The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 27 ~ Hermione Swallows a Backbone


Severus parted the trembling witch’s robes and slid his large pale hands around her slender waist, the tips of his fingers almost touching as he held the witch, thinking here was where he would place his hands when fucking Hermione, to guide her and hold her body in place as he took his pleasure. Gods, she was shaking so hard. The wizard’s cock began to harden as he looked down on the witch.

Hermione felt as if she would never draw another breath when Severus’ hands encircled her waist, holding her gently but firmly. There was strength beneath the light touch and the witch had never been more aware of a wizard’s masculinity. She lifted her eyes to the wizard’s pale face, and his dark eyes met hers, his head slightly tilted forward and lank black hair framing his face. Severus’ nostrils pulsated slightly as if he were scenting her, and that delicious cruel mouth held an even more delicious cruel smirk. She wished he would kiss her.

“You’re rather a petite witch, Hermione…despite your ample…shall I say…charms,” the wizard breathed, sliding his hands down slowly and caressing her hips appreciatively, his eyes glittering.

Hermione swallowed and closed her eyes against the wizard and the feel of those hands moving over places on her body no man had ever touched. She made a small sound as his hands slid back up over her waist and around the curves of her breasts.

”This was what you wanted, isn’t it, Miss Granger…Hermione,” the wizard purred, watching as her eyes flew open.

“You…you used my name,” she breathed at the wizard as he drew his knuckles over her throat.

“Yes, and you will use mine from now on unless in the presence of students,” Severus replied, “You are no longer my pupil, but my peer…a fellow staff member. You will not address me as if you were a child any longer. You are a woman…or soon will be made one in every sense of the word. I intend to give you my own kind of ‘makeover,’ witch.”

“A makeover?” Hermione managed to breathe as Severus’ hands moved back down her body, around the curves of her breasts, over her waist and hips, then down her thighs.

”Yes…but this makeover will be on the inside, witch. You will look no different, but I assure you, you will feel different when I finish giving you the treatment. You will feel complete. Right,” he promised her.

The feel of his hands on her body made Hermione feel a bit braver about this.

”Why Severus, why did you decide you wanted to pursue me? You haven’t shown any interest in any witch at Hogwarts before…except…except Sybil when you were drunk,” she said.

The wizard’s face turned black and he dropped his hands from her body. Hermione gasped at the loss of contact.

“Why not just throw a bucket of never-melting ice water over me!” he snarled at her, anger in his eyes. “I never had an interest in Sybil. The bitch took advantage of me.”

Severus’ face contorted in disgust as he remembered pulling the sheets back and looking down on Sybil’s anorexic body. He stared down at Hermione, cursing her mentally for making him remember that. His cock deflated.

“Get out,” he hissed.

Hermione stared at him, realizing she had said the wrong thing to the wizard.

“Prof…Severus, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” she began, stepping toward the wizard, who took a large step back from her, swirling his robes around himself as if he didn’t want them to touch her either.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant, Hermione. My cock is a flaccid as a flubberworm now…and it’s your fault,” he seethed. “Not even your luscious little body can make me forget the horror I woke up next to that morning. Get out. There’s nothing you can do for me now. We shall have to continue this later,” he said, pulling Hermione out of the way, opening the office door and unceremoniously shoving her out, slamming the door shut behind her.

It clicked as he locked it.

The Professor seemed to have a very bad habit of forcibly ejecting witches from his domain. Apparently it didn’t matter if he planned to fuck them in the future. When he wanted a witch out, he wanted her out. More proof he was no gentleman.

Hermione stared at the closed office door, her robes still open and her body tingling all over from the wizard’s touch. She had hoped to feel those beautiful, artful hands on her bare skin at some point. But she’d ruined the mood. Hopefully Severus wasn’t so squicked he needed more than a day to recover.

“Shit,” Hermione said as she turned toward her rooms, making a mental note never to bring up Sybil in the Potions Master’s presence again.

Damn. Things were just starting to get interesting too.

