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“You’ve both been asking quite a lot of me lately. But I wonder… what have you done for me in turn of late? What have you given back to justify my continued interest in the two of you?”
“W-What? L-Lord Potter, I assure you, our loyalty is unwavering! W-We’re yours, to do with as you please!”
“Y-Yes! Lavender is right. This body you’ve given me… I only want to use it to please you, Lord Potter!”
Hermione sits back, a little tense but also surprising relaxed as she watches Harry stand before her kneeling dormmates. It’s honestly rather amusing to see them subjugating themselves to him now. After all, she’d not had to do any of the things they were doing to get his attention. Or his affection. Did that not make her better then them? The two most popular girls in her dorm, who’d barely tolerated her… were now reduced to this.
Scoffing at their words, Harry flicks his hand out, the young wizard seeming contemptuous of their declarations of loyalty and submission.
“And? How is giving me back what I gave you in any way repaying me? I made you both what you are now, did I not? You don’t repay me by letting me use your bodies as I wish… for that is only to be expected. You repay me in giving me things that aren’t already mine. By doing things for me that I cannot do myself, either because I do not have the time or the inclination.”
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil go quiet for a moment at that, looking between each other as Hermione watches on. Lavender really has bitten off more than she can chew this time, the brunette bookworm reflects. The blonde Gryffindor has become increasingly impatient and has visibly demanded more and more from Harry. By this point, she looks like a muggle pornstar that Hermione caught a glimpse of once when she was up far past her bed time. The blonde is looking more and more bimbo-like by the day, with big pillowy lips, big breasts, big hips, and a big ass.
Parvati, by comparison, is at least a little more conservative… but she too has become much more since she became Harry’s plaything. Her body isn’t quite as ridiculous as Lavender just yet, but it’s definitely getting there and fast. Needless to say, the Indian Witch has been absolutely thrilled about this from what Hermione’s seen. But she’s not looking so thrilled anymore. Neither of them are.
Harry is a lot like a drug dealer, isn’t he? Tilting her head to the side, Hermione realizes that once she’s seen it through that lens, she’s struggling to unsee it. Even if his ‘drug’ of choice isn’t chemically addictive, that doesn’t mean it’s not mentally addictive. Both Lavender and Parvati have become used to a certain state of being. And now Harry is threatening to take that away from them, even if he hasn’t outright said as much.
The popular girls’ panic is obvious, and Hermione knows she shouldn’t be enjoying watching this as much as she is… but there’s no helping it. Harry really has corrupted her, hasn’t he? Maybe he hasn’t corrupted her in the same way he’s corrupted Parvati and Lavender, but he’s corrupted her all the same. She wasn’t being a very good Prefect just watching this go on, for instance. And yet… she made no attempt to stand up. She made no move to put a stop to this.
“P-Perhaps we could-!”
Finally, Lavender starts to speak up again… only for Harry to immediately cut her off with a sharp gesture, shaking his head and sighing.
“You still don’t get it. You’re both in the wrong mindset. Lavender. Parvati. You’re still thinking about ways by which to best serve me properly… when in actuality, you should stop thinking and just ASK me how I wish to be served.”
Oh, now that was interesting. Because Hermione… Hermione didn’t think that applied to her. Would it eventually? Or was there different treatment for different women in Harry’s orbit? Either way, Hermione finds herself entirely too fascinated by what’s happening to stop watching now. It was all just… too intriguing by far.
Lavender and Parvati exchange another glance, before both bowing their heads in almost perfect union.
“How may we serve you, Lord Potter?”
“Please my Lord, tell me what you wish of me.”
Harry smiles at that, the young wizard nodding as he continues to stand before them, towering over them both by only a little bit due to his short height. Still, with them on their knees and him on his feet, he’s capable of looking down on them. As is proper. Hermione bites her lower lip as the young Wizard Lord’s eyes finally dance over to where she’s sitting. She wonders if now is when he’ll take her to task or something. She wonders if this is when he turns on her.
“… That’s a good question, you two. How can you serve me best? Luckily for you both, I have the all the answers. Lavender. You will serve me… by serving another.”
The blonde’s head comes up at that, blinking up at Harry in surprise.
“Lord Potter?”
