Author's Note: This is a sequel to 'Hermione and the Fairy' which is a story I came across during a quiet period on the site when I took the opportunity to explore the archive. Like many readers, I thought it was a great work of sexy fan fiction and a lovely kinky story too. At the end of a story I noticed that there were several requests for a sequel - as there often are with a good one. I wanted one too but as it hasn't appeared for the last three years, I decided to write one myself.

There are some comments in the writers' guide about revising other authors' work, but I don't think there is anything fundamentally wrong with writing a sequel to someone else's story (unless it conflicts with the original author's own). After all this is a new work of fiction. However, if anybody feels strongly that I'm stealing intellectual property (JK Rowling included) or infringing somebody's copyright then I'm sure the story can be taken down (assuming it is published in the first place). I certainly don't want to upset BundleAdjustor, the original author (after all, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery) but the need for a sequel just cried out to me for a number of reasons:

Firstly, it was just a bloody good story. (I suggest you read it; it's not absolutely necessary to understand this sequel but it would explain a few things).

Secondly, while, like many others I was massively disappointed by the final scene of the whole HP franchise on platform nine and three quarters (yes, I have read all the books and seen all the films) it was the final scene and, somehow, I wanted to take the characters back to the 'status quo'.

Thirdly, no offense to Bundle Adjuster, I felt Ron was badly treated. The world needs beta-males; we can't all be Gorean Master. There might have been times when we all wondered why Ron ever ended up in Gryffindor but he was Harry's loyal friend and he did get to sleep with Hermione.

Which brings me to the fourth point. In bonding with her, the fairy Maeth, had unleashed Hermione's repressed sexual nature which it turned out was remarkably kinky. Who wouldn't want to develop this theme ?

Which brings me on to a couple of final comments. Those who have read my other stories (Boot Girl, The Witch, Symbiont) will know that I enjoy the sci-fi/fantasy genre. You may, therefore, guess I had a lot of fun writing this one even if it is a departure from my usual F-f. I quite enjoyed this new angle and it gave me the opportunity to throw in several schoolboy style 'wand' jokes for which I apologise in advance. (I did manage to throw in a little bit of F-f too). While writing this, I did try to keep my tongue firmly in the cheek so, while it's not radically iconoclastic, if you're a HP fanatic and can't stand the idea of a little bit of deviation among your heroes don't read this. (Don't read the original 'Hermione and the Fairy' either). However, at this 'post-Hogwarts' stage in their lives, Ron and Hermione and the others are young twenty-somethings, full of adolescent hormones and needs, trying to figure out the adult world. I wanted the story to reflect this.

The story is in two parts: the first set 6 months after Hermione's encounter with Maeth and the second a further six months later so, if anyone did want to take up the baton and write another sequel, there is still a long way to go before that final scene on platform nine and three quarters...

I hope you enjoy it.


Part 1

'Ngggggg !' Hermione hadn't meant to cry out, in fact she'd tried very hard not to, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. She felt the magic gag expand in response to her lapse as it was designed to do. If she made any more noise it would probably dislocate her jaw again but her orgasm was close, about to break over her like a wave, drenching her body with sexual pleasure and she wasn't sure she had enough self control to keep quiet.

She was in bondage again, hanging by her wrists this time, chained, her arms and legs spread wide, utterly vulnerable, naked, completely helpless and, as usual, she was hugely aroused by being treated like this.

'Sorry, Hermione.' George spoke to her for the first time in an hour and she opened her eyes to see his look of concern, blinking away the sweat that ran in streams across the flushed skin of her face and down her trembling body.

She wanted to mewl around the gag, cry out, this time in frustration. The orgasm was so close.

'Just give me a few moments and I'll get you out of this.'

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew what this meant, knew that when George asked her to give him a few moments he was going out to wank himself silly while she hung in bondage, in frustration.

Why didn't the stupid boy just give her the fucking she so desperately craved ?

She watched him go, hanging helplessly, panting around the gag willing herself to climax and trying very hard not the shout after him.

They had been doing this for about six months now, two or three times a week, when the shop closed, George leading her into the back room, the secret room of 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', the adult part of the wizard's toy shop. They did it, ostensibly, for George to attempt to remove the fairy briedel as it was called, the animated magical creature that had inserted its rings into the lovely young witch's nipples during her encounter with the mischievous fairy, Maeth. Each time George told her he had cracked it, found the spell that would release her, that would free her sensitive little nubs and rid her of the little bell that hung on the golden chain between them. He said he had to tie Hermione up because he knew she was very ticklish and some of the magic he wanted to use was very delicate. He also had to do it because she was a much more accomplished witch than he was a wizard and he didn't want her stupifying him just because he overstimulated her very sensitive nipples; the gag was just another sensible precaution.

At first she agreed because she genuinely thought he might be able to remove the piercing rings and, probably, thought she wanted this to happen. She continued to go with him because she had discovered she actually enjoyed being tied up and gagged and, yes, having her sensitive nipples teased...and yes, they were sensitive, very sensitive now.

Of course, George wasn't the only one who she allowed to tie her up and she really wasn't letting him do it anymore because she wanted the rings out of her nipples but then George wasn't being entirely honest with her either; she was pretty sure, very sure, in fact, that he hadn't tried a new spell in months...

Several minutes later, George returned looking slightly sheepish. He was slightly flushed and avoiding eye contact.

'Sorry about that.' He looked up briefly and tried to smile. 'Now, let's get you out of those chains.'

He lifted his wand and used it to release her gag, drawing it gently out of her mouth.

'Shankshhh.' Hermione moved her aching jaw awkwardly. She always thanked him and wished she had more to thank him for.

Could she just say 'Would you mind fucking me now ? I'm really horny and I'm such a slut that I'll take it any way you want to give it to me.' ?

Probably not.

She watched him tap the cuff around her right wrist and then guide her arm around his shoulder so he could support her before he freed her left wrist and then her ankles. She hung onto him, sliding down his body taking care to brush his other, rather more fleshy wand, smiling to herself as he pulled away trying to cover his arousal.

'Please, take me, now, you big stud.' She almost said it out loud this time.

'Ill get your clothes.' George extracted himself from Hermione's embrace and went to collect the little leather outfit she had been wearing in the shop that day.

He really was such a sweet boy; boy, that was how she thought of him now though he was a couple of years older than her and, when they had been at Hogwarts, she had thought of him as rather a rebellious young man but then there had been that terrible incident with the Deatheaters and the corruption in the Ministry and, her throat caught even thinking about it, the death of his twin brother, Fred. He had changed then, withdrawn slightly and, around her, he seemed to withdraw more becoming nervous, almost shy.

She had thought that when he had found her on returning from his trip six months ago naked and helpless, gagged with her arms strapped into the single sleeve, the rings piercing her nipples it might all have been different. He might have had his way with her then, used her helpless body for his (and her) own pleasure but he had simply freed her and given her clothes, even if they were very slutty and made of PVC.

Then he had concentrated on her nipples, or rather, much to her chagrin, freeing them of the magical piercing rings instead of taking the opportunity that any other wizard would surely have done when faced with a chained, gagged and incredibly horny young witch: i.e. to tease her nipples, play with her breasts and then explore every other part of her naked and utterly helpless body before making full use of every adult toy in his secret room and then shagging her senseless via any or all available orifice.

She had tried to change things, of course, lead him on; the day after he'd first discovered her naked and in bondage she'd returned to the shop wearing the slutty blue PVC outfit he'd given her with its seamed stockings and when that hadn't worked she'd tried an increasing variety of rubber and leather garments each briefer and more figure hugging that the last. She's also tried pressing herself against him at every opportunity squeezing past him behind the counter to reach something just behind him, leaning over him in her low cut tops, bending down in front of him in one of her rediculously short skirts to flash her knickers, in the days that she actually wore any. In fact she'd done everything short of simply saying 'I want you now big boy' but, despite all the hormones raging inside her, it was the one thing she couldn't quite bring herself to do; they had once been friends and while she wouldn't mind them being friends with benefits there was also the fact that she had shagged his brother, Ron.

Ron Weasley needed a piss.

Unfortunately he wasn't sure if he could stand, let alone make it to the gents. He glanced round the bar and felt the room spin as his brain tried to keep up with his eyeballs. There were only a few customers in the dingy tavern, mostly as drunk if not drunker than him and he contemplated pissing where he sat in the hope that nobody would notice and it would be lost among the dark sticky stains of spilt ale and other less savoury fluids coating the floor; but then he caught sight of the goblin barman watching him.

There were nine empty glasses on his table, if he had eaten after work he would probably have been less pissed though, to be fair, if he hadn't spilt most of the sixth pint he would probably be drunker and not have wet trousers.

He had found himself in this situation quite a lot since Hermione left him. It was a wonder he'd kept his job at the ministry.

Taking a deep breath he lurched to his feet, the room spinning alarmingly again. He could try to use magic to steady himself but probably wasn't in any fit state to do that safely and he didn't want to be banned from another drinking establishment. He took a step forward, grinning inanely when he realised he had not fallen over.

'You can do this, Ron.' He tried to mutter under his breath but it clearly came out louder than he had intended; heads turned and a chair scraped.

He looked round to find all eight denizens of the bar looking at him.

'Shit.' He stood for a moment in awkward silence, his face reddening. Perhaps he should just leave and piss in a doorway.

Then, magically, (i.e. by a fortunate coincidence) the door opened and all eyes including Ron's turned to look at the figure entering.

She was a brunette. She ! The Broken Cup wan't the sort of place that had many women customers, unless they were the warty faced, hook-nosed variety that sat on the moor waiting to predict the downfall of passing thanes; the Cup certainly was not a place frequented by women like this. She, the women, witch, presumably to have found this place, was beautiful, strikingly beautiful even factoring in the drunken haze surrounding Ron's addled brain.

Ron's did a double take and nearly fell over but managed to catch hold of the table beside him. He hadn't had a lot of sex lately, none in fact since Hermione, not counting a drunken and rather disastrous fumble at Beltane with a lady goblin from accounts at which he'd mistakenly asked for oral sex (his ability with languages had always been poor and the words for oral and anal were quite similar in the goblin tongue); the encounter had left him with a bleeding cock and an understanding of why there were no half human-half goblin wizards and witches in the world; the episode had also caused his department to be last in the cost improvement league until Easter something which had earned him the disapproval of his colleagues to add to their revulsion. He had, since then, found himself looking at anything in a dress, particularly a tight fitting black dress like the one he was staring at now that displayed beautifully the body therein with its full breasts slim waist and gently curving hips and...Ron did a double take...were those stocking tops he could see ?

And that choker, slim and black and glinting with gemstones wrapped around the pale skin of her throat.

Ron could feel his erection starting.

Despite her five inch heels and the dingy surroundings the witch stood with confidence as she surveyed the room taking in the goblin behind the bar and his patrons including the half giant talking to the ogre in the far corner by the fire who until this point had been holding a remarkably erudite conversation on the rise of magical terrorism in the Middle East and its recent spread into Europe.

Then she looked at Ron and smiled, pointing an elegant finger at him before turning her hand over and beckoning him towards her by curling her finger.

Ron looked round.

Women like this never even looked at him let alone acknowledged him.

They certainly didn't call him over.

Maybe she was a whore.

If only he could afford her.

She beckoned again and Ron looked round again before pointing to himself.

The witch nodded with a slightly pained expression.

'Er...' Ron's voice went up an octave. 'I just have to use the toilet.'

The woman rolled her eyes but gestured for him to run along.

Ron did, stumbling across the bar and down the stairs to the gents where he tried very hard not to piss on his shoes. His bladder was very full and it seemed to take ages for the steaming jet to finally trail off. It was only when the went to wash his hands that he remembered the state of his trousers.

'Fuck !' Ron looked around for some means to dry them but there was only a damp and very grimy hand towel.

He might have been pissed but not enough to ignore the dangers of using magical heat near his cock.

Oh, she'll be gone anyway when I get back.

A few moments later, he was climbing the stairs disconsolately, stumbling only once then lurching back into the bar. Little had changed, the goblin barkeeper was still polishing his glasses with a grimy rag and baring the typically ragged sharp teeth of his race in a way that most in the magical world took to be goblins attempting to imitate a human smile (Ron reflexively put a hand over his cock); the ogre and the half giant were still in the corner by the fire but the woman, she was...

Fuck me !

She was sitting at Ron's table, her long, elegant, stocking clad legs crossed doing that thing with her shoes that women, even witches are supposed to do when they are horny.

Ron straightened up and tried to walk as casually and as straight as he was able.

'Er...' He held the pause slightly too long and the woman looked at him expectantly arching her eyebrow. 'Would...you like a drink ?'

'No thank you.' The woman smiled. 'But if you're done, shall we go ?'

Ron's mouth fell open as the woman stood and took his arm.

'Ooooh, lovely and firm.' She squeezed his biceps. 'I bet you work out.'

Ron didn't know what to say but knew enough to keep his mouth shut.

His biceps weren't the only thing that was firm.

Hermione woke with a start, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

She had been dreaming.

Yes, it was a dream, just a dream; a very sexy dream but...

Then she rolled over and heard the tinkle of the little bell that dangled from the chain between her nipple rings, realised her wrists were cuffed behind her back and remembered it was all very real.

She might have been dreaming but not about that !

Her nipples were tingling madly and she could feel the slickness between her legs that was more than sweat.

Rolling over to look at the clock she heard the nipple bell sound again and silenced it with a spell that was now so familiar she could probably cast if in her sleep, if she could get any decent sleep.

It was only just gone midnight.

Shit !

She forced her eyes shut and rolled over again though knew it wouldn't do her any good, knew any hope of sleep for the night had vanished, at least until she satisfied the urges that seemed, now, to be constantly present in her body. Her nights or, more accurately, the ones she spent alone, were increasingly becoming like this; trials of sexual frustration in which her body conspired to overcome the last vestiges of her self control, bombarding her with unrelenting urges that she had little or no ability to deal with.

As usual in this situation, her pussy was tingling as much as her nipples.

Sleeping with her wrists cuffed had helped at first, helped her to resist the temptation to scratch the itch that built incessantly within her and, after a while, cuffing herself had become a necessary precaution against a tendency to play with herself in her sleep, tease her nipples, pull on the rings that pierced them and rub or pussy with such vigour that she would be sore, sometimes even bleeding when she woke in the morning. Thank goodness she could do magic to heal herself and had a collection of medicinal herbs to make soothing poultices.

She'd later added the ankle cuffs to stop her being able to get out of bed, to free herself easily. The next stage, she supposed, was to chain herself to the bed, perhaps with some sort of magical lock that would only release her in the morning but the thought of this terrified her - for all the wrong reasons.

How had she come to this state ?

It was a question she asked frequently, a question to which, if she was honest, she could easily answer; it was just that she didn't want to answer it.

She needed a drink and not just water to wash away the dry, sour taste of the red wine that coated her mouth and tongue. She'd downed half a bottle of it tonight to help her doze off. Even allowing for this, it had been a fairly reasonable evening; after being teased to near orgasm by George she had come home and wanked herself stupid to relieve the urges, scratch the itch that he had aroused within her; this had allowed her two hours working on her dissertation and then, after the wine she'd managed a whole hour's sleep.

Shaking her hair from her eyes, she sat up feeling the wetness of the sheets, sweat and her juices, cool against the bare skin of her bottom; then, in a practiced move she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, shuffling quickly despite the steel cuffs around her ankles to retrieve the key to her bonds from the kitchen. They were magical cuffs, of course, she could hardly use standard ones which she could easily remove with a spell at any time she chose.

Free of the wrist and ankle cuffs she took a drink of water from the tap, picked up her wand and hurried back into the bedroom where she dragged open her wardrobe doors in search something to wear. She did this mostly out of habit, her mind and body regressing to the days when she was an A* student at Hogwarts, quiet but determined, organised, not the raving nymphomaniac she had become. Keeping her old clothes, her jeans and blouses, her skirts and dresses was another way of avoiding that confrontation with reality.

She saw nothing in the wardrobe she could wear and slammed the doors shut in frustration.

Turning away from her past she scanned the floor, then began to kick her way through the discarded piles of shiny rubber and glossy PVC that lay strewn across her bedroom carpet in a tangle of bodices and bras, discarded stockings, half-laced corsets and thongs.

After a brief search she spotted the little blue PVC dress, the one George had given her, the first of these sorts of garments she had worn, and disentangled it from the rubber peephole bra that was wrapped around one sleeve. She found one of the stockings that went with it easily enough wrapped coincidently around the split crotch rubber knickers that matched the bra but it took several minutes to find the other stocking tied around the bedstead where she had used it to bind the wrists of a rather pretty redheaded witch a few nights previously. This lead her to the knickers, under the bed, still wrapped round the gag she'd forced the girl to wear in the same sexual encounter.

She smiled at the memory of the girl's hot tongue on her pussy and the spell the witch had cast that had made Hermione's nipple chain dance. It was part of the reason she'd gagged the girl, in a desperate effort to stop her passing out as she frequently did these days when brought to orgasm by the briedel.

She liked to maintain a little self control.

The memory energised her and she took up her wand, using magic to lift her clothes up, arranging them in the air in front of her before apparating into them in a spell she'd perfected while she should have been writing her dissertation. She'd perfected apparating out of her clothes some time ago, a time when Hermione Granger needed every moment to devote to her studies. Apparating in could be more dangerous, there was little room for error and she didn't want to end up with the underwire from her bra sticking out of her chest, however, she'd wondered again if it was possible when she'd started dressing in rubber and found it could be quite a chore. It had taken her several weeks to get it right but she'd finally mastered it and used it quite regularly now, particularly when she was trying to get into the heavy rubber corset she liked to wear under her robe when she had a day in college.

It had proved a useful spell when she felt like a spot of bondage too and there was nobody around to tie her up.

Maeth, what have you done to me ?

Dressed now, she sat to do her make up; painting on thick brows and dark eyeliner, blusher and thick lipstick, a far cry from the Hermione who once, in the sixth form at Hogwarts, had blushed when Professer McGonagall had commented on the shade of her lip gloss.

