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Smell of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 308949 -:- 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- So as I think I may have mentioned in my other story I will be posting some sort of chapter every Sunday. This new plan makes sure that you all have a new chapter to read each week and gives me time to build up a bit of a buffer. I plan to post back and forth between Smell of Submission and Blind Nymph for the foreseeable future. If there is another story people would rather me post on, please let me know.
Also another note for those of you who have been reading this as a Harry/Hermione story I have decided to change its category because I feel that Harry does too much with other characters to make this story appropriate for that heading. That does not mean that this story isn't still highly focused on Harry's need to own Hermione.
Edit: I just realized I forgot to thank my amazing beta Eclectic Pet for her huge help on bringing you another chapter to my little wicked tale. So I huge thanks goes out to her!!!

Anon111- Yeah I can see where one would think that. Though I must point out Daphne is still in training. Besides for that you may be perfectly correct and Hermione will refuse to ever join Harry again. You will just have to wait and see...?
Maxtaf- Thank you so much for all your glowing words, my muse really loves that and it is the reason we write. I see what you are saying about the name and I will work on making it more clear who is who. Though the relationships I depict in this story are not really what I would call healthy Dom/sub relationships. If there is one point I do try to get across is that to be submissive is not to be weak. I am a submissive woman and I do not in any way see myself as weak.
Maria- Hermione is still struggling with the idea of being submissive at all so of course when given the chance she backed out of her connection to Harry. Though I do not think I would do so far as to call her a switch. Yes I am enjoying writing about the dark/light aspect of this version of the world. I am glad you are enjoying reading it. Yeah I am not sure if I can feel sorry for Daphne myself... she is willing to do the work to get what she wants and that puts her in the way of Harry's anger at the moment.

Hermione woke the next morning with a frown on her lips. She’d had strange dreams the night before about Cormac and Harry dueling over her. In the dream, she hadn’t been able to choose who she wanted to win. Today was the 19th of September and she wondered how so much had seemed to have already happened that year.
Harry seemed so focused on his goals, one of them being her, that the time seemed to pass quickly and slowly at the same time. She wondered if her friends would remember it was her birthday today.
She sat up slowly in her bed looking around at the two other beds in her dorm. Lavender hadn’t really spoken to her since the girl has broken up with Ron, not that Lavender had much to do with her before that. They just didn’t have much in common. Parvati was good friends with Lavender so she also had little to do with Hermione.
They were both just so… girly. It wasn’t something Hermione understood very well. So her best friend who was a girl was Ginny, who hadn’t left her own dorm at all yesterday, even for meals.
Slipping out of bed Hermione carefully pulled on her robe and slippers so she could sneak down to the fifth year dorm and see how Ginny was doing. It was early enough that she didn’t meet anyone in the short hall between the two levels. She glanced around at the four beds in the room before she found Ginny’s.
Looking down at her friend, she frowned deeply, and guilt jumped into her gut again for not checking on the girl when Harry had asked. She was lying on her stomach, so Hermione could see bruised welts peaking out of the tank top she’d worn to bed.
Hermione cast a muffling sound spell around the bed and sat down next to her friend. “Ginny?” She asked in a worried tone.
The younger girl smiled sleepily up at her. “Mione?” She asked as she shook the sleep from her head.
“Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t come to check on you before.” Hermione said with a frown. “How is your back?”
“It’s wonderful.” Ginny said and licked her lips. “Painfully wonderful.”
“Who did this? Harry wouldn’t tell me.” She asked still worried for her friend. “He said it was up to you to tell me about your conquests.” She said the last word like it was vulgar.
“It’s okay Hermione; Luna explained you were with your new Master.” Ginny told her and sat up slowly. “Happy Birthday by the way.” She added as she smiled at her friend.
A small part of Hermione was overjoyed that her friend had remembered. Then she realized what Ginny has just said before. “Cormac is not my Master.” She says firmly.
