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Content Warnings: Exhibitionism, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Butt Plugs, Squirting.


“None of you have to stick around for the next part if you don’t want to,” Hermione said once she had finally willed herself to pull away from her husband’s heavenly lips. She turned to Ginny and Lavender, smiling reassuringly. “I don’t want any of you to be uncomfortable. Teresa and Luna can be witnesses for the rest of the ceremony.”

“Same goes for you, mate,” Harry said, turning to his best man. “We don’t want to force you to be a part of our lifestyle.”

Neville blushed, but shook his head firmly. “The trust you’ve placed in me, Harry… It would be an honor to see this through.”

“Likewise.” Ginny nodded.

Hermione turned to Lavender, who giggled. “Hey, don’t look at me. I consider this as an opportunity to learn new things,” she said with a wink.

Harry laughed. “Just… don’t throw my best friend in the deep end of the pool headfirst, Brown.”

Hermione squealed quietly when Harry bent and picked her up bridal style without warning. Her hands instinctively went to grab his broad shoulders to support herself. She blushed furiously at the catcalls from their friends.

“Are we really doing this?” she whispered, nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

“We’re really doing this,” Harry confirmed.

“Husband.”

“Wife.”

“OI! I was promised a front-row seat to some hot sex, not a cheesy love story!” Lavender hollered.

Harry chuckled and stepped down from the platform, carrying her back inside the empty kink club.

“So, how does this work?” Lavender asked, running to catch up to Teresa. Ginny, Neville, and Luna followed behind them. Luna was humming a wedding tune quietly as she walked, while Neville leaned forward, just as eager as Lavender for details on what was about to happen.

“Hermione will perform three acts of service while Harry binds her to him,” Teresa said, her voice filled with a sense of pride. She had heartily approved of the trial the couple had picked. It suited them perfectly. “If, at the end of the ceremony, Harry approves of those acts, he will collar her and claim her as his.”

“What’re the acts?” Neville blushed when everyone with the exception of Harry and Hermione turned to look at him.

“I don’t know the exact details. Neither does Harry,” Teresa replied with a slight shrug. “Only Hermione does. Every act of submission is her decision, and will hold some personal significance to their relationship.”

They walked through the deserted club, through the various areas until they reached a large black door. Hermione reached out and pushed it open, her heart thudding in her chest as they stepped into the hallway that led to a number of private rooms. Only Harry’s strong arms around her slender body kept her from hyperventilating and passing out.

What if he doesn’t like my acts of service?

A dominant could, theoretically, reject them and refuse to collar his submissive. Although Teresa had assured her that it had never happened in any of the numerous collarings she had witnessed, her brain had convinced her that she would be an exception. It didn’t help that the acts of service she had settled on felt rather tame and not so special compared to some of the accounts she had read.

“Any door will do, Harry,” Teresa said as they all stepped into the heavily carpeted hallway. “All the private rooms are similarly stocked and have everything you might need.”

Harry nodded, skipping the first two red doors, but pausing in front of the third. Teresa leaned around them to open the door before stepping back.

“Last chance,” Harry whispered. He looked down at her, and his gorgeous green eyes held nothing but love and concern.

“Take me. I don’t want to leave this place without a ring on my finger and your collar around my neck,” Hermione replied, burying her face in his chest.

It would be alright, she decided. If he was disappointed by her choices, or if her performance wasn’t good enough, she’d simply ask for another ceremony.

Their friends cheered when Harry stepped over the threshold, carrying her inside the playroom. He set her down in the very middle of the dungeon before stepping back and taking a second to admire his wife.

She was, he decided, the most gorgeous woman in existence. He reached out and tucked a stray curl that had slipped out of her hairdo behind her ear, and the gentle brush of his finger against her cheek caused her to shiver in anticipation. Her large brown eyes looked at him with a mixture of fear, lust, and utter adoration.

