Power and Control

Hermione Granger bit her lip in indecision, her mind in turmoil, as she ran her eyes over the parchment that had been delivered to her a few minutes ago. The writing was familiar, and it invoked memories in her mind that she had been struggling with for the past week.

Unbidden, the events that had taken place between her and Harry played out, and she didn't know how she'd become that person in front of him. It had plagued her for days now, her nights almost sleepless, and she had no one to talk to about this disorder that she knew she had now.

Even now when she was trying so hard to cling on to the barest of her sanity, she could feel it slipping away, the mere sight of his handwriting invoking memories and desires inside her that she never even knew existed.

She had acknowledged him as her master, as her lord, and as someone who had every right to every inch of her body, mind, and soul. She had agreed to her subservience in front of him, believing that her place was on her knees in front of him. The voice of reason within her had been buried at the time when she had allowed him to use her as he pleased, and it had remained buried all the while as he told her to grow.

It emerged only when she was away from him for an extended period, and whenever it did, she would be filled with both mortification and confusion. Her mind was a mess, and she failed to differentiate between these two sides of her personality that now warred within herself. And in the midst of all of this, her pathetic husband remained his usual self – uncaring, ignorant, and angry at her for not cooking him a freaking dinner.

Hermione shook her head as she took a deep breath and slowly folded the parchment open, her eyes scanning the words etched onto it.

Come to 4 Privet Drive at 5 sharp. I hope you've done what I told you. I'd hate to be disappointed again, so do make sure of that.

That was all. Curt as always.

Hermione glanced over at the clock as she absently folded the parchment. It was a few minutes to 1 o'clock, and she sighed as she closed her eyes, trying to come to terms with who she truly was and what she really wanted. She knew she would lose control of herself in a couple of hours, just as she had lost control the last time she had been in his presence, and she desperately tried to think of something that might be of any help to her.

What she did not realize, or rather she did not want to accept, was that both personalities were parts of hers, and she was struggling to accept the truth that she easily could if she tried to. Harry's magic was also hard at work, warping her mindset and constantly making her clash against herself to make her even more malleable, and he always loved the result it brought out within her and her behavior. This time would not be any different.

A couple of hours passed and Hermione emerged from her room. Her eyes immediately fell on Ron who sat on the couch, his eyes trained on the ceiling, unblinking. The rustle of fabric caught his attention and he shifted his gaze over to her, his jaw tightening at the sight of her.

Hermione stared at him expectantly, wondering if he had anything to say to her. However, Ron chose to remain silent as he leaned back against the couch and resumed his little staring session. The brunette gazed at him for a few seconds before she twisted on the spot and apparated away.

The loud crack made Ron jerk slightly and with a sneer, he stared at the spot Hermione had just stood at. He still did not know what her problem was but it showed no sign of resolving itself. He was in no mood to reach out first and talk it out with her either. It was her fault, and she had to be the one to accept her mistake, or she could stay the way she had been for the past couple of weeks.

Drumming his fingers on the couch, he thought about something that had been troubling him for a few weeks now but had been resolved on its own. He had screwed up massively with that bet and had found himself deep in the red. He had freaked out when he saw just how much he happened to owe BetVault, and he had fully expected them to take him to the cleaners for every knut. However, weeks had passed and nothing happened until finally, they sent him a letter, telling him that his account had been closed and that they would not engage with him any further.

Ron had little idea how these things worked, but he was at least relieved that he didn't have to worry about that money anymore. He had been promised the result which turned out to be false and as a result, he had lost a lot, that much was true, but at least he was not bankrupt. Losing his account with them was a much more pleasant result than he had been expecting.

There were other companies out there, after all. And all he needed was some extra gold to get started once again.

-Break-

A loud crack of apparition echoed in the silent neighborhood of Privet Drive and as if on reflex, the woman began walking toward the designated house, her fists clenched tightly on the beige overcoat she had over her dress which was rather… risqué. She could not have walked out in front of her husband in that dress without rousing his suspicions.

