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The Broken Gamer	By : Whoremione Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 26211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not known own Harry Potter or The Gamer. I do not make money of this.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I do not known own Harry Potter or The Gamer. I do not make money of this.
A/N – IMPORTANT WARNING - This is a dark, extremely sexual and perverted fic that operates often equally on plot and porn logic. There a lot of really messed up kinks involved that I do not support at all in real life (I'm actively against them in fact). Having said that - I hope you do enjoy, I don't think there's anything wrong with your mind being a messed up place that enjoys this, it's your actions towards others that you should control. The first chapter should show you just how dark it gets. If it’s a bit beyond your liking, I will mention that most of it is relatively tamer. But it’s your choice in the end, I cannot and would not force you to read this.
Canon timeline divergence – Students start magical school at 15 (the age of consent in wizarding Britain). This will be explained further in this chapter
Chapter 2 – The Resistance
Grinning, she stepped out of the bathroom, causing Harry’s gaze to immediately move over to her. Watching his jaw drop felt rather satisfying she thought, as she giggled at his look.
Harry had seemingly been looking over some papers on the opposite end of the room, sitting on a comfortable, rather executive looking chair by a mahogany table. It seemed the room also contained a little study. Walking closer to him, she stood by a bedpost, one hand gripping it as she stood in a sexy pose, one that would easily have caused a normal towel to fall off. Good thing the one around her was magic. “Keep it open any longer, and I’m going to think you’re the cock sucking expert here”
He gulped as he closed his mouth and she giggled. Merlin she drove him crazy. “Well, I guess I obviously look amazing” She said with a smile. “You look bloody incredible Hermione. Merlin, you look like you’re part veela or something”. Hermione blushed, not used to such praise. Sure, she knew she had always looked good but she wouldn’t have called herself a veela. She felt the familiar warmth spreading through her chest and decided to shift focus from Harry’s intense green eyes staring her down, to what looked like letters floating above his head. Focusing on them she found they read:
Harry Potter, Lvl 48
“Merlin, this really is like living in a game” She thought. She wondered just how good Lvl 48 was for someone in Harry’s place. After all, she had started at Lvl 1 and therefore had no idea of exactly how strong a higher level. The best she could do was a relative comparison, and she had no idea where any of the Death Eaters or Voldemort were. Heck she did not even know where the good guys were.
Shaking her head, she walked over to Harry, swaying her hips enticingly as always. She plopped down into his lap, her legs draped over the chairs arms and her hands wrapped around his neck. “So… talk?” Harry groaned as his member began to respond to her advances. Somehow, Hermione was much more enticing than she had previously been. He wondered just what had happened to her in her time away.
“Yeah, talk”
And for the next few hours, they simply talked. After the first few minutes they recognized that it was going to be a long talk, and Harry had carried her to the bed, bridal style, dropping her and relaxing beside her. He had summoned his wand in an impressive display of wandless magic, and had sent a Patronus message to someone, telling them that he was not to be disturbed, before turning back to her, and they had continue their talk in the comfort of the bed, amid held hands and soft caresses.
Hermione learnt a lot had changed. It had been a little over a year since her capture, which was the first big surprise for her. In her captivity, time had long since stopped holding any value. Hermione was 23 now, having been almost 22 when she was captured. She had started Hogwarts when she was almost 16, having been born just a few weeks after the September 1 deadline in respect to which students had to be 15 year old at least to start attending. Their Hogwarts journey had started on the 1^st of September, 1995. It was 2002 now, December 15. If things had gone ideally, and Voldemort had never returned, they would have been graduates now.
Instead, at the age of 21, she and her two best friends, Ron and Harry had run into ambush that led to Ron’s death and her capture. Harry had escaped and gone into hiding for a short while, unable to find the Order. By the time he found them, most of the Order had been captured or killed. They had reluctantly agreed that Wizarding Britain had fallen, and that they would not be able to take it back as they were. One of the survivors had been Aberforth Dumbledore, who had survived simply because his feud with his more famous brother was known to quite a few death eaters. Through his inn, the survivors had fled to France, where the Delacours had provided them refuge, thanks to the close friendship between their elder daughter and Harry, and a mutual hatred of Voldemort and his followers.
