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 21 ~ Morning Inquiries


Hermione entered the Great Hall with one hell of a hangover. The bleary eyed witch sat down next to her party companions, all of whom were noticeably quiet.

“I feel as if I’ve been sideswiped by a troll,” Hermione grimaced holding her head.

The witches all looked at each other. Well, that answered their unspoken questions about how she was feeling. Hermione ordered toast with butter and coffee. That was all she felt she could eat.

Severus walked into the Great Hall with a billow of robes. Immediately all the witches looked at him, and he gave them a smirk before sitting down and ordering a very hearty breakfast of sausages, eggs, toast and jam, and coffee. He glanced at Hermione. She looked hung over. Probably the leftover effects of Marcus’ roofie. The blonde wizard was noticeably absent this morning.

Rolanda looked at Hermione.

“So, how was your night?” she asked the witch.

Hermione grimaced again.

“I must have drunk too much. The last thing I remember is dancing. Then I woke up in my bed,” the witch said, sipping her coffee.

Minerva looked at the other witches victoriously.

“I told you something wasn’t on the up and up,” the witch said to the others, who looked at Hermione with concern.

“What?” Hermione asked them, irritated.

“You left the inn last night with Severus,” Minerva said to Hermione, who looked shocked.

“What?” she said disbelievingly.

“You left the Three Broomsticks in the company of Professor Snape. You wouldn’t come back to the table and said you would be all right,” Minerva told her.

Hermione looked down the table at Severus, who was eating. Gods, she left with him? She didn’t remember any of it.

The witch sat very still trying to feel if anything were different about her body. Anything…intimate. Other than a slight pounding in her head, she didn’t feel any soreness or strangeness. But then again, the wizard could have given her something for aches. But had she gotten so drunk she just agreed to go with the wizard?

“So, do you feel any…different?” Rolanda asked. All the witches wondered if Hermione had been deflowered.

“No. I don’t,” Hermione said. She was still disturbed however.

“I suggest you…check…when you get back to your rooms, Hermione,” Minerva said gently. “Find out if you are still ‘intact.’”

Hermione felt her belly quiver uncomfortably. Did the Potions Master take her virginity last night? She looked down the table at the wizard.

Severus felt eyes on him and turned to see Hermione staring at him. He nodded at her soberly and returned to his meal. This wasn’t reassuring to the witch. She didn’t remember anything at all. If she didn’t know better she would have thought the wizard gave her something…but other than when he danced with her that one time, he hadn’t come near her again for the rest of the night…until she left with him.

Plus, for some reason…she didn’t believe the Potions Master would tamper with her that way. He was more direct than that. She remembered what he told her last night…that he intended on taking her virginity.

Gods. Maybe he had.

Hermione stopped eating and just sat there. Minerva put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“There, there, Hermione. If anything did happen…it’s not your fault. You weren’t yourself when you left the inn. If anything Severus is to blame. He was the one who took advantage of the situation,” she said gently, but glowering down the table at the dark wizard.

“You don’t know for certain anything happened at all, Hermione,” Hooch said, “When you get back to your rooms, check. Use a small mirror to see if you still have your hymen.”

Suddenly Severus rose and exited the Great Hall. Hermione stood up.

“I’m going,” she said to the witches and walked out of the hall behind the Potions Master.

“Gods, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall for that conversation,” Hooch said.

Minerva twisted her hands and said nothing.

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Severus was very aware Hermione was behind him. A few students skittered out of his way as he strode to the dungeon corridor and turned. Hermione hurried to catch up to him.

“Professor?” she called.

Severus stopped and waited for the witch to catch up to him. She looked tired.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” he replied, starting to walk again.

“You brought me back to the castle last night,” she said to him, her voice trembling.

“Yes, I did,” he agreed.

Hermione waited for him to say something more, but he didn’t.

“What did we do afterwards? When we got back?” she asked him.

Severus stopped and turned to her.

“You mean you don’t remember last night?” the wizard purred at the witch.

“No,” she admitted, “I only remember dancing. Minerva and the others told me I left with you. I don’t remember any of that.”

”I see,” the wizard said, starting to walk again and smirking to himself.

The witch thought he had fucked her.

When the Potions Master didn’t say anything more, Hermione began to get a bit angry.

“Professor, did you do anything to me when we came back here?” she asked him, afraid of his answer.

“Anything like what, Miss Granger?” the wizard replied.

Hermione colored.

“Anything…intimate?” the witch asked him.

Severus stopped again, this time his black eyes washing over her familiarly before resting on her face.

“You want to know if I deflowered you. If I fucked you. Am I right, Miss Granger?” he asked her silkily.

“Yes,” the witch said, her voice small.

Severus looked at Hermione for a moment or two, saying nothing, his jaw tight.

Then he said, “Miss Granger, if I had fucked you, believe me you would know it.”

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t done it.

“Not that I couldn’t have,” the wizard said, frowning at the witch. “Someone drugged you last night, Miss Granger, with the intention on doing what you almost accused me of. The only reason you still have your virginity is because of me.”

Hermione blinked up at the wizard.

“Drugged me? How?” the witch asked him. “Who?”

Severus looked at her.

“As to how, witch…one of those many drinks you accepted last night. As to whom, that is of no consequence since he did not succeed. This time. You need to be more vigilant about what you drink and who you receive it from. Only take your drinks from the inn’s employees from now on.”

Severus was not about to send Marcus to Azkaban, pig that he was. The Potions Master may have been a spy, but he was no snitch. Hermione would just have to accept she had a close call and look after herself better in the future.

Hermione thought about last night. Not only did the waitress bring drinks, but individual wizards as well. There was no way she could figure out who did such a thing to her. Now she remembered how free and uninhibited she felt on the dance floor. She thought it was just the alcohol, but it had been more.

