The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 17 ~ An Erroneous Call

When the female staff finished eating, they always waited for each other and left in a group, cackling and clucking. Now Hermione was among them as well. Severus watched them bustle by, then rose when they exited and followed.

Normally, this group of witches would be rather prohibitive for what the wizard had in mind, but once they made it to the main hall they went their separate ways. Only Hermione had to enter the dungeon corridor. Pomona headed for the grounds and the rest of the staff scattered to their classrooms throughout the castle.

Hermione walked down the hall, Severus following her. Hermione was aware the wizard was behind her, but didn’t want to engage him, so quickened her step. Severus quickened his as well, his dark eyes resting on the witch. She had quite a delicious little walk since her robes fit her properly. He closed in on Hermione, directly behind her now but not passing her.

The witch had a very nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach as she felt the Potions Master walking right behind her. Why didn’t he catch up or pass her? Now he felt as if he were only a foot or two behind her. Finally she could take it no longer and spun to face him.

“Why are you following me?” she demanded, scowling up at the wizard who stopped about a foot from her, smirking slightly.

“Miss Granger, have you forgotten my office and my rooms are also in the dungeon area?” he responded silkily.

“Of course not,” Hermione replied, “But there’s no need to walk directly behind me.”

Severus looked at her.

“How am I supposed to walk then, Miss Granger? Latch on to the walls and scuttle sideways like a crab?” he asked her. “What is wrong with you, witch? Are you paranoid? Do you have some deep-seated fear of people walking behind you?”

Hermione wanted to say, no not people…just him. She just stared up at the wizard. Severus moved a bit closer to her and she stepped back. He cocked his head, his lank hair falling to the side. His eyes narrowed.

“Perhaps you are afraid I am going to grab you from behind and do something to you,” he breathed at her. “Now what could I possibly do to you, Miss Granger? Something ungentlemanly?” he asked her in a low voice. “It is quite possible. I am no gentleman after all. Especially when it comes to witches.”

He made a big production of glancing around the corridor before speaking to the witch again.

“The dungeon corridor has quite a few hidden rooms and niches, Miss Granger. Perhaps you are afraid I will pull you into one and have my wicked way with you. Is that it? Is that why my being behind you upsets you so…if you are upset, that is. You might be…excited,” he purred.

Staring up at the wizard, Hermione felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Finally she managed to regain some control.

“No…it’s just unsettling when you could just pass me. You walk faster than I do, Professor,” she replied, not addressing anything he suggested.

“Perhaps I liked the view,” the wizard said, his eyes glinting.

He leaned forward slightly, and Hermione’s heart began to pound…she didn’t lean back this time…she couldn’t. The wizard felt like he was a magnet, drawing her to him. The witch closed her eyes, expecting some kind of contact. Wanting it in fact.

Severus brought his face close to Hermione, his lips an inch from her own, then shifted slightly to the left, bringing his mouth close to the witch’s ear.

“Good day, Miss Granger,” he purred, his warm breath tickling her earlobe.

Then the wizard straightened and walked down to his office, leaving the witch standing in the corridor, her eyes still closed and body trembling. He looked back at Hermione, smirked, then let himself into his office.

Hermione’s eyes fluttered open when she heard his door close.

Gods, she had wanted Severus Snape to kiss her on the mouth. She had gone out on three dates with Justice and never let the Auror kiss her on the mouth. This was not supposed to be happening. What the fuck was going on? Had the wizard cast some kind of spell on her?

Hermione bet he did. Some kind of attraction spell. He was just that lowdown, she was sure of it. She would suspect a potion, but the wizard had never been near anything she drank. She scowled and stormed up to his office door and banged on it hard.

Severus ripped it open, frowning.

“Why are you trying to beat my door down, Miss Granger?” the wizard asked her.

“You’ve cast a spell on me,” Hermione accused the wizard, whose mouth quirked with mirth for a moment before straightening. Oh, this was too good.

“I demand you remove it immediately!” the witch seethed.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“And what kind of spell am I supposed to have cast on you, may I ask?” the wizard said calmly, which pissed the witch off even more.

“I don’t know. Some kind of attraction spell…or a lust spell. Something. Now, you take it off me now, Severus Snape or I will report you to the Headmaster!” she demanded, stomping her small foot in a temper.

Severus’ eyes glittered.

“Miss Granger, if I have indeed cast a spell on you, I didn’t do it with magic,” he said quietly. “If you are attracted to me, then it is because you find me attractive, not because I have hexed you.”

Hermione stared at the wizard, who looked at her soberly. She knew he wasn’t lying. She turned a bright, bright red, lingered for a moment, then ran to her rooms, the wizard looking after her with a rather predatory gleam in his eyes.

So she thought he had hexed her with a lust spell eh?

The wizard chuckled and returned to his office, shaking his head. The naïve little virgin. She had just tipped her entire hand and let him know she wanted him. Not that he didn’t know already, but now…she knew as well.

The wizard walked around his desk and sat down to consider what to do now.

Whatever he decided, Severus knew one thing for certain.

Hermione Granger was as good as fucked.

