Chapter 1 Harry could not help but stare at the piece of parchment, baffled. "The map never lies" continued to echo in his head, a remark made by Remus Lupin 2 years ago but now Harry had begun to doubt the credibility of the statement. Not moments ago, he had seen the label indicating the position of Hermione Granger disappear on the seventh floor corridor. Over the past week she had disappeared after every dinner in the Great Hall, and concerned with are out of character behavior, Harry had taken to scouring the Marauder's Map in the hopes of finding out what it was that she was getting up to. Harry was saddened by this turn of events, as it was the first time that Hermione had ever purposefully hidden something from him, with the Time Turner incident being excluded as she was bound to secrecy by McGonagall. He also felt quite lonely, with her not being their as often coupled with Ron's tendency to spend more time with Seamus and Dean this year as well as him being ostracized by the majority of students due to the Daily Prophet and the Ministry. A sense of urgency filled him, and knowing that this situation could not go on any longer, Harry got out of bed quietly, aware of the loud snoring around him from each bed. Moving to his trunk, he spelled it to be silent to prevent creaking and opened it, taking out his invisibility cloak. Throwing it over himself, and with wand in one hand and map in the other, Harry left the Gryffindor common rooms, waking the Fat Lady in the process yet she was unable to detect him with the cloak on and so went back to sleep. Looking around, and seeing the corridors empty with no one in sight, he spelled his shoes to be silent and began walking in the direction of the seventh floor corridor. Following the map to the exact spot where Hermione disappeared, Harry was faced with the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy. Seeing no other option, Harry sat down in the corridor, lay back against the wall opposite to the portrait, and waited. He had almost fallen asleep thrice but by sheer force of will managed to stay awake. A sudden noise made Harry look up and he saw that a portion of the wall had changed into a large door, which was opening up slowly. Standing up and taking off the invisibility cloak, he ventured forward to the door but stopped in his tracks as Hermione exited the room. She had the look of a deer caught in the headlights, yet she did not appear to be guilty and facial expression took on that of resigned acceptance. Before he could utter a word, a red beam shot out of nowhere hitting him directly in the chest. He succumbed to the darkness on impact. Hermione looked around, before sighing irritatedly and began levitating Harry's unconscious frame into the Room of Requirement, with her following after. The door shut with an ominous, resounding slam. _____________________________________________________________ Harry groaned audibly, a sound piercing the silence with the only other thing to be heard was the crackling of a fire. His mind slowly shifting into gear, he began to recall the memories prior to him being incapacitated. "She stunned me!", he thought, shocked. "Hermione stunned me..." It was an inconceivable thought to the fifth year Gryffindor that one of his best friends would have stunned him. Five years of friendship had not prepared him for this. The first thing that he had noticed was that he was bound with rope to a chair. He knew for certain his wand was not on him as he could no longer feel it in any of his pockets. He was unarmed, and bound at the mercy of his best friend.  "But where is she?" His thoughts ceased as the chair swivelled in the opposite direction, and he was faced with the visage of his best friend lounging casually in a throne-like chair, similar to the ones Dumbledore easily conjured. She eyed him warily as he struggled beneath the ropes in a futile attempt to rid himself of his bindings. "For Merlin's sake Hermione, untie me", cried out Harry hoarsely. "What's gotten into you?" "I've always wondered why we use Merlin's name", she pondered. "I mean, Morgana defeated him according to every source I've read and has obviously accomplished far more than him, yet we use his name and people think of him as the stronger one, though it's known she defeated him in a wizard's duel. And while we're on the subject, why is it called a wizard's duel? Why not a witch's duel?" So you stunned me and tied me up to lecture me on the usage of pronouns and how we curse?" deadpanned Harry. "Somehow I think that's not the case." "Of course it's not, Harry! It's one of the many observations you can make on the sexism that exists in wizarding society, and makes not just muggleborns, but women an inferior group." "Well obviously something needs to be done about it all, and something will be done if I manage to off Voldemort, but it still doesn't explain you escaping here every night and tying me up", said Harry, looking at the bushy haired witch evenly. I'm here because I want to do something about it", cried out Hermione. "I want to be more powerful, even more powerful than Dumbledore and be the first muggleborn Mistress of Magic and have more political power than Lucius Malfoy. I want to make all the changes that should be made and get rid of sexism in the wizarding world entirely." After hearing her impassioned speech and ambitions, Harry could not