The President's office was bathed in the soft, late evening glow, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk in the center of the room. Mere minutes ago, the office had been filled with high-ranked members of the club and a certain beater's entourage who all had come together to finalize the signing.
Harry leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him, as he gazed at his dear secretary seated right opposite him. He watched her closely, his lips quirked in amusement, as she sat with a proud tilt to her head. The silence between them stretched on as they gazed at each other, pride shining in both their eyes.
He had watched her transform beautifully over the past week. She was much more assured of her femininity, from the way she embraced her new looks to how she seemed to flaunt her clothes that seemed to hug her curves without being overly suggestive. The Hermione of old would've gawked at the woman she had been transformed into, and Harry took sincere pride in bringing his former best friend out of her shell.
He took a deep breath, letting his sharp green eyes linger on the exposed skin right over where the neckline of her business suit began. "You've done exceptionally well, Hermes," he praised, his voice smooth, and his smirk widened when he saw her shiver in her seat. He had not called her that for a while now and it seemed she'd just been reminded of who she truly was to him. Disregarding it, he continued, "And I'm not just talking about Ivan or our newest beater. I'm proud of how you've come to embrace this side of yourself."
Hermes blushed slightly, her gaze flicking to the desk for a moment before meeting Harry's again. "Thank you, Master… I" She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip gently before she continued. "I should've believed you long ago. I never thought I'd… that I'd enjoy any of this as much as I have."
Harry's eyes glinted. That hesitation, the slight uncertainty—it was still there, but only a trace remained. She had come so far in such a short time, stepping into a world she hadn't even known she craved. And she was so close to fully embracing it, so close to falling into the identity he had crafted for her.
He leaned forward, his voice lowering. "Tell me, Hermes. How does it feel, really? To know that you can use your charms, your body, to get what you want. What we need. To realize how truly beautiful, enchanting, and sexy you can be. No longer the bookworm that you used to take so much pride in being."
Her blush deepened, but a small, proud smile tugged at her pink lips. She shifted in her seat, almost as if the mere mention of the topic brought back the sensations she had experienced over the past few days.
"It's… intoxicating," she admitted with an excited whisper, her smile wide and genuinely brilliant. "I'd only been with you before, and I'd come to accept it. Exploring others… it was strange at first. They were not my masters. I've been an efficient servant to you so far, the one who is honored to even be considered by you to be so intimate with, and… it was different this time. It wasn't just my duty and commitment to make sure I pleased you. No. It was for me as well. It was something I wanted."
Harry nodded, wanting to hear more of her thoughts. He wanted her to express herself fully, to be utterly honest about her thoughts and feelings with him.
"Go on," he encouraged. "How did it feel when you were with them? When you had control for the first time? When you knew you decided how far you wanted to go, how much intense you wanted it to be? How did it feel to be in charge like that?"
She let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh, but there was no mistaking that underlying confidence in her demeanor that was almost palpable now. It was not something that had been there before, and it pleased Harry to no end.
"I felt… powerful," she said wistfully, almost as if she was craving more of it already. "I mean… I know it wasn't love or duty. As you said, it was me trying out different flavors out there. Broadening my horizons. But just seeing how much influence I could have over them… the power… it was thrilling. Knowing how much I could make them want me… seeing how much they desired me… having this power to make them do what I wanted…" She trailed off, her eyes flickering with a mix of pride and excitement. "I never thought I had that in me."
Harry's smirk deepened, although he merely kept an amused smile on his face as he gazed at her.
"You've always had it in you, Hermes," he told her. "That desire to be in control, to always be in charge… that's who you've been since before we even met each other. It only manifested in that bossy attitude you had during our Hogwarts days."
"That was different," she tried.
"Was it really though?" Harry asked with a chuckle as he leaned back and regarded her. "Get your tits out."
She blinked at the sudden order but did as she was told without any further delay. Unbuttoning her silk shirt, she reached inside and grabbed her larger tits, pulling them out of the confines of her lace bra and displaying them proudly for both herself and her Master.
Harry stood up and approached her, conjuring a mirror in front of her with a casual wave of his hand. She gazed at herself in the mirror, watching Harry out of the corner of her eye as he walked across the desk and assumed his position behind her.
