Power and Control

To be fair to Hermione, Harry had been a right bastard with the conditions he had imposed on her. No touching herself, refraining from release, and even leaving her arse bruised and swollen. Safe to say, Hermione had had a very troublesome week.

Ron and she had still not spoken since their spat. In fact, her husband had taken to ignoring her whenever they were together, which was not much considering he had been sleeping in the spare bedroom ever since then. Hermione found, to her obvious surprise, that she did not care. In her opinion, she had been in the right and she was not going to budge and accept defeat. He could apologize and they could resume talking, but if he did not want to do something as miniscule as accepting that he was in the wrong, then it was his problem. She was not going to lose sleep over his immaturity. She was done caring.

That was not to mention the emotional turmoil she had been in. Ever since that clandestine encounter with Harry, she had not been able to keep her treatment at his hands out of her mind. The way he had degraded and used her should have made her feel disgusted with him, but instead, she felt disgusted with herself for liking and even craving more of it.

"Do you need any help, ma'am?" A polite female voice behind her almost made her jump and she whirled around with wide eyes. The saleswoman held her hands up in apology. "I'm sorry for startling you."

Hermione took a deep breath and calmed her racing heartbeat, her hand resting on her chest.

"It's okay uh… Jennifer," she said, noticing the woman's name on her tag. "I'm uh… yeah, I guess I could use a little help."

The place she found herself in felt alien to her. She knew sexy garments were in the trend in the muggle world and were slowly making their way into the wizarding fashion as well. However, she had never thought about incorporating them into her wardrobe. As such, she was entirely new to this affair and could certainly use some professional help.

'And Harry wants the best,' she thought, a forbidden desire coursing through her. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint him.

"I'm sure I can help you out. What are you looking for?" Jennifer asked politely.

Hermione recalled what Harry had said the other night and paraphrased in the most non-explicit way she could.

"Some new dresses, undergarments included, that might look good on me," she said a bit awkwardly.

"Any special occasion you need it for or…?"

"You can say that. It's for… err…"

"Say no more," the saleswoman chuckled. "I understand. How does velvet sound? It's in the trend these days."

Hermione saw the woman hold up a dark blue velvet dress and she stared. It was strapless, with a string that would tie around the back of her neck, leaving her shoulders and entire upper chest bare. She could see it had a deep neckline and it would showcase ample cleavage. Her eyes trailed down and she saw a large slit near where her left thigh would be. It would show her bare thigh but would cover everything else perfectly. All in all, a classy yet sexy dress that she believed would not disappoint Harry.

"I love it," she whispered, having never worn something like that before. There were only two things she could say that might come close to this one – her dress at the Yule Ball back in her fourth year at Hogwarts, and her wedding dress.

"Nice," Jennifer smiled. "Would you like stockings with it?"

Hermione thought about it for a moment before she shook her head negatively.

"I'll take a few. Don't think I want them with this one."

"Okay. Now the only thing left is lingerie. If you'd follow me please," Jennifer gestured for her to follow.

Once they reached the section, she stared around at the sheer variety on display. She knew there were vast collections but to see it all first-hand… she couldn't imagine most of those to be for anything but visual appeal.

"Believe me when I tell you your husband's gonna feel so lucky to have you when he sees you in this," Jennifer grinned as she held up a matching dark blue set of bra and panties that looked so sheer Hermione thought she might as well wear nothing underneath. She took the panties from her and stared.

"I hope you're not uncomfortable with knickers that ride up your behind a little bit?"

Hermione merely shook her head mutely.

"Great. Your husband's gonna love these thongs."

Hermione did not bother to correct the woman.

'What will I even say? That this isn't for my husband but for our former best friend who's now become our biggest enemy and wants to destroy our peaceful life? The same friend who has made me his personal plaything?' She thought. 'I bet she'd think I'm some sick and twisted slut if I told her how much I liked it.'

"If you like the concept then I can sort out a collection for you," the woman suggested. "I'll make sure there's proper variety of colors, patterns, and designs for you."

"Please do," Hermione nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. She could keep on reading book after book for hours without feeling even the slightest of strains but this little activity had tired her out within minutes. She truly was not made for this.

"I'll be right up with you in ten minutes. Until then, please feel free to browse our collections of dresses. Who knows? Maybe something will catch your eye."

"I'll do that," Hermione nodded.

