Her Bound Heart Chapter 12.

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Exhibitionism, Gags, Teasing, Cum Play, Praise.

Hermione grinned as she pushed her way through the crowd. Her heels clicked against the polished wooden floor as she made her way toward the mop of messy black hair she could spot in the distance.

“You came,” she whispered, happily sinking into his arms. She hugged him back without hesitation, her slender arms struggling to wrap around his large frame. She didn’t care that half her class was watching, didn’t care about Daphne Greengrass looking at both of them with a raised eyebrow or the fact that Blaise Zabini had an amused smile on his face.

“Of course I did.” Her heart fluttered at the rumble in his chest that followed his happy chuckle. He kissed her forehead, setting everything from her cheeks down to her core aflame. How he could turn her into a simpering idiot with a single touch, she didn’t understand…

She wasn’t sure that she wanted to.

“Probably should have sat this one out,” she mumbled, burying her face in his chest. More and more people turned to them every second, watching their exchange with curious eyes. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t blame them either. She was pretty sure every single person (teachers included) knew who her sugar daddy was. “Not sure if I want you to watch Daphne wipe the floor with me.”

“Is that what you’re going to, Greengrass?” Harry asked, turning to his old friend with an amused smile.

“Well, I need a good grade. Don’t have one of those in my life to look after me,” Daphne teased, winking and pointing to the ‘H.P.’ scribbled on Hermione’s wrist in dark ink. Harry turned to follow her gaze, his eyes lighting up when he saw the addition Hermione had made to the marks on her body.

We’re going to talk about this later, his eyes seemed to say.

Hermione squeaked and hid her face in his chest, her cheeks burning.

“I’m pretty sure Bones outranks Potter in the Ministry right now, Greengrass. My father hasn’t held a formal Ministry post in quite some time. It interferes with his jaunts around the world,” Harry teased. He had wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist after reluctantly pulling free from her hug, and the three of them slowly made their way to the library that was just down the hallway from the courtroom.

Daphne scowled. “You saw nothing.”

“Oh, so it wasn’t your pretty head between my best friend’s thighs at my father’s birthday party?”

“At least I didn’t wipe my partner’s cum off my face in front of Pansy fucking Parkinson,” Daphne shot back, grinning smugly.

Hermione spluttered, her face turning maroon at the reminder of her moment of sheer insanity. “I-Uhm… I didn’t… It wasn’t…”

“In the papers? Parkinson doesn’t just blab to Skeeter, you know? The two of you were the main topic of discussion at yesterday’s monthly brunch,” Daphne replied with a smirk.

“I hate those,” Harry grumbled.

Hermione blinked in confusion. “W-what’re you talking about?”

“A group of snooty rich ladies get together once a month and gossip about everything under the sun,” Daphne explained. “They’ve recently started to let us young’uns join as well. It’s great fun, especially if you go there to mock everyone in attendance. Money apparently doesn’t buy you an understanding of sarcasm.” Daphne smirked and pushed open the doors to the quiet library. It was a small adjunct to the main library, the dusty books on the shelves making it clear that it was rarely used. “If it makes you feel any better every single woman there with the exception of Parkinson and her mother were fighting over the privilege of organizing your wedding.”

“You were there too.”

“What, I can’t enjoy the simple pleasure of planning a wedding?”

Harry snorted. “Talking to you is always such a pleasure, Greengrass.”

“Likewise, Potter,” Daphne said, shooting him a mock salute.

Harry looked around at the untouched shelves and empty tables of the room they were in. “Why are we here?” he asked, finally facing Daphne who was shutting the door behind them.

“Well, I wanted a quiet place to work on my closing during the thirty-minute recess. As for both of you… well, I thought Granger would appreciate the chance to look at these ancient books for some obscure legal procedure that might stop me from crucifying her client in court.” Her smirk grew as her eyes traveled back to the initials on Hermione’s wrist. “It’s the sporting thing to do. After all, it might have slipped her mind given that her attention is… otherwise preoccupied these days.”

She sauntered off to the table by the window before Harry could think of a retort. Hermione for her part opened and closed her mouth noiselessly, her face as red as a tomato.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione mumbled, gently squeezing Harry’s hand. She tugged on it and led him down the aisles before Daphne could upset him any further. “Daphne takes competitions very seriously. She’ll do anything to win, and she’s probably teasing us to throw me off my game,” Hermione mumbled, chewing her lip worriedly.

Harry smiled and tugged her in between two large bookshelves. His hands grabbed her waist, lifting the tiny girl effortlessly and setting her down on the dust-covered wooden table. “And it’s working. You’re worrying. Why are you worrying, darling?” Harry asked softly, tucking a strand of sleek brown hair that had escaped from her bun behind her ear.

“That you’re upset? About the wedding talk, and me hugging you and everyone thinking we’re dating, about-” Hermione shyly nodded to her wrist.

