Master Mine

BY : ~*LissaDream & snowblind12
Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes
Dragon prints: 18535
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with JK Rowling or The Harry Potter franchise in anyway. I make no money off my stories.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own and I'm not making any money off it. I write for fun.

First. I am co-writing this with my wonderful friend SnowBlind12. We are also co-authoring another story called A World Not Fit to Live In. I write the bulk of this one, she writes the bulk of that one, but we both have heavy hands in plot idea, flow of the story, etc. We email the stories back and forth and use notes in Word and type in our own colors to add and change things. It's one hell of a process, and because of this...we have these two amazing stories we're super proud of. Please give her credit when you review! She deserves it!

Second, I feel I must put here that while my husband and I lead a very UN-vanilla life-style (we like to experiment) I am not a submissive, nor is my husband a Dominant. I have never participated in the D/s or M/s lifestyle. (Though I would VERY much like to, my husband isn't as keen. He does, however, like to play enough to keep me more than satisfied.) I am fascinated in this lifestyle, and everything I know is through research and discussing this entire story with someone I know who has experience in the life-style. IF YOU ARE PART OF THIS LIFESTYLE and you feel I portrayed something that is very wrong, PLEASE tell me. I will make changes to make it right. I want to do this lifestyle justice and do my best to portray it as it should be: there's nothing wrong with it - sexuality (no matter your kind) should be celebrated. Sex is a vital part to life that keeps us happy and content. That being said, this is a work of fiction and sometimes things may be embelished.

AN: No need to leave a review OR read this story if you are going to complain about OR if the following things bother you - 1. Character Pairing: If you don't like a Slytherin/Hermione pairing, move on. 2. Age Difference of Character Pairing: The age gap just ISN'T that big of a deal. 3. BDMS lifestyle and any of the following tags.


Adult Tags: 3 plus, anal sex, BDSM, Bi, Dom, DP, D/s, Exhib, H/C, HJ, Humil, Het, Slash, M/s, OC, Oral, Rim, Solo, Spank, Toys, WIP

Read at your own risk. If you don't like it - we don't need to hear from you. Flames are not necessary - just walk away.

Chapter One
Structural Betas: LadyKardasi 
Structural update 12/01/2017: Theo121

Hermione Granger sighed, closing and locking the door of her small law firm above Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley. Another late night, and if it weren’t for her plans this evening, it would be another pitch-black walk home to a dark, lonely flat. She was tired of always being either at work or alone, and wondered for perhaps the millionth time that year why she failed so epically at relationships.

It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. At twenty-seven years old, she’d had a dozen relationships, spanning a few months to almost two years. With every single one, however, the spark fizzled and died like a wet Weasley’s Wildfire Whiz-bang. The most recent had been a four-month affair with Oliver Wood. She shook her head, somewhat exasperated with herself. When was she going to learn that as much as she was attracted to Quidditch players, they never had enough in common with her to make a go of it for long. And the sex…Merlin’s pants…the sex had been awful. Stale, boring, too fast, minimal foreplay. She had gotten some great acting practice in on her fake orgasms, though. Looking back at it, she was surprised it had taken her four months to end it. Instead of being hurt and confused, he had looked almost relieved when she broke it off. This had made her wish he had been the one to break it off, and much earlier. She had held on too long out of guilt.

Sex had never been good for Hermione and she just didn’t understand why. Reflecting on things, she could count on one hand how many times she had gotten off when she wasn’t the one doing the work, and still have fingers left over. Nothing excited her. She had read romance novels and instructive works, she knew the mechanics and biology behind sex, and she had been told by more than one man she was stellar at giving a good blow job (something she prided herself on in the bedroom department) – but none of that seemed to help. There was no fire, no passion, no one had ever ignited her the way she longed for.

She had some passionate relationships in the terms of intellectual stimulation and blatant attraction. She had also had some hot and heavy petting that had thrilled her enough she was optimistic it would lead to explosions in the bedroom…but no. Near the end of her and Ron’s relationship (the only relationship that had lasted almost two-years), he had finally fumbled around enough to get her off before satisfying himself. She had broken up with him a month later, after they had only slept together three times during that time. This (after two years of four to five times a week) led her to believe he wanted out but didn’t know how to go about it.

