Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 7 ~ Observation and Research

The Potions Master and Hermione exited the dungeons to the Main Hall, walked up the main stairwell and caught the shifting stairs to the floor that held the Room of Requirement. Hermione had to walk quickly to keep up with Severus' stride. They stopped in front of a blank wall and waited. The door to the room appeared. The Potions Master pushed it open and held it for Hermione to enter first, then followed behind her.

Hermione looked at what the room produced. It was relatively small in size, all stone. On the wall to the right were two three-clawed clothing hooks. On one hook hung a white shirt, black pants and a pair of silk boxers. The other was empty. On the far wall were four iron manacles, the chains sturdily embedded in the stone, and between the manacles, a chair, built into the wall as well. In front of the manacles was a desk, embedded in the floor, and a chair in front of the desk, also attached to the stone flooring. The chair had a wide belt attached to it that obviously was meant to be buckled around the waist of the person sitting in the seat. There was also a plain wooden chair on the side of the desk.

On the desk were quills, parchment, a pitcher of pumpkin juice, glasses and two thick sandwiches. Hermione felt her stomach growl. They hadn't eaten lunch.

The Professor walked over and examined the manacles. He tested each one for strength, then took a good look at the chair. Satisfied, he walked back to the desk, took a seat in the wooden chair, picked up a sandwich and watched Hermione examine the bolted seat she was supposed to occupy.

"Why do you suppose it has a belt, Professor?" she asked him, sitting down in the seat and picking up the other sandwich. It was ham and Swiss with lettuce and tomato. Hermione took a big bite as the Potions Master poured two glasses of pumpkin juice.

"To keep you in the chair, obviously," the Potions Master replied, taking a sip of juice and leveling his eyes at the witch. "I sincerely hope you are up to this Miss Granger."

Hermione looked back at him just as levelly.

"You'd be surprised at what I'm up to, Professor," she replied a bit brazenly.

The Potions Master let his dark eyes sweep over her slowly and consideringly. Hermione felt herself getting warm under his lingering gaze. She felt as if the Potions Master could see through her robes.

"Would I really, Miss Granger?" he purred at her, taking a bite of his sandwich and chewing slowly. Hermione found herself looking at his mouth. He had a very sensuous mouth, the lower lip a bit fuller than the upper one. He licked them, breaking the spell.

"Miss Granger, just how far are you willing to go to help me develop a viable version of this potion?" he asked her quietly.

"I'm willing to go all the way, sir," Hermione replied as the Potions Master raised an eyebrow at her. She blushed as she realized how that must have sounded.

"I meant…" she began

"You may be required to go just that far, Miss Granger," Severus said to her, before devouring the rest of his sandwich and polishing off his juice. Hermione just looked at him, her stomach feeling full of buzzing beetles.

A napkin materialized on the table, and he picked it up and wiped his mouth and hands. The napkin disappeared when he set it on the empty plate. Severus sat back in the chair and watched Hermione as she finished her sandwich. She really had grown into a lovely young woman. The witch had spirit too. He appreciated spirit, and loathed women who allowed themselves to be bullied and manipulated by men. For some reason, he couldn't imagine Hermione Granger letting anyone walk all over her. He could imagine her surrendering however. To passion, that is. The Professor didn't realize how he was looking at Hermione as he idly considered what it would be like to fuck her. Only when she turned a deep crimson did he come to himself and clear his throat.

"Are you finished, Miss Granger?" he asked her. She nodded.

The Potions Master stood up and began unbuttoning his robes, his long pale fingers expertly opening one fastener after the other, his dark eyes on the witch in front of him. Hermione watched Severus mesmerized as more and more of the clothing beneath was revealed. He finished opening his robes, then slid them off. He was dressed in a tailored white shirt and very nice fitting black pants. The Professor was lean, but not skinny, his shoulders broader than she had initially imagined they'd be. All in all, he was quite a well-built wizard.

The Professor quirked his lips at the witch, then walked over to the empty hook and hung his robe on it. He fished in the pocket and took out a bottle of potion. He turned to Hermione.

"Miss Granger, if you are done gaping at me, would you be so kind as to attend me?" he said walking over to the wall with the manacles and sitting down in the chair.

Hermione hurried over and took the bottle from him and watched as he clasped the manacles around each ankle, then each wrist. It turned her on a little, seeing him chained. Severus looked up at her, and she stared at him, frozen. He was tempted to look into her mind. He gave in to the temptation and saw himself manacled, but standing up and flush to the wall, his arms spread out to either side. Hermione was slowly unfastening his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and spreading it wide, revealing his pale torso. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up his chest, then began kissing it. The Potions Master pulled out of her mind. How erotic her thoughts were. He thought he'd like to feel her tongue and lips on his body. He started to harden.

