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Her Bound Heart Ch. 5
🕑 Added 2023-01-24 23:40:17 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: BJs, Petplay, Cum Play, Teasing, Butt Plugs, Collars.
“There you are. I was about to floo Patricia for my five galleons.” Harry smiled at the haggard girl who had stumbled into his kitchen. He twirled around and began to whistle happily, pulling out another plate and setting it on the table for her.
“Five galleons? What for?” Hermione asked. She ran a hand through her messy, bedraggled hair, wondering what his plans for the day were.
Harry waved at the empty chairs arranged around the table, prompting her to sit while he worked on the next lot of scrambled eggs. “I thought I won the bet,” Harry answered.
“What bet?” Hermione looked at the boxes that still occupied half the table curiously. They still hadn’t been opened and all she knew about their contents was that they were supposed to be her welcome presents.
Does he give all his sugar babies special little bottles of shampoo?
Suddenly realizing she had forgotten to pack toiletries from her apartment she grabbed a box and pulled it closer, hoping that nothing in the box had a vanilla scent. The smell of vanilla made her feel nauseous, which was ironic, given how much she liked a similarly flavored ice cream.
“I bet her you’d run away after our first night together,” Harry muttered with a small smile. He pulled the pan over the two plates, the wooden spatula gently scraping against the dark steel of the pan as he divided the scrambled eggs equally between their two plates.
“I feel like I should be really hurt by that statement. Is that how little you thought of me?” Hermione asked teasingly, watching him move around the kitchen from the corner of her eye, her attention solely focused on the carton in front of her. She grabbed the purple bow and undid it with ease, eager to see what the box held.
“I mean…” Harry waved the spatula in the air, only to receive a playful scowl in response.
“If you must know, I went back to my apartment to pack up the last of my things and to let my best friend and now ex-roommate know that I was still alive. I didn’t exactly tell her that I’d be spending the night with you and I didn’t want her to worry,” Hermione muttered, her eyes widening at the sight of the rare first edition textbooks of all the subjects in her coursework neatly stacked in the box that was charmed to be larger than it appeared. “They’re…” she croaked, running her fingers over the aged leather of their covers.
“Yours,” Harry whispered, flicking off the stove. He walked over to the stunned girl and wrapped an arm around her, gently pulling her face into his chest. “Once I discovered your love for books from your interview I raced to prepare this box by grabbing books from my own library, the Potter family library and even getting a few from my friends.”
“You raced around town collecting rare books? You?”
“Well, I gave Stevens a list and asked him to do it, but let’s not get bogged down with the minutiae. After all, it’s the sentiment that counts,” Harry murmured, burying his face in her thick, shiny brown hair. She smelled of lilies. He shuddered as her slender arms stretched out and wrapped around his body, the girl turning into the impromptu hug.
“Thank you,” Hermione whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Only the Weasley family had ever been this kind towards her… “I’m not used to stuff like this. But I can’t accept them,” she whispered, playing with the button of his crisp white shirt. She ignored the spark of disappointment in her chest when he pulled away. What was impossible to ignore was the sudden lack of warmth and her yearning to be as close to him as possible.
“Why not?” Harry asked, pushing slices of bread into the toaster and popping out slices of perfectly toasted brown goodness.
She wondered how he’d gotten so good at cooking. Surely a man of his stature could afford to hire a cook and a housekeeper?
“This feels like above and beyond what a normal sugar daddy would do for their baby,” Hermione said, wistfully running her hands over the books once more. She really, really wanted them, but had no desire to take advantage of his kindness.
“Our arrangement goes above and beyond what most sugar daddies ask of their babies. It’s a two way street, Miss Granger,” Harry replied, smearing butter on the slices of toast before piling two pieces on both their plates. He pulled the chair next to her and sat down on it.
“I guess I don’t feel like I’ve done anything to earn it, I guess,” Hermione whispered, sheepishly climbing into his lap when he silently patted his thighs. She had no idea how she knew that was what he wanted, but he clearly appeared pleased. She gave him a shy smile and wiggled her bum on his lap, settling herself into a comfortable position.
“Hermione, for the first time in… years,” Harry whispered, picking up the fork on her plate and slowly starting to feed her the delicious eggs. She nearly moaned as the first morsel entered her mouth.
Fuck. Can someone get a foodgasm?!
