A Collar for Hermione

Hermione held her father's arm tightly as they walked down the aisle. Gerald Grangers legs were shaking with each step, but the stubborn man had insisted on walking. Her mother was waiting nearby with his wheelchair once they got to the end. The concern she had for her father was diminished when she looked up to Harry. The love in his eyes pushed away everything. She had insisted that he leave his hair as it was, years later looking at wedding photos where would be odd to see it all slick and shiny.

Her father gave her a kiss on the cheek as they reached the end. He settled into the wheelchair in as dignified of a way as he could. They had agreed on a muggle ceremony so that they could invite Hermione's extended family. Harry's side of the guestlist was mainly magical folk. They had provided a dress code for them to avoid someone showing up in board shorts and rainboots.

The ceremony was beautiful. A fairy tale that would be told by Hermione's muggle family for years. How they swore there was magic in the air. There was, but it wasn't blatant. A little potion in the punch to ease any family tension, a cushioning charm on the dance floor, and some low-grade charms to keep the rooms comfortable.

As wonderful as the wedding was, there was still an underlying sorrow to it. Hermione's father didn't have enough energy to stand by the time the dancing started. Emma, her mother, took his place, dancing with both Harry and Hermione. The newly married couple slipped away sometime after the cake was cut.

~§~ CFH ~§~

Harry kicked the door to the honeymoon suite closed. Hermione giggled as he carried her over to the bed. She bounced on the firm mattress as he let her go. The kissed eagerly as the two stripped out of their clothes.

Hermione reached out, pulling an intricate silk collar seemingly from the air. She lowered to her knees, dropping her head, and offering the object to him.

"No." Harry said as he took her hands in his.

She looked up at him, shock clear in her eyes.

"You are my wife and my best friend." He pulled her to her feet as he spoke. "It is not the right time."

Hermione nodded. One more reason why she trusted him. He knew her so well. The looming specter of her father's health still hung over the day. It wouldn't be right to mar their true bonding.

Harry pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. He pressed her naked flesh against his. She moaned as his lips moved to her neck. They continued to travel lower. He lavished her nipples with his tongue. Hermione cooed as he went lower, placing a small kiss on her navel.

"Spread your legs." Harry said.

Hermione did as so quickly. He leaned closer, swiping her slit with a quick lick of his tongue. She squeaked. Harry slowly dragged his tongue along her pussy. He savored her flavor, trying to memorize it. The only way to find out was to get another taste. He slid his tongue into her pussy, steadily fucking her with it. Harry rose from between her legs to find her breathing hard. He shifted closer to her, running the tip of his cock along her pussy once he could reach.

Hermione propped herself onto her elbows to watch. Harry straightened up to assist. The movement also helped push him deeper inside. She moaned as the tip of his cock hit her limit with another couple of inches of his shaft untouched.

Harry leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet him. Harry lifted her ass of the bed, arching her back, and allowing him to reach even deeper.

Her fingers dug into his back. Pleasure rocked her body with each pump of his hips. A long, formless scream erupted from her as pussy clamped down on him. It turned into a rough moan as she spasmed around him. He slowed down, fucking her deep and hard as she orgasmed. The feeling of her cumming on his cock was too much.

Harry slammed himself into her. He gripped her hips, pulling her as close as he could. Harry groaned as he pumped her full of cum. He slowed his thrusts once the last bit of seed was out.

Hermione's body shook as a she felt a pulsing warmth fill her body. Harry pulled out of her, admiring the stream of cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. He settled in beside her, stroking her smooth stomach. Hermione rolled over to him, nuzzling his neck. He sighed in contentment

"Soon." He whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

~§~ CFH ~§~

They had three peaceful weeks before things got rough.

Gerald's health took a swift dive. The newly married couple practically lived with her parents. Hermione often found comfort in Harry's arms. Try as they might, sometimes privacy charms were forgotten. Emma Granger spent quite a few nights listening to her daughter and son-in-law in their intimate moments. Hearing them making love was one thing, but the sounds of the fucking like animals was something completely different.

