Severus Snape and the Goddess of Love

Disclaimer: All Hp characters belong to JK Rowling and all Oh my goddess characters belong to Kousuke Fujishima and others who are not me, I am making no money off of this and I receive nothing in return.


Chapter Three: New look Severus?


“Accio Hermione!” Through her panic she heard the spell said in a voice with unquestionable demand. It sounded familiar. The force of the spell sling shot her body into the hard wall of the caster. Her rescuer had an iron grip around her back clasping her to a firm wide chest that she found oddly comforting her nose detected the scent of herbs and a under note of Opium…. Oh not him. She found her self pressed to the front of the potions masters again except this time he was holding her against him and it felt rather pleasant. Snape… pleasant… Was she going bloody nutters, as Ron would say?

“You foolish girl!”

His voice was whisper soft. He held her until he moved her away from the pit taking her back into his office swiftly. She lifted her head and saw his black eyes studying her like he was trying to read into her very thoughts. Snape, Legilimens thoughts of what Harry had told her crossed her mind but surly not he didn’t have a wand out. However it was possible for a strong ligilimencer to practice without the spell. She closed her eyes from his turning her head.

“Any reason Ms. Granger that you found it prudent to run into my classroom…?”

“No sir …I Draco and I heard you scream.”

The look he gave her was darkly intent and kind of sinister. Perhaps he didn’t like the word scream.

“We heard your shouts Professor…and we…”

“Severus…it appears there has been a bit of damage to your classroom.!” Was shouted by the headmaster across the large hole in his floor. “Ms. Granger are you in there?”

“Yes Headmaster.” Thank the gods she was saved by Dumbledore.

“Very good Severus I’ll come around the long way.” Snape gave her a sly look before he realized he was still holding a student closer then necessary to himself with the headmaster heading to his office he quickly dropped his arms from around her and rudely pushed her away. “Ms. Granger I believe if you have nothing to tell me” He looked deeply into her eyes again and she blinked again. “Perhaps you should return to your common room.”

The door behind both of them opened and in stepped the cherry form of the nosey headmaster. “Ah Severus, Ms. Granger and how has your evening been?”

“Never been better headmaster some mad woman has thoroughly destroyed my class room and personal lab, I’m bloody great.”

“Severus…” said the head master in a slight warning.

How could she possibly ask Snape about an apprenticeship now? He didn’t even have a lab from the sounds of it and he also even for him was not in the most amiable of moods. Perhaps if she asked latter perhaps over the break…she could even volunteer to put his floors back in.
Well she now had a plan that would leave her with part of the summer to study and research for whatever Snape would possibly ask of her during his interview if she even got that far. “Good evening Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape I’ll be leaving now.” She said hurriedly before leaving through the door the headmaster came through. The only trouble was the hall emptied onto a hallway she had never been by before where was she?


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This was insanity! His stalking area had just been reduced by a room he had to close and bar his lab to stop him from going in there to get items by instinct not that it mattered. It was doubt full anything had survived that crash. If he found that woman…and the headmaster was he going senile or something? Worrying about him? The old fool was laughing when he informed him about the insane woman in the caldron.

What an unmitigated disaster not to mention he held a student. Not only did he hold a student he held the Gryffindor know-it-all Granger. Whatever could she have wanted coming down to the dungeons? Most likely her and his idiot godson were up to something. Well he had to rescue the chit that was his duty as a Hogwarts Professor after all he saved Potter. Why did he hold her so long besides enjoying the feel of holding a woman in his arms for a while that wasn’t screaming at him? A Woman? He just embraced a student. ‘Not anymore genius she’s graduated remember?’ Still perhaps he should visit Knockturn ally for a woman? Wonderful another partially satisfying evening with a prostitute. ‘Oh would you prefer right or left?’ Severus gave himself a headache from arguing with himself and his resent stress of losing years of research in one moment. He sat down in the large high backed chair in front of his study and picked up a glass filling it with whisky.

“Is this what you do with your time…its’ no wonder your miserable!”

That voice sounded like the creature. Where was she his eyes darted around his rooms trying to locate the source of the voice? His brows furrowed together when he couldn’t find the source of the voice. “Leave my rooms wench!”

“Or what?”

“Prey you don’t fiut?”ut?” Scare her away just get her out of roomrooms.

