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Daddy's little girl
Hermione hesitates. There is no need for her to read it again. She had memorised the whole thing, rows of numbers and names, graphics for better visualisation.
At only sixteen, Hermione is shaping out to become one of the best arithmancers in the wizarding world and a serious academic in the muggle world. She smiled at herself, proud of her accomplishments. She owned it all to her parents. Their decision of withdrawing her from Hogwarts after the troll incident and instead signing her up for the Ministry and ICW distance learning program, as well as re enrolling her in her old school had paid off beautifully.
No, there has been no mistake. Hermione knows her numbers, knows they do not lie. Her work is flawless.
The problem was not that her life did not turn out what she had hoped for. Definitely not what she wanted. She supposed it could have been worse. Had she fucked around to find out at the wizarding world, chances are she would have gotten married soon after Hogwarts to the first wizard that showed her a passing interest. God forbid if it was one of the ginger menaces. Then she would have been stuck for the rest of her life, like a good part of the wizarding world. Divorce was a bad word around those parts.
Hogwarts was…a disappointment. After years of isolation due to her tenacious and studious nature, Hermione had hoped to find like minded people there. She went above and beyond to make it work. She managed to make some tentative friendships on the train. She forced herself to be sorted into Gryffindor because she was under the assumption Minerva McGonagal would act as a mentor of sorts, but it was all for naught.
Gryffindor was full of bullies acting under the impression they were either pranksters or good guys fighting the good fight. The whole school was a “ boys will be boys'' affair. Hermione soon found herself isolated, a virtual pariah. Her housemates looked down on her. The ravenclaws resented her because she was ravenclaw material, but had obviously convinced the sorting hat against it.
Rejections stung.
The Slytherins hated Hermione for her blood, racists fuckers that they were, and the Hufflepuffs simply had no use for a girl that made hard work look a bad idea.
Then, the troll incident happened. Harry Potter and that odious Weasley boy managed to save Hermione somehow. The damage, however, had been done. She tried to argue against it, but her parents decided Hogwarts was not the right place for their one and only. In an effort to placate their daughter, the Grangers invited Harry Potter to spend the Christmas holidays with them. Against all odds, the boy accepted.
Harry Potter had cried when he was told he would have a room only for him. Ethan Granger felt something was off. While his wife took Hermione outside to try on some new dresses she had bought, Mr Granger sat down with Harry and learned a lot about his miserable life. Enough to decide to foster him. They had enough money to afford and had always wanted more children anyway.
Dumbledore made a fuss about it. However, since Harry Potter had been placed in the muggle world by his own hand for over ten years, even the wizarding laws concerning family matters were on the Grangers side. They eventually reached an agreement: Harry would return to Hogwarts and the Grangers would become his guardians if they were to buy the house next to the boy´s aunt. It was a semi detached house in a good, but unremarkable neighbourhood. It had a backyard and a two car garage. The Grangers lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom city apartment in one of the upper scale London districts. The house, though a good investment, would be a downgrade.
However, not only they would get to keep Harry, but also their family would benefit from the magical protection associated with the blood wards Dumbledore had cast at Privet Drive number 7. The sale went through and the Grangers spent their first eastern break together as a family of four in the following year.
When they drove Harry to the Platform, Hermione was not entirely surprised that Nelville was the only one who came to say hello to her. She was not sad though. To her, she had the best of both worlds. She got a second hand Hogwarts experience through Harry while also focusing on her education outside where she was two years ahead both due to her September birth, which had made her eligible for an early entry, and her own intelligence.
Things came to a head during Harry´s third year. Sirius Black, they were told, was a vicious criminal. Only he was not. The Ministry had sent Dementors to capture an innocent man. Mr and Mrs Granger forced Dumbledore's hand. Deal with your mess, they said. The Headmaster had, after all, allowed a murderer among children for more than decade.
Helen Grangers´s argument shocked the Hogwarts Faculty.
“Can you imagine the things that Peter Pettigrew could have done with the children in the dorms at night when he could shape shift?”
For once, Dumbledore threw his weight around. Sirius was granted a trial and exonerated. Peter Pettigrew was kissed and the Minister personally lost so much of his political capital with the paedophilic implications of the scandal that he had to resign. His horrible Under Secretary tried to grab power in his absence but she was found out to be a half blood liar. For once, the racial prejudices of the wizarding world spared them of a destiny worse than death. Before the school year ended, nobody would ever hear of Dolores Umbridge again.
Harry Potter fourth year at Hogwarts had a great start. He made friends with Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw a year behind him, and took the Creevey brothers under his wing. Had it not been for hermione´s mother´s influence and advices, she would have written Luna off as an eccentric girl with crazy ideas.
But Hogwarts had taught Hermione she could not go on rubbing her excellence on people's noses without taking away the spotlight from others and suffering the consequences of her thoughtlessness. “Nobody likes a show off, Hermione. “ her mother told her one day and added she too had to make an effort not to be too judgmental of others, especially girls. “ The world is not that kind to us, sweetheart, the least we can do is to try and be kind to one another. There is nothing wrong in being girlie and silly. You should not shame others for being different from you.”
