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For the Cause	By : LoupGarou1750 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 40712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-For the Cause
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For the Cause

Dark was falling as Hermione Granger stopped for the hundredth time in the middle of the street and looked around her. Nothing was familiar, she was sure she hadn’t passed any of these buildings already. She was beginning to feel frightened. It felt as if she’d been walking for hours and she couldn’t find the passageway back to Diagon Alley.

A man standing in front of a doorway opposite her stopped and stared for a moment before weaving his way drunkenly over to where she stood.

'How much, girly?”

'What?'

'How much fer a blow-job. Jus’ a little blow job, thas all. How much?' He clutched at her sleeve and she slapped him and hurried off, hiding in the gloom between two buildings. This was clearly not a good area in which to be alone at night. Apparently any solitary female was an obvious prostitute. Every time she tried to step out of the shadows and find her way, she was accosted by someone else, until at last she was afraid to come out of the shadows at all. She huddled against a building in misery, trying desperately to think her way out of her predicament.

What had she been thinking in the first place? Was it only this morning she had stood naked in front of her mirror, despairing at her body that seemed it would never take on the contours of womanhood? She cursed herself for lying to her parents, for telling them she was going to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys. She cursed Lavender Brown who had been the one to tell her about the shop in Dismal Alley that sold charms to enhance your body. The shop she’d never found. Not that it seemed to matter on this street. The men here didn’t seem to care that she was flat-chested and short.

She had turned thirteen three months before and there were girls barely turned eleven that had bigger breasts than she. Girls in her class that had been menstruating for months if not years already. She was anxious for puberty, not only because it would make her feel less of an oddball, and as the only Muggleborn girl of her year, she definitely felt at a disadvantage socially, but because she knew that with puberty a witch’s power and ability to control her magic grew exponentially. She was the oldest girl in her year and the only one who hadn’t yet taken the step into witchhood.

She peered out again. Perhaps that building down the street to the left was familiar. She had barely stepped out of her hiding place when another man approached her. 'Ten galleons,' he offered, 'right there in the alley.' Hermione shook her head mutely. 'C’mon. Ten galleons is a fair price to get my ashes hauled. You’ll not get a better offer tonight. There’s free entertainment in other quarters.'

'N-no,' Hermione stuttered, 'I’m n-not w-w-working. Please, can you help me? I’m lost. I'm trying to get home.'

'Certainly,' the man said, 'I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. After I’ve spent my ten galleons.'

Hermione pushed his hand away. 'No, really. I’m not a prostitute. I’m just lost.'

'Eh, you all have stories. Twelve galleons. That’s the best I can do, girly.'

Shoving hard at the stranger, Hermione ran away, her footsteps echoing in the empty street. Almost collapsing between two buildings, she sank to the ground sobbing, wrapping her arms around her bent knees, trying to guard her body heat. Although the day had been unseasonably warm, as soon as the sun sank over the horizon the temperature dropped to something more in keeping with late December. She was so cold she was having trouble thinking. She knew her parents would be frantic but they’d have no idea where to look for her. They’d contact the Weasleys but they wouldn’t know either. Surely they would go to Diagon Alley but it would never occur to them to look for her here. She was not going to be rescued tonight.

Her head was nodding, sinking closer and closer to her knees when she at last heard footsteps again. Looking up she almost screamed in relief as she recognized the dark form and pale face of Professor Severus Snape hurrying past her hidy-hole.

'Professor!' She called out, scrambling to her feet and practically jumping into his arms.

Snape pushed her away roughly, extreme distaste evident in his glare.

'What are you doing, Miss Granger? In this street? At this time of night? Have you no sense? Go home, stupid child.'

'Oh professor, I’m so glad I saw you. You must help me. I’m lost.'

'I haven’t time for games, Granger. I’ve a meeting to get to. For the second time, go home.'

'It’s not a game, sir. I came here looking for a shop and I can’t find my way back to Diagon Alley. My parents will be worried. Please help!'

'Oh for fuck’s sake,' Snape said in exasperation. 'I thought you were supposed to be bright. Go down the street that way, the passage to Diagon Alley is just beyond that last building you can see from here. Now, I must go. I’m very late.'

Hermione looked down the dark street in the direction Snape had pointed. There were wizards loitering singly and in groups in almost every doorway. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the street without being accosted again.

'Please, Professor,' Hermione begged, 'take me with you. I can’t stay here. Men keep...' Hermione’s voice trailed off.

'I cannot, Miss Granger. I’m meeting some people, at Dumbledore’s request. Friends of Lucius Malfoy’s,' Snape admitted reluctantly.