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Severus stormed into his study.

“Why did the stupid little chit have to bring up Sybil?” he seethed, walking over to his liquor cabinet to find solace. At first he picked up a shot glass, then exchanged it for a tumbler. Still, he poured a minute amount into it and plopped down in the armchair facing the fireplace.

The very name of Sybil Trelawney affected the Potions Master like a powerful deflating draught. The wizard was really quite traumatized by his drunken fling with the witch as well as her subsequent stalking. Forbidden by Dumbledore to either hex or poison her, Severus had to suffer for several years before Hermione got her shipped off to Azkaban. He hadn’t thought about the witch in months. Trust Hermione to dredge up the dead.

Things had been going so well too. He had just been about to slip his hands under her shirt and fondle those full breasts. The witch would have sprung a leak. He might have even taken a suckle or five. Shit.

Severus’ nostrils flared. He had never heard of someone being her own cockblocker before…but then again, this was Hermione. She was always doing things out of the ordinary. He would have answered her question very simply if she had left off the part about Sybil.

“I want to fuck a witch with a brain for once,” would have been his reply.

It was partially true. Her virginal status was also a great lure, since he had never had a virgin before…but Severus appreciated intelligence, and found a woman of intelligence being attracted to him quite tantalizing. He wanted to take the witch’s thoughts away completely and make her mindless. What a sense of power that would give him. Hermione Granger’s mental facilities were quite formidable…fucking her was possibly the only way to keep that brain of hers from functioning on any logical level. If the wizard had his way, only the witch’s ‘animal mind’ would be in action. The part that controlled the thrusting, moaning and orgasming.

He sat his glass down. Damn her for being so fucking inquisitive.

Severus gazed into the fire, debating whether he wanted another drink.

He wasn’t the only one.

Hermione had returned to her rooms, her body aching for continuance. She tried reading, then pacing and finally her eyes fell on her well-stocked but little utilized liquor cabinet. She needed to relax…maybe a drink or two was in order.

Hermione walked over to the cabinet and looked through it. There was wine, cognac, firewhiskey and peppermint schnapps. She took out the bottle of firewhiskey. It would get the job done quickly…maybe even put her out so she could sleep without dreaming about the frustrating wizard.

She grabbed a tumbler and the bottle, then walked over to the floo and ordered a couple of cubes of never-ending ice. A house elf winked in with a small bowl containing two cubes and winked out again. Hermione dumped them into her glass and put the bowl on the mantel. It disappeared.

The witch put the glass on the table, went and showered, then got dressed for bed, wearing a short silk white nightie. She stopped wearing knickers to bed, because they were pretty much ruined by morning because of the Potions Master. Hermione returned to her study, curled up in the armchair, opened the bottle of Ogden’s and carefully poured herself half a glass of firewhiskey.

Capping the bottle and setting it on the end table, she picked up the glass, looked at the amber liquid, then took a healthy swig.

She immediately started choking and coughing as the fiery liquid went down, her eyes tearing. Finally she stopped.

“I need to take smaller sips,” she said to herself. The witch steeled herself and took another smaller sip. It went down smoother, the burn not so bad now…rather nice really. She settled back in the chair.

“This ought to help me forget about the snarky bastard. I know he was mad about Sybil, but he didn’t have to throw me into the hallway,” she said, sipping on her drink.

By her seventh drink, the witch was livid.

“I shouldn’t let him purssh me around,” she complained, pouring another drink. “Who does he think he issh? He’s not (hic*) the boss of me. I ought to march right over there and give him a piece of my mind…that’s what I ought to do. I’m tired of his fucking games…and I need to (hic*) to tell him so.”

Hermione finished her drink and looked at the fire for a moment, her eyes half-lidded with intoxicated ire.

“I think I will,” the witch said, standing up and swaying slightly before walking into her room and retrieving her wand. It was about eleven o’clock at night.

