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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- Surprise! By popular demand I have decided to post this a week before I said I would! I have decided I will now be posting on two stories each week for the time being. (Subject to change if need requires) I would like to thank Eclectic Pet, my awesome beta, who not only helped me make my story more decipherable, but actually was the one to inspire it in the first place! I really need to thank her as this is by far my most popular story. (Don't think I haven't noticed that) We have finally reached the end of the first story in this series! For those of you who have enjoyed the ride, fear not I actually have five stories planned for this particular universe. Though I am not sure when I will start posting the next one. There are other stories who have been waiting patently (or not so patently) for their turn.

chm01- I can't say weather or not her repression of her desires will ever completely vanish as you requested. But everyone has self doubt sometimes.
red demon- Glad you liked the chapter, but you may have to wait for book 2 to get all that you desire...
d3mystic- Do nor worry, this is not a stand alone fic. The chapter you are asking for is actually bits of chapters for the next few books. These thoughts are not going to be sorted all at once because at the stubborn girl she is Hermione is fighting back against her feelings.
doubledamn- No problem! Surprise I am early! The sequel will be a little bit in coming, but I understand about not reading my other fic, everyone has their preferences. Though, who said anything about everyone being happy? O.o Happy is boring...
anon- Look I posted early!
Gandalfs-Beard- Oh oh, lots to say, lots to say... First HERE IS MORE STORY! But it is the end for a while... The moment Harry thinks of a way of getting away with it, he will comply to your request regarding McLaggen. I am glad you are enjoying Harry for this fic, and you are right on with my intent, Harry is supposed to be Dark, without being evil. Lets get to your gripe: Ron. We are going to just have to agree to disagree when it comes to Ron. I know there are many out there that see Ron in a different light than me, and that is fine, everyone interprets a story using their own thoughts and influences. I am not going to go into my full debate about Ron here as there is a limit on how long we are allowed to make our A/N, but I will throw you this bone. If it helps, think of Luna as a good influence on him...

“Hermione!” The voice was angry. He had probably figured out what she’d done during the tryouts. “Get down here right now! I said NOW!” He yelled up the stairs to the girl’s dorm. Since when did she start hiding from people? It must be the collar that made her fear his anger.
It would be another act of defiance if she walked down and faced him front on, but she didn’t know if she trusted herself to do it alone.
“If she doesn’t want to talk to you step back.” It was another angry voice. She knew this one as well, and even though she couldn’t feel the love and loyalty she once had for him, she still had the memories of their time together. Even after she’d been so cold to him, he was trying to protect her.
If she went down now, she wouldn’t be alone. With a deep breath, she summoned all the anger she had over what her Master had done to her. Her heart was beating fast as she descended the stairs.
When she saw Harry pushing her Master back from the stairs she had to remind herself it was the collar that made her want to rush to his side.
“Ma…” She started and shook her head as she looked at the two of them. “Cormac. I’m breaking up with you.” She pressed herself to say. “Take this necklace off this instant.” She forced out the words.
Harry looked back at her with a shocked smile, but her Master used the distraction to move around the dark haired boy and grab her arm.
“No. We’re going to my dorm to talk about what happened today.” He told her firmly and pulled her towards the stairs that led to the boy’s dorms.
“She doesn’t want to be around you.” Harry said putting himself between the two and grabbing her Master’s wrist. “Let her go, or I will make you.” He added sounding more deadly than she could remember him ever sounding before.
“Fine.” Cormac said after a moment as he let Hermione go with a shoved. “But when she comes back begging at my door, I won’t be nice.” He said the final words looking over Harry’s shoulder at her.
He stomped off after that in a huff and Hermione couldn’t help but want to follow him. She wanted to please him, to make him happy again. Snape had told her it was another possible effect of the collar. He had said it was the most dangerous effect. As time wore on, she’d feel such a strong need to please her Master she’d do it to the risk of her own health if allowed.
She needed to get the collar off; she needed to take the last step. She looked at Harry, at the only one she knew for sure would help her in this last hurdle. “Can we speak privately?” She asked trying to not sound as cold towards him as she felt.
It was an odd thing when she thought about it. Her memories told her he was a friend, but her emotions told her he was a stranger. She didn’t like the feeling so she took his hand, trying to make a connection.
“Let’s go to the Room of Requirement.” He said after studying her for a long moment.

They sat down in the sitting room where he’d helped her learn to meditate. She tried to feel something to connect with the huge help he’d been for her then, but shook her head as nothing came.
“You know that Ma… Cormac did something to me?” She started, as she couldn’t find it in her to look at him. She could also remember how much Harry had mistrusted the older Gryffindor.
“Yes. I noticed the change the day after your birthday. Severus won’t tell me exactly what happened though.” He told her with a frown. “Are you going to?”
