Ginny groaned when she woke up early the next morning. Her entire body hurt from another night spent on the wooden floor and her muscles were tense from the unnatural position she had been forced into. Her wrists were still cuffed to her ankles, and she was lying on her back, her legs spread and pulled towards her.

As she blinked her eyes open and glanced down her body, she cringed at the sight of her obscenely exposed sex. The large dildo protruded from her pussy and while she couldn't see the butt plug protruding from her arse, she certainly felt it. Even when she remained perfectly still, the dull, throbbing pain of her stretched out, abused holes was impossible to ignore.

She knew that the pain would get even worse once she started moving, but she also knew that she had no choice but to get up soon. She didn't remember if there had been windows in the Room of Requirement the day before or if they were even real, but they still provided the room with a dim light now. Judging by the light outside, the sun was just about to rise. Her Master and Mistress would wake up soon, and Ginny quietly sobbed as she thought about her orders on how she had to wake up her Mistress, who was still sleeping soundly in the bed, with her Master spooning her, a hand cupping her bare tits.

After a short while of indecision, Ginny finally tried to sit up and do as she had been told. It didn't matter that it was the last thing she wanted to do. She felt her magic beginning to push her to get up and she knew there was no use in fighting it. Reluctantly, she sat up, wincing at the pain as the toys shifted inside her. Tied as she was, she could hardly move at all, but somehow, she very awkwardly managed to climb onto the bed and crawl towards the sleeping couple.

Ginny allowed herself a second to enjoy the softness of the mattress before she lifted the blanked covering the couple so that she could service her Mistress.

She was about to lean forward when she halted and grimaced as she noticed several trails of what she strongly suspected was cum trailing from Hermione's pussy across her thighs. Ginny groaned, realizing that Harry had probably fucked Hermione at some point during the night and she would have to clean up the mess. But given her orders, she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.

The musky smell of sex hit her as she reluctantly drew closer and brought her face between Hermione's legs. She parted her lips and ran her tongue along her Mistress's folds, trying not to gag on the unpleasant taste of stale cum and pussy juices. She only wanted to get it over with and be permitted to stop, so she tried to make it as pleasurable for her Mistress as she could and put the techniques she had learnt the day before to good use. She delved her tongue deep into the other girl's slit, kissed her folds and sucked on her clit, just hoping to finally being released from her nasty duty.

Hermione woke up to the pleasurable sensation of having her pussy eaten out expertly by another girl. When she opened her eyes, she could see the strawberry-blonde hair of Ginny's head right between her legs, hard at work. With a content sigh, Hermione mused that she could understand very well why her Master enjoyed being woken up like this. The thought reminded her of her own duties now.

When Hermione stirred, Ginny looked up at her even while she continued sucking on her clit, only now realising that she was awake. Hermione noted the relief in the other girl's eyes and suspected Fucktoy had been at it for a while already. She certainly felt like it down there.

"This is nice, Fucktoy." she whispered to the girl as she sat up. "If I could cum, I would, believe me."

She then moved into a kneeling position and crawled a short distance down the bed and closer towards Ginny.

"I have to wake up our Master now." Hermione continued lowly. "But don't let that stop you. Continue, Fucktoy."

She bent down and lowered her head towards Harry's semi-erect cock while simultaneously arching her back and presenting her dripping pussy to the other girl. She moaned softly when Ginny delved her tongue back into her slit and resumed licking her.

While Ginny continued with her task, Hermione ran her tongue along Harry's shaft and balls until he was fully erect and then proceeded to take him into her mouth and suck him fully.

Harry woke up after a short while, but he kept his eyes closed, simply enjoying his Pet's skillful blowjob.

Hermione continued to suck him lovingly and after several minutes, she could tell by his quickening breath that he was getting close. She increased her efforts and was soon rewarded by her Master exploding into her mouth, filling her mouth with his seed. Even when her cheeks were bulging from the amount of cum in her mouth, she continued to suck him until she had emptied his balls of every last drop of cum. Only then, she drew back, waiting for him to acknowledge her. With her mouth filled with his cum, she peered up at him, feeling very pleased with herself as she had once more successfully fulfilled her purpose of bringing pleasure to her Master.

"That was lovely, Pet." Harry said, finally opening his eyes and looking down at her. "You may swallow."

The brunette took several big gulps until she had cleared her mouth and then gave him a bright smile. "Thank you, Master. And good morning."

"Yes, it is. And it was a good night, too." Harry replied.

"Yes, Master." the girl giggled.

"Has Fucktoy woken you up nicely?"

