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His Little Potions Slut	By : poptart52 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 61669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to try and keep pumping out reviews on Thursdays or Fridays, betaed or not. If I’m busy and can’t write till Thursday… well… then I guess you get the unbetaed version at first, and will have to check back later if you don’t want to read it. :P

Here’s the story!

Snape is silent, and after a moment Malfoy just starts laughing.

“I’m sorry Weasley. I must not have heard you correctly. What did you say?”

His laughter breaks up his sentence; very uncharacteristic of a Malfoy, but this is a unique situation, to be sure. Ginny only crosses her arms before responding.

“You heard me, Malfoy. How do I get involved in this? Hermione has been noticeably happier the past few days since this… whatever it is got started. So, I want in. Teach me.”

“I am afraid, Miss Weasley,” Snape, always the cool and logical head in the situation, drawls, “That this is a rather private arrangement. Unless you have someone else in mind, I have no desire to break the rules. Miss Granger is legal by wizarding standards. You, however, are not.”

Ginny glares at Snape before pacing back and forth lost in thought. “If only Professor Lupin would just… No, of course not… he wouldn’t… And never with Malfoy. No… But his friend… he’s not bad…” Malfoy’s ears perk up at the mention of his name and he raises an eyebrow at the ginger girl.

“I’m sorry, Weasley, what was that? What friend of mine?” Ginny stops in her tracks.

“N-No one…” she stutters, eyes wide.

A smirk spreads across Malfoy’s face and all he has to do is think the word Legilimens and he’s in her mind.

“Blaise? Really, Weasley. This could be… interesting. You know what, I’ll leave you and Severus and his little mudblood pet to talk a bit. I believe I now have some business to attend to.”

Severus just chuckles and they both walk away. I groan again and sit up, looking at Ginny.

“Really, Ginny? Blaise? Why are you doing this to me?”

I fall back onto my plush carpet floor and press my palms into my eyes.

“What? What did I do?”

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I have my signature smirk when Blaise enters Granger’s and my common room, my legs crossed and a cup of tea in my hand.

“So good of you to come, Blaise. We have something to discuss. A certain… red head.”

My eyes are shining with mischief and he knows the look well. It’s gotten us into many a bad situation… but many a good situation too.

“One of the Weasleys? Why should they matter?”

I motion for him to sit and he takes up a cup of tea for himself while I explain.

“So the youngest Weasley wants to be trained as a slave. Interesting. And she wants me as her Master?” A smirk forms on his lips. “This is just too perfect.”

“It is, isn’t it? I know how you feel about her Blaise. And apparently she feels in a similar fashion.”

My friend chuckles, licking his lips.

“Draco, you are bloody brilliant. How you made this happen, I haven’t a clue, but you’re bloody brilliant.”

“Oh this wasn’t me, my friend. Not at all. This was all her idea. She found out about myself, Severus, and Granger, and she decided she wanted to play as well. And how could I deny her?” I raise an eyebrow at my friend. “She’s a feisty one… I’ve always wondered what she would be like tamed.”

“As have I, my friend, as have I. Is the little witch still here?”

“You know what? I think she is. I’ll go get them.”

Just a short trip up the stairwell and a knock on the door, and I soon have both girls in tow. When we return to the common area, I point the Weasley girl towards Blaise while I take up my spot on the couch where Hermione kneels obediently next to me. The red head looks scared, her eyes wide, and she keeps looking back and forth between Blaise and Hermione.

“Well? Go on then, Weasley. Kneel at his feet. This is what you wanted, is it not?”

Again, my signature eyebrow raise. When the girl kneels, I smirk lightly, nodding my head in Blaise’s direction. Yes. The Weasley girl would look simply gorgeous under his hand.

“Granger, I trust you’ve explained at least some etiquette to this wretch of a girl?”

I can feel Hermione stiffen at my words, but she nods tersely.

“Yes, Master Draco.”

So she realizes then that my words are meant to break her down… good.

“Alright then. Let’s see what she’s got.”

