The Makeover - COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 14 ~ A Sudden Departure and One Great Surprise


The next morning Hermione was in her lab when there was a pounding on the door. Frowning, the witch put down her quill, brushed off her hands on her robes and walked to the door, pulling it open.

“Wow Hermione. So it’s true. You’ve been turned into a real looker!”

“Ron?” Hermione said, surprised.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said stepping past Hermione and into the lab, looking the witch over. “You look fantastic!”

Ron went to hug her, but Hermione sidled out the way.

“Aw, come on Hermione, you haven’t seen me in ages. I’ve been abroad helping with dragon transport for the past eight months. You can give us a hug,” Ron complained, his blue eyes resting on Hermione rather hotly.

“No Ron. Hugs with you don’t work. They involve too many moving parts,” the witch said, walking back over to her notes.

Ron scowled at the witch. She had been stand-offish towards him since their seventh year, when he found out Harry had shagged a witch, and he hadn’t. He pressured Harry to tell him who the witch was, thinking she might give him a go too. Ron was still a virgin and it irked him the Boy-who-lived had his cherry popped first.

“Oh come on Harry, who is she? Think she’d give me a tumble? I’m your best friend after all,” Ron said to Harry, who shook his head.

“No Ron, she won’t do it,” the wizard had told him.

No matter how much Ron pestered Harry, he wouldn’t tell him. It wouldn’t have done Ron any good if he did. He had shagged Ginny, Ron’s sister.

When Ron couldn’t get what he wanted out of Harry, he began to harass Hermione for sex.

“Oh come on, Hermione. Let me get a shag. I want to know what it feels like,” he begged the witch.

“No Ron! You have some nerve asking me to do that,” Hermione had told him.

“It’s not like anyone else is going to do it,” the red-haired wizard pressed her, inadvertently reminding the witch how unattractive she was. “You might as well take me on. It will be between friends.”

Hermione couldn’t believe the randy wizard.

“What kind of friend are you asking me to shag you just because we are friends? No courtship, no connection of any type…hell you don’t even like me that way, Ron. And I certainly don’t like you that way either,” she said.

Ron threw up his hands.

“What’s that got to do with anything? We have the right body parts. That’s all we need,” he said to the witch. “Come on, Hermione. Give me a little bit so I’m not the last virgin in Gryffindor.”

Hermione scowled at him.

“According to what you said a minute ago, I’m going to be the last virgin in Gryffindor,” the witch spat at him, storming up to her dorm to get away from him.

Ron harassed Hermione for sex for the rest of the school year until she threatened to report him to Professor McGonagall for sexual harassment. Finally he gave up, but Hermione never felt the same toward him again. If not for Harry, she wouldn’t have associated with the wizard at all. But now Harry was in America and Hermione had given the wizard a wide berth.

“You’re still mad at me for seventh year, Hermione? I was young and randy. Gods, get over it,” the wizard said scowling.

Hermione sighed.

“Ron, what do you want?” she asked him tiredly. She hadn’t seen him in eight months and found that five minutes were more than enough.

“I came to see if you wanted to go out to dinner?” he replied.

“To dinner? With you? No way Ronald,” Hermione said, looking at him incredulously.

Ron frowned at her.

“Oh, I see how it is. Now that you’re all fixed up you’re too good to go out with the likes of me,” the wizard said coldly.

Hermione put her hands on her hips.

“Ron, I wouldn’t go out with you if I hadn’t gotten a makeover,” she replied, wishing he would leave.

“I wouldn’t have asked you then,” the wizard said, his eyes washing over her curves. “Now I wouldn’t mind being seen in public with you.”

Hermione couldn’t believe it. After all this time, Ron still didn’t have a clue.

“All right, Ron, that’s it. Goodbye,” the witch said, her hand on her wand in her pocket.

“What? You want me to go?” he spluttered.

“Badly. And do me a favor and just stay away. We don’t have a friendship any longer. We haven’t since seventh year. You’re a pig, Ronald Weasley. You treat me like I have no feelings at all and you haven’t got a clue about anything. You’re still the same as you were then. You haven’t changed at all,” she said.

“I was fine the way I was,” he argued.

“Just go, Ron. All right?” Hermione said, gripping her wand tighter. The wizard was begging for a quick and painful hex.

“Fine,” Ron muttered. “I come all the way out here to see you and this is how you treat me. Just fine, Hermione. See you.”

