Snape\'s Harem
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
16,946
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Here's a short little chapter to appease you all. I'll probably have another one up soon.
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Hermione arrived back at her room exhausted, dirty, and confused. Immediately, she went to The Shower, which was a room about the size of a classroom with showerheads strategically placed and shelf that went around the room so the girls could put their things on it. The walls were walls to the girls, but on the other side of each wall was a room where Purebloods could sit and watch the girls shower. They never knew if anyone was watching them or not, and they never knew which part of the walls were wall and which part was mirror.
However, after a few days, the awkwardness of it all had worn off for Hermione, and she was even beginning to find it exciting to shower in front of strangers, even if she couldn’t see them. When she arrived at The Shower today, though, one of the matrons instructed her to a particular showerhead, and said that if she was a good girl she’s put on a show for a very important Pureblood.
VIPs were rare, as to the girls, all Purebloods were important. But a VIP meant that Draco Malfoy himself could be there, or Severus Snape, or a close person friend of one of them.
The very thought that Draco Malfoy might be there sent shivers down Hermione’s spine, and after a quick rinse off, to get The Professor’s cum off, she set about thoroughly washing herself.
Nimble fingers grazed her nipples, her navel, her pubic hair, and her clit before reaching up to lather her hair in potion. Such was the routine until Hermione found herself alone in The Shower and only needing to wash herself soap before she would be finished.
Generously lathering her hands in the finest Parisian soap, she scrubbed at her shoulders, her stomach, her legs, her feet, everything except for her breasts and between her legs. She stepped out of the spray of the water to ensure that none of the soap would wash off, and before long she was covered in bubbles except for two mounds of flesh and the area between her legs.
Just as she was about to make quick work of those parts, the matron stepped in. “Hermione, your presence is requested immediately,” she commanded, and Hermione was forced to leave The Shower just as she was.
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Thanks for all of the reviews and support, guys! Please keep them coming!
xx
Suzz
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Hermione arrived back at her room exhausted, dirty, and confused. Immediately, she went to The Shower, which was a room about the size of a classroom with showerheads strategically placed and shelf that went around the room so the girls could put their things on it. The walls were walls to the girls, but on the other side of each wall was a room where Purebloods could sit and watch the girls shower. They never knew if anyone was watching them or not, and they never knew which part of the walls were wall and which part was mirror.
However, after a few days, the awkwardness of it all had worn off for Hermione, and she was even beginning to find it exciting to shower in front of strangers, even if she couldn’t see them. When she arrived at The Shower today, though, one of the matrons instructed her to a particular showerhead, and said that if she was a good girl she’s put on a show for a very important Pureblood.
VIPs were rare, as to the girls, all Purebloods were important. But a VIP meant that Draco Malfoy himself could be there, or Severus Snape, or a close person friend of one of them.
The very thought that Draco Malfoy might be there sent shivers down Hermione’s spine, and after a quick rinse off, to get The Professor’s cum off, she set about thoroughly washing herself.
Nimble fingers grazed her nipples, her navel, her pubic hair, and her clit before reaching up to lather her hair in potion. Such was the routine until Hermione found herself alone in The Shower and only needing to wash herself soap before she would be finished.
Generously lathering her hands in the finest Parisian soap, she scrubbed at her shoulders, her stomach, her legs, her feet, everything except for her breasts and between her legs. She stepped out of the spray of the water to ensure that none of the soap would wash off, and before long she was covered in bubbles except for two mounds of flesh and the area between her legs.
Just as she was about to make quick work of those parts, the matron stepped in. “Hermione, your presence is requested immediately,” she commanded, and Hermione was forced to leave The Shower just as she was.
**
Thanks for all of the reviews and support, guys! Please keep them coming!
xx
Suzz