The Makeover - COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 31 ~ The Deflowering of Hermione Granger (continued)


Hermione clung to Severus, tears sliding from the corner of her eyes as she looked up at him, gasping at the feel of his cock embedded in her body. It had hurt just as he warned her it would, but gods, he was finally inside her, finally connected

“That hurt,” Hermione whispered to the wizard staring down at her, an indescribable look on his face.

“It may have hurt you, witch, but it feels like heaven to me. Gods, you are delicious,” Severus said, his voice raw with desire, fighting to keep from thrusting into the warm body wrapped around him. He shuddered, trying to give Hermione a chance to recover and adjust to his size.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” the witch said softly, “That you’d be the one to do this. I thought…”

”You thought it would be some wizard who courted you, who plied you with flowers and dinners,” Severus said, pulling back, the witch moaning at the delicious slide as he withdrew. "Just more proof of your naiveté witch."

“Oh gods that feels good,” Hermione half-sobbed, pleasure flooding her as the wizard moved inside her.

“This will feel better,” Severus hissed, thrusting into Hermione, hitting her cervix lightly.

The witch’s mouth dropped open as Severus drove his cock into her, the thick head and shaft filling and parting her, the friction of his hot hard flesh sliding against her walls both soothing and increasing the ache she felt inside as her body checked his thrust. Hermione had never felt anything so good or wanted anything more. He had to keep going.

”Sweet Circe, Severus…do it again,” she groaned.

Severus held back, reveling in her desire for him. The witch didn’t have to ask him. He was going to do it again and again in a moment.

“Do what again, witch?” he teased, drawing back slowly, Hermione hissing and thrusting her pelvis up so he wouldn’t break their contact.

Severus groaned.

Shit, Hermione had changed the angle. She didn’t know what she was doing, but it was going to lead to one hell of a fucking if she kept it up. He was trying to give her a chance to get used to him. Severus thrust back into her again, harder this time, his face contorting as he looked down at the witch, who gasped loudly at his increased power. Gods, it ached a bit, but felt good…

It seemed Hermione could take a bit of power. Severus pulled back and stroked her harder, testing her limit. The witch let out a little shriek, but her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted more of it.

”Yesss,” the wizard hissed, “You seem to have a bit of the masochist in you, Hermione. Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

”Yes…and faster…you’re too slow,” she gasped up at him.

Too slow? Why the little minx…she hadn’t received more than three strokes and already she was trying to tell him what to do and how to do it.

Severus looked down at the witch, his eyes glinting. He arched an eyebrow at her.

”I’m too slow, am I?” he asked the witch with a growl.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, shifting under him impatiently.

”I was trying to be patient witch…considering this is your first time, but since you seem to think I don’t know how to handle you…” the wizard said, lifting up on his arms and glaring down at Hermione, “I have no other recourse than to show you I do.”

Severus began to stroke Hermione, starting out slow and relatively gentle, the witch moaning and gasping with pleasure as she pulled on his buttocks, trying to get more power. Severus’ black eyes were fixed to her face as he began to increase his depth and power. Hermione’s eyes went wide.

“Oh damn!” she choked, “Severus!”

The wizard increased his speed, poling into the witch hard and fast, starting to let go, grunting as Hermione’s hands slid around to his belly pressing upward as if to ease him off. But there was no easing Severus Snape. The Potions Master’s pale body went into overdrive and Hermione began shrieking as the wizard pummeled her, taking every inch of her softness, his pistoning cock slick with her juices, squishing through her orifice hungrily, driving the witch higher and higher.


A sweetness was growing in the pit of her belly, looming behind the ache of Severus’ possession, ballooning, stretching, pleasure snaking through her limbs to the tips of her fingers and toes. Dear gods, why had she waited so long for this? Sex was amazing…but she knew as the wizard above her stared down at her, his body flexing, his dark eyes smoldering, it wouldn’t be as amazing as it was if she were with any other wizard than Severus Snape. He brought this hunger out of her…only he could slake it…and gods, was he doing that. Hermione shrieked as the wizard hit her sweet spot, clenching around him. Severus felt her reaction and drove into that spot over and over, his hips nearly blurring as he gave it to her faster and harder.

”Come for me witch,” he hissed down at her, “I want to feel you explode. Come!”

Severus began fucking Hermione so hard she began sliding up the bed, screaming as she was overwhelmed by the straining wizard.

“Severus!” she screamed as her pleasure peaked, her nails digging into the wizard’s back as she exploded, her pussy choking Severus’ cock as her release washed over him.

