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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272930 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter List
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Chapter 17 — Back to School

The rest of the break passed in more-or-less the same fashion. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were used continually by the other occupants of the house, though always with a care that Molly and Arthur remained ignorant. On New Year’s Eve, Hermione returned home, though, as she had suspected, the order was wary of letting Harry travel on such short notice (not being aware of his excursions in London with Ginny and Luna). Their only expedition had been into Muggle London and Diagon Alley with Bill and Fleur to buy a new wardrobe for Ron, an activity that Fleur, Ginny, and Luna made as humiliating — and arousing — as possible for both him and Harry. Harry in particular was driven crazy by Fleur’s insistence on modeling lingerie at every stop they made.

Finally, it was time to return to Hogwarts. Arthur commandeered a pair of Ministry cars to take them to King’s Cross. Once they were on the train, Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Ron — Ronnie, now — wandered the corridors, looking for a compartment. Finally, they ran into Neville. Ron’s new attire, not fully feminine, but decidedly more so than it had been the previous term, attracted quite a bit of attention.

“Hey, sluts,” he said, attracting a few additional stares from other students. “Ronnie, why don’t you, Ginny, and Luna come with me. Me, Dean, and Seamus have a few seats open in our compartment.” Luna instantly slid under one of Neville’s arms. “Harry, Professor Slughorn was getting some people together in the last carriage, and asked for you. I think they invited Hermione, too.”

Harry, knowing what this likely meant, felt his heart begin to race. He nodded to Neville and headed further down the train. When he reached the last compartment, he knocked on the door with some trepidation.

“Who is it?” Came Slughorn’s voice.

“Harry Potter, sir,” he replied. The door clicked open.

“Harry, m’boy! Come in!”

Harry entered. The compartment had been converted to a capacious sitting room. Slughorn sat in a plush armchair, swirling a glass of brandy. Cormac lounged on a chaise, puffing on a cigar. Several other plump chairs were scattered throughout the carriage.

“Help yourself to a drink, Harry.” Suggested Slughorn, indicating the bar cart. As Harry poured himself a snifter of brandy, the professor continued, slyly. “I’ve invited Miss Granger to join us for our journey back to Hogwarts, and Mr. McClaggan suggested that you would be amenable to joining us as well.”

“Yes, sir,” said Harry.

“Very good! Cormac…who else did you say that you invited?”

“Oh, yes. Susan Bones, my new girlfriend, will be joining us. We met at the Minister’s Ball. Neville Longbottom said that he and the Patil twins might stop by as well.”

“Ah, yes. Mr. Longbottom. I’ve enjoyed hearing of his exploits. A remarkable young man, even if he doesn’t have the head for potions, though, as we know from Mr. Potter here: an aptitude for potions doesn’t necessarily equate to, ahem…other…things.”

He trailed off, seemingly wanting to maintain a gentlemanly facade, though the effect was spoiled by Cormac’s guffaw and Slughorn’s own taunting tone of voice.

Harry was curious how Cormac’s treatment of him and Hermione would change now that he was dating Susan. Would he behave around Susan, or did she know everything? His question was answered shortly after the train left the station when Susan and Hermione entered the compartment. Hermione was dressed in a slightly abbreviated version of her school uniform, with shorter than acceptable skirt and stockings, and high heels. Her hair was mussed and her face looked slightly damp.

Susan, looking even happier than usual, was dressed in a tight-fitting gold cardigan, short black skirt, and knee-high black boots. As soon as the door was closed she swatted Hermione on the ass.

“On your knees!” She ordered. Cormac smirked at Harry as Hermione obeyed.

“Hi, Harry!” Said Susan cheerfully. “Your girlfriend was just eating me out. She’s pretty good at it! Hi, Professor Slughorn! Hi, baby!”

She flung herself at Cormac and kissed him deeply. He snaked a hand around behind her and hiked her skirt up to grope her ample ass.

“Welcome, Miss Bones!” Said Slughorn, acting as if there wasn't a girl crawling across the floor. “Ah, Miss Granger,” he added, lowering himself into a chair, “why don’t you come over here. Mr. McClaggan and Miss Bones seem intent on providing me with some entertainment. I’d like you to add to the effect.”

Harry watched as Hermione crawled towards the professor, a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips and reached up to part Slughorn’s robes, drawing out his cock in the same gesture. Harry felt his jaw drop at the size of him. Susan was clearly impressed, too.

“Wow, Professor!” She said, “that thing’s huge! If I was into older guys…” she giggled. “I might have to spread some rumors…Pansy, Lavender, and Hannah Abbott all have things for older men. Pansy likes them big, too.”

Slughorn laughed jovially as Hermione began to lick up and down his length.

“Just don’t spread any rumors too widely. I’d prefer Albus not know that I’m getting too close with my students!” As he said this, he pressed his hand to the top of Hermione’s head, forcing her further down his cock.

Meanwhile, Susan had fished out Cormac’s cock, and was stroking it to its full length as well.

