Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 8 ~ The Monster Within

Hermione gasped as she felt a powerful force pulling her body toward the transformed Potions Master. She pushed off the desk to ease some of the stress as the belt held her tight in the chair. Now she really knew why the ROR had provided her with restraints. If she had been seated normally, she would have been magically drawn into the wizard's grasp.

Hyde-Severus' huge face contorted with anger when the female did not come to him. He roared, breaking the spell and Hermione relaxed. His magic was wandless but it seemed he had to keep a sustained effort going in order for it to work properly. His magic apparently was physically generated, rather than triggered to use the magical forces around them.

The brute then began to charge at Hermione, backing up to the wall then lunging at her full strength, the chains holding as his great muscles bulged, straining against the restraints. Hermione noted the time and wrote down the attempted spell and his reaction upon it failing. The creature foamed at the mouth as it tried again and again to break the chains, wrenching at the manacles to no avail. Suddenly Hermione found herself and the desk encased in what appeared to be a huge plastic tent. She could see through it perfectly.

The irate monster sat its massive bulk in the embedded chair, which had magically enlarged to accommodate him. The tatters of the Professor's boxers hung around his waist like a circle of black silk ribbons, resting on the top of his trunk-like legs. His huge cock stretch in front of him. Hermione watched mesmerized as the creature grasped his organ in both hands and began to work his massive arms back and forth quickly, masturbating furiously as its red eyes focused on her. She felt revolted being the obvious subject of the creature's lust. Suddenly she realized why she was enclosed in the tent.

"Oh my gods," she breathed as the creature leaned back in the chair and closed its eyes, a warped smile of pleasure stretching like a chasm across the landscape of its face, its arms moving so quickly they were almost blurred. Hermione kept writing, looking up from time to time, watching the wizard's huge body tighten up, monstrous cords and veins sticking out from its neck as its lips pulled back from its huge rectangular teeth. A low resonant growl began to fill the room, increasing in volume as Hyde-Snape fast approached climax. Hermione watched as the huge balls began to visibly pulsate, each the size of an American softball. Suddenly the creature stiffened and let out a huge roar as its enormous balls tightened up so hard, Hermione swore she could hear them. It ejaculated, come splattering the tent and blocking Hermione's vision as the white release ran down the tent, and thickened as shot after shot hit the enclosure again and again, splattering.

Hermione wrote down the time and described the ejaculation as best she could as the sound of splatter beating against her protection sounded over and over. The creature ejaculated for a good ten minutes. She could here the ejaculate hitting the floor wetly as the pulsing died down. Finally she could hear nothing but the creature's heavy breathing. Hermione was unable to see what was going on through the come-covered tent, but imagined that the wizard was spent. She sat in silence for about twenty minutes, listening as the creature's breathing became slow and regular…then rhythmic. A large vial, a pair of latex gloves and a stopper appeared on the desk in front of her.

Hermione looked down at the items.

"Oh Circe," she said, grimacing, "First niffler shit, and now this."

Hermione felt a slight shift in the belt around her. The buckle had returned. She could get out of the chair now. Slowly she unfastened the belt and drew her wand out of her pocket. There was a split in the tent behind her chair, and she slipped through it. It smelled like a cross between a zoo and a cheap and oft used motel room outside the tent. She fought back her gag reflex and cautiously walked around the tent, peering to see what the transformed wizard was doing. The Hyde-Professor was leaning back in the chair, his muscular legs stretched out in front of him, his flaccid cock draping down to the floor. He was asleep, a peaceful look on his face beneath the prominent brow.

Hermione turned and looked at the come-covered tent. It looked as if it were freshly painted with several thick white coats of oily paint. Damn. So much semen. She walked back into the tent, put her wand back in her pocket, pulled on the gloves and picked up the vial. She walked back outside to the front of the enclosure, and scooped up some of the release into the vial and stoppered it. A napkin appeared in her hand, and she gratefully wiped the residue off the side of the tube. She peered at the fluid. It certainly was very thick. Suddenly the tent and all traces of the wizard's ejaculation disappeared, as did the scent. Hermione set the vial on the table.

A measuring tape appeared.

