Wagers and Sin

TITLE: Wagers and Sin
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 1/1
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Snape/Hagrid
SPOILERS: None
WARNINGS: M/M Slash, Fun with polyjuice.
DISCLAIMER: No the characters do not belong to me, and sadly no money is being made.
SUMMARY: Severus loses a wager, Hagrid collects.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Strange day.


A kinky little one shot.


Severus Snape was on his feet, as was the rest of the crowd in the staff section of the Quidditch stands. Everyone else was applauding and cheering heartily at the stunning upset as the young Hufflepuff seeker held the Snitch in her hand triumphantly.

How could some little chit of a second year muggle born out fly Draco Malfoy? He was a pure blood in his seventh year that had been flying since he was two.

Yet Hufflepuff had bested Malfoy as if he were ridding a broken training broom!

"That girl is amazing, she flew rings around your beaters." Minerva McGonagall smirked with a sly look in the direction of her dower rival.

Gritting his teeth so hard that they ached, Severus Snape turned to stalk out of the stands as quickly as dignity would permit. Unfortunately before he could escape, found himself stand face to face, or rather face to top of head, with Madam Sprout. She had a ridiculous grin on her round face. The plump witch looked up at him expectantly.

Knowing that the entire staff were waiting like vultures over a corpse for his concession, he managed a low growl of, "Congratulations," then moved deftly around her squat form and walked swiftly out of the stands in a swirl of black.

Hands on her hips, Sprout looked after him with a bit of annoyance. She was not a vindictive woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she had wanted to gloat just a bit. Hufflepuff had not beaten Slytherin at Quidditch in years! "How rude!"

"Sore loser," was the observation from McGonagall.

"Now, e's just a bit surprised is all," said Hagrid watching the dark figure navigate his way through the sea of students. "Yeh know Sev'rus."

"Sore loser," repeated McGonagall smugly.

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Several hours later Hagrid smiled as Severus Snape stormed into his hut without knocking. "I just want to know how you knew that Hufflepuff would win!"

"Bin watchin 'em practice in secret out near the forest all week. That little Hufflepuff gel Miss Whit, she flies like she were born on'a broom," noted Hagrid, smiling even more brightly.

Severus looked as if he wanted to put his fist through something, but instead bowed his head in resignation. "As per our wager, I brought the Polyjuice." He took a small metal flask from the pocket of his robes. "Do you have the hair?"

"Right 'ere," Hagrid said carefully placing a longish slightly curly black hair into the palm of Snape's comparatively tiny hand.

"Oh, gods, please tell me you do not want me to be Potter!" gasped Severus.

"No, no Sev'rus, it ain't from Harry."

Relaxing slightly, Severus opened the flask and dropped the hair in. He started to drink it, but Hagrid placed a hand on his arm. "Ya might wanta take yer clothes off first."

"Should I be afraid?" Snape said almost to himself, but dutifully began to unbutton his robes. When after dropping neatly folding his clothes and laying them over the back of a chair, he stood naked before his lover.

Hagrid reached out and ran a frying pan sized hand down his back. Snape turned and slapped his hand away, annoyed. "You said you wanted to have sex while I was in the form of someone else. You can wait."

Severus knew that Hagrid loved him, and he should want to make him happy, but ever since Hagrid had suggested the payment for the bet be him using Polyjuice to become someone else to have sex with, he had felt angry, and yes, jealous. Why was he not enough for his lover?

Unfortunately, he had agreed, (how was he supposed to know Hufflepuff would win?) and a wager was a wager.

Bracing himself for the vile taste, Severus downed the thick gritty potion in one gulp. He had used Polyjuice a number of times and so was prepared for the odd sensation of having his flesh shift and rearrange itself around him.

He blinked as he found himself staring straight into the smiling face of Rubeus Hagrid. They were now the same height.

His mouth open in surprise, Severus looked down at himself. His hands were enormous with thick sausage sized fingers. His chest was now hairy, as was his stomach. It was also a bit thick from a few too many sweets.

And his cock was unbelievably huge.

"Rubeus," whispered Severus, as he realize who he had become, "I must say that this is a surprise. I think that you are the last person that I would have expected to be a narcissist."

"A narsi-whosit?"

"Narcissist, someone that loves himself. Think of Lockhart."

"Oh, no it ain't like that at all!" gasped Hagrid blushing. "I don' really wanna shag ma'self, but its sorta, well, ain't never got fucked by nobody. Bin wantin ter be ther bottom fer yeh, but there just ain't nobody around big enough ter top me. Maybe ma' brother, but, wantin' to do yer brother, that ain't right."

"There are those that would say this is not exactly right," noted Severus, with a smirk on his face that no one would ever expect to see on the lips of Rubeus Hagrid. "I take it that you did not realize that you could have just gotten a hair from someone roughly my size and taken the Polyjuice yourself?"

