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For the Honour of The Slytherin	By : JayDee Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 175814 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the Honour of The Slytherin

By JD joandoe@gmail.com

Description: Hermione Granger has repeatedly beaten and humiliated Draco Malfoy. Angered at the damage to Slytherin's repuation for cruelty and ruthlessness, Professor Snape tells him how he and his friends can depower and gangrape the teen witch.

Content Codes: m+f (all 16yrs old), rape, f-gang, cream pie, magic, first-time, watersports, messy, ass-to-mouth, bukkake

Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of JK Rowling’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

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Draco twitched and jerked as the silver fire burned his body. The magic blast went straight and true from Hermione's wand to his chest. She ended the spell. Draco dropped limply to his knees, shaking and pained. His own wand had jerked from his hand to land uselessly nearby.

"Won't you ever learn, Malfoy?"

He managed a sneer, and called her a mudblood. Hermione raised her wand. Spat silver fire. Draco pissed his school pants as the magic flowed through him. She stopped the attack.

"Anything else?"

Malfoy was silent. Satisfied, Hermione haughtily jogged off to rejoin her closest friends without pausing even to laugh. She wondered why he bothered.

Malfoy's shaking fingers groped for his dropped wand. His cheeks burned red with shame, with rage. He felt the hot wet stain in his trousers and smelled his shame. It took him back to wetting the bed as a child and the punishment beatings he received. He was a Malfoy, scion of the greatest magical family ever. Better than any old Potter Trash. She… Granger… was a mudblood whore. Just uppity filth getting above itself.

He stood up slowly, piss dripping down the inside of his school trousers. He couldn't believe she'd hit him with a spell that made him wet himself! It made him so damned angry. He began to formulate a plan to get her back. She'd won every other time, but this was it… this time he was going to get her…

He used his magic to clean his shame, and set about his new scheme.

Two days passed, schemes were schemed, plots were plotted, and everything was carried through as best Malfoy could.

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The laughter sounded from all around. The Gryffindors laughed loudest, of course, but students from other houses laughed too. Everyone! Everyone was pointing and laughing! Draco cowered, naked, in a fresh pool of his own piss.

Granger had defeated him again! Made him wet his pants again! And 'accidentally' caused his uniform to be destroyed so he was left naked in front of the entire hall. His face was near purple with rage and humiliation in stark contrast to his blonde hair.

He heard taunts and shouting amongst the laughter. Some creep asking if he thought it

was really cold in the hall. It couldn't go on! It didn't!

"That is ENOUGH," Professor Snape's voice quieted the hall instantly. "This is an OUTRAGE, this BLATANT misuse of magic. Malfoy, you are a disgrace to Slytherin house. As for you, Miss Granger…" Snape continued, berating the students, ordering the hall emptied. Finally, he was left alone with the cowering Malfoy.

"Your family's reputation and power come from a resourcefulness and ruthlessness that you do not appear to possess, Malfoy. You have been at this school now, under my tuition and surrounded by your peers, and yet each and every time you lose. Where is the cunning a Slytherin should possess? You have ambition, and that's it. It is my intention to speak to your father about whether you are truly suitable for Hogwarts."

Draco retrieved his wand; once again blasted from his hand, taking in the words Snape spoke. To be expelled from Hogwarts after this latest shaming at the hands of the mudblood would be unbearable. Even Snape, who usually found reason to side with Slytherin students in all matters hadn't helped him this time.

"The mudblood is just TOO powerful!"

Snape looked down his nose at the naked pupil, and Draco saw utter contempt in the glare. The way Hermione looked at him.

"Cunning. Resourcefulness. Tell me, Draco, how would a cunning and resourceful individual deal with a problem? Do you think, perhaps, that trying variations on the same nonsense over and over will have the same effect? Perhaps the way to defeat your foe is to try a different tack entirely."

"What do you mean?"

Professor Snape gave a few suggestions. Draco Malfoy listened in growing wonder to the Hogwarts potions master outlined tactics and ideas he'd never even considered.

At the end he started to thank the professor profusely for his help. Snape cut him off.

"I do not give you this advice to help you, Malfoy. I do it for Slytherin house. Lose again, and you will be gone forever from this institution. You know how well your father tolerates failure; he will agree."

Malfoy went away and schemed Professor Snape's scheme. There was a lot more success this time as the rich rewards of revenge were worked.

Crabbe, Goyle, Warrington, Montague. This was a job that Draco felt he needed his most loyal allies for. The girls, Parkinson and Bulstrode, while they might be of use and would surely enjoy it didn't seem to be of any use to Draco's mind. They'd all been there, all seen Draco's humiliation. Ever since the whole school had been mocking Slytherins rather than treating them with the respect they felt they deserved.

