Thread: It's Hard Being a House Elf {darkest_fate&Rand}

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 been spurred by their efforts, formed SPEW fought for them. 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, 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... appeared to be their genitals . Hermione couldn't recall ever seeing house elves... genitals before. Yet here she saw several very erect specimens. No wonder the female house elf who'd directed Hermione down here had seemed 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 body, 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 grey 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 grey 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.