The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 18 ~ A Girl’s Night Out


When Hermione arrived at the Great Hall, she was immediately descended on by the witches.

“Hermione, you are going out with us to the Three Broomsticks tonight. We’re going to find you a wizard!” Pomona announced to the shocked witch.

“Yes, we’ve decided you need to be around wizards other than Severus. He could have a debilitating effect on you. He is a Slytherin you know, and they are notorious sneaky devils. Showing you his body that way was the act of a tempter,” Minerva said, frowning slightly. “You need other options. We’re going to help you get them.”

“Or get laid,” Hooch said, smirking. “You’re twenty-five, Hermione. It’s time to have some wand laid to your little love tunnel…though personally I don’t think Severus is a bad choice to break it in with.”

All the other witches hissed at Rolanda for even making such a vulgar suggestion. Hermione turned a deep shade of red.

“So wear something sexy,” the Flying teacher said. “There’s a band there tonight and you can do some dancing. That’s a good way to break the ice and get into some wizard’s arms for a test drive.”

“Yes, and meet someone relatively decent,” Minerva said, looking down the table at Severus with narrowed eyes, who was cutting into a breast of chicken covered in gravy seemingly oblivious. “Someone with morals.”

Hermione sat there eating her salad and listening to the witches. Maybe they were right. Maybe her growing attraction to the Potions Master was because he was the only wizard she was in contact with. If she had more of a selection then possibly she could get the Potions Master out of her head. Plus she had a pretty red dress and heels she was dying to wear. And she had never been out dancing. She knew the steps to waltzes from books and practiced alone in the mirror, but she hadn’t ever actually danced with a wizard. She was a relatively good fast dancer…she used to listen to the Wizarding wireless and bounce around her rooms. But at every function at Hogwarts, she sat on the sidelines drinking punch and watching others enjoy themselves. Harry and Ron offered to dance with her but she turned them down. She didn’t want a pity dance with her best friends who had their own dates. But tonight, tonight would be her chance to shine.

“All right. I’m game,” she said, thinking she would even wear a little makeup. Adam had shown her how to apply it to her eyes and lips.

The witches all clapped their hands and immediately put their heads together. When they all finished eating, they left the Great Hall in their usual flockish manner, and Severus once again followed, but at more of a distance this time.

Hermione turned down the dungeon corridor quite excited. She looked back and didn’t see anyone and did a wild little dance step, twisting her hips and swinging her hair quite sexily. Of course Severus turned the corner and saw her, stopping for a moment, his eyes wide as they focused on her swinging ass.

“What the hell?” he thought, following the witch down the hallway quietly.

Finally the Potions Master pulled out his wand and disillusioned himself, pressing against the wall just as Hermione looked back a bit self-consciously, then continued to dance down the hall, everything jiggling as she skipped along.

Severus was enjoying the witch’s gyrations. And it showed him Hermione was nice and flexible. That was definitely good to know. He wouldn’t have to worry about her catching some kind of cramp or hamstring when he twisted her limber little body into a pretzel.

Finally she arrived at her door.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun,” she breathed, bouncing her head side to side as she let herself in.

Severus removed the spell and stopped in front of her door for a moment. Hm. It sounded as if the witch were going out. Probably to the Three Broomsticks for a Girl’s Night Out with the biddies.

His brow furrowed.

It had been some time since he’d been out on the town. Perhaps he should rectify that.

He let himself into his office, then his study. The wizard walked into his bedroom, then to his wardrobe and rifled through it. He selected a set of dress robes, not too fancy but nice, black with silver snakes embroidered in the fabric. He also selected a white dress shirt and black trousers. Since he was going out he would wear them beneath his robes. He also grabbed a pair of his trademark black silk boxers.

The Potions Master gathered his clothing together and hurried to the bathroom to shower. He wanted to get to the Three Broomsticks before the witches did. The wizard showered, washed and on a whim conditioned his hair so it would look silky. He kept it lank as part of his evil Potions Master image. But he could put his best follicle forward tonight. No students would see him. He put on some sandalwood oil. He loved the scent of it.

