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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16,747
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21
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Chapter 8
Sorry for the long wait! Gah, I have to go have a very, very cold shower now.
**
A few hours after her meeting with Viktor, Hermione was back in her uniform and heading to the daily assembly with some of the other girls.
Every day, there was an assembly during which the daily news was announced and Purebloods could walk through the girls and choose one for later. Technically they were not allowed to touch them, but they all did anyways.
Upon arriving, Hermione could see that the fifteen girls who had been gone for eleven months had just returned and were mingling with the others while they waited for Assembly to start. However, one was standing off alone, separated, and her uniform was different from that of the other girls’.
While Hermione wore a baby-blue lace bra and thong, which had holes for the nipples and over her nether lips for easy access, she quickly noticed that the other girl’s was all black. It made a striking contrast to her brilliant red hair, and the pink nipples stood out more than the rest of the girls’.
Hermione turned to her companion, Susan Bones, and asked, “Who is that girl over there?”
Pursing her lips and glaring daggers and the one Hermione had pointed to, she took her arm and steered her in the opposite direction. “That’s Ginny Weasley. She’s not a Mudblood, like us. She’s a blood traitor,” she hissed. Hermione gasped.
“Not the same Weasley family who helped Potter out?” she whispered in shock, staring over her shoulder at the fiery redhead.
Susan nodded. “The one and the same. She’s the only one who’s still alive, because Draco Malfoy-” both girls got turned on just by thinking of the blond, blue-eyed authority figure “-likes to keep her to satisfy some of those with more animalistic sexual taste. And besides, he likes to fuck Potter’s girlfriend.”
The two continued to stare at the redhead until The Professor came out onto the podium and the Purebloods who were allowed in that day entered and began groping and pawing at girls. The Professor’s voice stopped all conversation when he began, saying, “Good evening, ladies. In today’s news, half of our number has rejoined us for a month, as I’m sure you can tell. Unfortunately, two will be leaving us. They are both pregnant with their master’s children-”
“Lucky bitches,” Hermione and Susan muttered under their breaths, jealous of the fact that two of their number would be giving birth to half-bloods.
“-and will be their master’s permanent concubine once they have given birth,” The Professor said. It was standard procedure; if a girl got pregnant, it was by the choosing of her master, as it was the only way that she could remain his. His wife would have to deal with it, and the concubine would reside in his room. The bastard child would be raised by an adoptive half-blood family, and the Pureblood father would send money for the child’s care.
The Professor continued, smirking as he could see the fact that the whores were getting wet just by hearing his voice and being groped by the few Purebloods who were allowed in. “This weekend, His Grace Draco Malfoy, the Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding World, will be taking Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley back to his manor. The rest of you may leave.”
Susan and Hermione looked at each other, shocked. They knew that every weekend Draco Malfoy would take two girls home with him, but had no idea that Hermione would be one of them so early on in her career. Unfortunately, it was with the blood traitor.
Hermione made her way up to the podium once the room had cleared, and Draco Malfoy himself came forward. She made a little squeak of surprise, and unconsciously rubbed her legs together a little bit. He smirked devilishly at her, and sat down in a chair that he conjured, resting each leg wide apart from each other.
“Before I explain what will happen this weekend, I think we all need to be more comfortable,” he said to her and Ginny. “Hermione, you sit down next to this leg, legs open like that, pussy flush against it. Good girl. Ginny, you do the same to that leg,” he instructed. “Now, girls, hump my legs like horny dogs.” This did so, Hermione thoroughly enjoying herself, but she noticed that Ginny seemed to be disgusted. It only caused her to be disgusted by her.
While they humped his legs, Draco felt his cock growing hard, but continued anyways. “Now. This weekend will be devoted to me training Hermione,” he explained, and Hermione gathered that it meant that she would be fucking him the entire weekend, to her excitement. “Ginny, when I don’t need you, you will be in another room being fucked by my servants. However, there will be times when I will need you for threesomes, and then your presence will be required.”
It seemed like a very exciting prospect for Hermione, and she couldn’t wait to be fucked by Draco Malfoy. However, being in a threesome with a blood traitor was a completely different matter. That was, after all, worse than being a Mudblood!
* * *
Hermione fell against Draco’s silken sheets happy and naked. He had gone into the bathroom to take a piss before getting started, and she had been told to take her uniform off and lay on the bed.
The door creaked open, and Hermione lifted her head to see beyond her breasts, and saw a deliciously looking and equally naked Draco staring at her with a hunger she had not seen before in his eyes. He stalked towards her, and growled, “Before I train you, I have to fuck you.” She nodded, and leaned against the bed, bouncing when he jumped on next to her.
Catching her lips in a bruising kiss, he squeezed and pinched her breasts, positioning his cock at her entrance. With a force that pushed her towards the headboard and away from his mouth, he thrust into her, and she felt as if he was tearing her apart. It was sexy, and she found herself trying to meet his every thrust. Her nails scratched at his back, and her breasts were bouncing, distracting him from his goal.
When he finally came, she did, too, and pulled out of her sweaty and tired. She lay, feeling okay, but she knew that she didn’t enjoy that nearly as much as she had with The Professor.
Draco thought that she looked a little sad, so he stood up, reached for her, and softly and sweetly kissed her. She smiled into his mouth and tangled her hands in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His prick was up again, and in her, before she could even fully comprehend, and she still felt that it wasn’t right.
