Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 13 ~ The Potions Master Returns

Hermione was sitting in her living room, reading a Potions trade magazine when she heard the knock on the door. It was about seven in the evening, and she had no idea who it could be. She closed the magazine and set it on the coffee table, then slipped her bare feet into her fuzzy slippers. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She had been doing a nightly workout since her return to her body. Severus' strength made her aware that she was decidedly out of shape, so she intended on rectifying that. She looked out the little peephole and saw Severus standing on her doorstep. He was scowling.

Hermione's heart leaped as she saw the wizard, and immediately a pool of heat formed in her belly. She shouldn't be reacting like this, but how could she help it? She had explored that lean, strong body so many times and knew what it was capable of, from both sides. Damn. She couldn't show him though. Not after what she had done to him. He deserved it, but still…when he had taken her, he had given her some semblance of choice. That was the difference. She hadn't given him that option and felt a little guilt…she was a Gryffindor after all, but had been in a Slytherin's body. So, she had acted accordingly. And gods, it had been good.

Hermione felt another pulse, then drew in a deep breath and opened the door.

"Severus," she said, somewhat breathlessly as he stared down at her.

"Hermione," he said by way of greeting, striding past her and heading directly for the living room. The witch closed the door and followed him, her eyes on his billowing robes.

Severus stopped, turned to face her and pulled some folded parchments out of his pocket. He held them out to the witch.

"The patent papers have come through. We need to discuss the next leg of our partnership. We must arrange some demonstrations at the next few expos," he said evenly, his eyes washing over her.

Hermione took the papers from him wordlessly, sat down on the sofa and began to look them over. Severus sat down in the armchair and watched her amber eyes move from left to right. She had grown her hair back. It was now in a rather messy ponytail. His eyes raked over her clothing. She was in workout clothes and fuzzy slippers. That was good. Her body, though strong enough for a good fucking was weak in other aspects. Hermione looked up at him.

"Everything appears to be in order," she said, "can I get you something? Pumpkin juice? Wine? Firewhiskey?"

Severus noticed the little hitch in her voice when she offered him the firewhiskey. That was what she used to get him to become so uninhibited the night she fucked him. The wizard realized later on that the witch's body had no tolerance for alcohol, and she had purposely given him strong drink to facilitate the act. Very shady and very effective.

"How polite of you, Hermione," he said sarcastically. "Actually asking me if I want something."

Hermione reddened and didn't reply. She knew he was referring to their last night together.

"I'll take a firewhiskey," Severus said silkily.

He noticed the reddening. He had expected a little hint of defiance at least. Obviously she felt a bit out of sorts about what she'd done to him. Well, that evened things out nicely.

Hermione stood up and walked into the kitchen. She kept the liquor under the kitchen counter. She didn't have a liquor cabinet because she didn't imbibe. She took out a tumbler, washed it out and brought both the bottle and the glass to Severus, setting them down on the small table beside the armchair. She returned to the sofa and watched him pour himself a drink, those long, pale fingers wrapping around the bottle. Hermione couldn't help thinking about how she wrapped those same fingers around his huge cock and brought herself pleasure after pleasure. She pulsed again.

Suddenly, Severus looked up at her oddly

"Something wrong?" she asked him.

He looked out of sorts for a moment.

"No," he said unconvincingly, setting the bottle down and recapping it before taking a sip of his drink.

But something was wrong. He had felt a distinct albeit faint yet pleasurable pulse come from the direction of the witch, as if she cast a small spell at him. Suddenly, he felt compelled to say something.

"Yes. What were you just thinking about?" the wizard asked her.

Hermione flushed. Why was he asking her such a thing?

"About the patent," she lied.

"Don't lie to me, witch. Now, what were you just thinking? I need to know," he demanded. "Don't make me use legilimency."

Hermione scowled at him.

"I'm an accomplished Occlumens, Severus. I learned occlumency as part of the curriculum of 'Protecting your Potions.' But you're welcome to try," she said evenly.

Severus did, and Hermione slammed her occlumency walls down, effectively blocking him from seeing anything. The Potions Master frowned at her.

"I distinctly felt something sexual from you," he said, watching for her reaction. It wasn't at all distinct or clear, but he was fishing here.

"What do you mean, you 'felt something sexual?' I didn't do anything," the witch replied, staying cool. How did he know she was thinking about handling his cock?

"I was pouring my drink, and I felt a physical pulse from you," he said, his eyes fixed on her face. "There was pleasure involved."

"You imagined it," Hermione responded.

"I know when I feel something, witch…and I felt something that issued from you," he said, anger creeping into his voice.

"So tell me, Hermione…what have you been doing since you've regained your body? Have you 'put it through its paces' yet?" the wizard inquired, deciding to dive in. Gods knew he hadn't touched pussy since he'd diddled in hers that night.

Hermione frowned at him.

"No I haven't since you arbitrarily removed all my sexual resources," the witch said angrily. "I understand Vlad, but why did you have to cut Ron off? I enjoyed Ron."

"I simply cut him off to keep him from pursuing me," Severus lied. "I figured you could re-establish your little friendly fuckfests when you returned to your own body."

"Well, Ron is involved with someone seriously now," Hermione said a bit sullenly. "Probably because you cut off his access to me."

So…the witch didn't have any sexual partners. She was probably randy as hell. He had been in her body and she had quite the little sex drive.

"If Mr. Weasley became involved with someone in such a short period of time, she is probably someone he had been considering long before I came along. You can't blame me for that," the wizard said evenly, his black eyes raking over her again. "I imagine you are hot for some cock right now, witch."

