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A Spark of Dark	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 55033 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After the first robe shop where he’d picked something business elegant for her interview. Harry took Hermione to several other shops to get her some clothes she could shine in that night. After her dropped her off at home they made plans to meet at the club.

Harry got there early wishing to stake out a claim on one of the comfortable half circle coaches the club had, just off the dance floor. He dressed as he usually did for his nights out, comfortably in stark black jeans and a dark red button up shirt with a black leather vest and robes of dark gold that only shimmered when the lights hit it directly.

Once he’d gotten a drink and made himself comfortable, two men casually joined him on the couch. He guessed he would call them his friends now, as he spent a lot more time with the pale blond and the dark skinned Italian than any of his old friends. He even enjoyed their company much of the time if he were honest.

“You’re ignoring the floor tonight. Have someone coming?” Blaise asked as Harry glanced to the door.

“Yes, someone new.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “I don’t see you playing with anyone.” He mentioned as he looked over at his friend.

“Indigo has been complaining about the lack of new skin in here. You know he’s a man of discerning taste.” Dragon says helpfully.

“Meaning he doesn’t like to taste the same girl twice.” Harry said with a chuckle.

“Who’s your girl?” Blaise asked with a sour face at his friends.

“Not to your taste. Unless you lifted your no mudblood policy?” Harry asked wanting to cut off those ideas from the start. Hermione was his.

“I don’t see how you can stand it.” Blaise said his face becoming more contorted.

“Because their cunnies are just as warm and it’s very satisfying to see them begging on their knees.” Draco answered for him. “I prefer them actually. It’s their one proper use.”

Blaise looked unconvinced.

“You two won’t say any such thing when my pet gets here.” Harry warned dangerously. “I don’t want her to spook.”

“I’ll be good, but when you get done with her would you nudge her in my direction?” Draco asked lightly as a waitress came by with his and Blaise’s drinks.

“Really Dragon? Have you no pride at all?” Blaise asked with disgust.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never done it. He has a way of breaking them in just right. It’s a really talent actually.” He told Blaise seriously. “It isn’t like getting some guys cast offs. It’s like buying a prize mare from a Master trainer.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

“I’m not sure if I’m getting rid of this one Dragon.” Harry started as he looked down into his drink. “And even if I did I don’t think you could handle her.” He added with a smirk.

“Why not?” Asked the blond defensively.

“Well, there is that time in third year she punched you in the face…” Harry thought back to his fiery friend with a smile.

Draco blinked a few times. “You’re bringing Granger here?” He asked sounding shocked. “Well I’m glad I didn’t stay in tonight. I want a front row seat when her vanilla head explodes.”

Blaise too looked amused at the idea of Harry’s old friend actually stepping foot inside a place like this.

“Say what you like but I know her better than either of you. She’s submissive to the core; she just needs a proper Master.” Harry said looking to the door once more.

“Granger? Submissive?” Blaise looked highly amused by the very idea of it.

“Speaking of Granger… did you know she was interviewing for Flitwick’s position?” Draco asked wanting to pass on worthy news. Through much brilliant maneuvering Draco had regained his family’s position on the board of governors for Hogwarts and used the position to keep Harry informed about what was going on at the school.

“She told me. I think she’ll make a fine addition to the school.” He said with a smirk as the blond frowned that his news was out of date.

“There are two other candidates.” Draco added trying to regain his pride. “All of them are qualified.”

“Someone better than Hermione?” Harry asked and rolled his eyes as Blaise pretended to yawn in boredom for the conversation.

“One is a guy named Ludwig, graduated near the top of his class from Durmstrang, but he has a few years in the field on Granger.” Draco said thoughtfully.

“And the other?” Harry asked wanting all the information, he could get.

“Who cares?” Blaise burst out. “Are professor posts really something we plan to get involved in?” He asked looking between the other two.

Harry was about to go into a detailed explanation of why posts at Hogwarts were in-fact important when he was distracted by the five-foot-one walking goddess stepping into the club.

He smiled as he took her in. She looked stunning in the thigh-length peasant dress he’d bought for her that day. The deep blue made her skin seem to shine in the darkness of the club. She had tamed the mane of hair into lovely soft curls that fell down her back and framed her face. The energy around her made her all the more appealing. The dress and the work she’d put into herself, made her carry herself like a sexual being, not just a bookworm.

He left his friends behind so he could greet her before she was introduced to what his life was really like. The life he’d been hiding from her and the rest of his old friends.

A smile came to her lips when she spotted him and she blushed, as he made no pretense about looking her over with an appreciative eye.

“You look lovely my pet.” He said as his slipped a hand to the small of her back.

“Are you going to call me that all night?” She asked with a bit of nervousness in her voice.