"Earlier, your desire to be in control came from here," he tapped her temples with both his hands. She moaned softly when his hands began trailing downward, caressing her cheek and neck before reaching out and grabbing hold of her tits. He gave them a soft squeeze, his lips pressed against the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access. Her eyes remained locked with his in the mirror as he fondled her tits, brushing his thumbs over her hard nipples as he dropped sensual kisses along the sensitive skin under her ear. "And now," he whispered, biting her earlobe gently. "Your desires come from here and everything else."
With a final squeeze of her tits, he pulled away from her, much to her muted protest and his silent amusement. He vanished the mirror and walked across, taking his seat once again.
"Fix your clothes."
She quickly obliged once again and buttoned up her shirt, pulling her blazer properly in place. "You've always had it in you. All you needed was the right push in the right direction. A right opportunity."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she gave him a grateful look. "You opened this door for me, Master. I would've never even thought that I could have something like this in my life. I had no idea how much of myself I'd been holding back earlier. I mean, as you said, I've always been one to want to be in control, and a good girl, as they say. But what you've shown me… it's so much more than anything I could've ever thought to be."
"It's like a part of you that you didn't know existed has been woken up, and now you feel better than ever before," Harry surmised.
"When I was with you before…" She whispered, reminiscing. "I could feel these two entities within me battling against each other over what is right and what is wrong. Now though… I can't hear those voices. It feels so peaceful. Maybe because I've come to fully accept this as a part of myself. It feels I'm… free."
Her voice shook slightly in the end, as though even saying it out loud was giving her a sense of liberation. Harry leaned back slightly in satisfaction as he watched her closely, the light casting a faint glow on her face, highlighting how sincere she looked at that moment.
"Free?" He asked, feigning curiosity. "Do explain."
She nodded eagerly, leaning forward as if she was compelled to elaborate. "It's just… I never thought I could be the type of woman who could… do things like this. I mean, it's not just about the physical side of things, though that's been… more than amazing." She hesitated slightly again, although not out of embarrassment, but a bit flustered. "It's that I feel finally in control of myself in a way I never did before. I always thought of sex as a duty, something distant that was more of a task or obligation, but now… it's something I own. Something I can use if I want to and when I want to."
She smiled with a glint of excitement in her eyes that amused Harry to no end. "And the pleasure… I never imagined it could truly feel so good. With you… with Ivan… with Hugh…" She trailed off, a soft laugh escaping her. "I mean, apart from you, I know no one else was going to be serious, but I never expected to feel this free, this alive after everything. I finally understand what you've been talking about all this time. I just needed to experience it for myself before."
Harry's smirk threatened to break free, but he kept his expression carefully under control. She truly believed she had taken charge of those encounters with Ivan and Hugh the beater, believing that those two had been real, when in fact, they had been him all along. Every sigh, every gasp, every moan that escaped her had been for him, even though she thought they had been for them. And yet, her words about feeling alive, about finally owning herself – it was all the more satisfying because he had orchestrated every moment of her liberation. Funny what a combination of Polyjuice and memory charms could do.
"I'm glad to hear that, Hermes," Harry said softly, his voice almost caressing her flawless skin. "You deserve this. All of it. No matter the past, I know you've always been such a capable woman, but now, finally seeing you like this – seeing you step into your own power – it's remarkable."
Her cheeks flushed, both with pride in herself, and gratitude toward her Master. Her eyes shone as she spoke, "I couldn't have achieved any of this without you, Master. You gave me the chance and the push to explore this, to discover this part of myself. If it weren't for you… I'd probably still be stuck in my old routine with that worthless man who couldn't care less if our lives were destroyed…" She let out a disdainful chuckle, and although the sound was light, it was full of newfound disregard and confidence. "I always thought I had to play by all the rules… but now… now, I feel like I can really do anything."
And there it was, his true motivation behind this endeavor. It had also been fulfilled now. When she had been with him, it had been out of obligation, and she had been in constant conflict over her desires and how much of it was due to this duty that he had bound her with. However, here in Bulgaria, he had given her full freedom to pursue what she wanted. Being in full control of her actions now, she had made her choices. As a result, any conflict that had remained within her over right or wrong had now vanished entirely.
