The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowland and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language and violence. reader discretion is advised.


Harry sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table at breakfast. Wolfgang Wagner and Risa Rezek were talking animatedly about Quidditch but it seemed to Hermione that Harry only half listened. He snuck glances toward Hermione but she would avert her eyes quickly. She didn‘t want him to see the lost look in her eyes. She didn‘t want him to be angry with her anymore. Almost relieved, but more upset, she watched him leave the table as soon as he finished his breakfast.

She fought hard to control the tears that threatened to erupt but it was a losing battle. She excused herself from the table and rushed to the girl’s washroom. When the door was tightly closed she let out a wretched sob and fell to her knees.

Moaning Myrtle poked her head out of her stall with a gleeful smile. The smile faded when she noticed it was Hermione.

“What’s the matter dear?” Myrtle inquired. “Has everyone found out about your little show? I didn’t tell. I swear.”

“No Myrtle,” Hermione choked through a sob. “I… I just had a row with Harry.”

“Was it about coming to see me? You haven’t been in.”

Hermione stood up on shaky legs and went over to the sink. She dipped her hand into the cold water and splashed it over her face. She shivered at the frigid water. “Sort of Myrtle.”

Myrtle pouted. “I haven’t told anyone Hermione. When are you bringing Harry Potter in here?”

“I don’t know!” Hermione screeched and bolted from the ghost.

Myrtle looked after her in surprise. “Well,” she breathed before she flew up into the air and dived into her toilet.

On her way to class as she dashed along the corridor, a raspy voice intoned “Locomoto Mortis.” Hermione felt her legs snap together and she fell to the floor. When she rolled to a stop she looked up into the face of Professor Snape. “Running in the halls Miss Granger? Where in the world could you be in such a hurry to arrive at? That’s five points from Gryffindor.”

Hermione stared up at the Potions Master in horror. “I was on my way to class Professor,” she gasped.

“Might I suggest Miss Granger,” he sneered. “That you attempt to arrive on time and avoid running in the halls.” As Snape turned to go he flicked his wand and said “Finite Incantatem. And one more thing Miss Granger. You just failed Professor Weasley’s pop quiz.”

Hermione caught up with Harry walking towards the greenhouses to Herbology. Harry looked around nervously, afraid someone might see them together and mumbled something about forgetting the homework and dashed off to get it. He showed up ten minutes late for the class. Hermione hung her , he, her hurt and confusion overwhelming her.

“Mister Potter,” Professor Sprout lectured. “That will be five points from Gryffindor for tardiness. Try to be on time in the future please.”

“Yes Professor,” Harry mumbled.

Ron didn\'t know what was going on between his two friends and tried to act as mediator. At lunch he made Harry sit on one side of him and Hermione the other.

\"What is going on between you two?\" Ron asked.

Harry pushed his food around on his plate. “Not a thing. Everything is fine. Peachy.\"

Ron looked at his friend flabbergasted. Glancing over at Hermione didn\'t ease his confusion. Sitting very quietly, Hermione\'s plate of food wasn\'t even touched. She had her head down and her face was rather pale. \"Now I know something\'s bothering you Hermoine. You haven\'t said hardly anything.\"

She turned her head very slightly and looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye. His head was turned the opposite way. Fighting to keep from crying, Hermione said, \"I didn\'t sleep well last night Ron.\"

\"Another nightmare?\" Ron asked concerned.

\"You can say that,\" she choked. \"This was ten times worse though.\"

\"Tell me about it.\"

\"No, it\'s okay. I\'d rather not.\"

Ron put his arm across her shoulders and pulled her to him. She leaned against him and sighed deeply. \"Come on Hermione. It might make you feel better.\"

She looked up into his smiling face and tried to smile too. It didn\'t work and instead a tear fell from her eye. \"It was bad Ron.\"

Harry shook his head in disgust. Bad was an understatement. He felt hollow inside. It was like someone had opened up his chest and scooped out his heart. He had trusted Hermione. He would have done anything for her. Well, almost anything. Harry couldn\'t understand why she insisted upon being put under the Imperious Curse. If she wanted to be a little submissive they could have tried that. Harry had read some pretty interesting books over the summer. He went to the library a lot, just to get away from Dudley. Dudley wouldn\'t be caught dead in a library. Harry might not be as astute as Hermione but he did like to read. Especially when the topic was sex. The library held a great many books like that. \'The Story of O\', \'The Kuma Sutra\', \'Exit to Eden\', and many others were a great way to learn about certain situations. If Hermione wanted to try some of those things, Harry would have played along. They could have set up some rules, safety words to keep it tolerable, but Harry didn\'t think he would have been able to do anything with a whip or spanking. It just seemed wrong.

And so was the Imperious Curse. Ordering Hermione to do something and letting her decide to do it or not was one thing, but having control and Hermione not being able to back down if the situation was not to her liking was something else.

Harry remembered what the Imperious Curse had felt like from his fourth year. The sensation of acceptance, the compulsion to do something that was forced down on you. He remembered the burning agony when he tried to stop himself. How disorienting it felt when the spell was lifted. He shuddered at the thought of being put under that curse again. Worse was the idea of using it on someone else.

\"How bad?\" Ron asked in an encouraging whisper.

\"It started out as a really nice dream. I was with… someone and we were kissing and teasing each other…\"

Harry stood up quickly making Hermione flinch. \"I have to go finish… some homework for Charms.\" Harry quickly jogged out of the Great Hall.

\"We didn\'t have any homework for Charms did we?\" Ron asked in a panic.

