Payback is a Witch
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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13,459
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51
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3
Currently Reading:
1
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Epilogue
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Chapter 30 ~ Epilogue
Several months later Severus and Hermione were still going strong, the Potions Master keeping clothes in the witch's wardrobe and shoes under her bed. Hermione found him excellent company outside of the bedroom as well and enjoyed having someone intelligent and informed to talk to, debate and downright argue with.
It took some patience on the witch's part to make the wizard understand he could not order her about, patience and banishment from her bed until he saw reason. Usually by the time he saw reason, Hermione was cross-eyed with need. This suited the wizard just fine because whenever he returned to her bed after a separation, he fucked her brutally, reclaiming her thoroughly. But Hermione always knew what would happen. In fact, she couldn't wait for it.
Severus was quite possessive and jealous. He did not take kindly to any wizard even eyeing his witch, much less talking to her. Hermione had a time with him about this, but Hermione was his first real relationship and he was taking no chances on losing her. Yet, he almost did when she discovered he had put a tracking charm on her to see where she went each day. The witch was livid when she found out and broke up with him. It took several weeks and an admission from him that he was scared of losing her that made her accept the wizard back, on the condition that he trust her.
"It's not you I don't trust, Hermione…it's other wizards like me," he said, his nostrils flared.
"You're just going to have to trust I can handle any potential suitor, Severus," she replied, her hands on her hips.
The wizard had no choice but to trust her. As they spent more time together, he realized that he had nothing to fear with the witch. She was as good as her word. And it was a good thing she could handle the occasional interested wizard, because if Severus had to do it…he would be transfiguring corpses and hiding them away.
As for Vargas, Fletch and Jackson, each received fifty years in Azkaban for their crimes. Vargas' lawyer argued his sentence down from seventy-five years. The Potions Master had to make a public apology to the wizards whose work he had stolen, pay reparations and his estate was dissolved to restore lost residuals. His victims received credit for all of their work.
Severus thought he got off easy.
Ron married Susannah and seven months later they had a red-haired blue-eyed son named Harry Arthur Weasley. Hermione and a scowling Severus attended the wedding, the Potions Master distinctly uncomfortable at the glazed look on the face of every unmarried witch in attendance, including Hermione. He was never so happy to leave an occasion in all his life.
And Raucous happily continued to live at Hogwarts, never visiting Hermione's domain and shitting on unsuspecting students and teachers alike.
Both Severus and Hermione were rolling in galleons from the licensing of the "Aisle of Non-magic" spell, and new interesting potions were popping up at potions conventions all over the wizarding world, demonstrated by new and old Potions Masters and Mistresses alike, the five-year rule having been overturned.
Severus wanted Hermione to purchase a larger home in the country, but the witch liked her little house and her neighborhood.
"Think of Bagheera, Hermione. He would be able to run about freely and work off that thick middle he's been developing."
Bagheera, who was lying on the sofa, gave Severus a narrow-eyed look.
"I am not fat," he said to the wizard, showing a bit of fang. But then again, the cat always showed fang. He had sabers after all.
Severus was unfazed by the display. He and the panther got along fine.
"You are well on your way, Bagheera," the wizard replied, his black eyes resting on the cat's round middle.
He had been eating quite well since Hermione came into her own, having learned how to make orders for deliveries himself. And he always believed in treating himself well.
Bagheera snarled at the wizard and rolled over, facing away from him, his tail lashing like a whip.
"He's going to get as fat as Crookshanks was," Severus said to Hermione, who was leafing through a magazine. They had been over this before. She looked up at his comment.
"Crookshanks was not fat. He was fluffy," she retorted.
"Thirty pounds is a lot of fluff," Severus replied. "The poor cat only had one life instead nine, he was so overweight. He might have lasted longer if you treated him like a cat instead of a king."
Hermione's eyes slid over to Bagheera. He was getting quite thick around the middle, and was nowhere near as active as he had been. Even the catnip ball failed to get him going anymore.
Hermione loved her familiar.
"Maybe you're right," Hermione said, looking at the panther.
Bagheera rolled over suddenly, his eyes wide with shock.
"You think I'm fat?" he asked Hermione, his golden eyes hurt.
"No. No, Bagheera. But I think a place where you would be free to run around might not be a bad idea," she said soothingly.
"You think I'm going to keel over before my time like your other cat," the panther said accusingly.
"No, that's not going to happen," Hermione said.
Severus smirked.
Gryffindors were so easy. He had manipulated Hermione, but not for sex…so the oath she took didn't protect her from him in this matter.