Curiously, the lights were off inside the house and it roused her suspicions. Her wand shot in her hand instantly as she slowed her footsteps, casting a silencing charm for good measure. The war had taught her a lot, and if this was something shady, then she was confident that she could hold her own and perhaps even get the drop on whoever might be hiding. A quick Homenum Revelio told her that there was only one person inside and although she wanted to believe it was Harry, the situation right now seemed different. Something told her he was not inside.

The person was inside the living room, and Hermione crept forward, taking the longer way through the unkempt lawn to enter from the back entrance. As she got closer, she burst through, casting a powerful Lumos Maxima to surprise whoever it was. The living room was bathed in a bright silvery glow that slowly faded, and Hermione's eyes quickly refocused.

The person she found inside made her freeze in her steps, and wide-eyed, Hermione stared at a smirking Pansy Parkinson lounging on the couch.

"Hello, Granger. Or I guess it's Weasley now," Pansy said. "Welcome. Welcome. You are… right on time. Good girl."

"Parkinson," Hermione muttered distastefully, her lips curled in a sneer. "What are you doing sneaking here in Harry's house?"

"I could say the same about you, Weasley," Pansy replied, smirking. "And sneaking? I'm just sitting here. You were the one sneaking around like a little thief."

Hermione bristled, her glare intensifying as she kept her wand firmly by her side, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

"Just because Harry's lost his mind and hired you as his servant, it doesn't give you the right to barge into his property," Hermione retorted, her voice having a hint of a growl to it. "I always knew you had no propriety, but it looks like you've not learned a thing about how respectable people should behave if you're still up to your pathetic tricks."

Pansy laughed, to Hermione's surprise. Chuckling, she gazed at her and replied, "You know, Weasley, for a pathetic little slut, you sure have a lot of words for others. I always knew you were a judgmental bitch and it's so pleasant to see you've not changed a bit either. Or maybe you have… the stuck-up bint that you were would've never thought of doing what you've done. Congratulations, you grew some."

"What did you just call me!?" Hermione hissed, her eyes narrowing. Her wand was tightly clasped in her hand and she was having this massive urge to curse this bitch to hell and she was confident that she could take her down before the woman could even react. Only the flimsy self-control she had left was keeping her arm down.

"Did you develop a hearing ailment, Weasley?" Pansy asked with a sneer. "I didn't think he'd fucked you so hard your ears stopped working. You do know what I'm talking about, right?"

Hermione stilled, her breath hitching as she gazed, wide-eyed, at a smirking Pansy Parkinson who remained comfortably lounged on the couch, her amused gaze trained on her. She wanted to decline, to curse Parkinson, both verbally and with her wand, but she remained frozen on the spot.

Pansy continued, "You know, I wouldn't have thought you'd ever have the guts to do something like this… fucking another man behind your husband's back. But then, I guess it's not that surprising that you cuckolded your wastebin of a husband. It's must've been hell being married to that shit, I reckon. You have my sympathies."

"Shut your trap, Parkinson," Hermione growled.

"Touched a nerve, did I?" Pansy gasped mockingly. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hurt your little sensitivities, Weasley. But you see, I can't stand hypocritical bitches who think they're so above the rest when they are nothing more than cheating, sniveling, backstabbing lowlives who should stay on their knees in front of their superiors."

Hermione stood fuming, glaring at Pansy who was having a lot of fun with her. She remained seated comfortably on the couch, gazing up at the other brunette and she knew perfectly well what she must want to do to her right now.

"Now, I'd love to keep mocking you for all night long but we both know what you'd rather be doing instead, so let's get going, shall we?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You didn't seriously think I'd really sneaked in here, did you?" Pansy asked with a chuckle. "Who do I work for, Weasley?"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Yeah, my boss told me to escort his slut to his new place where he'll meet her," Pansy said, her lips quirked smugly. "You can't imagine how funny it was when he told me about you. Goody-two-shoes Granger turned Weasley, and now… Harry Potter's personal plaything. Quite a promotion, I must say."

Hermione fumed, gritting her teeth, and all it did was amuse Pansy even more.

"You've thought up the name he asked you to, right?" She asked. "It should be sexy and slutty enough to fit your role. For your sake, I hope it's something good. You wouldn't want him to be angry with you… well, assuming you're not into that," she chuckled.

