Harry's Reward. (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Bondage, DP, Bukkake, Teasing, BJ, Anal, Spanking.

Hermione rotated her wrists against the cold steel of the manacles that kept her outstretched arms secured above her head. She was stark naked, standing in the middle of the Room of Requirement with her arms pulled above her head and legs pushed apart and kept in place with a leg spreader.

The soft leather of the cuffs of the leg spreader was much more comfortable than the unforgiving hardness of the manacles, and she made a mental note to herself to ask her lover to choose softer handcuffs the next time he wanted her bound and helpless.

She had never imagined things would get this far. It had all started with an innocent suggestion, after all. Hermione, increasingly worried about Harry’s destabilizing mood and refusal to start their secret club had offered to reward him for agreeing to Head Dumbledore’s Army, and for each of the Toad’s classes he managed to survive without talking back or losing his temper.

How to reward a brooding man, however? Well, that part was easy to decide. Ever since his disastrous night with Cho, she could sense a certain frustration in him. A frustration that very much needed an outlet.

So the first time he lasted an entire class without talking back to Umbridge, she had pulled him into the nearest broom closet she could find and snogged him. The next, she pushed her hand into his pants and gave him a quick handjob. Things had… escalated after that.

To the point that barely a week now went by without a night-long private session in the Room of Requirement that left her sore, limping, and oh-so satisfied come morning.

He was her Harry, her dominant and master. She was his beautiful angel and obedient kitten.

It was a dynamic that worked far better than she had thought it would. It was almost as if the two of them had been made for each other and had only been able to see it by removing Ron from the equation and cutting through the festering sexual tension between them.

The quiet ‘THUD’, broke her free from her thoughts. She tilted her head, trying to follow Harry’s movements from the quiet sound of his footsteps. Her eyes lazily blinked under the black strip of satin he had used to blindfold her, obscuring the rest of the world from her.

He liked her helplessness. Not that it ever worried her. The subtle darkness in him during their sessions was equal parts arousing and terrifying, and every encounter left her craving for more.

She tilted her head again at the sound of quiet drinking. “Looks like you have something special planned for tonight, sir,” Hermione murmured, running her tongue over her blood-red lips.

Make-up was a new experience for her, but having him ruin it and leave her face a mess was a deeply satisfying experience for both of them.

“Christmas is coming. Thought I’d give you your gift a little early,” Harry whispered, his voice a low hiss.

“I can’t wait,” Hermione murmured, wriggling her cute little butt entrancingly.

Her reward for cheekiness was not too late in coming.

SMACK.

“Oh, fuck!” Hermione groaned, her body jerking forward as the leather bit of the crop was brought down on her firm ass. An angry red welt formed on her creamy skin, the girl’s entire body quivering with excitement.

“Who does this ass belong to, Miss Granger?” Harry whispered, tracing the gentle curve of her pert cheeks with the crop.

“You, sir!” Hermione braced for the next blow, reminding herself to stay relaxed.

I wonder if he knows how much it turns me on when he spanks me, she thought, her toes curling with anticipation.

SMACK.

Harry brought the crop down on her other cheek, the delicious bite of the leather bit feeling heavenly.

“Shit! I really needed this,” Hermione sobbed, a lone tear leaking out of her eye and making a black trail down her cheek. “This was a stressful week,” she breathed, the steel chains securing her arms jangling quietly as her hands twisted to grab them.

Harry stayed silent. He rarely spoke during their sessions, and when he did, it was usually to issue orders. Orders which she obeyed without question or hesitation.

She blushed when he pushed the crop between her spread legs, the leather bit resting flat against her slick slit. Her eyes widened under the blindfold at the slow, deliberate way in which he rotated the crop, slowly gathering up the arousal dripping out of her needy pussy.

Well, if he didn’t know how much it turned me on before, he certainly does now.

Harry slowly circled his bound lover, her nose catching a whiff of her cum as he pressed the soaked bit against her lips.

“Lick,” he ordered quietly.

Hermione obediently darted her tongue out, using it to clean the smooth black leather of her tangy arousal.

“What’s my gift?” she asked with a lazy grin, making a big show of swallowing.

SMACK!

“Ow!” Hermione groaned, her knees buckling as the crop collided with her pussy. “What was that for?” She asked cheekily, enjoying that with him, she no longer had to be the serious, responsible friend. Not anymore.

No.

