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Smell of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 308950 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 29
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- I would like to start by sending out a thanks to my wonderful beta Eclectic Pet, who not only helps make my work better, but has also been bribing my muse into working more freely! So this chapter is more smutty than the last, but it still has a lot of plotty things too. Hope you guys don't hate me for the choices my characters make in this chapter, but I honestly don't see it happening any other way. BTW, there is no new sides chapter, I just accidently posted this chapter in the sides file *headdesk*

Emmiey- Well as this is a Harry/Hermione story at its core, I will say that at some point Hermione may come back to him... you will have to wait and see :).
Matt01- I am glad you are enjoying the story. I will have to think about the Luna/Ron side story. It may be interesting but I am not sure if a full story will take root...
CU_Spacecowboy- So I am sorry you do not like the nicknames, and I am not under teh delusion that every creative choice I make is going to be liked by everybody. But if I am honest, I like them...
red demon- Glad you are wondering about what will happen next in teh plot, it means you are interested :) Here is the next updated you requested.
Sorcha- Eventually is the key word there... hope you still like it after this chapter... *ducks head*

The rest of the week went quickly as the Order of the Bound worked on the details behind recruitment strategies. Harry decided he needed to find a reason to get Whip’s sister alone. He needed to know if Nott was mistreating her before he could take any real action.
When Harry walked into the meeting room, he realized he was the last to arrive. His Slytherin girls knelt nude in their places. Hermione still wore her school uniform, but she was by his chair respectfully. Ginny was talking to Ron and Blaise in the corner quietly. Draco on the other hand was sitting behind the desk with Cock Toy on his lap, his hands exploring her nude form as they snogged.
Harry cleared his voice and everyone looked up. “I apologize for being late. I had a meeting with the Headmaster tonight.” He informed them before taking his throne. He smiled down at Hermione and ran soft fingers in her hair. “What is our order of business tonight?” He asked looking around at the group.
“I would like to start Master, if I could?” Treasure asked. He was about to smile and agree until he saw the look in her eyes.
He frowned but still nodded for her to continue. “We made a deal Master.” She started as she looked up at him. “If I severed you properly for a week than you would burn our contract if I still wanted you to at the end of the week.”
“I remember the deal my sweet Treasure.” He told her calmly.
“The week is up tonight, and I wish for you to burn the contract.” She told him without looking away.
The room was silent, the tension thick while everyone held their breath. They were expecting him to blow up; Harry realized as he looked down at the one woman he had to own. He sighed frowning as he shook his head.
“I honor my deals.” He told her pausing for a moment before he turned to get the contract from his bag. He had brought it with him just in case she made the stupid choice. “Are you sure?” He asked as he drew his wand.
“I need more time to think about…” She looked around the room. “All of this.” She told him with honest eyes.
“Just one warning before you are no longer my Treasure.” He stated as if they were the only ones in the room. “Once another man has you, the way I have had you, you’ll no longer be able to come back to me in the same standing.” He told her coldly.
She blushed finally looking to the ground as he lit the contract on fire. Harry looked out over his other subjects; he noted that the one who looked pleased was his Whip. He would punish her tonight in Hermione’s place.
“Now that you’re no longer bound to me, do you still wish to be a part of this Order?” Harry asked Hermione simply.
“Oh course Ma…Harry.” She said and slowly got to her feet.
“Then you’ll be required to sign the same contact Ronald has.”
She nodded in agreement. “That seems fair.” She told him, as she couldn’t quite bring herself to look him in the eyes.
“What is our next order of business?” Harry asked as if he didn’t care about what he had just lost.

Harry had told Daphne to stay back when the rest were done for the evening. She stayed in her place all the more pleased to be singled out by her Master. He even caught when she gave Hermione a smug expression as the other girl left. She thought he would raise her to status of Consort now that his Treasure had left him.
Once the door was closed and they were alone once again, Harry looked at her with eyes that would say this was not going to be a good night for her. She shivered and suddenly found it within herself to look down.
“Do you enjoy your Master’s pain?” He asked her seriously.
Her eyes shot up at the question, widened in panic and fear. “No Master of course not!” She said shaking her head.
“Then why were you so pleased to see Hermione take her collar off?” He asked as he fiddled with the silk strand in his hand.
“I don’t think she ever deserved you Master. Now that she is gone, you can find a more fitting consort.”
“Let us be clear my sweet Whip, by fitting you mean you.” He said holding her gaze. “I have considered making you my Dark Consort in the past.” Harry told her as he got to his feet slowly walking over to the desk.