"Oh, no, never thoughta' that." Hagrid looked down, obviously embarrassed.

"Do not feel badly Rubeus, actually, I find myself intrigued." As if on cue, he felt the incredible sensation of his now massive cock swelling.

Severus felt a little clumsy as he ran his hands over Hagrid's chest. He was used to having long thin fingers and a delicate touch. However, he felt his blood run hot through his veins at the thought of topping Hagrid.

Because of his sheer physical size Hagrid had always been the undisputed dominant partner in their sexual relationship. Whenever Hagrid became aggressive, Severus had submitted without thought, it was second nature to him. But now he wanted very much to be the aggressor.

Hagrid closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him. Besides, it felt too weird to watch his mirror image touch him, but with his eyes closed, he could let go and think about how it felt. And there was the wonderful thought that it was his lover touching him so forcefully.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a possessive kiss. Rough lips nibbled his neck. Coarse hair rubbed against Hagrid's shoulder, his cheek. A sigh escaped his mouth as he felt a cock of equal girth to his own rub against him.

They kissed and explored in earnest, tongues tangling, cocks grinding. "Oh ya!" Hagrid moaned, letting Severus pinch and fondle him. For the first time in his life, Rubeus Hagrid was being topped and he liked it. "Please, fuck me Sev'rus!"

The half giant melted when the strong hands squeezed his butt cheeks. "Bed," Severus' sexy voice commanded. Hagrid allowed himself to be guided into the bedroom. He crawled onto the bed expecting more kissing and touching.

Hagrid was surprised when weight equal to that of his own strike his back, pinning him to the bed.

Severus sat back, straddling Hagrid's thighs; he looked down at the firm bottom beneath him. As he ran his hands over the mounds of his buttock possessively Snape smiled. He did not often get back here, which was too bad since it was a very nice view. Licking his lips, he spread those round cheeks and delved between them with his tongue.

"Blimey!" Hagrid yelped, pushing back against the tongue. "Harder!" Thick strong fingers reached beneath his body and began to pull on his cock roughly. "Oh ya! Need it! More!" he babbled as his balls tightened in climax.

Panting Hagrid lay on his stomach while his lover's fingers, slick with Hagrid's own seed began to prepare him. His mind almost shut down. 'Ah'm gonna get fucked!' It chanted happily feeling his hole being stretched and lubricated.

Still, he almost panicked as the fingers withdrew, fearing that it would be painful. But he gasped as the thick head of his lover's cock began to enter him. "MERLIN!" he cried when the fat mushroom shaped head pushed into his body.

Severus forced himself to hold still, to be gentle. Perhaps it was the power of this body, or the thrill of being dominant, but he wanted to pound into Hagrid. Instead he kissed and nipped his lover's broad shoulders, rubbing the thick growth of beard on his chin over the sensitive skin of Hagrid's back.

"All of it! Want all of it!" moaned Hagrid arching his body in an attempt to force more of the cock into his arse. It felt so good. He had been a little nervous that it would hurt, but it did not hurt at all. It was amazing!

Severus complied with his demand, pushing the rest of the way in. Hagrid squealed like a girl (one with an over abundance of testosterone) and pushed up onto his knees. "FUCK ME!" he bellowed.

Severus took this as permission to stop being gentle.

They resembled a pair of enraged bears battling for supremacy more then two men having sex. So intent were the two on their wild passions that neither even noticed when the bed collapsed from the crushing weight of the titanic lovers.

(Fortunately for all concerned, as soon as his amorous master and double had entered the room, Fang had quit his usual place beneath the bed and made a run for the door).

Hagrid came for the second time, almost crying with the sheer joy of it. Snape followed, emptying himself into his lover and collapsing onto his back in a sweaty, panting heap.

It took them some time to catch their breath. Severus was still sprawled on Hagrid's back when he felt his body begin to change.

He suddenly felt very small, but had to admit that it also felt right. Severus sighed as he gently kissed his lover's broad shoulders again. "I presume you enjoyed it."

"Oh, aye," Hagrid sighed contentedly. "Gotta fix the bed though."

"That can wait until morning," assured Severus.

"Did yeh like it?" Hagrid sounded unsure.

"Yes, Rubeus, I, also enjoyed it," admitted Severus, running his slim delicate fingers through Hagrid's tangled black, slightly graying hair.

Hagrid carefully eased Severus off of his back and into his arms. He smiled and kissed his lips. "Sev'rus, yeh think we can, sorta, do that again someday?"

"I think we can," Severus said softly, laying his head against Hagrid's broad chest, with a very satisfied smile on his face.

Oh yes, they would most definitely be doing that again.

Hagrid looked down at him, blushing. "Next time when you're bein me, can ah, maybe, be you?"


End