'Please. Please. Don’t leave me here. I’m frightened.' She was ashamed to be begging, and of Snape especially, but the thought of staying out in Dismal Alley was too terrifying to contemplate. Even Death Eaters would be better than the strange men that kept approaching her and offering money if only she would commit obscene acts with them.

Snape eyes held hers for a moment before his gaze travelled up and down her. Unaccountably, he smiled. Hermione didn’t find his smile very reassuring. 'Well, perhaps. Have no doubt it will be very dangerous for you to accompany me. But perhaps, if you do exactly as I say. Do you understand? You will have to obey me instantly and keep your mouth shut or there will be trouble to equal anything you’d find on this street tonight.'

He’s just trying to scare me, she thought, but I’m already frightened. At least he’ll be there to protect me.

'I will. I promise. Whatever you say. Just don’t leave me here.'

'By the end of this evening you may well wish I had left you. Very well, come along. We must hurry.' Snape grabbed the sleeve of her robe and pushed her down the street in front of him as he hurried off to his meeting.

They didn’t walk far. Turning a corner Snape stopped them in front of a dark, dirty, derelict building. 'We’ll pretend you’re a Muggle. Don’t argue, I have my reasons. You can’t go in dressed like that. And no magic for you tonight, Miss Granger. Give me your wand. We can’t afford a mistake.'

Reluctantly, Hermione pulled her wand out of it’s pocket and handed it to him. Snape tucked it away and in the same movement, withdrew his own. 'Muggle clothes then. Let’s see.' He waved his wand and Hermione’s robes were transfigured into a pair of very small shorts and a buttoned-down blouse with a rounded collar. Her sturdy school shoes were replaced with white patent leather and her new socks were pink with frills around the turned down edges. Hermione skin pimpled with cold.

'These aren’t appropriate clothes, Professor. It's much too cold for shorts and they’re something someone much younger than I would wear.'

'They’re appropriate. Trust me on this. It will be warm enough where we're going. We’ve no more time to waste in argument. Thanks to you, I’m late already.'

He grabbed her by the arm again and pushed open the door. There was a man on the other side that looked at Snape questioningly. without saying anything, he raised his sleeve and Hermione was shocked to see the Dark Mark on his arm. Snape really was a Death Eater, or had been. She found herself desperately hoping that Dumbledore was right about his true allegiance. The man at the door nodded and once again Snape pushed Hermione in front of him, through a curtained doorway. They stepped directly into a large room.

Large as it was, the room was crowded. There must have been at least a hundred wizards but only one or two witches that she could see. Hermione was surprised to see she wasn’t the only student-aged person in the room. Many of the wizards were accompanied by children and teenagers, although they all looked older than she. Equally surprising was that some wizards had apparently brought pets with them. What kind of place was this?

There was a bar running along the length of the room and at the other end was a small stage with rows and rows of comfortable looking chairs and sofas arrayed in front of it. They were in a club of some sort. Hermione almost giggled. It had never occurred to her that Death Eaters had social gatherings, and certainly not get-togethers where children were allowed.

'Snape, I was wondering when you’d show up. Sure you wouldn’t miss tonight’s show.'

'Mulciber.' Snape nodded in acknowledgement. 'I had business,' Snape gestured at Hermione, 'that wouldn’t wait. I shouldn’t have been this late. I see Nott is here, and Yaxley. Lucius hasn’t arrived yet?'

Hermione stifled a gasp. If she was supposed to pass as a Muggle, the presence of Lucius Malfoy would be more than awkward. He’d surely recognize her.

'Sent an owl. Set the whole thing up and then can’t make it. It’s a shame. I’d like to’ve seen that pretty son of his again. Have a seat. I’ll get you a drink. The usual?'

Snape nodded. 'Thank you. Yes.'

Snape put his hand on Hermione’s shoulder and pushed down. 'Get on your knees in front of me,' he hissed through clenched teeth.

'What? No!' Hermione argued, also whispering.

'Do as I say, Miss Granger, before you create a scene. Look around you. Do what the others in your position are doing. Do. It. Now!' Snape pushed so hard on Hermione’s shoulder that her knees buckled and she had no choice but to obey.

Snape sat in a comfortable chair, his legs spread wide. 'Between my legs, face me. No! Don’t argue, you stupid girl. Just do it.'

'It looks young to be so feisty, Severus,' Mulciber observed.

