The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 28 ~ Reaching an Understanding


”Am I smiling?” Severus said, straightening his face, “It must be a nervous reaction to my upcoming browbeating.”

He adjusted his eyes to appear to be looking at the witch, but he was quite focused on the untouched treasure between her open thighs.

Hermione snorted.

“I should beat more than your brow,” she said, waving her wand a little.

Severus decided he needed to get that away from her as soon as possible.

”You have been absolutely horrible. First, coming to my labs and getting next to naked…invading my personal space on several occasions…saying all manner of untoward things to me, spying on me and today throwing me into the corridor…” she said.

“I believe I’ve invaded more than your space, Hermione,” the wizard said evenly, lifting his eyes from her lovely little twat. “How have you been sleeping lately?”

“And that’s another thing…are you sending me dreams?” she asked him frowning, “You’re in them all the time. It’s disturbing.”

“I imagine wanting to be fucked for the first time by a wizard as dark as I am is quite disturbing,” Severus replied, his eyes glinting.

“I never said I wanted to be…to be touched by you,” Hermione seethed.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“Your performance on the boulder said otherwise, witch,” he purred at her.

Hermione turned a deep red.

“You had no business watching me do that…you should have…should have left when you saw I was having a private moment,” the witch hissed at him.

“I might of if you hadn’t said my name while doing it,” Severus lied.

Hell, he wouldn’t have left if he were tied to a herd of Pegasii.

”Well, you are a beast,” the witch said.

Severus considered her, thinking what he was like when fucking.

”I can’t argue with you there, Hermione,” he said in a low voice.

So far he was an asshole, a stinker and now a beast.

”If I am so terrible, Hermione…why haven’t you told me to leave you alone?” the Professor asked the witch, his eyes back on her tight little snatch.

“What?” Hermione said, looking startled.

“I asked why you haven’t told me to cease my actions toward you?” the pale wizard said, “If my advances are so unwanted, why do you let me access you the way I do?”

“I…I didn’t want to be rude,” she said lamely, “I’m not like you.”

“You think it’s rude to tell a man who is trying to remove your tonsils with his tongue to stop?” Severus asked her, “or impolite to say stop when he’s trapping you against walls, doors and counters with his body? Or bad form to ask him to take his hands off your breasts?”

Now Hermione felt confused, she stared at the wizard not knowing how to respond to this.

Severus sneered at her.

“I must say I like your brand of politeness, Hermione. But now…”

He stood up, his black eyes once again resting between her thighs.

“We need to get to the real issue. Wait here,” he said, striding into his bedroom.

Hermione wrapped her arms around her knees, wondering what the wizard was doing.

Severus walked into his bathroom, opening his medicinal potions cabinet and removed a bottle of sober up potion, and another bottle. He blew the dust off it and read the date. It was still potent. He walked back into the study and up to the witch. He held out the bottles.

“Drink these,” he ordered.

Hermione frowned.

“What are they?” she asked him.

“The first is sober-up potion. I need you lucid witch. You are drunk. Normally, in this kind of situation I wouldn’t care…but this is a somewhat special case. Now drink it,” he demanded.

Hermione looked mutinous.

“I like my buzz. It took a lot of time to get this way. I don’t want to sober up,” she replied.

Severus scowled at her, his black eyes shifting to her wand. Hm. She was drunk. Her reactions would be impaired.

Suddenly the wizard’s pale hand shot out and he grabbed Hermione’s wand out of her hand.

“Hey! Give that back you bastard!” Hermione yelled, getting out of the chair and going for him.

Severus ran around the study, staying just out of reach of the angry little witch on his heels, her hands crooked into claws as she swiped at his housecoat. The exercise would tire her out nicely.

“Give me my wand, Severus!” Hermione yelled, her short nightie fluttering. The wizard really wished he had eyes in the back of his head so he could enjoy the view.

Finally he stopped and turned, Hermione launching herself on him as he held her wand over his head and literally trying to climb up the wizard’s body, all naked thighs and curves. She rubbed against his cock liberally, Severus pushing his hips out a little to increase the contact.

“You give that back,” she said, one arm around his neck, her thighs on either side of his waist, gripping his body between them for leverage as she reached up with one hand. Her ass was clearly visible…unfortunately Severus couldn’t take advantage of the view.

The wizard wrapped an arm around Hermione, clutching her against him, his cock pressed firmly between her legs.

“You can shimmy up me anytime, Hermione,” he purred.

It was then the witch noticed she was wrapped around his body, and something very hard was pressing between her legs lengthwise. She looked at Severus in shock as the fact she wasn’t wearing knickers sank in and all that was between them was his house robe.

She started to struggle.

“Let me go, you lecher!” she yelled at him.

“Lecher? Hermione, you are the one who clambered up me as if I were a tree. Is it my fault you are resting against my ‘trunk?’” the wizard purred at her, tightening his hold and putting her wand into his pocket and wrapping his other arm around her as well.

“You put me down!” the witch cried, then went half lidded as Severus rubbed his cock against her labia through his robes, pressing on her clit in the process. Gods, his hardness felt incredible. Hermione’s body instantly ignited.

