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The next morning,
Harry awakens to the scent of strawberries.
He opens his eyes and can make out a brown blur. He snuggles a little closer to Hermione and
gets a better smell of her hair before he reluctantly disengages. He puts on his glasses and scans the room
more closely than he did the night before.
There’s three efficiency cots, two dressers and one King sized bed. Harry can see one blonde still sleeping but
his other thralls are no where to be seen.
He grabs his toiletries and heads for the shower.
While Harry is in
the shower, Tonks returns to the room for a quick change of clothes.
Hermione is in her
bra and kickers when the door opens to allow Tonks to enter the room. “Hiya Tonks.”
The Auror looks
over to her mistress, “Wotcher Hermione.”
Hermione reaches
into the closest to grab her robes, accidentally pulling her knickers tight
against her bum.
Tonks can see a
faint outline in Hermione’s knickers as she gets her own robes. “You still wearing that butt plug?”
Hermione blushes
as she turns around, “Yeah. I wear it
all the time unless I have to use the loo.”
Tonks nods her
head, “Tell Harry I needed to talk to Dumbledore.”
By the time
Harry’s cleaned up, both Cissa and Hermione are up and about.
“Master, my sister
said she wanted to get an early start and my niece had to consult with the
headmaster.”
“Thank you
Cissa. How will you be spending your
day?”
“I’ll be spending
most of my day in here, going over the spell books your parents left for you
and the rest will be spent patrolling the hallways, looking for mischief not of
your doing.”
Harry grins at the
last bit.
Hermione soon
returns from the shower and the two head for the common room where they find
the rest of the teens waiting for them.
Ron is looking
particularly upbeat while Luna looks even more out of it than normal.
Harry decides that
he really doesn’t want to know and the group heads down to the Great Hall.
At breakfast,
McGonagall gives the teen their schedules.
All of them except Luan and Ginny have DADA first thing. After that, Ron has CoMC and Herbology while
Harry and Hermione have Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
As they approach
the door to the DADA room, Harry surreptitiously draws his wand.
To their surprise,
they find the door open and that they are the first to arrive.
Harry’s instincts
go off just before they touch the door.
Without a word, Harry waves the others back. He then uses a gentle repelling charm to push
the door open. As soon as the door is
open far enough for a person to enter, a scarlet beam shoots through the
doorway.
Harry leads the
way as the teens enter the room, hexing up a storm as they go. Once they are all the way in, they find
Professor Snape unconscious, apparently from the first set of curses they’d
used.
Harry grabs the
fallen teacher’s wand while Hermione wakes up the greasy haired man.
Snape sits up with
a start to find four very angry teenagers.
He looks at them, “Normally, you would be in trouble for attacking a
teacher; however, you passed your first exam of the year with flying
colors. May I have my wand back?”
Harry gives the
professor a particularly nasty glare before he tosses the wand.
Slowly the rest of
the class trickles in and are not attacked.
When the bell rings to announce the start of class, the door slams shut
and Snape says, “Welcome to NEWT preparatory Defense Against
the Dark Arts. We will be focusing
heavily on actual magical combat this year.
Those of you who do not have the coordination,” Snape glares at Neville,
“to duel effectively, will no doubt wish to transfer out immediately.”
Harry makes a mental note to come down on
Snape the first chance he gets.
“This morning upon
arrival at class, Misters Potter, Longbottom, Weasley and Ms. Granger were
beset upon by an unknown assailant. They
managed to subdue the attacker with no injury of any sort to themselves, which
is quite remarkable. Their counter
attack was short and brutal, but no more than was needed to take out the
attacker. Now, under normal circumstances
that would be worthy of House Points, but given the circumstances, they will be
excused from the homework for the remainder of the month.”
Everyone is amazed
by the professor’s actions.
“Now, we will
begin class by having several practice duels.
The rules are very simple, no lethal or regulated spells. Now, as Mr. Potter has more dueling
experience from his time as Hogwarts Champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament, he
shall have the distinguished honor of facing me in the first duel.”
Snape waves his wand
and the room seems to expand, leaving a dueling arena at the front of the
class.
Snape smirks
evilly as he steps up to the mark.
