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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- A super thanks to my beta Eclectic Pet for being awesome!

d3mystic- You find out a bit more about the necklace in this chapter, but I don't want to give too much away. Hermione feelings and thoughts about her submissive nature are a rather confused jumble. So to answer your question, both are really true. She both knows about doesn't know about it.
chm01- I promise she will be the end of teh story.
red demon- You will be getting some Tracey/Harry time in the beginning of this chapter, so I hope you enjoy.
hugplx- A person rarely sees their own actions as evil, and no one else has any idea of what Harry has done to Hermione in the past. There I many things I could say defending Harry, but I don't think that is what you are looking for. If you wish to cast Harry as a villain in this story, than that is your right as a reader. I am glad it made you giggle.
Emmiey- I am glad you like Harry's girls. They all want different things from him and he works to provide them. Don't worry, Hermione will come back by the end of this story ;)
Raven.Malfoy- Thank you, I am glad you are enjoying it. I really can't answer your question, because that would be telling!
Anon- I am sorry that you are not enjoying the lemons, I work a fine line as I want them to be enjoyable without being overly lewd.
Maxtaf- Thank you so much for your wonderful review. It made an otherwise dreadful day a bit lighter. I do feel inclined to point out, when people refer to Harry as a "evil" Dom in this story they are usually referring to my use of hypnosis towards the beginning. They say that makes it non consensual, but everyone can be their own judge. I am glad you seem to understand where I am going with this story. Thanks again!

When they got to the Room of Requirement Harry looked around and checked his map to make sure they were alone. He smiled as he noticed the two dots representing Ginny and Severus were in the professor’s room. He also noticed the one for Ron wasn’t in his dorm, but up near the Ravenclaw tower with Luna. This made him search out Hermione for a tense moment before he found her alone in her own bed.
“What is that Master?” Tracey asked as she watched Harry study what was obviously a map for some time without saying a word.
“It’s a way for me to know what’s going on in the school.” He told her calmly before he folded and put the item away. “Heel.” he ordered pointing to the floor like she was a dog.
“In the hallway?” She asked and chewed on her lip. She loved to surrender herself to her base feral need to be dominated, but she didn’t wish for them to get into trouble over it.
“Are you questioning your Master?” He asked as he gave her his full attention. She dropped to her knees; she didn’t wish to be punished when she was this close to getting a reward. “You should feel lucky I allow you to wear clothes right now. I’m not one to dress up animals like they were actual people.” He sneered at her for a moment before he went to activating the room to his liking.
Once the door appeared, he walked over to her, and pulled a leash from his pocket; before he clipped it onto her collar and led her into the room.
Tracey crawled on hands and knees knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to stand for the rest of the night, and enjoying this limitation more than she would admit verbally.
They entered the finely decorated bedroom in silence. It reminded her of a king’s room with a large bed and rich warm furnishings. It was decorated in dark reds, deep golds, and blacks. This was truly a Gryffindor’s room, majestic and noble, but at the same time almost sinister in its darkness.
“You have ten minutes in the bathroom to make yourself ready for bed. If you aren’t back at here and kneeling at my feet I will come and get you.” Harry told her as he unhooked the leash and closed the room to the outside world.
Tracey rushed into the bathroom to comply with his wishes as fast as she could. She undressed quickly and without any grace, tossing her clothes into the corner of the bathroom out of the way. She used the bathroom just in case she would be leashed for the rest of the night, then washed her hands and face.
She’d no idea how long she’d taken, but he hadn’t come to get her, which she felt was a good sign. She crawled over to him and knelt at his feet with her hands on the floor like he preferred.
“Good Vixen.” He praised and sat down on the bed before petting her head. Harry looped the leash around one of the posts of the bed and attached it back to her collar. “Wouldn’t want you making a mess of the room while, I shower.” He said with a smile. “You can relax while I’m gone.” He added patting her head again before heading to the bathroom.
Tracey watched him enter the bathroom before moving from her kneeling position. She moved around to see how much space she had while attached to the bed finding it wasn’t a lot at all. Her choices were really to lay or kneel on the floor or the foot on the bed. She decided on the bed and curled herself into a comfortable position.