It was fifteen minutes later when she walked out of the store with half the money Harry had given her and a bag full of three dresses, seven pairs of lingerie, and stockings to go with it all. She stepped into the alleyway and put the bag inside her bottomless bag before leaving.

She was on her way to the nearest tea shop when something caught her eye.

Hermione had no idea what made her do it but she found herself walking into the store and the sight that greeted her made her go still at the entrance.

She stood there for at least a minute before she realized what she was doing. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward and started looking for anything that might catch her eye.

As she reached the section with outfits, her heart fluttered. There was a large variety of costumes on display. She spotted the ones she had seen strippers wear in a few movies and immediately discarded them. However, the next one made her pause.

It was a French maid outfit that was obviously too small for even her, not to mention revealing. She knew her rear would barely be covered by that flimsy extension of fabric that the manufacturers must believe could pass for a skirt. She might not be too experienced but even she knew how much those maid outfits were popular among males. She picked it up and inspected it.

"Ah, the classic French maid outfit. Very popular," the salesman said with a grin. Hermione paid him no heed and kept staring.

"How much is it?" She asked. She could feel sweat sliding down her back as she realized she was truly going to buy such a slutty outfit for someone who was not her husband, and nothing was compelling her to do it. Instead, she was doing it on her own volition.

"120 quid," the salesman replied. "200 with the heels and the plug."

Hermione's eyes widened when she saw that the outfit came with a buttplug. She gingerly picked it up, staring at the engraving on it.

Master's Property.

A surge of thrill coursed through her womanhood and her breathing grew labored. The words felt oddly fitting.

She shook her head as she stared.

"The outfit ain't complete without the two. You can try it on in the back if you want," the salesman pointed out.

Hermione nodded and followed the salesman toward the back where she assumed the trial rooms must be located. The man held a door open for her and she entered, turning around as the door closed behind her. It was larger than the usual trial room but she did not pay it any mind and quickly went to work.

Her top and jeans came off in no time and she hung them up on the hooks, standing in only her plain white bra and panties as she stared at the slutty outfit. Her breathing intensified as she unzipped it and put it on. Zipping it back up was a bit challenging but she managed just fine. The stockings were a bit different from the usual ones and a lot tighter as well, but she firmly pulled them up in place.

It was a bit wobbly on the high heels but she tried her best to balance herself and once she was done, she stared at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.

She could not believe she was wearing something so slutty and it made her feel even hotter than before. She had been pent up for days and every night had been a challenge with Harry's thoughts, his touch, and the sensation of his manhood overwhelming her in her dreams. If only he'd not restricted her…

Her eyes fell on the only item left and she held it up. She gulped as she thought about what she was going to do.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and she whirled around, her eyes wide in shock.

"I forgot to give you this. It comes complimentary with the outfit," the salesman said as he stepped inside the small room. He openly ogled her, staring at her cleavage and the exposed knickers under her flimsy skirt as he held up a small bottle of what Hermione recognized as lube.

She stood still, her mind hardly registering his audacity when he remarked casually, "I think it suits you. Put the plug inside and the outfit is complete."

He squirted the lube on the pointed end of the buttplug she'd been holding in front of her and Hermione jerked when he reached forward and touched her.

Suddenly, the salesman went limp and a wave of magical discharge coursed through Hermione, straight through her core and she winced. Her eyes widened even further when the salesman dropped to the floor, unmoving.

"What the fuck?" She whispered and quickly looked around. There was no one else in the shop and she quickly closed the door to the trial room before she squatted to check on the man. Her breath hitched when she felt no pulse.

"Oh no… Merlin no… what the hell was that!?" She whispered.

It did not take long for realization to dawn on her. She had not cast any spell and the magical surge she had felt right when the salesman went down was oddly familiar.

"Harry…" she whispered, firmly grasping the front of her maid outfit in a fist while holding the lubed buttplug in the other.

Fortunately, her senses returned shortly, and with wide eyes, she collected all her belongings. Once she was done, she twisted on the spot and apparated back to her apartment. It was a boon that Ron had moved into the other room and thus, she had complete privacy when she arrived. Wasting no time, she changed her attire and put the maid outfit and everything else that came with it inside her bottomless bag.

She dropped to the bed just as the adrenaline rush wore off and clamped her hand on her mouth.

"Harry…" a soft whimper left her lips as she stared ahead with teary eyes unblinking.