Harry has his wand
in hand as he steps towards the other mark.
“Mr. Malfoy, would
you please start the match?”
Draco is grinning
from ear to ear as he walks to between the combatants. He stands between the two and extends his
arm.
Harry prepares a
Shield spell while Snape sets up for an all out barrage.
Draco brings his
arm down and as he turns to jump out of the way, he deliberately steps into
Harry’s line of sight, hoping to distract the young wizard. However, his plan back fires as he catches
Snape’s first spell in the back. He
falls forward and his Transfiguration is complete before he hits the
ground. The class breaks up laughing at
the sight of a blonde ferret. However,
Snape and Harry don’t have time to be amused.
Severus launches a
convoluted series of hexes that Harry barely manages to dodge.
Harry rolls to his
feet and launches a mix of Stunning and Disarming spells.
Snape manages to
shield against most of Potter’s spells and dodge the rest. He responds with a Whirlwind Charm that Harry
barely manages to get out of the way of.
Harry thinks
quickly and hopes the new spell works.
Harry aims his wand and shouts, “Darwinismus Faßte!”
A burst of light
shoots from Harry’s wand and connects with the surprised professor’s chest.
There’s a bright
flash of light and when it clears, everyone breaks up laughing. Where there once was Professor Snape now is a
creature with an odd assortment of limbs.
It has one leg of a giraffe while the other is that of a rhinoceros, it
has the torso of a zebra, one arm is that of a dog while the other is from a
turtle, and it has the head of an elephant.
The thing trumpets loudly as it falls to the ground.
Harry’s still
laughing as he says, “Give up sir?”
Snape manages a
barely perceptible nod.
Harry manages the
counter spell with only minimal problems with laughing.
Snape stands up
with as much dignity as he can manage as he picks up his wand. He then bows to Harry who returns the
bow. “Mr. Potter, we will need to speak
after class concerning that spell and its appropriateness when used against a
teacher.”
Harry has a smug
grin on his face as he takes a seat.
Snape regards
Draco for a moment before he changes him back to normal. “Mr. Malfoy, in the future you will wish to
avoid trying to influence the outcome of duels.
You are hereby penalized one month’s detention for your actions. Please step up to the mark for your
duel. Hmm… I think Ms. Granger would make for a proper
opponent, if you would please Ms. Granger.”
Hermione steps up
to the opposite mark while Snape takes up the position that Draco had. He brings his arm down and fades away,
allowing the match to start in earnest.
Draco is just
getting his shield up as two Stunners and a Disarming charm connect with
it. Draco barely manages to dodge as all
of them tear through his shield like it doesn’t even exist. He sends back a hurried Stunner which
Hermione easily blocks.
The young witch
aims a spell at the ground below Draco that turns it into a mass of vines that
trips him up. While he’s distracted,
Hermione quickly plans out her assault before launching four spells.
The first spell
flashes brilliantly, blinding everyone in the room for a moment. When everybody can see clearly, they start to
breakout laughing again. Draco is
suspended upside-down from the ceiling, in a full bodybind completely naked.
Snape almost
shrieks, “MS. GRANGER!” The professor
looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.
Hermione has a
smug grin on her face as she meekly says, “Yes sir?”
“I DON’T EVEN WANT
TO KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT SPELL, BUT NEVER USE IT IN CLASS AGAIN! AM I UNDERSTOOD?”
Hermione chuckles
quietly, the smirk never leaving her face, “Yes sir.”
Snape is starting
to get his heart back under control as he releases the ex-Prefect. “Go get dressed Mr. Malfoy, and remember this
incident when speaking to Ms. Granger in the future, please!”
Draco’s hands are
covering his minute equipment as he shuffles out of the room.
The remainder of
the class is split almost in half by those that were in the DA and those that
were not. The students who were not in
the DA routinely find themselves pitted against those that were and find
themselves coming in a poor second.
Finally, all of
the students have dueled and not a single non-DA member has triumphed over a
member of the Defense Association.
Snape stands at
the front of the class. “For those of
you too slow to do the math,” he looks directly at some of his Slytherin’s,
“every victor had one common factor.
