Snape\'s Harem
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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16,730
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21
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Chapter 2
Severus Snape relaxed in his office chair. Since the war had ended, his life had been absolutely amazing. He had never really cared which side one, aside from the fact that he knew if the Light won, no one would trust him, and if the Dark won, everyone would love him. He also knew that the Dark Lord was dying, as no one could prolong death, and someone – preferably not him, as he preferred to be the power behind the throne, so to speak – would be taking over for him shortly after the victory.
Victory was inevitable. Harry Potter had fled the country years ago, and when he returned for the final battle, the Dark was too strong. Potter, the majority of the Weasley family, and a large portion of the Order was already dead, and when Draco Malfoy killed him, the Wizarding and Muggle worlds alike collapsed at his feet.
The Dark Lord immediately made Draco his right-hand-man, set to take over once he died. Severus didn’t mind the replacement, and had actually recommended Draco to the position before the murder of Potter. Severus remained as the brains behind the power, and Draco knew this, but all he wanted was to relax and retire.
Once the Dark Lord won, he took over Muggle Britain as well as Wizarding Britain, although he placed a Muggle-born Death Eater in control of Muggle Britain to report directly to him. A hierarchy formed in the Wizarding world, with Death Eaters on the top, followed by Purebloods, Half-Bloods and then Mudbloods. Obviously, within each group, there were more hierarchical level based on money and power, but that was the most basic form.
The Dark Lord died a few days after seizing power, although the world did not know it until three months later. Draco had already been the ruler except in name since the beginning, and three months later he accepted the title of Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding World.
Aside from the strict hierarchical restrictions, the world returned to normal. Draco established what Severus himself secretly named “Snape’s Harem,” and Severus began to enjoy the perk of fucking whichever Mudblood he pleased whenever he wanted. The only person of a higher rank in the Wizarding world than Severus was Draco, who enjoyed the perk of being able to fuck however many Mudbloods he pleased, whichever ones he wanted.
It was a good life.
That is, until Hermione Granger was found shortly after the Dark Lord’s death.
Everyone had assumed she was dead, or a sex slave to some Death Eater who didn’t want to admit it. However, when Severus found her near death outside a Muggle nightclub, he immediately took her to St. Thomas’ (the Dark Lord had decided to rename the hospital after himself, Tom Riddle, despite the hatred he felt for his father). There, Draco had met him looking pale, withdrawn, and terrified for the life of his former girlfriend.
It was Draco’s dirty little secret. After Dumbledore’s death, Hermione had found Draco and they had found solace with each other for reasons not even they understood. When he finally had gone back to the Dark Lord, once his temper had cooled down, they had been sleeping together for a couple of months, although Draco did remark that physically she was not a pretty girl at all.
“Honestly, she was bloody good fuck, and a brilliant mind, but a Merlin-damned ugly girl,” he told Severus as they waited for news of her. Severus, of course, didn’t believe the last part, and didn’t believe Draco did, either.
“If she lives, then,” he remarked slyly, hoping to call Draco’s bluff, “you should erase her memory so that she can’t incriminate you, and you should also change her physically to suit your desires.”
Draco looked as if he were seriously considering it, but before he could respond, a Healer came out and said, addressing them by their proper titles, “Duke Malfoy, sir, and Lord Snape, you may see the Mudblood now if you wish.”
Severus waited for Draco’s decision to go see her or not, as in public he had to respect his higher place. “I don’t want to see her until her transformation is done,” Draco remarked strictly after awhile.
Looking confused, the Healer asked, “Transformation, Your Grace?”
Severus knew was Draco was up to now, and immediately joined in on the charade. “Your Grace, please forgive me, in the excitement of finally finding the Mudblood I forgot to send over what changes you wanted made to her.”
Draco glared at Snape haughtily, but both knew it was still a charade. To the Healer, he remarked, “Get me a picture of her naked body and I will show you want I want changed. Also, make sure you make those mental changes you are supposed to make on all Mudbloods.”
“Yes, Your Grace, of course, Your Grace,” the young man said, and bowed his way back into Hermione’s room.
When all was said and done, Hermione’s hair was long, soft, and slightly curly; her teeth were perfectly straight; her breasts were DD cups instead of B; her body was turned on by men in general, although she was specifically attracted to blond haired, blue eyed authority figures, although not all necessarily on one person; she was bisexual enough so that she would enjoy threesomes or moresomes but not so much that she would prefer women to men; and her goal in life was to be the most desired sex toy in the world.
The last two characteristics were normal adjustments to all Mudblood women, but the traditional mental changes also included no memory of who she was or her magical training at all, a need to have frequent sex, a hatred of Harry Potter, and an adoration of all those whose blood was purer than hers.
That was when Draco got the idea for the harems, Severus recalled a year later.
When Hermione had joined Snape’s Harem, all she knew was that she was Hermione Granger, a Mudblood girl who wanted to have sex and who was so turned on by men who were authority figures that her juices dripped down her legs just being in the same room with them.