In their fourth year at Hogwarts, Hermione had convinced Harry that Fleur Delacours, the quarter veela and Beauxbatons champion had to be punished for her “little boy” comment. This was caused in part because she was genuinely offended in Harry’s stead, because she knew he hadn’t put in his name (he would never lie to her about that), that he was still a deserving champion (she had managed to “inspire” him since their first year to be a top student alongside her), and that he was certainly not a little boy (her rewards for his academic results had been just as enjoyable for her). But this was also caused in part by Hermione’s desire to dominate a veela. They had both held a resistance to her veela charms, Harry because his mind was naturally resistant to mental magicks, and Hermione because she was both a female, and one that was pretty comfortable with the sexual side of her (although she hadn’t completely accepted it yet). This had helped them, along with Hermione’s devious mind, to seduce the veela, little by little. But the real breakthrough had been the second task. Saving Gabrielle’s life meant that Fleur now owed Harry a debt. And they had known exactly how to collect it.
The trio had met up in the prefects bathroom (Hermione had known the password since their first year, always having an “understanding” with at least one prefect), and for hours the grand room had been filled with screams and moans, Fleur providing almost all of the former. Turned out, Veela’s had a submissive side that was only revealed to the truly deserving. And once revealed, they almost always ended up mating with the one they revealed it too. Unfortunately, Fleur had to leave at the end of the year, so that wasn’t an option then. But the trio had gotten to know each other pretty well, both as friends and lovers, and had stayed in touch after the end of the year.
This friendship had allowed to resistance to survive. The Delacours were a prominent family in Magical France, one of the richest and one of the most powerful. Fleur’s father was the current Minister of Law Enforcement. His position itself wasn’t of much help, no amounts of Aurors that Magical France could muster would help fight Wizarding Britain as it was now. But the resistance had been able to take up residence in their Chateau, one that was otherwise abandoned as the small family preferred to live in a modern flat in Paris. The grand manor had become their main base of operations and their residence, and here they stayed and trained when they were not out carrying operations. Harry and Fleur’s relationship had also grown, but that would be a topic for later.
Hermione had asked him to pause for a moment after learning all this, so that she could process it. Then she had asked how they still carried out operations in Britain while being so far away.
Turned out, they used house elves for that. The house elves had heard Harry’s call to revolt, but in a one sided fight, most of them had been killed early on. The remaining house elves, only 6 of them, were with the Order now, using elf magic to teleport Order operatives into Wizarding Britain as it had been closed off to Apparitions and Portkeys. This worked out well, as elf teleportation, unlike the other two methods, took a set amount of magic every time instead of being dependent on distance or the amount of people being teleported. It could also easily be repeated a few times a day, but not infinitely.
A system had quickly been worked out, two elves remaining in Britain at all times to ensure quick retrieval if an operative made a distress call. Every operative and elf carried and had learned to use modified cell phones – Nokia 7650’s that could work anywhere, and were protected by magic. The Wizarding World at large, apart from Britain, had seen the value in the cell phones that were becoming popular in the muggle world and had started researching how to making them usable for wizards and witches. There was no mass production system yet, however most big shots could get access to these modified phones for a 50 galleons per unit – a rather high amount given that a galleon was around 100 Great Britain Pounds in muggle money. The devices allowed for instant communication from anywhere, which meant they could better coordinate their elf transport, and also allowed for photos to be taken, although they would be rather low quality. This meant that without taxing the elves too much, they could easily handle transporting their operatives when required. It also meant that their operatives could sleep in the manor at night, where they would be safe unless they had to be with a target for the night.
