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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Twenty

Hermione and Emma carefully looked through Percy’s office, looking for any hidden compartments or secret rooms while Harry searched the rest of the compound. 

Harry had already vanished the bodies, so now they were looking through the cabinets and desks, searching for anything they had missed the first time, but so far they had come up empty.

“I’ve gone through the other rooms,” Harry said as he walked back in. “If he kept records of what he did, they’re not here.”

“There’s nothing here either,” Hermione sighed as she checked the underside of Percy’s desk for any hidden compartments. 

“Well, I guess if we can’t find anything, I doubt anyone else will either,” Harry replied, careful not to let on too much. The more they had to work to find out what happened, the more likely they were to believe what they found.

“Why don’t we try my house in Australia?” Emma suggested. “Maybe they missed something when they were cleaning it out.”

“Ok,” Harry said as the girls moved to stand beside him. He took them each by the hand, and apparated them directly into the house, knowing there would be nothing to find there either.

Emma looked around in surprise. She knew they cleaned out the house, but hadn’t expected them to go this far. They removed everything in the house, right down to the curtains.

She had assumed they would only remove things that could lead back to them, or were magical in nature, but nothing this extensive.

Hermione sighed. “I don’t think we’re going to find anything here.”

“You’re right,” Harry nodded. “I don’t think we have much of a choice,” he said, moving to the next stage of his plan. “We need to talk to someone.”

“But what if they’re involved in all this?” Hermione worried. “I don’t know if we should take the risk.”

“What about Ron?” Harry asked. “We’re already keyed to his wards, so he won’t notice if we sneak in. We can take a look around while he’s gone and decide what to do after that.”

“That might work,” Hermione conceded. “He’s still doing his Auror training, so he won’t be back until this evening. If we’re careful, he won’t even realize we were there in the first place.”

Harry checked his watch. “Ok, so we have about four hours before he gets home. We should go there now. It might take a while to find something.”

“Ok,” Hermione and Emma agreed.

Harry smiled inwardly. Everything was moving forward as he hoped. It wouldn’t be much longer to get Hermione and Emma to not only go along with his plans but also realize the necessity of it.

Harry side long apparated Hermione and Emma to the inside of Ron’s London flat. They appeared in the entryway, but froze immediately when they heard sounds coming from the living room.

“No one is supposed to be home,” Hermione whispered.

Harry quickly cast a disillusionment charm on all three of them. “Move slowly, and don’t make any noises,” he whispered. 

Hermione, Harry, and Emma made their way to the kitchen, pressing themselves against the wall, so that whoever was in the house didn’t run into them.

‘What’s Ron doing here?’ Hermione thought as she watched Ron walk around the kitchen preparing a sandwich. ‘I thought he was supposed to be in Auror training?’

The doorbell rang, startling both Emma and Hermione. After Ron walked past them, they quickly made their way into the living room.

Hermione and Emma were even more surprised when Narcissa Malfoy, of all people, pushed her way into Ron’s flat.

“Hello Mrs. Malfoy,” Ron smiled. “I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. Have you reconsidered my offer?”

“No, I’m not here for that. Something’s happened to Draco,” Narcissa replied desperately. “I need some more time to make the loan payment.”

“So, why did you come here?” Ron asked. “It’s Gringott’s you owe the money to, not me.”

“I just came from Gringott’s. They won’t give me any more extensions,” she explained. “Just loan me the money, and when Draco comes back, he’ll pay you back, with interest.”

“That’s an interesting offer,” Ron replied, “but let’s face facts. Even if I were to loan you the money, there’s no guarantee you would be able to pay me back. There isn’t even anything I can take as collateral that would come close to matching the kind of money you’re asking for.”

“Draco will be back soon,” Narcissa insisted. “He’s just running a bit late.”

“How late is he now?” Ron asked.

“He should have come home three days ago,” Narcissa replied. “I’m sure his work is just taking longer than he expected to finish.”

“Mrs. Malfoy, your family is nearly 500,000 galleons in debt at this point,” Ron explained. “Your payment, even with the previous extension, is two days behind now.”

“That’s why I came to you,” Narcissa said, pasting a sultry smile on her face. “I know you could easily afford to take over the loan, and until Draco pays you back, I can make it worth your while.”

Hermione looked on in confusion. None of this made any sense to her. Why would Mrs. Malfoy think Ron had that kind of money? What was this loan they were talking about?