Unfortunately, this was also the year when Ethan Granger died unexpectedly. A car accident after leaving a football match. This crushing event changed the lives of everyone around Hermione and it was the cause of her present concerns.
Helen Granger was almost fifteen years younger than Ethan. She was a daughter of immigrants. Mother from Ireland, father came with the Windrush to drive a bus. Roisin O'Shea had raised the biracial girl all by herself after Cecil´s death. Only later when Hermione's mother started dating Sirius Black and he took her to his family´s island in the Caribbean, was that they found out her dad was a born wizard, but his magic had been bound when he was just nine years old, a common procedure at orphanages in the colonies.
Hermione pretty much considered herself a muggleborn, but technically she was not.
Technically, nobody was muggleborn. But wizards would not listen ,would they?
She had, so far, made her life in the muggle world, with occasional overlaps with the magical one. For instance, Hermione had decided to specialise in the field of statistical inference. The closest one could get from arithmancy.
The problem was, Hermione had to find a way to support herself. She had more financial responsibilities. She would need additional income.
Hermione's mother was now a Black. She was pregnant a second time already. They had moved away from England. Too much scrutiny after Harry´s adventure at the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord had been weaker in his ridiculous baby form. Harry had defeated him again, but at great cost. Dumbledore would not tell, but kept saying it was not over, Sirius told him to fuck off and call them when he had proof. They all packed up and went to Australia.
Hermione had refused to go. “ I am just in my first semester at University. I cannot ask for a transfer without losing my credits. “ She stood her ground. She argued she was not at risk. She lived in muggle London. She had acquaintances at Hogwarts, yes, but both Luna and Nelville had moved away too. Nobody in a position to harm her remembered about her.
Sixteen was the age of consent. She could be prosecuted by Law and face the responsibilities for her actions. All she needed from her mother was her legal blessing. “If that is what you want, sweetheart…”
“Don't worry. I can live well with the money dad left me.” Hermione assured her mother. They had been quite well off when Ethan Granger was alive, both parents working as dentists. But now Helen was staying at home to raise her children. She had come from nothing and Ethan too. They took loans to open their practice. Then, there was the mortgage. When she was growing up, her parents focused on offering her what they had not: economic security. But they were not rich.
“You can always come back and always ask us for help if you are in need. '' Hermione knew she could. But to a certain extent. Harry ´s parents had left him enough to pay for his education and some family heirlooms. He had to go through rehabilitation and Sirius was footing the bill. His own assets were tied to real estate. He was wealthy on paper, but had no liquidly, not to mention he also a series of medical ailments after a decade imprisoned, and children of his own to support.
Helen had insisted on paying for the taxes and the apartment with her own share of Ethan´s inheritance. She just had enough left to buy property in Australia, a very expensive place and the necessary for applying for visas.
Hermione was spread thin. She refused to sell the apartment where they had been happy as a family once. Houses were very difficult to get rid of. The realtor said one or two years , unless she wanted to sell at a loss, which she did not.
It was her mentor, Professor Maia, a lovely woman her mother´s age, also something like a maths whiz herself, that gave Hermione the idea.
“You know, when I was your age I was working and studying at New York University, it is stressful but can be done.
Hermione nods, but says nothing about her age. Professor Maia does not know she just turned sixteen. She is just entering the second semester, she is supposed to be eighteen.
“What kind of job?”
“Waitressing, mostly, “ Professor Maia is a very beautiful woman, Hermione looks up to her. Maths and sciences in general is still dominated by men, which explains the older woman's fondness for the younger. “ It only became too little pay for too much effort around my second year. I was on full scholarship, but coming from a one income home and with mom still raising my two brothers, I felt I had to send money over.”
Hermione knew her situation could not compare, Professor Maia was speaking about helping her mother pay for basic necessities. She had the luxury of trying to keep afloat while co owning real estate.
But she also had two brothers now, and her mother had done so much...to try and convince her to sell founded like a defeat.
“So, what did you do then?”
“I started dancing. It was not something to be proud of back then, but it was not also something to be ashamed. I heard it is becoming mainstream now. Exotic dancing, pole dancing…you can make your own hours, the tips are good. It is, technically speaking, sex work, but without the sex part if you dont want it.”
When things got really, really bad though…” there was always the dungeon. I was kind of interested in the lifestyle, though not as much as to actively and fully be part of it. Just something I would do to get some kicks and to have some money. I had this guy once come over with this Vivienne Westwood styletos, offering me 500 dollars so I could step on him wearing it. “ she took a sip of her tea before adding with a smile. “ still got the shoes. “
Hermione was intrigued. She was inexperienced, but not without a healthy curiosity when it came to sex. She knew she would not be a boring person in bed, she had way too many fantasies for that. Maybe it was a family trait. She still remembered the sounds coming out of her parents bedroom. She did not even bat an eye when she discovered that Sirius was helping her mom grief with his cock. She believed women deserved their orgasms.