And that was another big news for Hermione, that their operatives were all female and their work in Wizarding Britain required them to be sluts in some way or the other. Apart from Harry, the only survivors had been females because the Death Eaters had tried to capture them instead of killing them. This allowed some of them to survive and escape skirmishes once they realized they were on the losing end. Ofcourse, those captured had been either killed or were suffering a fate worse than Death as Hermione told Harry.
In her time as a captive, she had learnt a fair bit about the other captives. Mostly because Bellatrix loved to taunt her about being a bigger slut than anyone else. Unlike her, who had been taken on by the insane witch as a personal project, the others were simply kept as part of a pool that the Death Eaters could use at any time. The pool consisted of every female opposing Voldemort that had been captured, and every other muggleborn female (the ones who had tried to escape instead of joining the resistance had been personally captured in raids by the Death Eaters, who gotten hold of the Hogwarts ledger of current and potential students). She did not know what had happened to the remaining half bloods and purebloods, but the females in this pool were used continuously to sate the carnal desires of Voldemort’s army. The few who had the will to mouth back had been killed and the rest had accepted their place as slaves.
Harry then told her that the situation wasn’t ideal for the other females either. Wizarding Britain had always been archaic in its ways, and it was a sad truth that women were held below men. In Hogwarts the situation had been better. Sure, as teenagers, and magical ones (as Hermione had since learnt, magic boosted its wielders sex drives) as to that, everyone had rather strong urges. But everything that happened was mostly consensual. Mostly. Like in the muggle world, there were still some cases of non-consensual acts, mostly involving Slytherins. Of course, nothing could be proved in those cases, and therefore no action was taken. This was one of the major reasons that Slytherin had the reputation that it did. While no action would be taken, word would spread and every first year would learn pretty soon in their year to avoid students of the “Evil” house. How could you be your uninhibited self around a potential rapist after all?
Anyway, outside of Hogwarts, the situation grew worse. Muggleborn females almost always left the country, there was simply no hope for them. The best they could get was a job in the few small private businesses (there were no large private businesses in Wizarding Britain, the Ministry employed practically all of the employed public) that were held by the Potter trust. Those were originally meant to be a non-discriminatory workplace for all magical humans, but after the death of Harry’s parents had become much worse. Female muggleborns could get jobs their but they would be low level with no hope for promotion. And sexual harassment was rampant. Infact, if without giving out sexual favors, these females could simply not hold on to their jobs. Only those that couldn’t escape the country stayed. The situation wasn’t much better for Muggleborn males, but they could atleast keep low level jobs just about anywhere without much harassment (apart from incessant taunting about how they were inferior beings).
Half-blood girls could still hope to hold respectable jobs. Due to a lack of enough purebloods, half-bloods had to grudgingly be given more rights than muggleborns. But harassment was still common for them, espescially by purebloods. After all, the top level jobs were all head by purebloods, and it was almost impossible to get a pureblood punished for any misdemeanour. No one would even file a complaint, knowing that things would only become worse for them. However, the few half-bloods that married into pureblood houses were safe from this. Still, even these females were not safe from the advances of the more prominent purebloods males.
Not were the pureblood females. Some of these ran their own businesses, a few held top level jobs in the ministry. Those from the prominent families were safe. Those who weren’t, had to bow down to the top dogs. Pureblood or not, these women were expected to know their place in society, which was below men. And while it was not so overt, they faced harassment too.
And this was why the order operatives had to work in erotic ways to get anything done. After all, since none of the prominent light families (or any light families) remained in Wizarding Britain, it had reverted to a place were a woman was merely more than a sexual object. The muggleborns were made part of the pool of women meant to be used by Voldemort’s army. The half-bloods could hold jobs, all of them sexually demeaning at the least. The purebloods, and the half-bloods who married into the pureblood houses, were at the mercy of their husbands. They were essentially their husband’s property, and there were very few who treated their wives with even a little kindness. And most of such cases were ones where the witch in question highly outclassed her husband, and most of these witches were Death Eaters themselves. Bellatrix was one example of such a witch.
