Just as they took their seats at the Gryffindor table, a loud rustling echoed from the high rafters. A massive flock of delivery owls soared into the hall, dropping the morning prints of 'The Daily Prophet' directly into the students' waiting hands.
Hermione caught her copy smoothly, unfolding the heavy parchment. The moment her eyes locked onto the front page, she let out a sharp gasp, her fork clattering against her golden plate. "Lucifer... look at this," She whispered, her face turning an alarmed, pale shade as she spun the newspaper around for him to see.
Hanging across the top column in bold, aggressive ink was a brand-new headline:
MINISTRY SECURES SPECIAL REPAIR FUNDS FOR HOGWARTS!
SENIOR UNDERSECRETARY UMBRIDGE UNCOVERS STRUCTURAL NEGLECT AND LAUNCHES FULL FINANCIAL AUDIT INTO CASTLE ACCOUNTS!
Down the table, Harry and Ron pushed their plates of eggs aside, leaning over to read the print with severe scowls.
"An audit?" Ron muttered, his jaw dropping. "She's literally trying to frame Dumbledore for stealing school gold!"
"It's a political trap," Hermione said fiercely, her eyes burning with a brilliant, dangerous anger as she read the text, "She's using her own accident to justify bringing Ministry officials into the castle. Every single vault and piece of paperwork is going to be heavily monitored by Fudge's people...."
Lucifer merely let out a low dry chuckle, he didn't predict his girlfriend to change personality the moment after their 'fight,' as if that self of hers had gotten herself grounded, taking a slow sip of his black coffee as he stared at the moving photograph of a heavily bandaged Umbridge smiling pitifully for the camera. "Let them audit, they can count every Galleon in the vaults, but will never find a single trace of the magic that actually governs this castle. The toad is simply playing a losing game...."
After saying his piece, Lucifer took up his porcelain cup of black coffee and walked straight down toward the Ravenclaw table to sit beside Luna.
Hermione could only stare bitterly at the back of his head, her chest tightening with a volatile mix of regret and blinding jealousy. In her sudden frustration, she aggressively stabbed her fork directly into her boiled egg, fracturing the shell and sending yellow yolk splattering everywhere across the pristine wooden table.
She quickly wiped her fingers, pulling the freshly delivered morning print of 'The Daily Prophet' toward her to mask her burning face. Her eyes scanned the bold ink of the second Ministry notice below:
"The Ministry of Magic seeks educational reform. Dolores Umbridge appointed as First Financial Auditor, responsible for reviewing Hogwarts' educational expenditures to ensure fair and proper use of funds."
"How on earth does she keep getting more titles?" Harry said indignantly after reading the notice over her shoulder. By now, his deep dislike for Umbridge ranked second only to Snape, easily surpassing even his old academic feud with Trelawney. After just one harrowing lesson, he had realized exactly how detestable and toxic the woman truly was.
Not only did she strictly 'forbid' any practical wand use, but she actively denied the very existence of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, loudly praising the Wizarding world's peaceful prosperity with a willful, dangerous blindness.
"Does this actually have anything to do with us?" Ron muttered, finishing his own lazy reading of the column before turning back to his breakfast. He found absolutely nothing amiss with the text. "After all, gold wouldn't be given directly to us either way."
Harry couldn't find a logical point to argue with that. The school's broad administrative finances fundamentally had nothing to do with ordinary students. But after thinking quietly for a moment, he finally found a reason to remain highly suspicious. "But a Ministry audit has literally never happened before in the history of the school."
"There has never been an official Education Department established before either," Hermione casually added, her voice tight as she tried exceptionally hard not to look over across the hall. From the edge of her vision, she watched as her boyfriend gently fed Luna a bite of fruit with his own silver spoon, his touch deliberately tender. She choked down the lump of jealousy in her throat, forcing her tone into a cold, matter-of-fact, "Proper oversight is completely necessary for any grand structure. There is absolutely no need to make a childish fuss about a legal review."
Harry looked at her strangely, his green eyes blinking in utter bewilderment as if he were suddenly discovering a completely new land.
"Hermione, I honestly thought you hated Umbridge more than anyone," he blurted out, shaking his head. "Why on earth are you suddenly speaking up for her nonsense?"
He had never seen Hermione act this fiercely defensive before, especially after she had brilliantly challenged a professor in the very first lesson of the term. Holding her fork tightly like a mermaid wielding a lethal trident, she replied with rigid professionalism, "I acknowledge the core purpose of the 'Education Department' and its required supervisory duties, Harry. Without proper external oversight, corruption within any isolated system is completely inevitable."
