Ginny was woken up the next morning by the sound of smacks and loud voices.
SMACK!
"Fourteen, Master. Thank you, Master!" Hermione groaned, and Ginny saw that the brunette was kneeling on the bed, Harry standing next to her and holding a leather paddle, both of them still naked. Hermione's arse was already bright pink from the spanking, and Ginny watched with wide eyes as Harry swung the paddle again and brought it down on Hermione's arse once more.
SMACK!
"Fifteen, Master. Thank you, Master!"
"You're doing well, Pet." Harry said. "Only five more to go, and we can move on to our new Fucktoy."
Ginny gave of a small whimper at hearing that. She tried to sit up where she was curled up on the floor, but as soon as she started moving, she cried out in pain, suddenly becoming aware again of the large dildo in her pussy and the clamps on her nipples and clit. She also felt very stiff all over from spending the night lying on the wooden floor.
At the noise, Harry turned his head and grinned when he noticed that Ginny was awake. "Good morning, little slut!" he greeted her. "I see you're finally awake. Just in time, too! Because it's almost your turn. Just let me finish this."
He turned back to Hermione and aligned the paddle with her reddened butt again.
Ginny didn't understand what was happening or why Hermione was being punished, but she was very afraid that the same thing would happen to her soon. She wanted to say something, but she only gave off a few unintelligible sounds and she realized that she still couldn't speak properly because her mouth was still full. She grimaced in disgust when she became aware of the sperm that she was still forced to hold in her mouth, ever since she had licked it out of Hermione's arse the night before.
Remembering that, everything that had happened the previous night came back to her, and she began tearing up in desperation at the thought of what fate awaited her now. She didn't think she'd ever be able to escape her enslavement, and she knew that even after all the abuse she had endured the previous night, things would only be getting worse for her.
While Ginny was having her small nervous breakdown, Harry finished spanking Hermione until she had received the twenty spanks, she was due each morning.
"Oww! Twenty, Master. Thank you, Master!" Hermione moaned, breathing heavily, when the paddle had landed on her firm butt for the last time.
"Well done, Pet." Harry said before he turned around to finally focus on Ginny. "Now, Fucktoy, how are you feeling this fine morning? Did you sleep well?"
Harry chuckled when Ginny scowled at him. "Right. You can't answer with your mouth filled with cum. What a filthy slut you are! But go ahead and swallow it!"
Ginny scowled as she gulped down the spunk in her mouth, shuddering from the taste. But even when she was able to speak again, she still didn't reply to Harry's previous questions and only glared at him.
"Well, slut?" Harry asked again. "You want to say something?"
After a moment of hesitation, Ginny lowered her gaze and resignedly shook her head, fearing an even worse punishment if she told him her mind for asking dumb questions. Obviously, she hadn't slept well, being in pain all over. She had hardly slept four hours that night, but she knew better than to open her mouth.
Harry raised his eyebrows at the girl. "Nothing?" he asked. "Did you really learn your lesson already?"
"Your Master asked you a question!" Hermione chided Ginny a moment later when she still didn't reply. "Answer him!"
"I - Ye-yes, Master. I - I've learnt my lesson." Ginny stuttered quickly.
"Really?" Harry asked. "Then tell me, what is your name?"
"My name-" Ginny cringed, but she didn't dare defy him, "my name is Fucktoy, Master."
Harry nodded. "Very good. And you will always refer to yourself like that, when it's just us. Or you can use 'slut' or 'whore', if you need another term. 'This slut', my slut, something like that. No first-person for you any longer. Because you're just a fucktoy. Just an object. Do you understand?"
Ginny only whimpered in response.
"What?" Harry demanded. "I asked if you understand?"
"Yes, Master." the redhead said quickly.
"Then tell me again. What's your name?"
"It - Your - This slut's name is Fucktoy, Master." Ginny muttered dejectedly.
"Well, look at that!" Harry laughed and grinned at Hermione. "She's almost as quick of a learner as you are, Pet!"
Hermione, however, frowned. "Does this rule apply to m- to your Pet, too?"
Harry chuckled and softly petted the brunette's cheek. "Don't worry about it, Pet. I have no issue with how you speak about yourself. I guess it's only right that you get to have some privileges. You've earned it."
"Thank you, Master." Hermione replied happily, and Harry turned back to Ginny.
He noted that her tits had shrunken in the night back to their original small size, but he decided that it didn't matter for now, when he just wanted to introduce his slave to her new morning routine.
"Alright, sleepyhead." he said. "Back to you. First off, I don't want you lazing around in the mornings like you did today. Instead, from now on, each morning, you'll get up before your Mistress and wake her the same way she wakes me.