She had no idea her daughter could be so kinky. Not to mention the small thrill when she heard Hermione call Harry 'Sir' or 'Master' which was quite often. Emma hadn't been able to explore that side of her love life. She and Gerald had gotten married pretty young. They were together for a year before she got pregnant. As much as she loved her husband, he was rather vanilla. His idea of excitement was having her on top.

The musings of her daughter's sex life, and wondering what might have been, helped her through. Emma couldn't stop herself from smiling when Hermione came to breakfast with a slight limp, or how Harry had taken to wearing turtlenecks.

She found herself hugging Harry more than usual. They began to linger longer than normal as well. Emma was able to control herself enough to keep her hands from wondering.

It turned out she wasn't as sneaky as she thought.

"Just ask, silly girl." Gerald said with a rough chuckle.

"What?" Emma looked over to him as she spoke.

"You've been drooling over Harry for the last week." Gerald continued. "Don't worry, darling. I understand. They aren't quiet by any means. Even with their magic, the walls are thin."

"I don't see-"

"Emma." Gerald cut in. "I know you. I can't get out of this bed or invite you in. You've been undressing Harry for a while now. We both know that our daughter is a bit more… open than we thought. Just ask if she would let you borrow him for a night." He held up a hand before she could speak. "Please. I'd like to see you freshly fucked before I go."

"Gerald!" Emma gasped.

Her husband chuckled. He caught sight of Hermione approaching. Gerald looked at his wife. He could see the blush on her cheeks begin to spread.

"Hermione." Gerald called.

She rushed over to him.

"Do you need water? A change of blankets? I can open the window." She rattled off.

"No, this isn't for me." He paused. "Well, it is, but it is also for your mother."

"Gerald." Emma whispered.

Hermione looked from her mother to her father. Her eyebrows scrunched up, trying to solve the puzzle.

"Could your mother borrow Harry for a night?" Gerald asked.

Hermione flinched. Her mind seemed to grind to a halt.

"Pardon?" She asked.

"I can't fulfil my husbandly duties and we can hear that Harry is up to the challenge." Gerald explained, sounding like he was asking them to do the dishes.

Hermione understood the words. She knew what they meant, but had never expected them to be in that order.

"You want Harry…" She said slowly.

"To sleep with your mother, yes." Gerald answered.

"Oh." Hermione looked to her mother. "And you?"

Emma nodded.

"I'll go talk to Harry." Hermione stood as she spoke.

They watched their daughter walk away in a daze. Emma turned to her husband, glaring at him. Her face was bright red and the blush stretched down to her neck.

"Gerald!" Emma hissed at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get you well and truly shagged at least once before I die." Gerald replied. "You have done so much for me, darling. Please, indulge me."

The anger and embarrassment melted away. She nodded.

"If they agree." Emma said softly.

~§~ CFH ~§~

Emma found herself sitting on the bed in the guest room. She was shivering, from nerves or excitement she could not tell. Harry had agreed.

She looked down at her outfit. Her simple blue nightgown wasn't all that sexy. She didn't have any lingerie. Aside from just stripping naked, this was the best she could do. An idea flashed in her mind. She slid off her panties and bra but kept her nightgown in place. It was just enough of a change that made her feel sexier.

Emma jumped to her feet as the door opened. Harry walked in. The fact that he was wearing a white undershirt and pajama bottoms eased her nerves. She didn't know what she expected, really.

His bright green eyes trailed up her body before meeting hers. A jolt of lust ran down her spine. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked softly.

The care in those words eased all of the remaining tension in her body.

"Yes." Emma nodded. She dropped her gaze to the floor. "Sir."

Only his lower legs and feet were in her field of view as she bowed her head. Even that small glimpse was enough to see him change. The muscles in his legs tightened, his stance shifted from relaxed to one of control.

Emma gasped as the air around her crackled with energy.

"One last chance." Harry's voice dropped into a steady growl. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir." Emma whispered. "Please."

"I would tell you to kneel, like a good little pet." Harry stalked closer. "But I've wanted you for so long."

Emma's breath caught in her throat.

