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Title: Revelations ``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°``°°ºº¤oøO§Oøo¤ºº°°`` Rubeus Hagrid sat at his massive table, mending a pair of boots with assiduous care. He'd finished teaching his lessons for the day and seen to it that the animals were properly settled for the afternoon before settling in for some peace and quiet with a sigh of relief. Sometimes, the double lessons with the Gryffindors and Slytherins were more difficult than subduing a whole flock of harpies. He'd just finished stitching the slash made by an irritated hippogriff when an urgent hammering at his door nearly made him stab himself with the needle. Instead of putting up his usual din, Fang yelped happily and waited by the door, his entire hind end twitching in the wake of his furiously wagging tail. Friends, then. Hagrid heaved himself to his feet and stumped over to the door. No sooner had he opened it, that three black-robed shapes streaked into his house and slammed the door behind them. "'Ere, now!" he protested. "'Arry! Ron! 'Ermione! What sort o' manners are those? Yeh're supposed teh wait fer an invitation, y'know." Harry Potter peeked nervously out Hagrid's front window. "Sorry, Hagrid, but it's dangerous out there!" Well. That certainly got his attention. He went back over his afternoon rounds mentally, hoping that he hadn't forgotten to close any of the pens. Some of his poor, misunderstood beauties could get a bit snippy around the students. But... no, he was sure he'd locked up the manticores, and he couldn't think of anything else that would be really dangerous. "Er, 'Arry? What, exactly, is dangerous out there?" he asked. If something had gone amiss, he'd find out faster from his visitors than he would by rehashing his entire day. "Professor Snape," Harry said urgently. Ron was nodding. "He's worse than ever, you know. He even gave Draco Malfoy detention, and he threatened to douse Neville with a Combustium potion! He's gone stark raving mad, Hagrid." Hagrid couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. The Potions master? Dangerous? Professor Snape might be a bit prickly at times, but he certainly wasn't dangerous. Hagrid cast a sideways glance at Hermione. Even if the boys were overexcited, she always kept a good head on her shoulders. Hermione sighed mournfully. "I'm afraid they're right, Hagrid. Professor Snape is usually very stern..." "Evil, greasy git," Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione glared. "...But he's never been this angry. And the worst of it is, nobody seems to know what set him off. At least if Neville blows a hole in the dungeon wall, we all know why he's furious. This time... I'm really worried about him, Hagrid." "Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, horrified. "That's terrible! How can you be worried about him?!" Hermione spun away from him, clearly upset. Hagrid hesitantly reached out and put an awkward hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Er... There, there, 'Ermione. I'm sure the Pr'fessor will be jest fine." Hermione turned imploring eyes up to the Groundskeeper, and Hagrid knew he was in trouble. There just wasn't any way a body could look at those eyes and not want to leap to her aid. "Do you think you can help him, Hagrid?" Hagrid blinked. "Me? Wotcher think I can do fer him?" "Well, you're bigger than he is," Hermione said reasonably, "so it's safer for you to get close enough to ask him what the matter is." Hagrid's bushy eyebrows knitted together. He wasn't sure exactly how to go about this, but.... Well, if you had to approach a dangerous and irritable creature, the first thing you needed to do was learn as much as you could about its behavior. Harry chose that moment to return from his perch by the window. "I think it's safe now. He's gone back to the dungeons." "'Ow, exactly, has the Pr'fessor been behavin' lately?" Hagrid asked his three visitors. "He's been his usual horrible self," Ron offered, "except worse." "Snapping at everyone, even the Slytherins," Harry added. "I was making the rounds last evening," said Hermione, who'd made Prefect the previous year, "and I actually heard him throw a cauldron at the wall when a Potion he was working on went bad. And you should see him and Professor Black go at each other. It's a wonder the castle is still standing." Hagrid stroked his beard thoughtfully. Increased irritability, hostile interactions with other people, males especially... "I reckon I know what's gone wrong with 'im, then," he said confidently. "You three get on back to yer lessons. I'll see what I can do about the Pr'fessor." "Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid he was going to put Gryffindor in negative points because I sneezed out of turn." Hagrid chuckled as he let the three students out. "Don't you worry, 'Arry," he called after them. He closed the door and returned to his boots. This would require careful planning. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
And Sirius Sodding Black was no longer just a mangy cur; Snape was convinced he'd bungled his Transformation and become a hyena. Filthy, flea-bitten, abrasive mongrel. And damn Dumbledore anyway for all his infernal twinkling and meddling and offering to set him up with former classmates, of all things. Bah!! A drink was definitely in order. He went straight to the locked cabinet in his chambers and got out a bottle of whisky. He briefly contemplated the neat row of glasses on the shelf below, but ultimately decided they just weren't worth the bother. He took a swig from the bottle. He eyed the remainder critically and tried to judge whether or not it would be sufficient to make the world start looking tolerable again. It almost became a moot point when an overly loud pounding on his door nearly startled him into dropping the bottle. His door rattled again under the force of the blows when he didn't immediately answer. "What the devil...?" Snape muttered. He stalked over to the door and yanked it open. "What?!" he growled. He aimed his best Death Glare upwards when he realized he was addressing the Groundskeeper's chest. Hagrid blinked down at the snarling Potions master. "Good evenin', sir," he mumbled. Snape resisted