A Matter of Proportions
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A Matter of Proportions
TITLE: A Matter of Proportions
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 1/8
EMAIL: Ravenkiss@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Snape/Hagrid
SPOILERS: None
WARNINGS: AU, M/M Slash, Non-Con, Masturbation, Violence, Gore
DISCLAIMER: No the characters do not belong to me, and sadly no money is being made.
SUMMARY: Snape and Hagrid are on a mission for Dumbledore. It goes badly.
AUTHOR\'S NOTES: Prequel to Wagers and Sin, written because so many people asked about one line in that story. ‘Whenever Hagrid became aggressive, Severus had submitted without thought, it was second nature to him.’ And no, it did not turn out the way I expected either, but then, it rarely does.
Severus Snape had growled, hissed, and generally made known his aversion to this particular undertaking. But the Headmaster had been very insistent. This mission was necessary to the Order, and Severus was indispensable to the success of the mission.
Remus Lupin, while looking for werewolves in Germany, had come across a small community of giants. Their leader, a brute named GurgNathingbane, had heard of the conflict between the Wizarding World and the Evil Snake. He was interested in what the Wizards would offer. And, even though Remus’ translation spell was not working at its best, several of the giants knew enough English that he did manage to get the gist of GurgNathingbane’s demands.
He wanted potions.
Not surprisingly, he was very keen on getting hold of aphrodisiacs. It was common knowledge that giantesses were notorious for being somewhat difficult to get in the mood, and woe be unto the giant who tried to cop a feel when his lady was not feeling amorous.
Many a giant had sacrificed a finger, or some other limb, for the lust of a female.
“Any idiot can make a lust potion,” grumbled Severus. “I have to destroy a dozen illicit ones a year made by barely competent students.”
“Yes, but he wants other potions as well. It would be best if you were there in case he wants something complex,” Albus said, smiling at him placidly.
“But why bother, Headmaster?” Severus countered, pacing across the length of Dumbledore’s cluttered study. “Giants are well known for being fickle allies at best.”
“He means no offense, Hagrid,” the Headmaster noted with a nod to the half giant half-giant who sat in a large armchair near the fireplace. Hagrid’s smile never faltered.
“I know that you are nothing like any full blood full-blood giant, Hagrid,” Severus added to placate Dumbledore. It was not as if he could anger the old groundskeeper. If he were to hit Hagrid with the Cruciatus curse, the man would probably smile placidly and offer him some of his hideous treacle fudge.
“Course Pr\'fesser? I know yeh don’t think nothin bad \'bout me,” Hagrid nodded, confirming his obliviousness to any insult.
“What I meant was that these particular giants are not important to the fight. It is a small band in Germany. We will certainly not be bringing them back here,” Severus tried very hard to sound reasonable.
“This venture is very important to our cause. We must do all that we can to enlarge our forces. As long as there is a chance to bring them to our side, you must try. Severus, you of all people know just how far Voldemort’s tendrils extend into the Continent. We both know that he is gathering strength there. The Order can use all of the allies we can find, even someone that might not be the most reliable. In the end, you may do nothing more than persuade the giants to stay out of the conflict altogether. If this trip only deprives Voldemort of a few foot soldiers it may be enough to turn the tide.”
There was no dissuading Dumbledore from his course. Severus Snape soon found himself dumped by port key portkey into the wilds of Germany in the company of Rubeus Hagrid. The groundskeeper\'s participation was essential since he was the only part giant readily available, Madame Maxine being much too busy during the school year.
Hagrid was his usual friendly self, keeping up a running commentary on the interesting flora and fauna of the area to the very disinterested Slytherin. Snape ignored the other man’s endless droning to concentrate on his own thoughts.
His mind ran over the supplies that were in the trunks in his pocket. They had been miniaturized with a spell for ease of travel. He had tried to make sure that he had a wide variety of potion ingredients, to anticipate what the giants would want.
But what did he know about giant psychology? The only exposure that he had was to Hagrid, whose obsession was with dangerous creatures. Did other giants like nasty, toothsome monsters also?
Of course, many giants were nasty toothsome monsters.
“Ere we are, Pr’fessor,” Hagrid noted brightly as he saw Remus Lupin step out of the undergrowth. “Everythin’ OK there, Remus?”