“Hey, Harry,” she called, as she sank to her knees, “how about you come lick my pussy! I want to see if you’re better than Hermione.”

“Lose the clothes, too, Potter,” ordered Cormac with a laugh, “you, too, slut. Panties and stockings, only!”

“Allow me to assist!” Said Slughorn. He waved his wand casually, and Harry and Hermione found themselves stripped; leaving Hermione in nothing but her thigh-high white stockings, and Harry in an emerald green thong and knee high socks that Ginny had chosen for him that morning.

Harry positioned himself beneath Susan and she lowered herself onto his face, smothering him between voluptuous cheeks. He reached out his tongue and began to lap at her dripping pussy. After a few short minutes, she was cumming.

“Oh, Merlin!” She cried, taking her mouth briefly off Cormac’s cock. “He is good at this!”

“He’d better be,” said Cormac, pulling Susan’s mouth back on, “It’s the only way a little boy like him will ever satisfy a woman!”

“Quite so,” said Slughorn. “I say, Miss Bones, would you mind removing your shirt? I would love to see your breast.”

Cormac obliged, waving his wand to leave both himself and Susan naked.

“Get in my lap, babe. Potter can keep licking, but I want my cock in your cunt.”

Cormac sank back into a chair and Susan climbed into his lap, facing forward, and began to ride him. Harry obediently moved back in and continued to lick her pussy, as well as Cormac’s cock.

“What do you think of my tits, professor?” Asked Susan, cupping them playfully.

“Simply marvelous, my dear. They put Miss Granger’s to shame, I must say. Speaking of, Miss Granger, why don’t you get yourself up on my cock, too. I’ve quite missed your pussy this past week.”

“Yes, sir!” Panted Hermione. She mounted the professor and cradled herself against his ample stomach, sheathing his monstrous cock in her pussy.

“Look at that, Harry!” Said Susan, twisting Harry’s head around so that he could look. “Look how much he’s stretching her out! Merlin, that’s hot! I’d never have guessed that Hermione Granger was such a slut! If you had a half decent sized cock, you’d be a lucky boy! I guess you still are, in a way! Not every shrimp dick even gets to eat pussy or get fucked…I hear that Neville doesn’t even let the Creavey boys do more than suck cocks.”

***

Meanwhile, in a compartment nearer the front of the train, Ginny was sandwiched between Neville and Dean, with Luna on the ground licking Neville’s asshole. Ron, meanwhile, was bent over at the waist to provide Seamus with access to his ass, and to allow him to suck Luna’s cock at the same time.

“I’m going to miss having this ass in my dorm every night,” said Seamus. “Maybe I’ll just sneak you in at night. I’ll get your pussy now, too, Ronnie. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Seamus,” panted Ron, momentarily removing his mouth from Luna’s cock.

“It’ll be nice,” said Neville, thrusting deeper into Ginny’s ass. He thrust a few fingers into her mouth to satisfy her questing tongue. “You can have Ronnie, I’ll have Parvati over every night, Dean can have Ginny, and Harry and Hermione can keep everyone clean. It’ll be a great system!”

At that moment, Ginny collapsed into a body-shaking orgasm.

“Merlin’s saggy balls,” grunted Dean. He emptied his cock straight into Ginny’s spasming pussy.

“Damn right,” said Neville, following suit. Seamus and Luna were close behind, and within a few moments activity in the compartment had settled considerably. Ron was on his knees, cleaning Seamus’s cock, while Luna, having first cleaned Ginny’s holes, was providing the same service to Neville.

“So I think I’ll leave you all to it,” said Neville, patting Luna on the cheek. “Why don’t you and Ginny keep Dean occupied, pet? Ronnie and Seamus seem to be getting along just fine. I promised Cormac that I’d stop by with the Patils to say hello to Professor Slughorn.”

He pulled up his trousers, ran his fingers through his hair, and ducked out of the compartment. On his way to the back of the train, he knocked on the door of the compartment that held Parvati, Padma, Lavender, Hannah Abbott, and a few other girls.

“Sorry to barge in,” he said kindly, “but could I borrow Parvati and Padma? Professor Slughorn was hoping they could attend the little Slug Club gathering he’s holding.”

“Ooo,” said Lavender, “When did you two get invited?”

“He's impressed with Daddy’s work at the ministry,” lied Padma, “wanted us to join the Club for the political connections, I think.”

“Have fun!” Said Hannah.

Once they were out of the compartment, and through the door to the last carriage, Neville gave each girl a pat on the butt, and in unison, the girls took out their wands and waved them at each other, their robes shifting to form sleek, form-fitting body stockings — Parvati’s in red, Padma’s in blue. The girls also summoned a pair of leashes, which they attached to their now visible collars. They handed the ends to a smirking Neville, who lead them through the door into Slughorn’s private compartment.

Inside, Cormac had Susan bent over a side table, and was pistoling energetically into her ass. Hermione was once again crouched in front of Slughorn, cleaning his cock with her tongue while Harry knelt behind her, licking the Professor’s copious load out of her oozing vagina.