“Not if I see you first,” Hermione thought as the wizard stormed out of the lab, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione quickly warded it, then sighed and dropped to the stool in front of the counter, rubbing her forehead with her hand in exasperation.

Ron was the perfect example of “shallow wizard.” What he said to her wasn’t because he was incredibly honest, but incredibly stupid. He had come all the way out here to ask her to dinner and most likely to shag him afterwards. What a moron he was.

Hermione turned and focused on the parchment she was working on. It was a kind of schedule of what tests she planned to perform on Severus’ mark, the purpose of them and what she hoped to discover. She wanted to manage her time with the wizard so everything would go smoothly and he could be in and out.

Hermione flushed suddenly. Severus Snape. In and out. Good gods.

The witch shivered.

Why oh why hadn’t she demanded a prisoner from Azkaban to work on?

Because Albus already said no, that’s why.

Well, there was nothing for it. Severus would be in her lab at ten o’clock Saturday morning.

She hoped he would be cooperative.

******************************************

Friday night, Hermione went on her third date with Justice. They had a nice casual meal at the Three Broomsticks and spent a bit of time strolling through Hogsmeade arm and arm, enjoying the sights and conversating. Justice had no grip at all on Spells Making or really any cerebral pursuit. But he did enjoy Quidditch and his work, so that is what he stuck with. Hermione did her best to seem interested, but she heard enough about Quidditch from Harry and Ron to last her the rest of her life it seemed.

All right. Justice was no mental giant, but he was kind, handsome and thoughtful. And he seemed to like her very much. But some aspects of his work interested her.

“They put me on Rita Skeeter’s case, and I went down to that Love Bites Beauty shop. What a piece of work that vampire who runs it is. Adam Sweetmeats? He’s sweet all right. Gave me the creeping fugwugs the way he kept batting his eyes at me, and all the while his consort glaring at me as if he wanted to rip my throat out. I don’t see why the Ministry lets them out in public. Vampires are dangerous,” the Auror said, frowning.

Hermione didn’t say anything, but Justice’s dislike of Adam didn’t sit well with her. The vampire had shown her great kindness and friendship. There was nothing wrong with him except he survived on blood and was undead. But everyone had their shortcomings.

“Anyway, I showed him a photo of Rita, and his eyes turned red. Red! Circe. Then he said he didn’t know her, but she really needed to come to his shop and get a makeover. Rita had said that she remembered a man with an effeminate voice…but then again, he’s not the only queer in Hogsmeade,” Justice said. “It could have been anyone. But damn, they should close that shop down and send them both back to the grave.”

Hermione became very uncommunicative. Justice didn’t understand what was wrong.

“Are you all right, Hermione?” he asked the witch.

Hermione looked at Justice with rather cold eyes.

“Actually, I’m exhausted Justice. I’d like to go home,” she said.

The wizard was stymied but escorted Hermione back to Hogwarts. When he walked her to the door and went to kiss her cheek, Hermione reflexively pulled away so he didn’t make contact.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” he asked the witch.

She looked at him.

“I happen to like Adam Sweetmeats. He did something wonderful for me, showed me kindness. I don’t like the way you spoke of him. He can’t help it that he’s gay and a vampire. You sounded like a bigot, Justice,” she said.

The Auror looked at Hermione incredulously.

“Hermione, he’s a vampire. He can’t be trusted. He can sink his teeth into anyone at any time. Do you know how hard it is to kill a vampire? If those two ran amuck, a lot of people would be turned before they could be stopped. They’re a menace. I’m an Auror, Hermione. I have to think of the people I am bound to protect and watch out for danger. Those vampires are a danger…I don’t care if they are accepted or not,” Justice said with conviction.

“And because of that, Justice…I think I don’t want to see you any more,” Hermione said softly. “I want someone that accepts people as they are. Someone who can see beyond the surface. You can see me, Justice…you understood when you found out about my makeover. Adam understood me too…what it was like to be alone in the world and unloved. He made me see myself in a new light, and I will always be grateful to him. I can’t be involved with a wizard who thinks he should be destroyed. I’m sorry, Justice. This is goodbye.”

The Auror stared in disbelief as Hermione closed the door.

Damn it. He’d lost her…and over a fucking queer vampire.

Justice was tempted to punch Hermione’s door in frustration, but instead turned on his heel and made his way out of the castle. The witch had made her decision. One day, she’d regret it, he was sure.

And that was the end of Justice Forall.

