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Unknown Devotion
🕑 Added 2023-07-29 00:01:55 +0000 UTCHe was earlier than expected; the case had turned sour causing a reactive and swift end. A predicted two month undercover had turned into a mere three weeks of work. Add into it that Shacklebolt hadn’t wanted to allow the muggle girls into Saint Mungo’s for healing as he thought it would upset the ongoing reconciliation talks between the Light and Dark Faction. Harry had needed to personally step in and throw his weight around in order to get the girls treatment. So here he was, back in the manor on a night where he shouldn’t have been. He sat on the couch, whiskey in hand and let out an exasperated sigh.
“Harry?” He heard the soft voice from the stairs
His eyes snapped to the stairs where he saw Hermione walking down them. She was wearing one of his muggle dress shirts, her hair was completely untamed, he couldn’t tell if she was wearing any sort of pants as he only saw bare leg. He watched her come down and his eyes stared at the bare expanse of leg. His slightly buzzed mind reminded him that her skin was always soft under his hands. His eyes were wrenched away as she came to stand in front of him. His eyes travelled upwards and he saw the concern etched across her face. His eyes flicked to the glass in his hand for a moment.
“What happened?” She asked as she started
Harry scoffed and his gaze shifted to the side as he attempted to hide the rage he felt at the whole thing. He heard her gasp and felt her hands on his shoulder and head. It took a moment but then he remembered the graze of a cutting spell that had hit his shoulder near the neck. Apparently he had forgotten to clean the area after getting it healed.
“It’s fine Hermione.” He said as he swatted at her hands and turned his head back towards her. She was still bent forward her hands running over his shoulders and head. He swallowed hard as he had a clear view down the shirt she was wearing. The glimpse of her breasts was tantalizing as they jiggled with each movement. The shirt wasn’t loose enough to see her nipples but he got a wonderful view of cleavage bouncing and jiggling as she moved and checked him over. His magic flared in a moment of desire before he engaged some light occlumency.
Hermione paused as she felt the flare of magic well from Harry before it abruptly stopped. Her eyes snapped to his and saw that he was staring at her expose chest. She suppressed her own feelings before going back to looking him over. Once she was satisfied that he had been healed she pulled back. His eyes stayed locked at her chest before they snapped back to her face. She resisted the urge to look down, knowing that it would serve nothing at this moment. Instead she walked away to the kitchen to grab the amenities she kept for nights like that.
She returned with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses for them. Stopping in front of Harry she poured two glasses and handed them both. He set his whiskey down before grabbing taking them. She bent over to put the bottle on the stand next to them and Harry got his answer if she was wearing any sort of pants. A pair of boyshort panties hugged her ass and he got a wonderful glimpse at it from the side. She crawled onto the couch and curled up next to him. She grabbed a glass from him and his arm wrapped around her.
It was a familiar situation that they found themselves in. Harry frustrated from something related to work. Hermione just there, knowing that he needed the presence of someone. His hand curled around and started to idly run up along her side. He felt her shift for a moment then his hand was underneath her shirt running along bare skin. They stayed in silence for a few minutes; enjoying the closeness of one another. She broke the silence first questioning what had happened. Harry’s frustration shone through as he relayed as much of the information that he could. Including the information about the treatment of the muggles at St Mungo’s.
Hermione shuffled before planting a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for making sure they get some help. Gives me some much needed ammunition for the next Wizengamot meeting.”
“Is there an emergency meeting called?” Harry asked
“Yes, scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”
Harry scoffed, “Surprised Kingsley waited so long.”
“Lord Greengrass cited a need for the Aurors to investigate. Said Shacklebolt should’ve remembered that from his time in the Aurors. Still it will be good to remind people that muggleborns are important.” The stilling of Harry’s hand communicated his confusion so she continued, “Not helping muggles signals to all muggleborns that the purebloods do not care for non-magical families.”
Harry’s hand started its movement again, “Yeah but that’s always been the case.”
