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Smell of Submission	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 308949 -:- 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- Stupid school work slowing down my posting speed *shakes fist* This chapter has all three of Harry's "Harem" in it! Hope everyone enjoys!
CUSPACECOWBOY- Well that is a tricky question. If she found out tomorrow what he was up to... Then yes, yes she would be very very upset. But he has plans... plans and schemes... plans, schemes and plots!
Eclectic_Pet- Harry hopes that is how Draco sees it too *wink* We don't find out in this chapter, but maybe the next.
anon- I am sorry that you do not like my plot. I am also sorry I am not a writer of PWP. I don't find that satisfying for me to read or write.
Kain- I wanted to express in this story that Dark is not Evil. Harry will becoming Dark in the story, and accepting his dark side has changed his outlook on certain things. He is not looking to recruit the more evil Death Eaters, or anyone that fanatically believes in blood purity.
red demon- Thank you. I am glad you approve. The Harry in this story can share, what he wants to share. To him sluts are meant to be shared, but pets... she will he his and his alone. I know you have been asking for this, and it is time for Daphne to return!
Lightner2000- All of my stories are alive, just most of them aren't done... I will work hard to keep this one alive as well!
Aranel- Well I am glad I don't have to run it! We will have to see if Harry gets the font right in the end! As for Dumbiedorie, Harry is no longer taking things for granted. Which means there is a lot that the old Headmaster has not told him, and Harry is now starting to wonder why. More on that in later chapters! We will see what develops as Harry's Army grows. Well he needed to show Hermione who is boss, and what better way then to make her come running to him? As a writer one must accept they can not please everyone. I read all reviews, consider each carefully, then put the weight in the ones that are helpful.
Pairings: Daphne/Harry, Daphne/Ginny (very light)
Warnings: CR, D/s, Humil, MC, Minor2, Oral,

Harry went to the library to find Hermione after he gave Draco something to think about. He smiled when he saw her sitting at one of the tables surrounded by her books, a few quills stuck in her hair as she always took out a second when she had forgotten about the first.
It wasn’t just her smell that drew him to her first he realized as he watched her without her knowledge. She had it in her to be the perfect submissive, the perfect pet. He would show her how much she begged for this in her every action, her every correction. She wanted to live her life to please others, he would give her a life of pleasing him.
“Already nose deep in books I see.” he teased as he walked over to her table.
She flushed and smiled up at him with a nod. “How did things go with Malfoy?” She asked and glanced hm over as if she expected to find an injury, or at least Malfoy’s blood.
“We came to an.. understanding.” He said as she took the seat next to her then took her chin in his hand so she had to look him in the eyes. “Now, as I need to know what you think of what I was telling you before.” He said as he adopted a serious husky tone.
She swallowed her eyes looked anywhere but into his which were once again burning with passion. “It sounded almost like you wanted me to be some kind of slave.” She said lightly, but he knew she was trying to deny what she really wanted, trying to put an ugly word to it so she could convince herself it was bad.
He wouldn’t have that. “Yes.” he told her and cut off her argument. “I want you to be my slave, to be mine completely.”
“But Harry you know how I feel about..” She started to say before he put a finger to her lips.
“I know how you feel about slavery.” he said and made her look into his eyes as he spoke. “I think I understand why you are so against House Elves now. It is that they are willing slaves, they want to serve and that reminds you of your own desire to serve. Slavery is only bad when it is done against the unwilling, and with the Master mistreats his things. Do you think I would mistreat you?” he asked her as he let his finger trail down from her lips and along her jaw.
“Harry it is more complicated than that.” She told him, but the red pigment of her cheeks told him he hit very close to home.
“No Hermione it is exactly that simple.” he told her as he ran his thumb over her cheek. “You desire to be owned Hermione. I can see it in the way you react when I even say the words. You just think you have to fight that part of yourself like it is wrong and dirty.” He moved his hand up to tangle in her hair and kept his eyes locked on hers. “You promised not to get scared away by my desires, well you should extend that to your own.”
“Harry I don’t…” She started and he tugged her at her hair lightly to make her stop, she let out a low moan and then blushed at her own reaction.
“Good girl.” he said just to add to the effect. “Stop lying to yourself, it only makes you lie to me. You do want this, you want to be owned and I want to own you. I need to own you Hermione.” He said and tugged her head back so he could devour her lips and give her another small taste of his dominance.
When their lips parted she swallowed as she wanted to argue with him, but she was at a loss for what to say.
“Harry this is all very, intense.” She told him finally coming up with her lame excuse.
