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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: I’m sooooo sorry! Just after I posted that last chapter I lost internet for two or three weeks, then I got swamped at school. I promise I’ll work on being a good little author and pumping out chapters for you! <3

“Hermione seems happier, yes, but it’s this… crazy kind of happy, Draco.”

Ginny sits cross legged on the floor before me in the armchair in Draco’s common room. He’s on the couch in front of us.

“She’s got this look in her eye. It’s panicked… frantic. I don’t know what to do. She hardly hangs out with me anymore. Hardly talks to me anymore.”

Mia pauses in her speech.

“She says she loves him, Draco.”

That did it. The blond Lord stood and started pacing, knocking over a couple stacks of books with sweeps of his hand. Finally he stopped.

“I read about something like this once, Blaise. It was called Stockholm Syndrome. The captured begins to rely on the one in control because they provide her with all she needs. Maybe that is what my little witch has…”

Draco keeps laying claim on Hermione, but he still doesn’t admit to loving the young witch. But this isn’t the time to comment.

“Perhaps, Drake. But first we need to focus on what we can do about this. Hermione is coming to meals less and less, and you know she and my slave haven’t spent time together in over a week.” Speaking of the slave, she looks at the floor in a worried fashion. I reach down and run my fingers through her hair to try and calm her.

“We’ll keep watching. We’ll have to make our move soon… Though how soon, I’m not sure. I don’t know how quickly we can save her, Blaise…” He’s sat back down now, and he’s looking at his wringed hands. It’s easy to see how worried he is about the girl.

“We’ll get her, Draco. Don’t worry.”

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“Oh Miss Granger!”

I hear the call and look up from my studies. “Yes, Master!” Hurriedly, I stand and scamper through the bedroom and into the bathroom where I heard the call come from.

“Did you clean the bathroom, girl?”

“Yes, Master, I did. Just thirty minutes ago, before I started my homework.”

I stand very still as he circles around me. He’s looking at me and at the bathroom as well. Suddenly, a hand flashes up to my neck, squeezing. My eyes close.

“You lying little bitch.” The insult is hissed into my ear. “There is dust on the back of the loo.” I inwardly wince. I thought I had gotten that.

“S-sorry, Master. I’ll fix it, I promise.”

“Yes, you will. While being punished.” He lets go of my neck and I sway for a second and open my eyes. He leaves the room for a minute then comes back holding something in his hand.

“Master, what is that?”

“It’s an enima, my little slave. What you’ll have in you while you reclean the bathroom and do your homework.”

He instructs me to take my clothes off before forcing me into the bath tub. He hooks the device up onto the nozzle and makes me prostrate myself in the tub, arse in the air. I feel him spread my cheeks and then he slides in the tube. I make a face – it’s uncomfortable. But nothing is more uncomfortable than what happens next. The water turns on and soon my insides are being filled with it. First it’s an odd sensation, then it almost feels pleasurable. But it starts to get to a point where it’s uncomfortably full and then painful, and I wince. After I whimper a few times in near-pain, he turns off the flow.

“Now, you’ll force yourself to keep that inside of you while you clean.” He pulls me up and I can see that my stomach is slightly distended. “Reclean the bathroom and then go do your homework. I’ll let you know when you can release.”

I nod and whimper. “Y-yes, Master…” My voice is quiet. He leaves, and I grab the cleaning supplies from under the sink, recleaning everything – the bath tub, the toilet, the sink, mirrors, and floors. It takes me an hour and my bowls are in pain from the water. It’s so tempting just to sit down on the loo and let it go, but I know he would notice.

After putting away the cleaners, I waddle out to the living room and sit back down to study again. I had only studied for thirty minutes prior to this punishment – that’s roughly an hour and a half left…

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It’s Friday and the little chit has already started to screw up our weekend by messing up her chores. That’s alright – she’ll learn from the enima I put in her. I smirk as I sit on the couch and read while I hear her bumble around in the loo attempting to clean. After an hour she waddles out into the living room to study again and sits herself on the floor. It’s been in an hour… I’ll give her another. If she’s good after, perhaps she’ll get a reward.

I sneer as I sit there watching her. Her belly distended – almost as if she were a few months pregnant. I roll my eyes and go back to my reading.