Severus groaned from both the pain of Hermione’s nails and the bliss of her tightening, gushing sex pouring over him, soaking his pelvis and balls. The wizard was unable to continue stroking, Hermione was so tight around him, pulsing as she babbled incoherently, wrapping her arms around his waist, her eyes staring at some distant horizon of bliss as she shuddered around him.

The wizard’s heart was pounding as he witnessed Hermione’s first sex-inspired release. She was absolutely beautiful in her bliss, writhing beneath him, her voice rich with passion, her amber eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Severus dropped on her and kissed her. He couldn’t help himself, and she met his kiss with a powerful hunger, threatening to remove his tonsils this time. When her body relaxed, Severus began fucking her again, rippling over her petite body and jerking it powerfully as he buried his cock between her thighs over and over, his eyes closed and mouth slack. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, like a heady perfume, and the wizard breathed it in.

Hermione was lost to the wizard and accepted every demanding, lusty stroke with abandon. He had taken her someplace she hadn’t known existed, and she wanted to go there again with him. She had never dreamed Severus would be the first man to give her his strength and his passion. Not her snarky, cold former Potions Master. Yet, however cold she thought the wizard was, she now knew an all-consuming fire burned inside him. She couldn’t get enough of his ache as he rode her body. Suddenly the wizard stopped, pulling out of her.

“No!” Hermione gasped, clutching at him as he struggled to rise.

“Let me go, witch!’ he hissed, wrestling with her for a moment as he freed himself, then pulling her roughly to a sitting position. He knelt in front of the startled witch.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” Severus ordered, stroking his cock as his eyes washed over her, lustful and hard. “I want to fuck you in the bitch position.”

Hermione stiffened.

”Bitch position? I won’t do anything with that kind of connotation! Really!” Hermione said, scowling at Severus, who scowled back at her. She was still hot for him, but Hermione Granger wasn’t anybody’s bitch.

“Oh, you’ll do it, witch,” Severus seethed, grabbing Hermione, who started kicking and struggling, causing Severus to fall on top of her heavily as he tried to protect his cock. Realizing he could use this to his advantage, the wizard lay on top of the squirming witch dead weight, crushing her until she stopped struggling. Severus was loving this. He never got to actually wrestle a witch he was fucking. It was quite fun.

“Get off me,” she hissed at him, trying to breathe.

Severus rose up just enough so he could grab her around the waist. Hermione began to struggle again as he twisted her around.

“You’ve got the wrong order to your words, witch,” he breathed as he forcibly positioned her on her hands and knees, finally wrapping his fist in her hair and jerking her head back roughly. He really wasn’t a nice wizard at all.

”’Get me off’ would have been the proper comment,” he said thrusting into the witch hard, using his grip on her hair to keep her up. “Yesssss.”

Gods, he went deep. Hermione howled.

Severus released her hair and gripped her waist with both hands.

”Hurt did it? You should have cooperated better. Now…apologize,” he hissed.

Hermione didn’t say anything and Severus rammed his cock into the witch to the hilt, slamming into her cervix and began to fuck her hard, the witch falling to the pillow, shrieking and trying to crawl away.

“No you don’t” the Potions Master growled, pulling Hermione back and locking both arms under her belly, his loins slapping against her ass loudly, stinging her flesh as he took his pleasure of the witch. Despite her struggles, Hermione was very turned on by his roughness. Severus suspected she had resisted him just so he would be rough with her. She knew he disliked disobedience from when she was a student. He hadn’t changed.

“Apologize, witch!” he demanded, leaning back slightly to change his angle and drawing her over him, digging into her walls hard, reaming the witch thoroughly, her volume increasing.

“I’m sorry!” Hermione cried out…he was too much.

Severus straightened, then hunched over the witch, resting on his hands as he continued fucking her, biting his lower lip in pleasure. He lowered his mouth to Hermione’s ear, his hair draping over her shoulder.

“Woof! Woof!” he barked softly, then chuckled, driving into her lustfully and whirling his hips, making the witch’s breath hitch. He liked being bowed over her petite, jerking body. She was making a lot of noise…but she could take it. He planned to get as much pleasure as possible from the witch, burying his cock in her tight snatch over and over. The witch was delicious. She was also more than that. He never teased any of the witches he had been with. He fucked them with dispatch and put them out. But he liked teasing Hermione. He knew she hated it.

This was a throwback to when she was a student under his control and he tormented her constantly. Now she was under his control intimately…and old habits died hard. He couldn’t help himself. It was kind of freeing in its way.