His eyes traveled lower, down her slender and regretfully naked neck, to her petite body. She was a tiny creature, barely reaching up to his chin even with the high heels she wore. The slight plunge of the neckline of her wedding dress gave a tantalizing glimpse of her perky breasts, and he had to stop himself from reaching out to her chest. There was a sequence of events he had to follow if the ceremony was to have any meaning.

He watched as their friends settled onto the two couches provided in the room with the exception of Teresa, who moved to stand behind Hermione.

“What are you?” Harry asked, grasping Hermione’s chin and tilting her head to make her look up at him. Her wide pupils and ragged breathing were clear signs of the effect he was already having on her.

“I am yours, sir,” Hermione replied. She had decided not to add ‘submissive’ to her answer. She was many things to him. His best friend. His wife. His princess. And yes, his submissive and his pet. But above everything else, she was his.

He let go of her chin and she immediately bowed her head, lowering her eyes as a sign of respect. She locked her arms behind her back and waited for him to continue.

“What do you want?”

“To be collared, sir. To be claimed and bound to you, from this day until my last.”

“How do you intend to prove you deserve to wear my collar?”

“With three acts of submission that prove my dedication and love for you, sir,” Hermione whispered. She watched Lavender lean forward with an excited expression on her face from the corner of her eyes.

Harry walked over to the door and shut it. While it was completely unnecessary given the fact that the entire club was empty, it did serve to add an extra layer of intimacy to their ceremony. It was private. Only for them, and for those they trusted with this part of their life.

She could see him walk around the room, searching through the drawers of the cabinets arranged along the walls for something. Suppressing her curiosity, she forced herself not to look up. She maintained her position, waiting for him to give her the order to start.

“You may begin, Miss Granger,” Harry said.

“Mrs. Potter,” she corrected, shivering as she said her new surname out loud for the first time.

“Mrs. Potter,” Harry conceded with a huge smile. “You may begin.”

“For my first act, I give you my sight, and with it, my mind,” Hermione murmured. Teresa understood what she meant, and retrieved a black satin blindfold from a drawer with practiced ease, holding it out for Harry. “For I trust my husband, my dominant, my daddy to always be there to guide me.”

“Blindfolds are the easiest way into subspace for Hermione,” Luna piped up serenely.

“What’s subspace?” Lavender asked, her eyes glued on the spectacle in front of her.

“Bliss,” Hermione whispered, a radiant smile on her face.

“Freedom,” Luna added, pulling out the small magic camera from her purse and getting to her feet. Harry and Hermione had asked her to take photos of the ceremony for a private album, meant only for their eyes. She circled around the couple at some distance, giving them their space but determined to capture all the important milestones of the collaring for posterity.

Harry silently took the blindfold from Teresa, walking to stand behind Hermione. He wrapped the silky cloth over her eyes, securing it in place with a knot. Hermione relished the sudden darkness. It helped her quench the last holdout in her mind that was still fighting against the tug of subspace, allowing her to drown in the floating sensation where she was at her happiest. While she was in it, she was without fear or worry.

Harry did not ask her to continue, so she stood in place, waiting for orders to continue. She shivered when she felt his hand on her back, undoing the silk ties that held her wedding dress together. His fingers dug into her tanned skin, carefully pulling the dress down her body.

“Don’t move,” Harry ordered. He pushed his hands under her arms, easily lifting her free from the dress that had pooled around her ankles. Teresa grabbed the dress, neatly folding it. She placed the dress on top of a drawer before returning her attention to the couple, attentive to anything they might need.

Every single one of their friends watched, enraptured, as Harry hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her silk slip, pulling it down her shoulders. The soft material slid down her body, leaving her completely naked with the exception of her hand gloves and stockings.

The world around them disappeared. Only the two of them existed, bound in a primal relationship. He was the hunter, claiming his quarry at long last. She spread her legs, the heady scent of her arousal filling the air around them. Harry shivered. The aroma, combined with the enticing glistening of the wetness coating her inner thighs nearly convinced him to abandon the rest of the ceremony and claim her right there and then. Almost.

