The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 33 ~ At the Three Broomsticks


The drink of the night for the witches were “Intense Orgasms” and like the last time their table was flooded with drinks because of Hermione, who was dressed in a nice, form-fitting blue dress with thin straps that stopped just below her knees, matching earrings, hair clip and shoes. The wizards flocked around her like children in a sweet shop, but she accepted no drinks unless they were brought over by a waitress. She had learned her lesson.

Instead of just dancing with wizards, Hermione sat and talked with a couple, exchanging addresses with the ones she felt attracted to with promises of contacting them. There was one black-haired gray eyed wizard named Miles Davenport that really appealed to her. He worked at the Ministry in the Spells Department. He was a Spells Master dragged out of the house by friends who felt all work and no play made Miles a randy wizard.

He knew who Hermione was of course, because of all the hoopla about finding the source of the Dark Mark, and he was intrigued as to how she discovered the spell to work the summons. The two spent most of the night talking, Hermione waving away other interested wizards.

Severus was present, and didn’t take his eyes off of Hermione the entire time, particularly when she settled at a table with Miles and talked and laughed, clearly smitten with the wizard, who was quite handsome. Before he departed because he had an early day tomorrow, Miles moved in and gave Hermione a slow and rather sensual kiss on the lips, his eyes turning dark for a moment. The smile the witch gave him showed he met her approval in that vein. Hermione practically floated back to the table of witches, who all wanted details about the handsome young wizard that took up most of her time.

Severus scowled blackly. When Hermione dated Justice, he never managed to get a good night kiss on the lips, but this…this…scalawag managed to get instant lip service from the witch. He managed in one night what the Auror couldn’t get after three weeks. Hermione was definitely in “consenting adult” mode.

And it was because of him.

Severus was sorely tempted to follow Miles and get the measure of the wizard’s mettle, but that made no sense. Why do that? Hermione wasn’t his witch. He couldn’t challenge a strange wizard to fisticuffs or a duel just because he kissed a witch…a witch he had no claim to.

Shit.

Severus began to wonder if Hermione had spelled herself in some way to stay on his mind. The witch was a Spells Mistress, and she was pretty ripped the night before. Maybe she planned the entire thing, knowing he’d fuck her if she came to his rooms dressed the way she was.

No. That was more something Sybil would do if she had the talent for it. Hermione was too much of a Gryffindor to stoop to such measures. The wizard frowned, fingering his glass in irritation. He wasn’t used to this feeling of …of…whatever it was.

A prostitute dropped in the chair beside him. She was a bleached blonde with very blue eyes and thick full lips in a short black dress with high spiked heels. She licked those juicy lips as she looked at the wizard.

“Buy a witch a drink now,” she said to Severus, whose dark eyes rested on her with distaste. He was about to say something very rude to the woman when he noticed Hermione looking at him. He waved the barmaid over.

“Give her what she wants,” he growled at the barmaid.

“A Blue Dream,” the witch quickly said, batting her eyes at the Professor, who scowled. A Blue Dream was quite an expensive drink…it cost more than fucking the witch would.

“You’re very generous,” the witch purred at him.

“And that drink is worth more than you are,” the wizard replied, frowning.

The prostitute frowned back at him.

“You said I could have what I wanted…so I got what I wanted. You shouldn’t have said it if you didn’t mean it, you bastard,” the woman snapped at him.

Severus saw Hermione was no longer looking his way and gave the witch a look so black, she blanched and drew back in her seat.

“You wouldn’t hit a lady?” she asked him, her blue eyes wide with fear as the barmaid set the Blue Dream in front of her.

The barmaid’s eyes moved back and forth between the prostitute and the pale wizard. Whatever was going on between them didn’t look good. Ah well. She moved on to the next table.

“No,” he sneered, “But I might take a whack at you. Now take your drink and get out of my sight. More than likely you carry STDs that haven’t even been discovered yet.”

The witch picked up her drink and stood up.

”You’re a right snarky fuck, you are,” she hissed at him, then stalked away.

Severus pulled his wand out of his pocket and from under the table flicked it at the departing witch, who tripped over her own feet and fell on her face, spilling her drink. He smirked and put his wand away.

The prostitute got up off the floor with the help of several wizards. The front of her skimpy black dress was soaked. She looked back at Severus who was purposely looking in another direction.

“Bloody git,” she said, brushing at her front.

Several helpful and randy wizards offered her handkerchiefs. Hm. Maybe the black hearted bastard had done her a favor. She now had quite a few potential customers surrounding her. She smiled sexily at the group…her smile returned by the wizards sevenfold.

Hermione saw Severus buy the prostitute a drink. What a pig he was. He had just fucked her the night before and already was on the prowl for more pussy. She was glad she had been distant with him. He was a user just like Minerva said. Disgusted, she turned away and fell into conversation with her companions.

