Chapter 5
Plaything

Hermione woke up with a sense of calm. She could feel the warmth of Harry's body against her and it brought a smile to her face. Last night had been so incredibly satisfying. She'd been restraining herself, for days, unsure of how Harry would respond. Even now, she felt like they needed to discuss a few things. But when he'd pushed her past the point of her own restraint, and she snapped, she'd discovered just how deeply she wanted to control Harry. How much she enjoyed it.

She slowly opened her eyes and took a few moments to listen to Harry's breathing. He sounded like he was still asleep, which was just perfect. Carefully she reached on of her hands down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hard, and warm, and begging for release, even in his sleep. She felt a smirk cross her face, and that told her more than anything just how she felt about everything. She was smirking about it even though no one could see the expression.

She reached her other hand up and started to slightly flick Harry's nipple while she started to slowly stroke him. She wasn't going too fast, she didn't want to wake him up right away. The things she had read about edging described a mental state where the subject had their thinking clouded by unrestrained desire and need, and that's how she wanted Harry to wake up. Fuzzy, needy, and at her mercy.

The feeling was a bit startling, for how intense it was, but it felt good all the same.

As she slowly stroked she started to feel a drip form at the tip, and spread it around the head to make it more lubricated. The feeling of his hardness slipping through her hands as he slept, knowing that he was going to wake up feeling the control she had over him… Hermione had never felt so powerful before.

Harry's breathing picked up a bit and a sound something like a moan escaped his lips. He started to stir, but Hermione kept going through her motions, her smile growing as she knew that moment of understanding for him would come very soon.

"Oh…" Harry let out, his body moving in a delicious way as he started to come back to reality. "What…?"

His head was a jumble of horniness, confusion, and sensation.

"Hermione," he croaked, instinctively trying to get away from her touch. But her arms were wrapped around him, and he would have had to physically fight her arms to get away from her, which he wasn't inclined or awake enough to do. Instead she picked up her effort, extracting another reflexive moan from his lips.

"Quiet, Harry," she whispered. "I'm having fun."

Harry whimpered but obeyed, the only sounds leaving his mouth whimpers and moans.

Hermione took her time, going slowly and methodically, knowing that she wanted to keep him aroused, not bring him over the edge. For minutes she relaxed and enjoyed what she was doing, her hands pulling pleasure from his body like a musician plucked a melody from the strings of a harp. His body moved in spastic yet fluid ways that Hermione found fascinating, and she'd give him particularly rough flicks of the nipple, or purposely slow and fast strokes to see if she could get him to move in specific ways.

She wasn't keeping track of the time closely, but felt that it must have been at least fifteen minutes by the time she stopped. Harry lay there panting, visibly aching for release in a way that he had never experienced before. Watching him work through that feeling, inspiration hit Hermione as she remembered something from the section on edging.

Reaching behind her and grabbing her wand, she pointed it at his crotch and whispered, "Incarcerous." Following her will as she shaped the magic with her wand, tiny strings flew out from the tip and wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, pulling tight before securing themselves. If the book was the be believed, and the book was always to be believed in Hermione's opinion, this would keep him erect and make him feel that pent-up feel for even longer.

She felt that rush of power flow through her again as the spell finished and Harry let out a yelp of surprise as the strings tightened around him.

"Since you're such a lazy boy, never leaving the house or going out to do something, I don't think you need clothes today," she told him matter-of-factly. "Besides, I want that to be out and available for teasing all day long."

She rolled to the other side of the bed and stood up, adjusting her bedwear, and turned back to face Harry who was still lying near his edge of the mattress, panting and staring at her with a mixture of reverence and fear.

"Go make me breakfast, Harry," she commanded. And it truly was a command, it came out in a tone that brooked no argument. "I expect it to be done within 15 minutes."

As she walked out of the room, not waiting for him to acknowledge her order, she smiled. Harry had opened Pandora's Box by pushing last night, and now she felt like perhaps she was happy that he had. They would still need to discuss some things, but she knew in her heart that this was going to make Harry happy. She knew that he would do what she told him to do, and most importantly, she knew that she wanted him to belong to her.