After that meeting, Hermione stopped by a library and in the next few days, she read a lot about kinks. She discovered an extreme affinity for the submission side of the spectrum. It made so much sense. She had always liked to follow specific directives, always looked up for figures of authority in her life. She wanted to be cherished, and loved. She wanted a connection with someone that understood her and accepted her. A childhood dealing with rejection had made her extremely susceptible to praise and positive reinforcement.
Hermione decided she could do the sugar daddy thing. Not only the financial aspect of it, but the sexual one. Sirius had given her full access to Grimmauld Place. Another piece of real estate best left as it was. It did not take long to realise her virginity and relative innocence was a goldmine. Dark Wizards valued it above all else and paid good money for it.
The more Hermione thought, the more she wanted something more out of this idea than merely auctioning her virginity. This could, potentially, open several doors for her. Sirius had managed to get Hermione's mother recognized as half blood witch. Her father having his magic bound did not negate the genetic aspect of magical inheritance. Helen was capable of wielding a wand. Sirius himself taught her the basics and Dumbledore was guilty of granting her the international witch passport.
A half-blood virgin witch in the market for a dom, potential dom daddy was sure to get the much desired attention Hermione was hoping for.
It helped that Hermione was considered quite beautiful. After the awkward phase and the initial bouts of self doubts, she had blossomed. She was petite and thin, which only added to the submissive little girl angle. She had learned how to style her wild curls and was quite flexible and athletic. Her mother had insisted on ballet when she was six . She dropped out before Hogwarts, but had always joined her parents at the club for jobs and swims.
The last question to answer was where exactly would she be best served. Hermione had signed for pole dance classes and after two lessons, her teacher approached her inviting her to go on the scene, also under the impression she was of age, reasoning she was just the body type they needed at the scene.
Hermione knew how well established and almost legit the scene was among muggles.This made the opportunity to simply dance at a club and only occasionally tap into the BDSM scene very interesting. Professor Maia had done that and managed to carve herself a career as an academic.
Although she had done that in New York…when it was time to apply for a masters, she moved to London.
Yes, maybe not a good idea. Too risky.
Hermione then went back to the idea of simply finding herself a wizard of ill repute and large pockets. She could continue to pursue her academic career in the muggle world without repercussions. If things got too bad, she could always leave without a trace. She would not be providing her real name. Sirius had trained her to occlude.
Yes, that is what I will do. Hermione threw herself back on the drawboard and started plotting. There were just a handful of Dark Wizards still at large after the last hurrah- or not, according to Dumbledore- of Voldemort. She knew some had even managed to slither away from Azkaban just this last month. They would surely be on the market for new and young flesh. If Sirius was any indication, they did not lose one ounce of their sexual drive there. If much, it just heightened their own predilections.
“Time to find myself a sugar daddy…”
***
Recently released from Azkaban on a technicality, Lucius Malfoy had to thread carefully. He assumed a much lower profile than he had during the years of Fudge´s administration, though he refused to lock himself in the splendour of his Manor. Lesser wizard's than him walked around with impunity at Diagon Alley, he did not see why he had to be any different.
He was pleased to see that some things do not change. Money still talked. The Daily Prophet could be counted on to offer a much softer version of the events. People had simply better things to do than to question legal decisions that did not directly affect their little lives.
Of course, some had sneered at him. But such reactions soon got old. Lucius had the discernment of knowing where he could go and where to avoid. This helped things immensely. He turned away from Diagon Alley and crossed to the wild side of Knockturn Alley to check on some old acquaintances. He did a bit of window shopping before stopping by Borgin and Burkes. There a lovely add on the clipboard caught his attention:
Young and innocent, half blood witch, untouched and unspoiled, seek the guidance of an assertive, older, dominant father figure to help her in all areas of her life. She is pliant, submissive, very pretty and would love nothing more than to establish a relationship of trust and obedience with a sugar daddy. Secrecy and discretion observed. A deep connection is valued above all other matters, provided the little girl´s material and emotional needs are met. She can be very naughty and demanding. Patience is (sometimes) a virtue. Terms to be discussed and a magical contract signed. Please, only write if you are really interested. Little Girl Lost, Po box 102 Gringotts
In his many years of debauchery, Lucius had never read such a tempting and interesting offer. He had, of course, bought virginal witches before, but discarded them after the deed was done and the blood collected. As with many in his circle, his marriage had been arranged. He grew fond of Narcissa. They were a team. They had a son. She kept his house. And that was all. Whenever he was in need of passion. Lucius sought it elsewhere.
The Dark Lord´s revels had always been quite boring frankly. Muggles could be as beautiful and responsive as any other witch but Lucius was not naturally cruel to even enjoy taking by force what he could have easily gotten without. Violence was fun as a digestif, as something you only use sparingly and only to highlight your abilities as an accomplished wizard. He did not see the point of brutality for brutality´s sake.