She smiled at her reflection, her tousled hair and slutty make-up, the PVC dress tight across her small breasts, her pierced nipples and the chain between them clearly visible through it. She had a feeling that, as well as making her breasts exquisitely sensitive, the constant stimulation of the magical piercings was also making them larger.

Then she bent to pull on a pair of five inch heels that matched her dress stood, picked up her wand and apparated.

Apparating while over the safe limit of alcohol is illegal in the wizarding world. Hermione was probably just under the limit (assuming she cared) but Ron was way over. Fortunately, the woman was sober and therefore took Ron's hand. From the chill of the dingy backstreet, they appeared in a well furnished bedroom that was clearly part of a swanky apartment with views over the Thames.

With his brain still slightly fuddled, Ron took a few moments to register his surroundings.

'Where are we ?'

'Vertick Alley' The woman's tone was business like.

Built on an old goblin fortress, Vertick Alley was probably the most desirable residence in London. The Minister had an apartment here.

'Cor !' Ron looked out at the gleaming lights of the city, clear in the starlit winter night, his mouth hanging open in a way that had always caused Hermione to push it shut.

'Shall we get down to business ?' The brunette had been holding his hand from the apparation and now released it.

'Er ?' When Ron finally managed to close his mouth but the effort was wasted when he turned to see the woman peeling herself out if her dress before sliding it over her hips. It really had been very tight and, if Ron had been sober enough to notice in the first place, he would have had the satisfaction of realising why there were no visible lines from her underwear.

Yes, they were stockings !

She tossed her wand onto the bed and stood facing him in nothing but the choker, her sheer black stockings, suspenders and very high heels making no effort to conceal her large breasts or the neatly trimmed dark pubic hair.

'Shall we ?' She gestured towards the bed.

'Er...?' Ron made no effort to respond or to do anything other than stare at her breasts.

In fact he was so taken aback that when she took a step towards him, Ron took a step back.

However, when she advanced again Ron managed hold himself together enough to stand his ground but he did lift his hands defensively before realising that this put them right over her nipples.

The woman smiled and pulled his hands onto her breasts.

'Er...' Ron's voice rose again, as did another part of his body.

Only his jaw remained slack; Hermione would have been relocating his jaw from the floor by now.

The witch took hold of Ron's shirt and ripped it open. To his credit he managed to hang onto her breasts.

'Oooops....' The woman put the tip of her finger to her lips. 'How careless of me.'

'Yes.' Ron nodded and took a step back. 'Careless...'

'And rather naughty, don't you think.' The witch raised her eyebrow advancing again.

'Yes.' Ron echoed. 'Naughty...'

'Perhaps you'd better spank me later.'

'Spank...later...yes...' Ron was still holding her by her breasts and whether he realised it or not was squeezing them firmly as he retreated.

The witch pushed him back on to the bed and then mounted him gripping his hands and squeezing them tightly onto her breasts.

'Mmmm...! Good boy.' Her voice was playful. 'I hope that's not just your wand digging into me.'

'No...er...' Ron blushed.

'Let's find out. Shall we.' She picked up her wand.

In a flash Ron's clothes were gone.

To his credit, despite the eight and a bit pints of Old Farting Troll, Ron gave a pretty decent account of himself. The witch was clearly ready for him and the relevant parts of Ron were young and completely responsive so, as she straddled him, his manhood slid easily inside her and, the niceties of social intercourse swept aside, Ron was more than capable of managing the subsequent sexual intercourse. In fact, somewhat emboldened by the alcoholic load and the attentions of this voluptuous and reassuringly mature (if somewhat predatory) witch he gave an impressive performance which, also thanks to the beer was quite sustained despite the brunette's insistence that he continuously play with her large breasts and firm nipples.

They climaxed almost together, Ron's hands still grasping her breasts and then she reminded him of his promise to spank her.

'I really need a firm hand.' She told him slipping off his barely flagging cock and pulling a ball gag from her bedside drawer. 'The wall are quite thick but if I make too much noise you'd better use this.'

'Er, yes.' Ron wondered briefly why Hermione had never asked him to do this but even he wasn't stupid enough to give voice to his thoughts.

Still clad in her stockings, heels and suspenders, the witch lay across his lap. 'There's a pair of handcuffs in there too if you want a bit more control.'

This time, Ron needed no encouragement. He slipped the gag into her mouth, buckled it in place and then reached for the handcuffs. In a couple of moments the witch was helpless, her wrists cuffed to the headboard of bed and, by the way she was squirming on his lap, very excited.

Ron brought his hand down harder than he meant to and the witch squealed. He was about to apologise when the woman gave gagged shout that definitely sounded like 'aaaahhheeeennnn' (again) and, just incase he didn't understand lifted her bottom. '.aaaddddeee..'

'Harder ?'

The woman nodded and Ron struck with a pleasing smack.

This time there was no doubting her response, a gagged cry of pure pleasure.

Thus, for the next ten minutes Ron continued to spank her, bringing his hand down firmly on her bottom until both his hand and her buttocks were red and sore. Finally, just as Ron thought he would have to stop because his hand hurt so much she squirmed off him and rolled onto her back spreading her stockinged legs wide in a gesture even he couldn't fail to interpret.

Before he could stop himself, Ron mounted her, gripping her long black hair firmly and slipped his drooling cock inside her hot, wet pussy and then, as she lay beneath him moaning into her gag and thrashing in pleasure, he proceeded to drive in and out of her sex like piston.

So intense was his assault that he barely noticed her climax (which was intense and prolonged) only stopping when he had pumped every last drop of semen into her hungry, slavering sex.

Then, gasping, he rolled off her fell asleep.

A few doors down from the Broken Cup, Hermione sat at the bar of the Fallen Witch running her finger suggestively down the stem of a cocktail glass as a handsome Japanese wizard in a suit that was slightly too big for him appeared to make heavy weather of trying to pick her up.

She was still horny despite the evidence of her first encounter of the night still dripping from her pussy beneath the PVC dress. The Antiguan wizard that she's picked up first had been playing guitar in the bar next door; he had a lilting accent and dreadlocks and a surprisingly large cock for his size - almost as large, she recalled ruefuly, as Ron's. Unfortunately, though he'd pressed a lot of the right buttons as he took Hermione twice from behind in the alley, he hadn't really been interested in the night of bondage she'd suggested; he hadn't even taken the opportunity of Hermione bending over and lifting her skirt to give her bottom a good slap.

She had managed to cum a couple of times, though and got a free ticket to his next gig.

The Japanese wizard seemed more hopeful; he was clearly in London for a wizarding conference and was clutching the courtesy bag of freebies that had clearly been provided for delegates; with little effort, she had steered the conversation towards shibari and he claimed to be a master. She was hoping it was more than an idle boast.

She leaned forward and moved his hand onto her rubber stockinged leg.

'Why don't you give me a demonstration ?'

'Er...' The wizard looked genuinely surprised and then gave a little yelp as Hermione apparated, taking him along with her, guiding them both to her bedroom.

She watched him looking round in surprise for a moment then bent, flashing her pussy and to pick up a coil of rope which she shoved it into his hands; then she apparated out of her clothes and turned round placing her hands behind her back.

'Make sure it's tight.'

'Hai !'

Hermione felt the rope begin to coil around her wrists and shuddered with anticipation.

Though any sex was good, Maeth's magic and the briedel meant she craved bondage as much as sex and tight bondage was almost enough to make her cum without intimate contact.

It certainly worked when she masterbated.

In terms of tightness she was not to be disappointed and as the rope began to engulf her body, so did her arousal. With her wrists cinched, the rope coiled up to snare her elbows, drawing them tightly together before wrapping around her shoulders, pulling them back even further than the arm bondage required. Hermione was, by now, used to being bound with her elbows touching but this added a greater tension, a greater feeling of helplessness. Then she felt her chest encircled, coils of rope weaving and tightening themselves between her breasts and then around her waist.

The wizard was using magic, manipulating the rope with his wand and, for a moment Hermione hoped that, with the use of magic he night be able to bind her small breasts but the closest he came was to cinch the coils around above and below them so they stuck out. Even so, the rough rope on the taught skin of her constantly sensitive breasts was wonderful and she shuddered with pleasure hoping the ropes would be drawn across her nipples too, perhaps even though the piercing rings.

'Tight enough, I hope.'

'Yes, Sir.' Hermione stood panting, expectant waiting for more rope.

The wizard moved his wand again and loops of rope formed around Hermione's ankles, drawing tight and then snaking up her legs. She briefly recalled her encounter with the Madagascan kissing plants, one of her first forays into submissive sex at the hands of the mischievous fairy, Maeth. This time, however, there would be no escape. The ropes coiled around her thighs and tightened dragging her to her knees and her legs were tied, ankle to thigh, not immobilising her but making movement very difficult. She could still perhaps grovel across the floor on her belly should she wish to; in fact the thought of doing this excited her and would be deliciously stimulating for her nipples as well as the pleasure she would get from the pull of the ropes across her rampantly submissive body.

She wondered how long the wizard might be in town.

Hermione's bondage left free access to her sex, her very wet, hot and now, aching sex that was now itching to have rough rope drawn across it.

She was not disappointed.

He began at the back, a length of rope anchored to the coils around her waist worked its way between her buttocks, forcing itself in, deep and tight before starting to knot itself across her labia; a second length followed and then a third, the strands insinuating themselves into the very depths of her most intimate areas; rubbing, stimulating, teasing.

Hermione was panting hard and beginning to wonder whether this wizard might be happy to keep he his personal bondage slut in his hotel room for the duration of the conference.

He stood before her and produced two thin cords; she knew immediately where they were going and arched her back to push her breasts forward, thrusting her nipples out. He wrapped a cord round each of them, using his hands, not magic, tightening the cords gently before tying them so her nipples throbbed.

'Please, Sir ?' Her voice was breathy, a mixture of arousal and the strain of the bondage.

'May I cum ?' It was something she'd learnt as she'd plunged deeper into the world of bondage and S&M; she said it to flirt with him, to play to his obviously dominant fantasies though for her it was the bondage she enjoyed more than the submission.

She really did want another orgasm and, actually, he he'd prefer a sex slave in his hotel to a bondage slut she was currently willing to oblige.

'I do not think I have finished with you yet.' His English was good but he was not a native speaker and compressed the words into equal sylables. 'But perhaps if you come here and ask my nicely I will permit it. It will also give me time to enjoy the work I have created.

Hermione realised she'd been rather rude to him, perhaps misjudged him; she felt suddenly vulnerable, shuddering; she really did need to come.

'Yes, Sir.' With effort Hermione started to struggle towards him but with her arms so tightly bound and the tension in the ropes knotted around her body and pinning her legs she made little progress. However, the strain of the ropes across her body was delightful and with each wriggle the knots against her sex moved in a way that suggested she might not even need to reach him to have the orgasm she desired.

'You might find it easier on your belly.'

'Yes, Sir.' Hermione wasn't sure this was true but threw herself forwards anyway, gasping as the ropes tightened even more, creaking with the strain, and the bit into her flesh; the pressure of her own weight on her bound breasts and swollen nipples almost sent her over the edge.

But not quite !

Surely he wasn't that skilled.

He was pretty good thought; she might even ask his one's name after a few more sessions.

She began to squirm towards him and, as expected, on her belly she made even less progress, although it was a lot more stimulating.

A lot more stimulating !

Why can't I come ?

She looked up at him.

'A little further.'

'Yes, Sir.' Hermione redoubled her efforts and, consequently, the stimulation she was enjoying.

She saw him take a step back and instantly rose to the challenge, struggling even more frantically.

'This is too easy.' The wizard laughed and snapped his fingers.

All the ropes around Hermione's body tightened, creaking audibly from the strain.

Hermione gasped but continued to squirm forwards though her progress was now even more severely hampered.

'Here, let me help you.'

She felt more ropes sliding through the others that bound her, wondering how it was possible, as her bonds already did a lot more than dimple her flesh. Then her bondage tightened again as he used the newly applied ropes to lift her, lifting her from the floor by her shoulders and knees so she hung in the air, her body curved into a submissive bow.

The strain was intense and she looked at him, pleading, barely able to speak.

Then a length of rope began to wrap around her hair, tightening and pulling her head back before tying itself off on her crotch rope. She hang in the air more helpless than she had ever been.

'Nnnngghhhh !' She so wanted to cum.

'I think it is almost there.' He circled her, surveying his work, her body.

'Please.' Hermione wasn't sure exactly what she was asking for.

He snapped his fingers again.

Everything tightened.

Hermione could barely breath; the ropes round her chest were almost tight enough themselves to prevent it but the strain on her back and legs and arms was immense. The crotch-rope had tightened too.

'Perfect.' The wizard pulled her gently, his finger hooking in the briedel, making her spin slowly.

The bondage was so intense she barely noticed that she hadn't felt the briedel respond to his touch.

She watched the room spin past, her bed, the desk with her dissertation, the wardrobe, the mirror.

Wow !

She had to admit she looked hot.

He pulled on the breidel chain again and she came back to face him.

'You are wondering, no doubt, why you have not climaxed.' He took out his wand and rung the bell hanging from her nipples.

Hermione felt nothing.

Were the cords that tight ?

'The cords around your nipples limit magic.' He smiled. 'The fairy magic cannot enter your body. Without the magic your body knows it is sated. Your mind, however, is a different matter. The pleasure of being bound is very intense for you.'

No shit, Sherlock !

'Please.' Her voice was a breathy whisper, almost a gasp.

'Do not worry. I will remove them shortly and your lovely young body will burst with pleasure but first I wish for a little souvenir.' He produced a small camera, not a magical one but of the sort she'd seen muggles use when they took pictures of themselves and spoke to each other over distances. She knew her parents used them too but she'd never really had the need for one in the magical world.

She knew they shared pictures with them to.

'No !' Her voice had no strength.

He took the picture.

What if her parents saw this !

'Do not worry. It is for my private collection.' He put the phone away and drew his wand, using it to move her so she hung over her bed, spinning slowly. 'The ropes will hold you for another hour then they will dissolve. I tell you this now because when I release you the magic will return to you body and you will not listen to me just as you did not listen to me when we met. It is always the way with the young.'

Then he reached up and released the cords from her nipples.

The return of the fairy magic was as intense as it was sudden. One minute she was enjoying the strictest bondage she had experienced since her sexual liberation, separated for once from the uncontrollable urge to achieve orgasm that filled almost all her waking hours, enjoying it much as she had when Maeth had restrained her for the first time. Then suddenly, the itch was back, stronger than ever, making up for lost time.

Her nipples felt as if they were on fire and she squirmed with an unbearable urge to rub them.

That movement was enough.

The crotch rope...

Hermione climaxed with the intensity that good, strict bondage seemed to bring her these days; an intensity far beyond the apparently satisfying orgasms she had enjoyed before Maeth had transformed her into this slut; she preferred nymphomaniac but it was too long a word for her at the moment.

I really should try to get hold of those cords.

It was her last thought before she gave herself up to the total pleasure that engulfed her body, straining against her bondage, forcing the cords to tighten against her skin, screaming with pleasure...

When Ron fell asleep, the woman rolled her eyes, sighed and used magic to open the cuffs. Then, after removing her gag slipped from her bed. She paused briefly to remove her stockings and then, taking up her wand, stole to the huge mirror that lined one side of the room. 'Open Sesame' she whispered. A panel slid open and she stepped inside. The wardrobe was lined with clothes from little black dresses, of which there were several, through full ball gowns to smart business suits, skirts and blouses; there were shoes too, mostly stilettos but also boots, all with high heels except for a pair of brown leather riding boots though there were a few pairs of pumps too.

At one end of the wardrobe and filling at least a section of it was a rack of fetish clothes that rivaled the collection in George's secret shop and it was towards these that the woman strode, running her hand lingeringly over the rubber skirts and leather bustiers, bodystockings and PVC dresses; there were restraints too: leather cuffs and steel manacles, chains, ropes and reels of bondage tape; gags and harnesses; two straight jackets and at least a dozen armbinders of various description; also, hanging from hooks were a collection of whips and crops, canes and paddles and a variety of nipple clamps many of which glowed in the faint light and were clearly enchanted.

Beside this enviable collection of S&M paraphernalia hung what looked like a birdcage covered with a dark sheet. The woman lifted the sheet and peered into the tiny cage.

A tiny pair of angry gold eyes stared back at her and a moment later a tiny body glowed with magic that made the choker around the woman's neck pulse.

'How was that for you, Maeth ?' The woman spoke quietly to the occupant of the cage.

The gold eyes glared back in silence.

'Oh, come on, he might not be the brightest thing on two legs but he's got a nice firm body and a very big cock and with time he'll be as kinky as me.'

Light began to glow around the eyes and, in a moment a pair of fairy wings fluttered. The occupant of the cage was clearly a fairy clad in the usual fairy attire of tight bodice and short, ragged skirt; however, over this she was also wearing a tiny straight jacket that pinned her arms to her chest; she was also muzzled; her wings were still free and when she fluttered up it was clear that her ankles were chained to a perch in the cage. Her gold eyes continued to glow angrily.

'Oh, come on ! You lot keep telling us, we should be careful what we wish for.' The woman poked a long red shiny fingernail through the bars. 'You've got what you wanted and so have I. You get an endless supply of sex to feed off and I get all the allure of being bonded to bondage fairy to help me seduce whomsoever I want even if I am compelled to be a submissive'. The woman reached up to touch the choker.

'So we both have to stay in bondage, but at least you'll never go hungry.'

The fairy fluttered threateningly towards the bars but was completely helpless inside the magical restraints.

The woman laughed and turned away recovering the cage. It took her only a moment to dress using magic, a sleek black catsuit wrapping around her slim body.

Then, without a second glance at the captive fairy apparated.

'Morning, George.' Hermione entered Weasley's Wizard Wheezes silencing the bell above the door with the same charm she used so regularly for the one dangling from her nipples. She had just apparated into the street in front of the shop.