'It will learn to obey or it won’t get much older,' Snape snapped peevishly. 'I just acquired it tonight. Obviously I’ve had no chance to train it. I suspect its parents allowed it too much leeway. A weakness some Muggles have. It’s undoubtedly spoiled, but that will make the breaking of it infinitely more pleasurable.' Snape licked his lips. 'I like it when they scream.'

'How old is it? Rather younger than your usual, I think.'

'Hard to say. Its father claimed thirteen but Muggles are notorious liars. Trying to make himself look better than he was, I suppose. It looks no more than ten or eleven to me. What do you think?'

Snape addressed Hermione. 'Remove your clothes and show yourself to this gentleman.'

Hermione stared at him open-mouthed but didn’t move. Snape backhanded her viciously, slamming her lips against her teeth. Hermione cried out in pain and touched her fingers to her mouth. The copper taste of blood flooded her and when she looked at her fingers they were streaked red.

'Remove your clothes or I’ll rip them off you.'

It was obvious he meant what he said. With trembling fingers she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. It took all of her willpower to not cover her breasts with her hands and to continue disrobing. When her clothes were in a puddle at her feet she stared angrily at Snape and his friend.

Snape slapped her again. 'Insolent child. Do not dare to stare at me in that brazen fashion. Eyes down. NOW!' He roared and several wizards turned in their direction, watching the unfolding scene with apparent delight.

Hermione hurriedly looked at the floor. Snape had hit her! Twice! He’d hit her. In spite of the blood in her mouth and the burning of her cheek, she couldn’t quite believe her teacher had actually struck her. Snape was a horrible rude man but he’d never struck a student that Hermione’d heard. He must be playing a role and trying to make it convincing.

Snape leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered. 'I told you, Miss Granger. You must obey me. Do you want to get us killed?'

Hermione shook her head. 'No, I’m sorry. I’ll do what you say. I just never...'

'Enough. Shut your mouth, girl!' He turned back to his friend. 'It may turn out to be more trouble than its worth, which would be a pity. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one as young, and intact, or at least so its father assured me.'

'Not very pretty,' Mulciber said.

Snape laughed derisively. 'No, indeed. But I don’t care about its face.'

'True, and otherwise it’s lovely. All that white skin and no spots yet. I love them before they get titties. Little girls that look like little boys. Always exciting.'

'Let’s see if her father is a liar like most Muggles, or if I really got what I paid for. I didn’t have time to check when I took delivery. The idiot was late.' Snape stood and lifted Hermione up, strong arms tucked under her knees, holding them wide apart and exposing her hairless pussy to the other wizard.

She bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying out in shock and horror as the wizard named Mulciber pushed a thick finger between her folds. She was dry and his finger clung to her flesh, causing her discomfort as he attempted to insinuate his smallest digit into her hole. It burned as he entered her and tried to push past a barrier and Hermione whimpered in pain.

'Lovely sound that. You’ve got a bargain here, Severus. It’s intact.' The wizard laughed, 'I suspect it won’t be for much longer.'

'Oh, I don’t know,' Snape drawled, 'it could be a virgin indefinitely. I prefer to take them in the arse.'

Hermione almost choked. Surely Snape hadn’t said that. She knew the rudiments of sex, that men put their penises in women’s vaginas. That at least made some sense, but why would a man want to put his penis in someone’s anus? That was just disgusting.

Snape whispered in her ear. 'I’ll try not to make good on my words, but it will be difficult. A certain level of behaviour is expected at these gatherings. There are even those that will assume I’ll share you.' Shockingly, Snape’s tongue penetrated her ear and then licked around the edges. 'I don’t think I want to share you. I’ll do what I can. You must behave.'

Hermione nodded. Her ear felt wet and disgusting and she wanted to wipe it off but Snape had her hands imprisoned in his and she couldn’t.

'Ah, the evening’s entertainment is about to start. I’ll bring your drink to you, shall I? You’ll want to get yourself arranged. I’m flying solo tonight, alas.'

Snape nodded.

Without putting Hermione down, without allowing her to close her legs, without picking up her discarded clothing, he walked across the room and sat down in a chair in front of the stage, Hermione sprawled in his lap. He transferred both her hands into one of his and used the other to trail across her stomach until it rested, unmoving, between her legs. She squirmed in a combination of embarrassment and undeniable pleasure. His hand was warm and after a bit she started to throb a little down there.

'You really are surprisingly appealing, Miss Granger. You make it easy for me to put on this little show.' He moved his hand away from her mons and brought it up to his mouth. His surprisingly red tongue snaked out and he slicked a finger with spit before taking it back down to the vee between her legs. 'It’s all for the good of the cause, Miss Granger. I’m sure a Gryffindor can appreciate that. I’ll make this as pleasant for you as possible. You can’t get out of it, so you might as well relax and enjoy it.'

