The Sexy Ms. Snape and the Sinister Sweets - pt.2

“Well, well Mr. Potter. I see you are taking full advantage of your celebrity status in the school with your extracurricular activities.”

“We were jus-“

“Silence. It’s clear you had other thoughts in your head while you were in Potions today for the exam. Not only do I expect you in my office after class for detention, but when I finish grading papers, for every deduction you receive on your potions exam, I will deduct a point from Gryffindor.”

“But I was only-“

“I will not tolerate excuses. I am not a member of your fan club and will not allow such a flagrant show of vulgarity in these hallways while I teach hear. Do I make myself clear?

“…”

”I said do I make myself clear Mr. Potter.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now stop sulking and get to class. I’m sure you’re late enough as is and I will not allow you to use me as an excuse for your delinquency.” Harry held back a retort, settling on a nasty glare sent his way while leaving. That left the girl to punish.

“As for you miss….”

“Are you going Mumbo’s on us Snape? It’s Dracia.”

“How dare you use that tone with me young lady, especially after your transgressions.” The girl refused to look him in the eyes, clearly trying to piss him off with her dismissive demeanor. She even had the gall to take out some chocolates in front of him. He loathed spoiled brats like her and would have to tear her down a few pegs.

“I’d give you detention, but that wouldn’t be the solution for your current attitude. Give me those.” He forcefully confiscated her sweets, slipping them into a side pocket before beginning his scolding.

“I have many options afforded to me for disciplinary recourse. Of course it wouldn’t matter what I could do. Do the other Slytherins know about your affections for Mr. Potter?” He spat each word out menacingly, enjoying the desperation leaking through the cracks in her collected façade.

“Y-YOU WOULDN’T DARE!”

“What’s wrong? You were putting on quite the show. You can’t be all that worried about your appearance to the student body. And I’m sure your friends would be overjoyed to hear about your fling with a Gryffindor. You know how they love them.” He could see she was trying to figure out her next move, her eyes filled with worry and fear. He let her stew in her own thoughts for a moment, before adding, “And of course there will be a point deduction for house Slytherin. I cannot be partial to you while punishing Mr. Potter. You best pray that he spent less time with you and more time preparing for his exams. You know how spirited the house cup gets for seniors, desperate to go out on a high note.”

“My father-“

“Isn’t here now Draka”

“It’s Dracia!”

“You will have a full week of cleanup duty for both the potions room and the women’s lavatory on the first floor. Myrtle could use some company and I’m sure it would improve your outlook.”

“I can’t believe how you’re treating me. You’ve always had my back before. My father always said you would protect me.”

“Girl, clearly your father is an exaggerative buffoon. I neither know who you are nor care to find out and since you had to have taken Potions at some point considering your seniority, you must have left such a small impression that you vanished from my mind. Now you will accept these terms or I will leave your punishment of to the rest of your classmates. Understand?” She muttered something under her breath, clearly angry, but afraid to speak her mind now.

“When a teacher asks a question, they expect a response.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir. Would you want me to exorcize Peeves while I’m at it sir?”

“Remove the snark. And I doubt you’d be capable of exorcizing even the ghost of a toad. Now leave.”

She left in a huff, clearly aggravated as she pushed her way through the throng of students. That was fine. She’d learn her place after a week in the bogs. While it displeased him to see an inter house relationship, overall he was quite pleased with how everything turned out. He always considered it a good day when he got the chance to show these haughty brats their place. On the way back to his classroom, he felt something jostling against his thigh and remembered the chocolates in his pocket. While he rarely indulged in sweets, he decided it would be fine. He would present the wrappers of these… “Caramel Chesires” to the girl during her first cleanup period. It wasn’t necessary, but he rarely found someone so spoiled to torment that wasn’t Potter.

He reached his room and unstoppered a fresh ink well, dipping a quill into the ink and freeing one of the chocolates from its wrapper, missing the Weasley Brothers insignia put purposefully tiny on the gilded design of the candy. Of course he did his due diligence in case the candy had been tainted in any way. A cursory check spell showed no evidence of harmful curses and after years of building up his own immune regiment; potions, most poisons, maladies and other curses were about as effective as a muggle at Quidditch. Unfortunately, this only accounted for the malicious and deadly curses as the love side of the potions spectrum was not exactly a dark wizard’s first choice for afflicting harm on their enemies. He ruffled the stack of tests and took a cursory bite of the chocolate, which turned out to have a caramel filling. It was certainly a complex flavor, his years of potion making affording his palate a sense of how much work went into what looked like a simple treat. It also helped that it was delicious, sweet and sugary, salty from the caramel and a hint of bitterness from the dark chocolate that balanced it all out. With a gulp it slid down his gullet and he began to grade, unaware of what it was he had just consumed.

It didn’t take long for the effects to start making themselves apparent. It started at his extremities, his nails growing atop tapered fingers that were slimmer, but longer, the change in his grip the first clue that something odd was happening. He wasted precious seconds confused at first, looking at his now slender hands as the wiry muscles he had attained from years of potion brewing and cauldron lifting atrophied to womanly fat. By the time his usually oily hair had grown down to his shoulders, the oils changed to traces of conditioner and product that left it tousled and silky, he had a damn good idea what was happening. Most people would panic at the realization that they had been cursed into womanhood, but as the potions teacher and a double agent in the Second Wizarding War this was hardly the first time he had been subjected to a malicious substance. Most of his ire went towards himself, angry that such a simple prank could bypass his defenses, the transformation itself a minor annoyance.