This morning she was wearing a red rubber bustier and matching knickers, so tight and so sheer that when she bent over George and anyone else watching would be treated to a clear view of the outline of her pussy and when he ogled her breasts he would be able to follow every response of her exquisitely sensitive nipples and every movement of the rings and chain adorning them. She thought the outfit was one of George's favourites; she'd worn the shiny red leather thigh boots he seemed to like too.

It wasn't just George or even herself she dressed for. Since her 'conversion' trade at the shop had grown significantly. It began with a steady stream of adolescent wizards coming in to 'browse' or, more accurately, ogle her breasts or her legs or her bottom or probably all three. Aside from the obvious, this was probably one of the reasons George had asked her to stay. Although it didn't do very much for business at first, as her outfits became more skimpy and outrageous, the customers, many of whom were probably way to old to be buying novelties in a joke shop, hit upon the idea of asking her to climb up to reach something on the highest shelf at the furthest end of the counter so they could look up her extremely short skirts and see her knickers (in the days when she wore them). Once she'd retrieved the item there was a certain obligation to buy it.

Her presence had also done wonders for the other half of George's business, the sale of 'adult' items in the secret room at the back of the shop. There were, it appeared, a large number of very kinky wizards and witches who had a very broad range of needs. The witches, not surprisingly, appreciated the presence of a female shop assistant when trying on some of the more intimate and revealing garments and the fact that Hermione wore samples of the shop's clothing was an encouragement to buy, particularly for their partners. Working here also provided an opportunity for Hermione to meet like-minded, that is to say broad-minded, wizards and witches to satisfy her sexual needs. She had enjoyed more than a few sexual encounters in the fitting rooms and some of these had lead on to other liaisons outside work where there was more time to indulge her passion for bondage. The red-headed witch was a more recent example, though she was unusual in two respects: firstly she was a witch and, generally Hermione went with wizards and, secondly, after some rough and tumble it had become clear she wanted to play the submissive role leaving Hermione to play dom; she had found this surprisingly enjoyable, watching the pretty redhead writhe and squirm; more evidence, should it be required, of the changes that continued to occur in her increasingly lustful body.

It was from one of her clients in the sex shop that she had learned more about the device, or, more accurately, animated mechanical creature that was causing her increasingly wanton behaviour. He was a slightly shifty looking wizard from somewhere America and he had asked her to model the rubber peep-hole bra and knickers that had now become such a regular part of her wardrobe, usually accompanying the heavy rubber corset worn beneath her robes when she was forced to dress more modestly for her days at college. She had been a little reticent at first, partly because the briedel had not gained quite such a hold over her, partly because she was, at that moment trying to balance in a pair of toe boots he had asked her to wear and partly because she wasn't quite sure how to put the bra on with the large rings in her nipples. The man had surprised her by being very understanding and then somewhat gallant in offering to remove her existing leather bustier and replace is the bra using magic. Reluctantly, she had agreed and had, with a flick of his wand had found herself wearing the revealing and extremely sexy lingerie. She stood balancing precariously in the toe boots trying to ignore his intimate inspection of her lovely body and was so busy trying to suppress the submissive pleasure it brought her that she didn't notice his attention had drifted some of the restraints George had on display; she was thus quite surprised to find a harness materialise around her body in the same way the rubber garments had a few moments earlier; before she knew it her wrists were cuffed to her waist and her elbows pulled together behind her by cuffs around her upper arms; a posture collar appeared around her neck and then cuffs on her ankles and thighs; finally a leather panel gag wrapped itself around her face and she had had little choice but to open her mouth and accept the large rubber plug attached to it.

Suddenly helpless and considerably aroused, Hermione stood wobbling on her toe boots wondering what other liberties the customer might take and enjoying the insistent pressure of the harness' crotch strap against her sex while at the same time hoping it wouldn't stop him having his wicked way with her.

Unfortunately, much to her disappointment, rather than take further advantage of her completely helpless state he had taken the opportunity to spend time examining some of the more exotic items on display in the shop.

'You have quite an interesting collection.' He mused. 'Did you a purchase the items yourself.'

Hermione shook her head.

'The young red-headed gentleman outside, I assume.'

Hermione nodded as the man came to stand in front of her.

'And do you know what this is ?' He drew his wand and used it to lift the chain between her nipples.

Hermione nodded. She had done some research but, perhaps, the wizard would tell her more and, gagged, she could hardly explain this to him, even if it did make her feel stupid to admit that she'd had some sort of magical device piercing her nipples for six weeks at that stage and not know everything she'd like to know about it. However, she had been distracted.

The man moved his wand muttering a spell and Hermione gasped as her nipples tingled. They had been sensitive from the moment the rings had pierced them and she assumed it would settle as the bruising healed but it hadn't. If anything, her nipples had become increasingly sensitive, so had her breasts, so that she was constantly reminded of the intimate adornment she was now forced to wear even when she silenced the little bell that hung from the chain.

'I assume you know it's a Fairy Briedel; an enchanted, animated device designed to keep control over unruly slaves.' He slid his wand along the chain and rattled it against the bell.

Hermione's nipples pulsed and she enjoyed a tiny climax that made her sway on her boots.

'But were you aware, they were made for use on muggles ? The wizard or witch who owned them could use magic to...stimulate them when they wanted more...intimate services. I'm not sure I've even come across one attaching itself to a witch.' He grinned and tapped the bell again. 'I imagine it's quite an interesting experience.'

Hermione briefly wished people would stop doing that but then climaxed again and couldn't think of anything very much.

'Attached to you, it presumably has a constant supply of magic to feed from. I imagine the effect is...rather distracting.'

Hermione nodded.

'Good.' The wizard put he wand away and Hermione tried to suppress her disappointment. 'I'll take the harness, and the gag but why don't you keep the rubber gear, it rather suits you.' He winked. 'And perhaps you could wear them when you deliver the restraints for me later...personally.'

Hermione smiled round her gag, nodding her understanding.

'I'm sure your companion will release you when he realises you're missing.' The wizard opened the door to leave but paused on the threshold, turning and drawing his wand again.

'Until later.' As he left he had cast a spell, the nipple bell had jingled and Hermione's world had collapsed into a series of multiple orgasms.

This sort of thing had happened rather a lot since then, both the modeling in the back room and the subsequent liaisons. This morning, her first customer was already waiting for her. He was a rather handsome wizard wearing a bespoke tailored business suit under his robe and she was soon helpfully demonstrating how easy it was to strap a girl to a large bondage cross he was interested in buying. To facilitate the sale she had obligingly stripped naked to give a better idea of how a girl or, if she was lucky, she herself might look when strapped to the cross in the playroom of his penthouse suite or whatever high class apartment he lived in. She had been encouraged of his intentions when, after he had her secured, he had rather taken advantage of her by adding a gag.

'Good morning, Sir.' The brunette was still cuffed to the bed beside him, naked except for the choker. If Ron had been more observant he might have wondered how she had removed her stockings but he wasn't in any fit state for that level of thinking.

'Er...?' Ron sat up suddenly. 'Did...?' The pleasure of the memory faded as it was overwhelmed by the throbbing in his head.

'If Sir would like to release me I will go and prepare him breakfast.'

'Er...? Ron stared at her in a mix of physical pain and indecision. 'Yeah, right.'

He reached down and undid the cuffs.'

'Thank you, Sir.' The brunette climbed elegantly to her feet apparently unconcerned by her near nakedness. Ron watched her with his mouth hanging open. 'The bathroom's through there, Sir, incase you've forgotten.'

'Yeah, thanks.' Ron watched her go, his eyes drawn to the gentle sway of her hips until the movements caused a wave of nausea.

He lay down and closed his eyes for what seemed like only a moment.

'Sir ?' The woman was carrying a tray full of breakfast, sausages, eggs and bacon, toast and butter, a large mug of coffee and a glass of pumpkin juice. 'I thought you might need something to build your strength up after last night.'

She set the tray down and knelt by the bed, spreading her knees and bowing her head.

She still wore only the choker.

Ron sat up to take a better look but then groaned.

'The pumpkin juice has a potion that will help, Sir.'

'Will you stop calling me 'Sir' ?'

'I thought you might enjoy it.' She smiled demurely. 'I can use 'Master' if you prefer.'

'I'm Ron.'

'Yes, Sir, I know.'

Ron paused expectantly but she didn't offer her name he eventually felt compelled to ask.

'Cormorana, Sir, but you can call me 'Slave'.' She smiled saucily. 'Or 'Slut' if you prefer.'

'Cormorana will do.' Ron eyed the breakfast. His head really was throbbing and this women, Cormorana, was clearly pretty good at magic. Perhaps she was good at potions too; the ones Neville made after they went drinking together could cure any hangover.

He lifted the drink and took a sip, the taste bringing back memories of Hogwarts and, even allowing for the traumas of his final year, thoughts of happier times.

Hermione.

Ron glanced at the kneeling woman but she wasn't looking at him, she knelt with her head down and her hands behind her back. She really did have a nice body and those breasts were a lovely handful, a lot bigger than Hermione's little fried eggs.

He put the empty glass down feeling slightly guilty but then the potion started to take effect, washing away not only the throbbing head and slight nausea but any guilt or regret.

Ron started on the breakfast.

'Better ?' Cormorana was still kneeling beside the bed naked save for the choker.

'Much.' Ron put down his coffee and smiled. He really felt much better; much, much better than he could ever remember.

Cormorana reached up and lifted the tray down off his lap.

'Perhaps, I can be of some other service, Sir.' She looked pointedly at his erection where it had sprung up obviously under the sheet.

Ron smiled and lifted the sheet away inviting her in.

'Perhaps Sir would like to restrain me first.'

Ron just managed to stop his jaw falling open.

She picked up on of her stockings and handed it to him before turning and crossing her wrists behind her back.

'You are familiar with binding spells, I assume.'

'Yes.' Ron's voice was slightly hesitant but he had learnt them while training with Harry and Hermione to combat the rise of the Death Eaters. He hadn't used them since though he had hoped that one day he might use them on Hermione.

His wand was lying on the bedside table beside Cormorana's and he reached for it.

'Bindus coilum.' The spell came into his mind easily and the stocking wrapped itself around the kneeling witch's wrists pinning them together.

'Good boy.' There was a huskiness to her voice and when she turned back towards him he could see she was flushed. His cock twitched at the obvious signs of her arousal.

Why hadn't Hermione given him such easy signals to follow ?

Cormorana slid onto the bed beside him, kneeling again, now straddling his legs pushing her breasts forward. Ron reached out and teased one of her nipples, feeling it swell under his touch.

He really did feel very, very good.

Perhaps he was finally over Hermione.

He reached out pulled her forward, pressing his mouth to hers and feeling the warm eager caress of her lips and then her tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

'Forgive me, Sir.' She spoke as she kissed him. 'I can be rather forward.'

'Then perhaps you need a lesson in self-control.' Ron could hardly believe he'd said it. The words had just slipped out.

'Yes, Sir. If I may be so bold, another good spanking would probably do the trick.' She lay across his lap presenting her bottom to him.

'Count for me.' Ron had no idea where that thought had come from though he did recall a fantasy he'd once had about spanking Hermione.

'Yes, Sir.' Ron brought his hand down firmly and the sound of the slap filled the room.

'One !' Cormorana's voice was even deeper now, huskier. 'Sir.'

Ron slapped her again. His hand was still a little sore.

'Two, Sir.'

Ron could see the imprint of his hands superimposed on the bruises marking the pale skin of her bottom.

'Three...'

'Four...'

'Five...'

The pale skin of her bottom was beginning to take the redness it had the night before, matching the flush of her face and chest.

'Six.' There was a slight strain in her voice now.

'That will do.' Ron knew she had had enough.

'Thank you, Sir.'

He rolled her off his lap and pulled her against him enjoying the warmth of her body, the press of her breasts and nipples against his chest. He kissed her again one hand sliding his hand into her thick dark hair while the other caressed her hot buttocks.

'You have a very firm hand, Sir.'

'I do.' It was a statement. Ron pulled her head down directing her mouth to his neck and feeling her lips caress his skin, rough with several day's growth.

He really should shave.

He guided her down further enjoying the touch of her lips to his chest, the sensation as she kissed and licked his nipple hungrily. He brought his free hand up to her breasts, found her nipple and pinched it gentle.

'I have nipple clamps if Sir would like to use them.'

'Later, perhaps.'

'Yes, Sir.'

She needed no direction now, working down his body with her mouth until she was licking and kissing his cock and balls. He kept one hand gently in her hair, propping himself up with the other.

'May I please you, Sir ?'

'You may.'

'Thank you, Sir.' She slipped her mouth over the end of his cock and slid her lips down his shaft in a gesture that almost made him cum.

'Careful !'

'Yeshhh, Shhir.' Her mouth was still round his cock as she spoke and Ron couldn't help pushing himself further in as lust overtook him.

'Shanggg you, Shhir !' She worked her lips over his shaft, taking him deeper inside until he could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of her mouth.

'Good girl.'

'Mmmmmmmm !' She had him deep in her throat and was pumping his shaft with her lips and tongue.

Pleasure coursed through him and his cock twitched but again managed to stop himself cumming; gasping, he felt her relent slightly, allowing him to recover before starting in earnest again.

'Good girl.' His own voice was husky now.

'Mmmmmmmmmmmm !'

He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. He was going to cum in her mouth.

Somehow he knew this would be alright.

He grasped her hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock, forcing it deep into her, hearing her gasp as her chin hit his balls and then in a rush of pleasure he ejaculated down her throat.

'Shanggg ooou, Sir.' She released his cock. 'I'd ask you if I'm allowed to swallow but I already have.' She kissed the tip of his cock very gently. 'Perhaps you could punish me again later.

'Yes.' Ron was still feeling great.

'I hope Sir was satisfied.'

'Yes. You're a very good girl.' Ron stroked her hair, looking down to see an expression of dreamy contentment on her face as she lay with her lips slightly apart and a trail of semen trickling from the side of her mouth.

'Thank you, Sir.'

Hermione bent over to tidy one of the bargain bins by the door.

She knew George was watching and couldn't resist giving him a flash of her red rubber covered pussy and tight bottom.

Since she'd been...like this, she'd been keeping herself in shape. Knowing that if she was going to flaunt herself so brazenly in figure-hugging rubber and PVC she needed to have a body to show off. The magical lifestyle lead itself to lack of physical activity and she wondered sometimes how witches and even wizards for that matter kept themselves in shape. Perhaps, she reasoned, it was genetic.

However, Hermione was muggle born and therefore recoursed to the tactic used by her mother.

She had joined a gym.

Actually the whole thing had been quite enlightening and, for that matter, stimulating. She'd met a number of suitable and surprisingly willing partners there all of whom had very fit, pert bodies and all of whom were, rather naughtily, non-magical.

She'd found that while picking up muggle men was easy with a body like hers it was also surprisingly easy to pick up muggle women too so, while she'd not had more than a dozen encounters with witches she's had rather a lot more with muggle girls. There were several at her gym, about her age and, even without the sexual promiscuity forced on her by the magical piercings they seemed just as randy and just and sexually predatory. When she had discovered this she had, for a moment, almost regretted her magical gift.

Muggles seemed to sleep around way more than wizards and witches !

It was usually the piercings with their little bell that got things moving. Although embarrassed by its presence at first, she couldn't very well hide it, particularly in the showers and, though she constantly silenced it with charms while working out, when she'd finished she was often too exhausted to be bothered.

The bell had thus attracted a good deal of attention in the girl's locker room and she'd only been there about a week when a couple of very fit girls of her own age had taken a significant interest. The first, a redhead with unusually generous breasts and lovely firm thighs, wearing little more than a smile, had flicked the bell as Hermione bent to retrieve her towel from the bench. This had lead to Hermione's first lesbian encounter (with a muggle), which began with the two of them soaping each other's bodies and ended with Hermione on her knees being given a lesson in cunnilingus from a woman who clearly knew its finer points.

Back in the locker room she was toweling herself off when she felt a disapproving slap on her bare behind from the second girl, a tall brunette, who had obviously noted Hermione's rather promiscuous behaviour and clearly thought she needed to be chastised for it; whether this was for the behaviour itself or the fact that the brunette had not been invited to participate, Hermione never found out even though this encounter had lead to the witch finding herself bent something that looked like a vaulting horse the girl had, for some reason, in her bedroom; with her wrists and ankles strapped to its legs by leather cuffs. In this undignified position, Hermione had been spanked with a table tennis bat before being hogtied and given her second lesson in cunnelingas that day.

After that it seemed she could barely complete a workout without some fit body dragging her into the showers, usually by means of her pierced nipples.

Hermione spent her adolescence in the magical community and therefore couldn't be sure if this was normal muggle behaviour or some effect of the briedel. Of course, the touch of a muggle didn't have quite the same effect as that of a wizard or witch and was certainly not as stimulating as the touch of a wand but the briedel did respond to some degree, though she thought this might have been as much from her own arousal as that of her prospective partner.

Such encounters did have their problems and she soon learned the meaning of the abbreviation STD and the muggle slang 'clap'. She also received a number of letters about something called 'contact tracing' though she usually ignored these as most of the time a herbal poultice or potion was enough to stop the burning when she pee'd.

A more positive side effect of her work outs and the sexually fulfilling encounters was to help with her sleep pattern and, much to the reassurance of the old Hermione, to allow her focus on her dissertation. A work out and a few hours intense sex was usually enough to scratch the itch sufficiently for her to be able to sit down and work for a couple of hours uninterrupted and, sometimes, even to get a reasonable night's sleep.

As she had been on the point of choosing a topic for her dissertation when she had encountered Maeth it was, perhaps not surprising she chose 'Magic and Sexual Dominance'. The choice had surprised her supervisor who expected some treatise on complex magical theory but she had thought at the time that, her reading about the briedel might need to be more extensive and that she could pass off some of her nocturnal exploits as field work.