Immediately, Hermione was assaulted by the memory of Harry degrading her, spanking her, mocking and insulting her, and how she had felt throughout it all. Something must've shown on her face as Pansy let out another mocking laugh.

"No way!" She exclaimed as she stood up, punching her upper arm. Hermione glared as she rubbed the spot, and Pansy merely grinned, unbothered. "You really are into that, hmm? Good for you. I'm sure you'll get a real kick out of it in the future as well. Come on now, we're already pushing time as it is."

Before Hermione could react, Pansy grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her behind her toward the fireplace.

"Be sure to not mess it up. Wouldn't want my Master's little slut to fall into the Channel and be eaten by some wild beast in the sea," Pansy mocked, and Hermione's eyes widened as she registered what the woman had called Harry. Before she could speak up though, Pansy threw the power and enunciated, "Potter Castle!"

Emerald flames swirled around her, whisking her away as Hermione stared at the fireplace, her eyes glowing as the fire surged and slowly subsided. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and stepped inside the fireplace, vanishing within seconds.

-Break-

It was daylight when she appeared at her destination and Hermione glanced around as she emerged from the fireplace. She found herself in an ornate room decorated lavishly that oddly contained only a fireplace.

Pansy stood in front of the fireplace, presumably waiting for her, and the woman gestured for her to follow.

Lips pursed, Hermione walked behind the other woman as they made their way to the exit of the room and Hermione blinked as the sound of waves reached her before she saw it.

The sea was vast, as far as the eyes could see, and the approaching sunset cast their surroundings in an orange glow as they stepped onto the pristine sand of the private island Harry owned. Despite her emotions, Hermione felt her heart race with anticipation. Her eyes fell on the massive estate looming in the distance, and the sight seemed magnificent. The castle gleamed in the sunlight as they walked.

The path leading up to the estate was lined with towering palm trees, their branches swaying gently in the island breeze. Hermione could not help but marvel at her surroundings.

Exotic flowers in every color imaginable dotted the lush green lawns that started well beyond the castle, their fragrance intermixing with the smell of the sea. Elegant statues and fountains were strategically placed all around, each one a masterpiece in its own right. Harry had certainly not spared any expenses, that much was for sure.

As they got closer to the castle, Hermione was struck by its sheer size. It was not Hogwarts, but for the purpose of residence, it was an overkill.

The main building of the castle stretched far, its walls a dazzling white that glowed in the waning sunlight and were adorned with intricate carvings and accents that captured the light and sparkled like precious gemstones depending on the time of the day. The windows were towering, their glass so clear it might as well be invisible, reflecting its beautiful surroundings.

Pansy merely watched Hermione's reactions with barely hidden amusement, her pride for her Lord and Master reigning supreme as the other woman gazed around in appreciation and wonder. Her Lord and Master deserved the best, and this entire island had to reflect his grandeur.

They approached the massive doors that seemed to dwarf them, and even those fascinated Hermione. The precious gemstones and metals that constituted the entire structure signaled the unparalleled luxury that surrounded them and lay ahead inside the castle.

As they stepped forward, the massive doors swung open, allowing them entry. The moment Hermione stepped into the foyer, she felt her breath get knocked out of her lungs. Wide-eyed, she stared at the massive cavernous entryway with the ceiling so high she almost felt dizzy. It depicted scenes from the war, and Hermione keenly noted the absence of all those who Harry felt wronged by. A massive chandelier that must be the side of the dragon Harry had fought in the Triwizard Tournament hung at the center, its millions of crystalline shards casting rainbows across the room.

Beneath her feet, the floor was a work of art in itself. Intricate mosaics crafted from rare marbles and precious stones formed patterns that seemed to shift and change as they moved. Hermione felt almost scared to walk on it, afraid that she was insulting a priceless masterpiece with every step.

"You're gawking," Pansy's amused yet snarky voice made Hermione jerk and she turned to glare at the brunette who kept staring straight ahead. "Come. You'll hate to keep him waiting."

Hermione remained silent as Pansy led the way through the corridor until they reached what she believed was the room where Harry must be waiting for them. The sight as they entered left her more awestruck than the last.