Hermione smiled even though Harry couldn’t see it, “True but the purebloods don’t understand that by not helping muggles affected by magic means they won’t help muggleborn families, and what do purebloods care about most?”
“Family.” Harry answered
“And money.” Hermione continued, “And as it stands muggleborns pay most of the taxes.”
“But with the bigotry and plain display to not help muggles, many may choose to leave.” Harry chuckled, “Their bigotry won’t see it.”
“So I get to have fun in the next meeting where people truly don’t understand whats happening.” She giggled.
The conversation turned away from the disastrous mission to the happenings of the Wizengamot. Harry hadn’t been able to keep up with the meetings and changes; though that is why he had appointed Hermione as Proxy all those years ago. She had served the position faithfully and had always maintained a position befitting the Potters. Harry would still receive the odd letter from other Lords and Ladies about her conduct; he would often have a laugh at them. Though he would need to get a memory from either Susan or Daphne from the next meeting.
The conversation faded and the two sat in another comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before Hermione activate the fire, providing their entertainment. She hadn’t been able to get any sort of electronics to work yet but had found a way to enchant the fire place to employ random movements and entertainment. Little bits of flame would dance across the floor, becoming figures and enacting plays and dramas. Simple sounds and actions were made and Hermione had coined it the magical equivalent of early silent movies. Harry had wanted her to sell the enchanting scheme but she chose to keep it reserved only for the two of them.
Harry didn’t really recognize how long they had stayed on the couch, watching the figures dance in the fire. They had gone through two full bottles of wine; well almost. He was finishing up the last of the second bottle. Hermione had long since stopped and was just laying down on the couch, her head in his lap. His hand roamed around on her stomach, enjoying the softness under his rough fingers. She had done as she always did and undone the bottom couple of buttons to offer some better access. The feeling of her soft skin was something that he always craved whenever they were like this.
Harry downed the last of the wine and debated asking Kreacher to fetch a third bottle. His hand had found a small bit of hair and was playing with it. He pulled and ran his fingers through the little bit of hair before stopping; his brain catching up to what he was feeling. His gaze snapped down and realized that he was running his hand through the neatly trimmed bush that Hermione preferred to keep. The boyshorts she was wearing earlier had been discarded. When had that happened? He hadn’t the foggiest. It was then he realized his hand was still resting on her pubic area. He made to snatch it away but she was faster. One of her hands clamped down on his wrist and held it there.
“Don’t.” She let out a small whine, “Take your pleasure.”
Harry’s gaze shifted to her head. He wanted to look into her eyes and confirm that he had heard her correctly. That she had said that phrase from back when they were hiding in the tent; the one that she used to signal that Harry could release some frustrations. He had stopped trying to pull his hand away once he heard that phrase and she had guided it down to her waiting pussy. His mind might still be processing everything that was going on, but his fingers had no such hesitation.
She was soaked. Two fingers easily entered and began pumping into her. She shifted around so she was laying on her back rather than her side. It was then he noticed that she had completely undone her shirt as her breasts spilled out. His fingers stopped as he stared at the piercings in her nipples. She whined and tried to move her hips to get Harry to move. He pulled his fingers out and brought his hand up to one of her breasts. She bit her lip as he started to play with her nipple, the ring piercing being flipped between his fingers.
“When did you get this?” His voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione whimpered as he continued to play with her nipples. Pleasure coursing straight to her core.
When she didn’t answer Harry tugged sharply, “Hermione.” He growled.
She gasped, “After you shagged Lavender last year.”
Harry paused, “Did you come home early and see us?”
Hermione whined as her head started to turn away. He used his free hand to grab her hair and force her head back so he could see her face. Her eyes remained tightly closed, refusing to look at him. He released her nipple before slapping her tit. She moaned in response but kept her eyes shut. He growled as he saw her thighs rubbing together out the corner of his vision. A quick wave of his hand and his magic forced her legs apart and held them still. Her eyes shot open and he saw the need and desire burning in them.
