Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 9 ~ Review

As soon as they returned to the rooms, the Professor walked over to a section of the bookcase, opened a panel and removed a small pensive. He handed it to Hermione wordlessly. The witch took the pensieve and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The Professor then ordered a huge plate of fried chicken from the kitchens. He sat down in front of the fireplace and set to work on it. His appetite was enormous. As he ate, his thoughts drifted to the witch in the other room. It had only been one day and already she was proving herself invaluable. His black eyes went hot. It had been only one day and he wanted to bed her. The wizard had gone almost a year without sex and was doing just fine. Then Hermione shows up and he becomes almost instantly enamored. It could be a result of the potion, but he suspected it was more.

When he first divined Hermione's seventh year infatuation, and watched her fantasies about him, it was a secret indulgence. She was a student then, and in his mind, untouchable. He thought about possibly taking the young witch and deflowering her, but it would have been another complication in an already complicated life. There could have been scandal, unwanted scrutiny, and worse.

It could be that seeing Miss Granger now as a young woman, a young woman who still found him desirable sparked his libido. In fact, he was sure of it. He was also relatively sure he could have her. The fantasy he saw today of himself manacled to the wall as she had her way with him had been very arousing. She was willing, and she was his apprentice. He could use his project to approach her for sex, making his interest in bedding her seem impersonal, clinical, and all in the name of research.

The project would provide the necessary cover, because the Professor would find it difficult to tell Hermione directly that he wanted her, desired her, and it had nothing to do with the potion. As courageous as he was concerning other aspects of his life, the idea of confessing such a thing to a twenty-two year old witch was daunting. It would require him to lower his walls, swallow down his pride and his apparent detachment. He wasn't ready to do that. He had his work as a foil to hide behind, to cover the passion he felt toward the witch, and was glad of it.

The Potions Master wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, crumpled it and placed it on the plate, his appetite for food sated, at least. He stood up and walked to the study wall, opened it and walked through his office to his lab, where he retrieved a glass vial. The wizard took out his wand, tapped his cock through his pants and whispered a little known sex spell. Severus' eyes immediately rolled up in his head and he shuddered for several moments. Gasping, he looked down at the vial, which was now full of semen. There was more than one way to milk a snake. He stoppered the vial and walked back to the study, entering just as Hermione exited her room, holding the pensieve before her.

The witch had been tempted to doctor her memories. After adding her memories, Hermione took a look in the pensieve, appearing as a third person, observing both herself and the Professor. The intimacy of the entire episode was overwhelming, and her reactions to the dark wizard were so obvious, Hermione cringed. Desire was plainly evident on her face as she watched the wizard watching her as he caressed his cock. Gods, he had looked so delicious, those smoldering black eyes locked to hers. She could imagine how intense he'd look during sex. Hermione pulled herself back and stared down at the swirling silver liquid that laid her feelings wide open. She sighed and exited her room to deliver her blatant lust to the Professor's waiting hands. He was just entering the study, his black eyes on her. She swallowed.

"Here you go, Professor," Hermione said, her voice quavering, "The uncut version."

The Professor held out the vial.

"And here you go, Miss Granger, a sample of my semen as you requested," he replied silkily.

Hermione handed Severus the pensieve and took the vial, wondering how he had managed to give it to her so quickly and trying not to imagine him bringing himself to climax.

The witch really needed to change her knickers.

"Er…Professor, do you mind if I use your lab to work on the ward? It shouldn't take long," she said.

The Potions Master gazed down at the pensieve, and absently waved his assent at the witch as he walked over and took a seat in front of the fireplace, placing the bowl in his lap.

Hermione stood there for a moment, looking at him before leaving the room. She really didn't want to be in the Professor's presence when he viewed the pensieve.

Hemione walked into the Potions lab and took out both vials of semen and laid them on the counter, then took out her wand and laid it beside them. She unfastened her robes and removed them. She didn't like the bulkiness restricting her arms while she worked. The witch was wearing jeans and a cute, pink cut-off tee shirt that showed her belly button. She searched in the Professor's drawers until she found a rubber band, and tied her hair back into a ponytail, then took two small bowls from a shelf under the counter, picked up her wand and purified them. She then set the wand down and opened the vial of the Professor's normal emissions, poured a bit of the contents into the bowl, then duplicated her actions with the other vial that contained the sperm of his transformed state.

The witch cast a quick comparison spell, which showed her that the two samples were completely different. The Hyde-Professor's sperm contained stronger magical signatures than the Professor's normal reading. She would be able to create a ward alarm based on it. She walked over to the desk and retrieved some parchment and a quill then sat down on a stool and set to work designing the ward.

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In the study, the Professor gazed into the pensieve and felt himself drawn into it. He lifted, tumbled and landed on his feet in the Room of Requirement. He watched as Hermione strapped herself into the chair, drew the parchment book closer, picked up her quill and started to observe him. He saw himself tear his shirt off, then rise and walk toward the watching witch as close as he could, and say commandingly, "Come here, Miss Granger."