Harry hated this woman. There was no doubt in his mind regarding that fact. But it was also true that he wanted her when she was fully herself. A conflicted servant was undesirable. He wanted her to want him truly with every fiber of her being. He knew she also desired and craved this sensation. It was not only because a vow was forcing her to remain subservient to him. That was a temporary approach, no matter how permanent it might be in nature, and true permanence was always preferable. Only then was he going to bestow upon her his mark, and it seemed she had taken the first true steps toward that moment of salvation.
"And that's exactly what I wanted for you," Harry nodded, satisfaction curling in his chest. "My methods might have seemed cruel, but sometimes, it's necessary to get the point across. You deserve this, Hermes. All of it. You've always been a capable person, but you also deserve to know about your abilities when it comes to the carnal component of your life. You are a desirable woman, and you deserve to see the proof of it. Believe me when I say that you deserve to realize this part of you."
A genuine smile overtook her features and Harry watched as she got up and walked around the desk. She stood before him for a long moment, her eyes filled with devotion, before she slowly turned his chair toward herself and lowered herself to her knees.
Her eyes, devout and filled with desire, bored into his own, her gratitude pouring out of her. "Thank you, Master. I really didn't understand you at first. But now, I know. I was stubborn, and you needed to work around that to make me who I am today. I don't think I can every truly repay you for this. For everything you have done for me."
"Oh you most definitely can," Harry smirked. "Because you will be my loyal follower from now on. Right?"
She nodded eagerly, and Harry smirked when her hand inched forward.
"Go on, show me how self-assured you've really become," Harry encouraged, and Hermes grinned. She made a quick work of his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing her hand inside. He grunted in approval when her hand wrapped around his manhood and she fished it out quickly from its confines, stroking it eagerly.
"You've enjoyed your time here in Bulgaria, haven't you?" Harry asked as he softly stroked her hair, smirking when she subconsciously leaned into his touch.
Stroking him eagerly, she nodded up at him. "I have. I didn't really expect to, but I really did. More than I thought possible. It's funny, you know? I thought it'd feel transactional when you first talked about it, or that I'd feel even more guilty, but instead… it felt right. It all feels right now. I'm finally taking control of something I never thought I'd wanted."
Harry's smirk deepened, though his face remained composed, and he released a sigh of approval when she parted her lips and wrapped them around the head of his prick, pushing her tongue out and lapping away at the crown.
Control. It was such an illusion he had created for her, and she had embraced it fully. She thought she had been the one making the decisions, the one seducing those men. But it had been him. Always him.
"Ivan and Hugh," Harry said casually, his voice was deeper as Hermes continued to push her mouth downward until she had half of his cock inside her. "How did they truly take it all? No awkwardness in the end, I assume?"
"None," she shook her head as she pulled her mouth off his cock, letting out a small laugh as she stroked him. "They were… actually perfect about it. Respectful, even. They both understood it was a one-time thing. I made sure to make that clear, as you asked me to. And I agree. They too accepted it. Although…"
Harry raised an eyebrow as she trailed off. "Although what?"
"I… I realized that although I had so much fun being in control… there's no substitute to being with you," she admitted, and Harry's eyes glinted. "I've tried out the forbidden fruit, Master, and I was the one who made that choice. But I'm making a choice again. I… I want to be loyal to you from now on. Completely."
Harry nodded, a smile of satisfaction on his face. Of course, they accepted it. The memories he had planted in their minds after every encounter had been flawless. They both believed they had fucked Jessica numerous times over the past week, just as she believed she had slept with them on multiple occasions. None knew the truth, apart from him. Additionally, she wanted to remain his faithful from now on, and it amused him to see she believed she had made this choice. He shook his head softly. It was perfect from his standpoint in every sense.
"Well, I'm glad things worked out so masterfully," Harry nodded for her to continue, and she eagerly took him in her mouth once again, descending lower with every passing second. "You've truly come into your own, Hermes. And we're all better for it."
She beamed as she gazed up at him with her mouth full of his cock, and Harry smiled as he watched her closely. She was now firmly his – mind, body, and spirit. That little split personality issue that she had developed existed no more. She would never know how deeply he had controlled every aspect of her liberation, and that made it all the more satisfying.
Hermione Weasley née Granger had finally achieved freedom, and he had been the enabler of it all. She would remain his faithful, and from now on, she would want it with her entire being.