“Continue,” he said gruffly, his voice hoarse. He ignored the uncomfortable throbbing in his trousers, his hands moving to grasp her wrists.

Hermione concentrated on her breathing as her arms were pulled behind her back, forcing her mind to focus on the words she had spent all week repeating over and over until she was sure no matter what came to pass, she would not forget them.

“For my second act of submission, I give you my body,” Hermione murmured, smiling at the gasp from Ginny. The tiny magical tattoo of the Hungarian Horntail had poked out from under her stocking, winding around her right thigh as it traveled up her body. “For you are an artist, sir, and I am your muse and canvas,” she whispered. The dragon circled around the curve of her firm buttock, before moving up her back and finally curling around the word tattooed between her shoulder blades.

‘Princess.’

“Daddy and Princess. Dominant and Submissive. Husband and Wife. Best-”

“Friends,” Harry finished, securing her wrists together with the red ribbon he had collected from the drawer.

“Yes,” Hermione whispered, trembling as he reached out with his fingers to trace the two tattoos.

“Did it hurt?” Harry asked. She beamed at the obvious pride and admiration in his voice.

I’m not a worthless mudblood.

She was worthy. She was worthy of love and affection. She was worthy of a happy life.

Bellatrix had lost. Voldemort had lost. She and Harry had, at long last, won.

“After spending three years in your ‘tender’ care, sir,” Hermione teased, playfulness creeping into her voice, “I didn’t feel a thing.”

SMACK.

Hermione groaned, bending over at the harsh smack to her firm ass. Harry winked at Luna, his hand burying in Hermione’s hair to support her. Luna grinned, quickly clicking a photo of the bright red handprint imprinted on Hermione’s right asscheek.

Hermione tried to stand up straight, only to be thwarted in her efforts by Harry’s hand in her hair. He wanted her bent, head down, ass up.

“Your entire body is mine, Miss Granger?” Harry had removed his hand. The complex bun she had spent an hour arranging her hair into was completely destroyed, her sleek brown curls cascading down her back.

“Every last part,” Hermione whispered, her breathing heavy. She grunted as his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her pert bum, pulling the cheeks apart. The grunt turned into a surprised squeal when he dribbled saliva into her tight, puckered hole, and she squirmed at the sensation of the cold wetness intruding into her still virgin ass.

Fuck.

Her husband truly did intend to mark every last part of her as his.

“Just a plug, darling. For now. A very special plug though, you can thank Teresa for it later,” Harry murmured, coating the cold metal of the small buttplug with his drool, before gently pushing the tip inside her ass.

“I- ACK! MERLIN!” Her body went limp with shock as he pushed the plug inside her, stretching out her tight hole.

“There.” He stepped back, pulling his hands away and letting her collapse to the floor, dazed and shocked.

“I… so full,” Hermione mumbled, her hands straining against their bonds to feel the jewel poking out from between her asscheeks. “What… special about it?” She wriggled on the floor, struggling to get back to her feet.

“Do you want to enlighten her, Luna?” Harry asked, turning to their friend who had stepped forward to click a photo of Hermione in her current state.

“It has a very pretty ruby set in the hilt, and engraved on it in gold are the letters H and P,” Luna said, taking the photo and stepping back. “I think it means your ass belongs to Harry now,” Luna added with a tranquil smile.

“I…OH!” Hermione collapsed back to the floor, her efforts to get to her feet causing the plug to shift deeper into her ass. “I don’t think he has ever left me in any doubt about that fact Luna,” Hermione panted, giving up. She was at her daddy’s feet, which, given the occasion, seemed fitting enough.

Harry knelt next to his prone wife, gently pulling the limp girl into his lap. She had a huge smile plastered on her face, giddy with lust and excitement. He pushed her legs apart, revealing her tight, wet womanhood to everyone in the audience.

“Is this mine?” Harry asked softly, his palm flat against her slick cunt.