“Having fun, everyone?” Asked Neville as soon as the door was closed.

“Ah, Mr. Longbottom! Welcome!” Called Slughorn. “And the lovely Patils. So good to see the two of you.”

“Girls, why don’t you go take over from the Mudblood? Show the Professor how good you are with that mouth? Harry, Hermione: you can lick their asses while they service the good professor. Cormac, flip Susan over…let’s give her a real good time.

***

By the time the train reached Hogwarts, the occupants of Slughorn’s compartment had well and truly exhausted themselves. Sexually sated: Neville, Cormac, Susan, and Slughorn had all relaxed into comfortable chairs, drinks in hand, and were having their feet massaged by the four slaves present.

“Enjoyable as this is, Miss Patil,” said Slughorn as the train began to slow down, “I think we ought to wrap up.” He waved his wand and all four found themselves more appropriately attired. “Off you pop. Enjoy the feast!”

Cormac and Susan left first, followed by Neville and the Patil twins. Harry and Hermione left last of all. Upon exiting the train, they managed to find a carriage for themselves.

“That was a fun train ride,” said Hermione, once they were settled, “but I didn’t cum nearly enough.” She pulled her skirt up and tugged her underwear to the side. “Help me out, will you?”

Harry knelt on the floor of the carriage, and, as it started to bounce towards the castle, he began to lick Hermione’s slick folds, swallowing the copious globs of cum that oozed out of her.

“God, you’re good at that!” She groaned as Harry brought her to her climax. “Oh, shit! We’re at the castle. Come on, I’m starving!”

Harry wiped his mouth on his sleeve while Hermione quickly recomposed herself. They trotted up the castle steps hand in hand and into the great hall where they found seats at the Gryffindor table near Ginny, Dean, Seamus, and Ronnie. As the remaining students filed in, Professor McGonagall made her way towards their group.

“Weasley,” she said, beckoning to Ron. “Granger and Potter, too.”

They stood and moved off into a niche with the professor.

“I received a letter from you mother, Weasley. Do Potter and Granger know what it said?”

Ronnie nodded.

“Good. Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape will have everything ready for you in the hospital wing after supper. You are certain of your choice?”

“I am, Professor.”

“Very well. I’m sure it was not an easy one to arrive at, but know that you have the full support of the faculty. If you encounter any problems with the other students…” she cast a meaningful glance at the Slytherin table, “do not hesitate to bring them to our attention.”

Ronnie nodded.

“Go. Eat. Madame Pomfrey says that the procedure is best performed on a full stomach.” She marched away to scold Cormac, who had Susan sitting in his lap.

“Why is Snape going to be there?” Asked Ronnie, paling a little, as the trio resumed their seats.

“I bet there’s a potion involved,” said Harry.

“There is,” said Hermione. “I was reading about the procedure a little over break. It used to be done fully through transfiguration, but that’s less permanent, and most witches or wizards who made the change felt like they were wearing a costume…not like they were actually changing to truly align with who they were, if that makes sense.”

Harry and Ron nodded.

“Anyway, Madame Pomfrey helped develop the new technique for a student around ten years ago. There’s a round of potions and some shellwork to make the change permanent…it completely rewrites the DNA. Snape is the one who developed the potions for her.”

As they ate, Ronnie broke the news to Lavender — their only year mate who didn’t yet know — that he would soon be a she, and would be moving into the girls dormitory the next night. She was predictably thrilled and promised to help Ronnie with everything.

Throughout the meal, Harry found himself impressed by the ease with which his classmates were taking the news of Ronnie’s transition. So far, no one had made the sort of comments he had half-expected, given how many students (even some Gryffindors) treated half-bloods and muggle borns. He shrugged internally.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Hermione asked, as Ronnie got up from the table.

“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I’m sure Madame Pomfrey will keep Snape from being an ass.”

“Good luck!” Said Seamus, giving Ronnie a pat on the butt, “Can’t wait to see the results!” He winked, causing Ronnie to blush.

Madame Pomfrey and Snape were waiting in the hospital wing when she arrived.

“Good, you’re here,” said Madame Pomfrey. “Mr…I mean, Miss Weasley: are you prepared for the procedure?”

“What do I need to do?”

“We’ll step into this room,” she lead Ronnie into a private side chamber. “You’ll need to remove your clothing, and then we will administer three potions. Once the potions take effect, I perform several spells to make the effects permanent. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Then we will begin,” said Snape, pulling several bottles out of his bag.

Ronnie gulped and began to remove her clothing. She was sure that she saw Snape smirk at the sight of her still boyish body in a silk chemise, lacy panties, and white stockings. His attitude was, more or less, to be expected. What hurt was the little giggle that Madame Pomfrey let out when he dropped his panties to the floor.

“I’m sorry Miss Weasley,” she said. “Involuntary reaction. You could have stepped behind the screen, you know.” She gestured at the chin-high privacy screen set against the wall.

“Oh!” Ronnie blushed furiously and darted behind the screen.

