Lucifer nodded when she handed the quill back to him. "That'll be extra tonight, Hermione," he murmured while rubbing his face.
Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Hermione nodded and decided to sit down on his bed before her knees gave way.
Leaning to her side, he whispered, "Are you ready for tonight?"
She glanced back at him and nodded, panting as she looked in his eyes.
"Heal your backside before you come. I want a clean slate when I punish you."
Gulping audibly, Hermione faced forward and nodded again.
"Wear your red knickers. I want your skin to match them when I'm done with you."
Her eyes closed.
"I know you're already wet. But, if you even leak on my bedsheet, I will make you wash it."
Hermione didn't respond, she just kept her eyes closed while she tried to breathe.
"You're going to beg me for the cane tonight. If you do it well, maybe I'll even use the riding crop to make your pussy bleed."
'I'm going to pass out...' Hermione wanted to shove her hand down her knickers, but doubted she could get away with it in front of him.
Her plug vibrated when she moved her bum, and almost moaned out loud.
"What did you find in the Restricted Section?"
Changing the subject was only thing she could think of at the moment.
"Exactly.. book we were looking for. Convenient, right?" Lucifer asked, now fully facing her.
That was when Hermione noticed that he hadn't concealed the marks she left on his neck.
'Oh, God! I want to fuck him so bad...'
"Seems like it, but I won't complain if it's exactly what we were looking for," Hermione let out a shivering breath, when he stood up, then sat down beside her.
"So, w-what does the book say about House-Elves?"
"Well... not a lot, since it's only one book, but it details the enslavement of Elf-kind. It was roughly back in 200 AD when they were enslaved in a war that the Wizards waged on the Elves, lasting only five hours," he pushed the book over to her.
"Before that, they were free. Elves were subjugated by Witches and Wizards, and over Eighteen Hundred years they are how they are now because they were beaten daily."
"Even if they weren't misbehaving and doing everything their Masters asked them to do. It was all so they could get future generations of Elves to understand that good House-Elves didn't disobey.
It was about 748 or 749 AD when the Elves tried to rebel, but the Witches and Wizards greatly outnumbered them. After the rebellion was put down, a Wizard by the name of Finch Evergreen created a spell that entirely broke the Spirit of any House Elf that still had thoughts of rebellion, and they had sudden urges to hurt themselves brutally for disobeying their Masters," he sighed, still trying to wake up from his previous sleep state.
Lucifer rubbed his eyes as Hermione had tears in hers, "The first House-Elf was released in about 1065 AD when it's Master gave it a beanie to wear. The House-Elf said it didn't feel free, so the Master, after three years, making it 1068 when the House-Elf was officially freed, when the charm was cast to free the Elf."
"It was then changed in Wizarding Law, where the effect would apply to any House-Elf that was given clothes, not counting the raggedy table-cloth things they wear now."
Hermione had her hands over her mouth and nose as tears flowed freely from her eyes.
"That's terrible..." her voice was muffled by her hands, and she lowered them to speak again, "Lucifer... w-we've got to help them!"
"Don't worry, Hermione, we will. But that's Eighteen Hundred years of them living like the way they do, and can't easily be erased. I know you probably don't want to admit this, but it will be a slow and arduous process, Hermione," Lucifer said, telling her the fact of the matter.
"Since I got all the information, I'll let you come up with the name, and how we should run the Organization, but being Co-Founder, I feel that you should run our Short-Term and Long-Term goals by me before we make it public," Lucifer said, suddenly finding himself embraced in a tight Hermione hug.
He felt his cheeks heat up, but that was mostly because Hermione's knee was pushing into his groin, and she didn't realize it.
"Lucifer, you have no idea how much this means to me, finding out all of this information on House-Elves, you probably saved me days more worth of searching!" She said excitedly, letting go and stepping back.
She noticed he shifted a little awkwardly on the seat, but didn't understand why.
"I'm mainly just glad I was able to help you, Hermione. I saw how much this meant to you, and decided that it was a cause worth fighting for. House-Elves, not all, but a lot of them, are mistreated horribly, like Dobby was. I saw how Lucius Malfoy treated him at the end of Second Year... and then Potter freed him somehow, but he never told me how he tricked Lucius," Lucifer stood up and towered over Hermione.
She swore he had gotten even taller already.
Hermione craned her neck to look at him, "I'll use the weekend to devise all of the things we will need for our Club. I hate to use your status as Merlin's Descendant, but maybe if they see that you are associating with the Club, other people will be inspired to do so too?"
"Maybe so. At least it will be used for something good," Lucifer smiled and went around the room to get his stuff since it was Friday.
"Can I lick you clean?" She asked, while following his movements, picking up the underwear and stuff.
"No, I don't want your robes to ge---"
"Please, I'll be extra careful? Or you can just let me watch?" Hermione used her best puppy dog eyes on him, knowing it would increase her chances.
"Fine...."
"Yay!"
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After a very grumbling, and denied Hermione came out of the bathroom, she was almost stomping her foot on the ground in nothing but pure frustration.
Her view was heavenly, it just got too much for her lower belly to hold onto.
They both walked to the Great Hall, with Hermione looking extremely dejected, passing Harry, who both of them didn't even know was out of the Tower, and sat down at Gryffindor's Table when they got there.
"So, what did Black's' letter say when Hedwig came back last night?"
"He said he was flying North, and that if Harry's scar hurt again to go straight to Dumbledore, that the Headmaster is reading the signs, and for Harry to keep his eyes open," Hermione quickly explained as they grabbed some breakfast.
She tried her best to focus on the plate in front.
"Black has a right to be worried. I wonder... Do you think Potter was out of Gryffindor Tower this morning to send a reply to him?" He asked her.
"Possibly. Knowing Harry, he will have told Sirius to not worry, that it's not something to worry about...Oh, God..."
"Any trouble?"
"Do you want me to throw it on your face?" Hermione asked glaring, she indicated a half jammed toast on her plate.
It wasn't until later when he and Ron showed up that she found she was half right.
"That was a lie, Harry," she had said when Harry explained that he sent Sirius a letter saying his scar hadn't hurt at all, and that he must have imagined it hurting.
"You didn't imagine your scar hurting and you know it."
"So what?" Harry asked bruskly, "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."
"Drop it, you two," Lucifer said quickly and sharply.
Hermione had just opened her mouth to argue again, but Lucifer had put a stop to it.
Hermione only stopped because he had been the one to say it.
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