September 29, 2011
[Edited Oct. 3, 2011]

This was going to be a collection of silly scenarios of Hermione and others who encounter Polyjuice Potion. I may make this into a short HG/SS romance.

I normally don't like to read scenarios without a longer story; however, I am in need of cathartic writing and these ideas will do just the trick.

Double Potions with Snape
Story One. One Shot Extended to Next Chapter.

Hermione slipped into the Potions storage closet and cast a silencing charm around her. She fished around in the front pocket of her jeans until she fingered a tiny green box and pulled it out. With another flick of her wand, she soundlessly spoke the charm to enlarge a plastic fishing tackle box.

She selected potions ingredients from the stores and carefully placed them into the compartments of the tiered container. There was no sound to prepare her for the feeling of warm skin on her hand.

A single glance told her all she needed to know. The crisp, black-sleeved robe brushed against her wrist while the larger, knobby-knuckled hand gently encompassed her fingers and the stolen ingredient together.

The silencing charm was lifted and the closet clicked shut. In the bright light of his wand tip, Professor Snape leered over Hermione's sixteen years of diminutive height.

"It is customary to pay for ingredients, Miss Granger." The Potions Master's voice was low and barely audible. "I've tolerated your annual pre-summer stocking of ingredients for four years now. Quite fortuitously for me, the time has come for you to pay up."

Hermione's hand trembled. She looked up at her professor with guilt and terror as her red face drained of color. Her breath was shallow and she stood frozen before him.

He wore a nasty grin. "Finish selecting your supplies and then bring this storage contraption to my desk." He flung open the storage closet and whirled away from the girl.

Just as he had demanded, she took the carefully arranged potions ingredients to the professor. He got up from his chair and walked around the desk to stand by her side. His eyes inspected each ingredient in the stores before he closed the case and latched it shut, handing it to the antsy girl.

"Come with me." She followed him along a corridor and through a door into a Spartan sitting room towered by overflowing bookshelves. She spun around, gazing at the books squeezed onto the shelves.

The chilling voice interrupted her fantasy. "You are familiar with Polyjuice Potion, Miss Granger." There was an unbearable pause of silence that forced the girl to look up into her professor's stern face.

"Yes," she spoke in a hoarse whisper, avoiding the eyes that pricked her conscience.

"I will suggest a form of payment. If you should choose to decline my request, I will require you to pay me five times the amount of potions ingredients in your possession, a sum of 2,500 galleons."

The girl's eyes shot up to his. "I don't have that kind of money!"

"Then you should not take what is not yours." His smile down on her was a frightening sneer.

"What is the other option?" she asked, fidgeting.

He gestured to the hardwood seats. "Please sit down and I will explain."

The girl hesitated. She bit her lower lip and then shook her head in silent debate before shuffling over to an ornately carved hard-back bench.

The professor sat beside her and brushed off his robes. After every speck of lint was banished from the front of his robes he cleared his throat. "Miss Granger," he began, interrupting himself with a polite cough, "may I hold your hand?"

She turned her head sharply to him and narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Your hand," he insisted.

She lifted her hand and reluctantly slid it toward him. His fingers brushed against her knuckles and his thumb rubbed a circle in the palm of her hand. She slid toward him involuntarily, her mouth falling open, gasping for breath.

The professor gave a caring squeeze to her fingers. "I have grown rather fond of you these past years, Miss Granger," he stated. "I cannot help but notice that you have had few attentions from young men since the departure of one Viktor Krum. Now, that is nothing to be ashamed of. These schoolboys who think themselves your peers are blind to your many charms. But I cannot say the same for myself."

Hermione leaned closer to him, questioning his sincerity with befuddled eyes. "You think I'm … attractive?"

"I'm rather infatuated with you, if you must know."

She sat back, keeping her hand in his. "How do I know you really are Severus Snape? You could be polyjuiced as him!" She gave a defiant shake of her head.

He leaned forward. "You are quick, Miss Granger. I assure you that I am your Potions Master. But I wish to be someone else under the Polyjuice Potion. And I hope that you will oblige me."

"You want to be me?" Now she withdrew her hand. "Why?"

"Because I want to know how I may seduce you," he whispered into her ear. "I want to touch you and make you moan my name. What better way than to experiment with your body for one hour?"

She giggled and blushed. "You want to masturbate as me?"

"Precisely. You really are a bright one, Miss Granger."

She huffed. "Don't start in with the snide remarks. It does not enamor me to you in the least."

He drew closer to her. "Miss Granger, I have yet to explain the entirety of my offer. For, you see, I also wish to offer you the experience of possessing my body for one hour."

She broke into a beaming grin. "I could be the menacing Professor Snape and terrorize Hogwarts? Little old Hermione Granger?" She laughed and held out her hand, this time to shake in agreement. "It's a deal."

... ... ... ... ... ...