'Er...?' Ron looked around the room hopefully.

'Yes, sir ?' Cormorana was still bound with her stockings, though tied rather more securely than before, lying on her back on the bed, wrists still tied behind her back with her stocking and legs spread wide, held at the ankles with lengths of cord Ron had found under the bed.

After binding her he'd enjoyed himself running his hands and, as he grew more excited his tongue over her helpless body, teasing her nipples as she began to squirm, pant and then squeal as his touch become more intimate. At some point he'd remembered her comment about having nipple clamps - he'd lay awake at night next to Hermione more than a few times dreaming of putting clamps on her little pink nipples - and when she became coy about telling him where to find them, he'd drawn his wand and cast a tickling spell on her feet and then her breasts and then even more intimate parts of her anatomy. Between gasps she had told him where her stash of bondage equipment was and he had found a ball gag as well as the clamps that now pinched her swollen nipples.

Finally, she'd begged him to fuck her; even with the gag her pleas were unmistakable but even then he'd made her squirm under him as he'd teased her mercilessly with the tip of his cock gently stroking her pussy before entering her inch by inch while she'd bucked and mewled trying to force him deeper inside her.

After his earlier climaxes, Ron had managed to hold back for some time, enjoying his dominance over her and so she had cum several times before he had finally shot his load inside her.

Now, lying beside her he had a peculiar desire to go home.

The only problem was that he couldn't remember where he had put his clothes.

He asked her and, when he hadn't understood the reply, removed her gag.

'Sorry, Sir.' She smiled up at him. 'I made them vanish.'

'You...?'

'You didn't seem to object last night.' She smiled coyly. 'We were both in rather a hurry.'

'Even my pants ?'

She grinned. 'You can always wear mine.'

'I...' Ron's mouth dropped open again but then he smiled. 'Yes, I could.'

'Perhaps if Sir untied me I could find something suitable and then we could go out and buy you something.' She rolled partly to the side presenting her bound wrists.

Ron used magic to untie them and then released her ankles enjoying the way she stretched in front of him, particularly fascinated by the way the chain between her clamped nipples swung as she moved; when Cormorana reached up to remove the clamps he stopped her.

'Leave those, I like them.'

'Yes, Sir.' She gave another of her coy smiles then stood and walked to her wardrobe.

'A little more across the shoulders.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' The goblin tailor pulled the jacket in a little tighter and marked the soft grey wool with chalk. 'I'll have the alterations made within the hour.'

'Thirty minutes.' Cormorana informed him.

'Very good, Ma'am' The goblin bowed obsequiously and then snapped his fingers vanishing along with Ron's new suit.

They were in Bundle and Bolt, purveyors of robes and fine tailoring to the discerning wizard and witch in Savile Snicket, a small alley off Savile Row. Ron had been reluctant to go in knowing he couldn't afford a handkerchief here, let alone a bespoke suit but Cormorana had dragged him inside reassuring him that it was her treat and the least she could do for making his old suit disappear.

His next hurdle had been the need to remove the black velvet robe she had leant him to reveal the red satin knickers he was wearing but the goblin attending them had apparently seen this sort of thing before and made no comment as he had proceeded to measure and then fit Ron for his new suit.

'I'm attending a reception at the ministry tonight.' Cormorana informed Ron as he stood naked once again save the red satin knickers. 'I'm sure you won't mind being my date.'

'No...' Ron's resolved almost crumbled at this stage; he worked at the ministry; how could he turn up there with this...woman ?

What if the Minister was there ?

'Good boy.' She smiled and stroked a finger down his chest and Ron felt himself beginning to redden. 'And I'm sure you won't mind removing these before we go.' She parted her robe revealing her bare breasts and clamped nipples. 'It wouldn't do to turn up to the Minister's little soiree looking quite such a bondage slut.'

'No, I mean yes, of course.' Ron felt suddenly flustered. 'I could take them off now.'

'Oh no.' Cormorana smiled and took a step back. 'They're making my nipples throb delightfully. In fact...' She shrugged off her robe letting it fall to the floor. Aside from the choker and the clamps she was wearing only her heels. 'In fact, they're making me feel quite randy.'

Cormorana dropped to her knees. 'Better not use magic in here.' She whispered conspiratorially. 'We might get thrown out.' She slipped her hands behind her back. 'Let's just pretend you've got me all tied up shall we ?'

She crawled forward and pulled Ron's knickers down with her teeth.

Hermione was back on the bondage cross with the ball gag in her mouth. She was, once again naked but, this time, she was in the penthouse apartment of the wizard, Ekirts, to whom she'd just delivered the items. The apartment had a fabulous view across the city taking in the Shard and the Gerkin and St Pauls. It was early evening and the sky was darkening, lights coming on appearing like stars.

She wondered briefly if anyone out there could see her, naked and spread, gagged and helpless; even if they could, the thought didn't particularly worry her.

'I'd like to take a closer look at your briedel.' The handsome dark haired wizard was dressed in an elegant blue robe and evening suit and when Hermione had seen this she was worried he might be planning to do something stupid like take her to dinner rather than tie her up and give her the shagging she craved. However, an hour later, naked and on the cross, the old Hermione wondered if perhaps a little romance might be missing from her life. However, as he put down his wine glass and picked up a jeweler's lens her nipples tingled expectantly and she put aside such childish notions.

'I'm sure you won't mind.' Ekirts put the lens to his eye took up the nipple bell.

Whether Hermione minded or not - and she certainly did not - she was hardly in a position to refuse and felt the familiar pulse in her nipples as he touched the chain. She was already excited, partly with the expectation that had been building through the afternoon, partly because of the bondage he had inflicted on her submissive body and partly as a result of the wine he had made her drink as he held his glass repeatedly to her lips before gagging her.

Hardly the act of a gentleman.

Thank goodness.

However, as he examined the bell of her briedel, turning it in his fingers she could feel the response of magical device to his touch through her nipples and her excitement grew rapidly. By the time he had finished his 'examination', something which involved not only looking at it but using a series of scrying spells and then apparently just pulling it she was panting round her gag and very close to orgasm.

'Beautiful.' The wizard smiled. 'You know they can only be removed by fairy magic I assume ?'

Hermione nodded. Everyone it seemed know about fairy briedels.

Right now, removing it was the last thing on her mind.

Ekirts picked up his wineglass.

'I hope you don't mind, Miss Granger, but I have to pop out for a few hours.' He smiled. 'There is a reception at the ministry which I have to attend.'

Hermione's eyes widened.

Bastard.

'Don't worry.' Ekirts' eyes sparkled mischievously. 'I will ensure you are not bored in my absence.'

He waved his wand and Hermione gasped as a rectal hook forced its way inside her; attaching itself to her hair and pulling her head back; a large ribbed dildo followed; thrusting into her with a fit that seemed almost exact and pushing every button in her very sensitive and wet pussy.

'Are you familiar with the Denius curse Miss Granger ?'

'Nnnnnngggggg !' Hermione shook her head a fraction conscious of the rectal hook moving as she did so. The bondage wasn't nearly as stringent as the shibari she had enjoyed the previous night but it was certainly getting interesting.

'Then allow me to enlighten you.'

He cast the charm and Hermione felt suddenly strange.

The moment past and, turning her head as far as she could she watched the wizard look in the mirror and adjust his blue cape then he turned and hit her with a bolt of magic that brought the dildo and fairy briedel to life.

Hermione gasped and closed her eyes ready for the onslaught of multiple orgasms that were about to engulf her body for the second time that day.

'Good evening, Minister.' Cormorana, now dressed in a very low cut purple dress and matching waist cincher held out her hand.

'Charmed, I'm sure.' The minister lifted the proffered hand to his lips.

'Perhaps you know Mr Weasley.' She gestured to Ron now looking every inch a suitable escort for such a glamourous guest, shaved and showered and wearing his new three piece suit and matching cape.

The minister frowned.

'I expect you know my father, Sir.' Ron extended his hand and the minister shook it squeezing firmly.

'Oh, my goodness.' The minister smiled. 'You must be young Ronald.'

'Yes, Sir.' Ron squeezed back causing the minster to frown again.

'My wife, Gloriana.'

Ron took Gloriana's hand and lifted it to his lips in a mirror of the minister's gallant gesture a moment before. She was probably a few years younger than the minister and strikingly attractive in her sparkling silver dress. Though, Ron estimated, she was a good ten years older than Cormorana he had, in the last twenty four hours acquired a taste for older women and he was sure she blushed as he bowed, kissing her hand and noticing the clips of her suspenders were the only slight anomaly in the sheer and very flattering cut of her dress.

Gloriana smiled and Ron winked.

He really was feeling good about life. The second cup of pumpkin juice Cormorana had given him must have been the same potion that had cured his hangover. He wondered if Neville could reproduce it; he must ask Cormorana what it was.

'So, Mr Weasley.' Gloriana smiled at him and, was that a wink ? 'What do you do for my husband ?'

Cormorana had taken the minister to one side for a private conversation. The fact that she had the ear of the minister began to explain why she could afford the penthouse of Vertick Alley.

At least she wasn't a whore.

'Oh, I'm a small cog in the great ministry wheels.' Ron smiled, his tongue apparently endowed with an ability he had always previously lacked.

Having a woman like Cormorana behind him had certainly given him a new confidence.

'I find that hard to believe.' Gloriana was standing slightly closer than she had been a moment ago; perhaps it was because of the noise in the room.

Ron was sure the minister's wife was looking at his crotch as she spoke.

Under the new suit Ron was still wearing Cormorana's knickers.

He smiled. 'Perhaps I could get you a drink.'

'I would like that very much, Mr Weasley.' Gloriana took his arm and they headed off towards the bar passing a very handsome wizard with dark hair who had just apparated in and was dusting off his elegant blue robe.

'You were a very good boy tonight.' Cormorana dropped her wand onto the table in her hallway. 'I think we’ll have to do something rather special as a reward.'

Ron grinned at her. 'I assume that will involve you getting naked and being tied up.'

'It might do, you naughty boy.' Cormorana reached up and loosened his tie. 'Though it wasn't me that was flirting outrageously with the minister's wife.'

'I wasn't flirting.' Ron felt suddenly flustered. Hermione had accused him of flirting once with a friend of Luna's. The witch had a delicious Gothic vibe and her nipples were clearly pierced. Ron had been looking at her trying to imagine Hermione dressed so sluttishly.

'Perhaps it won't be me enjoying a spanking tonight.' Cormorana reached down and sqeezed his cock and balls.

'Really.' Ron grinned at her. He had enjoyed a good few glasses of champagne at the minister's expense. 'I'm pretty sure I'll be enjoying a spanking alright.'

She went for her wand but Ron was holding his and was quicker.

'Immobilatus.'

Cormorana froze and Ron forced her hands behind her back pulling off his tie as he did so. It took only a moment to bind her hands and then he negated the holding spell.

'Bad boy.' Cormorana seemed angry for a moment, but only for a moment and then she smiled and walked towards him. 'You are a very bad boy.'

She kissed him.

'But how are you going to get me out of these clothes ?'

'Oh, I think I can manage.' Ron grinned. Sometime after his split with Hermione he'd distracted himself learning spells to undress women hoping that one day he might get to use them.

Ron lifted his wand.

'Disrobum vestido.'

Cormorana's dress vanished only to reappear in the air beside her before falling to the floor. She was still wearing the waist cincher and her heels and, of course, her choker.

'Clever boy.' Cormorana was, it seemed a woman only kept underwear for the use of others who had lost theirs. 'So, what happens now ?'

'Now you reveal the rest of your bondage gear and I decide what to use on you.' Ron smiled. 'Unless you'd like me to use my tickling spell.'

'That won't be necessary but if you could bring my dress and hang it up I would appreciate it, Sir.' Cormorana lead him into the bedroom and gestured to the wardrobe. 'Open sesame.'

The door slid open and she lead Ron inside revealing the rows of shoes and dresses she kept there. At the bottom was the section dedicated to bondage and other kinkiness.

'I hope that's not your owl shut away like this.' Ron pointed to the cage covered in the sheet moving to peer underneath.

'No.' Cormorana's response was sharp and Ron stopped. 'I mean please don't look under there, Sir. I did have an owl but I had a rather nasty experience and I got rid of it. It's just...just an empty cage.' She suddenly pressed herself against him rubbing her breasts against his arm and chest. 'Perhaps you'd like to choose something for me to wear.'

Ron looked at the array of PVC, leather and rubber. 'I think you're dressed perfectly.' He winked. 'But you're not nearly well enough restrained.'

He raised his wand and lifted a single sleeve off its hook then slid it up her arms using magic to cinch it tight. A leather body harness followed, magically wrapping itself around her body.

'I hope that's not going to stay there all night.' Her smile was back, broadening as the crotch strap tightened itself.

'That depends on whether you're going to be a good girl.'

'Oh, I'll be very good, Sir.'

'I'm glad to hear it.' Ron pushed a ball gag into her mouth and tightened the straps behind her head and under her chin then he slipped a leather collar around her neck and fastened a leash to the ring on the front before leading her back to the bedroom.

Hermione screamed into her gag when Ekirts returned.

She was now very familiar with the Denius curse and the spell had been brutally effective in its effect of denying the victim orgasm so that despite the magic thrumming through her nipples from the fairy briedel and the dildo vibrating in her dripping pussy she had not enjoyed a single climax.

At first the effect had been quite pleasurable, a reminder of the cords that had been tied to he nipples the previous night providing an opportunity to enjoy all the sensations of arousal in her body without the distraction of orgasms however, it had very quickly become frustrating, the itch she couldn't scratch so that within twenty minutes of being left in the wizards apartment she had been writhing on the cross, bucking and squirming in an effort to push herself over the edge. She had tried shaking her chest violently to make the nipple bell dance and jingle, strained against the rectal hook until her neck ached, and even worked her pelvic muscles until she had nearly wet herself in an effort to make the wonderfully huge dildo inside her push the buttons it seemed perfectly designed to press all the way in.

She had even tried to use magic though, helpless and gagged, it had not been easy.

In the end she had decided that the denius course should be added to the other three unforgivable curses and then she had screamed and begged and cried and cursed the bastard who did this to her before planning suitable and increasingly violent forms of revenge on him, mostly using at least two, if not all three of those other curses, so that if she hadn't been gagged and strapped tightly to the cross when he returned she would probably have done something highly illegal to him ranging from turning him into a turd to using the Cruciatus curse on him.

'uuugggingg ged eee ooown fron ere oouu aashard !' She screamed through her gag at him the moment he apparated into the apartment.

Ekirts smiled.

He was clearly more than a little drunk and she could't know that he had stayed at the reception several hours longer than expected after running into his neighbour, Cormorana and her new lover. The couple had proved surprisingly good company and, despite his desire to get home to the naked and very helpless witch he had left in bondage in his flat, he had been persuaded to have just one more drink and then another.

She watched Ekirts sway slightly on his feet as he tried to summon the spell to release her and rolled her eyes in frustration.

He'd better fucking be up to fucking me fucking senseless the fucking bastard.

It was some time before Ekirts finally ended poor Hermione's torment of denied lust. After lifting the struggling witch from the cross by magic he had held her in the air mostly, it felt, by her pierced nipples, while he packaged in the bondage harness she had worn earlier, wrists cuffed to her waist and elbows pulled behind her; he then added a harness gag and blindfold, boots, nipple clamps and, to her disappointment knickers.

'Dance for me.' He commanded lowering her onto what were clearly ludicrously high heels.

'Bllleeeashhhh, Shhirrr' Hermionne had had enough. 'I neeeeed do cummm.'

'Then dance for me.'

She heard music, deep and dark, erotic; Elvish, perhaps.

The old Hermione Granger did not dance but the new one had been clubbing with some of her muggle lovers and rather enjoyed the way it gave her to opportunity to flaunt her booty in front of a crowd while dressed in her favourite rubber outfits and not feel out of place; besides, the music was as insistent, caressing and teasing her as seductively as any lover's tongue.

Bloody Elves !

She began to sway encouraged by a bolt of magic that stung her bottom but then seemed to tear through her pussy so that, were she not under the denius curse she would have collapsed in orgasm.

She was close though, the spell was clearly weakening.

It was at this point she discovered the nipple clamps were magical; she was to learn later that they were clamps of nipplemonteness that, as she began to dance seductively, writhing in her own dark prison of delicious helplessness, made her little buds swell to at least twice their usual size, something which clearly rang the bell of her briedel which danced along with her, providing it's own percussion to the Eleven melody and, when it touched the nipple clamps sending sparks showering across her now intensely sensitive nipples and breasts.

Please let me cum !

The curse was nearly spent.

The knickers were, of course magical too; pants of pulchritudinous pussy punishment, which reminded her of the chastity belt Maeth had forced her to wear, delivering a mix of pain and pleasure. She soon realised that the more stinging a blow Ekirts landed on her rubber coated bottom by way of encouragement to dance, the more her pussy tingled but any attempt to tease herself by rubbing her legs together or, later, straddling the arm of his sofa or grinding her pubic bone against the floor resulted in painful shocks that lasted as long as she tried to pleasure herself.

She was so nearly there.

Combined with the boots of bootilicious bounty that seemed to caress her legs, particularly her inner thighs and nibble her toes delightfully the more she danced she was soon panting far more from arousal than the exertion of dancing while bound and gagged.

Cursed or not she was going to cum and cum hard.

'Bleashhh, Shiiirrr !'

The curse lifted and the full force of Hermione's magical torments hit her like a bludger.

She stumbled as the first wave of the orgasm broke over her, knocking her to her knees and then tumbling her onto to her side where she rolled and thrashed, straining against her bonds, her mind churning in the unrelenting onslaught of pleasure that washed through her helpless body. Even if she had wanted to, she would not have been able to stem the tide of lust that drenched her, orgasm after orgasm washing through her body as the pleasure drenched at her mind, dragging it down in an undertow of lust until, screaming silently into her gag she lost consciousness.

