Revenge of a Hermione Scorned.

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Daya.



*



Can’t do this. Can’t bloody well do this. Stupid high heels. Stupid Ginny making me wear high heels.



Nope.



Still can’t do it.



. V. Vodka.



A little drinkie will calm me down.



Ooops.



*



Never let it be said that when Ginny Weasley commits to something, she doesn’t throw herself completely into it.



‘I can’t,’ I whisper fearfully.



‘Pah,’ Ginny scoffs. ‘It’ll make life so much easier. Trust me. Antony is fantastic.’



As if to prove this point she tosses her sleek shoulder length red hair over her shoulder.



I don’t care if Antony is fantastic. I do not want that wizard anywhere near me.



He’s wearing pink.



How stereotypical? Why? When did all male hairdressers, be it wizards or muggles, where was it written down that they all had to be gay?



I do not have a problem with gay men. I mean, look at Harry and Draco. They’re gay. They still are reasonably macho. I am not letting Antony, or his bubblegum pink beehive anywhere near my hair.



I whimper pathetically. My hands are involuntarily clenched in the thick b hai hair that defined my entire being. That is who Hermione Granger is. Know it all with bushy hair.



Ginny knows me far too well. She leans over, and pulling back my hair and whispers ‘Bush like head…’



Damn it. I have to take my hands out of my hair to attempt to slap her. She grabs me and forces me through the door.



‘Think of it as the first step to a new you,’ she says chirpily.



I hate chirpy people.



Especially ones who are so damned manipulative.



Actually, this isn’t too bad. He may have pink hair (please don’t let me end up with pink hair, I like pink, but it’s not my colour, please, no pink) but he sure knows how to give a head message. As he massages a sleeking potion into my hair, I can feel the tension begin to leave me.



Ooh, this is good.



His hands are circling lower, gently tracing the curves of my shoulder. I shiver as they reach bare skin, my body has been starved of human contact, and it’s demanding more. Lower still the hands move, oh, oh, please, there we go, his hands brush the fullness of my breasts, immediately I feel my nipples harden, announcing their presence. His long fingers take the hint, and slide inside my robes to tease them, gently catching the hardened buds between the slightly calloused pads of his fingers. The warmth floods deep inside me, and, oh yes, he’s heading further down, caressing the slight roundness of my belly, he’s going straight where I want him, with a final glide, his fingers sneak under the elastic of my panties, pass the slightly coarse curls, and straight into the slickness that reveals my arousal…



‘Oh!’ I moan softly, ‘Oh Severus…’



‘Hermione?’



Oh Severus? Oh shit.



My eyes flew open, and I’m staring straight into two pairs of concerned, but most definitely amused eyes.



‘You’re drooling, ‘Mione,’ Ginny says with a wink. This gesture unfortunately doesn’t tell me exactly what she heard. Am losing self control. Must find it. Perhaps left it in dungeon with Snape.



Oh for the love of the gods. How on earth has it come to this? A gay hairdresser gives me a head massage, and I’m practically orgasming on the spot. I blush and make a mental note to pick up a few…ahem… aids at thittlittle shop down one of the alleys in Hogsmeade. The one I’ve always scurried past and never bothered venturing into before. That is going to change. Right now. In fact, as soon as I get out of here.



I swear, if Ginny giggles once more, I am going to strangle her.



Antony appears not to have noticed my discomfort. Or perhaps he’s used to it. Maybe that’s why he’s gay…



I groan.



I haven’t stopped rambling since two days ago. Even my thoughts are frantic. As if I have to keep thinking, if I stop thinking, I’m going to remember what I’m going to do…



I’m going to seduce Severus Snape.



I cringe at the very thought of it. (Except for that traitorous part of my brain that controls my lower regions that positively cheers.) It is revenge, I repeat to myself, as if repetition will force the ideas into my head. Well, it worked for arithimancy, why not the idea of shagging Severus Snape?



Oh yes…. Shagging….



Raw, animalistic, red hot, passionate sex. Lots of sweat and clawing at each other’s bodies. Would he be the dominant kind, and insist upon bearing down upon me, or would he be a gentleman and insist I take my pleasure on top? What about being tied down, does my strokeable Snape have nky nky side to him?



Strokeable Snape?



I’m not sure where that came from, but am getting very hot at the thought of it.



Stroking Snape.



The words vibrate around my head.



