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Sound of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 44324 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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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.
After the meeting, Harry asked Severus to stay so they could talk about more private matters, and the other man agreed readily. He sent Ginny to her dorm for the rest and then retook his seat across from Harry.
“We should talk about a Light Seneschal to balance my contribution.” He said before Harry could say anything.
“Did you have someone in mind?” He asked curious about what the man had to say on the subject.
“It would have to be someone who is more loyal to you than the Headmaster. Your group here isn’t strictly against his machinations, but he may see it that way.” Severus said using the blunt honesty he had adopted when they were alone.
“I agree. It doesn’t seem he has caught on to what I am doing here yet, and I would like to delay that as long as possible.” Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Did you have someone in mind?”
“I would honestly suggest Moody, or Kingsly if they weren’t so close to the Headmaster, but I simply don’t think they have the imagination to see you as anything more than a child for now. There is only one choice that will give you as much perspective as I can. It grieves me to say that the werewolf has a talent for defense, is highly intelligent, and loyal to you above all.”
“Remus,” Harry said rolling the thought over in his head. “It’s a good suggestion; I’ll write him a letter and see if we can meet.”
Snape gave him a quick nod before looking expectantly for Harry to continue. “You must have had your reasons for asking me to stay.”
“Draco…” Harry started, but Snape cut him off.
“Ahh yes, my godson has gotten himself tied into all sorts of knots in the last few months. I assume this has something to do with his mission for the Dark Lord?” He asked, and Harry nodded.
“For me to know what I need to do to best protect and empower my lieutenants I need to know Dumbledore’s plans. He obviously already knows Draco is supposed to murder him, but he seems not to have made a counter move.” Harry pointed out.
“You’ve seen his hand, that curse is already killing him.” The dark man admitted as he drew his lips into a frown. “As far as I can tell, he plans to get as far as he can with whatever he is doing with you, before having me kill him in Draco stead. He doesn’t wish to make the boy a murderer, and I would prefer to protect him from that as well.”
“And by having you kill him, you will be beyond questions of loyalty in Voldemort’s mind,” Harry confirmed frowning as he had suspected something of this sort, though he hadn’t known Dumbledore was already dying.
“Exactly.” Snape looked both angry and relieved to be telling someone about what was hanging over his head.
“Don’t you think Draco deserves a voice in all of this, he is as much a child as I am.” Harry pointed out as he watched the older man.
“That is fair, but we should not disseminate this information to the entire…” He waved his hand at the room. “...inner circle.” He finished ironically.
“I agree, it should only spread to those who will be directly affected by any plans we put into place, and of course, I will keep you informed of those plans.”
“Thank you.” The man said with a smirk as he got to his feet. “Do you need anything else?” He asked with a tired sigh.
“Get some rest, I will be doing the same,” Harry said getting up himself and with a wave of his wand he collected all the place card.

The next morning Harry sat in the Common Room with Ron as they waited for the girls to join them for breakfast. It was a little odd to have to wait for Hermione, but everyone was entitled to a lazy Sunday morning.
“There better be bacon left is all I am saying,” Ron said as he glared at the stairs to the girl’s dorms. “If she makes me miss bacon you should spank her.” He added in a lower voice that made Harry chuckle.
“I get to decide when I punish Treasure.” He said still amused by his friend's words.
When Ginny came down without his treasure and a grim look on her face Harry got to his feet wanting to know exactly what was going on. If it had to do with Hermione, he didn’t need more delays.
“She doesn’t want to come down,” Ginny said with a sigh. “Someone...” Ginny said and shook her head with a frown as Ron joined them. “She doesn’t want to come down.” She repeated annoying Harry because he wanted to know what was wrong.
“What happened?” He snapped growling under his breath at the charms that kept him from finding out himself.
“Someone cut her hair.” Ginny finally explained. “It’s all choppy and nearly to her scalp.”
“Who?” Harry asked he could feel Ron’s posture shift as well.
“We don’t know. Someone must have snuck into her dorm.” Ginny said looking back towards the stairs. “Lavender and Parvati are trying to help her, but the person must have used cursed scissors or something because we can’t use magic to grow it back.”
Harry frowned deeply as he thought about who or why someone would do something so childish and hurtful to his Treasure. He tried to think of what the best actions to take at the moment, and he shook his head.
“Ron you go ahead to Breakfast, I’m sure I can get Dobby to bring something for Treasure and me later.” He nodded to himself. “Tell them I am waiting for her, and she can wait for everyone else to go down if she wants, but I am not letting her skip meals.” He explained to Ginny.
The redheads nodded and went off as Harry had told them. He was sure Ron wanted to catch up with his sub as well as get his bacon. He took his place in front of the fire and waited for his Treasure to feel comfortable enough to come down on her own.
It was another hour before she made her way down the stairs and in the meantime he had been able to contact his Slytherin subs via owl.
She wore a large hat to cover her head, and she had a very forced calm expression on her face. He sighed and walked over to her so he could comfort her fears.