"Dumbledore would never take school funds for himself!" Harry immediately protested, his voice rising in defense of the Headmaster. "Now, if you had said Snape was dipping into the potion vaults, I might actually believe it."
Hermione adopted a deeply mature, grown-up tone, her gaze dropping to the table. "Have you forgotten about those old twigs like the Shooting Stars and Silver Arrows we found stored in Madam Hooch's back shed during our first year? Lucifer literally broke a few because they were hazards, and I dropped mine right after Neville's flying incident because the wood was rotting...." She snarled her nose at the bad memory of dangling her legs between a stick, "That is precisely why external oversight is needed. If there is no underlying problem with the books, then administration has absolutely nothing to fear from a standard inspection... But if serious budgetary issues exist, they can be caught and corrected early."
Seeing the blank, completely uncomprehending expressions staring back at her from both Harry and Ron, she let out a long, helpless sigh and stood up from the bench, shaking her head. She hadn't fully understood these complex administrative principles before either.
Only after firmly resolving herself to eventually become the first 'Muggle-born' Minister for Magic, she had consciously decided to study such matters of state craft, realizing the ultimate importance of checks and balances. The policy itself wasn't wrong; the 'fundamental' problem lay strictly with its corrupt implementers.
Up at the high staff table, Dolores Umbridge still proudly occupied the Defense Professor's usual seat, a thick layer of white medical gauze visibly wrapped beneath her black velvet hat. She wore her familiar, simpering smile as she leaned toward the center of the table.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, please ensure your office prepares Hogwarts' complete financial records from recent years. I will begin reviewing all expenditures on behalf of the Ministry first thing on Monday."
"Hmm." Dumbledore popped a rich hazelnut chocolate into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before offering a serene response. "Certainly, Professor Umbridge. Everything will be laid out for you. Might I ask if the official castle repair funds have been successfully approved by the board?"
"Of course they have," She said smugly, adjusting her pink cardigan with a triumphant preen. "Minister Fudge takes castle safety and student protection very seriously. He has specially approved a sum of six thousand Galleons in dedicated emergency funding."
Severus Snape, who was quietly eating his breakfast nearby, glanced sharply over at the pink toad, his dark eyes narrowing as his expression shifted into a look of deep, recalculating suspicion. Six thousand Galleons was an immense amount of capital for a few loose bricks.
"However," Umbridge added quickly, her eyes glinting with a sharp greed, "I will personally need to review and approve every single specific expenditure before a single Sickle leaves the vault."
"No problem at all," Dumbledore agreed readily with a cheerful wave of his hand, never one to bog his mind down with trivial administrative details anyway.
Umbridge completely mistook his easy compliance for a political concession, flashing a wide, grotesque smile across her wide mouth.
Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and peered at her over his half-moon spectacles. "Then, Professor Umbridge, since you are feeling robust enough to manage the accounts, shall you be handling this afternoon's practical classes?"
Her plastic smile froze instantly on her face. "There is an urgent Ministry budget meeting I must attend," She refused awkwardly, her hand lifting instinctively to touch the painful lump throbbing beneath her bandages. "And I must visit St Mungo's for a follow-up assessment. Next week, perhaps... yes, next week."
The truth was, her severe head injury hadn't fully healed from the brick incident yet. She had rushed back to the castle solely to flaunt her new financial authority before Dumbledore and to ensure Harry Potter received his proper detention, certainly not to exert herself teaching a room 'full' of children while wounded.
The moment breakfast concluded, Umbridge hurried away down the side corridor, leaving many of younger Gryffindor students utterly dismayed. With her skipping the lessons, they realized they would have to attend Snape's grueling, makeshift 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' session instead.
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The day went on like any other, only Lucifer and Hermione didn't speak a word to one another the whole day. She was angry at herself for letting her disagreement with Luna come between their relationship. It was killing her inside, not being able to talk to him.
It was surprising to many that they weren't talking, given both were dating and the new Gryffindor Prefects, but some weren't surprised at all. The Slytherin's especially made sure everyone knew that it was obvious a Pureblood and Mudblood 'could never' work.
Graham had almost gotten the words out, but Hermione noticed that Theodore Nott who was always alone in the Library had stopped him.
Lucifer may not have been talking to her, but he still would've ripped Malcolm's skin from his body if he'd gotten the word out.
Hermione had noticed Harry was distracted, and hadn't gotten much homework done, if any.
He had performed horribly in 'Transfiguration,' she heard him mumble about his unfinished bowtruckle drawing, and to add onto that, more homework from McGonagall, Grubbly-Plank, and Sinistra wasn't helping at all.