Snape’s sneer widened.

“At least the potions won’t have much work to do,” he observed, portioning out the first one and handing it to Ronnie, whose blush deepened.

“Oh, be nice to the poor girl, Severus. You know how difficult a decision this must have been!”

“I did not mean it as offense, Weasley,” said Snape, almost kindly. Ronnie realized at that moment that the expression on Snape’s face wasn’t really a sneer, but a genuine smile. Almost affectionate. “You see,” he continued, “that particular part of the process — in either direction — is often the most arduous. As a boy, your…” he gestured to indicate length, “may have been a point on which you could be mocked, but in this scenario it is truly a blessing.”

Madame Pomfrey nodded in agreement, and patted Snape on the shoulder.

“Professor Snape has assisted me in this procedure many times, both here and at St. Mungo’s. Now, Miss Weasley, once you take the potions and we begin the spells, you must concentrate on the surface level changes you’d like your body to make. We’ll take care of the internal workings, but aesthetics are mostly up to you.”

Ronnie nodded, and in quick succession drank the three potions, and then Pomfrey and Snape began to cast an elaborate spell. Ronnie could feel the changes taking hold quickly.

Her hips widened, her stomach softened, her chin and cheekbones rounded. She felt her hair and eye lashes growing and the rest of her body hair (what was left after being ordered to shave most of it, at least) receding. Her lips filled out and her breasts began to grow, filling out rapidly to the C-cup that she had envisioned and even slightly beyond. Lastly, she felt her ass growing slightly while her cock shrank to the size of a small bean, with a tight, slick canal forming beneath it.

All of these changes happened rapidly. At the same time, she felt herself shrinking a few inches while bones and organs shifted unpleasantly inside her. At first, the experience wasn’t painful, just odd. Towards the end, however, some of the changes were almost excruciating, and it was all she could do not to cry out in agony.

At last, it was nearly over.

“You can wait outside, Severus,” said Madame Pomfrey. “I will have no further need of you at the moment.”

“Very well. I will be waiting in the main room.”

Once Snape was gone, Madame Pomfrey removed the privacy screen and escorted Ronnie to a floor length mirror.

“One more spell, Miss Weasley, and then we’re done. Take in the changes. I will begin the spell at your head and work down slowly. As I go, concentrate on any final details you’d like changed. I must say, you’ve done well. Most individuals who transition forget some fairly obvious surface level details. You seem to have thought everything through.”

“I guess,” said Ronnie, her voice coming out a little higher and throatier than before, “that this is something that I’ve wanted deep down for a long time. As soon as I made the choice, everything else seemed really clear.”

“Good. Step in front of the mirror now.”

Ronnie obeyed and looked at herself with pleasure. She stood a few inches shorter than she had before. Her hair, a more lustrous and silky red, hung partway down her back. As Madame Pomfrey slowly drew her wand down, Ronnie concentrated briefly on small details — slightly rounder, more feminine eyes, a less pronounced nose, few freckles. Below the neck she focused on darkening and enlarging her nipples ever so slightly, concentrated on a less pronounced thrust of hip, and, finally, allowed her feet to shrink a little more.

“And done.” Said Madame Pomfrey. “How do you feel?”

“I feel great! Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, Miss Weasley. Now, if you’ll get dressed, I’ll have Professor Snape escort you to Gryffindor Tower. I’ve taken the liberty of providing you with a girl’s uniform in your size. I’m sure you can transfigure the rest of your clothes. If not, Miss Granger will certainly help.”

Ronnie nodded and stepped back behind the screen to dress. While she did, Madame Pomfrey set out several potions.

“Here are a few more things for you. This is a simple pain potion…there is some possibility of discomfort from the process over the next few days. This is a weekly contraceptive potion.” She gave a slight, embarrassed cough. “I would normally ask if you wanted it, but while we were performing the spell, it was quite obvious that you were already…” she trailed off, and Ronnie nodded.

“Thanks. It saves me having to ask Hermione. Um…” there was another question she wanted to ask about side effects, but it was hard to say out loud. Madame Pomfrey seemed to know what it was and came to her rescue.

“Oh, yes. You may experience higher than usual levels of arousal for a day or so…consequence of your body adjusting to new hormones and stimulus. Now: to bed.”

She packed the potions away and handed them to Ronnie, who exited the procedure room. As promised, Snape was waiting in the reception area, though he had been joined by Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Neville.

“Excellent.” he said. “You are finished. I would normally discipline your classmates for such a flagrant violation of curfew,” he glared at them, “but given the circumstances, I will make an exception…under the condition that no detours are made on your way back to Gryffindor Tower. Understood?”

“Yes, Professor,” said Hermione. The others nodded.

“Good. I have been summoned by Professor Dumbledore, and do not wish to keep him waiting. You did well, Weasley.” He turned on his heel and strode away.

Ronnie found herself curiously moved by Snape’s attitude, and almost wished that he had remained to be her escort.

“Off with you lot!” Said Madame Pomfrey, shooing the group out of the Hospital Wing.