The room was a vision of gold and cream, with mirrors lining the walls to create an illusion of infinite space. In the middle was a massive set of couches where she saw none other than Harry sitting comfortably with a woman she didn't recognize sitting sideways in his lap.

They turned around when they heard them and Hermione saw Pansy grin brightly as she eagerly rushed over, burrowing herself against his side. Hermione felt a flash of irritation pass through her as she saw them exchange a passionate kiss.

Harry squeezed Pansy as he pulled away and he wrapped his arms around the two women snuggled up against him, his gaze shifting over to the only woman standing.

He raised an eyebrow as he took in her attire, and Hermione quickly got to work. His eyes gleamed in satisfaction when she took off her overcoat and let it drop to the floor where it vanished instantly, leaving her clad in a red sparkling dress with bare shoulders and full sleeves. The dress strained against her tits and rump, coming down to the middle of her thighs, and as Harry kept his eyes running over her form, he was pleased to see her nipples hardening in arousal.

It had been quite some time since they had last met, and he expected her behavior to have changed slightly. His magic was still working on her, after all. However, after what he had in mind for her, he was confident that she would be a completely changed woman by the time he was done with her.

"And you are…?" He asked expectantly, and Hermione knew what he wanted. He had asked her to think of a name for her new self… her old identity belonging to her only in an official capacity.

She knew what he wanted from her. He wanted to convert her into a slut. His little plaything to do with as he wished. And the name had to be one that corroborated that image. For the past few days, she had been searching for names that most of the strippers, escorts, and prostitutes used, and as much as it disgusted her to degrade herself in such a manner, she could not deny the thrill that also shot through her at the thought.

Clearing her throat, Hermione whispered, "I-I'm Hermes, M-Master…"

Harry's eyes gained an amused gleam as he gazed at Hermes along with Narcissa and Pansy, both of whom whispered something in his ears. He nodded absently, his eyes raking over the newly-introduced Hermes' form. With a nod, he indicated for her to approach him, smirking when she followed his instruction instantly.

"On your knees," he ordered when she came to a stop right in front of him, and the brunette obliged with her entire body shaking in what Harry believed to be anticipation. She seemed desperate to have his cock inside her once again and this proximity to him had inflamed her desires once again. He could see it in her demeanor. Her hesitation had given way to excitement, and as he gazed into her brown orbs, he could see that the slut was slowly crawling out once again.

It was a fun game to play with her psyche, keeping her confused and on her toes all the while.

"A bit too lazy, aren't you?" Harry asked, sneering, as he gazed at the woman on her knees. "Hermes? That's the best you could come up with?"

Hermione looked down, a hint of shame creeping up as she realized she had disappointed him.

"My Lord," Pansy purred, stroking his chest adoringly. "Weasley here was always a bookworm. Creativity was never her forte. The fact that she even came up with a name is too much from her."

Hermione fisted her dress, her teeth gritted at Pansy's disdainful remark. Her eyes were downcast and she was sure that the woman must be sneering at her right now.

"You do have a point," Harry muttered, making Pansy grin. "Well, I guess it'd have to do if that's what she's come up with. Hermes it is then. I can't lie, that's a fitting name for a slut. It'd suit you."

Hermione remained silent, prompting Narcissa to sneer at her.

"You are supposed to thank your Master for your kind words."

Hermione jerked slightly, the squirming she had been feeling in her lower belly since coming into this room intensifying.

"T-Thank you, Master," she whispered.

"A raw specimen, don't you think, Cissa?"

"Inexperienced, more like, My Lord," Narcissa replied. "Nothing a few sessions can't solve. It isn't as if someone like her deserves to have your sacred mark on her to accelerate the process."

"Hmm. Too right, dear," Harry nodded absently, stroking the woman's bare thigh as she caressed his scalp, smiling. Turning toward Hermes once again, Harry continued, "I'm sure you're curious as to why I've called you here."

Hermes merely nodded, not knowing whether she could manage to get a coherent reply out. The stimulation was getting more intense, and she could feel her true self slipping away once again. Her arousal was skyrocketing, a terrifying itch developing in her nether regions that had only one cure.

