A Matter of Proportions

One week later, a very tired Severus Snape searched through the thick undergrowth of the forest for Silver Star flowers and Moonlight ferns in order for him to prepare an anti-acne cream.

Who would have thought that giants were prone to embarrassing acne? Boils perhaps, bunions, cold sores, bubonic plague yes, but acne?

Snape hoped he did not miss any of the tiny flowers. He was not at his sharpest, as the dark circles beneath his eyes could attest. He slept little and rested even less.

His days were spent in service to the Gurg, making potions. So far he had made dozens of aphrodisiacs, painkillers, sleeping potions, pepper-up potion, lots of skin cremes and even a levitation potion, with no end in sight.

Piddling little potions that any half-competent second year could make blindfolded.

His nights were spent in service to his new master, Rubeus Hagrid. Every single night, he was on his back, being taken before a crowd of cheering, masturbating monsters by his now whistling companion. \"Hey, look \'ere, Sev\'rus, found yeh a Fire-seed plant,\" noted Hagrid upon sighting the crackling orange pods on the small bush-like plant.

\"You know how to harvest it,\" Severus sighed without even a glance at his companion. \"I am almost out of the seeds and that bastard will probably want more of the Glow Bright Potion.\" The giggling oafs had spent hours painting everything within sight bright glowing orange.

This was the most difficult part of the day as far as Severus was concerned. Pretending that they were simply two professors, two Order members on a mission from Dumbledore.

It was almost impossible not to think about what was to come in a few hours. This made it difficult for Snape to lock the confusion out of his mind so that he could function and would not curl up in a corner and whimper like a child.

\"Can\' get \'em,\" Hagrid said glumly as he searched his overstuffed pockets. \"Musta left me dragon hide gloves at camp.\"

\"Damn. Can you remember where it is so that we can come back and get it later?\"

\"Yes sir,\" he said jauntily. Severus shuddered. How could Hagrid call him \'sir\' and keep a straight face? Even he, with nearly twenty years of duplicity under his belt, had to admire the half-giant\'s ability to compartmentalize. During the day, he acted as he always had, jovial and gentle.

Until it was time for the other Hagrid to emerge.

Perhaps it was his experience dealing with dangerous animals that made the Gryffindor a natural dominant? Or could their situation, trapped with the giants, have brought out something that had always been buried deep inside the gamekeeper? His effortless mastery made the Potions Master weak at the knees. This was not the amiable teddy bear that the children adored. This Hagrid made Severus beg, whimper, and climax harder then he ever had in his life.

Snape was contemplating this when he froze. He had almost stepped off the edge of the world. He drew back, looking down into the sizable fissure in the ground. The trees on the opposite side were the same height so that if you happened to be looking straight ahead, you might not notice it until you were tumbling into the darkness.

\"Sev\'rus, oh, will yeh look at that!\" Hagrid had walked up to stand beside him and gazed down into the darkness. \"Wonder if there be cave trolls down there?\" He stepped closer.

Then everything went into slow motion.

The ground beneath Hagrid\'s feet crumbled, and with a cry he slid down about three meters before he caught a large protruding tree root.

Severus slipped also, but his body was still mostly on the unbroken turf. He carefully pulled his dangling legs back up onto the firm ledge. \"Sev\'rus, yeh gotta help me!\" Hagrid yelled, as he flailed wildly in a vain attempt to find some hand or foot hold.

Wand out, Severus pointed it towards Hagrid. \"Wingar...\" He stopped in mid charm and started to back away from the ledge.

For most of his life, Severus Snape had been convinced that if there were any gods, they must all hate him. But now, with this turn of fate, perhaps one had changed its mind and decided that just maybe he was worth saving after all.

This could solve all of his problems. \'It was horrible, Headmaster. Hagrid fell into the chasm before I could move. Without his, protection, I had no choice but to leave the giants immediately and return to Hogwarts.\' Yes, it was perfect.

But why was he not happy? Why was he confused?

Snape bit his lip as his heart began to pound in his chest. He felt an almost overwhelming need to run to the cliff edge and save Hagrid!

Then to bow and kiss his feet.

\"Sev\'rus! I\'m gonna fall! Please, help me!\" The plea dug into his heart; despite the rumors to the contrary, he was not a murderer. Severus had never actually killed another human being. He started to go back and help Hagrid. That voice compelled him and he wanted to obey. Severus Snape needed to please his true Master. He took one step; two then heard the loud snap of the thick root and a short cry.

The sound made up his mind for him. Severus ran to the precipice and looked down into the darkness.

Hagrid was gone.

And Severus Snape was horrified.