Harry’s magic pulsed with power as he spoke, “Answer the question Mione.”
“No.” She squeaked.
“Then how did you know?”
She whimpered as his magic enveloped her entire being. It wasn’t threatening but it was starting to overwhelm her senses.
“The bond.” She whispered.
His magic suddenly receded and she gasped at the missing warmth that she had started to enjoy. Her eyes searched his and she felt the shock echo across the bond. She could feel him actively searching the bond and exploring it once again.
“I forgot about this.” He whispered.
Hermione sat up and planted herself in his lap. Her hands came up to cup his face and she sent a wave of comfort across the bond. Harry’s hands came up and grabbed hers, bringing them down between the two of them. She could feel his own magic exploring the bond from his end.
“I should’ve ended that with you so long ago.”
Hermione mentally shrugged, “I don’t think you can. Magic seems to be directing this life-debt bond.”
Harry’s eyes searched hers for a few moments before his gaze moved back to her breasts and pierced nipples. His hands came up and toyed with them for a moment and she felt a spike of arousal come from him. The spike restarted her own bit of arousal and her nipples hardened a bit more under his ministrations.
“So you get to feel what I like?” He asked as he turned his full attention to her nipples.
She shifted position slightly and began to grind against his thigh, “Its more like impressions. You fantasized a lot about Lavender’s piercings in the nights afterwards.”
Harry chuckled, “That I did. Do you know what those fantasies entailed.” Hermione bit her lip and nodded, “Use your words.” Harry commanded.
“Me.” She whispered.
His hands grabbed and squeezed her tits as she continued to grind onto him, leaving a growing wetspot on his pants. Flickers of thoughts and images filtered across the bond, Harry’s imagination running wild about the things he wanted to do to her. Hermione whimpered as his hands traveled down and gripped her hips, stopping her ability to grind onto him.
“Do you remember the tent?”
Her mind blanked before she figured out what he was asking and nodded.
“Speak.” He ordered.
“Yes, I remember.”
Harry smirked before tossing manhandling her into position. She was bent sideways with her ass up in his lap. One of his hands pressed down on her back holding her in place while the other squeezed and played with her ass cheeks.
“You were a naughty girl keeping this from me.” He started, “And naughty girls need to be corrected. Don’t you think?” Hermione whimpered, recognizing that he hadn’t actually addressed her. “I think 20 spanks, ten per cheek should be a good enough reminder for you. Any objections?”
“No sir. Please correct my behavior.”
Harry started spanking her cheek, pausing after each one for Hermione to count off. She remembered the exact words to say and remained accurate through the spanking. He toyed with her pussy after each one, listening to her little whines and mewls as she let him do whatever he pleased. Every couple of spanks he would insert a couple of fingers and pump them into her pussy a few times but she knew the rules, no orgasm during corrective actions.
Harry enjoyed spanking Hermione. Each cheek had developed a bit of a rosy color where he found the contrast to her pale skin so wonderfully sexy. He moved out from underneath her and she tried to turn over; his magic kept her pinned so she couldn’t move. He stepped out of his own clothes and transfigured the couch into a bed. He thought about taking her from behind and staring at that wonderful ass but decided he wanted to see the desire in her eyes. With a thought he flipped her over onto her back enjoyed the look of desire he saw etched into her face. He got between her legs and teased her entrance with his cock. She whimpered as her hips wiggled against him.
“You’ve missed this cock haven’t you?”
Hermione nodded, her eyes fixated on where his cock rubbed and teased against her pussy. Her hands came down to grab at it iin an attempt to get him to enter her. She gasped as his magic flared pinning her hands above her head.
“Eager little slut. Are you that desperate to get fucked?” He continued to tease her by grinding against her clit.
“Please.” She begged, “Please fuck me.”