Her confusion is understandable, even as Hermione blinks right along with her. Harry was looking directly at her when he said ‘serving another’ after all. Surely he didn’t mean…
“Prefect Granger has been of greater use to me than either of the two of you have. She has a place at my side… whereas the two of you barely maintain your positions at my feet. If you want to continue receiving my blessings, if you wish to stay in my good graces… then you should look to her for orders… and serve her as you would me. Lavender. Go show Hermione my appreciation, would you? I trust you know the best way to do so without irritating me further.”
He doesn’t spell it out… but it’s obvious what he wants Lavender to do all the same. Hermione, meanwhile, has gone wide-eyed, sitting frozen in her seat as both Lavender and Parvati turn to look at her. The two other Gryffindors had been content to ignore her until now, treating her as though she was a ghost and focusing all of their attention on Harry instead. But now he’s forced that to change. He’s given Lavender her orders, even if he didn’t outright state it. A test… one that she has to pass, or she’ll be tossed aside.
Hermione sees the moment that Lavender’s own wide-eyed shock is overcome by determination and resolve to do anything to stay on Harry’s good side. And if she’s going to stay on Harry’s good side… that means she has to get on Hermione’s good side FAST.
Slowly, not making eye contact with Hermione, the blonde witch crawls across the room to where Hermione is seated, making her way over with jerking, reluctant movements. For a moment, Hermione wonders if she’s just going to go for it… if she’s not even going to ask permission first. But no, Lavender isn’t that dumb. She comes to a stop mere inches from Hermione’s feet and slowly lifts her gaze, first to Hermione’s thighs and crotch just beneath her school uniform’s skirt, and then further up, to Hermione’s face.
“… May I show my Lord’s appreciation, Prefect G-Granger?”
She almost gets it all out without a stutter, but in the end, she can’t quite dodge it. Hermione, meanwhile, shivers a little bit as she licks her lips for a moment, considering the request. Should she? Can she? Is it truly okay, to take such liberties? Part of her wants to look to Harry again for approval… but she stops herself. Bashful she might be about all of this, but she recognizes that she can’t always lean on Harry.
Staring down into Lavender Brown’s eyes, Hermione slowly spreads her legs apart and gives a single hesitant nod. Lavender flushes at that, before lowering her gaze again, back to Hermione’s crotch.
Sidling up between Hermione’s thighs, the blonde’s hands come up and slowly slip up under the brunette’s skirt. She hikes up the garment, revealing more and more of Hermione’s skin, until her fingers find the waistband of the bookworm’s panties and hook in. Slowly, hesitantly and reluctantly, Lavender pulls Hermione’s undergarments away from her crotch and down her legs. Hermione has to bring said legs together again for a moment… and then her panties are dangling off of one ankle as Lavender forcibly spreads her thighs the moment she can.
Hermione gasps at the other girl’s forcefulness, and Lavender flinches, as if expecting to be censured for her action. And Hermione realizes… she has to. Or else she won’t maintain this new position of control she has over Lavender… over who knows how many of Harry’s girls. She doesn’t fully understand why the young Wizard Lord is giving her so much power, so much control… but she knows she has to prove worthy of it. She has to show Harry that his trust in her is not misplaced.
Reaching out, Hermione grabs a fistful of Lavender’s hair, causing the other witch to yelp as she tugs the blonde’s head back.
“I-I’m sorry!”
Lavender’s apology is as unexpected as it is swift. Hermione pauses for a moment, before nodding as the blonde makes eye contact with her. She doesn’t say anything, mostly because she doesn’t know WHAT to say. But luckily, Lavender had apologized before she had to figure out what words should come out of her mouth. Regardless, Hermione gently but firmly guides Lavender’s head forward, and the blonde silently obeys. Moving under the hem of Hermione’s skirt, Lavender’s face ends up in between the brunette’s thighs… and without even needing to be told, she gets to work.
Hermione’s breath hitches as Lavender begins to eat out her muff. If you’d told the brunette that this was where she would be today even a year ago, she would have scowled at you. She would have probably taken House Points or even thrown out a detention if she could as well. The Hermione of the past wouldn’t have found anything funny about this present. She wouldn’t have thought this was right… any of it.
But the Hermione of the present was a different woman entirely. She’d changed. There was no denying that. But then… that was the point of education, was it not? In learning, everyone changed. Otherwise, they hadn’t truly learned anything at all. Hermione had learned a LOT from Harry Potter this year. More than she ever could have imagined learning from a boy his age. More than she ever could have imagined learning period.