At the mention of Bellatrix, Hermione remembered that she had hardly told Harry anything about her year. And so they then talked about her. Hermione had been stunned at the ambush, and had woken up in a cell, that she later found out was one of the Ministry’s holding cells. Bellatrix had arrived with some lackey who’d opened the door for her. Hermione had lunged at the woman, intending to deal as much harm as she could before she would inevitably killed. The woman had cackled as she sidestepped the lunge easily, and delivered a tripping hex that had Hermione on the floor.
She had then been bound and levitated in a vertical position across the ministry halls, paraded for the workers to watch and enjoy. She recognised quite a few Death Eaters among the lot, most of whom had come forth to sneer in her face, and spouted profanities. Some had instead taken the opportunity to grope her, or spank her. And then finally in the biggest room with the most employees, Bellatrix had ripped her top apart with her bare hands to loud cheers. Her bra was vanished by some employee. Her pants and panties followed. And there, in front of the crowd, Bellatrix had started work on her “pet project”.
She was forced to bend over by a table, hands on the desk and ass stuck out, and she was petrified in that position, with a variation of the spell that would still allow her to feel. Bellatrix had cackled and announced that everyone would get a chance to show the muggleborn bitch, the brains of the resistance, the princess of light (as many from the resistance called her at this point) her place. As the staff began to form a line, Bellatrix had taken the time to cast her spell. While such a situation at a Hogwarts party would have been great fun for her, in that moment Hermione was beyond terrified. To top it off, Bellatrix had apparently sorted through her mind when she had been stunned, and was currently teasing her about how she knew that Hermione was exactly the kind of slut that would love this. That it was partly true just made it worse. She consoled herself by telling herself that this was non-consensual and that she didn’t actually like it. Until the first person in the line came up and smacked her naked ass.
She had gasped in pleasure instead of pain. For a moment she was unable to process it, unable to grasp how she could have enjoyed that. Then Bellatrix’s laugh reminded her of the spell that had been cast. Her eyes moved to stare at the insane woman who only laughed back in response. As the staff smacked her ass one by one, some even daring to play with her snatch for a moment, Bellatrix told her in detail exactly how the spell worked. By this point Hermione was crying in humiliation and embarrassment, even as her pussy was leaking juices down her legs. Once only the Death Eaters on staff remained, it got worse.
Bellatrix brought out her whip, and released Hermione from the petrification. She was given a choice, either to do exactly what Bellatrix told her to, or to get whipped until she accepted. Hermione was told to clean up her own juices from the floor, to keep her legs straight as she licked the floor, bending only at the waist. Hermione had told Bellatrix to go fuck herself. That was the only time Hermione had talked back in one of their sessions. The whip had hurt, bad. It seemed it was charmed and Bellatrix could control whether each hit would hurt or please. Hermione knew she would be forced to do the task anyway, there was no point in going through the physical pain too. So she had bent down, humiliating herself by her pose and her action. And as she was doing so, the Death Eaters had come up one by one, rubbing their dicks against her leaking cunt and blowing their loads on her ass and her back. This went on for the a while, as she embarrassingly had an orgasm every other time a load was blown on her, thanks to Bellatrix using the whip in pleasure mode to keep smacking her ass.
That had been the beginning of Hermione’s torture. And she had come to enjoy and love every minute of it like the complete slut that she was. Bellatrix had freed her, helped her realize that she was a sex crazy slut and nothing more. At these words Harry had frowned but he knew now was not the time to discuss it. Instead he asked her about how she had escaped, and how she had escaped without the tiniest of scars. Hermione’s skin was smooth, without a single blemish, missing even the scar that she had received in the Department of Mysteries. Hermione told him about how Bellatrix had made sure heal her to perfection after every session, had used dark magic to heal even that particular scar. After all, she was to be the biggest and best slut, Bellatrix’s personal project. She had to look immaculate for every session. Her captivity hadn’t been nearly as bad as it could have been, she was well fed and well fucked. She would have stayed that way had she not just been teleported at the end of one of their sessions, and ended up with Harry. She did not tell him about the Game, she didn’t think this was the right time. Harry had then held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes and told her “You are indeed the most amazing slut I’ve ever known Hermione. But you are so much more than that.”