"Oh, thank you, Master!" Hermione giggled, while Ginny only looked at them uncomprehendingly.
Harry sighed and explained, "That means you'll wake her by licking her pussy until - Well, I guess she won't be able to cum, but you'll just lick her until she's awake and tells you to stop. Understood?"
When the girl on the floor nodded, Harry went on. "Good. Then I think it's time for you to also receive your morning spanking."
"The what?"
"Your morning spanking." Harry repeated helpfully. "It's the spanking little sluts get each morning to remind them of their place. You know, you're actually lucky that we didn't spank your arse, too, yesterday. So, this is another first!
"But-"
"Just be silent and kneel on all fours, arch your back, and stick out your little butt." Harry interrupted her, and Ginny had no choice but to get into position.
Harry fetched the leather paddle from where it lay on the bed but then he halted and shook his head. "You know, I think this is too good for a bitch like her." he said towards Hermione and threw aside the paddle. "I think Fucktoy should get something else. Something that makes a bigger impression. At least for now."
He rummaged through the bag with their equipment and pulled out a thin wooden cane. "That will do."
"Ouch. Poor Fucktoy." Hermione muttered, wincing slightly as she remembered the painful spankings she had gotten with the instrument.
"Well, she still needs to learn her place." Harry said. "But I think you should spank her. She's your responsibility, after all."
"Oh, alright." Hermione nodded, and Harry handed her the cane. She then aligned the rod with the bare arse of the girl on the floor before her. Ginny was trembling in fright.
"You better count them out and thank me for each one!" Hermione instructed the girl and swung the cane.
Swoosh!
SMACK!
"AAHHH! OWWW!" Ginny screamed.
"Count them and thank me for each one of them!" Hermione repeated and swung the crop again before Ginny could respond.
Swoosh!
SMACK!
"OWWW! O-One, Mistress. Tha-ha-ha-ank you-ouu, Mistress." Ginny wailed.
"There you go!" Harry said cheerfully. "Well, have fun, Pet, Fucktoy. I'll go have a shower in the meantime."
With that, he turned and left for the bathroom that the Room of Requirement had provided. During his quick shower, he could still hear Ginny's screams and the smacks of the cane on her butt, and when he returned a few minutes later, Hermione had just finished with her task and Ginny's arse was covered with angry-red welts.
"Done?" he asked Hermione, who had sat down on the bed, observing the sobbing redhead.
"Yes, Master. She even managed to count correctly."
"Then let's get rid her clamps and the dildo inside her." Harry said, and Hermione immediately moved to do as he wished.
She bent down to the girl and opened the clamps on Ginny's nipples and clit, eliciting hisses of pain from the redhead, and then she pulled the thick dildo out of the girl's pussy.
"Look how loose she is, Master!" Hermione exclaimed with a derisive look at Ginny as she threw aside the rubber cock. "Her cunt is just a gaping hole!"
Harry smirked as he leaned down to the girls.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Fucktoy." he sneered and casually pushed two fingers into the mortified girl's pussy. "There are old whores with a tighter pussy than... this."
Ginny didn't respond and only continued sobbing quietly.
"Well, you're lucky that I allow you to take the healing potion." Harry went on. "Even a whore like you will be as good as new with just a few drops of it."
Hermione got up and fetched the potion vial and gave Ginny a tiny cup of the potion. "Drink that!" she commanded, and Ginny reluctantly took the cup and gulped down the contents.
Immediately, she felt a warm, tingling sensation across her nether regions but also across her breasts as she was healed.
"See?" Harry grinned and pushed one finger into her tight pussy again, ignoring Ginny's moan in protest. "As good as new. Now I can fuck you again."
"What? Please-"
"Get on the bed, kneel down on all fours, knees spread apart, and stick out your little butt to me!" Harry commanded, and Ginny did as she was told, having no choice but to climb onto the bed and get into position. She was blushing crimson in shame as she exposed herself fully to him again.
Harry immediately pushed his fingers back into her pussy, stroking her, and then started massaging her bruised butt with his other hand. Unlike Hermione, who was always getting wet even with the most intense spankings, Ginny wasn't aroused, but it didn't matter to him. His new slave would learn to love being used for sex soon enough.
"Your pussy is very nice and tight." he commented. "But your arse is almost as pathetic as your non-existent tits."
He paused to enjoy the expression of utter humiliation on her face. "But don't worry." he went on. "I'll go to the sex shop in Hogsmeade today and buy some potions to remedy that. I also need to get you an anal plug, like the one Pet has. Or maybe you'd like one that's one size larger?"