She took in a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.” She said deciding it would be best to give him the facts without emotion. “The necklace is a Wizard’s Collar; an arcane device, which saps the will and emotions of the one who wears it. It makes the person completely dependent on their Master as time goes on.” She paused to see if he had any questions.
“How do you get it off?” He asked sounding disgusted with the item.
“Usually it can only be removed by the one who put it on.” She admitted looking up to him.
Harry stood up like a shot. “I’ll make him take it off.” He told her as he took a step towards the door.
Hermione stopped him by taking his hand. “There’s another way. You see he actually made a mistake when he gave it to me.” She said and waited for Harry to sit down. “He gave me the collar as a gift before he placed it around my neck. So the collar actually belongs to me, and not him.” She started to explain.
“So you can just take it off.” Harry interrupted with a frown, wondering why she hadn’t done just that.
“I can’t, that isn’t the way the magic of the collar works. I can’t remove it because I am the wearer.” She told him irritated at being cut off. “But as it belongs to me, I can give it to someone. But I can’t give it to just anyone. It has to be someone who wants…” She trailed off blushing slightly still not comfortable with all of the Dominant and Submissive business. “Someone who wants to own me.”
Harry blinked but couldn’t help the slow smile that started to creep over his lips. “You want to give it to me.” He stated in a matter of fact tone.
“Only if I can trust you to remove it.” She added quickly looking him straight in the eyes. “Trusting you is hard right now Harry. The collar has taken away all my feelings for you, but I can remember everything we’ve been through together.”
“I’ll remove it Hermione.” He told her seriously. “I do want to own you, that’s true, but I want you to give herself to me in the way I know you want to give herself to me. With that collar on, you can’t give yourself to me.”
Hermione chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought for a long while. “So the process of giving it to you isn’t exactly straight forward.” She said looking at him for a moment before continuing. “In essence I am giving myself to you. I will have to submit to you before the collar will recognize you as its owner, as my owner.”
Harry thought about that for a moment and nodded. “Strip.” He ordered then moved to one of the wing-backed chair.
Hermione just blinked at him for a few moments before frowning.
“You said you needed this collar to recognize me. It won’t do that if I just give you what you want. You have to submit to my will.” He pointed out and waited for her to see the truth.
Her mind was quick and she couldn’t deny that he had a good point. So she stood and timidly started to pull her shirt over her head. She turned and felt his eyes on her back as she removed the rest of her clothes as quickly as she could. She had memories of being nude around him, she could remember the gentle way he took her the first time, this was nothing, and she tried to remind herself.
“Kneel.” He ordered in a tone that sent a tingle down her spine right to her core. She turned back to him slowly and knelt by his feet.
He was silent for a long time and Hermione finally looked up to see what he was doing. When her eyes met those vibrant green orbs, she couldn’t help but notice, her breath quicken. If her mind didn’t recognize him as a lover, her body certainly did.
“I promised you punishments when you returned to my service.” He reminded her as he reached down and petted the side of her face.
“What sort of punishment?” She asked as she noticed her heart pounding in her chest.
“I honestly lost track of the number of unpunished crimes you had during your last few weeks in my service.” He said with a slight smirk. “I don’t have my tools or toys here with me.” He added with a slight frown. “How would you like to be punished?” He asked finally.
That seemed completely like a trick question to Hermione and she really didn’t want to answer it. If she gave too weak of a punishment he’d be more mad, if she gave too strong of one he might just do it and tell her she asked for it.
“I want an honest answer Hermione.” Harry said more firmly. “Stop lying to yourself and tell me how you want to be punished.”
She frowned at that and swallowed hard as she searched her brain for the right answer. An unbidden idea sprang into her head and she blushed before shaking it away.
“No, you had it, tell me what you were just thinking.” He said lifting her chin so she had to look into his eyes.
“I want to be forced to watch as you find pleasure with the other girls you own.” She said as she tried to look away. He held her gaze and smiled at the thought.
“That seems like a very good punishment. I’ll make you clean their juices from my cock, and ready me for the next with your mouth. Would you like that?” He asked darkly.
“No.” She gasped, as her mind was flooded with images of what that would be like, somehow her body came alive with those thoughts.
“Hermione stop lying.” He told her firmly. “There is nothing wrong with what you want and denying it has only brought you trouble. Just admit it. Submit to your own nature.” He told her holding firmly onto her chin.
She shook her head as she tried to shake off his hand.
“I’m offering you a safe way to live your darkest fantasies.” He pressed letting go of her chin to take a hold of the hair at the nape of her neck. “I’ll fulfill all of your desires if you just submit and let me.”
“But I’ll lose control.” She gasped as she tugged at his firm hold.
“Just let it go Hermione. You don’t need it. I will take the burden from you. Let it go.” He ordered using his hold on her hair to guide her closer to him.