Slowly, she glanced up, only to find all three staring at her with barely hidden amusement, and she knew they were perfectly aware of what was going on with her.

Recalling what he had just said, she nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Harry smirked as he gently pushed Pansy away, making her pout. With Narcissa still in his lap, he stood up, holding her in his arms. The blonde gazed at him questioningly, and Harry gave her a teasing wink.

"My dear Cissa here has done a wonderful job in decorating this massive estate. It truly looks like a place befitting of someone like me," Harry began, and Narcissa grinned brightly at him, proud beyond measure. He gazed at her and smirked. She had every right to be proud of herself. "Agreed that there's a bit of work left, especially around the island, but I'm sure she will do as good a job with it as well."

"It's my honor to serve you so well, Master," Narcissa replied with utter devotion.

"As it should be," Harry agreed. "And for that, I believe you deserve a reward."

Pansy and Hermes watched curiously as Harry turned to the other couch and gently lowered Narcissa on top of it. The blonde gazed at him questioningly and with a smirk, Harry turned toward Hermes who had remained on her knees.

"I want you to crawl over here on your knees and pleasure my Cissa as you would pleasure me," he ordered, and everyone's eyes widened. "She's done a brilliant job and deserves to be treated."

"My Lord?" Narcissa asked curiously.

"Remember what we discussed last time, Hermes?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes trained on the brunette who remained on her knees, staring up at him. "About you gaining some worthwhile experience? Well, this is where you start. Be sure to treat Cissa well, you hear me?"

Hermes stared at Harry for a long moment before shifting her gaze to the young woman who she failed to recognize. She must be someone Harry had met during his years when he went from one woman to another, she assumed. The woman was stunning, she had to admit as much, and quite clearly devoted to Harry, just as she'd discovered Parkinson was.

"You're really slow, you know that?" Pansy muttered in exasperation as she stood up and grabbed Hermes by her arm, unceremoniously dragging her over to Narcissa who exchanged a glance with her Lord and smirked at the brunette.

"Get to work, Hermes," she said mockingly and spread her legs.

Hermes was breathing deeply, both under the stimulation of Harry's magic and her inner desires that were emerging once again with a particular vehemence, not pleased at all after being repressed for so many days now. As if she had developed a split personality, the brunette grinned up at Harry who smirked and took his seat on the couch to Narcissa's right, with Pansy taking her spot on her Lord's lap, all watching the new slut as she reached forward and spread Narcissa's legs even wider, gazing at her covered womanhood.

Her probing fingers zeroed in, touching Narcissa's folds over the lacy fabric, and slowly, she pushed it to the side, exposing her bald pussy.

"You are free to treat her however you'd like," Harry whispered in Narcissa's ear as he dropped a faint kiss on her skin, smirking when the blonde turned her head and kissed him firmly on the lips instead. Pulling back slowly, she smiled at him wickedly and turned to Hermes who leaned forward and took a deep sniff of her aroma.

There was something wickedly arousing about this feeling of power that her Lord and Master allowed her to have over other witches. Pansy had been the first, and she'd had a lot of fun making her treat her to a nice session. Now, it was this woman's turn, and Narcissa felt even more strongly about her. She had betrayed her Lord and Master at his lowest, and he could've possibly died if he had been someone else. It was only because it was her Lord and Master, the most powerful wizard to ever live, that he had not only survived but flourished.

There were two women Narcissa hated with every fiber of her being, and the woman on her knees in front of her right now was the second. The betrayer would be reduced to a plaything, and she would help her Lord and Master realize his vision in every manner possible.

"Get to work already, slut," she hissed, grabbing the woman roughly by her hair. "Our precious time is not for you to waste. Take those off already."

Hermes nodded obediently, feeling her excitement rise inwardly at the treatment. Her trembling hands lifted once again, reaching out, when she cried out as the woman pulled her hair roughly once again.

"Didn't my Lord tell you to treat me as you would treat him? How did you do it the first time?"