Harry chuckled. He grabbed her knees and gently pulled her legs apart, closing the short distance between them to stand between her parted legs. His lips were inches from hers and Hermione suddenly had a very hard time remembering what she was about to say. “Mione, sweetie, those women start planning my wedding if I so much as look at a woman. Given the fact that Parkinson has probably told all of them that she caught you blowing my brains out in a bathroom, I’m surprised they haven’t broken down the door of our apartment and carried you off to shop for the perfect dress.” Harry’s lips met hers for a soft kiss and her overanxious brain quietened within seconds. He was her rock, and a part of her wondered how she had ever survived without him.

Hermione meekly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her modest bust colliding with his firm chest.

“I want them all to think we’re dating. I want them to know that you’re mine. I want Ronald to know you’re mine,” Harry hissed against her lips. His hands shifted from her cheeks to her shoulders, gently pushing her back down on the table. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands on either side of her head.

“W-what’re you doing, sir?” Hermione asked, her eyes wide.

Harry ignored her question. His thumb traced the dark initials on her wrist. “I don’t remember making these,” he whispered, tracing the ‘H’ and the then ‘P’.

“I did,” Hermione replied, her cheeks flushed. A trickle of arousal seeped out of her and stained her panties at her complete helplessness. She was his, and he could have her wherever and whenever he wanted. “D-during b-b-breakfast,” she stammered, her wide eyes watching his other hand move from her wrist to her leg, slowly making its way up her thigh.

Hermione tried to move her now free hand, only to be stopped dead in her tracks by his glare.

“Do good girls move without permission, Miss Granger?”

Fuck.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head furiously, too turned on to trust herself with actual speaking.

If I open my mouth, I going to moan. Why did he have to use the ‘voice’? Hermione thought, desperately squirming on the table.

Harry grabbed her chin, pinning her in place and making her look at him.

“If you’re not a good girl, Miss Granger, the only conclusion I can come to is that you’re a naughty one.” All thoughts about the trial left her head, her over-anxious mind quieting as she peered up into the beautiful eyes of her dominant. “And what happens to naughty girls, Miss Granger?”

Hermione took a deep breath, a quiet moan leaving her mouth as she forced her teeth to release their hold on her lip. “T-they get punished, sir,” Hermione whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Move without permission again and I promise you I’ll throw you over my knee right there in the courtroom,” Harry warned, releasing her chin.

Hermione gulped. She knew it was almost certain he wouldn’t actually do that, but a small part of her felt that it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility. The damp spot in her panties grew by several orders of magnitude as she imagined being disciplined by her dominant in front of an entire classroom full of her peers.

The smell of sex hung in the air and she wasn’t the only one to notice.

His hands slipped under her skirt and made their way to her panties, his fingers gently digging into its waistband. “Are you really that aroused by books, Miss Granger, or are you just happy to see me?” he teased, dragging her panties down her legs.

Books. Books!

Hermione seized on the lifeline.

“I… I really should do what Daphne suggested,” Hermione mumbled half-heartedly. She peered up at Harry through her thick lashes, her body acting in complete contrast to her words. “S-search old books for stuff that might help me.”

“You’ve picked apart treatises and books from the Potter library that go back to Merlin’s time and devoured them all, princess,” Harry replied, stepping away to pull her panties free from her legs. “Daphne’s trying to get in your head. Everything you need is right here.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Hermione blushed and moaned softly, the wetness now freely flowing down her creamy thighs.

“All you need to do is stop worrying and believe. Believe in yourself like I believe in you, Hermione,” Harry whispered fiercely. He pulled her legs apart, gazing at her dripping pussy with pure desire. “You’re a goddess,” Harry whispered hoarsely. “You can win. You will win.”

I’m a goddess, Hermione repeated to herself, a giddy smile on her face. The sound of his pants unzipping brought her back to reality and she gazed up at him, trembling with anticipation.

“Daphne’s right there. She’ll hear us,” she whispered, cursing herself and her inability to shut up. Why couldn’t she just be a good girl and take the nice hard fucking she craved and needed?

“Let her,” Harry said carelessly. He let his pants pool around his ankles before he pushed his boxers down his legs, sighing as his throbbing erection sprang free. “She tried to get in your head. It’s only right I help you return the favor…” Hermione trembled violently as his fingers ghosted over her skin, tracing the slick petals that guarded her womanhood. “By getting in you,” he finished, grinning at his own wordplay.

“People will talk,” Hermione moaned. She watched with wide eyes as Harry brought her panties to his nose for a quick sniff.

“You smell delicious, princess.”

Hermione bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. It was of no use, and a needy moan escaped her lips as images of Harry’s messy hair poking out from between her thighs as he savored her invaded her mind.