“As tempting as that is,” Ron said, leering at Narcissa. “I’m still going to have to decline.”

“But why?” Narcissa asked in surprise. “You didn’t have any problem giving me money before.”

“That was different,” Ron explained. “I gave you that for the pleasure of your company. We’re talking about a substantial loan, and it’s not a risk I want to take.”

“Draco will be back,” Narcissa insisted. “At least loan me the money for the payment. I’m sure Draco can sort it out with Gringotts when he gets back.”

“Mrs. Malfoy, we both know the kind of work that Draco needed to do to earn that kind of money,” Ron continued. “One of two things happened. He’s either decided to cut his losses and run off with the money he has left, or he’s dead.”

“Draco wouldn’t just leave me behind,” Narcissa replied angrily. “And Malfoy Manor is our ancestral home. He wouldn’t just abandon it.”

“Then he’s probably dead,” Ron said matter-of-factly, taking the wind out of Narcissa’s sails. “It still doesn’t change your problem, though. The Goblins are going to foreclose on Malfoy Manor by the end of the week, and you’ll be out on the street with nothing but the clothes on your back.”

“You wanted this to happen,” Narcissa accused. “You’ve always had it out for my son!”

“I’ve never liked your son. You’re right about that,” Ron agreed. “But if you think I had something to do with what happened to him, you’re wrong. I don’t care enough about him to have him killed.”

“Haven’t you taken enough from me, humiliated me enough?” Narcissa demanded. 

“First off, you were pretty far off from complaining from what I remember,” Ron pointed out, “and second, I made you an offer. No one held a wand to your head. You are free to walk back out that door and take your chances on your own.”

“Damn you,” Narcissa ground out. She had no choice, and they both knew it. The Death Eater families were a shadow of their former selves. Most of them either being killed outright during the war, or fined so severely their influence over British politics would never recover.

Narcissa stared at the man she loathed for a long moment. She knew she couldn’t be poor. The idea of living in some shack and working a menial job for the rest of her life was beneath her, but so was what Ron was demanding of her. The daughter of a pureblood family becoming a slave? It was unheard of. 

“So, just to be clear, are you declining my offer?” Ron asked, already knowing what Narcissa was going to decide, but wanting the proud woman to bend to his will and say the words, regardless.

“I won’t be patient for much longer, Mrs. Malfoy,” Ron reminded her. “I can’t promise you the offer will still be on the table the next time we meet.”

Narcissa looked down at the floor, having come to her decision. Draco was gone, she knew that. The kind of work he had been doing over the last few months, the money he was able to make. There was no way he could have earned it legally. Whatever he did, it cost him his life.

“Alright,” Narcissa said as she looked up. “Damn you Ron Weasley… you win.”

Ron smiled in triumph. He remembered the first time he set eyes on the woman, back at Hogwarts during a Quidditch match. She was there with her husband, watching the game. He had lusted after her from the moment he laid eyes on her.

It should have been a crime for a woman that beautiful to be married to a man like Lucius Malfoy. He didn’t know how, but he promised himself that one day he would have her. 

After months of meticulous planning, he finally got what he wanted, but he really wanted,-no, needed her to say the words. “You’re going to have to be a little more clear on that. What exactly did I win?”

Narcissa glared at Weasley. She knew he wouldn’t make this easy on her. “Me, I agree to be your slave.”

“Then after we perform the ritual, I’ll settle the debts on Malfoy Manor and take ownership of the property,” Ron agreed, “but you will have to address me by my proper title.”

“… Yes Master,” Narcissa replied, the words tasting like ash on her mouth. 

“Good, now I think you’re a little overdressed… Narcissa,” Ron said, looking her up and down as he emphasized her change in status. “Why don’t you get a little more… comfortable,” he ordered.

Narcissa looked back at Ron, knowing this was coming. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t a big deal, that he had seen her naked before,this was nothing new, but deep down inside, she knew the truth. 

She dropped her cloak dropped to the floor and stepped out of her heels, then unbuttoned her dress, shrugging it off to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“Wait,” Ron said as Narcissa reached up to unhook her bra. “Turn around first.”

Narcissa said nothing as she turned around, reminding herself she wasn’t a member of the pureblood elite anymore. She was a soon to be slave, standing in front of her future master. 

Ron watched as Narcissa stripped for him, admiring the smooth expanse that was revealed to him as her bra joined the growing pile on the floor.

His eyes drifted down to the thong she was wearing next, putting her sculpted ass on full display.