She’d thought she was doing well enough at Hogwarts despite the obstacles in her way for things outside of her control. She’d thought she was on her way to graduating from Hogwarts with all sorts of honors. But only now did she realize how blinded she’d been to the reality of the world. Harry had given her that. Just as he’d given her this personal cunt-eater who was even now licking and lapping at Hermione’s pussy mound, making the brunette gasp, groan, and moan in greater and greater volume.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Of course, they aren’t alone in this room, Hermione is abruptly reminded. Even as Lavender eats out her cunt… Harry has put Parvati to use as well. Looking over, Hermione blushes and bites her lower lip as she watches the young Potter Lord fuck Parvati’s face upon his cock. With both hands in the Indian Witch’s hair, Harry isn’t holding back as he thrusts into her throat again and again.
Parvati, for her part, has her hands clasped behind her back, likely some order Harry had given that Hermione hadn’t heard. She kneels there choking and gagging and gurgling upon her Lord’s cock, drool and saliva dribbling down off of her chin onto her bouncing, naked, dusky breasts. It’s a beautiful sight to be sure, and one that Harry is clearly putting on for Hermione’s benefit as he gives her a grin from over Parvati’s head.
Then, just as soon as he’s started in on the Gryffindor Witch… he pulls her back off of his cock with a pop, revealing his disproportionately massive member, covered in her spit and drool, connected to Parvati’s pouty lips by a thick strand of saliva.
“Tell me, Parvati… what did you most want from me, when you originally came to me? What did you tell me was your heart’s desire, when Lavender brought you before me?”
Gasping, panting, rasping for air, Parvati takes a moment to recover enough to answer. Hermione, meanwhile, is trying not to squirm too hard from Lavender’s tongue exploring deeper and deeper into her cunt.
“I wanted… I wanted to be prettier than my sister, milord.”
Harry hums at that, nodding for a moment before looking pointedly down at Parvati’s naked, heaving breasts. Blanching, the Indian Witch quickly understands what he wants and moves forward to wrap her tits around his cock, moaning from how sensitive they must be after how he modified them for her. Hermione bites her lower lip as she watches Harry watch Parvati for a moment, the dark-skinned woman rubbing her dusky tits all up and down Harry’s shaft.
“… And have I fulfilled my end of the bargain, Parvati? Are you prettier than your sister now?”
This time, Parvati doesn’t even hesitate. Her eyes glitter with satisfaction as she offers Harry a savage grin.
“Yes, milord. Thanks to you, I’m much prettier than Padma. So much sexier too. She can’t stand it… she tries to put on a brave front, but she simply can’t handle that I’m finally better looking than her, for all her brains.”
Honestly, hearing that… Hermione feels a little bad for the Ravenclaw half of the Patil Twins. As a witch who put a lot of value in her brains herself, she could only imagine how hard it must have been for Padma Patil to grow up as the more introverted, bookish twin. Parvati had always been more outgoing, more extroverted… more in-your-face. She was the one who’d gone into Gryffindor after all. Padma was the Ravenclaw.
Was it weird that Hermione suspected Padma’s comments about being smarter than Parvati were solely based on Parvati lording her position in the social hierarchy of Hogwarts over her sister? Was it odd that Hermione found herself relating more to the Ravenclaw than the Gryffindor in this instance?
Harry, meanwhile, grunts as Parvati sings his praises. His cock twitches and it’s clear he’s enjoying Parvati’s titjob… but at the same time, he looks relatively unamused by her.
“And yet… for all that I’ve fulfilled your desires, you’ve done nothing for me. You’ve not acted of your own initiative. So now… I’m going to tell you what you’ll do for me, Parvati Patil. And you’re going to do it. Understood?”
Nodding enthusiastically, Parvati looks excited.
“O-Of course, sir! I’m more than happy to pay you back, milord! Whatever you want of me… I’ll gladly serve you or anyone you want me to serve!”
Oh? Parvati sounded more eager than Lavender by far. As Lavender continues eating out Hermione’s cunt with a gusto that has Hermione gasping and moaning, the brunette bookworm wonders if Parvati is a bit more submissive than Lavender is. If she’s actually excited by the idea of kneeling before another woman and muff-munching for their Lord.
Alas, unfortunately for Parvati, that’s not what Harry has in mind.
“You’ll be serving me in this, Parvati. Specifically… you’ll be serving me your sister on a silver platter.”
Hermione’s eyes widen right alongside Parvati’s at that. Oh. That was… well now. Harry definitely didn’t dream small.
