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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco/Hermione, Hermione/Crabbe, Hermione/Goyle, Draco_Malfoy_&_Hermione
      Granger_&_Crabbe_&_Goyle
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy, Vincent
      Crabbe, Gregory_Goyle
  Additional Tags:
      Gang_Rape, Gangbang, Forced_Orgasm, Anal_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Vaginal
      Fingering, Foursome_-_F/M/M/M, Blackmail, Creampies, Cum_Swallowing, Loss
      of_Virginity, Draco_Malfoy_is_an_evil_prick, Shower_Sex, Hair_Pulling,
      Slapping, this_is_a_rape_fic, anal_rape, oral_rape, I_don't_know_how_else
      to_clearly_tag_it, But_whatever, This_work_will_remain_incomplete
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-02 Updated: 2018-03-04 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3623
****** Slytherin Gangbang ******
by HermioneGrangerPunchedMeInTheFace
Summary
     Smut without plot. Hermione Granger leaves the Gryffindor Common room
     in a huff, looking for some peace and quiet away from the friends who
     take advantage of her intelligence... only to run into a group of
     Slytherin boys who are looking to take so much more from her in the
     Prefect Bathroom.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Will you two  stop it ?!” Hermione Granger screeched, suddenly shoving her
homework away. An inkwell overturned and spilled out over the table. Harry
hastily yanked up his own parchment to avoid the spill, but Ron’s essay wasn’t
as lucky.
“Oi!” Ron said, turning his head to give Hermione an injured look. “What was
that for?”
“Spare me,” Hermione spat, shoving her books into her bag. “You haven’t even
written your name on that parchment, yet. I’m so tired of you two sitting
there, playing ridiculous games, and not  caring  about your school work
because you’ll know that I’ll help you with it. Well, no more! I’m not saving
you from your mistakes, this time.”
“Hermione -” Harry started to say, but she only cast him a furious look and
swung her bag over her shoulder.
“I’ll see you later.” She muttered, storming out of the common room.
Those two were quickly becoming the most insufferable people on the planet, as
far as she was concerned, and Hermione had just about  had  it with both of
them. Which, honestly, wasn’t their fault. There was no change in their
behaviour and they weren’t any crueler to her than they’d ever been (though Ron
could certainly stand to be nicer ) but somehow they were driving her up the
wall in a way that they never had before.
Maybe it was the build up of everything. Constantly asking to copy off of her
homework or even having her finishing their essays. Begging her to do all the
research so they could complete their next adventure. Dismissing her as being
little more than a walking, talking library that they could use at their
leisure! Hermione had suffered through this all in silence, balancing tending
to their needs and doing their homework with her own problems...but now, at
this very moment, she’d had enough.
The corridor was dark and quiet, the silence only broken by her footsteps
stomping against the marble hall and the quietly aggravated muttering that
Hermione was doing under her breath. For a moment, she considered going to the
library...but she hesitated. That was the one place they’d  assume  she’d gone
and she didn’t feel like running into them so soon after taking her leave. And
though the library would be quiet, it wouldn’t exactly be relaxing.
Hermione darted down a different corridor instead, in a direction that she had
only gone in one or twice that year. The Prefect’s bathroom was the most
rewarding part of being chosen, but the fun had been more or less ruined when
Hermione had seen how out in the open the bath was. No curtains. And it was for
all Prefects, no matter what gender they were. The idea of one of the boys
walking in on her while bathing was...troubling at best.  But it would be the
last place that anyone would think to look for her. And she couldn’t deny that
the idea of a hot bath with essential oils and sweet smelling bubbles was much
more appealing than crying in some corner of the library.
Hermione practically marched to the fourth door to the left of the statue of
Boris the Bewildered, speaking the password with more force than was strictly
necessary. But at her barked command of ‘Lemon Squeeze’, the door swung open.
As soon as Hermione stepped inside, the dark room was softly illuminated by the
light of a candle-filled chandelier. The glow of the flames reflected off of
the white marble floor, stalls, and the rim of the sunken tub in the middle of
it all. It was quite pleasant, overall, and Hermione let her shoulders relax.
She slipped her bag off and propped it against the door that she shut and
locked with a spell. That wasn’t  techincally  allowed, given as it was a
shared bathroom, but what were the odds that anyone else would want in right
now?
Hermione moved to the bath, itself, running a curious hand against a few of the
many hundred golden taps that stood around the edge of the bath, brushing her
index fingers against the single jewels that were set into each handle. She’d
never been brave enough to take a bath in here, before, so she’d just have to
try them all.
