The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 26 ~ Encounters and Aftermaths

Hermione finally gave up trying to do research after Severus’ quick visitation at the library. She shelved the books, left the library and after a moment of indecision exited out of the main doors. The Potions Master had been lurking outside the library disillusioned and waiting for the witch to leave. He followed the Hermione outside and observed her as she walked around Hogwarts grounds trying to occupy her mind with anything other than thoughts about him. Hermione ended up by the lake, climbed on top of a boulder and sat there, staring across the water as her body made its hunger known. Severus dipped behind a large stone nearby, watching her.

Hermione had never felt this way before. How had the wizard managed to work her into this state with just his words and a single, searing kiss? She was so ready to just get naked and let him do what he wanted…but he was doing nothing to give her the opportunity to do so. Gods, the Professor’s body had been so hard against her own, lean, strong…powerful, almost savage. He invaded her mouth like an attacking enemy, tasted her, a part of him slipping inside her, hot, soft and pliant. But Hermione’s body was hungering for a harder part of the wizard to slip inside her.

“Legilimens,” Severus whispered from his vantage point.

He saw the witch reliving his possession of her mouth, and felt her hunger and longing. The witch was aching for him to do more to her.

“If only he’d at least touch me,” the witch thought, picturing both of them in the dungeon corridor, the wizard kissing her, but this time his pale, long fingered hands touching and caressing her breasts and body under her robes.

Severus held back a hiss as he experienced her little fantasy. He didn’t expect what happened next as Hermione lay back on the boulder and began running her own hands over her body.

“Oh Professor,” she breathed, arching her back.

The wizard immediately hardened as he thought he would have to get on a first name basis with the witch before he fucked her. He wanted to hear her moan his name, not his title. He watched as Hermione began to hike up her robes, her legs opening. She was wearing jeans and the pale wizard bit his lip as he watched her slide her small hand down the front of them, seeking release.

“Merlin,” Severus said to himself as he watched Hermione working her hand back and forth under the blue denim.

He never imagined he would ever see the Spells Mistress masturbating to the thought of him on a stone in broad daylight. She was so ready to be deflowered.

Severus took a step toward the witch, then another…his black eyes focused on her writhing body, the sounds of her gasps drawing him to her…her voice going straight to his loins. The Potions Master’s cock was so hard and heavy beneath his robes, it ached…ached to be buried in Hermione’s body.

The witch’s eyes were tightly closed as she twiddled her clit, biting her lip, her brow wet with perspiration. Severus was right next to the boulder now and looking down on Hermione…he had never seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this virgin trying to bring herself to climax with his name on her lips. Hermione didn’t know precisely what she was looking for, but trying her damnedest to find it.

But she couldn’t find the satisfaction she craved without him.

Suddenly, witch let out a small cry and her eyes flew open as she managed to get a small orgasm.

Severus started as if from a dream and dipped back behind the boulder, his nostrils full of the witch’s scent. Hermione pulled her hand out of her jeans and lay there flushed and panting for several minutes.

The Potions Master watched her come down, his cock still throbbing. Gods, what a preview the witch had given him. Multiply her reactions by a hundred and he had an idea what it would be like to take her. She was noisy, that was for certain. If her small fingers made her cry out that way, the wizard could only imagine the decibels she’d reach when he put his huge cock to her. He didn’t mind though. He enjoyed screamers, and knowing he would be the first wizard to tear such sounds from Hermione appealed to him greatly.

Hermione slid off the boulder unsteadily, pulled out her wand and placing the tip of the wand against her crotch, scourgified herself several times. She must have been extremely wet. The witch let her robes drop and sighed. She looked up at the overcast sky

“What are you doing to me, Professor?” she breathed, “I don’t feel as if I’ll ever be right again.”

Severus watched as the witch walked by, the scent of jasmine lingering after her.

“You’ll be right soon enough, witch,” he said softly, and walked after her.

Hermione walked through the main doors to enter the castle, while Severus veered to a little known entrance that opened on a niche in the dungeon corridor directly below his office. He could enter and be in his rooms before Hermione made it to her own premises.

Severus entered his office, warded it and opened the wall to his study. He left it open and walked directly to his liquor cabinet.

He needed a drink.

The wizard poured himself a shot of firewhiskey and tossed it down, savoring the burn for a moment, then fixed another. He carried it to his armchair and sat down, staring into the fire. That had been some show the witch put on. She certainly was passionate. The Potions Master hadn’t thought about that aspect of Hermione. He had been thinking of how much he would enjoy taking her virginity. There would be responses of course. All witches responded. Orgasmed. Whatever.

Up to this point, Severus operated on a rather animalistic-egotistical level when it came to sex. His main purpose was enjoying himself and to make sure the witch orgasmed…not because it meant he brought her pleasure, but it meant he was “all man.” The resultant gush(es) proved he was able to bring the act to its proper conclusion.

