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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- I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I have to say my favorite bit is the part in the library. Let me know if you like it and what your favorite bit is!
red demon- This Harry strikes when he sees weakness, so some girls take longer than others. Hermione is well on her way to being completely his. It seems like you always want to see more humiliation *wink*
Aranel- I did write that bit of a stumble in there for Harry, I like that you caught it. He won’t be a perfect Master Mind all the time, he is still learning about all his new skills! Don’t worry, Luna will be coming *wink*
Kain- I am actually thinking that will be his last lovely lady for a bit until the other plots develop where I want them. Three girls is enough to start, right?
Sera21- Thank you for your input. There are reasons for the way Harry is with women that are a part of the unfolding plot. I am sorry if you find that part of the story unsatisfying but I can’t please everyone.
Eclectic_Pet- Well I am glad you enjoyed it, but sorry for the timing? If you have another interview I would suggest not reading this chapter before it. *wink*
Harry-Uchiha-Potter- Thank you and I hope no words means it is okay? I write the way I like to read, with build up and a bit of teasing. For this story I will warn you he will not be a selfish lover. There are a few pets (such as Hermione) who will he his and his alone, but I will warn you that most of them will be either given away or shared in some fashion.
joeparas- I am glad you are enjoying some parts as least. As for being a Dom without being a “cheating cunt”, I completely agree with you. Doms are not all bastards, and some are loyal and loving people. There will be other Dom characters in this story that will be better examples of that ideal. As for Harry, it isn’t the fact that he is a Dom that is making him cheat, there are other things at play there.
afan- I am sure she will show up… I don’t know if you’ll like it when she does.
Pairings: Ginny/Harry, Hermione/Harry
Warnings: CR, D/s, Exhib, Humil, MC, Minor2, Solo, Spank,

The next morning Harry waited in a small alcove he knew that all Gryffindor’s passed as they went down for meals. He hoped he could get Ginny alone once again. When the redhead passed with only a single other girl from her year he stepped out and cleared his throat.
“Ginny, can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked innocently and gave the other girl a charming smile. He could smell her submissiveness, but she was not his type in form, so he would leave her be for now.
“Sure.” Ginny said with a smile and told her friend to go down without her. Once the closet was clear Harry pulled her into the alcove so they could talk in privacy. He pressed her roughly against the wall as a simple show of his control.
“It would please me if starting tomorrow you would help Hermione get her hair under control in the morning.” He said as he looked into her eyes.
“Really Master?” She asked, she could tell by his stance she would be punished for calling him anything else. “Is she going to let me?”
Harry chuckled and ran his hand down her side. “Yes, she has promised she will. Though she will more than likely wish to read while you are doing it. You will let her and not complain.” he told Ginny firmly.
“I’ve been trying to get her to do something with it for years Master.” She admited with a smile. “I think she would be so pretty if she just put a bit of work in, and then maybe my brother would notice her.”
“You should start pushing her a bit more to explore her feminine side. Tell her howmuch it would please her boyfriend, if she were to have one.” Harry told her as he lightly stroked her side and kept her eyes locked on his.
“Yes Master.” She said and bit her lower lip as she hoped they could have a trist before they went down to breakfast.
“Good slut.” he said and let his hand run all the way down to the edge of her skirt. “Did you follow my other order?” he asked as his hand snaked under her skirt and felt his way up the back of her leg. He found somthing cotton covering her butt and frowned.
She blushed and looked down as she realized her misteak. “I am sorry Master, I did not realize it was an order.” She told him breathlessly.
“You are going to have to be punished.” Harry told her dryly as he took hold of the material and with one good yank, tore it from her body.
“Master?” She flushed and swallowed hard, he could tell she wanted the punishment, but at the same time was very nervous about it.
He decided he would sooth her first, he didn’t want his little slut to go off and run to a teacher that Harry Potter had raped her or some other nonsense. “Do not worry slut.” he told her as he ran his hand over her toned ass. “I will be easy on you as you did not realize that my orders should be followed.”
“Thank you Master.” She said and looked back into his eyes. He almost chuckled as he could feel her disappointment, but at the same time she calmed a bit.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” he ordered and stepped back from her. He looked out of the alcove to make sure no one was watching before he turned back to his slut. “For each sound you make you will get another spank. I think five will due for your disobedience this time.” he told her as he pushed her skirt up over her butt.
He positioned himself so he could whisper in her ear as he spanked her bottom. “A slut needs to learn her place.” he said oh so softly.
