Slave to the Phoenix

 

Preparing for a meeting

It was the weekend and Hermione had only been at Hogwarts for five days. She had been given a tour of the castle by Draco. Her cat, Crookshanks, much to the amusement of Lucius and to the irritation of her other three Masters, had followed them. Severus had gotten so annoyed with the overly shedding feline that he limited it's movements to Hermione's and Draco's quarters.

Dinner was currently being served in the Great Hall and Hermione was sitting on a smaller chair at the head table next to Headmaster Snape. She waited as Master Snape placed some food on her smaller plate and set it in front of her. As soon as he took a bite of his dinner, she knew she was allowed to eat, and did so.

She kept her eyes lowered, uncomfortable as curious stares from the students and other staff members were upon her.

She started a bit as she heard a kind voice and turned her head toward it. She saw an older kindly women dressed in green dress and tartan scarf.

"Hello my dear. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the transfiguration Professor here at Hogwarts. We are glad to have you hear and I hope you come to think of Hogwarts as your home. I won't have the privilege of teaching you, but your Masters are very knowledgeable. You will be in the best of hands with them." The woman smiled.

Hermione smiled back. "Thank you Professor. I am very excited to be able to learn magic."

McGonagall took Hermione's hand and squeezed it. "I am sure you are dear. Your Masters are good men, Hermione. Though we may have our differences and disagreements, mind you."

"Minerva," Snape said dryly, "Let the girl eat. You will have plenty of time for chit chat later tonight."

"Of course Headmaster," replied McGonagall and then made a face at him.

Hermione barely stopped herself from giggling and the two shared a conspiratorial glance.

With a stern look from her Master, Hermione turned her attention back to her plate.

Severus saw Minerva make her face and smirked in his mind. It was good she was making Hermione more comfortable and letting their slave know she had a friend. It would be important for Hermione to have an older woman to go to communicate with. Of course, Minerva would come to them and let them know what had been discussed, but it would help their girl out tremendously.

As soon as Hermione finished her dinner, Severus advised her, "Professor Lupin will escort you to your room. We all have a meeting to attend tonight and you will be going with us. I will be down in a minute to give you your bath and get you dressed."

Observing Hermione's look of panic, he sought to reassure her. "It is best that you understand that we will take care of you. The sooner you get used to it, the better, Hermione. It has been put off long enough, now go."

Hermione struggled within not to cry and swallowed, "Yes Master."

"Good girl," he approved and watched as Hermione walked away and stopped at Remus' seat to wait for him to escort her to her room.

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Remus took Hermione's hand once they entered her room. He turned her toward him and lifted up her chin so she would look in his eyes. His gaze softened as he noticed hers shimmered with tears.

"I suppose Master Severus has told you that tonight we have a meeting to attend?"

"Yes Sir." She answered softly.

"I suppose he also let you know that from here on out, we will attend to your needs, such as bathing you, picking out your clothes, dressing you, putting you to bed and other such things?"

Hermione's eyes shifted away from Master Lupin's, but returned quickly. "He alluded to that fact, Sir."

"Hmmm. Very well then. We know you are still fighting us on the inside and know you will do so for quite a while. Hermione, many masters care for their slaves this way, but then again, many do not. We prefer to do so. We then know you are receiving the best care you can."

Remus let go of Hermione's chin and gently turned her so she was facing away from him and began to unzip her dress. They loved seeing Hermione dressed in feminine clothes. Draco had picked out the outfit for today. It was calf length and light blue, flaring out gently at the waist.

He gently eased her arms out of the sleeves, and instructing her to raise her arms up, lifted the dress off her body, leaving her in white laced bra and knickers.

"Stay in here, little one. Master Severus should be here in just a bit. I am going to go and get your bath ready." Remus left the room.

Hermione sat on her bed and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She wished she could have thrown a temper tantrum, but knew that wouldn't get her anything except punishment.

She promised herself to continue to fight them while her brain attempted to dissuade her from that promise, "They aren't bad for Masters. You could have gotten worse, and you have a chance for a magical education. Plus you are well treated and cared for. Is it really that bad? Go on… give it a chance. Maybe, just maybe, you can be happy here."

Hermione shook her head of that thought and refused to come back to it anymore, at least for tonight.

She looked up as the form of Master Snape entered her room. She got up and went over to him as he beckoned her with his finger.

"Come, it's time to clean up." And so she followed him into the bathroom.

Curls of steam and scents of lavender were wafting from the large tub in the chilly bathroom.

Master Lupin was sitting on the edge of the tub with only his trousers on. His chest was bared for her to see.

She heard him chuckle at her blush and glanced quickly away. "Master Severus will be taking his shirt off also, girl. Bathing slaves can get messy."

Hermione then heard Master Snape chuckle as well as he assisted her in the removal of her underclothes.

She eased into the bathtub with the help of her two Masters, breathing in appreciatively as the scents teased her nostrils.

She didn't quite know what feeling to pay more attention to. Discomfort because of Master Lupin's hands washing her body, or pleasure as Master Snape's hands massaged her scalp while washing her hair.

She tensed as the soapy hands of Remus ran over her breasts and then eased between her thighs, cleaning her with a careful touch, sighing in relief when his hand drew away.

Severus helped Hermione out of the bathtub and dried her off with a large towel.

He wrapped the towel around her and let her keep it there. Taking another small towel, he wrapped it around her wet hair and led her to the bedroom.

Remus came back with the shaving supplies, a small basin full of warm water, a wash cloth, a comb and moisturizing body cream.

After handing the shaving supplies off to Severus, he set the basin of warm water, the washcloth and moisturizer on her night stand.

Remus sat down on the bed and pulled Hermione down next to him. Taking the towel off her hair, he began to comb it out.

"Lift your arms up Hermione," Severus instructed.

She did so and Severus spread the cream on her pits. He then took the razor and shaved the hair off, rinsing the razor after each swipe in the basin of water. Taking the washcloth and spelling it wet, he rinsed the remains of cream off. Her legs and the area between her thighs received the same treatment.

After Severus had finished shaving Hermione, he and Remus took the moisturizer cream and rubbed it all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts and other secret places.

When they were done, they stood her up to dress her.

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Lucius and his son Draco waited in the Headmasters office for Remus, Severus and their slave to arrive.

Lucius held slim black box in his hands.

"Is that our slave's collar, father?" Draco inquired.

"Yes son, custom made as we required. After the Order meeting we will perform her collaring ceremony, with a reception afterwards. We will all have much to celebrate over."

Draco smiled at his father, and his father smiled back.

They both looked up as the trio they were waiting for walked in the room.

Draco's and Lucius' eyes darkened in desire as they saw their slave dressed in a red formfitting strapless gown with red kitten heels, her hair falling in soft curls, framing her face.

Draco walked over to Hermione and slid a finger down her cheek.

"So beautiful", he whispered.

The other men quietly agreed with him.

Draco took Hermione's hand and led her over to the floo. Taking a handful of powder. He threw it into the fireplace and shouted out loud, "Grimmauld Place! Gently pushing Hermione in and watching her go, her Masters were quick to follow.