-Break-
Harry gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white, as his body shuddered with release. Hermes' breathless moans filled the air, her body arching beneath him as they both rode out the final waves of their combined orgasms. His cock kept shooting rope after rope of his thick, hot seed deep inside her wanton snatch.
She gripped him tightly to herself with her arms and legs wrapped around him. The scent of sweat, musk, and satisfaction hung in the air, their bodies entangled on top of the desk in the aftermath of the intense pounding he had given her.
Harry's hand slid down her thigh, savoring the feel of her skin, slick with warmth and sweat. His lips clamped down hard on her sensitive neck and breathing heavily, he slowly pulled back. He started at the mark had left there with satisfaction, knowing the hickey would remain.
"I'll wear it as a badge of honor," she said breathlessly as she gazed up at him with adoration.
Harry smirked and slowly climbed off her, leaving her lying on top of the desk. Her chest heaved, her breasts showing the firm red marks that stood proof of his firm grasp on them while he'd fucked her. She lazily stretched her arms over her head, her body still humming with the pleasure of their intense sex. There was a contented smile on her face as she gazed at Harry who raked his eyes over her form.
"So…" She began with a little quieter voice. "I guess this is it for now, then?"
Harry pulled on his shirt and slowly buttoned it up as he nodded, his voice calm and authoritative as always. "Yes, for now. Our job's done here in Bulgaria. It's time for you to head back to England. There are a few things I've got to handle in France, including the ICW Conference."
She sat up slowly, her pussy tingling as she clenched it, and she smiled when she felt his release deep within her. Harry glanced at her and smirked. She slowly climbed off the table and bent down to pick her clothes up one by one. Rolling his eyes, Harry waved his hand, and all her remaining clothes, from her lingerie set to her skirt, were deposited on the table.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. She began to put on her bra and knickers, feeling his eyes on her. "And when I'm back in England? What do you want me to do?"
Harry hid back a smirk as he gazed at her. "I want you to go to Pansy first."
Hermione stiffened at the mention of the former Slytherin. "Parkinson?" She asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism.
"You can't exactly go out looking like that now, can you? She'll take care of things in my absence. Don't worry, you can trust her. She knows what to do."
Hermione was still hesitant as she remarked, "We didn't exactly get along back then, as you well know. I don't know if she'd be"
"I wasn't exactly chums with her either, and now look at us," Hary replied with a smirk, cutting her off. "She knows her place now. The last thing she'll ever do is something that would disappoint me. She may have her… ways, and she has her past, but you'll find she's changed now. Besides…" His voice dropped slightly, his eyes darkening with a hint of mischief. "I'm giving you free reign to get involved with her. And with Cissa, if you want to continue."
Hermione's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, and her hands paused. Chuckling, Harry walked over and stood behind her, snapping her bra back in place.
"Cissa? The other woman who was there?" She asked softly.
Smirking, he held her by the shoulders, feeling goosebumps rising across her skin as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Cissa, or Narcissa Malfoy, formerly, that is."
He felt her stiffen under his touch and slowly turned her around, watching her gazing at him with wide eyes.
"Surprised? I'm surprised as well that you didn't figure it out already. She looks much different, but one can tell if one looks closely enough," Harry smirked. "She's fully devoted to me as well, and I trust her fully. If you're feeling adventurous enough, I'm sure the two of them could show you a thing or two. But it's your choice if you want to get involved with them. However, while I'm not there, you will follow their lead, abide by what they ask you to do. And if you want to explore… more, I'd say you should."
Hermione glanced sideways, uncertainty flickering in her gaze once more. "I don't really know, to be honest. Parkinson and I have never seen eye to eye, and Narcissa, well…"
Harry held her by the waist, caressing her bare skin gently. "Listen, Hermes. This is another step for you. You've come so far in such a short time, opened yourself up so much. Pansy and Cissa – if you choose – will help you explore even more. You've enjoyed the time you've spent here, haven't you?"
Hermione nodded slowly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she reminisced about her time here in Bulgaria. She had reveled in the liberation she had attained here and tasted pleasures she had never dreamed possible. However, truly choosing to be involved with Pansy Parkinson and the former Narcissa Malfoy made her hesitate.
Harry resisted the urge to sigh and reached around, firmly grabbing her by the bare rump and pulling her flush against himself. The woman gasped softly, gazing up at him with slightly widened eyes.