The wizard dressed and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, tying it with a black leather tie. He looked at himself in the mirror and arched an eyebrow. Yes, he looked rather dark and imposing. Perfect.

Severus warded his rooms securely, walked into his bedroom and disapparated. He hoped tonight would be interesting. If not, he’d do something to make it so.

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Hermione stood in front of the mirror looking amazed at her reflection. Adam had picked out both the dress and the shoes.

“Hermione, you almost make me wish I was batting for the other side in that dress,” the vampire had teased her.

The dress was form-fitting but not too tight and accentuated the witch’s ample curves, held up by thin straps. The dress fell pleated and flared at the bottom, draping longer in the back and showing just the right amount of creamy thigh in front. The red heels made her legs look delicious. Hermione felt as if she were looking at a stranger. She transformed a pair of earrings into simple red disks and put them on, then swept her hair up, twisted it and clamped it in place with a fancy red hair clip.

Feeling naughty, she applied a red, red lipstick that matched the dress, and a bit of black liner and mascara that brought out her amber eyes.

It was a good thing Severus was gone when Hermione exited her room. He might not have been able to control himself. She walked up to the main hall, where the witches were waiting. A seventh year student walked straight into a suit of armor when Hermione passed him, unable to take his eyes off the witch.

“Oh my!” Minerva said, bringing her hand to her mouth as Hermione walked up. “My dear…oh…my dear…”

“Hot damn!” Hooch said smiling broadly. “I have a feeling the wizards are going to be surrounding you tonight. Might even be a fight or two.”

“You’re going to need a dance card,” Pomona said, smiling at the witch and spinning her finger so Hermione turned around. “Just…lovely.”

Professor Sinistra frowned slightly. She was dressed in a lovely green dress that matched her eyes. The witch was lovely, actually up to this point the loveliest teacher at Hogwarts, with her flowing ebony hair. But Hermione was a very close second. The witch pushed her momentary jealousy down. Aurora was married after all and not in competition with Hermione.

“You look amazing,” the Astronomy teacher said sincerely. It was no exaggeration. Hermione was a knockout.

“It…it feels weird,” Hermione admitted, looking down at the dress. “When I looked at myself in the mirror, it felt as if I were looking at another witch altogether.”

“Cinderella Syndrome. You’ll get over it after a couple of drinks,” Hooch said, catching the witch by her arm and walking her towards the door. “Let’s go ladies. We have a witch to live vicariously through.”

Minerva, Pomona and Sinistra followed the two witches out the door, ready to party.

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Severus was sitting alone at a table against the wall and watching the inn’s door intently. He was frowning slightly. When he arrived at the Three Broomsticks, a prostitute who frequented the inn and knew him from the brothel strolled up to the Potions asking him if he wanted a quick tumble. Saturday nights were good nights for the women…all they did were quickies to make as much money as possible.

“No. And do not approach me again,” the pale wizard said, scowling dangerously, “or you’ll find yourself scratching for the rest of the night from a well-placed Itchium Crotchus spell.”

The witch scowled at him. An itching crotch would be very bad for business. She strolled away, her flat ass switching exaggeratedly. Severus shook his head. Suddenly the door opened and Minerva McGonagall walked in, dressed in a nice, matronly blue dress, followed by Pomona, dressed in a green and white vertically lined dress, in the hope it would be slimming, who was followed by Sinistra who wore a lovely green dress that matched her eyes and Madam Hooch who was in a gold colored pants suit. Then Hermione entered.

The Potions Master’s jaw literally dropped and he hardened immediately as the witch walked into the inn in four inch heels and a red dress, looking absolutely edible. Every male voice in the place just died for a moment…and the heated glare of witches at their smitten mates and dates could practically be felt as Hermione walked across the room like a living wet dream.