They’d remained the best of friends, even better now that the stress of trying to maintain a failing relationship was behind them. The only other man in her life who had been able to get her off without her help had been a Muggle one-night stand when she was twenty-three. She had pulled a Coyote-Ugly the next morning. He had been a truly unattractive man. She shuddered just thinking about it. She liked to believe she was above such things as looks, but you actually had to be able to look at a person without cringing, yeah? In order to get to know them and make conversation. It was just her luck that the alcohol-induced romp had been the most satisfying of her life.

Was it sad that she found cold, plastic toys bought at a Muggle sex shop better at intimacies than any lover she’d had in her young adult life? You’re not bloody kidding yourself, it’s sad. She sighed again, pocketing her keys and making her way to Knockturn Alley.

Knockturn Alley had changed quite a bit since the end of the second Wizarding War, although it was still a little sketchy. She enjoyed the makeover of Obscure Books, and a couple of young adult clubs had sprung up. She was meeting Ginny and Luna at their favorite – Patronus. The streets had been cleaned up of beggars and dark object peddlers, and ladies of the night. She was excited for their once-a-month girls’ night out. She missed the more frequent dates with her girlfriends, but Luna and Ron’s twins had just turned one and Ginny and Harry’s boys were two and a half and almost one. She pulled her cloak around her more tightly, stamping her feet to keep out the late November cold as she continued to plod out of Diagon Alley.

She had decided to work late tonight, calling it quits around eight-thirty so she could get herself ready for their night out. She knew the girls would probably call it a night by eleven-thirty at the latest. She had been told over and over again during the last year that she “would understand someday” that the fatigue of being a parent just got to you, and staying up late wasn’t as feasible as it once was.

To be honest, Hermione was already feeling it, and she didn’t have children yet. When she had challenged that it was just growing older as an adult and having more pressing responsibilities, she received titters and an exchange of knowing looks that infuriated her. It frustrated her greatly that her two closest girlfriends and her two best friends had a connection between them that she didn’t share. It made her feel extremely left out. A fifth wheel as it were. She paused outside the entrance to Patronus, hoping to spot her friends in line. She was about ten minutes early, and it seemed as though they hadn’t arrived yet. She approached the club, watching with fascination as one couple towards the end of the line snogged passionately, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, hips grinding together. She couldn’t imagine wanting someone so much that she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands to herself in a public line. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the end of the queue. Ten minutes later, Luna and Ginny showed up with big smiles and hugs. Hermione, whose eyes had been riveted to the fierily embracing couple up the row, was startled by their arrival. Damn, I need to get laid.

A little more than two hours later, she was decidedly tipsy and having a great time with her much more sober friends. They had discussed the upcoming holiday festivities planned; Hermione was to be at the Burrow as usual. Maybe this was the year Charlie Weasley would finally persuade her into to his bed. He’d been after her the previous two, and both times she had evaded him neatly. If she didn’t get laid soon, though (and laid well), she couldn’t be held responsible for her choices. This six-month dry spell was killing her, as evident by her raging, hormonal thoughts.

“I’m bushed,” Ginny said when Hermione shouted the next round was on her. “I think I have to get going.”

“Yeah…me too,” Luna said. “The boys have been getting up at 5:30 every morning. I’m going to be destroyed tomorrow if I don’t get to bed.”

Hermione’s face fell as she looked between her two friends. “It’s only 10:45!” she whinged. “Stay for a little bit longer…please?”

“I’m sorry, Hermione.” Ginny truly did look sorry at her friend’s crestfallen expression. “Al has an ear infection and I know I’m going to be up with him a few times tonight. He’s such a mama’s boy, doesn’t want anything to do with Harry if I’m to be had. I need to get to bed.”

“I’m sorry Al is sick.” Hermione tried to hide her dejection at their early departure. It’s not that she didn’t feel bad that Albus was ill, she was just annoyed to be losing her friends so early in the evening. “That sucks. It’s okay, you guys go ahead and take off. I’m going to stay a little bit longer.”