They were all eager to tear down Hermione's cocky attitude, destroy one of Gryffindor's best and brightest. They were all also sixteen year old school boys, hormones raging, who fancied something easier on the eyes than Milicent Bulstrode.

There was a thick rug laid on the floor of the dusty old stone room. Light streamed in through the stained glass windows. Stored boxes had all been pushed to the sides of the room. There was only entrance, a thick wooden door enchanted in ancient times so that even if a volcano were to somehow explode within the store room, there would be no sign of it outside.

The interior of the room was magically inert; no magic at all worked within its walls. Some of the boxes contained items that, were they not suppressed by the enchantment in the walls, would be dangerously unstable.

The five boys were naked except for their Slytherin ties – which hung loosely about their necks – and their socks and shoes. They stood back against the wall, on either side of the door, waiting for it to open.

Crabbe and Goyle were similar in appearance. Both over six feet tall, grossly overweight, surrounded by a vaguely unpleasant smell. Crabbe was perhaps the fattest, at close to 300 pounds – a dangerous weight, even for an apparently fully-grown sixteen year old. Goyle had put on more weight recently, and might soon catch up.

Malfoy, Warrington and Montague were all in much better physical shape, serving their time on the Slytherin Quidditch team with distinction. Warrington had dark hair, while Montague was a redheaded boy.

With what seemed to be considerable effort, Crabbe spoke, "What's the plan again?"

Draco rolled his eyes, resting his forehead against the wall. The plan was simple. A special potion of Snapes would bring Hermione down to the room. It was so carefully designed that she would actually allay all suspicion and ensure she came alone. The potion had been slipped into one of her sixteenth birthday presents. Then when she was trapped in the room they would overpower her physically – five boys against one magic-less girl – and deal with her according to Professor Snape's muggle-world suggestions and Draco's own wish for revenge for her making him wet himself.

The final part was afterwards, when she would be taken out into the corridor again – force fed a second potion, and sent back to her friends. The effects of this potion would complete the scheme.

However, all Draco said in reply was "The plan is you shut up and I'll tell you what to do."

The fat boy grunted.

There was a squeak of footsteps in the corridor outside. The boys tensed up in anticipation. Hermione had enjoyed her birthday party; she'd eaten and drunk and after a while realized she'd somehow forgotten a matter of great urgency. She had to go down to the forgotten store and retrieve a tome with details on a Voldemort prophecy that she'd… yes; she'd read about it in the library. The momentary uncertainty and sense of un-realness passed as she stopped before the storeroom door, and then pushed it open.

The boys felt their cocks stiffen as the sixteen year old witch walked into the storeroom. She wore her usual uniform as well as a party hat held on with a band. A few steps into the room she stopped and blinked; the effects of the potion were gone, she could no longer remember why she'd come down to this ratty old storeroom.

Malfoy and Montague pushed the door closed behind her; Montague turned the key in the lock, tugged it loose, and threw it across the room.

Hermione span around to see the five Slytherins. She was shocked by their near nakedness and obvious maleness. She'd never even seen a naked boy before. There was something new in their expressions, too. Hermione was used to casual cruelty, but now there was a hungriness.

The young witch whipped out her wand.

"Oh no, boys. She's got a wand." Draco didn't sound scared.

Hermione tried a devastating curse. Then another. There was no magic – not even the sense of magic. She tried again, and again. Shaking the wand, flicking her eyes to where the key had gone. The five boys formed a rough circle around her, as if they stood on the points of a pentagram.

"This is cunning, Granger. This is resourcefulness. Purely wizardly tactics just haven't worked against you, so we're introducing some muggle ideas. There's no magic that can work in this room… none at all. This means that we Slytherin can do whatever we want with you. Happy Birthday!"

Hermione opened her mouth to spit abuse, but was stopped when Draco hit her as hard as he possibly could in it. Malfoy popped her right in the face, knocking her back against Crabbe's sweaty body. He Crabbed her arms and pulled them tightly back.

The witch spat blood and teeth, but even through the pain in her jaw she could feel Crabbe's hardcock through her skirt… they were going to…

Malfoy shook his hand. Hitting Hermione had hurt it much more than he had expected, and it drove him to new heights of rage. He kicked hard, slamming his shoe between Hermione's legs. Her pained scream sounded loudly around the small room, and it was only Crabbe's hands on her arms that kept her from falling over. The girl's head hung forward; she wept at her helplessness.

