Power and Control

Hermione occasionally glanced at her husband who sat on the couch in the living room of their apartment, acting as if everything was fine. He had his face buried in the latest edition of the Prophet, reading only Merlin knew what.

She could not believe his audacity. There was not even a hint of grimace on his face after what had become of their married life. It hurt, even though she should've expected something like this from him. Even discounting that, the fact that he knew he was knees deep in debt, and yet he neither did something about it nor thought he needed to discuss it with his wife was unbelievable to her.

She remembered how he had looked when that match had played out. Utter disbelief was etched on his face when the Cannons lost like they always did, and she had recognized the look of fear on his face. If only she knew back then what it meant…

Not for the first time, Hermione cursed Ronald Weasley for what her life had become now.

She had been frustrated since that evening. Her arousal had been troubling her every waking hour and she could not explain how much she wanted to relieve herself. Alas, she had been forbidden to do anything that might bring her any semblance of relief.

In addition to her arousal, the pain in her arse had still not abated. She had thought that it would go away after a day or two but even now, she could feel it throbbing. It felt as if he had spanked her mere minutes ago, and it did not take long for her to realize that he was employing the magic of her vow to keep the pain flaring constantly. She could not sit properly, and she had to constantly suffer under the agony whenever the fabric of her clothing touched her.

Harry and Ron had been the first two males she had come to know in the Wizarding World, and they had been her best friends for years. One had even gone on to become the man she had fallen in love with while the other was like a brother she never had. What a cruel turn of fate it was. Both men were now the ones she could muster no hint of love for. She held her husband in nothing but disdain, and all she felt for Harry was hatred.

She knew magic was influencing her behavior at times, but her nature was not to lose so easily. She felt submissive whenever she thought about Harry and the situation he had forced her into, and she felt rebellious whenever she realized who she was. It felt as if two personalities existed within her now, and Hermione was at her wit's end.

Her eyes darted to the cupboard in what was now her bedroom. She had kept everything she had bought in that cupboard, and she recalled what had happened in the adult store where she had bought that maid outfit. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Harry's magic that had acted back then to protect her from that man's unsolicited advances, and although the submissive servant part of her felt grateful, her logical side had seen it for what it was.

Harry would not let another man touch her so intimately, at least right now. The vow was to ensure she got no relief, and it had acted in the most violent of ways. Hermione would be lying if she said she wasn't scared.

He had changed, and not for the better, and not for the first time, Hermione wondered where things had gone so wrong. They had all been suffering during that Horcrux hunt, but she and Ron had been holding up the best they could. If only Harry hadn't snapped like that…

Even after all these years, Hermione would sometimes find herself hardly believing that Harry had truly uttered those vile words for the woman he was supposedly in love with. Ginny had been such a brave soul during those times, helping the resistance inside the castle in their absence. She had even risked her well-being and snuck in to steal Gryffindor's sword to aid their cause.

For Harry to throw all of it away and degrade Ginny the way he had done… was unforgivable. When Ginny told them what he was accusing her of, her first instinct was to march back and slap him once again. However, by then, Harry was long gone from their lives. Even then, Ginny had shown her maturity. She had pleaded with both her and Ron to not do anything and make life hard for anyone else. The war had just ended, and if Harry wanted to have nothing to do with them, they should leave him be.

Hermione's heart had ached for her that day, and she knew how much the poor woman had suffered in the years that followed. They had all seen how Harry had shown up to various events with one random woman after another, and it did not take long for them to realize just how much their former best friend had changed. While once he used to covet privacy, he had become much more outgoing and, dare she say, reaching. The way he had used his fame to climb the ranks in the ministry had been obvious to anyone with a brain, but his name was too powerful for anyone to speak out.

She knew how tough it had been for Ginny to move on from Harry, and even now, the poor girl's love life was stuck in limbo. While several girls her age or even younger than her had gotten married already, Ginny was still on her own with no one to go home to. It was sad, and it made her hate Harry even more for the hell he had turned Ginny's life into.

And now, he had come for her and Ron. She did admit that Ron had been in the wrong and he should have controlled himself before he overreached, but Harry had skillfully manipulated the entire situation to suit his nefarious ends. He had truly shown his Slytherin side, and he was taking full advantage of the situation.

The reminder of her humiliation flared once again and Hermione winced. What a mess she had been reduced to, and she knew it was only the beginning. The submissive servant acted up randomly, and she knew it would be a challenge to preserve both her true self and her sanity. Unfortunately for Harry who wanted to break her into his personal plaything, he would not find it as easy as he would like.