Luna looked uncertain. “Are you sure, Hermione? Why don’t you turn in, too?”

“Nah.” She shook her head. “I need a little bit more let loose time before I call it a night. It’s okay. You two get home to your babies.”

She was disappointed when they both listened. Maybe this is part of the reason why my relationships always fail spectacularly, she thought to herself. She watched the girls get their cloaks from the coat check before they turned to give her one last wave before heading to the Disapparition room. I always give in and never get what I need.

She sighed and turned her drink bottoms up to drain the glass. She needed to pee and wasn’t going to let good liquor go to waste. She had no one to watch it for her and leaving it unattended wasn’t an option.

Oddly, there was no line to the ladies, so she pushed into the room quickly, only to abruptly freeze in shock. The kissing couple from the line had the room occupied and Hermione wondered if she had unconsciously broken through a simple ward. (It wouldn’t have been the first time her wandless magic took over when something was urgent…like her very overfull bladder.) No sooner had that thought come and gone, when she wondered if she shouldn’t be taking off to get some help.

The wizard had the pretty brunette witch bent over a counter at the far end of the room. Her arms were twisted behind her, wrists held by one of his long-fingered hands, and he was…spanking her. Hard. From where Hermione was standing, she could see the left butt cheek of the witch was bright red with palm prints fanning out towards her hips and down her thighs. She also caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a very slick sex, literally glistening in the fluorescent light of the restroom. It was the noises she was making, though, that stopped Hermione from running for the nearest security wizard. The witch sounded like she was being fucked – and fucked well.

Hermione felt heat rise to her cheeks and a bit of dizziness engulfed her as the sights and sounds instantly caused her knickers to flood . It was arousing. More than arousing. It was hot. Then his words filled her ears and she was rooted to the spot, pussy dripping, breath starting to come more quickly as her heart ticked up a notch.

“Naughty little witches get their arses turned hot and red, don’t they, love?” Another blow landed, and another. The witch arched her back into the spanks and moaned. It sounded like Hermione’s rehearsed and well-practiced fake orgasms. Only this was definitely not fake.

“Yes…sir,” she hissed out on a low groan as the next four blows jiggled her backside. Hermione let out a soft moan.

The wizard’s head shot up and he made eye contact with her in the mirror. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, striking blue eyes. His face was angular and his eyebrows arched in surprise at finding her there. He took in her flushed expression and wide eyes and smirked knowingly at her before resuming the punishment of his witch. “We have an audience, pet. I think she likes what we’re doing, should we let her watch?”

More blows fell, the witch gasped and arched again. “Yes, sir!” she panted, not looking up.

“Come closer, witch.” The man directed Hermione, eyes locking on her as he continued to methodically drop heavy slaps in a fast-paced rhythm. The dark-haired witch in front of him continued to moan wantonly, and Hermione watched in fascination as the girl widened her stance, exposing her dripping sex further.

Not knowing why, Hermione complied with the wizard’s request instantly, moving three steps closer to the couple and cocking her head to the side to glean a better view of the goings-on. She saw the man smirk in the mirror before he turned his attention back to the witch. “How many is that, Pet?” He gave her another hard slap, Hermione observed a white handprint quickly fading back to a deep pink. The poor girl’s ass must be on fire, she thought. Why did that turn her on?

“Forty-two, sir!” the girl cried out. “Oh, Gods. It burns, sir. Please touch my pussy, sir, I’m so wet!”

“Oh!” Hermione’s hand came up to clutch her throat; her visceral reaction to the woman’s desperate plea was instantaneous. She thought she had been turned on before, now her need was raging. The man’s eyes snapped up to hers again and he leered at her.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he told her in a demanding tone.

Hermione’s lips parted in surprise as thoughts tumbled through her head, completely out of control. She made an impulsive and split-second decision. Pulling her wand out, she sent a new, stronger warding at the door before sliding it back into her skirt.  Then her fingers, almost with a mind of their own, flew to the row of tiny buttons of her cranberry colored blouse, popping them open quickly to expose a black balconette bra. She watched in excitement as the stranger’s eyes darkened, his already dilated pupils blowing wide. She started to tremble.