They had already been talking for hours at this point, and Hermione was feeling a bit terrified and majorly turned on. Since meeting with Harry, some of the old her had started to return, and she could grasp on an abstract level that situation was extremely horrifying. But she could still barely think of herself as more than a complete slut. And this idea of being of being part of the pool, or working as a stripper or a pornstar made her quite hot. Even talking about Bellatrix’s treatment of her was having a similar effect on her. It wasn’t just her either. Harry had told her about some of the things the operatives had to do and most of them were the kind of things that Hogwarts students happily did. The only difference was that they didn’t consent to it this time, and even when they would have done it in Hogwarts, it would have been one of the wildest things they would have ever done, likely under the influence of peer pressure and firewhiskey (although they would still have enjoyed it), not part of their everyday life.
In fact, Harry had been going over the reports of the operatives while Hermione had been in the shower. For various reasons, he had been elected the new leader of the Order. Hermione had teasingly called him master at that point, and had felt his dick twitch against her crotch as she begun to lightly grind against him, turned on heavily. However, he had pointed out that as the leader of the Order, there was only so much private time he could spend with her. He had other duties that he had postponed, and she needed to meet with the rest of the resistance too, and also find her role in the Order.
Hermione had still not been sure about being part of it, but she figured it would allow her to be with Harry, so she didn’t protest about being part of it. She did protest about not getting his cock, in a rather teasing manner. To which Harry had responded by smacking her ass hard and telling her to get dressed from the closet. Unfortunately, while this dominating side of Harry did make her agree to his decision, it also caused her to be even more turned on. Opening the closet, she had found plenty of outfits, all of them rather sexy. She had picked out the most muggle one she could find, a pair of skinny light blue jeans and a black tank top, along with a pair of black underwear and the clothes flew on to her body much like the towel before. Grinning, she teased Harry with a sexy pose again “How do I look?”
“Like a million Galleons. Now come on, I really don’t want Voldemort to win just because I couldn’t help fuck your brains out instead of leading the resistance” Satisfied with the praise, she had grabbed his hand and let him lead her outside the room, which he told her was the master bedroom. The manor was incredibly large, to say the least, sprawled across almost 10 acres, although the construction itself took a rather small part of the area. It had 10 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, and that was not counting the various other rooms. It had just about everything one could imagine, a huge library, a couple of swimming pools, a huge gymnasium, a grand ballroom, a grand dining room, a smaller but still luxurious dining room, guest rooms, a grand meeting room. The meeting room and the ballroom had been converted into training areas, and the walls had been heavily warded to ensure spells cast within did not cause structural damage.
Several extra rooms found a different purpose, either as a study for an operative, or a “fun” room. After all, it was only while they were in the manor that the operatives could have consensual fun. Plus, most of their targets weren’t particularly gifted in bed. This was how they kept their sex lives alive, while also ensuring they themselves were good in bed. Since they had become operatives, they had been forced to accept that the only way to truly mount a successful resistance was the sleazy way.
While they all worked out regularly, magically and physically, to ensure they were in best shape for a battle, they knew that an assault on Voldemort’s forces was nothing more than a suicide mission. Thanks to the Delacours, they had access to some of the best battle teachers. But that did not change the fact that they would be tens, at best a hundred with the support of French aurors, going up against thousands. All that remained in Wizarding Britain had, in some way or the other, accepted Voldemort as their legitimate ruler. And all of them had been forced to support Voldemort, willingly or not. Aberforth’s inn for instance, was little more than a stripclub and a brothel now. And there were very few like him, who might support the resistance. Just about everybody who had survived, had survived because they were on Voldemort’s side to begin with.
