A/N:

I know I have too many WIPs going on and I still owe you guys the first chapter of My Cheating Heart Book 2. The Halloween vibe has been getting to me though and well, I really must start writing this story.

Something about the upcoming Halloween is inspiring me to write darker and sexier stories. HAHA!

This will be short. 5 - 10 chapters at most. It has BDSM themes. This will feature a post-war Harry who has so many inner demons that he has to conquer. In this story, his way of coping is through expressing control on his life via sexual dominance. Think Fifty Shades of Grey, but less complicated. This story will just focus on how Hermione's love will heal him. No new villains will be introduced.

Basically, it's a smut with a plot story with dark undertones.

Check out the cover pic. It will really help you picture out the details of the story.

I can't tell how often the updates will be but this will never be abandoned that's for sure.

EXERTING CONTROL

By: tweety-src-clt9

Chapter One

It's been six months after the war. All seemed well in Hermione Granger's world. She was able to restore her parents' memories with the help of her best friend, Harry Potter, exactly one month after Voldemort's downfall. Aside from that, she finally got together with the one bloke she had been hoping to be her boyfriend, Ronald Weasley. Everything seemed perfect except for one thing…

Ever since she got her parents' back from Australia, Harry seemed to distance himself further and further away from her. She thought she did something that offended him, but she absolutely cannot think of anything which she could have done to upset him. So, she asked around.

It turns out Harry had been distancing himself from everyone who had a connection to the wizarding world. She expected that he'll get back together with Ginny, but he did not. In fact, the youngest Weasley confessed that Harry insists that they will never ever get back together. Ginny had to admit that what hurt the most is the way he screamed that fact to her. If only he told her gently, she would have easily understood and she'll gladly let him go.

It saddened her even more that he is avoiding to see Andromeda Tonks and his godson, Teddy Lupin. Of course, Harry is entitled to mope about and feel sad, especially after all the suffering that he had been through for the last seventeen years of his life because of Voldemort. But honestly! Harry should try to open up his feelings to the people who cares for him. There are so many people who loves him very much. If only Harry opens his eyes to see those who are still alive and breathing, then he will have people to support and comfort him as he faces his inner demons.

As the months passed ever since they returned from Australia, she had been getting more and more obsessed with Harry's depressive behavior. Finally, during one argument, Ron's jealousy overcame him once again. Her boyfriend got fed up with her too frequent babbling about Harry's constant absence and how worried she is about him. Of course, she got angry. Harry is not only her best friend, but Ron's too. In that argument, she realized that Ron will never be mature enough to understand that Harry is a very important part of her life. It hurt her that Ron seemed to forget about Harry. And so, she broke up with him.

It's been three months since she'd last seen Ron. He was very bitter about their breakup. Ironically, it was just him among the Weasleys who simply could not accept the fact that they have broken up. Even Mrs. Weasley herself blames her son for being an immature and selfish prat. All of the Weasleys, except for Ron, are very concerned about Harry's well-being. So, she was tasked by all of them, especially Molly, to give updates on Harry if she ever gets a hold of him.

Despite her constant efforts to apparate or floo to 12 Grimmauld Place, she has never gotten a hold of Harry. Every time she comes for an impromptu visit, he was not home. When she told their friends this, it turns out that they cannot even floo or apparate to 12 Grimmauld Place themselves. Clearly, Harry changed the wards to block everyone else, except for her. Upon discovering this, she got even more worried. Whatever demons Harry is battling with, it is obvious that he is getting worse and worse. She fears that when he finally explodes or loses his grip on himself, she may be too late. She might never be able to bring him back and pull him together.

Since her mother, Dr. Emma Granger nee Puckle, took psychology classes during dentistry school, she's been asking her mother for symptoms of depression and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. When she confessed to her mother that she's very worried about Harry, her mother gave her all the medical advice that she knows. Also, her mother even gave her the free rein to take all the psychology books they have in their home to her flat. She understands why her mother is doing this. Her parents are very fond of Harry. The young man they met in Australia who did everything he could to protect their only daughter. Also, he was the one person who accompanied her as they tried their best to bring her parents back from their magically induced haze as Monica and Wendell Wilkins. So, her mother gave her full support as she tries to figure out ways on how she can help her best friend.