Hermione shook her head. \"No, we didn\'t.\"

Ron looked at her suspiciously. \"You weren\'t talking about a dream were you? You were with Harry! Something\'s happened between you two and I want to know what. Spill Hermione.\"

Hermione let out a strangled sob and ran from the hall. Ron, mouth open in shock stared after her. He looked around at the faces around him and their questioning looks. Shrugging his shoulders dejectedly, he took a sip of his orange juice. Over the top of his glass he noticed Malfoy smiling smugly. Ron glared at the Slytherin before he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. He didn\'t know where to go. Hermoine was probably in the library. Harry said he was going to get the mysterious homework he needed for Charms, meaning he went to the common room.

\"Who should I go talk to?\" he whispered. The question became moot when the first bell chimed throughout the castle. Lunch was over and he had ten minutes to get to class. He would just have to talk to them later.

Seamus, Dean and Neville came up behind him as he was trudging along the corridor. \"So what\'s up with Harry and Hermione?\" Dean asked.

Ron looked at the three boys. \"I don\'t know. They\'ve been acting weird all day.”

\"Maybe they had a fight,\" Neville suggested.

\"That\'s what it looks like, but they aren\'t talking. To me or each other.\"

The four boys rounded the corner and stopped in front of the locked door to Charms. \"This is weird,\" Seamus commented. \"Flitwick doesn\'t usually have his door locked.\"

\"Maybe he\'s afraid you\'ll blow something up again,\" Dean laughed. He cried out as Seamus punched him on the arm. Rubbing his arm, Dean playfully stuck out his tongue at Seamus.

The Ravenclaw class showed up then, followed closely behind by Lavender and Parvati. It was strange that Flitwick was making them wait. Hermione showed up but stood off away from the group. The chatter was getting louder as the seconds ticked by. Not that he minded just standing in the halls when he was supposed to be in class, but Ron was getting impatient.

Harry showed up then and frowned. He was hoping everyone would be inside so he wouldn\'t have to face anyone. Ron smiled slightly and waved Harry over. Not coming over would seem very rude so Harry crept slowly over towards Ron. He winced in pain as he neared his friend. His scar buzzing uncomfortably. Harry put one hand on his forehead and the other sank into his pocket, grabbing his wand. He automatically thought of Voldemort and feared the evil wizard was up to no good once again. Ron opened his mouth to ask him what was wrong when from down the corridor a shout echoed forth.

A flash of light enveloped the students and every one of them was knocked from their feet. \"Splendid! Splendid!\" cried Professor Flitwick as he scurried over. The diminutive wizard clapped his gnarly hands together and laughed. \"You all failed your pop quiz, courtesy of Professor Weasley of course. Most amusing. MOST amusing! Come along then children, into the class. Let\'s begin.\"

The class was a blur to Harry, Ron and Hermoine. They sat together in stony silence trying not to look at each other. Ron, sitting between his two best friends felt very uncomfortable. He didn\'t know why but he felt like a wall between Harry and Hermione.

Class ended not soon enough and as Hermione made to flee the room quickly, Ron grabbed her wrist and snatched Harry by the back of the robe and dragged them down a small hallway. He roughly pushed them into an empty room and closed the door.

\"I want to know what\'s up with you two and we\'re not leaving here until you talk.\" He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the door, the only means to escape.

Harry shot a surprised look at Hermione. She was equally as shocked. Shaking his head irritably. \"Ron, it\'s complicated.\"

\"I don\'t care if it\'s bloody complicated. You better tell me or I\'ll hex you into next week.\"

Harry glowered at his friend. “You don’t have the stones to hex me Ron,” he snapped. “Or the talent. Trust me, you don’t want to know what really happened. Let’s just say that our dear friend Hermione pretended to be something she’s not.”

Hermione blanched at Harry’s angry words. His voice sounded so cold and his eyes burned her with their disgust. “I never Harry! Please, I didn’t mean to hurt you. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Ron watched the exchange, his confusion getting deeper with every word. “What are you two on about? What the Hell happened?”

“It’s none of your damn business Ron!” Harry yelled, his voice echoing in the chamber.

Harry took a step towards the door but Ron blocked his path. Hesitantly, he pulled his wand from his pocket and held it out in front of him. With a fearful shake to his voice he warned, “Harry, if you don’t tell me what’s going on I’ll hex you. I mean it.”

Anger rising in his stomach, Harry felt his forehead buzz lightly. It seemed as if there was a gnat flitting inside his head that he just couldn’t catch. Harry pulled his wand from his own pocket, the thin wood seemingly to jump into his hand, vibrant with crackling magic. “Turbo, Onis!” Harry shouted. A whooshing noise roared inside the room and Ron found himself in the middle of a tornado. He began to spin round and round. Dust and papers began to spin about the young man and his feet left the floor. Hermione shrieked as she clutched the heavy desk, trying desperately not to be caught up in the whirlwind also. Harry strode over to the door as Ron spun away. Looking back, his robes whipping about, Harry flicked his wrist and muttered the counter spell. Ron dropped to the floor and wheezed, trying to get his equilibrium back. Hermione was at Ron’s side helping him up as Harry spoke. “Stay out of my business Ron. Oh, and a word to the wise, don’t be fooled by her.” Harry’s voice was harsh, his pointing finger the ultimate accusation. “She’ll use you if you let her. Watch yourself.”

Ron and Hermione watched grimly as Harry slammed the door. The whole room seemed to shake. Hermione stood up and moved off a few feet. Slowly, Ron picked himself up and dusted his robes off. When he looked up he had to put his hand on the desk to steady himself. The sense of vertigo still strong and threatening a massive upheaval of lunch.

The red haired wizard finally got his stomach to settle down and he looked at his female friend. Just as he was about to open his mouth to talk, Hermione spun around and looked at him. Her brown eyes were darkened by grief. With her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, Hermione confessed. “Ron, I need to tell you what happened.”