The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 11 ~ A Bit of Tension

Hermione apparated outside Hogwarts main gate, her vision blurred by tears as she unwarded the gate and hurried through, forgetting to ward it back as she half ran towards the castle. Luckily, the gates would seal and ward themselves after a moment or two, so the witch’s carelessness did no harm in this case.

She couldn’t believe it. Of all the witches to run into, it had to be Rita Skeeter. Hermione was perpetually in the reporter’s sights ever since she had bested her on several occasions when still a student at Hogwarts. The Gryffindor had kept the witch in a charmed glass jar in her animagus form for two weeks, then on another occasion, blackmailed her into writing the true story about Voldemort’s return according to Harry. Rita never got over a mere slip of a witch outmaneuvering her, and had to feel on top of the world now that she had some news on her.

Getting a makeover was actually no big deal, but Hermione was certain Rita would find a way to put a horrible spin on it. She pushed open the double doors and rushed down the dungeon corridor, tears still streaming from her eyes.

Severus was just leaving Slytherin house and on his way to start his rounds early. The students knew what time he normally did them, and he hoped to catch a few who hoped to get all their devilment done before he appeared. He was a bit surprised to see Hermione hurrying down the corridor. She hadn’t been gone a good hour. Hm. She was crying. Maybe the Auror wasted no time putting the moves on the witch. The wizard couldn’t resist taking a stab at her when they passed.

“A rather early ending to your date, Miss Granger. Did your beau grope you, or otherwise abuse your person?” the wizard purred at her.

Hermione looked at him, her face tear-stained.

“Shut up and mind your own business, Professor!” she spat, rushing past him.

Severus’ eyes went wide and he spun as she passed. Did the little chit just tell him to…to shut up? No one talked to him that way.

“Miss Granger, just because you had a bad night that is no reason to be rude,” he chastised her.

Hermione looked at him incredulously as she unwarded her door.

“You have some fucking nerve talking about someone being rude! If you said a pleasant word to anyone your face would probably crack in half from the stress,” the witch snarled at the Potions Master.

Severus scowled blackly.

Not only had Hermione been purposely rude, she cursed when addressing him.

“Miss Granger, my responses to the unwelcome advances of others are based on my personality, not because I am throwing some kind of tantrum,” he said pointedly.

Hermione opened her door and looked back at the Professor.

“Oh, just fuck you, Professor!” she yelled at him, entering her rooms and slamming the door behind her.

Stunned, Severus stared at the closed door.

“Why that little…” he growled impotently at the closed portal. “How dare she…gah!”

Severus threw up his hands and stormed down the corridor. Any students he caught in the wrong were definitely going to suffer tonight.

As he walked, Severus couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to make the witch act so, so uncharacteristically. He had seen the witch angry before, but not to this degree. He had never heard a foul word come out of her mouth before. That she could even wrap her mouth around such language was surprising. So the Gryffindor angel did have a bit of darkness in the wings.

For some reason, he found he approved of that.

The Potions Master turned into the main hall and headed for the main stairwell. Time to catch some rulebreakers.

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Hermione quickly undressed, throwing on her housecoat over her nightgown, then sat on the edge of her bed, fuming. Rita was such a bitch. Now her makeover would be fodder for the wizarding world. Before and after pictures. Dear gods.

The witch flopped back in her bed and thought about her situation. She was calming now and began to be able to look at her problem logically.

First off, her makeover was a noticeable change in her. She always knew it would be…that was why she got it in the first place. She wanted to start dating and doing the things that other young witches did. She didn’t try to hide how she used to look before from Justice. It just didn’t come up. Why would it? He was out with her as she was now, not then. Why did she feel so ashamed?

Because Rita was taking something that was done in relative quiet, and making it into a public spectacle. Yes, the change in Hermione seemed rather remarkable, but the truth was it was completely natural. Adam had just fixed her hair, eyebrows and teeth. The result was because that was how she looked when properly maintained. She looked good.

Why did she feel like hiding now? Hiding would do no good. Rita wanted her to go underground most likely, to be ashamed…to hide herself.