Once again, Hermione flushed scarlet, feeling the warmth of her blush spread upwards from her breasts to her forehead. Surely Snape wasn’t going to... oh! But he was! His finger slipped wetly between her pussy lips and she squirmed violently in his lap.

'Behave, Granger,' Snape hissed. 'There are people watching.' As Mulciber approached with his drink, Snape spoke loud enough for him to hear. 'I love little girl cunts, so smooth and hairless. And your little nipples, bless you, flat as they can be. Let’s see if we can coax them out, shall we?' Snape’s hand moved back and forth from her crotch to his mouth to her nipples and back to her crotch. Mulciber sat down next to them and made no attempt to hide his avid interest. Over and over Snape repeated his movements until her nipples stood out from her flat chest, slick and shiny with spit, and her pussy was equally as slick if not more so. Hermione was whimpering consistently now, as completely unfamiliar sensations assailed her body. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the other leering Death Eaters, trying to behave and do what Snape wanted. She couldn’t help but wriggle in his lap as his finger found her clitoris and flicked over it, making her gasp out loud.

'Perhaps you’ll let me take a whack at her later, Severus.'

'Possibly,' Snape agreed. 'Look at the little slut wriggle,' Snape said. 'She was born to this, obviously. Muggle girls are like animals, such whores. No young witch would behave so wantonly.'

He was taunting her she knew. Trying to shame her. It was ridiculous. He didn’t have to try, she was more shamed than she had ever been in her life. His fingers were rubbing sensuously around and around her clitoris. She wanted to clamp her thighs shut, stop what he was doing, but of their own volition her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart and she was pushing herself into his hand. What he was doing, what she was doing, publicly, naked and writhing in front of all these staring men, was obscene and she wanted desperately for it to stop. She also wanted it never to stop. No one had ever touched her there, she had never even touched herself, and it was causing waves of dizziness to sweep through her body.

Suddenly her whole body tensed. Intense sensation rippled through every part of her. In the next moment she was crying out and arching up into Snape’s hand, shuddering violently. 'No more, please! Ow. Stop. Please. Too sensitive! No more!'

Snape laughed deep in his chest and pulled his hand away. Hermione’s mouth was open as she gulped air and he pushed three wet fingers over her tongue. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as she tasted herself.

'God,' Snape panted, 'you really are a wanton little thing, aren’t you? Who knew the prim Hermione Granger could be induced to behave this way. You’re wet and open and displayed in front of all these wizards. You act like a whore, Miss Granger. Shall I make you one? I’m sure any one of these men would pay one hundred galleons to relieve you of your virginity. Shall I do that? Hmm? Shall I sell you to the highest bidder?'

Hermione twisted her neck and buried her head in Snape’s shoulder. 'No, please,' she whispered, 'don’t. I couldn’t stand it. Please, can you take me home now. I’ve done what you said. Please take me home.'

'Ah, but your home is with me now, little one. Don’t cry. That’s a good little girl. We’ll go home soon, but not just yet. I want to watch the show.'

Snape settled her more comfortably in his lap. She was leaning her back against him, her legs spread wide on either side of his thighs. 'Don’t be frightened,' he said softly against her hair. 'I’m going to take my penis out. It’s that kind of show. It will be expected of me. If you find yourself getting excited as you watch, don’t be ashamed. It’s bound to happen. The performances here are very provocative. You may touch yourself, if you feel the need, but if you think you might come again you must stop immediately and tell me. Your willing orgasm can work to our advantage, but it must be seen as being at my hands. Do you understand?'

Hermione nodded, although she knew full well nothing on that stage would make her touch herself in this crowded room. She was almost unbearably mortified that she had come once. How she would ever face Snape again when this night was over...

She felt Snape move under her and looked down between their legs as he took his cock out of a parting in his robes. She almost gasped in disgust. It was enormous and hideous. The glans peeking out from his heavy foreskin was almost cherry red, the shaft darkening as it approached the root, a strangely forbidding smoky plum colour. Thickly knotted with veins twisting over and under the surface, it was nothing at all like pictures Hermione had seen in her health texts but heavy, dangerous and compelling. She watched in fascination as he pulled his foreskin all the way back. At his harsh whisper, she spat on it, a thick glob landing right on the head. He groaned as he moved his foreskin up and down, the tiny slit in the glans winking at her and disappearing in turn.

