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Title: Need to know

Author: Opiem

Rating: pretty darned nc-17

Pairings: H/Hr, Hr/SS/PP, suggested Hr/DM, Hr/LM, Hr/BL

Warning: You nice kids go play outside. This is adult talk here now(bdsm,anal,oral,bi)

Summary: Harry gets a very up close and personal look at Hermione�s non-con issues.

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Need to Know

Harry reflected a moment on the old adage, �curiosity killed the cat.� He wiped Hermione�s sweaty brow with a cool damp cloth. Ordinarily, Harry found his best friend to be quite beautiful in an understated, bookwormish sort of way. Tonight, she was anything but beautiful. She was flushed with fever, eyes dull and glassy, and had a decided green tinge about her face. She looked like death warmed over. He didn�t care how she looked at the moment. He just wished he could make her suffering stop. At least the worst of it seemed to have passed already. If Pansy Parkinson wasn�t already suffering, Harry would�ve resolved to make her do so. But she was suffering, much more than Hermione he hoped. Probably not though, or if so not nearly enough for insulting and cursing the woman he loved.
It happened as they were leaving potions that afternoon. Hermione had grown used to the constant slurs cast her way by the Slytherins and rarely rose to the bait. That afternoon, however; her celebrated composure in the face of Slytherin taunts failed her. As she left the potions classroom, Pansy had shoved past her muttering, �Out of my way mudblood cunt.� For some unknown reason, Hermione had just snapped and fired a stinging hex at Pansy�s retreating backside. The warm glow of vengence didn�t last long. Pansy whirled and fired the food poisoning curse at Hermione, who frankly, should have been expecting something like that. Pansy did not let people get away with hexing her. Hermione, realizing her mistake too late, managed to get off confounds jinx before Pansy�s curse struck her.
Hermione lay back in bed too sick and too tired to do anything but groan and wish for death. She looked up at Harry with her fevered eyes. �Harry? I�m supposed to be assisting Professor Snape with our research project tonight. I don�t think I�m going to make it. Could you please tell him that I�m not going to be able to be there?�
Harry was a bit torn. On the one hand, he was dying to find out what this secret research project was all about. Hermione had adamantly refused to speak of it with anyone, claiming it was Top Secret and for his own safety he didn�t need to know. Well, maybe he didn�t NEED to know, but he sure as hell wanted to know. His burning curiosity took a back seat to his compassion for the moment. He leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead and murmured, �don�t worry Mione. I�ll take care of it.� Hermione smiled a thank you and snuggled down into her pillows, exhaustion claiming her. Harry smiled as she drifted off, snoring slightly. He loved his Mione and would do anything for her. He only wished she didn�t see him as a brother figure. He was glad she was finally able to sleep and he hoped she wouldn�t awaken until the final effects of the curse had worn off. He kissed her brow again.
Now that she was no longer in need of active comfort, Harry decided he should seek out Snape as promised. Well, he hadn�t actually promised to tell Snape she wasn�t coming, he had only promised to, �take care of it.� That left a lot of leeway in his opinion. He grinned to himself. For four months he�d tried to wheedle the secret out of Mione with no success at all. Here was an opportunity. The son-of-a-marauder considered just how he could use present circumstances to his advantage with an naughty grin. He was alone with Mione in her head girl room, and she was passed out from the fever and exhaustion of vomiting all afternoon. Mercifully, she was sleeping off the curse. Even if she awoke she�d be in no condition to find out what devious plan Harry was carrying out. Resolved to finally solve the mystery of the project, Harry began to plan.
He couldn�t just walk up and ask Snape to explain the project. He�d get no further on that tack than he had with Mione. In addition to finding out nothing, he�d be looking down the business end of a nasty detention just for having the gall to ask.
He could get his invisibility cloak and sneak into Snape�s private potions lab undetected and learn what he could by just observing. That wasn�t a bad option under normal circumstances. With Mione laid low, however; it was quite likely that whatever research was planned for that evening would be rescheduled until she was feeling better.
That was the heart of the problem. He could go and observe all he wanted, but without Mione actually there, there would likely be no research to observe. The only way he was going to learn anything tonight was if Hermione showed up as scheduled. That wasn�t going to happen�was it? Well, maybe it could.
Harry was a natural at self-transfiguration but he�d only been studying it for a month in NEWT transfiguration. He could make himself into a fairly convincing copy of Mione, but could only hold the shape for about twenty minutes at a time. Polyjuice would be better, but it took a month to brew. There had to be something that would allow him to change. Harry slapped his forehead. Of course! If he required something that would change him into a convincing copy of Mione then the answer was to be found in the room of requirement. Checking on Mione one last time to ensure she was sleeping comfortably, Harry grabbed his pack and made a beeline for the seventh floor.
As he paced back and forth in the corridor Harry concentrated on what he required. Something that would change him into Mione. Something that wouldn�t wear off until he was ready for it to. Something that would convince everyone he met that he was the Hermione Granger. The door appeared and Harry eagerly pulled it open and stepped into the room. The room was tiny, barely bigger than a broom closet. The only furnishing was a small spindle legged table. Harry stepped over to the table and examined the object resting on it�s highly polished surface. A small black velvet box sat open revealing a sparkling diamond and emerald cocktail ring. Since it was the only thing in the room Harry reasoned the ring must be what the room was providing to meet his requirement. He pulled the ring from the box. It was small and would only fit over his pinky to the first knuckle. Throwing caution to the wind, he slipped the ring onto the end of his finger.
Harry fell over on his arse when his legs shortened and his body weight shifted from his upper body to the lower. His vision went blurry and he thought for a moment he would be sick. A terrible pain surfaced behind his eyes. He closed his eyes fiercely and clawed off his glasses. Once the glasses were gone, his vision resolved perfectly and the brief bout of nausea passed. He crawled to his feet, still a little unsteady and unsure of his balance with his new distribution of body weight. From what he could see, things had worked out as well as he could have hoped. He concentrated on needing a full length mirror to check his transformation. Once appeared in front of him and Harry grinned as he saw himself. It was perfect, as far as it went. He looked exactly like Hermione would if she dressed up in his clothes. He concentrated and thought that he really needed the ring to change his clothes as well. He needed his clothes to transform into exactly what Hermione had been wearing earlier. He concentrated hard for a few seconds before he felt a tingling in the ring. The ring glowed blue for a moment and then stilled. When the glow died away Harry�s clothing shifted, shrunk, and changed colors. He glanced back at the mirror and looked hard at himself.
�Perfect.� Harry mumbled and then a deep frown crossed his lips. He still sounded like himself. Knowing he could fix that, and wanting to avoid spending all evening making micro-adjustments to his form. A thought occurred to him. �I need the ring to make me look and sound , and be dressed exactly as Hermione was at 2 p.m. today,� he thought. He concentrated and in a few moments felt the tingling in the ring again. The glow returned red this time and again died after a few seconds.

