Hard Times for Severus Snape - (Editing)

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Chapter 1 ~ Apprentice

With the death of Voldemort, Professor Severus Snape was free to pursue his own ends. He continued on as Potions Master at Hogwarts, having given up on ever becoming the DA teacher. Actually, he enjoyed Potions. With his skills he was able to develop and market his own brews and greatly supplement his income with residuals received from his original discoveries.

Penile dysfunction was something that struck wizards as well as muggles, and although there were erection spells, they weren't reliable. Nothing was worse than going less than half-mast when a wizard should be rowing at full blast. What was needed was a way to insure an erection that would last the journey. And Severus Snape was well on his way to developing a potion that would do just that.

He advertised in the daily prophet for male test subjects suffering from impotence, but didn't get any takers. He then rewrote the ad to say he needed male test subjects for sexual enhancement potion, and they flocked to his lab. It seemed no wizard wanted to admit they couldn't get it up, but all wizards were interested in being "enhanced". Go figure.

Unfortunately, the first few tests had such horrible results that word spread quickly, and the Professor soon found himself in need of more test subjects. Even offering pay didn't help. For example, his first batch of enhancement potion did indeed give the most reluctant cock a boost, but shrunk it to the size of a pinky finger.

"Wot am I supposed to fuck with this?" asked one irate test subject, "A fairy?"

Luckily the potion wore off in three or four days.

His next batch cured the size issue, but the test cocks swelled up like balloons, making penetration impossible. Not to mention wearing trousers, robes or anything. The ballooned dicks were impossible to hide.

"Look at my dick! The head of it looks like I tied it in a knot! All I need is a bloody string to tie to it!" yelled another test subject.

This potion wore off in two days.

Several more attempts resulted in various results…cocks becoming hard but impossibly long, hanging down past the ankle, so the test subject had to tuck the head into their socks to walk about, or becoming erect but the shaft turning corkscrewed. Actually a few test subjects said their partners kind of liked this, particularly the gay ones, so the Professor put it on the back burner for further research. He was still focused on a potion that would sustain a cock in a normal fashion. Another batch gave an erection that turned the cock an ugly mottled gray.

"My wife wouldn't let me anywhere near her," complained one wizard, "she said she wasn't about to be fucked by a dick that looked like it belonged on a zombie."

It was the batch that made the user's cock burn as if being roasted on a fire for two days that made the Professor lose his test subjects completely. Word traveled fast, and he couldn't get even the most desperate wizard to subject his cock to his experimentation.

The Professor was at an impasse.

Soon Hogwarts let out for the summer, and Severus had free time on his hands. Now that he didn't have classes to attend to, he decided to test his potions on himself. He had forgotten that Albus had arranged for him to mentor an apprentice over the summer months, who needed credits for university. When Severus protested, saying that he had an important project he was working on, Albus waved him off saying that the apprentice could help him in his work. Severus thought about this. Maybe he could use him as a test subject. So he agreed, and promptly forgot.

Severus spent his summer months at Hogwarts, having nowhere else to go. He had been intending to buy himself a house, but things were much more convenient at the castle. He didn't have to cook or clean or do the many chores that having a home required. Plus his lab was at Hogwarts, and he would rather not commute every day, disapparating between Hogwarts and his home.

Albus flooed him on Friday evening to inform him his summer apprentice would be arriving mid-morning on Saturday. Severus cursed. He had forgotten all about his mentorship.

"Very well, Headmaster," the Professor said, "Where will he be domiciled?"

Albus cleared his throat. "Your spare room, Severus," he replied, looking decidedly shifty.

"MY spare room? That's preposterous. I don't want him in my rooms," the Professor snarked, "I need my privacy."

"Severus, it is only eight weeks. As you know the entire castle with the exceptions of staff rooms, is undergoing massive renovations this summer, and there are no rooms available to house your apprentice. I'm sorry but my decision is final in this," the Headmaster said evenly.

Hogwarts castle was an amazing structure and self-renovated. Rooms would be magically shifted, enlarged, shrunk and completely redesigned. However, when one room was adjusted, there was a resultant change in the rest of the castle to accommodate the adjustment so there was no stability in any space in Hogwarts during the renovations except in rooms designated by Albus to remain untouched. And he had only designated rooms actually occupied by staff.

Because of this there was no guarantee that a room which was there one day, would still be there the next. It was a bit chaotic, but always seemed to work itself out in the end. The castle was on a kind of timer and a deadline was worked into the self-renovations, so the final design would be in place on the last day.

The Potions Master was livid, but there was nothing he could do once Albus had spoken. Despite his long tenure at Hogwarts, the rooms he occupied were still staff quarters. Albus had the last say on who stayed there. He would just have to make due. Hopefully the young wizard would be the quiet, studious type and not make waves.