“Than what do you call someone who can order you not to check, if your friend is okay?” The redhead asked rolling her eyes. “Something I’ve learned over the past few weeks is that life gets so much better when you can call a cauldron, a cauldron.”
“Cormac and I aren’t even serious.” Hermione tells her and straightens her back. “We haven't even gone on a date that doesn’t involve studying of some kind. For some reason Harry just thinks everyone can be filed into Dom or sub, but that’s just not the way life is.”
“I’m not so sure about that…” Ginny starts but her older friend cuts her off.
“Of course you aren’t you’ve bought into what he’s saying completely. For example, right now you look like someone beat you raw and you’re happy about it. How is that healthy?”
Ginny collected her thoughts before trying to explain it to her friend. “I’m not saying that every person in the world is into the kind of sex I enjoy. The welts are nothing Hermione. I had rough sex with a man that knew exactly how to make me scream. I’m going to tell you, it was the very best sex of my life. I was sore yesterday more because I’m not used to that much pleasure, not because I’m a beaten woman.”
Hermione flushed deeper and deeper as her friend spoke. “You really like that much pain? You really enjoy when Harry calls you that horrible name?” She asked curiously.
“I really do, though there’s a name I like better now.”
“Oh?”
“Queen.” She said with a smile as she remembered how she has gotten the aches and pains.
“That doesn’t seem bad at all.” Hermione told her sounding more pleased.
“As in a cat in heat.” Ginny explained giggling at Hermione reaction. The other girl looked like she’d just eaten a lemon whole. “But I’m a different kind of submissive than you.”
“So the best sex of your life included a man comparing you to some kind of sex crazed animal?”
“Mmmhumm.” The slut said looking at the ceiling for a moment before she remembered Hermione was there. “Is that such a horrible thing if I like it?”
“It’s degrading.” The know-it-all informed her friend as if she hadn’t known.
“That’s what I like about it. Being degraded gets me going. So I ask again, what’s so wrong with that? Would you deny me what makes me happy?”
Hermione thought about that for a long moment before she shook her head. “So, will you tell me who it was?” She asks curiously.
“Professor Snape.” Ginny almost moaned the name. “I think I’m going to act up in class today.” She said dreamily before she realized her friend hadn’t moved. “Hermione?”
“You…” The older girl started shaking her head. “You…” She started again, just still didn’t get much out before her brain locked up with the word teacher. “You had sex with a teacher? He’s old enough to be your father!” She yelled then covered her own mouth looking around to make sure they hadn’t woken anyone.
“Age doesn’t really matter to me, and besides with age comes experience.” The redhead smirked.
“I could never do that.” Hermione said shaking her head.
“No one is asking you to. I think my Master, your old Master, would prefer that you not even touch a single other soul besides him. Well sexually anyway.” Ginny pointed out. “Now let me do your hair so you look nice on your birthday.”

Every so often Harry glanced down to where Hermione and McLaggen sat at the other end of the table. He was having some trouble thinking of a plan to get her back. He told himself she was not the most important thing on his shoulders right now, but that didn’t keep his thoughts from drifting back to her.
The owls rushed in through the open windows to deliver the morning mail, Harry smiled, as he wanted to see what she thought of the birthday gift he’d chosen just for her. A small collection of things landed on the table around her and Harry saw his gift among them.
“So Harry?” It was a girl speaking, but he’d been too distracted to know if they’d been speaking to him for long.
“Yeah?” He asked as he kept his eyes on Hermione.
“When are you having them?” The person asked as if it had been something they have already asked several times before. “You’re the Captain this year.”
Harry finally glanced to who was speaking to him, and smiled as Katie Bell looked at him with an exasperated expression. “Oh!” he said as the question clicked into his head. “I scheduled them for October 7th, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about that Katie.” He answered her and sniffed her subtly. She was dominate, which actually made him smile.