It feels like no sooner had I made that decision am I hearing her whimper on the floor. I look up at the clock and it’s been an hour and a half. I sigh and get up. I was halfway through a chapter.

“Get up, you whiny chit.”

She struggles to get up and I end up having to pull her up myself, taking her to the bathroom and setting her on the loo. I cross my arms. “Go ahead. Release it.”

She makes a pained face, not wanting to do so while I am in the room. I raise an eyebrow at her and she closes her eyes and bows her head, forcing herself to release the water. Once it’s out she starts to sigh in relief but doubles over for a moment in pain, her innards having gotten used to being so stretched out. Soon she rights herself and looks at me.

“Well get up and finish studying.” With that, I walk out of the bathroom and go back to the couch. Little witch interrupted my reading.

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Saturday morning dawns early for Blaise, the Weasley girl, and myself. We hurry down to breakfast and eat together. At six am on a weekend, no one is up, so it’s not a problem. Stuffing ourselves as much as we can, we then go to my quarters to study more.

Blaise managed to find a book on Stockholm Syndrome. We’re all going to read it and look for the signs with Hermione so we can figure out a plan to get her out of there and keep her safe.

If only it’s not too late…

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I wake up to the smell of strong coffee and breakfast cooking. I smirk. After performing my morning routine, I go out to the kitchen to see my little slave naked, save for an apron, and cooking in the kitchen. Looks like some kind of casserole, bacon, and grapefruit. She sees me and smiles.

“Breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes, Master. I’m just finishing up.” She scuttles around the kitchen, grabbing a couple glasses and pouring some milk in each before setting two place settings at breakfast nook. I move over and take a seat and dig in while she starts to wash the dishes. After a few minutes, she comes over to the nook, herself, and starts to eat her own.

“Hermione…” I say the name thick as molasses. “From now on, I wish you to not make your own plate of food.”

The response is quick.

“Yes, Master.” She gets up, about to get rid of the food on her plate.

“Did I tell you to stop eating?” She halts, confused. “Sit down and eat, you daft little girl. I said from now on, not right now.” She nods and regains her seat.

“After breakfast, I want you to put away everything and then come into the bedroom, ok, girl?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’ve been so good this morning, I think you deserve a reward.”

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Master made me pretty today. He made me pretty and he told me that I’ve been so good that he thinks he should make me even more his.

After breakfast was over and I cleaned up, I went into the bedroom. Master had clothes laid out on the bed… cute, frilly things. A little white mini-skirt that barely covers my arse, a pink top that almost doesn’t reach my hips. He told me that he was going to turn me into his little doll, his little slut. And that I would stay that way.

He dressed me slowly, taking the time to run his hands over my smooth skin and place little kisses and bites all over me. Then he sat me down, buckling on some tall, plat formed Mary Janes. He told me to kneel on the floor and he brushed my hair, pulling it into high pig tails, my hair falling in ringlets. Then he turned me around and produced some bright colored make up, carefully doing my face like he was a painter and I was the canvas. He kept telling me how sexy I looked, how pretty. When he was done, he told me to stand before him.

“Now, my little slave, you’re going to be my little doll even more. You won’t move unless I move you. You won’t talk unless I talk to you. Is that understood?” I stared at him with wide eyes. My mouth started to open and answer, but then I remembered and it froze like that, halfway open. My Master smirked.

“Such a perfect little doll for your Master, slut…” His eyes roamed over my body. He stood up and circled around me. “Keep your eyes and mouth opened like that, girl.” He pauses behind me. I hear some rustling and I feel his hands roam over my body roughly, moving up and squeezing my breasts. He whispers hotly in my ear, “How would you like to be made mine, slut?” I don’t reply. He chuckles.

“Turn around.” Slowly, I do so. He pushes me back and I stumble and fall back on the bed. I blink and then regain my wide-eyed expression. I try and remain calm. He just smirks and looks at me, his eyes devouring. He’s got his pants unbuttoned.

His cock is hard.

One hand moving up and down his substantial length, the other hand moves my arms out at thirty degree angles from my body, my fingers spread, and lifts my legs so my knees are up and bent, my legs spread wide. My pussy is at the edge of the bed.