Around the time Hermione climaxed (for the first time, at least), Ron had removed the crotch strap of Cormorana's harness and now as the helpless young witch was being forced to her feet for the first of several encores that would be required of her that night, Ron was taking Cormorana firmly from behind enjoying the full pleasure of her tight sphincter around his cock.

Cormorana, kneeling with her bottom in the air and her arms restrained tightly in the single sleeve was quietly enjoying the experience too. Since rather mistakenly taking the choker from the pert little witch in the joke shop she had been subject to the whims of the bondage fairy Maeth and, though she was no longer forced into bondage by the tiresome creature having overcome her with a clever bit of magic, they were still bound together and Cormorana was forced to take the submissive role in sexual encounters where she would have previously preferred to be dominant.

However, thanks to the fairy, being tightly restrained and gagged was quite a turn on and, in terms of sexual predelictions, not that far removed from her previous S&M preferences. Her current conquest had a big cock which, with a bit of coaxing, he seemed perfectly capable of using. Also, while he was rogering her rear one of his hands was doing delightful things to her nipples while the other was stroking her clit with enthusiasm if not quite as much skill as she would have liked.

Such thoughtfulness was beyond anything she would have once done when buggering one of her former slaves with a strap on. She had once kept a denius curse in place for three weeks on a particularly recalcitrant slave. Even thinking about his swollen sensitive balls and the desperate look in his face excited her.

Smiling at the memory she thrust herself backwards onto his cock feeling his hand slip a little lower, just to the place she wanted it.

Cormorana purred into her gag, close to orgasm and almost climaxed as she felt Ron cum inside her.

With any luck he'd use her other two orifices too before falling asleep and allowing her to go about her business with a smile on her face.

A big cock and a useful alibi...and not very bright. What a perfect combination !


Part 2

As Ron entered the lobby of Vertick Alley the first thing he noticed was that the girl standing by the lift had hair like Hermione. She was a little taller but then he noticed that she was wearing heels, very high heels; in fact it looked like she was wearing toe boots. It was difficult to see much else as she was wrapped in a long witch's robe that hung to her ankles.

It was late May, six months since he had met Cormorana and in that time life had turned around; he was living in penthouse apartment of the top wizarding real-estate in London with a very attractive witch, getting more sex than he'd ever dreamed of having, most of it very kinky, and, thanks to his brief encounter and, if he was honest, flirtation with the minister's wife he had enjoyed a series of rapid promotions at the ministry so that he had seen his meagre salary quadruple and be augmented by a generous expense account.

Ron tugged his immaculate and bespoke Italian wool waistcoat down to straighten it and swaggered across the airy, marbled space; he was thus feeling pretty good about life and, seeing the witch in her kinky heels, felt his libido rise; he smiled to himself as he walked towards her. She was clearly waiting for the lift but for some reason had forgotten to press the call button. Perhaps she hadn't realised she needed to. Pressing a button to call a lift was a bit of a novelty in the wizarding world where mostly one apparated to where one wanted to be and didn't use a lift at all; however, there were some VIWs (Very Important Wizards) living in Vertick Alley and the protection spells on the building were thus extremely secure meaning visitors, unless arriving with the owner of an apartment were forced to enter the old fashioned way; even Ron had to do this despite having a key to Cormorana's apartment.

Standing rather closer than necessary to the witch, he reached out and pressed the button turning to smile at her in the hope of seeing what she looked like.

'Hermione !'

'Ron ?!'

There was an awkward silence before they both asked 'How are...' and both tailed off.

The lift arrived.

'After you.' Ron gestured gallantly and Hermione stepped into the lift.

She definitely seemed taller.

'You're looking well.' Hermione smiled though meeting him had clearly flustered her; she had a slight blush to her cheeks.

'Oh, I live here.' Ron tried to sound casual and was rewarded by a flash of surprise in Hermione's brown eyes as she looked over his expensive tailored suit and leather shoes.

'Here ?'

'Yes. The penthouse apartment.' Ron used the singular though there were actually four; he smiled at Hermione's discomfort as he pressed the lift button. It was a long time since he'd surprised her. It was a long time since he'd seen her. It was a long time since... 'And you ?' He asked.

'Er, visiting.' Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly more. 'A friend...'

Ron tried to suppress the pang of jealousy that suddenly needled him; the way she had said 'friend' meant only one thing. He forced a smile.

'You seem taller.' Ron couldn't resist it and saw Hermione colour more.

'Heels.' Her voice almost cracked.

'Really.' Ron drew his wand and swept back Hermione's robe.

She was indeed wearing toe boots, black shiny ones that came up to her knees. She was wearing black rubber stockings too, and suspenders, and rubber knickers and a rubber peephole bra.

Hermione's skin turned crimson radiating heat like she was about to burst into flame but Ron barely noticed as most of his blood supply rushed away from his brain to his cock.

'Is that a fairy slave breidel ?' Ron couldn't resist. Without even thinking about it he lifted his wand and ran it along the chain between Hermione's pierced nipples making the bell ring.

'Ron !' It started out as a shocked admonition but, single syllable that it was, ended in a breathy moan. If her skin had not already been that shade of a very ripe tomoato she would have blushed more. As it was, the only outward sign of her response to his touch apart from the faltering in her voice was the swelling of her nipples which was so abrupt Ron couldn't but notice.

Ron grinned from ear to ear.

There were straps across Hermione's shoulders, black leather straps pulled tight and, like he had known about the toe boots, Ron knew what these were. He used his wand to conjure a wind that lifted Hermione's cloak which billowed up revealing her body, her captive body to be precise, in it's full glory.

The mirrored walls of the lift gave him a full three-sixty view.

Hermione's arms were sheathed behind her back in a black rubber single sleeve that was so tight her elbows had to be touching. The restraint and the outfit displayed her body beautifully; she was clearly in great shape and were her breasts bigger or was it just the effect of the single sleeve on her posture ?

There was a time, Ron knew, when Hermione would have expressed her disapproval at being taken advantage of this way, probably stamped her foot and shouted; there was, of a course a time when she wouldn't have ever dressed like this; though Ron had certainly fantasised about it. However, Hermione did nothing other than blush and Ron did nothing but ogle and make a half hearted attempt to conceal his erection. So neither moved or spoke or did anything for several seconds until the lift came to a halt.

Even as the doors of the lift began to open, Ron continued to use magic to hold up Hermione's robe while he gazed at her helpless body and Hermione stood, burning with humiliation and, if Ron had bothered to look, her brown eyes shining with lust.

'Ron ?' She sounded almost reluctant to break the spell.

'Oh, yeah. Sorry.' Reluctantly, but rather chivalrously, Ron let Hermione's cloak down.

'Well, nice to see you again.' Hermione's cheeks were still burning and her voice was very unsteady as she stepped passed him out of the lift.

Ron watched her walk down the hallway, her robe billowing out behind her.

He may have been chivalrous but he hadn't gone as far as refastening her robe.

Was she deliberately swaying her hips like that ?

It was hard to tell with the robe masking her movements.

He was about to turn away when she herself turned round.

'You could have done the clasp of my robe up again.' Her tone was surprisingly playful.

Ron grinned and sent a blast of air down the corridor with his wand making the robe billow up, once again displaying the lush rubber clad body beneath.

Hermione laughed and turned away again, her robe billowing behind her.

Yes, she was definitely swinging her hips.

Cormorana was wearing only a thong when she opened the door to the apartment but, after his encounter with Hermione, Ron found himself less interested than he would normally have been and as she bent, flashing her bottom as she poured him a Scotch before dropping to her knees to serve him then sliding her hands behind her back to show off her breasts and large brown nipples.

Despite her display, Ron couldn't get thoughts of his former lover out of his head.

Why had Hermione never dressed like this for him ?

Why was she doing this sort of thing for someone else ?

Ron felt another stab of jealously.

He was drawn from this thoughts by Cormorana nuzzling between his legs.

'Would Sir like to command his slave ?'

'The single sleeve tonight.' Ron smiled. 'And toe boots...and I want to see you in rubber.'

'Yes, Sir.' Cormorana sounded slightly surprised. Despite his dominance, Ron was rarely that specific. She crawled away on all fours flaunting her sex that was barely concealed by the tiny thong she wore.

'And bring a leash.' Ron shouted after her, I want to take you for a walk later.

'Yes, Sir.' Cormorana turned and smiled at him.

An hour later, Ron emerged from the lift of Vertick Alley. He glanced around the lobby to ensure it was deserted and then gave a gentle tug on the leash he was holding.

Cormorana emerged from the lift wearing a hooded robe that hung to her ankles. Under the robe she was dressed in a black rubber bra and knickers, and thigh high toe boots, she was restrained in a matching single sleeve. She had been rather reluctant to accompany him on a walk in this state but had finally acquiesced to his insistence. To ensure she didn't have second thoughts, Ron had added a head harness to her bondage to that she was blindfolded and gagged with a large rubber ball.

He had also added a butt plug and dildo.

In the lift he had teased her by lifting the robe and telling her how he planned to do this regularly on their walk. He had also told her how sexy she looked which seemed to calm her somewhat.

Leading her quickly across the brightly lit lobby he opened the door and ushered her into the darkness of the street beyond, pulling her close on the leash so it was not obvious.

Ron lead Cormoana up towards the river and she followed obediently walking, it seemed with no difficulty despite the toe boots and the blindfold, let alone the bondage. He wished he could walk her without the cloak, watch her as she was forced to walk so submissively to heel, leashed and helpless clad so provocatively in the black rubber.

Perhaps he could buy her a peephole bra for the next walk.

Then it occurred to him; he could watch her. He recalled a spell he'd learnt to look through clothes. He'd come across it in a pulpy wizarding magazine he'd found in George's bedroom hidden under his mattress.

Ron grinned and drew his wand. They were in a back street so nobody would see.

'Transparis !'

Ron watched as Cormorana's cloak became lighter, shimmered and then gradually appeared to dissolve. The effect was quite stunning, Cormorana's captive body had become clearly visible, swaying delightfully as she walked with slightly straight legs on the ridiculous heels. Although he had seen her like this dozens of times before, seeing her outside, apparently exposed in bondage thrilled him. He lifted his wand and used magic to hold her leash, guiding it to draw her round in a cirlce so he could watch her walk, her rubber clad bottom tight and round, her large breasts swaying, straining against their rubber confines, her nipples clearly outlined, swollen; through the hood he could see her face wrapped in the harness, rendering her blind, silent; she was drooling slightly around the gag.

Far from obstructing his view now, the cloak actually increased the sexiness of Cormorana's plight, flowing around her body as she walked rather like the negligee she sometimes wore for him; the magic seemed to make her body glow slightly, highlighting her captive beauty.

I wonder if anyone can see this or just me ?

Ron looked round quickly, there was a figure at the far end of the street behind him but he couldn't see if they were looking at him.

He had only used the spell once before, on Hermione. She had been studying for her OWLs a few days after celebrating her sixteenth birthday, lying in one of the fields behind Hogwarts; he had crept up on her using a concealment spell and then climbed into a tree. The spell had revealed, briefly, quite a lot about Hermione, particularly her taste in underwear, silky and with a floral pattern, the knickers surprisingly brief, slightly frilled, stretched high over the perfect curve of her bottom and, when she had suddenly rolled over to stretch, her underwired push up bra had delivered what turned out to be a knockout view of her small breasts. Ron had fallen out of the tree, breaking his ankle in the process; fortunately this and his cry had been muffled by the concealment spell.

On reflection he had been lucky not to break other, more important, bits of his anatomy.

That would have been hard to explain to Madam Pomfrey.

Ron opened his eyes, lying very still, listening.

He turned his head very slowly.

Cormorana was gone.

He had left her restrained and gagged after using all three of her orifices to pleasure himself after bringing her back from her walk. After making her robe translucent he had decided that a concealment spell was probably sensible, if for no other reason than he could lead her along from a distance and make her weave her way through the crowds on the south bank. He had been incredibly horny both from watching her and thinking of Hermione.

In fact he'd kept her blindfolded partly so he could fantasize about fucking his former lover.

He'd felt rather guilty about that afterwards.

Then she emerged from the wardrobe.

She was wearing a skin tight black catsuit, a figure barely visible in the dim light of the bedroom.

And she was carrying her wand.

She turned to glance at him and he shut his eyes quickly, feigning the deep breathing of sleep.

He heard her steps, almost silent as she disappeared into the main room of the apartment.

Ron sat up and then stood quickly pulling on a robe and taking up his wand, following her out of the apartment and down the hallway.

Why hadn't she apparated ?

Perhaps she was going down to the lobby to meet someone.

He had been aware of her nocturnal activities for some time, at least he thought he had, but then he would wake and find her still tied or chained to the bed or hogtied and hooded on the floor if he had chosen to punish her.

She walked past the lift, in the direction Hermione had taken.

Towards Ekirt's apartment !

Hermione and Ekirts !

The lucky bastard.

Cormorana stopped outside Ekirts' door. She didn't look round but Ron pressed himself back against the lift doors and then peered out to see Cormorana wave her wand before pushing the door gently open. He sensed magic more than saw it thinking perhaps that Cormorana was silencing alarms or magical wards. He flattened himself once more against the lift doors and when he looked a few moments later she was gone, presumably inside the apartment.

Ron crept down the hallway stopping in front of Ekirts' door. In the dim light of the apartment he could see Cormorana moving round, searching, the tip of her wand glowing.

Not for the first time in his life Ron wished he'd inherited something as useful as an invisibility cloak. He shrugged.

'Camoflaguinate.' He whispered the spell he'd used earlier.

He generlaly hated spells that the caster couldn't seen an effect from but it seemed to have worked with the crowds on the south bank so he felt reasonably safe.

'Silencio !'

He hoped he was now both hidden and quiet.

There was only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath he crept into the room.

Cormorana was lifting a picture from the wall to reveal what was clearly a safe. She seemed so engrossed he wondered if he'd needed the spells at all.

Then he fell over something. Tumbling full length onto the thick carpet right beside Cormorna.

Ron rolled over instinctively, raising his wand ready to defend himself but though Cormorana looked down, directly at him she clearly hadn't seen him; which was probably fortunate as his robe was hanging open and he was lying in the floor totally exposed.

Perhaps he was getting better at magic.

He'd learnt a few tricks from Cormorana and the coaching for 'fast track' talent at the ministry was clearly paying off.

He looked towards his feet to see what he had fallen over.

Not what, but who.

Hermione. It had to be. He was looking at her down the length of his body. She was lying between his spread legs; she was hooded but he would recognise her anywhere.

She was no longer restrained in the single sleeve but she was just as helpless; lying on her side, bondage sleeves strapped to her arms and held in place by a harness across her shoulders; there was a strap pinning her elbows together behind her back and the tips of the sleeves were locked to a chain running down the front for her body from her neck to her ankles. The rubber bra and knickers were gone as were the toe boots but she was still wearing her stockings. The bondage forced her to lie on her side with her knees drawn up and must have been uncomfortable. Whether she had been sleeping or not, when he stumbled over her it had clearly disturbed her and he watched her lift her head and try to move, straining against the restraints, she mewled into the pump gag that, from the bladder hanging outside the hood clearly filled her mouth. He watched as she tried to roll over but was prevented from doing so by a chain that locked her briedel to the leg of the sofa, effectively chaining her in place by her nipples.

Her cry caused Cormorana to look down at her and, perhaps, reassured the witch that the helplessly bound girl was no threat.

Have you been a naughty girl ?

Hermione was surely being punished, an assertion supported by the heavy bruising Ron could see on her bottom when he looked past his rapidly swelling erection.

Have you shaved your pussy ?

Ron sat up and almost slipped his hands between her thighs to find out but a noise behind him reminded him where he was.

Cormorana was closing the safe, a scroll in her hands,

Ron looked back at Hermione, helpless in her bondage, her pussy open, available, unprotected, Ron's for the taking.

Then he looked at Cormorana replacing the picture over the safe.

Shit !

Ron leapt up and ran for the door, his robe streaming behind him. He didn't look back to see if Cormorana had noticed. He sprinted down the hallway hanging on to his wand with one hand and his stiffly erect cock with the other, dived into the apartment and, casting off his robe, threw himself into bed where he lay gasping still clutching both his wands.

A few moments later he heard Cormorana enter the apartment and shut the door.

It was then that he remembered the spells of concealment.

Shit !

Ron waved his wand and placed it quickly on the table beside the bed then lay back feigning sleep.

He heard Cormorana enter the bedroom and cautiously opened one eye, watching her creep to the wardrobe door and open it, then disappear inside.

Ron breathed a very quiet sigh of relief, glad that she did not come straight back to bed where she might notice that his heart was racing and he was sweating profusely.

He waited and some ten minutes later Cormorana emerged from the wardrobe again. She was naked now as she had been when he'd left her restrained, her skin pale making her easily visible in the dim light. Ron watched as she raised her wand, lifting the restraints which had held her. Thinking back, he remembered that after their walk she had asked him not to leave her all night in the single sleeve, augmenting her request with a bout of fellatio while kneeling at his feet in the rubber bra and knickers. After cumming in her mouth he'd gagged her again and removed her clothing before fucking her front and back. He'd thought about leaving her in the sleeve anyway, and making her bondage punishingly tight but had finally relented, leaving her cuffed, harnessed and naked.

Ron realised he was till holding his cock.

Moreover he had been stroking it gently, the image of Hermione in helpless bondage, her pussy his for the taking, filling his thoughts. He was even wondering if he could sneak out and fuck her while Cormorana slept.

Watching Cormorana had done nothing to dampen his arousal.

The witch was busy binding herself, cuffing her ankles and thighs then strapping the bondage harness he'd used on her back into place, tightening the crotch strap; Ron was, sure she smirked; then she pulled the head harness over her head, leaving it loose while she slipped her hands behind her back and used magic to tighten the cuffs. Then, hobbled and restrained she tottered to the bed, sliding in beside him before using magic to pull the duvet over her.