'No!' She gasped as Snape pulled his cock up and separated lips of her fanny with the head, rubbing up and down her slit, the head stuttering against her clit. 'Don’t!'

Snape chuckled and pulled his cock away, continuing to slowly and sensuously work his foreskin up and down. 'Not to worry, Granger. I’m not going to deflower you. I thought you might like that.'

'I didn’t,' Hermione snapped. 'It’s disgusting.' She had liked it though, which was why she’d insisted he stop. She was deeply frightened by the feelings coursing through her body and she couldn’t bear for Snape to know how perversely excited she was. Good girls didn’t feel this way and Hermione had always been a good girl.

The house lights dimmed just then. Hermione almost sighed in relief, feeling much safer in the near darkness, and now unable to see Snape’s disgusting penis, even though she could still feel him move as he stroked it.

The curtains opened and a single light came up on stage, revealing a bed with a night table, a chair and a bureau. The light appeared to be coming through a high window at the back of the set. Soft music played as a girl, only a year or two older than Hermione, came out on stage. Acting as if there were no audience, as if she were alone in her room somewhere, she slowly shed her clothes, carefully folding them and laying them on a chair. She sat on the edge of the bed in a pool of light from the window. Slowly, still pretending the audience didn’t exist, she picked up a picture from the night table. Falling slowly backwards, looking at the picture, she let her legs fall open so the audience had a view straight up her naked gig.

A slight moan escaped from someone in the audience as she used one hand to spread her fanny, exposing herself further. Hermione was aware of Snape’s hand keeping a steady rhythm beneath her. Her own cunt twitched in sympathy as the girl on stage began to masturbate while looking at the framed picture.

Hermione gasped in shock as a huge, ugly face appeared at the window. The girl on stage seemed oblivious to her watcher and continued to stroke herself.

'I smell a hot cunny,' a voice boomed as the face in the window disappeared. The set door was thrown open dramatically and an immense man, almost as large as Hagrid, stooped to enter. The girl on stage sat up and screamed. She turned to the audience, fear distorting her smooth face.

'I didn’t sign up for this! Get him away from me! I was just supposed to come out here and touch myself. No one told me about this!'

'Shut up, missy,' the giant man roared. 'I smelt cunny and I’ll have it, whether you were expecting it or not.'

Snape’s hand was moving more rapidly on his cock and Hermione could feel his breath coming faster. Her own heart seemed to be pounding hard enough to escape her body and she was sure Snape must feel it beating strongly against his back. She shut her eyes in horror as the man on stage pulled an unbelievably immense cock out of his trousers.

'Open your eyes, Hermione. Watch. He’s going to fuck her with that monstrous thing. You must watch. It will be exquisite.' Snape’s voice was thick and his hand moved faster and faster on his cock, which occasionally bumped against Hermione’s mons, sending flashes of illicit pleasure racing through her.

'I don’t want to watch,' she hissed. 'He’s going to hurt her!'

'Yes. He is,' said Snape, almost dreamily.

On stage, the huge man had grabbed the girl and was rubbing his gargantuan cock against her. The girl was screaming and struggling, insisting this was not part of the show, but none in the audience rose to help her.

Looking around, Hermione saw that nearly every wizard had his cock out. Those in the company of children were mostly being fellated by the young ones, and to Hermione’s utter disbelief, several of them had dogs licking at their cocks and arses. Just to the left of she and Snape, there was a witch on her hands and knees, being mounted by a large beast who was struggling to insert his cock into her dripping cunt. Mulciber’s hand was a shadowy blur in the chair beside them.

Heat flooded Hermione’s face. It was all so obscene and she didn’t know where to look. She closed her eyes again but Snape instantly seemed to know. 'No, keep them open. Watch. Look what’s going on around you. You might never have this opportunity again. I know how much you love learning. Watch and learn, Granger. You never know when it might be useful.'

But in spite of the fact that Snape had commanded her to watch, he now lifted her up in his strong arms and turned her around on his lap so she was facing him. A loud scream made her look over her shoulder. On stage the giant man was lifting the screaming girl up and forcing the thick bludgeon that was his cock into her.

Hermione screamed, 'Somebody DO something! Somebody help her!'

Snape snarled at her to shut up and then his mouth fastened on one of her nipples and his cock was bumping against her arse and she couldn’t think about the poor girl on stage any longer. Another scream came from the stage and Snape gasped, pulling his mouth away from Hermione’s breast. She looked at him but now his gaze was rivetted on what was happening on stage. Now that she couldn’t see, she was desperate to, but Snape’s fingers were touching her clit, now rubbing lightly, now pinching it delicately.

