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The Latest Potion Incarnation
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Chapter 2 ~ The Latest Potion Incarnation
"Are you all right, Professor? I bet with a nose that large your sinuses bother you a lot," Hermione said, frowning at him slightly.
"Miss Granger, I assure you that it is not my nose or my sinuses that are bothering me," he shot back at her, "I was unaware that it would be you I'd be mentoring. If I had known that, I would have blatantly refused."
Hermione looked rather hurt.
"Why?" she asked him.
"Because I had my fill of you when you were a pupil, that's why. I thought I was through with you for good. This is completely unacceptable. I will not have you staying in my rooms with me," the Professor said, his face black.
Hermione put her hands on her hips.
"If memory serves me right, Professor, you gave me perfect marks my last year at Hogwarts, and told me at graduation I had been a challenging student that made teaching less tedious for you than it could have been. I haven't changed. I assure you, I am still challenging. So you can assume that my apprenticeship to you will NOT be tedious. I need this time with you to complete my Potions degree, Professor. I need 'hands-on' experience. You have to be my mentor. It is already established that you will be at university, the verification of my internship signed by the Headmaster himself," she said, her eyes flashing angrily at the Potions Master. She continued.
"And as far as me staying in your rooms, I can promise you, you will be safe from any untoward advances. As irresistible as you imagine yourself to be, Professor, I assure you, I can control myself, and you will sleep safely in your bed at night. I only hope I can say the same," Hermione said.
The Professor looked at the witch as if her head had spun around.
"You hope that you can say the same?" he sputtered, rage almost taking his ability to speak away, "Miss Granger, you could be naked, greased and tied spread-eagled to the bedposts begging for it and I wouldn't come anywhere near you."
Hermione flushed a little at that image. She was into being tied up. In her opinion, the Professor would be the perfect wizard to live out a ravishment fantasy with. She had been stuck on the pale, dominating, dark-eyed and volatile Potions Master him since her seventh year. She was a virgin then. She certainly wasn't now. In fact, his declaration made her hackles rise. His statement sounded awfully like a challenge to her sexuality. Hermione frowned at the dark wizard.
"Well, if that's the case, then why worry about me being in your rooms? The Headmaster said I would have my own room, and since we have just declared our lack of interest in having anything sexual pass between us, there should be no problem," she said.
"I don't want you in my rooms because I don't want to be subjected to a constant stream of inane questions and chatter," the Professor replied.
"I promise I won't say a word to you about anything other than the work you assign me, Professor," Hermione said evenly. "Gods forbid I could ever have a decent conversation with you anyway."
How dare she say that? The Professor had a wide range of interests and was a virtual fountain of knowledge. He was an excellent conversationalist when he had someone worth talking to. He frowned at her. Well, he was in for it. This dialogue was a waste of time. Albus had already settled the matter. He had to mentor her, and she had to stay in his rooms.
Scowling, he opened the door to his Potions office.
"Go in, Miss Granger," he growled, thoroughly miffed at this turn of events, "I will hold you to that promise."
With a victorious little smirk that made the Potions Master want to twist her head off her shoulders, Hermione entered. She waited as he followed, walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out several books. The wall slid back. The Potions Master swept in and Hermione trailed behind him. Severus turned and looked at her.
"This is my study and library," he said, his eyes flicking to the wall-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with tomes then back to Hermione, who was eyeing the library with an extremely lustful gaze, "I expect you not to touch any book without my express permission."
Hermione looked at the Professor with a look that he immediately recognized as her "rule-breaking" look. The moment he told her no, she was going to go into stealth mode. He would have to be vigilant to protect his books.
"All right, Professor," she said, insincerely.
Severus looked her over. He could see she wore low-slung muggle jeans and an indecently revealing midriff shirt under her light cloak.
"Do you intend to wear the clothes you have on all summer?" he asked her, "You have no bags."
"I have everything I need," Hermione said, looking at the door leading off the study, "Is that my room?"