Hermione giggled as she observed them. "A bigger butt plug for an even bigger slut. Wouldn't that be fitting?"
Harry nodded, smirking back at her. "Indeed. That does sound appropriate, doesn't it? Wouldn't you agree, Fucktoy?"
"Please, Master-" Ginny muttered weakly before she was cut off by Harry.
"Oh, right. I did promise to fuck you." he said and stepped behind her. "Sorry, I'll get to it now. You don't have to beg."
"Wait - Ahh! Owww!" Ginny groaned when he aligned his shaft with her pussy and pushed forward, sliding into her. She was stretched just as painfully as the day before when he had taken her virginity.
"This healing potion is amazing!" Harry panted as he took up speed. "She's just as tight as yesterday."
"There isn't much left of the vial, by the way." Hermione remarked while she watched Harry thrusting into Ginny.
"I'll get all these supplies and more later today." Harry replied between moans and then focused on fucking Ginny with full force again.
Hermione nodded and fell silent. She was undecided whether she should join Harry and Ginny, maybe make Ginny lick her pussy, and her right hand found its way between her legs, softly stroking her clit while she watched Harry violently pound into Ginny.
Harry, however, was worried about the time. "Pet, I'd love you to join in, but I think you should go have a shower, too, and make yourself look presentable for our meeting with the press later. I want you to look perfect for that.
"Oh, alright, Master." Hermione replied, slightly disappointed, even when she understood his reasons. They were already missing the start of breakfast as it was.
She disappeared into the bathroom, and Harry put his hands on Ginny's hips and took up speed, enjoying the feeling of her hot pussy squeezing down onto his cock.
It didn't take long until he felt himself getting close.
"I'm gonna cum! You want it in your cunt or your mouth?" he groaned.
Ginny whimpered, shaking her head, "Please-"
"Too late!" Harry moaned as he exploded inside her, and Ginny sobbed out loud when she felt him spurting his hot seed deep inside her.
"Ahh, there you go, Fucktoy! Take it all!" he panted, thrusting into her even harder until he was spent.
Then, he slid out of her and forcefully yanked her around. "Clean my cock!" he demanded, holding his slick cock close to her face.
Ginny sniffled and closed her eyes in desperation, but she was forced to obey the order and reluctantly took his cock in her hands and then took him in her mouth, cringing in disgust at the taste of cum and her own wetness on his cock.
Harry enjoyed the defeated expression on her face as she bobbed her head on his still semi-erect cock, cleaning him until he was limp.
That was how Hermione found Ginny and him when she returned from the shower.
"Ah, just in time, Pet." Harry greeted her and drew back from Ginny. "I just got finished with Fucktoy. Now, I'd love to play some more with the two of you, but we really have to get to the Great Hall for breakfast. Let's get ready to go!"
He gathered his clothes and got dressed, Hermione doing the same, while Ginny just remained curled up on the bed, crying silent tears, unable to comprehend how all of this could be happening to her.
"Fucktoy!" Harry called angrily when he was done. "Get dressed! Don't keep us waiting for you!"
Ginny stumbled to her feet. "No, please - But - but Master. Chrk-" she made a choking sound as she halted abruptly with her begging.
Harry immediately saw what was wrong. "You can't refer to yourself in first-person, remember? Use 'This slut' or something like it instead."
Ginny looked absolutely mortified, anger flashing up in her eyes, but then she gathered her breath and made to speak again. "Please, Master, may... this slut use the shower?"
Harry smirked as he looked her over. Her face was covered with dried spit, tears, and pussy juice, her hair was an absolute mess, and trails of cum ran down her thighs from her pussy. However, he decided that to any onlooker, once she was dressed, it would just seem as if she was a bit sweaty and hadn't taken the time to shower in the morning.
"Why?" he asked. "You look fine like this. Just like the filthy whore that you are. Get dressed, if you don't want to go to breakfast naked."
It was an idle threat, but the girl didn't need to know that. Harry smirked as the girl sobbed out and hastily gathered her clothes from the floor. But soon, she noticed with horrification that all her clothes had been torn the night before and were nothing but rags.
Taking pity on his new slave, Harry gave Hermione a nod, and she stepped forward and snatched Ginny's blouse and skirt from her hands.
"Here, let me fix this." the brunette said, waving her wand over the clothes and handing Ginny the repaired clothes.
"What about m-chrk... about this slut's underwear?" Ginny asked, hoping for Hermione to repair those, too.
"You don't need it anymore." Harry told her. "Sluts don't wear bras or panties. Now get dressed!"
Ginny cringed but did as commanded, a resigned expression on her face. While she got dressed, Harry was distracted by Hermione.