I’m a bratty goddess, Hermione thought, her arms burning due to the pressure of having to hold up her entire body.

Their first few explorations and encounters had been shy, hurried affairs, but with every passing day, his happiness (and her confidence) grew leaps and bounds. There was a darkness in the Boy-Who-Lived, and the smartest witch of their generation wanted it all.

Now, it was rare for her to leave before dawn, his cum usually leaking out of her sore and aching pussy, her entire body covered with bruises and hickeys.

Harry chuckled, trailing the crop over the creamy skin of her flat belly until it pushed under the curve of her firm breast, gently lifting the heavy mound. “You need to stop wearing such a loose uniform,” Harry teased, and she could almost imagine his cock twitching as he said that.

Harry’s such a boob man, she thought with an internal grin, unable to believe she'd actually thought that. Fuck that.

She liked it when he acted like she was the sexiest woman in the world.

SMACK!

“Sir, PLEASE!” Hermione begged with a shrill shriek as he brought the crop down on her erect nipple, the stiff rosy peak turning into a flashpoint of searing pain.

“Will you ever talk back to me, Miss Granger?” Harry whispered, running the stiff leather over her throbbing nub.

Hermione had collapsed to the ground, her arms stretched uncomfortably as the chains reached their maximum length and struggled to keep her upright. “No, sir,” Hermione croaked out in between sobs, her cheeks coated with thick trails of mascara running down her rosy cheeks.

Harry clicked his fingers, releasing the cuffs around her wrists and those around her ankles, letting her drop onto the thick rug that covered the floor. She stayed still, waiting for his instructions despite her mind screaming at her to massage her burning wrists.

Obedience. Duty. Love.

Harry pulled a low stool towards her, gently grabbing her slender arm and draping her over it.

Perfect height for all my holes to be accessible to him, she thought dimly, both ends of her body dangling over the ottoman as her torso gently sank into the soft cushion.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Harry said casually, pushing his hand into her thick brown hair and roughly pulling her locks free from the messy bun.

Hermione’s heart sank. “D-did I do something wrong, sir?” She whispered, close to tears again. Except this time they weren’t the fun kind. “I… I can tone down the cheekiness. I thought you liked it when I was bratty,” she mumbled.

“I love it when you’re my bratty kitten, Mione,” Harry growled, snapping a leather collar around her neck and securing it in a second, almost like he had preplanned the entire thing. “I don’t want to do this ‘Friends With Rewards’ thing anymore,” he growled, grabbing her large breast. His fingers began kneading her firm flesh, drawing out a quiet moan from her.

“B-benefits. F-friends with… benefits,” Hermione stuttered, whimpering at how good the rough massage felt.

“Whatever. I don’t like the way McLaggen looks at you. I hate Ron acting like he doesn’t have to put in an effort and treat you like a woman because you have no other options. You’re mine,” he hissed, grinding his large erection against her ass.

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat at the tone of his voice.

His?!

“Is that a… collar?” she whispered, unable to stop her hands from moving up. Her fingers ran over the soft leather, a silly grin on her face.

“It is. It has a pendant that says Harry Potter’s Princess. There’s no one else for me, Mione. It’s always been you,” Harry murmured, gently pinching her stinging nipple. He twisted the nub, touching and fucking her like he knew her body even better than she knew it herself.

And perhaps he did.

I am yours.

“Oh… sir,” Hermione whispered with a breathy moan, tears of a third and very different kind now threatening to spill from her eyes. “I-” Her words were interrupted by him taking advantage of her open mouth and shoving a twitching, enchanted dildo inside it. The huge black dildo, which was almost as big as his own cock was one of the many marvelous gifts the room had bestowed upon the kinky couple.

Hermione swirled her tongue around the shaft as he pushed the dildo’s length down her throat, lazily tracing the realistic veins etched onto the skin-like material.

“Now, don’t you go ruining the mood with your sentimentality, Miss Granger,” Harry said coldly.

Oh my. Master’s in a mood, Hermione thought giddily. She wondered what else he had in store for her.

She didn’t have to wait too long. He pushed her back down on the stool, his hands grabbing her round ass. One of his hands spread her firm cheeks, the other moved to grab an open vial of sky-blue potion from the table he had already prepared next to their play area.

“I-Ohhh! H-Harry?!” Hermione squealed from around the toy filling her mouth, her eyes going wide under the blindfold at the cold liquid dribbling down her puckered hole.

