The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 32 ~ Severus Receives a Bit of His Own Potion


The next morning Severus opened his office door to find his black house robe neatly folded on the floor. The wizard scowled and picked it up, bringing the robe inside and leaving it on his desk. The witch could have at least returned it to him face to face.

Well, the robe meant Hermione must have awakened early and was at breakfast now. The wizard started up the dungeon corridor, wondering what kind of greeting he would get from the witch. Most likely she would turn several shades of color when she saw him. He had given her quite an introduction to sex.

The Potions Master woke up with an enormous hard-on this morning. He pissed but it didn’t go down. It was a leftover from the night before. A nice cold shower took care of the stubborn erection, but a nice warm witch to stick it in would have felt much better.

He turned on to the main hall, scattering a few students in the process, then turned down the corridor that led to the staff entrance. As he approached, the door opened and Hermione emerged. She looked up at him and said, “Good morning, Severus,” then walked right by him. The wizard turned and frowned, looking after the witch.

That was it? Just a good morning and then nothing? No guilty blush? No embarrassed reaction or heated look?

After a moment’s hesitation the wizard followed Hermione, catching up to her

“Hermione,” he said.

Hermione turned around, her eyebrows slightly raised.

“Yes Severus?” she replied, looking at him steadily. There was no indication in her amber eyes that anything had passed between them. The wizard stared at her.

”Did you want something?” she asked impatiently. She had work to do this morning.

“Yes. I didn’t appreciate the way you returned my house robe. You should have done it personally,” he said, frowning.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t see what difference it makes how I returned it, as long as I did, Severus. But if it makes you feel better, I’m sorry. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do,” the witch said, turning and walking off.

Severus’ mouth worked, but he couldn’t think of anything to say as the witch’s back retreated and she turned into the main hall, heading for the dungeon corridor. The wizard finally turned and walked to the staff entrance, entering the Great Hall and sitting down in his chair. He ordered his breakfast and sat there scowling.

Severus had never been treated this way by a witch before. He felt rather…used. Normally, any witch he fucked had some kind of reaction toward him when she saw him next, usually a rather solicitous one, wanting to have another tryst. He was the one who gave the short, tight answers then walked away.

Well, not this time.

The wizard picked over his breakfast. Hermione was having a very different response to him than he imagined the witch would.

“Oh yes, we’re going to party tonight!” Pomona’s voice carried over. “With Hermione there, we’re sure to get the royal treatment. The woman’s a wizard magnet.”

Hermione was going out with the biddies tonight? Already? His come wasn’t even dry yet. The little trollop. Ready to stretch her wings already. What had he been? A warm-up?

The wizard’s belly tightened and he willed himself to calm. He was reacting like a jealous boyfriend. Boyfriend? Good gods.

“The chit can go where she pleases and fuck who she wants,” he thought to himself, violently spearing a sausage. “I got what I wanted from her. Her cherry. That’s all I wanted.”

Severus bit into the link savagely, chewing with gusto, his eyes narrowed.

He refused to let Hermione Granger get to him. She was just a bit of trim. His needs were sated adequately, and there were no messy loose ends to tie up. Obviously the witch understood that what happened between them was purely physical and accepted it. That was precisely how he wanted it to be.

So why was he so irked? It wasn’t as if he wanted the little know-it-all.

Severus finished his breakfast and left the Great Hall in a black mood, managing to deduct fifty points from a Gryffindor for walking too slow down the dungeon corridor and impeding traffic. This made the wizard feel a little better as he headed for his office.

He glanced down toward Hermione’s lab, his face sour.

She was going out on the town tonight, flaunting her wares eh?

Severus let himself in his office, still scowling.

Hell, he hadn’t been out in a couple of weeks. Tonight was as good a night as any.

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Hermione let out a breath as she turned on to the main hall. Facing Severus this morning hadn’t been easy, but she played it out just as she planned. She didn’t want the wizard thinking he made her stuck on him. She knew how he was. She had no intention on being treated the way Sybil was. Oh, it had been so good. But Severus Snape was not ‘boyfriend’ material. He had played the teacher role again and tutored her well. Now it was time to take her new skills out into the world.

She had been quite sore when she returned to her rooms. Luckily she had some pain and healing elixirs in her medicinal potions store. She treated herself and was fine. She slept like a stone and woke up feeling refreshed, and a little bit randy. A cold shower took care of that. Then she dressed, folded up Severus’ robe, sniffing it a little. It smelled like the wizard and she felt a little warmth gather in her belly for a moment. She forced the feeling away, exited her rooms and left the folded robe in front of his door. She didn’t want to see him. She needed to steel herself first.

She purposely went to breakfast early, hoping to avoid the Potions Master. When she saw him as she was leaving the Great Hall, a huge knot formed in her belly, but she managed to remain cool outwardly, giving him a blithe “Good morning, Severus’ and walking by him as if nothing had happened between them. She didn’t expect him to follow her.