"Yes, she did." Hermione confirmed as she knelt next to him, with Ginny behind her, still servicing her with her mouth. It took her a lot of effort to not start begging to finally be allowed to orgasm.

"Does that mean you'd like to cum, Pet?" Harry asked teasingly.

Hermione had a hard time holding herself back, but she had learnt to control herself like a good girl. "Only if it pleases you, Master."

Harry gave her an approving smile, and she knew she had gotten the answer right.

"I think you've had so many orgasms yesterday that they should last you for a while, don't you think, Pet?" he asked.

"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed demurely despite her disappointment. She was a bit worried what her Master meant with 'a while', but she lived to obey and please him, and if he enjoyed seeing her getting teased without being granted release, she would gladly accept his verdict. "You're right, Master."

"Good, glad we're in agreement. But I don't mind you continuing making use of Fucktoy regardless of that." Harry said. "Why don't you ride her face while I give you your morning spanking?"

"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed readily and repositioned herself. She forced Ginny to lie on her back and straddled her face, leaning forward to present her butt to her Master.

Ginny was forced to continue eating out her Mistress while she could watch from very close-by as Harry spanked Hermione's arse with a paddle. Hermione moaned with every spank before counting it out, her thighs jerking, but Ginny also felt the other girls pussy quivering with each strike that landed on her reddening bottom cheeks. She couldn't believe it, but it was clear to her that the other girl actually enjoyed getting spanked.

While she resented her Mistress for all the things she had forced her to do, Ginny couldn't help but wonder how she had become like this. She knew that Harry had enslaved Hermione, too, and she resolved to never let him break her like he did Hermione. She would never submit to him this completely.

Her newfound resolve was put to the test soon afterwards when Harry finished his Pet's morning spanking and finally addressed his newest slave.

"Well, Fucktoy, would you also like to receive your spanking now?" he asked while Hermione climbed off the redhead - whose entire face was glistening with the brunette's arousal - and sprawled out on the bed to watch the ensuing show.

Harry walked around the bed and approached the struggling girl at the end of the mattress. He put his hands on both her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs even wider. Tied as she was, she was unable to put up any resistance at all, and her face was burning with shame as he took a long time to look down at her exposed sex and the large toys protruding from her holes.

"Well, you really are a dirty slut, aren't you? Spending the entire night stuffed like that. Anyway, it's time for your morning spanking. Would you like me to spank your pussy or your arse?" he asked, his hands still on her inner thighs.

Ginny didn't respond with more than an angry glare, trying to somehow wriggle away from him.

"With the way you're showing off your pussy, I believe that's where you want it today." Harry said mockingly and smirked at her. "If I'm wrong, just close your legs."

She struggled, but with the way she was tied, she had almost no leverage and couldn't push against him even when he hardly used any force to hold her thighs open.

"Very well. Just stay like this then." Harry said cheerfully. He pulled the dildo from her cunt and then stepped back, reaching for the paddle again. "Twenty strikes. Better count them out."

"Wait! Please!" Ginny sobbed out, her earlier resolve almost completely forgotten. "Not chrk - not this slut's pussy, please! Please-"

"Enough! Be silent!" Harry interrupted her. "No more talking aside from counting spanks and thanking me for them! And I think we'll better make it forty!"

Silenced by his command, Ginny could only fearfully sob as he swung the paddle and brought it down on her exposed sex.

SMACK!

"Owww!" she groaned, her eyes watering from the pain. "One, Master. Thank you, Master. Ooo-"

SMACK!

"AAAHHH! OWWW! T-two, M-m-master. Thank y-you, Mast-"

SMACK!

Harry continued raining down hard spanks on his slave's exposed pussy, never giving her a break to recover in between, enjoying her cries and screams and sobs as he educated her on her place.

When he finally stopped, he was satisfied to see that the fight in her eyes had left her, at least for the moment. Ginny only continued to cry desperately, her bruised pussy shining in a bright red, and she didn't even attempt to close her legs again.

"Have you learnt your place now?" he asked.

"Yes! Yes, please." the redhead sniffled.

"And that is?" he demanded.

When Ginny didn't respond immediately and only looked up at him in fear, he swung the paddle again and brought it down on her abused pussy once more.

SMACK!

"AAAHHH!"

"You're nothing more than filthy slut!" Harry shouted and spanked her again.

SMACK!

"Nothing more than an object. A fucktoy meant to be used!"

SMACK!

"Your pussy and arse are nothing a more than set of holes meant to be fucked and filled with cum and that need to be stuffed when they're not used!"

SMACK!