What made it worse for him was Angelina reaming him again about not being able to show up to Keeper Tryouts on 'Friday.'
"I'm in detention!" Harry yelled after her as she walked away angrily, "D'you think I'd rather be stuck in a room with that old toad or playing Quidditch!?"
"At least it's only lines," Hermione said consolingly, as her friend sank back onto the bench. "It's not as if it's a dreadful punishment, really." She saw him open his mouth, but then he closed it again. She figured he realized he was being ridiculous about complaining over one of more easy punishments to get by with.
"I can't believe how much homework we've got," Ron said miserably.
"Well, why didn't you do any last night?" Harry asked him, he had detention but Ron did not, "what were you doing anyway, while I was gone?"
"I was... I fancied a walk..." Ron said shiftily.
Harry glared at him from behind his glasses. While Hermione was busy looking down at the table and saw Lucifer was sitting across from Katie, but he wasn't talking to her; in fact, she noticed he wasn't talking to anyone. 'Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean to Luna, but she's being ridiculous about those creatures.....'
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Emma liked this new world. Though her short skirt and semi-buttoned shirt made her nervous. Hermione, she couldn't quite figure out her feelings about this girl.
On one hand, she'd like nothing better than to claw out her eyes, kind of the normal girlfriend-reaction, she figured after she saw Hermione's disobedience to apologize to Luna, and even worse.... 'break-up.'
But on the other side, the entire idea of having a sex-slave was extremely arousing, especially if she could help him punish her. She'd argued with herself about not to come tonight, to let Lucifer handle this girl on his own, but she'd figured this was an ideal opportunity to try and get him for herself, so he could see that she was the one he'd be with.
At least that's what she told herself, though she couldn't ignore the sexual pull seeing Hermione Granger 'punished' had on her.
Emma was so lost in thoughts that she hadn't heard a voice on the other side of the bathroom and was quite surprised when it suddenly opened, and she was looking at Lucifer.
"Hey Emma," he smiled with eyes roaming her body and obviously liking what he saw, "You look good."
Blushing, she smiled at him. There was something in his eyes, something very pleased and eager that told her he certainly approved of her outfit, and seeing that aroused look made it worth all the effort of transforming Hermione's old clothes.
She didn't 'feel' sorry at all.
"Come on in," he told her and she followed him into quarters, stumbling a bit since feeling dazed. Inside Lucifer just stopped and looked Emma up and down, checked her out, if you will, smiled that self-assured smile of his.
"So..." Emma began, she liked being ogled like that, it was kind of flattering. It was certainly a good sign that Lucifer wanted to look at her, and wasn't that why she'd made all this new stuff anyway?
"So..." he repeated in a low, intimate voice and stepped up close to her and kissed her, softly at first but gradually more and more intense.
His hands found their way around her waist and pressed her against him, and he couldn't stop himself from letting them wander a bit further south to her squeezable arse.
"Mhm..." Emma sighed delighted and welcomed his tongue as the kiss turned French. She'd missed this! For a moment she 'forgot' all about Hermione, punishment and sexual deviousness, just enjoyed the kiss and the closeness to Lucifer.
When he pressed her against him, she eagerly followed suit and pushed her deliciously curved body into him, feeling how her huge tits were mashed against his chest.
Perhaps his hands on her arse were moving a bit fast but locked as she was in his embrace and kiss, she really didn't have the means to protest, even if she wanted to... and she really couldn't see any reason to!
The rules of what 'good girls' did and didn't do (e.g. waiting till she had gotten further inside the room than just the hallway to let him feel her up...) were quickly fading from her mind.
Considering her purpose for coming here tonight, they didn't make much sense anyway.
"I'm glad you came," Lucifer told her earnestly in between kisses, looking into her eyes in an honest attempt to convince her of his feelings for her, which were confusing even to the young man. He liked her, he really did but he also liked Hermione.
But then again, if everything turned out the way he hoped, he'd have his cake and eat it too.
"Mhm..." She smiled happily, "me too."
His hands still kneading her ass and the memory of his soft lips on hers made it impossible to say anything else, "Why don't we go inside..." he suggested and left the hallway without looking back, assuming she'd follow him.
"Ehh..." She said, suddenly nervous, "Can I, should I take off my shoes?"
She felt herself blush but it felt important to her not to make a social blunder like walking around inside with her shoes on.
"Hm? No, leave them on. You look good in heels," he answered, not caring at all about Hermione's numerically cleaned floors.
It mattered little to him if her heels were spikes that made huge holes in the carpet, as long as it made her ass look good.
She followed him inside, through the kitchen to the living-room where he had prepared for her arrival (or rather: where he had Hermione prepare for her).