Katie had been a good friend to him in both the team, and the DA last year. She was a great flyer, and her spell work in his many teaching sessions had been above average. The other Gryffindor members of his Order had wanted him to add to their side, and Katie seemed like a very good fit.
“I still have to try out like everyone else. People are saying there is a fifth year that has some real moves, you need to choose who’s best, and I need to practice so I can beat their pants off.”
Harry looked back to Hermione to see how far she’d gotten through her pile. She had the one from him in her hands, but instead of opening it, she slipped it into her bag and shook her head at her Master. She was obviously worried Harry had sent her something her Master wouldn’t like. He really couldn't argue with the choice, she was right after all.
“Hey Katie, could I talk to you about something else actually?” Harry said giving his attention back to the older girl.
“Yeah, what?” She asked curiously.
Harry glanced around and shook his head. “Not here, do you have time for a short walk to the pitch?”
“If we leave now. Snape hates it when you’re late, and he really loves to punish Gryffindors.” She said as both she and Harry got to their feet.
“Ron, if I’m late can you tell Sprout I ran to the loo?” He asked his friend to cover.
“Yeah I’ll let her know.” Ron said and looked oddly at Katie for a moment then back to Luna.
Once they were out of the castle Harry looked around again to make sure no one was around. “I’m starting my own Order.” He started.
“You mean like the DA?” She asked seeming interested already.
“Sort of. See, I think there was a time and a place for the DA, but that time is over. We can no longer be Dumbledore's Army.”
“Why not?” She asked with a frown.
Harry sighed and frowned himself as he tried to think of the best way to explain to someone who had mostly been on the outside. “Because even though the Headmaster’s heart; is in the right place, he’s a part of the problem.” He looked up at Katie to gauge her reaction to this. She was frowning more deeply.
“I’ve heard people talking about the Order of the Phoenix. I thought that would be the next logical step once I’m of age. Are you saying that’s a bad idea?”
“No. The Order of the Phoenix does have its place. The Headmaster is a very intelligent man, and he has been working on plans to defeat Voldemort since his fall but…” Harry frowned deeply, pretending not to notice when Katie flinched.
“He won’t tell anybody what they are.” She finished for him.
“This piece of information cannot go beyond us.” Harry started seriously. Katie nodded and crossed her heart with her finger to show that she promised to keep it to herself.
“They’re right. The stories; about me being the only one who can defeat Voldemort. I’m a key piece of Dumbledore’s plan.” He said coldly.
“And he still hasn’t told you what it is?” She asked sounding awestruck. “So you’re making your own Order so you can make your own plans?” She guessed.
“Exactly. Now I don’t plan to get in the Headmaster’s way by any means, but I don’t want to be some pawn that happens to end the game. I want to see the board; I want to be one of the players.” Harry was feeling heated as he explained what really upset him about the Headmaster’s plans.
“So tell me about your Order.” Katie said, the smile and fire were back in her eyes.
“We’re called the Order of the Bound.”

She looked up when Harry walked into Herbology. She’d noticed him leave the Great Hall with Katie Bell and wondered if she was another woman he planned to own. Then Hermione reminded herself that she didn’t care. She wasn’t dating Harry any more so he could play with as many women as he liked.
When he came over to sit at the bench with her and Ron, he smiled. “Did you open it?” he asked softly, looking directly into her eyes.
“Not yet.” She answered before looking back to her work. They were collecting tiny berries from their plant that day and it took great focus.
“You could open it now.” Harry pressed and Ron frowned.
“Open what?” He asked confused as he looked at his friends.
“Her birthday present. Don’t tell me you forgot Ron?” Harry asked sounding disappointed.
“No no, she’s wearing my present.” Ron defended pointing to a hair clip. “Luna picked it out. It’s from both of us really.” He told his friend.
“It’s really pretty, and I’m glad it isn’t a radish.” Hermione beamed brushing her fingers over the clip.
Ron frowned. “She just doesn't like to wear what everyone else wears.” He defended his pet.
