Hermione Granger openly gaped at the collection of house elves before her. It wasn't the elves themselves: Hermione had seen large gatherings of them before. She knew that several dozen, if not several hundred, of them worked day in and day out for Hogwarts. Hermione had literally seen them in action, had fought for them, formed SPEW. Yet what she saw now had her utterly dumbstruck.
"This---this can't be happening!" she insisted, knowing her voice went too loud in the large room. Like many rooms at Hogwarts, this one went unused for the most part. The castle had many such chambers tucked away, not only the Room of Requirement that Harry had found and used for the DA last year, but also several others. The house elves were certain to use them all. In fact, that was how Hermione had found... found this... orgy of debauchery stretched out before her.
Prefect Hermione Granger had been researching this for, well, it felt like months but weeks might have been more accurate. She didn't want to interfere with Harry right now, as he was busy taking lessons from Dumbledore and getting everything prepared for his inevitable confrontation with the Dark Lord. So Hermione figured that she could handle something like this by herself. Besides, it was hardly the sort of thing she really wanted Ron and Harry to know about. Just mentioning it to Ron would've resulted in belly laughter. House elves stealing witches' panties, seriously? Even Hermione had thought it ludicrous. Her own hadn't gone missing, but supposedly Ginny's and several other girls' had. As prefect it was Hermione's job to check it out. And as the president and founder of SPEW, it had been her task to believe the elves innocent until proven guilty.
Oh, how very guilty they were right now. The virginal teenager couldn't believe her eyes. Never in her seventeen (fairly recently turned, mind) years of life had she ever seen... this. Not even the few times she'd nearly stumbled onto Ron or Harry looking at illicit wizarding magazines or confiscated such materials from naughty students. The room was just... filled with house elves. There had to be at least a dozen, maybe twice that. And more than half had witches' panties wrapped around what appeared to be... well, it looked like their genitals. Hermione couldn't recall ever seeing house elves... genitalia before. Yet here she saw several very erect specimens.
Now, why did the female house elf who'd directed Hermione down here seem so bashful? The busy-haired girl simply couldn't believe her eyes. She kept working her lips, fighting the utter terror. "You!" she said, pointing at one of them. "You stop that---" Hermione paused, looking at a pair of panties, one that looked oddly... familiar. It took her a few seconds to realize why it did so and she flushed crimson. "Those belong to Ginny Weasley, not you!" she insisted, storming toward the elf in question, righteous indignation filling her every bone, making her small form quiver. She hadn't quite thought to reach for her wand yet: it still lay tucked into the pocket of Hermione's skirt, shoved against the side and nearly pushed up into her vest. Said gray vest, with Gryffindor color trim, covered a white blouse with rolled up sleeves. It all pushed down Hermione's already moderate bust, which heaved with indignation. A matching skirt, also fine gray with the Gryffindor trim, swished with nearly maximum regulation length meeting the top of a pair of long stockings.
"You give that up right now!" she insisted again, stomping a foot and gesturing toward the elf. "I can't believe you all would even consider... what do you have to say for yourselves?" And she looked around, wishing that she could channel Mrs. Weasley.<|im_end|>
The life of being a house elf was indeed troublesome. Having to work for witches and warlocks who often took their gifts for granted or mistreated them through malicious intent, clothing being their main bastion of sanctuary from that life. As such, it was perhaps little wonder why some number of these elves would take it upon themselves to have fun at the expense of the latest generation in those family trees. There was even perverse irony at play in how an article of clothing, namely young witch's panties, was the primary source of this fun, but none of the elves seemed to care on such matters as they busily went to work enjoying the ill-gotten wears.
A number of them didn't even appear to care when the Granger girl showed up on the scene, with a few of them even seeming to grow further aroused at the fact that one of the young witches they had so far ignored was now watching them play with her classmates underwear. The one busy with Ginny Weasley's panties simply stared at Hermione as she called him out on it, with a perverse little smile spreading across his inhuman features as he spat out, "Mine for now! She can have them back in another minute!"
His hand started jerking the panties even faster along his concealed cock as a few of the elves laughed at the response from their different placements within the room. The little witch is jealous, one suggested, while another that sat upon the table with one pair of panties on his head and the other hanging off his arousal suggested, "Are you mad we didn't take your panties, too?!"
Another chorus of perverse snickers came out of this, with the house elves gazes settled upon Hermione in a way that perhaps wasn't the most promising in terms of her intent on getting them to listen to what she had to say. Maybe we take your panties right now?! One house elf seated upon a nearby stool suggested, as it reached out with a cool poker from the nearby fireplace and snuck it under Hermiones skirt long enough to lift it and give them a good peek before she could brush the object away. They seemed to ignore any other words of indignation she had to say as they snickered and whispered amongst themselves in a less than promising way, before the young witch's attention would be returned to the elf that was busying itself with Ginny's panties. All done! Here! It called out, before suddenly flinging her friend's panties, now soaked with several loads of house elf cum, into her beautiful young face.
This earned a few cackles from the other elves, but this wasn't simply a lewd gesture on their parts, as the soaked panties acted as a big enough distraction for a couple of elves to sneak in on either side of the clever little witch. She needs to loosen up! One of the pair said, before Hermione was suddenly struck on either side by a bolt of magic. Even she could get to her wand in time to deflect one, the other should prove successful in hitting its target, as they aimed for the girl's midsection and hit her with a strong enough dose to likely cause a slight loss in balance.
By now, each of the elves had taken a break from playing with the panties in hand, as every one of them gazed upon the witch who would soon find her senses heightened in such a way that even her very clothing would prove uncomfortable to wear. Come on, now! Let us see those panties! A particularly bold house elf declared as it and another suddenly grabbed onto Hermione's stocking-covered legs; their slimy cocks rubbing themselves along the material of her stockings, while their skinny fingers reached under that lengthy skirt to teasingly stroke along her inner thighs as their hot breath could be felt upon her skin.<|im_end|>