They were all part of last years illegal Defense Association. The club will be continued this year in an
official capacity lead by Mr. Potter and overseen by our new security
consultant, Auror Nymphadora Tonks.”
Snape doesn’t even have a chance to move as a curse flies out of the
door to the teachers’ room and hits him square in the arse. He jumps into the air with a howl of pain as
Tonks walks into the classroom.
“If I’ve told you
once, I’ve told you a thousand times, DON’T CALL ME NYPHADORA!”
Snape glares at
his assistant. “I stand corrected.”
Tonks give him a
cheeky grin, “Well, you ain’t sitting for a while so I guess that’ll do.”
Turning back to
the grinning students, “Your homework for next class is to analyze your duel,
the good and the bad. Dismissed.”
The bell rings at
Snape’s last word.
All of the
students except Harry file out, unable to stop talking about the class. Finally, it’s only Snape and Harry in the
classroom.
“I take it I did
something to anger you Harry?”
“Yes, I took
exception to the remark to Neville.”
Snape nods his
head in thought, “Very well. I did not
anticipate such a strong reaction concerning your friends and I should
have. I will *try* to not insult Mr.
Longbottom, but old habits are hard to break.”
Harry smirks at
the man, “Don’t worry sir, just remember, I have an entire bag full of tricks
like the one I used today.”
If at all possible
Snape pales even further, “Out of curiosity, what spell did you use?”
Harry grins, “A
German spell, translates into ‘Darwin’s
Grab-bag’.”
Snape’s eyes go
wide in comprehension of what could have gone wrong.
“If you will
excuse me sir, Hermione and I will be late if I don’t leave.”
“Why didn’t she
leave on her own?”
“Her
Oath sir. We don’t want to
stretch things further than needed.”
Snape nods his
head before he Summons a small piece of parchment and
a quill. He scratches out something on
the parchment before handing it to Harry.
“So you won’t have break any rules to get to
class.”
“Thank you sir,”
Harry says as he leaves the room to find Hermione waiting for him.
Hermione takes
Harry’s hand and leads him to a hallway not far from the Library.
In one of the
classrooms, they find half a dozen students waiting for them and sitting at the
front of the room on the top of her desk is a dark haired woman who looks in
her late twenties, wearing a black micro-miniskirt, a v-cut shirt that would
mean that any bra she was wearing would have to be very low cut, and a pair of
three inch spike heels.
She stands up as
the pair enters the room. Her voice is
smoother than silk as she says, “Ah… Hermione, Harry,
let me guess, Snape?”
“Yes Marissa. Harry, this is Marissa Sesso. She’s the teacher.”
Marissa sticks her
hand out, “Pleasure to have you in class Harry.
In case Hermione hasn’t briefed you, we’re pretty informal in here, so
few students take the class that there’s never been a problem with it.”
Harry takes her
hand and forces himself to focus on her face.
“I’m glad to be here. I hope I
won’t slow things down too bad.”
Marissa laughs
lightly. “Don’t worry, I taught Narcissa
Black. She and Hermione should have you
up to speed in no time at all.”
She waves her hand
at the blackboard and a set of lines appear on it.
“Today we are
going to deal with something relatively simple, Old English Runes.”
Harry focuses on
the runes for a moment before he starts to mouth words.
Marissa stares at
Harry hard, “Can you translate this Harry?”
Harry’s voice is
slightly distant as he says, “It means something along the lines of ‘Welcome
Stranger’.”
Marissa grins
madly, “It actually does mean ‘Many Welcomes Stranger’ but how did you know?”
“You seem to be
familiar with my situation concerning Narcissa Black, how much do you know
about it?”
“Only that she and
her sister now belong to you.”
“The spell I used
was Servus secus.”
“Ah… the Sex Slave
curse. It means
that you can access a bit of their abilities correct?”
“Yes it does.”
“Interesting, this
could get fun. I know about the spell
because I’ve studied a great deal of old texts trying to decipher many
different runes.”
Marissa waves her
wand again and the rune is replaced with a different one. “Can you translate this one Harry?”
Harry can feel the
knowledge tickling the back of his brain.