"And your mouth is nothing more than another wet fuck-hole for guys and a masturbation aid for girls! Do you understand!"

SMACK!

"OOWWW! Yes! Yes, Master!" Ginny screamed desperately. "Your slut understands! This slut is only an object that needs to be fucked! Your Fucktoy understands! PLEASE!"

Harry took a deep breath and lowered the paddle, deciding that they had made enough progress for now. "Good. I hope so. Let's all get showered then."

"Should I untie her, Master?" Hermione asked, joining back in on the conversation.

Harry nodded. "Yes, do that."

The brunette leaned over the younger girl and opened her cuffs, freeing her wrists and ankles. Ginny hardly noticed finally being released, too lost to her own thoughts and her desperation. Only when Hermione nudged her and tried to pull her up, Ginny finally got off the bed. She stumbled to her feet but was immediately pushed down to her knees again.

"You don't get to walk." Hermione reminded the girl.

"You can crawl." Harry added. "Now come along."

Ginny felt numb and emotionally drained as she followed her Master and Mistress into the bathroom, crawling on all fours. Before she joined Harry and Hermione under the shower, her Master and Mistress allowed her to use the toilet, and Hermione also removed her butt plug as well as her own. During the long hot shower, which she still spent at the couple's feet, getting soaped and fondled by both of them, Ginny felt how her faculties slowly returned to her, but that only made her feel more despondent. She couldn't see any way to escape her endless torment.

After the shower, Hermione measured out and distributed doses of several potions between herself and Ginny, and the redhead was forced to take a long-lasting depilatory potion and the Restorifice Potion that tightened up her pussy and arse again and even healed the worst of the bruises from her spanking.

"Would you like to fuck her now that she's tight again, Master?" Hermione asked when they were done. "Or can I be of service?"

"No, just hurry up and get dressed." Harry decided, albeit rather reluctantly. "We're already late for breakfast."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." Hermione said quickly and collected her clothes.

Ginny followed her, again crawling on all fours, and Harry shot her a smirk. "I hope that doesn't disappoint you, Fucktoy. Time's just too short right now. But don't worry, I'll fuck all your holes later today when we have more time."

She shuddered internally at the way he was informing her that he would rape her again soon, as if he'd be doing her a favour that she should be grateful for. And she knew that it was actually gratefulness that he expected her to show now. Inwardly, she was screaming in frustration and seething with anger at his insanity, but she was also terrified of another punishment if she failed to please him.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." she pressed out, unable to look up at him.

"Well, get dressed." Harry told her. "And don't forget to put the butt plug back in your arse!"

"Yes, Fucktoy." Hermione said as she rejoined them, already dressed in her school robes. She fetched the two butt plugs from near where she had put them aside near the sink and handed one to the younger girl.

The brunette giggled when the other girl grimaced and gave a quiet sob as she looked at the toy in her hands.

"Yeah, that one is really quite a bit larger than my own." Hermione commented. "But I guess after yesterday, we all know that you're just a huge anal slut, so I suppose you'll actually get off on this. Right, Fucktoy?"

"Please-" Ginny whimpered.

"Come on! Get it nice and wet and then push it in your arse!" Hermione told the girl on the floor below her and proceeded to demonstrate how a good slut properly handled her sex toys. Ginny watched with wide eyes as her Mistress licked the plug until it was slick with her saliva and then bent over to insert it in her arse, giving off a small moan as she did so.

Ginny cringed as she was forced to do the same, having no choice but to obey her order no matter her shame and disgust. Reluctantly, she licked the large butt plug, coating it with her spit and then brought it to her bottom and pressed its tip against her anal ring. She closed her eyes and pushed forward, grimacing as her arse that had just been healed was already stretched painfully again.

"Owww!" the groaned. "Please, Master, Mistress, it's too big! Please, let m- let this slut remove it. Don't make her keep it there for the entire day!"

"Oh, stop whining, Fucktoy." Harry said dismissively. "I'm not buying it. You're probably getting wet already like the huge anal slut that you are. Don't try to deny it. Just keep your mouth shut and get dressed! I'm getting tired of waiting for you!"

With a fearful sob, Ginny scrambled to dress herself quickly, afraid of another punishment. She whimpered in pain whenever as the plug stretched her insides as she moved around, but she was soon dressed and ready to go.

"Finally." Harry said when she crawled to him and Hermione at the exit of the room. "Get up, Fucktoy! You need to walk in the corridors. Let's go!"

They left the Room of Requirement, with Ginny hobbling after Harry and Hermione, tormented by the huge butt plug inside her.