After months of research and seeking the advice of her mother's friend who is a bona fide expert in psychology, she now has a solid plan on how she will help Harry. When she read about sex therapy from one of the many psychology books, she asked professional opinion about it. Given Harry's complex childhood experiences, her mother's friend believes that it just might work. Sex therapy might help Harry regain his emotional connection to someone who truly cares for him. Also, the tiresome effort from the sexual completion might help calm him down.

Kreacher had been her secret informant about Harry's erratic behaviors when he is all alone at 12 Grimmauld Place. The old elf says that on some days, Harry is just content to be pissed drunk. Sometimes, Harry trashes the place with his extreme magical outbursts. Kreacher even says that there are times when Harry manually destroys sections of the Black Manor with his bare hands. When she found out about this, her heart broke for her best friend.

Harry had been suffering all alone and she was not there to help him push through despite his pains. She asked Kreacher about the injuries Harry gets from his tendency to get hurt by trashing the place. The elf says that when Harry is passed out, Winky magically heals his wounds and bruises.

After all her preparations, along with Kreacher and Winky's spying on Harry, she is now ready to try her idea to use a special form of sex therapy to help him conquer his inner demons.

With an assurance from Kreacher that Harry is home at 12 Grimmauld Place, Hermione apparated to Black Manor. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest. She will be wholly giving herself to Harry James Potter if he so wishes. She is willing to do absolutely anything to bring her Harry back.

Should her efforts to bring him back fail, then she is determined to stay with him in the darkness that he has trapped himself under. She would do anything for Harry. Because he is her best friend. The one person, aside from her parents, who has never abandoned her…

It's the first Halloween after the stupid dark wanker, Lord Voldemort, is finally dead. After years of mental and emotional suffering, Harry Potter has finally avenged his parents' deaths. But despite his victory against the evilest Dark Lord since Gellert Grindelwald, the boy-who-lived or whatever the fuck they are calling him now, just feels empty.

He's lost so many of the people he loves. His mum and dad, who sacrificed their lives for him. His godfather, Sirius Black. Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. His mentor, Albus Dumbledore… and hell, even Snape who had always been his ally after all.

He's also lost so many of his dear friends. First there was Cedric Diggory, and then there was Dobby who died after saving their hides at Malfoy Manor. He could see so many dead faces… Fred Weasley, Collin Creevey, Lavender Brown… so many people lost their lives because of a war that he should've ended up sooner. If only he were better, stronger, smarter, and more powerful...

The sea of dead faces haunts his every waking moment. Even sleep does not provide him the escape because the nightmares are just waiting to attack him.

Since he is used to the nightmares and the darkness, it would have been easy to ignore them. But no! Aside from all his inner demons, there is one great pain that Voldemort has inflicted on him…

A pain that he knows he will never recover from…

Not only did Voldemort take his parents away from him, along with the rest of his friends and loved ones, the bloody bastard is also the reason why he passed up on the opportunity to be with the one woman he's been secretly in love with, ever since he was still a little innocent second year.

Because of Voldemort, he passed up on the opportunity to be with Hermione Jean Granger. He finally understood the true nature of his feelings for his best friend the summer before fifth year but with Voldemort being resurrected, he tried to bury his feelings away.

He knows that the stupid megalomaniac dark wanker would target Hermione if he decides to be with her. Hermione will be used as a means to hurt him. So, he restrained himself and forced his attentions to focus elsewhere. He settled with Cho Chang and then Ginny Weasley. After all, he thought that he was dying in this war.