“We have always been intense people.” he countered as he let go of her hair. “I have a proposition for you. Something I think will please us both greatly in the end. If you sign yourself over to be for the rest of the school year, become my willing slave, then I will not only willingly and publicly support Spew, I will become its spokesperson. But only after the term is complete, and only if you do not wish for the contract to continue at that time.”
“Sign myself over like in a legal contract? You know slavery is illegal? Willing or otherside.” She pointed out like her the little know it all couldn’t stop herself.
“It would be a legal and magical contract. We would tell no one of it. It would be between you and I.” he said as his own ideas were running through his head.
“Magical contracts are very tricky Harry.” She said but he could see she was considering this, if for no other reason that to get him as a spokesperson.
“I’ll do the research and I will bring it to you for approval.” he said as a smile spread across his face, he wondered if any of his new Slytherin friends were familiar with magical contracts. He wouldn’t put it past them, they were a cunning lot.
She was fidgeting in her seat as she thought over this idea of his. “Well there is no harm in looking at the contact that you come up with.” She said after a moment. “But I would only do it for the elves.” She said just to make things clear.
“For the elves.” he said with a smirk.

Ron,
I want to get some research done before breakfast. I’ll meet you guys in the Great Hall.
~Harry
He left the note stuck with a charm to his friend’s forehead and headed out of the dormitory. They would assume his research was taking place in the library, but what he actually needed was to find a way to contact his little blond Slytherin slave.
He used his cloak to sneak down to a hiding place near the Slytherin common room entrance and pulled out his map to see where is slave was currently. He had many things to ask her, but he also realized he had not tasted her since the first night, and he was failing in his duty to take care of his slave.
She was in the girl’s bathroom, which made him smile. She was an early riser, it would make things easier for him. He waited patiently as other Slytherins left for breakfast and frowned when the collection of dots around her informed him she was leaving with Parkinson and her gang of girls.
He needed to get his slave away from the others. When the group of them passed he cast a simple severing charm on the strap of her bag. It was an overdone trick to be sure, but only because how well it worked.
When her things fell to the floor the other girls snickered and kept moving. The Parkinson didn’t seem to forgive easily, which was useful to him at the moment. Once the hall was clear he moved out of his hiding spot.
“We need to find a better way to meet slave.” he said as he looked down at her.
The moment she heard his voice she stopped gathering her things and looked up. He could see the shot of excitement that went through her eyes as she looked at him. She looked around and quickly shoved the rest of her things on her bag, no longer seeming to care about their organization.
“Miss me slave?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Oh I have Master. I was starting to think it had been a weird dream.” She told him breathlessly.
He cupped her cheek as he helped her to her feet. Without another word he lead her to a the first door he found. He pushed her inside then closed the door behind them both before he lit his wand to see where they were. It was a small closet full of cracked, melted, or otherwise broken cauldrons. Harry wondered for a moment why they even kept this stuff around before he was reminded he was but alone by the clearing of his slave’s voice.
“How can I serve you Master?” She asked and knelt down give front of him, she spread her legs in such a way that it made his member jump.
“I think we will start with another demonstration of your, oral skills.” he said and took a step closer to her. “I need a reminder.”
It seemed that was the only encouragement she needed, her hands were soon unfastening his pants to find him. Her skilled hands and tongue going right to work on him like it was all she ever dreamed of doing.
His hand reached out and held a shelf behind her so he could keep his balance as she pleasured him. The second hand moved to her blond hair and wrapped his around his fingers without restricting her movement.
While she was still bobbing onto his now very stiff rod he asked. “How many have you done this to slave?” She paused for a moment, torn between answering him and finishing her work.
She decided the former would be better for her this time. “Four Master.” She told him before going back to finish him off.
“You will be.. instructing my slut on how to please me.” He told her and groaned as he felt his balls tighten before his peak. She made quick work on him, but they did not have a lot of time so it was for the best.
When he was done she licked him clean of his seed and even placed him properly back in his pants. “Do you wish to be a slut my slave?” he asked curiously, he did not think that was what she wanted, but he wanted to make sure.
“No Master, I wish to be only yours.” She told him and licked his her lips. “Who is your slut Master?” She asked curiously as she looked up at him.
“You will meet her tonight. Meet me just after curfew in this closet, we will find a place to begin both your training.” he said and helped her to her feet.
“Yes Master.” She said with a smirk on her face.
“Yes my slave you will out-rank her.” He said as if he could read her devious little mind. “But it will only stay that way if you show me that you are useful.” he added with a frown.
“Yes Master.” She said then bowed her head.
“Good girl.” He said and with that he pulled his invisibility cloak on and opened and closed the door as if he had left her alone. He moved out of her way just in case she left right after him, but he wanted to see what she would do.
