The Makeover - COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 20 ~ Hermione’s Close Call


Marcus made his way through the crowd and managed to shoulder his way through the circle of wizards surrounding the dancing witch. Hermione was gyrating and dancing wildly, oblivious of everything and everyone except the beat of the music. She was like a beautiful animal, her skin glowing slightly with perspiration as she moved.

“Damn,” Marcus breathed. He stepped out on the dance floor and walked up to the witch. She looked at him, still swaying her hips.

“Hermione,” Marcus said rather hoarsely, “I wonder if…”

Suddenly Severus appeared at Hermione’s side.

“Miss Granger, would you like to take a walk in the moonlight?” the wizard asked the witch silkily.

Hermione stopped dancing and stared at him.

“You son-of-a-bitch!” Marcus seethed at the wizard, who arched an eyebrow at him.

Suddenly, Marcus took a swing at the Potions Master, who slipped it. The blonde wizard had swung so hard, he half-turned. Severus stepped to him and put him in a tight full-nelson, lifting his arms high so the wizard groaned in pain.

“I got here first, Mr. Delaluci,” Severus said quietly. “If you wish to make an issue of this, we can arrange it for another time. Tonight, I win.”

Marcus struggled futilely. Severus’ hold was like iron. Around them the wizards all fell silent. Rosmerta bustled over.

“Gentlemen, you cannot fight in my inn,” she said, drawing her wand.

Severus looked at her coolly.

“Just a minor altercation, Rosmerta. Forgive me,” he said, releasing Marcus and pushing the wizard away.

Marcus spun on him, his eyes telescoping wildly as he rubbed his neck. Then they slowly calmed and he looked at Hermione a bit wistfully, then at Severus, then Rosmerta.

“No fight here, Rosmerta,” he said. He scowled at Severus once more, then pushed his way through the crowd. Fuck. The Potions Master beat him out.

Marcus flopped back into the chair, a sour look on his face.

“Would you like another drink, sir? It would be on me.”

Marcus looked up and saw the brunette waitress, smiling at him. His eyes raked over her body.

Nice.

“On you, eh?” he said, giving her a sexy smirk.

The witch’s smile grew broader.

“On me,” she replied.

“That sounds…delicious,” the blonde wizard said with a bit of a growl in his voice so she wouldn’t mistake his meaning. She didn’t.

“It is,” she assured him with a wink.

She left to get his drink.

Marcus watched her go. Well, the night wasn’t going to be a total loss. The witch might not be Hermione, but she’d do it a pinch.

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Severus offered Hermione his arm.

“Shall we go?” he purred at her.

Hermione took his arm and the wizards parted so they could pass.

Minerva was up in arms.

“What in the world is she doing?” the witch said, watching her walk toward the door with Severus.

“Probably Snape,” Rolanda said grinning.

Minerva stood up.

“We brought her here to get her away from him, not to push her into his arms,” she seethed. She strode toward the couple.

“Hermione Jane Granger! Just what do you think you are doing?” she demanded.

The couple stopped walking, Severus looking at the irate Transfiguration teacher with amusement.

“I’m going for a walk in the moonlight with Professor Snape,” Hermione replied. She sounded normal.

“The moon isn’t even out, Hermione. Come back to the table with us,” Minerva said, her eyes cutting towards Severus who smirked at her.

“No. I want to go with the Professor. I will be all right, Minerva,” Hermione said, looking up at the wizard who met her eyes soberly.

“But…but…Hermione…you have no idea what…” she began.

“I will be fine, Minerva. I’ll see you in the morning,” Hermione said.

“Good night, Minerva…and don’t worry…I’ll take good care of the witch,” Severus said, his black eyes glittering.

They exited the inn.

“Oh dear Merlin,” Minerva breathed, walking back to the table where the witches were waiting.

“What happened?” Hooch asked excitedly.

“She wouldn’t come back…she wanted to go with him,” the witch said, sitting down and looking worried.

“Hot damn. Cherry-picking time!” Hooch said with a grinning, toasting the closed inn door with her glass.

Minerva scowled at the witch.

“This isn’t funny, Rolanda. Hermione is an innocent…and Severus…well…he’s little more than a devil. He’s going to take advantage of her innocence,” she said.

Hooch sobered.

“Minerva, Hermione is twenty-five years old. Did you ever think maybe she’s tired of being an innocent? She’s a woman, Minerva…in age anyway. The worst that can happen is she will become a woman in experience too. That’s her right,” the Flying teacher said, frowning slightly at the witch.

“But Severus? He is hardly the kind of wizard a witch would choose to lose her virginity to. He has no kindness, no gentleness or tenderness,” the witch complained. “He doesn’t care. He’s a taker. You saw how he treated Sybil.”

“You don’t know what he is like behind closed doors, Minerva,” Aurora said, entering the conversation.

“Sybil said he was an animal. Insatiable. That poor witch has no idea what she is walking into,” Minerva declared.

“It’s her choice, Minerva. Leave it alone and have a drink,” Hooch said, sliding the last Nasty Sex over to her.

Minerva shut up.

But she still didn’t like it.
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Hermione walked arm and arm with the Potions Master. He was noticeably quiet. Hermione looked up at the sky.

“Minerva was right, there is no moon out tonight, Professor,” she said to him softly.

Severus looked down at her.

“So there isn’t,” he replied shortly.

They walked a bit farther.

“So where are we going?” the witch asked him.

Severus’ black eyes washed over her, resting on her red four-inch heels. The scent of jasmine drifted up from her hair.