Narcissa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong as she bent at the waist, pulling them down her legs before she stepped out of them and turned to face her future Master.

Ron took in the unobstructed view of her full, rich body. Narcissa had clearly taken care of herself over the years. There wasn’t an ounce of fat or so much as a wrinkle that he could see anywhere on her body.

“Take care of this for me, slave,” Ron said as he moved to his armchair and sat down, giving Narcissa plenty of room between his legs.

“Yes… Master,” Narcissa said as she sullenly dropped to her knees and crawled to him the way he taught her. 

Narcissa reached up, unbuckling Ron’s belt and freeing his cock. ‘I guess it’s not all bad,’ she thought as she looked down at the hard cock in front of her. ‘He at least knows how to use this monster.’

She pumped her hand up and down his shaft as she licked the head of his cock, enjoying his taste despite herself. 

Ron let out a groan of pleasure as Narcissa used her free hand to work his balls at the same time she sucked him. “Good girl,” he praised as he looked down at the once proud pureblood princess on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

Narcissa took Ron further into her mouth, getting him more than halfway in before his member nearly hit the back of her throat and sent her into a coughing fit. 

She knew it wouldn’t be long before that changed as well, and Ron trained her to take his cock down her throat as well.

She bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips tightly sealed on his shaft, knowing that she would be in serious trouble if she let even a single drop of cum escape her lips.

Narcissa kept working his shaft and fondling his balls as she brought him closer and closer to his climax. She would never admit it to him, but she secretly loved the way he used her, the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel alive.

He didn’t treat her like the proper pureblood princess she was. Far from it. He treated her like his prey, catching her, bending her to his will, and dominated her like no one ever had before.

“I’m close,” Ron grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “You’ll swallow every drop.”

Narcissa felt it a moment later. He erupted into her mouth, filling her cheeks with his cum. She struggled to keep it all in as he emptied his balls inside of her.

Ron leaned back in his chair. “You’re getting really good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never given anyone a blow job before me.” he praised. 

Harry could tell Ron and Narcissa were a momentary distraction and took the opportunity to apparate them back to the island with a soft pop. ‘Nice work Ron,’ he thought.

Harry and the girls arrived back on the island with as the disillusionment charm faded away.

“What’s going on?” Hermione asked, thoroughly confused. “What was Ron even doing with THAT woman?”

“Who was she?” Emma asked, confused.

“That was Narcissa Malfoy,” Harry explained. “She’s the widow of a Death Eater we fought in the war. Her son went to school with us. He was the blonde one I killed.”

“It sounded like Ron was giving her money, or at the very least paying her bills,” Emma remembered. “I didn’t think he had that kind of money.”

“He doesn’t,” Hermione shook her head. “His family isn’t wealthy, like other purebloods, but he knew what happened to Malfoy.”

“Maybe not,” Harry replied. “It sounded like he guessed what happened to me. The troubling thing is he knew enough to guess correctly.”

“We need to find out what Ron knows, and where he got all his money from,” Hermione said. 

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Even if his family received reparations from the war, it couldn’t have been this much.”

“Could he have been working with Percy? They’re brothers, after all,” Emma asked. “That could explain where all the money came from.”

“Maybe,” Harry agreed. “But from what I saw, Percy was on the outs with his family after he sided with the Ministry. Last I heard, he was still not on good terms with his family.”

“… I think we have to talk to Ron,” Hermione said after a moment’s thought. There was no other way. Ron knew something, and it was the only way they would find out.

“How are we going to do that?” Emma asked. “If he really was working with Percy, he would know right away that he had something to do with his brother being missing.”

“We have to stick to the story,” Harry replied. “A group of wizards captured us, forced to do the ritual, and they let us go after I paid them. We don’t know anything that happened after that.”

“It’s a big risk,” Emma pointed out. 

“Maybe not,” Hermione thought about it more. “Harry and I are still keyed to his wards, and they let us bring you through as well. If Ron suspected us, we never would have been able to pass through them. If we keep things simple and stick to the story, I think we’ll be ok.”

“I think we have to do more than that.” Harry seized the opportunity. “You heard what he said to Mrs. Malfoy. Ron knows about the ritual. He’s going to expect all of us to act a certain way. It isn’t something we can just turn on and off. We’re going to make mistakes, and he’s going to get suspicious.”

“So you think we should do some practice before we talk to Ron?” Hermione asked.