They talked idly about these things Harry slowly led her through the manor, so as to ensure she got a good look at all parts of it. Even with her brains it would take her a little more than her first walk through these halls before she remembered the paths. This would help though, and he knew that as she more and more of the architecture and décor in, she would feel more at ease. She likely wouldn’t need it, but he wanted to make her as comfortable as he could. After all, he was asking her to join the order, and given what her role would likely have her do…
“Don’t think about that Harry. It’s Hermione, think about her going that way and you will want to kill yourself for it” He thought as they walked towards an extra room that they now used to hold meetings. “But she’s already admitted that she loved her time with Bellatrix. Much better to send her than the others. In fact, she could even inspire the other operatives.” A traitor part of his mind that he called the leader spoke back to him. “Shut up!” He shouted back at it, and it was only when he felt Hermione stop and stare at him did her realize that he had shouted that out loud. “Emm sorry, was thinking about something bad”. Hermione squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile that he returned. “Well, we’re here. It’s the room past this one. Ready to meet the gang? I daresay you will remember most of them”
Hermione nodded and they walked into the room. Inside was an oval table, with quite a few woman sitting around it. She noticed that the one at the head was empty, likely for Harry. By it stood the most beautiful woman she had ever seen – Blond, luscious hair that fell to her waist tied up in a ponytail, shining blue eyes, perfectly defined cheekbones and full lips that just invited any viewer to kiss them. That was if they could even get their eyes up from her curves, her French maid outfit revealing them enticingly. Her breasts were simply perfect, there was no other way for it. Hermione liked her C cups, they were a nice handful and they didn’t sag. But this girl easily had D cups that utterly defied gravity, almost lifting themselves up. And her ass, wonderfully wide as it was against her slim waist, was an incredible lewd sight even covered by the short skirt of her outfit, simply because of how much it jutted out. It didn’t even take her a second to recognize this girl as Fleur Delacour, the part veela. She wondered why the girl was in such a skimpy outfit. Indeed, every girl in attendance was in an outfit that was similarly revealing. She even recognized most of the girls.
Hermione watched with a sudden pang of dread as Harry walked up to his seat and gave the Delacour girl a rather loving kiss. The girl then proceeded to kneel by his seat as he sat down. “Everyone, I am sure you recognize Hermione. Hermione, meet the resistance. These are all of our operatives. I asked Fleur to ensure they would all be able to be here at this time, thankfully there weren’t any pressing matters that any of them had to attend too. For those of you who are wondering - Yes, I am certain that this is Hermione Granger and that she is with us. Hermione let me introduce you to them. Clockwise, starting from my left there are – Nymphadora Tonks, Gabrielle Delacour, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Parvati and Padma Patil, Romilda Vane, Lavender Brown and Lucretia Malfoy.”
Hermione smiled at each girl as their names were spoken, and the girls smiled back, although she frowned internally at the last name. It was the only girl she didn’t know, although the Malfoy heritage was clearly visible in her. Clearly she got her looks from Narcissa Malfoy – the elite female who defined the word MILF. For all that Draco spouted off about the Malfoy name, and lower females being sluts born to serve their superiors, the Malfoy family wasn’t one to keep its females in particularly high regard either. Narcissa Malfoy, was easily one of the most beautiful, regally appealing woman in Wizarding Britain, and Lucius loved to show her off. A bit too much. She was the leading Playwizard playmate of every year, and there wasn’t a single teenage wizard who didn’t own the millennium special edition which was completely focused on her. As she looked over Lucretia, she realized that the girl could likely surpass her mom. She was older than Hermione, perhaps by around five years. An ideal age, an epitome of beauty and grace. And yet a seductive charm oozed from the blondes blue eyes, one that could rival a Veela’s aura. She wondered what the story was there, but Harry would likely tell her later.
“Right” Harry spoke “I really just wanted all of you to see her, and her to see you once. As you know, this mansion nullifies any kind of disguise, so what you’re seeing now is each other’s true look. Our operatives go out in at least a minor disguise so no one recognizes them. But now if you meet one of the others inside the house, you know it’s not an intruder. Those of you who have assignments can go, the rest can stay to receive new ones.”
