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Harriline Potter, Mistress of the Nine	By : Kittfox7 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 90284 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Harry was keen to rush out and show the new her off to the world, but then she remembered that a) it was the middle of the night and b) people would freak if she just showed up over a full head taller and female. She left the smaller room and re-entered the chamber of secrets itself. She looked at the intricate glove that now adorned her right hand and would supposedly take the place of her wand. She held her hand out, palm outward and tried the first spell that came to mind.

                “Lumos.” The results were impressive, a globe of light floated inches away from her palm and hovered there, casting brilliant white light like a miniature sun. She reached out and grasped it, it felt warm and comfortable to touch, and moved it so it was above her head, then dismissed it. She looked down at herself and concentrated, waving her hand before her breast “Mnemosene Glamere”, covering herself in an illusion of her old appearance. She redonned the cloak and left for Gryffindor Tower, the eyes of the ancient, spectral parseltongue following her.

                Salazar chuckled softly to himself. “It’s been a thousand years, methinks the world could do with a little shaking up…” he roared with laughter.

                Harry made quick time to Gryffindor tower, expertise at stealth born of one too many of these nights making her flight simple. The Fat Lady, by now accustomed to swinging open for apparently nobody, hardly batted an eyelash. Harry made it into the common room and doffed the cloak, folding it over in one quick motion and chuckling, nearly wincing at the notable difference between the rough voice her glamor had given back to her and the ‘sexing up your eardrums’ purr of her real form.

                “And just what is so funny, hm?” Harry whirled around to find herself face to disguised face with an annoyed, bushy haired bookworm. “Was there some good reason you were out and about, or did you just feel like taking a walk?” Hermione’s stay in the hospital wing had ended 2 days prior, but it seemed to have left her in an irritable mood.

                “Hermione, I’ve been doing this for years, how often have I been caught. With the cloak and the map, I’m pretty much uncatchable by anyone who doesn’t have one of those eyes like Moody does.” Hermione narrowed her eyes but knew her friend was right. Harry took the quiet moment to take stock of the situation; she had forgotten her boxers in the chamber and the combination of the feel of the fabric on her sex and the fact she had never taken care of her earlier erection meant she would be pitching a tent if she weren’t wearing robes. She was also standing alone in a fire lit room with a pretty young woman dressed only in her night gown. She had long entertained thoughts of inviting her reliable friend to bed, but had never done so, for fear of rejection and ruining what they had.   Her eyes widened as she came to a realization; that was Harold James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, she was now Harriline Potter, the Woman Who Just Wouldn’t Die. She relaxed her posture and sat in one of the cushy couches. “And, if you must know, I was doing something important. I’ve come into possession of an artifact that will make us both stronger.” Here she pulled the intellect collar from her robes and swung it around her index finger a couple of times. She watched her friend’s cinnamon tinted eyes follow it with curiosity and smiled to herself.

                “What…what is it?”

                “It’s a collar. Short story is you wear it and we both get stronger. If we’re going to be fighting a war, we’ll need all the strength we can get.”

                “How will it make us stronger?”

                “Something about combining our minds and magical cores.”

                “That must be some powerful spellwork on it then, combining magical essences is supposed to be next to impossible. How can you be sure it will work?”

                “Only one way to find out…” she held her hand out, palm up, with the collar resting on it. She knew Hermione and knew that her curiosity would win out before long, and the idea of mind sharing would appeal to her. Hermione reached out with a shaky hand, withdrawing a couple of times, like a fawn fearful of the food a human is offering, before taking the collar in hand and examining it. One calloused finger tip drifted over the engravings on the metal, shaped like stylized storm clouds with lightning bolts, and then her eyes turned to the tag, appearing to her only as some writing in cuneiform in a violet stone. With no shortage of trepidation, she unlatched the clasp at the back and slipped it around her neck, pulling her hair out of the metal loop carefully, then fastened it.