"Actually, that's MY room. But you will be staying in it, yes," Severus said territorially. Hermione looked at him consideringly, then walked into the room. Severus followed her, standing in the doorway as she reached in her cloak pocket and placed several small items on her bed, which was spread in Gryffindor scarlet and gold. Damn elves. This was a Slytherin's domain. Severus felt like part of his rooms had been annexed by Gryffindor house and Hermione was flying their colors.
Hermione pulled out her wand and said an enlargement spell. A slew of bags, boxes and suitcases swelled and filled the bed. Gods, did she bring everything she owned?
"You look like you plan on staying here permanently," the Professor said, frowning at all the luggage the witch had brought with her.
Hermione looked at him.
"Never," she said pointedly.
The Potions Master gave her a small smirk.
"That, Miss Granger, is the most reassuring comment you've made since arriving," he said, turning and walking into his study.
Hermione scowled at him, walked over to her door and slammed it shut.
"There will be no door-slamming in these rooms, Miss Granger!" the Potions Master shouted at the closed door.. He was sure she heard him.
Severus plunked down in one of the two armchairs in front of the fireplace. A wicked grin slid across his pale face. So, she wanted to be his apprentice, eh? Well, she wanted to work, he'd give her work. Grunt work. Starting with cleaning all the niffler cages, without magic. Nifflers were adorable, but they had a very high metabolism. They seemed to shit every five minutes. Severus stood up and hurried to his lab.
Once he got there, he walked into the back room where the lab animals were kept. He removed the self-cleaning spell he had on the twelve cages full of nifflers. The floors of the cages were raised several inches, each having a grate beneath where the pungent niffler droppings could fall through to a tray below. By tomorrow morning there would be towering piles of niffler shit with which Miss Granger could start her "hands-on" approach to her apprenticeship.
Severus went to his supply closet where he kept his caldrons, beakers and other items he used in potions making. He looked them over. All the cauldrons were tarnished. They could use a bit of shining up, and the glassware was dull. They could do with a good washing. The Professor's black eyes looked around the closet. Actually, the whole space needed to be emptied out, cleaned and dusted, and the items rearranged. Hmm. He mentally added that to his list of tasks for Miss Apprentice to do. He was sure he could find enough menial labor to keep her out of his hair for at least a week. If she complained, she was always welcome to leave.
He'd open the door for her.
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Hermione put her things away magically. The wardrobe and dresser were packed to overflowing with clothing and she had to do a space-increasing spell to fit everything in. She transfigured a box into a bookcase and placed her own little library between the shelving. If the Professor thought for one minute that she was going to stay in these rooms and leave his huge library unscathed, he was nutters. There was no way she wasn't going to explore those tomes. Hermione already figured that the Professor would probably place an alarm ward on the entire collection. But she had a talent for breaking wards. She would simply lift the ward and create an illusion of the chosen book to fill the empty gap left behind. Hermione could be quite crafty when she needed to be.
The witch kept up with the latest experiments going on in the wizarding world, and was well aware of the advertisement the Professor had run in the "Earn Fast Money" section of the Prophet, asking for test subjects for 'male enhancement.' She was also aware that he couldn't get a single test subject now because of the results of the experiments. Word traveled fast in the 'experimentation' crowd. There were quite a few wizards and witches that made extra money this way, and they quickly let others know when a test was likely to leave them in a bad way. Professor Snape's 'male enhancement' program had pretty much been blacklisted. She didn't know exactly what he was attempting, but she hoped to find out.
She wondered what he was using for test subjects now?
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In his lab, Professor Snape examined his latest incarnation of his male enhancement potion critically. It was a very appealing royal blue color this time, and smelled quite pleasant. The niffler he gave a dose to was sporting a nice, furry little woody, apparently without any ill effects.
The Professor unstoppered the bottle, tilted it to his lips and drank the bottle down. He waited. It had taken about two minutes to work on the niffler. Severus figured it would take at least twenty for him. Twenty minutes passed, and nothing happened. Severus frowned and waited another twenty minutes. He felt a stirring in his loins, then got a massive erection. There was no pain, or ache. He opened his pants to examine his cock. One thing about working with his own organ was that it was large enough to notice any physical changes immediately. He hefted his shaft in his hand and peered at it carefully. There were no strange growths or color changes. Well, that was good.