Hermione stood in front of Severus Snape, diverting her eyes from his naked body and ignoring her own nakedness. She took the vial of Polyjuice Potion held out to her. "I hope this turns out better than the cat hair fiasco," she muttered before she drank the potion.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw her professor gulp down a similar vial. And then she felt the stretching and growing of her body. She watched as a Dark Mark formed on her arm and felt the serpent slithering under her skin. Across the room a shrinking man violently lurched down to the size of her own body.

Their clothes were neatly folded on the four poster bed of the Potions Master. She laughed as she realized that she was a professor in a room with a naked and vulnerable girl and that she could easily overpower the waif and do that curious intimacy with the awestruck student if she wished.

She felt lightheaded and heat rushed down, eliciting a sensation she'd never imagined. She gazed down her body and saw her erection pointing across the room at the perfect copy of herself. "How do I make this go away?" she panicked. She looked at her professor who was smirking with a bad girl's grin.

She heard her own voice speak seductively, "Allow me, Miss Granger."

Not knowing what to expect, she nearly lost her ability to stand as the warm hands surrounded her erection and pulled back while massaging the top.

"Perhaps you ought to lay down," the exact copy of herself offered. "You will release quite a bit of energy."

Hermione moved her professor's lanky body to the bed. As she sat down, she lowered her hands to feel what exactly was draining all of her thoughts from her head. She groaned deeply at the feel of her own touch.

Her professor had stepped back. "I can see why virgins are nervous about their first times. I'm rather impressive in size, don't you agree, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked up at him ogling her. "You want to shag yourself?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

"Is that an offer, Miss Granger?" He stepped forward and brushed his body's lips against Hermione's. "I understand that females need foreplay before such acts. Who better to teach me than the master of her own body?"

He lay down on the bed and spread out his arms and legs, revealing all of Hermione's feminine bits.

Hermione leaned forward and gently bent the legs of her copy. She studied her own anatomy as she swiped a finger along and gathered moisture. Then she swirled her finger over the muscles and watched her body writhe and lift its hips.

The professor spoke in a heavenly whisper. "It keeps on building up. How can I make it release?"

Hermione stopped her touches. "Why would you want it to be over when we just got started?"

He didn't answer. She grabbed his hand and pressed the girly fingers into the heat. "Have fun with yourself."

"Where are you going?" he asked with a face of a disappointed lover.

"No where. I just want to figure out how your plumbing works so that I can get rid of this pain and get on to terrorizing Hogwarts."

He smirked. "There's something I've always wanted to try. You'll have to let me know if it feels good." He crawled to her and lowered his mouth over her erection.

Her hand flew to his head and pushed him back down on her.

The professor struggled with his weaker feminine body and finally pushed against her hand, coming up for air. "If you're going to suffocate me like that, I'm liable to vomit Polyjuice Potion all over your cock and then I will refuse to do it ever again." He huffed and turned away.

Hermione leaned forward and brushed the hair out of his face. "I'm sorry," she said in the professor's low voice. "Come back. I promise not to do it again."

The girl's body turned back. "Oh, alright."

Her professor lowered his mouth onto her erection once again and Hermione bit out, "That is the most incredible feeling. You've got to try it, professor. I'm serious. No joke."

There was no answer other than slobbery kisses on her cock. She carefully ran her long fingers through his bushy head of hair.

She felt pressure build and realized that she would ejaculate into his mouth so she pulled away.

"I was about to … you know."

He wiped his flushed mouth. "I'd swallow."

Hermione leaned forward and kissed his girlish lips. She ran her hands down the breasts and let her fingers caress her body with intimacy that no one else understood.

The professor massaged his perky breasts while she swirled her fingers. Her erection was painfully straining once again. "You wanna shag?" she asked.

He nodded his head vigorously, squeezing his breasts even more. She climbed over him and felt around with her fingers before lining herself up. She massaged with her thumb as she entered to him and then she found herself thrusting into him recklessly.

Underneath her the professor was crying and moaning, his fingers were busily rubbing himself and then she felt the squeeze. She powered into his quaking canyon and felt a rush leave her body. She slumped over his smaller body and gazed into the wet eyes.

"Why are you crying?" she asked, yawning.

"I believe you are a virgin, Miss Granger. To put it bluntly, I was in pain."

"Oh, shit!" she groaned as she rolled off of his delicate body. She looked down and saw a tiny bit of blood. Falling back onto the mattress, she reached for his body tenderly. "Come here, Love," she said, drawing his bushy head onto her broad, flat chest.

"I should have been more gentle with you. But it was my first time, too."

"I know," the gentle voice replied with a sniffle.

Hermione stroked her professor's back with her stiff fingers. "I love you, Professor Snape."

He turned up his eyes to look her at. He gave a contented sigh. Hermione drifted off to sleep.

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

When she woke a few hours later, her professor's lips were teasing her nipples and his hand was brushing over her navel.

She raised her arm and let her fingers brush through his long, black hair.

"Today I had the best shag of my life," he sighed into her breasts.