Chapter Text
It had been a whisper that started in the Gryffindor 8th year girls dorm. Parvati and Lavender gathered their friends around in a circle and began telling them about what they had seen the night before, when the castle was asleep. Well, some of the castle anyways.
The two girls had been out late at night to enjoy the stars, catching up after spending the winter holiday apart. When the wind began to pick up again, they packed up their blanket and began making their way through the halls back to the Gryffindor common room.
It was half way through their journey when they heard them. Whispers, laughter, footsteps. All confined within a door that neither had ever seen before.
They almost approached it, but quickly hid in the shadows as the door blew wide open.
Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zambini, and Pansy Parkinson emerged, ties ruffled and laughter spilling from their lips. The smell of firewhisky wafted through the air, and Lavender and Pavarti watched, enraptured, as the Slytherin’s began to leave and the door they had come through disappeared.
Most of the conversations were whispered too low for them to hear, but one sentence was loud and clear.
“What a great night for the Society of the Snakes.”
—-
Hermione wasn't ease-dropping. No, that would have been of bad manners. She was merely… sitting up quietly in bed with her curtains drawn when the conversation had started, and had made no effort towards making herself known.
The Society of Snakes.
If there was one thing that Hermione can not do, it was keep herself away from a mystery. Particularly, a mystery involving the 4 Slytherins that had been invading her dreams for the last few weeks.
Who could blame her? They were each gorgeous in their own ways: Pansy was the picture of elegance, with the tongue to match. She radiated power wherever she walked, and just a look could send Hermione into a spiral. Then there was Blaise, who was the silent type, but always smiled when Hermione would pass him in the hallway. Her eyes, ashamedly, always followed the string of muscle down his arms to his hands, and there had been many nights she had imagined how it would feel to have that hand wrapped around her throat. Theo had a similar effect, but where Blaise and Pansy were lithe and powerful, the young Nott air was mischievous and charming. He had a reputation of bewitching anyone who came across him, and Hermione was no exception, always thinking about the times when he had teasingly called her a “good girl” when ribbing her after potions.
And Draco Malfoy.
Oh, Draco Malfoy.
The bane of her existence. The person who had bullied her for her whole academic career. And the man who never seemed to leave her thoughts.
Individually, they all haunted her dreams in their own ways, as if passing her between them in usage. But last night, last night the dream had been different.
Last night, it was all of them.
—-
It started in a darkened bedroom. Hermione was splayed out on the four poster bed, nightgown billowing around her. The air smelled of cinnamon and apples, the desert that her mother would make for her on nights where they both couldn't sleep. The whole atmosphere felt comfortable in a way that Hermione could not describe by any other word.
The sound of 4 people approaching her did not startle her. It felt right for them all to be there, watching her with imploring eyes.
Before Hermione realized what was going on, her hands crept up her thighs, and she began to sink a finger into her own drenched folds. With her knees spread apart, she was giving her captive audience the perfect view of her undoing. With each knuckle that entered her wet cunt, a new moan spilled from her lips.
The audience began to play along. First came Theo, with his enigmatic grin and long fingers. He traced the inside of her thigh as he kneeled on the bed, drawing her in for a kiss. In her dreams, he was always a soft lover, taking his time to open her up and take her apart before he even dreamed of providing himself any stimulation.
When they kissed, Hermione always tasted cherry, and the faintest bit of mint. Kissing her dream Theodore Nott was an experience that she craved each time she watched him emerge from the side of the 4 poster bed.
Another weight joined them, accompanied by a strong arms wrapping around her waist to steal her away from the kiss. Blaise Zambini lifted her up so he could slide underneath her, holding the Gryffindor Princess against his chest so he could begin leaving purple bruises around the side of her neck. Zambini was the sweet, yet territorial one. He often would spend the majority of the night littering her with any sort of marks that he could inflict on her. And oh, did Hermione adore the slight nipping against her skin.
The two boys took turns lavishing her lips, Zambini taking extra care to make sure her lips were swollen as Nott palmed began to remove her fingers from her core to replace them.
When Pansy joined them, Hermione was so lost in her haze of lust that the addition made her clamp down on Theo’s fingers. Each of her deviants had their own kink and nature: and Hermione loved all of them the same. The queen of the snakes adored tying Hermione up in intricate webs of rope, and the tug of something abrasive against her wrist clued Hermione into being attached to the pillars of the bed. Pansy’s small hands were demanding while she worked, moving Hermione like a rag doll. By the time the dark haired girl had finished her work, Hermione was cumming with a whimper around Theo’s 4 fingers.
Through her haze, Hermione watched as Theo withdrew his hand and held it up; the three admired the slick mess she had made of his forearm.
But none admired Hermione’s taste quite like her 4th watcher: Draco Malfoy.
On Top of his flair for dominance, Draco was fond of burying his head between her thighs and making her finish over and over and over again.
When he stepped out of the shadows, the heir to the Malfoy fortune grabbed Theo’s hand and began to take a lick. As if it were the sweetest ambrosia, Draco’s eyes fell shut, and a growl tumbled out between his lips.