They waitied until they were a few turns away from the wing before breaking the silence.

“Oh my god, Ronnie,” squeeled Hermione, “you look amazing! How do you feel?”

“Looking good, mate!” Added Harry. Neville winked.

“Thanks!” Said Ronnie. “I feel really good! It’s just…it’s right!”

“Good for you,” said Hermione.

“Umm, Ronnie?” Asked Seamus, “could we talk in private for a minute?”

“Sure, Seamus. We’ll meet you guys back in the common room.”

Harry, Hermione, and Neville continued on as Seamus and Ronnie ducked into an empty classroom.

“That wasn’t exactly what I expected,” mused Hermione. Like Harry, she was used to Seamus’s unabashed exhibitionism. They had both expected his hands to be up Ronnie’s skirt the second they were out of sight of Madame Pomfrey.

“He and I had a talk earlier,” said Neville, who had also been less handsy than anticipated. “He’s asking Ronnie to be his girlfriend.” Harry and Hermione stopped in their tracks, staring at Neville wide-eyed.

“Really?” Asked Harry.

“Yup. He was thinking about it all break, how even when Hermione, and Ginny, and the twins were available he always gravitated towards Ronnie, and how he liked Ronnie sleeping in his bed even without fucking her. He said it all started after Ronnie came out…like he saw her clearly for the first time…something like that. Anyway, if Ronnie agrees, she’s off the market for indiscriminate fucking, unless Seamus decides to share. I hope he does, but if not…well,” he hiked up Hermione’s skirt and jammed several fingers into her eager pussy, “I’ve got other distractions. This’ll do nicely.”

He pushed open the door to one of the bathrooms and gave Hermione’s ass a swat. She skipped into the room followed by Neville and Harry, stripping away her clothes as she went.

“All right, sissy,” said Neville, “enough talking. Get me ready for her cunt! We’ll have to make this quick!”

Hermione gave a wave of her wand as Harry dropped obediently to his knees. By the time his knees hit the floor, he found himself dressed in an absurdly short pink skirt and tube top, bright yellow fishnet stockings, and high black heels. He could feel a thick coating of lipstick on his mouth as well. He reached up, pulled open Neville’s robe, and drew out his cock. By now there was almost no hesitation as he leaned in and took the cock into his mouth, licking and sucking to bring it to its full size.

As he had felt several times: this was just right. It was his place. As a bonus, it provided Hermione with pleasure, so, in a way, he was able to please her.

While Harry got Neville ready, Hermione was getting herself ready. Completely nude, she had bent over a sink and was furiously fingering her pussy with one hand. The other hand reached back to pull out her butt plug. Once she had set it aside, she began to finger her ass as well.

“Come fuck me, Neville!” She pleaded. “Pick a hole! Or both! I need a cock in me! Now!”

“You heard the lady, Harry,” said Neville. “Pick a hole. Which one should I fuck?”

Harry paused. This was a new conundrum. He’d never had to pick before. On the one hand, her ass seemed less intimate and, rather ridiculously, would make him feel less like he was being cuckolded. Then again, he knew that he would be required to eat Neville’s cum when this was over, and, if his cum was in Hermione’s ass, he might not be allowed to lick her pussy at all, which he desperately wanted to do. There was also the matter of pain and pleasure. Would Neville lube her ass, or go in with only saliva as lubrication? Would Hermione enjoy having her pussy fucked more, or would she take her pleasure from Neville’s enjoyment of her tight ass?

“Pussy, sir,” he said.

“Pussy it is!”

Neville patted Harry on the cheek and strode over to Hermione. He thrust quickly into her pussy and began to pump away. Within moments, she was moaning intensely.

“It’s so good! So big! Neville! Master! Can I cum?”

“Feel free, slut. Hey, Harry, come over here and kiss your girlfriend while I show her what a real man is.”

Harry obediently crawled towards the sinks and pulled Hermione into a kiss. Neville’s cock had made a mess of Harry’s lipstick, and now it smeared onto Hermione’s face as well.

“Tell your girlfriend that she’s a good slut!” Ordered Neville.

“You’re such a good slut, Hermione!” Said Harry.

“Mmmm,” replied Hermione, unprompted. “And you’re a perfect little sissy cuck!” She renewed the kiss as Neville increased his speed, nearing his own orgasm.

“Gonna cum!” Grunted Neville, before slamming deep into Hermione one more time, flooding her womb with his seed. After a moment to enjoy the post-orgasmic high, he spanked Hermione firmly on the ass.

“Clean me up, slut. Harry, you can clean her pussy up while she’s at it.”

Hermione sank reverently to her knees to lick the last of Neville’s cum and her own juices off his cock while Harry lay on the chilly stone floor, situating his face beneath Hermione’s well-creamed vagina. He began to lick, and, after a few moments, and a thick deluge of Neville’s cum, had her clean enough that he could taste her unique, utterly intoxicating flavor, mingled only slightly with the ultra-masculine musk of Neville’s seed.