Soft whimpers came from the stage and the room was filled with the sound of ragged breathing and muted cries. A high-pitched whine came from a dog as it humped its hindquarters furiously against the kneeling witch.

'You’re a nasty, dirty little girl. You like this, don’t you, Granger. You’re about to come again, I can feel it. Filthy, sluttish girl.' Snape’s breath was hot and harsh against Hermione’s neck. 'You disgust me. Such a little pig. Rutting against my hand. I want to fuck your tight little hole. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.'

Snape gave a loud grunt and Hermione felt something wet and hot splash against her back. She was close to coming herself when Snape’s hands fell away from her and she almost screamed in frustration, but she couldn’t beg him to continue, not when he was still whispering obscenities against her neck, not when he was still calling her a greedy little whore in a ragged voice.

Eventually, the house lights came up again. The curtain was still open on stage and the half-giant was joined by a group of men all tugging furiously at their cocks, one after another splattering the sobbing actress with their come.

Snape lifted Hermione off his lap and pushed her down on the floor between his legs again. 'You shouldn’t have screamed like that, Granger. Now I’m going to have to punish you. I didn’t want to do this but you could not keep your fool mouth closed!

'Nott,' Snape called out to a man across the room. 'Lend me Midas, will you?'

The man so addressed smiled ferally and led a giant liver-coloured dog forward. To Hermione’s horror and disgust, Snape made her turn her back on it and present her arse. The dog began to lick excitedly at her arse and cunt, trying to push its thick tongue deep inside her. Snape, Nott, Mulciber and a whole group of others, watched with drooling attention.

'I think that’s about enough,' Snape said finally, after the dog had licked her thoroughly and Hermione was seconds away from orgasm again.

'Look at me,' Snape said, but Hermione couldn’t. She was so ashamed that she had writhed and moaned and thrust herself back on the hound’s invading tongue.

'Look at me, girl,' Snape snarled.

There was nothing for it then. Hermione looked up. Snape was standing over her, his cock, which had never softened and had now engorged even further, in his hand. It looked like a deformed club and clear fluid was leaking out the tiny slit at the end.

'Call the damn dog off, Nott. It can have a go later. This first time is for me.'

He knelt down behind Hermione and draped himself over her back. He gathered her hair and held it in one fist. Once again he whispered in her ear, punctuating his words with slow swipes of his wet tongue. 'I’m sorry, Granger. I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but look what you’ve done to me. I’m as hard and ready as I’ve ever been in my life. If I don’t take you, the others here will know something’s wrong. You’ve no one to blame but yourself, you know. I did tell you not to come with me.'

Hermione screamed her heart out as Snape’s cock slowly wedged itself into her arse. It felt as if he were fucking her with a razor sharp knife. She was sure her flesh was tearing, sure that any moment now she would feel blood trickling down her thighs.

'Ohhh God,' Snape groaned. 'So fucking tight. Scream all you want, little girl. I’ve seen what kind of slut you are. I know you want this as much as I do.'

'Nonononononononono!' Tears of pain were streaming down her face. Her arse burned unbearably. 'Please stop! You’re killing me!'

But Snape was relentless, pushing mercilessly in until at last she could feel his wiry pubic hair scratching against her upraised cheeks.

'Stop! Please stop! I’ll do anything if only you’ll stop!'

Snape’s response was to pull back until only the head of his cock was still lodged in her painfully distended arse and then to slam forward, splitting her wide open. 'I can’t stop. You’re so damn tight. So exquisite. Such an exquisite little girl. I’ll never stop. Never stop.'

He slammed into her again and again, driving her whole body forward until her head was banging against the chair he had been sitting in. Each thrust home caused Hermione to scream in agony. Snape was babbling almost incoherent obscenities and endearments as he pounded her. Hermione thought she might pass out from the pain and humiliation.

Suddenly, her head was yanked up and back and somebody pushed a cock into her mouth. In no time whoever it was, was fucking deep into her throat, making her choke and cough up phlegm. Gagging made her bear down on the cock in her arse and Snape groaned in ecstasy, at last spewing his come deep into her bowels.

With a sickening wet plop, his cock disengaged from her torn arse. She was only vaguely aware of an argument taking place above her head and then the cock raping her throat was blessedly withdrawn. She looked up in gratitude, in time to catch a brief glimpse Snape’s cock, streaked with come and blood and god knows what, before it passed through her lips.

