagall and Flitwick on the other side, both looking rather distraught.
"Ah, Mr. Potter!" McGonagall exclaimed when she saw him. "Thank Merlin for small mercies. We were worried that he-" The usually calm and collected woman had to suppress a sob before she continued. "That he had gotten to you, too."
"What happened?" Harry asked, pretending to look tired and confused.
"Yes, what happened, Professor?" Hermione repeated as she joined them, coming from her own bedroom wearing a proper dressing gown.
"There was - an - an attack. We think it might have been You-Know-Who. But - at least we haven't lost you, too."
"Too?" Harry asked.
"The-" McGonagall's lips trembled and she had trouble keeping her countenance. "The headmaster. Albus is d-dead! And Professors Snape and Moody, too. It's too soon to say it for certain, but - but everything looks as if You-Know-Who is behind this."
"That's... terrible!" Harry said, doing his best to look shocked and grief-stricken. Hermione simply threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, some audible sobs escaping her lips. Harry was quite impressed with her acting.
"You really think he's back?" he asked the teachers.
"He or his servants." Flitwick replied. "But there - there was a message. Everything looks as if it has been him."
"How did he get in? I mean - he's gone, right? He's no longer in the castle?" Harry asked next, pretending to look frightened.
"We don't know how we got in yet, but the castle should be secure now." McGonagall assured him. "Still, please stay inside your chambers while the professors and a group of aurors continue securing and searching the school. Don't let anyone in aside from us or one of the other professors."
"Yes, we will be careful. Thank you, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick." Harry said and closed the entrance with a last nod at the teachers.
Hermione immediately stopped her acting when they were alone and looked up at him with a grin.
"It really worked!" she said excitedly.
"I never doubted it." Harry said.
"With the aurors in the school, we should probably clean our wands." the girl pointed out. "We should have done that anyway."
"Right." Harry agreed and pulled out his wand, casting a series of nondescript charms. Hermione did the same and they were done a minute later.
"Good." Harry said when he pocketed his wand again. "It's still early and it looks like we'll have a lazy morning, so let's get back to bed." He grinned at his slave. "Though I don't feel like going back to sleep."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed readily and undressed as soon as they returned to the bedroom.
Within moments, she was naked and climbed onto the bed, lying back and spreading her legs invitingly, one hand darting between her legs to tease her clit and her moistening pussy.
"How can your slut be of service to you this morning?" she asked eagerly. "My pussy is already wet for your cock, Master."
Harry chuckled as he let himself fall onto the bed next to her.
"I see that." he said and brushed over her heated pussy with one hand, eliciting a soft moan from his slave, but he retreated his hand immediately and moved upwards, kneading her tits.
"Well, suck me off first." he demanded. "But I think we'll have enough time this morning to put all your holes to their proper use."
"Ohh yes, thank you, Master." the brunette breathed and sat up, crawling down on the mattress and positioning herself between his legs.
She freed his hardening cock from his pants with soft hands and lowered her head towards him. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked him from the base of his shaft upwards, giving the tip of his cock a soft kiss before she parted her lips and took him fully in her mouth.
Harry gave a pleasurable groan as she began bobbing her head and sucking him passionately with her tender mouth.
The entire time, she peered up at him and never lost eye-contact, a happy expression on her face as she took enjoyment herself from pleasuring her Master.
When he finally felt himself getting close, Harry held her head in place and jerked his hips forward, ramming his cock down her throat, spurting his cum inside her and filling her mouth as he slowly drew back.
"Ah, well done, slut!" he breathed with his orgasm slowly subsiding. "Just continue for a bit until I'm ready for the next round."
Looking up at him with bulging cheeks, Hermione nodded determinedly and resumed bobbing her head on his shaft.
Harry was rock-hard again only a minute later, and he slid his cock out of his slave's eager mouth. "Alright. That's enough." he told her. "Turn around!"
The girl only nodded, and she knelt on all fours and stuck out her firm arse towards him, her butt plug protruding from her anus as always. Her pussy glistened invitingly, and Harry smirked as he positioned himself and aligned his shaft with her sopping slit. This was going to be a great morning.
It took several hours until the curfew for the students was lifted. It was already past nine o'clock when Professor McGonagall briefly stopped by at Harry and Hermione's quarters after she had visited Gryffindor tower and told them that the students were finally allowed to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
When Harry and Hermione made their way to the Great Hall, they overheard many other students in the crowded corridors speculating about what had happened.
"Does anyone know more about these attacks?"
"We were all there, dummy. You know McGonagall didn't say anything more."
"Maybe it was one of the Durmstrang students. They're supposed to be dark."
"Gregor told me that Stefanie told him that she overheard Betty tell Michael that the Chamber of Secrets was opened again!"
"I heard the centaurs tried to attack the school."
Harry chuckled quietly as the rumours got more and more outlandish. He and Hermione stayed quiet and simply hurried past the groups of students while they walked down the staircases.
When they entered the Great Hall, Harry wasn't much surprised that the hall was decorated with black banners, and even the lights seemed to be dimmer than usual. Professor McGonagall and the rest of the staff stood at the head table, all dressed in black, with mournful, often even distraught expressions on their faces.
Many students exchanged worried looks and whispered to each other as they realized that something serious must have happened.
Only when all students were present, McGonagall approached the speaker's lectern in front of the head table to address the students.
