Subtle Sciences and Exact Arts: A Severus Snape Kinkuary Collection

A Turgid Treatment

Summary:

Severus has to undergo a physical exam at the start of his 7th year

Notes:

This is for the first prompt: Accidental Stimulation

Severus Snape & Poppy Pomfrey

Severus absolutely despised the start of term. These ludicrous wellness-checks were the bane of his existence, not to mention humiliating. He had been able to ignore what he knew to be normal-bodily reactions for the most part leading up to his seventh year, but it seemed his body was in full rebellion.

The issue was, his hand no longer provided comfort. At the mere mention of anything remotely sexual, he promptly sprinted back to his bed, pulled the curtain and either wanked furiously or frotted against his mattress until he found a sticky release.  He swore if the wind blew just right, his cock would spring to life and beg for attention like some sort of perverse pointer dog.

Severus was frustrated. He wanted to find a willing witch, perhaps a sixth year that would overlook his appearance at the chance to be with an older wizard. This could very well be his year. But first, he had to undergo this stupid bloody examination.

He arrived at the hospital wing at eight o'clock sharp. The young man leaned back against the wall, one foot resting behind him for support in what surely looked like an act of teenage rebellion, which– it was. He was healthy... enough. Maybe a little underfed, a bit on the lanky side. But... fit enough.

The Mediwitch had grown accustomed to his bruises– healing whatever was left over from the summer when she undoubtedly had him in her office from Potter and his damnable friends. He wasn't ashamed of that. No... what he was apprehensive about was much, much worse.

"Good morning, Severus," she greeted a bit too cheerfully. Severus scowled at her, pushing away from the wall before storming through the doors into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey ushered him behind one of the privacy screens, having him strip nude and put on a gown.

"You know the procedure by now," she had started. "I'll do your skin check, run some diagnostic spells–"

"...and then I shall take my leave," he interrupted.

Poppy put her hands on her hips, in a threatening mother-type way. "You know I have to do a testicular exam, Severus. We've been through this for the past two years. I have to make sure you do not have a hernia or any other health concerns."

"I assure you, madam, my body is in perfect health." Severus crossed his arms and looked down his rather large nose at the woman. He had shot up over the summer and easily towered above the woman. However, the Mediwitch found it difficult to be intimidated by a teenage boy wearing nothing but tall black socks and an arse-less gown.

"Sit down, boy," she snorted. Severus reluctantly obeyed. Sitting at the edge of the table, legs crossed at the ankle as he looked anywhere but at the Mediwitch. The exam moved along quickly... too quickly. The Mediwitch reached into the cardboard box, pulling out a pair of latex gloves. The snap of the rubber made him jump in his seat, clenching. He bit the inside of his cheek and stared at a very interesting piece of plaster on the wall as she approached.

When she walked towards him, he scowled, opting to recite potions ingredients in a poor attempt to not humiliate himself. Her hands were cold and he nearly jumped off the table.

Fuck. 

A is for Aconite

B is for Bezoar

C is for...

"Cough," the Mediwitch interrupted.

The exam was finished shortly after and he was released with a clean bill of health. Severus quickly dressed and limped off to his bedchambers. Suddenly his trousers were a bit too tight.