He listened as the witch explained why she couldn't come to him, and was shocked at the lust evident on his face. Even if he did desire her, the Professor would never show it so blatantly. His erection was enormous, and he made no attempt to conceal it.

Severus listened, stone-faced as he told her to release herself, or him and watched as he told Hermione he needed to get to her, straining at his restraints.

Circe.

Then she asked him why.

He couldn't believe he told her he wanted to fuck her. He remembered none of this. None of it. He looked toward Hermione for her reaction. She had a look on her face of someone being sorely tempted. She was reacting to him.

"Room of Requirement, release me," the witch said.

The Potions Master's eyebrows raised as the belt remained tight around Hermione's waist. Did the witch want to come to him? Was she tied to the chair because the room knew she was weak for him? Would she have given herself to him if she were able?

The Professor felt himself hardening at the thought of what could have occurred. He started as his image roared to be released and threw himself against the restraints like a lunatic. Was his lust for her under the potion so powerful? Yes, it had to be. There was no control. If he had gotten free, no doubt Miss Granger would have been ravished thoroughly. He watched as the witch conscientiously wrote down her observations, looking at her watch. The lust-crazed image of himself continued to rage for her for at least a quarter of an hour before he ceased, and walked back to the chair, covered in perspiration. He sat down.

Severus watched as his counterpart lowered his head and unfastened his pants.

Gods, no. He couldn't have. But he did.

The Professor watched as the wizard in front of him exposed himself to the witch and began to masturbate, seeking relief. Severus closed his eyes and opened them again, as if hoping he had imagined this. He didn't. He watched as he raised his head and looked directly at Hermione, who didn't seem repulsed. She looked fascinated, even…aroused as she watched him, staring at him for a long moment, before she seemed to realize what it was she was supposed to be doing and began to write again.

"No. This is how it always is," the image Professor said.

The Professor looked puzzled for a moment. He appeared to be answering Hermione, but she hadn't asked a question. Then he realized he must have used legilimency on her, and she had thought about his cock…maybe wondered if it was enhanced. That must have been it. The Professor couldn't help smirking a bit. He did have an impressive cock.

"Think of me fucking you, Hermione. 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."

Gods, he asked her for a fantasy to masturbate to. Hermione turned red, but she continued watching his hand moving back and forth over his cock.

"You think my cock is beautiful. I see it in your mind," the image Professor said in a low voice.

Had Miss Granger really thought that? She must have. He wouldn't have said he saw it otherwise. And by the look in her eyes as she watched him, she was extremely turned on.

The Professor had an extreme hard-on now. The scene before him was too erotic not to respond to. He never knew that a woman watching him masturbate could turn him on. It wasn't something he would normally do. But he was definitely aroused.

His image began to masturbate faster.

He listened as he told Hermione she wanted to do now what she couldn't do when she was a student, and that she would have to help him test the potion. He also told her he didn't need the potion to fuck her.

The Professor lowered his head and pinched his nose at this. It was out in the open now.

The rest of the dialogue was an exercise in raw seduction. Hermione was flushed, and squirmed in her chair as he said all manner of things to her, things that were affecting her deeply. Then the image asked Hermione to tell him she wanted to fuck him. When she refused, all hell broke loose.

"DAMN YOU!" his image shouted, charging at the witch and being checked viciously by the chains, falling to his back.

The lunge had been so sudden, the Professor was startled and drew back in shocked surprise.

Then he witnessed the transformation, his black eyes widening as he took in the painful contortions he had gone through and the creature he became. It was enormous, and its cock was tremendous. It looked like cross between a caveman and an incubus. The creature used wandless magic to try and bring Hermione to him, but the straps held.

Severus shuddered to think what would have happened if his transformed self had gotten hold of the witch. He watched as the creature tried to reach the witch, running back to the wall then charging with all of its might. Hermione must have been terrified, but she still wrote. What dedication. Most other witches would have fled, he was sure.

A clear plastic enclosure appeared around the witch, and the Professor watched as the massive creature masturbated with both hands and ejaculated all over the tent, covering it with come. The creature then fell asleep and Hermione collected a sample of its come, then bravely measured the beast as it slept. She was quite thorough.

She went back to her desk, and watched the creature sleep. When he began to transform she started writing again. Turning back to himself was not a painful transformation. He looked at Hermione who flushed several times as she looked down at her notes, obviously embarrassed. But she made no erasures or changes. She was extremely dedicated. It must have been difficult for the witch to hand this pensieve over to him, however. It revealed almost as much about her as it did him.

The Professor exited Hermione's memories, and raised his head, his black eyes thoughtful. He looked down at his tented robes. It seemed his erection had followed him from the pensieve.

Severus stood up, placed the pensieve on the table and headed for the lab.

He needed to talk to Miss Granger. Maybe do more than talk.

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A/N: Well, well. This "talk" might get very interesting, very fast. Please review.