Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 6 ~ The Examination

Hermione pulled the privacy curtain aside, entered the enclosure and pulled the curtain back. Then she turned to look at the Professor. He was sitting on the cot, his robe and legs tightly closed looking at her with a rather pained expression on his face.

The gown he wore was clearly too small for him, and by the way his legs were clamped together, Hermione realized his was trying to hide his cock. She fought back a laugh. It was the first time she felt like laughing in weeks, but it would be very unprofessional of her. Instead of laughing, she pulled out her wand.

"Your gown is obviously too short, Professor. Let me fix it," she said, flicking her wand at him.

Instantly the gown lengthened, the sleeves falling to his wrists and the hem dropping below his knees. The professor visibly relaxed.

"Thank you, Mi…Dr. Granger," he said.

"You're welcome, Professor. Now I know this examination will be rather tense for you so I will tell you what the basic exam will consist of. I will be giving you a constitutional exam, checking your general appearance, a basic Heent exam…" she began

"Heent?" the Potions Master asked.

"I will be examining your head, eyes, ears, nose and throat. Heent is an abbreviation," Hermione replied, looking down at her clipboard. "I will then examine your neck, then your respiratory, and cardiovascular system. After that, a genitourinary exam. If necessary, you may have to return for a few more tests.

The Professor hesitated.

"What is that last one?" he asked the witch. Hermione looked at him coolly.

"I will be examining your penis," she replied, looking back down at her clipboard.

"Examining it how?" he asked, scowling.

"Well, the examination doesn't involve cutting it off, so you have nothing to worry about, Professor. I know how to handle a penis without causing too much pain," Hermione responded dryly.

Her response was hardly reassuring.

"Then I will be collecting some fluids from you," Hermione said.

"What did you find that warranted an in-depth examination like this?" Severus asked her curiously.

Hermione was one of those doctors who didn't tell a patient what she believed was wrong until she had detected it. She didn't like to theorize, and she certainly wasn't about to tell the Professor she detected something in his blood unknown in both the wizarding and muggle worlds.

"I'm not sure, Professor, which is the precise reason I am giving you a more thorough examination," she replied. "After I go over all that, I will most likely have something definite to tell you. Right now I am simply collecting information. Now please stand up," she said, walking over to the table, reaching under it and pulling out a rectangular machine with padding and numbers on top. The numbers were under a glass bubble that enlarged them. She placed it on the floor.

"Please stand on that Professor. I need to know how much you weigh," Hermione said.

Severus slid off the cot, making sure everything was properly covered, looked down at the strange machine, then stepped on it, watching the numbers spin until they stopped. Hermione peered at it, and wrote the numbers down.

"Step off it, please and stand as straight as possible," she directed, pull a measuring tape out of her pocket. Severus got off the scale and stood in front of the witch looking down at her.

"Keep your head straight," she snapped, tossing the measuring tape into the air next to him.

Severus looked straight ahead. Hermione was a dominating little witch. She certainly had no problems giving orders. The tape unrolled itself and stood stiff next to the wizard. Presently some numbers at the top of it started flashing. Hermione jerked the tape down, looked at the flashing numbers and wrote them down.

"I can't believe in all the time you've been here, Professor, Poppy never recorded your height and weight," the witch commented. "You're six-feet three inches tall and your weight is one hundred and seventy-four pounds. You are within the proper median weight and height ratio for a wizard your age. Sit back down please."

Severus sat back down and watched the witch as she put the scale back and withdrew something else with what looked like long piece of fabric with a pump and a clock attached to it. Hermione put down her pad, extended the fabric and walked toward him.

"Stick out your arm, Professor," she said. Severus obeyed and watched as she tightly wrapped the fabric around his upper arm. She grabbed the pump and started inflating the strip of fabric around his arm.

"Ow, that's tight," he said.

"It's supposed to be. I'm measuring your blood pressure," she replied.

Severus felt the fabric slowly deflate. Hermione's eyes were on the small clock-like mechanism. The needle was steadily going downward, then started to jump. Hermione pumped up the fabric again and let it deflate slowly, watching the needle again, then letting the fabric deflate completely. She picked up her pad and wrote something down.