She stood in the dark for a moment and he could hear the movement of cloth before a soft moan issued from her.

He told Hermione he was going to stay out late to do research on the contract tonight. He passed a note to Ginny to be waiting in front of the Fat Lady five minutes before curfew. He looked at his plan for the evening from all angles he could think of then slipped on his cloak and waited for Ginny to appear.
When the redhead exited the common room wrapped in a changing robe her licked his lips and wondered what she had on under it. he moved up behind her and whispered in her ear so the Fat Lady would not know he was there.
“Start walking towards the dungeons.” He ordered her.
He checked his map to make sure no one one going to come upon them the moment they entered a hallway without paintings. When he was sure he was safe he pulled off the cloak and smiled at his slut.
“I’ve made up a room for our needs tonight.” he told her and then led her to the out of the way classroom. When he had found it that afternoon it had been covered in dust, so he knew it had not been used for a while.
“What are we doing tonight Master?” Ginny asked as they entered the room. He had spent an hour cleaning it and moving the desks left behind to line the walls.
“You are going to strip and hand me your clothes slut.” he said sternly.
She blushed but complied quickly. Under the robe she had worn a tank top and very short shorts. As she pulled each item from her she held it out for him to take. It did not take her long to disrobe.
He stuffed the clothes in his back with his cloak and smiled. “Now, you are to kneel with your back to the door and your legs spread as wide as you can get them, hands behind her back and sticking your perky slut breasts out.” he told her and pointed to a spot on the floor.
Once she was in position he walked around her once to make sure he liked the position as much as he had thought he would. “Perect. You are a very good whore.” he told her and hand a hand over her head with praise. “Now I am going to go get your new teacher. She is going to show you how a man likes to be pleased. She is my slave, but your Mistress, do you understand slag?”
“Yes Master.” She told him breathlessly.
“If you have moved an inch when I get back you will be punished.” he told her and eyes the spot he had her kneeling so he would remember.
“Yes Master.”
With that he left her there and locked the door behind him so no one would think anyone was inside, just to be sure. Once that was done and went and retrieved his slave from the cauldron closet.
She was kneeling on the floor with her head down and a green silk robe wrapped around her form obviously waiting for him. The robe was pushed off her milky thighs and left to hang between her legs. Her hair was braided to the left side to expose the fight side of her neck. Yes she was an experienced pleasure pet to be sure.
He licked his lips as she opened the door to find this treat and smiled. “Well aren't you just a pretty little thing.” he said as he played with the fantasy of taking her before they went back up to the waiting Ginny.
“I am at your service Master.” She answered in a soft tone, obviously wishing to keep on his good side.
“You are trying to tempt you Master.” he corrected her as he stepped up to her kneeling form. “But it is going to have to wait, we have much to do tonight.” he said and brushed her cheek softly with his hand. “You will follow me under this.” he said before wrapping his cloak around her. “I do not think it would be wise for us to be seen together at this time, by anyone not serving me already anyway.”
“Yes Master.” She said and wrapped the cloak around her firmly.
He then led her back to the classroom where he had left Ginny. He kept checking the map to make sure they wouldn’t run into anyone who would report him. Once they were outside the door he opened the lock and held his hand out for the cloak before motioning his slave inside.
Daphne looked at the kneeling girl and had to force herself not to giggle. The picture of the pure little Gryffindor Princess kneeling in the altogether as she waited for him was just priceless.
Harry let Daphne exam her pupil as he relocked and Silencioed the door. He wasn’t sure how loud he or the two girls would get in the night of fun. Well fun for him at least.
“You said she was your slut Master?” Daphne asked, her voice obviously recognized by Ginny at the way the younger girl twitched.
“Yes, but she is still unskilled. You see I am the only one who has defiled her.” Harry explained, testing to see if his whore would rise to the bait of them talking about her as if she wasn’t there.
“She has an okay body.” Daphne said with a bit of a sniff, obviously a little jealous over Ginny’s athletic and toned form, compared to her own curvy body. Women were dumb when it came to such things Harry decided right there. Both their bodies were delicious and beautiful, but he figured that was a conversation for another day.
“Let me be concerned about her body, you just teach her how to use it.” Harry told her in an authoritative tone.
“Yes Master.” Daphne said and bowed her head not wishing to displease him any further.
Ginny couldn’t take any more. “Master? She’s a Slytherin.” She frowned deeply as she looked up to the blond that moved in front of her.
“Which means I am already better at pleasing Master than you.” Daphne taunted.
“BUT…” Ginny started but Harry’s sudden hold on her hair as he pulled her neck back to look at him turned her words into a whimper.
