The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 25 ~ Marcus Becomes a Star

Friday night found Marcus Delaluci back at the Three Broomsticks, looking for fresh trim. For the past two hours the wizard had been eyeing a tall, leggy blue-eyed witch with long ebony hair that fell past her waist. She had been at the bar all night, rather than taking a table, and he had caught her eye at least twice, pursing his lips at the woman several times and nodding her over. As of yet, she hadn't responded.

Minerva, Pomona, Aurora and Rolanda were also there, but not having nearly as good a time as when Hermione accompanied them.

“I wonder why Hermione wouldn’t come tonight?” Pomona said, sipping a Poison Ivy.

“She’s new at this,” Rolanda said, “Plus leaving with Severus probably threw her for a good loop. I can’t believe she didn’t shag him though.”

”I for one am glad she didn’t. She’d never live it down,” Minerva sniffed.

Rolanda rolled her eyes. For a woman who was the paramour of Albus Dumbledore for at least thirty years, you’d think the witch wouldn’t be so damn prudish. She acted as if she didn’t know what it was like to be all hot and bothered by a wizard. The Flying teacher could see Hermione was attracted to the dark wizard as clearly as if it were etched into her forehead. She thought Minerva was being purposely blind.

That or suffering from the Gryffindor standard that “All Slytherins are Evil.” Since Minerva was Gryffindor’s Head of House, this was entirely possible. That, and also the natural rivalry between her and Severus. If he fucked the Spells Mistress, he would be getting “a piece” of Gryffindor house as well. That was enough to rifle the witch’s tail feathers.

Rolanda thought Severus was positively delicious, his main attraction for her was his distant manner. The wizard acted as if he cared for no one and seemed unflappable, untouchable…not subject to the normal desires of men and women. In other words, unattainable. Not that the witch would have ever tried to attract him herself. She couldn’t deal with the rejection.

She really envied Sybil her night with the seemingly cold wizard. The way Sybil described him as a lover was just what Rolanda expected. Anyone that held in as much as the Professor had to have an outlet. Since Severus didn’t seem to have one publicly, it made sense that his release would be in private. If he was indeed targeting Hermione, and the witch gave in…she was in for quite a deflowering.

There wouldn’t be a petal left.

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As the night waned, Marcus was about to leave. He hadn’t really made any moves on any witches tonight, though the leggy witch at the bar had his interest. He motioned to the waitress to come over so he could pay his tab. As he was digging in his jeans pocket, his eye fell on a long shapely leg. He followed it up over a bit of exposed thigh and a little black dress, shapely hips, thin waist and ample breasts to meet the eyes of the witch who had been standing at the bar. He sat up immediately, waving the approaching waitress away.

”Well, hello,” he said to the beautiful witch with a grin.

”Hello there,” she replied with a smile. She had on rich, red lipstick and had very full lips…perfect for wrapping around a hot, pulsing organ. Marcus felt a throb as he looked at her mouth. “May I sit down?”

”Please,” Marcus said, quickly rising and pulling out the chair for the witch.

She smiled at him again.

“Such a gentleman,” she said as Marcus sat down.

“Not too much a gentleman,” Marcus replied suggestively, testing the waters. It was late, and usually this was the time trysts were arranged between consenting adults. His violet eyes rested on her.

“May I buy you a drink?” he asked the witch, who nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Marcus walked up to the bar and purchased a Blue Dream. Just as he had done Hermione, he grasped the rim of the glass and let the pill he was holding drop into the glass. He brought it over to the witch.

“Oh, a Blue Dream. I love this drink,” she said, taking it from Marcus and sipping it delicately.

She hesitated a moment afterwards, looking at the wizard through her lashes before taking another sip and setting the drink down on the table.

“Yes, most witches do,” Marcus said, “Now what’s your name?”

”My friends call me ‘Sappho,” the witch replied.

Marcus looked thoughtful.

“My name is Marcus,” he said, looking at the witch with more interest.

“Sappho. Interesting name. Wasn’t Sappho a female poet who…who had a penchant for the ladies?” he asked her curiously.

Sappho blushed slightly.