Bare skin. Skin that is usually hidden rnearneath his robes. I gulp. There are other things hidden under those robes. I wonder how that would measure up to the length of his fingers…



Antony really should think about turning the heating down in his salon. I’m sure keeping the temperature up this high cannot be good for his customers. I mean look at me, I’m all flushed.



Look at me….



I’m looking. I’m looking and my mouth has fallen open. I can see each one of my individual perfect white teeth. Could count them if the desire arose. Except, it’s not my teeth I’m looking at.



My hair.



My hair is gone.



And I love it.



Antony is fussing around me, casting spells so I can see my head from all angles. Even Ginny is impressed. Feel as if I am in one of these make over articles you get in muggle magazines. Am most definitely an ‘after’ though. Am going to kiss Antony, and then hug Ginny, and then I am going to kiss Antony again.



On second thoughts I better not. I might get over excited.



My hair is gone. Well, I mean, the bushiness has gone. It now falls halfway to my shoulders in a sleek, choppy style. My fringe sweeps across my forehead to fall over one of my dark eyes, that peers seductively out.



I a s a smug smile. Well, I’m allowed at least one aren’t I? Bush like head indeed…



Hah.



Gloating doesn’t last too long. Especially when I see vast amount of galleons on Antony’s bill. I glare briefly at him, and then decide it’s worth it. He’s pressing armfuls of potions on me, and chattering away about spells I can use to keep it way way it is. I pay close attention. Even if my dear Professor Snape doesn’t pay attention am sure someone in my potions class at uni will. Hmm. Appear to be turning into a sex crazed woman. Good. It’s about time.



Find myself being dragged into Hogsmeade by overly enthusiastic Ginny. She’s very keen. Beginning to have the feeling that she has been waiting for this challenge for sometime. I must ask her about that at some point, but right now, have more important things to worry about.



Like new robes and new clothes, and new everything.



This is a new Hermione.



*



Ginny has been so good about everything. Am well aware of her previous school status as the Gryffindor minx. In fact, a reputation so well known it has stuck with her all this time. She’s agreed to be my tutor. For the next four days, we’re going to work on everything she knows to get me into shape. Cow woke me up at 7am this morning to go for a run. When I protested, she simply grabbed onto me and apparated outside. Found myself being dropped into a snow drift wearing only my pjs. Was not impressed.



Then there was the graphic description of giving a blow job while I tried to drink my morning coffee.



‘And then if you kind of twist your head at a right angle, and wrap your tongue around the head, while firmly gripping the base of his cock…’



‘GINNY!’



I had tterttered coffee everywhere.



‘She’s right you know,’ a voice had piped up from the living room. Chloe had decided to join in with this intellectual discussion; here was a topic she knew. ‘And if you wet your palm first, they go mad…’



‘I have given head before,’ I announced, as primly as I could considering the subject matter.



Ginny raised her eyebrow. ‘You gagged.’



I blushed. ‘Doesn’t everyone at some point or another? Anyway, Seamus was very well endowed.’



I tried to ignore the guffaws.



‘Alright,’ I finally admitted, ‘I’m not the best, and all advice will be gratefully received.’



It had been a mistake to say that. Ended up with a few tips on how to give head, and then far too much information on the tackles of several Gryffindor males. Including Neville Longbottom. (Chloe was in his herbology lecture.)



I had four days to learn about this sort of stuff. I mean I wasn’t a blushing virgin, but I was hardly up to Ginny’s or Chloe’s standards. Ginny had contacted Dumbledore, and told him that I wouldn’t be coming back till the afternoon of New Years Eve. Dumbledore was fine with it. But still haven’t forgiven him. Soppy old git.



*



Ginny was positively raving about my idea of venturing into the Patil Sisters’s shop.



‘How will he know what turns you on, if you don’t even know yourself?’



Am faced with vast supply of sexual aids. Am so not ready for this.



Resist urge to start screaming.



Grab nearest product from shelf and leg it over to where Padma is grinning at me. Grin rapidly turns into smirk. Ginny is also smirking.



Bugger it. Did it have to be black and called the Prince of Darkness?



*



Four days are up so quickly. Far too quickly for my liking. Am odd mixture of anticipation and absolute fear. Swear Snape will be able to smell my fear. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, how have we managed to get to the castle already? Am convinced have somehow used reverse time turner that actually speeds up time, am sure that 96 hourse pae passed far too quickly. Am not ready. Am not ready.



Am here. No going back now.