This was a very interesting idea indeed. Obviously, wizards had taken mistresses before, they had kept women at their side for their own pleasure and convenience. But the muggles had created a very sophisticated industry around sex. The closest they got in the wizarding world were the specialised brothels where you could make fantasies come true without questions or names, for a price.
What was being offered was quite ingenious. A young witch to be moulded into a submissive company by the hands of one wizard. An investment in pleasure.Lucius had time. Other than managing the estate, he only had a couple of meetings to attend every other week. A trip abroad here and there to sign documents. Nothing that would prevent him from taking a young thing under his wing.
Lucius loses no time. He writes
***
Hermione is incredibly nervous. She wants this to happen, she wants this to work. She stares at her image in the mirror. She usually opts for practical clothes with one or a couple of personal touches here and there. Comfortable jeans and tight black tank top with peacock feather earrings that Luna made her. Short black dress with knee high boots. This sort of thing.
But this is different. And important. She is looking for a daddy. She has to look pretty, but not overly made. Has to strike a balance. Enough there to entice, but a bit of a black slate.
This in terms of her appearance, of course. Hermione cannot change personalities. She is open to adapt, but not to forget who she is. She wants a career in academia. This arrangement can potentially be carried out in the future as long as it does not jeopardise her future.
Hermione has some dresses that Luna had made with her, about five of them. She had complimented the girl on her fashion sense one day, meaning that she was very confident to wear the hobo style without thinking about what others would say. Luna mentioned she had done it herself and offered to teach Hermione how to magically sew. They were spending some time together during an Eastern break and had nothing better to do on a rainy day.
It had been fun and Hermione would have liked to do more whimsical things like this, but then her dad died…
She tried the tie dye dress, but it was simply too tight around her breasts. The long and white hersey one with real flowers charmed and applied on the lapel looked too much. She wanted something simple for this first meeting.
Hermione was tempted to go with har sailor moon cosplay, but decided to share her love for the anime only after trust was established. It was too personal.
She eventually landed on an old dress she had inherited from grandma Roisin. It was a schiaparelli knockout. It was a black silk dress, knee long, with a flutter sleeve and a white lace embroidered neckline. She paired it with white socks that came a bit under her knees and simple black ballerina shoes with a bow.
The hair was relatively easy, Hermione had styled in a high bun, her long, brown curls falling three fingers above her shoulders. She looked pristine. The last touch was applying a pink lip balm that smelled like candy to her lips.
She had disillusioned herself to place the ad on Borgin and Burke. She would only remove it when she found a suitable daddy. There have been around five real replies. One she was sure to be from Arthur Weasley because he mentioned having experience being a dad and could provide her home cooked meals. Hemrione was not entirely certain the poor man understood she was actually looking for a sugar daddy, not a real one.
Only one of the replies had received an outstanding grade. Hermione had placed a couple of suitable offers on the back burner, but had elected to focus on the one that had checked most of her boxes:
Dear Little girl,
Your message deeply touched me. I am sorry you have been so lost in your short life, little girl. I would love nothing more than to meet you and, if we reach an accord, to guide you , teach you and care for you in the ways you need and deserve, I say that with the heaviest of hearts, for sometimes little girls misbehave and have to be punished. This will obviously be done with your best interests at heart.
As for me, I am a pure blood wizard coming from a very old and respectable family. Your assurances of discretion are most welcomed. I am in my middle forties and live a very pleasant , but lonely, life in the countryside .
When can we meet, little girl? I assume you can organise one of the discreet meeting rooms at Gringotts?
Yours lovingly, Papa L
She gets a little carried away after reading it, knees shaking, heart racing, It was…exactly what she wanted to hear after a hard day of work at the library.
Hermione wants to connect with Papa L, she truly does, but what if…they don´t? It will be an even disappointment than Hogwarts was.
***
Lucius arrives ten minutes before his appointment and gives his account manager the piece of parchment with the numbers of the room the little girl has booked.
“You will have an hour.” The goblin shows him his teeth. “ Must sign a magical non-disclosure agreement before entering. “
“It is not a problem. '' The harshest of the safety measures was asked by him and readily accepted by the little girl. He liked her already. “ I can wait outside while you organise the room.”
“You are a good client.” concedes the goblin. “ You may wait inside without additional charge.”
Lucius thanks the consideration and enters the room. He is nervous. It is a new feeling. He does not know how to act or to expect, but thankfully he does not have to wait much longer. She is there five minutes after him.
She is small. Petite. Lucius can see the swell of persky breasts under the adorable dress. She has full lips. She smeared some gloss over it. Lucius liked the effect. It indeed resembles the act of a child trying to look older, applying her mathers make up in a clumsy way.
She was not lying. She is young. Very young. But not pretty. Beautiful. Her hair is curly and lovely. Her eyes warm and yes, innocent. Her smile is a bit playful. “ Hi there.” she greets him awkwardly, not knowing how to address him properly.