"Have I led you wrong thus far? Even when things seemed cruel, it had all been for your benefit. I want you to trust me now as well. Pansy and Cissa are both valuable in their own right. You'll learn from them, and you'll grow. Don't be afraid of what you can become."
Hermione exhaled slowly, the tension draining from her shoulders. Despite her reservations about the two women, Harry's words had a way of cutting through her doubts, reassuring her in ways no one else could. She felt the same pull and conviction in his words that had brought her where she stood today, confident in herself and her abilities. She could feel herself wanting to place the same trust in him now that she had placed in him from the beginning.
"All right," she said finally, her voice soft but steady. "I'll go to Pansy. And… I'll see how things go with her and Narcissa."
Harry gave her a satisfied smirk. "Good girl. You'll thank me later."
Hermione gave him a small smile in return. She trusted him, but she knew dealing with the two women would be… interesting, to say the least. She'd already been with them earlier when she'd arrived on the island, so perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
"Now put your clothes on. We leave in an hour for the portkey," he instructed, and she nodded. She quickly dressed herself back up, and just as she put on her blazer, she frowned when he stepped in front of her. Her eyes fell on his outstretched hand and her brows furrowed as she took in what it was.
"What is it?"
"Take it. It's for you," Harry said firmly, and Hermione was slightly surprised to note the utter seriousness in his voice. He seemed different now, raw and primal. She slowly reached out and her hand closed around the small piece of vial. Taking it from him, she gazed at the swirling wisp inside it.
"Watch it when you get back," he instructed, and Hermione found herself nodding. His lips pursed slightly, and Harry nodded back. "Come. We'll say our goodbyes before we leave. Be sure to remain courteous and not give anything away when you see Ivan or Hugh."
"Yes, sir," Hermione said softly, nodding. She quickly schooled her features into a more neutral one as she put the vial in the inside pocket of her blazer. Her mind was fixated on the memory that Harry had given her and she wondered just what it was that he wanted to share with her.
As they walked, Harry glanced at her with pursed lips before he shifted his gaze straight ahead.
Hermione had voluntarily submitted herself to him, and she was now his, in every aspect. It was now time for her to know the truth, and to face the reality that she had been blind to for so long.
If she accepted her fault in pushing him to this path, good for her. If she remained fixated on her path of moral superiority though… well, he would see about that.
-Break-
Just as Harry and Hermione left the facilities of Vratsa Vultures, Pansy Parkinson finished reading out the missive she had received from her Master, gazing at her companion with a small smirk on her face.
Narcissa slowly placed her cup of tea on the table beside her and tilted her head slightly, her grey eyes meeting Pansy's.
"He's played this game as masterfully as we thought," she remarked smoothly. "That woman might feel she's been in control, but she's nothing but a pawn in the grand scheme of things."
"Our Master has always been several steps ahead of everyone," Pansy said proudly. She crossed the room and sat on the armrest of the chaise, her dark hair cascading over her left shoulder. "He's always been the master of control."
"It's been his plan for her since the start," Narcissa said with a small smirk. "To give her just as much freedom that she never realizes the chains."
"Weasley will arrive here with all the pride she's undoubtedly feeling in herself. She'll feel empowered… liberated and yet, she'll never know every single choice she's made is truly his."
"We'll take her through this, as he wants us to," Narcissa smirked. "I took great fun in ordering that bint around the last time she was here. I can't wait to put her to good use once again."
Pansy nodded. "And what about the memory he's given her? What if she regrets her mistakes?"
"In the unlikely event that it happens, I'd say better late than never," Narcissa replied. "But do you really think that'd happen?"
Pansy merely shrugged. "I don't really care in either case, to be honest. All I know is that she'll always remember where her place is."
Narcissa nodded with a smirk. "Enough about her. Come over here. I don't want you to forget where your place is."
Chuckling, Pansy stood up and approached the blonde who smirked and spread her legs apart. Pansy lowered herself to her knees and gazed up at Narcissa who nodded, and she leaned forward, burying her face between her thighs.
"Oh yes…" Narcissa groaned in approval as she grabbed Pansy's head and pushed her firmly against her needy quim, feeling her start to eat her out with enthusiasm. "Soon, Weasley. Soon."
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