Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 5 ~ A Long Night

When Hermione retired for bed that night, she had an uneasy feeling. She lay in her bed, going over the situation in her mind. The Professor had experimented with the male impotence potion without knowing what the result would be. Obviously his torn clothing meant there had been some sort of physical change. A great physical change. As if he had been enlarged. If this was the case, then all of his body parts had enlarged as well. Which included his sexual organs. How big had his cock become to have produced all that sperm? And was the transformation a one-time thing?

Hermione suddenly leapt out of her bed and grabbed her wand. She placed a repelling ward on her door, a shielding spell and several regular wards just to be sure. The repelling ward would meet force with equal force, so if a great weight were thrown against the door, it would be repelled. She climbed back into bed and drew her covers up around her chin, staring at the entrance to her room. She had a bad feeling about this. The Professor could be some kind of sexual Jekyll/Hyde.

Hermione was right to be worried, for at that very moment the Professor was in his bed wrestling with a powerful urge to fuck. He tossed and turned, covered in perspiration as images of female parts flashed through his mind, his cock unbelievably hard. It got so bad, his thoughts turned to his apprentice. Severus wasn't thinking straight. It was as if all of his inhibitions and control were receding. The Potions Master jumped out of bed, walked swiftly into his bathroom and turned the cold water on in the shower. He dove under it, the frigid water deflating him immediately. His teeth chattered as he stood with his head bent under the spray, gasping, his silky black hair plastered to his skull, the cold water running over his pale body.

Finally he exited the shower and toweled off. His cock began to inflate with a vengeance, desire flooding him.

"Damn it!" he said through gritted teeth. He walked back into the bedroom and threw himself into the bed, and laid on his back, his cock actually bouncing against his thigh, engorged with blood. His thoughts turned to Hermione again.

"She's my apprentice. Her job is to help me," he thought irrationally. "I can ask her to let me fuck her to get relief. This is a result of my project after all. She said she would help me with my project. And by Merlin's whiskers, I need help."

The Professor rose from his bed as if under the imperious curse. A part of him was screaming "What the fuck do you think you are doing, Severus?" but his rationality was being overridden by his body's urges. Naked, he walked into the study, then to Hermione's door. He knocked.

Hermione was wide-awake. When she heard the knock, she got a queer feeling in her stomach. "Professor, is that you?" she called.

"Yes," the Potions Master replied. His voice sounded strange. Hoarse. There was no silkiness, only rawness. "I need to talk to you."

Hermione noticed how unlike himself he sounded.

"About what? Can't it wait until morning?" she called back. This was very strange.

"No!" the Professor shouted angrily. "I need to see you now!"

Uh oh. Something was very wrong with the Professor.

"I don't like the way you sound, Professor. I will talk to you in the morning," Hermione called through the door, reaching for her wand on the nightstand and gripping it for comfort.

"Fuck the way I sound," he snarled, "Open this gods damned door right now!"

Hermione drew her legs up in the bed at the rage in the Professor's voice as he tried to gain entrance to her room. She knew what he wanted. Her.

The Professor tried the door and found it was locked. The naked wizard rattled the knob, enraged.

"Alohamora," he hissed, calling on his wandless magic. Nothing happened. He hammered on the door and found that his arm was flung way back. The little minx had put a repelling charm on the door.

"Hermione," Severus rasped desperately, leaning his cheek against the door, "Please let me in. I need you. Open the door."

Hermione stared at the door. This was the first time the Professor had ever called her by her first name. She climbed to the end of her bed coming to rest on her knees, both arms wrapped around her body.

"What do you want, Professor?" she called to him.

"You," he gasped.

Hermione flushed. He had so much desire in his voice. Her mind drifted back to her fantasies about him. He sounded ready to fulfill them. For a moment she was tempted to open the door and let him in. It had been a while since she had sex, and sex with the Potions Master had been a guilty dream of hers for a long time…

"Hermoine," the aroused wizard groaned against the door, the veins in his cock pulsing visibly. "Let me in."