Finally, she tightened the straps of the head harness, gagging and blindfolding herself.

Ron ejaculated though had the presence of mind to cover the tip of his cock so he didn't cum all over her.

'Ron !' Hermione opened the door of her little flat. She was surprised to see her former lover, recalling immediately the details of their last meeting and suddenly finding herself wanting to blush.

'Can I come in ?' He looked slightly awkward but still seemed more confident than she remembered, more the Ron that had discovered her secret bondage and used magic to expose it.

There was very little that made her blush these days but she felt her cheeks colouring.

'Ok.' Hermione stepped back and opened the door. Compared to her last encounter with Ron she was substantially more dressed and considerably less restrained. Even so she felt Ron look at her lasciviously. Something which produced a little shudder of pleasure.

'Thanks.' Ron stepped in his eyes widening with surprise as he took in the piles of fetish clothing strewn across the floor, the discarded underwear, the restraints, gags, the bra hanging from the lampshade with cups that were way too big for her own pert little breasts.

'I was just getting ready to go out.' Hermione was dressed in a red rubber miniskirt and matching bolero jacket that left her cleavage and several inches of her breasts visible between the lapels; while it covered her nipples, just, one side of each of her areoles was clearly visible, as was the chain between her nipples and the bell that hung from it. Her outfit was completed by shiny red leather thigh boots with five inch heels and a matching leather collar.

It was one of her more conservative outfits and she wondered why she'd bothered to lie.

She was actually trying to spend a quiet night in studying.

'Off to see the new boyfriend then ?' Ron spoke conversationally.

Just like him to put his foot right in it.

'He's not a boyfriend.' Hermione shot back.

'Really ?'

'No !' Hermione felt anger rise. 'He's a...I mean...he's my...friend.'

Client was not a word she wanted to use, not with Ron. That really would be admitting it to herself. George used the word sometimes trying to imply that she was...

'Oh.' Ron's brief response showed understanding but no conviction.

She watched him nod.

There was silence for a moment.

'He's a bit...' Ron used the tip of his wand to pick up a pair of lacy knickers that were so fine as to be almost transparent, hesitating as he flicked them towards the empty laundry bin. 'Well, he's a bit older than you, isn't he ?'

Hermione raised herself up in righteous indignation, an image that she knew immediately was shattered by the tinkling of her nipple bell and, of course, her outfit.

'What about that...older woman...I've seen you with ?' She knew as she said it that it was wrong, not the response but the fact she knew about the brunette from Vertick Alley.

'Cormorana ?' Ron smiled realising immediately that she had given herself away.

'Yes, Cormorana !' Hermione remembered why she'd left Ron or, at least one of the reasons, his complete lack of empathy. That was what she told herself anyway.

'How do you know about her ?' Ron tried to look puzzled.

Hermione found herself blushing. 'I saw you with her.'

'Really ?' Ron grinned. 'Where ?'

'Outside your Vertick Alley.'

'What were you doing there ?'

'I was...' She really wanted to kill him and glanced at her wand lying in the bedside table beside a pair of handcuffs and a black rubber ball gag. '...passing.'

'Oh.' It carried the same tone as his previous 'oh'.

They lapsed into silence. A silence in which Hermione continued trying to find the moral high ground.

I'm not a whore. I don't have clients. I...

'How did you meet her ?' She managed to find a suitable distraction.

'In a bar.' Ron used magic to move remove the bra from the lampshade into the laundry basket.

'Will you stop playing with my clothes.'

'Is that one really yours.' Ron was grinning inanely. 'Or does it belong to a 'friend' too ?'.

'It's none of your business.' Hermione's anger flared and she summoned her wand but Ron caught it first.

'How dare you !' Hermione stamped her foot. She wasn't scared, this was Ron, but she was angry.

'You've changed, Hermione...' For a moment his tone softened.

'For the better I'd say.' Hermione glared at him. 'Now, give me my wand.'

'Come and get it.'

'Oh, don't be so childish.'

'Oh, don't be so childish.' Ron aped her voice making her sound weaker than she was. 'If you want your wand come and get it.'

Hermione lunged but Ron was faster, stepping away and dancing across the room as she followed slightly more awkwardly in her heels.

'Give it back to me, Ron.' Hermione was aware her nipple bell was jingling loudly as she moved but was too angry to silence it. Ron simply laughed and used her own wand to make it ring more loudly and Hermione stumbled as the power of the spell travelled to her nipples.

'Stop that.' Hermione's hand went to her breasts.

'Make me !' Ron used his own wand to pull her hand away and then hers to ring the briedel's bell. She gasped, forced to stop by the pleasure that the briedel was causing and, as she did so, felt a spell wrap itself around her other hand.

Slowly her hands were pulled behind her back.

'Ron ! Stop it.' Hermione struggled in vain as a single sleeve lifted itself from the floor and slid over her arms.

'Make me.' Ron grinned.

Hermione could only struggle as the sleeve tightened itself, pulling her arms together, pinning her forearms and her elbows then lacing itself up. The straps wrapped themselves around her shoulders.

'Ron.' The nipple bell continued to chime as she struggled with predictable effect on her nipples. In a few moments she was panting but not with the exertion of her struggles.

Ron came towards her.

The kick was only a token gesture and, predictably resulted in a strap wrapping itself around her ankles and another around her knees pinning her legs together.

'Someone's been practicing.' Despite the indignation of losing her wand and being bound like this she was impressed by his magical skills. She was also feeling incredibly horny. 'Did Cormorana teach you that ?'

'I've picked up a few things on the way.' Ron shrugged. 'Actually, she's why I've come to see you.'

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

'I wanted some...advice.' Ron smiled rather charmingly she thought.

'Really.' Hermione shifted her weight to keep her balance, silencing her nipple bell with a charm but it was enough to distract Ron.

'These come in pairs you know.'

'What ?' Hermione realised another reason she'd left him was his inability to hold a civilised conversation without going off at a tangent. Here she was trussed up like the proverbial Christmas turkey and rather than ravishing her he was talking about magical artifacts.

Hermione blushed.

Did she really want him to ravish her ?

Ron tapped Hermione's bell with the tip of his wand.

'I do wish people would stop doing that.' Hermione found herself blushing even more and panting hard.

'Really ?' Ron did it again, sending a pulse of magic down his wand that caused Hermione's nipples to swell visibly beneath her rubber jacket.

'Yes...no... Stop it !' She couldn't help giggling as her nipples tingled distractingly and her pussy started to join in.

'Pairs !'

'Yes, Ron.' Hermione spoke to him as if he were an idiot. 'One for the right nipple and one for the left.' She gestured by pushing her breasts forward one after the other as she spoke. 'I have worn it for about a year now you know.'

'It's working isn't it.' Ron sent another pulse of magic through the bell and Hermione gasped.

'Will you stop that.' Hermione was feeling very flustered and wondered if Ron's comments were as random as they seemed or whether the sensations in her nipples and the lovely tight bondage were disturbing her concentration.

'They mate with each other.'

'Ron ! What are you gibbering about ?'

'The other sort of fairy briedel. They have one ring; their tail attaches itself to the bell; Ron tapped the bell for emphasis and the ring end...hangs down.' He drew a line down from Hermione's cleavage with his wand.

'Ron !' Hermione felt as if her nipples were about to explode. They must surely be three times their original size but she couldn't help following the tip of her wand, knowing where he must be going with it.

'It attaches itself here.' Ron's wand pulsed again but this time not in contact with the fairy briedel. Hermione swayed dangerously on her spiked heels but Ron caught her.

She was completely helpless, at his mercy; packaged in rubber and tightly bound.

She thought she might faint but Ron held her firmly.

His hands were so strong and, now she looked, he was actually quite handsome and, as for what he'd done to her, teasing and binding her that was utterly unforgivable.

She'd give him a piece of her mind later...

...once he'd fucked her brains out.

The straps around her legs vanished and Ron lowered her surprisingly gently.

His cock was inside her before she hit the floor and by the time she'd wrapped her booted legs round his waist she'd already climaxed once.

'So what did you want to ask me about ?'

Hermione was lying in Ron's arms, still helpless in the single sleeve.

Ron was toying idly with her nipple bell.

'They get very sore you know.'

'What ?'

'My nipples.' Hermione smiled at Ron's response. It was reminiscent of the old Ron. The one she had once loved. A Ron very different to the sexual athlete who had just restrained her and satisfied both her and himself repeatedly by using all three orifices. She could still taste his cum in her mouth.

'They're beautiful.' Ron rolled her over and kissed each of her nipples in turn.

'Ron !' She couldn't help but enjoy the gentleness of his lips on her breasts.

'What ?' Ron looked up.

'You've changed.' Hermione looked into his eyes.

'Is that good or bad ?' Ron's fingers were back on the bell and already her nipples were tingling.

'Mostly good.' Hermione grinned. 'Assuming you've practiced your healing charms.'

'Shall I get my wand ?'

'I thought you were already carrying it.' Hermione could feel his cock stiffening again, pressing against her thigh.

'How old is that joke ?' Ron laughed.

'Oh, I don't know. Perhaps as old as....' Hermione stopped and looked down.

'I know.' Ron sighed but whereas before he had been upset by her reference to Cormorana's age, now he was clearly not.

'Anyway.' Hermione looked at him again. 'What did you want to tell me about her ?'

Ron sighed again as if weighing up what to say or, perhaps, whether to say it at all. For a moment this seemed strange with the intimacy they had just shared, an intimacy that was far more physical than even that time when they held each other in the darkness after the terrible events at the ministry and the final battle with the death eaters.

In that time they had consoled themselves with each other's bodies and shared secrets and dreams but, as the passion became more routine, so their openness had somehow become less easy until she had come to feel she barely knew Ron at all.

She was certainly learning all kinds of things about him now.

She looked at him expectantly.

'Cormorana's a thief.' Ron sounded deflated as he said it.

'Oh, yes.' Hermione couldn't resist a smile. 'I know.'

'What !'

'Ron, you've got to stop saying what all the time. It makes you sound very stupid and if we're...' She stopped.

'You knew she was a thief and you didn't tell me.' Ron hadn't noticed her slip and she was grateful.

'Yes. She broke into the shop one night. We'll, used a portkey actually. I think she was trying to steal a Flubortine Flummoxer. Anyway, I...got rid of her.'

'You confronted her ?' Ron looked surprised. 'She's a pretty scary witch.'

'I'm good at magic too, incase you had forgotten.' Hermione lifted her head. She hadn't missed the significance of Ron's choice of adjectives.

'Yes, I know but...' Ron was clearly impressed. 'How ?'

'Oh, you know.' Hermione shrugged as well as she was able in her bonds trying to sound casual.

'Tell me.' Ron sounded suddenly stern. Commanding.

'Alright.'

So Hermione told him everything; about the secret room at the back of George's joke shop and about Maeth, the bondage fairy and about the Madagascan kissing plants and the Fairy breidel and then how she'd defeated Cormorana or, at least got rid of her while restrained pretty much as she was now. (You really do have to read Hermione and the Fairy by bundleadjuster.)

By the time she'd finished, Ron's jaw was so wide she almost wished she wasn't in bondage so she could shut it.

'So now you know how I know she's a thief and how I become a nymphomaniac. Hermione grinned. 'So, tell me, how do you know she's a thief.'

'Because she broke into your...friend's...apartment and stole something from his safe.'

'How do you know ?'

'I followed her, didn't I.' Ron seemed very proud of herself. 'It was the night we...er...met...in the lift.'

Hermione looked at him suspiciously. 'You followed her into Ekirts' apartment ?'

'Yes. I mean she opened the door and stopped the alarms going off but I followed her in and saw what she did.'

'And she didn't spot you ? You are getting better at magic.' Hermione's face took on a look of concentration. 'So, I wonder why she wants the rosetta scroll ?'

'Rosetta scroll ?'

'It's a document Ekirts brought to help translate something for the minister.' Hermione looked at Ron intently. 'He's a translator...a linguist.'

'A cunning linguist ?' Ron grinned.

'Oh be quiet.' Hermione kissed him.

'So how do you know all this ? Did he just tell you ?'

Hermione grinned. 'When you're tied up and hooded and lying in the corner gagged and blindfolded people tend to forget your can still hear.'

Ron shook his head and grinned.

'He's going to translate the Galbraith codex !'

Ron looked at her blankly and Hermione couldn't help smiling.

'The Galbraith codex ancient magical document written by the Pictish druids in the time of the Roman occupation; it's a treatise on guerilla warfare, ambush and sedition from the fourth century. The minster thinks it might help combat the magical terrorism that's starting in the middle east.'

Hermione managed to stop herself slipping into lecture mode.

'She must be planning to steal the codex too.'

'Isn't it a bit risky stealing the notes to translate something before stealing the something ?' Ron was thinking a lot more clearly than she had expected. 'I mean, won't they just hide the codex away.'

'No.' Hermione shook her head. 'Ekirts has kept it very quiet. She must have known he would. I wonder why ?'

'Diplomatic incident.' Ron looked serious. 'Cause all kinds of repercussions.'

Hermione frowned. 'How do you know that ?'

'I work at the ministry.' Ron looked surprised. 'We deal with this sort of stuff a lot.'

Hermione laughed. 'You can be really clever sometime, Ron.'

Ron blushed and Hermione felt herself doing the same. She looked down at his chest remembering.

'Ron.' Hermione looked up suddenly. 'Did you see anything...er...anyone else, while you in Ekirts' apartment ?'

'Not sure what you mean.' Ron's grin showed he knew exactly whom she meant. 'Though there was this witch in the apartment too. She was just lying there; chained there actually by her nipples, collared; she was wearing bondage sleeves and rubber stockings and not much else I recall. She was hooded, so it was hard to see what she looked like. She had a cute arse though.'

'You seem to have a very good eye for detail.' Hermione tried to put an edge of disapproval on her voice but the final comment made it rather difficult. 'Did this...poor helpless girl...have any other distinguishing features as well as a cute bottom ?'

'Quite nice tits I think.' Ron grinned back. 'Bit small possibly but she did have very sexy pierced nipples.'

'Large breasts aren't everything !' Hermione frowned. 'Anything else.'

'Nice pussy.' Ron was clearly enjoying himself. 'Shaved, I recall.' He looked down meaningfully. He'd spent quite a few hours wanking himself dry over Hermione's newly shaved and very inviting pussy.

'And what do you think this girl was doing there ?' Hermione couldn't believe she was blushing.

'Well, she'd clearly had a pretty kinky time. She'd been enjoying a good spanking judging by the bruises on her bum.'

'It was a caning actually...and she didn't enjoy it.' Hermione remembered it well. She didn't mind being spanked but she'd found the way Ekirts liked to cane her too harsh. 'You should have looked more closely at that very cute bum.'

Right from the start, his punishments had been at the extreme end of what she could take but the caning he'd given her that night and then the beating he'd given her the morning after he found the scroll gone had been even more vicious and she hadn't seen him since.

'So it would seem.' Ron reached round and patted Hermione's bottom.

'What are you going to do ?' Hermione snuggled against him.

'I don't know really.' Ron held her close. 'That's why I came to you.'

'I'd have thought with all those new skills you'd been acquiring you could have worked it out.'

'You're the one who always planned stuff.' Ron laughed at the memories. 'Do you remember that incident with the polyjuice potion where you turned into a cat.'

'Trust you to remember that one.'

'The plan was good though.' Ron gave her a squeeze. 'For a goody two shoes.'

'And how about for...?'

'...submissive bondage slut ? Ron interjected.

'I prefer nymphomaniac actually.' Hermione did her best to sound prim.

'Alright, it was a good plan for a submissive bondage nymphomaniac-slut.'

Hermione glared at him but then grinned.

'Well...'. She snuggled Ron's chest. 'This submissive bondage slut has found recently that she thinks better when she's not distracted by her...urges.'

Ron held her shoulders and looked at her in surprise. 'Hermione, you can't have any urges left, you must have come a dozen times in the last hour.'

'Seventeen times actually.' She corrected him. 'Eighteen if you count the little one I had when sucked my toes.'

'So how can you still be horny ?'

'Have you not been paying attention, Ron. I've been used as a sex toy by a bondage fairy and I'm wearing a fairy briedel. I'm constantly horny.'

'That must be a problem.' Ron was using his sarcastic voice.

'Yes, Ron, it's a problem.' She she spoke seriously but then grinned. 'Not a terrible problem. You remember that joke about sneezing making you orgasm and taking pepper ?'

'Yes, I remember Fred telling me... It's a muggle joke.' Ron paused for a moment remembering his brother.

'Anyway, thanks to Maeth and these rings in my nipples I've had to rethink my life. I don't mind being a horny bondage slu...nymphomaniac but I have to find a few hours in the day to satisfy myself so I can study.'

'You still study.'

'Of course. Not as much as I'd like to but...' Hermione paused. 'Anyway the point is, I'm horny and helpless and you're here and if you...satisfy me, I'll be able to come up with a plan.'

'Really ?' Ron was looking at her in amazement.

'Well, it's worth a try.' Hermione couldn't keep the pleasure out of her voice.

'Ok.' Ron sat up and picked up his wand.

'Where are you going ?'

'Nowhere.' Ron smiled down at her, looking she thought at her pussy. She was glad she had taken time to shave it again that morning. He'd said it was cute. 'Remember that cat-tongue spell ?'

'Yes.' Hermione wished he would keep his mind focussed.

Ron cast the spell on himself and his tongue suddenly lolled out, long and flat and...rough !

Ron bent toward Hermione's pussy and she rolled onto her back spreading her legs.

'Oh, Ron !' She said it more loudly than she'd meant to.

The sensation was exquisite.

'Oh, Ron !' This time it was much louder.

'Mmmmmeeettthhhhh ?' It sounded as if Ron was gagged.

'Oh, Ron, if you're going to do that you are going to have to gag me.' Pleasure surged through Hermione's body.

It was almost a week before Ron found the opportunity to search Cormorana's flat without her being there. She'd actually spent five nights still in the bondage in which he'd left her, at least he thought she had.

