Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 3 ~ Transformation

Hermione stormed out of the Professor's room after tapping, poking and pulling on various objects around the closed entrance. She pulled the torch right then left, and the wall slid back, letting her out. She planned on visiting with every staff member, except Argus Filch. They never got along. She would just have to knock when she returned.

Severus entered his study and took a quick peek in Hermione's room to be sure she was gone. He then warded the study, sat in his armchair and unzipped his pants, intending to finish examining his cock for oddities and changes. It was certainly hard, and caused him a bit of discomfort, because a cock does not like to get hard for no reason. It wanted relief, and throbbingly let the Potions Master know this.

"You've been fine to this point. Surely you can stand a bit of unmet lustfulness in the name of magic," Severus said to it as he leaned forward and examined his rod closely. There were still no noticeable changes other than it was enormously engorged.

"Well if I did have an available witch, no doubt she'd be extremely satisfied," the Potions Master said to himself, a bit wistfully. The sexual stirrings that resulted from imbibing the potion were something he hadn't felt for a long time. Severus woke up each morning with a hard-on, but pissing easily relieved that. His daily rise wasn't sexual in nature.

As the Potions Master sat there, his urge to fuck was starting to really bother him. He hadn't felt the urge to masturbate in almost a year, but now…shit.

"All right," he said to his throbbing cock, gripping it in his fist, "Here's some relief, you randy tool."

He began to fist his cock, imagining himself driving into a nice, wet, tight pussy. He didn't bother with any other details, such as what the witch looked like, he only focused on the part that was most important. He began to grunt as pleasure shot through him. Yes, that potion was quite good. The thing was, the more pleasure he felt, the more his lust increased. He couldn't peak.

"Shit!" he breathed, working his fist faster, his imagination picturing his cock covered in creamy white lubrication, ramming back and forth into a sweet, pink core spread open between luscious, soft thighs.

Suddenly the room shifted out of focus, telescoping in and out, and the Professor felt a rush of adrenaline rip through his body. He began to shake.

"What the…" he began, then the pain hit him and he writhed out of the armchair, falling on the floor, his back arching up as he bounced around on the hard, cold stone. The Professor's eyes rolled back in his head and he felt as if his mind was receding into a deep, warm cave, passing something else that was coming out of it. Then everything went black.

Severus' body began to convulse and transform, his lean, muscular frame bulking up, his muscle mass increasing. His face became broader, more pronounced, and his jaw squarer, a cleft appearing in the center. His brow protruded in an almost ape-like manner, his eyebrows becoming thick and bushy, connecting in the middle, forming a uni-brow. His robes tighten around him, riding up to his knees. His cock increased in length and girth until it was an unbelievable size. He was already huge, now he was monstrous.

Hyde-Severus lay there on the floor for a moment, groaning. Then he sat up and looked around the room, sniffing the air. He stood up and looked around some more. What was this place and where were the females? He stiffened, catching a whiff of what he was looking for, lumbered over to Hermione's closed door, and looked at it. He grunted and pushed on it with a huge, sausage-fingered hand. It didn't move. He studied it, noticing the knob. He grasped it in his hand and turned it. The door clicked open. He pushed his way inside, his head swinging back and forth as he looked for the female he smelled. She wasn't there, but an enticing scent was coming from the dresser. He walked over to it heavily, took hold of the knobs and yanked it open with such force, the drawer fell out and broke, scattering Hermione's underwear all over the stone floor.

Hyde-Snape looked down at the little bits of fabric, his heavy eyebrows lifting, his black eyes hard. What was this that smelled of female? He reached down and picked one delicate pair of black knickers up and sniffed them. Of course they were clean, but he could still detect the scent of Hermione on them, he was so attuned to her sex. He grunted and pressed them against his nose and breathed deeply, his cock throbbing. He tasted them, but there was no flavor. He flung them down in irritation, and picked up another pair, blue this time.

After sniffing and tasting them and getting no satisfaction, the transformed wizard grasped a handful of knickers and wrapped them around his cock with both hands and masturbated with them, sliding the fabric over his enormous shaft and grunting with pleasure until he ejaculated strongly all over the remaining underwear lying on the floor. He got come on the bare floor, dresser and wall as well, he came so powerfully, roaring and rearing back as he shot gob after gob of thick, milky release. It went on a full three minutes before the hulking creature was finished, and his head dropped forward, grunting and heaving from his efforts.