Draco pulled off her Birthday hat and tossed it aside. The others closed in; Crabbe released his grip on her arms and Crabbed the bottom of her top. He pulled it up over her quickly, causing Hermione to slump to her knees. It smeared the blood from her mouth onto her face, while more dropped onto her white blouse.

"Hold her down!" Malfoy ordered, watching as his four allies secured Hermione's arms and legs. She struggled, despite the ache in her crotch and the pain her mouth, but the four were far stronger than her and laughed off the attempts.

Malfoy dropped astride her waist and undid her Gryffindor tie. She spat at him; he responded with a vicious flat handed slap across the face. Hermione felt her world shake as her face slapped sideways. She looked in a half daze at Warrington's straining prick as he held down her left arm. Draco thought about binding her arms with the tie, but decided that with five of them she was going to need her hands.

He tore open her blood spattered blouse; buttons bounced off as the material tore. All four boys gazed close to see a simple white bra over gorgeously firm teenage breasts. Draco grinned down at his nemesis, and then like a magician performing a trick put all his strength into tearing off Hermione's bra.

She groaned as the straps bit tightly into her firm teenaged flesh, trying once more to pull her arms and legs free. There was a loud snap and the material came free; Hermione Granger was topless in a room with her worst enemies.

"They look nice," offered Crabbe, who was pinning Hermione's right leg to the floor with a little pressure from his right foot. While the others crouched to hold her down, he stood.

"Please Draco… don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Please don't!"

Without her magic, without her friends or a pre-thought plan, Hermione Granger was just a scared sixteen year old girl. Draco shifted forward and pressed his cock between her breasts. Montague motioned to Crabbe and Goyle to remove Hermione's shoes. She barely noticed the fat, but strong, fingers fumbling at her feet – her attention was on the hot silky feel of Malfoy's long, fat cock between her young breasts. Socks and shoes were thrown into the corners.

"Don't do what? Don't "gangrape" you? Muggles love to deal with uppity whores by gangraping them. Don't…" Malfoy dropped his hands onto Hermione's breasts and pinched her nipples. He tugged them up, drawing another pained yelp from the girl, before forcing the teen mounds around his prick. Malfoy loved the sensation of the firm flesh against his cock, but even more he loved the tears, the pain and humiliation, in Hermione's face.

This was revenge… and they'd hardly even started.

"Don't do this?" he offered, as he thrust between Hermione's pale orbs, all the while pinching and squeezing her nipples.

"Please… Draco… don't. I've never… never done it with… anyone." Hermione lifted her head to see Draco's cock moving between the valley of her breasts and then dropped it onto the rug. She squeezed her eyes type and begged again, "Please don't…"

Draco had stopped his thrusting, for it was his turn to be shocked.

"You? You've never done it with ANYONE? But you're a mudblood whore! All the rumors are about you and Potter and the entire Weasley clan!"

Hermione only wept in response. Montague reflected that they had started most of the rumors. Draco twisted around so that his arse pressed painfully against Hermione's mauled breasts.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Get her knickers off!"

The fat boys eagerly complied, pressing their weight down onto the petite schoolgirl's legs and tearing the buttons from her skirt. Hermione couldn't even kick as they got their fingers into the waistband of her panties, and yanked her remaining clothes down. They moved back off her legs and shoved the raggedy material to one side.

Warrington's eyes met Montagues; they had the same idea at the same time and Hermione felt her fingers being wrapped around thick cocks. She tried squeezing, but that seemed to please the boys more as the gripped their own hands over hers.

"That's right, slut. You've done this lots of time before, haven't you? Wanked off two guys at once. Oh, that's good." Warrington's low voice drilled shamefully into Hermione's ears.

"What have we here… one Gryffindor cunt – and her snatch. Draco didn't have too much experience himself, and Hermione bit her lip as he prodded his fingers at her dry entrance. After a little fumbling he located the right hole, so tight he could barely fit his finger in. He poked inside until he felt an obstruction.

Hermione's hyman was still intact.

"She's a virgin!"

"Not for long, get stuck in there" muttered Warrington as he sped up Hermione's hand on his prick. The boys were competing now, trying to see who would come first on the sixteen year old virgin schoolgirl's face.

Montague had the edge by a couple of seconds; Hermione flinched away when the first thick stream of spunk splashed across her tear stained face. All she managed to do was put herself dead center for Warrington's cumshot, as he fired a long stream straight into her mouth. Teenaged boys at the peak of their hormonal desire, they delighted in painting the whimpering girl's face with their seed.

Hermione coughed, gagging on the thick semen that was sprayed into her face, hating the taste, the smell, the sheer humiliation. When the boys released her hands, she pressed them to her sticky face and wept.

