It had been a few days since Harry had dressed and used Hermione, and it was now the weekend. He had been thinking about what he wanted to do next ever since, Hermione was still wearing her stultified uniform around school, and Harry couldn't get the image of her in the bunny suit out of his mind. He wanted to push her even further, he wanted to dress her up in all kinds of slutty lingerie, he wanted to fuck her.
And he wanted to warp her mind further. Making her obey his every instruction was already incredibly fun, but what if he used the book to change her aspirations? Maybe he could give her trigger words that would make her act a certain way. He could make her act like a total whore, desperate for sex, or he could make her hopelessly addicted to being with him. The world was truly at his fingertips.
He currently sat at his desk, twirling a quill between his fingers, what if he went one step further, it wasn't just Hermione that he could control after all, it was all of Hogwarts, he could turn the whole school into a personalised home for all his sexual desires.
Of course, he didn't have to totally change Hermione's brain, he could just push a smaller change. What would happen if she cared about her appearance as much as she did her grades? Or what if every time she answered a question in class, she got a little bit hornier?
It was then a much better idea hit him, what if he made her addicted to the humiliation she craved? He could make it so that every time she indulged in her little fetish, she would want it more and more, until one day she couldn't go without it.
Perhaps he should change how the book worked too, maybe there was a way he could remove the physical connection required with the book, it was impractical to carry the book everywhere with him, and it would be so much more convenient if he could somehow write in it with his mind. He could change things on the fly.
He had a grin on his face as he pulled the book forward, excited for another day of reality bending.
Good Morning Harry Potter, what would you like to do today?
Harry eagerly scribbled in the book.
Is there a way we can change how this works? It would be much easier if I could make requests without having to physically write in this book. Is there a way I can connect this to my mind?
One of its pages curled inwards, the corner scratching against itself as if it was thinking.
I can't connect directly to your mind, that isn't how this magic works. But, I can create a device which writes what you want in the book from afar, but you won't get my responses, would that be suitable, Harry Potter?
Harry quickly agreed to the idea, it was close enough, he would be able to change reality from afar, just not get information from or talk to the book. It wasn't a bad compromise.
As soon as he agreed the book started to glow, a light blue aura surrounding it as it slowly started to shake. The shaking got more and more violent, increasing to a point where the book began to float up from the desk, before suddenly it ceased, the book slamming down to the desk with a loud thud.
As Harry nervously looked towards the book, he saw its next message slowly fade onto the pages.
There we go, if you now picture yourself writing in the book, you should be able to write whatever you want within my pages, please, give it a try, Harry Potter.
Harry took a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut, and picturing himself as he was now. Sat at his desk, quill in hand, about to write in the book. In his head he repeated the message he wanted to write, 'Is this working? I hope this is working.'
After he repeated the message a few times he opened his eyes, and looked down at the book, a smile creeping onto his face as he saw the words he just thought about inscribing themselves on the page. The book quickly replied to him.
Perfect, it seems this works perfectly, Harry Potter. I hope this makes your life easier.
Harry couldn't contain his excitement, unsure what to do with himself, he just picked up the quill and wrote a message back, almost forgetting about his new power.
Thank you, this is brilliant. You have been as great as ever.
He didn't even give the book a chance to respond before writing another question.
Can you tell me where Hermione Granger currently is?
The book took a second, then replied.
Hermione Granger is currently in the library
Harry immediately stood up, put his robes on and left his room, heading for the library.
Hermione sat at one of the various desks towards the back of the library, her legs crossed and a book held to her chest, completely zoned out from her surroundings and absorbed in her reading.
It meant Harry could easily sneak up on her, and he had an idea, Hermione should still not care if he groped at her, so he reached out with both of his hands and grabbed at her chest, squeezing her two breasts in his hands.
Hermione let out a loud yelp. "Hey! Don't you dare grope me!" her hands frantically searched for her wand before she saw it was Harry, her body instantly relaxing. "O-Oh! It's just you Master! I thought it was someone else, but it's okay since it's you!"
A flutter of conversation started amongst a group of students studying not too far away, did Hermione Granger really just call someone Master? Did she just let someone grope her?
Harry pulled his arm over her shoulder, "Yes, there is no need to worry Hermione, it's just me, why don't you tell me about what you are reading!"
Hermione launched into one of her long-winded explanations, talking about Arithmancy and the importance of certain magical numbers, rather than pay attention Harry started to try his idea.
He pictured himself sitting at his desk once again, the book in front of him, 'Hermione Granger now completely craves to be Humiliated, and every time she is, she will want it a little bit more, and want it to be more extreme.'