I will teach her. “ Pleased to meet you, little girl. You may take a seat.”
He dwarves her even further when he moves to pull the chair to her. Her skin is a pale honey, her hair, almond and her eyes golden brown.
In every way, they are at contrast. Lucius can feel her magic. She is as light as she comes. She is delicious . “ Now that we signed the non-disclosure contract, we can introduce ourselves by name. I am Lucius Malfoy, at your service.”
“Hermione Granger.” she says nervously before adding she knew of him. “ I saw your picture in the Daily Prophet two months ago.”
A polite way of acknowledging Lucius Malfoy, despite his pedigree, is a former convict. “If you have second thoughts…”
“No, no '' she answers nervously. “ I didn't mean to imply I had. I am sorry.”
“That is alright, little girl. "Even though he now knows her name, Lucius likes to call her that. “ Do you mind if I address you this way?”
“No, not at all…I mean we are here to, agree or disagree on things, yes?” She then pulls from a beaded bag a parchment. “ I made a list of things I am comfortable with…pointers, you know. You can add your likes and dislikes to it.”
“You are very meticulous and assiduous. A good student, I assume?”
She nods, visibly proud. “ Yes. I am at university and I do the equivalency at ICW. In a couple of years, hopefully, I will have a Master in Arithmancy.”
That both impressed and pleased Lucius. “ You are a very accomplished young lady, Hermione. Ravenclaw I presume?”
“Oh no…I received my Hogwarts letter, but we ended up opting for the tutoring and long distance program.”
She does not know Draco then. “A pity. Hogwrats lost a great addition to their ranks.”
“You are very kind…Sir.”
Lucius finally took a look at her list. The table was arranged to have a pincher of water, two classes, parchment, ink and quill for too, but Lucius always carried his own with him. He started making some notes and then returned Hermione the parchment,
“As you can see, little girl, we are very compatible. “
She would never carry gold on her when they were together. She would enjoy shop trips if Lucius wanted to take her and was open to hold his hand in public spaces, but her main concern was regarding her studies. She hoped to travel to attend seminars and conferences and was counting on her sugar daddy to foot the bill. He could, if he wanted, join her on these events, as long as he did not interfere directly with her attendance.
Her family lived abroad and she met most of her friends and work colleagues during business hours on weekdays. Occasionally, she would meet people for leisure activities, about once every two weeks. Other than that, she would be entirely free and at her sugar daddy´s disposal .
The agreement was entirely of a personal nature. Any involvement she might have or opinions about politics for instance, were hers. For instance, Lucius could not tell her who to vote for.
She was a virgin. She had only ever provided a couple of boys with hand and oral stimulation. Neither had offered to do the same for her. She was truly unspoiled and untouched. She could be persuaded to share, though not her natural inclination, was keen on using toys and playing scenes and other fantasies. She would absolutely not deal with animals, real children and human excrements, all things Lucius also would not want.
Lucius would be free to set rules she would have to live by; she in turn, would set her limits. She suggested they use the red, yellow and green system of consent, but was happy if he came up with his own words. She understood she would be physically punished if she misbehaved. They would have to agree on the transgressions and punishments. Nothing that would leave permanent damage to her body, soul or mind. Rewards are at Lucius discretion.
From his part, Lucius absolutely refused to have his little girl have boyfriends while in a relationship with him. He would provide her with an apartment he would visit any time he wanted. She would have the use of one of his house elves. There would be a curfew and she would have to keep him informed of her schedule and any changes related to it. He wanted to keep updated on her school assignments and be consulted in any matter related to her career. If required, she would have to accompany him to events. Any changes in her appearance had to be informed.
“ I agree, Sir…” she looked uncertain for a moment. “ How should I be calling you when we are alone?”
“Either papa or daddy. Lucius when we have company. “ they still had some details to discuss, but lucius was growing tired of all this talking. “ Would you come and sit on my lap, little girl?”
“Yes, papa. '' The word rolls very naturally. She is very sweet. Lucius can't help but to smile. Under such a cute dress, her small body is all grown up. He can feel her meaty, tight arse bumping into his cock, It twitches as she sits and giggles. “ It is big, daddy.”
“That is true, little girl.” he replies smugly. Malfoy men have been blessed in many ways. This is one of them. “ Are you afraid, sweetheart?”
“No, I know you will take care of me. "His hand lands over her legs, Lucius notices how her legs do not touch the ground, so small that she is. “ You are, yes? You will make it good?”
“It will hurt a little, sweetheart, but papa will make it worth it.”
“A bit of pain is good.” she replies and giggles. “ I am sorry, I am being naughty. “
“No, you're being a very good girl, made for daddy and daddy only. “Lucius leans in and kisses the crook of her neck and he can feel the immediate effect it has on her as she lets a moan escape and rubs herself on his cock. “ Now, you are being naughty. We are in a bank, sweetheart! Daddy cannot leave with a hard on, can he?”