Harry felt an unfamiliar and uncomfortable pressure in his arse.
Unless girls were vastly different than boys in this regard, he knew that whatever the problem was wasn�t related to needing to use the loo. Whatever it was it seemed hard and was stretching him wide open. He laid back on the floor and pulled the skirt up around his waist. He stopped for a moment to appreciate Mione�s taste in knickers. He was wearing a tiny black satin thong. He reached under the band of the thong and reached for his pucker with a tentative finger. Shock overcame him. The cause of his discomfort was glaringly obvious now. There was a rather large butt plug protruding from his arse. �Well,� he thought with a smile, �I don�t imagine I�ll be needing that level of realism tonight. I wonder if I should have a little talk with Mione about this.� Harry almost giggled at the thought of what a nightmare that conversation would be. �Uh, I can�t really tell you how I know, but I know you�ve hot a rather large butt plug stuck in your arse. Care to tell me what that�s all asbout?�
He concentrated one last time on needing the ring to change. The tingle and glow returned and the plug vanished leaving him feeling strangely empty. �That�s about it,� Harry mused. He stuffed his glasses into a side pocket of his pack and left the room heading for the dungeons.

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Harry arrived at the door of Snape�s office and was suddenly frozen with apprehension. If he failed to pull this off and got caught, he was in deep trouble. Swallowing the small ball of fear that bloomed in his chest he reached out and knocked on the door. �No going back now,� he thought.

Snape pulled his door open and looked momentarily surprised to see Hermione standing there. He schooled his expression after a moment and looked down at Hermione with a small amount of concern. �I did not expect to see you here this evening Ms. Granger.� he drawled.
Harry was prepared for this much at least. �I was feeling quite ill earlier sir, but I�m feeling much better now and I�m eager to work on the project.�
�Are you now?� Snape sneered. �The events of this afternoon would seem to indicate otherwise.�

�I�m sorry sir.� He pleaded. �I really want to continue our work tonight.�
�Are you sure, Ms. Granger?� he asked with a questioning eyebrow.
�Yes sir, very sure.� she affirmed.
�Perhaps you should take the evening off. You obviously are not in the correct frame of mind to continue.�
�Oh, but I am sir!� she exclaimed. �Please let me prove it to you.�
�If you�re sure then,� he replied in a bored tone. I�ve already told our able assistant to take the evening off. Come in and I�ll summon her.�
Assistant? Harry thought Mione was the assistant. She must be much more involved in the project than he had previously guessed.
Harry followed Snape back into his office. Snape scrawled a quick note on a small piece of parchment. He tapped the note with his wand and it began folding itself into an aeroplane like the ones he had seen at the ministry. The note zoomed away through the still open door and disappeared down the corridor out of sight.
�Well? What are you waiting for?� Snape suddenly barked at her.
�Waiting for sir?� Harry stammered. A very confused look crossed his features before he caught himself and forced a stoic look on Mione�s face.
�My private study is through there Ms. Granger, if you are too obtuse to remember on your own.� He growled. Indicating the door on the back wall of the office. �Surely you didn�t think we�d be working in here tonight where just anyone could walk in, did you?�

�No sir.� Harry mumbled and headed for the door.
�Our assistant shall be here momentarily, said Snape in a tone Harry couldn�t quite figure out. �Make yourself comfortable. When she arrives I�ll show her in and we can begin.� He gave a low chuckle and said, �I�m very surprised you wanted to work this evening. I imagine our assistant will be highly motivated. I thought you would have liked to avoid that tonight.�
Motivated is good isn�t it? �No Sir,� Harry replied. �I�m eager to get on with the project.�
�Very well Ms. Granger. You know what you�re letting yourself in for I suppose. We shall join you in a few minutes.�
Harry entered the study and quietly closed the door behind himself. From the tone of the conversation with Snape he had a feeling he was in way over his head here. He made himself comfortable on the small sofa in front of the crackling fireplace and settled in to wait.

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After a few minutes just watching the fire Harry began to get sleepy and was struggling to keep his eyes open He was just about to give up and take a short nap when the door from Snape�s office burst open. Harry�s eyes widened in shock when he saw who was standing there. None other than queen bitch goddess herself Pansy Parkinson. Snape gave her a not too gentle shove through the door and strode in after her. He closed the door behind himself and then turned and glared at Harry.

