Enslaved

Harry’s Payment

Hermione sat at the kitchen table the following morning tapping her foot angrily against the floor and shredding her piece of toast into tiny fragments. A deep scowl graced her features and her eyes were narrowed as she watched the door, waiting for Harry to arrive for his breakfast.

When the door opened it wasn’t Harry who came through it but Pansy Parkinson. The soft smile she wore somehow made her look prettier, and her eyes shone with a hidden emotion that Hermione couldn’t see. Pansy hummed a light tune under her breath and passed by Hermione in her own little world, unaware that the other girl was even sitting there.

Hermione’s angry gazed followed Pansy’s movements, how was it possible for Harry to prefer Parkinson to her? Pansy had a fuller figure than she did, but wasn’t she prettier than Pansy? She was smarter, she had been with Harry through everything.

“You seem happy this morning,” Hermione commented coldly.

Pansy blinked and glanced over her shoulder at Hermione. “Happy and satisfied,” she told her, a small smile of victory curling the corners of her lips.

Hermione’s scowl deepened. “He doesn’t feel anything for you, you do know that don’t you? Your just a way to release his tension. Poor Harry, he’s suffering so much at the moment,”

“And your just his way of gaining control over something in his life. Harry isn’t interested in you, Granger. He never will be.” Pansy replied, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Hermione.

Standing up slowly Hermione practically sneered at the other girl, an action she had never performed in her entire life before. “And you think he’s interested in you? Just because you drop to your knees at a moments notice won’t make him feel anything but contempt for you. The natural Slytherin slut,” Hermione spat.

Pansy raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. Granger could think what she liked about her, Harry knew the truth and that was all that mattered.

Annoyed that she had no reaction from Pansy, Hermione stalked from the room, slamming the door behind her. She made her way up to Harry’s bedroom and entered without knocking.

Harry, who was in the middle of dressing glanced over his shoulder at her. “Is Ron ok?” He asked, fear leaping in this chest that the forceful entrance had something to do with his friend.

“Yes,” Hermione said stiffly. “Ron is sleeping, he’s fine. He has a little more colour this morning.”

“That’s good,” Harry said, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he was standing around in his boxer shorts. “What’s the matter then?”

“I’m very annoyed, Harry,” Hermione informed him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What about?”

“About what happened last night, you practically kicked me from the room,” she accused.

“I needed….um,….well, you know,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Yes I do know, and I don’t see why it had to be her. Don’t you think I’m capable, Harry? I’ve read up on the subject,” she informed him haughtily. “I know the basics about…. Um, pleasuring a man. Besides, how do you expect me to learn if I have no-one to practice on?”

Harry’s eyes widened to their utmost, “Hermione, you can’t be serious! You’re my friend, my best friends girlfriend, you can’t expect me to let you practice fucking with me!”

“What? No!” Hermione snapped, “I wasn’t talking about that, I meant other ways in which to stimulate a man.”

Harry managed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at her choice of words, he could tell she was uncomfortable on the subject of sex and was trying to remain in her comfort zone by sounding like a text book. Clearing his throat he said, “let me get this straight, you want to get on your knees and suck my dick? Is that it?”

Hermione’s face flamed so much that she was sure Harry must have felt the heat from his side of the room. “You don’t have to put it like that,”

“But that’s exactly what it is, Hermione. Don’t you think that should be something you should do with Ron?”

She nodded, “but I want it to be good for Ron. I need your help for that,”

Harry dithered, “I have Pansy for that,” he told her turning to retrieve a pair of trousers from the draw.

Hermione scowled, “yes, I know that. But,” she added a little brightly, “it would help me out a lot, Harry. You did say you’d help me, remember? And I did do something for you last night didn’t I? I touched… her,” she almost spat “her” at him.

Harry turned slowly, his trousers in his hand, his mind working furiously. “Well, I kind of considered last night a sort of payment for what I’ve done for you so far. However, if you want to go a little further in our lessons, it’s going to cost you more.”

Her eyebrows drew together suspiciously. “How much more?”

“I’ll have to think about exactly what I would like from you.” He replied, a light smile on his face.

She nodded, “alright, that will be fine with me. Suppose while your thinking about it I start my first lesson?” She suggested, her eyes dropping to his crotch.

“How do I know you’ll agree to the terms I set out?” He demanded.

“I don’t go back on my word, Harry, you know that. Can I?” She almost pleaded.

Harry settled himself comfortably on the nearest chair, it would be interesting having Hermione on her knees for him, another way to gain control over her. “Sure, go ahead,”

Nervously Hermione crossed the room to him and knelt between his knees as she had seen Pansy do. “You’ll have to tell me what you want me to do, I’ve never done this before.”

