Fucked by a House Elf

"Winky is tired of you trying to turn us into bad elves!" shrieked Winky.

Hermione ignored the elf's fury.

"Listen, look at Dobby! He gets paid and still works. He's happy!"

""Dobby is only happy because he is a bad elf!" yelled Winky, shooting a nasty look at Dobby who was wringing his hands anxiously.

Dobby was getting increasingly worried about Hermione. This wasn't the first time she came down to the kitchens to try to persuade the elves to demand freedom. Dobby turned his attention to Harry and Ron to see that they were watching the proceedings with looks of exhaustion. They feared that if Hermione kept on like this the elves would become less enthusiastic about them coming down to the kitchens to get food.

"Enough of this!"

Harry, Ron and Dobby turned to see one very angry house elf slam down his stack of dishes. He was staring angrily at Hermione.

"You girl is not knowing when to quit!" he shrieked.

The elves near him seemed to be getting the same idea. Winky broke off her crying to suddenly grab Hermione by the waist and topple her while a swarm of other elves approached. Some grabbed her legs while others held her arms. En masse, they were surprisingly strong. Harry and Ron knew what was about to happen.

"Stop it!" yelled Ron.

Most of the elves hesitated.

"We is sorry sir, but this is the only way she is learning!"

"NO!" yelled Harry.

This made them stop.

"You heard Mr. Harry Potter!" shrieked Dobby. "You will not be hurting his friend!"

Both Harry and Dobby helped Hermione up. She looked utterly shocked that the elves were about to do something so horrendous simply because she had tried to free them.

"Dobby, I think we'll go." She heard Ron saying.

Dobby nodded understandingly. Winky and the other elves looked mildly annoyed still. Harry and Ron helped Hermione back up to Gryffindor common room where they deposited her onto a couch. Physically, Hermione was fine; which was more than they could say for the last four times she had got caught up in similar situations. Some of the color was returning to her face.

"Listen, you did the best you could but now you have to let this go. If Harry or Dobby hadn't been around…" Ron trailed off. No one had to say aloud what would've happened.

Hermione nodded silently. Ron and Harry sat with her the rest of the evening keeping the conversation light and being grateful they were able to prevent Hermione from being hurt yet again. The dementor incident a couple years back had come close to unhinging her and neither Ron nor Harry thought she could handle yet another attack. Due to the nature of the last incident, Hermione had been required to douche with melted chocolate throughout the year giving her a continually sweet odor. The effect of the Skrewt's fiery assault the following year had caused this odor to become reminiscent of someone cooking smores. The odor lingered at this very instant.

"It's getting close to dinner…Hermione do you feel like eating anything?" asked Harry.

"Not really," said Hermione as she stood. "I think I'll take advantage of the dormitories being empty and take a nap.

"Alright, we'll see you later," called Harry as he and Ron climbed through the portrait hole.

Harry and Ron took seats at the Gryffindor table and watched the Hall fill up with hungry students. They made small talk until the tables began magically filling with food. Harry immediately reached for some of the shepherd's pie that had appeared in front of him and dug in. The food was spectacular as usual and while he ate he felt the last slivers of shock wear off from the near fiasco. Looking around, Harry saw that Ron wasn't eating. His head was turned to the left, away from Harry, staring at something with great interest. Harry returned to his pie only to be interrupted by Ron grabbing his arm. Harry craned to see what Ron was silently gesturing toward.

Slowly, something was rising through the table. All Harry could tell was that it wasn't food. This thing was rising through the solid wood the way the Hogwarts ghosts could float through solid objects. Both he and Ron stared as what appeared to be the front of someone's body came into view. It was Hermione. Open mouthed and spread legged. No one could comprehend what they were looking at or how it was even possible. As Hermione's head cleared the table something occurred which had never done so before while she was in this state. A blood curdling yet hoarse scream was ripping from her open mouth.

The hall was growing increasingly quiet as the sound filled the room. In the back of his mind Harry thought it sounded like golden egg from the Triwizard tournament last year. Hermione had now risen all the way through the table and lay there on her back motionless as she screamed.

"We have to get her out of here," said Ron, grabbing Harry's arm.

Harry realized that the worst thing would be to leave her where everyone was watching, least of all where Malfoy and the rest of Slytherin House could see. Ron took Hermione's arms while Harry took her legs and dashed out of the great hall as fast as possible. For the second time that day, they dumped Hermione onto one of the red couches in the common room.

"No, no, NO, NO!" Ron was shrieking uncontrollably as he pulled his hair.

How could this have happened? Thought Harry while holding his face in his hands.

Dobby was running down the stone corridor that led from the kitchen to the entrance hall. He had to tell Harry Potter that Hermione had returned to the kitchens and that the house-elves' wrath could not be contained. Unfortunately, once Dobby made it into the entrance hall, the swarms of students were blocking his way. He knew he wouldn't make it in time…

Hermione lay quivering on the couch, coming out of the all too familiar catatonic state that followed these incidents. Ron and Harry watched with bated breath, neither one of them sure what would happen next. Hermione looked very shaky, perhaps even on the verge of tears.

"Wha...why did they-" she stuttered.

"Who's they, Hermione?" asked Harry.

"The-"

Hermione broke off, looking at her lower body wide eyed while propping herself up on her elbows. Harry and Ron watched as she started to wiggle and squirm in odd fashion and then her legs began to kick out oddly. Before either of the boys could ask what was wrong Hermione had stood up on the couch and wrenched her skirt up.

"Oh. My. God." said Ron in an awestruck voice.

Raining from Hermione's vagina was every elf hat and sock she'd ever knitted.

She began to jump oddly. The dance continued for well over five minutes; Hermione bouncing from one foot to the other in what would normally have been a very humorous way. Finally the downpour of hats and socks began to slow and a voice from behind Harry and Ron spoke.

"She's been fucked by a house-elf."

Turning, the boys saw Dumbledore looking grave and Dobby at his side with his hands covering his face as if ashamed. A metallic clatter drew their attention back to Hermione: A SPEW badge had fell out of her and she had passed out.

"I can't believe it." said Ron, shakily.

"Me neither." said Harry, but in a considerably less shaky voice.

"Every one of those goddamn hats!" said Ron taking another swig from the bottle of fire-whiskey he and Harry were sharing. Ron's tolerance for alcohol seemed considerably lower than Harry's; his voice was shaking with rage and sadness.

Hermione's frequent encounters with beings who desired to fuck her were starting to wear on her two best friends almost as much as they wore on her. A since of guilt had fallen over both Harry and Ron. They felt as though by causing the first incident with the troll, they had somehow set Hermione up to be fucked every year. Of course, this was illogical. Right?

Harry took a deep gulp from the bottle. No matter how illogical the thought was, they couldn't shake it.

"Well, at least Dumbledore punished the elves. Went down to the kitchens and showed them his penis. That set 'em straight."

"Yeah…"said Ron, taking the bottle back from Harry and drinking deeply. "Yeah…"

End Chapter.

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