                Nothing happened for the barest of moments, but suddenly, Hermione’s back arched and she gripped the arms of her chair tightly. Her eyes were shut tight, and when they opened, harry could see violet electricity crackling in them. That electricity spread out, arcing between her fingers, her toes, the hairs on her head and even a couple between her nipples, which tented the fabric of her night gown slightly. The constant barrage stripped the upholstery from the chair, but what Harry’s eyes were glued to was her friend’s chest, where she could see a multicoloured ball of pure magic emerging. It floated close to the new slave’s chest for a moment before zooming into her mistress, trailing behind it a violet, ethereal chain which connected the two before shifting, connecting belt to collar then fading to invisibility. Harry could feel as Hermione’s core was added to her own, increasing her magical power further and filling her with warmth and energy. Next, a violet glow appeared around Hermione’s head, drawing from inside her skull before rushing to Harry’s, and she could feel Hermione’s intellect entering her mind, causing a brief headache before her brain adjusted as it brought everything Hermione had learned; spells, history, languages, maths, everything. This whole process took under a minute and eventually, the electricity faded to a few static crackles, then dissipated completely, leaving Hermione gasping on the wooden skeleton of what had once been a plush chair. She stood up and promptly fell to the carpet.

                “You lying bastard. You knew what the collar would do.”

                “Yes. You don’t sound angry about it, though. I thought I’d have to order you to calm down.”

                “I can’t be angry at you. I know you’ve done it for the greater good and this brings us one step closer to bringing down Tom, but I should be angry that you’ve made me into a slave.” Harry reached out and laid a gentle hand on her new property’s head, stroking her hair softly. Hermione seemed happy at this.

                “Hermione, I can’t promise that being my property will always be sunshine and daisies, but I treat you as well as I can. You and the others.”

                “Others?!”

                “Quiet. Yes, others. There are 9 collars in total, and I’ve got some ideas for throats I’d like to see them gracing.” Hermione regained her equilibrium enough to move properly, but didn’t go far, going only from on her hands and knees, to kneeling demurely at her mistress’ feet. Harry quirked an eyebrow at this. Hermione blushed and answered the unasked question.

                “The collar. It’s urging me to place myself in the most submissive posture I can. It’s causing me to enjoy submitting.” Harry smiled in amusement before testing out her newly enhanced power and throwing up privacy charms, tossing a repairing charm at the chair as an afterthought. With their discourse hidden from prying eyes, Harry sat back in the couch.

                “Strip.” Hermione’s expression was momentarily shocked, before melting into something else. “I’ve been dreaming about claiming you for some time. I always imagined you as a lover or girlfriend, but I think I can live with having you happily fulfilling every desire I should have. Now strip down. Give me a show and prove to me that I claimed you for more than your mind.” Her slave stood straight up, bowing deeply before her hips began to sway and her hands drifted up her cotton covered tummy toward her breasts and the ties that held her night gown closed. All it took was a few seconds fiddling with them before they gave and the entire garment fell, pooling around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of plain, white panties and her collar. The gentle undulation and sway of her hips continued, spreading throughout her body, causing her average but delicious looking breasts to jiggle invitingly in time to her movements and causing some interesting motions in her abdomen. Her dance continued in a slow turn, causing her owner’s eyes to wander, looking over every inch of nubile flesh as it came into her line of sight. She danced over toward the couch, ready to continue her show a bit more intimately until a raised hand from her master stop her for a moment. Harry waved his other hand and Hermione was shocked at learning why she had been fighting an urge to refer to her owner by superior feminine pronouns. Her mistress was a sight, even through the bulky robes. A small gesture let her know she could proceed with her striptease. Though it was primarily the collar making her do it, the normally shy girl was getting in to her erotic display, as evidenced by the small wet patch at the crotch of her panties. She straddled her owner’s waist, grinding herself against her legs and pressing her breasts forward. She went up on her knees and pulled the panties down her shapely legs. It took a bit of gymnastics, but she managed to get them off then assumed a pose over Harry, showing off, her body flush with excitement.