“That seems like a reward; and only good girls should be rewarded.” Harry contemplated, savoring the whine that escaped from Hermione.
“I’ll be good for Sir. I’ll be good for both Sir and future Lady.”
Harry did pause at that, “Future Lady?”
He didn’t miss the widening of her eyes as she realized what she had said. She started to wriggle about and he wasn’t sure if it was from nerves, horniness or a combination between the two. Taking pity he flooded the bond with feelings of reassurance whilst he summoned the mirror that was on the bookshelf.
“Susan Bones.” He stated and waited some time.
The face of Susan filled the mirror as she answered fairly quickly, “Harry? I though…”
“I’m okay, but are you alone? I have a question for you.” He interrupted. She nodded and he continued, “Did Hermione talk to you about any sort of bond?”
Susan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Yes she did, maybe a month ago after the initial agreement was signed. Told me about the bond, said you wouldn’t bring it up but that the deepness of it made it difficult for her to leave. Said, how did she put it… ‘That I will be a good companion for the Lord and Future Lady Potter.” Susan heard Harry tsk and saw his eyes flick away from the screen, “Why?”
Harry’s expression turned into something she hadn’t seen before, “Hermione decided to not inform me the full nature of the bond until tonight when she slipped and mentioned you.”
Susan’s eyes widened with excitement, “Really, so she’s been a bit naughty?”
Harry smirked, “It appears so, and I’m wondering if I should give her something that could be a reward.”
“Show me.” Susan demanded.
Harry hesitated for a moment, looking over at Hermione who had remained silent. He could feel her fidgeting and struggling against his magic keeping her pinned. Her blush had encompassed the entirety of her face and he felt both embarrassment and resolve from the bond. Harry turned the mirror so Susan could look at the situation. He could no longer see Susan but heard little whispers and murmurs as she stared at Hermione’s naked body.
“How wet is she?” Susan asked.
“Gushing.” Harry answered, slapping his cock against Hermione’s pussy as evidence. Susan giggled as she heard the wet slapping noise and Hermione turned her head away in embarrassment.
“What do you want him to do?” Susan asked.
Hermione stayed silent. Harry leaned forward and gave one of her tits a slap. She met his gaze and saw the displeasure etched in his face at her silence.
“To fuck me.” She whispered.
“To do what?” Susan asked
Hermione’s voice was louder, “I want Sir to fuck me.”
Susan giggled again, “Go ahead and reward the little slut.”
Harry turned the mirror around, “Do you want to watch?”
Susan sighed dramatically, “Some of us actually have to do work tomorrow. Besides, there will be many more times where I get to watch you fuck her silly.”
Harry smirked, “Love you.”
“Have fun.” Susan waved before the mirror screen went blank.
Harry set the mirror down and turned his attention back to Hermione. She had started to wiggle in anticipation and her breathing had gotten heavy. Harry leaned forward as he lined up with her entrance. He brought his face as close to hers as he could while teasing her one last time. He eased into her, enjoying the sensation of her walls pulsing around him. Harry kissed her as he buried himself completely within her pussy. He stopped kissing her as she ground her pelvis against him. One of his hands mauled her tits and played with her pierced nipples. He pounded into her a couple of times and it sent Hermione over the edge. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she spasmed underneath him. He released his hold on his magic pinning her down. Her arms immediately wrapped around his head and pulled him down into her neck while her legs wrapped around his body. Her feet dug into his ass as she tried to pull him as close as she could.
As she came down from the high she released her hold on him. Harry flipped them over and let Hermione relax on top of him. She continued to spasm and experience a shock of pleasure over the next couple of minutes. Harry started to thrust gently into her as he felt her walls stop clenching around him. Hermione began to get her strength back into her arms she pushed herself back up. Her nipples dragged against Harrys chest and she felt the wonderful tingle travel straight to her core. She smiled contentedly as her hips started to meet his gentle thrusts. The met in an easy kiss as Harry started to increase the pace of his thrusts. Harry ended the kiss and brought his hands down on her ass cheeks, giving them several spanks.