I recline in my seat, watching my honorary brother with his new girl. His hand easily tangles in her hair and he yanks her head back to look at her face. An audible gasp can he heard, and Weasley glares at him.

“Tut tut, little one. So defiant. We’ll break you of that.”

His free hand caresses her cheek before slapping her, the resounding sound ringing about the room.

“You’ll learn, mia fiamma. You’ll learn soon enough.” His hand loosens in her hair and he places a kiss on her forehead. “Do you want to learn, mia?”

“Y-Yes, Blaise…”

He raises an eyebrow at the use of his first name, then chuckles.

“Bold little one. I like that. Call me Master, piccolo fiamma. Let me hear that word from your pretty lips, hmm?” He always was more of a romantic than I was.

“Yes, Master.”

Her words are whispered, but heard. A small smile spreads across my friend’s face.

“My good little one… I’ll tame you yet.”

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At breakfast, Ginny is grinning from ear to ear. I shake my head and laugh before filling up my plate. It’s the weekend again, which means time alone with the boys. They sent Ginny and I both letters saying we’d be training in my Quarters today. Just the basics, but Snape wouldn’t be there. Wolfsbane potion needed to be brewed for Lupin. I sighed. Well, at least it was only the basics, and not anything in depth.

We walk back to my room and sit on the couch while awaiting Draco and Blaise. Naturally, Ginny has questions.

“How do you function in public? Normally, or do you act like a slave? What does that really mean, anyway? Do you have to ask for everything or just some things? What about –“

I cut her off.

“In public you are still respectful but most of the time don’t say anything to give it away. Depends on your dynamic. I don’t know how it will be with you and Zabini. Acting like a slave just means being obedient, however they want you to act. I don’t have to ask for everything, just some things, but like I said that may be different for you. Each relationship is unique, Gin, just like in regular relationships. Stop worrying, okay? I’ve seen Zabini glance at you in the halls even before all this. He likes you. Relax, all right?”

Ginny nods, and just as she does, the two boys—no, Men—stride into the room, exuding the confidence and cockiness only two Slytherin males can exude. I roll my eyes before I can catch myself, and suddenly I’m up on my tip toes being held by my hair.

“Rolling your eyes at me, mudblood?”

“N-No. I mean, y-yes! I mean…”

“Well? Which is it. Spit it out!”

“I was rolling my eyes at a thought I had, Master Draco, not really at you! I’m sorry!”

He lets go of my hair but also flings it slightly so I fall to the floor.

“Don’t do it again, girl.”

“Yes, Master Draco.” I crawl over to him and look up at him, and he nods imperceptibly. Gently, I place a kiss on each of his boots in apology. He squats before me and lifts my chin.

“You know better than to roll your eyes, pet. We’ve talked about this.” His voice is quiet.

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry. I just… I thought a snide comment in my head and rolled my eyes at it. It wasn’t really meant at you. I just…”

“Hush,” he soothes, petting my hair. “Just don’t do it again, girl. I don’t want to have to punish you.”

I nod and he helps me stand, moving to sit on the couch and pulling me onto his lap. Ginny was watching with wide eyes.

“But… He just… And you just…”

“Yes, Ginny, Draco just hurt her. But it wasn’t bad and she did something wrong to warrant the punishment. This isn’t all fun and games, mia fiamma. This takes hard work. Do you still want to do this? My methods are different, but there will still be times you will need to take a physical punishment, I’m sure. And as much as it will hurt me to give that to you, it will do you good. You’ll learn from it.”

Ginny took a moment to process that. “Y-Yes. I… I still want to, Master…”

Blaise grins and kisses her on the forehead. “You’re such a good little one. Remembering to call me Master.”

Ginny smiles at the praise, looking up at him. Draco coughs and raises an eyebrow at Blaise, who then clears his throat.

“Right. Training. Very well, then.”

Draco deposits me on the couch while he and Blaise clear the room some, leaving an open space with ample room.

“First, we’ll teach you how to properly kneel for your Master.”