"Um, excuse me, Professor," Hermione voice rang out behind him.
The Professor quickly tucked his cock into his boxers and fastened his pants, Hermione watching his movements with amusement. From the way he was moving it was easy to tell he was fastening up his pants. Had she just caught him wanking off in his lab?
"Professor," she said sweetly, "You know, there are more private places you can do that."
The Professor whirled on her, smoothing down his robes in front. He had tucked his cock carefully but there was still a little telltale bulge.
"Do what, Miss Granger?" he demanded.
In answer, Hermione's amber eyes flicked loin-ward, then back to his face.
The Professor swelled visibly, in his upper parts, that is.
"Miss Granger, if you are insinuating that I was in here masturbating, you are terribly mistaken," he seethed at the witch. The nerve of her. "And why didn't you knock?"
"You left the door open," Hermione replied, "I was coming to ask you if you wanted me to get started?" Hermione's eyes swept curiously around his lab.
"No. Go visiting or find something equally time consuming to do. You will start your apprenticeship with me tomorrow," he snapped. "Now please leave my lab."
"Fine," she said, exiting the doorway.
"Still a nosy little chit. Still jumping to erroneous conclusions," he muttered leaving the lab and closing the door.
In its cage, the niffler began to squeal, and started convulsing. Suddenly it bulked up to three times its size, its claws elongating, its little eyes reddening and taking on a crazed look. Its little woody swelled to an enormous size. The Hyde-like niffler snarled, looked around hungrily, then stood up on its hind legs and started viciously humping the exercise wheel, its lips drawn back from its sharp teeth in a lustful grimace.
Professor Snape's latest batch of potion seemed to be quite potent. The niffler's reaction had been quite extraordinary.
How would it work on a Potions Master?
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A/N: Lol. Not a potion that turns the user into a sexual Mr. Hyde! Geez. I don't know where this story is going, but I think it's a good thing Hermione is going out visiting. Please review.
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Chapter 2 ~ The Latest Potion Incarnation
"Are you all right, Professor? I bet with a nose that large your sinuses bother you a lot," Hermione said, frowning at him slightly.
"Miss Granger, I assure you that it is not my nose or my sinuses that are bothering me," he shot back at her, "I was unaware that it would be you I'd be mentoring. If I had known that, I would have blatantly refused."
Hermione looked rather hurt.
"Why?" she asked him.
"Because I had my fill of you when you were a pupil, that's why. I thought I was through with you for good. This is completely unacceptable. I will not have you staying in my rooms with me," the Professor said, his face black.
Hermione put her hands on her hips.
"If memory serves me right, Professor, you gave me perfect marks my last year at Hogwarts, and told me at graduation I had been a challenging student that made teaching less tedious for you than it could have been. I haven't changed. I assure you, I am still challenging. So you can assume that my apprenticeship to you will NOT be tedious. I need this time with you to complete my Potions degree, Professor. I need 'hands-on' experience. You have to be my mentor. It is already established that you will be at university, the verification of my internship signed by the Headmaster himself," she said, her eyes flashing angrily at the Potions Master. She continued.
"And as far as me staying in your rooms, I can promise you, you will be safe from any untoward advances. As irresistible as you imagine yourself to be, Professor, I assure you, I can control myself, and you will sleep safely in your bed at night. I only hope I can say the same," Hermione said.
The Professor looked at the witch as if her head had spun around.
"You hope that you can say the same?" he sputtered, rage almost taking his ability to speak away, "Miss Granger, you could be naked, greased and tied spread-eagled to the bedposts begging for it and I wouldn't come anywhere near you."
Hermione flushed a little at that image. She was into being tied up. In her opinion, the Professor would be the perfect wizard to live out a ravishment fantasy with. She had been stuck on the pale, dominating, dark-eyed and volatile Potions Master him since her seventh year. She was a virgin then. She certainly wasn't now. In fact, his declaration made her hackles rise. His statement sounded awfully like a challenge to her sexuality. Hermione frowned at the dark wizard.