After a quick detour to the owlery to send off the letters to the school governors that discredited McGonagall and endorsed Slughorn, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny reached the Great Hall only barely in time to still get breakfast served. Harry told his girls to eat quickly, and after a quick meal, he led them back to the Room of Requirement.

He was getting impatient about finding a way to deal with Cho, especially because he had once again overheard the girl agitating against him in the Great Hall during breakfast. The bitch was still trying to convince the students, especially the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, that he was partly responsible for Diggory's death and that they shouldn't trust him.

She didn't accuse him of being a dark lord, but it still wouldn't do to have her attack his reputation. He needed people to not question the act he was putting forth. If Cho started supporting him, she would help to convince some of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws who were still on the fence about him. It would increase his hold on the school even more.

As such, he didn't want to waste any time dealing with his new slave, no matter how much fun it would be. But he still wanted her to make herself useful.

"Fucktoy, get under the table and help Pet train some more. Like yesterday." he told the redhead as they sat down at the table with several heavy books. "Put your tongue in her pussy and keep it there."

"Thanks, Master." Hermione said brightly, while Ginny sank to her knees resignedly.

When Harry noted her miserable expression, he added. "And, Fucktoy, I think you should cheer up some! You should have some fun, too. So, I'll let you play with your pussy. Start fingering yourself until you're told to stop! Play with yourself and keep at least one finger in your pussy while you serve as your Mistress's fucktoy!"

With a despondent sob, Ginny did as commanded and disappeared under the table. A small sigh coming from his Pet told Harry that Ginny had gotten to work.

"I hope she's not too distracting, Pet?" he asked the brunette. "I wanted us to continue with our research today."

"Don't worry, Master. I'll manage." Hermione assured him, although her breath hitched slightly as she said it.

Still, he just handed her the book he wanted her to read and started reading himself.

For the next hours, the only sounds in the room were low moans coming from under the table, and the occasional sigh from Hermione, who was also getting a little flushed after some time. Harry knew she was having difficulties to focus on her task and he enjoyed seeing her struggle.

After several hours of reading, he finally decided it was time for a break. He had been reading another Dark Arts book titled Subjugation by Spellcraft that gave good pointers on the Imperius Curse and provided explanations on other powerful compulsion spells, but he still wasn't happy with what he had found out so far.

"I don't know." he said towards Hermione. "All these spells have to applied constantly. Like the Imperius. That won't work for us. It's too risky. I don't want to just abduct a girl and keep her locked up. I want her to walk around freely and still not have to worry about her bond ever being detected or broken."

"Yeah, I haven't found a good solution either." Hermione said and closed the book before her titled Suppressed Sorceries and Restricted Rituals. "There are some rituals that sound promising, but they're very difficult to do right. A small mistake might have really bad effects. Besides, such dark magic will always leave a mark that could be detected even when the girl in question is forbidden to talk."

Harry shook his head. "Not a good solution then. That means curses won't work, rituals won't, and enchanting won't, either. I read about enchanting slave collars that work similar to an Imperius, bus as soon as the collar is taken off or the spells break down for whatever reason, the girl would be fee again. It's too risky. I want something to actually bind the girl to me, like you and Fucktoy."

Hermione nodded sadly, disappointed that she couldn't be of more help to her Master. "I'm sorry. We'll continue to look. I'm sure we'll find something eventually."

"Eventually, yeah." Harry muttered angrily.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help." the brunette said again, but then she gave him a coy smile. "But maybe I can at least be of use in helping you forget your frustration?"

Harry broke into a grin as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her perfect boobs with her erect nipples pointing towards him.

"I suppose you might be." he said appreciatively, leaning back in his chair. "Is Fucktoy still licking you? I bet your pussy is pretty wet right now, right, Pet?"

"Yes, Master." the brunette replied with a moan, reaching down to grab Ginny by the hair and pressing her face closer in between her legs. "My pussy is desperate for your cock, Master."

"Then come here! Sit on my lap!" Harry told her, and Hermione let go of the redhead and seductively approached her Master, her hips swaying with every step. When she reached him, she lowered herself on his lap while Harry fondled her boobs, eliciting a moan from her when he brushed over her nipples.

"I want you to ride me. Put your tight pussy to its intended use!"

"Yes, Master." Hermione moaned. She opened his trousers, freed his cock with soft hands and aligned him with her sopping wet slit.

Harry groaned in pleasure when she lowered herself on his cock and he felt himself sliding inside her wet channel.

"Fuck, you're tight! How can you still be this tight?" he exclaimed when he was fully lodged inside her, and Hermione only moaned as she started moving her hips back and forth, riding him at a quickening pace.