"Your blood pressure is low," she commented. "But that's better than high."

She unwrapped the fabric from around his arm and placed the item back under the table. She then pulled a long, thin piece of glass out of her pocket, that had a tip on the end of it. She pulled off the tip.

"Open your mouth and lift up your tongue," she instructed.

Severus obeyed and Hermione inserted the thin glass tube under his tongue.

"Close your mouth and hold that there," she said.

"Watsh thus?' he mumbled.

"A thermometer. It tells me your body temperature. Now don't say anything," she responded.

As Severus held the thermometer in his mouth, Hermione took his pulse and notated it.

"Slow and irregular," she thought to herself.

The witch removed the thermometer and looked at it, frowning. Hermione looked at the Potions Master, then shook the mercury down.

"Open," she said, inserting it back. The Professor took it. He noticed the witch looked a little put out when she read it the first time.

Hermione removed the thermometer and read it again. Her brow furrowed, she notated the reading. It read ninety-two point seven, six degrees below what it should. It had been ninety-one even the first time she read it.

She walked around behind the cot.

"Untie your robe, Professor," she said.

Severus hesitated.

Hermione sighed.

"Professor, I'm your doctor, not a potential girlfriend all right? I've seen plenty of naked wizards. I need to check your respiratory system. Now please don't be coy," she said with exasperation.

Severus scowled. Like the frigid little chit could ever be his lover. He'd probably have to start a bonfire under his bed just to warm her up. He opened his robe, frowning. He felt Hermione draw the robe down off his shoulders with her cool hands. She did have a light touch. Then he hissed and arched as she applied the freezing stethoscope to his back.

"Didn't I ask you to use a warming charm on that thing?" he growled.

Hermione smirked. He'd almost gotten a smile out of her. Almost.

"Take a deep breath Professor, then let it out slowly," she said, her eyes resting on the criss-cross pattern of raised scars that marred his alabaster skin. The remnants of the terrible whippings he received from the Dark Lord. She listened intently.

"Do it again," she said, moving the stethoscope lower on his back.

Severus inhaled deeply, then let the air out slow, feeling her press one small hand against his back as she listened.

"One more time, Professor," the witch said. He did it again and felt her move away from him.

"Your breathing is a bit shallow, but I can't hear any water in your lungs. Do your hands and feet swell up?" she asked him, as she walked around to the front of him.

He gathered the gown around his loins self-consciously.

"No," he replied, looking at her as she leaned in.

Hermione lowered the stethoscope to his chest, listening to his heart rate. It was also rather slow. Severus black eyes rested on the witch as she leaned over him listened, looking at her wristwatch intently. His eyes drifted over her rather lazily, wondering why she wore her clothing so large.

The witch looked solemn as she wrote down another notation on her clipboard.

"You can fasten your gown for now," she said.

Severus shrugged the gown up around his shoulders and fastened it as she watch. He certainly was well muscled, his belly lean and ribbed.

"You work out, Professor?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. Nice of you to notice," he said, smirking at her. He didn't get much of a chance to show women his physique, even if the woman was an uptight doctor.

Hermione looked at him coolly.

"I asked you that, Professor not because of your body, but because of your heart rate. People who exercise frequently have a slower heart rate," she said evenly.

"I see," the Professor replied.

Brrrrr.

Hermione began to do the Heent examination. She took an oddly shaped object out of her pocket. It had a fluted metal head. She made Severus turn his head, then stuck it in his ear. Of course it was freezing.

"Dr. Granger, do you have a cooler in your pocket by chance?" he hissed at her as the witch looked at his inner ear.

"No, but that's not a bad idea," she responded, turning his head the other way and looking in his other ear.

"Now close your eyes and point to the ear you hear sound at," she said, taking a small tuning fork and tiny steel rod out of her other pocket. She held it near the Professor's right ear and tinged it. He pointed to it.

She did it to the left and he identified it was well. Hermione continued testing his hearing, moving further away. He could hear very, very well. Abnormally well. She put the tuning fork away, took out her penlight and examined his eyes again. And again his pupils reacted strangely to the light, expanding to a great size before shrinking normally. She then checked his lids, and studied the blood vessels in his eyes, looking for small hemorrhages. They seemed fine.