“and so I… darling, are you listening?” Harry asked, playfully smacking her breast with his free hand.
This time around there was no stopping Hermione’s moan. “I-oh! Yes! Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, her cheeks darkening.
“Liar,” Harry hissed. “A tanned ass should get rid of all these bad habits, Miss Granger,” Harry teased, resuming feeding the ravenous girl her breakfast.
“I didn’t know I had more than one, sir,” Hermione replied cheekily. She accepted the toast he offered, glad to have something to occupy her hands and mouth with. She arched her back to press her breasts into his waiting hand as she nibbled on the toast, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers sank into her soft flesh.
“You disappeared without telling me this morning. Your bed was empty, the playroom and your bathroom were deserted. To make matters worse, your suitcase was still in the living room so I presumed the worst. I thought now that you’d seen the real me… I disgusted you,” he whispered.
The hurt in his voice caused her heart to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. If she had thought she wasn’t worthy of the books before, she was now certain of that fact. She had agreed to a contract that asked her to kneel by his bed and greet him when he woke up. What had she done after everything he had done for her? Slunk off to regale her best friend with boasts of their night together so the secretly vain part of her could prove Ginny wrong.
‘Sex work isn’t for everyone. The Girlfriend Experience is even harder to pull off. I don’t think you can do it, Hermione.’
Guess what, Gin? You were right again. It’s day one and I’m already the worst sugar baby in the world, she thought bitterly.
“I’m sorry. I keep screwing everything up. I’m so sorry,” Hermione whispered, tears streaming down her face. It was as if years of repressed trauma had suddenly decided to make an appearance and she angrily wiped her cheeks, determined not to make a bad situation worse by having a breakdown in his house on his lap.
He’s paying for sexy, not sad and pathetic.
“Everything?” Harry asked, utterly confused. His eyes widened in alarm at the sound of the first sob and he abandoned breakfast and playing with her boobs in favor of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into the tightest hug imaginable. “It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. I’m here. You didn’t screw anything up. Everything is fine,” he whispered, gently rocking them on the chair.
“You’re not angry?” Hermione asked through her tears. They were still streaming down her round cheeks in an unstoppable torrent, staining his pristine white shirt in the process.
Yet another thing I destroyed. My home. My family. Daddy’s shirt. Story of my life.
“I’m furious.”
Hermione nodded and tried to wiggle out of his hold so she could collect her things and leave without making a fuss, but he didn’t let go, making any movement impossible.
“A dominant doesn’t replace their submissive every time she makes a mistake, darling,” Harry whispered, gently rubbing her chest as her sobs slowly petered out. “If we did, we’d all run out of submissives in a week. If you screw up, I punish you. I don’t stop caring for you.”
“Even if it’s a really big mistake?”
“Even if it’s a really big mistake. For those epic fuck-ups, say for example, disappearing the entire morning without a note and driving me out of my mind with worry, I will bend you over our beautiful dining table, take off my belt and make sure you can’t sit on any hard surfaces for a week. I won’t throw you out on the street,” Harry whispered, loosening his hold on her only to cup her cheeks and tilt her face up in his direction.
“Ever?” Hermione asked, her warm brown eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Ever,” he promised, before grinning and attacking her face with his lips. He peppered her wet cheeks with kisses, playfully licking away the last of her tears.
“Siiiiiiir,” Hermione squealed, twisting and thrashing to escape the oncoming barrage of affection. “No! I haven’t brushed!” she exclaimed, turning around in his hold to stop him from kissing her lips.
“Miss Granger, I know you are a virgin but-”
“WAS,” Hermione interjected, cutting him off. “I have been reliably informed I got dicked down to within an inch of my life last night,” she continued, her fingers running over one of the other two boxes.
“Is that so?” Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“That is the general consensus, yes,” Hermione replied with a grin. She pulled the unopened boxes towards her. Both were smaller than the first one. Which, if she was being honest, was a relief because she didn’t think she could handle any more extravagant gifts.
“Why don’t you open them?”
Hermione nodded and undid both their bows before pushing aside the lid of the box on the right. She picked up the Credit Card and the small money pouch, turning to him in confusion.
“For you. The card for muggle expenses. The pouch is linked to my personal Gringotts account. There are also some promissory notes in the box that are backed up by the Potter Family Accounts and should work anywhere in Diagon Alley.”
Fuck.