Well, she wouldn’t do it. No matter what the reporter put in the Daily Prophet, she would hold her head high. She did nothing wrong…hell, she did nothing that any other witch wouldn’t do. Went to a beauty parlor and got fixed up.

Fuck Rita.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. Then her mind drifted to Professor Snape. Shit. She had treated him horribly. She hadn’t meant to curse the wizard but he caught her at a bad time. He didn’t have a monopoly on snarkiness after all. Everyone was entitled to be in a bad mood after all. Plus, he saw she was upset and purposely goaded her, asking if her date abused her. He had some nerve.

Well, he wouldn’t be getting an apology. He should have done just what she told him. Shut up and mind his own business. What happened to her was none of his concern.

You have to work with him.

Damn, that was true. Their little run-in could have negatively affected their upcoming project together.

Hermione snorted.

The Professor was most likely going to act the bastard anyway, whether she had cursed him or not. It was his nature after all. If he was pissed at her, so what? He stayed in a perpetual state of “pissed” anyway. At least he’d have a reason for it now.

She lay there, then thought about Justice. The poor wizard. She just bolted on him. He hadn’t deserved that, but she was so upset she just couldn’t look at Rita any longer. The witch’s very presence ruined the night. She would have to go to the Ministry tomorrow, find Justice and apologize to him. If he wanted to even talk to her after seeing those pictures in the paper. Some wizards were funny. He might not want to date someone who used to look like that. His friends might tease him.

Well, she’d find out the kind of wizard he really was tomorrow when she went to apologize. If he was that shallow, maybe it was good Rita showed up. Otherwise she might not have known until she became involved with him.

Involved?

Hermione blushed a bit at the thought. Her ‘involved’ with a wizard. Intimately. The little contact she had with the Auror made her feel very aware of both herself and him. On the broom, she leaned against him, and his body was rather hard and lean…so different from her own softness. He made her feel safe too, but maybe that was because he was an Auror.

Justice was also very, very handsome. Just the kind of wizard she thought she would never attract. Tall, brown-eyed, well-built…actually quite a hottie.

Hermione giggled. Her, out with a hottie. It was as if the world had turned upside down. She wondered if he would have tried to kiss her goodnight…and if she would have let him. Probably. She was becoming aware of new feelings rising in her in the past couple of weeks. Although she had never experienced them before, they were decidedly sexual. The witch figured that she was feeling like this now, because she actually was attracting male interest. Before, the feelings would have just been a terrible distraction and she probably repressed them rather than go through sexual frustration.

It was as if her body was becoming highly sensitive to touch. In the shower, she had the water on high and the feel of it on her skin had caused her nipples to harden. She guiltily touched her breasts a bit, and it felt delicious…but that was all she did. It felt very dirty to touch herself. Dirty and exciting. But she stopped.

A bit of warmth flowed through the witch as she wondered what it would be like to be touched by a man…to be kissed…to be…to be…

She shuddered as suddenly a sweet ache hit her core.

“Oh gods,” she groaned, sitting up in the bed. “I’m turning myself on.”

She wrapped her arms around her belly and sat there uncomfortably, willing for the feeling to go away. It wouldn’t.

“Damn,” she breathed, squirming a little bit. She had to do something to stop it. But only naughty witches did things like that.

Maybe she was a naughty witch. She thought about what she had read in books. She used to sneak and read erotic books when she was younger and the witches in them would masturbate. She was always too uptight and embarrassed to try. But she was supposed to focus on a man when she did it.

Hermione picked up her wand off the nightstand and lowered the torches, as if that would make what she was about to do more permissible. The witch then laid back on the bed, pulled her nightie up a bit, and slid the crotch of her panties aside, picturing Justice’s handsome face and imagining him shirtless. She slipped a finger between her labia clumsily, gasping at how wet she was down there. She could smell her own muskiness.

The witch rubbed, groaning a little at how her fingers felt as they moved over her moist sensitive skin. She touched her clit and buckled. Shit! Oh gods!

Hermione worked at herself, her eyes half-lidded, Justice’s image focusing and unfocusing as she stimulated herself…his features becoming darker as the witch let out a moan, a knot forming in her belly. She worked her hand faster, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger as she writhed.