Should he get together with Hermione, and he ends up leaving her with a broken heart upon his death, his soul will never be at peace. Also, he will never subject the woman he loves with all his heart to all that pain and heartache. So, at first, he was just happy that his best mate, Ron, is there to take care of Hermione. Despite the pain of seeing her making eyes at someone else, he was at least happy that when he dies, someone will still take care of her.

And then, he bloody survived his ordeal. The prophecy was fulfilled and he didn't die…

With that, every single moment that he sees Hermione with her boyfriend, is like being hit with a Crucio to the heart over and over again…

If only there was no Dark Wanker, he would gladly chase Hermione Granger all over the bloody castle just to make her notice him ever since their second year.

But now, it's too late. Yes, he is alive. But his very reason for living is now happy in the arms of someone else.

So, what else is there to live for?

He could not bear to see her so happy in the arms of another. He could not bear to fool himself to act like he was happy with someone else, like Ginny, while his heart so longed for Hermione.

Hence, he only strengthened his resolve to endure the pain of seeing Hermione and Ron together for a few days. When he accompanied Hermione to Australia so they could bring her parents' back, he was determined to leave her alone, along with the rest of the Wizarding World, after they succeed in their mission.

Hermione Granger will never be his because he chose to protect her from that fucking bastard Tom Marvolo Riddle! If only he could bring Voldemort back, he would torture that bastard over and over again for the heart break that he has to endure every single day.

His only consolation, at least Hermione had her parents back. She is safe. She is happy. Even if she has found her happiness in the arms of Ronald bloody Weasley, the luckiest bastard in Britain!

So now here he is… He is wearing his well-worn dark denims. He plans to lose himself in alcohol and some random muggle prostitute's pussy who shares Hermione's curly chestnut locks and beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

Tonight, he will lose himself in a poor replica of Hermione Granger. Maybe he would whip the woman hard so that he could let all his frustrations out. He honestly gets some sort of sick relief and pleasure when he hurts the woman who shares Hermione's features as he fucks her hard. In a way, it's his form of retaliation since his Hermione broke his heart when she chose Ronald Weasley over him.

If he cannot have the one woman he loves and desires with all his heart, might as well find a barely suitable substitute. Besides, at least the pussy will provide him some sort of relief. He always closes his eyes and imagines that he was there with her, His Hermione, instead of the muggle prostitute he's hired for the night.

His Hermione. The woman he had to let go because he loves her so damned much! His Hermione who now belongs to Ronald Weasley. If only I could set up some sort of accident so that Ron dies and I could comfort Hermione… and then, she will be mine… If only...

He was about to grab a shirt when he heard the wards shift. Someone just apparated into the main hall of 12 Grimmauld Place. Holding his belt and his wand, he hurriedly ran down stairs to check on who the bloody hell had the balls to interrupt his lonely solitude.

When he arrived by the open door which lead to the main hall, he was surprised. A sight that he has never expected to see is standing in front of him.

He laughed sarcastically at the sight. Now he's obviously lost his mind.

It is impossible for Hermione Jean Granger to be standing in the middle of the main hall of his home.

"Whoever you are, what the fuck are you doing here?", his voice dark, sarcastic, and ruthless. Maybe it's an apparition or it's Voldemort's final revenge, torturing him with visions of the woman he wants but will never ever have.

"Harry, it's me. Hermione", her voice sounded so sultry and beguiling. Despite the darkness of the room, when she turned around, their eyes met. The chocolate brown orbs that haunt his erotic dreams came crashing with his emerald green ones. He pointed his fingers to the torches that surrounded the main hall so that he could light a fire.

He wanted to see her better.

When the main hall is now well lit, he could feel his body start to react because of this unexpected exposure to her mere presence.

His eyes quickly glanced on her form. She was wearing a long, thick, black coat of sorts. Only her bushy curly hair and her beautiful face could be seen. He also noticed the sexy black strappy sandals that she was wearing. He so wanted to see what she is hiding underneath that thick cloak that is concealing the very curves that has plagued his fantasies. He longed to have her fuck me heels digging on his back as he pounds his cock inside of her as he claims her for his own.