"Er, Master?" the brunette asked carefully. "May I please resize my blouse? It's really getting too tight."
Harry looked at her and grinned at the sight of her trying to close the buttons of her blouse over her enlarged breasts. The last dosage of the tits enlargement potion had truly made for a lovely sight, he mused.
"Come on, just try harder!" he told her. "You look absolutely hot like that!"
Hermione groaned but finally managed to close the buttons of her blouse, each button being strained dangerously.
"May I at least strengthen the buttons?" she requested.
"Alright, yes, you may." Harry allowed graciously. He liked her to show off her figure, at least when mostly covered by her outer robes, but the sight of her in the nude was reserved to him alone. He didn't want her tits to plop out in public any more than she did.
Hermione applied some spells, then donned her robes, and finally, they were all ready to go.
"Alright, Fucktoy." Harry instructed Ginny. "From now on, you'll join us for meals. You'll claim that you were impressed by my actions when I challenged Voldemort. You'll say that you feel that you have to help me now, and that I accepted your help. You'll live with us from now on, and we'll say that you're rooming with Hermione. You'll pretend that you're happy to spend your time with us, that we're friends, that Hermione is your new best friend, and that everything is fine. You got all that?"
When Ginny nodded resignedly, Harry took Hermione's hand and strode out of the Room of Requirement, Ginny following behind, fighting hard to keep her composure and not show her desperation.
Harry paid little mind to the students muttering about him when he sat down at the Gryffindor table, with Hermione sitting down to his right and Ginny to his left.
He noted that the Weasley twins gave him and Ginny curious looks but remained seated with their friends. Ron looked affronted that his sister was sitting with Harry, which wasn't a new occurrence, and Harry ignored his former friend as he always did.
Ginny, in the meantime, was forced to keep up a cheerful outward appearance while her bruised arse pained her and while she was despairing inwardly. She wanted nothing more than to ask for help from her brothers, her friends, or the teachers, but she was unable to tell anyone what was happening to her. Instead, she had to pretend that everything was fine and that she loved spending more time with Harry and Hermione when her friends stopped by and asked her about her plans for the day.
Harry had just finished his breakfast when Professor McGonagall approached the Gryffindor table.
"Mr. Potter." she greeted him curtly.
"Professor." Harry nodded back.
"Are you still insistent to follow through with your challenge?" she asked in a disapproving tone.
"I won't back off, Professor. I want to show everyone how much of a coward Voldemort really is."
The teacher sighed and shook her head. "Very well. I know better than to believe that I could stop you, so I won't try... Well, the Quidditch pitch will be prepared for you. You can expect to have a large audience. And you certainly do have the press in a frenzy about this. They'll be there at noon. I hope for all our sake that you're correct about You Know Who not showing up."
"Thanks." Harry said. "I think I'll spend the morning reading up on dueling spells with Hermione and Ginny. Just to be safe."
"Very well, Mr. Potter. We'll see you at noon then." McGonagall said and retreated back to the head table.
"Well, are you ready to go, girls?" he asked his slaves and smirked at Ginny, who was looking slightly pale. She feared what her tormentors would do to her as soon as she was alone with them again.
Rightly so, because as soon as they were back in the Room of Requirement, Harry told her to strip down again. "Get naked, and down on your knees!"
Ginny hastily did as commanded, blushing as she was forced to expose herself fully again.
"Yes, good. Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your back! Arch your back and push out your chest!" Harry said and waited for her to adjust her posture. "Good. Remember this position! This is how a little slut like you is supposed to present herself to her Master."
"What will you do to her now?" Hermione then asked, her eyes wandering over the girl on the floor.
"Unfortunately, I don't think we have much time for her this morning." Harry said. "We still have to find out more about Dumbledore's plans, and we need to discuss how to best play things with the press later."
"Of course, Master." Hermione nodded, though she seemed slightly disappointed. Ginny looked relieved.
Harry, however, grinned at the redhead. "But when we can't take care of you, that just means that we have to find something nice for you to do in the meantime! Let's see..."
Ginny gulped nervously when Harry fetched the bag with their sex toys and other equipment, and she groaned when he pulled out the thick rubber cock, she had gotten much too familiar with the last night.
"You enjoyed this one, didn't you?" Harry grinned before he reached into the bag again and pulled out a second, slightly slimmer dildo.
"Two fucktoys for the Fucktoy!" Hermione giggled.
"Yes." Harry chuckled. "Be glad, Fucktoy! You, see? Even when I don't have time for you, we still find ways to stuff your holes. Isn't that great?"