“Shit!” Hermione breathed, ceasing her struggles and relaxing against him, her thighs gripping the wizard tighter.

Severus smirked and carried Hermione back over to the armchair. He pried her off of him and put her back in the chair. Her eyes were hot as she looked at him. He offered her the sober-up potion.

“Drink this. Then we’ll see how far this goes,” he breathed.

This time, buoyed by the promise of something more, Hermione took the sober-up potion and drank it down, mesmerized by the wizard’s gaze. She lowered the bottle from her lips, and Severus took it from her and offered her the next bottle.

Thinking it was more sober-up potion, the witch drank it down. This was another sign of her inebriation. Hermione never drank anything without at least reading the label first. She lowered the bottle and felt a strange sensation beneath her navel, a kind of whirling, like some kind of vortex had opened inside her. Then the feeling was gone.

Her head clear, Hermione looked up at Severus.

“What was that?” she asked the wizard.

“Protection. So you won’t conceive when I fill you,” he said quietly.

“Fill me?” Hermione said rather dazedly.

Then the enormity of her situation dropped on her like a hunting roc. She was in the Professor’s room naked beneath her nightie, wandless and with no knickers. Her eyes washed over the wizard’s bare legs and she bet even galleons that he was naked under that house robe.

“Come,” he said, his dark eyes growing darker.

This was it. He couldn’t let her go now. She had come to his rooms of her own free will. Sure she had been inebriated, but that was no reason for him to exercise restraint. Severus was a lot like muggle law enforcement concerning drunkenness.

Don’t get behind the wheel if you can’t drive.

By coming to his private rooms, Hermione had seated herself firmly behind the wheel of destiny, heading for the final destination. Him.

At least he sobered her up first.

Now that she was sober, Hermione was beginning to feel frightened again. Severus saw it in her amber eyes, her pupils become larger as she looked at him.

He wished she would try to escape him.

”Do you want to continue telling me off, Hermione,” he purred, “I’m all ears now.”

Hermione realized her legs were up and gapped in the chair and she quickly lowered them and clamped her thighs together. Severus smirked.

“You have a very pretty pussy, witch,” he said, placing his long arms on the back of the chair and leaning over the witch, crowding her, making her feel trapped. Hermione’s breathing quickened.

“Let’s take an account of what happened tonight. First, you bang on my door at an ungodly hour, poke your very pointy finger into my chest…call me an asshole, invade my premises, tell me I stink, threaten me, accuse me of acting wrongly when you accepted everything I did, call me a beast, chase me around my own study, then climb all over me and call me a lecher. Now that I have suffered all these indignities, what do you suppose I am going to do to you?” he asked her, his warm breath washing over the witch.

“Throw me out again?” she said in a very small voice, so aware of his body looming over hers. He seemed much bigger than her normal perception of him. The Professor’s nostrils flared.

“No. You came here for a reason witch. You used liquor for courage, and a possible excuse, but the truth is…you want to be with me. You want what I can give you,” Severus said in a low voice. “You want me to fuck you, Hermione…and I must admit, I want you too. Very badly. I think it will be a different experience with you, much better than my usual shags. You’re an innocent. I’ve never had an innocent before.”

Severus hesitated. Hard honesty was necessary now. Dark as he was, he didn’t want Hermione to get the wrong idea about him. He wasn’t a wizard in love. He was a wizard in lust, and when that lust was sated it was more than likely he would retreat back into his quiet, witchless world.

”You have to know, Hermione, that my fucking you will not mean we are an item. I live a quiet, private life and prefer to keep the world and those in it at arm’s length. You have sparked my interest sexually witch, but I will not become your ‘boyfriend.’ I will not change toward you in any manner. I will remain the cold, distant, disciplined, ‘asshole’ I am. It is likely this will never happen between us again. Can you accept this, witch?” he asked her.

Hermione stared at Severus. If she said she accepted this, then it would mean yes to his deflowering her as well. It would also mean that he would walk away afterwards. Well, actually they would both walk away, their lust and curiosity about each other satisfied. Could she share that kind of intimacy with the wizard and not be eternally affected? Hermione didn’t know. She only knew that as she looked into those black eyes, she wanted to fall into them, be possessed by them. Even if it were only one time.

“Yes, I can accept it, Severus,” she said softly, her voice a bit trembly as she felt a stone drop into her belly.

The wizard stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Suddenly he straightened and gripped Hermione by the wrist so tightly it hurt. She winced.

“Come with me,” the Potions Master hissed, pulling the witch up from the chair and striding toward his bedroom, dragging her behind him.

Hermione was his now.

It was time to pluck her petals.

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A/N: I know, another cliffy. Lol. You know I love to draw out the moments before the lemons though…the anticipation gets me. I mean, come on…we all know they’re going to do it…and it’s really the idea of it that stokes our little fires. When they do…it’s great…but it’s the anticipation that makes the citrus juuuuust a bit sweeter. Lemons are a definite next chappie. Lol to Hermione chasing Severus and climbing all over him trying to get her wand. Please review.