Hermione orgasmed again and Severus pulled out of her, parting the witch’s cheeks, lowering his head and lapping up her release, the witch groaning and mashing her pussy against his face. She was a passionate little thing. When she was spent, Hermione collapsed face down on the bed, exhausted.

Unfortunately for her, Severus wasn’t. She felt him grab her arm and flip her to her back. He laid his full length on top of her, his erection pressed into her belly.

”I’m so tired,” she said to him, still quaking a bit.

Severus searched her face.

“All right,” he said, rising off of her and resting on his knees.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, then squealed as the wizard suddenly threw her legs over his shoulders and grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms down.

“I’ll finish with you,” he breathed, twisting his hips until he was positioned properly then driving his cock into her brutally.

Hermione cried out at his power. The Potions Master once again went into overdrive, slamming into Hermione repeatedly, grunting and hissing. He rode the witch hard, taking all he could. She would remember her deflowerment…he made sure she would. Finally the witch fell silent, too hoarse to scream anymore as the wizard continued fucking her, the witch boneless now, expelling a breath every time he plunged inside her, her eyes wet. Yet, she didn’t tell him to stop.

Severus heard her whisper something, and slowed his stroke, lowering his head so he could hear her.

“I’m never going to forget tonight,” she said softly, “Or you Severus.”

The wizard stared at her.

“Shhhh,” he said, falling to Hermione’s body and riding her into the stretch, allowing himself to let go completely, losing himself in her sweetness until he felt the warning pulse of impending release, and then drove into her insanely, shuddering and groaning until at last he climaxed, howling and slamming into the witch as deeply as possible, filling her with his seed.

“Yesss. Yesss,” he gasped looking down at the witch, whose eyes were half-lidded and sleepy. He had given her quite a workout for her first time.

Finally his pulsing stopped, and he pulled out of Hermione wetly, and rolled to his back, panting.

She had been very, very good.

They lay beside each other in total silence for at least half and hour. Severus thought Hermione might have been sleeping, but she wasn’t. She was thinking about how he said this would most likely be their only time. She wasn’t about to turn into a Sybil over the wizard. She was deflowered…he wasn’t interested in a relationship.

It was time to go.

Severus opened one eye as Hermione struggled to sit up, wincing a little before climbing over him. A part of her longed to kiss the wizard goodbye, but she thought better of it.

“Where are you going?” the Potions Master asked Hermione, his eyes on her ass as she walked toward her discarded nightie.

“To my rooms,” she said shortly, pulling on her nightie then pulling her wand out of his robe pocket and scourgifying herself. She was walking a bit gap-legged, and looked to be in some pain.

Severus looked displeased, but didn’t say anything.

Hermione tried to open the bedroom door.

“Can you let me out?” she asked the wizard.

Severus looked at her as if her request was a bother, then rolled out of the bed, picked up his wand and scourgified himself as well. He then slipped on his boxers, picked up his black house robe and walked over to the witch. He settled his robe over her shoulders.

“Send that back to me tomorrow,” he said gruffly, unwarding the door and leading the witch through his study. He opened the study wall, then walked through and unwarded his office door. He opened it and Hermione walked through.

“Thank you Severus,” was all she said before walking down to her rooms and letting herself in. The wizard watched her, a frown on his face. When she let herself in, he closed the door, locked it and returned to his bedroom.

His black eyes drifted over the sheets. Hermione’s blood smeared them. He stared at the proof of her innocence, then sat down on the edge of the bed. She had been rather cold when she left. He expected her to at least want to kiss him good-bye.

But then again, he had set the stage for such a sterile parting. He said nothing would change between them and that he would not be her “boyfriend.” That had been a little jibe on his part…Hermione was too old to have a boyfriend. She would have a lover if anything.

Well, the witch’s makeover was now complete. She was a woman in every sense of the word. Her curiosity was sated…she knew what it was like to be fucked, and she had liked it.

Hell, he had liked it too. Hermione was unlike any witch he had ever had sex with. It was a real joy to be able to have a witch he was secure with. He knew she had no STDs. Quite strong too. He was sure the witch was going to be in tears most of the time, but she had surprised him.

Severus stood up, removed his boxers and climbed into the bed, not scourgifying it. His pillow smelled of jasmine and he rested his nose against it, breathing the scent in.

It had been a satisfying night, and Hermione a wonderful distraction.

But now, it was back to life as usual.

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A/N: Whew…am tired. Please review.