He starts to go through words based on their sound. Finally, he’s translated the runes and he
blushes. “I hope I’m wrong, but I come
up with the translation, ‘House of Love’.”
Marissa looks at
Harry for a moment before she turns back to the board. She stares for a moment and closes her
eyes. Her eyes snap behind her eyelids
for almost a minute before she blushes and turns to Harry. “I am so sorry. You’re right.
I miss aligned one part. It was
supposed to be ‘Lovely house’.” She
waves her wand and the runes realign themselves. “Alright, as it would appear the teacher is
in more need of help than the student, let’s begin in earnest.”
Cissa is in the
library and can feel her master gently touching her mind when a rather pretty
Asian girl approaches her. In a timid
voice, the girl says, “Excuse me Ms. Black.”
“Yes, how may I
help you?”
“My name is Cho
Chang and I wanted to speak to you in private if you don’t mind.”
Narcissa’s mind
momentarily clouds with rage at the pain this harlot had caused her
master. However, before Cissa can reach
for her wand, reason reasserts itself.
“Of course Ms. Chang, there’s a private room right over here.” Narcissa leads the girl to a small reading
room that is easily sealed. Once their
privacy is ensured, Narcissa says, “Now how can I help you?”
“I read about the
situation between you, your sister and Harry.”
“Yes, we’re his
property and he is our owner, lord, and master.”
Cho takes a
steadying breath, “You probably know about what happened last year correct?”
“I know full well
that you lead him on falsely until Valentines Day and then betrayed him for
some girl named Edgecombe.”
Cho almost takes a
step back at the venom in the other woman’s voice. “I wasn’t leading him on, honestly. I was still grieving over Cedric and I will
admit I was using Harry primarily as a connection to him.” Cho looks at Cissa with tears in her eyes,
“But damn it all, I do care about Harry.
Not for the Boy-Who-Lived crap, but because he’s a kind and generous
man. I want to apologize to him for all
the crap I put him through last year. I
was going to do it when school started, but then I saw the article in the Daily Prophet about you and your
sister. I was hoping you would help me.”
Narcissa’s gaze
has thawed a bit as she says, “Help you how?”
“I want to do
proper penance. However, I’m afraid that
he’ll curse me on sight rather than allow me to explain myself and ask for his
forgiveness.”
Narcissa’s mind
wars with her instinctive hatred of the woman who hurt her master. Finally she says, “I’ll help you at least get
heard but I can’t make any promises beyond that.”
Cho looks at
Narcissa and says, “You will? Thank
you.”
“I said I would
help you, but there’s a price.”
“I’ll do anything
for the chance to have Harry hear my case.”
“Very well, the
first part of the fee is that you will take one hundred swats on your naked
bum.”
“You mean as in a
spanking?”
“Indeed I do. You will also have to be completely naked,”
Cissa says, knowing that if there is any doubt in the girls mind, this should
stop her cold.
Cho’s hands are
shaking as she reaches up and undoes her robe.
She takes off her robe and lays it across the desk. She pulls her shirt off, revealing her silk
clad breasts. She turns around,
presenting her luscious arse to Cissa as she bends over and takes off her shoes
and socks. She undoes her trousers and
once more bends at the hips as she takes them off. Narcissa licks her lips as Cho slowly peels
off her silk panties, revealing a tight bum.
Cho turns around and Cissa can see Cho’s shaven snatch. Cho reaches up and undoes the front clasp on
her bra before laying it on the desk.
“I’m ready for my spanking.”
Narcissa licks her
lips, “Lay across my lap please.”
Cho hesitantly
lies down, instinctively expecting to get poked in the stomach.
Cissa rubs Cho’s rump
for a second, and thinks to herself that she could bounce a Knut off of the bitch’s behind. She
brings her hand back and delivers a very strong swat to Cho’s bum.
Cho’s cunt starts
to wet at the sting of the first swat.
She can hear the air being displaced moments before the other arsecheek
explodes in pain. She starts to rub her
thighs together as she starts up the familiar path.
Narcissa watches
in amazement as the young witch shudders in orgasm after receiving thirty-five
swats.
Cho’s arse is on fire
as Narcissa brings down the eightieth blow.