Next was his nose. Now that was easy. His nostrils were so large she could easily see inside. She inspected the mucosa, septum and turbinates, gathering a sample with a swab.

She then examined his mouth, casting a spell on her hands as she did so, to sterilize and protect them. Hermione didn't like gloves…she identified abnormalities by touch as well as sight. She was a hands-on kind of doctor. Using a tongue depressor and her penlight, she examined and gagged the Professor several times. He had a very long tongue. She poked and probed around his mouth testing the hard and soft palates, applying pressure to his salivary glands, then inserting a long swab and taking a sample from his upper throat. He sounded as if he were going to vomit.

"Are you gagging me on purpose?" he asked her, rubbing his throat angrily as she withdrew the swab and stuck it in a small vial.

Hermione thought if she was purposely gagging him, he would have deserved it for all the hell he put her through when she was in his Potions class. But she let the thought go. She really wasn't doing it on purpose. He just had a strong gag reflex. The witch examined his neck, running her small hands over it, twisting and turning it to see if it rotated freely and asking him if he felt any pain. The small bruise was still there, purple as ever. His neck seemed fine.

"Open your gown again, Professor. I need to watch you breathe. Take slow deep breaths," she said.

Severus opened his gown, but kept it closed over his loins. Hermione couldn't see his lower belly.

"Are we going to go through this again?" she asked him.

The Professor released his gown and Hermione pulled it apart. She didn't even look down, but focused on assessing his respiratory efforts, watching for intercostal retractions, his use of accessory muscles, and diaphragmatic movement. His breathing seemed a tiny bit restricted but that could be because of the lack of oxygen caused by his anemia. She also watched the palpitation and percussion of his chest as he breathed. It too seemed all right.

"Do you have any problems breathing, Professor?" she asked him.

"No, not that I know of," he responded.

Hermione nodded in that irritating way doctors nodded when they were thinking something they weren't about to tell their patient. Severus scowled. He felt like a lab animal with all her probing and observing.

"Are you almost done?" he asked her.

"No," she responded, straightening, "Tie your gown and come with me," she said imperiously, exiting the enclosure. Severus tied his gown together, walked to the curtain and peeked out.

"Dr. Granger, someone could just walk in here and see me in this abominable gown," he called to her.

"Don't worry. I've installed a bell. Anyone who wants to come in has to buzz me," she said, "unless it is an emergency. Then the door will open automatically. It's a 'smart spell'" she said from another enclosure. "I was expecting you, that's why you were able to walk right in."

Severus hesitated, then exited the enclosure, walking swiftly.

"Where are you?" he asked looking at all the drawn curtains.

"In here," she said.

He followed the sound of her voice, parted another curtain and found her standing next to a machine.

"What is that?" he asked her, looking down at the contraption. It looked like a mat stretched over wheels. There was a kind of handlebar to hold on to.

"It's an old-fashion treadmill. You run on it to increase your heart rate, so I can check it," Hermione said. "It's for the cardiovascular exam."

Severus frowned at Hermione.

"Just how am I supposed to run on that?" he asked her.

Hermione put her hands on her hips. Just get on it. I'll start it for you," she said, pulling out her wand. "Do you run?"

"On occasion. Once or twice a week," Severus replied, gingerly stepping on to the contraption.


"Now, start running when the treadmill starts to spin," Hermione said, flicking her wand at the machine and sending the Potions Master flying off it.

Luckily he kept his balance. His gown flew up however. Hermione only got a glimpse of black hair.

"Are you trying to kill me, doctor?" Severus seethed, storming back up to the machine and staring down at the witch imperiously.

"I might have started it a bit fast," she admitted. "I just got this. Let's try a walk first."

"Yes, let's," Severus replied snarkily, stepping back on the treadmill and gripping the handlebars this time.

Hermione flicked the wand again and the treadmill started spinning slowly, Severus walking on it at an easy pace.

"Good, how do you feel?" she asked him.

"I feel like an idiot," he replied, walking over the turning mat.