“I’m not sure, but I’ll warn you it’s probably the most tame thing I’ll call you.” He told her teasingly while he guided her to the dancefloor. “Is there anything you don’t want to hear from my lips pet?”

She bit her lower lip as she gave the question serious thought. “And remember you’re letting yourself really enjoy tonight. No one will judge.” He said before she could come up with anything.

She nodded in agreement and thought for a long time. “Nothing bad about my body or my hair please?” She asked unsurely.

“So anything else is open?” He asked thinking of all the things he could say to embarrass and shame her.

“You wouldn’t…” She started and then looked to the ground. “You really are into this stuff.” She changed what she was going to say. “You look so comfortable here Harry.”

“Master Stag.” He corrected as he gave her a quick swat to the thigh. “But yes, I’ve been here many times before.”

She blushed at the reprimand and looked around to see what people thought. It was such a non-event at a club like this one that no one had even noticed.

“So what now Master Stag?” She asked looking uncomfortable over the title.

“Now we’re going to go sit with my friends and be social while you relax a bit.” He told her leading her back to the seat he had secured earlier.

They were still about ten feet away when Hermione stopped in her tracks. “That’s Malfoy and Zabini.” She told him as if he wasn’t perfectly aware of who his friends were.

“I know.” He answered pulling her forward and settling back into his place. Once he was comfortable, he pulled Hermione right down onto his lap.

“Never thought I’d see you here Granger.” Draco said trying to break the silence that had formed.

“I hadn’t realized you and Har…Master Stag had kept in touch.” She said correcting herself before she made another slip.

“I’m sure there are plenty of things you’ve never realized about your Master.” He said with a sarcastic grin.

“Dragon could you go get my new pet something special to drink?” Harry asked his friend, feeling he should cut off this conversation before it really started.

“Sure. What’s your poison… what should I call her?” Draco asked looking to Harry for the answer instead of Hermione.

“Good question.” Harry said thinking over what he wanted others to call his pet. “I think just Stag’s Pet will do for now.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Hermione asked with a frown.

“For tonight you have no say but the one I give you.” Harry told her as he tightened his hold on her thigh. “She’ll have a firewhiskey, neat.” He told Draco before she could protest.

“I hate firewhiskey.” She said as she watched Draco retreat to the bar.

“And still you’re going to drink every drop of it, and enjoy every sip.” Harry told her as he made soft circles on her skin with his finger.

“Oh why is that Master Stag?” She asked sarcastically.

“Because he’s your Master and he told you to drink it.” Blaise cut in for the first time. “I don’t think this new one is going to last the night Stag.” He said with a sneer.

“Give her some time to adjust Indigo.” Harry said as he ran his fingers down her cheek and neck. “My pet tends to think too much, but I think she’ll relax by the end of the night.”

“Willing to wager on that?” Blaise asked making Hermione look as if she was going to cut in again.

“What did you have in mind?” Harry asked cutting her off and slipping his fingers into her hair against her scalp.

“If she isn’t tamed by the end of the night you have to co-sign on that deal we were talking about yesterday.” Blaise said being just vague enough to annoy the girl in Harry’s lap.

“And if I win?” Harry asked curiously.

“I’ll give you my shares of Shadows Deep.” He said knowing it would was ever so temping.

“You have a bet.” Harry replied making Hermione punched him in the arm.

“Did you really just bet that you could tame me?” She growled.

With one smooth motion, he rose to his feet dumping her on the ground as he did. “Kneel.” He ordered in a serious voice.

Her eyes went wide at the way Harry looked at her now. He seemed full of a dark menace that she’d never seen before.

She thought about protesting but the look in Harry’s eyes told her to do as she was told. Once he was sure she was going to stay, Harry sat back down and finished his drink.

Hermione was looking at the ground still trying to figure out when she had become the one in the wrong here.

No one in the small group spoke until Draco came back with the drinks.

“What happened?” The blond asked giving his friends refills and setting Hermione’s by her hand.

Hermione looked at the disgusting drink with a glare and thought about pushing it over.

“One swig, all of it.” Harry ordered without answering Draco’s question.

“His little pet actually punched him in the arm.” Blaise explained under his breath.

“Please Master.” She said after a moment. “I really don’t like it.” She told him trying to sound meek. She was trying to be honest with herself tonight like Harry had asked, and she had to admit that it felt nice to kneel at someone’s feet. She understood the pathology around it and she could see that this was something that she’d actually been craving for a long time.

“That is why I chose it. Now by drinking it, you do it only for me, and that should please you.” Harry explained simply.

With a nod of her head, she picked up the glass. “Yes Master.” She said downing it in one swallow. She made a face as the liquid burned her mouth and throat. Once it was empty, she looked up at him, the room spinning a bit. “I’m sorry for hitting you Master, but I’m still upset over you making stupid bets over me.” She told him feeling a bit more comfortable.