“Well, I have been known to swing the other way,” she admitted, “If the person attracts me enough.”

Hot damn. Marcus leaned forward, his violet eyes telescoping to black, making the witch gasp.

“Your eyes…how do they do that?” she asked him, amazed.

“A gift from an ancestor. It happens when a witch turns me on…and you have certainly lit my torch, Sappho. May I ask, which way are you swinging now?” Marcus said to the witch, reaching over the table and taking her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Towards you,” she replied with a sexy grin. “You are quite an attractive wizard. Very well built.”

Damn, he hadn’t needed the roofie.

”But I have to admit I have an ulterior motive, Marcus…and I like to be upfront with anyone who gets involved with me. Have you ever heard of ‘Blue Pensieves?’”

Marcus smirked. Had he heard of Blue Pensieves…he had quite a collection of them.

“Yes I have. They are pensieves of couples having sex,” he replied.

“Well, I make them and distribute them commercially to earn extra money. I want to make one tonight, and I need an attractive wizard as a partner. There is no pay other than the sex…but the sex is usually very good,” Sappho said, taking another sip of her drink.

Holy Mother of Merlin. She wanted Marcus to star in a porno? The wizard smiled broadly.

“Sounds like the wage is good,” he said with a bit of a growl as his eyes drifted over the lovely witch again.

“The pensieve gives full visual. Actual faces and penetration…nothing is fuzzed out. You will be recognizable. Do you have a problem with that?” Sappho said.

Marcus shook his head. Shit, if it should come out at the school he was in a Blue Pensieve, he could argue the point if they tried to dismiss him. The only rules concerning sex at Hogwarts was a teacher couldn’t fraternize with students in attendance. There were no morality clauses in his teaching contract. Sappho smiled at him.

“You’ll have to sign a release,” she said

Sign a release to find release with this witch? Not a problem at all.

”No problem,” the wizard replied.

Sappho removed her wand from between her full breasts and flicked it at the table. A contract, quill and ink bottle appeared on the table before the wizard.

“All I need is your signature…then we can apparate to my flat,” she said.

Marcus scanned the contract quickly. It had the standard disclaimer that he agreed not to sue or seek retribution against Sappho because of the contents and distribution of the pensieve, and that he consented to be a participant in the making of it. The wizard looked at the witch’s mouth again, dipped the quill into the inkbottle then signed the paper with a flourish. Magic stirred around them…the contract invoked a Wizard’s Oath. Sappho flicked the wand at the contract and it disappeared along with the ink bottle and quill.

“We’re set,” she said, finishing her Blue Dream.

Marcus doubted he would have to invoke the roofie. Any witch who made Blue Pensieves was probably quite uninhibited. Sappho most likely would do anything he wished.

Sappho rose and offered Marcus her arm. He took it and the couple exited the Three Broomsticks. Rosmerta looked after them, shaking her head.

Marcus had been using the Three Broomsticks for his personal rutting ground for years…picking up witches and using them terribly. Well, Sappho was not one to be used.

She was a user.

If Marcus had been a wizard of better character, the innkeeper might have warned him off the witch. But Rosmerta believed he deserved whatever he got. She checked the time.

:Last call!” the blonde witch cried out loud enough for the patrons to hear over the band’s last song.

Waitresses rushed about taking last orders for drinks as the night wound down.

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Sappho and Marcus apparated to a well furnished flat. Statues of men and women entwined in intimate embraces were scattered about, and lovely paintings of nymphs and satyrs hung from the wall. A plush velvet couch piled with cushions faced a white marble fireplace, two armchairs on either side of it. There was a writing desk in the corner, a number of large, leafy potted plants and the smell of potpourri filled the space

“Make yourself comfortable,” Sappho said to Marcus.

The wizard walked over to the couch and sat down. He was a bit nervous, but then again he wasn’t just performing for a single witch this time. Thousands would most likely be judging his performance. He was very glad for his talent now. He was going to make his cock enormous. He planned to be every witch’s wet dream.

”Let me fix you a drink, then we can get down to business,” the witch said rather throatily. “What’s your poison?”