“I know; I’ll have to thank her at lunch for picking it out. She obviously has much better taste than you.” Hermione grinned.
Ron chuckled nodding. “So you mean you haven’t opened Harry’s present yet?”
“I…” She started glancing up to her ex-boyfriend. “I didn’t know what it would be.” She said flushing slightly.
“Well if you open it you’ll find out. I thought it was pretty obvious.” Harry said eyes still locked on her.
She took a deep breath and pulled the present from her bag. “I could open it now.” She said looking around the class as she held the somewhat heavy object under the table.
“That would be great.” He said just smirking at her as he waited.
She took in a slow breath and carefully peeled back the paper so she wouldn’t make a lot of sound. Her smile brightened when she realized it was a book. It looked to be older as well, which excited her. Ancient knowledge, even when completely wrong, was always interesting to read about. When she finally got to the title of the book, she blushed and quickly shoved it back in her bag.
“Harry…” She started unable to look him in the eyes. “Why…” She shook her head and refocused on her work.
“What did you get her mate?” Ron asked curious as to what was turning Hermione bright pink.
“A book on old magical rituals.” Harry said innocently starting his work as well. He seemed very pleased with her reaction.
“Why is it making her blush so bad?” The redhead pressed.
“Because it’s a book of sexual magic.” Hermione snapped wishing to end the conversation.
“Knowledge is knowledge.” Harry said having to have the last word. “Would you like me to get you something else?” He asked casually.
Hermione blushed more deeply, knowing now that she had the book she wanted to read the book. “No Harry, I’m sorry. You’re right. Thank you.”
Harry smiled brightly. “Tonight’s meeting will just be for the Light. I’ve invited Katie Bell into the order and she doesn’t need to know about the others yet.” He told his friends, changing the subject.
“What will Katie be doing for the Order?” Hermione asked, trying a bit too hard to be nonchalant.
Harry smirked, seeing the jealously there. Though he decided, it was unwise to make her jealous, that was the whole trouble from the start. “She’ll be signing a Knight contract; you actually need to sign one as well tonight.” He pointed out.
“Oh yes. I almost forgot.” Hermione said sounding disappointed somehow. “So I’ll be a Knight?”
“A Light Knight; with Ron, and now Katie. I was also thinking of inviting Neville to come too. He’s loyal, and if he can get over his confidence issue I think he would make a fine wizard.”

Harry had sent the rest of his Order ahead to make sure things in the room were ready for the newest members. At the moment he was walking next to Neville. He hadn’t told the other boy about the Order yet, just that he wanted to talk to him about something important.
“Where are we going Harry?” He asked as he looked around the hall.
“A meeting space for my Order.” Harry started simply. “An Order I want you to join.” He told his friend.
“You mean like the DA?” Neville asked sounding confused.
For the second time that day, Harry explained why the DA was no longer something he wished to be involved in. Neville had very similar reactions to the explanation that Katie had, and in the end, he wanted to support Harry in any way he could.
By the time they got to the meeting room, Harry had one last thing to tell his friend. “Here we are.” He said and motioned to the door.
“It isn’t nearly as special as the Room of requirement.” Neville told him.
“True, but that room seems very busy this year for some reason.” Harry said with a shrug. “Before we go in, I think I need to tell you something.”
“What’s wrong Harry?” His friend asked with worry.
“It was me.” He started looking into Neville’s eyes. “Cho belongs to me. She’s a member of my Order.”
Neville was stunned into silence for a moment, blinking at Harry dumbly. Once the information truly sunk, a pink color started to form on his cheeks. “She told you what happened?” He asked softly.
Harry smiled kindly to his friend. “All she told me is that she enjoyed herself.” he assured Neville placing a hand on his shoulder.
Neville swallowed, nodding slowly. “Why Harry?” He asked with such innocence in his voice it made Harry smile.
“I think I should explain to everyone at once.” Harry said opening the door to let his friend enter first.