“You have no right to be upset.” He said petting her cheek. “It’s my business, not yours.” He said sitting back to think.

She frowned at this and shook her head. “But people in these relationships are supposed to be equals working together to fulfill each other’s needs.”

“We aren’t equals in this relationship. I am the Master. The one who keeps you safe and your needs fulfilled. You are the Slave. The one who serves and depends on her Master.”

She couldn’t help but shift as the directness of his statement turned her on a little.

“That’s what you want and need my little slave. You need someone to please and serve; someone who’ll do all the thinking that’s so very hard for you.”

“Did you just call me dumb?” Hermione asked with a frown.

Harry chuckled and looked to the two men sitting next to him. “You’re not dumb little pet. But thinking makes you unhappy. I’m here to make you more happy.”

Hermione started to feel a bit dizzy as she looked up at Harry. She realized taking in so much alcohol so fast wasn’t her best idea.

“Everything okay my pet?” Harry asked as he looked down at her.

“The whiskey is hitting me a bit.” She answered honestly.

“Good, just relax and go with it my pet.” Harry said petting the side of her cheek then lifting her chin so that she had to climb back into his lap to keep up with his finger. This time he made her straddle his lap and pushed her skirt up so he could see the little white kickers she wore. “Is white all you own?” He asked with a laugh.

“Why would I need colors?” She asked him blushing as she looked at Draco and Blaise.

“You guys go have fun, we’ll talk later.” He dismissed them and pulled her focus back on him.

He moved his fingers between her legs and pushed the fabric aside so that he could feel how easily his middle finger slipped into her body. “Childbirth isn’t kind to a woman’s body.” He commented and drew his wand. “But you know there are ways to fix that.” He told her keeping his finger inside her and cast a spell she didn’t know.

After a moment, she could feel herself hugging his finger and blinked, as she was pretty sure she’d never been so tight. “What did you do?” She asked as he moved the finger around inside of her.

“It’s a pretty simple spell. You know I’ve learned quite a few sexual spells over the years.” He told her casually as his thumb started to make circles around her little bud. “Would you like to learn one?” He asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded as her body moved against his hand as if she were riding a cock. “Yes please.” She said as the sex and drink clouded her brain.

“Lift your wand in a circling motion and say voluptatem apicem.” He said wondering if she would actually cast the spell on herself.

“Voluptatem apicem.” She cast doing as he said. With widened eyes, she gasped and dropped her wand. Her body riding his hand more feverishly.

“Oh what a perfect little pet.” Harry cooed. “That spell mixed with the potion Dragon slipped you is going to do magical things for you tonight.” He told her with a smile.

“Potion?” She asked having a very hard time thinking with the electric need that seemed to run through her entire body. She couldn’t get enough friction as she rode his hand. She needed something bigger. With this new drive, the people of the club seemed to disappear from her mind completely.

“Yes, it triggers when you cast any number of spells.” He said letting her hump his hand like a dog in heat. “It keeps the body from climaxing.”

“What?” She asked with a whimper, as a climax was what she needed most in the world right now.

“The spell makes you climax instantly.” He told her as he patted the side of her neck. “Together they keep you in this state of need, just shy of your peak.”

“The potion will wear off by morning, but I could always give you the antidote sooner.” He told her as he pressed his thumb hard against her swollen clit.

“Please!?” She said grinding herself against the thumb.

“You’re going to have to be a good girl and earn it.” He told her as if none of this was affecting him at all.

“Ye-yes please Master?” She whimpered leaning forward to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He said with a grin. “Tell me your darkest fantasy?” He demanded wondering just how depraved he could get in her training.

“Umm.” She started trying to think through the jolts of pleasure. She flushed as her mind settled on something. “I guess it would have to be letting a stranger fuck me in a public loo.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe next time.” He said and pulled his hand out of her knickers. He pushed a finger into her mouth and didn’t even have to order her to suck her pleasure off it. “I bet you’d be a right good little cock sucker wouldn’t you?” He asked as she cleaned his thumb.

“Ron never complained.” She said looking him in the eyes.

“When you say things like that it makes me want to punish you.” He warned her as her body was still grinding itself against his lap.

“Maybe I’m not as submissive as you thought.” She said as her hands moved to the zipper of his jeans. “Maybe I want to take control.”

“No.” He said smiling but making no move to stop her yet. “You don’t want control. You want to have that control taken.”

She licked her lips and stopped her hands before she looked up into his eyes. It was as if he was seeing her in a way no other could. “I won’t let it go easily.” She warned.

“You wouldn’t be fun if you did.”
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