Ginny is also coming to ball. She says it’s for moral support, I think it’s far more likely that she’s after fresh blood. After all, Remus will be there. I always thought those two had unfinished business. At least I’m not the only Gryffindor after a member of the teaching staff. Must ask Minerva if that is a common trait of Gryffindors. Am far more inclined to believe it would be a Slytherin trait. Acly mly maybe not. Still have nightmares from discovering two Slytherins and one of Hagrid’s oversized marrows in the prefects’ bathroom. Slytherins far too kinky for own good.



Wonder if Snape will want to bring any vegetables into the bedroom? Wonder what is the correct way to decline being pleasured with a parsnip without offending potential shag object?



Am scurrying through dungeons praying shall not get caught by Snape….



‘Ah, Miss Granger.’



Bastard. He must have been lurking.



‘Severus, how are you?’ I force myself to turn and smile at him. Ignore stomach that suddenly decides to try out for Hogwarts gymnastic team.



Repeat after me… You are seducing Severus Snape for revenge. You are going to get him begging for you and then tell him where he can stick his collection of root vegetables. You are not noticing in the least the way he doesn’t have black eyes as you previously thought, instead he has eyes the colour of bitter chocolate, no get images of melted chocolate out of head now, you are not going weak at the knees, Hermione, Hermione Granger you will listen to your inner monologue now….



Bugger. Inner. Monologue. Hello Professor Snape, yes I have been a very naughty girl, yes; I definitely deserve a detention with you….



Why is he looking at me like that?



‘Miss Granger,’ …My name is Hermione, it may look tricky to begin with but after nearly ten years you would have thought you would have gotten the hang of it ow… ow… I grit my teeth and glare at him. ‘What exactly is on your head?’



My hand flies to my head. Ah yes.



Appear to be wearing dead bright pink hamster.



Or rather woolly hat borrowed off Chloe to hide hair.



I clutch parcels I am holding closer to me. ‘It is a hat Severus. It’s snowing outside, and my head gets cold. I believe the common purpose of a hat is to keep your head warm. Now, any other questions that have glaringly obvious answers?’



Interesting. Apparently he brings out my inner bitch. What fun.



Indeed, he does seem rather shocked by vehement outburst. ‘None at all, Miss Granger,’ he manages to say (Severus Snape at a loss for a snide comeback…somebody note it down in a History of Hogwarts….). ‘You have remembered tonight is this awful function of Albus’s?’



Hmm. How could I have forgotten? ‘New Years Eve.’ I nod. ‘I haven’t forgotten.’



He seems uncomfortable. ‘And you will recall I am to escort you…’



It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he charges for ‘extra services’. Catch self before say it, remembering that he will not get joke about Muggle escort services, and am not about to get into lecture on muggle prostitution habits. Maybe as pillow talk, but not standing at the top of the stair case that heads down into the dungeons.



He’s still speaking. I cut him off. ‘Yes, I remember, and yes, I know how annoyed you are by it, and yes, I will try and cut the evening as short as possible, and yes I know that are simply following the Headmaster’s orders. Perhaps we could keep the snide comments to a minimum tonight, and get this night over and done with as quickly as possible.’



Definitely a new Hermione. I’m I’m impressed with her.



Snape nods at me, and with a swirl of his robes (I’m not sure how he does it, believe me there is a knack to it and no matter how many times I’ve practised I can’t get the hang of it myself) he stalks off. At the end of the corridor he turns once more, and catches me with a piercing gaze (breathe you stupid girl, breathe).



‘I shall see you at 8pm then, Miss Granger.’



Fine.



*



7.59pm.



Bastards not here yet.



He’s not you know.



Hair is all sleek and pretty… pretty hair… not bush like hair.



Dress….pretty dress… greeny silver to match nice underwear. Am good girl… all matches. Breasts are pushed up and are definitely there but are not spilling out of dress. Dress curves nicely over hips and arse. Definitely flattering dress.



No ink stains on hands. Good good. No ink on face either… have checked more than once.



Ginny made me wear high heels. Sodding things. Can’t walk in them.



Hate high heels. Hate Ginny. Hate Severus Snape, but still want to shag him. Hate self for that.



Nice vodka though.



I like vodka.



Hmmm. Now quarter past eight. Bastard definitely late you know. Not good. He’s supposed to be here. How am supposed to seduce him if bastard doesn’t turn up.



Bloody inconsiderate of him if you ask me.



Must tell Ginny this. This wasn’t part of plan.



I’m going to have another drink. Dutch courage you know. Only vodka, not like its firewhiskey or something.



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