“That’ll have to do, sluts,” said Neville, tucking his cock away in his pants. “Let’s get back to the tower.”

Hermione collected her clothes and dressed quickly before, once again, transfiguring Harry’s outfit. She returned his shirt, pants, and his regular shoes, but insisted that they be worn over his current outfit. She stuffed his heels into his bag, winking.

“I like you in those!” She kissed him swiftly on the cheek.

“Coast is clear,” said Neville, who was peering out of the door.

Together, the trio headed back towards Gryffindor Tower. Just before they reached the corridor leading to the portrait hole, they heard running feet and ducked into a niche.

“Get back here you trollop!” Came Filch’s unmistakable voice. “Every day it’s getting worse with you sluttly little bitches! Get back here!”

Peeking out from their niche, Harry saw two girls dash past. Both were wearing decidedly inappropriate attire — not that he was one to judge — consisting of short skirts, knee high socks, and midriff baring blouses. Their hair was arranged in short pigtails and even at a distance, their makeup — though smeared and running — was thickly layered and deliberately slutty. Filch was close on their heels, though the girls were clearly much faster than him. As soon as the sound of Filch’s curses had faded, Neville let out a snort.

“That was the Creavy brothers,” he explained, as they exited the niche and headed for the portrait hole. “They’ve been Lee Jordan and Katie Bell’s personal sissies since the end of last year. Cormac’s been whoring them out since September. Filch’ll probably catch them, but Colin could suck the gold off a Snitch, so I’m sure they’ll get away with detention…probably with Filch.”

Shortly after they entered the common room, a very out of breath Lee Jordan and Katie Bell joined them, slumping into armchairs and laughing uproariously at their near miss with Filch. It seemed that they had ducked into a secret passage that Lee knew while the Creevys had attempted to really make a run for it — though Lee and Katie tactfully avoided mentioning what they had been doing out of the tower with the Creevys after curfew. After a brief chat, Lee and Katie excused themselves to bed.

“Well,” said Neville, stretching, “I’ve got Parvati waiting in our dorm for me. Night.”

He ambled up to the dorm. Harry looked at Hermione.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for bed yet,” she said, causing blood to rush to Harry’s caged cock. She leaned in to whisper. “Go get your cloak and the map! Meet me back here in five minutes!”

Harry was back in under a minute, not wanting to needlessly disturb Neville and Parvati, he had simply summoned the necessary items from his trunk. While he waited for Hermione, Seamus and Ronnie returned, climbing through the portrait hole hand in hand. Both looked ecstatic.

“Hey Harry!” Said Seamus, cheerfully. Ronnie grinned shyly at him, and the two sat together on one of the couches.

“You know, Harry,” she said, “I never apologized for how I acted that one morning…”

“Don’t sweat it,” said Harry. “I was out of line. I should have remembered my place.”

“I’m still sorry though. I think I was constantly projecting that hyper-macho shit as a way to compensate for…you know…and because I didn’t really know how to process my identity.”

“Apology accepted then,” said Harry.

“You headed to bed, Harry?” Asked Seamus.

“Nope. Hermione and I are going to sneak out for a bit.”

“Nice. Well, I think Ronnie and I are going to stay down here for a bit. I know Neville had Parvati coming over, and I’m not sure I’m ready to share yet.” He had already snaked a hand under Ronnie’s skirt, and she was nuzzling at his neck.

By the time Hermione returned, carrying a small bag, Ronnie was in Seamus’s lap, slowly jerking his cock in one hand while they kissed passionately. Harry did his best to be unobtrusive.

“Wow!” Whispered Hermione, taking in the sight. “Let’s leave them to it, shall we?”

Harry nodded, before covering them both with the cloak, casting a quick muffling charm, and slipping out the portrait hole. Once they were back in the corridor, Hermione guided Harry back to their niche from earlier, where she ordered him to strip back down to his sissy attire and put his heels back on while she reapplied his makeup.

“Check the map real quick…see if there’s anyone between here and the Room of Requirement.”

Harry obliged and quickly scanned the map.

“Nothing,” he said. “But we should be careful…there might be someone in there.”

Hermione giggled and they set off through the deserted halls. Harry kept his eyes on the map. Just as they reached to corridor that lead to the Room of Requirement, Harry saw two dots appear outside of it, labeled ‘Albus Dumbledore’ and ‘Severus Snape.’ Harry held out a hand to stop Hermione, pointing to the map. She raised her eyebrows and they watched as Snape and Dumbledore emerged into the hallway.

“I can’t believe it’s been here the entire time!” Hissed Snape, as the two began to walk towards Harry and Hermione’s hiding place.

“Where else would it have been Severus? Where could it possibly have been more secure? We got the cup easily enough from Gringott’s, and taking a locket from a house elf?” He gave an almost derisive snort. They were passing the two teenagers, and Harry could see that Dumbledore held an odd silver crown.

“What does that leave? The snake and the boy?”

“Just the snake, I believe. I think that the Basilisk venom did our work for us on the other front.”

