The After Effect

A/N: I know it has taken me more than a month to put this out. Trust me I know I am horrible and a bad, bad person. I hope that you will all forgive me. I was so worried about getting this out that there are probably a dozen million grammatical and spelling errors. If so feel free to correct me. I did look through it albeit quickly and I am the worst person at correcting my own work so please if there is something wrong. TELL ME! I do not get offended easily. Promise.

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It was seven o’clock as he stood in front of the mirror with his eyes closed. He steadied his breathing, taking slow relaxing breaths, one after another. Slowly he opened his eyes to look himself in the mirror. He started at his head reaching his hands down to pull free the tie on his waste length long braid. Slowly he started to unbraid his hair, it was slow but methodical work. Finally with his hair free he ran his hands along his scalp throwing his head side to side letting his locks settle around him. His hair had gotten darker as he had gotten older going from a brown to a deep chocolate. In the sun it was obvious his hair was brown and not black but if he was inside there was no way to tell.

He moved his eyes down to his face. Taking a deep breath as he stared into his deep jade green eyes he whispered the spell to remove his glamour. As with every time a small wince went across his soft feature as the scars started to show themselves. On his right temple was a star shaped scar from a fire prong that was still an angry red as if it happened yesterday. Reaching one of his small hands up to his face he lightly feathered it across his arched eyebrows and down his small nose. Everything about him was small and almost feminine. His cheekbones were high and but soft and complemented the angles of his face.

Continuing to move his fingers downward he traced a soft scar across his throat till it disappeared under his shirt. His full lips became a small thin line. Gritting his teeth he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. His eyes watched as each new scar was revealed, small white lines that went in different directions. Some were so shirt you could cover it with your pinky, others traced from his chest down to his naval. Letting the shirt fall to the floor he brought his fingers up to trace the thin white scars shivering with the feelings they brought.

Never before had he looked at himself in such detail. If it was at all possible he didn’t look in the mirror at all. This time though he had an order and he was going to see it through. It should have been easy to stand in front of a mirror and watch yourself as you brought yourself the ultimate pleasure of ecstasy. For Harry though it wasn’t a simple task.

He unzipped his pants in one fluid motion before hooking his fingers and dropping them to the floor. Kicking them to the side he looked at himself from head to toe. He was only five six, after spending years in a cupboard, being severely starved and beaten Madam Pomfry had said be happy that he had made it the height he was at now. He didn’t mind it though, he liked being shorter than his partner or would have if he had ever been with anyone.

His eyes wandered down to his prick, which was surprisingly erect. “Doesn’t matter that you are nervous as hell and don’t masturbate does it?” He bit his lip nervously as he tantively touched himself. A soft gasp escaped his lips with the warm contact of his hand. He eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he relished the pleasure of pleasuring himself. His eyes snapped back open as he remembered his orders, he was supposed to be watching himself.


Looking back at himself in the mirror he moved his feet to stand shoulder width apart and started to gingerly touch himself. His eyes fallowed the movement of his hand in the mirror each stroke pulling a moan from him. Moving his other hand up he gently pinched his nipple applying more pressure with each stroke. Finally after a couple minutes had passed he released his nipple letting out a cry as the blood rushed back to it. Repeating the process to his other nipple he moved his hand away from his cock afraid that if he continued he would come.

With his nipples delightfully aching he wrapped his hand around his prick again his head fell forward his eyes never leaving the sigh of himself in the mirror. He felt like he could come any moment, he wasn’t used to this torture. He continued repeating the process of pinching and releasing his nipples in between stroking himself. When he felt he couldn’t hold it anymore he grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and squeezed hard the other going to his nipples and squeezing it hard with a sharp twist. The pain soared through him and allowed him to take that step away from the brink of absolute pleasure.

By the end of the two hours he could barely keep himself standing and when his alarm on his watch went off he gratefully sank to his knees small whimpers leaving his lips. He had learned so many new things about himself. There were spots on his back that were completely numb because of the scar tissue while other places were so sensitive it made him cry out. He found out that he liked the feel of nails over his skin and loved small pinches on sensitive areas. There were small scars on his thighs that made him shake has he ran his fingers over it. He found he liked firm touches more than soft caresses.