He followed the timid boy into the room and found he was the last to arrive. Only the Light members of the order had been invited tonight, as their newest members didn’t need to know about their dark side at the moment.
Both Cho and Ginny knelt happily in front of his throne. Harry smiled at them and brushed their hair with his fingers as he passed. Ginny had been told to keep her robes on, but to kneel. She didn’t seem pleased with the clothes, but she was at least happy she could take her rightful place again.
Katie was in the corner talking to Hermione with a frown on her lips as she kept glancing to the completely nude Cho.
“Tonight we welcome Katie and Neville into our Order.” Harry announced to get everyone’s attention. “There are aspects of the Order I could not fully explain to either of you outside these walls.” He told them with a serious expression.
“We are the Order of the Bound, and right now our main goal is to defeat Voldemort.” Everyone in the room but, Luna kneeling happily beside Ron flinched at the name. “But that isn’t our only goal. It’s my belief people should truly be free to be themselves within the company of our Order. Some of us are happiest in a submissive role.” Harry said glancing to Hermione. “Others feel more confident in a dominant position. Everyone in my Order is free and encouraged to explore those feelings.”
“I’m not kneeling at your feet Harry.” Katie snapped crossing her arms over her chest.
Harry just smiled and nodded. “You’re dominant Katie. You’ll never be expected to kneel. The divide in my order is not female submissives and male dominants.” He explained with a sigh. “But unfortunately you’re the first female dominant to join.”
With that, Katie couldn’t help but look to Hermione, who frowned, straightened her back, but couldn’t bring herself to lift her eyes from the ground.
“You’re free to find a submissive of your own liking and ask for permission to bring them into the Order. I’m more than happy to help in this search as I seem to be very good at seeing to a person’s true nature.”
“I’ve broken submissives up into three categories. There are the slaves, whose purpose varies, depending on need.” Harry explained glancing to Hermione again. “There are pets, who can be useful, but also need our protection.” He added smiling at Luna. “Finally there are sluts, whose main purpose is sexual in nature.” He told the new comers and motioned to Ginny and Cho in front of him.
“You’ll see within your Knight contract that use of my personal property is allowed within certain guidelines.”
Katie blinked a few times and laughed. “I’m not really interested in your property.” She said shaking her head at the girl’s in front of Harry. Neville on the other hand just flushed.
“I can keep an eye out for personal submissives for each of you if you just tell me about your tastes.” Harry said and motioned for Ginny to hand out the contracts so the new members could read them.

After the three had signed their contracts, Harry had Dobby surprise everyone by making a cake appear in the center of the room. It was large enough to feed 20 people, and had the words Happy Birthday Hermione! Inscribed across the top, in Dobby’s messy handwriting.
The rest of the meeting was spent focusing on the birthday girl and just relaxing like normal teens did.
Ginny and Hermione stayed after everyone else. Each wishing to ask Harry something in private. Looking between the two girls, he chose to speak with Ginny first, as she had always served him well.
“Could you wait outside Hermione?” He asked in a polite tone.
“I don’t mind if she stays Master. I was just wondering if it would be alright if I…” Ginny paused taking a slow breath in. “Broke things off with Dean? Actually I would like to invite him into the Order; I just don’t really know what kind of place he would hold.”
Hermione cleared her throat as Harry thought this over. “You would have to tell him what you’ve been doing behind his back. Maybe Harry would find him a nice sub, to take your place.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at his ex-slave; she really was pushing her luck at this point. When he got his hands back on her, she would not be able to sit for a very long time. “Actually Dean is a sub himself. What he needs is a good Mistress.”
“Oh.” Hermione said looking down; she was smart enough to look ashamed at her outburst.
“What I wish to know is why the sudden change?” He asked looking back to Ginny.
“Well Master actually I just don’t want…” She started seeming all the more nervous now. “It’s hard to explain.” She finished lamely.