And with that, most of the girls stood up and sashayed out, leaving only Hermione, Harry, Fleur, Tonks and Lucretia in the room. The girls walking out in their skimpy outfits was a rather erotic sight in itself, but there was a heavy atmosphere in the room. Everyone here knew that these were war assignments, kinky though they may be. Harry looked over to Lucretia, who sat at his right side, and held her hand, looking into her eyes “I know this is going to be difficult. And I hate to do this to you. But it must be you that does this. You are the only one that can get to her, the only one that can take them on. It would be impossible for anyone else, even Tonks. She’s good but she cannot fake being her.” Lucretia nodded, not showing any emotion on her perfect features before excusing herself. Despite the atmosphere, Hermione couldn’t help but check out the girls ass as it swayed away, it was just that good.
“Well Hermione, you’ll learn more about the other girls in time. But Fleur is the only one that’s a permanent resident, she needs to be inside this Manor at all times to ensure it is completely safe. As for Tonks, she’s a special kind of operative. You know she’s a metamorphmagus right? She can switch in for any girl if a situation arises, and she’s kinky enough to take on any situation the sleazy way” He grinned as Tonks blushed a literal red before retorting “Yeah well, I gotta live up to the Nymph part. Besides, a talent like mine would be wasted on someone who wasn’t kinky enough for it.”
Hermione smiled at the exchange. At some point, sooner rather than later, she was going to have to get Tonks alone. Or perhaps not, sharing was caring after all. Harry turned to her to speak then “And that brings us to Fleur. Her being here suits her just fine actually. You remember how we made her submit to us and how she loved it? Turns out, Fleur here might be a quarter Veela, but her Veela heritage is stronger than just about all full Veelas. Which mean her heritage has a greater effect on her in every way, including her submissive side to her chosen. Her time away from us was hard for her, and when she met me, she literally forced me to be her master. It’s… well it’s a long story that she’d tell better than me but you should know that she’s basically the biggest submissive for me, and just as much a dominant bitch to everyone else. Although I suspect, given how we both dominated her that she might just consider you mistress too”
Hermione grinned at that. That veela bitch was now an eager little slave was she? Her plan had worked out so much better than she could have imagined. She looked down at the girl with a devilish grin on her face, and to her delight Fleur squirmed on the floor. “Good. I look forward to exploring this… change in our relationship. Now, while we’re still here, mind telling me what exactly the resistance is up to? You’ve told me what the Britain is like now, and that you’re operatives are working hard, but just what do they do?”
Harry grew serious at that and nodded at her. “Perhaps you should take a seat” He said, gesturing to the now empty one at his right. Hermione walked around him and Fleur and took a seat. “Well, you already know the kind of treatment that females get out there. Unfortunately, what that means is that our operatives have to work the same jobs undercover. They… well their job is to basically be the perfect slut for their target. Early on, with no information, they had to go for random nobodies. As we started getting more and more information, we steadily targeted members of Voldemort’s Death Eaters higher up the chain. Almost all of our work has been to gather information. And it comes at a great cost, the Death Eaters are… incredibly depraved people with really dark desires. But the information has helped. Only two of our jobs have been assassination so far, but we have managed to kill two of Voldermort’s best – the Lestrange brothers. The plan is simple, to get to his best warriors one by one. Since there is effectively no training for the new generation, there won’t be any replacement for them. Meanwhile, we ensure that we keep getting stronger and eventually we will be able to take Voldemort down. But progress is slow, and well the job can take its toll. We try to ensure that every operative can get some downtime when it gets too much for them. The girls enjoy spending their time with each other during that downtime, again partaking in just as must sex, if only to ensure it keeps having an overall positive connotation for them. It might sound all incredibly perverse, but really the girls have the toughest job imaginable. They have to serve really perverse desires, while getting out information from their targets without letting them know. And on their off time, they have to ensure that they are keeping themselves at their magical, physical and sexual best. Honestly, I have the easy job. I just go through their reports and then me and Fleur and Tonks determine what the next targets should be. Fleur insists on being my secretary and handles the logistics. Tonks is also our primary tutor for fighting, magically or physically. She was one of the best Aurors before Voldemort’s rise, old Mad-eye’s prodigy.”