He nodded, “I’ll tell you what I like as you go along,”

Swallowing, Hermione released his hardening cock and examined him with interest. She hadn’t seen a naked boy before, and she wanted to remember everything about her first experience. She stroked the long length of him softly, her finger tips exploring the smooth skin, her eyes drinking him in as though she were afraid he would disappear at any second.

Harry just sat back and watched her with interest. He felt it was typical of Hermione to want to know every inch of him before she did anything. He wondered if she was comparing him to pictures she must have seen in whatever book she had been reading about sex.

“Your skin is much softer than I thought it would be,” she commented.

“Is it?” he asked, not really interested. “Put more pressure into your hand, Hermione.”

Hermione complied, giving him firmer strokes, wrapping her hand around the thick length of him that just seemed to keep growing. She gasped, her eyes widening slightly as she stared up at his face. “When your… when you….when your with Pansy,” she began falteringly. “Is all of you…?”

“Yep,” He replied proudly.

“But how?” She wondered, gazing at the large wall of flesh in her hands, it seemed impossible for Harry to be able to fit something like that inside her!

“Shut up and suck, Hermione,” Harry demanded suddenly. “I’ll answer any questions you might have later, just put my dick in your mouth now!”

Licking her lips nervously, Hermione lowered her head into his lap. She brushed her lips over the tip of him before slowly taking the head into her mouth. She sucked lightly, slowly drawing him further and further into her mouth as she adjusted to the unfamiliar feel of him hard against her tongue.

“Use your tongue, Hermione.” Harry ordered huskily, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to loose himself in the gentle, experimental stroking of his quivering member.

Hermione felt his fingers curl through her hair, pinning her over him and pushing her slightly further into his lap. She sucked a little harder, curling her tongue around him, licking the underside of the pulsing muscle in her mouth until she heard him moan tasted him. Hermione knew from her books that this was just the beginning, there would be more from Harry perhaps very shortly, depending on how good she was at doing what he enjoyed.

She was good at everything and she wanted to be good at this. She had what she wanted, she was giving pleasure to Harry as he had to her, but Hermione wanted to make him forget that Pansy was around to do the same things for him. She wanted it to be only her he came to.

Harry groaned again, lifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He heard her gag and frowned, “relax your throat,”

Hermione did as she was told, forcing her entire body to relax as she moved her mouth up and down over Harry’s swollen cock. He was groaning, gripping her hair tightly and Hermione felt a dampness in her underwear that the cause of his pleasure was her!

“Fuck! Merlin! Yes!” Harry explained, his fingers digging into her scalp. “Don’t stop, keep…. I’m… fuck… Pansy!” He cried out as he exploded in Hermione’s mouth, his hips bucking as he pulled her closer to him.

Hermione’s face flamed with humiliation and anger flared inside her. How dare he! How dare Harry sit there and fantasise about Pansy Parkinson when it was her who was attending to him!

Within seconds, just as Hermione sat back on her heels after swallowing the mouthful he gave her and was just about to give him a lecture, the door opened.

“You called?” Pansy asked.

Hermione glanced up, a feeling of smugness settle over her when she saw the shock and disappointment on Pansy’s face at finding Harry with his boxers around his ankles.

“Um, did I?” Harry asked looking confused. “Oh, yeah I did, um… what did I want?” He knew what he had done, but he didn’t want Pansy knowing. It wouldn’t go down well his is dominance over her if she thought he was thinking about her when he shouldn’t be.

“I don’t know, Potter, what did you want?” Pansy asked coldly.

Harry stood up, “Hermione is about to strip and sit on this chair,” he gave Hermione a look that told her to get moving, so she did. “You are going to strip and kneel in front of her. As Hermione has been so good to me this morning, I figured she deserved a little reward, your going to give it to her.”

“I’m WHAT?” Pansy’s face drained of colour.

“Get that dress off and do it,” Harry instructed.

It was on the tip of Pansy’s tongue to say he couldn’t make her, but of course, that wasn’t true. Harry could make her do anything he wanted to.

“NO!” Hermione exclaimed, she stood there in her knickers, her bra in her hand. “I don’t want her to, can’t you do it?”

“No I can’t.” Harry snapped, “and this is the payment I want. You gave your word, Hermione,” he reminded her slyly.

Her entire body burning with humiliation, Hermione removed her underwear and sat awkwardly on the chair. Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn’t he do it? He gave her such wonderful orgasms!

Pansy shrugged her dress off and moved towards Hermione, anger and disgust written clearly on her face she knelt before Hermione, who slowly spread her legs wider. Their eyes met for a brief moment and they both registered the hostility towards the other.

Harry watched a small satisfied grin on his face, as Pansy position herself comfortably, her hands resting on Hermione’s knees as she lowered herself to the dark curls between the other girls thighs. Hermione’s small gasp had power shooting through him; that he could have these two strong willed and independent girls at his mercy turned Harry on hopelessly.