“I… I thought I was going to receive a set amount each week,” Hermione whispered hoarsely, running her numb fingers over the card.
Why was he being so kind to her?
“I’m a busy man, Miss Granger, and you’re not a small child to whom I dole out pocket money. I can think of a thousand better ways to spend our Sundays together. One of which, ironically, involves you giving me an account of all your spending that week while you’re being edged.”
“Do you do this for all your sugar babies?” Hermione asked, still unable to believe the deluge of gifts from him. She was almost afraid to open the final box.
Given the way things are going, I bet it's a diamond necklace, she thought deliriously.
“Only the ones I trusted to be judicious with money. I trust you completely, Mione. Don’t ask me why, but I get the feeling that in another life, you and I would have been the closest of friends,” Harry murmured, kissing her cheek.
“I won’t be wasteful,” Hermione promised.
“I know you won’t. Why don’t you open the third box so we can get to clearing the table?”
“It’s not an insanely expensive diamond necklace, is it?”
“I like you, Miss Granger,” Harry said in an amused tone. “But not that much.”
Hermione giggled and opened the third box, her mouth falling open in surprise once more. It was something entirely unexpected.
“It’s your starter kit. To begin your training,” Harry explained, resting his chin on her shoulder. He watched her study the contents of the box with wide eyes, the girl taking her time to inspect every item and toy in it.
“To be your perfect submissive?” Hermione asked, tracing the scarlet and brown collar. The soft leather sunk under the slightest pressure of her finger. It was exquisite craftsmanship, and she had to wonder if he had a special starter set made for every sugar baby. She was certain the emerald set in the pommel of the butt plug was the real deal.
It matches the color of his eyes.
A piece of him on her body, everywhere she went. The thought of it made her giddy with excitement.
“Yes. Once I put them on you, you can only take them off with my permission.”
Hermione nodded. “I understand. Can we do it now?”
“Now?” Harry asked. “You’ll need to take off half the stuff to shower, little one. Why don’t we wait until after your bath?”
“Please?” Hermione begged quietly, tilting her head to look up at him with the cutest puppy eyes she could muster. “I like the symbolism. You accepted me emotionally. This seals the deal physically.”
“Hard to argue with that logic, kitten.” Harry laughed at her excited fist pump. “You really want this. May I ask why?”
Hermione shrugged. “I’ve always been an outcast. It feels nice to finally belong.”
“Even if it's to someone?”
“You keep saying I’m yours, sir, but I don’t see your collar around my neck,” Hermione teased, tilting her head further to accentuate her bare neck.
Harry rolled his eyes. “One of these days I’m going to get fed up with you talking back and gag you for an entire day for some blessed silence,” he scolded with a fond smile. “Now get off my lap and go stand by the other end of the table, kitten.”
Hermione grinned and hopped off his lap, squealing as he grabbed the opportunity when it presented itself and spanked her ass. “Hey! No fair!”
“That disobedient ass is mine, Miss Granger. You’re lucky I don’t drag it to the office and spank you right in front of the potential investors I’m meeting today,” Harry growled, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Maybe you should,” Hermione shot back, wiping off the last of her tears with her sleeve. She bent over the heavy oak table, arching her back as much as she could. Her round ass was raised high in the air, the old, too-small for her skirt hugging her curves and leaving nothing to imagination. Including the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I bet they’ll take one look at this cute tush and give you double what you’re asking for.”
She wasn’t sure where her courage was coming from. With him, she didn’t feel like awkward, bookish Hermione anymore. He made her feel smart and sexy, a gorgeous goddess to be worshipped and fucked into oblivion.
“And where are your panties, Miss Granger?” Harry asked, dragging the box of goodies with him as he made his way over to her. “My office has a very strict dress code.”
“Oh no!” Hermione batted her thick eyelashes innocently. She pushed her finger between her pink lips, making sure he could see her suck on the digit. “I seem to have forgotten them today. Please, sir, I’ll do anything! I really need this job.” If they were going to roleplay, she was going to go all in.
Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion before breaking out into a grin as he cottoned on to what she was doing. “If you still want to be my secretary, Miss Granger,” Harry murmured, slowly pulling up her skirt and tucking it into its own waistband, leaving her bare for him from her hips to her soles. “You’ll need to break a few rules.”
“I can’t break any more rules, sir!” Hermione squealed, pretending to be distressed. “Because then I’ll have to perform more favors for those broken rules and those favors might break other rules. I’ll be trapped in a never ending cycle!”
