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Severus Snape, plagued by erotic dreams of his 7th year student, Hermione Granger, decides to train her as his pet against her will.
This work is porn with very little plot. The universe ignores the ending of Half-Blood Prince: Dumbledore lives, Severus is a Potions Master again, all the kids return for their final year and life goes on as normal – except for Hermione, who finds herself at the focus of Professor Snape’s unwanted, perverted attention.
Story plays in Hogwarts seventh year (1997), and Hermione is already 18 at the start of the story (her canon birthday is 1979. September 19, plus she aged a year herself with the time turner).
This story was written to indulge my non-consent kink. It is porn without plot. Please note that the characters aren’t role-playing and Hermione isn't having a good time here. If this bothers you, please don’t read.
Disclaimer: this story is just a fantasy. Rape, is a horrible thing, and no one ever should have to experience it. It’s unforgivable and inexcusable. This work in no way endorses that. If you would like to try a non-consent roleplay, please don’t use this fiction as an example, do it in a safe way, with a trustworthy partner and with safewords. -
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Sheer pragmatism dictated that overthrowing Voldemort would be easier from the inside, especially if there were other insiders too. And if not, at least she’d survive.
Without saying a word, her eyes curiously dry, she snuck outside the tent, Apparating straight to Hogwarts.
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After Harry sees Snape's worst memory and reaches out for comfort, Sirius is not satisfied with a fire-call cut short. He decides to sneak into Hogwarts and talk to Harry directly. Tracking him down to Snape's rooms ends up showing a new side of everyone involved.
Or: Snape fucks Harry while Sirius watches. Then when Harry passes out, Sirius joins in.
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The Lord’s Rite. A nasty bit of dark magic that never really became illegal. More like it just… fell out of popularity under societal pressures. It certainly isn’t something any modern witch would ever want to fall victim to.
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Panicky, she sat up in bed, her ears straining, because there had been a sound, hadn’t it? Like a presence in the room.
There it was again, a low, shuffling sound, as if something slithered over the dirty floor - the whisper of a long robe, bare feet moving softly against the uneven stones.
“Get out of the bed, girl. You belong on the floor.”