Hermione’s eyes fluttered closed as Pansy’s tongue licked hesitantly at her folds, prodding slowly between them inside her. She gasped, it wasn’t like Harry, he had been confident in his ability, sure of his moves. Pansy was slow, exploring, hesitant, but still she couldn’t help the dampness forming there at Pansy’s inexpert tongue.

Pansy cringed inwardly, she would die if her fellow Slytherin’s ever found out about this. Granger was a mud blood!! How she hated Harry Potter right at this moment in time, he was only doing this to annoy her, to try to humiliate her!

She slipped her tongue into Hermione, disgusted at the wetness that surrounded her. The mud blood was enjoying her humiliation as well! She heard Hermione moan, her hips shifted closer to her and she felt fingers gripping the long strands of her hair.

Hermione’s head fell back and her body relaxed as Pansy’s tongue delved deeper inside her, flickering over her, moving slowly in and out of her. “Oh…. “she moaned, shivering in delight.

Harry’s eyebrows raised in surprise at Hermione’s loud moans. He decided right then that he didn’t like seeing Pansy giving pleasure to anyone other than himself, even Hermione. It would not happen again.

Moving towards Pansy, whose back was arched to allow her better positioning he stroked over the curve of her behind and felt her shiver. Smiling he slipped his hand between her legs, stroking her until she was damp and moaned softly.

Pansy’s moan vibrated over Hermione and she cried out, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more from the other girl to heighten her pleasure.

Harry’s fingers parted Pansy’s wet folds and moved slowly into her wet core. He circled his fingers slowly, moving in and out of her, grinning when she moaned and pushed herself into his hand.

Pansy wanted to scream out with pleasure, Harry was playing with her clit now, pressing it, rubbing it, gently flicking his thumb over it and she could hardly stand it any more. His fingers moved in and out of her faster, making her wetter, causing her to moan and make Hermione grip tighter to her hair.

She couldn’t contain it anymore and she cried out when her orgasm hit, quicker than she had thought it would. Wanting to be rid of Hermione as quickly as she could, Pansy redoubled her efforts and captured the other girls clit, sucking hard, passing her tongue over and over the hardened nub until Hermione was moaning and panting loudly.

Suddenly Pansy felt Harry’s hands on her hips and excitement coursed through her, she knew what he was going to do and she could feel herself streaming with the anticipation. She felt the usual lubrication between her ass, and then Harry’s cock entering her slowly, inch by inch, making her squirm with need.

Harry grinned, as he entered Pansy’s ass, the familiar tight heat driving him mad already. Pulling back slowly he thrust into her harder, he heard her muffled cry from between Hermione’s thighs and Hermione cried out as well.

“You wanted me to give you pleasure, Hermione? Don’t say I never do as you want,” Harry told her, he discovered that each time he thrust hard into Pansy’s ass her entire body jerked forward, pushing her into Hermione and making each girl cry out with their own pleasure.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed suddenly, “Harry! Yes!” Each time he jerked Pansy forward her tongue delved deeper inside the wet, swollen heart of her and Hermione could barely take any more. She moved her legs, almost knocking Pansy off balance, who was still holding onto her knees. Now Hermione had raised her feet to rest on Pansy’s shoulders who was now on all fours, her legs spread wider as she clung to Pansy’s hair, moaning with wild abandon.

When her orgasm hit Hermione screamed loud and long, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her and her legs flopped weakly to the floor as she came over the chair.

Pansy jerked her head back, her nose wrinkled in disgust. Closing her eyes to avoid having to look at Hermione’s soaked curls right in front of her, she concentrated on Harry.

Harry now stopped thrusting so hard, but he continued his fast attack on her. He could feel Pansy’s walls tightening around him, the heat coming from her was so much he wondered how he didn’t burn. Passing a hand down between her legs he pressed against her clit causing Pansy to cry out, her back arching, sending him in to penetrate deeper inside.

Harry gasped, moaned in pleasurable agony as he moved inside her, trying not to break the delicious rhythm he had going. Awkwardly he half lay across Pansy’s back, holding onto her hip for dear life as he reached for the ultimate, his other hand holding her between her legs, soaked from the juices that wouldn’t stop streaming from her.

“HARRY!” Pansy screamed his named, her fingers gripping the carpet madly as she came violently, shuddering uncontrollably her climax soaking his hand even more.

Her name came from his lips loudly to vibrate in her ear as he thrust into her one last time, spilling himself inside her ass, his body weakening, collapsing onto her, forcing her face down onto the carpet.

“Harry, oh Merlin,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly.

Hermione watched as Harry’s arms sought Pansy out, curling around her body as he lay panting on top of her. Anger and a fierce jealously she never knew she possessed washed over her, clearly she would have to offer more to Harry than a blow job, no matter how horrified he had seemed at the idea, she would get him to make love to her.