'You’ve made a mess of me, slut. Clean me up,' Snape said. He grabbed her by the hair over her ears and thrust into her, ignoring her teeth, ignoring her gasp, ignoring her choking. She felt her face turning purple from oxygen deprivation before he finally withdrew. He allowed her to take a few gulps of air before driving back in, fucking her throat as he had her arse.

When Hermione regained consciousness, she was on the floor on her back at Snape’s feet. There was a heavy weight on her, and gradually she became aware that someone was fucking her arse again, face to face this time. As her rapist became aware she was awake, he withdrew and flipped her over, pulling her onto her hands and knees, and reentering her in one cruel stroke. She was now looking straight at Snape who was sprawled in his chair, a young boy between his legs licking his balls. As if oblivious to the tiny tongue lapping at him, he was carrying on a desultory conversation with Nott and others.

'Please, Professor,' she begged.

Snape sighed and pushed the tow-headed boy away from his groin. 'Very well. Apparently the little slut is at long last satisfied. It’s late. I must be going. I still have plans for that thing when I get home.' He grinned salaciously at his friends as he stood. 'Does somebody have a spare robe? I’ve no idea what I’ve done with her clothes.'

Once outside and out of earshot of anyone loitering, Hermione turned to Snape and hissed. 'You bastard! You utter bastard! I’ll tell the Headmaster. You’ll be sacked!'

'We’ll tell the Headmaster together,' Snape said wearily, 'and I won’t be sacked, I’m sure you’re sorry to hear. All things considered you did quite well, and the Headmaster will be proud of you.'

Hermione glared at him. 'You’d better be sacked! You raped me!'

'Yes. I did. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, but you would insist on coming with me and I have a role to play, however distasteful.'

'I don’t think it was the least little bit distasteful for you! You were hard as a rock! You enjoyed yourself!'

'I was as hard as a rock. It’s not often I get such a tender morsel. I have a sickness, Miss Granger. I like children. I like them very much. And you look much younger than you are. It was more than I could resist, your hairless cunt and your tiny nipples. But until tonight, I’ve never touched a Hogwarts student and I never would have. I’ve done many things for our cause but I’ve never harmed a Hogwarts child until tonight.

'And what about you, Miss Granger. Were you not wet under my hand? Did you not come many, many times? Spare me your histrionics. We did what we had to do. I will tell the Headmaster the truth, and he will understand. Eventually, so might you.'

A million retorts and none swirled through Hermione’s mind but she couldn’t pick out anything that would convey the depth of her horror. She felt unclean. But Snape was right. She had come and more than once. She was no better than him, revelling in the depraved things he had done to her body. Except...

'You didn’t have to put it up my arse! That was unnecessary!'

'You forced my hand!' Snape insisted hoarsely. 'You would not shut up and do what you were told. Certain behaviours, as I told you, were expected. I could not let a supposed slave get away with your kind of impertinence. I’m sorry you did not enjoy my cock up your arse, Miss Granger, but let me assure you,' Snape moistened his lips, 'I enjoyed it immensely.'

Hermione gaped at him.

'Immensely. Your arse was so very, very tight, and you screamed so prettily. I was helpless against you. I’m sorry it wasn’t pleasurable but we didn’t have time for a soft seduction.'

Suddenly Snape turned and pushed Hermione up against the brick wall of a building, pressing his body firmly against hers. She could feel his thick cock pressing firmly into her belly. 'We have time now, though. If you like,' he thrust his hand under her robes, between her legs, and touched a finger gently to her sore arsehole, 'I could make it more pleasurable this time.' His finger stroked back and forth between her arse and her cunt, slicking her with her own wetness. 'I could get down on my knees between your legs, stick my tongue in your arse,' his finger was now working her clit firmly, 'lap and suck at you, suck out all the spunk of all those men.' Hermione’s breath was coming faster as he continued to relentless work her clit. 'I could make you like having your arse fucked very much. I’d like that. Would you like that?'

Hermione screamed as he gave a vicious pinch to her clit and she came shuddering all over his hand.

'Yes,' Snape purred, 'I think you would like that. You see, you’re no better than I am, Miss Granger. And you ought to be. You really ought to be. Now, let’s go tell the Headmaster.'

Snape clutched Hermione firmly to him. Suddenly she felt as if the life were being squeezed out of her but just as she thought she might pass out they apparated with a loud pop at the gates of Hogwarts.

Hermione sighed with relief as they approached the Headmaster’s office. Dumbledore would surely take care of everything. If she could only get a word alone with him, she could tell him about Snape’s outrageous behaviour. Dumbledore would make things right again.

