Upon returning, Sprout again called the House and SETT to the common room. "My Badgers, we have an occurrence which has never happened before. A second year Badger risked life and limb, to not only save his mate, but the whole school from Slytherin's monster! At no point in THE BOOK has a second year ever earned their second award and honor. The first in the millennium of THE BOOK's history, I give you Heir Hadrian James Potter Black!" Hermione jumped into his arms and kissed him soundly while everyone else clapped and cheered. Soon Neville 'coughed' and Hermione broke the lip lock while blushing. She then moved aside so others could congratulate him, though she never let him go. Hermione understood, this was as close as most would ever get to a historical moment for the history books. Neville with a gleam in his eye, but with all seriousness, stated dryly "You keep this shit up, Harry, and they will name you king."
Harry just looked at him with horror, thinking of the sword.
Neville shrugged, "Just sayin'." and grinned, while many of the puffs laughed…and others thought it was a good idea.
Harry not at all happy with the idea, slugged Neville in the arm, who just grinned back unrepentantly.
The next day, Harry and Hermione resumed studying for their finals. Honestly, they could care less about these particular tests, since they were on a shortcut to the OWLs. Hermione had none that mattered, outside Potions, and Harry was in agreement, except for that little Charms OWL he was almost ready to take.
The tests came. Harry took the written OWL, and found it irritating, but not too difficult. The practical exam was as much a joke to him, as Cedric described the potion's OWL. When the examiners found him silent and point casting, they tested him on 3 spells. When he did them instantly, silently, and point casting, they just asked him to impress them. Harry then cast multiple combat chains of OWL spells at Auror speed and power. The examiner looked at what he was doing, and sent him on his way. Flitwick shook his head, "Harry, silent and point casting allows someone to get an O for their NEWTs even just using OWL spells Harry. Finding a second year doing it, blew their minds." Harry just shrugged, after all, what could he say?
Shortly after the normal finals, madam Sprout found Harry and Hermione studying together. There was still one week of schooling left before returning home for the summer, and while the other 2nd years were done, Harry and Hermione still have potions and their independent studies which they will continue over the summer. As she approached, Harry stood, "Yes madam Sprout?"
Pomona was a bit embarrassed, but this needed to be addressed. She stated, "I have an issue. Your lady has rebuked a few of the senior Hufflepuffs in an insultingly inappropriate manor. After your episode, the situation improved, but in the three weeks since the chamber, things have returned to the previous situation, and they want action. Grievances have been filed with the SETT and the decision is a firm paddling. However, knowing she is a Snape Apprentice, I have told them it may escalate the situation, not curtail it, as a Snape Apprentice is punished significantly more than the SETT are allowed for her current age. I counter-offered them the choice of you taking your lady in hand, since you are not limited by the school rules. What are your thoughts?"
Harry acknowledged the situation with a nod, and looked at Hermione. Hermione looked guilty. This was not good. Harry firmly asked "Hermione, care to tell me, what is going on?"
Hermione irritated and embarrassed she let this situation get out of control, replied honestly to Harry, "I think they are being oversensitive and just looking for an opportunity to put me in my place. However, the facts as presented, are essentially true. The current limitations on our relationship, combined with the final exams have made me short-tempered, and I have been inappropriate and rude in a couple of situations. I can honestly say, for what I have done, mum Tonks would give me the hairbrush most thoroughly. I warrant chastisement, my Lord." And there are gasps across the room. One thing could be said about this couple, they never tried to cover up any wrong doing. They paid their debts.
Harry nodded and replied to Sprout, "Tell the SETT, my Lady will be spanked thoroughly. Furthermore, as this is Tuesday, I forbid her the use of potions to alleviate the discomfort until Thursday night. I cannot extend it further, as Master Snape demands a fresh bottom on all Potion class days, so he may initiate proper discipline as necessary." Madam Sprout nodded and went away. There were other students who heard the conversation and looked at Hermione with sympathy, some others had a firm look of vindication. Harry thought the problem may have been bigger, and more complicated, then presented.
Turning to Hermione, "Lets put our studying away. You and I will remove ourself and deal with this situation."
Hermione was in proper chastised wife fashion, and responded demurely with downcast eyes, "As you command, my Lord."
Harry immediately knew something was up, as Hermione only acts this submissive when making a point, or getting something she…desires…Ah.
Harry led Hermione to an unused classroom. They had a few hours before dinner so should not be disturbed, but to make sure Harry cast a powerful door locking charm which made the door squelch shut, he then cast silent and notice-me-not wards on the door. Harry looked at Hermione. She was looking down, but was fidgeting…and not from fear…from want.