She had been so conflicted last night. The desire to simply make Harry her toy had been so strong, he had been literally begging her to do it and it was all she had dreamed of for nearly the last week. But she had been afraid of what it might do to their friendship, or what might go wrong. She had been worried about crossing a line, or what he might think of her if she actually did what she had been fantasizing about doing to him for days. And she had, as she always did, hoped to calm her fears through a logical and reasoned discussion.

But this wasn't purely logical or reasoned. This was emotional, and primal. This was usually the way that Harry approached things, not her, but… she had certainly spent enough of her life around him to see the value in responding that way sometimes.

She loved that the more he leaked pre-cum out of his cock the less thought and control he seemed to have. It was like she was squeezing his liquid willpower from him with her bare hands. And what woman wouldn't want to so utterly subdue the immense willpower of Harry Potter to her own sexuality?

Harry spent about thirty seconds trying to collect his wits, but it was no use. His balls were absolutely begging for release, and they did not appear to be in the mood to let him forget that. The idea of simply reaching down and relieving himself never even crossed his mind, so deep into his current situation his mind had delved.

After confronting the reality that he was going to have to focus while being so aroused, Harry put his feet on the floor and stood up. He made to reach for his pants, but pulled his hand back. Naked. She had instructed him to remain naked today.

A shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how exposed and vulnerable that would make him to her newly displayed predatory side, but in truth that didn't frighten him. He was nervous yes, but not scared. Instead he found himself excited at the prospect of finally having a place with her. A place where he finally got to share his pleasure with her, and where she got to actually control him, none of these half-measures that had been going on the last few weeks.

He gave his head a shake and realized that he was standing there, reveling in his own submission, wasting time.

Stupid arousal, it's making focusing so hard, he thought. Hard. Fuck, wrong word.

Harry forced himself to move, and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Hermione wasn't in sight, but he was certain that the moment fifteen minutes had passed she would appear, and he was just as certain that she would be displeased with him if breakfast wasn't waiting like she had demanded.

Pulling out a pan Harry cracked a few eggs and started to prepare the food. Every time he turned quickly, the firmness of his erection would cause an odd sensation of weight, like he was balancing something at his stomach, and the bindings on his cock would reassert themselves, ensuring that it was impossible for him to forget just how hard he was, or how much he was under Hermione's control.

Taking out some bread, Harry started to make some toast as the rest of breakfast was nearly finished. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but he was sure that it must be getting close. The eggs and bacon were ready and being kept warm with some charms, but the toast wasn't something he could speed up. He was sure there must be some kind of spell that could make toast in the blink of an eye, but cooking spells were never something he had looked into much. He had learned how to cook and became comfortable cooking mainly in the muggle way, and it persisted even to this day. At the moment though, he would trade his toaster for a few spells in a heartbeat.

"Smells delicious," Hermione's voice commented from behind him, causing him to jump. He turned to face her instinctively, but had entirely forgotten how naked he was until her eyes lowered and watched him bob back and forth from the motion of his body's twist. He felt his face light up in embarrassment. Not really at Hermione seeing his naked body, but at how… at how humiliating it was to have her ogle him in that way, and how powerless he felt to even cover himself up.

Harry turned back around and grabbed and plate and began to dish it up with the eggs and bacon. Nearly the moment the plate was ready the toast jumped up, that perfect golden brown, and he set that on the plate as well, before placing the meal in front of her. He looked up at her face and felt his blush return as she raised an eyebrow. She glanced up at the clock then at the dish before giving him a smile.

"Close enough," she said simply, sitting down to eat. "Dish yourself a plate as well, Harry."

He nodded and quickly prepared another plate, this one without toast as he didn't feel like making more, before sitting down next to her. As soon as he was seated, his eyes finally noticed her body. She was fully clothed, the way she might be on any other day, and somehow it made him feel even more exposed. Harry looked back at his plate and picked up his fork, scooping up some eggs, waiting until she started to eat as well. He knew by now that she would want him to eat at her pace instead of his own.