help but look at Hermione in awe. Sure, he as well as many others knew she was the smartest witch of her age. Yet after five years of very close friendship he had never picked up on her having a lust for power. Reflecting back on these five years, Harry knew the one of the few reasons he was still alive was due to the bossy bushy-haired girl in front of him. In his mind, it was logical to him that if wanted to continue to stay alive and have an inkling of being able to defeat Voldemort was if he continued to stay by her side. It was time, he realised, for her to take control and for him to take a backseat and support her as she had done for so long. Looking back at her, he realised that she was waiting expectantly for an answer. "Hermione, I've never said this before but I know for a fact you're the most important person in my life, even more than Ron. I would do anything for you. After all you've done for me, how can I not support you in any way?" The ropes that secures Harry loosened and fell to the floor. He got up and at some point they both met halfway, with Hermione giving him one of her famous squeezing hugs, that had Harry revelling in the warmth and love only she gave him. "I love you, Hermione Granger. I could never resist anything you ask of me and I will always follow you", he promised there and then.  Anything further he was about to say was cut off when his lips were swiftly taken by hers, and he reacted immediately, succumbing to her ministrations and letting her take control, which she had no problem in doing so. At that point he wondered one if she was always this dominant, as he felt her grasping at his ass as a man would, but then Harry remembered her bossy tendencies and realized it was an inevitability. Hermione paused, giggling at the red hue on Harry's cheeks.  "You'll always be mine, don't you Harry?" she asked softly, staring intently at him, all mirth gone from her face. "Always", he said fervently. "I don't care if you become an evil dark lady,as long as I'm by your side." "Promise me your obedience Harry. If you're to be by my side, I want your obedience and loyalty." Harry looked at her surprised, but realised at that point the girl he knew was different from this one. They were the same in many aspects, but wholly different in others. "I promise it", he said. "Good", she said, smiling sweetly at him. Her visage turned from sweet to superior and she all but barked at him, "Kneel!" Harry scrambled to the floor and looked up at her submissively, as she sat on the throne-like chair. A spectator would easily see the image of a regal Queen looking down at a mere peasant. Hermione slipped off her shoes revealing bare feet. They were slightly larger than the average girl, and being presented with them brought Harry to the realisation that he was literally at her feet. Seeing the great and powerful boy-who-lived at her feet gave Hermione a rush of power that she was not willing to part with. She nearly orgasmed on the spot at the thought of how she has essentially reduced her best friend to an adoring slave. "Kiss my foot", she ordered him. At his incredulous look, she couldn't help but feel slightly angry at his disobedience and mashed her sole into his face, pinning it to the floor. "Kiss it", she ordered again and she felt him reluctantly pepper here soles with kisses that alleviated her anger slightly. "He's going to need quite a bit more training so he begins taking my word as law", she thought, exuding confidence in her believed supremacy. At that moment, Harry could not help but wonder why he was behaving so pathetically and taking this from her. He had his wand back, and could overpower her, be it either physically or magically. The hard-on he has developed did not help matters, and he could not believe that Hermione whipping him into submission would give him erotic pleasure. "Merlin, I'm rock hard", he almost groaned out. He thought about getting off and away from her, but realised he had no inclination of doing so.  Harry realised that Hermione had lifted her foot off him, and slowly picked himself to get up.  Before he picked himself completely off the ground, Hermione's ankle struck him hard in the middle of his back, causing him to groan in pain and fall to the floor. "DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET UP?", she bellowed down angrily at him. Harry stared up fearfully at her. Ever since he had started Hogwarts, he had never been fearful of anyone. He had been defiant of Voldemort and Tom Riddle, but never had he shown so much of fear towards them as he had to the angry goddess in front of him. For a goddess she was with the image he was now presented with. It seemed Hermione's anger had broken through a glamour spell she had on herself, and Harry saw the physical changes take place.  