Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
Knockturn alley had been in it's usual state of disarray. The blackened and poverty stricken streets had been a well known place for murderers, thieves, harlots, and scum to thrive. The constant soft clicking of Severus Snape's ebony dragon-hide boots had been the only sound for a time as he made his way through small puddles left over from the recent rain. The stench of old garbage and dirt had not put him off as he continued to make his way down the notorious alley.
Snape stood outside one of the little known brothels feeling as though he were about to make one of the biggest decisions of his miserable life. He only got up enough nerve to grip the brass handle of the seemingly unassuming door that separated him from the world of vice and debauchery within. The Potions Professor had loathed to venture to a place like this, he had spent twelve years in relative celibacy after the subsequent murder of The Potters and by extension The Dark Lord.
He moved to take a step in a bid to open the door but found that something in him outright refused to venture any further. The Potions Professor tried again but the pull grew stronger. It took him a second to realize that the beast that dwelled within had not wished to copulate with any of the wanton whores that dwelled within this place of ill repute.
With a sigh Snape found that he wholeheartedly agreed. Bedding whores was not going to cure his obviously substantial problem and it seemed his apparent attachment to Miss Granger had been much deeper than anyone had ever realized. Not willing to go any further with this plan, Snape made his way back to Hogwarts determined to find some other way to curb his apparent sexual attraction to the young Miss Granger.
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Later...
Snape's Office, Hogwarts, Wizarding World...
Snape had been in his office trying to make sense of his new found status. He had not particularly enjoyed being a blasted werewolf and wanted nothing more than to break Lupin in two for causing this twisted turn of events. What was worse was the abnormal sexual attraction. He had not even been this worked up as a teenager when he was going through puberty. To make matters worse the subject of his apparent fancy was an extremely young witch, who just so happened to be his student.
"Professor Snape." came the voice of none other than said student.
The scent of jasmine seemed to come at him like a rapid fire beam.
"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?" asked Snape as if it hurt to speak.
Hermione noted his struggling and arched an eyebrow at him.
"I only wanted to see how things were coming along with The Rivermist Plant." said the young Gryffindor witch. "If you don't mind my saying so...sir you look like you're in a great deal of pain."
Snape slowly let out a harsh breath.
"You have no idea." he drawled. "As for the plant, Miss Granger I'm afraid that I haven't had much time to study it."
Hermione sighed.
She had hoped he had at least known a little something about it. She had been obsessing over it for weeks. All the possible cures and benefits, a future boon to the wizarding world and her vault at Gringotts.
"Any idea when you'll have the time?" she asked.
Snape caught the scent of something familiar about her person and it sent his senses into overdrive. Before he knew it he was up on his feet and out from behind his desk.
The young witch had not known whether she made him angry or if this was something far more serious. She didn't get the chance to see the end of her mental war as he was suddenly in front of her, his obsidian eyes ablaze with what appeared to be rage. His pale face contorted in a form of disgust and anger she rarely saw on him.
"Are you trying to provoke me...Miss Granger?" he asked in a harsh and dangerous tone.
The change in his demeanor seemed to have caught the young witch off-guard. She could only tremble not knowing what she had done to upset him in the few short minutes she had been in his office.
"P-Professor I...I didn't mean to upset you." she stammered. "C-Can you at least tell me what I did?"
Snape narrowed his dark eyes at her. His gaze making her blood run cold in the process.
"Why does the dog's scent linger on you?" he asked in a dangerous tone.
Hermione had been unnerved as Snape suddenly backed her into a nearby wall. There was something primal behind his eyes and she immediately recognized it as the wolf's influence. The wolf had clearly been upset about her being anywhere near someone that wasn't Snape and was bleeding it's rage through the poor Potions Professor.
"Professor, there is nothing going on with myself and Professor Lupin." she stated calmly.
Snape shook his head his eyes still glued to her.