Shit, was she supposed to take measurements? She turned and looked at the sleeping creature, who let out a powerful snore. It seemed to be in a very deep sleep. Obviously, it was like most males, and dozed after a good ejaculation. She picked up the measuring tape, her parchment and quill, then slowly approached the huge creature. He seemed larger than she thought. She eased up beside it, examining its face.

Closure examination showed the creature's skin was quite pockmarked and large pored. The nostrils were quite wide, and pulsated slightly. She wrote this down. A small table appeared next to her. Hermione set the parchment down on it, stretched out the tape and slowly wrapped it around Hyde-Severus' forehead. The creature snorted and adjusted itself. Hermione froze with fear, her tiny body like a statue as she held her breath. It didn't wake up. She took the measurement of its cranium, then unwrapped the tape and wrote it down. Then she did the neck and then the bicep, which made her quite nervous, because she had to move the massive arm a bit. But the creature was out. She measured the wrists, hands and fingers, also. The way the Hyde-Professor was leaning back in the chair left a gap between him and the wall. After throwing the tape under the beast's back, and holding one end as she walked around it and picked up the other, Hermione was able to measure its chest and abdomen. She then measured its thigh and calves, then the length and breadth of the foot, writing down each measurement careful. She eyed the huge flaccid cock.

"Merlin's balls," she whispered, bending down and catching it under the bulbous head.

It felt like it weighed twenty pounds. Scrunching up her face she hefted it and had to twist her small body between the creature's legs so she could hold its cock up while stretching the tape. It took a lot of effort, and the witch had to handle the huge organ a lot more than she wanted to, but it was soft and sagged in the middle so she had to make adjustments. Finally Hermione got the length measurement. Next she measured the girth of the organ, which was much easier. She wished she could get erect measurements, but she'd never survive to write them down.

Finished taking her notes, Hermione returned to the desk, to find a steaming cup of coffee fixed just the way she liked it, and a small, sweet roll. She put the parchment and quill down, pulled off her gloves, which disappeared, then scourgified her hands to make sure they were clean. The witch sat down at the desk, sipped the coffee and consumed the roll, watching the creature sleep carefully. She observed it for about forty-five minutes, when she noticed it began to start shrinking, losing body mass. She noted the time and wrote down a description of the transformation.

The huge cock drew back as if it were telescoping, becoming smaller and lightening in color, the redness giving way to the paleness that was the Professor's normal tone before it disappeared beneath the long tatters of his boxers. Severus' face thinned, becoming angular and familiar, the aristocratic eyebrows returning. His nose also thinned a bit. It was still large however, and the full lips of the creature receded to the sensuous mouth the witch was familiar with. After about ten minutes, the Professor was restored. He was still leaning back, still asleep, his long, pale legs stretched out before him, his lean, muscular chest rising and falling evenly. Now here was a body she could definitely relate to.

Hermione colored as she realized the Professor would have to read her notes, and subsequently, the sexually charged dialogue that passed between them. He had been in her mind and said what she had been thinking. The Professor had been under the influence of the Potion, but she had no such excuse. The Professor wasn't stupid. He'd realize that she was very attracted to him sexually. Well, he must already be aware of it, he knew about her fantasies about him back in seventh year…and probably her recent ones as well. The Potions Master didn't hesitate to use legilimency whenever he it suited him. No doubt he had slipped into her mind when he saw her distracted.

Hermione felt a warm flutter in her belly. Before the wizard had drunk the potion, he had said she might be required to go "all the way." Hermione wasn't sure at first if the Professor's comment had a sexual connotation to it, but his comment under the influence of the potion left no doubt that he would require her to help him test the perfected potion, and there was only one way to do that. But he could have just said that because he was not himself. She took a deep breath. She would have to ask him about this.

Hermione looked at the almost naked wizard sleeping in front of her, her amber eyes raking across his hard lean, body. She already had a good look at what the Professor was working with. The man was built for pleasure. Hermione squirmed a little in the chair. If the Professor said he did want to have sex with her to test the potion, she'd do it. No doubt about it. She was already there.