“Sorry, daddy. she says and stops moving immediately after being reprimanded. “It is just that you are so handsome. I cannot wait for you to take me. “
“All in due time, sweetheart. '' Lucius gives her a tiny, little kiss, close to her bottom lip. She is flushed. “We better ask my account manager to come. We need to discuss our contract.”
“Okay, papa.”
***
Hermione moves into her new apartment the very next day.
She has a very busy morning. Miky, the house elf, helps her with packing her things. Her curiosity leads her to make several questions, Miky is not employed in the way that Dobby was. It sounds like some sort of symbiotic relationship. Apparently, a wizard's magic boosts the elvish magic and grants the species all sorts of boons, physical and emotional.
Hermione is not very sure. It does not sound bad per se, but Dobby had relished in his freedom. He never spoke about his past, always happy to be around Harry. But then Kreacher had gone crazy without the Black´s family bonds and was a nasty one, calling Hermione mudblood, the same racial slur a certain Draco Malfoy had used in reference to her.
Since she was too entering into a professional relationship that was only about material rewards, but also emotional ones, Hermione could not criticise this arrangement for Miky. Luna had mentioned the Hogwarts house elves operated in yet another way. They took from the place, the castle itself and were members of the same clan.
Hermione settled to vow to treat Miky fairly and not abuse her power. She would give the elf a weekly gratification and urged the little creature to use her free time to go and buy fabric and sew her own clothes or buy anything she might want.
Miky readily accepted and continued to levitate and shrunken furniture while Hermione packed the things she would be moving to the new flat.
She dropped the keys to the apartment at the realtor's office where she also signed the contract. She hoped they would find someone to rent it very soon. She would use the money to cover the expenses of Privet Drive 9 and wire her mother her share after taxes.
Miky had already cleaned and organised everything. Hermione thanked the house elf for the good work. The apartment had the same features of the one she grew up in- three bedrooms, two bathrooms- but double the size. It was in Primrose Hill and it even had a large balcony.
There was a fireplace connected to the floo network. Lucius disliked muggle London, but liked the privacy it offered. He had all sorts of investments in the area and owned the building where the apartment was located, which explains why it had been so fast to make the arrangements.
Their routine would start today. Lucius had created a series of rules. They could be amended if they did not work, but Hermione had agreed she was not to bring work home. She was allowed to read there for leisure and could even show Lucius some of her work and explain it, as long as she was not actively working.
There was also a curfew. Hermione had to be back by 20:00. This meant she would have to stop studying and researching around 19:00. She would want to come a bit earlier and prepare for daddy. She always needed some buffer to be herself again, too much stimulation led to her mind spinning.
The day dragged on. Normally, Hermione enjoyed student life. But not today All she could think was of her daddy and the things he would be teaching her.
She actually came home around 18:30 and found a package on her bed. Lucius had prepared so that Hermione would have her own bedroom and could decorate how she pleased. They both agreed to play as if she was not Hogwarts age. She would not use her wand and Lucius would not actually take her virginity until after she was to have her period. They were treating this three weeks as a test of sorts. They would be covering all the bases before the main event.
Hermione opened the package and found her first gift. A teddy bear wearing a shirt with a heart and the word sweetheart written inside it. The note asked Hermione to send Miky to inform Lucius as soon as she came home.
Daddy misses his little girl.
She did just that, but not before freshening up a bit and changing into the dress Lucius had sent her through Miky. It was of a white organdy that was almost see through. She was not supposed to wear bras as she was not yet “of age”.
In no time, Lucius came over the fireplace. Hermione squeaked.
“ Daddy !”
He smiles, grabs her like she weighs nothing and spins her around. Hermione giggles.
“How was your first day at school sweetheart?”
Lucius makes her sit on his lap in the immense sofa in the living room. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. “ It was good, daddy. I had a test today and I think it went well. I had a quick lunch, then another class and I spent the day at the Library. I missed you!”
“I missed you too, sweetheart, daddy spent the whole day excited thinking about you.”
Hermione laughs. “ I can feel that, daddy.” His erection is poking at her.
“You see what you do to me, naughty girl? Your daddy can't have your tight, fat arse on his lap without getting a boner. “ he sounds mad, but she knows better. He smells wonderful. Impulsive, she tries to kiss him on the lips.
He slaps her hand lightly and tells her it is not proper for girls her age and status to be initiating such intimacies. “ Only after you flower you can kiss in the mouth, little girl.”
“Sorry, daddy. Can you forgive me?”
Lucius sights, “ Of course I can, little girl. You dont know better, I have to teach you, I am here for this. You will behave now that I told you, yes?”
“I will do my best, papa.”
“Good girl. “ Hermione could not help the smiles on her lips. The praise is genuine. Her daddy is very happy with her. “ What do you want to do now, daddy?”
“ We are going to shop, sweetheart. I am told Harrods is a good and proper store. We will buy you new clothes because you are growing and the ones you have are only good to use at school. Daddy wants his princess to look the part when he comes home to take care of her.”