"Good boy," Hermione told him with genuine satisfaction in her voice, before picking up her own fork to eat. The words caused another shiver to run through him, and this time the shiver ended in his constrained hardness, causing a distracting tingle that made it throb as he slowly chewed his food.

Eating his meal was a challenge of focus. Sitting on the chair without any clothes made him constantly aware of his nakedness, and the bindings made him constantly aware of his hardness, while the two of those things together made him constantly aware of how their dynamic had changed. How she was controlling him now, using him. It made him feel warm inside, and happy, but it was also distracting, and thrilling in a way that made it difficult for his thoughts to stray very far from the situation he was currently in.

As he finished his food, Harry realized with surprise that for the first time in his memory he hadn't been thinking about the past and how it affected him, or thinking about the future and how little he cared for it. He was simply in the moment, because that's all he had the mental capacity for right then, and it was such a freeing realization that brought a smile to his face.

"Happy thoughts, Harry?" Hermione asked quietly. Harry looked up from his plate at her and took in her expression. This woman, his best friend in the world, the person who understood him better than anyone ever had but hadn't run from what she saw, was bringing him a peace and serenity that he had scarcely ever hoped for. Harry knew in that moment that he was willing to follow this as far as it went without reservation.

"Yes, Hermione," he said. "I was just… I'm happy. I feel content. It's like I'm free to just… live now."

She was silent for several moments before dropping her eyes and looking at her own empty plate, bringing her hands up a fidgeting a bit.

"Perhaps it's time we had that discussion," she told him, a hint of nerves in her voice. Harry looked at her curiously, but nodded in agreement. "First…" Hermione fidgeted some more before looking up at him. "I want to know if you're okay with what I did last night… and this morning."

"Yes," Harry replied without hesitation. A sheepish smile crossed his features. "It's… um… it's a bit difficult to think at times because of what you're doing to me, but I've loved every minute of it so far."

Hermione visibly relaxed, and Harry realized that she must have started to get into that nervous mood she did sometimes when she didn't have the answer to something. She knew him very well, but he felt like he knew her just as well, and one thing he had learned over the years was how easy it was for her to get inside her own head and make things seem much worse than they actually are. At the same time though, while he was able to notice her nerves, they weren't as pronounced as they used to be.

He wasn't sure whether that was something had changed during her time with Ron, or if it was because she wasn't actually that nervous or worried. In his heart he hoped it was the latter.

"So, you read the book I gave you then?" she asked him.

"Yes, Hermione."

"And what… uh… what are the things that I should stay away from? What do you want me to not do to you?"

Harry frowned as he considered the question. He hadn't been considering it in those terms, he had been expecting to talk about the things they did want to do. As he thought about it though, he realized that this would maybe take some of the surprise and enjoyment out of it, if he knew with certainty what was coming. A part of him that he was only just getting familiar with was enjoying the idea of meeting any request Hermione gave him with obedience.

"Just… well…" Harry thought about the things he had read. Many of them sounded like things he was unsure about, and several seemed like things that didn't seem too enjoyable, but… if it was what she wanted to do he also felt like giving it a try at least. For most things. "Only you. For now, no one else please." Hermione nodded, but remained silent, waiting for him to continue. "And… um…" Harry fidgeted as he thought through a specific section of the book. "If you could… limit the pain maybe? To punishments. Pain for its own sake just brings back bad memories." Hermione's eyes softened as she nodded again.

"Of course," she said. "I can do that." She waited a few more moments before speaking again. "Nothing else?"

"There's probably other things, but… I'm not sure what they are," Harry explained to her. "I trust you, Hermione. If you want to try something, and I think it sounds like a bad idea… well, I'll at least try it once before telling you it's something I don't want to do any more."

Hermione frowned at that answer for a few seconds.

"We'll take it a bit slow then," she said. "But…" she trailed off and waited to catch his eyes, staring at him with an intensity that was uncommon on her face, but quite compelling. "But I have to admit, a part of me just…" She glanced away for a moment before looking back with determination that would make any Gryffindor proud. "I'm so horny, Harry." The declaration made him open his mouth in shock. She pressed on. "Controlling you, teasing you, treating you like my plaything… I've been fantasizing about it for days. I've tried to tell myself that it was just enthusiasm for you, and for helping you, but… I want this for myself too. I want…" She paused any a mischievous look filled her features. "I want to make you mine."