Hermione held Harry’s hand as he spoke, he clearly wasn’t comfortable with most of this but seemed to have accepted it. He smiled at her after taking a small pause, internally rebuking himself for all the ones he had let down. Mad-eye’s death had been a particularly big blow. “There is good news though. We had to gather a lot of information from random sources to get anything useful on Voldemort, but we also found other useful things. For instance there are other guys and girls in Wizarding Britain who might join us. They were unable to escape with us and had to pretend to follow Voldermorts rule to survive, but they are there. And while they might be going through all of these horrible things, or even doing it themselves, they are still good inside. With more people on our side, we can get to Voldemort far sooner than we thought, maybe even in months instead of years as we first though on starting out. We’ve also received potential leads on Horcruxes, but we agreed it would be best to wait on them until we know for sure where each is. No point in warning Voldermort off before we must.”
Hermione nodded, that made sense. The resistance sure wasn’t what she thought it would be. But in their own way, they were fighting and fighting hard. And she could see just how much Harry had sacrificed for this. It might not look like it, but she knew him and what he held important. He had essentially sacrificed his morality to ensure he could still fight, that the resistance could still fight. How could she not join the resistance, not help him out, when he was giving so much for it? When all of her former classmates, all of her still surviving friends were giving so much for it? And besides, given what the job was, it would be fun for her.
“Harry. I’m in. I’ll be an operative too. And don’t you dare feel bad about this. I know you don’t want to send me off but let’s face it. I’ve always been the biggest slut in school, and I’ve come to accept that part of me completely since. I doubt any of these other girls could do this job as well as I do, and I would actually enjoy it.” Harry looked like he wanted to protest but one look from her shut him up before he could speak.
Opposite to her, Tonks laughed “Well now that’s my kind of girl. You sure talk a big game, perhaps you’d like to show how far you can go though?” Hermione smirked at the girl. She was just asking for it now. To her left, Fleur was kneeling between Harry and her and she let one hand go out to pet the girls head, letting it slither into her silky smooth blond hair. “You have no idea what you’re asking for. Harry, you feel like showing this bitch just what we did to Fleur?”
Harry grinned in response “With pleasure”. He didn’t like adding Hermione to the operative list, but the girl had made her choice. He wouldn’t be able to change that no matter how hard he tried. But before she started, he was going to make the best of his time with her. It really was good to have her back after all.
Hermione’s Stats:
Level 10: 0/1100 exp
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 15
Intelligence: 60
Magical Power: 35
Magical Control: 35
Physical Attractiveness: 40
Kinkiness: 60
Surplus Points: 0
Status: Genius (+2 Intelligence per level), Complete Slut (+2 Physical Attractiveness, +3 Kinkiness per level)
Skills:
Sexual Aura: 50 pts. Apprentice. Allied beings are willing to have sex with you. Non-magical beings will be extremely horny around you.
A/N – Third chapter with a ton of plot (rather haphazardly put I know, but don’t worry though, almost everything will be better explained in later chapters). Also setup a lemon for the next chapter, can’t keep the sex out of this hehe. I hope you liked it. Please review if you did. If you didn’t, please review anyway and tell me how you think it could be better. This is my first time writing after all and I would greatly appreciate constructive criticism (I would also greatly appreciate a Beta Reader, I am shit at proofreading my own writing).
One more thing, if you’re wondering why the Gamer stuff comes up very rarely, then that’s because it is supposed to be this really big but passive thing. It effects events, and Hermione’s decisions but the number crunching from level ups and stat and skill allocation will rarely come up, because there’s already plenty of sex and plot to focus on. However, it will still pop up from time to time, as I do find the numbers and stuff rather fun.
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