“It would be an honor Master.” She said now smiling to herself.
“But there are things you need to learn before you can take such a place.” He told her so that the smile fell from her face.
“I already know more than you last consort.” She snapped forgetting herself in her anger.
He just smiled and took out the leather cuffs to place them on the desk. “Are you questioning me slave?” He asked amusement in his tone, and not anger.
His reaction seemed to only make her more upset, but she was working hard to control it. “Master, I don’t mean to question you.” She told him taking in a deep breath.
“But you are.” He pressed as he took out his favorite flogger setting it next to the cuffs.
“I don’t think you’re being fair Master, I have served you well.” She told him stiffly.
“Who said I had to be fair?” He asked while he looked down at other toys he hadn’t used yet.
She opened her mouth to argue but just huffed when she realized he was right. “What do I need to learn Master?” She decided to come at the problem from a different direction.
“Oh this list seems countless at the moment, but humility would be a good start.” Harry told her as he pulled out a ball gag and closed the drawer.
She huffed again just proving his point and looked over to see what he was doing. “You have a choice starting right now.” He said as he collected his toys and moved back around the desk. “Do you wish to be my consort, or just my slave?” He asked as he came to stand in front of her.
She looked up at him in confusion, why would she not want to be his consort. She felt this was some sort of trick, or he would not be asking. “What would the choice mean?” She decided she needed more information.
“Tonight you’ll be punished either way.” He told her looking down into her eyes. “But if you wish to at some point become one of my consorts, you’ll have to be trained much more harshly than I train you now. With no guarantee you’ll ever be ready to take a place at my knee.”
She swallowed understanding why it was up to her. She chewed on her cheek as she worked out in her mind how much it was worth to have the honor. When she looked up into Harry’s eyes, she knew he would be truly great some day, he would rule over many and being his consort would make her powerful too. What Slytherin didn’t wish for power?
“I wish to be your Dark Consort Master.” She said finally.
He smiled down at her nodding as if he was pleased with her decision. “You’ll no longer hold any power over Vixen when I’m not around.” He informed her as he motioned for her to stand. “From this moment on, no one will be allowed to touch you, in any way besides me.”
She got to her feet gracefully, frowning as she listened to her new rules. “The only time you have permission to touch yourself is for washing and getting dressed.” He continued as he took her hands to secure them with the cuffs.
“During any free time you may have you may not sit on furniture, you must kneel on the floor. Though you may sleep in your bed for now.” He told her as he moved her hands above her head and activated the magical rope. Once it was firmly attached to the ceiling he stepped back to look at her. He made sure her feet were shoulder width apart then used a sticking charm to keep them in place.
“Do you have any questions before we begin your punishment?” He asked as he enjoyed the view of her bound and helpless form.
“Are meals considered free time?” She asked as she imagined having to kneel in front of the entire school. Harry smiled as the same image popped into his head, but that would create too many questions.
“No. I’m talking about when you’re doing homework or relaxing on the weekends.” He told her fairly.
She took a relieved breath nodding. “I understand Master.”
“Now as I haven’t truly had to punish you before I don’t think you know the rules.” He said with a smile. “Whenever you’re punished you must kiss and thank the implement before we begin.” He said holding the flogger up so she could follow his instruction.
She didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed by the deed, she just leaned in and kissed the handle of the flogger softly. “Thank you for my punishment.” She said looking back to Harry.
“Now usually you’re to count each blow and if you lose count I would start over. But, today I have decided to gag you; I think the loss of her voice will do you some good. So we’re overlooking this rule for today.” Harry said as if he was being very kind.
“Thank you Master.” She said as she didn’t wish to upset him so soon after he agreed to at least let her train to become his consort.
Harry smiled brushing a few fingers through her hair before he held the gag up so she could wrap her lips around the shiny green ball. He strapped the gag into place before taking a step back.
His cock jerked slightly in his pants, as he looked the bound slave over. Merlin they were always so sexy when they looked like this. The gag just added to the effect. Harry walked around her slowly to drag out the anticipation they were both feeling right now.
“First the warm up.” He told her, as he made sure his flogger was set to deer hide then stuck her on the back of her thigh. He frowned slightly as he could already tell she was less sensitive than Hermione. He used more of his strength in the next blow nodding as she flinched.
He continued to strike her thighs, butt, and lower back until her skin was red and her flinching subsided. He had his hand over the warm skin enjoying the feel and the way she tensed slightly at being touched.
“Now for your punishment. One count of enjoying your Master’s pain…” He started to list her crimes. “Two counts of talking back.” His hand moved up her back so he could grab a fistful of her hair. “I think thirty for your first crime, and five each for your second.” He said as he jerked her head back by her hair. “Moan if you think that seems fair.” Harry ordered.