Early Saturday morning, the Professor was awakened by the sounds coming from off his study. He climbed out of bed, grabbed his wand and walked out to see what the ruckus was. Three house elves were noisily furnishing the spare room with a bed, dresser, chair and wardrobe, the heavy furniture scraping across the stone floor.

"Can't you elves use a silencing spell while doing that?" Severus said from the doorway, his brows drawn together. The house elves cringed. They had drawn the short straws when the job of furnishing a room in the Professor's domicile came up. No elf in his right mind would set a claw in those rooms if it could be helped. The Professor had a very bad temper and was known to stun elves when he got pissed.

"We is very sorry, sir," one cowering house elf said, quickly casting the spell. "We begs your pardon, sir."

Severus scowled at them for several moments before leaving the doorway wordlessly. He was now up for the day, so quickly showered and dressed, and headed for the Great Hall for breakfast. This was the first summer in many years when almost all the Hogwarts staff had left for the summer. Only Albus, Hagrid, Severus, Argus and Poppy remained.

The other staff members greeted him as he entered, and he threw up a hand at them and took his regular seat. He ordered a ham, cheese and tomato omelet with buttered toast, and coffee...black. The Headmaster looked down the table at the Potions Master, then stood up, picked up his plate, fork, knife and cup, then walked over, taking a seat next to him. Severus looked at the old wizard.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Headmaster?" Severus asked him, thinking it really wasn't a pleasure at all. The true pleasure would be to eat his breakfast alone and in silence as he was used to doing

"I thought you looked a little lonely, Severus," Albus replied.

"I am never lonely, Albus. I enjoy my own company," Severus replied evenly.

The Headmaster looked at him sadly.

"Severus, you are no longer a spy. You can find yourself a witch now and settle down," the Headmaster said, picking at his French toast.

"Headmaster, I have done without women for a long time. I am comfortable with being alone. I don't need a female mucking up my peaceful existence "

"Or spicing up your nights?" the Headmaster asked, cocking his head at the Potions Master. "Severus, you're a young wizard. You're working on a project to help wizards find pleasure with witches, but aren't finding any pleasure yourself. Don't you think that's a bit strange? Even from the standpoint of your research. How can you expect to develop such a potion when you are lacking in the area you wish to improve?"

Severus scowled at the Headmaster.

"I assure you, Albus, my tool is still very sharp," he said stiffly. "It wakes up running every morning."

"But a tool unused soon dulls, Severus," the Headmaster replied. "It might run, but it needs to bore once in a while."

Severus snorted.

"Headmaster, I prefer not to discuss the subject of "boring" with you, if you don't mind," he said a bit testily.

Albus looked at him as he chewed a piece of French toast. He swallowed.

"Very well. Are you prepared to receive your temporary apprentice?" the Headmaster asked.

"That really doesn't matter, does it? He's coming whether I'm ready or not," Severus replied, frowning.

"I understand your apprentice is a very gifted student in Potions. Has the highest marks in university. Very intelligent," Albus offered.

"That's a plus at least. I just hope he isn't so swollen-headed that he can't follow instructions. If there's anything I hate, Albus, it's a know-it-all."

Albus grinned a little. Severus looked at him suspiciously as the Headmaster sopped up the last of the syrup with a piece of toast.

"Why are you grinning, Albus? Anytime you grin at me, something very unpleasant is about to occur. Who is this apprentice anyway? What's his name?" the Potions Master asked.

Albus looked at his watch and stood up suddenly.

"Severus, I'm sorry. I forgot I have a very important meeting this morning, and I'm running late. I will see you later," the Headmaster said quickly, exiting the Great Hall.

Severus scowled after him. He knew Albus didn't have any appointment. He just didn't want to tell him the student's name. Well, he'd find out soon enough.

Severus finished his breakfast and headed for the dungeons. As he turned down the corridor, he noticed someone walking ahead of him, wearing a light summer cloak, the hood drawn up. Since there was no one in the dungeons besides him, it was safe to assume that this was his apprentice. He sped up.

The person stopped in front of his potions office and knocked. There was something familiar about that knock. Severus frowned and quietly crept up behind the apprentice.

"I assume you are looking for me," he said silkily.

His comment had the desired effect. The student jumped and turned to face him, his breasts heaving. Wait. His breasts?

Small hands lowered the light hood. The Professor's eyes widened. Oh no. No. This just couldn't be. Albus wouldn't do this to him.

"Hello, Professor Snape," Twenty-two-year-old Hermione Granger said, holding one hand to her breast in reaction, but giving him a broad smile. "You startled me. I forgot how quiet you are. I'm here to start my summer apprenticeship."

Severus scowled, then pinched his large nose in irritation.

Obviously Albus would.

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A/N: I was having a HG/SS jones. So I interrupted my original story to write this PWP. It's probably not going to be very long, probably not too deep either, but maybe it will be fun. I know this scenario has been done before but what the hey? Not every idea can be original. Please review.