“Oh, just fine, Hagrid. GurgNathingabane and his fellows have been quite sociable. Ah, Severus, I see you volunteered to come along.” The somewhat tired looking, yet still much too cheerful Lupin smiled genially at his old schoolmate.
“I was drafted,” Snape shot back with undisguised annoyance.
Lupin ran a hand through his brown, prematurely gray hair and smiled, obviously enjoying Snape’s discomfort. “Well, come along, I will introduce you to our host.” He bowed the pair into the dense foliage.
Hagrid grinned up at the giants that glared down at the trio. Lupin seemed relaxed, unconcerned at the nasty looks, so Severus Snape held his head high, not that the giants probably noticed, but he had no intention of allowing his fear to show. Even if his insides were twisting like a pretzel. He saw the looks in those very inhuman eyes. Most were bored, but a few looked at him with undisguised hunger.
Sociable his pale arse.
When they reached what had to be the Leader’s throne (a big, rough stone platform that looked, and smelled, like he also used it as a toilet) Remus bowed humbly. “Great GurgNathingbane, may I present Professor Rubeus Hagrid and Potions Master Severus Snape, sent to serve at your pleasure by the Great Wizard Albus Dumbledore, just as you requested.”
Beady black eyes, one slightly crossed, found the men eventually. The leader of the giants was probably trying to act bored, but ended up looking constipated, which Snape would have preferred considering the stench.
GurgNathingbane looked down at them and managed what looked like a somewhat crooked frown. “Poson Mass Snape?” he grunted, pointing to Hagrid. Obviously he had not been paying close attention to Remus’ introduction.
“Oh, no, that is Professor Hagrid. This is the Potions Master.” Lupin pointed to Severus, who met the monster’s eyes boldly.
The frown immediately became a broad, crooked grin. One long hand reached out slowly past Remus and tried to touch Snape. The Slytherin jerked back just out of reach. The giant’s lopsided grin broadened. “Yes, good, good, GurgNathingbane accept.”
“Glad to hear it.” Remus bowed again, then backed up to the others. “Now, let us discuss the potions that you need.”
----
Several hours later, while Severus was looking over a lengthy list of potions, Remus stood and stretched. “Well, gentlemen, my work here is done. You two can handle things from here.” With that Remus Lupin very happily turned to leave the clearing.
He felt no qualms about going. This was probably not exactly what Dumbledore had in mind, but there was little he could do to help. Besides, he had been here for a week with no mishaps. These giants were actually fairly civilized, and old GurgNathingbane had told Remus that he liked humans.
And not as food, which was a plus in his book.
There would be no problems. Hagrid would keep Snape in line, and everyone would be happy. Personally, he had a date with a shower.
“What? Remus, wait!” Remus enjoyed the hint of panic in Snape’s usually low, confident voice.
“Look, Severus, there really isn\'t anything more I can add. The giants will look after you quite nicely. See you in a few weeks!” Remus shouted over his shoulder. Severus watched in horror as Lupin’s shabby robes disappear into the forest. ‘Bastard!’ Snape felt a swell of anger. Much as he hated the werewolf, at least he was an ally of sorts in this den of monsters.
“Poson Mass…” The deep voice of the giant’s leader caught his attention. Severus slowly turned towards the creature that looked him over and licked its lips. “Good, good, you very pale,” his voice boomed.
“So I have been told,” Severus shrugged, with a very nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach.
“Pale good.” This seemed an odd declaration coming from this creature since he and all six of the other scowling giants Severus could see were quite badly sunburned. Perhaps he could start by making them some sunscreen, or perhaps a good moisturizing potion?
“What can I do for you first?” he asked, facing the giant. He just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and go home.
“Strip,” rumbled the giant.
Severus blinked. “I think the translation spell is not working correctly. I asked what you wish of me?”
“Strip,” the giant growled again as he stood up to his full twenty-foot stature. “Clothes off, we fuck!”