-Break-

"Fuck yes…" Harry grunted and lifted his hips just as Narcissa's mouth plunged even deeper onto his cock, feeding more of his length into her throat. His now-young lover was so full of enthusiasm and she loved to suck his cock so much. He watched how her eyes were set in mirth as she lapped away at his length with her tongue, and he gently swept her lustrous blonde hair back. He loved looking into those gray orbs full of adoration whenever she sucked him off.

Right between his legs was Pansy on her elbows as she rolled one of his balls in her mouth. The little slut always loved to show how eager she was to please her lord and Harry always found amusement in seeing that sight of utter adoration of the face of someone who used to loathe him so much. Her tongue licked over his balls as she sucked them and he gently caressed her tresses with his free hand, making her preen.

It was all too easy.

"Come here, Pansy," he ordered and his brunette slut eagerly obliged. She crawled over on her hands and knees toward his face and he gestured for her to take her position.

Grinning, she straddled his face and Harry reached upward, grabbing her thighs as he lowered her pussy right over his lips.

"Mmm… ohh my lord…" Pansy moaned as her lord's wonderful tongue slithered over her wet pussy. She gripped the headboard hard as she held herself upright on her lord's face who teased her folds with his tongue.

Narcissa glanced up and saw the girl riding their lord's face. She hummed around his length, smiling to herself when it lurched, and eagerly fucked her face over it. Her lord's cock slid deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly, and she expertly controlled her gag reflex. All that got out was the occasional schluck as her lord's wet prick invaded her throat.

Harry kept his eyes closed as he maneuvered Pansy on top of his mouth. She was so wet for him and as he lapped away at her quim, he could not help but chuckle to himself. Here he was, with his cock lodged deep inside Malfoy's mother's mouth, although she barely looked like it, while his ex-girlfriend saw with her naked and wet pussy right on his face, both naked. He wondered what he would've looked like right now if he could see this sight, and he could not help but feel a sense of loss that the bastard had died. He would've given anything to have been able to see that look of impotent rage on the little shitstain's douche face.

He felt Narcissa pull her mouth off his length before he felt something even warmer engulf him. Unbidden, a groan escaped his mouth, sending a thrum of pleasure straight into Pansy's core, as Narcissa's hot and tight pussy clamped around his girth, hugging him passionately.

Narcissa let out a satisfied moan as she was filled with her lord's magnificent length once again. No matter how many times she stuffed his massive rod inside her, it felt like her first time. He stretched her out so brilliantly, filling her so completely, and every time, she felt his manhood was made for fucking her and all the woman he would one day have.

"Ahh my lord… so big… ohh… so big…" she moaned. "You feel so good in me… ahh I feel so full my lord… fuckk!"

Harry felt bad for letting her do all the work and in no time, he was aiding her as eagerly as she was fucking herself raw on his cock. He rocked his hips, thrusting upward, and Narcissa cried in pleasure as she felt her lord's cock slide harder and harder into her. She thrust her ass down on his cock with even more urgency, loving how her supple round rear jiggled as it slapped against him.

While Harry fucked Narcissa, he gently parted Pansy's folds and slid his tongue in. The brunette let out a loud moan and her thighs tightened slightly around his head as she felt her lord's tongue slither past her folds and into her pussy. She could feel it lap away at her juices and all she could do was gasp and moan filthily as her lord pleasured her.

"Ahh my lord… ohh you're so kind… fuck… it's my duty to… ahh… to pleasure you… but you… ohh fuck… you… OOOHHHH FUCCKKKK!"

Pansy cried out to the heavens as she felt the most miraculous sensation she had ever felt. Her lord's tongue that was pushing deep inside her suddenly started to rock back and forth, touching every sensitive nerve ending there was inside her pussy. It felt as if he was stimulating all the sensitive spots of her pussy at the same time as his tongue vibrated inside her womanhood.

Harry smirked to himself as he used Parseltongue to pleasure the brunette. He knew she'd love it. He wanted to make all of them cum at the same time, and this was the best way to ensure that.

Already, he could feel himself get closer to his climax and Narcissa's hot and tight wetness around his girth only intensified his arousal, bringing his orgasm closer and closer to him every second.

Narcissa leaned forward and cupped Pansy's large breasts, pulling on her puffy nipples. She saw the expression of sheer bliss on the girl's face and grinned as she leaned forward.