Ignoring her sobs, Harry went to one corner of the room, asking the Room of Requirement to provide a large standing mirror. With two sticking spells, he stuck the smaller dildo against the mirror at hip height and the larger one on the floor right before it.
"Come here, Fucktoy!" he demanded. "Crawl to me!"
Ginny reluctantly approached him, slowly crawling on all fours, and Harry enjoyed to watch her fearful looks at the toys as she came closer.
"This is what you'll do now." he started to explain. "While Pet and I are occupied, I want you to use the time to train to become a better slut. For the next hours, you'll practice fucking and sucking cock like a perfect whore. So, get on the dildo on the floor!"
Ginny whimpered as she positioned herself over the dildo and lowered her hips on it, allowing the tip of the rubber cock to enter her pussy. Even with only two inches of it entering her, she was already stretched painfully.
"No, all the way in!" Harry demanded. "Until your butt touches the floor!"
"Owww!" Ginny groaned when she sunk down on the cock, the thick dildo fully sliding into her pussy. Tears welled up in her eyes as it felt as if it was splitting her in two.
"Now ride it!" Harry instructed her. "Move up half-way, and then back down fully."
Ginny sobbed quietly when she did as commanded and slowly moved her hips up and down.
"Faster!" Harry yelled, and Ginny increased the pace of her movements. Her sobs increased, too.
"Good." Harry nodded. "Keep it up like that until you're told to stop. And now..."
Harry smirked and pointed at the dildo stuck at the mirror in front of Ginny.
"Start sucking!" he told her. "Take it in your throat until your nose touches the mirror."
He smirked at the girl's gagging noises as Ginny followed the order.
"And now move your head on it! Same pace as your hips."
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Ginny began bobbing her head on the dildo, pulling back and pushing forward again, ramming the rubber cock down her throat again and gain.
"Very good." Harry commented. "You'll better learn to breathe through your nose, because you'll keep this up, too, until you're told to stop."
For a minute, he just observed the girl relentlessly raping and choking herself on the dildos, and he enjoyed the cute sound of her groans and gags. Her eyes were closed most of the time as she gagged on the rubber dock in her mouth.
"Now, don't close your eyes!" he chided her. "I want you to use the mirror to observe yourself. I want you to see for yourself what a slut you are. Watch yourself as you use your mouth as just another hole for a cock! Look yourself in the eyes as you train to become a perfect whore and cocksucker!"
Ginny opened her eyes, and as she saw herself and watched the rubber cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the burning shame that hit her was almost worse than the pain of her sore pussy and throat. She just wanted to close her eyes to the new reality of her life, but like with any command, she had no choice but to obey and do as she was told.
"Alright." Harry said. "Keep at it! I hope you'll make some progress. I'll test if you've gotten any better at sucking cock before lunch. Until then, have fun!"
With hat, he returned to the other side of the room, where Hermione was already waiting for him with several of Dumbledore's notebooks laid out on a table.
Over the next hours, they paid little mind to their slave raping herself and instead planned what Harry would say to the press later that day. They also went through more of Dumbledore's notebooks, especially searching and collecting all notes about the prophecy.
By a lucky coincidence, Harry also discovered another tidbit of information in the progress. He was very intrigued when he read a note in Dumbledore's notebook discussing the second task of the tournament.
"Look at that!" he exclaimed and showed Hermione the passage that talked about merpeople and hostages.
"Interesting." Hermione said as she read through it. "That would've been a pretty tough riddle to solve with the egg."
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "What about the hostages? Do you think you'll be mine?"
"Probably. But if we both refuse to have me as your hostage, they'll have to look for someone else." Hermione replied and giggled. "Maybe Fucktoy can be a volunteer?"
Both glanced at the girl who was still busy riding and sucking rubber cocks, the wet noises of it sounding through the room.
"Yeah, that'd be good." Harry said. "It wouldn't be too bad if something happened to her. We'd just have to acquire a new fucktoy."
"Right." Hermione grinned.
"I want to start researching that, by the way." Harry pointed out. "How I could enslave other girls. Because I have no idea if that's even possible, now that I've called all the life debts owed to be."
"Well, I'm sure we'll find something." Hermione said. "The dark magic books we took from Dumbledore might help us with that."
"Good. We'll start with that soon. But now, it's almost time for the duel. There's barely enough time for..." He got up and approached Ginny in the corner of the room. "Fucktoy!"
Ginny peered at him but continued bobbing her head on the dildo stuck to the mirror and bouncing her hips on the dildo on the floor.
With some surprise, Harry then noted that she had gotten quite wet. So much that not only the dildo was slick with her wetness, but a small puddle of pussy juice had even formed around it.
"Wow, what a filthy little slut you are!" he laughed. "You're getting off on this!"