“Are you opposed to being… trapped with me?” Harry whispered. He didn’t waste any time, his fingers making a beeline for her wet slit.
She was about to say yes when his finger started to trace the rim of her pussy, teasing her with the barest of simulation. “N-nooooo,” she moaned. “Fuck! Keep me here forever, sir!”
“Now that’s the kind of spirit we look for in this company, Miss Granger,” Harry grinned, pulling out the bottle of lube from the box with his free hand.
“I’m a team player, sir,” Hermione smiled coyly, rutting her hips against the table partly to force his finger inside her needy womanhood and partly to clap her firm asscheeks together for his viewing pleasure.
“And what if I don’t like to share?” Harry ignored her disappointed groan as he pulled his hand away from her pussy, using it instead to spread her cheeks and expose her tight, puckered hole.
“Then I’m happy to inform you that I’m also a massive suck-up to those in positions of authority. Both literally and figuratively,” Hermione answered cheekily, looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. “O-oh! That’s warm!” she exclaimed in surprise, clenching her muscles reflexively as the warm liquid dribbled down her ass.
“Fantastic, isn’t it?” Harry asked, picking up the tiny butt plug.
“Mhm!” Hermione nodded, a steady trickle of her arousal now tracing its way down her slender legs.
“It’s why I’m such an eager investor in Fred and George’s store. Nearly everything they dream up is absolutely amazing,” Harry murmured, gently pushing the plug into her tight asshole. Her walls immediately resisted against the intrusion and she trembled with panic, convinced her stupid body would ruin this moment for them.
“Relax, kitten,” Harry whispered, resting his free hand on her back. He pushed her loose blouse up to her neck, gently rubbing her bare skin to reassure her. “The more you panic, the harder this will be. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, sir,” Hermione whispered, closing her eyes as she felt herself floating away in that headspace where she felt oh-so free.
I’m his princess, she reminded herself.
Harry would take care of her.
“Then let loose and relax,” Harry murmured, pushing the cold metal tip of the plug against her puckered hole once more.
“Yes, sir,” Hermione mumbled, her body now feeling like jell-o. “Oh, god!” she groaned as he slipped the plug inside her ass, only the emerald visible in between her buttcheeks. “I feel like I ate a ten course meal,” Hermione mumbled, reaching back to feel the gem. “So full.”
“One day, you’re going to say that when I stuff that tight little hole with my cock,” Harry teased, causing her to shiver in anticipation.
“Pl-please,” she stuttered, begging for relief when he grabbed a bunchful of her hair and pulled her up against his chest.
“Please what?” Harry murmured, fishing out the collar from the box. It had a small plaque dangling from it that declared her ‘Daddy’s Princess’, a title that made her quiver with excitement. “Use your big girl words, kitten.” He wrapped the soft leather around her slender neck, officially collaring her and claiming her as his. She wondered if she’d ever have the confidence or courage to have him collar her in front of an audience. “It’s been charmed to appear like an ordinary necklace to muggles. For visits to the magical world, you can wear the choker,” Harry whispered, nodding to the simple band of emerald green that lay in the box.
Hermione nodded, too overwhelmed to be able to speak.
Harry picked up the next item from the box, a small case containing two strange silver bars. “Piercings,” Harry whispered, nodding to her bare breasts. Her rosy peaks had hardened due to a combination of her arousal and the cold morning air and his cock twitched at the thought of spending an afternoon lazily sucking on them. He pushed the thought from his mind, reminding himself that he had to teach her the basics of petplay before they tried anything as kinky as hucow play.
She shook her head, finally mustering the will to speak through the delightful haze that had settled on her mind. “No, please,” she whispered, raising her hand and weakly grabbing his wrist to stop him.
“They’re just temporary, kitten. Charmed to slip around your nipples and charmed to fall off with a single click.”
“I want the real deal,” Hermione whispered shyly.
“Mione are you-”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure, sir,” Hermione murmured, pressing her ass against his rock hard cock and slowly shifting until he could feel the hard jewel of her plug rubbing against his tip through his trousers. A reminder of the lengths she had gone to to be his perfect pet, and the lengths she was still willing to go to. “I’m an overthinker. It’s what I do. I’ve wanted piercings ever since Lavender showed me hers in the Seventh Year. I never had the courage or the money to get them, but now, getting them for such a special occasion… getting them for you, it feels like it was meant to be,” Hermione whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She twisted in his hold, deciding to worship his body as best she could. She peppered his tanned neck with kisses as he tossed the fake piercings back into the box.