This was the first time he ever saw a witch’s need as ‘need.’ In Hermione’s thoughts, the witch was dying for his touches. This was new for him. In his experience most witches were dying for his huge cock, which he gave generously. Normally, his touches consisted of fondling breasts, gripping asses and adjusting bodies for better access. Hermione saw him doing much more than that.

“Romantic little chit,” the Potions Master snorted, sipping his firewhiskey. “She needs more than touching…she needs a good hard reaming.”

But still, he wondered if just his touch could elicit responses from the witch like he witnessed by the lake. He’d like to see how Hermione would react to the fact that he had seen her masturbating as well. The witch would probably faint.

That would be her best bet. He certainly wouldn’t let her flee. Yes. He’d have to tell her he witnessed her playing with herself while breathing his name.

The wizard smirked. It would be a cruel thing to do.

That’s why it appealed to him so much.

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Severus made sure to make it to supper before Hermione did, so he could watch her walk in and see if she had any reaction to him.

Marcus was there also, but the wizard didn’t look too well. Actually, he looked rather sick. There were dark circles under his eyes and an unhealthy cast to his skin. His violet eyes were constantly shifting as if he were thinking of something and couldn’t get it out of his mind.

And he was.

Marcus had another gift given him by his ancestor…one that didn’t have any benefits this time. The wizard could nullify veritaserum and throw off obliviation, which were two of the main reasons he was indoctrinated into the Eradicators, an elite group of clandestine Ministry assassins in his youth. They had since been disbanded. Now his gift proved a curse.

The DA teacher could remember everything that happened the night before, and it made him physically sick. He had been under the influence of a roofie and had sex with a chick with a dick. He might have been able to deal with it if the witch had been a bottom. She did have tits after all, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he had anal sex. But Sappho wasn’t a bottom…at least not completely. She had her own needs and made sure Marcus fulfilled them totally. The blonde wizard woke up at noon in his own bed, at first unable to remember how he got there. He did remember his horror at discovering Sappho had a cock, but then drew a blank. An hour later the memories began to return, beginning with the witch invoking the roofie.

Damn, and it was all in a pensieve that was to be commercially distributed. What was worse, when the memories returned full force, Marcus’ body reflexively reacted, triggering his telescoping gift and causing his cock to shrink to the size of his pinky finger…and it wouldn’t return to normal size. He was too traumatized.

One thing was for certain. Marcus Delaluci wouldn’t be picking up any strange witches anytime soon. He’d be lying low, hoping none of the people who purchased that Blue Pensieve would recognize him. He wanted to kill Sappho, but the Oath he took would stop him if he attempted it in any manner, which included putting a hit out on her. The witch was smart. Too smart for Marcus.

Marcus had lived the life of a sexual predator for years…karma dictated that he learn what it was like to be prey. The wizard received a hard lesson for sure.

Hermione entered the Great Hall, saw Severus, reddened and shot by him quickly. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, the witches or Albus as the witch settled into her chair and ordered a salad. The female staff had quickly learned that the witch barely ate when something was troubling her, and the salad announced she was out of sorts as clear as a heralding horn.

“Hermione, you shot by Severus like a spell out of a wand tip,” Rolanda said to the witch. “Is something going on we should know about?”

The other witches leaned forward curiously as Hermione’s salad, a glass of pumpkin juice, a fork and some dressing appeared before the witch. Hermione poured the dressing on her salad and said, “No. Nothing is going on. Nothing at all.”

It was the truth after all, but the witches didn’t look convinced.

“Did he put his hands on you, Hermione?” Minerva asked, her eyes glittering.

”No,” Hermione sighed wistfully, then realized it and cleared her throat

Rolanda grinned.

“Someone’s piiiiiining,” she said.

Hermione and Minerva scowled.

”No one’s pining, Rolanda!” they both said together.

Rolanda, Aurora and Pomona all cackled.

”Whatever you say, Hermione,” Rolanda said knowingly, then returned to her fried chicken and gravy.

Hermione was silent for the rest of the meal, with Minerva glancing at her worriedly from time to time. Severus should be ashamed of himself tormenting the young witch this way. She wasn’t used to a wizard stalking her for sex. The transfiguration teacher was sure that was what Severus was doing. As if he didn’t have enough randy witches coming his way. She witnessed at least two strange witches slipping down the dungeon corridor herself, and automatically assumed the worst of the wizard. Like many women, Minerva believed men just couldn’t turn down willing pussy.

But they could if they had something better waiting for them. An untouched, untried, untested witch with the hots for him was certainly much better as far as the Potions Master was concerned.

Severus finished his meal and exited the Great Hall, his black eyes shifting toward Hermione for just a moment before he did so. Albus saw the wizard's look and shook his head, grinning to himself. There was a game of cat and mouse going on in the dungeons, he was sure.