As soon as he opened his eyes again Hermione stopped talking, her eyes glazed over for a second before she shook her head. She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together and looked around the library, she dropped her voice to nothing more than a whisper. "U-Uhm, can we go somewhere private, Master?"
Harry nodded his head, and started to help her pack up her books, "Of course, how about we head up to my room?"
Hermione nodded her head, picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, and the two set off to return to Harry's room.
As the two arrived at the top of the spiral staircase, Harry turned to Hermione, "So what was it that you wanted Hermione?" He already had an inkling, with any luck, she was about to ask to be humiliated in some way.
Hermione was already beginning to stutter over her words, "S-So, U-Uhm, I was thinking, I u-uhm, really enjoyed what we did the other day up here... with the bunny outfit... could you u-uhm, call me names like that again Master?"
Harry raised his eyebrow, feigning his shock, "Oh? You mean you would want me to call you a slut, is that it Hermione? You want me to call you out for being the whore you are?"
Hermione squirmed on the spot, her arms crossing over the front of her body, "Y-Yes please Master! I enjoy it when you do things like that!"
Harry reached out with one of his hands, and grabbed at the back of her neck, pulling her towards him, "Just look at you Hermione, you are walking around Hogwarts in your short skirt and your sexy thigh highs, you are begging for men to eye you up, you just want to be the total slut you are, don't you?"
Hermione's breath was already ragged, her arms shook by her side as she looked into Harry's eyes, "Y-Yes master! I love being a slut!"
Harry reached one hand behind her, flicking up her skirt and freely groped her ass, pinching the soft flesh in his hands, "That's a good girl, I bet you just want to drop on your knees and suck my cock right now, don't you Hermione?"
Hermione's cheeks turned red, "T-That doesn't matter Master!" but her reactions gave away her intentions, Harry was taken aback, he had underestimated just how much Hermione must enjoy this treatment, he thought he was forcing her into things, and it seemed she truly enjoyed it.
He took his words one step further, "You are here to get me off Hermione, that's your purpose, you do what I say, when I say, without question, right?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, "Yes master! I'm here for your pleasure, I will do whatever you ask, like a good slave!"
Harry grinned, "Is that what you want Hermione? You want to be my slave" Hermione nodded her head, "You want to do whatever I want, no matter what right?" she nodded her head again, "Good girl, let's see how far that goes." Harry let go of her ass, leaving her with a hard slap. "Get on your knees. Now!"
Hermione immediately dropped to the floor, instinctively spreading her legs, and looking up at him.
Harry snickered, "Such an obedient little bitch, now, why don't you beg for me to use you, slave"
Hermione bit her lip, and slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing her pink panties, which had a small bow attached, "P-Please use me however you want Master! I'll be a good slave and take whatever you want! You can use any part of me for whatever you want! You can f-fuck my pussy! Or force me to suck your cock for hours and I'll do it! I want to be used by you! Please!" Hermione shivered, pleasure washing over her body as she degraded herself for Harry.
Harry stared at Hermione's panties as she begged, "Good girl, you are so desperate for it! Why don't you slide your panties off for me."
"Y-Yes master! Of course!" she quickly reached her hands under her skirt, and pulled them down her sleek legs, revealing her tight, already wet pussy. It was clear just how horny Hermione already was, she was probably incapable of thinking as logically as she normally could at this point.
Harry had a fun idea in mind, if Hermione was to become addicted to humiliation, this would be perfect, he pulled out his wand and waved it at her skirt, shortening it by a few more inches, just enough so that if someone looked from the right angle, they would get a full view of her ass.
Harry said, "Okay slave, why don't you change your shirt a little, I want to see some of those beautiful breasts."
Hermine eagerly got to work, undoing the first few buttons of her shirt, and pulling it to the side, giving Harry a full view of her soft, round breasts, and pink bra which held them in place. "I-Is this good, Master?"
Harry nodded his head, "That's perfect Hermione, stand up for me!"
Hermione slowly stood up, her skirt now incredibly short, showing all of her legs, which looked silky smooth in the black thigh highs, her breasts perfectly on display, framed by the shirt.
Hermione openly stared at her body, "Perfect, now do a spin for me."
Hermione winced and took a deep breath, fully aware of what would happen, before quickly spinning around. Her skirt flared out in all directions, giving Harry an eyeful of her supple behind, and her tight entrance.
Harry immediately praised her, "Good girl! You look so sexy when you dress like the slut you are Hermione, do you want to know what my plan is?" Hermione nervously nodded her head, "I'm going to take you down to the Gryffindor common room exactly as you are now, understood?"
Hermione raised her hands in protest, working herself into a fluster, "Master! I can't do that! I can't have everyone see me in this state! Everyone will think poorly of me, and they'll be looking and staring."