Hermione's back hit the wall and she could go no further. Noting this, Snape seemed to capitalize on her lack of exit strategy. His long ebony clad arms stretched out and his pale palms rested against the cold stone wall of his office. The young witch took a few deep breaths as she felt herself become pressed between the wall and his lean hard body. Still managing to quell her panic, lest she set him off, Hermione thought to get him talking...perhaps if he could retain at least that human aspect of himself then she could prevent him from falling into the will of the wolf.
"Professor..." said Hermione keeping her cool. "Professor talk to me...tell me what you feel."
"I-I want to take you." said Snape as if he had been a thousand miles away. "I want to pound my cock into your tight little cunt until you pass out."
The young witch blushed at the vulgar and animalistic phrases coming from her normally profession and respect oriented Potions Professor.
"What else?" she asked still deciding that keeping him talking would be her best course of action.
"I want to claim you." he said giving voice to his animalistic needs. "I've been haunted by you and that intoxicating scent for so long..."
Snape let out a growl and pressed against the wall tighter.
"B-But you're too young...I can't...I won't take you..." he said with his normal voice warring with the aroused beast inside him. "my need for you grows with each passing day...I want to be inside you witch...I want to hear you scream...to make you...mine."
"Professor you can't." said Hermione in a calm tone. "I'm much too young for any of those things."
"I-know." he said painstakingly. "Ache...I ache for you witch...no...control...I must control...too young..."
Snape had clearly been struggling as he suddenly sank down to his knees before the bushy haired witch.
"I-I'm sorry." he said in a near whimper.
Against her better judgment, Hermione found herself running her fingers through her Professor's raven hair, much as she had the fur on wolf when he nudged her. It was a little strange petting Professor Snape when he still looked like Professor Snape but she made due and he seemed to enjoy it.
"Perhaps..." she started getting an epiphany then. "Perhaps it's my attention you crave and the best cannot obtain emotional connection outside the aspect of trying to mate with me."
Snape let a low growl rumble from his throat.
Her touch seemed to soothe him. It was perhaps what had quelled the ball of rage that had been built up in him.
The young witch to her credit seemed to be proud that she discovered an alternative for his much baser instinct.
"Perhaps." said Snape slowly coming back to himself. "We should do some work with The Rivermist plant...it would be an excuse to be in your company...if only to quell the rage of the beast."
"I think that is a good idea." she said still stroking him.
Snape took a few calming breaths before reluctantly pulling away. He got back to his feet and fixed his attire. Hermione was relieved she could now be in his presence without the threat of him taking her by force.
"I will see you tomorrow after dinner." said Snape returning to his usual professional stance as he made his way back to his desk. "In the future Miss Granger I suggest you try to avoid scents that set me off."
"And what scents would that be?" asked Hermione curious.
"Potter, Black Mutt, and Were-Lupin." replied Snape bitterly.
The bushy haired witch smiled. It was rather strange to think about her friends as something to smell. Then again she imagined it was worse for Snape who could actually smell them.
"Run along, Miss Granger." said Snape attempting to get ahold of himself after a few moments. "And next time you'd better be here by appointment."
"I will." replied Hermione relieved to be leaving in one piece. "Take care sir."
"One more thing, Miss Granger." said Snape in his usual Professor tone.
"Yes Professor?" asked Hermione standing at his door.
"Five points from Gryffindor for petting a Professor." he said with a malicious gleam in his obsidian eyes.
Hermione shook her head. She knew she should have expected something like that. It did serve her right for barging into his office. She knew he was having trouble controlling himself but her excitement about the Rivermist Plant got the better of her and she could have very nearly been taken against her will right there in the middle of his office.
Without another word she took her leave of him. Once she was gone Snape breathed a sigh of relief. He and Miss Granger had come to an agreement of sorts to try and curb his sexual desire for her and she managed to handle his wolfish nature with grace and calm. It had been a stroke of luck on his part that she came up with the solution to his agonizing problem.
Only time would tell if it truly worked out.