"Students of Hogwarts." she began, her voice sounding a bit hoarse, and she took several deep breaths before she resumed her announcement. "Today, it is my sad duty to inform you of a most terrible attack on this school and all of Britain, by the hands of the darkest, vilest wizard who ever lived, and who apparently, after being thought dead for over a decade, has returned to the living. I wish I could spare you the news, but there is no point in denying the facts. Tonight, You-Know-Who, back alive, entered Hogwarts through unknown means-"
There were many cries of shock among the students, and McGonagall had to pause for a while until the hall quieted down again.
"And he attacked - and - and killed - Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."
She had to pause again amidst many distraught and anguished cries. There were also many disbelieving looks directed at her.
"I - I know it's difficult to believe, but I'm afraid that it is true. The aurors who investigated the scene agree." McGonagall continued. "You-Know-Who has left a rather unequivocal message, and none but him could have had the power to defeat Albus Dumbledore in a fight. And even then, I'm certain that he defeated Albus only by nefarious means. He never could have killed him in an open fight. But this is what happened, and now we must all learn to live with it. And not only did You-Know-Who kill the headmaster, but also Professors Alastor Moody and Severus Snape."
Harry had to hide a smirk when he noted how that sobered up the few Slytherins who had been openly gloating before.
"They, too, will be dearly missed." McGonagall continued. "Indubitably, You-Know-Who knew that they would stand against him in the war to come, and he killed them before they could move against him. Now, it falls to us to stand against this darkness, no matter how weakened, discouraged, and, yes, afraid we might be..."
McGonagall went on for a while, preaching unity and courage in the face of evil, but not many students were in a state to listen. Harry perked up when the professor announced towards the end of her speech that all classes were cancelled for the following week while the castle would be prepared for Dumbledore's funeral.
Then, finally, McGonagall came to an end and she closed her speech. However, before anyone could begin with their breakfast, Harry stood up from the table and stepped onto the bench to make himself more visible. It was time for the second part of his deception.
"Professor McGonagall?" he called out loudly towards the teacher who was just about to sit down at the head table. "May I address the students please?"
"Oh - er - of course, Mr. Potter. Go ahead." she allowed, evidently a bit confused by the request.
"Fellow students of Hogwarts." Harry began in a solemn tone, doing his best to get his acting just right. "Today, I am just as shocked and just as sad about what we just heard as anyone else. But what Professor McGonagall said about us not losing our courage, I think it is important."
He paused and surveyed the students for a moment, most of whom were giving him empty looks. "So, for us to not lose courage, I want us to remember this: It might have been Dumbledore whom Voldemort feared most during the last war."
He ignored the students' cries at the mention of the name. "But let's remember: It wasn't Dumbledore who stopped Voldemort back then. It was me! I stopped Voldemort! And while Dumbledore is dead, I'm still alive. And I promise each one of you that I will stop him again."
Most students were looking at him with awe or disbelief by now. "That's why I learnt all those dangerous spells. Not only because of the tournament, but because I knew that this fight would eventually come, and that I needed to be ready. That I needed to be ready, so that I can protect all of you. Well, I'm ready now!"
The students' eyes grew even wider, and Harry allowed a small reassuring smile to slip on his lips. "I stopped Voldemort as an infant, and I'm a child no longer. When he couldn't defeat me when I was a baby, how could he possibly stand a chance against me now? And make no mistake, Voldemort knows this! Even now, even after he attacked and killed Dumbledore within this very castle, he didn't dare to attack me, too. Because he knows that it would end badly for him."
"I stand ready to fight Voldemort!" he said loudly, slowly coming to an end. "I will fight him, and I will defeat him. And as long as I'm alive, Hogwarts will be safe! So, let us remember and honor Headmaster Dumbledore. But let's not lose hope! Thank you."
With that, he nodded and stepped down from the bench, paying little mind to the awed students gawking at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." McGonagall called out from the head table, visibly moved by his courageous speech. "Spoken like a true Gryffindor."
"Thank you, Professor." Harry replied, but then he turned his attention towards the minority of students who looked at him with skeptical and disbelieving expressions.
"You think I'm joking!?" he exclaimed, glaring at an older Ravenclaw student who audibly scoffed. "You think I'm grandstanding? I'm not! I'm not afraid! And I'll prove it to all of you!"
He paused dramatically before he made his final announcement. "Listen up everyone! I hereby challenge the coward who calls himself Voldemort to a duel on the Quidditch pitch tomorrow at noon!"
Harry tried to hide his amusement over the many horrified shrieks and loud murmurs in the hall.
"Only the two of us. No one else. No aurors." he went on to explain the faux challenge that he knew Voldemort was entirely incapable of taking. "I'm sure the Daily Prophet will get the invitation to him. But he won't have the balls to show. You'll see. If I'm wrong and he shows up, I'll kick his butt. I promise."
"Are you sure this is wise, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall groaned.
"It's needed." he replied confidently. "I won't back off, so don't ask me to."
"Very well." the deputy headmistress said reluctantly. "For what it's worth, I'm very proud of you, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said amiably and sat down at the table again.
Hermione leaned towards him, having difficulties hiding her excitement. "That was amazing, Master!" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah. I think they bought it." Harry replied quietly, quite pleased with himself, too. "But let's not discuss anything more here."
