Chapter #5To the sorting ceremony by: Unknown Presently the train arrived at its destination, and it is not long before you are standing in a line of first year students who ware wiating to be sorted into their houses. You notice Hermione standing a short distance away from you, and ever since that event on the train when you had apparently sad down simply at her request, you can't help but feel a little nervous of her.
This trepidation does not ease at all as names are called out in alphabetical order and students take a seat on the stool whilst the hat decided which house they belong in. She then leans over and speaks softly in to your ear.
The girl's name is called and she takes a seat on the stool as Professor McGonagall lays the sorting hat upon her head, but just then she turns to address you directly. "When I sit down on that stool" she tells you "you will come over to the stood and lay down on your back in front of it so your chest is directly under my feet. You will remain there until at least 10 seconds after I am sorted Furthermore I do not give you permission to speak about this or in any way draw attention to yourself."
You are baffled. Why would Hermione make this strange request of you, or was it a request. You sat down on the train when she asked you to, perhaps you would feel compelled to do the same now.
"Granger, Hermione"
Presently her name was called and she smiled broadly a her name was called and she went over to take a seat upon the stool
As if on cue you immediately stepped over towards the seat where Hermione was perched, then immediately laid down on the ground in front of her, face upwards with your chest directly beneath her feet. You see her sitting above him, her knees bent over the edge of the chair but her feet were apparently raised as though she was waiting for something. You also waited, as she had instructed. in position and now he lay ingperfectly still, wondering what she was going to do next.
Hermione brought her feet down to rest upon your waiting chest, and kept them there. and they did not rest gently. You could feel her digging into your stomach and your lungs but not cutting off your airway completely.
"Now Harry" she began as she continued to use your chest as her foot repository "whichever house the hat puts me in to, you must join me there. You must be sorted into nowhere other than my house, and you must do everything you can to ensure the hat puts you there. You are my slave now Harry, you belong to me, you belong with me. You are also not permitted to speak to anybody about your enslavement or draw attention to our arrangement."
Your mind boggled, wee you really this girl's slave? You hardly believed it, yet here you were laying in front of her whilst se used you as her foot rest, and whilst you might want to escape, you could do nothing to stop her.
"Have you ever heard of Asimov, Harry?" she asked then "he was a man who formulated three famous laws of robotics. I now enact two of your laws with you, the other... well considering your position I hardly think it is necessary."
Were you really a robot? Those instructions were meant to apply to machiens surely, not boys.
"You may not harm me directly Harry" she informs you "you may not instruct others to cause me how, you must not permit any harm to come to me through your actions or inactions. You must also prrotect your own existence at all times unless I am the on who is threatening it, as I may use you however I wish."
Was that what you had been reduced to, a mere machine to be used and discarded at Hermione's whim?
She then decided to hit you with that third rule that she had a moment ago considered unnecessary. [b]"You will obey all instructions I give you immediately and without question, and you will not prevent or impede any action I choose to take with you or upon you."
Harry could do nothing as Hermione continued to sit above him with the sorting hat upon her head, then finally...
"Gryffindor"
The Gryffindor table cheered as Hermione removed the hat, jumping down off the chair so for a moment she was standing upon on with her full weight, then she stepped off and moved to join the Gryffindor table. "Come to me at the Gryffindor table as soon as you are sorted" she instructs as she departs.
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