“Sev\'rus, I\'m thinking we\'ve got a bit of a problem…” whispered Hagrid in one of the most amazing understatements of the decade. Both Professors watched with disgust as the giant started to remove his own clothes, leering at the horrified Potions Master with lust blazing in his beady eyes.
tbc
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 1/8
EMAIL: Ravenkiss@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Snape/Hagrid
SPOILERS: None
WARNINGS: AU, M/M Slash, Non-Con, Masturbation, Violence, Gore
DISCLAIMER: No the characters do not belong to me, and sadly no money is being made.
SUMMARY: Snape and Hagrid are on a mission for Dumbledore. It goes badly.
AUTHOR\'S NOTES: Prequel to Wagers and Sin, written because so many people asked about one line in that story. ‘Whenever Hagrid became aggressive, Severus had submitted without thought, it was second nature to him.’ And no, it did not turn out the way I expected either, but then, it rarely does.
Severus Snape had growled, hissed, and generally made known his aversion to this particular undertaking. But the Headmaster had been very insistent. This mission was necessary to the Order, and Severus was indispensable to the success of the mission.
Remus Lupin, while looking for werewolves in Germany, had come across a small community of giants. Their leader, a brute named GurgNathingbane, had heard of the conflict between the Wizarding World and the Evil Snake. He was interested in what the Wizards would offer. And, even though Remus’ translation spell was not working at its best, several of the giants knew enough English that he did manage to get the gist of GurgNathingbane’s demands.
He wanted potions.
Not surprisingly, he was very keen on getting hold of aphrodisiacs. It was common knowledge that giantesses were notorious for being somewhat difficult to get in the mood, and woe be unto the giant who tried to cop a feel when his lady was not feeling amorous.
Many a giant had sacrificed a finger, or some other limb, for the lust of a female.
“Any idiot can make a lust potion,” grumbled Severus. “I have to destroy a dozen illicit ones a year made by barely competent students.”
“Yes, but he wants other potions as well. It would be best if you were there in case he wants something complex,” Albus said, smiling at him placidly.
“But why bother, Headmaster?” Severus countered, pacing across the length of Dumbledore’s cluttered study. “Giants are well known for being fickle allies at best.”
“He means no offense, Hagrid,” the Headmaster noted with a nod to the half giant half-giant who sat in a large armchair near the fireplace. Hagrid’s smile never faltered.
“I know that you are nothing like any full blood full-blood giant, Hagrid,” Severus added to placate Dumbledore. It was not as if he could anger the old groundskeeper. If he were to hit Hagrid with the Cruciatus curse, the man would probably smile placidly and offer him some of his hideous treacle fudge.
“Course Pr\'fesser? I know yeh don’t think nothin bad \'bout me,” Hagrid nodded, confirming his obliviousness to any insult.
“What I meant was that these particular giants are not important to the fight. It is a small band in Germany. We will certainly not be bringing them back here,” Severus tried very hard to sound reasonable.
“This venture is very important to our cause. We must do all that we can to enlarge our forces. As long as there is a chance to bring them to our side, you must try. Severus, you of all people know just how far Voldemort’s tendrils extend into the Continent. We both know that he is gathering strength there. The Order can use all of the allies we can find, even someone that might not be the most reliable. In the end, you may do nothing more than persuade the giants to stay out of the conflict altogether. If this trip only deprives Voldemort of a few foot soldiers it may be enough to turn the tide.”
There was no dissuading Dumbledore from his course. Severus Snape soon found himself dumped by port key portkey into the wilds of Germany in the company of Rubeus Hagrid. The groundskeeper\'s participation was essential since he was the only part giant readily available, Madame Maxine being much too busy during the school year.
Hagrid was his usual friendly self, keeping up a running commentary on the interesting flora and fauna of the area to the very disinterested Slytherin. Snape ignored the other man’s endless droning to concentrate on his own thoughts.
His mind ran over the supplies that were in the trunks in his pocket. They had been miniaturized with a spell for ease of travel. He had tried to make sure that he had a wide variety of potion ingredients, to anticipate what the giants would want.
But what did he know about giant psychology? The only exposure that he had was to Hagrid, whose obsession was with dangerous creatures. Did other giants like nasty, toothsome monsters also?
Of course, many giants were nasty toothsome monsters.
“Ere we are, Pr’fessor,” Hagrid noted brightly as he saw Remus Lupin step out of the undergrowth. “Everythin’ OK there, Remus?”
