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Chapter List
- 1-What House-Elves Are Made Of
- 2-What Hermione Is Made Of
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A/N: Sorry for the long update time.� I�ve been without internet for a
while now.� Hopefully this will not happen again.

I hope this chapter is a more reasonable length, around 800 words more
than last chapter.� I�m hoping chapter 3 will be around 2,000 words, which
would be another 400 words.

Thanks to every one who reviewed, and a special thanks to femtedd, the
one who issued that challenge and agreed to be my beta tester. �And now,
without further delay, I present you What House Elves Are Made Of,
Chapter 2:

***

A house-elf came to the dark corner where Hermione was crying.� �The
Head House-Elf sent Flippin looking for you, miss �, now that I think about it,
I don�t know your name,� he said.

�Hermione,� she replied back.

�Hermione?� Awfully queer name for an elf. How about we just call you
Hermy?� My name is Flippin.� Anyways, Flippin is supposed to show you to the
bunks for us elves.� Follow me, Hermy.�

Hermione didn�t really like her new nickname, but it didn�t feel like
she had a choice in the matter.� She suspected the house-elves only bestowed
the privilege of remembering a long name on the master.� Come to think of it,
she couldn�t think of a house-elf with a name longer than two syllables.

Hermione wasn�t planning on staying a house-elf for long.� First chance
she�d get, she�d steal her wand back.� The worst thing that could happen would
be staying this way for a month until Harry would come back.

Hermione didn�t think she could sleep for very long, but as soon as she
entered the bunks, she suddenly got very sleepy.� She figured the room must
have been enchanted so that all the elves would have a good nights sleep, so
they would be able to do their chores the next day.� As soon as Flippin showed
Hermione her mattress, Hermione crashed right out.� She fell deep into an
enchanted sleep.

***

Hermione woke up startled.� She laid there with her eyes closed as she
thought over the strange dream she had.� She had gone to a house, snuck in, and
had been mistaken for a house-elf! She rationalized this to mean that her
subconscious was trying to tell her S.P.E.W. was not going well and she needed
to double her efforts.� It may have also been built out of her thoughts that
people should experience the work a house-elf has to do for a day to see the
kind of labor house-elves had to endure.� Slowly Hermione opened he eyes, and
then quickly shut them again, as if she feared what she saw.

As she slowly opened he eyes, the small room came in to focus.� The
room was comprised of a whole bunch of house-elf size mattresses, although the
looked normal size, Hermione being the size of a house-elf herself.��

Flippin came in a squeaked, �Oh, Hermy is awake.� You must try to get
more rest, How do you expect to serve Master if you sleep all the time?�

�Listen, I�m not a house-elf, I�m a witch.� I just shrunk myself so I
could get in!� And if it�s so damn important I get up, why didn�t you just wake
me?�

Flippin was covering his ears.� �Hermy mustn�t speak such blaspheme.�
Pretending to be a witch is a very dangerous thing.� Now Hermy must see Miss
Matron to receive her punishment.� And this room is enchanted so you get the
sleep you need to complete your tasks.� Nothing can wake you until you are
fully rested.�

�I�m not seeing anyone about any punishment!� I�m not an elf!�

�You are just making it worse, my dear,� said the Matron Elf, coming
in, �This time I�m just going to spank you, but the next time you say such
outlandish things, it will be much, much worse.�

�I am not going to let you give me spankings!�

�But, dear, you have no choice.�� The Matron Elf sat down on a chair
(Hermione could swear it wasn�t there a moment before), snapped her fingers,
and Hermione was over her lap with her pillowcase up just far enough to leave
her butt bare.� The Matron snapped her fingers again, and a paddle appeared in
her hands.� Hermione tried to get up and escape, but found she was held by an
invisible force.

SWAT!� ��One.� �The
blow to Hermione� bottom stung making tears come to her eyes.� She didn�t like
this one bit, but there was no way out.

SWAT! ��Two.� It
hurt even more then last time.� Hermione was sure the red marks on her bottom from
this might never go away.

�SWAT! ��Three.� The pain
was still there, but Hermione was distracted from it by a strange sensation in
her pussy.� It tickled a little.

�The Matron elf continued until Hermione�s butt was red from 20 hits.�
When Hermione got up, she noticed a giant wet spot on her pillowcase where her
pussy had touched it.� Neither The Matron elf nor Flippin seemed to notice,
though.