“M-My sister? I…”
Raising an eyebrow, Harry tightens up his grip on Parvati’s hair, pulling slightly as she winces and whimpers. Still, he lets her speak. He lets her… air her grievances.
“B-But Lord Potter… my sister is worthless. She’s nobody. She won’t care about what you have to offer. She won’t- ah!”
Tugging on her hair even harder, Harry grunts.
“Were you not just telling me how jealous she was, Parvati? Is Padma Patil not aggravated by your new looks after all?”
Parvati bites her lower lip, looking a little mulish as she sighs.
“… She is, milord.”
“Then it seems I have plenty to offer her. And besides, what I’ve done for you and Lavender… is only barely scratching the surface of what I’m capable of offering to witches with the right… mentality. You will reach out to your sister on my behalf. You WILL arrange a meeting between us. If she says no… then I will hold you personally accountable, do you understand?”
Parvati’s eyes are wide as she nods, frozen in place by Harry’s threatening tone. Until finally, he drops the domineering aura he’s exuding and gives her a smile.
“Good girl.”
It’s in that moment, watching Harry dictate terms to Parvati Patil while being eaten out by Lavender Brown… that Hermione makes a decision. Gripping down on Lavender’s hair, the brunette yanks her fellow Gryffindor back out from under her skirt. Lavender gasps, her face covered in Hermione’s wetness as she looks up at her, confused and a little dazed. From the look of things, the blonde had really gotten into the zone.
But Hermione doesn’t care about her ‘zone’ or whatever. All she cares about… is getting ahead of the curve. And making it happen on her own terms. Standing up, she lets go of Lavender’s hair and throws the blonde a single, dismissive sentence.
“I won’t be needing your services further tonight.”
Then, she begins walking across the room towards Harry. She tries to put a bit of sway in her step as she does so, even as his emerald eyes find her in a heartbeat and his lips curl into a smile. Hermione, blushing, begins discarding her clothing. It’s funny, she’s lost her panties first when normally they would be the last thing to go. In the end, it doesn’t really matter though. She ends up entirely naked by the time she’s standing before him, with only a kneeling Parvati between them.
She doesn’t even have to say anything. Harry takes one look into her eyes… and the young Wizard Lord pushes Parvati to the side, smiling slightly as he steps forward. Hermione, biting her lower lip, reaches down and grasps his thick, throbbing cock with both hands. She strokes it, even as Harry has to reach up to grab her breasts, groping and squeezing them.
She’s all natural for the moment. She doesn’t have any of the improvements that Lavender and Parvati do. Perhaps one day she will. But for now? For now, Harry seems to like her for her. He hasn’t made any effort to sculpt her body… but in a way, he HAS sculpted her mind. He’s shown her the true nature of their world, and for that Hermione will be eternally grateful to him.
The brunette is finally ready to show him her gratitude. And so, even as he leans in and nibbles at her nipples, being perfectly eye level to do so, Hermione gives his throbbing erection a tug, pulling him backwards all the way back to the couch where she was originally sat.
Lavender is off to the side, watching through hooded eyes as Hermione, now entirely naked, lays down on the couch and… spreads her legs. Harry climbs on after her, the younger Wizard smiling even wider now. His cock slaps down on her slit, and they both know he’s going to fuck her. And yet, he still pauses for just a moment, tilting his head at Hermione.
“Are you sure about this, Prefect Granger?”
Blushing, biting her lower lip, Hermione hesitates for only a moment before shakily nodding.
“I am… milord.”
Harry grins at her show of loyalty. Then, he lines up and begins to push in. Hermione groans as his massive cock, disproportionate to the rest of his body, slides into her. He takes her virginity with little fanfare beyond a slight twinge as she grimaces from the small amount of discomfort. He pushes deeper and deeper into her though, making it all but impossible to focus on that pain when the pleasure is just too damn much.
With Lavender having prepared Hermione and Parvati having prepared Harry… they fit together like two puzzle pieces. Sure, his ‘puzzle piece’ is much fucking larger and stretches her out like no one’s business, but it still feel good. It feels RIGHT. Hermione gurgles, arching her spine and tilting her head back as a moan leaves her lips. She shudders as he continues to push into her, until finally he hits her cervix and bottoms out.