She wondered if she’d be allowed to play tonight. It was a reward after all and she never got a chance to just play with her Master really. She was good most of the time because she knew how busy he was with making plans that would save them all from the Dark Lord, but sometimes she yearned to be naughty. She wanted to fight so she could truly feel his dominance over her in a much more base way.
When Harry exited the bathroom, she decided to try her luck just a bit. She wanted to at least test these waters; he’d told her to not handle him after all. She looked directly into her Master’s eyes and showed her teeth, a warning she’d bite if he came any closer.
Harry chuckled as he watched her with interest. “Are you trying to intimidate me Vixen?” He asked clearly amused. Her only answer was a growl as she wasn’t in the mood to speak as a woman at the moment.
He took a step closer to her with a sarcastic smile on his face as if showing he didn’t believe the warnings she was giving off. “Be a good girl so we can get some sleep.” He told her and reached out a hand to pat her head. She turned her head and bit his hand just hard enough for him to really feel it. Then Tracey moved on the bed to show her claim over it.
Harry blinked and looked at his hand for a moment. He hadn’t gotten such resistance from Tracey before and it had surprised him. He realized after a moment his pet wanted to play, and she wanted to play rough. He couldn’t help but smile in dark pleasure as he looked at his feral pet. He could play rough.
“Sometimes I forget you’re a wild animal my pretty Vixen.” He said moving closer to her slowly. “But just when I start to get comfortable you pleasantly remind me.”
She watched him closely keeping her eyes on his as he moved closer and closer. His hand darted out towards her again and she tried to bite, but her grabbed her hair too quickly for her to get a hold of anything. With a firm grip on her hair, he turned her head up and licked his lips.
“I want you always wild my pet, but you will submit to me.” He told her before leaning down and biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Tracey whimpered and struggled against his hold. She clawed at his chest to try to free herself from his hand and teeth. She growled at him to show this wasn’t subduing her yet.
“Mine.” Harry growled back before grabbing one of her wrists with his free hand. He moved himself on top of her pinning the wild fox to the mattress and letting go of her hair so that he could grab the other clawing hand. “Submit.” He ordered.
She responded by leaning forward to try to bite his lip with a snap of her teeth. He shifted on top of her so that his weight held her in place as he put her wrists together so he could hold them in one hand. “You will submit.” He told her firmly.
Struggling against this new position, she growled trying to snap at his face once again. Harry leaned down and mastered her lips with his own. When she tried to bite his tongue, he bit her bottom lip hard enough that the kiss was tainted with the metallic taste of blood.
Tracey moaned under him pressing her body against his. She enjoyed being physically dominated and tonight she’d give into this desire. He held her wrists with bruising force making her body meld to his wishes.
Harry pulled back when she started to comply with his wishes and smiled down at the panting animal under him. “Mine.” He reminded her before looking down at her body trying to decide how he wanted to take her. After a final squeeze to her wrists, he stood up and started to undress.
Tracey moved onto her elbows so she could watch him remove each item and carefully fold it over a nearby chair so it wouldn’t be wrinkled in the morning. When he was completely nude, she ran her eyes over his lean wiry muscles and licked her lips.
Harry had grown into himself in the time he’d been at Hogwarts, but she guessed they all had. This year it was something different, he held himself tall and strong, like all the world should fall at his feet. She was proud to belong to such a commanding Dom, and the very idea made her want to submit to him easily, but what would be the fun in that?
She also noticed his wand sheath was still in place as he approached the bed. If she was in a talking mood she might have asked about it, but she wasn’t so she’d have to ask later.
When he got closer to her, she took the leash into her mouth and gnawed on it like she wanted to get away.
“Still not settled Vixen?” he asked with a smile spreading across his lips. “Well it’s a good thing I brought this.” he said and reached into a bag he’d brought from the class and pulled out a leather muzzle.
She looked at it and growled not happy about the idea of not being able to bite him anymore. Harry chuckled and shook his head he knew it would be a fight getting it on her.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asked playfully.
She growled her answer and moved into a kneeling position on the bed so she was ready for the struggle. He reached forward like he was going to try and take hold of her hair again, this time she was ready she bit his hand and didn’t let go.
She looked up into his eyes to show her victory when she noticed the pleased look he had. A moment later, his free hand tugged her hair back painfully. “Let go now.” He warned her once he got a firm hold on her hair.
Tracey whimpered and looked up at him trying to seem as innocent and harmless as possible so that he wouldn’t muzzle her.