When the witches left, Severus left right behind them, following them to the public apparition point but staying back until they all apparated back to the school. He placed a silencing spell around himself and apparated to Hogwarts main gate instead of his rooms. He quietly unwarded the gate and followed the witches, who were cackling and stumbling. Hermione had removed her shoes and had them slung across her shoulders. She had removed her hairclip too, that long mane of curling hair hanging down her back as she walked, her hips rolling like thunder beneath her dress. Severus’ black eyes rested on that ass, remembering how soft it was as his loins slapped against it repeatedly, the witch howling his name.

He got an immediate erection.

“Fuck,” he breathed, reaching into his robes and adjusting his cock so it was stuck sideways in the elastic of his boxers and not sticking straight out. It was quite uncomfortable.

He followed the witches to the main doors and held back until they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. He slipped in and hurried down the dungeon corridor, Hermione walking ahead of him, humming and swinging her shoes. He caught up with her.

“You had quite a full night, witch. Collecting addresses of potential lovers?” the wizard said evenly, startling Hermione, whose hand went to her breast to withdraw her wand until she saw it was him. She began walking again, the wizard matching her pace.

”Possibly,” she replied lightly, though her heart was pounding.

”You certainly aren’t wasting any time finding a replacement,” the wizard said.

Hermione stopped and looked at him.

“Severus, you were never ‘in place’ to start with,” she declared. “You were my deflowerer…that’s all. Now that I know what sex is about, I would like a wizard of my own to meet my needs. The only way I can get one is to sort through a few. By the time I find the right one, I’ll be ready to explore sex more.”

Explore sex more? Severus felt his deflating cock swell back to life again. Good thing he had it tucked securely or Hermione would have certainly noticed her exploration comment had quite an effect on him.

Severus’ dark eyes rested on Hermione. His nostrils flared as he thought about other acts he could do with the witch. Last night was rather tame compared to his usual trysts. Hermione began to walk again, a bit faster now. She saw the dark light behind the wizard’s eyes and knew he was plotting.

Severus caught up again, his robes billowing.

“That gray-eyed poser seemed to have your attention most of the night,” he fished.

“Who? Miles? Yes…yes he did. And he’s no poser. We have something in common. He’s a Spells Master. He works for the Ministry,” she replied, smiling at the memory of the handsome wizard.

Severus snorted.

“An idiot working for idiots,” he said meanly.

“He is not an idiot. He is very intelligent…and mannerly,” she said pointedly, not letting the wizard get her mad. “You could take lessons from him.”

“More than likely, he could take a few lessons from me,” Severus said suggestively. “I have quite a repertoire of sexual knowledge under my robes. Very extensive.”

He walked past his office door to Hermione’s rooms and watched as the witch unwarded her door and opened it. She stepped inside, then turned to face the wizard.

”Most likely Miles or one of the other wizards I met has his own repertoire I’ll be able to browse through at my leisure. Good night, Severus,” the witch said, closing the door in his face.

Severus stood there a moment, staring at the witch’s door. He felt like hammering on it until Hermione opened it, then sweeping into her rooms, dragging her along with him until he found a nice, level area to pin her to. Exploration? Shit, he could show her exploration on a grand scale.

The wizard turned, stalked back to his office and let himself in.

Severus entered his study, then his bedroom and undressed, hanging his dress robes up neatly. He sat down on the edge of his bed in his boxers and rubbed his pale hand over his face.

Shit. He had left an opening for the witch to approach him for a future encounter with his “repertoire of sexual knowledge” comment, but Hermione didn’t bite. Instead, she said other wizards had them too. The little minx. Any other witch would have practically ripped her knickers off and said “Come and get it, big boy.” But not Hermione. She really wasn’t interested. How could that be? He had given it to her good, but not near as good as he could have…simply because he was trying to be at least a little considerate.

Severus scowled.

He should have taken the little chit around the world, fucked her in the ass, pinned her to the wall, driven her into the headboard and twisted her into pretzel after pretzel. He bet her morning greeting would have been much different if he had just unleashed on her.

The wizard stood up, removed his boxers and climbed into bed, determined not to think about Hermione. However, his cock slowly began to balloon again, though he did his best to keep his mind blank. The wizard cursed and rolled to the side, thinking of potions ingredients and brewing…

Suddenly he sat up.

Brewing! The healing potions! Shit…he hadn’t returned to add the next ingredients.

Severus jumped out of bed, pulled back on his boxers, grabbed his wand and ran through his study, waiting impatiently for the wall to open, then jetted through his office into his classroom and back to his lab. He flung open the door and turned up the torches.

The lids had blown off the cauldrons and everything was covered in gunk.

“Damn it,” the wizard said, walking gingerly, careful not to step in the ruined potion. He was barefoot and it was very acidic at this stage. He looked around the lab.

Damn that witch. If she hadn’t been occupying his thoughts, this never would have happened. He never forgot to check his brews. Never.

Severus sighed and began to scourgify his lab. He wouldn’t be going to bed anytime soon.

Damn Hermione Granger. She was the cause of this.

He should have never touched her.

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A/N: lol poor poor Severus. He’s really going through something isn’t he? Well, he did give Hermione the chance to jump his bones again…but she wasn’t interested in his bones. Lol. And tripping the prostitute…Severus is a real meanie. Please review.