She turned on the first faucet, and warm water spewed out, mixed with a sweet
scented bubble bath mix. The bubbles that came from this one were pink and
blue, as large as a football, and Hermione reached out to pop one. Its sweet
perfume grew even headier when she did and she actually giggled.
The next tap released a thick, white foam. It quickly covered the surface of
the water and erased Hermione’s fears about being seen naked. It looked thick
enough to support her weight and like it’d easily hide her body from prying
eyes. Pleased with that, she turned off the other tap and allowed the water to
fill as she quickly disrobed.
She neatly folded her robes and placed them away from the water, ensuring that
they wouldn’t get wet so that she had something to dress into when she got out.
She let her panties pool around her ankles, next, deciding she’d clean them
with a spell once she was finished. Her bra was the next and last thing to go,
nipples puckering in the cold air. 
Slowly, Hermione lowered herself into the water. It was pleasantly warm and she
waded over to a nearby ledge, sitting slumping against it so that her entire
body up to her breasts was covered. She closed her eyes and sighed serenely.
The bath was so nice that she could almost immediately forget why she was ever
upset in the first place...oh, why hadn’t she done this before?
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
Hermione’s eyes snapped open and she uttered a little scream at the sound of
Draco Malfoy’s voice. He wasn’t alone, as usual, Crabbe and Goyle were flanking
him at both sides and staring at her with interest. Horrified, Hermione pushed
herself into deeper water and used the bubbles to hide her body.
“What are you  doing  in here?!” She snapped at them, trying to sound
angry...but really, she was just scared and embarrassed.
“Trying to use the Prefect’s bathroom, clearly.” Draco said, smugly. “You
locked the door? Naughty, naughty. You know we’re not allowed to do that. I
should report you to the Headmaster. They can take away your privilege for
that.”
Hermione’s blood ran cold. It was ridiculous of her to be more afraid of losing
her title as a Prefect than of the fact that three Slytherin boys had her
cornered in the bathroom, but she was. Draco and his friends had always
tormented her...but she’d never done anything to make anyone see her as
irresponsible. She was so struck by Draco’s words that she didn’t even think to
point out that Draco had broken a rule, too, by inviting Crabbe and Goyle into
the bathroom.
“I…”
She swallowed thickly, unsure what to do or say and all too aware that she was
naked.
“What? No clever retorts from Gryffindor’s golden girl?” Draco tutted, stepping
clothing to the bath. “Do you want me to tell? I know Professor Umbridge would
love to get her hands on one of Potter’s friends. I’d even bet that she gives
you detention, nightly, every day for the rest of the school year. Never have
time to study or run around with your prat friends. It might be worth it, just
to see you cry. Unless….”
“Unless what?” Hermione asked, trying to sound fierce, but her voice was hardly
audible. No time to study? What about her grades?
“Unless you can convince me - sorry,  us -  not to tell anyone.”
“Convince you how?”
Draco smiled at her. It was not a friendly expression.
“Get out of the water, mudblood.”
“What?!” Hermione said, too shocked to even react to the slanderous word. “No!”
“Get out, or I’ll tell Umbridge that Potter and Weaselbee helped you lock the
door and get them put in detention right alongside you.”
The moment that Draco threatened her friends, Hermione knew that she’d lost.
Her eyes stung with shamed tears as she slowly waded over to the edge and
pulled herself out of the water. Her thick, bushy hair was stringy when wet and
water dripped down from her neck, breasts, stomach and legs to pool at her feet
on the floor.
All three boys leered at her.
“I suppose she’s not terrible looking...for a mudblood.” Draco said, elbowing
his friends.
Crabbe and Goyle grunted in agreement.
Hermione tried to move her arms to cover herself, but Draco stepped forward and
smacked at her hands, gesturing for her to keep them at her sides.
“Since you got out of the water without too much complaint, Granger, I’m going
to give you a present.” Draco continued, conversationally. “Something that
every mudblood like yourself would give anything to have.”
He pulled his robes off in a swift, practiced movement come from years of
wearing them and Hermione slipped in her haste to turn away from his exposed
form. Not quickly enough, though, because she still got a glimpse of his pale
prick. More fabric rustling told her that Crabbe and Goyle had followed his
lead.
“My friends and I are going to give you your only chance at having anything
pureblooded in you.” Draco continued.
Unthinkingly, Hermione  bolted  for the door.
She didn’t think about the fact that she was naked and dripping in water and
didn’t care that anyone might see her making her escape down the hall. All she
wanted was to get as far away from Draco Malfoy and his friends as possible,
because those vile words had scared her to her very core.
She didn’t get far. Draco had lunged at her as she went to slip past them,
fingers tangling in her long, dark hair. She screamed with both pain and fear
as he wrenched her back and threw her down onto the floor. It didn’t hurt much,
but tears smarted in her eyes anyway because she was naked and vulnerable in
front of these boys.