Hermione nodded and they both started their breakfast. Harry thought the Great Hall was remarkably silent during the meal, and many students were staring at him with awe while they ate. Aside from the Slytherins, he spotted very few students who didn't appear impressed by him challenging Voldemort to a duel. Cho was still glaring at him from the Ravenclaw table, probably still blaming him for Cedric's death, and some Hufflepuffs looked undecided, too. Ginny also gave him worried looks, in between hateful glares directed at Hermione, but Harry only smirked slightly at the thought of soon resolving that particular problem.
All in all, he thought that the entire operation Killing-Dumbledore-and-blaming-Voldemort had been a complete success, and he was no longer a villain but a hero again in the eyes of the school.
After breakfast, Harry and Hermione retreated to the Room of Requirement before they could be cornered by anyone else. Harry couldn't wait to start going through all the material they had raided from Dumbledore's office, hoping for them to learn more about the reasons for the old man's actions.
Over the rest of the morning, Dumbledore's notebooks especially proved to be a treasure trove of information which was in equal parts illuminating, shocking, and confusing. Some of it made sense, but often Dumbledore's plans and reasons had been so convoluted and overly complicated that they wondered if the old man had been going senile. Neither Harry nor Hermione really understood the games Dumbledore had been playing during their previous school-years with the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets, and Sirius's escape from Azkaban. And then it got even more complicated, with notes on Prophecies, Horcruxes, and Deathly Hallows. There were also several small passages of the notebooks that were encrypted in some way - Harry couldn't imagine why, though, given the shocking stuff they were reading already.
"Alright. Let's summaries." he said tiredly when it was almost noon. "Dumbledore apparently was a senile, manipulative fool, who spent most of his time coming up with plans to have me killed by Voldemort because of some stupid prophecy that was made by the fraud Trelawney of all people."
Hermione nodded. "Good summary."
"We should have taken his wand though." Harry lamented. "It would've been nice to have an unbeatable wand."
Hermione chortled. "Sure. And what good did it do Dumbledore, this unbeatable wand? Besides making him overconfident?"
"Right." Harry acknowledged. "I guess I'd still want to use a gun in duels. Not much of a loss then."
"We could still try to get our hands at it at some point, but I don't think it's important." Hermione said. "But - er - Are we going to talk about the fact that we apparently haven't killed Moody but an impostor?"
"This Crouch guy won't turn back when he died while under Polyjuice, right?" Harry asked.
"No, he won't." Hermione replied. "He'll stay in the form he had at death. But if the real Moody is found, it might raise questions about why Voldemort would have killed his own servant."
"Maybe." Harry shrugged. "But I reckon people will still say that Voldemort had his reasons. He's an evil maniac, remember? His actions don't need to make sense. It should be alright. Besides, the notes don't say where Moody is hidden. Maybe in a secret place in the castle or on the grounds. Either way, he'll probably die before he's found, if he's ever found at all."
"Alright." Hermione conceded. "Are we going to prevent Voldemort's kidnapping attempt of you? If he'll even manage to do it with his spy gone?"
"I think it would be nice of him to give me a portkey to his location. I could take the cloak, and a gun, and just shoot him in the pathetic form he has right now." Harry said. "Though with these Horcruxes, I don't know how much good it would actually do. And I especially hate these speculations Dumbledore had about my scar."
"We'll research that." Hermione promised him. "I think we should find rituals to help you out if it's true. I think Dumbledore only didn't consider such solutions because he wanted you to die for this silly prophecy."
"Yeah. About that, do you think it's true?" Harry wondered.
Hermione frowned. "If it's true, I don't see why it shouldn't have been fulfilled when Voldemort attacked your parents. Do we even know that prophecies always come true?"
"Dumbledore certainly though so." Harry said. "And this Department of Mysteries that Dumbledore wrote about seems to think so too, right? Or else they wouldn't bother storing the prophecy."
"I suppose." Hermione agreed.
"Good. Because, you know, I'm actually quite excited about this prophecy." Harry told her with a grin.
"Why?"
"Don't you see it?" Harry asked excitedly. "Because if prophecies always come true, and if people think this prophecy was about a fight between me and Voldemort in the future, don't you see what this would mean for my public image? What it would mean if people thought I was the only one who could defeat Voldemort?"
Hermione's eyes grew wide. "If people thought that, you could... well, you could do pretty much whatever you wanted, couldn't you? The Ministry would have to give you would whatever you wanted!"
"Exactly!" Harry said. "Even the Minister would have to listen to me."
"Oh, that's just - I can't believe it!" the brunette muttered, shaking her head with amazement.
"Yes. So, let's just check how prophecies work. Just to make sure. We should find out more about it before we make it public." Harry said. "Do we have books on that here?"
"There were no books on the topic among Dumbledore's books. But I'm sure the Room can provide something." Hermione said.
"Right." Harry said and concentrated, but nothing happened.
"Huh. Weird. It doesn't have a basic book on divination and prophecies, it seems."
"Oh. Well, never mind." Hermione replied with a shrug. "We can just look that up in the library."
"Okay, fine." Harry agreed. "Let's go there after lunch."
It took only a few minutes for Harry and Hermione to find what they were looking for in the library when they got there. The seventh-year Divination textbook held the answers they were looking for.
"Here it is." Hermione said and pointed out a passage in the book. "True prophecies are rare, but only they are recorded at the Department of Mysteries. So this is really a true prophecy!"
"Great! We can make it public then." Harry said excitedly. "I think I'll do that tomorrow after my 'duel'..."
Hermione chuckled. "Sounds good. Now let me quickly return the book, and then we can return to the Room."