"Well, I am going to speed it up," Hermione said, flicking her wand at it again. It began to go faster. Severus was jogging now. Hermione watched him for a moment.

"That seems like a good pace. I'll be back in ten minutes," she said, exiting the enclosure.

"But…" Severus said, but the witch was gone. He scowled and kept jogging, the gown flying up with every step he took. It was just as well she was gone. He didn't want her watching his cock bouncing up and down.

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Hermione returned in ten minutes like she said. She had been labeling her swabs and putting them in the lab for testing. Severus was jogging easily along when she came back and the witch stopped the treadmill.

"Get off quickly," she said, picking up the cold stethoscope, parting his gown and pressing the cold disk to his chest.

Severus jerked, but didn't say anything about how cold it was this time. The witch knew it. She was purposely tormenting him as far as he was concerned. Hermione looked at his watch. She also checked for abnormal sounds and murmurs. She didn't hear anything out of whack, and considering how slow his heartbeat had been, it fell within normal range now. She took the stethoscope away and wrote something on her clipboard. She pointed to another raised cot.

"Sit down there," she said, putting her clipboard down.

Severus sat and Hermione began to run her hands over his legs and ankles, pressing the skin down and watching how it sprang back. Her small hands were cool and soft, her gaze focused. Severus watched her passionless examination of his limbs and couldn't help wondering if she were always so cold and detached when touching a wizard's body.

"No edema," she said straightening and picking up her clipboard. "All right, lay down on your back and open your gown all the way," she said, looking at him.

Severus stared at her for a moment. He had to expose himself to his former student.

"She's a doctor," he said to himself, as he swung his legs up on the cot and lay down on his back.

Hermione watched as his pale fingers undid the ties and spread his gown open so he lay nude before her. Her eyes did an initial glance down his pale body as she approached him, her face neutral as he looked up at her

Damn.

The Potions Master noticed her hesitate slightly as her eyes passed over his loins. He smirked to himself. She may have seen a lot of naked wizards in her day, but obviously no one hung like he was. But she was very calm and collected. Except for the slight hesitation, probably from shock…she showed no sign of surprise.

"I'm doing the gastrointestinal examination now. You're going to feel some pressure," she said, her voice even. "I'm looking for the presence of any masses or tenderness in your abdomen, liver or spleen, and also for hernias."

Severus grunted as Hermione pressed and prodded his body, her small fingers moving over him. Her face was screwed up in intense concentration as she checked for any abnormalities. She found none. She turned, made a notation on her clipboard, then turned back to him, a stoic look on her face.

"Ok Professor. Now I have to do the genitourinary exam. Many wizards have a natural reaction to this, so don't be embarrassed," she said evenly, moving lower.

"A reaction?" he asked.

"Yes. You are probably going to get an erection," she responded.

Severus blinked at her. Fine with him. He was tempted to ask if he got one would she provide relief for it, but said nothing.

Hermione retrieved a vial, took out her wand and looked at the Professor's penis. It was nestled in a thick tangle of fine black hair that ran in a thinning line to just below the wizard's navel. The average size of the male penis was supposed to be around six inches. The Professor was easily ten if not longer. Hermione couldn't help thinking that he was probably a very hard wizard to tangle with sexually. She was staring at his cock as she thought this.

Severus cleared his throat, and Hermione started, then slid his shaft aside so she could get to his scrotum with her wand. She placed the tip against it, and whispered a spell. Severus felt a very pleasurable sensation, almost like ejaculation and let out a very, deep, feral groan, his cock hardening immediately as his black eyes went hot. He started panting.

Hermione tried to ignore his reaction as best she could, but his cock was growing to an enormous size very quickly, rolling over and throbbing, the pale color darkening as it filled with blood and stretched to an enormous length and girth. He had to be closer to eleven inches. She had never seen an organ this big on a wizard. She removed her wand and tapped it to the vial, and it began to fill with sperm.

She noticed the Professor's dark eyes on her. They were filled with heat. Hermione was used to this reaction, but this was her former Potions Master. She had never thought of him as a sexual being before, and obviously, he was very sexual.