“That wasn’t very clever, mudblood.” Draco said, moving closer to her. One hand
held his cock while the other tangled in her hair again and forced her up to
her knees. “You’re only making it harder on yourself. Crabbe? Pull out your
wand. This mudblood is going to slobber on my knob and if she even  thinks
about using her teeth, I want you to hex her.”
Crabbe nodded and pulled his wand from his discarded robes, as ordered.
Hermione’s heart hammered in her chest. She wouldn’t have ever feared a wand in
Crabbe’s  hand of all Wizards...but with three against one and her pride
already injured, she was terrified to think of what else they might do to her.
“Open up, Granger.”
Draco pressed the head of his cock to her lips. Prodding for entrance.
Hermione pressed her lips tighter together. No. They could hex her all they
wanted, she wouldn’t do this.
Draco glared at her for a moment and then gestured at Goyle. Hermione wasn’t
sure what he was doing, at first, but suddenly he was behind her. He grabbed
her hips in his large, beefy hands and shoved her so that her face was pressing
down against the floor as her hips were held up in the air.
“NO!” She screamed, struggling to break his hold, but he was much stronger than
she was and his hands didn’t slip against her wet skin.
He rubbed his length against her arse cheeks, sliding between them so that the
head of his cock was dripping precum against her tight, puckered hole.
“You’ve got a choice, Granger.” Draco snarled. “You can either let me fuck your
throat, or Goyle fucks your ass and then I take your mouth anyway. Your
choice.”
“P-Please!” Hermione gasped.
Wrong answer. Goyle started to push himself inside of her. He only managed to
widen her hole, a little, but it was enough to terrify her. She screamed again
and shook her head, tears wetting her cheeks.
“Don’t! I’ll do it! I’ll -AAAUGH!”
Goyle thrusted his hips forward, shoving half of his thick girth inside of her
and tearing her virgin hole. Hermione screamed in tortured pain, trying to pull
herself off of him, but she couldn’t move. All she could do was cry as he got
himself the rest of the way in.
“Sorry.” He grunted to Draco. “Couldn’t wait.”
He picked Hermione up then, with an impressive show of strength, lifting her up
and off of the ground with his hands on her waist and his prick shoved inside
of her arse. Draco strolled forward and pulled her hair out of her face with
one hand so he could use his other to shove his cock in her mouth. He forced
himself deep enough to gag her, his balls pressed against her chin.
Then, in unison, the two boys started to  move.
They’d clearly done this before, somehow able to keep her suspended mid air as
one of them ruthlessly pounded her ass and the other choked her with his cock.
Hermione tried to cry out in protest but there was nothing she could do but
take  it, sandwiched between two boys against her will.
Goyle’s cock felt huge in her ass, tearing with every thrust. She could feel
blood trickling down her legs but that didn’t seem to bother him at all. He
just grunted, his breath hot against her back and fingers digging into her
hips. Every once in a while, he’d lick a patch of her skin and let out a laugh.
He was enjoying her pain and his prick throbbed inside of her enough to prove
it.
Meanwhile, Draco’s prick was quickly slick with a combination of his precum and
her saliva, hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She gagged
around it, her throat tightening around his head when he pushed far enough in.
She wasn’t getting enough air. Her head was spinning, making her too dazed to
even think about biting down on him.
Each abused hole felt like fire had been lit inside of it and there was nothing
to put it out. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her face turned red. Crabbe,
feeling left out, had started to palm his own dick, pointing it in her
direction. For a long while, there was nothing but the sounds of flesh on
flesh, grunts of pleasure, and her muffled weeping.
And then Goyle started to move faster. His breath was hotter against her skin
and he bucked his hips so hard against Hermione’s ass that Draco no longer had
to move his body forward to shove his cock down her throat. She was forced
forward again and again until -
“Aaaaah.” Goyle hissed out, sinking his teeth into Hermione’s back as he filled
her ass with his cum.
Draco’s orgasm wasn’t far behind. He slammed his hips forward so that she had
him down her throat, his balls pressing against her lips, and salty cum forced
down her throat. She gagged and choked, dropping to her hands and knees as
Goyle suddenly let go of her and ripped his cock back out of her.
She lied there on the floor, coughing up cum and feeling fluid dripping down
her legs. Crabbe moved to stand over her and all she could do was look up at
him as he met his own release, spraying his seed into her face. It was hot and
sticky against her skin and she whimpered.