“Will he be able to tell when this one is destroyed?”

“Not until the last. We will spring our trap when you next meet with them. I shall be ready.”

Their footsteps faded.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged, having no idea what had just transpired. Something to do with the fight against Voldemort possibly? Regardless, other matters pressed on them, and they hurried down the hall. Hermione paced briefly to bring the room into existence, and then they entered.

The decor, very different from previous visits, hinted at Hermione’s plans. The room was small and dark, with leather furniture, numerous devices equipped with restraints, and lit by torches in brackets along the walls. Harry turned around as Hermione shut the door with an ominous clang. She removed her robe with a flourish to reveal a black and red latex leotard and gloves, high heeled boots, a large strap-on, and a wicked smile.

“I think we should begin with a blowjob,” she said, beckoning Harry towards her. He sank yet again to his knees and reached up towards Hermoine’s cock. “No, no,” she scolded, “no hands.” At once, his hands were bound painfully behind his back. He took her cock into his mouth and she took hold of the back of his head, pulling him deeper.

“Good boy,” she murmured as he sucked eagerly at her cock. After several moments, she began to thrust faster and deeper, drawing gags from Harry’s throat. “But,” she added, twirling her wand casually in her free hand, “you were a little too casual with me and Master Neville, earlier, so…”

A leather flogger detached itself from the wall and flew towards them, where it began to lash Harry’s back. He chocked back a cry of pain as, with another flick of Hermione’s wand, Harry’s cage and plug both began to vibrate, the pleasure matching the pain in equal measure. He could feel his balls aching to release their cum, but knew better than to ask before Hermione had even cum once, so he refocused his attention of bringing pleasure to her.

Hermione’s tempo suddenly increased again, and, without warning, she pulled out of Harry’s mouth, releasing a stream of girl-cum that soaked his face. Before he could recover his breath, Harry found himself repositioned. His arms were freed, and, as his body settled onto all fours, he felt his balls dragged backwards between his legs, held in place by a long wooden plank. The only position he could maintain without excruciating pain was one on his knees, ass high in the air, and his head down.

“Pretty,” commented Hermione. “It’s called the Humbler. Do you like it?” Harry groaned, and she grinned broadly. “I didn’t think you would. I love it! Now, we just need to complete the picture.” She reached into a box that sat on one of the tables and drew out a pair of nipple clamps and a chain. She yanked Harry’s tube top down to expose his nipples and, as he grunted in pain, she clipped the clamps to his sensitive nubs, before connecting them with the chain.

When she stood, Harry found a leather boot directly in front of his face.

“Since you’re down there already, you may lick my boots.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Replied Harry, getting to his task at once. As he licked lovingly at Hermione’s leather clad feet, she took hold of the flogger that had been work earlier, and continued the task herself, lashing Harry’s exposed back, ass, and already painfully swollen balls. Seemingly satisfied with that stage of his punishment, Hermione sank back into a chair and extended her leg fully, presenting Harry with the long, spiked heel of her boot.

“Suck.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

While Harry debased himself, sucking tenderly on the heel of her boot, Hermione prepared the next phase of her plan. A flick of her wand left Harry’s ass empty and bare, having vanished his plug and panties. A second flick, and Harry felt his cage constrict further, shrinking to an even more minuscule size. He groaned again in agony: this new cage didn’t leave him even the slightest room to grow, yet, oddly, increased the pleasure he took from even the slightest sensation.

Hermione withdrew her boot heel from Harry’s mouth and crouched, holding a large ball gag, which she shoved into Harry’s mouth, and strapped it in place. Next, she summoned a heavy metal arm restraint, securing Harry’s wrists in each end and fastening the middle around his neck. Once it was in place, he could no longer even hold himself up on his elbows: all he could do was sprawl, face down and ass up, where Hermione positioned him on the floor.

She moved behind him slowly, drawing out the moment in anticipation. Harry braced, not entirely sure what was coming next, as Hermione slowly trailed the straps of the flogger gently over his back. When she stood directly behind him, she stayed motionless for several long moments, savoring the sight of the Boy Who Lived, utterly helpless and at her mercy at her feet, dressed in clothes that would make a Soho whore blush in embarrassment.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress!” Grunted Harry as best he could through his gag.

“You want my big fat cock in your little sissy hole? Your little sissy pussy?”

“Mmhmm!”

“Beg for my cock.”

“Please!” Moaned Harry, struggling to form words around the large rubber ball. “Please fuck my ass!”

Hermione’s reply was to swing the flogger once more in a savage arc, scoring a direct hit on Harry’s defenseless balls. As he cried out in pain, she stooped, driving her cock straight into Harry’s waiting hole in a single thrust. The sudden intrusion, cutting through his pain, caused Harry to erupt in his cage, spurting a load of cum onto the floor beneath him.

“You little whore!” Shrieked Hermione, as she began to pump into his tight ass. “You’re going to pay for that! Take my cock, you fucking sissy!” She reveled in her power as Harry quivered beneath her. His ass squeezed around her cock; exceptionally tight even after all of its recent ravaging. “Oh, you’ve got a great pussy, Harry! I’m going to cum! Take it! Take it like the fucking whore you are!”