But there still was the issue about the effect of the potion in its current state. Now that she'd seen what it turned him into, the first order of business was to inhibit the change. He had transformed last night without drinking the potion, and they had no idea if and when he would change again. They needed some kind of ward, or charm to warn them. She looked at the vial of semen. She minored in spell work. Possibly she could utilize the signature of the semen and create an alarm ward that would trigger when the change occurred in him, depending if the semen of the transformed Professor was different from his usual. She'd have to ask him for a sample of his normal sperm immediately.

The alarm ward could be used to trigger other wards to trap him in place, like the ones she used on her bedroom door last night. If he should transform in his sleep for example, the alarm ward would trigger the others and his bedroom door would be sealed, and the monster locked in. Or if he were in the study, all exit doors would trap him. The only bad thing about that idea was if Hermione was in his presence when the alarm ward sounded, she could be trapped in the room with him.

Hermione considered this. No. The Professor became quite sexual and seductive before transforming. If he began to make blatant advances at her, she would know to get away from him. She might have to stun him, if his behavior before he transformed today was any indication. He might not have been the monster, but he actively tried to get at her, straining against his restraints. He had lost control long before he became the Hyde creature, actually taking out his cock and masturbating in front of her. But gods, he was so sexy, watching her from between that silky curtain of hair as he stroked his cock. And the things he said…

"Did you get your notes, Miss Granger?" said a low, tired voice.

Hermione looked up at the Professor. He was sitting up in the chair, his tattered boxers arranged strategically to cover his endowment. His black eyes swept over her, noting how flushed she was. Hermione swallowed.

"Yes, sir. I got everything we need, including measurements of the creature you turned into," she replied. "Arms, chest, legs…everything."

He looked at her, amazed.

"Every…thing?" he asked her, wondering if that meant his sexual organs as well.

"Yes sir. I do mean everything. I did it while you…it…was asleep.

Damn. She was a brave and dedicated little researcher. Severus couldn't help but be impressed. Hermione held up the vial.

"I also have a good sample of the creature's come. I think we can use it to create an alarm ward that will warn us of an impending transformation, if you will give me a sample of your normal semen," she said, hoping her face wasn't as red as she felt it was.

The Professor looked at her. He still felt a pull toward the witch, but he could control it. He unsnapped the manacles around his wrists.

"Fine. I will expect a pensieve from you, as well as your notes," he said as he undid his ankles. "I want to see what you saw."

Hermione thought the Professor would be quite red-faced when he saw how he'd acted. She wondered if it might not turn him on too. She hoped it would. He had quite an effect on her. She'd never look at him the same way again.

Without a bit of hesitance Severus rose from the chair and walked over to the hooks holding the change of clothing. Hermione got a good glimpse of his tight, muscled buttocks through the tatters of his boxers. She held her breath as he picked a new pair of boxers from off the hook, but he simply pulled them on under the tattered ones, then tore the ruined pair from around his waist. He had a strong back, criss-crossed with raised scars, left over from his service for the Dark Lord. There was no mark on his arm though. It had disappeared at Voldemort's death. She watched as he pulled his pants on, then his shirt. He faced the wall as he dressed, buttoning his shirt, tucking it in, then fastening his pants. He finally slipped his robes over his arms and turned to her, fastening them.

"Gather up your notes, Miss Granger. Our work is done here. We're leaving," he said imperiously, striding for the door as he spoke. "When we get back to the rooms, I want you to prepare the pensieve immediately. I will be working on getting you your sperm sample."

"Er…sir, you might want to wait for the pensieve before you do that," Hermione said quietly, avoiding his eyes as she gathered her notes and walked to toward him and the exit.

The Professor looked at her sharply.

"Why is that, Miss Granger," he asked, frowning as he opened the door and let her pass. He followed, letting the door slam shut behind them.

"Because you might find it…er…useful, sir," Hermione said, the smallest of smirks on her face.

If he used the pensieve and she immediately got a sample, she'd know for sure it turned him on. Then she could broach the big question with him, the question being: Were they going to have sex in the name of magic?

They walked side by side down the corridor, toward the shifting stairwells.

Having the Professor view that pensieve was going to be something else.

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A/A/N: Now...wow, quite the experiment, don't you agree? OoooWhee! I wouldn't mind watching Snape watching me…lol. That Hyde conversion though…forget about it. Anyway, please review.