"Fucktoy!" Harry called out, remembering the girl who was still kneeling under the table, slowly pumping a finger inside her pussy, looking rather flustered. "Come here and lick my balls while Pet rides me!"

With his eyes drawn to his Pet's bouncing tits, he didn't watch how the redhead reluctantly crawled towards him, but he felt her wet tongue massaging his balls a few seconds later.

For a while, he simply enjoyed the sensations of both girls pleasuring him, but he soon felt himself getting close. His Pet's moans were also increasing.

"Do you need to cum, Pet?" he asked lowly.

Hermione wanted to scream that she did, but she somehow managed to hold herself back even now.

"Only - ooohhhh! - only if it pleases you, Master." she panted with a loud moan, and Harry smiled at her before he gave her a deep kiss.

"You're such a good girl! Such a perfect little slut!" he praised her when he drew back. "But I'm sorry." he whispered and leaned closer to her, pressing a kiss to her neck. "But you can't cum today."

Her desperate whimper almost caused him to cum right there, and her wide, pleading eyes as she silently begged him for an orgasm were a sight to behold. She didn't voice her feelings, however.

"Yes, Master." she groaned, never slowing down her movements. "Thank you for reminding your Pet of her place."

Harry also rocketed his hips back and forth, meeting her hips with his own thrusts. "Yes, this is your place, Pet. To use your slutty holes to bring pleasure to your Master! Are you ready for my cum?"

"Yes, Master! Please, Master, fill your Pet's pussy with your cum!" Hermione moaned, squeezing down on his cock as tightly as she could.

Her clenching pussy finally did it for him. He felt his balls tighten, and in the next moment, he felt himself explode inside her, pumping his cum into her depths until he was spent.

"Fucktoy, clean my cock!" he told the girl at his feet as he pulled his slick cock from his Pet's cum-dripping pussy while Hermione cuddled against him, resting her head on his chest. "And then clean out your Mistress's pussy! Get every last drop of cum out of her!"

Ginny groaned. Reluctantly, grimacing in disgust, she moved upwards from his balls and began licking his shaft clean of cum and pussy juices. And she was crying silent tears when she then continued on by lapping up the cum that was seeping from the other girl's pussy. It seeped onto her tongue from her depths and some of it dribbled onto her face, and she gulped down one gooey, disgusting mouthful of spunk after another until she had gotten everything.

"Looking good." Harry commented, smirking down at Ginny below him when Hermione finally climbed off his lap. "You really look much nicer with your face covered with cum and pussy juice! Spread it over your face, and then lick your hands clean!"

With no other choice but to obey her orders, Ginny did as commanded, despairing at the never-ending series of humiliations forced upon her.

"Now, that was nice." Harry said contently. "Get dressed, girls. Let's get some lunch. We can continue with our research afterwards."

Even though their research hadn't been very successful, he was still in a very good mood when he and his girls left the Room of Requirement.

After lunch, Harry was held back by Professor Slughorn, who approached him at the Gryffindor table just as he had finished his meal.

"Harry, my boy!" the teacher greeted him and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I suppose I have you to thank for the good news?"

"What news, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Minerva just told me that she has withdrawn her application as headmistress. Apparently, the governors started asking her some very uncomfortable questions about some events at school in recent years. Even when Albus was to blame for most of it, the governors made it clear to her that they want a fresh start. I guess that was your doing, my boy?"

"No need to thank me, Professor." Harry replied, happy about the news. "I'm just doing what I think is best for the school. Will you be made headmaster then?"

Slughorn gave a long sigh. "Ah, unfortunately, it will still be difficult for me to get the two-thirds of the votes needed to become headmaster. Some members of the board have put forth another nominee."

Harry frowned. "Who? Who's the nominee, and who nominated him?"

"Well, the governors responsible belong to a circle of wealthy Purebloods. They were allies of Lucius Malfoy until he was ousted from the board a year ago. Now, they're led by governor Greengrass. He nominated a Ministry official, Madam Dolores Umbridge. An altogether unpleasant person, if you forgive me for saying so, but she's a staunch traditionalist, one might call her reactionary, and she has a suitable background. She was head of the office for the reasonable restriction of underage sorcery, until she became Minister Fudge's Undersecretary."

"I see. Maybe I should write a letter to Fudge then." Harry mused

"Maybe." Slughorn agreed. "But he doesn't support her officially, and she's not running as a nominee of the Ministry but as a private person with the backing of some of the governors. Legally, the Minister can't stop her from applying for another job."