Harry felt himself throb once more at this declaration.

"I want to be yours," he said, barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me yours."

Hermione took a deep breath and let it out, a calm and pleased smile on her face.

"Good," she said. "Good boy. Then I want you to take care of your chores and tidy up the house. Make sure to clean our room as well. When you're finished come to the sitting room and sit at my feet."

"Yes, Hermione," Harry agreed. He stood up and started moving through the house. His nakedness and hardness no longer felt awkward… it felt right. It was just another way that she was making him hers.

A few hours later Harry finally entered the sitting room, his chores completed, and found Hermione sitting in the large chair reading a book. As he approached and caught the title, he felt a blush spread across his face and extend all the way down his neck.

At Her Feet… I guess it's appropriate.

It also reminded him that he wasn't supposed to stand and stare. Getting down on to the floor, Harry sat down and crossed his legs underneath each other, sitting only inches from where her bare feet were lazily bouncing as she read the book. He could see now that her was closer that the book had a subtitle: Powering Your Femdom Relationship

Harry looked down in embarrassment again.

"Are you finished with your chores?" she asked, not looking up from her book.

"Yes, Hermione."

"Good boy," she said, somewhat dismissively, like the result was a foregone conclusion. After a few more moments she looked over the book at him and frowned. "I see you're not quite as hard as you were this morning."

"Umm…" Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that. "No, Hermione."

"I want you hard again," she said, as if she were ordering a dish at a restaurant. "I like looking at it."

Harry felt his blush flair again, but wasn't sure if she was asking him to touch himself or not. That was cleared up a few moments later when she reached forward with one of her feet and started gently teasing his cock with her toes and the sole of her foot. The sensation elicited a gasp from Harry's lips. While he wasn't quite hard any more, he was still quite sensitive and sexually frustrated.

She watched her efforts for a few moments until his cock started to respond to her efforts, and then brought the book back in front of her face, casually continuing to tease him while she read. She hadn't asked him to do anything, or say anything. She hadn't explained what he was supposed to do now. So he just sat there, feeling that fuzzy, needy feeling return in full force.

He was surprised when he realized that despite using her feet to please him so close to his face, he couldn't smell that uniquely pungent scent one would normally associate with that kind of proximity. Her skin was so soft against him too, even on her feet, and Harry realized that she must have showered while he was cleaning.

Hermione turned the page, and that's when Harry realized it was a possibility she would be doing this for quite some time. As the teasing continued, Harry felt stronger and stronger urges begin to fill him. It was something he was unfamiliar with, a sort of deep emotional longing to please her, to make her happy. To make her proud. He wanted to take care of her. He had made her breakfast this morning, and he had cleaned their house, and now he wanted to use his body to care for her as well.

It wasn't like other sexual urges he'd had before. He didn't feel the desire to have sex with her exactly. That wouldn't be unwelcome, but it didn't feel necessary. He wasn't longing to have sex, he was longing to bring her pleasure, and was willing to have his body used however it could to do that. A deep contentment settled in with the longing as he started to realize that's exactly what was happening right now.

Just sitting there, being a sexually frustrated and hard mess, aching for release, was bringing her pleasure, and he was determined to endure it for as long as it kept bringing her pleasure.

His resolve was tested however. Hermione could sit and read without doing anything else for hours, and that's exactly what she did today as well, teasing him the whole time. Long ago pre-cum had started to leak from the tip of his cock, getting both himself and her foot slick and sticky. And long ago he had somewhat lost the ability to think much. She had held him in a state of high arousal without release, at her feet, for hours now, and though his brain was only marginally engaging in thinking at this point, he was sure that he would do anything she asked.

When her foot finally left his body he experienced a few moments of disorientation and loss. Her foot had become his entire reality over the last few hours, and he looked around dumbly for a few seconds wondering where it had gone. Finally his eyes traveled up to Hermione's face and he saw she was staring at him intently, pure and open desire on her face.