�There�s a lot of work to be done,� croaked the old elf, �Let�s see,
why don�t you and Flippin de-gnome the garden?�� She made a few notes on a
clipboard she held.� �After that, the attic need to be cleaned up for the
arrival of our new Master, he should arrive any day.�

�Yes Matron,� Flippin said, bowing a little.� He snapped his fingers
and he was gone.

�What are you waiting for?� Snapped the Matron, �The gardens in the
backyard!�

�Y... Yes,� Hermione said, running towards where she remembered the
door to be.� She didn�t want to disobey the Matron, with the spankings still
fresh in her mind.

�Silly elf,� the Matron thought as she watched Hermione run, �Why
doesn�t she just disapperate?�

***

De-gnomming the garden was tough work.� As a witch it wasn�t all that
hard, it was just tedious. As a witch it wasn�t all that hard, just tedious.� A
house-elf was about the same size as a gnome though. Flippin was using his
house-elf magic left and right to send the gnomes spinning and flying, but just
because Hermione was the size of a house-elf, didn�t mean she could use
house-elf magic.� She was flinging a few of the smaller gnomes by hand, though.

�Why doesn�t Hermy send them away by magic?� asked Flippin.

�I told you, I�m a witch.� I can�t do magic without my wand.�

�Hermy may want to re-think her story.� The Matron Elf will not be so
kind next time. Master won�t be pleased either.�

�The Matron Elf can go fuck herself for all I care.� As for Master, I
mean Harry,� Hermione blushed and her slip-up, �He will free me as soon as he
gets back.�

�Hermy must call Master by his name.� Hermy shames us all,� said
Flippin.� �As for the Matron fucking herself, masturbation is strictly
prohibited.� Any house-elf caught doing obscene acts without Master�s
permission is set free immediately.� There is no greater shame.�

�So I can�t even relieve myself?� thought Hermione, �Wait, did he say
set free?�

�So,� said Hermione, �If someone where to be caught doing something
obscene, would the Matron Elf be able to free them?�

�Oh, no.� It is against house-elf law for one house-elf to bring this
shame on another.� It can only be done by the Master.� Any house-elf that has
done unclean acts is put under room arrest until Master gets back.�

�That would be no use to me,� thought Hermione, �If I�m put under room
arrest, there�s no way I can sneak my wand back.� And Harry will fix the
situation as soon as he arrives whether I�ve masturbated or not.� Besides, I
don�t want him to have those mental pictures in his head.�

A gnome was being particularly stubborn and bit Hermione whenever she
tried to grab it.� �Damn it!� she thought, �I just want to kill this thing.��
Just as she felt like she was about to explode, the gnome went flying far away.

�Wow, Hermy must be a powerful house-elf.� No elf has ever made a gnome
fly that far before.� Hermy should try spinning it though.� If that gnome
survived, he will be back again tomorrow.�

Hermione was at a loss at how she did it.� �It must be an accidental
release of magic,� she thought, �like when wizard kids are angry or scared.� I
wonder if there is any way to control it without a wand or staff.�� In The
Tales of Beetle the Bard they mentioned wandless magic.� I thought that to
be things Bard made up, but the Tale of
Three Brothers turned out to be true enough.�� Hermione concentrated
on a single gnome, trying to emulate the rage she felt earlier.� Alas, it was
to no avail.

�Is Hermy constipated?� asked Flippin, �Flippin can always get some
medicine form the Matron.�

�No, that�s fine Flippin. I�m ok.� I�m just trying to make this gnome
fly.�

�Try?� House-elves don�t try.� We do.� Humans try.�

�Do...� thought Hermione, �Maybe that�s it.� Maybe I�m over thinking
it.� Maybe if I just react instinctively... wait, I�m thinking right now.�
Crap.�� Her frustration must have been so strong that another gnome soared
through the sky.� Hermione looked around, and the gnomes seemed to be fleeing
her in terror.� Hermione looked over at one, and made a hand gesture.� Nothing
happened.� She decided to try again.

It was high noon when the garden was totally de-gnomed.� Hermione had
made another three gnomes fly over the fence.� She thought she was getting the
hang of this.� Flippin disappeared with a loud CRACK.� �I really need to figure
out how to do that,� thought Hermione.� Suddenly the Matron Elf appeared.

�Flippin tells me you didn�t do very much in the garden.� This
punishment is going to be much, much worse.� Every elf needs to pull his or her
weight.� Master won�t like an elf that isn�t worth much.� I don�t know what
your previous Matron and Master let you get away with, but I won�t have it
under Master�s roof, unless Master order�s it of course.�

Hermione could only dread what was coming next.

***

A/N: And that�s it for chapter two.� Review please.� And check back soon
for the next chapter.
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