SMACK!

He brought the hand pushing her ass apart on her right cheek as hard as he could.

“I’MH SHORRY!” Hermione squealed. “I’mh shorry, shir!”

“This room truly is wonderful,” Harry murmured, waiting a minute before he picked up a dildo identical to the one that was currently occupying his lover’s mouth. “That was a potion that not only acts as a highly effective lube, but also numbs your ass. So you won’t feel the dildo that’s about to take your anal virginity tonight, Miss Granger,” Harry teased, pushing the toy in her ass, firmly overcoming any resistance her poor walls managed to offer.

His words weren’t lost on her. She wouldn’t feel it ‘tonight’.

Oh, I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

A desperate groan escaped her already parted lips. While she couldn’t feel the burn that surely accompanied her bowel walls stretching around the massive dildo, the pressure was still there and when he buried the toy up to its hilt inside her, she felt a fullness in her belly nothing like anything she had ever felt before.

“Phlease,” Hermione begged, drooling uncontrollably around the cock in her mouth. The saliva trickled down her to her chin before dripping into the large pool forming below her. She knew exactly what he had planned now, and she wasn’t sure she would survive her last remaining hole being stuffed as well.

“Hush, little princess. You want the night you were collared to be one you’d never forget, don’t you?” Harry whispered, picking up a butterfly vibrator.

She couldn’t really fault his logic. She did want it to be memorable, and there was no way in hell she’d ever forget something like this.

“Hands,” Harry ordered, patting her back. He expertly clipped the vibrator to her clit and casually flicked it to its maximum intensity.

Her hips bucked at the sudden assault on her sensitive nub. “SHIT,” she screamed, a tiny amount of cum squirting out of her and drenching his waiting cock.

“Hands, darling. Don’t make me have to ask a third time,” Harry warned, playfully swatting her ass.

Hermione pulled her trembling arms behind her back, letting him cuff her wrists once more.

Harry lined his tip up against her slick slit, happier than he had been in a long, long time. “You’re mine, Miss Granger. Do you understand that?” Harry whispered, sinking into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. Her already overstimulated walls fluttered around his throbbing shaft and he had to take a moment to pause and compose himself when he was not even halfway inside her.

“Mhm!” Hermione nodded as best she could, the movement of her head causing the band around her neck to apply pressure to her skin that felt absolutely heavenly. It was like she could feel his hand, his presence around her neck all the time. Choking her, claiming her, reminding her that she was his and his alone.

Harry Potter’s Princess.

“Fuck. How are you still so tight?” Harry teased, playfully swatting her ass as he sheathed himself inside her aching core. He clicked his fingers and the dildos began to pump in and out of her mouth and ass, slowly at first but rapidly picking up pace.

Hermione could do nothing more than moan and drool around the cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat with clinical precision. Her eyes went wide as it began to dribble cum onto her lips and she realized just how much planning her lover had done for the night.

“I’m just going to… savor myself,” Harry hissed, lazily rocking his hips, matching the slow thrusts of the dildo fucking her ass. It had started to cum as well, filling her belly up with seed even as it stretched her tight hole with every push. “It’s not like we’re in a hurry,” he murmured, playfully spanking her ass before moving to adjust the butterfly vibrator on her clit.

“Unghhhh… AH! SHIR!” Hermione whined at the sudden increase in the intensity of the vibrations, her drool flying around, thick trails coating her face from her forehead to her chin.

“I love you, babygirl,” Harry grunted, his pupils blown with lust.

She believed him.

I love you too, Hermione thought with a desperate moan, her fingers clutching and grabbing air in a futile attempt to push herself over the edge.

Harry grabbed her shoulder for leverage, his fingers sinking into her soft skin and leaving bruises in their wake. She bruised as easily as she tanned, and she knew he loved that about her.

“Hermione Granger… Will you be my…” Harry labored for breath, grunting out the words. The potion he had taken had the unfortunate side-effect of making himself hypersensitive, and he could feel every scrape of her fluttering walls against his throbbing shaft. “Girlfriend and submissive?” He choked out, desperately pumping in and out of her.

The dildo in her ass changed speed to match his pace, magically enchanted to stay in time with him. They both pushed inside her at the same time as the cock in her mouth, stuffing all her holes at the exact same time. Again and again, they repeated their cycle, driving the already overstimulated poor girl insane.