"Er…Miss Granger…the potion?" he said to her, snapping her out of her fantasy.

"Oh…certainly Professor," she said, opening the bottle and handing it to him. She checked her watch, noting the time.

The chains attached to the manacles clinked and rattled as the Potions Master raised the potion to his lips. Hermione watched his Adam's apple work up and down as he drank, wondering what it would feel like to press her lips against it as it moved.

"Damn," she thought as she took the bottle back from the chained wizard. "You'd think I've taken that potion, with the thoughts I'm having."

Severus looked at her as she stood there. There was a strained look on his face.

"Miss Granger, I would get out of arm's reach if I were you. Go strap yourself into the chair and take notes," he said a bit hoarsely, aware of his cock swelling larger as the witch hurried to her seat. She wrapped the belt around her waist, and buckled it. The moment she did, the buckle disappeared and the belt became smooth, with no visible way to open it. Hermione felt it all over. No. She couldn't remove it. Probably not until the experiment was completed. She still didn't understand why she was strapped to the chair however.

She looked up at the Potions Master, who was staring at her rather hungrily.

"Are you all right, Professor? Can you tell me how you are feeling?" Hermione asked him, quill in hand.

"Warm," the Professor said, his black eyes gleaming at her. "Aroused. Very aroused. I currently have a sustained erection."

Hermione wrote that down, looking at her watch to note the time.

"I am feeling quite randy," Severus said, "My entire body is aflame with the urge to copulate."

He ran his finger around his collar. It was getting so hot. He loosened a button. Then another.

Hermione looked at the time again, recorded it and wrote: Professor opening his shirt.

She watched as he pulled his shirt out of his pants. His black eyes were starting to glaze a bit. Hermione noted the observation, then looked at his pale chest. It was strong and well formed. He had a six-pack too. She would have never imagined that. She watched as the Potions Master struggled to remove his shirt. The manacles made it impossible. Finally he ripped the shirt from his body violently. Hermione gasped and notated it.

Naked from the waist up, Severus stood up, his eyes locked to the witch. He walked forward until the manacles restrained him.

"Come here, Miss Granger," he said quietly, his black eyes boring into her.

Hermione noted this and the time, then said, "Even if I wanted to Professor, I couldn't. I am strapped in the chair. The way he looked at her made the witch's stomach drop…right between her thighs. He had an enormous bulge in his pants.

The Professor scowled at her, straining against the chains a bit.

"Nonsense. Order the Room of Requirement to release you," he hissed at her, "Or to release me."

Hermione made another note.

"I can't Professor. You need to be restrained," she said quietly.

"I need to get to you!" he raged, jerking against the chains.

Damn.

Hermione noted the violent reaction to being denied. She decided to press him for more information.

"Why, Professor? Why do you need to get to me?" she asked him.

"I want…I need…to fuck you, Hermione. I want you underneath me, calling out my name," he said, his voice pleading now.

Hermione felt a gush between her legs as the usually cold and disciplined wizard went into sexual meltdown. Now she felt she knew why she was restrained. To keep from responding to him in case he managed to convince her to have sex with him. But she was strong enough to resist him even if her body was responding. But she wanted to test her theory about the restraint.

"Room of Requirement, release me," she said out loud. She waited. The restraint remained around her. It even seemed to tighten a bit.

Suddenly the Potions Master let out a roar, struggling madly against his restraints.

"RELEASE ME!" he screamed at the room as he strained toward Hermione. The hunger in his eyes was frightening, but exciting as his body buckled in the chains, jerking them, trying to rip them from the wall in his desire to get to her.

Hermione wrote everything down from his look to his wild gyrations. The Potions Master raged for about fifteen minutes. Then he stopped, panting, his chest covered in perspiration, his long hair half hiding his features as he glowered at Hermione. He looked like a beautiful, wild creature as he stood there, panting from his exertions.

Hermione watched as he walked back to the chair and sat down. He looked down, his hair forming a curtain so she couldn't see his features. He began to unfasten his pants. Her hand shaking slightly, Hermione noted this, keeping careful track of the time. The Professor reached into his silk boxers and drew out the largest cock Hermione had ever seen on a wizard. It was pale as the rest of him, the color deepening at the bulbous head. It was of enormous girth, the length of it reaching mid-thigh. Veins pulsed along the shaft at an alarming rate. She could see it throbbing in his pale hand as he caressed his inflated tool gently, his half opened palm sliding back and forth. Slowly the Professor raised his head and looked at her, his black eyes full of lust. Hermione felt as if she couldn't breathe. Then she remembered what it was she was supposed to be doing, and wrote down a description of his cock. She wondered if it was enhanced.