Harry found a chair and transfigured it into a heavy solid wide chair without arm rests, he also transfigured an ottoman in front of it. Hermione thought, 'This may have been a mistake, Harry looks to be serious about this.' Harry set the chair and ottoman away from a table, but in reach while sitting.
Harry then said to Hermione, "Strip down to underwear. Leave on your shoes and stockings." Harry also removed his robe, tie and vest. 'Merlin he's hot with those muscles…this is going to hurt.' Harry then pulled his belt out of his pants…'Uh-Oh I didn't count on the belt' thought Hermione. Harry rolled up his sleeves, before sitting down with the belt doubled over in his hand. Hermione looked at him, he was in full DAD 'get the strap' mode. 'This is really going to HURT…why am I starting to getting wet? she thought.
Hermione had removed everything except her pants, stockings, and shoes. Technically she could have left on her bra, but she liked the naked desire in Harry's eyes as he looked at her breasts. Morgana, Harry looking at her breasts was making her nipples hard, and it isn't cold in here…dammit! Harry then set down the belt in reach on the table. Hermione thought 'so maybe I can avoid the belt…not likely…sigh'. Harry then motioned for her to get over his lap.
Hermione lay across Harry's lap and he held her in place with her pant covered bottom on Harry's right. "Why am I spanking you, Hermione?" Hermione paused, and answered, "I was being a brat, my Lord. I know my fear and frustration are no excuse, but they are a reason."
Harry nodded, "As always, safe-words are in effect. Don't use red-light unless you mean it, as I will be forced to hand you back over to madam Sprout in that case."
Hermione responded, "'I will only use yellow-light then to slow you down if I'm at the edge. I know it won't lessen my punishment."
Harry nodded, started a steady rhythm of SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. He was alternating between her left and right buttocks. It was slowly building up to a burn. After about twenty swats, Harry told Hermione, "Get up and remove your pants."
As Hermione got up, blushing 'Why am I blushing? For Morgana's sake, his face has been buried in my pussy, for hours at a time!' She noticed Harry also rose and removed his slacks.
She looked at him, and Harry explained, "I'm saving my slacks from your slick. You're getting wet." and Harry just sat back down while she blushed further.
He motioned for Hermione to remove the clothes, and Hermione removed her pants and lay back across Harry. This time Harry propped his left leg on the ottoman, and his right leg over hers. Hermione noticed this made her feel much more vulnerable with her bottom higher in the air and her legs pinned. Harry went back to SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK, again alternating. The heat was getting painful as her bottom reddened. After another twenty, the occasional "Ouch, Ow, that hurt, Ohh" were mumbled by Hermione. Harry stopped spanking her, and started gently scratching her bottom with his nails. That stung, but felt...interesting. He also drifted lower, gently caressing her between her legs, not touching her core, but caressing her inner thighs. Hermione "groaned" and opened her legs to give him better access.
'Yup', thought Harry. 'As I suspected.'
Harry then reached and grabbed the belt, doubling it over to keep the buckle away from her. He needed to punish Hermione, not cut or harm her. "I expect you to count the strikes. Don't miss any, or they won't count." WHAP! 'Ouch!...one" WHAP! "….two" WHAP! "OHH….three" and she started sniffling. Harry continued with the belt until WHAP! "OWW…TWENTY!" and Harry let Hermione up to which she danced in place rubbing her bottom while still sniffling. After she calmed down, Harry motioned her back across his lap. Hermione quickly glanced at the belt in his hand and her eyes widened in fear. She took a breath, let it out in defeat, and lay back across his lap still crying.
Harry set the belt down, put her back in position, and started caressing Hermione's buttocks again. Hermione started wiggling and Harry's SLAP! "OUCH!" got her to stop moving. "Do you need to climax?" he asked gently.
"Yes please." Hermione answered with a whisper.
Harry then started caressing her labia, and ran a finger right up her crack, flicking her clit, causing her to 'gasp.' Harry then quickly rubbed her clit causing Hermione to crash through a climax squirting on his lap, and collapsing, apparently boneless. Harry just kept rubbing her. Eventually Hermione regained her senses, and said with feeling "Thank you, Harry."
"I'm not done." Harry replied, "I don't think one climax will fix this problem." And Harry started rubbing her lips again and tickling her clit.
"OOOH Harry. I don't know if...I can handle this." Hermione said worriedly.
To which Harry replied, "Well...we will find out…unless we should hand you to Sprout."
Hermione whined plaintively, "That's not fair!"