“We are going to find out who did this and I will let you have your way with them,” Harry said with a slight smile.
“I thought you would say you would punish them for me,” Hermione said and closed her eyes as he brushed a soothing hand over her cheek.
“I’m not here to take away your fun.” He said softly kissing her nose. “We are going to the meeting room though. “Dobby already has breakfast and Vixen, and Whip is going to see what they can do.”
“It’s stupid. It’s only hair.” She said as she let Harry lead her down the hall.
“You’re allowed to feel upset about this Hermione. It was a horrible thing for someone to do, and it won’t be forgiven.” He told her seriously.
“Because you think I’m ugly now?” She asked in such a tiny voice he almost growled.
With a quick glance around them, he found an alcove that was out of sight of most of those passing by. He pushed her up against the wall and looked into her eyes. “It’s hair Treasure. I love your hair because it is a part of your, but it is not what makes you beautiful.”
She studied Harry’s eyes for a long moment before taking the hat off and showing him the damage. Her in some places her hair was chopped as short as an inch from her scalp in others the curls hung almost to her chin.
He brushed his fingers through it and grasped the longest bit on the top of her head so he could pull her into a controlled kiss and show her how much he still desired her.
She purred as he pulled her head back so his lips could travel the length of her neck. The little sounds that she made drove him on as he enjoyed the taste of her skin. When he pulled back so he could look back into her eyes, she whimpered, and he smiled at the bit of lustful haze in her eyes.
“You need to eat.” He said giving her one last loving kiss on her lips before he released her hair and led her back out into the open.
She gave him a sweet smile, and they continued their walk towards the meeting room. As most people were at breakfast, they didn’t pass anyone as they went. Which seemed to get Hermione to relax entirely by the time they were safely behind closed doors.
Tracey and Daphne were already in the room picking at their breakfast as they waited for the pair. Daphne sat on the floor near Tracey’s knee, which pleased Harry to see.
“Oh, my.” The girls rose as they saw what had happened to his Treasure. After a quick nod from him they pulled Hermione over to a chair so she could eat and be fussed over.
He sat to eat his meal, just watching the girls check different spells they knew to fix what had happened. It was sort of interesting to see how much work the girls put into such spells.
By the time they had finished with his Treasure all, they could do was cut and give shape to what was left. It was so odd to see her without much of her hair, like a lion without a mane. Though of course, his treasure was lovely enough to ravish no matter how she wore it. It still angered him someone would violate her in such a way.
He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversations they worked, but somehow a thoughtful look in Vixen’s eyes that made him tune back into their words.
“It is rather similar.” Tracey agreed with something Daphne had said.
“Similar to what?” Harry asked with a frown.
“To a curse that Pansy did to Millie our 3rd year,” Daphne answered with her frown. “No one is exactly sure how the curse worked, but Millie had to grow her hair out naturally, but magic would work.”
“But there is no way Pansy got into the Gryffindor tower,” Hermione said with a frown of her own as she reached up to touch her head every so often.
“She could have shared the spell with someone, but why? And what Gryffindor would work with her?” Harry asked with his frown. All three girls shrugged with matching frowns.
“Tell Draco and Blaise about what happened, see if they can think of anything else. We will spread the word to the light side. If any other trouble befalls one of our members, I want to know about it right away.”
“Yes, Master,” Daphne said and looked between Hermione and her Master. “May we go now, Master?” She asked trying to play meeker than she was. He could see she was trying to give him space with the sub that needed him the most just then, so he waved both girls away before turning his attention back to Hermione.
“How are you feeling my love?” He asked as he got to his feet.
“Better I guess.” She said touching her head again. “Is it okay?” She asked nervously.
“You are beautiful.” He said as he looked her in the eyes. “You should never doubt that,” he told her as he guided her to her feet and then moved her, so she was sitting on the table.
She smiled at him and let herself snuggle into his form as he wrapped gentle arms around her. “What can I do to make you feel better, Treasure?” He asked as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck.
“What do you think I want?” She asked softly making him smile where she couldn’t see.
“Are you finally trusting that I will always know what you want?” He asked as his fingers trailed down her back.
“Yes.” She whispered not looking up from her comfortable position snuggled into him.
Without another word, he slid his fingers under her shirt and pulled it up over her head to toss it aside. When she was dislodged from snuggling against him, she looked up at him with the big innocent doe eyes that always made him want to ravage her.
He unhooked her bra after that being gentle as he removed her clothes. His eyes slowly moved from her face to her breasts and smiled at her lovely body. It was all his now.
“You want to know how much you still arouse your Master.” He told her as he pressed her to lay back on the table. “You want to feel sexy and protected.” He told her as he withdrew his wand brushed it over her collar to turn it to its true form.
The collar shifted from a silken cord to pale cream leather that hugged her delicate neck comfortingly. The garnet bead turned to a simple ring that hung prettily off the front.