"Well, if that's the case, then why worry about me being in your rooms? The Headmaster said I would have my own room, and since we have just declared our lack of interest in having anything sexual pass between us, there should be no problem," she said.
"I don't want you in my rooms because I don't want to be subjected to a constant stream of inane questions and chatter," the Professor replied.
"I promise I won't say a word to you about anything other than the work you assign me, Professor," Hermione said evenly. "Gods forbid I could ever have a decent conversation with you anyway."
How dare she say that? The Professor had a wide range of interests and was a virtual fountain of knowledge. He was an excellent conversationalist when he had someone worth talking to. He frowned at her. Well, he was in for it. This dialogue was a waste of time. Albus had already settled the matter. He had to mentor her, and she had to stay in his rooms.
Scowling, he opened the door to his Potions office.
"Go in, Miss Granger," he growled, thoroughly miffed at this turn of events, "I will hold you to that promise."
With a victorious little smirk that made the Potions Master want to twist her head off her shoulders, Hermione entered. She waited as he followed, walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out several books. The wall slid back. The Potions Master swept in and Hermione trailed behind him. Severus turned and looked at her.
"This is my study and library," he said, his eyes flicking to the wall-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with tomes then back to Hermione, who was eyeing the library with an extremely lustful gaze, "I expect you not to touch any book without my express permission."
Hermione looked at the Professor with a look that he immediately recognized as her "rule-breaking" look. The moment he told her no, she was going to go into stealth mode. He would have to be vigilant to protect his books.
"All right, Professor," she said, insincerely.
Severus looked her over. He could see she wore low-slung muggle jeans and an indecently revealing midriff shirt under her light cloak.
"Do you intend to wear the clothes you have on all summer?" he asked her, "You have no bags."
"I have everything I need," Hermione said, looking at the door leading off the study, "Is that my room?"
"Actually, that's MY room. But you will be staying in it, yes," Severus said territorially. Hermione looked at him consideringly, then walked into the room. Severus followed her, standing in the doorway as she reached in her cloak pocket and placed several small items on her bed, which was spread in Gryffindor scarlet and gold. Damn elves. This was a Slytherin's domain. Severus felt like part of his rooms had been annexed by Gryffindor house and Hermione was flying their colors.
Hermione pulled out her wand and said an enlargement spell. A slew of bags, boxes and suitcases swelled and filled the bed. Gods, did she bring everything she owned?
"You look like you plan on staying here permanently," the Professor said, frowning at all the luggage the witch had brought with her.
Hermione looked at him.
"Never," she said pointedly.
The Potions Master gave her a small smirk.
"That, Miss Granger, is the most reassuring comment you've made since arriving," he said, turning and walking into his study.
Hermione scowled at him, walked over to her door and slammed it shut.
"There will be no door-slamming in these rooms, Miss Granger!" the Potions Master shouted at the closed door.. He was sure she heard him.
Severus plunked down in one of the two armchairs in front of the fireplace. A wicked grin slid across his pale face. So, she wanted to be his apprentice, eh? Well, she wanted to work, he'd give her work. Grunt work. Starting with cleaning all the niffler cages, without magic. Nifflers were adorable, but they had a very high metabolism. They seemed to shit every five minutes. Severus stood up and hurried to his lab.
Once he got there, he walked into the back room where the lab animals were kept. He removed the self-cleaning spell he had on the twelve cages full of nifflers. The floors of the cages were raised several inches, each having a grate beneath where the pungent niffler droppings could fall through to a tray below. By tomorrow morning there would be towering piles of niffler shit with which Miss Granger could start her "hands-on" approach to her apprenticeship.
Severus went to his supply closet where he kept his caldrons, beakers and other items he used in potions making. He looked them over. All the cauldrons were tarnished. They could use a bit of shining up, and the glassware was dull. They could do with a good washing. The Professor's black eyes looked around the closet. Actually, the whole space needed to be emptied out, cleaned and dusted, and the items rearranged. Hmm. He mentally added that to his list of tasks for Miss Apprentice to do. He was sure he could find enough menial labor to keep her out of his hair for at least a week. If she complained, she was always welcome to leave.