                Harry drank in the sight of her new slave. She knew the girl had enjoyed herself, but wasn’t sure if it was just the collar or if there was something else at work. She simply sat back, hands behind her head and smirked at the nude girl. “Good girl.” Her slender hand was raised until the tips of her long fingers were brushing the nude girl’s right nipple, bringing a short, sharp inhalation from her, then drifting down across the bottom of her bosom’s swell, across her flat stomach, her navel, tangling briefly in the forest of brown curls standing sentry before her most sacred area. Her hand meandered around that patch of downy hair for a moment as she raised her eyes, staring into the lust clouded ones of her new slave. “Heavy breathing, flushed skin, erect nipples; these are all signs of female sexual arousal. Now why might you be demonstrating these?”

                Hermione was too horny even to glare, simple skin to skin contact with Harry was sending wonderful electric jolts throughout her body. “I…you…wherever you touch me…I feel pleasure. Even areas where…that normally doesn’t happen.”

                “Hmm, it would seem the collars come with more failsafes than I’d anticipated; by causing you to crave my touch, you are that much less likely to disobey, if you were able to even do so.” Her eyes momentarily darted back down to Hermione’s slit. “Hmm, if even touching non-erogenous zones causes you pleasure…” Her hand dips lower, the tip of her ring finger sliding over the labia before slipping inside. Hermione tensed up, this treatment already as good as anything she had ever done for self-gratification. Harry slowly fingered her for a while, taking careful note of the motions that elicited the best responses from her test subject before withdrawing her finger, raising the honey dipped digit to her mouth and tasting it. Hermione groaned as the pleasuring stopped, fighting a small urge to whine about Mistress leaving her high and dry. She barely had time to consider the fact that Harry, in her mind, had become Mistress (complete with capital M) before she received her next order. “Remove my clothes. Carefully. If I’m going to fully enjoy you, I should be naked as well.”

                The owned girl bowed her head. “As you wish Mistress.” Her response sent a small shiver up both of their spines and she went to her work, working at the silver clasps at the front of the robes, pulling the sides apart as she undid each on, revealing more and more creamy skin and deep cleavage with each one. As the last one surrendered to her deft fingers, she made haste to pull the concealing garment open, how it was normally worn over their uniforms, and gasped when she saw what awaited her. Her owner’s cock stood up, straight and proud, from her crotch, a bead of precum glistening at the bulbous head. It had mostly been hidden after Harry had removed the glamer from herself and she thought she had imagined the times she had felt it as she straddled her. Her shocked reverie was broken as Harry hooked a finger into the collar and used it to guide her so she was sitting astride the taller woman’s waist, the belt rubbing gently against her entrance. She could feel fingers in her hair before they formed a fist and used a grip on her hair to move her head into facing upward. She whimpered slightly as the light but constant pulling on her long hair hurt her scalp and forced her to reveal her most vulnerable part, her throat. Harry took advantage of this and dipped her head forward, latching her lips over her slave’s jugular, licking the flesh before applying suction, causing a minor bruise; a hickey. She pulled back to admire her handiwork then dove forward once more, placing a small bite upon the same spot, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to let her know she could if she desired and there wasn’t a thing she could do to stop her. Her show of dominance completed, she released her grip on the hair, but moved her hand to Hermione’s wrist, guiding it behind herself to where Harry’s cock waited, resting between her buttocks and pressing against her back. Her small hand closed around the hot, throbbing shaft and she gulped before sliding off and down, once more, to her knees on the carpet.