SPANK.
She whimpered at the feel of his hand meeting her bottom, which only made him smile. “That’s one more my little whore.” He told her firmly.
SPANK.
This time she squeezed her eyes shut and made no sound. She learned quickly it seemed. “Better my sweet little slag.”
SPANK.
She was starting to tremble and he smirked as he knew she was getting aroused by his words as well as her punishment. “Do you like that my little strumpet?” he asked before smacking her again.
SPANK.
She blushed more and shook her head, he could see the tears were starting to leak down her cheeks. “Should I add a seventh for lying to your Master my little trollop?” He asked playfully.
SPANK.
She shook her head more quickly than before and he could see her jaw tighten as she killed the whimper in her throat. “Then tell me the truth my little slapper, are you enjoying this?”
SPANK.
She took in a long slow breath and nodded as her face turned the same color as her hair. Harry hand his hand over her pink little bottom and smiled. “Good slut, you are learning.” he told her as his let his fingers move between her legs to feel her state of arousal. When he found her more than ready to be fucked he chuckled and shook his head.
When he stepped back from her she looked to him in confusion and spread her legs a bit for him. He just chuckled more. “I am not going to give you release after a punishment. I want you to think about the price of disobeying me. Think about it while you spend all of breakfast, wet, wanting, and smelling of sex.”

Harry sat next to Hermione at breakfast as was becoming normal. This was simply going to be the way they sat for this year and he had no problem with that in the least. He enjoyed being able to touch her under the table with no one being the wiser, and by the way she smiled and twitched she liked it just as much.
As he spooned oatmeal into his mouth with one hand, and gently caressed his pet’s knee with the other Harry found himself making plans. He needed plans, until now he really only had plans to make plans.
What did he really want, when all things were said and done? He wanted Hermione at his feet, that he was sure of, but what else? Dumbledore had told him he would have to kill Voldemort himself, and in the beginning that had really bothered him, but now it seemed like an opportunity.
If Harry did defeat Voldemort, if he himself was the one that took down the snake faced bastard, then he why couldn’t he just take his place? Harry didn’t care about blood purity, it seemed like such a stupid thing when one compared his lovely pet to someone like Goyle. Would the Death Eaters follow another Dark Wizard with a new cause?
He was sure some of them would follow him if he gave them a reason. Others he would have to take down like their mad Master, but if he played his cards right he just felt he could do that to.
His eyes scanned the Slytherin table. He couldn't tell from here who was dominate, but he knew a few already. Draco for one was most definitely dominate, and a leader. He had to be mixed up with Voldemort of course, with how close his father was to the Dark Lord. Harry wondered if he could use that, could turn Draco against his Master and gain an ally among the Death Eaters.
Harry then looked up to Snape, and was surprised to see worry in the professor’s eyes as the older man looked down in Draco’s direction. He knew Snape was a spy for Dumbledore, before he had always questioned Snape’s loyalty to the Headmaster, but now he had to wonder why Dumbledore was so sure of it.
It was odd, his professor was obviously dominate, he had smelt it on him in the classes they had had together, but now that he focused on Snape’s desires, all he could find was a need to protect Draco, as well as a need to protect Harry himself. It was the latter that really got his attention.
“Harry? Are you done mate?” Ron asked from across the table, which pulled Harry out of his thoughts.
“Sorry I got distracted.” Harry said and put his spoon down. “I was thinking about how I was going to organize tryouts next week.” he told his friend with a smile.
“Oh yeah, captain has a lot on his plate.” Ron said seriously as they group of them got up.
While they were headed out of the Great Hall Hermione leaned into him and asked soft enough so no one could hear. “Why were you looking at Professor Snape that way?”
He just smiled at her and smiled. “I was thinking it is time to bury the hatchet and I was trying to think of a peace offering.”
Hermione smiled at him and shook her head. “You really have matured this year Harry, I’m proud of you.”

That afternoon after lunch Harry split off from the group. Her told Hermione he wanted to go talk to Snape before he lost his nerve and it was something he needed to do alone. She encouraged him to go, and told him she would keep an eye on Ron, just in case.
Now he found himself at the professor’s door, and wondered if he would actually be in his office on a Sunday. Well at least there was no harm in trying. He knocked on the door firmly.
“Enter.” The low voice of the dark professor came from the other side.
When Harry opened the door he found the professor grading papers at his desk, he had to wonder if the older man ever took a break from work.