“Y-yesh!” Hermione cried out in a moment of lucidity. The saliva leaking out of her mouth now intermingled with cum, the mixture flying around and covering her entire face and neck.

Her backside was no better, the cum leaking out of her poor ass trickling down her arched back and slowly forming a pool by her hands.

Harry groaned and snapped his fingers, the dildo in her mouth pulling out and falling to the floor with a quiet THUD.

“YES!” Hermione shrieked after swallowing the last load of cum in her mouth. “YES! YES! YES! Claim me!” she moaned, writhing in pure ecstasy.

She was done denying her feelings for Harry Potter.

He was her boyfriend. He was her dominant. He was her everything.

“Cum for me, princess,” Harry whispered, groaning quietly as his sensitive tip brushed against her velvet walls, the tightening of his balls heralding his own rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Ah! So close!” Hermione moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head under the blindfold.

“That’s it, darling. All that stress in your body… why don’t you let go? Let me take care of you,” Harry cooed, raising his free hand and bringing it down on her ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He spanked her firm cheeks in quick succession, drawing a strangled moan from her throat. Pain and pleasure no longer held any distinction. She was floating away on a cloud, a silly smile on her face as she came undone.

“OH, GOD!” Hermione screamed. “I love you, sir!” She squirted all around the shaft pistoning in and out of her, her walls clamping down on his dick in a vice-like grip.

She wanted his seed, and she would have it.

“F-fuck! Kitten,” Harry groaned, swaying slightly as his orgasm hit, his own brain completely oblivious to everything except the overwhelming pleasure consuming it.

He painted her walls with his cum, grinning as he didn’t stop even after he had filled her up, a thick trickle of white seed leaking out of her slit.

Harry pulled out of her overflowing pussy, grabbing his cock at the base and angling it up to coat her back, arms, and hands with his cum.

“I… How?!” Hermione squealed hoarsely, her numb brain registering that he was still cumming only after her entire back was painted with massive blobs and trails of his seed.

He turned her limp body onto her back after pulling the dildo out of her ass. He tossed the now quiescent dildo onto the floor before grabbing his still-twitching cock, giving her boobs and belly the same treatment as her back.

“Well,” Harry gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He had a massive smile on his face, extremely pleased with how the night had turned out. “If I made you take a potion, darling, it was only right I took one too. I accidentally walked in on Seamus jacking off to a Japanese magazine a few days ago. It was… horrifying for all involved, but the picture he had opened it to gave me an idea,” Harry murmured, reaching out to pull the blindfold away from her eyes.

She looked at him through half-lidded lashes and his half-erect cock twitched at the sultry look.

“You’re insatiable,” Harry grumbled, collapsing onto the thick rug in a heap, his legs no longer holding the strength to support him. He clicked his fingers and the cuffs fell off her wrists.

“Well, girls tend to be like that when the love of their life asks them to be their submissive, sir,” Hermione teased, gently massaging her sore wrists.

“And their girlfriend.”

“You think I’m just going to stop at girlfriend?” Hermione asked cheekily.

“What then?”

“Well, Hermione Jean Potter has a nice ring to it,” Hermione mumbled, spreading her aching legs with a sigh.

“Well, wife, what’s on the agenda?”

“Nothing for tonight,” Hermione replied after pretending to think. “It’s going to take me all night just to clean my body.”

“We could take a shower.”

“Absolutely not. That would be breaking the rules,” Hermione replied. She gathered some cum off her breast on a finger and popped it into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue.

“We don’t have any rules,” Harry shot back with an amused grin.

“We do now. All of master’s cum should end up in my belly, either from below or above,” Hermione declared. She smeared her palm with the seed covering her breasts, making sure he could see her lick it clean.

Harry shook his head and grabbed one of her soles, gently massaging her feet. He had a massive smile on his face, feeling happy in a way he hadn’t since Cedric’s death.

Dark Lords, Evil Toads, and annoying Ferrets notwithstanding, he would be alright, Harry decided. As long as he had his beautiful kitten by his side.

Notes:

Thank you to the amazing Patron who suggested this prompt! I had a lot of fun writing it. I experimented with both in-media res and a darker Harmony for this one. Of course, it might be kinky as hell but I still had to make the story somewhat romantic. I think Harry and Hermione just have that chemistry where romance blossoms whether you try for it or not. The next short story will be released next Tuesday!