He might have control over her body and he might also be able to coax out the answers he wanted to hear from her, but he would never conquer her true self. She was a righteous woman with ideals, and he would never make her fully submit herself to him.

She knew she only had to endure it until the vow remained in place. The submissive servant inside her would exist only until the vow was active. Once her debt was repaid in full, her true self would reign supreme. That would be when she would prove to Harry that no matter whatever humiliation he put her through, she still held true to her convictions. That would be her true victory.

"Why are you glaring like that?"

Hermione blinked and glanced over to where her husband was staring at her with his lips pursed.

"If you hate me so much then just say it. No need to drill holes through my head like that," he remarked disdainfully.

Hermione felt her irritation rise at the mere voice of her husband.

"You need to realize the world doesn't revolve around you. Stop thinking you're so damn important," she retorted through clenched teeth. Her arse was acting up again, and so was her arousal. Not for the first time, she cursed Harry in her mind.

"What the hell is wrong with you lately, Hermione!?" Ron cried out as he stood up, glaring. "What exactly did I do to deserve such a shitty behavior?"

"You seriously need me to tell you!?" She cried out disbelievingly.

"Well, yeah! Cause I got no fucking clue!"

Hermione breathed heavily as she glared at Ron who stood there with his arms spread out in disbelief.

"You know what?" She spat through gritted teeth. "If you don't even realize why I'm being like this, you don't deserve any explanation. Keep living like that, and I hope you do realize someday what bullshit you pulled to make me live like this!"

Ron stared at her for a long moment, exasperation mixed with annoyance etched on his face.

"Fine. Do as you will, I don't even care anymore," he hissed.

Hermione watched him stride toward his bedroom, scoffing when he slammed the door behind him violently. She was gripping the kitchen counter harshly as she gritted her teeth in frustration.

Suddenly, an envelope materialized out of nowhere in front of her and she blinked as it fell to the floor with a small spark. Looking around, she saw no hint of an owl or anything else that might have delivered it.

Curious, she bent over, wincing as her stinging arse rubbed against the fabric of her clothes once again, and picked it up.

There was no address but her eyes widened when she pulled the letter out and read it. The envelope and the letter both burnt to a crisp right after she finished reading and multiple sensations assaulted Hermione.

Disdain. Revulsion. Arousal. Excitement. Shame.

The letter contained only seven words.

Today at six. Same place. Dress properly.

-Break-

Her husband was still in his room when Hermione walked over to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She leaned against it, her eyes staring at the plain white ceiling and her hands clenched in a fist. Now and then, she would glance over at the cupboard where the proof of her depraved thoughts lay. That accursed maid outfit.

She didn't know just how she had let that submissive servant take control of herself like that. Her logical self would've never even thought of taking such a disgusting initiative, but she had gone ahead and done it.

Since she had come back home and had had the time to calm down after the events that had transpired in that store, she had thought of setting that offending costume on fire. Alas, her hands faltered whenever she got down to carrying it out.

Hermione felt powerless in front of that servant's desires, and she found she didn't like it one bit. Nor did she like how eager that submissive servant seemed to be whenever the thought of her master came to mind.

She violently shook her head. He was not her master. He had once been her friend but now, he was nothing more than her enemy. She had only one relationship with him, and that was as a debtor. She would discharge her liabilities and hopefully, she would never have to see him ever again.

Sighing, she stepped off the door and walked over to the cupboard. Pulling it open, she grimaced at the sight of that maid costume and forcefully shoved it as far away as she could, ensuring it was not in her line of sight. She took in the rest of the bags that occupied the entire shelf and with pursed lips, she pulled one out and emptied its contents on the bed.

It was the same blue outfit with matching lingerie she had bought, and Hermione held it up, inspecting it. Mere seconds later, she went to work. Her top and jeans came off, eliciting a wince as the latter rubbed against her stinging arse. She dropped them on the floor and in no time, her plain white bra and knickers joined them, leaving her naked.

Hermione looked herself over in the mirror. She showed the signs of strain she was under, with bags under her eyes and her face set into a permanent grimace. As she turned around, her grimace got more pronounced at the sorry sight of her arse. It was red and it stung.