In about two months, Hermione had purchased a large eight-bedroom home. It had a huge basement and she set up a killer laboratory. Severus promptly broke in each bedroom with the witch, dragging her from room to room until they got through them all, then starting at the beginning again. He also broke in the kitchen, dining room, the pantry and several broom closets. Hermione was exhausted.
Severus himself still resided at Hogwarts, seeing no need to purchase a home when he could stay at Hermione's house whenever he wanted. However, since he did convince her to buy the house, he helped pay for it, but did not put his name on the deed. It belonged to the witch.
And the witch belonged to him.
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Hermione stood in her lab at the Ministry nervously. She had been working on the Switching Potion and it was time to test it on human subjects. Hermione really didn't want to do this. It seemed so cruel to use prisoners who had no say in the matter.
Several nifflers waited in their cages…the witch deciding that it would be easier to tell if any residual connection existed if she did the switch with an animal and human subject. Animal behavior in a man would be easy to observe, rather than an emotional one.
She tapped her foot and looked at the clock on the wall. Her subject should have been here an hour ago. Suddenly there was a knock on the lab door.
Hermione spun.
"Come in," she called.
The door opened and two Aurors entered with a prisoner between them. He was protesting fiercely. Hermione took one look at him and her eyes widened.
"Master Vargas?" she said in amazement.
The prisoner looked at her, then immediately began to struggle.
"NO! NO!" the wizard cried as the Aurors dragged him over to a very strong wooden chair, bolted to the floor with built-in restraints for his wrists and ankles.
Hermione gave him a very nasty grin as the Aurors bolted him into the chair.
"There you go, Mistress Granger," one Auror said, "Hopefully you'll do something about that mouth of his. It goes on and on."
The Aurors left.
Master Vargas' gray eyes watched Hermione as she extracted a niffler from its cage, took out a syringe and drew a bit of blood from it. She put the niffler back in the cage, then walked over to another counter, picked up a small bottle and pulled some liquid into the blood-filled needle. She shook it, eyeing the wizard.
"What kind of experiment is this?" the wizard demanded as Hermione approached him with the needle, a grim look on her face.
"You'll see in a minute," Hermione replied, sticking the needle into his arm through his uniform and injecting him.
The wizard swore at her, then after a moment, his eyes rolled up into his head and he slumped. Hermione looked over at the niffler. It had fallen on its side, out cold.
After about fifteen minutes, the wizard in the chair roused. His eyes were empty and his nose quivering. He looked about the room in confusion. He tried to talk but all that came out of his mouth was babble.
"Niffler," Hermione said, jotting down her observations. Suddenly a loud rattle came from behind her and Hermione turned to see the niffler that she drew the blood from standing up on its hind legs and rattling the bars with its paws wildly, chittering in rage.
"Vargas," Hermione said with a smile, jotting down some more notes.
When she contacted Azkaban by two-way mirror for information about Vargas' behavior, she was told that if anything made of gold came within fifty meters of him, he'd go berserk, that he had developed a habit of licking himself all over and that Azkaban no longer had an insect problem.
Nifflers loved bugs.
Hermione thanked them for keeping tabs on the wizard and closed the connection. She was just putting her notes away when Severus entered the lab.
"Ready?" he asked her, his dark eyes resting on her lab coat.
For some reason, seeing Hermione dressed like that stoked his libido. He had fucked her on several occasions with her wearing it. It was the intelligence factor. He loved putting it to such a brilliant witch until every coherent thought was lost and all she knew was him. His black eyes glinted.
"Damn," Hermione said as she looked at him. "I should have taken this coat off before you got here."
Severus smirked at her.
"Too late now witch. You've flicked my 'on' switch. You know there's only one way to cut it off," he purred at her. "You might as well wear it home."
Severus knew about on and off switches because the magical world now had electricity in some parts thanks to the manipulation of the "Non-magical Aisle" spell. He had invested in the building of a power plant as well as a cable company and a construction company that specialized in running electrical wiring. He was making a fortune as it caught on. The Potions Master still worked at Hogwarts, however. He couldn't imagine living life without pupils to browbeat and terrify.
Hermione sighed, but Severus caught the naughty pulse that signified she was quite amicable about getting royally reamed. He smirked again, silently thanking the gods for the connection he shared with the witch. It made life so much easier.
Indeed, life had never been so good.
