Chapter 2: The Brightest Bitch of her Age.

The Brightest Bitch of Her Age

Hermione was seething. Zyriel had been going out of her way to antagonize her at every turn since the Quidditch game. Saying things like, “She could not wait to be served by Hermione like her friend Ginny served her.”, To making derogatory comments about “Hermione’s intelligence”, to insulting Ron whenever she got the chance, Zyriel seemed determined to make Hermione’s life miserable. And with Ginny still not wanting to speak about Zyriel, she was feeling alone. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it. She could not even speak to Ron or Harry because both blamed her for getting into a verbal spat with Zyriel at the party. To them if Hermione just let bygones be bygones, Ginny would have never intervened. Hermione for her part felt guilty. She blamed Zyriel for humiliating Ginny and was becoming angrier with each passing day.

But she wouldn’t let Zyriel get the best of her. She was going to figure out a way to defeat her in this game and every other front once and for all. She spent hours researching strategies and techniques that could give them an edge over the Slytherin team.

Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were on high alert, making sure that Ginny didn’t do anything foolish in Zyriel’s presence. They knew how easily influenced she was by the other girl and they weren’t taking any chances. They did not say it but until the game was over they made it a point to make sure that either Ron or Harry was with her at all times. Ginny did not fight extra company perhaps she even welcomed it. It gave her a chance to spend time with her man. But the attention on her meant that Hermione was isolated and alone.

As the days went by, the tension on campus was palpable. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were constantly on guard, their eyes never straying far from Ginny. They never even thought to protect Hermione. She always went to the library at night.

Library

Hermione was entrenched in three books, when Zyriel caught sight of her. Zyriel made a beeline for the witch almost like she was looking forward to her ritual bullying of Hermione. “Ah the mugblood is reading, perhaps looking for the muggle line that spawned you, a potato farmer perhaps, or was it a scullery maid? Seriously, this school should be for pureblooded nobles. It should have never been open the likes of you.” Zyriel taunted scrunching her nose as Hermione was some odious liter needing to be discarded.

Hermoine was about at her wits end. Someone had to take this bitch down a peg. Hermione said to herself. She was tired from reading and did not have the patience to let her cruel remarks slide. She decided at that moment to take matters into her own hands and put this bitch in her place once and for all. “So you said you were a dueling expert? Were you not a dueling champion at Durmstang?” Hermione asked very calmly.

Zyriel stopped in her tracks. Like Hermione said some trigger phrase or magic word in truth she had been pushing for this exact reaction, “Well at Durmstang, champion is a relative term. Dueling occurs on a much higher frequency than here. We duel more than any other wizarding school in the world. The entire school is a tad more physically rigorous. But that being said after coming here, you guys are no slouches in that department either. “ Zyriel said trying to make herself less capable that advertise. She was so close to baiting her trap.

“Wait; Your fellow snake friends have been bragging that you were some skilled dueling champion. Were they lying or did you lie to gain favor with them? “ Hermione countered as the bright witch gave as good as she got. Hermione was already starting to feel better, she had enough of letting her shit slide.

“No, I was champion on multiple occasions, as was Victor, no one is champion long there, and we play much harsher than you sheltered lot here. It is hard to stay champion because even winning left you weaker for the next match, which was always around the corner. So if you won the chances of you staying at the top were slim.” Zyriel said.

“Sheltered, we were attacked by the Dark Lord himself, and we kicked the death eaters butt. It was for keeps, to the death, nothing sheltered about it, we lost loved ones.”

“Oh my, sounds like you are battle hardened then. I’d so like to prove my mettle against you then, you know so I can learn to be battle harden. But I do nothing without a wager involved.” Zyriel said looking down at Hermione. “A sexy little mugblood mouse, is just the morsel I would like to devour” Zyriel added with a smirk on her face.

“Careful, this mouse has teeth, and what wager were you thinking?” Hermione inquired.

“One Month!” Zyriel blurted out not straying from Hermione’s eyes. “I get you for an entire month. If you win, I will leave Hogwarts University, and I will be yours for one month.” Zyriel uttered cryptically not breaking gaze for one second.

“Wait, why are you offering more to lose if we duel?” Hermione asked not trusting Zyriel.

