A Debt Repaid

Saturday morning dawned clear, sunny, and warm. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Hermione was looking forward to visiting the town. She had seen flyers around town during her last visit advertising a party to be held at the Boar’s Head Pub. It was a rather seedy pub, always dark and smoky, but she had heard rumors of several of the wilder students planning to attend. It promised to be an interesting experience.

Hermione stretched and yawned, throwing her arm across the empty pillow next to her. Anna was gone. She looked over at the bed next to hers. It was empty. Anna must have already headed down to breakfast.

Hermione got up and dressed quickly. Since it was the weekend, she didn’t have to wear her school uniform. She chose a short black skirt (no panties of course – Anna would kill her), a red baby t-shirt with a black rose on the front, and black knee-high leather boots. To accessorize, she put on a black leather choker and wristband and pulled her hair back with a strip of black lace. Quickly doing her makeup, Hermione ran down to the Great Hall, ignoring the shocked looks of her housemates as she passed through the Common Room.

As Hermione entered the Hall, the room went silent. Every eye in the room was trained on her as she made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Anna. Anna gaped at Hermione wordlessly. She was used to seeing Hermione in a jeans and t-shirt on the weekends. She had never before seen this amazing creature with blood-red lips, smoky eyes, and outrageously sexy clothes.

“Problem?” asked Hermione, smirking.

Anna shook her head in awe. “Not a bit,” she said.

* * *

Anna and Hermione spent the morning wandering in the woods surrounding Hogsmeade. The sunlight filtering through the treetops made Hermione look like a dark angel. Anna took Hermione’s hand and stopped her next to a stream.

“Hermione,” she whispered, “you are so beautiful.” She kissed her softly.

“Anna,” Hermione moaned as Anna ran her lips down Hermione’s neck. She slid her hands up Hermione’s soft back under her shirt.

The two girls were so involved with one another that they didn’t notice that someone was watching them.

Draco Malfoy crouched behind a juniper bush on the other side of the stream. He had been hiding from Crabbe and Goyle and had stumbled across a secluded path leading into the woods. His curiosity piqued, he had decided to follow it to see where it came out. To his surprise, he had spotted two of the hottest girls in the school going at it. He slipped his hand into his jeans and rubbed his dick as he watched the girls kiss.

* * *

The party didn’t start until 7 that evening, so Anna and Hermione went to dinner first at a nearby restaurant. It specialized in Italian food. Hermione had developed a taste for good Italian food during a summer trip to Italy with her parents, so she suggested to Anna what she thought she might like to try.

Hermione was somewhat nervous about being out on a real date with a girl. Anna was openly bisexual, but Hermione had never dated a girl before. She wasn’t sure how her friends would react. Even Ron and Harry didn’t know about the relationship. Hermione decided to stop thinking for now about what everyone else would think and focus on enjoying her date.

“What’s your middle name, Hermione?”

Hermione looked up from her pasta in surprise. “Jane,” she said, “why do you ask?”

Anna sighed. “We really don’t know a lot about each other, do we?” she said. “It’s been nothing but sex, sex, sex. Not that the sex is bad, mind you –” Hermione chuckled at this. “But is that all we want?” Anna put her fork down and looked at Hermione seriously. “Do you want a real relationship with me?” she asked quietly.

“Of course I do, Anna,” Hermione said, smiling gently. “I would be very lucky to have someone like you for a girlfriend.”

Anna grinned. She looked immensely relieved. “So,” she said, “let’s make it official.” To Hermione’s surprise, Anna stood up and walked around to her side of the table. Kneeling beside Hermione’s chair, she took her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, “Hermione Jane Granger, will you be my girlfriend?”

Kissing Anna softly on the lips, Hermione whispered, “Of course.”

Anna beamed. She placed her hands on each side of Hermione’s face and kissed her hard. Hermione buried her hands in Anna’s hair and kissed back. After a moment, Anna broke the kiss and moved back to her own seat. “I’m starving,” she announced, “I was so nervous about tonight that I could hardly eat all day. Oh –” she said through a mouthful of pasta, “don’t forget,” she swallowed and leaned in, speaking softly so that no one at the neighboring tables could here. “I’m still in charge for two more days.”

Hermione laughed. “Yes, Mistress,” she said happily.

* * *

At quarter past seven that evening, Hermione and Anna arrived at the Boar’s Head Pub. They could hear loud music, conversation, and laughter emanating from inside. Hermione moved to open the door and Anna stopped her.

“I have something for you first,” she said, pulling a small box from the pocket of her robe. She handed it to Hermione, who looked quizzically at her and opened the box. Coiled in the bottom of the box, resting on a bed of white cotton, was a long, thin silver chain with a clasp at one end and a loop at the other.

“Mistress?” she asked, “what is this?”

“The mark of your enslavement, dear one,” said Anna, taking the chain out of the box and hooking it onto Hermione’s choker. She slipped the loop on the end around her wrist. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”

Hermione did not protest. She was somewhat nervous about officially coming out as bisexual, but better to do it now and get it over with. She took a deep breath and opened the door, holding it open for Anna to enter first. She followed two steps behind, head lowered as befitting a slave in the company of her mistress.

Conversation almost stopped as the two entered. Looking around, Hermione saw shocked looks on the faces of many of the students present. There were a few knowing smirks from Ron, Neville, Eddie Carmichael, and several others Hermione recognized from the wild night on the Quiddich Pitch.

“What the hell is this?” Hermione heard from a shadowy corner of the room. She looked over at Harry. He stood and slammed his mug of beer on the table next to him. Every person in the room stared as he stomped out of the room, heading upstairs where every room had been reserved in preparation for the party. Hermione fought back tears as she watched him go. She had never thought to talk to him about Anna. She felt like a traitor for hurting one of her best friends.