They had just enjoyed a bout of sex during which he'd had her spread-eagle on the bed and used the cat-tongue spell on himself again. Following his experience with Hermione, he'd gagged her first; something he had been glad about as she'd made almost as much noise as when he'd tickled her.

Lying awake he had waited patiently for her to free herself from bondage and get up out of bed. Watching her creeping round the bedroom again naked had been quite exciting. She'd gone into the wardrobe and not come out suggesting that she'd apparated.

Cautiously he climbed out of bed casting silencio just in case and then, under cover of the spell crept into the wardrobe. He was familiar with it's layout and guessed where, if anywhere, she'd hide anything secret. He thus crept down to the bondage and fetishwear section.

Hermione had taught him a detect magic spell that was better than any he'd learnt at the ministry and he used it now. There was a flash and a number of kinky objects glowed including several sets of nipple clamps, many of which he knew about anyway and, when he opened a drawer, so did a surprisingly wide collection of dildos which he certainly hadn't known about.

There was also a burst of light from the cage hanging under the sheet.

Wand at the ready, Ron lifted the cover away, cautiously.

The light from the cage was almost dazzling and Ron raised a hand to shield his eyes; then, slowly as he grew accustomed to the light, he began to pick out the features of a fairy.

A helpless fairy in bondage regarding him with shining golden eyes over a leather muzzle.

Ron's mind took a few seconds to make the connection.

Hermione had told him about the choker.

'Are you Maeth ?'

The fairy looked at him intently, presumably, he reasoned, trying to turn the situation to her advantage. How, Cormorana had managed to capture a fairy he couldn't imagine but, even so, it suggested she was a very cunning witch.

Maeth nodded.

'I'm looking for Cor... the witch's secret compartment.'

The fairy flew up making a show of struggling against her tiny leather but clearly very effective straight jacket.

Ron had learnt in care of magical creatures lessons and, for that matter, defense against the dark arts, that there were rules that needed to be followed when dealing with fairies.

'I will get you out of there, but first tell me where the witch keeps the stuff she steals.'

The fairy sat back down and bowed her head looking sullen.

'Look, you'll have to trust me.' Ron tried to be firm. 'Or I can just cover you up again and use magic to find it.' It might take him a while with all the kinky magical gear in here but he would find it in the end.

Maeth looked up, then stood and struggled then bowed her head.

'Alright !' Ron sighed. 'Have it your way.'

He went to drop the cover back over the cage but the fairy stamped her foot so hard the cage shook.

Again she bowed her head.

'There's no point in getting angry.'

Maeth positively screamed into her gag and again bowed her head.

Suddenly Ron was hit by something magical.

Hermione was enjoying 'muggle night'.

She had a particularly fit young blonde from the gym gagged, blindfolded and strapped to her bed and was using a set of magical nipple clamps to tease the helpless girl. The clamps had been given to her by Ekirts, or more accurately, he had left them clipped to her when she'd walked home one morning, as she often did, still in bondage that was triggered to release once she got home. She had, by this method, acquired quite a few toys and a collection of rather punishing heeds.

Unused to magic the blonde was thrashing wildly being driven to orgasms well beyond any she could possibly have experienced in her young if somewhat promiscuous life.

The blonde had attracted Hermione's attention because of her tattoos, many of which were, actual magical runes. Reminded of Luna Lovegood, on whom Hermione had once had a fairly serious crush, she had thought at first that the girl might be a witch too. A few simple comments dispelled the notion but confirmed the girl's rather alternative view on life and left Hermione both amused and curious. A quick flash of the witches body, especially her pierced nipples by casually dropping her towel, had gained her the girls' full attention just as efficiently as any spell and, after a quick grope in the shower, Morgana (almost certainly not her real name) had agreed to go for a drink.

As they left the gym the girl had began to talk about the occult which, Hermione knew, was the muggle interpretation of the magical world. Morgana had clearly read widely though, of course, had no idea what was real, what myth and what was complete gobbledigook. Feeling slightly mischievous, Hermione had lead the girl to the Broken Cup which the muggle would have walked past without noticing had she not been guided in. The Cup had little in the way of standards and, as long as one member of a party carried a wand or used magic in some other way, the goblin owner was inclined to ignore any rules stating that the worlds of muggle and magic should be kept apart if it would earn him a few extra gold pieces.

Hermione had bought the girl a glass of mead, watching with amusement over the rim of her ale mug as the girl had looked wide eyed at the dingy establishment and its denizens including the goblin barkeep and the half-giant and ogre discussing middle eastern politics, the rise of magical terrorism and the influx of migrant magical labourers to the inner planes affecting the employment prospects of the demons, pixies and sprites who normally dwelt there.

After a third glass of rather strong mead and a chance to recover from the shock of learning that all her wild fantasies (the occult ones at least) were true, Morgana had began to talk more freely of her belief in magic particularly confessing to a fantasy based on a childhood story in which a young maiden was taken to the fairy world to be, to all intents and purposes, a sex slave. In the story, the girl's nipples and sex had been pierced by her captors whom she referred to as fairies but, Hermione knew, were probably elves.

Hermoine's briedel had thus easily piqued her interest.

With Morgana drunk and very excited, it hadn't taken much effort on Hermione's part to convince her to come with her for 'further adventures', by which she meant some proper sex though with the blonde almost throwing herself at a vampyr who was just coming into the bar as they were leaving Hermione was nearly disappointed even if Morgana had nearly ended up with most of her desires fulfilled.

Once back at Hermione's flat, it was clear Morgana was going to be on the bottom and Hermione had thus wasted little time strapping the girl to her bed before blindfolding and gagging her so that, at the very least, the girl wouldn't be able to see Hermione using her wand to stimulate the nipple clamps in much the way everyone seemed to use the briedel to stimulate Hermione's nipples.

Working down Morgana's lithe body with it's very tight belly and writhing hips, the tip of the witch's wand had just reached the girl's neatly waxed sex when Hermione recalled Ron's cat-tongue spell.

That really would give the muggle girl and experience to remember.

Calling the spell to mind, Hermione lifted the tip of her wand, looking up at the girl's face as she did so.

It was only then she realised that the blindfold had slipped and Morgana was watching her with an almost comically startled expression.

Hermione reddened and quickly lowered the wand but is was too late.

'Look, I can explain.' Hermione realised she was going to have to extract the girl's memory. 'Oh, why bother...'

Hermione lifted her wand and put out her tongue.

Morgana's eyes widened even further as Hermione's tongue grew, lolling out of her mouth.

With slightly awkward grin, Hermione bent to lap at the blonde's sex.

Morgana went wild at the first touch, bucking so violently she almost lifted her entire body off the bed and Hermione feared the bed would break; it certainly creaked loudly, perhaps weakened by the rather unusually stresses that had been put on it over ther previous year. A few moments later, her nipples still no doubt throbbing from the magical clamps Morgana climaxed forcefully.

It was at that moment Hermione heard the unmistakable pop of an apparation.

Reflexively, she grabbed her wand and turned round to see who had appeared.

'Woooonnn !' Hermione's feline tongue was not really adapted to using the letter 'R'.

Ron grinned at her.

Then he looked past her at the blonde on the bed.

'Sorry if I'm interrupting.' Ron's grin broadened.

'Oooth ahhh yoooou doooin 'ere ?' Hermione face was crimson and, Ron noticed, covered in the juices of her blonde lover.

'I'm...' Ron was trying not to laugh. 'Look, if you want to finish off, I'll just sit in the corner and...er...wait.'

'Wooonnnn !!!' Hermione's blush increased even further though something told Ron this might be anger. She was pointing to her tongue.

'Oh.' Ron understood. 'Ok.' He raised his wand and reversed the cat-tongue spell.

'Thank you !' Hermione's voice was controlled for a moment but then she gave full vent to her fury. 'How dare you apparate into my apartment ! Especially when I'm....' Her voice trailed off. 'Anyway, it's very rude.'

'Yeah, sorry.' Ron paused. 'Look, I know where Cormorana's going...gone. We have to follow her.'

'Now ?' Hermione seemed incredulous. 'Can't you see I'm...entertaining.'

'Yeah.' Ron was still grinning but was beginning to regain some self control. He looked at the blonde who was half lying, half sitting on the bed, still restrained and gagged, her eyes nearly popping out of her face. 'Do you think we should...er...talk somewhere private ?'

Hermione glanced back at Morgana. 'No, it's alright, she's a muggle.'

Ron's expression soured. 'Ugh ! You're...'

'Some of us are less prejudiced than others.' Hermione's expression showed she had clearly regained the moral high ground, even if she had been caught in a naked lesbian bondage romp which involved giving magically augmented cunnilingus to a muggle.

What would Dumbledore have said ?

'But...' Ron was still anxious about the girl looking at him.

'If it makes you feel any better...' Hermione turned and used magic to replace Morgana's slipped blindfold and then to tighten the girl's bonds so her lovely body was stretched tightly across the bed.

Ron shook his head in disbelief. 'She's gone to the Minister's house. I found the plans to it along with Ekirts' scroll.'

'Well done.' Hermione smiled and Ron felt surprisingly pleased with himself.

'Did you use the spell I taught you ?'

'Yes...' Ron felt slightly sheepish. 'I found your fairy friend too.'

'Maeth ?'

'Yes.' Ron didn't mention how the fairy had mesmerised him even though she was in bondage and had made him release her in exchange telling him the plans and the scroll were hidden in the bottom of her cage.

'But how will Cormarana get into the minister's house ?'

'She must have taken something when we went to dinner there last week and used it as a portkey.'

'But surely the codex isn't at the minster's house ?'

'That's diplomacy for you.' Ron grinned as Hermoine's eyes widened. 'Ekirts can't very well go to the ministry...If it got out that a Scandinavian alliance wizard was looking at secret documents in London...'

If it got out, his new department would have a shit load of clearing up to do though probably not as much as if some magical terrorist organisation got hold of the Galbraith codex.

'So she wants to steal the codex and sell it along with the translation scroll...' Hermione interrupted. 'We must...Wait a minute...When you went to dinner last night ? You...went to dinner at the minister's ?'

'Yeah.' Ron tried to sound casual.

'Do you dine with the minister often ?'

'About once a week. His wife seems to have taken a bit of a shine to me.' Ron was surprised to feel himself blush.

'But...' Hermione seemed lost for words but then pulled herself together. 'We have to stop her.'

'Yes.' Ron nodded for emphasis as Hermione pulled on her robe.

'But how ?' Hermione looked up at him. 'We need to follow her into the minister's house and to do that we'd need something of Cormorana's or the minister's. I don't suppose you picked up anything useful while you were dining with the minister.'

Ron shook his head but then looked at her. 'But I am wearing Cormorana's knickers.'

'Quick, give them to me.' Hermione's response wasn't the one he'd expected.

'But then I won't be wearing any...' Ron had come out in quite a rush, pausing only to pull on Cormorana's knickers under his robe.

'Oh, Ron, you're such a prude.' Hermione waved her wand and Ron's robe swung open. 'Anyway, you can wear mine.'

With a flick of the wrist Ron's (Cormorana's) knickers appeared in Hermione's hand and with second flick, Ron found himself wearing a pair of Hermione's.

Pink ones.

He grinned to himself. Hermione appeared to have become more of a thong girl.

He was till enjoying the sensation when Hermione took his hand and apparated taking him with her.

Hermione and Ron appeared in the minister's sitting room just as Cormorana was opening the door to the minister's safe.

The witch turned in surprise but reacted quickly.

'Expeliarmus !' Cormorana disarmed Hermione and a moment later hurled something at her.

Ron had seen this sort of thing before, a magical device that subdued its victim putting him or her into bondage.

Hermione had seen it too. Last time Maeth had thrown it at Cormorana and a moment later, struggling with it, the witch had stepped on the portkey she had dropped and vanished.

And, once again, this device was Comorana's undoing although on this occasion for a rather different reason.

In the split second Cormorana threw the device, she recognised Hermione as the witch from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

And, in that moment, Ron disarmed her.

Binding her was easy. He had done it numerous times.

It didn't even occur to him not to bother to strip her first then he hit her with a 'Bindus coilum.'

In a moment the belt from his robe had wrapped itself round Cormorana's wrists and tied them securely behind her back. Then he used magic to pin her ankles and then, as she fell over, he rolled her up in one of the minister's rugs sealing it with a magical locking spell.

It was at that moment that the minister appeared.

'What the blazes...' The minster was in his night robe but brandishing his wand confidently. 'Ronald...?' He looked at Ron.

'Sorry for the interruption, Sir.' Ron put on his best ministry voice. 'But she's about to steal the Galbraith Codex and...if you ask Professor Ekirts you'll find she's already stolen rosetta scroll to translate it.'

'The codex...' The minister glared at him. 'How the devil did you know about that ?'

Ron looked slightly sheepish. 'I just did, Sir. It's important to keep abreast of things when you work at the ministry.'

'Cormorana ?' The minister looked down at the helpless witch; the rug was, in fact, rather shorter than would have been ideal and Comrorana's head was visible out of the top of the rolled rug and her sex and legs stuck out the other end.

'He's lying minister.' Cormorana looked up clearly flustered but trying to regain control. 'It was him trying to steel the scroll. I followed him here to stop him.'

The minister looked slightly more skeptical than he did after Ron had told him his side of the story.

'Er, Minister...' It was Hermione. She was kneeling in the floor, helpless in bondage; she knelt with her legs spread, doubled forward so that her shoulders were also on the floor and her arms tightly restrained below her body, wrists between her ankles. The net effect of the bondage was to hold her with her bottom in the air and, as during her struggles, her robe had been thrown up over her head the position displayed her sex and anus to all the world while concealing her head.

The minister looked at the helpless witch - the semi-naked Hermione.

'Er, Miss Granger, Sir.' Ron kept his ministry voice going. 'She was...helping me.'

'Really ?' The minster raised an eyebrow.

'What's going on, Cuthbert ?'

All eyes turned as a third, seminaked and restrained witch entered the room.

Gloriana was dressed in a baby doll nighty and some lacy knickers. Her hands were strapped behind her back in a single sleeve and there was a leather collar round her neck. She tottered along on five inch white stiletto heels. There was a large white ball gag hanging around her neck.

She stopped and looked around.

'Ron ?' Gloriana looked at him first and it was only then that he reaslised his robe was hanging open exposing Hermione's knickers which were barely constraining his huge erection though, which of the three helpless women it was responding to was unclear.

'Lady Clamdrake.' Ron tried to pull his robe closed but it resolutely refused to stay there without his belt.

He had a quiet thought that it might actually be Gloriana his cock was responding to but then he looked at Hermione's gaping sex and tight bottom and felt his cock twitch.

It took a rememberall to resolve the issue. Ron's memory clearly showed Cormorana's visit to Ekirts' apartment and her stealing from his safe. It also showed, in rather graphic detail, Hermione's plight on that night and this earned him a look of disapproval from Gloriana who, whether by oversight or design had not been freed from her bondage even while the ministry investigators were exploring Ron's memory. She had thus continued to trip around in her heels with her arms restrained and her rather gorgeous breasts clearly on display beneath the gauzy material of her nightie bending over rather more than was necessary in front of Ron as he did his best to tell his story.

Hermione had stayed restrained too. Largely because the key to the bondage device was back in Commorana's apartment. Her memory tallied with Ron's of the events at the minister's house.

It was, however, nearly dawn when everything was sorted out. Cormorana was about to be lead away. Ron looked at her, now restrained in anti-magic cuffs and, noticeably still naked aside from her choker. She really did have a glorious body.

He looked at her questioningly. 'Why me ?'

Cormorana looked down and raised an eyebrow. 'Lovely big cock !' She smiled. 'Great sex and, until now, a great alibi !' She planted a kiss on his cheek and Ron stepped back.

Beside him, still completely helpless and now completely naked too, he heard Hermione growl.

'Just a minute.' Ron reached up and pulled the choker from around Cormorana's neck. 'I doubt this will be much use to you in Azkaban.'

The minders from the ministry vanished taking Cormorana with them.

'Are you sure you won't stay to breakfast, Ron.' Gloriana was bending over in front of him again, flashing her cleavage this time.

Ron looked down at Hermione who scowled.

'No, I think we'd better go.' Ron stood, doing his best to hold his robe shut. 'I need to find the keys to Hermione's bondage.'

'As you wish.' Gloriana turned and winked at her husband. 'I suppose, Cuthbert, that means I'll have to go and take the rest of my punishment for being such naughty girl yesterday.'

Cuthbert Clamdrake smiled and slapped his wife's bottom then turned to Ron. 'Good night, Weasley.'

'Good night, Sir.' Ron bent down and touched Hermione's very exposed bottom.

Then he apparated taking the helpless witch with him.

It took Ron several hours to find the release to Hermione's bondage, something he only managed with the help of Maeth who appeared part way through the morning. It turned out that she had been watching him, wondering if he might put the choker on himself. When he didn't she popped into view then buzzed round his head until he threatened to stupify her.

Eventually, after a shower and with Maeth sitting in the pocket of his robe he was about to apparate back to Hermione's flat when there was a knock at the door.

Ron opened it to find Ekirts standing in the hall.

Th wizard proceeded to thank Ron for his work and to enquire after Hermione. When Ron told her where she was Ekirts smiled and asked to accompany him so that he could thank Hermione for her part in recovering the scroll.

Ekirts and Ron (and Maeth) popped into existence directly behind the unfortunate witch, still forced to kneel with her bottom in the air and her pussy blatantly one display.

They had stopped off at the Broken Cup for a brief drink before Ron had finally forced himself to return to Hermione.

Perhaps, while she was helpless like this and he held the key to her bondage, it was like them being back together.

'About bloody time, Ron.'

'Hermione.' It was Ekirts who spoke.

'I do wish people would stop apparating into my apartment uninvited.' Hermione could do nothing but kneel, undignified and exposed.

'Shit !' It was Ron who spoke this time. 'The muggle.'