“Oh, just fine, Hagrid. GurgNathingabane and his fellows have been quite sociable. Ah, Severus, I see you volunteered to come along.” The somewhat tired looking, yet still much too cheerful Lupin smiled genially at his old schoolmate.
“I was drafted,” Snape shot back with undisguised annoyance.
Lupin ran a hand through his brown, prematurely gray hair and smiled, obviously enjoying Snape’s discomfort. “Well, come along, I will introduce you to our host.” He bowed the pair into the dense foliage.
Hagrid grinned up at the giants that glared down at the trio. Lupin seemed relaxed, unconcerned at the nasty looks, so Severus Snape held his head high, not that the giants probably noticed, but he had no intention of allowing his fear to show. Even if his insides were twisting like a pretzel. He saw the looks in those very inhuman eyes. Most were bored, but a few looked at him with undisguised hunger.
Sociable his pale arse.
When they reached what had to be the Leader’s throne (a big, rough stone platform that looked, and smelled, like he also used it as a toilet) Remus bowed humbly. “Great GurgNathingbane, may I present Professor Rubeus Hagrid and Potions Master Severus Snape, sent to serve at your pleasure by the Great Wizard Albus Dumbledore, just as you requested.”
Beady black eyes, one slightly crossed, found the men eventually. The leader of the giants was probably trying to act bored, but ended up looking constipated, which Snape would have preferred considering the stench.
GurgNathingbane looked down at them and managed what looked like a somewhat crooked frown. “Poson Mass Snape?” he grunted, pointing to Hagrid. Obviously he had not been paying close attention to Remus’ introduction.
“Oh, no, that is Professor Hagrid. This is the Potions Master.” Lupin pointed to Severus, who met the monster’s eyes boldly.
The frown immediately became a broad, crooked grin. One long hand reached out slowly past Remus and tried to touch Snape. The Slytherin jerked back just out of reach. The giant’s lopsided grin broadened. “Yes, good, good, GurgNathingbane accept.”
“Glad to hear it.” Remus bowed again, then backed up to the others. “Now, let us discuss the potions that you need.”
----
Several hours later, while Severus was looking over a lengthy list of potions, Remus stood and stretched. “Well, gentlemen, my work here is done. You two can handle things from here.” With that Remus Lupin very happily turned to leave the clearing.
He felt no qualms about going. This was probably not exactly what Dumbledore had in mind, but there was little he could do to help. Besides, he had been here for a week with no mishaps. These giants were actually fairly civilized, and old GurgNathingbane had told Remus that he liked humans.
And not as food, which was a plus in his book.
There would be no problems. Hagrid would keep Snape in line, and everyone would be happy. Personally, he had a date with a shower.
“What? Remus, wait!” Remus enjoyed the hint of panic in Snape’s usually low, confident voice.
“Look, Severus, there really isn\'t anything more I can add. The giants will look after you quite nicely. See you in a few weeks!” Remus shouted over his shoulder. Severus watched in horror as Lupin’s shabby robes disappear into the forest. ‘Bastard!’ Snape felt a swell of anger. Much as he hated the werewolf, at least he was an ally of sorts in this den of monsters.
“Poson Mass…” The deep voice of the giant’s leader caught his attention. Severus slowly turned towards the creature that looked him over and licked its lips. “Good, good, you very pale,” his voice boomed.
“So I have been told,” Severus shrugged, with a very nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach.
“Pale good.” This seemed an odd declaration coming from this creature since he and all six of the other scowling giants Severus could see were quite badly sunburned. Perhaps he could start by making them some sunscreen, or perhaps a good moisturizing potion?
“What can I do for you first?” he asked, facing the giant. He just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible and go home.
“Strip,” rumbled the giant.
Severus blinked. “I think the translation spell is not working correctly. I asked what you wish of me?”
“Strip,” the giant growled again as he stood up to his full twenty-foot stature. “Clothes off, we fuck!”
“Sev\'rus, I\'m thinking we\'ve got a bit of a problem…” whispered Hagrid in one of the most amazing understatements of the decade. Both Professors watched with disgust as the giant started to remove his own clothes, leering at the horrified Potions Master with lust blazing in his beady eyes.
tbc