The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 19 ~ Marcus’ Mickey

About four hours later, Marcus Delaluci strode into the Three Broomsticks, dressed in a white wife beater and jeans, his standard hunting gear. The wife beater showed off his muscular build and more than one feminine eye rested on the blonde wizard as he made his way through the inn, his violet eyes taking in the scene.

It was pretty crowded tonight, all the tables filled. The DA teacher scanned the inn until he fell on a table that had only one occupant. He smirked. It was hardly surprising since the occupant was the Potions Master, who was wearing a scowl. Not very inviting.

Hell, Marcus didn’t care. Actually the dark wizard had the perfect table to view the entire inn. He walked over and pulled out a chair, sitting down.

“Hey Snape. Didn’t think you prowled anyplace other than the dungeons. Checking out the goodies?” he asked the wizard, grinning.

Severus looked at Marcus with distaste. Damn, he would sit here.

“Mr. Delaluci, even I like to leave the confines of Hogwarts from time to time. As far as checking out the goodies…no. I am simply having myself a few drinks,” Severus replied.

“Damn Snape. Don’t you ever let loose?” Marcus asked the wizard. The Potions Master was awfully stiff. It didn’t register to the DA teacher that it was because of his presence.

“I prefer to let loose in private, Mr. Delaluci, as well as enjoy my drinks in silence,” the wizard said pointedly.

Marcus understood. The snarky bastard didn’t want to talk. Fine. He was only trying to be companionable. He waved a waitress over and ordered a double shot of firewhiskey.

The wizard’s violet eyes washed over the selection of available witches. He grinned as he looked on the dance floor and saw Professor McGonagall red-faced and trying to keep a much younger wizard from sliding his hands down to her ass as they danced. He thought if that wizard wanted to shag the old bird, he’d probably have to blow the cobwebs off her gray-haired snatch and use a lubing spell before he could do anything.

Pomona Sprout was dancing with a tall, thin older wizard with a handlebar mustache and a gleam in his eyes as they raked over her ample form. It seemed the wizard had a thing for big, buxom women.

Aurora and Rolanda were seated at their tables drinking Nasty Sexes. Rolanda was grinning ear to ear as she watched Hermione run away from Professor Snape, who had been bending over her in a very sexual manner moments before. The witch would have given her right tit to know what the wizard had said to Hermione before she fled. She bet it was something juicy. Well, she was going to find out.

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In the bathroom, Hermione used the loo and scourgified her soaked knickers with a sigh. What the hell was the Professor doing here? She thought he never left the dungeons. She wiped herself, flushed the toilet and pulled up her knickers, exiting the stall and walking over to the basin to wash her hand. Two witches walked in and gave her the jealous, evil eye. Hermione didn’t register it, greeted the witches politely and exited the bathroom.

“What a bitch,” the blonde witch said to her companion, who nodded.

Hermione walked back into the inn, and was immediately descended upon by wizards wanting a dance. She politely declined, saying she was thirsty and about to sit down and have a drink. She had barely got into her chair when the waitress brought over about six Nasty Sexes.

“Dear gods,” Hermione breathed, looking at all the drinks.

“Don’t worry hon, you have help,” Rolanda said, taking one of the drinks. Sinistra grabbed one as well.

“Thanks,” Hermione said, smiling at the witches.

At Severus’ table, Marcus was picking his tongue up off the floor.

“Gods, I want to fuck that witch,” he breathed, looking at Hermione, his violet eyes telescoped to full black.

Severus’ black eyes shifted toward the wizard, glittering.

”Who knew she had that kind of body hidden under those oversized robes? Circe…I would have found myself a bag for her face if I knew that,” Marcus said, drinking in Hermione’s petite but well stacked figure. He looked at Severus.

“What do you think about her, now that’s she’s got her face fixed?” the wizard inquired.

“I think she is a very intelligent, dedicated witch,” the Professor replied. “Quite gifted.”

Marcus furrowed his brow.

“I’m not talking about fucking her brains, Snape. Damn man. Don’t you have a cock?” the wizard said to the Potions Master.

Severus looked at him.

“I do, Mr. Delaluci. However, unlike you I have no desire to stick it into everything with breasts,” he replied evenly.

“I don’t do every witch, Snape,” the wizard said as the waitress returned with his drink. The brunette looked at Marcus appreciatively, and he winked at her. She grinned at him then left the table.

“But I do as many as I can. I love pussy. And I know the Spells Mistress is uninitiated. She has to be. She was as attractive as a troll’s ass before that makeover.”

Severus sipped his drink, seething inside. So Marcus was interested in taking the witch’s virginity as well.

Marcus watched as Hermione declined another dance, the wizard slumping slightly as he walked away.

“You know, I offered to take her out in celebration of her new look and she turned me down, the little tease. She never had a chance to go out with a good-looking block like me and she just turned up her nose,” he said darkly. “I think I’m going to have to give her a little help.”