Morgana was still lying spreadagle on Hermione's bed. The blonde had once again managed to dislodge the blindfold but was till helpless and tightly gagged.

She had clearly been sleeping but the appearance of the two wizards had disturbed her.

'You two really are kinky.' Ekirts grinned. 'Threesomes with muggles.'

'She told Hermione she wanted to be taken by elves and kept as a sex slave.' Ron drew his wand and stood over the helpless blonde who looked up at him with wide, blue and surprisingly adoring eyes.

'I'm not sure that happens much anymore.' Ekirts laughed. 'Though I might be able to offer something similar. Unless you plan to wipe her memory and throw her out into the street.'

The girl shook her head.

'Interesting.' Ekirts stood opposite Ron looking down at the helpless girl lying between them. He drew his wand and ran it over the girl's skin tracing the tattoos. 'I think she might have been with a wizard before. Perhaps one with a sense of humour.'

The girl looked up at him.

'There are wizards you know, who are rather fond of picking up muggles, having all sorts of fun with them and then dumping them somewhere with no memories.'

'Look, it is rather uncomfortable down here.' Hermione interjected. 'Not to say undignified.'

'Silence.' Ekirts looked at her sternly.

'Yes, Sir.' Hermione's response was automatic but she didn't try to take it back.

Morgana looked up at Ekirts in admiration and, as far as a gagged, helpless blonde strapped spreadeagle to a bed with clamps on her nipples can, tried to look even more alluring.

'Submissive.' It was a statement but the girl nodded slightly dreamily.

Ekirts smiled.

'Then I think we can come to some arrangement.' He reached into his pocket and took out a little coil of chain.

It was another fairy briedel.

Ekirts looked down at the girl. 'You wish to be the human slave of a magical people ?'

Morgana nodded.

'You are quite sure ? There is no going back.'

Morgana nodded again.

'Excellent.' Ekirts reached down and removed the magical nipple clamps.

The girl screamed into her gag.

Ekirts smiled and dropped the briedel onto the girl's belly where it reared up.

This was a full briedel, one with three rings.

The girl looked at it with a mix of fear and anticipation but the little magical device simply rested on her belly.

Ekirts ran his wand down the girls' body.

'I don't suppose you have any idea what these runes on your body mean.'

Still watching the briedel, the girl shook her head.

'They are spells, some of them quite terrible.' Ekirts traced one. 'This one, for example is the cruciatus curse, and this the deadly avada kedavra. Your former lover had quite a sense of humour. This on the other hand...' Ekirts ran the tip of his wand over the runes on the girl's left breast, '...this is a spell to give pleasure and this...', He touched the other breast, 'is the denuis spell which will leave your horny as hell but completely unable to satisfy your urge.'

Ekirts smiled, clearly enjoying himself. 'Hermione will, I'm sure, testify to it's ability to torment, particularly for a girl kept in a fairy briedel.' He touched the device with his wand.

The briedel was clearly becoming more active, probably as a result of Morgana's arousal which was building as her fantasies all seemed to be coming true.

'So, what will it be ?' Ekirts traced his wand over the blonde's breasts. 'Eroticano or denius ?'

The girl followed the tip of his wand with her eyes. Clearly indicating which she desired.

'It can't all be pleasure though.' Ekirts became serious. 'You do understand ?'

Morgana nodded.

'Eroticano !' Ekirts wand pulsed and Morgana began to writhe in pleasure.

The briedel responded too, rearing up, its three rings opening like hungry mouths, dancing to the rhythm of Morgana's pulsing pleasure; then, as she whimpered, the chains began to spread across her body, one to each nipples and on towards her clitoris.

Once again exposed to the pleasures of magic, Morgana's body was soon on the point of orgasm and this is when the briedel strike, it's piercings pushing the helpless blonde over the edge into a state of sexual bliss.

'Look, I really don't want to be a nuisance.' Hermione had been watching the whole process from the floor. 'But it really is quite uncomfortable down here and I really need to pee.'

Ron looked at her. His cock was so stiff he would quite happily plunge it into either of Hermione's clearly accessible orifices even with Ekirts watching. He might even risk her mouth even if, at this moment, it was quite likely she would bite him.

'Silence.' Ron knew he wouldn't get the same response as Ekirts so when Hermione glared at him sullenly he used magic to gag her feeling his cock twitch inside Hermione's thong as the helpless witch's eyes seemed to bulge.

'Are you ready, my dear ?' Ekirts reached down very gently and stroked his finger along the girl's belly.

Still recovering from her orgasm, Morgana sighed contentedly and nodded.

'Oh, I nearly forgot.' Ekirts reached into his pocket and produced a short length of chain with a single ring on it. 'I'm sure you have more need of this than me.'

He tossed it over to Ron who held it up, a short gold chain like one of the three now piercing Morgana so intimately, like the two linking Hermione's nipples.

Ron grinned and looked at Hermione trying to work out what she was thinking.

'Ron...Hermione.' Ekirts looked at them both and nodded then, with a pop he apparated taking Morgana with him.

'Mmmmmmpphhhhh.' Hermione voiced her disapproval as best she could but there was nothing she could do as Ron slipped his cock into her tight sphincter.

Ron sighed contentedly driven with a desire he could barely control; his poor cock had been straining against Hermione's thong for most of the night, goaded by Hermione's presence and her helplessness and not helped at all by Gloriana's blatant flirtation and finally Ekirts' teasing of the helpless blonde who, muggle or not, had a great body.

He envied Ekirts. Why couldn't he have a sex slave ?

He pushed himself deep inside hearing Hermione groan again into her gag.

He was very close to orgasm...

...but Hermione beat him to it.

Ron's jaw dropped so far that if Hermione had been able to see it she would have found some way to close it even if she was lost in a thumping orgasm brought on by Ron shoving his big cock into her arse.

Ron thrust himself hard inside her feeling her grip him, squeeze him with her sphincter and then spurted so hard he was sure that if she had not been gagged his cum would have dribbled out of her mouth.

'Mmmmppphhhh.' Hermione was whimpering and Ron found himself bent over her, arms around her body, his still stiff cock jammed in her tight bottom.

He could hear the tinkling of fairy bells.

Fuck me !

Surely he hadn't fucked himself to death.

'Mmmmphhhh !' She was more insistent this time.

'What ?'

She pushed herself back against him, pushed herself further onto his cock if that were possible.

Reaching underneath her, he felt the briedel, warm to touch, moving, writhing between Hermione's nipples.

No wonder the witch was squirming so much.

His hand brushed one of her nipples and she jumped, gasping around her gag.

He was still holding the other part of the fairy briedel that Ekirts had given him. That was warm too and starting to move. He held it up, watching as it curled in his hand and reared up its ring opening like a mouth.

'Hermione ?'

'Mmmmmm...' Her moans had progressed from needy to dreamy.

'The briedel...the other part...'

'Mmmmm...' Was it an agreement or was she just distracted.

She pushed herself back against him making his balls swing.

What she thought about the other part of the briedel was unclear.

What she wanted was very clear.

Ron thrust into her again and she pushed back moaning with pleasure.

Ron grinned and tipped his half of the briedel onto Hermione's back, watching it as he and Hermione thrust rhythmically together; he saw it curl again, rearing up and then slide over her buttock, brushing Ron's balls as it slipped between Hermione's legs.

Ron wasn't even sure if Hermione knew what was happening, she was thrusting against him, moaning into her gag, squeezing his cock rhythmically with her sphincter, lost quite possibly in the sensations of the fairy briedel.

When she orgasmed it was intense and sudden and Ron slid his hand between her legs, feeling the new ring piercing her.

Hermione whimpered and Ron orgasmed again, emptying whatever might be left in his aching balls into her anus.

'Sir ?'

Ron looked at Hermione, thinking how beautiful she was, standing naked save for a pair of toe boots, obedient, still, her arms laced tightly behind her back in a black leather single sleeve that made her little breasts jut forward; her perfect little breasts with their now permanently swollen nipples, constantly stimulated by the briedel. Her nipples weren't the only part of her that was constantly stimulated now, the third part of the animated magical creature now hung from the bell of the nipple chain, running down across her belly and shaved pussy before disappearing between her thighs where it had fastened itself irretrievably to her clitoris.

'Yes ?'

'May I speak, Sir.' There was no sarcasm in her tone now, no sullenness, simply obedience. The transformation had been remarkable but probably not unexpected. Ron and Hermione's relationship had progressed by stages along a variety of paths, some winding, some straight and some very unexpected.

She wouldn't always be like this, of course, and Ron knew it. He had already endured her ire after leaving her in the self bondage device in which Cormorana had imprisoned her for quite so long though, interestingly, she hadn't mentioned the fact that he had taken her anally twice while leaving her gagged or, significantly, the way he had so casually allowed the third part of the briedel to pierce her so intimately.

Much as he might have thought it ideal, Ron knew such a relationship would probably be rather dull and the time he had spent with Hermione had always been far from dull. (There were a few bits he'd rather forget, of course, mostly involving spiders...).

However, when he commanded, Hermoine obeyed, slipping seamlessly into the submissive role, acquiescing to bondage and, from Ron's point of view, sex in all its various forms, including he was pleased to say, oral and anal.

'You may speak.' Ron draped her robe around her shoulders, fastening it around her neck though not any further so that, if she moved too fast it would swing open and reveal the submissive beauty hidden beneath.

'Sir...it's about your brother.'

'George ?'

'Yes, Sir.'

They were about to pay a visit to the shop to meet George's new partner - in all senses of the word. Since Ron had given him the choker a few day's previously, George's life had changed considerably. Under the direction of Maeth he had found someone or, more accurately, had finally summoned up the courage to form a relationship with someone; in this case the wizard who had opened up the new wand shop in Diagon Alley.

Ron had met him but Hermione had been a bit tied up over the last few days.

'It's just...his new partner...well...' Hermione began to blush. 'It's just...I don't want you to be upset but I think George might be gay.'

'Gay ?!' Ron looked at her in amazement and Hermione blushed even more.

'Yes, Sir.' Hermione looked down trying to hide her face.

'Of course, he's bloody gay !' Ron burst with laughter. 'You've been working for him for a year. Has it really taken you that long to work it out ?'

Hermione looked at him blushing furiously now. 'I thought...'

'How many times has he made a pass at you or taken you into the back room and given you a bloody good shagging ?'

'Never, Sir.' Hermione was radiating so much heat it was a wonder she didn't burst into flames.

'So he's had a horny witch-cum-nymphomaniac bondage slut strutting round him for a year, flashing her tits and arse and pussy and every other part of her anatomy at him and he didn't once try to fuck you, even when he had you chained up up and naked in the back room when her tried to remove your briedel.' Ron thought he might piss himself.

'I just thought...I wasn't his type.' Hermione's voice had that edge she used when she tried to take the moral high ground.

Ron knew it was time to kiss her and, as he took her in his arms, felt her respond, pressing herself against him, utterly submissive and sure of his dominance.

'Come on.' Ron slipped his arm beneath the robe and apparated.

'Morning George.' Ron entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with Hermione in tow, holding the door so the helpless witch to step inside. She followed Ron, unable to stop her robe opening to reveal her nakedness beneath.

'Ron.' George nodded. 'Hermione.'

Hermione nodded, aware she had not been given permission to speak though she did mutter the charm to silence the bell over the door. She was still very flushed.

Ron was still grinning too and Hermione felt herself blush more as she thought what he might say to George.

'You two must have had a good morning so far.' George had clearly misinterpreted the signs, though perhaps this simply reflected his own morning so far.

She could see the choker round his neck.

'Where is he then ?' Ron's grin broadened and if Hermione had not been in quite such a submissive frame of mind she might have kicked him.

'Oh, Stephen.' George grinned. 'He's in the back.'

'Is he going to come out ?'

George's grin broadened. 'Might be easier if we went in to see him.'

Hermione looked at Ron who winked and they followed George through the secret door at the back of the shop.

Stephen was rather a handsome wizard, as far as Hermione could see, though the bottom half of his face was hidden behind a muzzle. He had dark eyes that reminded her of Ekirts.

He certainly had a good body, lean and muscular and, currently, pretty exposed.

Stephen was wearing a bondage harness and a posture collar and not much else. He had his wrists and upper arms strapped behind his back and stood with his legs apart, held in place by a spreader bar. He was bent forward at the waist, held there by a chain running to a ring in the floor. He was kept upright by means of a wooden clamp mounted on a vertical pole that was tightened, quite securely, around his balls.

His cock was stiffly erect and drooling constantly.

His nipples were clamped too, linked by two chains supporting a steel rod on which sat Maeth, swinging gently like a trapeze artist.

'This is Stephen.' George gestured towards the helpless wizard.

'Ron, Hermione...' Maeth leapt over her perch causing it to swing and making the unfortunate wizard tense in his bonds and his cock twitch. She fluttered up in front of them. 'Are you...?' She looked at Hermione.

Hermione nodded knowing what was coming next and sure enough, Maeth made her robe billow out exposing her beautifully restrained body.

'I do wish people would stop doing that.' Hermione muttered.

'No you don't.' Maeth laughed and made Hermione's nipple bell ring.

'I like the new addition.'

'Thank you.' Hermione's voice carried a slight edge and she bent forward slightly, her pierced clit still a little sensitive to movements of the briedel. She felt Ron's hand on her shoulder. 'Sorry, Sir.'

Ron kissed her.

'You know, I almost wish I was back with you two.' Maeth perched herself on Hermione's shoulder. 'Even if he is a great lummox who had to be mesmerised into finding the scroll.'

Hermione shot a glance at Ron and was pleased to see him redden slightly.

'On the other hand...' Maeth gestured to Stephen and George who was gently stroking Stephen's blonde hair, the bulge in his robe unmistakable. '...I think there are others who need me more.' She fluttered across the George and settled on his shoulder stroking his cheek affectionately.

George smiled and moved closer to his helpless lover.

'Come along, darling.' Maeth stroked George's cheek again. 'There'll be plenty of time for more of that later. I recall you have a gift for Ron.

'Yes.' George looked around. The shop was in a bit of a mess, a testament, Hermione assumed, to the distraction of George's recent love interest and, probably, the fact that the couple had clearly tried out quite a few of the shop's wares. She wondered which of them had worn the long rubber ballgown that was currently lying on the floor with a used condom sitting on top of it.

'Ah.' George spotted what he was after.

'No !' Hermione spotted it a moment later.

'Herm...' Ron looked at her in surprise.

'Absolutely not !' She felt Ron squeeze her shoulder.

'Hermione ! Behave !'

'Sorry, Sir.' Hermione knew the sulkiness of her tone was unmissable.

George handed Ron the chastity belt.

'It's can be set for voice commands.' George grinned. 'I can see I'm going to have to get male version made up.' He glanced down at Stephen who was looking at the belt with interest.

'We'd better see if it fits.' Ron was clearly pleased.

'I know it does, Sir.' Hermione spoke through gritted teeth using all her will power not to say something along the lines of 'wait until I get you home, Ronald Weasley !'

'Really ?' Ron was intrigued.

'Allow me.' George waved his wand and Hermione's robe parted.

'Does everyone have to do that ?' Hermione scowled at him but then shivered as Ron slipped the belt around her and locked it in place.

'It's still programmed to tease on 'yes' and punish for 'no' but I'm sure you can come up with some more interesting words and phrases.

'Yes, I'm sure we can.' Hermione muttered under her breath and then blushed as the belt began to vibrate.

'We're going to have a lot of fun with this.' Ron was grinning from ear to ear.

'No, we're not.' Even as she said it, Hermione knew what she had done and winced as a series of shocks jolted to her pussy.

And this brings us to that final, if rather disappointing, scene on platform nine and threequarters where Ron and Hermione, Harry and Ginny and all the other 'grown' up wizards were putting their precious little wizardling and witchlings onto the Hogwarts Express.

We now know how Ron and Hermione got back together and some of the reasons that kept them together.

There were, of course, a few things that weren't mentioned in the original text: the most obvious being the height of Hermione's heels and the shortness of her skirt which drew the attention of most of the wizards and probably quite a few of the witches on the platform with her and caused Ginny Potter to mouth the ward 'slut' under her breath and, when she noticed the direction of Harry's gaze resolved to give him considerably more that his usual spanking that evening.

If Ginny had known more about Hermione's wardrobe she might have said the word considerably more loudly. Ron's wife, soul-mate and sex-slave was, naturally, wearing no knickers though she was wearing the chastity belt currently set to respond to tease on the phrases 'I am a slut !' and 'Take me from behind, Big Boy !'. Ron's work for the ministry did sometimes take him away from home and he found that leaving his horny wife in chastity that could only be relieved, even temporarily, by use of the repeated utterance of these submissive phrases was a very good way of teaching her to say them frequently when he was at home too; needless to say she continued to be punished for using the word 'no.'

Ginny would probably have disapproved of Ron wearing one of Hermione's thongs too but, as Harry was wearing one of her own she was hardly in a position to comment. Harry was also wearing a very tight cock ring that had kept him frustrated for the last three weeks and a pair of magical nipple clamps that she could use to punish him or, if he begged enough, to give him just a little glimpse of the pleasure she enjoyed by having him grovel at her feet and lick her shiny black quidditch boots.

There was no doubt who wore the trousers in the Potter household or, indeed, who wore the skirt. Ginny liked to make Harry cross dress, favouring particulalry a little rubber French maid's outfit in shocking pink which she usually made him wear to do the housework.

Hermione was, of course, still wearing the fairy briedel and, after it was made complete or, possibly, after she submitted to Ron, she felt no particular need to try to remove it; though she did complain sometimes when Ron spent more time playing with it than her.

It goes without saying that Ron adored his lovely submissive, beautiful and constantly horny wife and, although he sometimes failed to maintain the right balance of dominance and devotion he worked very hard to satisfy her in all the ways he could. He thus knew about her continued desire for lesbian muggle sex and so continued to support her gym membership, making sure he spanked her particularly hard when she came home late after her Thursday evening spin class.