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Jus Primae Noctis	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Jus Primae Noctis
- 2-The Elite Fifteen
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. They all belong to the lovely J.K Rowling. I also do not gain any profit from writing this story.

Characters: The Elite Fifteen (Tom Riddle Jr., Salazar Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Godric Gryffindor, Gellert Gridelwald, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Abraxas Malfoy, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini and Oliver Wood.)

Author's Note: I've written this story like months ago, but failed to complete it. It still remain at the Prologue part. I plan to include some of the elements of this story in my other unpublished stories. Two of them are going to be Hermione/Multi. The first one is called Hermione Granger and the Might of the Phoenix (Hermione/10 men) while the second story is called The War Games (Hermione/15 men). The same as this one but I think the setting is just...too very far from the canon universe. So, I'll probably leave it here.

*This story is unbetaed. I apologize for the grammatical errors that I failed to notice. I also want to thank NextHappyGirl and Stella Purple for reading the first draft of this story, and for giving me their honest opinions! I also want to thank annamonk for be so awesome and for her continued support!

Far, far away…

In the Galaxy of Exiliar…

There live the God Empress, known as the benevolent Goddess of Creation throughout the realms of men.

Yet they did not know, that she too, was the Goddess of Destruction…

As the Virgin Goddess of Creation, she has yet to know the pleasure of the flesh.

However, born with the curse of the 'first night', Hermione must give away her maiden head on her 18th reign on the night of the full moon … and many moons after in order to keep the balance of power within her.

It is a cycle that they must uphold.

It will become the law.

...

As the Goddess of Creation, she must remain pure.

But in every full moon, her power to destroy will rule.

During that night, she will have the insatiable desire to corrupt and ruin, and only through the aid of her men that she will be able contain her hunger for destruction…

Henceforth, for one night, she must choose any from her Elite Fifteen.

...

It has been said that it is a privilege to be chosen by the God Empress….but a burden and curse for those who were chosen.

For the touch of the Empress will leave a mark on them that they can never forget, and will leave them wanting for something that they can never have again.

CRACK!

There was big spider web fissure that appeared beneath the armoured body of Sirius Black after Hermione had slammed him against the ground. Dust particles dispersing through the air while some rocks leaped from the crack earth at the force of her smash. A noticeable dent could be seen in her opponent's armour, where Hermione had punched him on the chest.

Sirius remained unmoving on the ground, and Hermione wondered if she had used too much of her strength to render him unconscious.

But she didn't have time to see if he was alright as she felt the unmistakable shift in the air on either side of her.

Hermione didn't think twice of bending down on both knees and shooting upwards through the air in a flash, high up that she hovered above the tall figures who was about to use their lethal combination to defeat her.

Salazar and Godric were the fastest amongst her elite warriors. Yet still, they were not a match to Hermione's speed.

Hence, in slow motion, Hermione watched them execute their familiar combo of swift jabs and simultaneous whirl of kicks that they aimed to the space where she had just vacated.

The duo's attack met empty air, where they swiftly lose their balance after.

Hermione took advantage of their unguarded positions. Faster than a lightning bolt, she flipped sharply mid-air and brought her heels down; intending to crack their helmets opened and bring them down with one move.

Both men disappeared beneath her and Hermione's heels impacted on the ground instead.

BOOGGSSHH!

The ground shook as a huge crater appeared in the middle of the training arena, cracks spreading wide while there was a cloud of dust and small pebbles pelting down around her after she had literally cracked the ground open with her last attack.

The duo was no longer there.

It was just an illusion. Hermione realized. They must have lured her into a trap.

Damn that Abraxas and Remus! It seemed both Hermione's tacticians had teamed up, and was using all the men to defeat her.

Before the dust could even clear the area, Hermione was soon surrounded from all sides by the other men from her Fifteen.

Both father and son, the Malfoys and the Potters, the four of her greatest commanders who controlled the advance guard of her army.

"Hello, dear Empress." James said, already sporting that cocky grin that she had also seen in Sirius, right before she had sent the Black heir crashing into the ground.

Hermione wanted to see the same thing happen to James Potter. The sight of him eating dirt will be a lovely to see, indeed.

"Hello to you too," Hermione responded, grinning wickedly.

"Stop flirting with her father," Harry said, though there was a glitter of amusement in his emerald eyes.

"Don't lose your concentration or you'll end up like Sirius."

James glanced back behind him, towards the man lying unmoving on the ground; Sirius Black.

As if he could hear their conversation, Sirius raised a hand and yelled to them, "I'm alright! I just need to recover. The Empress really worked hard on me."

At his statement, James laughed out loud while Harry smiled.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them.

"Can you two stop fooling around!" that was Lucius' voice, who sounded impatient from behind her.

Hermione turned around and saw Draco and Lucius standing there.

"Alright, alright," James replied.

And then, he and Harry begun attacking her at the same time.

Hermione evaded the punch that they aimed towards her face and stomach, the air whipping around them as they used their power that would certainly incapacitate her.

She jumped backwards from them, where she was herded to the two Malfoys who were waiting for her.

Lucius and Draco crashed into her from behind.

Lucius immediately going straight for a chokehold. He slung his armoured arm around her neck and locked her against his chest while Draco started pummelling her face with his gauntlet hand.

The strength of his punch didn't really do much on Hermione, even though she was the only one there who wasn't wearing an armour.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

There was now a dent appearing on Draco's gauntlet as he repeatedly punch her across the face. After all, Hermione was a God Empress, and it would take a fifty Immortal Lords to put a scratch on her face.