She bites her lip to crying out as she comes for the second time.
Finally Narcissa
counts one hundred blows to Cho’s bum.
As the younger witch stands up, Narcissa takes a moment to dry the wet
spot on her robe. She locks eyes with
the young witch and reaches out to gently touch her mind. What she finds surprises Narcissa and the
possibilities for her master excite her.
Cho just stands in
front of Cissa; she doesn’t even rub her behind. Narcissa stands up and takes off her robe, to
reveal the altered French maid outfit.
Cissa pulls the mini-skirt up to reveal her own shaven pussy before
sitting down. “The second half of the
fee is that you must eat me out.”
Cho hesitantly
drops to her knees in front of Narcissa.
The smell of an aroused woman is almost over powering as Cho leans
in. She closes her eyes and tries to
remember what felt good when Cedric went down on her.
Narcissa gasps in
surprise as she feels a fingertip push gently into her folds. She almost sees stars when Cho locks her lips
around Cissa’s clit and bite down very gently.
Cho starts to bob
her head up and down just like she did when she went down on Cedric. She brings her other hand up and hopes the
books her parents were hiding from her work.
She places her thumb two centimeters above Cissa’s clit and gently rubs.
Narcissa screams
wordlessly as she comes with almost volcanic force.
Cho licks up the
liquid shooting into her mouth and to her surprise finds it fairly pleasant
tasting.
Finally, Cissa
comes down from her orgasmic bliss. She
looks down at the kneeling girl. “Get
dressed. I’ll let you know when the time
is right. I hope you know what you’re
doing.”
Cho quickly gets
dressed, cleans up her face, and gets back to class.
Back in Ancient
Runes, Harry’s distracted for several minutes before he can bring his
Occulmency training to bear.
Finally, class is
dismissed, with almost no homework assigned to anyone. As they walk to lunch, Hermione explains that
Marissa rarely assigns homework. At
lunch, the six eat at the Gryffindor table and compare notes.
Cho watches Harry,
guiltily aware of what she had done with Narcissa.
Finally, it’s time
for the groups to split up once more.
Amazingly, it would appear that Luna and Ginny share the same schedule.
Hermione leads
Harry down the same corridor as the one that Ancient Runes is in. However, they go past that classroom to the
next door. Inside there’s only four
other students and a blonde lady in her thirties in a tight black leather skirt
and a semi-loose top. She says, “Ah… Hermione good to see you back and the infamous Harry Potter. Marissa and I talked over lunch and explained
that connection of yours, I look forward to great things from you.”
“Elaine, how good
to see you. Did you enjoy your trip to France?”
“Indeed I
did. But that’s for another time. For now, we must make like beavers and get to
work. Mr. Potter, do you have any
practical questions?”
“Perhaps, I’ve
always been more prone to application than theory. So my question would be, how is it that some
spells can be blocked, shielded, or warded and others can’t?”
Elaine grins,
“Right to the heart of the matter, just as I expected from you Mr. Potter. You are a man of action, but you can at least
admit to it. Now it all comes down to
power. However much we might not like to
admit it, whether or not a spell can be defended against is based on
power.” She then begins lecturing in
earnest.
By the time the
class is finished for the day, Harry feels like his head is about to explode
from too much information. He and
Hermione drop their books off in their rooms, meeting up with the others and
the group walks down to dinner.
Bellatrix watches
her last class file out with a sigh of relief.
Without a backwards glance, she leaves and seals the room before heading
to her master’s bedroom.
Narcissa finishes
her last walk around the library, looking for stragglers. She can feel a small draw to her master’s
rooms. In the bedroom, she finds her
sister simply staring out the window. Cissa walks over to the other woman and lays a
gentle hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong sis?”
Bella’s voice is
oddly dispassionate, “Nothing Cissy.”
“Don’t feed me
that line Trixie, now give,” comes the reply as Cissa
steps to the side of her sisters and puts an arm around her shoulder.
The raven haired
woman sighs desperately, “I was just thinking about the next public scene.”
“You know if you
asked our master, he would exclude you.”
Bella leans her
head down and places it on Cissa’s shoulder, “I know, but that wouldn’t be fair
to you.”