She wanted him to be The Professor.
**
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**
A few hours after her meeting with Viktor, Hermione was back in her uniform and heading to the daily assembly with some of the other girls.
Every day, there was an assembly during which the daily news was announced and Purebloods could walk through the girls and choose one for later. Technically they were not allowed to touch them, but they all did anyways.
Upon arriving, Hermione could see that the fifteen girls who had been gone for eleven months had just returned and were mingling with the others while they waited for Assembly to start. However, one was standing off alone, separated, and her uniform was different from that of the other girls’.
While Hermione wore a baby-blue lace bra and thong, which had holes for the nipples and over her nether lips for easy access, she quickly noticed that the other girl’s was all black. It made a striking contrast to her brilliant red hair, and the pink nipples stood out more than the rest of the girls’.
Hermione turned to her companion, Susan Bones, and asked, “Who is that girl over there?”
Pursing her lips and glaring daggers and the one Hermione had pointed to, she took her arm and steered her in the opposite direction. “That’s Ginny Weasley. She’s not a Mudblood, like us. She’s a blood traitor,” she hissed. Hermione gasped.
“Not the same Weasley family who helped Potter out?” she whispered in shock, staring over her shoulder at the fiery redhead.
Susan nodded. “The one and the same. She’s the only one who’s still alive, because Draco Malfoy-” both girls got turned on just by thinking of the blond, blue-eyed authority figure “-likes to keep her to satisfy some of those with more animalistic sexual taste. And besides, he likes to fuck Potter’s girlfriend.”
The two continued to stare at the redhead until The Professor came out onto the podium and the Purebloods who were allowed in that day entered and began groping and pawing at girls. The Professor’s voice stopped all conversation when he began, saying, “Good evening, ladies. In today’s news, half of our number has rejoined us for a month, as I’m sure you can tell. Unfortunately, two will be leaving us. They are both pregnant with their master’s children-”
“Lucky bitches,” Hermione and Susan muttered under their breaths, jealous of the fact that two of their number would be giving birth to half-bloods.
“-and will be their master’s permanent concubine once they have given birth,” The Professor said. It was standard procedure; if a girl got pregnant, it was by the choosing of her master, as it was the only way that she could remain his. His wife would have to deal with it, and the concubine would reside in his room. The bastard child would be raised by an adoptive half-blood family, and the Pureblood father would send money for the child’s care.
The Professor continued, smirking as he could see the fact that the whores were getting wet just by hearing his voice and being groped by the few Purebloods who were allowed in. “This weekend, His Grace Draco Malfoy, the Supreme Ruler of the Wizarding World, will be taking Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley back to his manor. The rest of you may leave.”
Susan and Hermione looked at each other, shocked. They knew that every weekend Draco Malfoy would take two girls home with him, but had no idea that Hermione would be one of them so early on in her career. Unfortunately, it was with the blood traitor.
Hermione made her way up to the podium once the room had cleared, and Draco Malfoy himself came forward. She made a little squeak of surprise, and unconsciously rubbed her legs together a little bit. He smirked devilishly at her, and sat down in a chair that he conjured, resting each leg wide apart from each other.
“Before I explain what will happen this weekend, I think we all need to be more comfortable,” he said to her and Ginny. “Hermione, you sit down next to this leg, legs open like that, pussy flush against it. Good girl. Ginny, you do the same to that leg,” he instructed. “Now, girls, hump my legs like horny dogs.” This did so, Hermione thoroughly enjoying herself, but she noticed that Ginny seemed to be disgusted. It only caused her to be disgusted by her.
While they humped his legs, Draco felt his cock growing hard, but continued anyways. “Now. This weekend will be devoted to me training Hermione,” he explained, and Hermione gathered that it meant that she would be fucking him the entire weekend, to her excitement. “Ginny, when I don’t need you, you will be in another room being fucked by my servants. However, there will be times when I will need you for threesomes, and then your presence will be required.”
It seemed like a very exciting prospect for Hermione, and she couldn’t wait to be fucked by Draco Malfoy. However, being in a threesome with a blood traitor was a completely different matter. That was, after all, worse than being a Mudblood!
Hermione fell against Draco’s silken sheets happy and naked. He had gone into the bathroom to take a piss before getting started, and she had been told to take her uniform off and lay on the bed.
The door creaked open, and Hermione lifted her head to see beyond her breasts, and saw a deliciously looking and equally naked Draco staring at her with a hunger she had not seen before in his eyes. He stalked towards her, and growled, “Before I train you, I have to fuck you.” She nodded, and leaned against the bed, bouncing when he jumped on next to her.
Catching her lips in a bruising kiss, he squeezed and pinched her breasts, positioning his cock at her entrance. With a force that pushed her towards the headboard and away from his mouth, he thrust into her, and she felt as if he was tearing her apart. It was sexy, and she found herself trying to meet his every thrust. Her nails scratched at his back, and her breasts were bouncing, distracting him from his goal.
When he finally came, she did, too, and pulled out of her sweaty and tired. She lay, feeling okay, but she knew that she didn’t enjoy that nearly as much as she had with The Professor.
Draco thought that she looked a little sad, so he stood up, reached for her, and softly and sweetly kissed her. She smiled into his mouth and tangled her hands in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His prick was up again, and in her, before she could even fully comprehend, and she still felt that it wasn’t right.
She wanted him to be The Professor.
**
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