Harry's answer to that statement, was SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. Another 20 hard swats to her bottom with Hermione crying by the end. Harry was just lightly scratching her bottom after the twenty, waiting for Hermione to quiet back down.
Once no longer sobbing, Harry asked, "What was that Hermione, I wasn't sure I heard you."
Hermione grumbled still sniffling, "That question is worthy of Snape."
"He does know how to drive a point home. Should I have taken that as a compliment? No, I don't think so." SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK and Harry delivered 20 more strikes to Hermione's bottom with her now, howling. Harry was caressing her bottom again despite it feeling like a hundred bees were continuously stinging it. After she calmed down to crying quietly, "Anything else to say, miss?" Harry asked ominously.
"I'm sorry my Lord. I miss your touch so much." Hermione said by way of apology.
"I miss you too." Harry said quietly, and he started caressing her vulva again. This time he gently pushed a finger inside her vagina. Very slowly and carefully. She had never had anything in there before. It was forbidden. With a scared, unsure tone to her voice, "Harry?" she asked very concerned.
"You are past your second maturation, Hermione, it's safe." Harry explained, "We won't make love as that is still illegal until we are both 14, but I think fingering you is something we should start to do…Do you disagree?" And Harry added a second finger to her vagina. Despite the sting caused by the increased stretching, Hermione did not want Harry to stop. Harry was finally inside her!
Hermione said "UGG! NO! My lord, use me as you will!" SPANK! "OWWW!" she exclaimed looked up at Harry with confusion.
Again angry at her, Harry said forcefully "Hermione, I just told you, we will do fingering only. Don't press for more!" and Harry starts more aggressively moving the two fingers in and out of her while flicking her clit. He brought her to another wonderful climax and she collapsed across his lap.
Once she recovered again, Harry ordered her "Get on your hand and knees on the ottoman. Spread your legs." Hermione looked up at Harry concerned, "Remember your safe-words. I will occasionally hurt you, but I will never cause you harm. You know this."
Hermione just nodded, trusting him, and moved into position. He rotated her so her knees are as wide as possible, while she griped the other corners with her hands. Harry then stood by her bottom on her left. He is in a great position to do all sorts of wonderful…and painful things to her now, and the vulnerability of the position created butterflies in her stomach.
Harry then moved more behind her and slowly wormed his two fingers back into her vagina. Once inside he slowly works up to aggressively pistoning his fingers in and out of her. Another orgasm is slowing starting to boil in her core again, and Harry switches to pressing both fingers down on her G-spot. Harry presses hard while slightly shaking them up and down. Hermione now with another climax almost upon her, collapses onto her elbows with her bottom in the air. During this Harry uses his left-hand to roll her clit and rub it. Suddenly he reaches over and pinches a nipple hard. Hermione howls as she drops over the edge, into the strongest climax yet. Harry just holds her with his left-hand, while his right keeps stimulating her to get the most out of the climax.
Once she collapsed, Harry picked Hermione up and sat her straddling his lap, bottom free from any pressure. Harry just held her against him, and gently caressed her head lying on his chest. She soon fell asleep from the multiple climaxes. Harry just hoped this isn't their future. If he can't give her children, he would have to let her go. Harry just held her tighter, thinking about life without his, Mine.
Once Hermione had recovered, and awakened. Harry gently washed her slick away, and placed some dittany on her bottom to heal the skin, as it had been damaged slightly. However, the bruises from the spanking were still evident deep to the intact skin. He then helped her replace her panties and helped her dress while she was teary eyed. Harry said, "Everyone needs to see you squirm during dinner. They need to know our word is inviolate, and you were seriously punished as required. Don't hide it so much as stoically endure it, Mine." And Harry kissed her on the forehead holding her tightly.
"I understand Harry, and thank you." she said with downcast eyes, "I know this was hard on you, especially since I didn't return the favor."
"I am dreaming of the day I can hold myself deep inside you, and feel your depths grip me tightly, as my seed starts a baby in you." Harry said with raw emotion, "Someday, I may have you eat dinner in the great hall with me sheathed deep in your core, having just started a baby in you. Wouldn't that be a statement."
Hermione, blushing madly, "Harry! We could never do that!", but a small part of her thought it would be seriously hot. Take that, bitches, he's mine! She then started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked.
Hermione continued to giggle, "Can you imagine telling your thirteen-year-old daughter she was conceived in the great hall, during a feast? The look of horror on her face would be picture worthy!"