Suddenly she was on the edge of orgasm, and the image of Justice changed. Hermione shrieked in horror and release as she climaxed to the sharp, pale features of one Professor Severus Snape.

“Noooooo!” she cried, going into meltdown, bliss thrumming through her.

She rode out her orgasm, going boneless and panting as it subsided.

“Dear gods…what was that?” she said to herself. “No. That was just…just wrong. So wrong.”

She shuddered.

That had to be a fluke…the wizard probably popped up because of their altercation. It couldn’t be anything else. She found nothing remotely sexy about the snarky Potions Master. He was cold, rude and a right bastard.

It was a fluke. A horrible, twisted fluke. She couldn’t have orgasmed to the thought of Severus. It was just too terrible to consider.

Tired now, the witch reached out and grabbed her wand, plunging her room into total darkness, as if it would hide the reality of what just occurred.

But it didn’t.

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The next morning, Hermione showered and forced herself not to think about the terrible end to her first masturbation session. She waited until she was sure the Potions Master had eaten and exited the Great Hall before she went to breakfast. She didn’t want to see him for two reasons now. The first, being she had cursed him…the second…well, the above.

She peeked out of her rooms, looking up and down the corridor. Some Slytherin students were on their way to breakfast, but their Head of House was nowhere to be seen. Dressed in her everyday robes, the witch exited her rooms, falling in step behind the students and making her way to the Great Hall.

Suddenly she was snatched out of the corridor and into a niche by a strong pale hand. She looked up into the scowling face of one Severus Snape. She stared at him, speechless.

“I believe your actions last night had something to do with this,” he purred, thrusting the Daily Prophet at her.

Hermione took it and grimaced as she looked at two side by side photos of herself, one with her brittle-haired, unibrowed and buck-toothed, the other as she looked now. The caption read:

Hogwarts Spells Mistress Undergoes Miraculous Change from Beast to Beauty.
Story page three.

“Damn,” she breathed, Severus staring at her to see her reaction.

Hermione folded the paper up and handed it back to him.

“Aren’t you going to read the article?” the Potions Master asked her silkily.

“No,” Hermione said.

He looked at her a moment.

“Very wise, Miss Granger. To read it would lend it credence,” he said, studying the witch. “Now, as to your actions last night, whereas I understand your frustration, I do not appreciate being spoken to in such a manner. I believe an apology is in order.”

Hermione looked up at him.

“You won’t be getting one, Professor. You might think yourself beyond reproach in this case, but the truth is you purposely picked at me when you saw I was upset. So you got what you deserved in my opinion. I would no sooner apologize to you than send Rita Skeeter a thank you note,” she said.

“Is that so, Miss Granger?” Severus purred, moving closer to the witch and trapping her against the wall.

Hermione was aware of a kind of thrill ripping through her as the wizard intruded on her personal space, his dark eyes resting on her face.

“Yes it is,” the witch managed to get out. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stand so close to me, Professor,” she said.

But Severus was remembering her against another dungeon wall in his dream. The wizard went unfocused for a moment, until he felt a small hand pushing at his chest.

“Get away, Professor,” Hermione said.

Severus caught her hand. It was soft, tiny and very warm

“I didn’t touch you, Miss Granger…why are you touching me?” he asked her silkily.

“I need my space,” she said, trembling a little now.

The Potions Master’s quick black eyes took in her trembling. He gave her a half-smirk, released her hand and stepped away, noticing how the witch drew in a long, deep breath.

“Run, Miss Granger,” he said softly.

The witch didn’t have to be told twice. Hermione bolted from the niche, the wizard stepping out and watching her hurry up the corridor, his eyes narrowed. Then he turned and headed for his office, looking quite thoughtful.

Quite thoughtful indeed.

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A/N: And so it starts. Heh heh. Poor Hermione. What a shock to see Severus’ face at the point of meltdown. Ooh, there is some subconscious stuff going on between those two…and being pulled into the niche. Man. :::fanning::: “Run, Miss Granger.” Whoo hoo. Anyway, please review.