Without thinking the least about getting a robe to cover herself, or someone possibly seeing her in her short nightie, bare-legged, bare-footed, and not to mention knickerless, Hermione exited her rooms into the dungeon corridor and stormed…or swayed rather up to the Potions Master’s office, where she hammered on the door hard with her fist.

“Severus Snape you opened thish door right now!” she cried, banging harder.

Severus had just dozed off in his bed. He didn’t have another firewhiskey and spent his time grading papers to take his mind off the witch and how stupid she was to bring up Sybil. So he was sober. The wizard turned over restlessly, then sat up. He was naked of course. He cocked his head. Was someone banging on his door at this hour? He thought he heard a female voice. Was it one of his Slytherins?

He slid out of bed, grabbed his black house robe, tied it around himself and slipped his feet into his black slippers. He took his wand off the nightstand and headed for his study. Yes, there was definitely a female voice yelling. He hurriedly opened his study door.

“Severus! You open thish damn…damn door right noooow!” Hermione raved, banging on his door.

Severus stopped with a look of amazement on his face. Hermione? At this time of night? Was she crazy?

He pulled the door open and glared down at the witch.

“Hermione, what the…” he began, when Hermione stabbed her forefinger into his chest several times, drawing herself up to her full diminutive height.”

”You, Severus Snape…are an asshole!” she declared.

At first the wizard was shocked, then he smelled the firewhiskey.

No, the little minx wasn’t crazy…

She was drunk.

She was also in a very short nightie and wearing no knickers judging by the dark patch he could make out at the apex of her very visible thighs.

Both of Severus’ eyebrows rose.

“You had no right to throw me…throw me out like that. It’s not my fault you got drunk and fucked Sybil. You should have…should have…” she said, faltering.

Curious as to what the witch was going to say, Severus urged her on.

“I should have what?” he asked her, smirking a bit at the situation.

“Kept your cock in your troushers,” she said, poking him again.

“Such language, Hermione,” he said, looking up and down the hall now to see if anyone was witnessing the witch trying to browbeat him while half naked and accessible. No. No one was about. He looked down at the witch.

“Maybe you would like to come in and continue to tell me how much of an asshole I am,” he suggested, widening the door opening.

Hermione’s eyes flashed, then went a little cross-eyed as she frowned up at the wizard.

“I most certainly will,” she said, ducking under his arm, entering his office and storming into his study.

Severus watched her go, and slowly closed and securely warded his office door, adding a silencing charm as well.

He didn’t want anyone listening in on the witch as she told him what she really thought about him.

Or hearing her afterwards.

The wizard walked to his study door, entered and closed the wall behind him.

Hermione was looking around.

“I can’t believe how incredibly selfish you are with all theshe books,” she griped. “You’ve fucking got the Hogwarts library in here! You stink, Severus!”

The Potions Master walked up to the drunken witch.

“I…stink, Hermione?” he asked her, his lip curled up with amusement at the agitated woman.

”Stink, stink, stink!” she reiterated, stomping her little foot and making her nightie fly up in quite an interesting manner.

He considered her for a moment, then gestured to the two armchairs in front of the fireplace.

“Why don’t you get comfortable before you continue telling me off,” he suggested.

Hermione looked at the chairs, then stalked over and was about to sit down. Severus hurried over.

“Wait a minute,” he said, adjusting the chairs so they faced each other. Then he seemed to take a mental measurement and drew Hermione’s chair back about two feet.

“Now you can sit down,” he said.

Hermione dropped in the chair and immediately drew her legs up, showing her snatch without knowing it.

Severus dropped down into his own chair, looking at the display of downy chestnut hair and labia for a moment, then flicking his eyes up at Hermione. He felt himself hardening.

“Now, Hermione…please continue,” he purred.

”I intend to,” she said snottily, shifting in the chair and showing even more core.

“And why the hell are you smiling?”

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A/N: Lolololol. Oh man, I am dying here. Severus is so damn dirty. Hahaha. So, Hermione is going to get him told eh? I don’t think she's going to make it out of there with her hymen intact. Anyway, please review.