She reached out and slowly pulled up her new lace knickers, sighing in relief when the fabric embedded itself between her arse cheeks, sparing her another sting. Her new lace bra was next, and Hermione marveled at how soft the fabric felt against her skin. She had never worn something like this before, and now she wondered just why she had refrained for so long. The bra pushed her tits against each other, forming a tantalizing cleavage that Hermione liked very much. The first hint of a smile formed on her face as she took in the sight of her scantily clad body in the mirror.

Her dress was next, and Hermione slowly put it on, smoothing down the creases once she latched it in place. She gazed at herself and an approving smile crossed her face. Fuck Harry Potter. She looked nice, and she had every right to be happy about it!

With a flick of her wand, she applied the barest hint of make-up and fixed her hair. Her bushy mane had long given way to long and lustrous brown tresses, and although she did not go overboard, she did ensure her hair looked good.

Once she was sure nothing was missing, she put on the heels the shop attendant had picked out for her. They were thankfully not too high and she could walk around with relative ease.

With a satisfied nod, Hermione put her things back in the cupboard and locked it before she twisted on the spot and apparated away, leaving an empty apartment with no one but her husband who stayed sulking in the other bedroom.

Mere seconds later, she appeared in the middle of the road in front of #4 Privet Drive and looked around. As expected, the entire neighborhood was devoid of any life and it made for a very spooky environment. Paying little heed to her surroundings, she walked toward the house where she was supposed to meet her appointment and found the door open for her.

She walked inside, shutting the door behind her before she made her way to where she knew the living room was. As she turned into the room, she breathed softly at the sight of him as she entered. Stepping forward, she came to a stop in the middle of the room where he sat on the couch, leaning back and looking very comfortable.

There was nothing but pin-drop silence as Harry looked the woman up and down. She merely stood in the middle, her posture ramrod straight, and her brown orbs focused on him. Her lips were slightly curled in a sneer and Harry scoffed to himself.

For over a minute, he did nothing but take her in.

"Relax your body. You're too stiff. It's off-putting," he ordered, and the effect was immediate. The vow made her obey and her posture relaxed.

Harry felt the vow working and crossed his hands behind his head, leaning back. She was one stubborn woman, alright. His positive reinforcement might have created a submissive personality inside her but he could not expect her entire personality to do a complete 180 in only one session. He needed to do more.

However, he was in no hurry. It wasn't as if she was getting freedom anytime soon, and he had plenty of time to create the perfect specimen out of her. A specimen he had already discovered was hidden deep inside her. After all, if it didn't, she wouldn't have become the submissive slut who had eagerly taken all those spankings the other day.

"Turn around and bend over so that your dress rises up your arse," Harry ordered, and although she gritted her teeth, she obliged. Turning around, she bent over and her dress automatically hiked up. Harry gazed at the display in approval.

"Nice choice of thongs, I like them," he commented, smirking when he saw her fidget slightly. "And I can see you did as you were told. Good work."

Hermione gasped when she felt him reach forward and place his freezing cold hands on her bare arse cheeks. A sense of immense relief coursed through her at his healing touch. The stinging sensation she had been suffering ever since their previous encounter disappeared in an instant, leaving behind nothing but sheer cold and the intense heat of his dominant touch.

She felt him caressing and fondling her arse and as much as she abhorred it, she let him do as he pleased. According to the vow, he had all the right to do with her as he pleased. Not for the first time, Hermione wondered just what it would take for her debt to be settled as per this vow she had sworn to him.

"You should start exercising, you know?" He casually remarked as he kept fondling her arse. "You do have a bangable arse, but I bet it can be better. Your tits too. Put a few shifts in and you'd turn heads."

"I'm happily married. I don't need to turn any heads," Hermione replied with barely hidden scorn before she belatedly added a "Master."

"I offered a free advice. It's up to you to take it or bin it," Harry shrugged, ignoring the slight lapse as he canceled the freezing spell, smirking when she audibly breathed out as the coldness disappeared.

He caressed her arse for a little while, enjoying the way she squirmed as she stayed bent over in front of him. Her blue lace thongs were buried in her crack and he had the full expanse of her creamy cheeks to fondle.

"Take one step back," he instructed calmly and Hermione obeyed. With more reach now, Harry pushed his hands forward and palmed her inner thighs, caressing her skin. His fingers brushed over the edges of her skimpy thong and he enjoyed her gasps every time he pressed forward.

He knew how starved for release she must be, and he enjoyed this power he held over her.

"I gave you four orders the last time we were here," Harry said, caressing her sensitive skin as Hermione squirmed. "How many did you finish?"