Exhausted, the Hyde-Severus stumbled out of Hermione's room, through the study and into the Professor's bedroom. His huge form flopped face first on to the bed, making it creak beneath his weight. The wizard-monster promptly fell asleep, a pair of Hermione's come-soaked knickers still stuck to his cock.

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Hermione spent a pleasant day catching up with the Hogwarts staff. She walked across the grounds and had a nice visit with Hagrid, who almost affectionately crushed her to death when he saw her. After drinking some rather good tea, and attempting to eat some rather bad rock cakes, Hermione bid the half-giant goodbye, promising to see him around Hogwarts.

She then visited the infirmary to see Madame Pomfrey. She was startled to see the medi-witch wrapped in the thin arms of a rather ardent Argus Filch, who was kissing her as if trying to devour her face. From the way their bodies were pressed together, this was not a one-time event. Hermione tried to slip back out of the door, but Filch's sixth sense kicked in and he broke the kiss, spinning around.

"I see you over there!" he cried, stalking out of the office and bearing down on Hermione. "Spying on me, eh?"

"N…n…no. I was just coming to see Madame Pomfrey, Mr. Filch," Hermione replied, paling a little. She had bad memories of Filch. The twisted caretaker stood over her, scowling, his sharp eyes scanning her face.

"Oh, it's you," he said, recognizing her. "All grown-up now, but still skulking about the halls of Hogwarts. If I had my way, you'd be strung up right now."

"Argus!" Pomfrey said, walking out of the office fixing her hair and smoothing her apron. "Stop terrorizing Miss Granger. She had no idea you were here."

Argus turned to Poppy, and his craggy face softened a bit.

"All right, my pet. For you I'll leave her alone…but if she's anything like I remember her, she needs a bit of terrorizing. Sneaky little thing she was. Stealing potions ingredients, and brewing up illegal potions in out of the way places."

"That was a long time ago, Argus," Poppy said soothingly, "I'm sure she is much better behaved now."

Filch looked at Hermione severely as if seeing all of her sneaky little tendencies.

"Nope, she hasn't changed," he determined, "She's still not to be trusted."

He shook a gnarled finger at the witch.

"I'll be watching you," he said, scowling at her, then turning to Poppy. "I'll see you later, my pet. We'll pick up where we left off."

He gave her a peck on the mouth as Hermione cringed inwardly. Poppy and Filch? Ewww.

With a final scowl at Hermione, Filch stalked off. Both witches looked after him.

"What a man," Poppy breathed as Hermione looked at her incredulously.

The medi-witch looked at Hermione then opened her arms and embraced her.

"It's so good to see you back at Hogwarts, Hermione," she said, smiling at the witch. "I hear you are finishing up your studies at university."

"Yes, Poppy, I am," Hermione replied, smiling back at the healer. Her taste in men might leave something to be desired, but she was still a very sweet and caring witch. Hermione and Poppy became close during her last year at Hogwarts, when Hermione assisted in caring for the wounded during the Final Battle. She had shown such skill and bedside manner, that Poppy had hoped she would pursue a degree in Healing. But Hermione decided on Potions.

"I am apprenticed to Professor Snape for the summer," Hermione said. Poppy's face went somber.

"You have my sympathy," she replied. Hermione laughed.

"Professor Snape is the final challenge at the end of four years of hard study," Hermione said, "He's a hard wizard, but he's brilliant. I hope to learn much over the next few weeks."

Poppy nodded, then looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"You are sharing his rooms, aren't you?" she asked Hermione, her mouth drawn in a thin line reminiscent of Minerva McGonagall's disapproving expression. "Albus should be ashamed of putting you in such a compromising position. Imagine, a young witch your age sharing quarters with a man old enough to be your father."

Hermione felt a little stir of anger at this. What did Poppy think? That she and the Professor would be fucking? Not that it would be a horrible thing to bed the snarky Professor. That very act had been the subject of many a fantasy over the years, but she still didn't like the insinuation.

"Poppy, it is a common practice for apprentices to share the quarters of their mentors. The Professor is a cold, dismally dark individual, but I have never heard of him ever taking advantage of a witch."

Or even being with one, for that matter.

"Be that as it may, Hermione…this could be damaging to your reputation. It's perfect fodder for the rumor mill," Poppy said, folding her arms.

Hermione couldn't help thinking that Poppy's tongue helped power that mill. She was a lovely witch, but like most of the female staff at Hogwarts, she loved to gossip.