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”Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods!” Hermione said, pacing back and forth in her study, wringing her hands.

She had just let the snarky Professor know she was attracted to him…and strongly. What had she been thinking, accusing him of casting a lust spell on her? Oh dear Circe. What was she going to do now? What was the Professor going to do?

Most likely use his knowledge to embarrass her in some way. He was like that.

Damn, how could she be falling for a man like Professor Snape? He was cold, sarcastic and took pleasure in making others miserable. He wasn’t social. In fact he was downright anti-social. And he didn’t do ‘romance’. The wizard wouldn’t court her even though she was attracted to him.

Hermione wrapped her arms around herself as she remembered what he said when she protested him walking behind her…

“Perhaps I liked the view.”

Did that mean he found her physically attractive? It had to. And if he did, and now knew she was attracted to him…that meant he might try to take advantage of the situation.

“He is an animal, an insatiable animal and his…his private parts are enormous. You know when a wizard has large private parts he wants sex all the time.”

Pomona’s whispered words came back to Hermione and she couldn’t help feeling warm all over…oh gods this was so wrong. When she got her makeover so she could start meeting and dating wizards, it was supposed to go smoothly. She was supposed to meet a nice man, fall in love, lose her virginity and get married. Not fall for a snarky devil she’d known most of her life, become randy, lose her virginity and become the Professor’s plaything.

His plaything. The gods only knew what that dark wizard’s idea of play was.

Maybe…maybe she could talk to the Professor and find out if he was interested in her. If he was, maybe she could annoy him so badly that he’d regulate her to the position Sybil once held. That sounded as if it might work. As long as the wizard didn’t respond to her infatuation, she would be all right. It would fade in time. Such things always did.

It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all she had. The Professor would be in her lab tomorrow morning for another experiment. She could talk to him afterwards. She hoped he wore more than boxers under his robes this time.

Or did she?

Gods.

The witch exited her rooms and went to her lab to test the Professor’s blood. That ought to get her mind off the wizard, or at least focused on another aspect of him. His tie to the Mark.

Hermione was of the opinion that there remained something viable of the Dark Lord, simply because of the fluctuations in the Phantom Summons. It didn’t affect everyone in the same manner. If it were just based on his signature, the summons should have been consistent throughout all deatheaters. But it wasn’t. Some were affected for hours, others for minutes.

Hermione unwarded the cooler, took out a vial of blood, then retrieved a Petri dish. She removed the stasis spell, uncorked the vial and carefully poured a good amount into the dish. Then she reapplied the stasis spell and returned the vial to the cooler.

Pulling out her wand, she cast the spell that activated the Mark. The blood began to bubble, and went slightly sickle-shaped.

“Gods,” she breathed, “If this is what happens to the blood when a deatheater is summoned, no wonder they are in so much pain. If I could find a way to keep this from happening, it would be a solution to the pain associated with the summons if I can't stop the summons itself..”

But in order to find a way to stop the process, Hermione would need another person to cast the spell so she could work on developing an anti-spell. Hm. It would have to be Professor Snape. But that would mean working even closer with the wizard. Still, the Professor was very intelligent…he could bring something to the table if he were involved in a deeper capacity. It might make him less snarky about his role. Currently, he was regulated to a two-legged niffler. Helping her develop the spell might make him feel better about his participation.

She would approach him about it tomorrow.

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Severus had moved from his office into his private study and was brooding about Hermione in front of the fireplace. She was different from his other conquests. The witch was brilliant for one thing, not an empty airhead primed solely for use as a comebucket. Plus the witch was pure and untouched. She had probably never seen a wizard’s tool in her life.

The Potions Master shifted in the chair as his cock throbbed at the thought of that. Hermione was uncharted territory ready for exploration.

Severus took a sip of his firewhiskey, his dark eyes starting to smolder. He wondered how strong the witch was. He most likely would have to show restraint. He didn’t like that aspect of this whole ‘deflowering’ thing. Sex was the one area in his life where he let go and allowed himself to be undisciplined.

His brow furrowed. Hermione was small, but she had ample hips and ass. She might be able to take him full force, despite his size. Then again, he might throw restraint out the turret window and fuck the witch unmercifully.

He finished his firewhiskey and realized he was jumping the broom here. He was thinking about fucking the witch when he hadn’t even touched her yet. He couldn’t rush this, not if he wanted the witch dying for the ultimate contact. She had wanted him to kiss her in the corridor…but his darker nature wanted to tease her. He was forbidden fruit after all…he had to dangle himself before Hermione and get her mouth as well as other parts watering.

The wizard smirked at the analogy, knowing that it wasn’t quite right.

He was the kind of forbidden fruit that when plucked would turn in the hand of his starved liberator and do the consuming, rather than be consumed.

There wasn’t be a part of Hermione Granger he didn’t intend to swallow down.

He’d take his first bite tomorrow.

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A/N: Wow. Lol at Hermione accusing Severus of casting a spell on her to make her attracted to him. :::shaking head::: Hermione you are just putting yourself out there girl. You’re as good as got. And Severus is just plotting away. Yum. Please review.