Harry nodded as Hermione stood up from the desk and disappeared between the shelves of the library. However, only a few seconds later he was startled when a loud crash sounded from the gangway Hermione had just entered.
Harry jumped up and ran towards the shelves, drawing his wand in the process. He entered the gangway between the shelves and came to an abrupt halt. In front of him, Ginny stood with her wand raised and aimed at Hermione, who lay on the floor, unmoving. He could see that she had been hit with a Full Body-Bind Curse.
"Ginny! What the fuck are you doing?" he growled angrily.
"She didn't listen." Ginny said defiantly, gesturing towards Hermione. "She wouldn't leave you alone. I warned her! Well, let's see how she likes not listening to me when I do this..."
Ginny began to move her wand, but Harry was quicker.
"Expelliarmus!" he yelled and caught the girl's wand while she was pushed back against the shelves.
"Hey!" the redhead protested. "I'm just trying to help you!"
"Finite!" Harry cast next, freeing Hermione from her Body-Bind before he turned his attention towards the bitch who had just dared to attack what was his.
"Alright, Ginny." he said, thinking quickly. "I'll give you a chance to explain yourself. Away from Hermione. Just come along if you want."
"Thank you, Harry." Ginny said, much relieved, as she followed him out of the gangway.
Harry quickly looked back at Hermione who was following them, and he gave her a pointed look, nodding towards his book bag that still lay on the floor next to their desk - his bag that contained his invisibility cloak.
Hermione seemed to understand him and gave him a small nod before Harry left the library with Ginny in tow.
Harry was heading towards the Room of Requirement, and he tried to ignore the silly girl babbling next to him while they made their way up the staircases to the seventh floor. She didn't make it easy for him, though.
"I'm very happy that you've finally seen reason, Harry!" Ginny gushed as they walked along.
"Uh-huh."
"I guess you finally realized what a bad influence Hermione has been on you?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'm glad that you say that, Harry. I mean, she has been teaching you the Killing Curse! She said so herself. She's obviously evil! She's been corrupting you; you know?"
"Uh-huh."
"Or, well, I suppose she's been trying to. But you're obviously not - By the way, where are we going Harry? Why did we stop? What is this-"
Harry paced up and down in the corridor before the entrance to the Room of Requirement, and Ginny's jaw dropped when a door materialize in the wall in front of them.
"Come on, enter." Harry said and opened the door. "We'll be able to talk undisturbed in here."
He held open the door for her and then stood in the doorway for a few seconds longer. After a moment, he felt Hermione brush against him as she entered the Room hidden under the invisibility cloak, and he had to hide a small smirk. This was going to be fun.
"This is an amazing room!" Ginny exclaimed in the meantime while she looked around in the high room that looked similar to the Gryffindor common room with several couches and an open fireplace. "How did you find it?"
"Someone showed it to me. It doesn't matter." Harry said dismissively and walked to the closest couch. "Come on, let's sit down. Let's talk."
"Okay." Ginny agreed readily and sat down next to him, giving him a happy look.
"Alright, Ginny." he said "Now, what is it that you want, exactly?"
"Er." Ginny frowned. "I just wanted to help you. To get you away from Hermione, who's been corrupting you."
"Yes, I know." Harry said. "But how are you going to do that?"
"Huh? I did that already, didn't I?" Ginny said, obviously quite pleased with herself.
"Yes, for now." Harry said slowly. "But we're at school together, Hermione and I. I see her all the time. How do you suppose you'll stop her from corrupting me?"
"I'll just step in whenever she's close to you! I'll just-"
"Didn't you wonder about how she's been corrupting me?" Harry interrupted the silly girl.
"I thought - she's been teaching you dark magic, right?"
"No, I mean, how do you think she convinced me to go along with her evil schemes?"
Ginny frowned. "Oh. I hadn't thought about that. What did she do?"
Harry leaned closer towards the girl and lowered his voice. "She - she's been - she's been using her body!" he confessed, trying to sound distressed while stopping himself from laughing out loud. "And I - I'm just too weak to resist her!"
"I knew it!" Ginny screeched. "I knew she looked different! She's such a - such a - scarlet woman!"
"Yes, she is." Harry nodded along.
"So that's what she does?" Ginny fumed. "She's just showing off her body and you-"
"Oh no! Not just that!" Harry interrupted. "When I say she's been using her body, I don't mean her showing her body, but really using it! She's using sex to control me!"
"Sex?" Ginny gasped, her eyes widening even further.
"Yes, sex." Harry repeated. "She lets me do anything. Really, anything! She lets me do whatever I want with her. She - she gives me blowjobs - like, all the time! She lets me fuck her whenever I want! She even -"
Harry paused and lowered his voice further, leaning even closer towards the girl whose eyes were growing wider and wider and who was blushing more and more as he continued. "She even lets me fuck her in the arse! Can you believe it? She's such a slut!"
Harry leaned back and shook his head sadly. "But do you understand it now? Do you see how I couldn't possibly resist her? I'm just too weak. I'll be back with her before you know it."
"No!" Ginny gasped, rather flustered by now. "No! You came with me. You resisted her! Don't you see it?"
"No. It's hopeless." Harry disagreed remorsefully. "I won't be able to stay away from her when she offers me so much more. We've often been having sex over ten times a day! I don't think I can go without that anymore. I think I'm addicted by now."
Ginny was only gaping at him, unable to respond.
"You know... the only way I see for me to stay away from her would be-" Harry shook his head. "No, that won't work."