"That's quite a spell, doctor," he said in a rather low silky voice.

"Yes. Quite pleasurable they tell me," she responded shortly. The vial was full now. She set it and the wand on the table.

"Quite," he agreed, wondering if she were going to touch him with her bare hands. He hoped so. And she did.

Hermione lifted Severus's swollen cock, and looked at it closely, then slowly ran her hand up and down the length of it, checking for any lesions, unevenness or warts. It was to Severus, the equivalent of a hand job, and the wizard groaned again. She rubbed her thumb slowly under the flange to see if there were any abnormalities.

"Dear gods, Dr. Granger," the wizard said, his back arching slightly.

Hermione hadn't known the wizard would have such an overtly sexual response to his examination. Most wizards hid their pleasure. Every muscle in his body was tensing up. It was really something to see. The head was leaking fluid now as Hermione moved one hand to his scrotum, pressing it and rolling it between her fingers, testing to see if there was any tenderness or masses, making the wizard buckle as she did so. She looked up at him again, and found his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip, his head tilted back toward the ceiling.

Hermione suddenly began to feel a little odd as she looked at him. There was a kind of fluttering in her belly…like there was something crawling around inside her.

She continued her examination of the wizard, listening to him gasp and groan as he did so. She saw signs of ejaculation approaching and she should have stopped. But something wouldn't let her. She checked for lesions again, although she knew he didn't have any, running her hands up and down his huge cock over and over, her pupils dilating. Suddenly, she had a strong desire to take the wizard's organ into her mouth. She released him quickly as if his cock had turned white-hot, stepping back a few feet. It dropped heavily against his thigh with an audible thud.

Severus groaned and his eyes snapped open. He lifted his head and looked at the witch hungrily. She had almost taken him to the peak.

"You can close your gown now, Professor," the witch said, forcing her voice to remain calm, picking up her clipboard and writing something down. "Your penis is fine."

"It's over?" Severus said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "You know, I do feel a slight ache just underneath the head…"

"You're fine, Professor. Close your gown," Hermione snapped at him.

Severus let his head drop back in exasperation. He knew this was just an examination, but damn, the least she could do after arousing him so much was help him come. It had been a long time since a witch had touched his cock. A very long time.

Severus sat up on his elbows for a moment, looking down at his swollen organ. It wasn't going down. He sat up completely, swung his legs over the edge of the cot and closed his gown. His cock slipped through the gap, pointing at the ceiling stubbornly.

"You know," he said to Hermione, "This erection isn't going to go away by itself."

Hermione turned to him and saw his cock sticking out of his gown. Again that feeling washed over her, this time her entire body starting to tingle. The Professor looked at her strangely for a moment and she turned away from him, quickly. He arched an eyebrow. Was that a look of lust he saw on the cold little witch's face? Maybe there was some heat under all that ice after all.

"I'll bring you something for it," she said, grabbing the vial of sperm and exiting the enclosure quickly.

"You can go get dressed!" she called back to him.

Severus hopped off the cot, his cock tenting the gown severely. He exited the enclosure and walked back to where his clothes were. He thought about Hermione as he walked. The witch was definitely flustered. Gods, what she could do with her hands…and this was a clinical situation. What would she be like in a sexual one? There was definitely heat in her eyes when she looked at him. Could it be examining her old Potions Master turned on Dr. Granger?

Severus turned into the enclosure, walked over to the chair where his clothes were and began to slowly dress.

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Hermione had closed the door to her office and was pacing back and forth worriedly. A vial of deflating potion lay on her desk. What the hell had happened back there in the enclosure? What the hell was happening to her? She was aching all over, and it wasn't pain. It was something quite sweet and hungry and needy.

Hermione knew what had happened. Seeing the Professor reacting so sexually had aroused her. She had handled hundreds of penises, and this had never happened before. She still needed to collect the wizard's fluids and she needed more blood. She could get what she needed from that. She steeled herself. She could do five more minutes with the wizard, but she wanted him out of her infirmary, now.

Taking a deep, calming breath she picked up the deflating potion, opened the office door and walked to the enclosure. The wizard was putting on his boots. Severus looked up at her, but there was a light in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

"You left rather quickly, Dr. Granger," he purred at her.