"Damn! I really hate it when this happens," Draco sneered as he looked at the poor state of his gauntlet. Hermione could see his silver eyes gleaming through the slit of his green helm.

Hermione smiled at him, already bracing herself for her next move.

"What do you expect, son? She's our Empress. She's hard to kill." She heard Lucius say behind her, and just then both Harry and James joined in.

Harry took hold of her right arm while Draco hastily moved to take her left. Lucius had tightened his arm around her neck.

If Hermione was mortal, she would have been dead by now. The bones of her neck and arms pulverized to bits just by the sheer strength of their grip. But she was not.

She could easily breakthrough their restraints anytime because she had the strength of a thousand suns, and the four men had only fifty.

They were that weak.

And so when James Potter ran towards her, with a glowing fist aiming for her chest. In less than nanoseconds, Hermione use Draco's and Harry's hold on her arms to lift her lower torso up and clamped both her thighs on either side of James' neck, right before his attack could hit her.

James struggled, but she drew her shins together to prevent the man from escaping, and with one sharp twist of her hips, James Potter somersaulted through the air and face planted on the ground.

...

Unbeknownst to the people battling in the arena, majority of the men in the viewing deck was now muttering something along these lines as they watched the fight, "Lucky Potter to have the Empress' legs wrapped around him."

"Yes, Lucky Potter. I hope his wife is going to give him an earful after this." Someone said from the crowd of onlookers who stood in front of the glass panes in the viewing area.

"Damn! Way to go James Potter! Ahaha…"

"It's just training, Arthur!" A redhead woman scolded her husband, slapping his shoulder. "I'm sure Lily will not appreciate your words if she hears it!"

While another man murmured to his twin. "Those Fifteen are so fortunate to be training with the Empress. I will give anything to be down there."

"I completely agree with you, dear brother of mine. Those Fifteen are the luckiest bastards in our sector."

…

Meanwhile in the arena, after Hermione had sent James swallowing dirt, she followed through with another head butt behind her, where she heard a satisfying crunch as Lucius' helmet caved in.

For sure, the blonde must have a broken nose and a fractured cheekbones by now. The Malfoy abruptly released his hold around her neck and Hermione immediately shifted her attention to the other two, who were still holding her arms.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Hermione steadied her stance and gripped both Draco's and Harry's arms. The two men reacted by slamming their elbow on her arms, trying to cut off her grip on them, but they were too late because Hermione was already whirling on the spot, and the two were helpless as they moved along with her.

Hermione span around, still gripping the two men with her hand, and then she abruptly released them.

In slow motion, Hermione watched them flew through the air in opposite direction, where they crashed straight towards the high walls of the arena.

There was another BOOM! and a spray of debris where the two landed. But Hermione could not see more than that, because all of a sudden, her view was obscured by two people in front of her.

"Still as ruthless as ever, aren't you our Dear Empress?" Gellert greeted through his black and gold helmet as the two figures flew in the air. "But hopefully not too much for we don't really want your reputation as the benevolent Goddess tarnish, don't we Tom?"

"Enough talking, Gellert. Let's take her out." The one in silver and green armour stated.

Hermione could see Tom Riddle's blue eyes glowing through his visor, and she knew then that he wanted to end the fight soon.

"Very well," the blonde said, and without warning, he was in front of her with a kick aiming for her face.

Hermione vanished from her spot and appeared just behind Tom, who had been in the process of flying upwards.

There was a reason Tom Riddle was her favourite warrior, and it was because he didn't give a damn about her status as the God Empress.

He was also one of her best fighter in her Elite Fifteen.

Hermione drew her hand back and punched out. Tom Riddle caught her fist, his blue eyes glittering with ill-intent, when he brought his other hand to punch her in the gut.

She tried to take her hand out from his grip, but his hold on her tightened.

Riddle's punched landed and Hermione felt a rib crack.

She gasped out loud, wrenching herself away from her opponent.

Hermione knew right then that Tom Riddle was using the gauntlets that he had won from the last War Games; the gauntlet that was said to be able to render even a God Empress critically wounded.

Curse it! Hermione thought, gasping for breath.

"It hurts a bit, doesn't it, Empress?" Tom Riddle asked, a malicious smirk gracing his lips. "I think it's good to be reminded that even a Goddess can bleed too, yes?"

Hermione glared.

She could feel the others watching this fight rather carefully. This wasn't the first time that Riddle was being such a bastard towards her, and yet she hadn't ordered the man killed for his audacity, and his show of contempt throughout her reign.

Every time Hermione and her Fifteen trained in the arena, it was always either Riddle, Salazar and Gellert, who had the tendency to become very…. passionate about sparring with her.

"Did I ever tell you that you will always be my favorite, Riddle, even though you try oh-so-very hard to make me hate you?" She informed him, which always, Always, grated on Riddle's nerves when she called him her favorite.

Hermione's lips twitched at the corners when she noticed the muscle leaping on Riddle's jawline.

One thing that made Riddle as Hermione's favorite, was because the man despised her so much, even when she was his Empress.

Perhaps it was because Hermione had been born as a mortal with magic, prior to being chosen by Merlin, that Tom Riddle will never accept her as anything than inferior to him.

In this, Hermione allowed him to keep his opinion to himself, as long as he did his duty as her Magical Enforcer in their sector of the Galaxy.

"As you are,... my favorite mudblo-" Riddle began, while Hermione's eyes flared hotly at what he was about to say.

But was interrupted when two men took this opportunity to attack her.

Her spymasters, Severus Snape and Theo Nott, came barreling towards her from behind.

Author's Note: I apologize that this was short. Although I hope you enjoyed reading all the same. Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think!
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