"I didn't relieve myself or do anything for my butt," she whispered, and there was no way he could have missed how aroused she was. "I bought clothes from the money you gave me."

"I can see that," he muttered. "Go on. What about the final one? Thought of a name?"

Hermione shuddered, her toes curling, when he pushed his fingers through the edges of her thongs and touched her outer folds. She knew she was gushing, and there was no way she could have controlled it. She had been deprived of any relief for so long already!

"N-no, M-master," she whispered.

"No?" Harry's fingers paused right over her folds as he stared at her protruding arse with furrowed brows. "I hope you have a good explanation for it. Tell me."

Hermione shuddered.

"I am a Weasley now, Master," she replied. "Hermione Weasley. That's my identity."

Harry scoffed as he pulled his hands off her.

"If that's what you want me to keep calling you, then I'm all for it, Mrs. Weasley," he sneered. "You can keep getting reminded of who you are."

Hermione stayed silent.

"Let's get started on today's assignment, Mrs. Weasley," Harry commanded. "You are to act like the perfect escort. You will be at your best behavior and you will take initiative. I want to see how creative that brain of yours can be."

Hermione closed her eyes and nodded, and not for the first time, she let that submissive servant take the place of prominence in her psyche.

Without standing up, she turned around, coming face to face with him. Harry reached up and ran a thumb across her lips.

"These move too much when you're in lecture mode. I'd like to see what else they are capable of," he remarked.

A jolt coursed through Hermione as she realized what he was asking of her, and the full meaning of his demand dawned on her. He wanted her to be an escort, which meant she was at his mercy to do with as he pleased. Apprehension coursed through her as she realized just what he might do to her now.

However, the submissive inside her was eager for her treatment to begin, and she was the one in charge of her now. As he had said, she took the initiative.

Harry's smirk widened when she spread her lips and took his fingers in her mouth. He felt her tongue rolling around his digits as she started to suck on them, much like an escort would suck a cock, taking it as deep as she could.

Hermione felt a rush course through her as she took in the expression on his face and she longed to take his cock into her mouth instead.

Harry's cock stirred under Hermione's ministrations and he wondered just how far he should take this today. He knew a slut lived inside her, and all he needed to do was coax her out of her shell. He knew the kind – comprising of those who acted all high and mighty but were nothing more than closet deviants. He could tell how quickly she was improving just by the way she was sucking his fingers right now.

'She always was a fast learner,' he thought in amusement and pulled his fingers out of her mouth.

"Good work," he praised, smirking when her eyes lit up slightly. She was starved for positive affirmation, it seemed. He should have expected it considering the only man she'd ever had was Ronald and it was common knowledge what a dumbfuck he truly was.

Hermione licked her lips as she straightened up, and Harry gazed at her lustfully. Although she was not as sexy as Cissa or Pansy, Hermione had a lot going for her. The dress and her choice of lingerie only enhanced her sex appeal.

Meanwhile, the brunette felt her nipples getting hard under his intense gaze. Her arousal was constantly spiking, and coupled with the fact that she had been deprived of a release for so long, she was close to snapping. The thought that she was eagerly awaiting for him to escalate the matter didn't ever register with the brunette.

Suddenly, she recalled she had to play the role of an escort and take the initiative. As she gazed at him, she found him sitting in perfect contentment and she saw it for what it was. She needed him, and she needed to play her role.

She stepped forward and climbed into his lap, straddling him while facing him. Her hands reached up to wrap around his neck and without any hesitation whatsoever, she pressed her lips against his. Her body was on autopilot, and she parted her mouth eagerly, allowing his tongue to slide inside.

This was the first time someone other than her husband was kissing her, and the thought filled her with both shame and arousal. The latter took prominence and she pressed herself firmly against him.

Harry's hands explored her back over the dress she had on before they dipped lower to grab her by the ass. He lifted her slightly and positioned her properly so that her inflamed pussy rested right on top of his hardened member. Once he was done, he slid his hands upward and grasped her tits.

Hermione let out a faint moan into the kiss when she felt him cup her breasts and she met his tongue with hers as he fondled them. Her wet, inflamed pussy ground against his crotch as they kissed heatedly.

Harry was slightly surprised to see how truly eager she was as they kissed. There was raw passion in her actions and he could truly smell her arousal. Even though it was a result of her being pent-up for so long, it thrilled him. His large hands entirely engulfed her tits and he mauled them over her sexy dress. Her body writhed even more under his domineering touch.