He leaned down and she could feel the breath on her lips as she breathed in his air. She was shaking as if she was on the edge of something she both feared and desired. She opened her eyes not remembering when she’d closed them and looked into the fields of green once again.
“I’m afraid.” She told him softly. “People will…” She started and he shook her head painfully by the grasp on her hair.
“You are a Gryffindor.” He told her firmly. “You don’t run from fear.” He reminded her. “If you submit to me I’d remake this world.” He whispered. “You would be honored and cherished and loved. You would be My Treasure.” He added before taking her lips in a demanding kiss. He wanted to prove his words to her, to make her understand all she was to him.
She trembled against the kiss, pressing her lips against his and moaning at the painful pull on the roots of her hair. Then he moved back letting go of her and almost pushing her back onto the ground so she could think about his offer.
Panting she tried to get some focus and let her mind start working again after that kiss. She still felt none of the trusting and caring emotions she knew they must have shared at some point, but that didn’t stop the desire she felt for him. On the other hand she knew the dark fantasies she hid away from herself were not something she should embrace, they weren’t normal.
Before her brain could get in her way once again, Harry grasped the hair on the top of her head and yanked back so she had to look at him. “If you spend your life denying the things you truly desire, you’ll never find happiness. You want me…you want me like this. You never even considered me for a boyfriend before I pressed you up against that wall and forced you to kiss me.” He reminded her. “Hermione, submit. Let it go.” He ordered almost cruelly. “Be brave.” Harry added kindly to disarm her.
“I-I-I..” She stuttered for once truly at a loss for words. “Yes.” She finally said. “I’m yours.” With the words came a peace and freedom of no longer fighting her true nature.
Harry pulled her up into his lap by her hair. He kissed her roughly, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She moaned into the kiss pressing her nude body against his clothes one.
It was with that kiss the flood started. Suddenly she felt her whole world shift to Harry. She had to please him, to make him happy, to do whatever she could to be the perfect plaything he wanted. Feeling the change in her Harry pulled back from the kiss.
“The collar is mine now.” he told her as she nearly rutted herself against him.
“I’m yours now.” She told her Master unable to get close enough to him to sate her need for him.
“I don’t want you like this.” he reminded her and wrapped his hand around the owl charm hanging from her neck.
“You can have me any way you want me Master.” She told him breathlessly.
“In time.” He told her with a slight smile and he broke the clasp with a quick jerk of his hand, before tossing the collar to the floor. “How do you feel?”
Hermione blinked still feeling the heat that had built in her, but this time without the obsessive need to please him.
“I feel…” She started trying to find her own feelings as her heart seemed to fill with the love she’d been missing for all those in her life. “Overwhelmed.” She said a little meekly. “You let me go…twice.” She said looking back into Harry’s eyes.
“That’s what you do with the things you love.” He told her with a slight smile as he gently petted the side of her face.
She smiled back at him. “So you love me?” She asked softly.
“Do you think the sort of relationship, I want with you, negates love?” He asked curiously. Her blush was answer enough. “Hermione…” He started pushing hair back from her face. “I love you most in all the world. You were my Treasure, and I hope one day you will be again.”
“You aren’t going to, make me? I mean I owe you a lot.” She pointed out looking away from him.
“No, I want you when you’re ready. No contracts.” He said and paused for a moment. “Just, be my girlfriend for a while. At Order meetings you can keep being a Knight until you’re more comfortable.”
“And the other girls? Daphne is training to be your consort.” She said to the floor.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” He said playfully.
“Ginny told me.” She answered looking up at him. “Does that mean when…if I become ready I’ll…” She started and Harry put a finger over her mouth to stop her from speaking.
“Tell me honestly Hermione.” He said seriously. “Tell me you never had sex with him.”
“I never had sex with him.” She said blushing, that he would be so blunt in asking.
“Then when you’re ready you’ll be my Light Consort.” Harry told her firmly
“I’m supposed to be okay with you having sex with who knows how many other girls while we’re dating, and you would have been mad at me for having sex with another guy while we were broken up?” She asked her back straightening, as she got ready for a fight.
“You wouldn’t want it any other way.” He told her not rising to the bait. “Hermione, you told me exactly what you wanted for a punishment. You like that I pleasure other girls, and you like that I claim you for mine alone. I refuse to back track.” He told her firmly. “You’re going to make an effort to accept me and yourself the way that we are. Do you understand?”
She held his gaze for a long moment before speaking. “Yes.”
“Do you think you’re ready for the punishment you really want?” He asked her without a hint of jest in his question.
“No.” She told him honestly.
He smiled at her and nodded. “That’s fine, I want you to get dressed, and we’ll go back to the common room before we head down to dinner. Tonight I’ll punish you in the Order’s meeting room, with simple pain.”

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