THE END
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A/N: And there we have it…the happy ending to "Payback is a Witch". Lol to Vargas getting his in the end. Severus and Hermione seem very happy. I know some of you probably wanted me to include whether or not they married or had kids, but I do that so much. I just left this one open ended. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I'll see you next story. Please leave a last review. :)
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Chapter 30 ~ Epilogue
Several months later Severus and Hermione were still going strong, the Potions Master keeping clothes in the witch's wardrobe and shoes under her bed. Hermione found him excellent company outside of the bedroom as well and enjoyed having someone intelligent and informed to talk to, debate and downright argue with.
It took some patience on the witch's part to make the wizard understand he could not order her about, patience and banishment from her bed until he saw reason. Usually by the time he saw reason, Hermione was cross-eyed with need. This suited the wizard just fine because whenever he returned to her bed after a separation, he fucked her brutally, reclaiming her thoroughly. But Hermione always knew what would happen. In fact, she couldn't wait for it.
Severus was quite possessive and jealous. He did not take kindly to any wizard even eyeing his witch, much less talking to her. Hermione had a time with him about this, but Hermione was his first real relationship and he was taking no chances on losing her. Yet, he almost did when she discovered he had put a tracking charm on her to see where she went each day. The witch was livid when she found out and broke up with him. It took several weeks and an admission from him that he was scared of losing her that made her accept the wizard back, on the condition that he trust her.
"It's not you I don't trust, Hermione…it's other wizards like me," he said, his nostrils flared.
"You're just going to have to trust I can handle any potential suitor, Severus," she replied, her hands on her hips.
The wizard had no choice but to trust her. As they spent more time together, he realized that he had nothing to fear with the witch. She was as good as her word. And it was a good thing she could handle the occasional interested wizard, because if Severus had to do it…he would be transfiguring corpses and hiding them away.
As for Vargas, Fletch and Jackson, each received fifty years in Azkaban for their crimes. Vargas' lawyer argued his sentence down from seventy-five years. The Potions Master had to make a public apology to the wizards whose work he had stolen, pay reparations and his estate was dissolved to restore lost residuals. His victims received credit for all of their work.
Severus thought he got off easy.
Ron married Susannah and seven months later they had a red-haired blue-eyed son named Harry Arthur Weasley. Hermione and a scowling Severus attended the wedding, the Potions Master distinctly uncomfortable at the glazed look on the face of every unmarried witch in attendance, including Hermione. He was never so happy to leave an occasion in all his life.
And Raucous happily continued to live at Hogwarts, never visiting Hermione's domain and shitting on unsuspecting students and teachers alike.
Both Severus and Hermione were rolling in galleons from the licensing of the "Aisle of Non-magic" spell, and new interesting potions were popping up at potions conventions all over the wizarding world, demonstrated by new and old Potions Masters and Mistresses alike, the five-year rule having been overturned.
Severus wanted Hermione to purchase a larger home in the country, but the witch liked her little house and her neighborhood.
"Think of Bagheera, Hermione. He would be able to run about freely and work off that thick middle he's been developing."
Bagheera, who was lying on the sofa, gave Severus a narrow-eyed look.
"I am not fat," he said to the wizard, showing a bit of fang. But then again, the cat always showed fang. He had sabers after all.
Severus was unfazed by the display. He and the panther got along fine.
"You are well on your way, Bagheera," the wizard replied, his black eyes resting on the cat's round middle.
He had been eating quite well since Hermione came into her own, having learned how to make orders for deliveries himself. And he always believed in treating himself well.
Bagheera snarled at the wizard and rolled over, facing away from him, his tail lashing like a whip.
"He's going to get as fat as Crookshanks was," Severus said to Hermione, who was leafing through a magazine. They had been over this before. She looked up at his comment.
"Crookshanks was not fat. He was fluffy," she retorted.
"Thirty pounds is a lot of fluff," Severus replied. "The poor cat only had one life instead nine, he was so overweight. He might have lasted longer if you treated him like a cat instead of a king."
Hermione's eyes slid over to Bagheera. He was getting quite thick around the middle, and was nowhere near as active as he had been. Even the catnip ball failed to get him going anymore.
Hermione loved her familiar.
"Maybe you're right," Hermione said, looking at the panther.
Bagheera rolled over suddenly, his eyes wide with shock.
"You think I'm fat?" he asked Hermione, his golden eyes hurt.
"No. No, Bagheera. But I think a place where you would be free to run around might not be a bad idea," she said soothingly.
"You think I'm going to keel over before my time like your other cat," the panther said accusingly.
"No, that's not going to happen," Hermione said.
Severus smirked.
Gryffindors were so easy. He had manipulated Hermione, but not for sex…so the oath she took didn't protect her from him in this matter.