“Ogden’s” Marcus replied, watching the witch’s juicy ass as she walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle and two glasses. He looked around the room again as she poured the drinks, replaced the bottle and walked over to him. She handed him his drink, then pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

Marcus stiffened.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

”Oh, just a little test for STDs. Can’t be too careful,” she said, “If the tip of the wand glows red when I pass it over you, then you aren’t clean. I’ll pass it over myself too, so you know my state of health as well.”

Marcus relaxed then. It made sense. He downed his drink in one shot as Sappho whispered a spell, and the tip of her wand glowed green. She passed it over Marcus with no change. She then turned the wand on herself and made a pass. It remained green.

She set her wand on an end table.

”Well, we’re both clean,” she said, looking down on the wizard and licking her lips. “I believe I am going to enjoy this, Marcus.”

”Oh, you will,” the wizard said, starting to rise and approach the witch.

He was ready to get started. The DA teacher couldn’t wait for those long legs to wrap around him as he fucked the shit out of the witch. That pensieve was going to be sizzling. Sappho held up her hand, stopping him.

”Wait. Let me undress for you first,” the witch said, smirking at the wizard.

Marcus sat back down, his cock tenting his jeans visibly. Sappho looked at the large bulge.

“That’s quite an impression you’re making, Marcus,” she said, lifting her brows as she reached around and unzipped the back of her black dress.

”Nothing like the impression I am going to make on you, witch,” the wizard said hotly, his eyes completely black as the witch lowered the dress from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin. She was rather cut and looked as if she worked out.

”Yes, baby,” Marcus hissed as she pulled the dress down and his eyes rested on her full, perfect breasts. She had dark tight areolas. “Mmmm, can’t wait to get my mouth on those.”

Sappho gave him a rather oblique smile and pulled her dress down over her waist. Marcus noticed she wore a kind of girdle that cinched her waist, making it appear smaller than what is was and accentuating her hips. Ah well, she still looked damn good. As she lowered the dress around her thighs, Marcus suddenly started.

There was a long, thick bulge that disappeared between her legs.

“Fuck!” Marcus shouted standing up quickly as he realized this lovely witch had a cock…and a big one.

“Would you like to take a walk on the wild side, Marcus?” Sappho asked him.

Suddenly the wizard fell still, his eyes glazing slightly.

“Yes,” he said.

“Well, sit back down lover,” Sappho directed him.

The blonde wizard obeyed.

Sappho removed her dress, then reached into her mouth and removed a leaf. It was an Agistano leaf. It was used to warn of and neutralize any mind-altering substance that was being ingested by mouth. When Marcus brought Sappho the Blue Dream, she immediately knew he was trying to drug her, which was why she decided to bring him home. He was one of those predators the he-she hated. When the witch fixed Marcus’ drink, she slipped one of her own roofies in it.

Sappho was in the process of getting a sex change, when she changed her mind, deciding to keep her cock after getting breast implants. It made her quite popular in the Blue Pensieve circles and she made oodles of galleons because of her loveliness as well as the size of her tool. But she and all who knew her referred to her as a female, and for all intents and purposes she acted like one, except in the bedroom. Sappho was quite flexible. She could be either a top or a bottom. Tonight, she planned to be both.

Let the gander get goosed. Sappho was sure this wasn’t the first time the wizard slipped a roofie to an unsuspecting witch. He wouldn’t remember the actual acts, but he would remember seeing her cock. Hopefully, the pig would get a look at the pensieve one day. Since Marcus was under the Oath, there was nothing he could do in retribution. The wizard had been had.

Sappho removed her shoes, then her girdle as Marcus stared at her without reaction. The girdle also had derriere pads that gave her the appearance of a rounded ass. In fact, it was quite masculine and still a bit muscular. Her long cock stretched out toward the wizard.

”It’s time to make some memories, Marcus,” she purred at the wizard, her hands on her hips.

“Undress, lover.”

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A/N: Lol. For all of you who wanted Marcus to get his come-uppance for drugging Hermione (heh-heh) here you go. Yes. I am twisted, but you all know that by now. Please review.