“You’ve had your pleasure, give me mine.” He ordered.
Hermione smiled at the familiar phrase, memories of the tent flitting through her mind. She raised herself up to where she was riding him. Her breasts bouncing alluringly with each bit of movement. She settled into and easy pace undulating her hips in the way she knew he liked. His hands gripped her hips though he did nothing to direct and she understood he just wanted to touch her. A glance down at his gaze and she delighted in the hungry desire she saw reflected in it. She brought her hands up to her hair and played with it, pulling and fanning it out behind her head. She knew that his eyes would be latched onto her breasts, and the movement would twist and move them in strange and delightful ways.
His hands came up to play and squeeze her boobs. His focus turned to completely to playing and plying her flesh. Her hands dropped down and covered his own encouraging him to continue in his efforts. Her pussy fluttered as he pulled and tugged on the piercings, playing with them.
“You got these for me.” He gave each piercing a tug for emphasis, “I wonder if I should mark your body elsewhere.” His thumb traced the underside of one of her boobs, “Perhaps the Potter crest tattooed here?”
Hermione gasped as she felt her magic react to the dominance and desire that emanated from Harry. A mini orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly throwing off her entire rhythm. A couple of spasms wracked through her and she fell forward onto Harry. He chuckled as he caught and wrapped his arms around her.
“Someone liked that idea, so why stop there. Maybe put something on your ass?” He mused aloud, “Property of Potter?”
Hermione gasped again, burying her head in his neck as her magic flared compounding the pleasure she was already experiencing. Harry couldn’t hold the laugh at her reaction. She felt him shift underneath her and knew what was coming; he had got tired of waiting for her to start moving again. Harry had planted his feet so he would have leverage. One arm wrapped around her waist whilst the other hand grasped some of her hair. He pulled on her hair and started to thrust hard into Hermione.
The sound of flesh clapping filled the room as Harry settled into a controlled frenetic pace. Hermione reveled in the combination of light pain from him pulling on her hair, and the near overwhelming pleasure as Harry pounded into her. This was no longer a mutual exchange; Harry had decided to take his pleasure and she was just there to provide the avenue for him to get it. She gasped out a constant stream of words; mostly utterances of “Fuck” “Yes” and “Fuck Me.” She was being used for Harry’s pleasure but she felt her own orgasm building once again, fueled by the rough pounding that she was receiving.
Harry loved to hear the incoherent words escaping from the normally brilliant woman. The clap of his hips hitting hers filled the room and he reveled in the pleasure he was feeling. He was close and could feel Hermione getting tighter around him as she approached her own orgasm. Her nipples dug into his chest, the metal piercings rubbing against his skin. His climax approached and he did nothing to hold it back, reveling in sheer high that he was riding. With one final thrust he buried himself deep into Hermione and pulled her entire body as close as he could wanting to feel as much of her skin against his that was possible. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent as his orgasm washed over him. He flooded her pussy with cum, triggering Hermione’s own orgasm.
“Fuck!” Hermione screamed, elongating the word as she felt Harry explode in her.
Her pussy milked Harry’s cock for all it was worth, clenching and squeezing it. Hermione felt her body tense as the peak of pleasure rolled through her. Harry’s breath at the sensitive skin of her neck sent little shivers throughout her body that she only felt as she started to come down from that high. Spasms and aftershocks of pleasure twitched through her body and she felt it go limp. After a moment she slipped off of Harry and the air immediately cooled the sweat on her skin.
Laying next to him she found his hand with one of her own. Pleasure and satisfaction echoed across the bond before she felt him shift around. His other hand came around and danced on her skin, playing with boobs and nipples. Her eyes opened to his hungry gaze devouring her form.
“Mine.” He said before leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and using his tongue to play with it.
“Yours.” She agreed before relaxing and letting him have his way with her.
She was his. She always would be.