Again, he was hit with a pulse…but much stronger than the first. This time it was definitely desire. He could feel the witch's desire physically. Now wasn't this an interesting development?

Hermione had to squeeze her thighs together at the wizard's lewd comment. Damn it, he was hitting her right where it ached.

"What I'm hot for is none of your concern," she said, hoping she sounded convincing as her body protested the lie. It certainly was his concern if he were feeling randy as well.

"It is my concern, being that my cock is quite available witch. Besides, you owe me for that little switching act…not to mention my silence. I can get your degree pulled, you know," Severus said…moving in for the kill.

Hermione sighed.

"Severus, why do you always manipulate me like this? You have plenty of witches to fuck. You don't even like me," Hermione said to him, her eyes glistening as she did so, hating the fact that she knew to her body it didn't matter whether he liked her or not. He was able to take it where it wanted to go in the way it wanted to be taken.

Severus leaned back in the armchair and took a sip of his drink.

"I've wondered that myself, Hermione," he said to her silkily. "In the beginning, your naiveté and the little pedestal everyone placed you on motivated me to fuck you. You were such a 'good girl.' I wanted to be the one to pull you off it, and teach you the hard realities of life concerning sex with wizards. The second time it was the villain in me. The idea of having you at my mercy for an entire weekend was quite delicious. You needed my cooperation and I just couldn't pass up a young, nubile witch with a next to untouched pussy, a pussy that I broke in. Besides, you agreed to it, Hermione."

Hermione stared at him, silent. Severus leveled his eyes at her and took a deep breath before he continued.

"Now as to what happened between us when our bodies were switched, I've had time to consider it. I don't believe that you were motivated by revenge when you fucked me…not truly. When you switched our bodies, you had the antidote ready to change us back, so that tells me you meant to place me in an uncomfortable situation for a little while, possibly as payback for my treatment of you in the past. It was only because you had no more antidote that we remained switched for a month. If the bottle hadn't broken, it would have been a quick little bit of vengeance on your part. As a Slytherin, I understand the need for vengeance."

"However, Hermione…when you took on my body, you took on my inclinations as well. At some point, egged on my physical nature and my proximity, you decided fucking me would be the ultimate revenge. That was a distinctly Slytherin thought. You didn't have the discipline to handle my desires. I understand that now…but that doesn't mean what you did to me will be forgiven. When I returned to Hogwarts, Hermione…I was not the same man and had doubts about…about…my own sexuality. It plagued my thoughts morning and night. My dreams…gods, they were nightmares because I was responding to my own body taking me. I began to question my manhood. I actually had to go to Albus for advice."

Here he frowned blackly at Hermione, who made a choked noise that sounded very much like swallowed laughter. Severus Snape having to share his sexual fears with Albus? Gods. He probably had to tell him the entire story from beginning to end. Hermione fought back the urge to burst out laughing.

"How did Albus respond?" she asked him, her voice strained as she held a straight face.

Severus continued to scowl at her. It was obvious she found this funny. Well, she wouldn't be laughing in a little while.

"After he stopped laughing and saying how brilliant you were for besting me, he opened my eyes to a few things that I didn't see at first. He actually put my fears at ease…at least psychologically. Physically…"

He looked at her meaningfully.

"…physically I still have to come to terms with my sexuality as it stands. I need to know I haven't lost my fire. You're going to help me with that, witch. Tonight. Regardless of what my mind tells me, I am a man who requires physical proof. You will provide that."

This time Severus was hit with such a powerful pulse he actually gasped. He looked at Hermione, realization hitting him. He was still intimately connected with her body and could feel its sexual responses to him. When he switched back, he had taken a part of Hermione with him. That could be the only explanation.

He arched an eyebrow at the witch. She wanted him. This would not be one-sided. For some reason, Severus felt good about that. Normally, he wouldn't have cared. Another side effect from being fucked.

Hermione was being bombarded by waves of lust. She had suspected his visit wasn't all business. She shouldn't want the bastard, but damn it…she did. She knew he would fulfill her. Hermione shifted on the sofa, dropping her eyes so Severus wouldn't see the heat she knew was reflected in them. Let him think he had her again. Let him think she was giving in to his manipulations and not her own desire. She didn't want the wizard to know she desired him. It was too sick after all he had put her through.

"I haven't fucked anyone since my night with you, Hermione. I believe it is because I now know what witches feel during sex…the great emotion involved. As a wizard, I had no such emotion…only lust, so it was easy to remain detached. Now, if I take a witch, it won't be the same for me, and I don't want to be wrapped up in her surrender. I think, Hermione…you've ruined me for sex. At least the kind of sex I am used to…"

Severus' eyes went hard, very hard as he looked at the witch who had made him surrender.

"But, I need to feel you surrender to me now. Totally, completely and more intensely than when I surrendered to you. I am not able to take away what you've done to me, Hermione, but I know I can top it. Being fucked by a wizard who knows your every intimate sexual desire should be an experience you will never forget. I will be as securely cemented in your mind as you are in mine. It will not be the kind of revenge I would like it to be, but it is better than feeling my surrender was greater than yours. I will at least be able to sleep at night when I'm done with you."

Severus gripped the sides of the armchair as pulse after pulse of desire poured over him from the witch. It was hot as fire, aching, thrilling. He fought to maintain a cool demeanor as he felt her need for his body flow over him. This was another new experience for him, and he didn't want her to know of their connection.

Not yet.

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A/N: Ah, a new twist. So Severus didn't make a clean break with Hermione. It doesn't appear that she has the same connection to him, but there was little emotion on her part when she took him, only pleasure. Severus was the one who locked into her body's emotional state. Wow. This has very interesting implications. Please review.