She let out a soft moan around the gag. If he were counting the crime of enjoying his pain, she would understand why it was so heavily weighted.
“Good girl.” He told her, letting go of her hair so he could step back and change the flogger to cowhide.
When he had first started her punishment, she only flinched with each strike, but by the time, he got half way; she was whimpering with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. By the time, he brought down the last few strikes; tears were flowing down her cheeks.
He smiled down at her flaming red ass sighing contently. The session had made him feel a bit better about losing Hermione, even if it would only last a little while. He undid her hands first, deciding to keep the gag in for just a while longer. Un-sticking her feet from the ground, he scooped her up and carried his slave over to his throne. He sat and held her in his arms comfortingly.
“The punishment is done, and all is forgiven.” He told her kindly before wiping the tears from her cheeks. He placed a finger on her collar. “Slave.” He said so it would change back into the silk stand. When he finally removed the gag, setting it aside Daphne licked her lips and looked into her lap.
“I’m sorry Master.” She told him softly, feeling very vulnerable after the punishment.
“No more reason to be sorry, your punishment is paid.” He told her with a soothing voice.
“Will this affect the help you’ll give with my sister?” She asked him softly.
“Of course not.” Harry told her with a frown. “I know I seem harsh sometimes Whip, but I’m a loving Master, I would not be cruel to you for no reason.”
“I know Master.” She said and fidgeted with her hands. “I’m getting used to what a loving Master is.” She told him softly.

“Mr. Potter you will stay after class.” Professor Snape said as class neared its end. Harry wasn’t sure what he may have done wrong, he was giving the man some space for now. Maybe Snape had changed his mind about the wand sheath. By the time class actually ended Harry had himself a little worked up.
Once the rest of the students exited the class Harry frowned at the professor waiting to see what the man wanted.
“Tell me about your Order, Harry.” He said simply in a calm voice.
A little relief pooled through him. “We’re called the Order of the Bound, because…” Harry started and Severus held up his hand to stop him.
“Because you feel the need to bind people to you.” He finished, not letting Harry give him the same line he had given everyone else. “Continue.” Snape said and waved for Harry to go on.
“There’s not much I can tell you until you’re a member.” Harry said and got to his feet. “We’re small right now, but I feel I have some key members.”
“Including Draco Malfoy.” Snape said watching Harry for a reaction.
“What makes you say that Sir?” Harry asked as he tried not to give anything away.
“Because; I have certain key pieces of information, which lead me to this conclusion. Mr. Zabini is obviously acting as the figurehead of your organization. If he is a member of your group, there’s only one person who could have talked him into it.”
“Draco Malfoy.” Harry said smiling at the professor. “I really can’t deny that you’re correct. Both Blaise and your god son are working with me.”
Snape sighed in something like relief. “None of the Slytherins can know my true loyalty.” He told Harry firmly.
“I understand that, but you must know I do trust Draco and Blaise. They have been honest with me.” Harry told his teacher. “I think Draco would actually be relieved to know you were really on his side.”
“I want him to know I’m on his side.” Snape clarified. “But he can’t know anything about Dumbledore.”
“Does this mean you have decided to join my Order?” Harry asked happily.
“That is still under debate.” Snape said stiffly. “I have no reason to walk into your web without proper compensation.”
“That is fair.” Harry agreed he didn’t want Snape to feel as if he was being used by Harry in the same way his other Masters used him. “Can we meet tonight to discuss your compensation?”
“Where? I don’t think I would have you coming to my office unless you wish to get a detention to explain it.”
“Do you know the hall of the second floor, off in the east wing that isn’t really used anymore?” Harry asked.
“I’m aware of the hallway, yes.” Severus said to his student.
“There’s a classroom on the left side, three doors down. We can meet there.”
“That’s rather specific.” Snape pointed out.
“I’ve been using it as the Order’s meeting room. Even if you don’t join the Order, I would actually like your permission to use that hall for…student activities.”
Snape actually smiled. “I’m sure something can be arranged.”
“To warn you, I’ll be bringing the girl who writes my contracts. Would you like me to provide any other entertainment for the meeting?” Harry asked with a smirk.
“Are you going to try to keep setting me up with students?” Snape asked with a sigh.
“Is there a teacher you want?” Harry pressed wondering if the older man already had someone in mind.
“No. None of them are my type at all.” He told Harry with finality.
“Then I’ll keep trying to help you enjoy yourself with the students.”
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