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 were both 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.
Malfoy 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 Malfoy'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 Harry 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 the 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 the table and saw Lucifer, he 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 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 his quarters, stumbling a bit since feeling dazed.
Inside Lucifer just stopped and looked Emma up and down -- checked her out, if you will -- and 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 ass.
"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 and punishment and sexual deviousness and 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 arsr 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 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 kitchen to the living-room where he had prepared for her arrival (or rather: where he had 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 Hermione-- 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 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 her best to look alluring and tempting without moving... not a hard task when one looks as sexy as her!
When he squeezed her asscheeks a feeling of discomfort arose from her still slightly sore bum from 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 are 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?" he 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 in left side of 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 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!" she 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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