Enslaved

A/N: Just a quick note to say that this is NOT a Harry get's to be with everyone story. I know Ron hasn't made an appearence in a while but I promise he will very soon lol.
Also I'd like to say a huge thank you to everyone who as been so nice to leave a review so far I really appreciate it!

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Nightmare


“I have things to do, I have to look in on Ron.” Hermione said, pulling her clothes on as quickly as possible and leaving the room. She didn’t want to sit there and watch Harry lying there with Pansy, holding her close to him.

Pansy sighed softly, the carpet was soft against her cheek, Harry was heavy on top of her, but she wouldn’t want him to move for the world. He could be so nice to her, give her such pleasure, make her laugh and then suddenly turn the tables and become a cold, calculating bastard. She was unsure what it was that caused these changes in him.

Shifting slightly Harry closed the small gap between them and kissed her softly. His lips moved over hers, coaxing hers apart as his tongue skimmed over her lower lip into her mouth. He could faintly taste Hermione and it annoyed him. He had tried sharing Pansy before, with Ron and it hadn’t worked out at all. He couldn’t bear seeing Pansy accepting pleasure from anyone else, and he now knew he hated seeing her give pleasure to anyone else.

“What is this thing with you and Granger?” Pansy asked when his mouth dropped to her neck.

“Nothing, just helping her out that’s all.” He replied, nibbling on her shoulder.

“Why bring me into it?” She demanded, her voice suddenly turning frosty. “How could you make me do that to another girl? And a mud blood to top it all off!”

Harry frowned, “what’s the big deal? You got what you wanted didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point. You just love to take any opportunity you can to humiliate me. How would you like it if I asked you to suck Ron’s dick?” Pansy demanded forcefully.

“Don’t question me!” Harry raged, jumping to his feet and glaring down at her. “Who do you think you are? You’re nothing! You’re my property, my pet, my slave, you have no right to question me!” Deep down Harry knew the reason he was shouting was because she was right, he was the one in the wrong but he didn’t really want to admit that.

Admitting he was wrong, that he wished he hadn’t put her through the stuff he had would make him face up to the fact that he didn’t view her as his pet or slave. That he didn’t want to be with her just because he wanted her to beg for his attention.

Harry knew he wanted Pansy because of her, because of who she was. He had somehow developed feelings for her and the thought both annoyed him and scared him.

“Get out!” He yelled angrily.

Pansy climbed to her feet, pulling on her dress and placed her hand on the door knob. “Just so that you know, the day you have sex with Granger is the day that ends any possibility of being with me.” She left the room slamming the door behind her.

Pansy felt quite safe with her ultimatum of Granger or her. She knew Harry well, and despite his need for control, despite his roughness and the force he used, she knew he would never force himself on her if she really didn’t want him.

But did he want her more than he wanted his control over Granger?

A sly smile spread across her lips. Perhaps Harry would need a little help in making up his mind? She wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing was she?


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Hours later during the dead of night, Hermione crept from her bedroom down the darkened corridor to Harry’s room. Opening the door soundlessly she crept into his room and crossed to his bed.

Titling her head to the side she smiled softly at Harry’s sleeping form. His black hair was all mussed up and his face was smooth and innocent when he slept.

Slipping her dressing gown from around her shoulders and placing it on the back of the chair Hermione carefully slid naked into Harry’s bed.

Almost immediately Harry gave a low sleepy moan and turned to her, his arms seeking the warmth of her body as he snuggled up against her. “Sorry…” he muttered, placing a kiss to her shoulder.

Hermione blinked in surprise. Was he dreaming?

“You came…”

“Harry?” She whispered.

“Didn’t mean what I said,” he mumbled, his hand groping up towards her breast, cupping the round orb in his palm and smoothing the nipple. Harry shifted closer to her, turning his body into her, his erection pressing into her leg.

Hermione moaned with frustration, how she wanted him! She wanted him so much she was aching. “Harry, Harry touch me,” She begged huskily.

Taking his hand she trailed it down her stomach and guided him between her legs. “Please, please, Harry.” She gave a low moan when his fingers stroked her softly, his lips placing light kisses to her shoulder.