Pansy moaned as her lips met Narcissa's in a filthy kiss. They kissed like deviants possessed as Narcissa fondled the girl's tits. They were smaller than her but perkier, and her nipples were surprisingly larger for her proportions.

The blonde beauty pulled away from the kiss and cried out as suddenly, her lord began to furiously rut away inside her. He pounded her hard, repeatedly slamming inside her with more power.

"Fuck me… fuck me…" Narcissa chanted, over and over, as she held onto Pansy who was faring no better.

Harry reached around and gripped Narcissa's round arse-cheeks firmly as she slammed her wet pussy against him. The thought about pulling out and stuffing Pansy's little cunt with his manhood but for the life of him, he did not want to leave Cissa's tight pussy right now.

"Oh fuck… fuck… I'm… ohh… there… yess! I'm cumming!" Narcissa cried out as Harry gave a powerful thrust, slamming against her cervix. Her orgasm crashed through her, rocking her as she violently shuddered in Pansy's embrace who was shivering herself as her orgasm approached her.

"Yess… my lord yess… aahhhh!"

Harry grunted just as he felt Pansy convulse right on top of him. Narcissa's pussy was gripping him like a vice and he could not have stopped even if he tried. The head of his prick expanded inside Narcissa's orgasming pussy before a thick load of his seed slammed deep inside her. The blonde moaned in pleasure as she and Pansy held each other, both riding out their respective climaxes together as their lord came.

Minutes passed after Harry shot one final load deep inside Narcissa and they remained as they were. The two women kept their arms wrapped around each other, their faces flushed and resting against each other's shoulders as their tits remained mashed up. All the while, Harry remained still under them.

Slowly, they rolled off him and he glanced down at them with a smirk.

"Nice start to the day already," he remarked. Both Narcissa and Pansy grinned.

"The best," the former replied. "I should get started on our breakfast, my lord."

Harry nodded and watched as she climbed off the bed, paying particular attention to the way her large tits and her voluptuous rear bounced as she stepped forward. Naked, she paraded out of the room, swaying her arse seductively while glancing over her shoulder at him with an impish grin. That minx.

Hearing a small rustle, he spied Pansy on her elbows and knees, having reassumed her position between his legs. However, this time, she leaned forward and took his semi-flaccid and still-sensitive cock in her mouth. Harry released a soft breath as he felt his prick, slick with his and Narcissa's combined juices with the tip coated with his cum, being engulfed by her slutty mouth.

Pansy eagerly sucked her lord off, intent on cleaning it of all the fluids, irrespective of whose they were. She moaned as she tasted his familiar seed and glanced up to see him watching her with a smirk.

"My lord, I was thinking about something," the brunette said, her voice slightly muffled against his cock.

"No talking while feasting, Pansy," he gently chided.

Pansy nodded gently as she continued to clean his cock with her mouth. Her tongue eagerly lapped away at his length, licking off every bit of slick juice. Harry nodded in satisfaction when she finally pulled away.

"Go on. What were you thinking about?"

"When are you going to bring more women in, my lord?" She asked.

Harry stared at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I hope you're not looking to slack off, my dear Pansy," he said in a slightly warning tone.

Pansy's eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously.

"Never, my lord!" She proclaimed. "I'll never do something like that!"

"Good," Harry nodded. "Why're you asking?"

"It's just… I remembered someone who might be a very good fit. In fact, I feel you might get your most faithful if things work out."

"Is that so?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, intrigued. "Who are you talking about?"

"The Greengrass sisters," she replied. "Daphne was in our year while her sister Astoria was one year below us."

Harry knew about the Greengrasses. The family that prided itself on being the neutral party. The family that refrained from taking sides. The family that always strove to stay out of any conflict. Some called them smart, others called them cowards.

When one looked at it from the outside, it did seem like a wise course of action. Alas, when it came to a madman, neutrality was impossible.

Since they were a part of the so-called Sacred whatever-the-fuck-the-number-was-now, Voldemort expected Greengrass to join his cause. The mad bastard had even sent his Death Eaters over several times to recruit the man. However, Cyrus Greengrass was an avid believer in neutrality and he always politely turned the Death Eaters away. The man did aid those pricks in a few places, as he did their side as well, all in a bid to remain neutral the best he could.