Severus looked at the wizard directly now, his brows drawn down.

“Help? What kind of help?” the wizard asked Marcus, his belly feeling tight.

Marcus’ eyes shifted around the inn before he reached into his pocket and drew something out of it. Holding his hand low, he opened it where Severus could see. In his hand were several oval red tablets, a golden aura shimmering around them.

“These are the equivalent of muggle “roofies.” Give a witch one of these babies and her pussy starts clapping together. She’ll drop all her inhibitions, ethics, everything. Gets really turned on. But it isn’t something where any wizard can get at her. It has to be invoked,” Marcus confided.

Severus stared at the pills for a moment, then at Marcus. The pig. Marcus continued.

“All you have to say to trigger it is: “Would you like to take a walk in the moonlight?” She’ll stop whatever she’s doing and follow you. She’ll do anything you want and not remember a thing the next day. They come in handy when a witch is…reluctant.”

Severus’ belly tightened. Marcus was planning on slipping one of these to Hermione? His hands clenched into fists reflexively.

“I thought your powers of persuasion with witches were greatly exaggerated, Mr. Delaluci. I see now that my perceptions are true,” Severus said in a controlled voice. “You know using such magic on a witch is illegal.”

Marcus shrugged, his eyes on Hermione.

“Haven’t been arrested yet, Snape,” he replied, rising. “Besides, breaking that witch in might be worth a stint in Azkaban. Save my seat.”

Severus watched as the wizard strode over to the bar and called Rosmerta over. She looked a bit surprised and smiled at him before mixing up a drink. It was a royal blue color with a pink glowing mist speckled with gold floating over it…just the kind of drink witches went for.

The Potions Master growled as he watched Marcus take the drink, his fingers arching over the rim. He dropped a pill into it. No one saw him…except Severus. He then walked over to Hermione’s table.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said to the three witches.

“Hello Marcus,” Rolanda said, her face slightly flushed as she looked up at the smiling wizard. Sinistra nodded. Hermione gave him a nod as well, her eyes resting on the drink he had in his hand. She had never seen it before.

“What is that you have, Marcus?” the witch asked him.

“Ah, a special drink for the prettiest witch in the inn. I had to outdo these other blokes,” Marcus said, looking at all the Nasty Sexes surrounding the witch.

Hermione blushed as he set the glass in front of her.

“This is called a ‘Blue Dream.’ Smooth, sweet and gives you a little tickle going down, and a nice little buzz. Try it,” he said encouragingly.

Hermione looked at the pretty drink and licked her lips.

“Go on, Hermione,” Hooch urged, “It looks delicious.”

Severus watched as Hermione picked up the drink and sipped it. A look of delight spread across her face and she took a large drink. Dear gods.

He had to do something about this.

“Thank you, Marcus,” Hermione said, smiling at the wizard.

“You’re welcome. I hope we can work in a dance,” he said, looking around at all the wizards eyeing Hermione.

“I’ll save you one, Marcus,” Hermione said amicably. He had brought her such a nice drink after all. One dance couldn’t hurt.

“All right then. I’ll see you on the dance floor in a little while,” he said striding off.

“Wow, he didn’t make one move on you, Hermione,” Hooch said, looking after the hunk of a wizard.

“Maybe he figured out that I don’t respond well to being pressed,” Hermione replied, drinking a bit more ‘Blue Dream.’ “This drink is so delicious.”

Marcus returned to Severus’ table. The Potions Master was almost trembling with rage as the wizard sat down smugly.

“That was just too easy,” Marcus said, “Now, in a little while we’re going to see how our little Spells Mistress is when the gloves come off. I think we are going to get quite a show. Then after she’s good and heated up, I’ll move in and we’ll leave together. No need to tell you what happens then, eh Snape?” the wizard said, grinning at the wizard.

“No, Mr. Delaluci. It’s obvious what your intentions are…to take advantage of a witch under the influence of magic,” the wizard said coldly.

“My intentions are to pop that cherry any way I can,” Marcus replied, biting his lower lip as Hermione chatted with the other witches. Minerva had returned to the table, looking a bit flushed.

Severus looked at Marcus with open hatred for a moment, but the wizard didn’t see it since he was looking at Hermione. Severus looked at the witch too, who was developing a very comely little flush as the drink took affect. She absently fanned herself with her hand, and laughed at something Minerva said.

He couldn’t let Marcus get to Hermione. He had to do something.

That cherry was meant for him.

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”And I told the wizard if he were interested in gray bushes, he should dance with Pomona. As a Herbology teacher, she knows all about every kind of bush. Really, he had quite a problem with his hands. I haven’t been mauled like that since forty-five,” Minerva said, coloring slightly.

Hermione, Aurora and Rolanda were almost falling off their chairs with hysterical laughter, sounding very much like witches as they cackled. Minerva didn’t have a clue.