"It doesn't matter, Poppy," Hermione said, "It's not as if I am a pristine, untouched little Gryffindor anymore. I've made my rounds. I can handle a bit of gossip."

Madame Pomfrey's eyebrows rose at this admission. Then she realized this was not the bushy-haired little girl she had come to love, but a young woman who was now living her life as she wanted.

"Of course you can," Poppy said, smiling. She was no Minerva. She knew children had to grow up and accepted it. Hermione could handle the Professor and the rumors that would arise.

"Come, let's have a cuppa, and you can clue me in on what's been happening in your life," the healer said, locking her arm in Hermione's and guiding her into the office.

They spent a pleasant couple of hours talking about old times and new strides being made in the healing profession.

Hermione then visited the Headmaster, who enfolded her in his long arms fondly.

"Ah, Hermione. The halls of Hogwarts must be singing with joy at your return to us," he said, smiling at her broadly, his eyes all a-twinkle behind his half-moon glasses. Albus was as outrageous as ever, dressed in a voluminous zebra-striped robe and matching pointed hat.

The Headmaster sat down behind his desk, and Hermione took a seat in a comfy armchair in front of it.

"So, how warm a reception did you get from the Potions Master?" Albus asked her.

"Well, it was rather heated," she replied with a small grin. "He raged about not agreeing to be a mentor if he had known it was me who was to be his apprentice, then he folded and let me in the rooms. I'm not to touch his books or chatter inanely."

Albus smiled.

"Sounds like it went rather well, though I am sure he will have a few words for me next time we meet. I believe I will lie low for the next couple of days," the Headmaster said thoughtfully.

"Sounds like a good idea," Hermione agreed, "Then he sent me forth from his presence like some imperious monarch of the dungeons. So I am making my rounds. I'm going to have supper in the Great Hall then head back to the dungeons and go straight to my room. He said I will start my apprenticeship in the morning."

Albus looked at the clock.

"Supper has already started, my dear. Come, let's go together, shall we?" the Headmaster said, rising from his chair, walking around his desk and helping Hermione from the chair. He locked his arm in hers."

"I'm going to try a dish from America tonight. Pickled pig's feet. I'm told it is considered 'soul food' although what the severed feet of pigs have to do with the soul is beyond me," he said, escorting Hermione to the floo and tossing in some powder. The flames turned green.

"The Main Hall," he said, guiding the witch through.

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Albus seemed to enjoy his pickled pig's feet immensely. Hermione was glad she was seated far from the wizard. The feet didn't look or smell very appetizing to her. And they still looked like pig's feet when his order was filled. Where house elves even got pig's feet was a mystery. The little creatures always seemed prepared. Hermione looked at the empty seat that should be holding her mentor. Professor Snape did not come to supper. Possibly he was working in his lab. Like her, the Professor could easily lose track of time while working on a project. She knew that he was found of kielbasa, so ordered a to-go plate for him, hoping to get on his good side.

Once she left the Great Hall, she decided to try to floo to the Professor's quarters. Maybe he hadn't warded the fireplace. She stopped in front of the Main Hall's floo, took a handful of floo powder from the box on the mantle and threw it into the flames.

"Professor Snape's study," she said clearly, and the flames turned green. Rather surprised, she stepped through.

The moment Hermione entered the study, she smelled something gamey. She wrinkled up her nose. What the hell could that be? The closest thing she could identify it with was the smell of a menagerie that she had visited once in muggle London when the circus was in town. Definitely an animal odor. She sat the wrapped plate of sausages and sauerkraut on the table between the two armchairs. It was then she noticed the door to her room was open. She distinctly remembered closing it. She walked toward the room, and noted the animal scent was getting stronger.

She walked in and gasped. The drawer that had held her underwear was smashed on the floor, and all of her delicates thrown all over the place. She walked closer and saw dried stains all over her knickers. Closer examination showed the stains were on her dresser, the wall and all over the floor as well. Then she looked even closer, picking up a pair of stained knickers with the end of her wand. She stared at it a moment in horror, dropped it and charged from the room.

"Professor!" she yelled at the top of her voice. "Professor Snape, where the hell are you?"

In his bedroom, a groggy Severus roused himself, aware of Hermione screaming. He was lying face down across his bed. He didn't remember retiring, especially fully dressed. He groaned as the screeching voice came closer to his bedroom.

What the hell was Miss Granger yelling about?

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A/N: Lol. This ought to be good. How the hell is he going to explain this? Please review.