"That's too bad. Greengrass..." Harry mumbled, glancing across the hall to the Slytherin table. "He has children here at school?"

"Yes, his daughters are in Slytherin." Slughorn confirmed Harry's suspicion. "The elder one is in your year, you probably know her."

"Not well." Harry said and shrugged. "Anyway, thanks for the update. I'm sure the board will see reason soon enough and elect you as headmaster. And I'll think of ways to bolster your support if I can."

"Thank you, my boy." Slughorn said brightly. "I doubt that Umbridge has any chance to get the necessary votes, so they might drop her eventually. It will just take a while, I suspect. But of course I'll be happy to have your continued support. I'm already in your dept."

"Don't mention it." Harry said. "I'm happy to help."

When Slughorn departed after a few more words of thanks, Harry glanced back at the Slytherin table and frowned at the pretty blonde girl sitting among her classmates but away from Malfoy and his goons.

He knew Daphne Greengrass from his classes, even when he couldn't remember ever having spoken a word with her. She wasn't a bully like Malfoy and his ilk, nor had he ever heard her speak ill of Muggleborns or anyone else, but her attitude and her contemptuous looks at Hermione and others made it clear enough that she was just as bigoted as Malfoy even when she wasn't as outspoken about it as many of her fellow Slytherins.

In that moment, she glanced up and caught him looking at her, and she wrinkled her nose disdainfully at him before turning away and whispering something to the girl next to her.

Harry narrowed his eyes and frowned, annoyed by the news Slughorn had told him. Looking over at Greengrass again, he resolved that he wouldn't allow this bitch's father to ruin his plans for the school, and he was musing on how he might deal with the family. But while the girl was a bigoted bitch, she was also rather pretty, he mused. A smirk started playing on his lips as he thought about his options.

When he and his girls left the Great Hall, Harry leaned close to Hermione and whispered to her. "You know, I really hope we make some progress fast with our research."

Hermione nodded. "You mean because Cho is following us?"

"No, because - What?" Harry exclaimed, looking around in surprise.

"She's hiding behind that alcove back there." Hermione said lowly, nodding towards a corner at the back end of the corridor.

"What's she up to now?" Harry wondered angrily while she sped up and took some turns into adjacent corridors to get rid of their pursuer. Hermione had to jog to keep up with him, and Ginny trailed behind them.

Hermione shrugged in response to his question. "I don't know, Master."

"I'm aware that she's still trying to get back at me for contributing to Diggory's death. Delusional bitch. But what is she hoping to achieve by stalking me?" Harry asked.

"I suppose she'll tell us once we find a solution to our current problem." Hermione commented.

"Right. No point in speculating now." Harry agreed. "But, anyway, that wasn't what I wanted to talk about. After what Slughorn told me, I was thinking about adding Greengrass to the list, too. Her father is trying to influence the election of the next headmaster. Trying to install one of his cronies. And we can't have that, can we? Not when I'm influencing the election to install one of my cronies."

"Right, so what's the plan?" Hermione asked nonchalantly, not at all surprised at the prospect of the harem growing further. She had expected something like this to happen, and even to her own surprise, she found that she really didn't mind. She actually had to admit to herself that she looked forward to it. It was promising to be a lot of fun, and she felt secure in her place as Harry's Number One that she didn't feel threatened by the other girls.

"Well, I don't know yet." Harry responded. "We need to find out more about her. But getting to her would probably provide a way to take out her father."

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, probably. Even more important to find a good solution then. But if dark spells aren't secure enough and we can't use dark rituals or dark artefacts I'm starting to wonder whether there's any dark magic at all that-"

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide.

"That's it!" she exclaimed. "We don't need dark magics! There's a much simpler solution! I have to check something in the library!"

With that, she darted off, running down the corridor towards the library. Harry stood rooted to the spot, looking after her with bemusement, chuckling slightly.

"She still does that." he commented and turned to Ginny, shaking his head. "You think I should punish her for it? For running off like that? Though I doubt I'll be able to cure her of these bad habits no matter what I do."

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Well, whatever will we do until she's back? Any suggestions?"

Ginny cringed when he gave her a lecherous grin.

"I did promise to fuck you, didn't I?" he said. "Should we go back to the Room of Requirement or - I guess any classroom will do. Come here!"

He opened the next door in the corridor leading to an empty classroom and ushered the girl inside. With a quick wave of his wand, he sealed the door behind him and then turned towards Ginny, who looked at him with a mixture of fear, hate and apprehension.