Severus studied the witch.

“I must say though, Miss Granger…you certainly can dance,” he purred, “Every wizard in the Three Broomsticks had wood for you. I imagine quite a few wands were hand-polished last night with you as the focus.”

Hermione looked up at the wizard, flushed with embarrassment. Severus stepped closer to her.

“You remember what I told you last night, don’t you? That I am going to be the one who claims you when the time comes. I meant that, Miss Granger. I want to be the wizard who first experiences you. I will be that wizard,” Severus said in a low voice, his eyes glittering, “I was hard put not to do it last night. The only thing that saved you was the fact that you were too compliant. You would have done anything I asked of you without any hesitation. I didn’t want you like that. I want you apprehensive, trembling and hungry for it…like a virgin should be.”

Severus backed the witch into the corridor wall. Hermione couldn’t speak…she was lost in his dark eyes and his words, her belly all aflutter. Gods, he was so dominating…so sure of himself. So…so male.

”I saved you last night, Miss Granger, but I saved you for myself,” the Potions Master said softly. It was a deceptive softness, however.

The wizard brought up a pale hand and caressed her cheek. Hermione closed her eyes at this first contact from the wizard. His palm was warm and slightly roughened as it slid slowly down her skin. Helplessly she leaned into his hand. The Professor watched her respond to his touch, letting his hand fall away. Hermione gasped slightly at the break in contact.

“You like my touch,” he breathed at her. “But it isn’t always this gentle, Miss Granger. In fact, I don’t think there will be much gentleness when I take you. But you won’t mind that. You won’t need it. My strength is what you will be longing for. I will give it to you.”

Hermione wrestled to reassert herself. She couldn’t just let the wizard tell her what he planned to do to her as if she had no choice in the matter. Who did he think he was?

”Professor Snape…I have no intentions on letting you just take my virginity,” she said, remembering Adam’s words to treat her pussy as if it were made of gold, “I’m not just going to give myself to you without any preliminaries. If you want me, you’re going to have to court me like any other wizard who wants to be a suitor.”

Severus chuckled.

“This is as close to courting as I come, Miss Granger. And I am no suitor begging for your attentions. I already have your attention, witch. You are attracted to me…you said it yourself when you accused me of casting a spell on you. You will give yourself to me eventually. No one else moves you to things carnal as I do. You would fuck me without dates, dinners and drinks. I need take you no farther than my bedroom,” the Potions Master said, his lip twisted in a slightly leering smirk.

Hermione’s face turned black at his look. The nerve of the wizard! She pushed him back.

“How dare you say…” she began. Hermione never got a chance to finish as Severus shot forward and captured her mouth with his own, forcing his tongue into her mouth and ravishing it, his long arms wrapping around her and lifting her against the wall, pressing his hard lean body against her.

Hunger flooded out of the wizard and into the witch. She had never been kissed, and this was one hell of an introduction. Hermione moaned as the Potions Master licked and sucked at her mouth, exploring every part of it, exchanging fluids. The wizard let out a growl, then dropped her to the floor, pulling back suddenly. Hermione wanted to yank him back against her. She panted heavily, looking up at the wizard with half-lidded and heated eyes.

“That’s how I dare say what I said, witch,” he said to her. “I wish you could see your face at this moment. A wizard with less discipline than I would have you shrieking up against this wall by now, though I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.”

He remembered his first dream about the witch.

Severus heard voices and stepped away from the witch as several Slytherin students walked up the hall. They greeted the Professor and looked curiously at the Spells Mistress as they passed. She looked rather flushed.

When they passed, Severus said to Hermione, “I believe we have a ten o’clock appointment in your lab. That gives you an hour to…recover. You will be able to work won’t you? Or did my kiss addle your brain as well as other parts of your body?”

“I’ll be able to work, and you have some nerve taking such liberties, Professor Snape,” Hermione said to him, trying to pick up the shreds of her dignity. He had just taken away almost all of her resistance with one searing kiss. It was frightening.

“You’ll find out just how much nerve I have witch, don’t worry,” the Professor replied, walking down to his office and letting himself in without another word.

Hermione watched him go, willing her heart to slow its frantic beating. The wizard really was a tempter…just like Minerva said.

Hermione pushed off the wall and walked unsteadily to her rooms, her mind going a thousand miles a minute as she considered what happened to her last night and just now. Someone had planned to have magically induced sex with her, and the Potions Master saved her from it…only because he planned to have her himself.

Hermione really didn’t think that qualified the wizard as a hero. He had selfish motivations after all. Gods, how her body tingled…and the pounding in her head seemed to have moved between her legs.

The Professor had been overwhelming, and she had wanted him to overwhelm her more. No, she couldn’t imagine him gentle…not after that kiss. He had almost sucked her tonsils out of her throat. Damn, he really was an animal like Sybil claimed…and that was only a kiss. What would he be like when he…he…

Hermione felt a gush of flush roll out of her and soak her knickers. Again.

"Damn it," she hissed, looking toward the closed Potions office door.

The witch hurried to her rooms and let herself in before the Potions Master appeared again.

She needed a shower.

A cold one.

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A/N: So Severus isn’t going to reveal Marcus was the one who spiked Hermione’s drink. I don’t think it is to protect Marcus however, I think it is because he doesn’t want to get involved in all that drama. Inquiries, pensieves, testimonies in court, etc. Probably if Marcus had succeeded that would be one thing, but he didn’t. Besides, his own little indiscretion toward the witch might come out as well. He doesn't need that. It would show him to be almost as lecherous as Marcus. The Potions Master probably believes putting Hermione on point about such things is a better solution, so it won't happen again. Still, he is awfully hot. Man oh man. What a kiss. Please review.