"What - what is it, Harry?" Ginny inquired.
"Well, I guess if I had someone else to do what she does, I would be able to stay away from her."
"What?" Ginny gasped.
"If I had someone whom I could trust, who helps me out with this addiction, you know, who has sex with me when I need it, then I suppose I could stay away from Hermione's corrupting influence."
"Harry, no!" Ginny protested. "That's not true!"
"Sadly, it's the truth. But there aren't many girls who I could trust with that. In fact, I think you might be the only one."
"What!?" Ginny squeaked, blushing even further. "No!"
"Really, Ginny?" he asked sadly. "You won't help me?"
"I can't." she sputtered. "Harry, please, you're a good person! You don't need that!"
"No, I do. I'm weak. I'm addicted to it now. Won't you help me, Ginny?" he asked again. "Won't you be there for me? I did help save your life before, so it would just be fair for you to return the favor, don't you think?"
"Harry, no! I can't! Please, Harry!" Ginny begged. "You don't need that!"
"Fine." he said and sighed, standing up from the couch. "I guess I'll go back to Hermione then."
"No! Wait! Wait, Harry!" Ginny pleaded and caught up with him.
"I -" she hesitated, her entire face blushed deep red. "I - I'll let you touch my boobs, okay?"
Harry cocked his head at the girl. "And how is that supposed to help me?" he demanded. "Hermione has been taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me off several times each day! She lets me fuck her in her pussy and even in her arse whenever I want. And have you seen her tits? She lets me fuck them, too! She does anything! How is touching your boobs going to help me?"
"I - I can't! Please, Harry, I can't do more." Ginny whined. "It's not proper! And you don't need it! Please, you're better than this! You don't need any of that. Just ignore her. Please, Harry!"
Harry gave her a long look before he shook his head. "Ah, fine." he sighed and squared his shoulders, giving a dark chuckle.
"You know, I'm actually impressed." he told her, dropping his act. "I thought you'd fall for that."
"What?" Ginny asked with confusion.
"Yes, it would have been amusing if you had fallen for that. But actually, you've been pretty entertaining already." He chuckled. "Really, your confusion about who has been corrupting whom has been hilarious!"
"Harry, what's going on?" Ginny asked, looking at him nervously.
"You see, Ginny, it's not been Hermione who has been corrupting me." Harry said and slowly advanced towards the girl. "It's been the other way around. It's me who's in charge there. Do you want to know how she became mine?"
"What? Harry, please, you're frightening me!" Ginny whimpered as she backed off away from him, but she soon came to a stop with her back against the wall of the room.
Harry closed the distance between them and softly cupped the girl's cheek. "Well, Ginny? Should I tell you? Do you want to know how she became mine?"
Trapped between him and the wall, unsure what else to do, the redhead gave him an anxious nod.
"It was very simple actually." Harry said with a broadening grin. "You see, I simply called in the life debt she owed me!"
Harry chuckled when Ginny blanched and gave him a horrified look.
"Ah, yes, I see you realize where this is going." he said. "You're exactly right! You're about to become my second little slave."
"No! No no no no no! Harry, please!" Ginny begged, utterly panicked.
"Ah, it's too late for that." Harry said and shook his head. "I saved your life, and in return you've been doing nothing but bitching about how I conduct myself in the tournament. And you attacked Hermione! You attacked my little Pet! I'm afraid I can't let that go."
"No, Harry, wait! Just let me-" She suddenly pushed against him and tried to knock him to the ground, but Harry was prepared for that and he simply stepped aside as she stumbled forward.
Before she had a chance to flee or attack him again, he had brought up his wand.
"Imperio!" he yelled, and Ginny's eyes became blank as the curse hit her. Harry felt the rush of power as he took control over the girl's mind, squashing the feeble resistance she offered.
He concentrated for a moment, and the entire furniture in the room vanished, only to be replaced by a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
"Lose your robes and go lie down on the bed." Harry instructed her, and Ginny obeyed the command mindlessly. She slid out of her school robes and climbed onto the bed, dressed only in her white blouse and black skirt.
When he approached the bed, there was a ripple in the air next to him and Hermione appeared from under the invisibility cloak.
"That was very entertaining, Master." she said with an amused smile. "What will you do now?"
"I think I like playing with her some more." Harry said, grinning with anticipation, and he willed the Room to provide some ropes and leather cuffs. "I think I won't call the life debt right away. Let's just tie her down, and then I'll lift the curse on her."
Hermione nodded, and they quickly tied Ginny spread eagle on the bed, with cuffs on her wrists and ankles tied to the posters of the bed.
"Perfect." Harry said as he looked down at the helpless girl. "Pet, before we start, maybe go to our rooms and fetch all of our equipment in case we'll need it." he mused. "I think we'll stay here for the rest of the day and the night, too."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed and she quickly left the room.
While he waited, Harry ran his hands along the sides of the tied-up girl, but he didn't do anything more until Hermione returned a few minutes later, even when he could hardly contain his excitement.
As soon as Hermione was back, Harry lifted the Imperius curse and Ginny blinked as she became aware of her surroundings.
"Welcome back, Ginny!" Harry said cheerfully.
"What - What did you do!? You - You cursed me!" Ginny yelled angrily as she focused on him.
"Ah, sorry about that." Harry chuckled. "But you were trying to leave just when things were starting to get interesting. I couldn't have that, now, could I?"