“Fifty, sir!” The witch underneath him ground out with a strangled yelp. Hermione’s gaze couldn’t be torn away as she watched the man slowly trace the line of the witch’s slit, she could see her juices coating her thighs and pubic hair.

The woman gasped and thrust her hips back, seeking more stimulation. She jumped when the wizard glanced another stinging blow across her cheeks, making her cry out.

“Stay still, Pet. This is your only warning, or there will be fifty more spankings to take.”

The girl whimpered, but did not move as he sunk two fingers into her channel. “Gaaaah!” She sounded like she had never felt so good in her entire life and Hermione continued to stare, open-mouthed and panting, at the couple. Reflexively, she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for friction.

He quickly and methodically brought the witch to a screaming climax that made Hermione tremble with a desperate need and a longing that was as confusing as it was frantic.

“Stand up, Pet,” he growled, grasping her by her hair.  He pulled her to stand, cranking her chin up forcefully.

Hermione got to see her face for the first time. She was very pretty. Dark, coffee brown tresses fell around her face and her eyes were a pale blue, almost grey. Her face was flushed and blank with a mixed look of desire and satiation. A lust like Hermione had never experience leaked out of her pores . Hermione took an involuntary step back from them, her heart rate increasing. What was she doing, barging in on an intimate experience like this? She had no idea who these people were.

“She’s lovely, sir.” The girl whispered. “I see why you didn’t turn her away.”

“Powerful, too, Pet. Do you feel it?”

“Yes, sir. Are you going to ask her to join us, sir?”

The man sneered at his pet. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” the girl breathed.

“Would you like to join us, kitten?” the man asked, his sneer turning to a devilish grin at Hermione with his invitation.

Suddenly, Hermione panicked. “What…? Oh, no. No. I’m terribly sorry,” she stammered, taking another step back. Her fingers flew to button up the blouse she had undone. What in the world had possessed her to unbutton her blouse?! Just because some freak in the ladies’ room asked her to? What the hell was the matter with her?

She blanched as tears sprung to her eyes. Why was she so turned on? She had never felt like this before in her life. Nothing and no one had ever made her so wet and desperate for release.

Both sets of eyes watching her suddenly seemed to soften. It was like they understood exactly what she was feeling in that very moment.

“I should go!” Hermione spun and was almost to the door when a hand grabbed her elbow. It was the woman.

“Hey,” she said softly. “It’s okay. Are you okay?” Hermione glanced up over her shoulder to see piercing grey-blue eyes watching her appraisingly.

“I am fine. I’m so embarrassed,” she replied ashamedly. “I’ll leave you two. I’ll ward the door again. I’m not even sure why I stayed. I’m so sorry I interrupted you.”

“Stop.” The grey-eyed girl insisted. “Don’t apologize. Listen – have you ever done something like this before?”

“No.” She didn’t know so much hysteria could be put into one word. Why was she talking to this woman? She was mortified; she had to get out of here.

“Calm down, I’m sure you have a lot of questions. I know I did with my first encounter.” The girl held out a card and Hermione met her eyes questioningly before taking it cautiously. “My name is Rose, this is my Master, Etan. If you want to know more, you can find us here most weekends.” She tapped the card and Hermione’s eyes dropped to it.

Can be found at 84 Knockturn Alley
All welcome

“We’d be happy to answer any you come up with.”

Hermione looked to Master Etan with wide eyes before turning back to Rose, who smiled warmly at her before reaching out and grabbing her wrist. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Hermione’s opposite hand flew up to cover her mouth, and she stifled a sob of horrified confusion mixed with relief. “I need to go.” Rose let her go quickly and she bolted, slamming the door behind her as she fled. 

Author Notes: *Hangs head in shame* I know, I have too many stories happening. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm a bit scattered when it comes to my story writing. I hope you enjoy this anyway.

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