'Good gracious, Miss Granger! What has happened?' Dumbledore’s face registered shock and alarm as he opened the door.

'Forgive me for disturbing you so late, Headmaster. But something happened tonight and I thought you should know as soon as possible.' Snape said.

'Of course, of course. Come in, Severus. Hermione. Sit, please. Can I get you anything? Something stronger than tea perhaps.'

Dumbledore assisted Hermione into a chair and conjured three tiny glasses filled with something that smelled delicious and strongly of alcohol. Hermione took a sip, it went down smoothly and soothed her ravaged throat. She looked up at Dumbledore.

'No, no. Don’t speak yet, Miss Granger. Let Severus tell me what happened. You look as if you might pass out any moment.'

Hermione nodded weakly. There was no point in her saying anything while Snape was in the room. She was curious to hear how he would explain the night’s events, since his part in them had been so heinous.

To her shock, Snape told the story exactly as it had happened. The only particulars he changed were in saying how bravely Hermione had acted and playing down her sexual response in the early part of the evening. He spared himself nothing, not trying to look good. He told Dumbledore in detail everything he’d done, including how he’d felt about Hermione’s childish body, the tightness of her arse, the responsiveness of her tiny nipples. He sounded guilty and grief stricken until Hermione could almost believe he hadn’t actually wanted to rape her, but he lingered so lovingly over the details that she was repulsed. Still, listening to him, she was almost convinced of her own bravery and nodded when Snape spoke of how much she had given, and how unstintingly to the cause they were all fighting for. For a second, she almost believed it hadn’t been rape.

When Snape had finished, Dumbledore stood up. Briefly he put his hand on Snape’s shoulder, silently trying to offer him comfort, before pulling Hermione to her feet and embracing her gently.

'Such a brave, brave girl. I’m so sorry you had to endure this. What an example you are to all of us.'

Hermione clung to him desperately, burying her face in his thick robes and sobbing uncontrollably.

'Obviously, you did the best you could in difficult circumstances, Severus. I know you feel guilty at what you had to do, but you mustn’t. I’m sure Miss Granger understands, however horrible her ordeal.'

Hermione pulled away and stared at Dumbledore in shock. She most certainly did not understand! Snape had raped her! Raped her and allowed others to do the same. Others including a dog! She wanted to scream but only stood in silent rage.

'For the cause,' Dumbledore said. 'You’d do anything for the cause, wouldn’t you Miss Granger?' He had embraced her again and was petting her back soothingly.

'Apparently,' said Hermione, angrily.

'Watch your tone, Miss Granger,' Snape snapped. 'You forget to whom you speak. You’ll give the Headmaster respect or you’ll pay the price.'

Hermione cowered back, hating herself for her fear but knowing now Snape would stop at nothing.

'Now, now, Miss Granger. It’s not as bad as all that, surely? Severus assures me your virginity is intact.'

Hermione laughed in disbelief.

'That could be a problem, of course. The Death Eaters will expect Severus to bring you back, properly trained, and no longer a virgin.'

With one hand, Dumbledore was pulling up his robes. Hermione pulled away again in horror as he exposed his penis to her, not as big as Snape’s but large enough.

'Assist me, Severus,' Dumbledore said as he released Hermione and sat down in an armchair, his cock standing erect over an enormous pair of balls. Snape grabbed Hermione by both arms and held her up off the ground as Dumbledore stroked himself languidly.

'Yes, your virginity would be a problem. But it needn’t be. For the cause, Miss Granger. I’m sure you understand.'

Snape’s hand was at her cunt yet again, stroking her gently. Hermione was horrified to realise she was wet again and getting wetter by the second as Snape touched her, once more whispering exciting obscenities into her ears. He nudged her head back with his chin and for the first time he was kissing her, his tongue thick and wet in her mouth as he continued to stroke and pull and rub.

Hermione wanted to cry bitterly at her body’s betrayal, but she couldn’t resist him. She kissed him back with passion. All her tears were gone and she didn’t even resist when Snape carried her over to Dumbledore and arranged her so her virgin hole was right over the Headmaster’s cock.

'For the cause, Hermione,' Dumbledore said as his stiff cock tore through her maidenhead.

Snape echoed his words. 'For the cause.'

Hermione wanted her mother. She wanted to go back to being a Muggle, a little girl ignorant of bigger issues, a life not bound by danger and secrecy and betrayal. And then Dumbledore’s weathered hand was at her clit and Snape’s cock was between her lips and in spite of herself, she came. For the cause.

The End.
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