�What is IT doing on the furniture?� Pansy shrieked. She stomped across the room and delivered a stinging slap to Harry�s cheek.
Harry sat there in shock with an utterly dumbfounded look on his face. That bitch had slapped him! How dare she? Worse, she had slapped what she thought was Hermione Granger. Harry�s face flushed red and he jerked his head around to Snape to see what the hell he was going to do about Pansy. To his surprise, Snape was glaring at him rather than Pansy. Something was very wrong here.
�It will get up off the furniture!� Snape snarled. �It claims to be over the curse from this afternoon but it obviously is not in it�s right mind. Has it forgotten everything we�ve tried to teach it?�
Harry�s mind reeled. What the hell was going on here? It? Hermione is an it to them? He slowly stood up and took a menacing step towards Pansy before he caught himself and tried to calm down. Warning bells were ringing. �There�s more here than meets the eye,� he thought as he took a deep calming breath. He was determined to find out just what Hermione had gotten herself into here.
Snape glowered at both girls. �You two have set our research back by nearly two months this afternoon. Pansy? Would you like to explain what you thought you were doing?�
�I know I�m not supposed to do or say anything outside this room that might compromise the integrity of the project sir. I got carried away. I�m sorry sir� Pansy said as she hung her head in shame.
�Oh, I assure you, you will be sorry Ms. Parkinson. Snape snapped. �And the dirty mudblood! Have it learned nothing? While retaliating might have been momentarily satisfying it has seriously compromised our work. Obviously we will need to go back over the ground rules for our little project.� Snape gave a heavy sigh and shook his head at the sad waste of all his time and effort for the past months. Well, working with children always meant discipline problems. If there was one thing Severus Snape was good at it was discipline. �You first Ms. Parkinson. You started that appalling display this afternoon. You know what to do.�
Harry watched with some trepidation as Pansy slowly nodded with downcast eyes. She reached up an unbuttoned her robe. When the last stay opened she shrugged her shoulders and allowed the garment to slide to the floor. Harry�s eyes widened as he saw that pansy was almost entirely nude beneath her robe. The shame tingeing her cheeks made a nice compliment to the stockings and 4� shag-me heels which were the only accents to her body now besides her rosy glow.
Pansy kept her head bowed and walked slowly over to the desk on the far side of the room. She reached her arms out to grab the far edge of the desk laying across the surface with her quite shapely ass stuck up prominently in the air. If Harry had a cock at the moment it would�ve been rock hard staring at Pansy sprawled out on the desk like that. As it was, he felt his nipples harden into little pebbles and felt an interesting and somewhat disturbing wetness between his legs.
�Legs apart Ms. Parkinson.� Snape growled. He reached up to a mount on the wall Harry had not noticed before and took down a rather nasty looking riding crop. �Farther Ms. Parkinson. Are you deliberately trying to provoke me this evening?�
�No sir, sorry sir.� Pansy breathed. She spread her legs as far as practical and prepared herself for what was coming. With her legs spread like that Harry could see all she had to offer. He was somewhat disturbed to realize that he was very turned on by all this. He could see that he wasn�t the only one either. The long silky blond hair that framed Pansy�s pussy was starting to glisten with moisture and Harry could see goose bumps rise on her arse. �This whole thing so far was worth the effort just to see the vision spread before him on the desk.
Snape strode forward with a large swish of his robes and smaller swishes made by the crop as he tested it�s spring. He smiled the smile of a master craftsman at the feel of a well made tool of his trade.
�Ms. Parkinson, what is the first rule of the project?� Snape demanded.
�T-t-to keep the project secret sir.� Pansy stammered.
�So why did you compromise the project with that childish display in the corridor this afternoon?�
�I forgot myself sir.� she pleaded. �Please sir, I�m sorry. Nobody could guess anything about the project from that�
�Ms. Parkinson, what is the thesis of our project?�
�Sir, The thesis is that if we work out the bad feelings between the classes in private, there should be no reason to take them to the public level.�
�What shall we make of your little display earlier today then? Should we abandon the project as a failure?� Snape asked in a disturbingly low voice.
�It�s early in the project sir. I forgot myself. It won�t happen again. Please, I made a mistake. Trust that I can learn from it. Please,� she pleaded.

�I am inclined to drop you from the project and recruit a new assistant Ms. Parkinson. Tell me why I should not do this.�
�I think the work shows great promise sir. It and I are the perfect test subjects. Please, don�t replace me sir.� Pansy begged.
Begged? Pansy Parkinson was begging not to be dropped from this weird social engineering exercise. She was mostly naked and dripping and waiting for a whipping. Harry was more than a little confused. He couldn�t understand what was so important about the stated thesis that she would beg to remain part of the project or debase herself like this. Harry was as turned on as he�d ever been is his life, seeing the mostly nude Pansy stretched across the desk, moisture beginning to run down her thighs, begging. Begging! Harry tried to hide a grin. Whatever else happened tonight it would be worth it just for the show he�d already witnessed.
�Very well Ms. Parkinson. It is my hope that a small lesson will teach you to take this Endeavour seriously.� Snape swished the crop through the air a few more times and Pansy shuddered at the sound. �Count them out!� Snape ordered and brought the crop down with a snap across Pansy�s left cheek.
Pansy let out a small shriek and said through clenched teeth, �One sir, thank you sir.�
Smack! �Two sir, thank you sir.�
Harry�s eyes got wider and wider. The red crop marks were beautiful on the flawless white skin of Pansy�s arse. With each stroke of the crop Pansy was giving a little shriek and a shudder. The trickle of moisture down her thighs was now more of a flood. Harry could see from his excellent vantage point how red and swollen her sex was getting. By the tenth stroke Pansy had stopped shrieking and started moaning. By the twentieth and last she was moaning so much she almost could not complete the count. She managed a weak moaned, �Twenty sir, thank you sir.� after a long shuddering breath. Harry suspected she would come if an unexpected draft were to blow across her sex just then.
�Very well Ms. Parkinson. You may rise now.� Snape said with just a trace of compassion? In his voice. Harry couldn�t be sure, never having heard that from him before. Harry had to suppress a moan himself as he watched a totally debauched looking Pansy gathered herself and turned to stand next to Snape. Snape gave her a small smile. �You compromised the project today Pansy. Let us hope that this lesson will serve to remind you of the importance of our work.� He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Pansy�s brow and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. Pansy painted a weak smile on her lips at the small kindness. A feral grin replaced that smile as Snape handed her the crop. Snape retreated to a comfortable chair with an excellent view of the desk. He leaned back and waited with an arched eyebrow directed at both Harry and Pansy.
Pansy read the signal correctly. Harry, not actually knowing what to expect now did not. Pansy narrowed her eyes at Harry and snarled between clenched teeth, �It is trying my patience? Assume the position.�
This was a totally expected and shocking turn of events for Harry. He realized he would be taking a beating for Hermione and that made him feel good. The wetness between his legs was a very interesting sensation. He realized Pansy would not actually be allowed to hurt him beyond what she could inflict with the crop on his arse. He was powerfully aroused and curious about what was about to happen. �Take it and be done with it,� he thought. �Get this over with and I can call this a night. I guess I know as much about the project as I need to know now. Probably a little too much.� Harry walked to the desk and leaned over to grab the far edge as Pansy had done, carefully spreading his legs as wide as he could manage.
�What the hell does it think it�s doing, you stupid mudblood whore?� Pansy demanded.
Harry arched an eyebrow and gave a small shrug, clueless as to what Pansy expected of him.