He heard the sounds of hysterical feminine laughter form about the room. ”Oh Professor that’s so cute…gonna zap mistress Urd with the terrible stick?”

Terrible stick? That little Harridan Where was she? His eyes darted about the room again as he started raiding bookcases and shelves. His eyes darted about the room again as he started raiding bookcases and shelves.

“Tsk tsk tsk Professor your making a mess. Although considering the taste in decorating I’m surprised I haven’t run into Igore Or The Phantom of the Opera. Is he your roommate? Perhaps you could wish for some taste where it comes to decorating…how about a sense of style?”

His eyes were alight as he ransacked the room where was she? What in the name of Merlin’s lost testicle was wrong with his decorating! It was a perfectly functional study. He looked about then dark drapver ver the window the slightly dusty chandelier over his reading circle covered in cobwebs. Perhaps he should clean that? The rest of the study was perfectly fine gray stone dungeon walls covered in floor to ceiling bookcases. He even had space on his shelves where he kept his most impressive specimens from his collection. The ceiling was a dark green and his floors were cold stone but he did have rugs on them. Perhaps he shouldn’t have kept that black leather chair with the skull armrests that Lucius gave him for some birthday, but it was a comfortable chair…

“Perfectly disgraceful…if I had I room like this I’d rent it out on Halloween and make a fortune!”

“Show yourself now!” Where was that irritating thing?

“You really should refer to a goddess with more respect.”

Severus didn’t respond he started listening for where the voice was coming from and started blasting around the room.

“My my my what a temper…are you that passionate about evhinghing? …It’s kind of…stimulating.” Said a purring feminine voice from a location in his room he could not disclose. “Poor boy…this would all be over if you just made a wish.”

A low his came from the furious man blasting many of his possessions “I want you gone! I wish you would leave and never return.”

“My pleasure!” Was hissed from the invisible wretch in the room.

He was under the pain and stress of Voldemort for over a decade…did he deserve more pain? A bright flash appeared from the left side of his room. There she was he thought evilly as he pointed his wand and hexed her visible form. The hex hit the surprised creature; he smiled cruelly in satisfaction before his hex was thrown back to his side of the room. He snorted knowing his luck today he was lucky it didn’t bounce back at him. He breathed a sigh of relief before a sparkling plummeting object hit has head and he saw in the blackness before he passed out that noxious creature dancing around him in a circle.


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“Oooops” well he’s done it again.” The goddess thought as she looked at the form of the unconscious Potions Master. You know once that sneer is gone he doesn’t look half bad she thought. Well the bruise forming on his temple did give him some color. Why didn’t the contact with the ultimate force work? She should have been able to banish herself out of here grant his wish and be done with the sarcastic jerk.

Well didn’t everyone want to be loved? All she had to do was find love for this darkly sexy contemptible creature and she could call this over. Hum… he was rather interesting she thought looking at his profile with his lips slightly open in sleep. She knew from reading his file he definitely had the Bad boy thing going for him. However she also knew he had very little experience of love. He had a lot of experience with the darker passions…yes a very interesting case. However the way he presented him self was atrocious.

She felt excitement at her new project. Urd the Goddess of Love was at work! However what was she working with? It was hard to tell with his concealing clothes…concealing layered clothing…was the man a pilgrim or a monk? She had no trouble with magic of this nature she muttered a quick spell and the pounds of clothing covering up the professor vanished. She didn’t know where it vanished she had never been able to retrieve the cloths afterwards.

She had seen better but not bad she thought. Certainly better then his clothing suggested. The man wore too much black. His body was surprising for his age…which considering he was a wizard was not that old. He was tall she guessed about six foot six. True he had a big nose but his also compensated for it in fun ways. She licked her lips very nice so the rumor about big noses was proven true in this case. His nose wasn’t bad either however it had been broken way too many times. She focused and fixed his past nose breaks easily cosmetic magic was easy for her powers. Much better she thought…now what else.