“Because this is where our rivalry ends, my little mouse. After I win this wager, I will dominate you in every way possible and by the time the month is over and I am done. You will no longer be a threat. If I cannot best a mugblood like you in a duel than I do not deserve to be here. Plus this wager will have no caveats, you lose, your ass is mine. It will be total servitude this time, No Limits. EVERYTHING is on the table. Not during school hours of course, but every other part of the day your ass will be mine. If you want to be rid of me, and get me out of your friends and for that matter Ginny’s life, that is the price.” Zyriel said looking down at Hermione.

Hermione for her part was shocked. Zyriel had made her life hell again. Something she had not experienced in the school setting since early Hogwarts years. But she did not get a good feeling from Zyriel, and if she could rid of her then it might prevent a catastrophe down the road. Hermione was unnerved by the challenge that laid before her. She felt like she was back fighting the Death Eaters again.

Zyriel’s wager almost had an aura of dominance in and of itself. If Hermione backed down from the high stake wager, Zyriel would keep laying down one high stake wager after another until it would look like Hemione was scared of her. Indeed she might be, but being scared never stopped her from standing up to bullies before and it would not with this bitch.

“Fine, to the waterway. No one is there at this time of night. “ Hermione uttered with a series calm. She had the demeanor of an assassin.

“Right now?” Zyriel responded in surprise. The Slytherin realized that Hermione was definitely more powerful than Ginny. Although she did not duel Ginny, but this bookwork was no weakling that was for certain and the fact she could duel and use her book smarts made her most formidible.

“Is that a problem or do you just bark?” Hermione spat back in a dominant tone.

“Ok, but before we go. We must perform the Unbreakable Vow. I do not want your boyfriends saving you, when you lose.”

“What why?” Hermione spat back looking incredulous at Zyriel.

“Because that ensures the wager is real. Take or leave it. You should want it too, as returning to this University if I lose would kill me if I lose ... I will not offer those stakes unless we perform it.” Zyriel flatly stated.

“Fine” Hermione said as he offered her hand to Zyriel. Zyriel took hers and quipped, “Oh my, so soft.”

“Come on let’s get to it” Hermione said rolling her eyes. The pair got serious as the complex serious of spells were initiated that bound themselves to the results of the wager.

The Waterway

Forty Minutes Later...

The tension crackled in the air as Hermione and Zyriel faced off below the new University buildings, their gazes locked in a battle of wills. Zyriel’s taunts had cut deep, but Hermione’s resolve was unshakable.

“You think you’re so tough, Zyriel? Let’s see if you can back up that big mouth of yours,” Hermione challenged, her voice steady despite the rising adrenaline.

Zyriel smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she circled Hermione. “Oh, I can back it up, darling. You’re about to find out just how out of your league you are.”

Without warning, they both raised their wands, sparks flying as they unleashed spells at each other. The room filled with crackling energy, each spell casting shadows against the walls.

Hermione dodged and weaved through the magical onslaught, her movements fluid and precise. Zyriel’s attacks were fierce and unrelenting, pushing Hermione to her limits.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Hermione taunted between breaths, her focus unwavering despite the chaos around them.

Zyriel’s lips curled into a sneer as she launched another barrage of spells. The air hummed with power as they clashed, each spell punctuated by bursts of light and sound.

As the fight escalated, the waterway seemed to shrink around them, the pipes and drainage canals looming like silent witnesses to their intense duel. Boxes tumbled from their stacks, forgotten in the heat of battle. The electrified cackle of powerful magic cutting through the air permeated the surrounded area. If this had occurred at the Hogwarts School next door they surely would be surrounded by prefects with wands drawn. But this was the University and that came with more freedoms, or dangers depending on how you look at it.

“Give up yet, mugblood?” Zyriel’s voice echoed through the chaos, a cruel edge to her tone.

Hermione gritted her teeth and retaliated with a flurry of spells, each one aimed with deadly accuracy. The room filled with a cacophony of magical energy once more as their duel reached its peak.

Their magic clashed in a dazzling display of colors and sparks, illuminating their faces with an otherworldly glow. The scent of burnt parchment and ozone hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power they wielded.

With every movement, every incantation, they fought like ancient warriors locked in an eternal struggle. The intensity of their conflict was palpable, vibrating through the very foundation of Hogwarts itself.