That night at dinner, it was noted by all that Hermione was squirming in her seat, unable to find a comfortable position. While some were grimly pleased she received due punishment, no one forgot what happened when Ron Weasley so vulgarly pointed it out. Both Sprout and Snape caught Harry's eye and acknowledged the situation and the resolution of it.
It was amusing when a first-year witch asked what was so unusual about a witch being paddled. Afterall, she received 5 pants the previous month. She then found out the witches betrothed was used, because he could spank her like her father would, much more than a teacher was allowed. She asked how much Hermione received.
Hermione quietly said "My LORD used his belt, and I received 100 bare, though contrariness added the last 40. I tested him, and it was a mistake."
The student looked in horror, "I'm never getting betrothed if he can do that!" which had the whole table laughing and Hermione blushing demurely, but with a small smile for her Lord…as she continued to seek a comfortable position, and not find it.
Susan gasped at the excessive punishment and declared, "You love her! There is no way you hit her bare bottom 100 times with a belt!" Harry placed down his silverware, and with angry green eyes, looked coldly at Susan, before he said, "I do love her. I used my belt. I struck her bare bottom over my lap. I struck her hard, all one hundred times. No bruise balm was ever applied. I so swear!" and magic swirled around him signifying his oath.
"I'm sorry for doubting you Heir Black, but it's a bit much." Susan said by way of apology.
Harry capitulated and agreed, "I agree, but my Lady is fierce and stubborn. She needed further correction to accept the point." And he kissed her gently on her head while hugging her. "She has a warrior's heart, and sometimes keeps fighting, when she should capitulate. I understand completely, as I have a similar trait, and love her for it…among many other things." And Hermione grabbed Harry's head and snog's him thoroughly. Susan soon nudged them stopping it, as Professors were getting ready to take official notice.
The next day Harry asked Snape if there was any news. Snape sighed, "It's inconclusive. In blood and semen. The others are safe."
Harry was now very scared. He asked again, "How inconclusive? Is there any chance my semen can poison her?"
Snape apologetically and sadly answers, "I just don't know. I don't think so, but I'm not sure."
Harry assumed the worst, and said lowly "My life has been one disaster after another. If I'm not safe for Hermione, I sure as hell won't be safe for any other witch. I always knew there was no way this world would give me happiness. It has only given me one happy thing…Hermione, and now it's taking that away. Keep that fucker Dumbledore away from me. If he gives me just one of his platitudes, one of us will die this day, and I don't care which. I so swear." And magic swirled around him as he walked away. "I'm done with this shit hole. I'm sorry you wasted a year on me, Master Snape. Goodbye!"
Snape feared this response, damn it! He quickly called "Sweety!"
Sweety appeared saying "Yes Master Snape?"
Snape quickly ordered, "Go find Granger and tell her Harry is leaving the school permanently. She needs to stop him, now! Go now!" Sweety popped away.
Harry grabbed his trunk and was walking down the grand staircase, and out of Hogwarts.
Hermione ran up to him in distress with tears pouring down her face. She grabbed him and yelled "Where are you going? You can't leave me. Don't you do this!"
Harry also with a tear covered face, yelled back "Don't you understand? I can't love you! We can't have children! You need to leave me! I'm poisonous! The basilisk venom is in my blood and semen! I could kill you."
Hermione grabbed onto Harry still crying, and yelled "You don't know that! Snape said it's inconclusive! How can you leave me?"
Harry broke her grip and shoved Hermione away who fell to the floor. With complete fatalism, he replied "I can't take the chance! Do you know what would happen if I hurt you? I have to leave."
Hermione, sobbing got up to her knees and decisively ordered, "MIPSY!" Young master's Hermy Grangy calls, Mipsy?
Hermione with a fanatical gleam in her eyes, screamed "Bring me the broken basilisk fang!" And Mipsy left.
Harry confused as to what Hermione was going to do, "What do you need that for?" he asked.
Hermione glaring at Harry yelled, "I want to see what destroyed my life!" Mipsy then returned with the fang.
Hermione then with a fatalistic look in her eyes, "Thank you Mipsy" and Hermione took the fang from Mipsy, and stabbed it into her arm. She immediately pulled it out and felt a burning go up her arm as she collapsed on the ground.
Harry not believing what he was seeing, "NOOOO! FAWKES!!! Please…FAWKES!!" Harry bent down and cradled Hermione's Head. "How could you do this? You can't die!"
Hermione had given up. She explained with a whisper, "You abandoned me. I would rather die, than live without you. This is better. Now you can find a witch worthy of you. Goodbye…my love…my always." And she fell unconscious, turned grey, and her breathing became labored…and stopped.