Hermione looked pleadingly at Anna, who nodded and headed after Harry. The world seemed to move in slow motion as the girls crossed the room. Despite the continued pounding beat of the music, Hermione felt that the room was silent and felt every eye boring into her back as she climbed the stairs.

Hermione and Anna peeked into a couple of rooms before they found Harry. The rooms were still empty, as the party had just begun.

Finally, they found him in a small, easily overlooked room. They almost walked past it, thinking it was a broom closet. They peeked around the door into the room, too nervous to enter for a minute or two. Harry stood with his back to the door, staring out the window at the rapidly approaching darkness of the night. Without turning, he spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Hermione?”

Hermione could hear the tears in his voice. Quickly, she and Anna entered the room, closing the door softly behind them. Hermione approached Harry tentatively. She touched his shoulder and was shocked at the look on his face. Raw pain was mirrored in his eyes.

“You could have at least told me,” he said harshly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “I would have understood.”

Hermione sighed. “No, you wouldn’t,” she said, leaning into him and stroking his hair.

“You’re right,” Harry sniffed, “I wouldn’t. I never thought – I mean, I always assumed we –”

“I know,” Hermione said gently, “you’re in love with me. You thought we’d end up together eventually.”

Harry nodded mutely.

Hermione put her arms around Harry and lay her head on his shoulder. They stood there together silently for a food minutes. They were both startled at the sound of a step behind them. They had both forgotten that Anna was even in the room.

“Hermione,” whispered Anna, tugging on Hermione’s arm, “c’mere, we need to talk.”

Harry watched, confused, as the two girls whispered frantically for almost ten minutes. They seemed almost to be arguing. Harry could only hear snippets of what was said. “But Harry won’t…” “Share?” “…rumors…” “…complicated…” Finally, the two seemed to come to some sort of agreement. From the satisfied smirk on Anna’s face, Harry assumed she had won the argument. As she leaned forward to give Hermione a quick peace-offering kiss, Harry turned away quickly to look out the window once more. Not that there was much to see, as the sun had set completely and the streets were now quite dark.

Harry heard the door open and close. The girls must have left. His shoulders sagged and he was no longer able to stem the tide of tears that poured down his cheeks.

“Harry?”

Harry jumped. “Hermione,” he gasped, wiping his face quickly and turning to face her, “I thought you were gone.”

“No,” she said, “I thought we needed to speak alone. Come sit next to me.” Taking his hand, she pulled him to the bed and pushed him to sit on it. She sat next to him, curling one foot under her. Harry couldn’t help but smile. Despite everything, she still managed to be so ladylike and dainty – or at least as dainty as one can be in a miniskirt and platform boots.

Hermione took a deep breath and began speaking. “Harry, Anna and I were discussing my feelings for you and for her. You see, I love you both. No, wait, let me finish,” she said quickly when Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock and he began to speak. Harry closed his mouth and nodded. “So,” she continued, “she had this idea. Her idea was that it would be easier on everybody if I wasn’t forced to choose between you. We could be – for lack of a better word – a triad. Like a couple, with three. You could take turns having alone time with me, and even with each other if you like, and we could all three spend time together as well.”

Hermione stopped abruptly and snapped her mouth shut. She and Harry sat in silence for a moment. “Well?” she demanded, “what do you think?”

“I – I” he stammered, “well, it sounds like you’ve got it all worked out.”

“Of course, it’ll be hard,” Hermione looked up at the ceiling and began ticking off ideas on her fingers. “We’ll have to work off the logistics of the thing, who’s doing what when, and where I’m going to be at any given time, how to deal with rumors, what to tell people. Then there’s the whole problem with jealousy –”

“Hermione,” interrupted Harry, placing one finger over her lips, “shut up.” He leaned in and kissed her.

Hermione immediately fell backward onto the bed, pulling him on top of her. He slid his hand up her leg and slipped it into her skirt. To his surprise and delight, he realized that she was not only sans undergarments, she was dripping wet as well.

“Gods, Hermione,” he murmured against her mouth, “you were ready for anything tonight, weren’t you?”

Hermione chuckled and let her knees fall apart, allowing Harry better access. He stroked her pussy gently, making her squirm against him. She lifted her hips to his hand. “More!” she moaned. Harry complied without hesitation. He slid two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them in and out, stroking her clit with his thumb. Within three minutes, he had brought her to climax, gasping and moaning beneath him.

Harry lay on his back and pulled Hermione to his side. She pillowed her head on his chest and lay one arm over his chest.

“I take it this means that you agree to our little proposition?” she smiled up at him.

Harry pretended to think about it. “I suppose,” he said in a mockingly sacrificial tone.

Hermione grinned and kissed him, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. She slid her hand into his underwear and squeezed his cock. He murmured happily and closed his eyes as she freed his penis and began stroking it gently.

Hermione knew instinctively just what to do to drive Harry wild. She stroked his thighs as she began sucking him. He came quickly, groaning loudly as he filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop, smacking her lips in satisfaction. “C’mon, Harry,” she said, giggling, “let’s get back to the party.”

* * *

Harry, Hermione, and Anna were the center of attention the rest of the evening. The three of them spent the rest of the party in a dark corner of the room, half-hidden behind a velvet-draped room divider. They whispered and laughed together, taking every opportunity to touch one another. Hermione sat between her two lovers, with Harry’s arm draped across her shoulders and Anna’s hand holding hers.

She sat back and looked back and forth between Harry and Anna. Harry leaned forward and brushed a lock of hair out of Anna’s eyes. Instead of feeling jealous, Hermione was surprised to feel intense happiness at the obvious affection between the two. She grinned. Maybe this was going to work after all.