She brushed her fingers against it curiously. “This is your true collar slave.” He told her enjoying the way she blushed, and her body responded to the way he spoke to her.
“You are not being punished today. But you are free to be your true self here with me. And that true self is my slave.” He told her as his hands moved down her sides so he could undo her jeans and slip them down her legs along with her panties.
“If I were to have my way you would constantly be on display for my enjoyment.” He told her as he left her pants around her ankles, not bothering with her shoes.
He smiled down at her form laid out for his enjoyment. “Hands over your head. If you move them, there will be consequences.” He told her and enjoyed the way her hands shot into place.
“Master?” She asked under her breath as she was already feeling better as he took more and more control.
“Yes, slave?” He asked as he leaned down over her core so she could feel his breath against her sex.
“Will you tie me to the table please?” She forced herself to ask. “I’ll feel better tied up. Safer.” She said and whimpered because she knew how dumb that sounded.
It pleased Harry that she was becoming more self-aware of her own needs. He that thought his control would be enough for today, and that using the rope wasn’t something she could face, but as she asked for it, he would comply.
“Of course my sweet. You’re such a good girl for the asking.” He told her to reinforce the action before he went to his supply cabinet to get the rope he would need to tie her down.
She breathed in slowly when he spoke reminding her of the conditioning words he had placed in her mind back in the beginning.
He left the jeans on and tied her calves to opposite tables legs, so her body was forced to stay spread wide for him. He then moved around the table slowly, allowing her to watch him as he kept his eyes on her form.
“I will be able to do anything I want to your delicious little body once I have you tied.” He told her as he laced her wrists together.
“I trust you, Master.” She said closing eyes as she revealed in how she was bound.
“I’m going to do all sorts of wicked things to you slave.” He told her, and she smiled.
“I’m sure I will enjoy them all Master.” She told him, as her voice became more breathless.
“You will.” He promised as he finished securing her in place. “You will because you are a wanton little creature.”
“Yes, Master.” She said as she sank into her submissive role, Treasure wanted this and she knew she wanted it.
“Today we are going to focus completely on your Master’s touch.” He told her as he playfully ran her wand along her cheek.
She looked at him in confusion before he cast one spell and then another. It made it so she could not see or here, but he reached out and cupped her face so she could feel that he was still there.
Once he was sure, she wasn’t panicking over the loss he set the wand aside and leaned over the tale so she could kiss her thoroughly on the lips. He enjoyed the way she moaned into his touch.
“Such a good girl.” He told her even though she couldn’t hear him. She moaned in response, and he had to wonder if the words still affected her even if she didn’t know she could hear them? “Good girl.” He said again enlisting another moan.
Well, this would be fun. Harry moved around her around and rested his hands on her thighs once he settled between her legs. He leaned down over her where he had started before she asked to be tied and lapped at her now slick core.
She was utterly at his mercy, and it made him almost painfully hard, but today was about her pleasure and needs. He ran his tongue around her clit teased it without giving any direct attention.
It wasn’t long before she was positively shaking with desire and need. Harry played with the idea of pulling back before she came but decided against it. He wanted her to reinforce the feeling that he would always take care of her.
“Master.” She moaned as her orgasm crashed over her and her hips pressed more firmly into his face.
He happily complied to her body’s desire as he lapped at her throughout her climax. He enjoyed the little shocks and jerks he made when he got too close to her more sensitive areas. When she was nothing more than a panting mess on the table he started to move up her body.
He left a trail of kisses and nips over her stomach and breasts before he captured her lips once again. To get a better angle at her mouth, he shifted and rested his knee between her legs. He couldn’t help the smirk as he felt her grind her womanhood against his pants.
“You are a naughty little witch today.” He told her even though she couldn’t hear him.
“Master please f-fuck me?” She nearly begged, and he could see the cost as her blush spread down to her breasts.
“Good girl.” he murmured as he lapped at her ear and she just whimpered and ground herself more thoroughly into his leg. “You just came, and you are acting like a little bitch in heat.” He told her for his amusement.
“Please? I need you.” She was definitely begging now.
He moved off the table and gave a bit of room so he could watch her writhing form shift needfully against her bonds. “Don’t please!” She called sounding slightly panicked.
He soothed her by placing a hand on her knee so she would know he hadn’t gone anywhere. He moved his hand up her leg thoughtfully and dipped first one then a second finger in her molten sex. She was more than ready to get precisely what she wanted.
“This will belong to me for the rest of our lives Treasure.” He told her as he undid his pants and moved up between her legs. “You’re never going to leave me again. You are mine.” He said as he freed his hardened shaft with a sigh of relief.
“Oh yes.” She purred as his thumb came up to rub her clit.
“Yes.” he agreed with a smile moving over her once again so she could feel what he was about to give to her.
“Please?” She gasped as she tried to push her hips up against his dick.
“Such a good girl to beg for her Master cock.” He said happily as he finally drove himself inside of her. She let out a cry of pure bliss as he filled her with his pulsing rod.
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