"No," the Professor croaked, "This is how it always is."

He was in her mind.

"Think of me fucking you, Hermione," the Potions Master said, his eyes never leaving her face, "Give me one of those delicious fantasies of yours to help me release. I know you have them. Open up your mind and allow yourself to see what can be between us."

Hermione reddened, but her eyes were locked to his movements as he caressed his cock.

"You think my cock is beautiful," he said in almost a whisper, "I see it in your mind."

Severus began to work his hand faster.

"You thought four years of university would help you get over your infatuation with your ex-Potions Master. It didn't. You simply pushed me to the back of your mind," he said hypnotically. "Now the nature of my work has opened you up to the possibility that the woman could do what the student could not. Ultimately, Hermione…you will have to help me test this potion when we perfect it. I will use it, but I assure you, witch…I don't need it for you."

Hermione's hand shook as she wrote his exact words in shorthand, a muggle skill she had learned back in her fifth year to record her Professors' lectures word for word. She was finding it difficult, writing while watching him stroke that magnificent cock. He had to be able to fuck with a bone like that. Her panties were soaked.

"Oh, I can fuck, all right Hermione. Potions making is not my only skill," he said. "I love your thoughts. They are so curious. You would like me to slake your curiosity. Last night you almost let me in. You wanted me to take you, but were frightened."

Hermione squeezed her thighs together. She hadn't known it would be like this.

"You want me right now, don't you?" he said to her in a low voice, those black eyes smoldering, his face in a slight sneer. "You're intelligent. Find a way to release us, and your pussy will caress this 'magnificent' cock instead of my hand. Find a way, Hermione," he breathed.

Hermione continued to write, not looking up at him…not wanting him to see how he was making her feel. How his words were affecting her, tempting her as much as his body was.

"But I do know how you feel," he hissed, "You want to be fucked by me. You want me to dominate you, bring you to orgasm after orgasm. In fact, you are close now and I haven't even touched you."

Hermione's hand faltered. She didn't want to write that down. It was true what he was saying. She hadn't been here a full day and she was panting for him. The witch shook her head, and wrote it down anyway. She was doing research. This was important.

"Hermione," the Professor rasped as his hand moved faster over his cock,

She didn't answer him.

"Hermione!" he shouted at her. She looked up from the parchment.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he breathed, rivulets of sweat rolling between his pecks deliciously. "Tell me that so I can release. I'm so close. So close."

"No, Professor," she said weakly, "I won't tell you that."

Severus' face contorted.

"Why?" he asked her. "It is the truth. I thought Gryffindors were honest. I already know you want me. I just want to hear it."

Hermione wrote his question and her response down.

"No," she whispered.

"DAMN YOU!" Severus roared, leaping up from his seat and charging at her, only to be checked by the restraints, his legs kicking out from under him. The Potions Master fell heavily to his back. Hermione tried to rise but was still locked in place. She looked at him worriedly. He had charged with such force, Hermione was afraid he'd dislocated his shoulders.

The Professor lay there on his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he began to shake violently as if having a seizure.

"Professor!" Hermione cried, then to the room she screamed, "Release me! Release me, dammit!"

But she wasn't released. She sat there in horror as the Professor started screaming. But she remembered to keep writing, describing what she saw as Severus writhed on the floor, his back arching upward, every muscle in his body bunching up then stretching out. Then he began to grow, his lean body filling out, inflating like some kind of cut balloon. She heard ripping as his pants burst from his enormous size, as did his silk boxers.

Shit. He was transforming

Hermione's eyes widened as Severus' cock grew in size until it was the length of a man's arm and the girth of a two-liter pop bottle, the glistening red head even larger. The great brute the Potions Master had become sat up and turned toward Hermione. She gasped. He had features like a Neanderthal. A low extended brow, bushy eyebrows that connected in the middle, a broad angular face and a cleft in his chin. But it was his eyes that frightened her most. They were red as fire and glowing.

Hyde-Severus stood up and brushed his hair out of his eyes with an enormous hand. He had to be at least 250 centimeters in height (approx. eight feet tall). Hermione stared at the transformed Professor in awe. If he had got through her wards last night, she'd be a dead witch for sure. There was no way she could take that massive cock. He really was built like an incubus.

The hulking transformed wizard stared at the witch, his enormous monstrosity of a cock pointing straight at her. Hyde-Severus crooked a thick, sausage-sized finger in her direction.

"Accio pussy," he growled.

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A/N: LOLOL. Man, when the end of this chapter came to me, I rolled. Good thing the ROR knows what's needed beforehand. Professor's Snape's attempt at seducing Hermione was a very good one. She was randy as a female hippogriff in season. Bet she's cooled off now though. Lol. Please review.