With a final moan of pleasure, Hermione came again, flooding Harry’s bowels with her cum. She pulled out to spray the last few drops onto his back. As her orgasm subsided, Hermione removed her strap-on and vanished Harry’s humbler and gag.

“On your knees, Harry!”

He struggled to his knees and Hermione grabbed his hair, pulling his face into her pussy.

“Open your mouth!”

Harry obeyed and began to dutifully swallow the stream of piss that Hermione unleashed. Try as he might, the torrent overwhelmed him, and he found himself soaked from head to toe in her amber nectar. Not satisfied, Hermione pointed her wand at her abdomen.

“Replenisho!” She said, feeling her bladder swell back to fullness. She continued to let forth, and Harry continued, obediently, to swallow every drop he could.

“That’s it! Drink it all!” She watched in satisfaction as her ownership was cemented further and further. Finally, her bladder was exhausted, but she was far from finished with Harry.

“Good boy! But I need to punish you again for cumming without permission, and for making a mess just now! Go to that frame!” She pointed to a circular frame outfitted with shackles. Harry, his arms still in their metal binder, tottered to the frame, where the binder merged with the metal of the frame and the lower set of shackles found his ankles, pulling his bodily from the ground and into the frame.

Hermione approached slowly, spinning her wand casually again.

“I think we should lose the clothes,” she said. “Diffindo!”

Harry felt the cutting charm graze his skin lightly as Hermione sliced away first his tube top and then his skirt. She left his stockings and heels in place.

“Now…” she mused, walking in a circle around him, a lioness taunting her prey, “what next? Hmm.”

Without warning, her wand jabbed into his ribs, delivering a sharp electric shock. Harry jerked away from the shock, wrenching at his restraints. The next shock was delivered to the exact same location as soon as his body relaxed back into place. Before he could reposition a second time, Hermione’s wand darted out to deliver a shock to his abused and swollen balls. He cried out in mingled agony and pleasure, his cock doing its best to grow within its new, smaller prison.

Hermione continued this exquisite torture for some time, drawing out the ordeal as Harry’s mind abandoned itself to her service. Finally satisfied, she reached out and set the entire frame spinning on its gyroscopic frame. Disorientated, it took Harry several moments when the frame stopped to realize what was happening. He was now inverted, face up, at a forty-five degree angle to the floor, with Hermione standing over his face, grinning, having discarded her latex leotard.

“Almost done, Harry,” she said, drawing red-painted nails tantalizingly down his chest. She lowered her perfectly smooth pussy down onto his face. “Lick.”

Despite his discomfort and exhaustion, Harry eagerly set to his task, lapping at her dripping folds.

“Mmm. I love how good you are at that! Time for the other part of your punishment. I liked Fleur’s idea the other night to drain all that naughty cum out of you, but I have another idea for how to do it. Cum whenever you’d like.”

She flicked her wand again and a long dildo flew over. She slid it gently into Harry’s upturned ass and tapped it. Slowly at first, but then with ever-increasing speed, it began to pump into Harry’s now well-used hole. He began to groan almost immediately, sending wonderful vibrations through Hermione’s pussy. Harry was already leaking a constant stream of precum by the time the dildo reached its top speed, thrusting in and out of Harry’s ass faster than anything he had experienced before. With a pathetic whimper from Harry, the stream of precum thickened and began to spurt, streaming down his chest. As it gushed forth, Hermione collected it and let it drip into Harry’s mouth as he continued to worship her vagina.

When Harry had cum four more times, thrashing against his restraints, and Hermione had cum five more times, she stepped away from the pitiful mess that was her boyfriend. She crossed the room, shrugged into a plush robe, and went to a sideboard to pour herself a glass of wine. She selected a riding crop from a rack on the wall, and returned to Harry, pulling up a chair.

Kicking off her boots, she presented him with a sweaty foot, which he dutifully began to lick and kiss even as the pistoling dildo emptied his balls of every last drop of semen. She casually used the riding crop to swat Harry’s nippled, jostling the clamps painfully, and to smack his balls any time she saw him nearing another ejaculation, effectively denying him any pleasure from the release. Ten minutes later, her wine finished and her feet thoroughly worshiped, Hermione vanished the dildo that was assaulting Harry’s ass, spun the frame the right way up, and released Harry’s bonds, catching him when he fell free.

“You did great!” She said, pulling him into a kiss, which he returned eagerly.

“That was amazing! I love you, Mistress.” He meant it, too. He knew he had disappointed her earlier, and, even if it wasn’t to atone for his transgression, the punishment made him feel…clean. Whole.

“I love you too, Harry! Glad you liked it. Go get yourself a glass of wine! I’ll fill the tub.” She jerked her thumb towards a deep sunken tub nestled in an alcove.

“Wow,” said Harry, “you really thought of everything!”

“Sure did!"
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