“I’ll schedule an appointment and take you, princess.”
“Thank you, master,” Hermione breathed. “What’re the two vials for?” she asked, unable to help her curiosity.
“The Nekomini Experience and the Hucow Experience. Just two fun little things I cooked up in our lab on a slow afternoon,” Harry murmured, biting her lower lip to stifle his groans. “F-fuck, Mione, you need to stop,” he whispered, his manhood now throbbing as a result of her incessant grinding.
“Don’t worry, master,” Hermione murmured, bouncing on his cock. She dry-humped him as best she could given their positions but resolved to finish him off by going down on him as soon as he relaxed enough to loosen his grip. “I’ll take care of you before you leave. I’ll be quick. We can’t have such an important man going to work frustrated,” she said, looking at him playfully.
“Princess, sometimes… shit… that feels so good,” Harry whispered, his lips parted in a low groan. “You give me whiplash…”
“Sometimes I give myself whiplash,” Hermione whispered, twisting out of his grip and sinking to her knees. “There’s this playful goddess buried underneath all the trauma and she only feels safe coming out around you. But sometimes she gets shy and you have to coax her back out,” Hermione whispered, unzipping his bespoke trousers. She leaned forward when she pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles, moaning in delight as his throbbing manhood sprang free and slammed against her chin. “I… I don’t think that’ll ever get old,” she gasped, reaching up to feel the precum staining her cheek.
Harry buried his hands in her hair but let her be in the driver’s seat. She had decided this was to be her first act of service as his collared pet and he was curious to see how she’d fare.
She dived in without hesitation, the pleasant haze of her Subspace eliminating any inhibitions or shyness she otherwise might have had.
“I… I think I like this playful goddess. Oh god!” Harry groaned, his hold in her hair tightening. His nails left thin trails on her scalp as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and impaled herself on his cock without any prelude. The sting of the scratches only heightened her state of mind and she let herself give in to the frenzy until a single thought remained.
Must. Please. Master, she thought, choking around his veiny shaft as his tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged, looking up at him through lidded eyes and silently begging for help in her task.
No help was forthcoming. “Remember what I taught you,” Harry whispered, caressing her hair. “Relax. If you need something to occupy your hands, try my balls,” he advised.
Hermione glanced at the hands trying to push his thighs away in a futile effort to rebel against her own mind.
“I’ll happily train your throat every day, kitten, but you started this as an act of service and this is how you must finish it. Do you want to safeword?” Harry asked kindly.
Hermione glared at him, her face morphing into an expression of determination. She took a deep breath, moved her hands to the cum-engorged orbs hanging below his massive cock and began to sink down on his shaft once more, all while making sure she didn’t take her eyes off of her dominant.
“H-oly… ohhhhh!” Harry groaned as Hermione forced herself down on his entire length. She buried her nose in his crotch, gagging and drooling uncontrollably around his manhood, thick trails of her saliva coating his cock. Some of it even flew around and slammed onto her nose and forehead. Even then she did not relent, continuing to look up at her Harry with pure adoration as she worshiped his cock.
“F… fuck… what’s gotten into you?” Harry groaned, pulling on her hair harshly. She moaned around his cock at the sudden sting, the sound causing her throat to flutter around his shaft. “Oh god, please,” he mumbled, unable to believe his inexperienced sugar baby was seconds away from causing him to lose control for the first time in his life. Who needed technique when they had enthusiasm like hers?
Hermione pulled away for air, slowly running her tongue over her saliva-coated, swollen lips. “I want to worship you,” she declared hoarsely, rolling his balls between her fingers. “I want you to remember me whenever you look at a woman,” she growled. “So take me. Fuck me. Claim me!”
That was the last straw for Harry. His determination and legendary self-control finally broke, the man using his grip in her hair to push her back down on his cock.
Hermione hummed around his shaft as fucked her face, swirling her tongue around his throbbing veins as his tip hit the back of her throat with every thrust, eliciting her gag reflex. She was drooling uncontrollably, the ruthless pace causing her drool to fly around and slam into everything from his perfect abs to her heaving breasts. Her face was an utter mess, what little makeup that remained now running down her cheeks and intermingling with his precum and her own saliva.