“Gray bushes! Pomona!” Rolanda hooted, stretching out in the chair, gasping with laughter, “I’m going to pee on myself!”

She got up and practically ran to the bathroom.

Minerva looked after her, then at Hermione and Aurora who were wiping their eyes. Good thing Hermione’s mascara was magic and waterproof. She would have had streaks running down her face. She had laughed herself to tears.

“What’s wrong with Rolanda and what are you two laughing so hard about?” she demanded, not seeing anything funny.

Both witches looked at Minerva and burst into laughter again.

“Minerva, you poor dear. You are really out of touch,” Aurora said.

Minerva scowled.

“What do you mean?” she asked the Astronomy teacher.

Aurora leaned over and whispered into Minerva’s ear, Hermione holding her breath as she waited for the Transfiguration teacher’s reaction.

First her eyes narrowed, then they widened with shock and she clapped her hand over her mouth as Aurora moved away, grinning.

“Oh my bed knobs and broomsticks! I had no idea he was talking about…about that!” she exclaimed, turning red as a fire-breathing salamander.

“Obviously he has a thing for ‘mature’ witches,” Aurora said, smiling at Minerva, who probably hadn’t been propositioned by anyone other than Albus for decades.

“Well, if I see the little blackguard again tonight, his thing will be in danger of being hexed off. The nerve!” Minerva seethed, looking around the inn murderously.

Hermione slid a Nasty Sex over to her.

“Have a drink, Minerva. Obviously he found you attractive,” she said soothingly.

“Be that as it may, he could have said it in a more acceptable manner than asking me if I had a gray bush, then stating he liked diving into them,” Minerva sniffed.

Aurora and Hermione collapsed in laughter again as Minerva looked at them, her lips thin with disapproval. Still, she patted her hair a bit.

Rolanda returned to the table and sat down. She looked at Minerva’s tight-lipped expression.

“I guess she knows,” she said, looking at Hermione and Aurora, who nodded, gasping. Rolanda looked at Minerva curiously.

“So, do you have a gray bush?” she asked the witch…who slapped her on the shoulder.

“Rolanda!” she exclaimed, scandalized as the witch chuckled.

“Inquiring wizards want to know,” the Flying Teacher quipped, grabbing one of the Nasty Sexes and taking a big gulp.

Suddenly a fast song came on. Hermione’s eyes lit up.

“Suddenly, I feel like dancing,” she said, rising from the table.

Wizards immediately surrounded her, but she danced through them toward the floor, her hips swaying invitingly as she moved. They followed her like she was the Pied Piper.

Pomona had returned to the table after several dances with the tall, thin wizard. She waved a slip of parchment at the witches.

“Got an address,” she said, blushing. “I’m going to contact Harold later in the week for a date.”

She scowled as the witches didn’t respond. They were watching Hermione dancing. Gods, how she was dancing.

“What’s gotten into Hermione?” Minerva said, staring as the witch wound her body in a manner any stripper would have been proud of, her arms snaking toward the ceiling.

“Maybe too many Nasty Sexes,” Rolanda replied, “She certainly knows how to turn it on. Look at all the wizards covering the front of their robes with their hands.”

Indeed, Hermione was surrounded by a circle of wizards, hooting and howling, all immensely turned on.

“Do it baby!”

”Work it, witch!”

From the table both Marcus and Severus watched Hermione dance erotically. A wizard moved in and danced with her for just a moment, wrapping his hands around her waist and matching her seductive motions. She pushed him away and pulled her clip out of her hair, her curls falling over her shoulders. Groans went up from the watching wizards, and the muttering of witches could be heard throughout the inn.

Severus watched Hermione work her body, enthralled. Damn, she could move. He imagined her moving for him in such a way in a more intimate setting.

“Damn, she’s ready,” Marcus breathed, “I would have never believed she could move like that. Look at that ass go.”

Hermione slung her hair around her head, then snapped it back, her amber eyes hot as if ready for love. The witch certainly had lost all her inhibitions, but didn’t allow any wizards to touch or grope her…so there was some control remaining. But she was certainly making an exhibition of herself. Severus pulled his eyes away from her and rested them on Marcus, who was on the edge of his seat. The wizard turned and looked at him.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Marcus said, shifting in the chair and readjusting his organ. He was hard as a rock. “I’m going to shove my cock so deep in that piece of fluff it’s going to come out of the top of her head. See you later, Snape. If you want, I’ll send you a pensieve.”

The wizard stood up and began to make his way through the crowd toward Hermione.

The Potions Master watched him for a moment, then stood up and also slipped into the crowd.

Time to run interference.

Marcus wasn’t going to fuck Hermione on his watch.

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A/N: Trust Marcus to muck up a good night. Go Severus! Lol about Minerva and the “Gray Bush” lololol. Anyway, please review.