It was a testament to how aroused and sex-starved she was as she automatically lifted her arms high in the air when he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up. He took her dress off in seconds and leaned back.

"Get off and stand," he ordered, and the brunette immediately obliged. She stood right in front of him, clad in nothing but a flimsy pair of lacy blue bra and thong.

"Take off those heels."

The heels came off and she threw them to the side, her breathing labored as she gazed at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Take off your bra."

Hermione reached behind her and unfastened her bra, pulling it off herself and tossing it to the side. She stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a flimsy thong that might as well not be there. It hid barely anything, after all.

Harry reached out and felt up her tits, lifting them and running his thumbs over her pink, puffy areola. He smirked when her breath hitched and a red flush covered her chest.

'She's truly into this. What a slut. I knew it!'

Hermione's breathing was labored and her eyes were trained on the massive bulge in his trousers. She wanted nothing more than to slam herself down on his huge prick but she knew that was not what he had ordered her to do. He wanted her to be an escort, and that meant following the proper steps.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, she dropped to her knees right in front of him and reached out, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. Harry smirked and raised himself for her to pull his trousers and boxers down.

Hermione's mouth watered at the sight of his massive prick as it lurched out of its confines. She reached out and started to gently stroke it, wondering if she could make it even harder. Her small hand didn't cover even half of the surface as she stroked him with a look of pure lust and desire on her face. That was the face of a true submissive servant, and Harry gazed at her in satisfaction.

Hermione was not done though, and she wrapped her other hand around his length. She started stroking his hot, pulsing cock with both hands and saw the precum leaking out of the tip. Without any hesitation, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue, licking it off. She saw how his cock lurched at that, and she leaned forward, running her tongue around the crown of his cock, caressing it, and covering it entirely in her saliva.

She eagerly explored the sensitive surface of his cock, committing the shape and texture to memory, while she kept licking off the precum. Her mouth opened as she swirled her tongue around the head while wrapping her lips around his shaft, lodging the head of his cock inside her mouth.

Glancing up through her hooded eyes, she saw him staring at her with a smirk and it further intensified her arousal. She knew how wrong this was, but her lust and her desire were too powerful for any reason to hold. She pressed forward, plunging her mouth onto his cock and taking it deeper inside her mouth.

One hand kept stroking his cock while the other reached down and grasped his massive balls. Her fingernails scraped the surface of the sack as she kept jerking him off, all the while plunging her mouth deeper and deeper onto his prick.

It was apparent to Harry that she was no pro, but in her lust and desire, she was enthusiastic. He placed a hand on her head, guiding her mouth on his cock, while the other firmly grasped the surface of the couch.

Hermione eagerly sucked him off as she stroked his cock. She could feel how heavy his balls were and knew they must be full of cum for her. The desire to make him cum was prominent, but even greater was her wish to taste him.

She had never tasted cum. She had never wanted to. However, with Harry, she found she wanted to do things she never would've thought of previously. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him shooting his load deep into her tight throat and she intensified her ministrations.

Harry realized what she was truly after and he saw no reason to not give her what she wanted. He fisted her hair firmly and began to slam upward, pushing his cock deeper inside her mouth. He relished her moans and groans, and the lewd wet sounds of her slurping and choking, as he kept shoving his hard prick upward, fucking her mouth raw.

Hermione had never felt such sensations before. She felt used and degraded, just like she had the previous time she had been here, but there was one major difference. Today, she was eagerly chasing that feeling. She wanted him to use her, to make her his plaything, and to do with her as she pleased. Her true, logical self had fled long ago, leaving behind the submissive servant who wanted to eagerly please her master and bask in his praise. A submissive servant who lived only to serve.

And the servant preened in elation when she felt the first shot of his seed strike the back of her throat. She devoted herself to the task, eagerly milking him for as much as she could, and gulped down everything he gave her.

Harry stared at her, his breathing heavier than before, as she swirled her tongue around the head and licked off the remaining cum, before she gulped the final load audibly. Her eyes still had that lustful look to them as she gazed up at him, and Harry smirked.

He knew she hated him, but she also wanted to please him. This dual personality he saw within her fascinated him in untold ways.

Hermione Weasley was a woman of convictions, but he had discovered the slut that lived under that veneer of propriety. He knew what he wanted to do to her. He would extract that slut out of her and turn her into what she deserved to be. His personal plaything.

TBC.

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