“Y-yes sir. All yours. Only yours,” Hermione mumbled, knowing she was seconds away from begging.

Begging for what?

For whatever daddy sees fit, the voice in her head decided.

“Hmm.” Harry accepted the toy he had picked out and entrusted to Teresa, his finger pushing inside her and parting her slit as it traveled up and gently circled her sensitive nub. “What is your third act of submission, pet?” he asked, clipping the tiny vibrator to her clit.

“I-I am of two minds about it, sir,” Hermione admitted, her cheeks red. She had settled on the more traditional offering before the ceremony had started, but the position they were in was quickly making her reconsider her decision. He towered over her, her dominant. But he also held her in his arms, a gesture of love and partnership. Just what her original gift had meant to demonstrate.

“Oh?”

“I-I thought of something. But it’s not a traditional act of submission, so I thought of a backup. So, if you don’t like it, you need to tell me daddy, so I can do the other thing. The first thing that I came up with, I originally thought was the perfect act of submission, but I realize now it’s a gesture of partnership. Not good for a collaring ceremony.” His finger on her lips quickly cut off her rambling.

“Pet?”

“Yes, sir?”

“What’s the original act that you thought of?”

Hermione wished that her hands were free, so she could take his hands and guide them to where she wanted them. As things stood, she could only make a request.

“Sir?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you please place your hands on my belly?” She shivered as he gently lay his palms on her flat stomach.

Not flat for too long, I hope.

“For my third act,” she mumbled, trembling, terrified she was about to ruin everything. “I stopped taking my contraceptive potion this morning. Because for my final display of love, I want to give you… us… a future together,” she whispered, a single tear leaking out from under her blindfold.

The room was completely silent with the exception of her heart, which was beating so hard she felt it would burst out of her chest any minute.

She gasped at the feeling of soft leather wrapping around her neck, turning blindly to look up at Harry.

“I accept your submission, Hermione Granger-Potter, and take you as my lawfully wedded submissive,” he whispered, clicking the collar in place. “And there is nothing that would give me greater joy than building a future together… as partners,” he finished, bending to brush his lips against hers.

Hermione had a silly grin plastered on her face as Harry withdrew. Her blush only deepened at the playful whistling from Neville and Ginny, and she turned in their direction, a bashful expression on her face.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out,” Harry ordered. Her head whipped back into position as she obeyed his order.

“Wh-ACK!” She grunted in pain as her tongue was clamped. The taut wire connecting the clamp to something meant it was no longer possible for her to close her mouth or talk.

Isn’t the ceremony supposed to finish with the collaring? Did I miss something?

“Now, Mrs. Potter. While I may have collared you, you still haven’t made good on all of your promises. We can’t leave this room until you’re pregnant after all,” he teased, flicking the switch to turn on the vibrator.

Hermione gasped at the sudden assault on her clit, her back arching and legs flailing as the unexpected orgasm that had been building up throughout the ceremony rocked her body. She collapsed back into his lap, her body limp, only to be pushed off it and flipped onto the floor on her knees.

“Phreghant?” Hermione’s eyes went wide under the blindfold as she understood the implication of his words. He had no intention of waiting.

The thought of it turned the trickle of arousal seeping out of her needy cunt to turn into a flood.

“Merlin Potter, if I knew you were packing that, I’d have switched which Quidditch player I snogged that night,” Lavender teased, watching Harry take off his trousers and boxers.

“MHINE!” Hermione growled through the drool trickling out of her open mouth, turning in Lavender’s direction with an angry expression on her face.

“Only yours,” Harry whispered, his hand on her back immediately soothing her back into Subspace. He accepted the toys he had requested from Teresa while undressing, before burying his free hand in Hermione’s hair and pulling her up against his chest. “From this day, until I breathe my last.”