And the mouse didn’t stand a chance.

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Hermione finished her meal and headed for her rooms. She wanted to see the Potions Master, just hear his voice and see his dark eyes wash over her. That was all…

With lacewing flies swirling madly in her belly, she stopped in front of his office door and knocked. The door opened immediately, surprising her so she gasped and stopped back.

Severus looked down at her soberly.

”Yes, Miss Granger?” he said silkily.

”Um…Professor…I was wondering if you had the most recent issue of Potions Today. I would like to borrow it if you do,” Hermione said in a small rather lame voice.

The Potions Master’s lip curled.

”Don’t you have a quill and some galleons so you can order your own subscription, Miss Granger? I would imagine someone as well read as you would already be receiving that particular magazine. You did minor in Potions after all,” he purred at her.

He knew Hermione just wanted to see him. More than see him actually.

”I…I let the subscription run out. I have to take out a new one,” the witch lied, her eyes shifting.

”Miss Granger, I know you are fully aware that I do not lend out my periodicals or literature,” the wizard said, “Why are you really at my door, witch?”

Hermione looked up at him at a loss. She didn’t expect him to call her on her lie.

”I wanted to borrow…”she began, trying to stick to her lie despite being busted.

“Don’t lie to me!” Severus hissed.

Hermione’s eyes started to fill with tears.

Severus scowled down at her, then suddenly grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into the office, slamming the door and pushing her up against it, pressing his body tight against hers.

“I know why you’re here, Miss Granger. I witnessed your little performance down by the lake earlier today,” the wizard said softly, his voice belying the savagery with which he had pinned her to the door.

Hermione’s eyes widened and she started to struggle against him. He had seen her masturbating. Severus pressed against her so hard, she felt she couldn’t breathe. Hermione stopped struggling and he eased up.

”And I used Legilimency as well. I know you are an accomplished Occlumens, but strong emotion lowers your guard. And you were definitely experiencing strong emotion witch. I heard my name on your lips as you masturbated,” he said, his black eyes resting on the witch’s red face. “I would never have thought you’d have the nerve to do something like that in broad daylight. Anyone could have walked up on you, especially with all the noise you were making. But then again…you weren’t thinking properly, were you witch? All that was on your brilliant little mind…was me.”

”Why were you following me?” Hermione asked him, trying to turn the tables on the wizard.

”Call it gut instinct, Miss Granger. Maybe I subconsciously knew if I followed you I’d get a naughty little treat,” he breathed. He could feel her curves under her robes. Suddenly he reached up and caressed her face softly. Hermione’s entire body relaxed immediately and the witch’s eyes went half-lidded despite herself. The wizard then ran his hands over both her shoulders and down her arms.

Hermione trembled.

“Yes. My touch does something to you, doesn’t it witch. Makes you want more touches…in more places,” he said softly as he caressed the curve of her breast through the fabric of her robe.

Hermione shuddered and soaked her knickers, her eyes flying open and an indescribable look contorting her face. Gods, her breast nearly burned where he had touched her.

“I…I need to go, Professor. Let me go,” she said to him softly, sounding as if she didn’t want to go at all.

He stared at her a moment.

”No witch. You wanted to be touched by me. You are going to stay here and experience that…then I may let you go,” he told her, starting to unbutton her robes. “But then again, I may not. Until tomorrow morning that is.”

Hermione started to tremble in earnest now and brought her hands up to cover the wizard’s. She was truly afraid now…aroused, but scared to death about where this would lead. It was one thing to lie in her bed and fantasize about the wizard, but another thing when he was here in the flesh, unbuttoning her robes.

”I’m scared,” she said to the wizard, hoping to move him to some sort of compassion or even pity. She might as well been talking to the castle walls.

”So, it is the threat of intimacy that breaks your Gryffindor courage, is it witch?” he purred at her as he batted her hands away and continued opening her robes. “You know that as a Slytherin I will take advantage of that. We love to put fear in the Gryffindor heart. So your being afraid is added impetus for me to do what I am doing, Miss Granger. But there is nothing wrong with being afraid. With me…you are wise to be.”

Hermione’s heart pounded in her chest as the wizard’s hands deftly flew down the front of her robes, his black eyes on her face taking in the emotions flickering across it as he gained better access to the witch’s body. She quaked terribly.

Hermione felt as if her pounding heart moved up into her throat as the wizard parted her robes, revealing her t-shirt and blue jeans.

Dear gods, why had she come here?

”For this,” a little voice in her head replied.

The voice of Honesty.

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A/N: Fanning. Whoo. Hot little chapter there. Severus is just terrible telling Hermione he witnessed her masturbating. Lol. Now, will this lead to lemons? Or is this ‘another phase of the game?’ Next chapter will tell. Please review.