Pansy turned to Snape. �Sir, this stupid mudblood slut seems to have forgotten all of it�s training. Do I have your permission to remind it of it�s proper place and duties?�
�By all means Ms. Parkinson. Please keep in mind that it has been quite ill from that curse this afternoon and make some allowances.�
�Yes Sir.� Pansy turned back to Harry. �What is the proper mode of dress for a punishment mudblood?�
�Um, I don�t remember Pansy.� Harry cringed knowing this was a bad answer and hoping Mione wouldn�t suffer any consequences due to his ignorance. It was indeed a bad answer but Harry had no idea just how bad it was.
�What the fuck did it call me?� Pansy shrieked.
SMACK! Another stinging slap across the face from Pansy. She snarled through gritted teeth, �When it walks through that door I am it�s mistress and Professor Snape is it�s master and it will NEVER forget that again, will it?
�No mistress.� This was getting out of hand.
�And is it dressed appropriately for punishment, mudblood?�
�No mistress.� Harry mumbled again. Thinking it would better to be wrong than to ask, Harry decided Pansy was dressed appropriately for punishment and he�d better do his best to emulate her. Harry quickly unbuttoned the robe, pulled it off and laid it carefully across the back of the sofa. Next came the jumper and t-shirt together leaving Harry wearing only a very nice black satin pushup bra from the waist up. He unbuttoned the skirt and stepped out of it feeling very on display in only mary janes, a thong, and a pushup bra. He made to lean over the desk again but was stopped short as a stinging crack sounded across his arse.
�Is it trying to provoke me? Lose the thong and bra.�
Harry grimaced. �Yes mistress.� He was very glad to discover the clasp for the bra was in the front. That made that little task simpler. He looked down and really admired Mione�s breasts as he set them free. �C cup.� he thought, �Nice nipples. Someday I�m going to have to try this out on my own and really do some exploring.� He had to peel the thong away from his crotch next. It had become so sodden in his juices that it stuck to him rather than falling as he eased his thumbs under the waistband. Now completely nude except for the shoes, Harry looked over his shoulder to Pansy, waiting for her to prompt him. She jerked her head towards the desk and Harry took that as a command to lean over the desk again. He did so spreading his legs like Pansy had hoping to just get this over with.
No such luck. Nude and sprawled over the desk, it became very obvious to his two observers that there was something missing. A very large black plastic something to be specific. �Where is it�s plug?� Snape growled at her.
�I�I was sick sir and� SMACK!
�What did it call him you filthy mudblood?� Pansy snarled.
Oh crap, that�s right. �I was sick earlier, Master, and had to remove it.�
�Did it not tell me it was well enough to participate tonight mudblood?�

Harry started. Snape had just called Mione a mudblood again, more or less to her face. �Yes master, I did.�

�So the question still stands. Why is it not wearing it�s plug?�
Sensing there was no right answer Harry just tried to get it over with. �It was very uncomfortable so I left it out for the evening master. I have no excuse.� This mistress/master/it bullshit was really getting to Harry but he went along, not wanting to make even more trouble for Mione.

�

�Well now Ms. Parkinson,� Snape drawled. �I believe it came to us seeking a little extra punishment tonight. What shall it be?�
�Thirty to start with I think Sir.�
�Very well. Begin�
Harry consoled himself with the thought that at least he knew enough to count properly and wouldn�t suffer for stuffing that up too. He gritted his teeth and waited for the first blow.