The most notable difference was her height, with her previous height being a reasonable 5'6, basically on par with Harry's 5'7. He saw her grow on the spot, shooting up almost a foot in height to an immense frame of 6'5. Her head loomed far higher above him, her austere expression making him feel even smaller coupled with her immense growth. Her school skirt now looked incredibly small on her due to bed growth and lengthening of her legs, and her legs did look endless. They were not slender and graceful by any means, however. The perfect description for them according to Harry would be, "Amazonian". They were muscular and her calves rippled with power that enthralled Harry. He could not help but feel humiliated as he compared them with his toothpicks-for-legs. They were not disgustingly muscular or brawny in any sense that they were unattractive, but by looking at them Harry knew that no male at Hogwarts could compete with them. Another thing that really made Harry drool was Hermione's chest. She never was flat-chested by any means and neither was she blessed with generous curves prior to this. Though now, busty would not even be an appropriate word as it would fail to capture the sheer size of cleavage on display. At minimum Harry estimated it was around an E-cup, but he would not be surprised if was bigger. The growth of her breasts had caused her shirt to tear in the middle, and a lot was on display, though she paid no attention to it and did not seem mortified in any sense. What Harry loved about Hermione's boobs were that despite their mouth-watering size, they were perky as could be and seemed to defy gravity. Besides the fact that they were almost as big as his head, never mind the size of his hands. Hermione's arms even had some muscular definition on them, well definitely more than his although they were in no way obscene. They simply added to her new sensuality. Her hair had also straightened out, losing its bushiness entirely and had developed a luster that was the cherry on top for perfection. If Harry ever had to envisage the perfect woman, this new and improved version of Hermione Granger was it. Her beauty was of that which would bring you to your knees, and that is what would of happened to Harry if it was already not the case. Staring up at her in awe and submission, there was only one thing Harry thought to do from there. Lowering his head and back, he bent down and kissed Hermione's significantly larger feet reverently. Looking at them he knew they would be able to encompass his face quite easily. For him, Hermione's feet were a new symbol of power. Hermione looked down at him, pleased at how easy it was to bring the powerful boy-who-lived under her grasp. His willingness and newfound fear of her was an aphrodisiac for her and she knew that she would never be able to let go of the feeling. "I'm quite sure you're wondering what is happening exactly and why I look like this?" questioned Hermione, looking down at the bowing teen. Harry looked up at her timidly, averting his eyes from her gaze knowing that he was not worthy to look at her greatness. "Yes, Mistress", he said quietly. "He's perfect!", thought Hermione, delighted. "In less than an hour he's already started calling me mistress, and that's without any prompting..." "I'm going to rule the entire wizarding world", said Hermione simply. "It's full of bigots, and so much of change is needed. If I have to kill Voldemort myself to do it, I will. And let's face it", she said, smirking, " a dark lord has no chance against a dark lady." Harry was now of the firm belief that nobody was as powerful as the goddess in front of him, despite that being far from the truth.  "He has no idea that he's much more magically powerful than me", she thought, smirking. "I've been training here every evening for some time now, to improve in every aspect, be it magical or physical. As you can see, the changes have been quite...significant." Harry couldn't help but agree with her, as he eagerly nodded his head, making Hermione laugh at the pathetic figure on the ground. "You're going to be my servant and slave", she stated factually. "Together, I will become the greatest witch not of my age, but of all time. People will worship me and bow to my greatness as it should be. Much like you are doing", she laughed as she watched Harry reverently kissing her feet. "I'm yours Mistress", he said passionately. "Your word is law and I will obey you in everything. Everything of mine is yours, it belongs to you and you only. This I-" "Even your invisibility cloak", she rudely interrupted, having all the right to do so. She stared intently at Harry's most prized possession, which lay in the corner. This, to Harry's knowledge was the only thing his father had left to him and being an orphan, was of the highest sentimental value to him. He valued it over just about any other possession, with it being his from his first years at Hogwarts and it being one of his first Christmas presents. It was also one of the few things that he actually owned. Hermione, on the other hand was the daughter of two well-off dentists, and there was not much at all that she wanted for. With this in mind, she held out her hand expectantly for the cloak. Noticing that he had stared at her gobsmacked for the past few seconds, she raised her foot, knocking his head to the ground with it and smothering his face. After hearing a minute or so of muffled protests she lifted her foot of him. He rushed to retrieve the invisibility cloak, and went back to assume his position on the floor. After staring at it longingly for a few seconds, he raised it up with trembling hands to the harsh goddess who snatched it from his hands. "It's mine now", she remarked. "Don't ever think you'll be getting it back." Her words were futile, for he already knew that. Harry knew he could have resisted, but that would have also have been futile in the face of the goddess on the throne that could smite him with ease.