Master comes up to me at the edge of the bed, one hand on my chest, and, without warning, shoves himself into me. I cry out, tears falling from my eyes as my hymen breaks. My breathing is ragged.

“Now now, be a good little doll. Mouth and eyes wide open, girl.”

I whimper but I do as I’m told, even unclenching my fists, something he didn’t notice. He starts to slowly pump in and out of me. He’s murmuring how beautiful I am, and I can’t help but smile just so while my mouth is open so wide. But I’m not wet enough and it hurts and he sees me wince a few times before sighing. “Too dry? Answer me.” I nod and he withdraws, moving onto the bed to straddle my chest before he shoves his girth into my open mouth. “Suck.”

I do so, slathering his member with my saliva as my tongue rubs all over it. He pumps in and out of my mouth and I feel his member slip repeatedly down my throat. The past couple weeks, he’s taught me how to deep throat quite expertly.

Once he hears me start to moan from pleasure, though, he pulls out and stops. “Be a doll and open your mouth and eyes wide for your Master.” I do so and he slips three fingers into my mouth, deep in, keeping my mouth open. He pumps them in and out of my mouth a few times before pulling them out and returning to the foot of the bed where he uses them to add some extra wetness to my slit (which had already started to get wet from him fucking my throat). Placing a hand on my hip, he forced himself back into me and even though I give strangled sound, my mouth and eyes stay open. He pulls me onto him as he thrusts his cock into me over and over and over again.

It hurt for a while, but then, slowly, it started to turn into an odd sort of pleasure. I wanted whimper but couldn’t in my open-mouthed position. Master had a strange look on his face, and then made a grunting sound as he pulled my hips in hard to his. I felt a sting as his salty semen filled me…

He pulled away, looking down at me and wiping his brow. He grabbed the nearby chair and pulled it before me, smirking. “Touch yourself, Miss Granger.” I started to, keeping my blow-up doll expression. “And wipe that ridiculous look off your face.” My mouth and eyes shut and I started to touch myself. I could feel his seed starting seep out of me, and my cheeks flamed.

“Insert fingers, girl.”

I hesitated. It was humiliating.

“Do it, slut.”

I slowly inserted two fingers from my free hand, pumping them in and out of me, feeling the cool, sloshy liquid inside. I shuddered.

“I want you to cum for me, my little slut. Make yourself cum for your Master.”

It was so hard. I could feel his seed in me and everything hurt and the position I was in was so awkward…

My fingers moved deftly on my clit and I curled my fingers inside me just so, making them hit my g-spot every time. Soon I was shaking and moaning, my head thrashing side to side.

After I calmed down, Master spoke.

“Taste yourself.”

Oh Gods.

“I said taste yourself, slut.”

Slowly I raised the fingers that had been inside me. I could see the mixture of the fluids – blood, my cum, and semen… I opened my mouth, and sucked. He laughed.

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Oh that little Granger girl. She’s going to be my perfect slut in no time. After I fucked her tight little pussy, I had her get up and make lunch in her ridiculous little doll outfit with its white skirt soaked with blood and cum. She kneeled next to me in her skirt and high heels and I fed her from my own plate. I told her, this is how you will eat from now on.

After lunch, I sat on the couch. She knelt before me and we spoke at length about her service to me. I told her, no bra, no panties, as slutty as possible. This is how you will dress from now on, even in uniform.

No, she won’t take most meals in the Great Hall anymore… She can make dinner or lunch to keep up pretences, but most meals will be with me. Oh will I take great pleasure in keeping her with me… Great pleasure indeed. My little slut…

I can’t wait to catch her walking to potions one day and force her to suck me in the hallway. It will be in the shadows, of course, so no one will see… But she won’t know that. She’ll panic. Oh it will be glorious.

“Oh Miss Granger… I have an idea…”

AN: Ok, well, here it is. Un-beta’ed. I’ll try and start getting them Beta’ed as well. Hope you like it. Also, to all of those who said you want Ron to get some action, I’m sorry, but no. It’s not going to happen. I’m not a fan of Ron and most of my stories take great pride in bashing him. If that’s a no-go for you, I’m sorry. At least there isn’t much Ron-bashing in this one.

Hope everyone is doing well, and hope you’ve enjoyed reading… it’ll only get better from here!
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