Hermione nods, but worries. Lucius has great taste, but it is pretty much a wizard. She fears he will stick out-they will stick out- at Harrods.
She is willing to try though. “Should I go dressed like this, daddy?”
***
Circe, but she is too delicious for her own good.
“Should I go dressed like this, daddy?” Hermione points at her chest, where her hard nipples are pretty visible.
Lucius gulps. “ Maybe it is better if you wear a shirt underneath, little girl. We dont want grown ups to stare at you. You are only meant for daddy, right?”
“Yes, only for daddy.”
She is too young for her own wand and depends upon Lucius to side with apparition. There is a designated spot near the store for this. Lucius has used it a couple of times. He was a sort of undercover agent during the first war, would be sent to missions all over muggle britain, even Europe.
They arrive and Lucius can see that Hermione is a bit dizzy, which is entirely normal. “ Do you need a minute, sweetheart?”
“ I might…Lucius.” He still likes when and the way she says his name, but misses the endearment. It is, however, what they agree on. They are not home.
Lucius extends Hermione his hand and she takes it. She knows the rules and is happy to follow them. She is not to let go.
They have a wonderful time at the store. Lucius is difficult to please, but when he is pleased, he lavishes her with praise.
He buys her expensive lingerie, both for youths and adults. He particularly likes the simple ones, the white cotton ones with tiny bows in the front, age appropriate to their present circumstances, but the more daring offerings also caught his imagination, an array of lace, black and white and even green, some metal and see through lash, things one would never get at Diagon Alley.
Lucius refused to buy Hermione any trousers, It is all dresses and skirts and beautiful blouses. He allows her enough leeway to refuse suggestions, It is important that she feels comfortable. He likes her choices for bedtime attire, and is really turned on when they finally end their spree.
They dine at one of their restaurants, Lucius ordering wine for him and iced tea for her. She gets dessert, molten chocolate cake and he watches as she eats it without soiling her hands or searing her face, praising her for her good table manners. “ Such a well behaved girl your are, sweetheart,”
“Thank you, you are the best…” daddy is left unsaid, but Lucius knows what she means and is happy nevertheless.
They return home the same way and they are both tired. “It is bath time, sweetheart.”
Lucius asks Miky to fill the tube with water while Hermione goes to her bedroom , quickly returning with her teddy bear. “ I forgot to thank you, daddy, for teddy. Thank you!”
“You are welcome, sweetheart, now let's get you washed and ready for bed.”
Miky leaves to organise the clothes, giving the couple privacy. Hermione asks her daddy if he is going to join her in the tube and he asks her what she prefers.
“It fits us both, papa. I want to sit on your lap.”
“You want to give me another boner, little girl. “
She cannot lie. Not to him. “Maybe I do, daddy. But that is not wrong, right? You are so handsome. “
“No, it is not wrong, little girl. We talked about it, remember? “´
Hermione nodded. “I was lost and you took me home, to care for me, because I was alone and little girls cannot be alone.”
“No, they cannot.” he replies in a serious tone. “ Every little girl like yourself needs a daddy like me, to teach her the ways of life. “
“I am so happy with you, papa.”
They got inside the bath and had a good time, relaxing in each other's arms. Hemione enjoys playing with Luscious hair, even tries to make a braid on it before being shushed. “ You have pretty hair, daddy!”
“Thank you, sweetheart. Now it is bedtime. “
Lucius helps Hermione out of the tube, waives his wand and she is dry and clothed. The tiny dress she is wearing has a colourful unicorn printed on it. It is very old, Lucius realises, as the white cotton is very thin and clings to Hermione´s body.
They go to Hermione's bedroom, where she has to start the night in her single bed. She is allowed, if she is scared or feeling playful, to sneak on Lucius King size in the middle of the night, when she is well behaved.
“Do you want me to read you a story, little girl?”
“No, daddy, I want us to play a bit,”
“ I had feared as much. “ Lucius wants that too. His cock has been begging for some release. But first, he has to teach his dear girl how to do things his way. “ Could you show me your little pussy, sweetheart? Daddy has to see if it was cleaned properly before we play?”
Hermione nods, Silently, she lifts the hem of her tiny dress and spreads her legs open. “ Would you do something for me, sweetheart?”
“Anything, papa.”
“Could you take your dress off? I think it is best if I can see the whole of you. “
She complies and when she is naked, she asks if her daddy will get naked too. “ I want to see it, papa.”
“It is normal to be curious, sweetheart. “ He waved his wand again and his girl gasped. “ It is huge!”
He smiles. “ I need to look into your pussy now, sweetheart. Spread yourself for me, will you?” Lucius fingers touch the tender flesh and admire her beauty. It is not the rosy pink he is used to, but a few shades darker. It is hairless all around, except on the mound, where the dark curls are trimmed in an inverted triangle.
Lucius takes in some air before leaning forward. “ Daddy needs to taste it, don't be scared, it is normal. “
He kisses the delicate area as if it was her mouth, lips open and tongue swirling. Hermione shifts under him. Lucius laps at it, drops of his saliva falling on the duvet.