His cock was purple and jutting very angrily out at him wanting it’s release. He sat for a few moments taking deep calming breaths before moving and walking slowly and painfully to his computer.

There was a message window already up on his computer screen.

SirAlexander has sent you a message would you like to accept this message?

Harry hastily clicked the accept button and read the message.

SirAlexander: Evenin’ Shepo.

Shepo: Good Evening Sir.

SirAlexander: How are you feeling?

A blush went across his cheeks, his fingers paused over the keys before replying.

Shepo: Aching but alright.

SirAlexander: Oh, why is that?

Shepo: I think I bruised myself Sir.

SirAlexander: What were you doing to bruise yourself?

A dark blush spread across Harry’s cheeks going clear down his neck.

SirAlexander: I am waiting for an answer.

Shepo: Sorry Sir. I am embarrassed… I was pinching my nipples.

SirAlexander: It doesn’t matter if you are embarrassed or not when you are asked a question you answer it, is that clear?

Shepo: Yes Sir, sorry Sir.

SirAlexander: Good.


Harry spent the rest of the night talking to SirAlexander till he was almost falling asleep at the computer. His eyes slid closed and it wasn’t till the computer started beeping at him angrily did his eyes pop back open. Looking at the screen a look of horror crossed over his face.

SirAlexander: It is getting late.

SirAlexander: Shepo?

SirAlexander: You fell asleep.

Frantically his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Shepo: I am so sorry Sir. I…I am so sorry.

SirAlexander: Poppet it is all right. You have had an exhausting day today. Go to bed. You are going to have a busy day tomorrow.

Shepo: Thank you Sir. Goodnight.

A smile went across Harry’s lips. He had called him Poppet. He knew he shouldn’t be so excited but he couldn’t help it. He closed all the clients on his computer and turned it off. Stretching his back with a yawn he stood up still completely naked and walked into his bedroom falling onto the bed. Rolling the blanket around him like a cocoon he started to fall asleep. The last thing he thought before sleep took him was ‘What is going to happen tomorrow?’

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Harry woke up with a smile on his lips and a happy feeling spread through his body. It was like waking up and feeling as if the world had finally come together. A small knock on the door woke him from his thoughts. He knew whom it was just by the way the knuckles rapped against his door. Only one of his friends actually knocked on his door the rest rung the bell.

He squirmed out of the tangled mass of his covers and rolled out of bed. He pulled out a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulled them on. He walked towards the door in his room he caught a glance of himself in the mirror and stopped dead in his tracks. He has bruises on his chest from his fingers a hot flush fell across his face and traveled down his neck turning him the shade of a beet. Quickly he grabbed a shirt and through it on before moving quickly towards the door. He opened the door and smiled at Hermione. She looked exactly the same. Her hair was pulled back in the curliest French braid he has ever seen; she wore a pair of dark jeans and a simple cotton blouse, everything about her screamed simple beauty. She had always been his closest friend the one that knew what to do for him when he didn’t know himself.

“Hey ‘Mione what are you doing here?” He smiled and hugged her tight as she took the step into his home. He winced slightly as she hugged him back crushing his bruised chest against her. ‘Mental note, be kind to your chest.’ He thought to himself wearily. Pulling back he tilted his head to the side in question “Our usual meeting isn’t till this Thursday and last I checked it is still Tuesday.”

Hermione gently touched his cheek with her hand, “Harry we need to talk.”

It was always a wonder how those simple five words could fill a person with dread, worry, fear and a number of other horribly uncomfortable feelings. Oh Goddess she has found out. She is going to hate me, think I am disgusting. Then she is going to tell Ron who is going to tell everyone else, I’ll have no more friends. Nobody will want to be around a freak. I am a freak, a horrible disgusting freak. Harry took a step back trying to get rid of his racing thoughts. As if feeling his inner turmoil Hermione stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around him, “Harry whatever you are thinking, whatever horrible thoughts are running through your head you are wrong. I love you, and I always will.” Then those words, those three words that could fill a person with such happiness and contentment calmed Harry down. Keeping her arms wrapped tight around him she placed her chin on Harry’s shoulder she said softly “Harry I know you are Shepo.”