Malfoy shifted his position to kneel between the weeping girl's legs. His cock was big – a family inheritance – and but for Crabbe's monster cock he was the biggest there. She'd felt so tight on his finger, and he felt so powerful looking at her as she was, that he wasn't sure he'd get it all in.

Goyle actually cringed at the screech Hermione loosed when Draco forced an un-lubricated two inches into her dry virgin cunt. Draco dropped his face between Hermione's breasts, sweating with effort. He bit into her tit hard as he thrust again.

Hermione felt her hymen go even through the agony of the dry rape. Totally un-aroused, she felt total agony from her breasts, her cunt.

"You're a woman now, mudblood whore!" he told her through gritted teeth, before putting fresh teethmarks into her breast as he painfully forced the rest of his cock inside her. There was little physical pleasure for him; she was too tight, too dry, This was about the power, about beating down the bitch who'd humiliated him so many times.

He lifted his head from her breasts and looked down to where Hermione's face was still tightly to the side, eyes screwed. He wanted her to see.

"Make… her look" he managed, still deep inside her. Warrington and Montague got down on either side of her head, their still hard cocks dripping the last of their cum. Each held a knee on her arm and used their combined strength to point her sperm-splashed face the right way and then they managed the tricky job of pulling open her eyelids.

"Don't struggle, bitch, or we'll tear them right the fuck off." Warrington told Hermione, as she looked blurrily at Draco's victorious smirk. Malfoy pulled his cock out; stained with blood from her burst hymen and the torn walls of her too-dry cunt. Then he sank it back in one thrust. Hermione's mouth twisted in a fresh scream of agony.

Draco felt like he was shooting his whole balls at her. He came so hard deep into Hermione's abused cunt; he painted her cervix with his hard blasts of spunk. He'd never been so aroused in his life as he was now, brutally raping the virginity from Hermione Granger.

He mindlessly gloried in the destruction of her innocence, biting her breasts, mauling them with his hands, still cumming. The Gryffindor whore was a Slytherin sperm receptacle now. She was their whore. He could tell Hermione knew it too. The fight went out of her. When Warrington and Montague dropped her head and stepped back, she didn't even try to slap him.

Draco pulled out and stood up. A flood of blood-stained sperm began to stream onto the rug from Hermione's cunt. Her breasts bore the rough signs of Draco's bitemarks, while her face was red with crying and white with sperm.

"Crabbe? Goyle? Your turn now."

"Uh… she's only got the one hole Draco…" offered Goyle, uncertainly. This time Draco shared the glance with Warrington and Montague. Screw Slytherin, how did these idiots qualify for school?

Draco shook his head, and had Crabbe lay down on his back. The fat boys cock sat up like an field gun, at nine inches it looked like it would be more at home on a much older man – or possibly a farm animal. Warrington and Montague took an arm each and lifted the light girl off the mat. She looked down with resignation as they lowered her onto the fat boy.

Her blood and Draco's copious spunk had lubricated her a little, but Crabbe's thick cock still stretched her painfully as gravity pulled her down onto it. The fat boy Crabbed her hips and pulled down hard. Hermione felt a new agony as he tore open her Cervix and battered the top of her womb which his thick crown. Crabbe could feel the tight circle of inner muscle gripping the shaft of his cock, as well as the tight walls of Hermione's recently raped cunt.

"That was the best scream yet," he offered of her womb-entering induced effort.

"Just you hold her there. Play with her tits some more."

Crabbe did as Malfoy suggested, mauling Hermione's breasts with his fat hands. The flesh was increasingly red and sore. Each second of his touch was a pain, though it couldn't compare with the unnatural sensation of being stretched so painfully below.

Meanhile, Draco had instructed Goyle onto his knees between Crabbe's legs and behind Hermione.

Draco groped Hermione's ass, and poked the puckered star there with a cruel finger.

"There's this hole, too."

Goyle's pudgy face split into a mean grin. He didn't think about lubrication, or how tight it might be. Hermione blinked hazlily as she felt something prodding her bottom. It took her a few seconds to realise what was about to happen. She started to struggle, to twist – to Crabbe's immense pleasure.

Goyle's face twisted in effort as he pushed against Hermione's resisting spincter. She fought with all her strength to keep him out. Goyle fought with all his strength to get in, and he was the stronger. His cock thrust past Hermione's anal defence and sank slowly into her virgin ass.

That was the best scream. Hermione sounded like an angel being raped by hellhounds. She sounded like Mary at the mercy of the Roman soldiers. Goyle lent forward, crushing her small body between their huge fat frames. Crabbe left her breasts alone and slapped her a couple of times, enjoying her cries.