Ginny only moaned weakly in response. It was true that over the last hour, her pain had lessened, or maybe she had simply grown accustomed to having her pussy stretched relentlessly. So, much to her shame, her riding the thick rubber cock had started to feel more and more pleasurable.
She even might have orgasmed if she had been able to. By now, she was desperate for release, but she tried to hold herself back to not grant Harry the satisfaction of seeing her beg for permission to cum. She couldn't speak, anyway, as she was still forced to constantly deepthroat the other dildo on the mirror.
"Well, time to show me if you learnt anything today!" Harry said and opened his trousers. "Keep riding the dildo on the floor, but you've got a real cock to suck now."
He yanked her back from the mirror and without giving her any time to gather her breath, he pushed her face into his crotch.
Ginny was wheezing between wet coughs, but she still reluctantly opened her mouth to perform her second-ever blowjob.
She groaned and grimaced as she began bobbing her head on his length, her shame clear in her eyes.
Harry was surprised by the fast success of her training when she managed to take his cock down her throat without choking. He gave off a deep moan in satisfaction when she pushed forward and deepthroated him until her lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. He thought that she was still not as skilled with her tongue as his Pet, but her tight, constricting throat already felt quite heavenly.
It didn't take him much longer after that to get over the edge. Soon, he came with a content groan and started spurting his seed down Ginny's throat, then pulled back, filling her mouth with his cum, enjoying her unwilling expression, and then slid his dick out of her to finish by shooting several thick spurts of cum across her scrunched-up face.
"That was nice, Fucktoy!" he panted when he was spent. "You're getting better. Maybe there's still hope for you to make a proper little slut."
Ginny only scowled at him. She was panting heavily and still riding the dildo on the floor, and her messy face was flushed in clear arousal. Still, she remained silent and didn't say anything, but Harry didn't mind.
"Alright." he said. "Pet, let's go. And, Fucktoy!" He paused and gave her a cruel smirk. "Get back to what you were doing! You were doing alright, but better train your oral skills some more! This time, use your tongue some more!"
Ginny gave off a quiet sob as she turned back to the mirror and took the attached dildo into her cum-filled mouth again. She cringed at the sight of herself in the mirror, sucking the fake cock with her face covered with cum. She truly looked like a filthy whore now, she thought.
"We'll be gone for a while." Harry told the girl when she was getting busy with both the dildos again. "But it will be worth the wait for you, I promise. Because when I'm back, I'll finally fuck your arse!"
"Oh, isn't that great, Fucktoy?" Hermione chimed in, who had watched the spectacle in silence up until now. "You won't be an anal virgin for much longer!"
Ginny was unable to respond, but Harry could tell by her bulging eyes and her increased sobs that she had heard them. With a last smirk at her, he stepped away from her and made to leave the room.
"Well, we're off. " He cheerfully called out to her just before he opened the door. "Have fun, Fucktoy!"
With that, he and Hermione left the room to make their way to the Quidditch pitch to his "duel" with Voldemort.
The Quidditch arena was a total bedlam when he and Hermione got there. It seemed as if almost all the students and professors of Hogwarts and the visiting schools were watching him from the stands, together with many villagers from Hogsmeade and several reporters. There were no Aurors, however - apparently, the Ministry wanted to honour the terms of his challenge, and he had promised Voldemort that no Aurors would be present. Wizard Duels were a serious business in the magical world, so he was only a little surprised by that.
Harry entered the pitch to the cheers of the audience shortly before noon. With Hermione standing next to him, he then idly waited for the minutes to pass, and when noon came and went without Voldemort showing up, the cheers got even louder. Chants rose in the audience that denigrated Voldemort as a coward, and the entire atmosphere became much more lively and cheerful.
At half past twelve, Harry finally decided that he wasted enough of his time and approached the waiting reporters.
"Well, I think we can say that I was right. Voldemort -" Everyone else flinched at the name. "- is a coward who doesn't have the guts to fight me. He didn't dare to attack me by surprise when he cowardly assassinated Albus Dumbledore, and he sure as hell doesn't dare to attack me now that I'm prepared and waiting for him. I would have loved to kick his butt today, but as I said before, unfortunately, this could never have happened, as Voldemort is just too much of a coward to show up here."
"How is it that you weren't afraid of him?" one reporter asked, and Harry recognized the woman as the reporter he had spoken with on the day of the First Task. Rita Skeeter, he remembered. "How can you be so sure that you could defeat him?"