For a moment, she half-expects him to keep going. She knows that’s not all of it. Even though it feels like more than she should have ever been able to take inside of her, that’s still not all of Harry’s cock. And yet, rather than force himself the rest of the way inside of her… the young Wizard Lord pulls back and begins to thrust in. He smiles when she gives him a surprised look, his hands falling upon her breasts and giving them a good kneading as he starts properly fucking her.
“All in good time, Hermione. All in good time. For now… there’s no rush. This first time is all about you. Making you feel good.”
Hermione opens her mouth to speak, only for Harry to pinch both of her nipples between his fingers and give them a tug right as he thrusts into her. Eyes going wide, Hermione squeals instead of saying what she was going to say, and she cums a moment later. Orgasming upon Harry’s cock is different from any masturbation she’s ever done. She climaxes upon his dick like it’s… like it’s the last dick she’s ever going to need.
By the time she recovers, she’s already forgotten whatever she was going to say. In the end, she decides it must not have been too important, and settles in to enjoy her first ever dicking by the well-hung, incredibly powerful Lord Potter. His cock pistons in and out of her pussy. Her inner walls flex and try to tighten around his member, as if to hold him in or push him out.
They don’t succeed at either of those things, however. She has no control in this moment. No control save for what Harry allows her. He’s the one in charge here, and all Hermione can do is lay back and take it. Not that she minds that. No, as he trains her pussy to the shape of his cock, she finds she doesn’t mind one bit. Somehow, she’s managed to impress him so much that she’s on a different level from her housemates.
Whether it’s her mind or something else, Hermione honestly doesn’t know for sure. But she does know she’s made the right choice. Laying back, being fucked on Harry’s cock, she knows that here and now… this was proper. Giving her virginity to him in this moment… was right. She can’t claim to know all of Harry’s plans, not by a long shot… but she knows she wants to be a part of them going forward. A bigger part than she already was. She wants to help him… however she possibly can. And not just because of the mind blowing orgasms she’s currently experiencing.
He fucks her for what feels like an eternity to be honest, but also feels like no time at all. He plows her there on the couch through orgasm after orgasm, but by the time it’s over… it’s not enough. Hermione isn’t sure it will ever be enough. Even as he pulls out of her and treats a watching Lavender to a sudden cum bath for being a ‘good girl’ and servicing Hermione, the brunette just watches, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart… and realizing it’s a lost cause.
She’s in it now. She’s in too deep to ever pull out. And that… that’s okay.
-x-X-x-
The next morning, it’s business as usual for much of Hogwarts. To the casual observer, everything SEEMS fairly normal. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, really. But to anyone who’s not completely oblivious and has some idea of what’s going on, there’s a tension developing in the air. The DMLE might not be in the Castle en masse, but they ARE there… and that’s enough to have several people concerned.
For someone like Dumbledore, keeping an eye on Harry is paramount. However, while it’s obvious the young Potter Lord is clearly spreading his influence, not everything is entirely clear. The way he’s constantly spending time with Hermione Granger for instant, but the Gryffindor Prefect remains unchanged, throws the Hogwarts Headmaster for a loop. Is Ms. Granger a Potter Witch yet or not? And besides her, who else among Harry’s growing circle of confidantes has been brought in all the way?
Meanwhile, as Dumbledore worries about all of that, Hufflepuff House is in quite the tizzy. It was practically common knowledge among the Puffs that Susan Bones was essentially an addict. The poor girl was desperate to cultivate a certain image. Of course, no one outside of the House knew this because Hufflepuffs stuck together and didn’t betray their own.
Still, news of Susan Bones’ sudden transformation and reversal of fortunes was flowing through the Hufflepuff House, proving to be the most worthy gossip of the day. Had her Aunt taken her aside and forced her to get clean? But then how did it happen so fast? Susan’s dormmates were most curious of all… but Susan herself wasn’t talking. At least, not yet.
And finally, there was Nymphadora Tonks, the Assistant DADA Professor assigned as a permanent Auror Presence by the Ministry. Tonks wasn’t an idiot. Not by a long shot. She was observant enough to recognize that Harry was in the middle of… all of this. Unfortunately, while she’d picked up on some things, no one was really talking to her. No one knew quite where her loyalties were truly located.
Between her boss and Dumbledore both holding her at arm’s length, Tonks was getting a little fed up with it all. More than that, she still owed Harry a present of some kind after how he’d surprised and impressed her with that Patronus of his.
… If no one was going to tell her exactly what was going on, then Tonks would have to get to the bottom if it all herself…