"What are you doing here?", he asked in a low and husky voice.

"I want to help you, Harry. We all do. We are here for you", her voice was begging. He could hear the desperation there. Even her eyes were filled with sadness and the too familiar ardent desire to help him, just like she always does.

"Go back to Ron, Hermione. I don't need you! Just leave me alone! And get the fuck out of here!", he hissed. He was about to walk away but what she did next blew his mind. He was frozen on the spot where he stood.

"There is no, Ron. I broke up with him. I'm all yours if you'll have me", she said as she untied the clasp on her thick cloak.

His cock literally wept for joy at the sight. Her presence alone made him feel hot, but when she removed her cloak, his cock is immediately ready for action.

Hermione Granger is standing in front of him wearing nothing but a black see-through lace top, her perfect breasts on display and her pink nipples are sensually visible through the lace. Her tight abdomen is teasingly peeking since the see-through lace top has a revealing cut. She complemented her look with black lace see through knickers. He could literally see a small patch of dark brown curls on top of her mons. She also wore black lace stockings underneath her fuck me heels.

He does not know if she is an apparition or not.

But he is damn sure that he will find out!

If this is real and his Hermione really is here, then this will be the bloody best Halloween of his life.

If not, and she's only a pigment of his imagination, then at least he gets to see her like this… Even in his erotic dreams, he's never seen a more vivid version of Hermione this way.

Maybe, just maybe, he gets to fuck the real Hermione tonight. Maybe after all these years, he could finally lose control and just lose himself in her.

He is losing control over his mind and sanity. Maybe Hermione could bring him back. If not, he only hopes that she will share his darkness as he exerts his control. He wants to dominate her, own her, make her his… even if it's only for just one night.

Maybe she could help him escape the darkness. Or maybe, she could just make him feel again… Feel something that is close to goodness and the light. For she had always been the light of his life. Maybe she'll chase his inner demons away. He only hopes that she will accept this raw, feral, and harsher side of him… maybe by exerting his control of her body, she will help him regain his control on his mind.

As he walks towards her in slow sensual steps, he could literally hear each beating of her heart. He could hear every intake of breath that she makes.

When he was a foot in front of her, he roughly squeezed both of her breasts. He smirked as he felt her nipples harden at his touch. He moved even closer to her. The straining erection concealed in his jeans pressing against her tight abdomen.

"I'm not your innocent Harry anymore, my sweet", he said huskily before licking the bottom of her earlobe and then tracing the contour of her jaw with his tongue. He smirked when he felt her shiver in fear and anticipation.

"I… I'm not afraid of you… My Harry… He's there… Somewhere… I am determined to bring him back", she replied with a determined voice. It reminded him of the young bossy Hermione who used to annoy him so much.

His right hand pinched her nipples while his left hand squeezed the round globe of her arse to pull her closer. He groaned at the feel of her bare arse cheek on his palm and her lace knickers pressing against his jeans.

"This Harry in front of you… He wants to devour you… Make you his… He will enjoy making you scream in pleasure… and in pain… He will hurt you… He will fuck you hard… He will dominate you… Do you want that?", he growled against her shoulder. The hand on her arse now teasing on the front of her knickers.

"I…No… But I will do anything… For my Harry", Hermione remained firm despite the fear that he could see in her eyes.

"Harry!", Hermione gasped when his hand went under the front of her lace knickers and he roughly inserted a finger inside of her.

"I don't share Hermione… Once you commit to be mine… You'll be mine… Forever", he pulled away from her shoulder as his eyes met hers. He is now roughly pumping his finger in and out of her pussy. Her inner walls clenching hard on his finger. She is so fucking tight! He cannot wait to sink his cock and to pound relentlessly inside of her!

"I… I'll be yours Harry… forever… Just don't shut me out… I am here for you… always", she stammered her reply. Her chocolate brown orbs darkening in arousal. He could feel her slit coating his finger with her juices.