“As for people… they’ll make up stories if I so much as look at you with a smile.” He tapped her chin with his finger. “Open.” Hermione obeyed, watching with wide eyes as her mouth was stuffed with her own panties. “At least this time they’ll talk about something we actually did.”

Hermione moaned at the tangy taste of her own juices running down her tongue, the sound thankfully muffled by the fabric stuffed in her mouth. She watched with wide eyes as Harry grabbed the base of his shaft and playfully traced her pussy lips with his tip, coating it with the arousal leaking out of her.

“Phlease,” Hermione mumbled, her big brown eyes begging him to give her the release she craved. All thoughts of Daphne, the trial, and the very public place they were in receded into the background, replaced by an overwhelming desire to let him claim her.

Imagine arguing in Wizengamot with Harry Potter’s cum dripping out of you, she thought with a quiet giggle.

He aligned his length with her needy womanhood and with one determined thrust of his hips, impaled her. A strangled shriek escaped her lips and her hands scrambled to grab his biceps for support. He seemed to be in no mood to waste the little time they had, the force of his thrusts causing her body to be pushed up on the table and away from him. His hands grabbed her waist, fingers leaving red marks on her creamy skin. He pulled her closer and pinned her in place as he pounded into her. His length plunged into her warm, wet core every few seconds, her walls burning and aching as the man roughly overcame the pitiful resistance they offered.

Harry undid the buttons of her blazer, his eyes fixed on the gentle bounce of her chest. Hermione’s lips curved into a smile around the panties stuffing her mouth. She arched her back to push her chest out, determined to put on a good show for her dominant.

Harry grabbed her tie and yanked her closer to him, holding her against his chest as he pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. Every so often his tip roughly brushed against her G-Spot, causing a loud, wanton moan to escape her lips. Her already wet panties were soaked, and trickles of drool leaked out of her parted lips and streamed down to her chin.

Her pussy was gushing around his shaft, her arousal soaking the wood below her and dripping down to the floor. A small puddle had formed underneath them, the smell of sex and her cum hanging heavy in the air around them.

“You are a goddess,” Harry growled, wrapping his arms around her to keep her pinned against his chest even as he ravaged her aching womanhood. “Remember that.”

“Yhes, shir!” Hermione moaned, floating in a sea of pleasure and bliss, completely untethered to the worries that had been plaguing her mind.

I am a goddess!

“You’re going to win this trial for me,” Harry muttered, gritting his teeth. He struggled to maintain his composure, forcing himself to ignore how heavenly her fluttering velvet walls clamping down on his shaft felt.

Hermione nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck to further muffle her desperate moans.

“I can’t hear you, Miss Granger,” Harry growled, increasing the pace of his thrusting. He could feel his balls tighten, the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach ready to erupt. He was close, and he planned to take her over the edge with him.

“Yhes!” Hermione screamed, holding onto him for dear life.

“Win this for me and we’ll think of a more… permanent placement for those initials,” Harry whispered.

The implications of his words were too much for her poor, over-aroused mind to handle and Hermione came with a loud scream, the panties in her mouth doing little to muffle the sound.

Harry kept thrusting in her even as her limp body slumped against his chest, the girl nuzzling into him. He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but in the end, the snug warmth of her tight pussy won out. He pushed deep inside her one last time, erupting in her with a satisfied groan. “Mine,” he whispered, flooding her womb with his seed.

His mark on her, right in the core of her very being.

“Yours,” Hermione confirmed tiredly once he had pulled the damp panties out of her mouth. He gently set her down on the table but didn’t pull out of her. Hermione watched with flushed cheeks as he stuffed her panties in the pocket of his coat, their faces sporting identical shy grins.

Three aisles over, an increasingly aroused Daphne Greengrass tried her best to work on her closing statement and ignore the moans and the sounds of thumping from the other side of the library. She refused to let them have the satisfaction of knowing they got to her, but she couldn’t help but concentrate on Hermione’s loud moans, the blonde Slytherin trying her level best not to fantasize about Harry Potter’s skill as a lover.

“Bloody hell,” she muttered. Hermione’s scream as she climaxed proved to be the last straw for the frustrated girl and she clambered out of her seat, determined to hunt down her mistress and drag her out of the class she was auditing if need be for some much-needed relief.

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A very flustered Hermione slipped back into the half-empty courtroom and made her way to the defendant’s table, trying to ignore the trickle of cum leaking out of her and slowly snaking down her leg. Blaise was already there, lazily sheafing through his copy of ‘Basic Poisons and their Antidotes’.

He looked up from his book at the happy sigh that escaped Hermione’s lips when she took her seat, taking a minute to study the frazzled girl. Her blazer was done up wrong and her tie was askew, and he could have sworn her skirt had covered her knees instead of ending just above it. She wasn’t as nervous and overwhelmed as she had been at the beginning of the trial, humming happily as she took down notes on a sticky pad. As he took in the wisps of hair falling free from her messy bun and her bruised lips he put two and two together and grinned.