He'd open the door for her.
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Hermione put her things away magically. The wardrobe and dresser were packed to overflowing with clothing and she had to do a space-increasing spell to fit everything in. She transfigured a box into a bookcase and placed her own little library between the shelving. If the Professor thought for one minute that she was going to stay in these rooms and leave his huge library unscathed, he was nutters. There was no way she wasn't going to explore those tomes. Hermione already figured that the Professor would probably place an alarm ward on the entire collection. But she had a talent for breaking wards. She would simply lift the ward and create an illusion of the chosen book to fill the empty gap left behind. Hermione could be quite crafty when she needed to be.
The witch kept up with the latest experiments going on in the wizarding world, and was well aware of the advertisement the Professor had run in the "Earn Fast Money" section of the Prophet, asking for test subjects for 'male enhancement.' She was also aware that he couldn't get a single test subject now because of the results of the experiments. Word traveled fast in the 'experimentation' crowd. There were quite a few wizards and witches that made extra money this way, and they quickly let others know when a test was likely to leave them in a bad way. Professor Snape's 'male enhancement' program had pretty much been blacklisted. She didn't know exactly what he was attempting, but she hoped to find out.
She wondered what he was using for test subjects now?
********************************
In his lab, Professor Snape examined his latest incarnation of his male enhancement potion critically. It was a very appealing royal blue color this time, and smelled quite pleasant. The niffler he gave a dose to was sporting a nice, furry little woody, apparently without any ill effects.
The Professor unstoppered the bottle, tilted it to his lips and drank the bottle down. He waited. It had taken about two minutes to work on the niffler. Severus figured it would take at least twenty for him. Twenty minutes passed, and nothing happened. Severus frowned and waited another twenty minutes. He felt a stirring in his loins, then got a massive erection. There was no pain, or ache. He opened his pants to examine his cock. One thing about working with his own organ was that it was large enough to notice any physical changes immediately. He hefted his shaft in his hand and peered at it carefully. There were no strange growths or color changes. Well, that was good.
"Um, excuse me, Professor," Hermione voice rang out behind him.
The Professor quickly tucked his cock into his boxers and fastened his pants, Hermione watching his movements with amusement. From the way he was moving it was easy to tell he was fastening up his pants. Had she just caught him wanking off in his lab?
"Professor," she said sweetly, "You know, there are more private places you can do that."
The Professor whirled on her, smoothing down his robes in front. He had tucked his cock carefully but there was still a little telltale bulge.
"Do what, Miss Granger?" he demanded.
In answer, Hermione's amber eyes flicked loin-ward, then back to his face.
The Professor swelled visibly, in his upper parts, that is.
"Miss Granger, if you are insinuating that I was in here masturbating, you are terribly mistaken," he seethed at the witch. The nerve of her. "And why didn't you knock?"
"You left the door open," Hermione replied, "I was coming to ask you if you wanted me to get started?" Hermione's eyes swept curiously around his lab.
"No. Go visiting or find something equally time consuming to do. You will start your apprenticeship with me tomorrow," he snapped. "Now please leave my lab."
"Fine," she said, exiting the doorway.
"Still a nosy little chit. Still jumping to erroneous conclusions," he muttered leaving the lab and closing the door.
In its cage, the niffler began to squeal, and started convulsing. Suddenly it bulked up to three times its size, its claws elongating, its little eyes reddening and taking on a crazed look. Its little woody swelled to an enormous size. The Hyde-like niffler snarled, looked around hungrily, then stood up on its hind legs and started viciously humping the exercise wheel, its lips drawn back from its sharp teeth in a lustful grimace.
Professor Snape's latest batch of potion seemed to be quite potent. The niffler's reaction had been quite extraordinary.
How would it work on a Potions Master?
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A/N: Lol. Not a potion that turns the user into a sexual Mr. Hyde! Geez. I don't know where this story is going, but I think it's a good thing Hermione is going out visiting. Please review.