Hermione hoped beyond all hope that they were done with her, now. That they’d
just let leave her there and go back to their own common room, satisfied with
what they’d accomplished. But, as Draco leered down over her, she had the sense
to know that wasn’t going to happen.
“How’s it taste, mudblood?” He sneered, rhythmically rubbing himself back to a
full erection. “Don’t tell me you weren’t raised with any manners, whore. Thank
me for letting you swallow my pure load.”
Hermione opened her mouth to obey, terrified that they’d hurt her some more if
she didn’t, but all she could do was cough. She lifted her hand to wipe at her
face, smearing Crabbe’s cum against her cheek. Her hand came away sticky and
she whined.
“She’s a mess.” Goyle said. His cock was streaked with her blood. “Needs a
bath. Piggie mudblood.”
“Go on, then. Toss her in the water.”
Hermione screamed as Crabbe suddenly grabbed onto her ankle and started to drag
her to the edge of the bath. She aimed a kick at his shin and was rewarded with
a taste of her own medicine as Goyle’s foot collided with her ribs. She didn’t
have much time to register the pain from the kick, suddenly submerged in the
warm water she’d drawn for herself.  She sank all the way to the bottom, like a
stone, and had to kick hard against the marble floor to pop back out and fill
her lungs back with air. Breathing hard through her nose to dislodge the water
from it, she wiped the water from her eyes and looked back to the boys still
standing around her with trepidation in her gaze.
“Clean yourself off.” Draco said. He stepped forward and sat down on the ledge,
dipping his feet into the water. “Go on. Grab the soap and start scrubbing your
tits.”
Hermione didn’t move. She just stared at him, bouncing slightly in the water as
she struggled to keep her balance. What was he getting out of this? Why did he
enjoy her humiliation so much, that he’d make her bathe in front of him, so
soon after raping her?
“I don’t think little piggie knows how to bathe.” Crabbe grunted.
“I think you’re right.”
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment and a cold chill shot up Hermione’s spine.
“Why don’t you jump in with her? Teach her how.”
Crabbe smiled coldly as Goyle took a seat next to Malfoy and watched his friend
jump into the water and wade toward the terrified Gryffindor girl. The water
was only up to his middle where it was just below her breasts and he cupped her
as soon as she was close enough, feeling the weight of her water slick tits in
his hands.
“Piggie tities.” He grunted at her. “Stay still, muddy.”
He let go of her, reaching for the soap. His hardness brushed against her leg,
under the water, and she closed her eyes. Maybe if she sank down, she could
drown herself. Even that seemed like a better option than standing there and
taking whatever these beasts had to offer. Before she could really consider it,
however, Crabbe was back with soap in hand. He started to scrub it against her
breasts. His fingers weren’t gentle. He pinched at her nipples and squeezed her
flesh hard enough to leave bruises in the pattern of his pudgy hands.
He even grabbed one and held onto it, forcing her to turn with him so that
Goyle and Malfoy could have a better view of him feeling her up.
“Don’t forget her cunt.” Draco called from the ledge, his hand moving on his
pale prick again. “I’m going to be in it, in a moment, and I want it spotless.
Crabbe’s hand moved under the water, touching her in the one place that she
hadn’t been defiled. The one place she thought they’d let alone. A finger
prodded at her entrance and she gasped.
Crabbe’s face lit up like a christmas tree, and he turned to Draco with a
triumphant smile.
“A virgin! The mudblood is a virgin!”
***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****
I will not be continuing this or any of my other fics. 
I wrote fanfiction because it helped me come to terms with things I had gone
through and take back control over my own mind and body. And, up until now, I'd
never received such an immense amount of verbal abuse and shaming. Accusations
that I'm somehow damaging the rights of women by writing what I do have made me
beyond furious and driven me to tears a few too many times. Having to explain
myself and give out more details than I ever planned to justify my actions with
has emotionally drained me. I shouldn't have had to deal with people talking
down to me or making assumptions about who I am as a person based on works of
fiction, but here we are. Every comment I've been getting are negative ones.
Some are so horrible that I've had to delete them. 
I don't know what it was about this fic that made everyone snap. It's no worse
than the others I've written, and I can only assume that people either didn't
read the tags or are Draco Malfoy stans and don't like the idea of him being
written in this narrative. Either way, what's done is done and I'm not going to
continue writing fanfiction as long as it's making me this unhappy. There's no
use in a coping mechanism that comes along with its own anxieties and all I can
hope is that the next writer who uses fiction as a way to vent their real life
problems and frustrations doesn't face as many issues as I got. 
Anyway, there's not much else to say. 
I'm leaving these works up, because I don't want to deal with the trouble of
deleting them all. And as a reminder to the community that you don't know a
person based on what they write.
-Angel
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