Confusion and fear coursed through Harry faster then the sight of his Uncle ever had. He tried to wrench himself free of Hermione’s tight grasp but nothing he did loosened her grip around him. “Harry, Harry calm down!”

“Hermione please I’ll never do anything again I’ll stop please don’t leave. I promise to be normal please-“

“Harry! The reason I know who you are is because I’m MistressWillow.”
It took Harry a few more seconds for Hermione’s words to sink in. He stilled in her arms confusion racking his brain. “What do you mean your MistressWillow… That would mean you have been in the chats… That would mean... Oh my.”

Hermione finally released Harry from her hold instead wrapping one of her hands in his and leading him to the couch. “That was my initial reaction when I looked up your Interfloo Account Number. Harry why didn’t you tell me?”

Harry looked at her first in shock and then in anger. “Tell you? Tell you! Why didn’t you tell me?”

She rubbed her face with her free hand trying to find the right words. “You had just started acting on your own doing your own things. I didn’t want to scare you by saying ‘Harry guess what? I am Blaise’s Mistress and on top of that we have a 24/7 Master/Slave relationship.” She sighed heavily “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He looked at her his anger giving way. “I understand… I don’t know what I would have done. Two years ago I would have probably freaked out but now… I just wish I would have known. This would have made things so much easier.” He looked down at the ground. What were the chances that he would go to the website that Hermione owned and then be found out. His secret that he had held so close, afraid his friends would judge and reject him. He didn’t even think for a second that she would understand much less share his desires. Suddenly a thought went through his head. “Hermione how did you know it was me? I have my Interfloo Account Number blocked.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. “There is a fine print on the front page that says your logging into the chat or forum gives us the right to check out who the hell you are. As you know the IAN is linked to your magical signature, which then you can cross-reference and find out who it is through the IAN database. Yours and a few others are the only ones that are blocked, and since I helped build the computers I know who the others ones are that only left you.”

A look of confusion came over his face. “Know who they are?”

She bit her lip slightly, a sure sign she was nervous, before answering. “Harry you are the only one of my friend that doesn’t use the site and since only my friends have a blocked IAN it was easy to figure out it was you.”

Harry stood up quickly pulling his hand free of hers “You mean Ron? And, and Draco, and Neville, and the rest of our friends? All of you? Was I the only one?” He looked at her wanting so bad to be angry at her but couldn’t. “I, you. Just damnit.”

She crossed her arms and leaned forward placing her elbows on her knees. “Harry we didn’t keep this from you to hurt you. You must know that.”

Harry sighed and looked at her running a hand through his hair. “So I have been talkin’ on a site that you own.”

“SirAlexander and I, that is correct.”

“And all of my friends go on there.”

“That is also correct.”

“So which one of my bloody friends is SirAlexander?”

Hermione stood up and looked at Harry. “None of them.”

A sigh of relief washed through Harry “Oh thank the Goddess.” He turned his eyes to Hermione who was shifting on her feet. Nervous apprehension swept through him like the ocean. “Hermione, who have I been talking to?” When she didn’t answer he grabbed her arm and shook her softly his voice raising “Hermione, who have I been talking to!”

She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “I can’t ‘ell you.”

“What the bloody hell can’t you tell me?” he was frantic now wanting to shake the truth out of her.

“Because he told me not to. I want this to work out between the two of you Harry.” She took both of his hands in hers. “I will not tell you who he is.”

“But he knows who I am? That is not fair!” Harry looked at her with hurt in his eyes.

“I would never put you in a situation to hurt you Harry. You have to believe and trust me.” She paused and looked at him. “Do you trust me Harry?” When he didn’t answer immediately she said “Do you?”

His world had been rocked turned upside down, been sucked through a vacuum and spit back out. The woman who had saved his life more times then he could count had told him she knew everything and accepted him. Not only accepted him but had put faith in him that he would accept her too. Now she was asking him if he trusted her, and he knew this answer would be opening a door. A door into a lifestyle that he desperetly wanted. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” She said gently.

“Yes Ma’am.”


~Das~

Bet you never would have guessed I put Hermione with Blaise? Crazy ain't it?
Heh sorry.
Had to add that.