Hermione watched, core tightening again, as Draco came up to her for a searing kiss. She tasted both his familiar mint flavoring (that must be how Theo came to taste different today, she thought) and her slick as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.
“What should we do with our little lioness tonight?” Pansy purred, stroking a hand across the night gown to fist at the bottom to tear it in two.
Hermione’s breasts, now exposed to the slight chill of the room, became the center of attention. Blaise cupped them in his warm hands, drawing a moan out of the golden girl.
“Hmm, she’s been so good these last few nights. Pleasuring us each individually when our visits come around. I think she is due for a reward,” as he finished his speech, Blaise slapped Hermione’s right tit, making a tremoring moan flow into Draco’s insisting mouth.
The blonde ceased his ravishing of Hermione’s mouth, stepping back to admire the scene. “I think our naughty little girl would like to be full, wouldn't you, kitten?”
Hermione bobbed her head enthusiastically, and had no time to be ashamed that the puddle against the fabric of the sheets had gotten bigger with their talking. Her thighs were a mess of spit and slick, just how she liked it.
“Good girl,” Theo breathed.
Draco smirked. “Alright. Tonight, you will call me Master Draco.”
“I will be your Goddess,” Pansy chimed, coming to straddle Hermione’s thighs.
“I think Mr.Zambini would work perfectly for me.”
“And oh, I cannot wait for Sir to come falling from those pretty lips of yours. Much better ring than Theo.”
Satisfied, Draco knelt by her exposed core. “And you, my dear Granger, will be our Kitten.”
With that final sentence, the games begin. Draco began his torment on her opening, making even more of a mess than before in the process of stretching her out. The other two men immediately went to work sucking and caressing her breasts, each giving an equal amount of pleasure and pain to the pebbled skin. And Pansy gripped her hair to pull her into a punishing kiss.
Hermione knew she would not escape this without many, many orgasms.
For a little while, everyone stuck to their roles. But when Draco had opened her to his satisfaction, he began barking his orders again. The growling tone he used sent sparks straight to her core.
“Our Kitten is all stretched out now. Blaise and Theo, who wants to help me split her apart?”
“Not even offering me the chance, Drake?” Pansy pouted, using her wand to Accio a strap. “I deserve a chance to abuse that greedy little cunt too.”
Hermione moaned, and all the attention snapped back to her.
“I think,” Theo said, “that we should let our messy little Kitten choose.”
The Golden Girl was shocked, eyes blinking at them with wonder. So many great options, so many possibilities, and it was all up to her to choose. She wanted all of them, all filling her up, giving her the delicious stretching she could handle. However, she logically knew her body could not take more than two.
A mischievous idea dawned on her. “I want you all to battle for me. The two left standing will fuck me, and the other two can share the rest of my body.”
That excited her partners, who were always keen for a challenge. They all stood up, grabbed their wands, and paired off.
Draco faced Blaise first, spells lighting up a room. Blaise was quick on his feet, avoiding plenty of curses sent his way, but Draco was more skilled, and eventually Blaise’s want went skittering across the floor.
Hungrily, both the winner and the loser stalked closer to her. Draco began pulling his belt from its loops and stepped out of his slacks and boxers, exposing his hard member to the room. As he had won the battle, he wasted no time in thrusting himself deep into her core without any preamble, making her moan out, “Master!”
Blaise was not put down by losing, and instead shucked his clothes and straddled her torso, fitting his hard cock between her tits. His rough hands pushed the two globes together, and he fucked her chest with wild abandon as Hermione screamed in ecstasy with every one of Draco's punishing thrusts.
The last two competitors started to go at it. Both Theo and Pansy were excellent duellers, parrying for a while before Theo slipped on the rug, ultimately losing balance and toppling to the ground. Pansy smirked triumphantly, and used her wand to summon the strap to situate around her hips. The soft buzzing of the vibrator attached to the other side of the dildo joined the myriad of moans and slapping.
The small woman whispered something in Draco’s ear, and the blonde’s eyes turned feral. Much to Hermione’s dismay, he withdrew from her warmth.
“Master? Goddess?” Hermione whimpered, trying to talk over Blaise’s moans.
Pansy answered her. “Have patience, Kitten, or we will have to punish you.”
The ropes that had been suspending her dragged her higher, until she was hovering off the bed, providing enough space for Pansy to situate herself under the brunette and roughly thrust into Hermione’s clenching cunt.
Hermione gasped, and was given no time to recuperate as Draco’s thick cock joined Pansy’s strap inside of her. The stretch was delicious, and Hermione came, writhing and squirting her juices on both of her companions. But just as she began to give any protestations from too much pleasure, Theo advanced on her prone form, hovering over her at an angle that gave him perfect access to her waiting mouth.
The Brightest Witch of her age had never felt this full in her life.
After 3 more orgasms were drawn from her sensitive cunt, her 4 companions painted her with their cum until she was nothing but a mess of juices.
The last thing Hermione saw before coming to was the smallest snake tattoo glistening on each of her partners.
—-
The Society of the Snake.
Hermione had a lot of research to do.