"I - what -" Ginny's expression turned more and more panicked when she tugged at the ropes and realized that she couldn't move at all. "What is this? Let me go! LET ME GO! What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"Oh Ginny. Don't you remember what we just talked about?" Harry asked softly. "You won't be going anywhere."
"What? What the bloody hell are you talking about? Let me go!"
"The life debt, remember?" Harry said and trailed his fingers along her sides, getting close to her chest area.
"You sick fuck! Take your hands off me!" Ginny screamed, but Harry ignored her.
"By the time you'll leave this room, you'll be my little slave, just like Hermione here." he told the trembling girl, who only now seemed to take note of Hermione standing a bit further back in the room.
"I won't! I won't listen to you! Hermione, help me! You can't-"
"That's not for you to decide." Harry interjected. "That's not how life debts work. You should know that."
He chuckled and glanced towards Hermione. "By the way - You know, Ginny, Hermione said very similar things a few weeks ago. Do you know what she did when I called in the life dept? I ordered her to suck my cock. She said she wouldn't, but she still got down on her knees and sucked me off like a good little whore."
"No - no! I won't! Please don't-" Ginny sputtered, shaking her head frantically.
At the same time, Hermione lowered her gaze remorsefully. "I'm very sorry for that, Master." she said demurely.
"Don't worry about it, Pet." Harry responded and returned his attention towards Ginny. "Ah, yes, her name nowadays is Pet, actually. At least when we're in private. She's come a long way since back then, and she has become a perfect little slut by now. Not only that, she also helps me with the tournament, and she even helped me to kill Dumbledore."
"WHAT?" Ginny screeched, her eyes bulging in shock.
Harry chuckled. "Ah, I suppose I let that slip. Well, whatever. As my slave, you'll have to keep my secrets anyway, so there's no harm in telling you."
"You - You sick, evil, fucking-"
Before Ginny could finish her rant, Hermione stepped forward to the bed and slapped the girl hard on her right cheek.
SMACK!
"Don't speak to your Master in that tone!" she chided the redhead.
"He's not my master!" Ginny screamed desperately. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? What the fuck-"
SMACK!
Another hard slap on her left cheek shut the girl up abruptly, and Harry caught Hermione's arm before she could hit the girl a third time.
"Well, it's true that I'm not your Master yet." Harry admitted. "I could call in the life debt right now, of course. The reason I don't do that is that I want to - well, to sample the goods, I guess you could say."
Ginny looked at him, her eyes wide with panic, even when she was unsure what he was speaking of exactly.
"First, I think I need to get a good look at you." Harry continued. "Pet, why don't you help Ginny out of her clothes?"
"Yes, Master." Hermione said eagerly and leaned over the girl with a wicked grin.
"What are you - no, stop!" Ginny protested when the brunette began unbuttoning her blouse slowly. "Stop that! Leave me alone, bitch! Leave me alone! Just - Please!"
Hermione ignored her as she opened her blouse, revealing the pale skin of her chest and belly and a pink bra covering her small A-cup sized breasts.
Hermione snorted when she looked down at the girl. "Why are you even wearing a bra, Ginny? You look like a boy! Boys don't wear bras!"
"Leave me alone, bitch!" Ginny screeched desperately. "Just let me - AHH! What are you doing? Take your hands off me!"
Ginny's panic increased when Harry pushed up her skirt and brushed his hand over her panties.
"Stop! No! Don't-"
He pressed down and started rubbing his fingers in circles over her pussy, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh of her labia under the thin fabric.
"STOP IT!" Ginny cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to wriggle away from him, but she couldn't move much and Harry kept on massaging her heated pussy.
"Go on, Pet." Harry demanded while he continued his ministrations. "Strip her naked. Get rid of her bra first."
Hermione leaned over Ginny and pushed up her bra, revealing Ginny's pale moulds with small pink nipples.
"Please, just let me go!" Ginny begged between sobs. "Please! I promise, I won't tell anyone about - about anything - please, just - AHH! NO! Stop it!"
She gasped when Harry increased his pressure against her pussy. Harry grinned gleefully when he felt a small patch of wetness form on her panties.
He exchanged a smirk with Hermione. "Yeah, her tits are way too small. But at least she's a little slut who's already getting wet, so she has that going for her."
"What!? No! I'm not!" Ginny protested desperately. "Stop it! Please!"
Much to the girl's surprise, Harry actually withdrew his fingers from her nether regions.
"Yeah, I think you enjoyed yourself enough now." he said. "Come on, Pet. I told you to strip her down."
"We'd have to untie her for the rest." Hermione pointed out, and Harry sighed. He concentrated and willed a knife to appear on the mattress next to Hermione.
"Here." he said. "Just use that to undress her."
"What?" Ginny sobbed, fearfully eyeing the knife in Hermione's hand. "What are you - please, don't-"
"Just hold still so that I won't cut you." Hermione said brusquely as she began to cut open the straps of Ginny's bra and then her blouse, throwing aside the garments.
Then, she moved further down, and Ginny's sobs increased. "Please, no! Please, let me go!"
Hermione methodically cut open one side of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, and then cut the strings of Ginny's panties. She locked back and forth between Ginny and Harry, grinning at them both, before she tugged at the strings of Ginny's panties and slowly pulled aside her last piece of clothing, revealing her pink pussy with a small patch of soft red hair over her vulva.
"Her pussy looks nice and tight." Harry commented and stepped closer, leaning over the shaking girl.