In about two months, Hermione had purchased a large eight-bedroom home. It had a huge basement and she set up a killer laboratory. Severus promptly broke in each bedroom with the witch, dragging her from room to room until they got through them all, then starting at the beginning again. He also broke in the kitchen, dining room, the pantry and several broom closets. Hermione was exhausted.
Severus himself still resided at Hogwarts, seeing no need to purchase a home when he could stay at Hermione's house whenever he wanted. However, since he did convince her to buy the house, he helped pay for it, but did not put his name on the deed. It belonged to the witch.
And the witch belonged to him.
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Hermione stood in her lab at the Ministry nervously. She had been working on the Switching Potion and it was time to test it on human subjects. Hermione really didn't want to do this. It seemed so cruel to use prisoners who had no say in the matter.
Several nifflers waited in their cages…the witch deciding that it would be easier to tell if any residual connection existed if she did the switch with an animal and human subject. Animal behavior in a man would be easy to observe, rather than an emotional one.
She tapped her foot and looked at the clock on the wall. Her subject should have been here an hour ago. Suddenly there was a knock on the lab door.
Hermione spun.
"Come in," she called.
The door opened and two Aurors entered with a prisoner between them. He was protesting fiercely. Hermione took one look at him and her eyes widened.
"Master Vargas?" she said in amazement.
The prisoner looked at her, then immediately began to struggle.
"NO! NO!" the wizard cried as the Aurors dragged him over to a very strong wooden chair, bolted to the floor with built-in restraints for his wrists and ankles.
Hermione gave him a very nasty grin as the Aurors bolted him into the chair.
"There you go, Mistress Granger," one Auror said, "Hopefully you'll do something about that mouth of his. It goes on and on."
The Aurors left.
Master Vargas' gray eyes watched Hermione as she extracted a niffler from its cage, took out a syringe and drew a bit of blood from it. She put the niffler back in the cage, then walked over to another counter, picked up a small bottle and pulled some liquid into the blood-filled needle. She shook it, eyeing the wizard.
"What kind of experiment is this?" the wizard demanded as Hermione approached him with the needle, a grim look on her face.
"You'll see in a minute," Hermione replied, sticking the needle into his arm through his uniform and injecting him.
The wizard swore at her, then after a moment, his eyes rolled up into his head and he slumped. Hermione looked over at the niffler. It had fallen on its side, out cold.
After about fifteen minutes, the wizard in the chair roused. His eyes were empty and his nose quivering. He looked about the room in confusion. He tried to talk but all that came out of his mouth was babble.
"Niffler," Hermione said, jotting down her observations. Suddenly a loud rattle came from behind her and Hermione turned to see the niffler that she drew the blood from standing up on its hind legs and rattling the bars with its paws wildly, chittering in rage.
"Vargas," Hermione said with a smile, jotting down some more notes.
When she contacted Azkaban by two-way mirror for information about Vargas' behavior, she was told that if anything made of gold came within fifty meters of him, he'd go berserk, that he had developed a habit of licking himself all over and that Azkaban no longer had an insect problem.
Nifflers loved bugs.
Hermione thanked them for keeping tabs on the wizard and closed the connection. She was just putting her notes away when Severus entered the lab.
"Ready?" he asked her, his dark eyes resting on her lab coat.
For some reason, seeing Hermione dressed like that stoked his libido. He had fucked her on several occasions with her wearing it. It was the intelligence factor. He loved putting it to such a brilliant witch until every coherent thought was lost and all she knew was him. His black eyes glinted.
"Damn," Hermione said as she looked at him. "I should have taken this coat off before you got here."
Severus smirked at her.
"Too late now witch. You've flicked my 'on' switch. You know there's only one way to cut it off," he purred at her. "You might as well wear it home."
Severus knew about on and off switches because the magical world now had electricity in some parts thanks to the manipulation of the "Non-magical Aisle" spell. He had invested in the building of a power plant as well as a cable company and a construction company that specialized in running electrical wiring. He was making a fortune as it caught on. The Potions Master still worked at Hogwarts, however. He couldn't imagine living life without pupils to browbeat and terrify.
Hermione sighed, but Severus caught the naughty pulse that signified she was quite amicable about getting royally reamed. He smirked again, silently thanking the gods for the connection he shared with the witch. It made life so much easier.
Indeed, life had never been so good.
THE END
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A/N: And there we have it…the happy ending to "Payback is a Witch". Lol to Vargas getting his in the end. Severus and Hermione seem very happy. I know some of you probably wanted me to include whether or not they married or had kids, but I do that so much. I just left this one open ended. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I'll see you next story. Please leave a last review. :)