“What can I do for you Potter?” He asked with a sneer of his face.
“I came to return the book you lent me.” He said holding the book of potions up for the other man to see.
“Sit it on the desk and leave.” The man said and turned back to his work.
“Actually, I was hoping we could talk Professor.” Harry said keeping his back straight as he walked into the office.
“What would we have to talk about Potter?” The man asked sitting back in his own chair as he studied the boy in front of him.
“Well for one, I want to know why you have been risking your life for me for the last fifteen years.” Harry asked boldly.
“Risking my life for you Potter?” Snape said with an ironic smile already well in place. “How your ego grows with each passing year.”
“So then tell me honestly why you changed sides when you did? Why my parents deaths made you turn from Voldemort when you hated my father so very much?” Harry asked not rising to Snape’s bait.
“I was under the impression that the Headmaster told you what I owed your father.” Snape replied simply.
“I have been giving that some thought lately Professor and that doesn’t add up. What did you really owe my father? With the way you act it more than simply one life debt. One life debt has been paid many times over.” Harry said still holding the Professor’s eyes.
The old Potions Master couldn’t help but be impressed at not only the boy’s observation, but the fact he seemed to no longer be letting his emotions drive his actions. “Well Potter.” he started as he decided what he would actually tell the boy. “It seems you have a brain after all, I was beginning to wonder.”
“Please answer my question Professor, I feel I have a right to know.” Harry told him firmly.
“I defected from the Dark Lord before your parents died. I am the one that warned the Headmaster that they were in danger in the first place. It was important to me that your parents lived, but I failed and they died anyway.” He said in more than a hint of regret in his tone. “Protecting you is my penance for that failure.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why Professor.” Harry stated with a frown.
“Has anyone ever told you, you have your mother’s eyes?”

“How did it go?” Hermione asked when he got back to the common room. She was sitting across from Ron and Lavender with a book in her lap. The couple were of course lip licked and distracted.
“Do they ever breath?” Harry asked as he took took the seat next to Hermione. He wanted her in his lap, but he was pretty sure that would draw unwanted notice.
“Yeah, ever so often the pull back and pant a few times.” Hermione said with a shrug and looked at him again. “So how did it go?” She asked again.
“I think we will work things out.” Harry said with a smile. Inwardly he was pleased and felt he could easily get the professor on his side rather than the Headmaster’s. It would just take time and patience. “This year is a new start.” He added with a smile.
“What are you two on about?” Ron asked as he had finally come up for air.
“Harry is working things out with Professor Snape.” Hermione answered happily.
“WHAT? WHY?” Ron shouted as he looked at his friend as if he had just grown a second head.
Harry sighed and shook his head. “Think about it Ron. He has proven he is on our side time and time again. It is stupid for me to keep this fight going when the only reason he hates me is because my father was a bully.”
Ron frowned deeply before nodding slowly. “But he is still a greasy git.” He pointed out as if Harry had forgotten.
“Yeah, but if last year taught me anything is that we need to start building alliances, not putting up walls. Do remember the sorting hat’s song from last year?” Harry asked him with a frown.
Ron shook his head. “Only that it sounded like it didn’t want to sort anyone.” he said with a frown.
“It was saying we all need to work together, that the houses shouldn’t fight.” Hermione piped in in her know-it-all way.
“Exactly.” Harry praised her for getting the right answer and smiled before he turned back to Ron. “We need to work together, and that means Professor Snape can’t be our enemy any longer.”
“I still don’t like it.” Ron grumbled and frowned.
Harry sighed and shook his head. “You don’t have to like it. Just be my friend and have my back?” he asked with a half smile.
“Always mate.” Ron said firmly and Lavender cleared her throat.
“Won won you said we could go for a walk.” She told him with a pout.
“Yeah.” Ron said and frowned before he turned back to his friends. “See you guys at dinner?” he asked as he got up.
“See you later Won won.” Harry mimicked with a smirk, and Ron made a face as he followed Lavender out of the common room.
Harry turned to Hermione once their friend was gone and smiled. “What should we do while they are gone?” He asked as he looked into her eyes.
“We could go to the library?” She offered her standard response.
“Yeah, it should be pretty empty today.” Harry agreed and got to his feet.
Hermione blushed slightly as she understood why he made the comment. Yes she was a very smart little pet.

Half an hour later they were sitting on the floor in the back of the library. Harry had his back against the a wall, and Hermione was laying to the side with her head rested in his lap. Harry was still reading about Ivan, while Hermione had picked up a new book on dreams.