And as they continued to battle, neither willing to give an inch, it became clear that this was more than just a duel of spells—it was a clash of wills that would shape their fates in ways they could never have imagined.

The fight raged on, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits in a struggle for dominance that would leave no room for mercy or hesitation. This was a battle that would change everything between them forever. And only one would emerge victorious when the final spell was cast.

Just like before with the Quidditch match, just when Zyriel looked like she would be defeated, she revealed the ace of up her sleeve. One of her most closely guarded secrets. One that even most from her old school did not even know about. That she was indeed an Animagus and moreover, one of the rarest form of Animagus. A true morph mage known as a Metamorphmagus, a type of morph mage able to change into multiple forms. A witch, that was a true shape shifter, able to change forms at will without the need for magic. The fact that she was revealing it to Hermione demonstrated just how desperate Zyriel had become. Normally she went about as just a normal witch and no one was the wiser, if she lost it would make Zyriel’s life significantly more difficult. The fact she was using it meant that Hermione was very formidable. A true threat to her life.

Zyriel smirked at Hermione as she placed a Protego ward up before closing her eyes. The next thing Hermione knew Zyriel transformed into a freaking Black Jaguar. Hermione was so shocked that she let her guard down as she tried to make sense of the situation. Hermione had read Zyriel’s entire file and did not see anything about Zyriel being a Metamorphmagus. Needless to say its revelation was long enough for Zyriel to find an opening. Zyriel in her Jaguar form easily leapt the distance between them and pounced on Hermione pinning her hard to the ground. The impact was powerful enough that when Hermione hit her arm to the ground, it sent her wand flying away from her and into the canal of the waterway.

Zyriel’s Jaguar form growled loudly atop Hermione. Hermione’s face which was washed in horror. The Slytherin Meta morph quickly returned to her normal form placing her high heel shoe on the chest of Hermione and pointing her wand to her face.

“Do you yield?” Zyriel asked as her wand was starting to light with green magic. Hermione knew it was one of the unforgivable curses. Little did she know Zyriel’s knowledge of the Dark Arts was above that of even Voldemort, in fact what she knew would put most to shame. Zyriel’s lineage came from old Viking bloodlines. When she first visited a town, her family was from she visited a burial ground. That was the first time she heard the whispers, she thought she was going insane. The whispers guided her to a hidden cave underneath the town, it was an altar of bones, it belonged to an ancient tribal priestess long ago. The priestess was a witch from an age long forgotten. The priestess was an ancestor she surmised since the priestess in question also possessed the rare gift of being a metamorphmagus, because the carvings showed pictures of a woman changing forms. The text alluded to the same thing. It was written in a language most would not understand. But to Zyriel she could read it clear as day for some reason. The chamber with the altar contained a hidden cache of ancient texts. The cache contained scores of Dark Art spells from an age long ago. The scary part was that Zyriel possessed this forbidden knowledge for more than a decade and hid it from everyone, not even her teachers at Durmstang knew about the extent of her knowledge.

“I will never yield to the likes of you.” A defiant Hermione screamed. In desperation, Hermione tried to slink her body and deliver a kick to Zyriel’s head. The mage used to such underhanded tactics from where she went to school, effortlessly caught Hermione’s ankle in midair stopping her kick. Then proceeded to make Hermione regret not yielding for the rest of her life.

The awful Cruciatus curse spewed off her wand instantly and right into Hermione’s body. The screeching sound of Hermione was monstrous. Fortunately, it did not take long for Hermione to cry out, “I yield, please stop!” just about 30 seconds into the spell, with tears spewing from her face. She immediately felt the pull of the unbreakable vow envelope her body.

“Your days of running the roost here are over my little mouse. I am about to make you our little bitch.” Zyriel growled at Hermione.

“Now get up now. You are taking today off until we get a few things straight.

Zyriel extended her hand to help Hermione up, but Hermione glared at her with undisguised hatred. She refused to look at Zyriel and instead tried to find her wand in the canal.

Zyriel watched Hermione’s struggle with a satisfied smirk, knowing she had won the duel. She had been waiting for an opportunity like this to assert her dominance over Hermione and prove to everyone that she was the superior witch. She did not think the day would be today.