                When Hermione had first uncovered the thing that her vision now focused on, she had been shocked, not only by it’s very existence, but by the impressive size; she had seen a couple in her life, mostly by accident, a few in a magazine a friend of hers had once procured, but none had been this size. She simply stared at it, and its unblinking eye stared back. She wrapped her hand around it; she had always had dainty hands, but like this, they looked even smaller. She knew what was expected of her and gulped slightly, but leaned in to place a feather-light kiss on the tip, followed by running her tongue from about halfway up the shaft to the tip. She pulled back to consider the taste and found she did not find it unpleasant. She leaned forward again, this time taking note of the scent of her Mistress’ crotch; feminine arousal mixed with a light masculine musk to create a perfume that permeated her senses and left her slightly intoxicated. Being inexperienced at this sort of thing, the collared girl took it slowly, kissing and licking and nibbling, judging from the subvocalized sounds issuing from the throat of the woman it was connected to in order to determine what she was doing right. Despite her work, she knew that this was just the appetizer, and she could almost feel the slowly growing impatience above her. She once more withdrew, looking at the shaft, then the head, both glistening with her saliva, mentally comparing them to other things she had put in her mouth in the past, but where those past objects had been for the purpose of consumption for nourishment, this was to the end of providing pleasure to someone who now owned her completely. She moved her head, aiming her mouth at the tip, the hot puffs of her breath hitting the rigid organ before she opened her mouth wide and accepted the head into her mouth.

                Harry groaned as she felt her head enter the warm and waiting mouth. This felt a thousand times better than her hand ever had. She silently railed against those that had made this sort of enjoyment impossible for her. She cursed the Dursleys (something she did often and on general principal, but she had a specific reason at the moment.) for the wretched upbringing they’d given her, cursed Tom for pretty much everything he’d done after age 11 and, in a thought process that seemed almost alien to her, cursed Dumbledore. He was on her side, wasn’t he? She shoved this thought to the back of her mind and focused instead on the wonderful feeling of a willing mouth massaging the tip of her aching prick. Her jade tinted eyes looked down at her lap and the mass of hair there. From her angle, she could just see past her hair to the twin curvatures of her ass, and when Hermione brushed some of her bushy hair behind her ear, she was able to see that part of her face. Hermione, for her part, was trying to figure out exactly what to do; she knew the idea was to cause pleasure, but wasn’t entirely sure what that entailed. Still experimenting, she tried using her tongue, creating suction and moving her oral muscles. Eventually, she started to get the hang of it and she was filled with delight at the happy sounds issuing from above her. The shaft was slick and dripping with her spit as she began trying to see how much she could get inside her mouth. She only managed to get a few inches down before hitting the back of her throat and gagging, but it seemed that was satisfactory to the receiver of the pleasure, at least for now. She added a quick but gentle bobbing of her head to the other motions she’d been working on and was rewarded with a loud, drawn out groan of pleasure. Once she was in a rhythm, she noticed something she had been too preoccupied with providing pleasure to take note of before; she was wet. As wet as the long shaft was with the spit that dribbled down its length, her own opening was more so with her natural lubricant. Having her Mistress in her mouth was building her pleasure higher, and without her noticing, it had risen to an almost burning heat and her right hand hovered near her snatch. Harry took notice of this and, between groans and moans of pleasure, she chuckled.

                “Little slut wants to touch herself, hm? Ah… Sucking on her Mistress’ cock proving too much? Nnngh. Very well, you have my permission to touch yourself, and to orgasm.” Her spiel done, she let her head drop back and just lost herself in the haze of pleasure originating from the meeting of lips and cock. Hermione didn’t need any further bidding before pushing two fingers into herself and beginning to frantically masturbate. Her left hand came up, grasping at her almost painfully erect nipples as she fingered herself and orally pleasured her Mistress.