"You'd do anything I said," she said in an amused voice. "Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Hermione," he said in a scratchy tone, his voice a bit off from hours of panting and whimpering without speaking.

"That makes you a slut," Hermione said definitively. "Are you saying you're my slut now?"

"Yes, Hermione," Harry replied, finding himself agreeing with whatever she said.

"Say it," she commanded, and edge in her voice.

"I'm your slut, Hermione."

"Again."

"I'm your slut, Hermione!" He raised his voice, saying it confidently, but his voice was filled with the desire that was wholly occupying his every thought at the moment.

"You made a mess on my foot with your slut juices," Hermione said, lifting the foot she had been rubbing him with in front of his face. "Lick it clean, I just got out of a shower before you got here."

Harry leaned forward without even thinking twice and found his tongue traveling across the skin wherever there was already a wetness. His focus narrowed, and the world seemed to melt away from his awareness. This caused him another short burst of confusion when suddenly her foot pulled back, and by the time he opened his eyes she was standing.

"Let's go to the bedroom, slut," she said, stepping past him. His mind was working much too slow to respond to such a complicated physical endeavor as walking immediately, so when she stopped a few steps later and turned back around, he hadn't even moved. "Oh, and I want you to crawl there."

Harry didn't really think about the instruction too much. In truth, he really couldn't. Hermione said things, he did things. The things that she said. And she said to crawl. It's what would make her happy, and that's what Harry wanted. He leaned forward and began to move towards her on all fours, and after observing him crawling in this manner for a few feet, Hermione turned back around and continued walking towards the stairs where their bedroom was.

By the time Harry finally got into the bedroom, his mind was a jumble of new and unfamiliar thoughts and feelings. He felt so… low. Not in a bad way necessarily, but there was absolutely no question that he was below Hermione. She was amazing and he… he was her plaything. That was his purpose right now.

He didn't immediately see Hermione when he crawled into the room, and after a few moments he was able to put together that she must be on the bed, above his field of view when he was on all fours. But he still wasn't given permission to stand. So instead he crawled to the foot of the bed and then pulled himself up.

As soon as his eyes lifted above the mattress, he nearly fell backward. Hermione was laying on the bed, completely naked with her legs spread, looking at him with an expression that made him feel small.

"Over here, slut," she said, patting the bed between her legs. Harry swallowed hard but pulled himself onto the bed and stopped between her legs. He could smell how aroused she was, never mind how aroused she looked. It was obvious from a casual glance that she was absolutely drenched. "Use your mouth, and make me cum."

The order was simple, to the point, and left no room for any interpretation. Swallowing again, Harry leaned down and stuck out his tongue. As soon as it made contact with her folds, he decided that this taste was even better than his own juices that he'd been forced to taste several times now. It had a much more complex flavor that filled his senses and seemed to stay in his mouth no matter how many times he swallowed.

This wasn't the first time that he'd pleased a woman with his mouth, but his experience was still quite limited. Still, he'd been given an instruction, and in that moment Harry wanted nothing in the world more than to make Hermione feel good and fulfill his duty to her. It wasn't just a sexual desire, it felt like a deep need within him that was more simple than that. He didn't want to make Hermione cum with his mouth, he had to. It was necessary for him to feel like he was fulfilling his role, and in that moment, his purpose.

He paid attention to the sounds she made as he moved his tongue around and tried different things, adjusting his tactics accordingly. She also offered him a few specific instructions, but within a few minutes she was just lying back, legs spread, panting as he went about his work.

Harry lost himself in it. Like before, his world narrowed to his task. Reality became nothing but the juices and skin his tongue was buried in. He was brought back to the bed though when her thighs started to close around his head. He didn't stop or slow down, but realized that she must be quite close. Keeping the same pace he had been setting, it was only a few moments later that it happened.

Hermione's thighs squeezed his head hard, forcing his mouth, nose, and face deep into her wetness. She started to twitch a bit and let out a long moan, and then a new gentle flow of wetness entered his mouth and coated his face. It lasted about fifteen seconds or so, and when her twitches ended, Harry found himself still pressed tightly into her center.