“Don’t be so eager to lose your wand, Hermione,” Zyriel taunted. “You might need it to clean up the messes we’ll make when make you clean up after us you mugblood whore.”

Hermione finally found her wand, covered in algae and water. She reluctantly stood up, trying to hide the pain from the Cruciatus spell. She glared at Zyriel, her eyes burning the memory of the pain she felt.

“Ah, ah, ah, that wand is mind. Hand it over.” Zyriel commanded with her palm out. Hermione sighed and hand the wand over.

“Don’t worry I will let you beg to get it back before class” Zyriel said smirking.

“There is a floo flame portal right up this path. I am eager to show you the web you are now in my little morsel.” Zyriel said placing a hand possessively on Hermione’s ass.

“You realize a month is not for all time, right?” Hermione spat back, still full of verm and vigor.

“Oh my sweet pet it will be more than enough time to break a mugblood slut like you. But please fight back. It will make breaking you all the sweeter.” Zyriel boasted before pulling Hermione and her into the flame.

Slytherin Manor Hogwarts University Campus.

“You used an unforgivable curse on me” Hermione wept out with tears in her eyes, as it was obvious the experience still was sticking with her.

“You should have yielded.” Zyriel coldly responded. She appeared to have no remorse about doing that to Hermione. Then to further emphasize her point she turned around grabbed a handful of Hermione hair and made her look at Zyriel. The evil witch leaned forward and slowly licked the side of Hermione’s face, lapping up the tears that were rolling down Hermione’s cheeks. She even turned her the other way so she could lick the other tears away. Zyriel became flush as she possessively held Hermione hair and slipped her lips between Hermione. She roughly broke the kiss.

“Bloody hell, I love the taste of your tears. I get so turned on when my sluts cry. It make me want to taste more. Your weeps make me so wet slut.” Zyriel seductively whispered to Hermione, stealing a suckle from her earlobe before roughly letting go of her hair and motioning her to follow her.

Hermione rubbed her chest from where the spell hit her and rubbed it and looked to Zyriel with a hurt look on her face. My word this woman is fucking psychotic the Gryffindor witch thought to herself.

Zyriel grinned and grabbed Hermione’s wrist in excitement as if telling her best friends something she had been waiting to say all day.

“Want to know a secret? There are dozens of curses not known to the modern wizarding world, ancient text and magics lost to time. I have recovered them. You are about to become very intimate with quite a few of them. I am always eager to try them out. I hardly get a chance to.”

“Is that how you became an actual morph mage?”, Hermione asked.

“No I was born one. But it is how I learned to control it more than even I thought possible, I mean precise control. I can turn individual appendages into other living things.

“Don’t worry I will show you very soon my little mouse.” Zyriel said smirking towards the defeated Witch.

Hermione stood in front of Zyriel, her face filled with anger and humiliation. She could feel the cold stone walls of the room against her bare skin, making her shiver.

Zyriel circled around Hermione, inspecting her body with a critical eye. “Not bad,” she said, nodding in approval. “But you could use a bit more muscle tone.”

Hermione clenched her fists, resisting the urge to lunge at Zyriel. She knew that she was no match for the morph mage, especially in her weakened state not to mention the consequences for breaking the curse if she was ordered to stop.

“Now kneel,” Zyriel commanded.

Hermione hesitated for a moment before reluctantly obeying. She knelt on the hard floor, trying to maintain some shred of dignity.

“For now you will give me your proper homage. Good girl. Now stand back up.” Zyriel said with a wicked grin. “and strip!.”

Hermione furrowed her brow and began undoing her robes and uniform. With each piece of clothing that fell to the ground, she felt more vulnerable and exposed.

Zyriel continued to circle around Hermione as she stripped, enjoying every moment of her humiliation. “Such a good little mudblood,” she taunted. “Now turn around.”

Hermione slowly turned around, keeping her head down in defeat. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her - being dominated by someone who considered themselves superior just because of their blood status.

Zyriel approached Hermione from behind and ran a finger down her spine, sending shivers through Hermione’s body. “You know I could have killed you during our duel,” Zyriel whispered into Hermione’s ear. “But I wanted to break you first. I want to own you and use you like a my property, I want to savagely dominate every fiber of your being.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to fight back tears as Zyriel continued to toy with her. She didn’t want to give Zyriel the satisfaction of seeing how much this was affecting her.