SMACK! �One mistress. Thank you mistress�
By the tenth blow Harry was moaning and having a very difficult time keeping the count. His pussy was sopping wet and leaking down his thighs just as Pansy�s had. It disturbed him a little that Mione�s body responded in such a way. On the other hand, it was her body, but still his mind controlling it. He wasn�t terribly sure who was responsible for the quivering mass of raw sexual need he had become in a very short time. Maybe he got off on this too? That was a very disturbing thought.
Pansy was being creative with her strokes. She had agreed to this little project for one simple reason. It was a chance to degrade and humiliate Granger without the slightest worry about punishment or retribution. Hermione was a more complex creature than Pansy generally liked to admit. She didn�t understand bottoms at all. Hermione got off on being degraded and at the same time hated herself for it. The self-loathing she saw on Grangers face after Pansy made her come while abusing her was like a cool drink of water on a hot summer day. Pansy lay in bed at night furiously working her fingers into her snatch and rubbing her clit raw while reliving every little humiliation she was allowed, no, encouraged to inflict on it. It always brought her to a shattering climax when she pictured the tears she�d caused to flow from it�s eyes.
Having reached twenty five, Pansy decided to go in for the kill. She�d made it come once just from a whipping and the disgust she saw in it�s face afterwards was delicious. Pansy longed to repeat that feat. She kicked it�s legs even further apart, giving her complete access to her new target. She pulled her arm back and delivered a moderate blow directly to it�s swollen core. The little scream she evoked made Pansy start dripping again.
�Twenty six mistress. Thank you <sob> mistress.�
Harry was almost in shock. The pain on his ass was nothing compared the sharp sting of the crop on his pussy lips. He was clenching his teeth, not only to ward off further screams but to hold off the incredible pressure he felt growing in his lower abdomen. He didn�t enjoy the whipping at all, but at the same time recognized that while he didn�t enjoy the pain, he was probably closer to coming without actually doing so than he had ever been in his life.
Another blow, slightly higher, made contact with his throbbing clitoris. He couldn�t hope to hold back his scream this time. At the same time it hurt worse than anything he�d ever experienced other than cucio, and it turned that glow in his belly into a raging fire. He wasn�t sure how girl orgasms worked exactly but felt he was dangerously close.
�Twenty seven mistress. Thank you mistress.
Pansy just loved how close she�d brought it to the edge. Time for a little salt in the wound. �Why is it being punished mudblood?� she asked.
�Because I retaliated when you insulted me mistress?� Harry wasn�t sure of the right answer so he took a shot in the dark.
SMACK! Another blow to the left cheek this time.
�Aaagghhh, Twenty eight mistress. Thank you mistress.
�Wrong mudblood. It is being punished because it is a filthy disgusting little know-it-all mudblood and this is what it deserves every day of it�s miserable life.
SMACK! To the right cheek this time.
�Oh goddess! Twenty nine mistress. Thank you mistress.
�And why is it thanking me for punishing it mudblood?�
By now Harry had a reasonable guess as to what Pansy wanted to hear. He might as well give it to her and get this over with. �Because I deserve to be punished mistress and I�m grateful you�re giving me what I deserve.�
Pansy smiled. It was right on the edge and everything was about to come apart for it. Pansy could hardly contain herself. �It thanks me for reminding it of it�s place. Mudbloods only belong in one place. Groveling at the feet of their pureblooded betters. It�s grateful that I remind it of it�s place, aren�t you mudblood?�
Harry clenched his jaw even harder. How could Mione go along with this crap? �Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.�
Seeing the anger and growing defiance, Pansy grinned an evil little grin and struck her final blow right on the mudblood�s clit again.
Harry screamed. This was no stifled little scream like before. This was a primal scream of both extreme pain and extreme pleasure. His orgasm ripped through him like chain lightning making his knees buckle and sending a torrent of juices cascading down his thighs. He was sobbing and moaning and completely and utterly humiliated.
�Th-Th-Thirty mistress. Thank you mistress.� Harry managed to stutter out after the crest of the wave had passed. His face burned as red as his ass as he heard the laughter from his tormentors. Goddess he was exhausted. Ten minutes of mild torture had left him as drained as four hours of quiddich. His knees had buckled and he�d have fallen to the floor if his weight hadn�t been draped over the desk. All he wanted to do was leave now. He�d found out all he was likely to learn about �the project.� He was pretty sure he understood Pansy�s motivations now. He wasn�t all that sure about Snape but decided he could live without finding out what made that sadistic bastard tick.

�May I leave now mistress?�
�Professor? Are we done here?�
Snape smiled and responded, �Not quite Ms. Parkinson. You�ve each received your punishments for the altercation in the corridor today. I still have one item of unfinished business with it. Did it think I�d forgotten about the plug?�
Harry swallowed hard not liking where this was headed. �No master.�
�Why does it wear the plug?�
�To remind me of my place when I�m not with you master?�
Snape smiled and shook his head. �The fever brought on by the curse seems to have addled it. I suppose I must take that into allowance. It wears the plug to remind it of it�s place, that is correct. But what is that place?� He held up a hand to forestall a reply. �It�s place is to serve it�s betters in any way they desire mudblood. The plug keeps it stretched and ready for when a pureblood desires to use your filthy muggle spawned arse. Isn�t that correct?�
That was just over the line. Harry was beginning to see red and wished his wand wasn�t tucked away in his robe so he could curse the smirk right off that smug bastard�s face. How dare he? How dare he degrade and use his best friend like this?
�I asked it a question.�
Harry gritted his teeth and ground out a snarled, �Yes master.� If he wasn�t still weak from the whipping and hobbled by the aftershocks of his mind blowing orgasm he�d be cursing the ponce off the face of the earth. He could no more rise off the desk at that moment, however, than he could run a marathon. He was totally drained.
�Oh dear.. It seems to have lost the spirit of our little project here,� said Snape with a mock sad little shake of the head. �It�s time I reminded it.�
Oh shit. Harry tried to lock his knees and rise off the desk but could not summon the energy. Crap. His orgasms usually left him a little sleepy, but that earthquake he�d endured in Mione�s body had totally drained him. �No! Stay away from me you bastard!�

Snape grinned in anticipation as he crossed the room. A docile sex slave was entirely no fun. Something had lit a small fire in it�s belly today. He delighted in the prospect of smothering that fire yet again. A muttered phrase and a quick flick of his wand left him naked as the day he was born. His grin grew even wider when he saw it�s eyes go to his throbbing cock. There was real fear in those eyes now.
�GET AWAY FR..� Harry�s scream was cut off suddenly as Snape hit him with a quick silencing charm. Now he was completely screwed. Without the strength to move and no voice to protest he was completely helpless.
�Help me get it up on the table and turn it over Ms. Parkinson.� Pansy shrugged and grabbed a leg. She�d thought Snape just planned to bugger it. Her original position was better for that activity so he must have something else in mind. Snape pulled Harry over to him and placed Harry�s legs over his shoulders.
�Ah, more than one way to skin a cat.� thought Pansy with a small smile.
�You too Ms. Parkinson. Up on the desk you go.�
�As Pansy climbed on the desk she asked, �What did you have in mind sir?�
�I thought you might enjoy indulging in it�s oral charms while I�m otherwise occupied.�

Pansy was always up for degrading the mudblood by forcing her to suck her nasty pussy. Normally Pansy carefully avoided washing that area for a good two days before these sessions. In an odd sort of way it was almost an act of charity on Pansy�s part. Sure, she got off on humiliating it but it actually thrived on the debasement. It would be enough just to force it to perform the act. To be forced when the object of her attention was ripe with neglect was just the cherry on top of her sundae. �No such luck today� thought Pansy with an internal sigh. She�d gone to shower immediately after receiving the first note today telling her the session had been cancelled. No point in forcing it to rim her today either. All Pansy was going to get from this was a nice little orgasm on the mudblood�s tongue. �It�s not the lottery,� thought Pansy,� but then it�s not Azkaban either.�
As Pansy prepared to swing a knee over to plant herself on it�s mouth, Snape�s voice stopped her mid swing. �Ms. Granger! If I come before Ms. Parkinson does it will go very badly for it. Does it understand me?�
As Harry gave a small shudder his view of Snape and whichever horror he was about to inflict was mercifully blocked. Rather than witnessing the childlike glee dancing in Snape�s evil little heart at the delightful prospect of fucking a mudblood that was now unwilling, Harry was granted the sight of what he had to admit was one of the nicest little cunts he�d ever seen. It was petit and ladylike.(surprising on a slut like that, yes) the inner lips almost shyly hidden from view for the time being. A small mercy this, being �forced� to perform a task he actually enjoyed and had more than passing familiarity with. Still quaking from occasional small aftershocks, Harry put everything out of his mind but sucking girl off as best he knew how.
Pansy was enjoying it�s new bag of tricks today. It seemed to have adopted a much more sophisticated style since the last time it had gone down on her. Pansy started to squirm a bit it�s tongue as it some really interesting movements with it.. Harry had decided early on that he wanted to be good at this act. The problem with oral sex is that it�s mostly a pretty tedious task for the giver after the new car smell wears off. Harry had come up with two strategies to keep himself from getting bored and just going through the motions. The first was a more evolved form of �lick the alphabet� in which he licked messages to the woman he was pleasuring. He swore he�d marry the first woman who cracked a simple message. The second, which he employed against Pansy, was to act out scenes from movies with his tongue taking over one of the roles. This evening the Gustic Theatre is proud to present to you�..Raiders of Lust Ark Starring Harrison Tongue.
Indy had just cleared the poison darts in the opening scene earning Harry an embarrassing girlish squeal from Pansy. Then Harry�s concentration was shattered. He�d been pretty successful in blocking out the git with the hard cock who was about to fuck him and had concentrated on pleasing Pansy. Now that the git had the head of his cock pressed against the opening of Harry�s pussy, he was decidedly more difficult to ignore. �Oh, this is just so fucking wrong on so many levels.� thought Harry. Powerless to stop it he tried to get back to Pansy and ignore the cock that was then snaking it�s way into him. Yeah, that was going to happen. Aside from the soul crushing realization that Snape was fucking him! and..and�and it felt really nice damn it to hell. �Okay, totally not my fault,� thought Harry. �This is Mione�s body and it was designed to get pleasure from this act. That�s what�s supposed to happen.�
�Still going to have to bathe in sulphuric acid before I ever feel clean again,� thought Harry. Taking small comfort in the knowledge that he has no control over what feels good in Mione�s body, Harry threw himself back into his performance for Pansy. She seemed captivated by the giant rolling boulder, which if you think about it, isn�t an easy scene for anyone to pull off without special effects. Harry had her on the edge of her seat, so to speak, and decided to skip ahead to the desert chase scene. Mione�s voice wasn�t really suited to the engine growls and lion roars of the soundtrack, but the effect was a humming that Pansy found delightful. Coupled with the tip of tongue picking out the staccato beat of the horse hooves, the scene was getting even better reviews than the first in the form of Pansy kneading her breasts, bucking her hips into Harry�s face, and making the most adorable little chipmunk noises Harry had ever heard.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Snape�s nefarious plan unfolds. Harry breathes a relieved sigh as Snape pulls out of him. He spends a blissful deluded moment where he actually believes Snape is done. That fantasy is shattered by Snape�s chilling announcement, �Now Mudblood, it is about to see why it is never to leave out it�s plug for any reason. Imagine what this would be like if it hadn�t been wearing it�s plug.� with no more preparation than that, Snape plunged himself into Harry�s bum, bottoming in one long brutal thrust. Harry screamed into Pansy, almost blind with the initial pain of Snape�s intrusion. Harry, always quick on his feet, formulated a plan to get this over with as fast as he could.
It was difficult to concentrate through the pain. Harry resolved to kiss Mione�s feet for wearing the plug he originally thought was just a harmless little kink. Concentrating, �Must make Pansy come before the slimy git. Must make Pansy come before the slimy git.� Harry decided to bring out the big guns and skipped all the way forward to the temple scene with all the snakes. (Pansy didn�t hate the snakes) Few linguistic actors could hope to pull off the scene with a swinging torch and thousands of wriggling snakes, but few actors had ever had Harry�s mighty motivation. �Pansy must come.� It was Harry�s mantra for the scene and the soft hum of it against Pansy�s clit was the last straw for her. She clamped her thighs painfully around Harry�s ears and rode his face like a saddle while screaming her release.
�One down,� thought Harry as he grunted painfully. The next part of the plan was inherently more prone to failure because it required a somewhat selfless act on the part of Pansy. As Pansy started to come down from her climax, Harry tried to stretch his acting talent beyond the tip of his tongue. He made downcast eyes at Pansy and said in his best debauched slave girl voice, �Thank you for allowing me to suck you off Mistress. May I please make a small request?�
Pansy was in a very good mood just then and decided to at least hear the mudblood out. �Well?�
�It need to come so badly mistress. Please make me come.�
Pansy gave him a little smile at it�s new acceptance of it�s station and decided to grant the request. It�s clit was outrageously sensitive, so this would take hardly any effort. Pansy laid down by it�s side and started running her fingers through the soft folds of the mudblood. Harry hoped this would work. He was barely recovered at all from the last orgasm and hoped the next wouldn�t be as draining. Mostly he hoped the sight and feel of him climaxing would be enough to push Snape over the edge and bring this whole shameful episode to a finish.
It worked to an extent. Harry came and Snape followed soon after. It wasn�t so much the idea of Snape fucking him that would keep Harry awake nights for years to come. It was the manner in which he came that was the most disturbing thing of all. Harry honestly couldn�t think of anything he�d like less at that moment than Snape pumping his sperm into him. That is, until Snape pulled out and finished by jerking himself all over Harry�s crotch. Just plain fucking wrong on so many levels.