Harry grinned, "Exactly, you can show everyone how pretty you can be! Now, you are going to come down into the common room with me, understood?"
Hermione wanted to refuse, to claim this was a step too far, that this was unacceptable. But she couldn't deny the small thrill the idea gave her, and Harry was telling her to do it, which meant she had to. Those were the rules.
She took a long, deep breath, "O-Okay master, I'll come downstairs with you now."
"Good girl!" Harry said, he gave her ass a quick spank, and slowly pulled her down the stairs. "Come on, let's go for a little walk!"
Hermione nervously played with the back of her skirt, trying to pull it as low as it would go to cover her ass, "Y-Yes master... I hope no one will take notice..."
Harry lodged his hand around her waist, and pulled her hands away from her skirt, making sure she couldn't lower it, they eventually came to the bottom of the staircase and stepped out into the common room.
Almost immediately eyes started to turn towards Hermione, the common room was fairly lively, students laying around working on homework, others playing various games as some stood and made idle conversation. Various different boys gawked at the site of her uniform, some staring at her breasts, others looking straight at her legs and short skirt.
Hermione buried her bright red face into Harry's shoulder, not wanting to look at anyone else, her legs shook as Harry slowly made her take steps forward. All she could hear were people's crass comments
"I didn't realise Hermione was such a slut, I bet if she bent over even slightly she would show everyone her ass!"
A group of girls gathered around the fireplace snickered, "It looks like she's just been fucked real good!"
One of a pair of boys muttered to the other, "She seems pretty easy, how about we see if we can sleep with her later!"
"I bet she sleeps with teachers for her grades!"
Hermione whimpered as she heard all of their comments, why did it make her feel good? She didn't understand it. Harry slowly pushed her forward, leading her towards the way.
Harry pictured himself back up at his desk, repeating the thought in his head, 'Hermione Granger wants nothing more than to flash everyone in the Gryffindor common room'
Hermione's mind was lit ablaze with the idea, what if she flipped up her skirt? She was sure everyone wanted to see a little bit more of her. Right? It's not like it would do any more harm than what had already been done. She really wanted to flash everyone, it would just be a small glimpse...
Harry was still pushing her forward, walking her towards the exit of the Gryffindor common room, she could just pretend to fall over, she would pretend to trip and her skirt would flair up, and she could give everyone what they wanted. The idea excited her.
She was getting close to the portrait hole now, so she went for it. She deliberately placed one foot in an awkward position and fell forward. She could feel the rush of the air around her, her skirt flipped up on her back, revealing her perfectly bare ass to all of the common room. As she hit the floor she made sure to arch her back, and slowly shake it from side to side to appease everyone.
Harry grinned as Hermione flashed the whole common room, the place was filled with people pointing and staring, people immediately gossiping, and he could see the hardening in some of the guy's trousers.
And Hermione truly was a site to behold. Her ass and pussy were fully on show for everyone, framed by her short, flipped-up skirt and the black thigh highs.
Hermione felt a rush as she lay for a second, it felt so good to flash everyone like this, so she had another idea, she slowly started to undo the last few buttons of her shirt and slowly stood up and turned around, pretending to dust herself off. Instead, as she turned the whole common room got a clean look at her bra and tits, causing a few chuckles.
Hermione's face was a deep shade of red, but her eyes sparkled, she loved how embarrassing it was, it turned her on so much. She slowly turned around, making sure to shake her hips seductively as she did so, and walked out of the portrait hole.
As soon as she was out of sight, the room erupted in chatter, with people completely unable to believe what they had just seen, others trying to desperately engrave the picture into their minds, never wanting to forget it.
Harry just chuckled as he followed Hermione out of the common room, he whispered into her ear, "I told you, you are a total slut, Hermione."
Hermione could only nod her head in agreement, "Yes master! I think I really enjoy showing off..." A flicker of regret appeared on her face, "It is annoying that people will probably ignore my academic accomplishments now. I wish It wasn't the case."
Harry however already had a plan for that scenario, he pictured the book again, 'Everyone but me and Hermione Granger will forget about her flashing the Gryffindor common room.'
Harry gave her a soft smile, "Something tells me they will have forgotten Hermione, let me just fix your uniform quickly." with a few flicks of his wand Hermione's outfit returned to its previously much more modest look.
Hermione looked puzzled, but she didn't question Harry, she doubted people would forget, but maybe he would stop them talking about it.
Harry couldn't do anything but grin, that had gone far better than he ever thought it would.
A/N: This chapter is a little different, I hope it is an enjoyable read. Please let me know in the comments, if there is anything you want Harry to do with Hermione next.