When the wizard complained about the way she returned his robe to her, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to find a way to talk to her. At least he didn’t bring up last night. Hopefully they would never talk about it again. It was going to take some effort to get over what happened between them…so when Pomona asked Hermione to go out tonight, she agreed. After having sex with Severus, she decided she needed a lover of her own. The dark wizard had woken up her sexuality, and now she was interesting in playing catch up for all those years of virginity.

The witch had a feeling her courtship stages were going to be considerably shortened, now that she subscribed to the “consenting adults” line. If a wizard sparked her sexual interest, more than likely she would indulge herself.

With that thought in mind, the witch turned toward the main stairs and headed up toward the infirmary. She needed to see Poppy.

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Severus walked into his study to retrieve several quills when his floo turned green.

”Severus, it’s Poppy. I wonder do you have a moment to bring me some healing potions? I’m running quite low,” the medi-witch said. She knew Severus was there. His floo was set to “voice” and not “entry” and would not work unless he was present.

“Yes, Poppy. I will be up momentarily,” Severus said.

Poppy was the one staff member that the Potions Master actually liked, though he was still gruff with her. This was because Poppy was the one who pieced him back together when the Dark Lord tortured him. She was rather mothering, and Severus appreciated her scolding and cacklings over him, though he pretended not to. He gave her all kinds of hell when he had to stay in the infirmary, refusing to eat her broth and demanding his robes and wand far too early. She could handle him though, even hitting him with a binding spell now and then until she secured a promise that he would remain her patient until she saw fit to let him go. The power struggles had been monumental. The medi-witch was glad the wizard’s tortures were over, but she missed his snarky presence.

Severus walked back into his office, then into his classroom. He went to the potions stores and saw he had only five bottles of healing potion. He would have to brew more immediately. He gathered them up and headed back to his private rooms, then floo’d to the infirmary.

Poppy, dressed in her white dress and blue apron smiled when the Potions Master stepped through.

“Hello Severus,” she said fondly.

”Poppy,” the wizard said, inclining his head. “I’ll just go put these in your medi-cabinet.”

“Thank you for coming so promptly,” she responded as the wizard strode past.

”I will bring you more potions tomorrow,” he said, walking to the back of the infirmary.

Poppy watched him go and sighed. She had known Severus since he was a student at Hogwarts. He was a hard man, but a good one. It would be nice if he could find himself a witch and settle down, have a few children and live a normal life, rather than keep himself shut up in the dungeons, nursing his bitterness at the world. He deserved a bit of happiness. Too bad he was his own worst deterrent.

The infirmary door opened and Hermione walked in.

“Hello Poppy,” she said to the medi-witch, smiling.

“Why hello Hermione,” the witch replied returning her smile.

Severus stiffened when he heard the witch’s voice. What was she doing here? Hastily he put away the potions and closed the door. He walked behind the nearest privacy curtain and inched closer to hear the witches’ conversation.

“What can I do for you?” Poppy said, looking the petite witch over with a critical eye to see if there were any signs of illness. “Are you feeling all right?”

”I’m fine Poppy. I’m here because I need a contraceptive patch,” the witch said.

Poppy looked a bit surprised. She knew Hermione lived a rather quiet life and didn’t deal with wizards. But that was before her makeover. Now, the witch was probably interested in intimacy.

“Ah, yes. Better safe than sorry,” the medi-witch said. “Just wait here and I’ll get you one.”

Poppy walked into her office.

Severus scowled. A contraceptive patch? It seemed the witch didn’t plan to waste any time finding herself another wizard to give her a depth check.

Poppy came back with a patch encased in parchment.

”You just need to stick it on your thigh. It will turn green to show it is working. Periodically you need to check it by tapping the area. It will turn red when you need to change it. One patch lasts about three months,” the medi-witch said, handing Hermione the patch.

“Thank you, Poppy,” Hermione said. The witch exited the infirmary.

Severus stepped out from behind the privacy curtain, his face black. Poppy blinked at him.

“Severus, what were you doing behind the curtain?” she asked the wizard.

“Taking a shortcut,” he replied, his eyes hard as he stared at the infirmary doors Hermione had left through.

Poppy knew the wizard was angry about something.

“Is something wrong, Severus?” she ventured.

“No,” he said shortly, then looked at the medi-witch. “I must go, Poppy. Class will be starting soon. I will have you a new batch of healing potion tomorrow. Good day.”

The wizard strode up to the floo, tossed in some powder from a box on the mantel, then stepped through to his rooms, Poppy looking after him.

“I wonder what that was about?” she mused, returning to her office.

Something was definitely going on with the wizard.

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A/N: Hmm. Seems Severus wanted some reaction from Hermione. He didn’t get it and is feeling out of sorts. Wish I could say I feel bad for him, but I don’t. You wanna you gotta. Lol. Ooh…is there a bit of jealousy rearing its little green head? Seems so, doesn’t it? Well, let’s see how this works. Please review.