"Yes, well I had to get your sperm under stasis and into the cooler, Professor," she said, handing him the deflating draught. "Here, this will help your erection."

Severus was tempted to tell her there were better ways of dealing with an erection than a deflating draught, just to see what the witch would say, but he held his tongue and focused instead on her excuse for leaving so quickly. He uncapped the draught and drank it down. The erection faded, but not his memory of what happened in the back enclosure. He handed the vial back to her.

"You could have put my sperm in stasis in the back room," he replied, looking at her intensely. "You could have taken your time getting it to the cooler then."

Hermione was silent for a moment, then walked over to the tabletop and picked up the biggest beaker she could find.

"I need to take more blood from you," she said, ignoring his statement. "Roll up your sleeve."

Severus rolled his sleeve up, still staring at the witch. She wasn't so cool and collected now, though she was certainly giving it the old Gryffindor try. Hermione walked over to the wizard and went to tap her wand to a vein, but her hand was badly shaking.

Severus watched her for a moment, then gripped her wrist, making the witch gasp. She looked up at him and he gave her a small smile as he guided the tip of her wand to his vein.

"You looked like you could use some help, doctor," he said, holding it there as the beaker filled.

His grip on her wrist was firm, his pale hand was warm and his touch was sending waves of pleasure up Hermione's arm to flow across her body. She had to fight to speak.

"You…you are going to have to take blood replenisher. A vial in the morning and one in the evening," she said to the wizard, trying to regain control of the situation. "You are anemic, and I am trying to find out why."

"Blood replenisher," the Potions Master said softly. "In the morning and evening."

"Yes…and continue to take the vitamins each day. Are you eating your broth?" she asked him, feeling herself normalize somewhat. The beaker was full, and the wizard seemed to buckle a little, despite his firm grip on her wrist.

"Yes," he replied, "and I can keep rare steak down."

Hermione looked alarmed as his color turned grayish.

"Sit down," Hermione said, helping him to the cot, "I'll be right back."

Hermione exited the enclosure, went to her stores and brought back two vials of blood replenisher. She opened one.

"Drink this," she said placing the vial against Severus' lips. He swallowed the potion
"This too," Hermione said, giving him the other vial of replenisher. He swallowed that down and his normal pale color returned.

"Thank you, doctor," he said, looking at the witch searchingly as she placed a stasis spell on his blood..

"It's my job," Hermione said. "If you can keep the meat down, then continue eating it. The protein is good for you. I will contact you as soon as I come up with something. Then we can work on your treatment options. It will be a few days. I have to do some research."

Severus stood up.

"Surely I'll see you before then, Dr. Granger," he said rather silkily. He had a beautiful voice.

Hermione wanted to slap herself. He was just a patient. Like any other patient.

"Of course. At meals," she replied, turning away from him and walking out the enclosure.

The Potions Master followed her slowly, looking at her shapeless form. He certainly would like to see her in something that fit her correctly. And her hair down.

Hermione turned to him and watched him approach. He moved gracefully, like a large cat. She swallowed as he stopped inches away from her.

"I must say, Dr. Granger, I have never enjoyed an examination so much in my life," he said to her.

Hermione felt herself reddening.

"It was not for your enjoyment, Professor Snape, it was for your health and your health alone."

"I still enjoyed it," he said, stepping closer to her.

Hermione quickly walked to the infirmary door and opened it.

"Good afternoon, Professor," she said, dismissing him.

Severus stared at her a moment, then gave her a half-smile. He walked to the door, passing very close to her body as he did so. Hermione jerked back a little.

"A very good afternoon," he replied, his black eyes glinting at her.

He left.

Hermione closed the infirmary doors behind him and quickly put up the wards in case he came back.

She had all she could stand of Professor Severus Snape for one day.

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A/N: Wow. Long chapter. That sexiness thingy kicked in at just the right time, didn't it? Lol. If it wasn't just a natural reaction that is. I think a few of us might have had some naughty thoughts examining the Professor without Vashti's influence. Lolol. Well, please review. Thanks.