Hermione steeled herself. She didn't know how he would react to her if she let him in. He might brutalize her, lost to the power of the potion. Obviously he had no control over his actions. In his right state of mind, the Professor would never approach her for sex this way. Well, her fears that the potion would be recurring were well founded. The wizard at her door was desperate to fuck. She took a deep breath.

"Professor, you are under the influence of the potion you tested today. I can't let you in. You aren't yourself. Go back to bed, Professor. What you're feeling will pass," she called to Severus.

The Potions Master pulled away from the door, a black dangerous look on his face.

"I don't want it to pass. I want to fuck you. Don't think I don't know about your fantasies about me," he growled. "Open up the door and I'll fulfill every one of them."

Shocked, Hermione covered her mouth with her hand. He knew about that? A flush covered her entire body.

"I'm bigger than you imagined," he said in a low voice, "better too."

Hermione crawled back up to the head of her bed and slipped back under the covers. This was too much. Would he remember this in the morning?

"No, Professor. Go back to your room. Or better yet, go to your stores and drink a deflating potion. It might counteract what you've consumed," she called, guiltily realizing there was an ache between her legs.

"NO!" Severus roared, flinging himself against the warded door and being thrown back across the room. He landed on his back in the middle of the study. The Potions Master began to convulse and shudder, his eyes rolling up into his head, his limbs flailing wildly. His back arched off the floor. His body began to expand, his muscles bulking up, his skeletal structure changing. He screamed several times.

Hermione leapt out of her bed, and backed into a corner, holding her wand out toward the door as the Potions Master screamed as if he were being murdered. What was going on out there? What was happening to the Professor?

Everything fell silent.

Hermione waited several minutes. There was still no sound. She cautiously started walking toward the bedroom door.

"Professor?" she called, "Professor, are you all right?"

Suddenly a powerful crash hit the door, startling the witch so badly she stumbled back and fell to the floor. Another crash followed, then another. A roar of rage filled the rooms.

"HERMIONEEEEEE!" a deep, raw voice cried.

Hermione's heart rose in her throat. That wasn't the Professor out there, at least not the Professor she knew. Whatever it was trying to batter down the door, and it was strong. It sounded as if he were smashing the door with a club. The door shuddered again, buckling inward.

Hermione, frightened, crawled under her bed, her wand gripped tightly in her hand, listening to the wizard attack her door over and over. But the wards held, the repelling spell throwing off the brunt of the force. The pummeling went on for over an hour, the witch trembling beneath the bed. If whatever the Professor had transformed to got in, Hermione knew she would be badly hurt, maybe killed, in a very horrible way.

Finally the pounding attacks stopped. Hermione could hear heavy, ragged breathing on the other side of the door. It slowly moved away. The witch lay there, her heart pounding as all went quiet again.

Hermione lay there listening. She didn't remember falling asleep.

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Severus awoke naked and sore, sprawled across his bed. The Potions Master's mouth tasted like ash, and his head was pounding. He groaned. This was just how he felt yesterday evening before Hermione confronted him. He rolled over on his back and sat up, wincing as he moved his shoulder. It was completely black and blue. What the hell had he done?

"Miss Granger!" he thought, rising from the bed. Had he done something to her under the influence of the Potion? He quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, his housecoat and his slippers, then exited to the study. He looked around astounded. Every piece of furniture was overturned. He walked quickly to Hermione's door and knocked on it.

"Miss Granger? Miss Granger! Are you all right?" he called through the door.

When she didn't answer, he knocked harder and found that his hand was repelled from the door. She had cast a repelling spell on it. He softened his knock and continued to call her.

Hermione heard the knocking and stirred. She opened her eyes, disoriented by the view of the floor that spread out in front of her before she realized she had fallen asleep under the bed. The witch had several lines creased in the side of her cheek from her face lying on the stone tiling. She ached all over from the hardness of the floor. She heard the Professor calling her. He sounded normal, and rather worried.

Hermione crawled out from under the bed.

"Miss Granger, are you all right?" the Professor called again. Why wasn't she answering him?