The sweat, the stench, the hot bodies pushed against her… this was nothing to the incredible pain of her torn spincter, her bleeding raped-raw cunt. Goyle twisted her face and spat in it, before starting to fuck her ass in earnest.

Crabbe mostly just held the squealing schoolgirl in place, letting the movements of the other two work his prick inside Hermione's bleeding cunt. The other three boys masturbated furiously to the sight of a petite sixteen year old schoolgirl being brutally double penetrated

Crabbe came first, adding his mess to Draco's inside Hermione's cunt, while Goyle was only a few seconds later as he became the first, but certainly not the last to blow his load up Hermione Granger's tight teen ass.

As Goyle slowly stood up his cock slid from Hermione's arse with an audible wet pop. Cum and blood dribbled out from her aching hole. Draco had an idea.

"Crabbe! Hold her there. Goyle, stick it in her mouth."

Crabbe took a firm hold on Hermione's young breasts. His monster cock was still buried in her cunt, while his cum oozed around it to leak down to his balls. Goyle stood on either side of his head and grabbed a thick handful of Hermione's hair. His cock slapped messily against her sixteen year old face.

"Open your mouth, Bitch."

Draco gave the order. Some last remnaint of pride made Hermione keep it shut. Goyle drew back his fist and smashed it into Hermione's eye. The shockwave rocked around her head; she jerked back, only to cause further pain in her breasts when Crabbe squeezed the sensitive bruised flesh harder.

She opened her mouth and was rewarded with the taste of her own arsehole. The boy's watched as she licked and sucked clean her rapist's cock. He forced the length into her virginal throat; gagging agony for her, pleasure for him. Hermione hated it worse the pain, cleaning Goyle's shaft of her own ass. It was an intensely erotic sight, and the three standing boys closed in around Goyle, jerking their cocks towards Hermione's face.

Crabbe didn't have time to object as the four teenage cocks were unloaded into Hermione's tearful and already cumsplashed face. They bukkaked her but good, taking care to get several shots into her slack mouth. Then Draco made her scrape the mess from her face and swallow it.

After that hey had her for hours, each one taking her over and over again with the energy of teenage boys and the brutality of the Slytherin. Sometimes they spent their seed deep inside her, others they sprayed her pretty body Sometimes they rested and made her dance, or simply clean their bodies with her tongue – they all had her rim them. Their proudest moment was forcing two cocks inside her cunt which, only that morning, had never been so much as touched by a male.

Throughout, Hermione slowly retreated inside her own mind. The pain seemed to reach a plateau after the first anal rape, though she remained incredibly sore during the repeated penetrations. Draco made her do the most despicable things during her defilement – she had to suck down their cocks and hold them in her throat, she had to eat each of their sweaty assholes in turn, she had to stuff her tie into her own cunt and tell Draco that she loved being their mudblood whore. By the end, she could barely remember her name, her friend’s faces.

They finished off back in the original circle about Hermione, although she was now naked and covered in bruises, sweat and a whole lot of sperm. She lay passively on the floor, eyes locked on the ceiling. She wasn't even crying anymore. Her legs were still spread wide, a great pool of spunk now between them. Her ass was also gaping and leaking sperm into the pool

"Well, if that hasn't broken her, I don't know what will," offered Montague to break the silence. The room had grown dark; Montague had lit the candles with matches left in the store for the purpose - as no magic would work.

"Mudblood? Hey, mudblood?"

There was no response. Hermione was almost catatonic. The degradation had gone on for so long… so many cocks in her mouth, her ass, her cunt. So much abuse – her skin was bruised black and blue in places where they'd beaten her for their amusement.

"You made me wet my pants, mudblood. Well… we all have to piss now."

The five boys gave the rapemeat a mass golden shower. Draco aimed directly for her face, putting as much into her eyes and mouth as he could. Crabbe and Goyle played a game to see who could do get more on or into her gaping cunthole. The others took her breasts, each splashing their thick acrid streams across them.

Hermione was soaked in piss, covered from hair to toes in it. Still she didn't react, simply swallowing the urine that filled her mouth. When they'd finished, the majority of the spunk had been washed off – they were far better able to appreciate the brutal bruising they'd inflicted on her.

The plan now was to unlock the door, take her into the corridor and administer the second potion – it would physically change all the evidence on her body; make it match Gryffindor students. Her memories would be of her friends assaulting her at her birthday party, not these five Slytherin.

That was the plan.

But each boy realized how hot it would be under his misogynistic mentality to kill her instead. An ultimate defilement on top of all that they had done to Hermione that day.

They looked to Draco for guidance, but what he decided I leave to your imagination.

End.

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