“Now, get on all fours,” Zyriel commanded.

Hermione hesitated but ultimately complied and got on all fours.

Hermione could feel Zyriel’s hot breath on her neck as she knelt on the cold stone floor, humiliated and powerless. She knew that Zyriel was reveling in asserting her dominance, relishing every moment of Hermione’s submission.

Zyriel ran her hand through Hermione’s hair possessively before gripping it tightly and pulling her head back. “You are mine now, slave. You will see.” she hissed, her eyes gleaming with malice. “And you will do as I say without question.”

Hermione bit her lip to suppress the mix of fear and anger bubbling inside her. She refused to let Zyriel see how much she was affecting her. With a steely resolve, she steeled herself for whatever twisted game Zyriel had in store for her next.

“Now crawl to me,” Zyriel commanded, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

Hermione’s hands shook as she crawled towards Zyriel on all fours. She could feel the cold stone floor against her palms and knees, but it was nothing compared to the fear and humiliation coursing through her body.

Zyriel stood tall in front of her, a smirk on her lips as she watched Hermione obeying her every command. It made Hermione’s blood boil to know that this was what Zyriel wanted - to see her reduced to nothing but a slave.

“Good girl,” Zyriel purred as Hermione reached her feet. “Now, lick my heels.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and fought back the urge to refuse. But she knew that it would only make things worse for her. Slowly, she leaned forward and began running her tongue over Zyriel’s high heel shoe.

Zyriel let out a satisfied sigh and ran her hand through Hermione’s hair. “You’re doing well, mugblood,” she said with a sneer. “But you can do better we have much work to do with you until you are properly put in your rightful peg.”

Hermione suppressed a groan as she continued to licked longer strokes alongeZyriel’s shoes, feeling utterly degraded and debased.

“Now the other one,” Zyriel commanded after a few minutes, switching feet.

Hermione hesitated before reluctantly moving to the other foot and repeating the humiliating act. “That’s enough,” Zyriel finally said after what felt like an eternity to Hermione. She pulled away from Hermione and looked down at her with amusement. “You truly are pathetic.” Hermione blushed in shame at the words, she was turning beet red.

Hermione couldn’t bring herself to look up at Zyriel’s mocking expression. She felt so small and helpless in that moment - completely at the mercy of someone who saw themselves as superior. Worse she was starting to feel aroused at being ordered around. Blast her body for betraying her. Hermione thought admonishing herself.

“Now stand up,” Zyriel ordered, gesturing towards the chair where Hermione’s clothes were discarded. Hermione stood slowly, feeling unsteady on her feet after being on all fours for so long. She kept her head down, not wanting to see the smirk on her face.

“Good now go over there and grab your clothes and throw them in the fireplace. You will only wear what I give you from now on.” Zyriel declared to Hermione.

“Please, I need my clothes for, Arrrggh!”, Hermione screamed.

Crucio Minorum Zyriel declared. In that instant an agonizing pain shot through Hermione’s entire body but not as bad as the curse from earlier but still pretty freaking pretty painful like a bone breaking or a tendon snapping. This bitch had learned to place degrees on the Cruciatus curse!!! Oh what had she got herself into. She should have never challenged Zyriel if she knew then what she knew now. Hermione thought to herself.

“I am sorry! What did I do?” Hermione screamed with tears coming out of her eyes.

“You did not obey. <Slap> You did not call me Mistress<Slap>, you did not show me the proper reverence<Slap> “ Zyriel said slapping Hermione’s face hard over and over.

“Please stop!” Hermione begged.

<Slap> “Please Stop, what?” Zyriel shouted.

“Please stop, Mistress.” Hermione said in a panic just trying to stop the onslaught of assaults.

“Good. Now burn them! Now!” Zyriel yelled.

Hermione was truly terrified. She hurriedly darted straight to the fireplace and threw her bundle of clothes into the fire like she was holding an explosive. Hermione shivered as she looked back at Zyriel. Zyriel smiled wide. She loved the terrified look of her latest conquest.