Harry took a good look at her as he tried to figure out what she wanted most in the world. When ideas of Snape kept floating into his mind, he smirked. “You don’t want Professor Snape to see you with anyone else.” He guessed.
She blushed a deep red. “I know he’s not my Master, and I shouldn’t care, but he…”
“You enjoyed your time with him.” Harry finished for her, not seeming at all upset by his slut’s behavior. He would have been more upset if she had tried to go behind his back. This way was better for everyone. “Do you wish for him to own you?”
“If he would have me; Master.” She told the floor at her feet.
“Go into the hall and wait for me. We will continue this conversation in a little while.” He said and pointed to the door.
“Thank you Master.” Ginny said before rushing from the room.
Once the redhead was gone, Harry turned to look at his Treasure. Well the one that would one day be his Treasure anyway. “What can I do for you?”
“You would let her go so easily?” Hermione asked with a frown.
“If it will make her happy, yes.” He answered simply.
“You didn’t let me go that easily.” She pointed out.
“You aren’t happy.” Harry replied. “What can I do for you?”
“I want to invite Cormac to the…” She started and Harry was already shaking his head.
“Absolutely not.” He told her firmly. “I don’t trust him in any sense of the word.”
“But…” She started again.
“No.” Harry growled.
Hermione huffed and nodded her head. “You’re the final say.” She pointed out, but was obviously not pleased with Harry refusal. “I may have to miss some meetings if I can’t tell him about the Order.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at that. “If you must, security is more important than attendance. But I also feel it’s important to remind you of what you risk with him.” He said unhappily. “Do not give him anything he doesn’t deserve.”
“Harry you have no say in my love life any longer.” Hermione huffed.
“It was a warning, not an order.” Harry pointed out. “Do you need anything else Hermione?” He asked as he sat back.
“No.”
“Then can you tell Ginny to rejoin me.”
Hermione nodded slowly. “Harry you do know I…” She started as she turned to head for the door.
“I know you care Hermione, and so do I.” He told her honestly.
She made her way out into the hall and motioned for Ginny to go back in. When she was closing the door so the couple could have some privacy she heard Harry’s voice.
“Strip.” It was one commanding word, but she knew what would happen next.
Hermione rushed back to the common room. She hadn’t told Cormac she would be out too late, and she knew he would not be pleased if he came looking for her.
By the time, she was walking through the portrait hole she was out of breath.
“Where have you been?” Cormac asked which made her flinch. He’d been waiting.
“With some friends.” She told him, pretending like it wasn’t that big of a deal.
“With Harry?” He asked with narrow eyes.
“And some other people.” She answered defensively
“Can we talk?” It was in the form of a question, but his tone left little room for argument.
Hermione blinked a moment before nodding and following him back out of the common room to a nearby space, where they could have some privacy.
“I don’t like you spending so much time with your ex.” He said before she could even close the door.
“He’s still my friend.” She pointed out.
“A friend that wouldn’t let you talk to me for almost a week straight.” Cormac pointed out.
“He wanted to see if we could work things out.” She said with a frown.
“I just don’t like how he is with you.” The older boy said sweetly as he could, seeing she was starting to dig her heels in. “He treats you like he owns you Hermione; I thought we could have a special night, for your birthday.”
“We can have that time now.” Hermione said pushing a few curls from her eyes.
Cormac sighed smiling at her. “I guess you’re right.” He said changing his mood quickly and stepping towards her. “I haven't giving you my present yet.” he said and pulled a small box from his bag.
“What is it?” She asked as she relaxed a bit with his change in approach.
“Open it.” He said stepping up to her to place the item in her hands. She opened the box quickly as she got excited over what it could be. Inside the small box, she found an owl pendant on a silver chain.
“It’s beautiful Cormac.” She told him looking up into his eyes.
“The owl is on the McLaggen family crest. It’s for intelligence and speed. Let me put it on you.” He said pulling the necklace from its box before she could answer. It shimmered in the light slightly as he held it up, before moving around her.