He wanted to be relieved but the sense of loss nearly overwhelmed him. Hagrid was his master, more then Voldemort or Dumbledore ever dreamed of being. No one would ever make him feel the way that Hagrid had. No one would ever love him, or command him as the half-giant had. No one else could ever give him the kind of easy domination that he craved.

A sob racked his throat as he started to run. He did not stop until he was near the giant\'s camp. Severus leaned against a tree to catch his breath, and pull himself together. Much as he would rather play with an angry spitting cobra then return to that little cesspool, but he had no choice.

He had to sneak into the giant\'s camp and get the portkey out of his trunk. He could use that to transverse the distance from Germany to Scotland and get back to Hogwarts.

Try as he might not to feel at all, Severus felt a sharp pain in his heart. Hagrid had saved him from certain death at the hands of the amorous Gurg. Snape owed Hagrid a wizard\'s life debt. His stomach clenched at the thought of betraying such a debt. That was ancient and powerful magic, not to be disregarded lightly.

But Hagrid had called the debt due. He had stayed for over a week to try and convince the giants to join Dumbledore. And surely, the forced sex canceled out any debt he might owe?

Hagrid admitted that he\'d enjoyed what he did to Severus. That should have crushed any sense of guilt or responsibility Snape might have felt for Hagrid\'s death.

But it did not. Snape felt more like a traitor then when he had turned from Voldemort.

A strange numbness filled Snape as he watched from the hilltop, waiting for the giants to be as far from the hut as possible. He was confident in his ability, but not stupid. If one of them was too close, they might just be able to grab him before he got the portkey. He had no intention of becoming anyone else\'s fuck toy today.

It was past noon and most of the giants were out hunting. Only a few were in camp, and none were anywhere close to the \'guest\' hut. \'Now or never,\' Severus thought as he moved stealthily in the shadows.

Forced to freeze at one point as a pair of massive giants shambled past, Severus held his breath until the pair moved around a corner and disappeared from sight. He sprinted across the open area between the huts and dove for the doorway.

Without hesitation he ran for the trunk, jerked it open and began to dig for the box that held the small antique toy car that Albus had used to make the return portkey.

As his hand found the box, he finally in his heart he felt a sense of elation. He was finally going home!

Sadly, the elation turned to dread when he found that the box was empty. Where was the portkey?

Merlin! Hagrid must have hidden it to keep him from running!

\"Posson Mass?\" Cold fear replaced even the dread in his heart as GurgNathingbane grinned lustily at him from the doorway. \"Where \'agrid?\" the creature inquired, entering the room and consequentially looming over Severus.

\"I, he, uh, sent me to get his gloves to harvest Fire-seed,\" he stuttered, realizing that this was the first time that he had been face to face with any of the giants without Hagrid by his side since the first day. What if the Gurg gave in to his impulses and decided to take the chance and rape him because he was alone?

Mind racing he tried to stand firm. If he could just bluff his way past the Gurg, he could still escape. He would have to do so on foot, which was more dangerous, but still there was a chance he could make it to a village or farm.

\"Pretty.\" The giant ran one hand over Severus\' hair, the other over the bulge in his own dirty trousers. \"Posson Mass not want \'agrid? Pretty Posson Mass want Gurg?\"

Hard pressed not to whimper before the giant, he still managed to say in a loud, clear voice, \"Hagrid is waiting for me. He will be angry if I am late.\"

\"\'agrid not \'ere.\" The giant knelt on the ground beside Severus and opened his trousers. \"Lick,\" he commanded smugly. Had Snape been a lesser man, he would surely have fainted as a cock that seemed almost as large around as his entire head almost knocked him over.

All at once several strange thoughts came unbidden.

He noted with clinical detachment that he could probably put his whole hand into the slit.

That the amount of pre-cum leaking from the head was more then he would produce from three orgasms.

The Gurg really needed to learn the basics of personal hygiene, if he did not want his sex partners to be overwhelmed by his stench.

And Hagrid really looks pissed.

\"Back off, Gurg! That be my bitch,\" the half-giant growled from the doorway. Frankly, he looked like he had just been run over by a raging hippogriff.

His clothes were torn and dirty; there was blood on his face, his right arm and down his leg. Rubeus Hagrid had his belt knife in one hand, and the umbrella in the other. His black eyes were seething with rage.

Severus fervently hoped that his anger was mostly focused on the giant and not at him.

Suddenly, GurgNathingbane lunged at Hagrid.

He roared something unintelligible as Hagrid dodged his clumsy charge. He jumped over one giant hand, and used his umbrella like a sword. He stabbed the pink parasol into the giant\'s right eye. With a firm grip on the handle he bellowed, \"INCENDIO!\"

Severus ducked behind the trunk as the Gurg\'s head exploded.


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