...rmione hummed in agreement for her hand shot out and grabbed his balls and put just enough pressure on them to make him incredibly uncomfortable. "Now that the experiments are over, you're going to tell me why you're sleeping with so many girls. I can't say bragging rights for certain, because I don't think you even know the names of your year mates. So is it just personal satisfaction?" She hissed, her playful mannerisms evaporating like water in a desert.
Harry tried to keep the heavy amount of wincing he wanted to do off his face and out of his voice but was having little success, "I'm the heir of the Potters by birth and the Blacks because my Godfather is sterile, don't ask me how, so I need to find a wife and four concubines for each name. It would normally be just the wives, but I'm the only male Black, and the only Potter period." He said, his words speeding up as she squeezed harder.
Hermione looked at him with a skeptical eye, "As fucked up as the Wizarding world can be at times I can see that being allowed, and maybe even encouraged by law..." She muttered, accepting that she may as well be in another country for how different some of the laws were. "And I would be one of these concubines? A..." She searched for the right word, "Toy. To use whenever you please?" She demanded, her grip tightening to a painful degree.
"Ngh." Harry grunted, his hands grabbing her wrist of ...