"You want me, sir?" She asked.

"Very." Harry kissed her neck. "Much." He raked his teeth across her pulse point. "So." He grabbed her by the hips as he finished speaking.

Emma squeaked as he ripped her nightgown off of her. She looked him in the eyes, lost in the emerald fire. His hands explored her body. Pinching and teasing her nipples, before running his fingers through her untamed bush. Trailing lower he found she was already wet for him.

"Naughty, kitten." Harry took a step back to admire her as he spoke. "Is this for me?"

"Yes, sir." She replied quickly.

Harry snapped his fingers. She jumped at the sudden sound. A shock of cold air blew through her bush. She looked down to see it neatly trimmed and shaped as a bolt of lightning.

"Do you know what that means?" Harry approached, moving her back toward the bed.

"No, sir." Emma replied quietly.

"It means you're mine, kitten."

Harry twirled her around, so she was facing away from him. Emma crawled on the bed only to be stopped near the edge. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see what he meant. A wicked smile played across his face. He grabbed onto her arms and pulled. She landed face first on the mattress, he crossed her arms behind her back. Harry squeezed them before moving to adjust her hips. She got the signal, don't move her hands.

He grabbed her hips, raising her ass into the air. Emma gasped as she felt his tongue run across her tight rosebud. She let out a cute little yelp as he used the broad portion of his tongue for the next lick.

"Not tonight." Harry purred.

With one had he guided the tip of his cock to her dripping pussy while the other took hold of her wrists.

"Last chance, kitten." Harry dragged the head of his cock along her lower lips as he spoke, teasing her to the edge of madness.

Emma gasped at the size of it. Judging by the head, he was much bigger than she had expected.

"Need you." She whined.

"Need what, kitten?" Harry continued to tease her.

"I need you to fuck me, sir." Emma yelled.

"Gladly, kitten." Harry said with a smile.

He slid the head of his cock in, loving the little whimper she gave. Emma started to moan as he pushed in deeper. Harry continued until she contained his entire length. A low groan escaped his lips as he savored the tightness.

"So tight, kitten." Harry purred.

Emma moaned. "For you, sir."

He gave her a moment to adjust before he began to pull back out. Harry stopped when just the head of his cock remained inside of her. Another slow stroke had her coming undone. Harry continued his steady pace as she shuddered around him. Her cunt desperately fluttering around his member.

Harry picked up the pace as she came down from her orgasm. He thrust into her, pulling her back to meet him at the apex of the motion. She let out a wordless scream as her body began to buck against him. Harry kept on fucking her deep and hard as she rode out another orgasm.

Emma squeaked and started to babble nonsense as Harry bent his legs. She spoke in half-formed cooing and grunts. Her hands were clenched in his grasp. He increased his pace, pounding into her as fast as his hips could go. Harry gave her a feral smile before he began jackhammering into her.

Harry pressed as deeply as he could. He closed his eyes, letting out a groan as he let loose his first load of cum. He could feel her body begin to rock against him again.

She went limp underneath him. He pulled out of her slowly. Harry adjusted her in the bed and tucked her in. He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Rest well, kitten." Harry whispered.

~§~ CFH ~§~

Harry stood before a kneeling Hermione under the black sky of the new moon. She was nude, her head bowed as she waited.

"Hermione Potter." Harry said holding out her collar. "By taking this collar you surrender yourself to me. Mind, body, and soul."

"Yes, Harry." She looked up at him, her eyes full of love and trust.

He placed the silk collar on her. It pulsed with a mixture of gold and green energy as adjusted to fit snug against her neck. The magic spread out over her body like streaks of lightning. It collected in a swirl just above her trimmed bush. The letters HJP appeared tattooed there as the energy faded.

"You are mine." Harry said, lifting her to stand.

"Always, master." Hermione said proudly.

She moved out of the way, taking her place beside him. Emma Granger took the open spot, kneeling before him. She lifted a similar collar up, presenting it to him.

"Please, Harry." Emma begged. "Take me as well."

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Sorry for the delay. Had a busy weekend.