It was dark, except the light from the kitchen and all the candles that were burning everywhere, giving the room a rather nice atmosphere. On the coffee-table two glasses of wine awaited them.
Emma stopped and looked a little confused; this was certainly not what she had been expecting. She had figured that Hermione, and the things done to girl--was the reason he had invited her. But this was so much more, this was... 'romantic.'
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Bedroom.
Hermione had heard the footsteps too but couldn't really do anything about it. After she'd prepared for Lucifer's seduction of the teenager, which she couldn't help but view as a rival to his affections, he'd taken her to bedroom.
"Strip," he commanded and she'd immediately obeyed, removing the few garments she was wearing: a dark-brown push-up bra that made the best of her impressive breasts and a black thong that was so small its only task was to ensure that she wasn't leaking when she walked.
She couldn't help that mere fact that Lucifer had her wear lingerie and nothing else always made her so damn wet!
"The shoes too," he told her when she had pulled the panties down and stepped out of them, and as a good slave she obeyed that too.
Naked, sexy, inviting, eager and only wearing her collar, the sign of his ownership she now stood in front of him, trying best to look alluring and tempting without moving... not a hard task when one looked as sexy as her!
When he squeezed her asscheeks a feeling of discomfort arose from her still slightly sore bum from the nozzle, which only served to turn her on further. Lucifer was wearing tight jeans that looked awfully good on him and as he 'felt' up Hermione, she clearly noticed a series of jerks in his crotch-region, telling her that he liked having her in this state of undress as much as she enjoyed being naked in front of him.
Okay, most people wouldn't have seen anything, jeans were rather good at hiding such involuntary compliments but Hermione was looking ('hoping') for just that reaction.
"You want some relief... Master?" she asked with an enticing smile and let her soft hand run delicately across the front of his jeans, clearly feeling the tell-tale hardness.
"Mhm..." he sighed, and Hermione was already on her way down on her knees, to do what she did best, servicing her owner but he stopped her.
"No, better wait for other you. I want to be as ready for her as possible... But that was perhaps the plan? That I'm too tired from your mouth, or pussy when she arrives to do anything with her?" he accused Hermione, half serious, half joking.
"I'm sorry, Master," She meekly answered, sliding down on her knees from where a slave's apology should be given, "I only wanted to 'feel' you in my mouth again..."
"Yeah, I guess you just can't help yourself, can you?" Lucifer smiled down at her.
Her complete surrender and humble apology seemed heartfelt enough for him to forgive her little trick.
"Now, get on the bed," he ordered, and watched her enchanting body as she hurried to comply. She lay down on her stomach on the left side of the king-sized bed.
He took the cuffs laying on the bedside table and cuffed her hands to the barred headboard. Once they were secure and he was certain she couldn't get out he moved on to her feet. Using a Spreader-bar to prevent from closing her legs, "You know," Lucifer said as he sat down in the bed, so close he almost touched her, "I know you're being punished but I'll be generous with you."
God, she loved the superior way he talked about her, like his will was law.
"Thank you, sir. How?" she asked, showing proper respect.
And suddenly there were a couple of fingers in her pussy, slipping inside her well-oiled hole without meeting any resistance.
"I'll let you cum as much as you can," Lucifer said, making himself heard over the instant moans coming from Hermione, "As often and as hard as you can, and you won't have to ask for permission."
"Ahh! Thank you, thank you!" she moaned, the casual way he 'allowed' her to experience orgasms ('and his busy little fingers, gliding in and out of her!') already sending her along the road to explosion.
She had been aroused for most of the day, but he hadn't used her, not once, much to her 'frustration!'
"The only downside, of course," he continued and thrust his fingers deep inside her, making her cry out, "is that 'you' are cuffed, and 'I'm' not going to touch your greedy little cunt anymore tonight," And with that frustrating message he pulled his hand off her pussy, leaving it empty and desperate for more.
"Oh no, no, no!" She whined, trying to will him back to her hungry pussy, "please, please, Sir, finish me!"
The once proud Gryffindor girl didn't think twice about begging to touch her, just a little more!
"No, you were rude to Luna."
"Please, I'm so close!" Hermione exclaimed but knew it was in vain.
Once Lucifer made up his mind and this was clearly an evil little plan of his, he wasn't going to change it just because she wanted to cum.
"Well, if you're lucky, being whipped will be enough to satisfy you. If not," Lucifer shrugged as if it really didn't matter to him, "Maybe Emma, yes that's her name, will find some mercy for you. If you ask her nicely enough..."
With that he walked out of the room, leaving the horny Granger alone with her needy cunt.
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