“Dear gods,” Severus breathed, his black eyes resting on her creamy thighs, legs and shoes, then drifting upward over her hips, waist and breasts, finally resting on her face. His face contorted slightly as he eyed that red lipstick. Gods, he’d love to see that shade smeared on his…

His cock throbbed in agreement.

Hermione took a seat with the rest of the witches and a waitress came over to take their orders. Severus’ eyes shifted toward the bar, where several unattached wizards had turned around on their stools and were staring at Hermione. One very well-dressed wizard stopped the waitress that took their orders and said something to her. She nodded and smiled, then continued to the bar to prepare the witches’ drinks.

She carried the libations over to the table, smiling at the group.

“Ladies, this round of drinks is on the gentleman at the bar lifting his glass toward you,” she said.

Immediately the witches looked over to see a well-dressed, older wizard with salt and pepper hair holding up a glass and smiling at them…but his grey eyes were definitely focused on Hermione.

“He looks as if he’s at least ninety,” Hermione whispered as she smiled at the wizard.

“Just because there’s snow on the roof doesn’t mean his dick doesn’t get hard,” Hooch replied, lifting her glass toward the wizard and smiling. “Just be nice. Maybe he’ll pick up our entire tab.”

Yes, there certainly were benefits to having a sexy young witch at their table.

Severus looked at the wizard scowling.

“You wish you could, granddad,” he muttered under his breath.

From the back of the inn, the band entered and began setting up. Once again Hermione found herself the center of attention as unattached wizards eyed her, some pulling out combs and running it through their hair, others testing their breath with a cupped hand. Hermione could count on being on her feet for a while.

Severus did not like this at all. Hermione was attracting too much notice and there were quite a few young attractive wizards here that might turn her head. He didn’t want her dating again. But there was nothing he could do about the wizards short of putting a repelling spell on the witch.

This was a house band, “The Burning Wands.” They did popular cover songs mostly, and requests. When the first chord to the slow song was struck, wizards converged on Hermione from all sides.

“May I have this dance, Miss?” a sea of voices echoed around her.

Hermione looked at all the wizards.

“Surely you see I have friends,” she said to the wizards. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a dance.”

A couple of them were quick on the uptake and figured if they danced with the other witches, they might have a chance to dance with Hermione later on.

All three of her companions were drawn from the table, tittering all the way to the dance floor.

“A dance, lovely lady?” a blonde, blue-eyed wizard with a nice smile asked her, extending his hand. Hermione looked up at him, and slowly took it, rising. He gallantly took her arm and led her to the dance floor, where he released it and put one hand to the small of her back, and took her other hand in his own, keeping a respectful distance between them. They began to dance.

“My name is Anthony,” the wizard said to Hermione, his blue eyes fixed on her face. “Anthony Jameson. I am a Spells Processing clerk at the Ministry. What’s your name?”

“Hermione Granger,” she replied as they moved across the floor.

Anthony’s brow furrowed.

“It seems I know that name,” he said, searching her face.

“Probably because I’ve registered a number of spells over the past couple of years,” she said with a small grin.

The wizard’s face lit up.

“Yes! You’re the witch that developed the One-way Shield that allows Aurors to fire through them instead of around them. Quite an amazing spell. You’ve saved a lot of lives,” the wizard said, “I had no idea that the witch who created that spell would be so beautiful.”

Hermione blushed deeply.

“Thank you,” she said rather shyly.

Anthony suddenly sent them both into a whirl, stopping smartly and dipping the witch.

“No, thank you Miss Granger, for accepting a dance with me. I am very honored,” he said, bringing her back up breathless.

“You’re welcome,” Hermione said, her heart pounding from the dip. She smiled at the wizard.

Another song came on, and Anthony possessively moved Hermione to the middle of the floor, trying to avoid other wizards who wanted their turn. He wanted one more dance with the witch.