“You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine!” Harry roared as they locked eyes, both pairs carrying in them the same burning determination. She squeezed his balls, causing a strangled gasp to escape his throat.
Harry pushed deep inside her one last time, holding her with her nose pushed up against his crotch as he exploded in her.
Hermione swallowed as best she could, but the amount was still too much for her enthusiastic (but still inexperienced) mouth and Harry pulled her free of his cock when she choked. He finished on her face, grinning when she tilted her head up to ensure she caught all of his seed. If she couldn’t have it in her, she sure as hell wanted to make sure it ended up ON her.
“You’re a marvel, Hermione Granger,” Harry whispered, looking at the mess of a girl kneeling under his table with a mixture of adoration and admiration.
“You know, that’s the first time someone has given me a compliment that doesn’t involve homework or books,” Hermione murmured hoarsely, closing her eyes as the last rope of his cum coated her face diagonally from forehead to jaw. “Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you, princess,” Harry murmured, reaching out for his wand to clean himself. He pushed the part of his shirt that had ridden up back down, before bending to pull his trousers back up.
“Can I just sit here for a bit?” Hermione asked, glad he hadn’t taken it on himself to clean her. She liked what she was feeling and wanted to capture it for as long as possible.
“Yes. As long as you finish unpacking your stuff by the time I get back. Your new term starts from next week and I want you ready with everything.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir. Have a good day at work,” she said with a radiant smile.
Harry responded with a grin of his own. “With a morning like this? I’m about to have a fantastic day.” With a pat to her head he left for work, whistling a happy tune and leaving his new kitten to her cum-soaked nook under the table and her fantasies.
Notes:
So, this turned out to be a long chapter! Thank you for all your suggestions and requests! The beauty of this story is that we can feasibly explore them all in a way that makes sense! I came home from the hospital today, and I have a MASSIVE backlog of chapters to edit. I figured you'd all rather wait a day or two than read subpar stuff, so if your favorite story hasn't been updated this week yet, I only ask that you give me till Thursday/Friday cause I'm still weak and recovering.
Comments
Matlef
It's a great story! Would love to see some bondage as well, perhaps rope or predicament bondage.
R. Collins
Hermione in this fic is my muse rn. I'm glad you are enjoying the story!
Matlef
Really enjoying the mix of fluff and smut in this chapter. Still curious about their respective pasts. And Hermione clearly needs all the hugs and support, followed by a fun spanking.
R. Collins
I am setting up my Discord Server and my Google Drive (both or one should be ready by next week!) so you can use the server or my email there to send it! I had planned to roll it out this week, things just had to be placed on backburner.
Rann Organa
Is there a way I could send you a picture of a pretty lady with stud piercings in all three spots?
R. Collins
Thanks! You're a swell person. The thing is I'm not too experienced with writing piercings, so I want to do what I do with every new thing I write. Dip my toe in to get a feel for things so I can write them realistically. That's why I am starting out with simple stud/ring piercings with the possibility of more once I get more comfortable writing them and if my other readers want them too!
Rann Organa
Yeah, All I can do is ask. Link is removed as per your request.
R. Collins
The former, definitely, the latter I can't make any promises will happen! Also, did you see the DM I sent with a request to slightly edit your OG comment?
Rann Organa
TBH, piercings wise, if Hermione had her nipples pierced in such a way that she can swap between rings and studs and she had a charmed or not V stud in her clit hood, I'd be a happy chappy. Those are the sort of piercings that I like the most.
R. Collins
I don't think she will be getting a lot of piercings (simply because I don't like to lean too hard in any one direction as a writer) but I do agree about the rings. I think she will switch between the two as the occasion calls for it!
Rann Organa
I'm glad Hermione will be getting some piercings. Personally, I prefer nipple rings of women but some ladies look better with studs (IMHO, Horizontal nipple piercings as they can be swapped for rings whenever wanted.) Perhaps Hermione could get a Vertical stud in her clit hood which could be charmed with a contraceptive spell? Maybe also she could get her labia pierced with rings/grommets/at all depending upon Author/Reader/Character preference? Last but not least, how about Harry training Hermione in the Gorean Slave positions? See: (NSFW) (link removed at creator's request.) for examples (NSFW) of the positions.