“Why are you so interested in him anyway?” Hermione asked after they had been reading a little while.
Harry looked down at her and set the book aside. “Well it is just, even though he was considered Dark, he was still actually very good for his time. He reminds me a lot of Alexander the Great. Ruthless leader, but even the people he conquered ended up loving him.”
Hermione frowned and tilted her head as she thought about that. “Did he use the Imperius curse on people?” She asked curiously.
“No. It hadn’t been invented in his time. He was just that charming and manipulative. He was much more subtle, and he wasn’t mad like Voldemort is. He just wanted to rule, actually he was never defeated. He died of old age and his kingdom fell apart after that.”
“Why was he considered dark?” Hermione asked as she set her own book aside, she seemed more than interested. She always did like to learn new things.
“He had appetites that were not well received in those days. Not very well received now to tell the truth.” he said and smiled down as her pushed some hair from her face. “He enjoyed both men and women, and many of them. Though all those who served him in that way were completely willing and well satisfied, outsiders felt he was some kind of demon for his behavior.”
Hermione nodded slowly as she thought about what Harry was telling her. “You sound like you respect him.” She said with a frown.
“I’ll loan you the book after I am done.” he told her with a smile. “I think you would respect him too. Can you really disregard a man for having dark sexual desires when he only finds willing partners to practice them with?” he asked clearly. “It would be like me saying you were dark because of the things you fantasize about. Or calling me dark because of the things I would like to do to you.”
Hermione blushed and sat up so she could look him in the eyes. “Harry?” She asked and licked her lips. “Would you tell me about the things you think about doing to me?” She asked a little meekly.
Harry smiled and played with her hair a bit. “I don’t know Hermione, I don’t want to scare you away, they are only fantasies after all.”
“You won’t scare me away.” She promised and bit her lower lip.
Harry looked over her for a moment and then around the secluded area they were held up in. “You would need to prove that Hermione. Do something that I could hold over you first.” he said forcing himself not to smile.
The little book worm blushed and tilted her head. “Like what?” She asked as she bit her lower lip.
“Something perverted.” he said with a smile and then rubbed his chin as he if was thinking about it. “Like let me watch you masterbate, right here in the back of the library.”
She flushed crimson at his idea and turned away. “Harry!” She whispered in shock. “That’s… that’s… what if someone saw?” She asked looking around.
“Kind of makes it more exciting.” He answered and drew her into a soft kiss before sitting back against the wall. “But if you can’t do that, I don’t think you are ready for the kind of fantasies I have about you.”
She smiled into the kiss and sighed when he pulled away. “Just for a little bit, or would you want me to get myself to… you know?” She asked and looked around again. He smiled as her curiosity got the better of her.
“You would have to actually come.” Harry said and ran his fingers down her neck. “I bet your face looks divine when you are on the edge.” he murmured to himself.
She smiled and looked to the floor at his words. “Okay.” She said very softly and frowned as she tied to decide how she was going to sit. Finally she decided to lay down with her head back in his lap. “You’ll tell me if you hear anything right?” She asked as she unbuttoned her jeans.
“Yes.” he said and pushed her to push her jeans and knickers down a bit, he insisted he wanted a good view of what her fingers would be doing.
She closed her eyes and took in a few slow breaths to calm herself. Her right hand moved down her body and between her legs as her left pushed up her shirt and moved the fabric of her bra aside.
Her breathing slowly deepened as her fingers moved in circles between her legs. She spread her legs a little to give herself more room. Her other hand was circling around the nipple, it only passed over the rouge colored nib every so often and very lightly.
Harry kept his hands to himself, he wanted to know exactly how his pet liked to be touched and this was the best way to do it. “Thanks a good girl.” he couldn’t help but praise her as she squirmed against her own fingers. She moaned softly at his words.
The hand between her legs started to move faster and more erratic. Two fingers moving in waves made her hips buck a bit. The hand at her breast down tugged and pulled at the nipple lightly. She licked her lips and swallowed as her toes started to curl.
“Yes, that is it, be a good girl, come for her.” Harry whispered to her softly. She moaned again and whimpered, her body trembling on the floor.
“Harry…” She gasped as she tugged on her on her breast roughly before she stuffed her hand on her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Every single muscle in her body seemed to tighten as once, and a moment later she seemed like jelly on the floor.

Finally Harry touched her by running a hand through her hair. “Such a good girl.”
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