The lead singer began to croon the lyrics, a slow sensual beat pulsing beneath his clear tenor voice:

You’ve got to watch out for his truth and for his lies
He speaks like an angel, but has the devil in his eyes
He’ll take the high road when he wants to bring you low
and entice you to the fire when you’re too afraid to go

He’s a Danger and no stranger to the Dark.

Hermione and Anthony were shifting in a slow circle when a shadow fell over them. Anthony was a rather short wizard, maybe three inches taller than Hermione. They both looked up.

“May I cut in?” a silky voice asked.

However, the inflection in the smooth, rich voice made it clear it was not a request. Severus’ black eyes glittered warningly at the blonde wizard as he looked at him solemnly.

Anthony gave Hermione an apologetic look as he handed her off to the rather frightening wizard.

“Perhaps we will have another dance later,” Anthony said to her as Severus pulled the witch possessively against his hard body. No proper spaces here. He wanted to feel every curve under that red dress.

Anthony frowned slightly at the wizard’s familiarity, but Severus was big. Too big. The wizard slowly walked away, looking back over his shoulder. Severus looked down at Hermione, who seemed to be in shock.

“The way you are dressed is indecent,” he said to the witch, his black eyes hot. “Every wizard in this inn wants to fuck you, witch. I understand you wish to advertise you are ‘available’ but in that dress and those shoes you are as subtle as a billboard.”

That snapped the witch out of it.

“I can dress as I please,” Hermione hissed at him. “I look fine in this dress.”

“That you do. However, I imagine you’d look finer out of it,” the wizard purred.

Hermione turned red and made as if to pull away from the wizard. Severus tightened his hold on her.

“Unless you want to feel another part of my anatomy, Miss Granger, I suggest you stop struggling. I find struggling witches quite arousing,” the wizard said.

Hermione felt a small pulse against her belly as Severus smirked down at her. She realized it was his cock.

“Oh my gods,” she breathed, “Let me go, Professor…that’s disgusting.”

“It’s not disgusting, Miss Granger…it’s nature. You are quite delicious. I assume you dressed this way on purpose, to attract the attention of wizards. Well, I am proof positive that your choice of wardrobe is quite effective. I am extremely attracted. Now, stop struggling or you will have a full-blown erection on your hands,” the wizard said in a low voice, adding, “So to speak,” with a smirk.

Hermione ceased struggling and allowed Severus to lead her around the floor. He was quite fluid and a very good dancer. The witch was surprised. But damn, his body was so lean and hard. He smelled wonderful too. Sandalwood.

A hand tapped Severus on the shoulder.

“May I cut in,” a wizard asked him.

“Only if you have a sword and are ready to use it,” the Potions Master growled, not looking back. He wasn’t bothered again.

“That’s terribly rude, Professor,” Hermione said.

“So it is,” he replied, dipping her and following her down, his mouth inches from hers, and his black eyes intense as he studied her face.

“You know I mean to have you, witch,” he breathed down at her.

Hermione swallowed, heat boiling through her belly and pooling between her thighs. She tried her best not to show a reaction to this.

“Have me?” she said, her voice cracking a bit.

“Yes have you. Fuck you,” the wizard replied, drawing her back up slowly, keeping their bodies tightly pressed together. “I’m going to be the one to pluck that pretty little cherry hidden underneath this dress,” he informed the witch.

Good gods.

Hermione made a small noise as the floodgates opened inside her and her knickers were almost instantly soaked. Severus’ nostrils flared immediately.

“Mmmmm,” he growled, licking his lips at her suggestively. “I see or should I say smell a very important part of your body is not against me harvesting you,” he said in a low voice. “That’s very good news for me.”

Hermione flushed at his comment, mortified.

“Let me go…I have to…have to take care of myself,” Hermione hissed at him, struggling again.

This time the Potions Master released her and watched the witch head for the bathroom, most likely to scourgify her knickers. He turned to go back to his table and noticed several wizards glaring at him. He smirked at them and walked back to his table.

The night was far from over.

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A/N: Oh man…Severus is so hot. :::fanning::: Please review. :)