Hermes realized it instantly and she gave an understanding nod, sighing when the hand gripping her hair relaxed slightly. She leaned forward, breathing in the aroma once again as she took the blonde's knickers between her teeth and tugged, slowly dragging them down. It was a bit more complicated due to the way she was sitting, but after a little while, she had managed to drag it down enough that all Narcissa needed to do was shake her legs to get her knickers off.

Hermes' eyes were fixated on the bald pussy that was entirely exposed now, the pink petals glistening with her juices as Narcissa felt her Lord sensuously kissing her on the side of her neck. Her eyes spied him fondling Pansy's tits as the woman rubbed her pussy against his member, and her arousal spiked even further.

"Do I really need to tell you everything, you dumb whore?" Narcissa let out a groan as her Lord kissed her firmly, making her breath hitch. "Lick me out already!"

Hermes took a deep breath as she leaned forward and gingerly ran her wet tongue along her slit, tasting her. She slowly applied more pressure, rotating her tongue over her pussy lips, as Narcissa kept her hand fisted on her hair, keeping her in place.

The sensation was nowhere close to when her Lord ate her out, or even her fellow servant Pansy, for that matter, but it would do. She could see the woman had no experience, and it was what her Lord had asked this woman to gain. He had plans for her – grand plans that would make her evolve, and Narcissa could lie and say that she was not looking forward to how this dull flower would bloom.

She pressed her face on her pussy further, and a small sigh escaped her when her Lord slid the straps of her top down her shoulders, freeing up her large, perky tits. His tongue joined the fray, licking and nibbling on her nipples one after the other, and all Narcissa could do was run her fingers through his hair adoringly.

The brunette was still eating her out, and she had gotten much more eager in the few minutes that had passed. Her tongue was more intense as it flicked and rolled around her lips.

"You're doing fine. There's a lot of room for improvement, but this is passable," Narcissa sighed, ignoring how the brunette preened slightly as she met her Lord in the middle of another passionate kiss. She felt her resume eating her out and lost herself to the sensations.

Hermes slithered her tongue up and down the slit, probing with the tip of her tongue when she thought about letting her fingers join the fray. Her digits reached up and started to gently rub all over the engorged bundle of nerves resting right on top of her pussy.

Narcissa's breath hitched as the woman began to stimulate her most sensitive spot and she wanted to let out a loud moan, but her Lord had other ideas. He firmly kissed her, swallowing her moans and every other verbal response she had. His large hands mauled her tits, claiming them as they were rightfully his, and Hermes kept rubbing her clit before descending to her wet folds, slowly probing her entrance with her fingers.

She was demanding, she was forceful, and under her Lord's ministrations, she was rougher. Her grip on her hair was firm as she pulled at it, but Hermes kept eating her out and fingering her with relentless enthusiasm. It was as if the woman was deriving as much pleasure from this as she was.

Suddenly, without warning, her Lord sent a pulse of his magic straight into her mark, and Narcissa froze. Her grip on both tightened significantly as she came all over Hermes' face. The brunette jerked slightly at the surprising release but Narcissa refused to let go, keeping her face against her gushing folds.

Hermes had no choice but to keep eating and licking her out despite her release, and she kept at it when she felt a presence behind her.

"You can either lap it all up, or you can let it smear your face," Pansy whispered in her ear. "I can guarantee you'll love both."

Hermes, fully aroused, chose the former and she hungrily swallowed it all, much to Pansy's amusement as she watched the woman whom she hated so much eat Narcissa's release.

She had never expected such depravity from Hermione fucking Weasley, but her Lord and Master had proven that he could bring anyone down to her knees, especially those who had wronged him.

This was only the beginning though. Her Lord was leaving for Bulgaria the next day, where he planned to spend a few days before heading over to France for the ICW conference. He was planning to take this slut with him.

Pansy did not know what he wanted with her, and it was not her place to question her Lord's motives. He had told her and Narcissa to keep developing the island and its facilities in the time he would be away, and that was what they would do.

However, she was confident of one thing. Her Lord had plans for this bitch, and by the time he was done with her, she would be a completely changed woman, with this little split personality issue of her a thing of the distant past. No longer would she be a slut as well as the prim and proper Hermione Weasley. She would be Hermes, the slut. That was all.

TBC.

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