“I think I understand what you’re saying, Harry,” Emma added. “We can’t just pretend, any one mistake could tip someone off to what we’re doing, and it won’t just be Ron we have to convince. It’s everyone.” 

“So what are you saying?” Hermione asked.

“We need everyone to believe that you’re both my devoted slaves, and more than that, they also need to believe that I’m your Master. I’ve thought about this a lot… we can’t pretend,” Harry explained.

“We have to decide either to spend the rest of our lives in hiding or we have to live as Master and slaves at least until we can find out what’s really going on, and end it.”

“… I think we should do it,” Emma said. “People are eventually going to start looking for the two of you. We would have to spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders.”

Hermione looked at Harry and Emma, trying to decide what to do. She knew Harry was right, there was too much at stake. If they made one slip, it would be over. They probably wouldn’t even know they made a mistake until it was too late. 

Could she really go on not knowing the truth? What if there was a way to stop all of this? How far did all of this go?

“Alright I’m in… Master,” Hermione said, facing Harry. 

“Ok,” Harry replied calmly, but on the inside was smiling from ear to ear. He needed them both on board with his plans, not working against him. 

He walked over to one of the chests, pulled out a box, and walking back to them. “Kneel,” he ordered.

Hermione and Emma both dropped to their knees, instantly falling back on their training. 

From the box, Harry pulled out a set of collars. They were different from the ones he trained them with.

Unlike the plain iron ones they wore in the training room, he had these custom made. They were made of gold, about an inch in height, with a golden center ring. Runes were carved into the collar for comfort, temperature, and tracking, so he would always know where they were. Each rune was then inlaid with diamond to further enhance their power.

He placed the first collar around Hermione’s neck, closing with a soft click, and watching as the seam disappeared, ensuring he was the only one that could remove it, then did the same for Emma.

“Full head down, ass up,” Harry ordered, watching as his girls turned around, pressing their foreheads to the floor and reaching back, pulling their ass cheeks apart, displaying themselves to him.

Harry took a moment to appreciate the view before he reached into the box, pulling out the matching plugs. It was gold to match the collar, and the handle had a circular cut diamond inlay. They were larger than their training plugs, measuring three inches in length and an inch in width.

Harry knelt down behind Emma, gently working the plug into her ass. He had the plugs enchanted to reduce friction so he could insert them without the aid of lubricants. 

Emma gasped as she felt the cold metal being pushed into her ass, stretching her anal ring open as it went inside before finally closing around the base. She could immediately tell it was longer and wider than her old plug, and she felt herself getting wet as the familiar intruder settled itself inside of her.

She had hated the plug when Arcanum first put it inside of her, but she had to admit that it had grown on her. It was so much easier to stay clean down there with her plug, and it made sex that much better.

The last few days the sex had been good, great even, but she found herself missing the anal play they had indulged in before.

Hermione knew what was coming as she felt the cold metal tip of the plug pressing against her rosebud. She hated the idea of what the plug and collar represented, that she belonged to someone, that someone else had control over the most intimate parts of her body.

She knew it was a necessity, something she had agreed to, but she hated that it had to happen. At first it was because her independence was being taken from her, but with every day that passed, it forced her to confront another reality. Part of her enjoyed the freedom that came from not having to make every decision.

She realized Emma was right. There really was no going back from this, and more importantly, she didn’t want to go back to the way things used to be. 

Harry activated both plugs at the same time, drawing a gasp from both his girls as the plugs cleaned their asses out. He stood up, looking down at them, and smiled. His girls were beautiful, probably amongst the most beautiful women in the world, and in his eyes even more so when he had them collared, plugged, and on their knees.

“Ok, you can stand up now girls,” Harry instructed, pleased they had held their poses until they were told otherwise, proving once again how effective their training was.

Hermione and Emma stood up, looking each other over as they examined their matching collars and plugs. They were far more intricate and expensive than the ones they wore before. 

“You’ve both been very naughty these last few days,” Harry said huskily. “Walking around without your collars and plugs,” he said as he walked around them, admiring their lithe forms. “You haven’t been doing your exercises, or addressing me properly. I think you both need a good spanking to remind you who’s in charge here.”

“Yes Master,” Both Hermione and Emma replied as they felt a flood of arousal course through their bodies. 


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  1. Sean Marsh

    Why’d you post twice?

    1. jumpin

      sorry about that. I have a plugin that automatically releases the chapter to the different tiers, I think with this one it updated the publish date for some reason

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