Sighing contentedly her legs parted even more as two fingers dipped between her already wet folds, moving deeper into her body. Automatically Hermione rotated her hips over his fingers, she breathed his name, her breasts tightening, her nipples straining to painful peaks.

“So wet…” Harry mumbled, yawing slightly.

“I need you, I need you badly, Harry,” she told him in a croaked whisper. She moved into him, resting her leg over his arm to still allow his fingers easier access to her.

Harry’s lips touched her jaw bone, travelled across her cheek to her lips. “Been waiting for you to admit that,” he responded, sounding a little more awake now as he thrust his fingers into her hard.

“Yes,” she breathed, “I want you, I need you inside me, Harry.”

“Knew you did,” he muttered against her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she moaned with pleasure.

Hermione’s mind reeled at the kiss Harry gave her. His tongue exploring her mouth, flickering over her own, stroking, teasing making her ache even more and grow wetter against his hand. Her fingers curled through his hair, pressing his lips harder to her own as she kissed him back.

Suddenly she felt him freeze against her. His lips stiffened over hers and his tongue stilled.

Harry jerked back and squinted down at her in the darkness of the room, without his glasses he couldn’t see properly. “My glasses,” he instructed.

Hermione’s lips curled into a smile and she arched her body into him, moving her hips over his stilled hand. How nice that he wanted to see her as clearly as she saw him. “Alright,” she whispered, “but don’t stop.”

Once his glasses were hooked over his ears Harry gasped in shock. “Hermione! What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

She blinked in surprise. “I came to you, Harry. To be with you.” She explained, in a tone that told him he should be more than aware of that fact. “You said you were glad I came,”

“I didn’t know it was you, I was half asleep,” Harry pointed out accusingly.

“You’re awake now aren’t you? You’re still touching me.” She said. “The least you could do is finish, Harry.” She wiggled again against his fingers.

Sighing inwardly, disappointment heavy in his chest that it wasn’t Pansy who had come to him as he had believed, Harry saw no reason not to continue with what he was doing. Settling himself on his elbow over Hermione he restarted moving his fingers inside her.

She moaned, her legs spreading wider and her hips lifting into his hand as he pumped them effortlessly through the liquid heat that was now running down her thigh. “Harry,” she moaned his name.

Her body came off the bed in a perfect arch as she whimpered with delight when his thumb pressed to her clit. Raising her arms above her head Hermione gripped hold of the head board and writhed against his hand. Moaning loudly, begging him to keep going. “I can’t stand it, I’m coming, Harry I’m coming!” She cried out just before her orgasm exploded onto his hand.

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Happy now?” He wondered dryly.

“Not really. I want more Harry, I need more from you,” Hermione told him quietly. “I want you.”

Harry groaned inwardly. “Ron.” He said firmly. “I can’t do that, Hermione.” Besides, when he had sex for the first time it was going to be with Pansy. No-one else would do for him and Harry had finally accepted the situation.

She stared at him through the dimness for a few minutes. “He won’t know,”

“I think he might notice that the first time you have sex it isn’t uncomfortable for you, Hermione. Even Ron isn’t that dense.”

“But, I want you,” she repeated pitifully. Her fingers stroked his cheek softly, pulling him closer to her and she kissed him softly. “Please, Harry. Please be with me.”

Complete anger flared to life within him, who did she think she was trying to manipulate him with soft kisses and rubbing her breasts against him? He would not be controlled in such a way! He was the one with control not her and he didn’t want her anymore. Harry realised that he didn’t care to dominate Hermione any more, all he wanted was for Pansy to want him.

“Harry?”

Harry froze, this wasn’t happening to him was it? Why did everything happen to him? He turned his head and cringed in mortification. Pansy was stood in the doorway, she held aloft a small flickering candle which cast an enchanting glow onto her creamy naked skin.

She had come to him! Hadn’t she? She had come to him in the night only to find him with Hermione! Why did things never go his way?

“It’s not what you think,” He managed to force the words from his tight throat as fear wound it’s way through his veins that he had ruined everything before it started.

“It’s not my business is it?” Pansy turned around and prepared to close the door behind her. “ You owe me no expiations, Master.” She told him icily.