“Potion to help Counselor Granger regain her confidence and ensure Blaise is acquitted,” he said softly, pretending to read from his book. “Ingredient One. Harry Potter’s magic jizz.”

Hermione spluttered, her face and neck turning maroon. She set the glass of water she had picked up down on the table with a shaky hand and clamped her free hand to her mouth to ensure she didn’t accidentally spray half the courtroom with water. “W-what?” She coughed, choking as she tried to gulp the water in her mouth.

Blaise didn’t bother answering her. His grin grew at the sight of a blushing Daphne slipping into her seat. The back chain of her periwinkle-colored dress was half undone and her hair was just as messy as Hermione’s. “Playing both sides of the aisle? Always knew Potter was a smart man,” he teased.

Hermione swiveled to follow his gaze. She locked eyes with Daphne for a quick second before both women blushed, looked away, and pretended to shuffle their papers.

“We didn’t… She didn’t… Daphne didn’t…” Hermione stammered, unable to meet the eyes of her client.

“Okay, so Daphne went to Bones to relax while Potter filled you with an equal dose of cum and confidence?”

“W-what? I don’t know where Daphne went. How do you know?!”

“I don’t know for sure. But both Bones and Potter are sitting in the last row.” Zabini leaned back in his chair and waved at the people in question. “Potter is staring at you with a proud grin on his face and Bones is doing the same for Daphne. One thing that I picked up from my mother is the near-mystical ability to figure out who’s fucking who.”

“Does it matter if we had… encounters during the recess?” Hermione mumbled, her cheeks warm. “Or who we had them with?”

“It matters because there’s a lesson you should learn from this experience. That’s why they’re holding this mock trial, right? So you learn how to become better lawyers?”

“What’s the lesson?”

“Keep Potter and his miraculous cock ready for every major case you get. He dramatically increases your chances of winning.” Zabini smirked, ignoring the scowl on his lawyer’s face.

As much as she wanted to deny his observation, Hermione had to admit the man had a point. Hesitation and fear were a lawyer’s mortal enemies. The best lawyers she had observed on field trips to the Ministry had all exuded a quiet sense of confidence. The same confidence she felt now. There was just something about Harry’s unwavering belief in her that made her feel empowered.

“You’re an idiot and I don’t know what my best friend sees in you,” Hermione muttered under her breath, rising to her feet as the judges for the day filed into the courtroom. Both she and Daphne adjusted their clothes before bowing low. The presiding judge nodded, allowing the lawyers to take their seats again.

“Counsel for the defense. Are you ready to call your first witness?” The judge intoned, peering at Hermione over the top of his half-moon spectacles.

Hermione nodded and got to her feet once more. “The defense would like to call-”

The doors flung open, cutting her off. Hermione watched in confusion as Patricia strode into the courtroom and looked around, quite obviously trying to locate Harry.

“Young lady please instruct your witness to wait until she is called!”

“My lord, this isn’t my witness,” Hermione muttered, her frown growing as she watched Patricia make her way to where Harry was sitting and bend down between him and Susan.

Before Hermione could even comprehend what was going on Harry stood. He tugged on his blazer and made his way to the front of the courtroom bowing his head in front of the judges. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lordships but this is a matter of great urgency.” While his tone was apologetic, his expression and the fact that his family name adorned the wing of the building they were in meant that even her normally quarrelsome professors simply nodded and mumbled amongst themselves instead of erupting into a lecture about decorum and maintaining the sanctity of the court.

Harry walked over to her table and leaned in, gently kissing her cheek. “There’s an emergency session of Wizengamot. Susan and I have to go. I’m pretty sure Daphne’s father will summon her too.”

Hermione nodded, unsure what it had to do with her.

“I want you to listen to me very closely.” His voice was stern, the tone made it clear he wanted her to be obedient and follow his instructions to the letter.

Hermione nodded again.

“Patricia is going to wait until the end of your class and then she’s going to take you home. I’ll try to send an Auror over to keep watch, but it’s going to be an utter shitstorm and I’m not sure if there’ll be one to spare. So when you get home you need to lock the door to trigger the wards. You don’t open the door for anyone until I come back, do you understand?” Harry asked urgently.

“Yes, sir,” Hermione whispered.

Harry pecked her lips before striding out of the room to join Susan, leaving a very confused Hermione in his wake.

Notes:

I do love creating fun side characters to make a story more interesting. As for why there's an emergency meeting of the Wizengamot... guess you'll have to wait till the next chapter to find out! Harry and Hermione... Harry is so in love even if he won't admit it. Not that Hermione is any better, she has it just as bad for him. They're just going to need a tiny push to declare their feelings for each other winks.