“Why don’t you
spell out the problem for me and make sure we’re on the same page.”
Bella closes her
eyes for a moment. “You know I don’t
mind the pain, the humiliation, or the degrading when it’s just us and our
master. When it’s out in public however,
it makes me ill. The same things I enjoy
when it is just our master, his mistress, and we thralls disgusts me if there’s
anyone else.”
Narcissa nods her
head, “And what are you going to do?”
Bella sighs as she
straightens up, “I’m going to do what I must.
If I bow out that would leave only you to take the humiliation and I
won’t turn my back on family. I just
hope our master doesn’t develop a taste for this.”
Cissa smiles,
“I’ve heard a great deal about our master from my son over the years. I truly doubt that he will develop a taste
for these, in fact, I suspect he is even more repulsed than you are.”
Harry’s mind is
uneasy as he eats, finally he says, “I’m heading up to our rooms.”
All the teens nod
and Hermione says, “You mind if I stick around here for a bit Harry?”
“Not at all, but
if you start to get dizzy, grab somebody and head for the room fast.”
Hermione nods her
head and resumes her talk with Ginny.
Harry curses his
memory as he heads to his room, hoping to find Bella.
Bella meets her
master in the common room, “You were looking for me master?”
Harry sits down
and Bella kneels at his feet, “Yes I was.
I have talked to Neville about you making amends for what you did to his
parents.”
Bella swallows,
“Master, I don’t mean to sound impudent, but I must ask. Are you going to do this with everyone I
injured before I became your property?”
Harry smashes his
first, rather violent, reaction and says, “No.
I just don’t want there to be any friction between my friends.”
Bella nods before
she leans down and gently kisses each of Harry’s feet, “As you will
master. How shall I do my penance?”
“That is for them to decide. Ginny and Neville will be deciding your
punishment. We will work out the exact
details when the first Hogsmead weekend is announced, but this is one little
added bit. If they come to you seeking
help in ways to punish you, you will aid them in what ever way you can. This includes, but is not limited to,
teaching them spells to use, suggesting scenes that they might wish to play
out, or producing items for them to use.
In short, you are to aid them as you would aid me in planning and
eventually executing your punishment. Am
I clear?”
With Harry’s last
words, Bella knows that she can not refuse or sandbag, “I understand master.”
“Thank you
Bella. I know you don’t like it, but I
believe it to be for the best.”
Bella nods and
stands up as they hear voices enter the room.
The other teens
appear and all of them, even Ron, break out their homework and get to work.
Later that night,
Mione is sleeping on one of the cots while Bella and Cissa snuggle up with a
naked Harry. She looks over to the next
bed where Tonks is sleeping peacefully.
As she watches the sleeping Auror, Hermione’s mind slips back to the talk
they had at #12.
***
“What’s with the
Mistress thing?”
Tonks swallows
nervously, knowing she’s stepped in it.
“Um, can we talk about this later?”
Hermione scowls at
Tonks, “No. Whenever you are this
evasive, I know there’s something I need to know.”
Tonks sighs, “You
know about the spell Harry used on me right?”
“A bit, though I
haven’t gotten around to going over that book with a fine tooth comb yet.”
“Well, one of the
side effects is a minor telepathic bond between master and slaves.”
“Hmm… That would help to explain how you managed to
know what Harry was thinking that night in the bar. But I’m still missing the relevance.”
“Hermione, what is
the female version of ‘master’?”
“I know, it’s ‘mistress’ that’s why I asked in the first place.”
“Hermione, my
master has deep feelings about you. I do
honestly believe that someday, if you demonstrate a
willingness, he will ask you to be his wife. So deep are his feelings for you that
anything we do to please you, pleases him.”
Hermione looks at
Tonks dumbstruck. “I can’t believe
it. Why would he care about me?”
Tonks smiles,
“Like you said at your initiation, you have always looked out for him, even if
it meant doing something that angered him or breaking rules. He appreciates loyalty like that girl, don’t
ever break that.”
***
Hermione looks
over to where Harry’s sleeping and thinks, “I will never break your trust
Harry, master.”
A/N: Until next
time.
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