Little girl is having a hard time keeping in place. Lucius stops briefly to ask if it feels good , if he can continue. They will use the word “dark” if he is to stop. She replies it is not dark, at least not yet. She is happy with what her daddy is giving her. “ please, more papa.”
He lifts her hips and asks her to wrap her legs around him as he digs inside her thighs. The wet noises he is making by kicking her are driving them both crazy.
Lucius briefly considers upgrading his little girl to little slut right there, but he is having so much fun with this fantasy that he regrets even thinking that they will have a lot of time to get into more serious stuff. He first needs to teach his sweetheart how to be a good girl for him before they can elevate their relationship.
He decides to play with her a bit more roughly and slaps her cunt with his open hand, nothing extreme. But it gets her attention and she screams “Daddy!” before saying it is still “not dark yet”, and that she is having fun.
Lucius asks the little girl if he can use his fingers to play with her sweet cunt. “ You are doing great, sweetheart, but we better start preparing you for my cock, what do you think? Can you do this for papa? Or is it too much?”
“I want to try, daddy. I want your fingers, yes.”
“Finger, sweetheart.” She is already very wet, both from her and from her own doing, so he starts by just tracing lines around in the sensitive area with his finger, smearing her properly.
Massaging her clit is net. Tiny little thing that it is, is pinker than the darker outside. Hermione watches him with big eyes and unhidden interest.
Lucius then asks her if she plays with her pussy, and she replies she does not , at least not like he is doing. “ I like some friction, I play with a pillow , I like to rub it, but not play with it. “
“Do you like what I am doing, sweetheart?”
She does. But is all very new. She has a great imagination, she says, and likes to daydream. She manages to have orgasms just by fantasizing “ I know because I get all wet and my cunt even feels sore…”
This is beyond interesting. Lucius had never heard of it before. He knew most women would come only with some sort of clitoris stimulation. He liked that Hermione was different. It made the whole thing more exciting.
Lucius continued his exploration by inserting his pointer finger inside the little girl. Before he was to sign everything, he had asked for a full physical. Hermione was indeed every inch the virgin she said she was.
He should not have asked her for that, but he did. He felt guilty now, His little girl was very innocent indeed, so tight that he doubted he could go further than one finger without hurting her.
Lucius' worries turned to be unfounded. Hermione was losing herself to an upcoming orgasm just by being played with his finger. It was beautiful to watch, he kept pushing her over the edge until he felt it too. It was lovely and she got very emotional.
“ Daddy, thank you so much! It felt so good…I”
“Like your fantasies, little girl?”
“Better, daddy, because it was with you.”
Lucius lays down by her side and hugs his little girl, She had had quite an eventful day. She asks if they can kiss and he allows it. “You were so good to me, so brave…”
It is just a comforting kiss because she deserves it. Lucius is surprised at how caring he is. He never thought it would be so sweet.
“You really like the finger best, sweetheart? “
“I did, daddy…I know I am being greedy but…
“Tell me, little girl…”
“I cannot wait for your cock!”
Lucius laughs. “ You are very greedy indeed, sweetheart.”
The girl is tiny and seemingly inoffensive, but he is dangerous, Lucius decides. He had planned it all on his head before seeing her and being corrupted by her sweetness. Their first day would be all about setting her and establishing their routine, but she had asked to play and his plans went out of the window.
Lucius feels her body coming out of the high. She is less breathless, more composed- and no less devious. “Daddy, I want to give you pleasure too. Would you show me? I want to learn !”
“You had a long day, sweetheart. Are you sure ?”
Hermione says she is, reminds Lucius she will be a big girl in a couple of weeks and wants to get ahead in her lessons. “ I like learning, papa.”
“You will be the death of me, greedy girl.” he says this, but his hand is already on hers, guiding little girl in the art of male masturbation. Since their first meeting, he has been aware of their size difference. He has always been tall and lean, but with age he has gained more muscles and he still has amazing posture. He does look impressive, he knows, whereas Hermione, his little girl, is…little.
She is well proportioned and a beautiful lady, buts he is small. She holds his cock but cannot really fist it, as her fingers do not meet their ends.
But she is a quick learner and Lucius is already quite excited from their previous alliance that it is very easy for her to stroke him to completion. He comes, warm and heavy, and she is very happy to have offered her daddy this. “It is amazing, daddy, thank you so much!”
Lucius does not want to, but he will not continue to indulge his little girl any longer. Hermione has to study tomorrow and he has to return to the Manor and ´read some reports. Tedious thing, he would rather fuck the girl into the matress, but he could not afford to appear weak. “ Good night, little girl- sleep tight. “
Lucius casts an scourgify on the mess he has left in her bed, then hands Hermione her teddy bear and watches as she gets herself comfort under the duvet, holding the stuffed animal and preparing to sleep, nude and sated.
“Good night, Papa L.”