Draco snaps his fingers and I quickly go and kneel in front of him. Ginny looks at me for a moment before following suit and kneeling before Blaise.

“Since you both are going to be used sexually…” Ginny and I both blush. “It’s proper for you to kneel with your legs spread. Go on now, Granger. Don’t be shy. Are those—what do they call them, jeans?— restricting your movement?”

“No, Master Draco.”

“Then get to it!”

I quickly comply, spreading my legs, my head down to hide my blushing face. Draco takes his foot and kicks my legs apart wider, as far as they can go, then reaches down and lifts my face to meet his.

“Keep your face up. If you must not look, lower your eyes, but never your face. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Draco.”

“Good girl. Now, hands on your thighs. Very pretty. This is how you will kneel, girl. Now, obviously in public you’ll be allowed to sit either in a chair or on the floor.”

I nod. Ginny had been put in a similar position as I had, but her palms were facing upwards on her thighs. Blaise is walking around her slowly, checking different things.

“Sit up straighter. Good girl. Now, if we are with company, you will kneel with your legs closed, understood? I don’t hide what is mine. Others will know you are my slave, and you will be proud to wear that title. Won’t you, mia?”

Ginny’s cheeks are as red as her hair. “Yes, Master.”

“Now, obviously you don’t have to always have your palms up. You may move your hands while kneeling. I just find it very pretty and vulnerable, the palms of your hands exposed. You can’t hide anything from me that way.” Ginny nods.

“Now, how to greet your Master. Granger has already shown you this, Weasley, and she did it out of pure instinct.”

My head snaps up at this and I look at Draco, confused.

“Remember when we came to the door the other day, and you crawled to Severus and I and placed your head on the ground?” I nod slowly. “That is how you greet your Master. Some girls will kiss the floor or his boots. Severus would rather you didn’t do either of those things. Even the dirt on the floor is too low for a mudblood slave.”

Draco chuckles and I fight the urge to glare.

“You’ll only kiss the floor or our boots if you have done something wrong and wish to show reverence, like earlier. Understood?”

I nod, and just when it looks like Draco is about to say ‘use your words’, I reply, “Yes, Master Draco.”

He smirks. Blaise had been listening to the conversation, and once finished, turned to Ginny. “Mia, you will kiss my boots when I enter the room. Understood? You will show your love for me, your devotion to me, by showing your love and devotion of even the lowliest part of me. Understood?”

He quirks an eyebrow at the girl, who shudders.

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s a good little girl. Wonderful.” He reaches down and pulls her up with him, kissing her on the forehead.

“Draco?”

“Right. Okay, girls, that’s it for the day. You’ll have a foot of parchment each on what you hope to gain from your respective relationships due tomorrow after dinner.”

We both mentally groan, but stay quiet fearing punishment.

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“Well, Blaise? Do you think you can do it?”

“Honestly, Drake. You know me better than that. I’ll tame that girl. She’ll still be a fireball, I like her that way, but she will be tamed.”

I smirk, taking a sip of the firewhiskey we snatched from the Malfoy stash before coming back to Hogwarts. “Good. Because otherwise, I’d worry you’d be too soft on the girl.”

“Not bloody likely.”

AN: Thanks to my lovely Beta for the quick turn-around!

Blaise calls Ginny "mia piccola fiamma". It means, my little flame. "mia" by itself, is mine.

To my one reviewer, who has been uberly faithful:

Markspet: Not what you expected, hmm dear? ;) Don’t worry, I think we’ll see Ginny service topping at the very least. If the boys want the girls to play, who is she to complain about the role she plays, no?

My relationship… is… *sigh*, is what it is. Lol I’m talking to someone who is kinky, and doesn’t mind being Dominant, but only in the bedroom… Though, I’m starting to talk to a Sir in my community, who seems to have some interest in me. Perhaps it will lead somewhere. Who knows. But whatever happens, happens for a reason, no?

I wish you would have your email up so I could just talk to you that way! Haha. Or have a story so I could hide my email amongst your reviews. ;) *sneakysneaky*

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