“S-Sahme,” Hermione promised, blinking for a few seconds to get used to the dim lights illuminating the room as her blindfold was pulled away. Her cheeks turned the color of beetroots when their friends came into focus. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Harry’s hands, the way they were gently massaging her pert breasts, how he was rolling her rapidly stiffening pink nubs between his fingers, coaxing her nipples to life. Within seconds her nipples were crinkled peaks, and she gasped when he pushed two strange tubes over them. “Whath… Thoshe?” she mumbled, struggling to speak. Her eyes moved to the clamp on her tongue, the blush darkening when she realized it was connected to the vibrator around her clit.

Well, that explains the jolt every time I speak.

“Suction cups,” Harry murmured, fixing them around her nipples. She groaned loudly when he flicked them on, the sudden suction causing her eyes to roll back into her head at the unbearable pressure. “Ha…DADDHY!” She squealed, her body shaking violently as the vibrations on her clit increased in strength and she came again, squirting all over his lap and coating his naked thighs with her cum.

“Special vibrator, darling. The more you speak, the harder it vibrates. I ordered it just for you,” Harry teased, and Hermione still had the presence of mind (though she was rapidly losing all mental coherence) to blush at the chuckles from everyone in the room. She had always talked a mile a minute, and the habit hadn’t really changed as she grew older. “When I want a bit of peace and quiet, I’ll just tie you up and clip it on,” he whispered, holding her against his firm chest as he used his free hand to guide his tip to her slick pussy.

“Y..yhou… meanie…” she mumbled, crying out at the combination of the sudden increase in vibrations and his throbbing manhood pushing inside her tight cunt. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, and she turned, pressing tired kisses to his shoulder as he claimed his wife on what she presumed was an early start to their honeymoon.

“Your meanie,” Harry whispered, slowly rocking his hips, fucking her in an almost sensual way. There was none of their usual urgency or roughness. Every thrust was slow and intense, his cock pushing deeper inside her than she had felt him in a while. Hermione’s eyes traveled to each and every one of their friends, all of them watching the performance in front of them, completely enraptured. Luna danced around the couple, clicking photos of their lovemaking from every angle she could.

“Mhine,” Hermione mumbled, shuddering as she felt her third orgasm begin to build up. She wouldn’t survive this one, she was sure. Already, her eyelids were heavy, and her legs were barely strong enough to support her weight even with Harry’s support. “Phlease?”

“I love you,” Harry whispered, understanding her unspoken plea. His hands moved to grab her hips to hold her in place as he pistoned in and out of her with enough force to make her tiny chest bounce violently. Every movement of her breasts caused the pumps to suck harder, turning her nipples into red, throbbing flashpoints of pain. The world around her disappeared. Only he existed, and the sensations assaulting her body. She was moaning, her moans growing louder and louder with every passing minute. She came with a shrill scream, her head dropping as the last reserves of strength fled her muscles, her entire body limp.

Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his roar, cumming inside her after one last thrust deep into her pussy. He held her in place, impaled on his twitching cock as he dumped load after load of his seed inside her.

“Mione?” he asked softly, once he had regained the ability to speak. He was still panting for breath, but he marshaled the last of his strength to lift his wife off his still fluttering shaft. He cradled her in his arms, but she did not answer, nor did she respond to the sudden change in position. She had passed out with a blissful smile on her face, and Harry smiled, bowing his head slightly at the happy applause from their friends.

It finally felt like the war was over. They had won.

They’d now make their own future, together.


Notes:

I'm not kidding when I say this was the hardest thing I've ever written. To have to express their emotions through what they're physically doing... Well, I'll let you be the judge of how I did. I hope you like it.

Comments

TH

You did okay with it, have to agree that's hard to pull off but you did okay

Matlef

I think you did well with it. I also feel that the last act of submission that Hermione gave suited them perfectly. Because while it may not have been traditional, it worked perfectly to illustrate all that they are to each other. The promise of a future, and a family together? I am not surprised at all that Harry responded so well to it. Finally, the idea with the vibrator was brilliant, Lavenders little comments were also a nice injection of humor in the chapters.