“Do you think you’re fooling anyone?” He asked looking more amused than angry as he placed the covering over her chin and mouth and spoke the magic words that would hold it firmly in place.
She made more whimpering sounds before nuzzling her face against his chest to show she was now settled. “This is much better.” He said as he stroked the back of her head. “Maybe I should keep you like this all the time?” He asked as his hands ran down her back gently. “My pretty little fox is so good when she can’t bite me.” He praised softly.
Tracey whimpered again trying to look as cute and meek as she could. “It isn’t coming off until you know your place.” he told her firmly “Until you, submit.” He said with a slight growl in his voice.
She lowered her head and showed him her neck, even going so far as to pull the hair out of his way. “You’re manipulating, not submitting.” He told her and she growled sitting back up. “Exactly.”
She pouted at him as he moved towards her again. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, he took her hair into his grasp so that he could tilt her head back and licked her neck. She dug her fingers into his chest to push him away but he held firmly, taking the pain. He bite harshly at the soft skin of her neck, leaving a second bite mark there before pushing her back roughly and moving over her.
“Submit. You are Mine.” He growled as he rolled her over onto her stomach. When she tried to get up onto all fours, he placed a firm hand on the back of her neck to hold her head and shoulders against the mattress.
Struggling against him was the most fun she’d had in a long time. The way he bit and held her so firmly satisfied an itch so deep in her soul she had no idea how wonderful it was to get it scratched. Her body sang with need for him, and she hoped he’d take her soon.

“Do you have any plans for the morning?” Ginny asked timidly as she stood behind Hermione brushing her hair a bit more slowly than usual
“I’m meeting Cormac for breakfast. Are you okay?” The older girl countered as she looked up at her friend and placed her book aside.
“I’m worried about you Hermione. You were acting a bit weird yesterday.” The redhead said as she smoothed a potion through her friend’s hair. “I was hoping you’d come with me to see Professor Snape.”
“And do what?” Hermione snapped, not wishing to be a part of anything Ginny and Snape did together.
“Well he’s an expert on the Dark Arts. I was thinking he could check if you were cursed or something.”
“Why would you think I was cursed?” Hermione asked, as she looked straight again so that Ginny could do her work.
“You’re not acting like yourself.” Ginny told her friend honestly. “You let Cormac feed you yesterday at dinner. It freaked me out.”
Hermione blushed and looked at her hands for a moment. “He likes taking care of me.” She said in a small voice.
“You would never have let Harry do that and you’ve trusted him a whole lot longer.” Ginny pointed out.
Hermione suddenly went stiff and almost cold at the mention of Harry’s name. “I won’t talk about him.”
Ginny sighed and nodded. “Okay we don’t have to, will you come with me. What could it hurt?” She pressed her friend all the more worried now.
“If we can make it before breakfast.” Hermione agreed after another moment of coldness.
“Well I need to be back there in thirty minutes anyway.” Ginny says with a small blush.

When they entered the Professor’s office Ginny dropped to her knees and lowered her head. Hermione looked to her with a frown, blushing as she wondered if the girl did that for any ‘Dominate’, she was around.
“You’re making our guest uncomfortable pet.” Snape said after seeing the look on Hermione's face.
“Sorry Master.” Ginny said not looking up from the ground.
“She enjoys her place on the ground. But if it troubles you I can have her stand.” Severus offered in a more polite tone than Hermione has ever heard the Professor use.
“If she likes kneeling.” The older girl started after a moment. “Why should I stop her?”
“That is very thoughtful of you.” He said and motioned for his property to take her place at his knee.
“She called you Master.” Hermione said after a moment. “I thought she belonged to Harry.”
“I bought her last night. But that isn’t why you’re here.” He pointed out, as he didn’t wish to discuss the subject further.
“Ginny was worried that I was cursed.” Hermione told him with a roll of her eyes. “She trusts you.”
The Professor nodded as he looked the brunette over for a moment. “You haven’t been acting like yourself. If these things are found quickly, it’s easier to counter them. I noticed yesterday, you were wearing a new necklace. Are you wearing it now?”
Hermione flushed as she thought about the necklace, she hadn't really thought of taking it off since Cormac had insisted that she keep it. It was odd for her to sleep in jewelry, but it hadn't even crossed her mind to remove it.