"Pleeeeaaaase!" she wailed. "Let me go!"
"She's a bit skinny." Harry commented and ran his hands across her chest, breasts, and belly, ignoring her pleas. "Too skinny, maybe. But I guess at least she's not fat like her mother. And her skin is nice."
"Her boobs are pathetic, though." Hermione said with a disparaging look at the redhead.
Harry nodded. "Yes, they really are."
Ginny looked up at them with teary eyes, following the exchange with distress, utterly humiliated and devastated by the way her body was discussed by her captors.
"We still have one boob growth potion from the shop." Hermione pointed out.
Harry thought about it for a moment but then shook his head. "No. That one is for you." he decided. "In fact, I think you should take it today. But for Ginny, just apply the spell to increase her boob size."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed readily and pulled out her wand.
"After all, I'm really not into boys." Harry added, grinning at Ginny. "And I want her to actually look like a woman when I take her virginity."
"When you WHAT?" screeched the girl. "Leave me alone you fucking arsehole!"
At the same time, Hermione waved her wand and cast the charm to enlarge the girl's tits.
Ginny groaned when her skin was stretched as her boobs started growing, and she watched with mortification how her tits grew in size right before her eyes, becoming more voluminous until they were at least small B-cups.
"Alright." Harry said and reached out to cup the tits of the panicked and furious girl. "Those will do for now."
"Don't touch me!" Ginny screeched once more, to no effect. "You fucking bastard! Let me go at once!"
"Enough of that!" Harry exclaimed. He spotted Ginny's panties lying on the floor and picked them up, forming them to a ball in his hands. "Pet, get a ball gag from our stuff."
Hermione jumped off the bed and rummaged through the bag she had brought while Harry climbed onto the bed and sat down next to Ginny, leaning over her.
"Get away from me! You sick fuckers! Let me go!" she continued screaming. It really was getting old, Harry thought.
"Open wide, Ginny." he said and leaned closer.
"Leave me alone! Get away from me! What are you AAHH - HHNNNGGGG!"
Her ranting was muffled when Harry pressed his fingers against her cheeks to pry open her mouth and then stuffed her used, wet panties in her mouth.
"NNHHHHGGG!" Ginny screamed in protest. She grimaced with revulsion and tried to spit out the piece of fabric, but Hermione handed Harry the red ball gag and he quickly pushed the gag into Ginny's mouth, tying the cords of the ball gag behind her neck.
"Mmmfffffnnggg! Nhhhnnggg!"
"That's better." Harry said with satisfaction while the Girl continued screaming herself hoarse into the gag. "She was getting annoying."
Hermione nodded with a wicked smile. "Yes, she was."
"Now, we've been trying to improve her body. Let's continue with that. I think next, we should get rid of her body hair." Harry said towards Hermione, who immediately cast a series of depilatory charms that vanished all of Ginny's hair below her shoulders.
"And I think we need to do something about her hair, too." Harry added while he moved his hands back to the helpless girl's boobs, who tried to wriggle away from him to no effect.
"Yes, it's just so straight and boring." Hermione agreed, both of them ignoring the whimpers of the distraught girl on the bed.
"Exactly. Can you do the charm you used to make your hair silky, and also make her hair a bit wavy?"
"Of course, Master."
"And the color is just terrible." Harry added, still kneading Ginny's enlarged boobs. "We can change it to a strawberry blonde or a darker auburn. Anything but that obnoxious Weasley orange! All I can think of when I see that are Ron's atrocious table manners. It's really a complete turn-off."
Hermione nodded along. "I can agree with that, Master. What should it be?"
"Let's try a strawberry blonde." Harry decided, and Hermione waved her wand several times, hitting Ginny's hair with a series of charms. When she was done, Ginny had silky, slightly wavy long hair in of a dark shade of strawberry blonde. Harry was very impressed by the result.
"She actually looks quite nice now." Harry commented. "Of course, we'll have to do something about her arse, too. You think there will be potions for that, too? Unlike you, she really needs to get some major improvements there."
"Thank you, Master." Hermione smiled. "And I'm sure the shop in Hogsmeade will have something for that."
"I'll go there as soon as possible then." Harry concluded. "But I guess for now, she looks nice enough. I look forward to taking her virginity."
"NNNHHHHHGGG! MMHHH! HHNNNGG!"
"Oh, look at that!" Hermione chuckled. "She's exited, too!"
"Well, I don't want to keep her waiting when she's that eager!" Harry grinned and began stripping down.
"HHMMMNNGGG! HNNPPFFF!"
"And you're overdressed, too." he said with a look towards Hermione. "Get naked!"
Ginny continued to whimper while she watched with wide eyes as Harry and Hermione both stripped right in front of her. She tugged at her binds again and again, but it was of no use, and she panicked fully when she realised that she wouldn't be able to escape her fate.
Soon, both her tormentors were naked and climbed onto the bed, and Ginny's eyes were drawn to Harry's stiff cock, the first one she had ever seen, and she wondered how it could possibly fit inside her.
Harry grinned at her as he crawled between Ginny's legs and aligned his shaft with her slit even when she tried to wriggle away from him.
"Are you ready to become a woman?" he asked and pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance.
"Nhhh! Hhsshh" Ginny whimpered, muffled by the panties and the gag in her mouth.
"Yes? Great! I'm glad to hear it!" Harry said cheerfully. "Then get ready for it!"