Unfortunately for the man, Voldemort grew impatient when pressure mounted on him. When the dark prick realized his Horcruxes were being hunted and Harry was spotted in Hogwarts, he ordered his Death Eaters to fetch every able witch or wizard they could find who had supported their cause for the final battle. Greengrass declined to provide his aid, and a battle ensued. Although they put in a valiant effort, both the man and his wife were murdered in their ancestral manor before it was demolished by the Death Eaters.

It was sheer fortune that the two Greengrass sisters had been at Hogwarts at the time and thus, were saved from being massacred with their parents.

"What about them?" Harry asked. "You're friends with them or something?"

"I won't call us exactly friends," Pansy said with a small frown. "Daphne and I never saw eye to eye. She hates blood purity and everything about pureblood supremacy, and I never really hid my prejudices."

Harry did not need to be a genius to understand why Daphne Greengrass would absolutely loathe Pansy as she had been back in the day and he had to admit he was intrigued by this. It was not common to find someone from the house of the snakes who disagreed with the notion of blood purity, let alone disgusted with the concept.

It was also quite a bit of progress for Pansy to acknowledge her shortcomings in this way and Harry had to commend her for that. He grabbed her hair in a fist and gently tugged. The brunette got the message and scooted upward, pressing herself against his left.

"Go on, Pansy. What about the Greengrass sisters?"

Pansy pressed herself close to her lord, smiling when he cupped her bum and squeezed faintly.

"Well, you know the present condition of the families who supported the wrong side in the war," she began. "The Greengrasses might have helped out the innocent people a few times but no one considers it to be worth anything. However, it is common knowledge now that they also supplied the Death Eaters with gold and other resources from their businesses."

"It is," Harry agreed.

"Yes, and so it didn't take long for their situation to worsen even more."

"You mean to tell me no one would hire the sisters because of their family's aid to Voldemort and they are also resorting to crime and such," Harry remarked.

"No, my lord," Pansy shook her head, making him glance at her. "Daphne would never stoop so low. She can't even stand pureblood supremacy, so resorting to crime doesn't even come into question."

"Then what?"

"She and her sister left the wizarding world, my lord," Pansy said, to his surprise.

"Really?"

"The Death Eaters destroyed their manor and everything they had in there, and the ministry confiscated their vaults. However, before the ministry did it, Daphne cleared out all their vaults, got it converted into muggle currency, and fled with her sister."

"Shrewd woman," Harry remarked. "Read the situation brilliantly and acted as quickly as she could. Consider me intrigued."

Pansy grinned.

"Well, they might have moved to the muggle world but their ties to the wizarding world still remain."

"Pansy," Harry deadpanned, making the brunette glance up at him. Her eyes widened and a squeal left her lips when her lord delivered a loud smack on her naked arse. "Stop with the dramatics and get to the point."

Pansy smiled sheepishly and continued, "They have enough money to last them for their entire life. Unfortunately, there is a problem with Astoria."

"She's a spoiled brat who loves to spend money like it's water?"

"No, my lord. Astoria has a blood curse."

Harry's eyes widened.

"The Greengrass family line was cursed centuries ago. No one knows what happened, who cursed them, or why. It manifested in Astoria, and she doesn't have long to live."

"I see," Harry muttered. He knew quite a bit about curses and their counters but he did not have much knowledge about blood curses. However, he also knew quite a bit about blood magic.

"Daphne loves her sister, my lord," Pansy continued. "Should you save her, Daphne will become your most faithful supporter. I have no doubts about that."

Harry remained silent as he pondered on the prospect. It was intriguing and he found himself seriously considering it. He did not know anything about Daphne or Astoria Greengrass apart from the fact that they existed. They had never interacted at Hogwarts, even though he had shared classes with Daphne for six years. He did remember Hermione mentioning her name once during their OWLs and that was it. However, from what he could recall, she had never been a part of Malfoy's posse, and that, in addition to what Pansy had told him about her beliefs moments ago, did certainly earn her a few brownie points in his book.

"Hmm… Interesting," he mused. "You happen to have any idea where they've gone in the muggle world?"

"Unfortunately no," Pansy said apologetically. "I do have a guess though."

Harry stared at her expectantly.

"Daphne and Astoria used to spend their summer holidays with their family in the French Riviera. That could be a place they've made their new home in."

"Really?" Harry mused thoughtfully. "Well, I do have an ICW conference in France in a few weeks. Guess I'll be extending my trip a little bit."

TBC.

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