“We are going back to Hogwarts…to my rooms,” he said to the witch, waiting for her response. If she were all right, she would definitely protest this.

“All right,” she said simply, then fell quiet again.

Severus looked straight ahead, his eyes thoughtful. This was quite an interesting situation he found himself in. A witch he wanted to fuck would do anything he asked of her. He looked down at Hermione again, then pulled her close and disapparated.

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They appeared in the Potions Master’s bedroom. He released the witch and stepped back, looking at her. Gods, that dress just said, “fuck me.”

“Go sit down on my bed,” he directed the witch.

Hermione obediently walked over to his four-poster and sat down on the edge of it, as Severus unbuttoned his dress robes. The witch looked around.

The wizard’s bedroom was bare except for his bed, wardrobe, dressing table, and a single wooden chair. There were no pictures or any other decorations.

“Kind of Spartan,” Hermione commented.

Severus looked up at her as if startled she spoke.

“What?” he said, peeling off his robes.

“I said your bedroom is kind of Spartan. You have nothing but furniture here,” she said.

“What else do I need?” the wizard asked.

“Other than a hot little virgin sitting on my bed,” he thought as he looked at her. Then the wizard walked over to the wardrobe and hung up his robes, taking his wand out of his pocket as he did so. He might need it.

Severus put his wand on the dresser, walked over to the wooden chair and pulled it closer to the bed. He sat down on it, looking at Hermione. His eyes were hooded.

“What are we doing here?” Hermione asked him.

“Nothing as of yet,” the wizard replied, “Although that is quite likely to change, Miss Granger.”

The witch looked at him, puzzled.

“I am trying to decide whether to fuck you or not,” the wizard said, wanting to see how the witch took his statement.

Other than swallowing and shifting a bit on the bed, she said nothing but “oh.”

Severus frowned.

“Aren’t you concerned about this, Miss Granger?” he asked her.

She looked thoughtful.

“No. If you want to fuck me I’ll let you,” she said matter-of-factly.

Severus’ frown grew darker. Did Marcus actually get off on this kind of mindless compliance? Hermione felt nothing, he could tell. Who wanted to fuck a witch who wasn’t all there? It was like Hermione was soulless.

He couldn’t do this. Not that he didn’t find the witch sexy and desirable…he did. But he wanted her to feel something about it. Apprehension, nervousness…and lust. He wanted Hermione to react like a virgin would react...and he wanted her to want him to fuck her. Not just let him.

Ah well. The witch was safe for tonight…however…he did save her from Marcus. He deserved something for his trouble.

“Miss Granger, stand up,” Severus said.

Hermione obeyed.

“Take off your dress,” the wizard said, his eyes glinting.

Hermione caught the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing her wand, stuck in the elastic of her silk red knickers, flared hips, flat belly and large, firm breasts with light brown areoles. Severus hissed. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair through her knickers.

The wizard’s hand went reflexively to the front of his trousers as his cock hardened. Damn the witch was lovely.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice raw.

Hermione obeyed, her rounded buttocks turned toward the wizard.

“Now, bend over and part your legs,” he hissed.

Hermione did so, and the wizard’s legs jerked reflexively as he struggled to remain in the chair. This was too much. The crotch of her knickers were damp, and his mouth watered at the darkened patch of wetness. He wanted to taste her. Fuck, he wanted to do more than taste her.

“Get dressed! Hurry!” he said to Hermione sharply, his voice hoarse.

Severus groaned as Hermione quickly retrieved her dress and pulled it on. Why had he teased himself like this? He had to get the witch out of here before he fucked her despite himself. He stood up and strode toward her, catching her arm and walking the witch hastily out of his bedroom.

“Where are we going now?” she asked, almost running to keep up with his stride, her heels clicking on the stone floor.

“You are going to your rooms. Me, I am going to bed. Alone. Now out!” he said, opening his study wall and walking her through his office.

Severus opened the door and pushed Hermione out roughly into the corridor, closing it behind her. He drew in a ragged sigh and helplessly looked down at his tented trousers.

“Shit,” he said, walking back into his study and closing the wall behind him.

The wizard walked into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed, his pale hands hanging between his legs. Damn the witch had a body on her. The Potions Master grimaced as his cock throbbed, then stood up, walked over to his dresser and retrieved his wand, divestoing his clothing. His long, pale cock stood at attention, the head red, swollen and angry-looking.

Make no mistake about it…Severus was no gentleman. It was only his own selfishness that kept him from fucking Hermione. And his ego. He wanted Hermione begging for it, and knew he could make that happen. Unlike Marcus, he didn’t need magic to help him along. He wanted her natural.

The wizard climbed into his bed and rolled on his back, placing his arms behind his head and staring up at the ceiling, waiting for his cock to deflate.

Hermione knew he meant to have her now. He told her in no uncertain terms tonight at the inn that he intended to be the one to take her virginity, and she had creamed herself thoroughly at the thought of it. He knew that eventually she would challenge him about making such a declaration and was looking forward to the witch telling him he had some nerve saying he would take her virginity without even asking her.

How delicious that little confrontation would be. It would open up room for all types of reactions on his part.

Severus smirked. He was glad he managed to get her out of the room without touching her.

When he did, it would be just that much sweeter.

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A/N: Lol. Severus just couldn’t let her go without taking a peek, eh? Minerva…the consummate cockblocker. She gave it the old Hogwarts try. Hooch got her told though. Despite how fun she is, the flying teacher does seem to have a good grasp on things. And yay Pomona! Got yourself a date, gal! Well, please review.