What she didn’t know was that there were many men out there, some of them authority figures, who wanted her so badly for their own concubines that there was a special room in the Ministry of Magic specifically for those who were petitioning for her. Pictures of her in her uniform covered the walls, and its fingers were in its thong while its juices ran down her legs.
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Victory was inevitable. Harry Potter had fled the country years ago, and when he returned for the final battle, the Dark was too strong. Potter, the majority of the Weasley family, and a large portion of the Order was already dead, and when Draco Malfoy killed him, the Wizarding and Muggle worlds alike collapsed at his feet.
The Dark Lord immediately made Draco his right-hand-man, set to take over once he died. Severus didn’t mind the replacement, and had actually recommended Draco to the position before the murder of Potter. Severus remained as the brains behind the power, and Draco knew this, but all he wanted was to relax and retire.
Once the Dark Lord won, he took over Muggle Britain as well as Wizarding Britain, although he placed a Muggle-born Death Eater in control of Muggle Britain to report directly to him. A hierarchy formed in the Wizarding world, with Death Eaters on the top, followed by Purebloods, Half-Bloods and then Mudbloods. Obviously, within each group, there were more hierarchical level based on money and power, but that was the most basic form.
The Dark Lord died a few days after seizing power, although the world did not know it until three months later. Draco had already been the ruler except in name since the beginning, and three months later he accepted the title of Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding World.
Aside from the strict hierarchical restrictions, the world returned to normal. Draco established what Severus himself secretly named “Snape’s Harem,” and Severus began to enjoy the perk of fucking whichever Mudblood he pleased whenever he wanted. The only person of a higher rank in the Wizarding world than Severus was Draco, who enjoyed the perk of being able to fuck however many Mudbloods he pleased, whichever ones he wanted.
It was a good life.
That is, until Hermione Granger was found shortly after the Dark Lord’s death.
Everyone had assumed she was dead, or a sex slave to some Death Eater who didn’t want to admit it. However, when Severus found her near death outside a Muggle nightclub, he immediately took her to St. Thomas’ (the Dark Lord had decided to rename the hospital after himself, Tom Riddle, despite the hatred he felt for his father). There, Draco had met him looking pale, withdrawn, and terrified for the life of his former girlfriend.
It was Draco’s dirty little secret. After Dumbledore’s death, Hermione had found Draco and they had found solace with each other for reasons not even they understood. When he finally had gone back to the Dark Lord, once his temper had cooled down, they had been sleeping together for a couple of months, although Draco did remark that physically she was not a pretty girl at all.
“Honestly, she was bloody good fuck, and a brilliant mind, but a Merlin-damned ugly girl,” he told Severus as they waited for news of her. Severus, of course, didn’t believe the last part, and didn’t believe Draco did, either.
“If she lives, then,” he remarked slyly, hoping to call Draco’s bluff, “you should erase her memory so that she can’t incriminate you, and you should also change her physically to suit your desires.”
Draco looked as if he were seriously considering it, but before he could respond, a Healer came out and said, addressing them by their proper titles, “Duke Malfoy, sir, and Lord Snape, you may see the Mudblood now if you wish.”
Severus waited for Draco’s decision to go see her or not, as in public he had to respect his higher place. “I don’t want to see her until her transformation is done,” Draco remarked strictly after awhile.
Looking confused, the Healer asked, “Transformation, Your Grace?”
Severus knew was Draco was up to now, and immediately joined in on the charade. “Your Grace, please forgive me, in the excitement of finally finding the Mudblood I forgot to send over what changes you wanted made to her.”
Draco glared at Snape haughtily, but both knew it was still a charade. To the Healer, he remarked, “Get me a picture of her naked body and I will show you want I want changed. Also, make sure you make those mental changes you are supposed to make on all Mudbloods.”
“Yes, Your Grace, of course, Your Grace,” the young man said, and bowed his way back into Hermione’s room.
When all was said and done, Hermione’s hair was long, soft, and slightly curly; her teeth were perfectly straight; her breasts were DD cups instead of B; her body was turned on by men in general, although she was specifically attracted to blond haired, blue eyed authority figures, although not all necessarily on one person; she was bisexual enough so that she would enjoy threesomes or moresomes but not so much that she would prefer women to men; and her goal in life was to be the most desired sex toy in the world.
The last two characteristics were normal adjustments to all Mudblood women, but the traditional mental changes also included no memory of who she was or her magical training at all, a need to have frequent sex, a hatred of Harry Potter, and an adoration of all those whose blood was purer than hers.
That was when Draco got the idea for the harems, Severus recalled a year later.
When Hermione had joined Snape’s Harem, all she knew was that she was Hermione Granger, a Mudblood girl who wanted to have sex and who was so turned on by men who were authority figures that her juices dripped down her legs just being in the same room with them.
What she didn’t know was that there were many men out there, some of them authority figures, who wanted her so badly for their own concubines that there was a special room in the Ministry of Magic specifically for those who were petitioning for her. Pictures of her in her uniform covered the walls, and its fingers were in its thong while its juices ran down her legs.
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