“Yes.” She answered after a moment she pulled it from her shirt. “It’s just a birthday present.” She told him as she walked forward so he could get a closer look.
He frowned at it a moment as he looked at the pendant closely. “May I cast a spell on it?” he asked formally.
“It won’t harm it?” Hermione asked protecting the piece.
“No no, it’s a detecting spell only.” Snape promised looking back into the girl’s eyes.
After a moment of hesitation and a sigh, Hermione held it up for him again. Snape stood at his full height and moved his wand around the pendant in a complicated motion. With the last flick of his wrist, the owl glowed blue for a moment before going back to its normal looks.
“Exactly what I thought.” He said sounding concerned.
“What?” Hermione asked looking between him and the necklace.
“Do you know what a Wizard’s Collar is Miss Granger?” He asked in his teacher’s tone.
“Like the ones Harry uses for his girls?” She asked uncertainly.
“Those are magical collars. A Wizard’s Collar is much more powerful.” He told her with a frown. “A Wizard’s Collar is a binding contract between two people. Where as a magical collar; is more for training and entertainment purposes. You are now wearing a Wizard’s Collar.”

Harry was waiting by the Slytherin dorm. He stood against the opposite wall from the hidden entryway, the invisibility cloak hiding him from view. Both Tracey and Daphne had asked for help with the girl now, and it didn’t sit well with Harry that someone would be taking advantage of a girl not quite old enough to know what she wanted herself.
He watched as other Slytherins came and went until finally Nott appeared with his girl. Harry took a closer look at the girl and frowned at her almost lost expression as she followed her Master. Making sure his invisibility cloak was secure; he started to follow the pair closely.
He watched the young girl and could see nothing but someone beaten down by someone stronger than they were. She did have a submissive nature by the smell of her, but she hadn’t really come into the desires to go with that nature. She wanted to be taken care of, to be cherished. Harry could tell these weren’t things, Nott was doing for her by the way, she walked behind him.
Now that Harry had witnessed the behavior for himself, he had to decide how to challenge Nott without revealing himself as the Leader of the Bound. If Blaise challenged him for rights to the girl, she could get hurt, as could Tracey if Blaise lost that challenge.
He had to figure out a way of making the challenge himself while still keeping his ‘warrior of light’ appearance to the outside world. Harry was following the couple and pondering this problem when they made it to the entry hall. He moved into a dark alcove and removed the cloak before storing it in his pocket.
At breakfast, Harry noticed that Snape, Ginny, and Hermione had not yet come down. He walked to the side of the Gryffindor table where he’d have the best view of Nott and Astoria. Ron sat down across from him and the jet haired boy motioned for his friend to move over a little.
“What are you looking at?” Ron asked looking back at the Slytherin table across the hall.
“Nott.” Harry told his friend. “Both Vixen and Whip want me to protect the girl.” He said motioning subtly to the girl sitting next to the Slytherin boy in question.
Ron was frowning when he turned back to his friend. “Don’t you think she’s a little young for your protection?” He asked a bit stiffly.
Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “No one is too young to be protected Ron.” He said slightly annoyed. “I really do mean protection. When she’s older and knows what she wants I may find her what she needs. As of right now the girl just needs some kindness.”
Ron was blushing deeply enough to have his ears turn pink. “Sorry.” He said looking at the table. “I’m still getting used to your other new friends.”
Harry sighed and smiled at his friend. “I know it’s a lot to get used to.” He admitted to help relax the redhead.
“So what are we going to do about the girl?” Ron asked looking again and feeling more comfortable now that he knew Harry was not going to do anything with her.
“The best way is if we could make it public that she was under my protection, without involving the Order.”
“Oh that’s an idea.” Ron said with a thoughtful smile. “We just need to provoke him a little and for…” The redhead looked back at the Slytherin table. “You said the Slytherins already have a pretty well defined etiquette around those who are dominant and submissive right?” He asked as Harry could see a strategy forming in his friend's head.
“Pretty much.” Harry replied looking forward to where this was going.
“Well this new found Order of the Bound? Have you heard of them?” Ron asked with a grin. “Shouldn’t the head honcho of such an Order be particularly vocal about that etiquette being followed?”
“If he was a Slytherin probably.”
“Well I hear Zabini is the leader of the Order…” Ron said his eyes glittering with excitement for his idea.
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