His body was very pale…she’d seen darker vampires. His body was long lean and toned…rather unexpected for a potion master. His light skin was criss-crossed with many scars now she could get rid of those easily but that would kind of take away from his dark tortured brooding look and it suited the dark man. However the scars on his groin had to go some of those appeared to be disfiguring in a sense of potency. She reached over to check brushing against his impressive equipment. So she had a little fun this was the only way to check with her powers. She smiled well there was another way but he’d probably try to kill her again. Murder and sex did not go together well in her mind. Hum… well he still worked he just…he just shot blanks. Must have been the result of past torture poor dear…that’s fine she’d fix it. She couldn’t plan on finding a love interest for him just to give the poor girl a broken toy could she?

There all better she thought…well except for that hair. She brushed her hand trough it…it left residue on her hand. Now for the make over she thought. She said magic over his hair and then remembered his teeth and used her powers for that as well. Now for clothing. She waved her hand up maneuvering him around like a mannequin. He had a nice firm ass she noticed and very nice legs. She remembered his bad boy image. She smiled slyly yes she thought he could pull it off.


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His head was killing him. Wasn’t it to early to be passed out in front of his hearth? How many fire whisky’s did he drink? Stop that infernal racket he thought as a gong was rung throughout his chambers…announcing the beginning of the leaving feast. Bloody hell he’d rather not go but the Headmaster would have a fit if all teachers were not present to witness the Wonder boys last day…wonderful.

He lifted himself groggily from his study floor before gathering the strength to lift himself up and rush quickly from the room to the great hall, cursing his head the entire way there. He ran a distracted hand through his hair finding it soft and perhaps longer…but not thinking about it in his present condition. Why did his cloths feel lighter?

He took the long way to the Head table pushing the doors open with a loud slam as he strode down the middle of the hall up to teacheacher’s table. He smirked when he was greeted to total silence that remained until he reached his usual seat. He noticed the looks of disbelief and shock and many of the student’s faces. He would have to speak with the headmaster afterwards about the tendency students had to indulge in alcohol before the graduation. Even his colleagues were silent how…surprising. He thought they would be going on about missing the blasted students… leaving andryonryone would be in his business as usual looking for some sign he would miss the departing group of dunderheads he had been stuck with for seven years. Hagrid would be blubbering about Potter leaving like it mattered he’d be back in three months…for all their enjoyment. He glowered at everyone at the table and quietly started to eat.

“Severus?”

He turned and glared at the puzzled where wolf. “Yes Remus.”

“Nothing…you just…”

“If it’s nothing I suggest you leave me be.” He tilted his head for a more sinister profile that always framed his eyes when his hair split. However something was wrong his hair fell forward blocking his vision so he couldn’t glare at the prat.

“Severus did you do something with your hair?”

‘No you bloody old fool! Why was everyone in his personal concerns today?’ “No Headmaster there is nothing different.”

He could hear the Headmaster mutter from his side of the table…”Funny looks like he used a new shampoo.”

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth…this was becoming intolerable. At least he wasn’t getting disappointed looks from the old man from missing his speeches…doubtless most were about the achievements of the Granger girl. One down two to go; now he would see how much the-know-it-all…assisted the two.

“Showing a little house pride today Severus?” came from a snippy voice that belonged to the head of Gryffindor who was seated besides the Headmaster.

“Excuse me Minerva…?”

“That’s quite a show your putting on…I don’t think it will be forgotten any time soon.”

‘What are you bloody talking about woman?’ “Indeed.” What ever was every one taking about? he puzzled to himself rubbing the bridge of his nose as his headache became worse. This day was becoming exhausting, perhaps he should leave early and not return until all students were absent from the school. Something was wrong the broken cartilage on the side of his nose felt different …the line of it straighter as he ran his finger down to the tip of his nose. His nose had been changed?

What was going on? He put his hand on his thigh under the table and felt a str tex texture. What in the name of Merlin! Forgetting about the rest of the school present in the room he pushed away from the table quickly to find his legs encased in…slick black material. He brushed his hand down the texture…Leather. What was he doing in black leather trousers…skintight black leather…?

“Something wrong Severus?” came from the concerned voice of the Headmaster at the other side of the table with an odd twinkling showing in his eyes.

‘Oh Merlin!’ The transformed Potions Master looked at Albus slightly panicked before bounding from his chair and leaving the great hall quick as the symbol of his house his soft cape floating around him.

“Well that was strange.” Remarked the Headmaster with a twinkle in his eye at the departing wizard.


To be continued…
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