the urge to bash his head against the doorframe. "Well?" he demanded. "If you've something to say, get on with it!" Hagrid cleared his throat and produced a slightly chipped crockery pot from behind his back. "I've, er, got some hellbenders what need a bit of salve fer flaky skin. I wondered if yeh might 'ave some more of that slipp'ry stuff yeh gave me last time?" Snape scowled at the proferred crock. "Oh, very well. Get in here, and try not to step on anything," he snapped. "I don't fancy having to replace another stool." Hagrid ducked and stepped carefully into the room, clearly doing his best to avoid stepping on anything that wasn't obviously part of the floor. His progress, however, was evidently not fast enough for Snape, who stalked back over to the lumbering half-giant, seized the salve pot, and returned to his cabinets, grumbling furiously under his breath. Snape slammed the crock down onto a sideboard, flung open a cupboard door, and yanked the lid off a large cauldron on the bottom shelf, still muttering imprecations about bungling giants with no courtesy for people who wanted to be left alone, dammit. He snagged a ladle from its hook on the wall, gave the viscous, clear, green gel a good stir, and then dipped out enough to fill Hagrid's crock. He'd just finished cleaning the ladle and resealing the cauldron when he finally heard the Groundskeeper tramp up behind him. "This should be sufficient for your...agh!" Snape was abruptly cut off by the sensation of huge hands closing around his shoulders, boosting him up, and sitting him down on the sideboard. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" he demanded angrily. Hagrid's dark eyes glittered. The hand that wasn't pressing Snape's back into the wall began fumbling with the buttons on Snape's trousers. Snape felt his eyes go almost comically wide, then he narrowed them to glare malevolently at Hagrid. "You must be joking," Snape hissed. Hagrid leered as he finally managed to unfasten Snape's pants. "No," he growled, "I don't reckon I am." He yanked the recalcitrant trousers down and roughly fondled the Potions master's rapidly hardening cock. Snape's eyes fluttered shut, and his head dropped back against the stone wall with a thunk. "Say no, an' I'll stop," the giant rumbled in his ear. Snape was mortified to discover that the whole improbable situation was turning him on immensely. "But I don't think yeh want me ter stop. Should I stop, Sev?" Yes! was on the tip of his tongue. But then one thick finger snaked back under his balls and prodded at the entrance to his body. "No!" he heard himself moan as his legs spread wider of their own accord. "Don't stop!" The sound of rending fabric filled the air then, as Hagrid dispensed with his underpants, muttering about the "fiddly things" and clearly not wanting to bother with getting them off in one piece. There was a pause, suddenly, and Snape forced his eyes open. Hagrid (Hagrid!!) was grinning wolfishly at him. "Yeh're a lovely man, Pr'fessor, if yeh don't mind my sayin' so." Snape was about to inform the giant that he did mind, thank you very much, but the ability to speak suddenly left him as Hagrid bowed his great head and swallowed Snape all at once. His hips bucked helplessly under the onslaught before Hagrid restrained him with an iron grip. God, this was crazy, insane even, and hothothot, and wet, and sooooo good.... Hagrid chuckled around the cock in his mouth as Snape's hands scrabbled at the thicket of hair and beard rubbing the sensitive skin of his thighs and groin. Vaguely, Snape heard Hagrid fumbling with something next to them, and remembered the pot of salve when one large, slick finger rubbed over the puckered flesh of his opening. He shrieked when the blunt digit breached the ring of muscles there, but forgot to be mortified when Hagrid started driving him out of his mind with such pleasures fore and aft that he wondered if he would survive it. With his last shred of coherent thought, Snape wondered who the hell had taught Hagrid to be such an expert lover. He was torn between a desire to thank them, and also to kill them with something vile from his stores. He didn't like to share. But then Hagrid sucked fiercely on his cock, and changed the angle of that thrusting finger just so... Snape was flung violently over the edge, and he came hard with a loud cry. He sagged in Hagrid's grip as the world greyed out. When he came to, Hagrid was gently dabbing at Snape's groin with a (thankfully clean) cloth. "What," Snape wheezed, "was that?!" Hagrid blinked and looked quizzically at the younger man. "I... Er, I thought that'd be sort of obvious," he ventured. Snape rolled his eyes and tried to reassemble his scattered wits. "Why?" he tried again. That was better. Hagrid's eyes shifted, and he squirmed uncomfortably. "Some of the stoodents were worried about yeh, sir. Said yeh'd been under the weather lately. When they told me what was wrong, it sounded familiar. Thought I had a good idea of how ter fix it." One of Snape's eyebrows threatened to climb off his head completely. "And you thought you could somehow remedy this imagined problem by coming in here and leaping on me?" he asked incredulously. Hagrid coughed. "Well, yeh see, sir, I allus wondered if'n yeh might have a little bit of sommat not quite hyooman in yer family, if yeh'll fergive the expression." Snape was decidedly disinclined to forgive anything, so Hagrid plunged on. "After 'Arry and Ron and 'Ermione told me what was wrong, I figured that it must be matin' season." Snape gawped at the Groundskeeper. "Mating season?!" he parroted in disbelief. Hagrid beamed, apparently pleased that Snape was catching on. "Yessir! Irritable behavior, confrontational with other males; classic, if I may say so, sir." "And you thought you could... fix me by... getting me laid?!" he spluttered. Hagrid looked thoughtful. "Should take the edge off, at least, sir." He grinned wickedly. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked brightly, before winking and taking himself and his pot of salve out of Snape's chambers. Snape was left staring stupidly at his door. Same time tomorrow, eh? He'd have to remember to be sure and show Hagrid that Severus Snape always gave as good as he got. Fin. |