She was getting turned on, so she decided to take her slave for a test drive. She had to sample the goods so to speak. So she slowly walked over to her shivering mouse and pulled Hermione to her until they were face to face.

Hermione felt like her whole world was spinning as Zyriel’s lips pressed against hers, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She couldn’t believe the conflicting feelings coursing through her - fear, arousal, shame, and confusion all mingled together.

Zyriel’s kiss was rough and possessive, her tongue demanding entrance into Hermione’s mouth. And despite herself, Hermione found herself responding to the other woman’s touch. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she melted into Zyriel’s embrace.

“Mmm now that is a sexy sight,” Zyriel purred as she pulled away from the kiss, a smirk on her face. “You have been hiding this lovely dessert my little mouse.”

Before Hermione could even process what she meant by that, Zyriel’s hands were slowly trailing down her body - over her shoulders, down her arms, and finally resting on her hips. Hermione felt like she was melting under Zyriel’s intense gaze and touch.

“I think you need to be properly punished for keeping such lovely secrets from me,” Zyriel whispered in Hermione’s ear before trailing kisses down the side of her neck.

Hermione shuddered at the sensation and couldn’t bring herself to protest. She knew deep down that she should resist this woman - this dominant stranger who had taken control of her life so quickly - worse, the tingling in her sex told Hermione a part of her craved it.

She was confused by these feelings - ashamed even - but when Zyriel pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes with such intensity it was hard for Hermione to remember why she should be resisting at all.

“Look at me,” Zyriel commanded softly, but there was an underlying tone of dominance in her voice that made Hermione obey without question.

Their eyes met and held for a long moment before Zyriel leaned in again. This time their lips met in a slow and sensual kiss. Hermione couldn’t help but moan as Zyriel’s hands roamed over body she was being taken possession of, and moreover it felt so damn good at the moment, almost natural.

“You <kiss> belong<slow suckle> to <kiss> me <kiss> now.” Hermione eyes were now half-lidded. It turned out that Hermione and Zyriel could along after all, Hermione just needed to be her bitch.

“Yes Mistress” Hermione was blushing unable to hide the fact that she was getting incredibly worked up.

Zyriel broke the kiss and stood back, taking in the sight of Hermione standing before her. The humiliation and submission were quite a turn on for Zyriel. She saw glimpses of reluctant passion in her eyes before, but now it was replaced with something else. She felt a thrill course through her veins as she walked around Hermione, circled her like a predator would to its prey. Hermione’s body shivered at the cool stone floor beneath her bare skin from the sensation alone. “You know,” Zyriel said softly, running her finger along Hermione’s jawline upwards until it brushed against Hermione’s lips. “I think I’m going to enjoy breaking you more than I thought.”

Hermione gulped, feeling the heat of Zyriel’s touch against her skin. Their connection was undeniable; she could feel the magic pulsating from Zyriel, enveloping her whole being in delicious desire. It was then that Zyriel stepped closer and pressed their bodies together, chest-to-chest. Moaning softly at the contact, Hermione closed her eyes as she felt Zyriel’s hardened nipples press against her own naked flesh. The scent of lavender filled the room; it made Hermione lightheaded from just how arousing it was. Zyriel leaned in closer still and whispered into her ear: “I’m going to make you beg to be my cumdump. You will cum just thinking about me defiling you by the time I am through with you.”

A shiver ran down Hermione’s spine as she felt the warm breath against her neck - it sent shivers down her spine. “Please,” she breathed out softly, already caught up in this web of lust and confusion that Zyriel had spun around her. As their chests heaved in unison, Hermione couldn’t get her head clear as the stress and constant onslaught to her senses had not let up since the duel until now. She felt like prey in the jaws of predator helpless and at the mercy of the apex being before her.

“Now you are getting it. I am the only thing you need to pay attention to now.” Zyriel lustfully whispered before possessively grabbing Hermione’s chin and sliding her tongue down Hermione’s mouth and suckled hard for a good couple of seconds. Then she let her chin go and wrapped her arms around her and slapped her ass with both hands and kept them there. Hermione let out a submissive whine before getting kissed again. The pair finally broke it off and Zyriel escorted a naked Hermione Granger to her room. No one was back from class yet, so her fellow Slytherins were not aware of surprise that would await them went they got home.