"Get naked, Fucktoy!" Harry commanded next, and Ginny dejectedly unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and then allowed her skirt to fall to the floor, trying in vain to cover her nakedness with her hands.

"Which of your holes do you want me to use?" he asked her teasingly.

Ginny only shook her head desperately. "Please don't. Not again." she begged.

"Turn around and bend over the next table!" Harry told her. "Spread your legs and show me your slutty pussy!"

Crying silent tears, Ginny did as instructed and leaned over the closest table, exposing herself completely to him, trembling as she waited for him to take her from behind once again.

Harry didn't waste any time and freed his stiffening cock from his trousers as he approached her. He aligned himself and pressed his tip against her slit, eliciting a fearful whimper from the girl, and then pushed his hips forward, ramming his entire length into her tight pussy.

"Oww!" Ginny groaned as she was stretched painfully, but Harry only chuckled.

"This is nice." he told her, leaning close to her ear while he pounded into her. "But I think I'll fuck all your holes this go around."

"Please - aah!" Ginny sobbed when he pulled the butt plug from her arse and pushed it into her unwilling mouth. It muffled her next pained shriek, when moments later, he slid out of her moist cunt and rammed his cock into her even tighter back passage.

"Ah, that's it!" he groaned in pleasure. "That's my little anal whore! Do you need to cum, Fucktoy?"

He wrapped his arms around her and reached down to her pussy with one hand, teasing her clit and rolling her sensitive nub between his fingers.

With her mouth stuffed, Ginny couldn't respond verbally. She only sobbed, shaking her head hysterically.

Harry was pleased to feel her getting wetter in response to the rough anal shag and his teasing. "I can't believe how wet you are, Fucktoy! You're a filthy anal slut that gets off on this, aren't you? There's no use in denying it! Just accept it! Don't you want to cum, Fucktoy?"

Ginny was utterly beside herself. After all the teasing at the morning, she was even more sensitive than usual, and the sensations were getting too much for her. Defeated, she finally nodded her head, pleading to him to finally grant her release.

"You really want to cum, Fucktoy?" Harry asked again while he pounded into her even harder.

"Hesh. Hhheeshh!" Ginny moaned, nodding desperately, the words muffled by the plug in her mouth.

"Hah! I knew it!" Harry laughed. "Well, my little anal slut, you better learn some patience then! Because you won't get to cum any time soon!"

"HNNNHHH!" Ginny moaned desperately.

"In fact, I think you've enjoyed yourself enough now." Harry said. He slid his cock out of her quivering arse, whirled the girl around and pushed her to her knees. "Put the plug back where it belongs, and then finish me off with your mouth!"

Ginny was disoriented for a second before she did as commanded. She pulled the plug from her mouth, grimaced as she shoved it back in her abused arse, and then reached for her Master's slick cock.

Reluctantly, she parted her lips and began servicing him with her mouth, trying not to think of where his cock had just been before.

Harry enjoyed her suctions and her tongue twirling around his cock for a short while, but he had been close already and so it didn't take him much longer until he finally felt himself tipping over the edge.

"Here it comes, Fucktoy!" he yelled as his climax hit him and he began spurting his cum into her mouth.

Ginny tried her best not to gag as her mouth was flooded with hot spunk and she could do nothing but to take it all and continue pleasuring him.

Harry groaned in pleasure as his slave didn't stop sucking him until he was spent and her mouth was completely filled with his seed. Only when he felt that she had completely drained his balls, he finally drew back and smirked down at the girl at his feet, enjoying the look of shame and defeat in her eyes.

"That was nice, Fucktoy. You're making progress." he commented. "Well, enjoy your reward. You may enjoy it for a while. No need to swallow. I don't need you to talk."

He chuckled and stepped back from the silently sobbing girl. "Get dressed, and then let's get back to the Room of Requirement."

From behind an alcove hidden from view, Cho Chang watched with a malicious grin as Harry Potter and a dishevelled Ginny Weasley left a classroom at the end of the corridor in front of her.

She cheered inwardly, feeling giddy with excitement. It was pretty obvious what he and the girl had been up to. Clearly, they had been snogging in that classroom for the entire time!

"Cheating on Granger, huh, Potter?" she whispered to herself. She finally had him! Now, how to use that information to her advantage?

She wanted it to be known by all that he had not informed Cedric about the dragons because he wanted to get all the glory to himself. She wanted it to be known publicly that he wasn't the perfect hero he pretended to be and that the papers and most of the public made him out to be.

But would revealing his infidelity be enough to sway the public about him? She wasn't sure. As she retreated back into the shadows, she decided that she needed to come up with a plan fast.