�What a sick bastard.�

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After much bowing, scraping, ass kissing, and cleaning charms, Harry finally made his escape from the dungeons. He pulled off the ring and again fell flat on his arse when he transformed. Climbing to his feet he checked his reflection in a window. Everything looked to be back to normal. As normal as things can ever be again in your life after being buggered by Severus Snape. Harry replaced his glasses and walked in a daze until he found himself outside Hermione�s door without any idea how he got there. As long as he was there he decided to check in on her to see if she was feeling better. He poked his head in the door with a soft knock. Mione was not only still awake, but looked much better than she had a few hours ago.
Harry called, �May I come in Mione?�
�Sure just doing a little light reading, what�s up?�
�How about a confession?� Harry asked with guilty downcast eyes.
�Yours or mine?� asked Hermione with a small nervous smile.
�A little of both I�m afraid.� replied Harry. �I�ll start. Do you remember asking me to inform Snape that you couldn�t make it tonight?�
Hermione nodded with a bit of a nervous frown at where this might be headed.
�Well, I didn�t cancel your appointment Mione.� Harry wasn�t sure if he was making a huge mistake but �Gryffindors Charge Ahead�. �I didn�t cancel it�I kept it.�
�WHAT???�
�You�ve been working on this �project� for months now and wouldn�t tell me anything about it.� Harry whined a bit. �Tonight an opportunity presented itself and I took it. I transformed into you and kept your appointment. I�m so sorry Mione�
Real fear was showing on Hermione�s face now. �And�and what did you find out?� she gasped despite herself.
�I found out that this so called �project is actually a cover for some very confusing behavior on your part. Oh, Mione! What have you gotten yourself into with those two?�

�Two? Who else was there?�

�Pansy Mione. Pansy and Snape. Why? Why do you let them treat you this way? Is it out of some misguides loyalty to this so called project?�
�No Harry. You were right. There really is no project. I go there once or twice a week just to be with them. I can�t explain it to you Harry. It�s something I need. You just could never understand,� she choked and tears started falling from her downcast eyes. �I hate having to be in control all the time Harry. This allows me to let go and just feel. I don�t have to be and can�t be in control in that room.
�I understand better than you think Mione,� said Harry. He pulled the ring from his shirt pocket and once again seated it on his finger. A soft glow enveloped Harry and when it faded Harry was gone and an identical Hermione sat in his place. �This is how I kept the appointment. I pretended I was you. I hoped I�d be able to find out about the project and then claim to feel ill again and leave.�
�And instead? Asked Hermione nervously.
�Instead? Well let me see. Pansy slapped me across the face several times. Snape whipped her with a riding crop for her part in that scene this afternoon. Then Pansy used that same crop to whip me.�
�Oh Goddess Harry. I�m sorry, but you pretty much did ask for it, didn�t you?�
�Yeah, I guess I did,� Harry sighed. �That�s just the tip of the iceberg though. This is your body Mione. I..I came from being whipped. That would never happen to me. Does it happen to you often?�
�Not always, but sometimes.� She said quietly. �So you got whipped and you came from that.. Is that when you made your escape?�
�God I wish,� said Harry.
Hermione was beginning to see a bit of humor in this situation now. �Uh oh. What happened next?�
�Next? Oh not much. I went down Pansy while Snape shagged my arse rotten is all.�
�Why didn�t you run Harry? Why didn�t you just get out of there?�
�Mione, I was in your body. After I came from the whipping I was too weak to even move for a long time. I sure wanted to run. I don�t think I�ll ever sleep again now that the image of Snape advancing on me with lust in his eye and a drooling cock is etched in my memory. I think I�ll ask Madame Pomphrey to obliviate me in the morning.�
Hermione suppressed a small giggle and hid her grin behind her folded hands. �I might know the reason you couldn�t run Harry. As a small girl I had cataplexy. When I got very frightened or surprised all the strength would leave my body. All I could ever do was lay on the ground helpless and hope whatever frightened me would leave me alone.�
�You asked who else was there. Who else might it have been besides Pansy?�
Hermione braced herself. This was going to hurt. �Malfoy.�
�MALFOY?� Harry yelled. �You mean Malfoy is in on this too. Oh Mione, why?�
�Partly because part of the deal to be included in the project was that all of that behavior must cease entirely outside the play room as they call it. Partly because of the obvious. I�m a classic bottom Harry. I get off on being used and degraded. Nobody is better at degrading me than Malfoy. Letting him shag me, and beat me, and call me filthy names for a few hours a week makes me hot just thinking about it. I�m sorry Harry. You must be very disappointed in me now.�
�I can�t say that I understand entirely Mione but I love you with all my heart. If this is something you need then I won�t judge you.
Hermione teared up at these words. �Thank you Harry.�
�Just so I can maybe sleep again one day, does Malfoy get the same treatment at Snape�s hands as Pansy does?�
�Much worse actually.� said Hermione with a grin. �Malfoy�s never been good at following orders. And Snape is the top top in the group. He�s whipped Malfoy raw an buggered him into a drooling puddle for not following the rules.�
�That�s small consolation I guess,� said Harry. �Does it have to be someone you hate using you for you to get off on it?�
�No. When it�s somebody who hates me the experience is much more intense.�
Harry took an uncertain pause. �What if it were me Hermione?�
�You?�
I know this is something you need but it kills me to see them use you like that Mione. Does it have to be them? Is this something I could give you instead?�
�I don�t think so Harry. The part that really excites and disgusts me is allowing them to use me when I know they think I�m something to be scraped off their shoes.�
�What if I was them then?�
�What? How?�
The ring Mione. I can get others. I could make a ring of Snape, Parkinson, and Malfoy and I could be them for you and give you what you need.�

�That might work, and it might not. I just don�t know. Why would you want to do this? Do you get off on dominating women?�
�Not that I�m aware of. I want to do this because I love you Mione and I want to protect you from people like that.�
�I love you too Harry but that�s part of the problem. I know you love me and I know your heart would never really be in it.�
�That�s not necessarily true Mione. I said I love you, but I guess I should�ve been more specific. I�m in love with you. Have been for ages.� said Harry with downcast eyes and a mighty blush. �I�m in love with you. I�ll like anything that brings you such pleasure. I won�t like whipping you but I�ll love that I�m doing something that really gets you off.�
�And you can be any of them you say?�
�I just have to make a couple more rings.�
�I love you too Harry. I�m willing to give it a try but I can�t just quit the project yet.�
�Why not?�
Hermione sighed. �I love you Harry and I�d be thrilled if we were able to work this out. This is a confusing but important part of my life. I have my doubts whether you�d be able to top me or anyone for that matter. Bottoms are a dime a dozen. Hot tops are as rare and precious as diamonds. I can�t cut them loose until I know for sure you can take their place.�
�So you�re willing to try this with me then?�
�Yes Harry. I�ll try.�
�Then that would make me your new�� Harry trailed off waiting for Mione to finish for him.
�Hermione smiled. �Master.�
�You Ms. Granger are wearing entirely too many clothes for a witch who desires to be my sex slave, are you not?� asked Harry with an evil little smirk.
Hermione bowed her head. �Of course master. Do you wish me to be entirely nude for you?�
�Not entirely. I wish for you to wear your plug until I�ve decided I�m ready to bugger you properly mudblood.� This wasn�t going to be easy. Part of Harry hated himself for using that foul word. Another part took note of the small gleam of joy in Mione�s eye at hearing it.
Hermione felt a shiver move up her spine. Maybe Harry had it in him after all. Time for one more test. �I�ve been very bad master and I�ve neglected my duties to you. Please master, I deserve to be punished.�
�And so you will be Ms. Granger. I believe I told you to lose the clothes. Why are you still in them?�
�I�m sorry master.� Hermione tore off her dressing gown and night dress leaving her only in that black satin bra and thong set Harry admired so much. Not for long though. The under things joined her night things and Hermione lay back on the bed deliciously nude, her shaven snatch glistening with excitement.
Harry was painfully hard just looking at her. �Retrieve your hairbrush from the nightstand mudblood.�
Hermione scrambled to obey. Her insides quivering at what this portended. She handed the brush to Harry with downcast eyes and waited.
Harry turned and swung his legs off the bed. �Over my lap mudblood.�
This was working out better than Hermione could ever have hoped. She was dripping with excitement as she lay herself across her new master�s lap with her ass stuck up prominently in the air.
�You need to be punished mudblood. Do you know why?�
�I�m sorry master, I don�t know.�
You are going to be punished because you�ve spent months giving away property that is and has always been rightfully mine. Have you not?�
�Yes master.�
�You sucked Malfoy�s cock and drank his seed, did you not?�
�Yes master.�
�And who�s cock should have you been sucking mudblood?�
�Yours master. I�m very sorry master.�
You let Snape ram his cock up into both your arse and pussy, did you not?�
�Yes Master.�
�And who should have been fucking you all this time mudblood?�
�You master. I�m sorry master.�
�Did you enjoy sucking Pansy�s pussy slut?�
�Oh yes master. I picture that often when I masturbate late at night.�
�I�m feeling generous tonight mudblood. As long as I must make up new rings for you anyways, is there anyone else you need besides Snape, Parkinson, and Malfoy?�
�Master,� Hermione wasn�t sure if she could say this or not. �Master, I would very much to be used by Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix LeStrange master.�
Harry�s head snapped back a bit. Lucius wasn�t a big surprise. He was a handsome man and noted for his cruelty towards muggleborns. Bellatrix was an insane female version of Lucius he supposed. It made a twisted sort of sense. �Very well mudblood. I will allow them to use you as I see fit.�
Hermione could feel her sex quiver at the thought that soon Lucius and Bellatrix would both join in whipping and shagging and degrading her. It was more than she ever hoped for and more than she ever would have dare ask of Severus. Harry might not be a natural at this but she had to admit he was quickly developing the instincts.
�Enough talk of reward slave when you haven�t yet taken your punishment. I think thirty will atone for your past misjudgments, will it not?�
�Please master, make it fifty. I�ve been very very bad and need to be punished properly. I should have been serving you for years master. You should have been the one to give me my first whipping. I should have allowed you to take my virginity master and I did not wait for you. You should have been the first and only man to ever sodomize me master. I�m very sorry. Please punish me. I deserve a good whipping master. I deserve it so much. I�ve been so bad master. When you�ve finished whipping me, it�s only fitting that you shag my bottom master. Please. I want you to shag my arse until I can�t remember my own name. Until I can forget I was ever foolish enough to serve anyone but you.�
�So be it mudblood.� Harry pushed Mione�s head down into the bed and began gently rubbing her arse with the flat side of the brush in his hand, letting the anticipation build in her. Her ass cheeks quivered and erupted gooseflesh as he slid the smooth cold silver over her flesh. �Not exactly my cup of tea,� thought Harry. �But I think I could get used to this.
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