He headed towards the nearest cauldron, only to trip almost immediately, his usual shoes replaced with high heels that would have looked severely out of place only a few seconds ago, but now perfectly accented the arch of his feet and matched the dark polish on his pedicured toes. He would definitely have to adjust Dracia’s punishment severely and Mr. Potter would… well he doubted Potter had the potions acumen to actually brew a curse this effective and besides, Harry was not this dubious. Snape had to clear his mind and stop wasting time focusing on these trivialities while his body was changing rapidly. At least it was easier to balance now, the straps no longer digging into his calves the same way, their supple curves mostly hidden by the bottoms of his robes.

The cabinets around him flew open, ingredients flying into the mouth of the cauldron, distilled water magically filling the cauldron as it began to bubble. Armadillo’s Bile, Asphodel, Knotgrass, Wartcap Powder, Flobberworm Mucus, Eye of Newt, the ingredients that would cure him of this affliction flew in while he worked as fast as he could, ignoring the pleasant sensations caused by the changes. He had to grind a few of the ingredients manually, which was somewhat awkward as his posture kept changing. First his shoulders narrowed, changing his arm’s positioning, but he nearly dropped the mandrake root he was preparing when his spine bent into an alluring curve. More annoyingly, his thoughts kept returning to Harry of all things. Usually that would just further aggravate him, but it was oddly calming to think about the boy, though he could hardly be called a boy anymore.

Snape smirked, feeling his lips swell as they became lubricated with black lipstick. It was certainly true that he was no longer a child and he only grew to be resemble James more and more. He certainly filled out his robes nicely now. He gave a nervous titter, the lump in his throat receding into nothing until his chuckles sounded high and breathy. He considered his own reflection in the flask he was mixing powdered Dragonfly Thorax and Fire Seed in, the face of a stranger staring back, but an alluring one at that. The smooth bridge of his nose, luminous green eyes, succulent lips, defined features, he knew he was quite the catch, though a part of him was nervous that it wouldn’t be enough to catch the eye of a certain student given all the younger girls he knew huddled around Ha- Snape shook his head; clearly the potion was advancing faster than expected. He went to work grinding the last few ingredients needed down to a fine powder.

His grinding was impeded by the sleeves of his cloak, though it was more like a shroud now that hung loosely around his narrow frame and was more fashionable than functional. He cursed as he rolled the sleeves up, a small part of him annoyed that he was creasing his outfit. He gained a few inches, his legs now sculpted and immaculate, though they were obfuscated by a long black skirt that trailed into inky pools of fabric on the stone floor. He finished his preparations while settling the cauldron to a simmer, a flask open to accept the finished potion once it changed colors from orange to green. And what a marvelous green it was! The same color as Lily’s eyes, though he much preferred Harry’s hue of green, his memories of Lily tainted by how clingy she had been towards James He gave an annoyed grunt at the thought of those two, his hips filling the long skirt’s hem suggestively.

Sure James had played hard to get and he had always teased him when they were kids, but boys always teased their crushes. If Lily hadn’t been there, then surely James would have chosen… Snape blushed at the thoughts filling his head, giving a contented sigh as fat rushed into his backside, giving him a perfectly heart shaped rear that could get anyone’s attention. It felt lovely, though Snape still flicked his wand towards the green solution, an emerald tendril snaking into the flask. He knew the new sensations plaguing his body were there to make the curse’s host more accepting and would not give in to temptation as he went to drink the cure.

The rim touched his lips before he quickly pulled it back, a black smudge showing how close he had been to making a critical mistake. Of course the potion needed a sample of the curse itself to work, and he had almost gulped down what was still a cure in its infancy. He had no time to waste either, even his cotton undershirt reducing to a low cut tank top, revealing far more of his now exfoliated skin then Hogwarts’ dress code would allow, though it was forebodingly loose at the top; incredibly roomy. He grunted an “accio wrapper” through grit teeth as his sides collapsed, leaving his waist toned and slim. He dropped the wrapper inside, the traces of cursed chocolate changing the color to a dull gold, proof that it was ready, but Snape could hardly hold the flask steady anymore, a great pressure building up in his body.

It was oddly painless, but intensely uncomfortable, forcing his hands to shake as he nearly dropped his salvation. Desperate to give it some purchase, he held the fragile flask against his chest and began sliding it upwards towards his lips, cringing slightly as he raised it past his stiff nipples, which were feeling more sensitive by the second. An aroused groan left his lips, the pressure releasing all at once as his chest burst forth into a bountiful bosom, though his chest wasn’t the only thing to burst as the sudden growth forced the flask from his hands, shattering it into a mess of shards and liquid on the floor.

“Oh,” was all he could get out before suction assaulted his groin.

“Ohhhhh!” It was unbearably pleasant and far too brief as he heard three moist pops below, leaving her unsatisfied and aroused. She needed to take these new feelings, these frustrations out on someone, anyone! Wait, why would she need to look for anyone when the person she wanted to see the most was coming for detention right now? Yes, this was the perfect opportunity to strike. Her plan came together fully as she did, her privates inverting and traveling to the appropriate places.

With the changes now complete, Sara was left panting over her desk, a full woman both inside and out as she flicked the flask shards together and separated the ingredients back where they belonged. What curse had she even been trying to lift? Spotting the remnants of a toffee, she popped it back into her mouth and tried to remember what she had been doing. All that stuck out to her was that little incident outside the halls when that uppity Dracia had tried to seduce Harry. HUMPH! That little girl didn’t know the first thing in how to please a man and that naïve fool would have surely been heeding her every beck and call if she hadn’t stepped in. Though maybe she’d increase Dracia’s punishment to ensure she couldn’t dig her conniving little fangs into him. As she finished off the toffee, swirling it around her tongue, she crunched down, determined to make her move. But how to broach the subject? Actually… she smirked as she dropped the flask back on the ground, hearing the glass break apart as Harry came in for his detention punishment.