Suddenly the door was yanked open, and a very angry looked Hermione glared up at him, wand in hand. The Professor reflexively stepped back as she exited the room. Hermione gasped as she looked around the ruined study, then her amber eyes snapped back up at him.

"Professor Snape, because of you I spent the night sleeping under my bed. You tried to get into my room last night. First, you tried to seduce me, and when I refused you tried to break in for over an hour," she said, her brows furrowed, "I think if you had gotten in, you would have fucked me to death."

The Professor stared at the diminutive witch, trying to comprehend what she was saying.

"Having a hard time processing that, Professor? Use legilimency to see what I experienced," she said, tilting her head toward the wizard.

The Potions Master didn't say a word. He pressed two fingers against her temple.

"Legilimency," he whispered.

He saw Hermione get up and ward her door securely. In a few minutes, he heard knocking and listened to himself try to get her to let him in. He was begging. He saw Hermione climb to the end of the bed.

What Hermione didn't know was that with Legilimency, the viewer could actually feel the emotions experienced as well if they were strong enough. The Professor was aware that Hermione was aroused by his begging and considered letting him in to fuck her. His eyes widened at this. He held back a grimace as he listened to his voice reveal to her he had known of her attraction to him in her seventh year, and about her fantasies. Severus had kept that knowledge to himself. It had been quite a delicious little diversion for him to watch her create very dirty scenarios with him, though he never acted on it, desirable as the young witch had been. Now he had told her. Damn.

The Professor then experienced her terror as he attempted to batter down the door and watched her hide under the bed, trembling until he went away. She had slept there the whole night. He stopped the spell and looked at her, his dark eyes glinting.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger," he said softly, "I had no idea what I was doing, nor any remembrance of it." Yet he couldn't get the memory of her desire for him completely out of his mind.

"Well, we have to do something about it," Hermione said, "I'm not spending another night worrying about Dick Dastardly breaking into my room and ravishing me."

"Dick…Dastardly?" Severus repeated, looking slightly confused.

"Cartoon character, but in this case I am referring to your horny alter ego. I didn't even see it and I was terrified. No wonder you've been blacklisted," she said.

The Professor's black eyes raked over her, thinking that there was an aspect of his alter ego she had found stimulating before the beastly part of it took over. She had responded to his attempted seduction. Maybe he should consider fucking her…as himself. It had been a long time after all, and she was attracted to him…

Only a man would think about sexual conquest at time like this. Severus should have been focusing on finding a way to stop his transformation, not fucking his apprentice. Well, maybe he could do both.

He looked at the witch and said, "Miss Granger, I am relieved to see that you have not been physically harmed by last night's unfortunate events. I suggest we have breakfast, then head for the lab. After your initial task, which will be accomplished without magic, I will give you my research to peruse, and demonstrate the potion. Then we can work on solving this little problem."

Hermione stared at him. Little problem? He almost ripped her door off its hinges trying to get into her room to fuck her. That was not a little problem, that was a huge problem.

"Professor, I don't understand how you can be so flippant about this? You are a sexual Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde! You are transforming into a fucking incubus or something."

Severus looked at her coolly.

"I assure you, Miss Granger, I am not being flippant about this situation. Begging you for sex from the other side of your door is not something I am proud of, nor do I want a repeat of it. I am simply stating what we need to do. Once we target exactly what is wrong with the potion, we can fix it. It is a success however, in that it does give the user a sustained erection," Severus said.

"Not to mention an insane desire to rut like a hippogriff, as well as turning the user into the Insatiable Hulk," Hermione said dryly.

"We'll work those details out," Severus said turning to head back to his bedroom to dress. "Hurry up and get dressed, Miss Granger. We have work to do."

Hermione watched as the Professor disappeared into his room. She looked around the study and sighed. She lifted her wand and with a few flicks returned all the overturned furniture to its proper place, then walked into her bedroom.

It was time to solve the Professor's 'little' problem.

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A/N: Ooh. A rough night for Hermione. But juuuust for a moment there…she was feeling the Professor's animal magnetism. Then reason raised its prudish little head. Ah well. Please review.