“What did I tell you slag?” He asked as he looked down into her eyes, he was obviously angry with her.
Ginny whimpered and had to swallow before she could find her answer. “That she is my Mistress?” She asked with a flush on her cheeks.
“Do you have a problem with servicing Slytherins my little slut?” He asked and let go of her hair, his whole focus was on Ginny for now, she was the important one for the moment.
“I…” She started and then shook her head. “Not if it pleases you Master.” she told him breathlessly.
“And if I wished for you to give yourself to any Slytherin, you would?” he asked a smirk forming on his lips.
Daphne leaned back against a wall and watched her Master at work. He was raw in his skills, but he was a natural dominate. She could help him refine what was already there, and she would put herself in a position directly at his feet. The way he talked to the other girl was making the Slytherin desire him more than she already did.
“Yes Master.” Ginny and looked over at the blond now smirking at her.
“Then you should know I have chosen who your second cock will belong to.” Harry told and chuckled at her confused expressions. “You can’t truly be a whore if you don’t fuck around.” and laughed more cruley. “Don’t you want to be my little cock whore?” he asked as he gently pet the side of her face.
Ginny felt like she couldn’t breath. Her body was responding to his words and screaming yes with each point he made. The idea of actually being a slut excited her to no end, but it also frightened her. With Harry’s protection and guidance she would have all her darkest fantasies come true.
“Would you like me to introduce her to the Slytherin Quidditch team Master?” Daphne offered helpfully.
Ginny’s eyes widened and she looked up to her Master with a pleading expression. She did not think she could handle so many boys at once, and the idea frightened her without exciting her.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “No slave, some of them will never have a right to touch even one of my whores.” He said as he kept his eyes on Ginny. “No, I have already chosen who will have her next. Only those who have something to offer me will get to fuck my lovely slut.”
Ginny relaxed a little as she felt safe again with her Master’s words. He would choose each of her partners carefully and she would be pleasing him, even when she pleased the other men.
“Would you like to know what Slytherin will be using you like I do?” he asked his tone almost sweet.
“Yes Master.” She said and tried to think of what Slytherins Harry could have possibly made friends with.
“I want Draco Malfoy as an ally in the upcoming war, and you will help be get what I want.” Harry said as he enjoyed the shocked expression on his slut’s face.
“But Master… He… His father… they..” She was shaking as she felt like he was personally handing her over to the Death Eaters.
As he watched her fear rise in her he knelt down in front of her and took both her cheeks into his hands gently. “His father will never touch you. He has wronged you too much to ever be given that gift.” he told her in a soothing tone. “Draco is not his father. He will help us take down Voldemort.” he told her as her pet the sides of her face. “You will help bring him over to my side my sweet little slut.”
She calmed down slowly as he continued to murmur and repeat his intentions with Draco, how much she would please him by pleasing Draco. Once she was calmed down he stepped back and looked to his slave.
“Now, start her training.” he commanded and stepped back away from Ginny to watch the two enteract.
Daphne started her training with a wicked idea that would help the slut as well as her Master in the future. She knelt down in front of Ginny and had the other girl lay down on the cold floor. “I am sure your knees were killing you.” She said as she worked to be a bit friendly with the twit. Her hands massaged the Gryffindor’s abused knees gently. “It is a good skill to have to stay on your knees for a long time.” Daphne said as she set down her leg.
She then started to go over with words and soft touches the erogenous zones on a woman and then those on a man. She spoke at length about what in her experience worked on not only turning a person on, but also brought many to the edge of pleasure. She glanced up every so often to see if her Master was paying attention as well. She smirked when she noticed his eyes glued to the two of them. She could tell both of her pupils were absorbing her knowledge like a sponge.
When the late hour forced the lesson to stop Harry gave Ginny her clothes back and sent her back to Gryffindor tower with his invisibility cloak. Once the younger girl was on her way he turned to his slave.
“This has been a very enlightening evening.” he complimented her with a smile on his face.
“Thank you Master.” She answered as she glowed with pride.
“You are such a useful slave.” He told her and brushed his hand over her beaming cheek.
“You are too kind Master.” She said feeling she was moving him exactly where she wanted him. She would be his favorite in the end.
“Would you like to be help me with one more thing this evening?” He asked and she moved to her knees in front of him before he said another word. He chuckled and shook his head. “No my slave. I want to know if you know anything about magical contracts.” he told her as he brushed his fingers into her hair.
“Oh.” She said blushing a bit. “I don’t know a lot about that.” She said and bit her lower lip. “But Tracy Davis does.” She added as she did not wish to disappoint her Master now.
“You will introduce us.” He said and leaned down to kiss his slave’s neck.
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