                With this kind of stimulation, it was unavoidable that soon Harry would find herself nearing the edge of her control, her orgasm. She let Hermione continue her ministrations until the very last moment, luxuriating in the glorious sensations, but eventually the fingers of her gloved hand once more tangled in the shiny brown hair, forcefully holding her in position so the head of her cock was between her lips and the rest exposed. With this, she let her control drop and her orgasm struck her, jet after jet of thick, creamy semen spewing from the slit and into the waiting mouth. For her part, Hermione struggled valiantly to swallow her offering, but her inexperience and the fact that she had experienced an earthshattering orgasm once the first droplets hit her tongue meant that she was only able to gulp down a couple of jets, coughing the rest out to splatter on her chest. Harry released her hair, her mighty member still firing and, as Hermione fell back on her heels, coating her face, hair, chest and stomach with the virile seed. Eventually, her orgasm subsided and she patted the inside of her right thigh. Hermione’s temporarily addled brain got the message after a moment and she moved forward kneeling between her owner’s thighs and nuzzling them like a happy kitten. As she did, she scooped a fingerful of cum from her cheek and placed it in her mouth, testing the flavor and texture without the stimulus of her orgasm. It was delicious, though she suspected she might be less happy with it if not for the collar’s influence, and she gobbled up all of it she could find. Harry watched this with amusement, there was no doubt she would be able to have a repeat of this experience whenever she wished. She looked at the results of their actions; Hermione’s juices soaked the carpet beneath where she had knelt, a few stray droplets of cum had hit the upholstery of the couch, as had her own feminine ejaculate. She patted her slave’s head once more then stood to her full, impressive height.

                “Scourgify.” Her fluids were cleaned from the couch “Clausine” Her robe closed itself. She looked over at Hermione’s discarded clothing “Accio Hermione’s panties. “The simple, white, cotton panties flew to her hand. She concentrated and pushed a little bit of magic into them, through the gem of the glove. She watched as they changed; losing much of their fabric, shifting from simple cotton to sheer lace and changing colour from pristine white to a vibrant purple. When she was done they were a see through lace thong, the same colour as the tag upon her collar (which in turn was the same colour as one of the stones on the belt) and which would ride up the crack of her ass deliciously. She tossed the changed garment toward it’s intended wearer. “I’ll change the rest of your undergarments at a later time, but for now, you will wear those.” Hermione nodded and stood, pulling the skimpy undies up her shapely legs, positioning the sheer lace panel before her vagina and ensuring the back string was pulled properly up her buttcrack so it was mostly hidden by the flesh of her cheeks. Her inspection of her new underwear was cut short as Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close. The taller woman pulled the shorter’s head back, forcing her to lookup at her, then leaned down, planting a searing kiss on her lips, her tongue demanding entrance, and receiving it with little resistance. She pulled back and her emerald eyes bore into the slightly glazed chocolate ones. She placed the metal tip of her right index finger at the mark she had made on Hermione’s throat, stroking it softly. “We will part ways for tonight, but you will be ever ready to serve me.” She ran her finger down the mark again. “Do not forget who you now belong to.”

                “Of course, Mistress.” This response became more natural with every iteration. Her reward for this show of submission was a fond, firm smack on the ass.

                “One last thing before you go to bed. Try and cast a cleaning charm on the carpet, you’ve made a small mess.” Hermione blushed, but went to her night gown and pulled the wand from its hiding spot therein.

                “Scourgefy.” The spell did its work, but rather than the usual white, the flash of the spell was violet. Harry quirked an eyebrow, she had felt a miniscule tug on her newly expanded magical core.

                “Try focusing on making it the right colour.”

                “Scourgefy” With the extra focus, the spell was the normal colour.

                “Good girl. Now go to bed. We will meet in the Great Hall at breakfast tomorrow.” She shooed her on to bed with another firm ass smack and watched her still mostly nude figure climbing the stairs to the girls dorm before smiling and turning to the boys. “Mnemosyne Glamere” Her glamor returned and she climbed the steps to her bed, then changed quickly and flopped down on to it, her eyes closing and not opening again until the morning.

AN: Okay, I think I can promise the next chapter won’t take near as long as this one, I can work on them during dead nights at work. I think everyone could figure out who would have the intellect collar, and I know the wearers of the other 8 already. Next one will be up when it’s up. There will be more sexy time later, along with more girls to have it with. There’ll be more plot too. This is shaping up into something of a Super!Harry story, but a lot of harem stories on here do that, so there. By the by, if anyone Wants to beta this, let me know.
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