"Nnnhhh!" the redhead groaned loudly when he pressed forward, slowly pushing his cock inside her.
He felt a resistance and halted for brief moment before he pushed forward, fully ramming his cock inside her tight virgin pussy.
"HHNNNGGG!" Ginny wailed when her virginity was taken and she was stretched painfully.
"Oh fuck! Damn she's tight!" Harry groaned as he took up speed and began pounding his cock fully into her clenching pussy again and again, eliciting muffled moans and whimpers from the tied-up girl each time he slammed into her.
"Though I think you can milk my cock even better." he added towards Hermione, which brought a proud smile to her lips.
Harry thought that it was true that, unsurprisingly, Ginny's pussy was tighter that Hermione's, but his first girl made up for that by being able to squeeze down onto his cock with much more strength of her vaginal muscles. As such, she felt at least as good as Ginny, and probably even better. Especially when she had been kept on the edge of orgasm for a while and was desperate for release.
As he continued to pound into Ginny, he resolved to ensure that Hermione kept this edge by whatever training or magical enhancement necessary. It would only be right that his Number One would always remain the best fuck in his expanding harem. When he exchanged a look with the brunette, he saw in her determined expression that she had just made a similar resolution herself.
"I - Fuck yes! - I think you should get to have some fun, too." Harry said to Hermione with a content groan while he continued to forcefully fuck the girl under him. "She can't lick you with the gag, but maybe you can still use her face to get off. You're allowed to cum on her as much as you want."
"Yes, thank you, Master." the brunette replied eagerly, and she crawled across the bed and straddled Ginny's face, who moaned, grimaced, and shook her head as Hermione positioned herself over her. Harry smirked when he wondered what Ginny might be thinking about the butt plug lodged in Hermione's arse right above her face.
The redhead then whimpered and moaned in protest when Hermione lowered her hips and began grinding her pussy on her face. She tried to turn her face away, but Hermione held her in place with her thighs, and she rocketed her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy all over Ginny's face while she rubbed her clit, drenching the girl under her with her juices.
For a while, they both enjoyed the body of the helpless girl under them bringing them closer to release. Harry took up the pace and slammed into the girl even harder, while Hermione also moved her hips faster and faster and pressed her pussy harder against Ginny's face.
After a few minutes, Hermione finally gave off a loud moan and her whole body shuddered as she climaxed, squirting her juices all over Ginny's grimacing face.
The sight tipped Harry over the edge, too.
"Ah, here it comes!" he yelled as he jerked his hips forward, ramming his cock deep inside her and filling her pussy with his seed.
Ginny wailed desperately when she felt Harry's cock pulsating inside her, spurting his hot seed inside her depths, marking her as his and defiling her while she could do nothing to stop him, much to her shame and humiliation.
"Ah, that was great!" Harry said happily as he slid his cock out of the girl. He looked down and smirked when he saw the small trail of cum that was was seeping from her bright pink, slightly gaping pussy.
"Clean me, Pet!" Harry then demanded, and Hermione, who still straddled Ginny's face, immediately leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as she sucked him and whirled her tongue around his shaft until she could no longer taste his cum or Ginny's pussy on him.
"Thanks, Pet." he said when she was done. "You want to give her a lick, too?"
"Of course, Master." the brunette agreed readily, and she lowered her head between Ginny's legs in a sixty-nine position. She opened her mouth and delved her tongue deep into the other girl's slit, eagerly lapping up all the cum that was slowly seeping out of her depths.
Ginny moaned weakly while Hermione continued to lick her - whether in protest on in pleasure, Harry didn't know, nor did he care overly much. He was simply enraptured by the sight in front of him.
"How does she taste?" Harry asked a short while later when Hermione looked up at him again.
"She?" the brunette replied. "Not as good as your cum, Master."
Harry laughed. "Good answer."
Even when he had been getting stiff again at the show Hermione had given him, Harry then reluctantly sat up on the bed and reached for his discarded clothes on the ground.
"Alright, that was fun." he said. "But it's almost dinner time now. Let's get dressed. We can continue this after dinner."
Hermione nodded and also got up from the bed to gather her clothes.
When he was dressed, Harry turned around to look at Ginny, who was quietly sobbing, tied-up on the bed and messed up as she was. Tears where running down her cheeks, her entire face was glistening with Hermione's wetness, and even her red hair was matted with the other girl's juices.
"You don't mind when we leave you alone for a while, do you?"
Ginny only gave off a weak moan.
"I think she's good." Hermione stated with a smirk as she came up next to Harry, also dressed in her school robes again.
"Yeah." Harry nodded, but the he quickly fetched the bag with the toys and rummaged around in it.
"I just don't want her to feel empty after I gave her such a good shag." he said and pulled a large dildo from the bag, handing it to Hermione. "So, here, push that in her pussy!"
"Yes, Master." Hermione took the toy and approached the girl, leaning down over her. She aligned the toy with her opening and grinned at the redhead. "Here we go!"
"HHHNNNGGGG!" Ginny groaned in pain when Hermione unceremoniously pushed the large toy into her deflowered, sore, cum-filled pussy.
"Alright. We're off to dinner now." Harry informed the sobbing redhead, who moaned weakly and gave him a pained, pleading look in response. "When we return, I'll call in the life debt and really make you, my slave. Until then, stay tight. Don't worry, we'll be back before you know it."
With that, he took Hermione's hand and exited the Room of Requirement, leaving behind a sobbing, broken girl who knew that her torment had only just begun.