"Did Ron or Viktor ever get to fuck you?", he yelled angrily as his finger dipped in and out of her in long hard strokes. His other hand lavishing her breasts with equal attention as he squeezed them and tweaked her nipples.

She did not answer but she only blushed.

"Answer me!", he demanded. He pinched her nipple painfully making her groan.

"No! I have never been with a man before", she quickly answered him this time around. His inner dominant jumped for joy at her confession, while the man who is irrevocably in love with her, sighed in relief. He would always love Hermione, regardless if he is not her first lover but, he is scared that his inner dominant would take control. He might end up killing the bastards who got the chance to fuck her. Since he will be her first, and he'll damn make sure that he is also her last, he smirked. At least he won't have to worry about killing some bastard anymore. Hermione Granger is his and only his!

"Good", he had a smug look on his face. He pulled out his finger from her drenched slit. He raised it to his face and his eyes glistened with arousal at the wetness he could see. Her scent intoxicating his senses.

"Suck", he commanded as he placed his soaked finger against her lips. Hermione's eyes were wide but she reluctantly obeyed his command by opening her mouth.

He placed his finger inside of her mouth and then she sucked her juices from his finger. It's undoubtedly the sexiest thing he had ever seen, so much hotter than him whipping and fucking the muggle prostitutes he's been playing around with, just so he could forget Hermione who unknowingly broke his heart, even for a little while.

"There will be more of that now, since you have committed yourself to belong to me", he said as he pulled his finger from her mouth with a pop.

"What happened to you, Harry?", her eyes searched his own. He could see how much she cared for him.

"I don't know Hermione. After all the manipulations and the restraints that I have to face in my life, I just… I just want to exert control in all things now… especially on you", he admitted. His resigned voice bore a strong resemblance to the young Harry she once knew.

"But why?", she wanted to know so that she could understand him better.

"I want to own you…make sure that you won't ever leave me", he sighed.

"I will always be here for you, Harry", she reassured him.

"Are you sure about this, Hermione? This is your last chance to back out… After that, I'll own your body… Take your pleasure… You will belong to me… You will succumb to my every need… In return, I will be faithful to you… I will always love you… And I'll be yours, forever…", he was gazing into her eyes as he said that.

"I will do anything for you Harry… I'm yours", her voice was firm. I'll do anything to bring my Harry back. I'll take away your pain, Harry, she gave her silent promise to him.

She gasped when he lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist so she could steady herself.

Harry apparated them into a room that she's never seen before. He gently lowered her to the floor and she looked around.

It was filled with what looked like torture devices – whips, paddles, and rows of various chains and restraints…

The walls were painted white but all the furniture and everything else inside it was black or red in color…

There was a large king-sized bed at the center, the pillows and the covers are made of black silk…

And then she saw a weird looking chair, there was an area dedicated to what looked like a cross of some sorts… There were thick leather bondage devices attached on the chair and the cross.

Her inspection of the room was halted when Harry roughly tugged on her hand so that she could face him.

"Kneel", he commanded. She was surprised at the way he made his demand. It was dark, feral, and well, sexy. She never knew this side of Harry existed.

Despite the misgivings running through her mind, she knelt in front of him.

As Harry loosened the button of his jeans, before lowering the zipper, she gulped. I'm doing this for Harry because I love him, that was the mantra in her head.

When she first saw his long, thick, and hard penis for the first time, she cannot help but feel scared even if she could also feel herself getting aroused. She has never done anything like this before.

"Suck", he smirked as his eyes glanced down on his erection before his emerald green orbs gave her a penetrating look.

"Excuse me?", she was aghast.

"I need you to suck me. Get me harder than I have ever been, before I fuck you", he ordered. The dangerous tone in his voice made her shiver in nervous excitement.

When his erection is now literally staring her at the face, her last thought was...

I cannot believe that this is happening to me…