Not sure if he should stop or not, Harry continued to use his tongue as best he could. Eventually Hermione's legs spread back open.

"Stop, slut," she said in a breathy tone. Harry pulled back and looked up at her. He had never seen an expression of such utter contentment and happiness on Hermione's face, and knowing that he was the cause of it brought a feeling of deep pride and accomplishment to him.

Hermione patted the bed next to her.

"Lie on your back," she said.

Harry got into position and Hermione shakily moved into a sitting position next to his stomach. She looked up at his face and smirked. Leaning in towards him, Harry's heart raced as he thought she might kiss him. But she stopped a few inches away and took a deep breath through her nose.

"You smell like me," Hermione declared. "I like it," she said with a giggle. "I think you should smell like that more often."

Hermione pulled back and looked down at his cock, which was at full attention, straining against the strings that still held him tightly.

"You've been a very good boy," Hermione said. The tone gave Harry a feeling of such happiness. She was… she was proud of him. "I'm going to let you cum."

Grabbing her wand, Hermione pointed it at his groin and with a swish the strings tying him vanished. Harry let out a gasp of surprise as suddenly he was entirely unconstrained. In truth, he nearly came just from that, but somehow it didn't happen.

Setting the wand aside, Hermione reached across his body with both hands, one reaching for his nipples while the other reached for his cock. Immediately she got to work. This wasn't the lazy teasing that he'd experienced last night and all day today, this was done with purpose. She was intent on making him cum as fast as possible.

Even if he hadn't been unbearably on edge, he wouldn't have lasted long, but with the treatment she'd given him he lasted mere seconds. With a moan of shock, Harry's muscles went tense as his cock started to shoot string after string of thick cum across his body. It seemed to go on forever, and Harry was sure that he'd just cum more than he ever had in his entire life.

His mind was barely functional by the time the last string shot forth, splattering his stomach. The orgasm has been so overwhelming that he could scarcely believe it was real. As his mind slowly began to clear, Hermione spoke again.

"Open your mouth."

Harry complied immediately, no longer thinking before following her orders. A few seconds later he felt Hermione's fingers scrape across his skin and then come up to his mouth, and he realized she was scooping up his cum and putting it in his mouth.

"Don't swallow," she said, wiping her fingers on his lips before going back for another scoop. Methodically, Hermione got every bit of his orgasm that she could and left it in his mouth, until he could feel at least one gulp worth of it pooled at the back. After the last bit was deposited he saw Hermione's face come into view and she looked at him with wonder. "You look amazing…" she said, as if talking to herself as she stared at his open mouth, no doubt looking at his white seed near the back of his throat. Her eyes drifted up until they met his. "Now. Swallow now."

Harry closed his mouth and did. It took two gulps, but he swallowed it, and could feel the slightly slimy feeling as it went down his throat.

"Good boy," Hermione whispered. She seemed completely entranced with him in that moment, and leaned in. This time it happened, and Hermione's lips met his, a feeling of total fulfillment spreading through Harry's very soul.

Author's Note: So the book that is referenced in this story is At Her Feet: Powering Your Femdom Relationship by Tammy Jo Echart. It was published in 2010, so I'm doing a bit of timeline bending to have the book there, but honestly finding the right book for her to be reading that was published before 1999 seemed like far too much hassle.

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As mentioned in a post there, I've decided to take Baby Fever off of regularly scheduled posts. Officially, it's on hiatus, but I'll probably occasionally write new chapters for it when the mood strikes. In place of that, the third story of the month will instead be Keep Me Like A Secret, a new story that isn't really focused on kink, but more on romance. While I find this story to be quite romantic, and even The Brightest Witch to be romantic in its own way, Keep Me Like A Secret will be much more of classic romance story involving Harry and a Muggle OC named Eva Young.

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It's not guaranteed that Just Magic will be the fourth story I add just yet, but it's the strongest candidate in my mind. I'm also considering No Morning After, which is more of a dimension/time-travel story that is inspired by Kathryn's I'm Still Here, which sits sadly unupdated.