"It's simple. I wasn't afraid, because I know for a fact that I will defeat Voldemort. It is, in fact, my destiny." He paused for dramatic effect. "Before I was born, a prophecy was made that foretold that I would be the one to defeat Voldemort. That was the reason why he attacked my parents. But I defeated him then when I was a baby, just like I will defeat him now that he's back. And I'll do my damn best to kill him for good this time."
"Those are... extraordinary claims. Do you have any proof for your words?" Skeeter asked, an awed expression on her face.
"I have, in fact." he replied. "Do you have access to a Pensieve by chance?"
"We at the Prophet might get our hands on one."
"Then I trust that you will find these memories very enlightening." Harry said and handed her a vial with a copy of the memory of the prophecy. That was one of the things he and Hermione had prepared that morning.
"And if you have any doubt that the memory is in any way altered, feel free to verify the prophecy with the recording in the Department of Mysteries." he added. "If you can find a way to access the recording. But maybe you have some contacts to help you out with the Unspeakables, too."
"I might, Mr Potter. I might... While we are on the topic, do you count on the Unspeakables and the Ministry to aid you now?" Skeeter asked.
Harry shrugged. "At the moment, I do not believe that I need aid or protection. The only assistance I might need is for the Ministry not to hinder me when, in the course of doing what needs to be done, I'm forced to... slightly infringe upon some minor laws. After all, I'm sure we can all agree that Voldemort has to be stopped at all costs."
He smiled graciously when everyone around him, the reporters and some teachers who had joined them alike, nodded in agreement.
"Apart from that, I need the Ministry to protect not me but all its citizens in the upcoming war." he continued. "But I have full trust in our Minister Cornelius Fudge to lead the country through this difficult time and to ensure that the citizens are kept safe from all those darker elements that might soon flock back to Voldemort's banner now that he's back."
He exchanged a smirk with Hermione, grateful for her idea to not alienate the Minister and instead try to influence the opportunistic and weak-willed man. Fudge had famously relied on Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy as his advisors. The former was dead now, and as for the latter...
"On a personal note, I also hope that the Minister will watch his back and keep himself safe from anyone whose loyalties might now lie in question. He will be a prime target for Voldemort, and he would be wise to be careful about dispensing his trust. Voldemort has used both supporters and puppets before to get to his targets, so if there is the slightest doubt that someone might be either, maybe because they had been in the past, then they should not be trusted with the Minister's safety. The same goes for any important officials in the Ministry, of course."
Harry smirked inwardly. With any luck, he had made Lucius Malfoy's life much more difficult with this comment.
"Alright. I think we're done now." he then announced, having said everything he had wanted to say. "There'll be a time to ask questions at another time."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Skeeter said, even when she looked slightly disappointed. "This was most illuminating. But there are many questions my readers still want answers to. I look forward to speak with you again."
"As do I." he said amiably and turned to walk back to the castle with Hermione.
As they walked along, McGonagall and another man caught up with them.
"Well, Mr. Potter." McGonagall began as if unsure what to say. "If nothing else, you certainly have helped to increase morale again. For that, you have my thanks."
"No worries, Professor." Harry replied and gave the corpulent man next to McGonagall a curious glance.
"Ah, I'm Horace Slughorn." the man introduced himself when he caught Harry's look. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Harry!"
"I asked Professor Slughorn to fill one of the vacant positions at school." McGonagall explained. "He was the potions professor here for several decades, until fifteen years ago."
"I see." Harry said. "Well, I look forward to your lessons, professor. Oh, and this is my girlfriend Hermione Granger, by the way."
They exchanged some more pleasantries, but Harry had one more thing to ask from McGonagall.
"Professor, I would like to ask for Ginny to be recognized as another assistant and confidante of mine for the tournament preparations, and to be allowed to move in with Hermione and me so that we can prepare undisturbed."
"Really, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked disapprovingly. "And why doesn't Miss Weasley tell me that herself?"
"She was too anxious to come here and watch, but she really wants to help me now that Voldemort is back." Harry explained. "She thinks she should help me after I helped her in our second year. Well, I want to honor her request, so I want to name her as another assistant of mine for the tournament preparations."
McGonagall sighed and shook her head. "Well, the rules are in your favor... I suppose I should be glad that you and Miss Granger will at least have a chaperon from now on. Very well. A second bed will be provided in Miss Granger's room. Is that satisfactory for you?"
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said happily. "Out of curiosity, Professor, are you the Headmistress now?"
"That is yet to be decided." McGonagall replied. "For now, I'm only the acting headmistress. It will be up to the board of governors to name a successor for Albus."
"Ah, alright. Well, thank you, Professor." Harry said.
When the group reached the castle entry hall, McGonagall made a turn and departed to her office, but the other man, Slughorn, remained behind.