***************************************

Severus smirked and pulled his office door shut, his dark eyes glittering. Now that was an interesting development. It seemed Miss Granger was now beau-less. My, my.

The wizard returned to his study and made himself a nice firewhiskey, drinking it down quickly as he stood before the fire. The Auror was out of the picture and Miss Granger was going to have to start from square one as far as finding herself a boyfriend. It was going to be difficult for the witch, since she stayed at the castle most of the time.

Then the wizard scowled. Shit, Hermione had made up with the henhouse. That meant most likely she would be going out with them on their “Girl’s Night Out.” Those birds got rip roaring drunk, and anything was possible. Hermione might even pick up a wizard and shag him under the influence.

Severus’ face screwed up.

Why should he care who Hermione lost her virginity to? It didn’t matter she was a virgin, only that she was a woman. He’d had used goods before. As a matter of fact, all he’d ever had was used goods. The Potions Master had never deflowered a witch before. He had never been the first man to pierce a witch’s body…or hear her first cries of acceptance, or experienced the first pulses of womanhood as she was brought to orgasm. He had never been the first man to indoctrinate a witch into the pleasures of the flesh…to the lust, the fire and the power behind the initial desire.

The dark wizard sat down in his armchair and stared into the flames blankly.

No. Severus had never done that. And he had never been in the presence of a witch who was a virgin unless she was a student. And students didn’t appeal to him at all. Too young and silly.

He leaned back in the chair and sat there for a long, long time.

***********************************

Severus knocked on the Spells lab door, his arms full of Hermione’s research notes. He was finally returning them after going over them carefully. Hermione opened the door immediately.

“Professor Snape, you’re here,” she said with a small smile.

The wizard looked down at her.

“No, I’m still in my rooms pretending that my day is actually my own,” he snarked, striding past her into the lab.

Hermione fought back a scowl. She promised herself she would get along with the wizard. She closed the door and watch as Severus set her books on the counter.

He noticed a small padded folding chair in the middle of the room. It had a kind of extended wide arm on it, presumably where he would rest his own arm for examination. A large examination light bowed overhead.

“I imagine I will be sitting there,” the Potions said looking at the chair.

Hermione followed his gaze.

“Yes, that is where you will be sitting. You can sit down as soon as you remove your robes,” she said, walking over to the counter, picking up all the books and notes and carrying them over to her desk in the far corner. She walked back to the counter, straightening other parchments.

“Take off my robes?” he asked her.

“Yes, so the sleeves don’t constantly fall down and disrupt the examination,” she replied still sorting through parchments.

“Very well,” he said silkily, unbuttoning his robes, removing them and sitting down.

Presently Hermione turned around to address the wizard, then gasped. The Potions Master was sitting in the chair in nothing but a pair of black boxers, his socks and boots, his dark eyes leveled at her and watching her reaction to him.

“Professor!” Hermione said, scandalized.

“What? You told me to take off my robes, Miss Granger. That is precisely what I did,” he purred at her.

“But…but you’re not wearing anything,” she said, averting her eyes now.

“I assure you, Miss Granger, if I were not wearing anything…most likely I would be alone right now, looking at a witch-shaped hole in your lab door,” he replied silkily.

“But…but...”she began.

“Miss Granger, I never wear anything under my robes except what you see here. In my rooms, most of the time I wear nothing at all. I have a great dislike of…restrictions on my body.”

His dark eyes glittered at the witch as she swallowed still looking up towards the corner of the room. Severus smirked. Such an innocent.

“Miss Granger. You have me, now what are you going to do with me? I didn’t come here to have my time completely wasted. If you are going to examine me, please do so,” he snapped at the witch. “You aren’t a child. Surely a little pale flesh and muscle aren’t enough to put you off your game, witch?”

Hermione could hear the sneer in the wizard’s voice and it angered her. So he thought she couldn’t handle him being near naked and alone with her in her lab. Well she could do it. She’d been around Ron and Harry in their swim trunks before, this was no different.

Well, it was, but she could pretend it wasn’t.

“No, it’s not enough to put me off my game,” she retorted, looking directly into his eyes.

Severus knew she was doing that to avoid looking at his body. Again he smirked.

This was going to be fun.

********************************************
A/N: Poor Justice…he blew when he talked badly about Adam. Now Hermione is all alone again. You’ve got to love Severus, sitting in his boxers in her lab. Lolol. Anyway, please review.