Without noticing the onlooker, Harry led Ginny back to the Room of Requirement.

He had just closed the door behind him and ordered Ginny to strip again when the door was opened for a second time and Hermione joined them, having already returned from the library with a new stack of books under her arm.

"Ah, Pet, that was fast." Harry greeted her, noting her excited expression.

"Yes, Master." Hermione said brightly. "It didn't take long to find what I was looking for."

"Well, let's sit down and let me hear it." Harry said and made to walk to the table in the middle of the room, but he halted when he glanced towards Ginny who was kneeling on the floor to their side, fully naked by now.

He smirked at her while he thought about what to do with her. "Fucktoy, I don't have use of you now and I don't have time to look for suitable toys for you. So just stay here, and play with the plug in your arse! Pull it out and shove it back in, as fast as you can, until you're told to stop!"

The redhead's eyes widened in shock at the command, but she still reached for the plug in her arse and pulled at it, compelled by her own magic.

"Hnngg! Hhhsshh- HHNNGG!" she moaned in pain, unable to open her cum-filled mouth to beg properly, while she pumped the huge butt plug back and forth inside her, torturing her already much abused anal ring. "HHNNGG! GGNNHH! HHEESSHH-"

"And stay silent!" Harry demanded, silencing her immediately. "Don't distract me and Pet when we have work to do!"

He watched on for a moment as the young redhead continued raping her tight arse, crying silent tears, before he gave a nod of satisfaction and turned his back on her to join his Pet at the table and find out what she had discovered.

"You know, Pet." he started as he sat down next to her. "I have half a mind to punish you for running off like you did."

Hermione paled as she realised how disrespectful she been to her Master. "I'm sorry, Master." she whispered ruefully, lowering her head. "I'm sorry. I know I deserve to be punished. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

She made to kneel down at the floor, but Harry caught her by her arms and pushed her back into her seat.

"Never mind that now." he said. "I'll make a decision on that later. The important things first. Did you find a solution to our problem?"

"Yes, Master." Hermione nodded, her mood perking up again. "I looked at books on magical contracts for descriptions on how to get out of one."

Harry frowned, remembering that he had read some of those books himself during his research on the Tournament, but he couldn't recall finding anything of interest.

"And?" he asked.

"There aren't any such descriptions." Hermione told him.

"What?"

"That's the point." she explained. "There is no information on that, because you can't break them. It's simply impossible to break them. With some forms of magical contracts, like with an Unbreakable Vow, you'll die if you attempt to break them. But with others, you can't even attempt that much. A magical contract containing the right phrases and sealed in a suitable way can't be broken at all. As in, you're physically unable to break it."

"Interesting." Harry mused.

"Yes." the girl continued. "For example, I think that's similar to what the Goblet of Fire does. What did everyone say why you had to compete?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, Dumbledore and all the others only said that I couldn't break the contract. They didn't say why. I actually never found out precisely what would be the punishment if I broke the contract."

"Exactly." Hermione said. "I believe that this is because you literally cannot break the contract. You have no choice but to compete. Your own magic will make you even if you tried to refuse."

"Fucking hell! I'm under a compulsion right now?" Harry exclaimed.

"More than a compulsion, actually. A magical bond." Hermione said. "Well, I believe that's at least true for the other champions. Whether that bond formed for you, too, I don't know. You didn't enter your name, after all. You could test if you're still affected somehow, but it doesn't really matter. It's a moot point now, as you want to compete anyway."

"Right. But such a bond, it can form with any magical contract?" Harry asked.

"Well, if you mean by that whether it's possible to create such a bond with a magical contract, then yes." Hermione said with a grin. "It needs to have the right wording, it should probably be best signed with blood, and the victim would have to sign it consciously and of their own free will. To be more precise, they can neither be tricked to sign it unknowingly, nor can they be magically compelled."

"That doesn't help us much then, does it?" Harry asked with a frown. "I could Imperius a girl, but if she can't sign the contract then, what's the point?"

"The point is that you can still force them to sign the contract. You just can't use magic. Not directly, at least." Hermione said, and the coin dropped for Harry.

"Ah... Blackmail." Harry nodded.

"Blackmail, a clever deception." Hermione agreed.

"Torture." he added.

"Yes, any of that will work. With the right contract, it will create a lasting bond that cannot be broken."

"You know, Pet, I think you've really earned yourself a reward now." Harry concluded brightly. "And I think we can forget your little lack of discipline earlier this one time. But I'm afraid that reward will have to wait a little bit longer."

He laid out quill and parchment on the table.

"First, we have a contract to write."