"Wait, Harry!" he called out when Harry and Hermione were about to leave. "A word, if you please?"
"What can I do for you, professor?" Harry asked.
"Well, I don't know if you know, but I knew your parents." Slughorn began. "Taught them potions. Great people. It was tragic, what - tragic - Well, anyway, I'm glad to finally have met you, and I'd be delighted if you would join this little club of mine just like your parents did. You see, I had this club, we called it Slug Club..."
Over the next minutes, Slughorn tried to convince Harry to join his elitist "Slug Club" while Harry tried to not show what he really thought of the buffoon.
However, during the conversation, Harry realized several other things. Slughorn was conceited and vain, but he was clearly very impressed by Harry, and it would be almost laughingly easy to manipulate the man. In fact, the fool would be far easier to manipulate than McGonagall, who cared far too much about the rules to Harry's liking. In short, Slughorn would make for a much better headmaster, Harry thought. He decided that he would try to do something about that.
"So, Professor, what position are you going to take here at school?" Harry began with an innocent question.
"Well, Potions. Didn't I say that I taught Potions?" Slughorn wondered.
"Oh, yes, you did." Harry said. "I just thought you might apply for the position of headmaster."
"Well." Slughorn huffed, puffing out his chest. "I suppose if the board asked me, I'd be happy to serve. But Minerva-"
"I'm sure you'd make a great headmaster." Harry interrupted the man. "We have only just met, but I already feel that you would be a much better choice for the job than any of the teachers here!"
"Coming from you, that really means a lot." Slughorn said brightly. "But Minerva-"
Harry lowered his voice. "To tell the truth, I feel that Professor McGonagall has been involved in far too many questionable decisions of Dumbledore over the last years to make a great headmistress."
"Oh, I understand, Harry." Slughorn said, nodding sagely. "I always said it: Dumbledore, great man, but he did make mistakes. We didn't always see eye to eye... When I think about my successor..." He shook his head.
"Exactly." Harry said. "So, let's say, if I wrote the board of governors recommending you for the job..."
"It would certainly get me a few votes." Slughorn mused.
"And with your own connections..." Harry added.
"Yes." the man nodded excitedly. "It might just be enough. It would depend on the other nominees, but I might have an edge against Minerva."
"That's good to hear." Harry said.
"Poor Minerva." Slughorn chuckled. "I don't think she expects a serious challenge."
"Well, she is a good teacher." Harry said. "But the top job should maybe go to someone who's more cut out for it."
"Yes, I completely understand." Slughorn said. "Well, with your support, I might throw my hat in the ring, so to speak."
"You do have my support." Harry promised.
After exchanging some more pleasantries, Slughorn finally departed and Hermione gave Harry a curious look.
"What was that about?" she asked. "Please forgive me for saying so, but he's quite the fool, isn't he?"
Harry grinned. "Exactly. But he'll by my fool."
"Huh. I see." Hermione muttered.
"I already have him eating out of the palm of my hand." Harry explained. "Things would be much easier for us with him as headmaster."
"So, you want to do what?" Hermione asked. "Write a letter or recommendation for him?"
"No." Harry replied and grinned. "I want you to write a letter of recommendation for him. I'll just sign it."
"Alright, Master." Hermione sighed.
"Good." Harry said. "You can do that right after lunch. And have some more fun with your new toy. In the meantime, I'll sneak out to go to the shop in Hogsmeade again."
Hermione nodded, and they went to the Great Hall for lunch. When they had finished their meals, they briefly stopped in a corner of the entrance hall before they separated.
"Alright, I'll quickly fetch the supplies we need." Harry said as he prepared his invisibility cloak. "I'll be back within an hour, probably."
He smirked at Hermione. "I'm sure you'll be able to think of something to do with our Fucktoy while I'm gone."
"Of course, Master." Hermione whispered back.
"After she's gotten all that training in sucking cock, maybe teach her how to properly eat pussy, too." he suggested.
"I'd be happy to!" the brunette giggled.
"Good." Harry said. "You even have my permission to cum as much as you want until I'm back."
"Thank you, Master!" Hermione said with a bright smile. "Oh, and do you want me to prepare her arse for you?"
"No, I want her to be a complete anal virgin when I start with her." Harry decided. "Don't touch her there!"
"Okay, I won't." Hermione said.
"Alright. Have fun, Pet." he said and threw the cloak over himself. "I'll be back with you soon."
Before he turned to leave for Hogsmeade, he watched after Hermione as she climbed the stairs to get back to the Room of Requirement. Observing the sway of her hips, he thought that he really had to hurry with his shopping trip. He couldn't wait to be back with his girls.