The boy brushed the hair from her neck before slipping the necklace into place. “Do you like it?” He whispered softly as he clasped the chain.

When Harry heard the door start to close, he moved all of his attention to the slut in front of him. “Strip.” he commanded smiling as he noticed Ginny shiver slightly. “If Professor Snape wants you, I may not be able to enjoy you again. He doesn’t seem like the sort of man who shares.”
Ginny smiled and did as she was told. “I wouldn’t want to displease you Master.” She said slightly worried. “I’ll stay with you…”
“No. I’ll enjoy you tonight, and tomorrow I’ll speak to the Professor about buying you.” He smirked as his eyes ran over her young form. She was still bruised from her time with Snape; she seemed to wear the stripes with pride.
“Thank you Master.” She said lowering herself to her knees without being ordered. “How may I pleasure you?” She asked and licked her lips.
If Harry was honest with himself, what he wanted most in that moment was Hermione’s soft and warm form. Ginny was an athlete with a firm almost hard body. They were not nearly the same. “Come here.” he told her pointing to the space at his feet.
She crawled over as sensually as she could, wishing to leave her Master with a good impression. When she was settled at his feet, he reached down and ran a hand through her hair. “How should I take you tonight slut?” He asked looking into her eyes. “You would like anything I did, so it really is so hard to decide.”
Harry grasped her hair tightly jerked her head back until she gasped. “You know me so well Master.” She said working hard not to roll her hips. “Please, fuck me…” She begged, closing her eyes.
He smiled at that letting go of her hair and sitting back. “Let me see how much practice you’ve been doing with those lips of yours.” He said motioning to his fly.
Fuck Toy looked up to him greedily before moving so she could undo his zipper. With small careful hands, she drew out his half-hard member then leaned in and licked it as if it was made of candy.
She let her hair fall around her as she licked him again. Her tongue traced a path around the bulge of his head before running across its sensitive surface.
Harry closed his eyes and groaned to tell her she was doing a good job. He let himself enjoy his little slut’s work and tried to wash thoughts of Hermione out of his head. When the little minx swallowed, his cock whole Harry’s eyes shot open and he looked down at the mass of red hair covering his lap.
“You’ve been practicing.” He told her as he moved a hand into her hair. “Who taught you that little trick slag?” Her Master asked as he jerked her head off his shaft.
“Blaise Master.” She told him breathlessly, licking the spit from her lips.
“I’ll have to thank him.” Harry told her before forcing her head back onto his rod. It didn’t take him long in her skillful hands to come to full hardness. “Stop.” He gasped and pushed her away roughly.
The little slut looked up at him with a smile. “Have I not pleased you Master?” She asked with a smirk.
“Well enough that I want to reward you Fuck Toy.” He told her as he leaned back in the chair. “Humm, should I use you against the wall, or over the desk?” Harry asked as if he didn’t know exactly what he was going to do with her.
“Any way you want Master. Every way you want.” She told him things he already knew.
“Come here little Fuck Toy. I think I’ll have you right on my throne.” He said as he helped her up into his lap. He had her straddle his legs so that his hardened rod pressed against her core. “Do you want me to fuck you my little whore?”
“More than anything Master.” She told him breathlessly. Harry smiled lifting her up so he could align himself better.
“Beg.” He ordered as his head pressed against her entrance.
“Please Master?” She begged without hesitation. Her body trying to push against his, and take what he was not giving just yet. “Please?”
“Tell me what you are.” He ordered pulling away from her slightly.
“I’m a whore. I’m a slut in heat that needs your cock.” She told him with a whimper.
Harry smiled before pulling her down on his shaft roughly. He enjoyed her moans and screams as she rode his lap. His fingers pinching and scratching at her skin just to get her to make another sound of pleasure.
She came several times before he reached his first peak that night, but didn’t let her rest for long. He took her several times that night, each in a new position, each time rougher than the time before. He would show her what she was leaving behind, refusing to be forgotten easily.
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