The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 34 ~ And the Plotting Starts

For the next few days, the Potions Master avoided contact with Hermione as much as possible, hoping that the adage “out of sight, out of mind” would ring true. He returned to taking his breakfast at as early an hour as possible, thus assuring himself of very little company…including Hermione’s.

When he did see her in the halls, he reverted to his old demeanor, walking by the witch wordlessly when she greeted him. This didn’t disturb Hermione at all, since that was the wizard’s usual manner and he had said things would be just the same as always between them. He was always a rude bastard. The only thing was the wizard would sneak a look back at her every time.

But no matter how Severus tried, memories of his night with Hermione would creep up on him, and often at the most inappropriate times. Such as in the middle of a lecture when he paused, her face contorting with pleasure would loom in front of him. The Potions Master would come back with a start and a hard-on, his students looking at him quizzically. He’d roar and take blanket points from each house for them staring at him, and his pupils quickly learned to pretend he didn’t stop and pause staring into space with narrowed eyes when giving lectures, quizzes or anything else.

These Hermione-fests didn’t just happening in class. They would happen to him at meals, in his lab, when on his rounds…students escaping as he stared blankly at seemingly nothing, totally absorbed. And the nights were worse…erotic dreams of stroking the witch into conniptions filled them…and they weren’t just memories…most fell into the realm of rather twisted fantasy, Hermione bound as Severus punished her sexually for ignoring him. The wizard had been forced to masturbate on several occasions because of the witch, something he rarely did because he believed conserving his sperm made him physically and mentally stronger.

When the Potions Master heard the biddies say they were going out again Friday night, the wizard made sure to arrive at the Three Broomsticks before them. He was seated at his usual table and prepared to gawk at Hermione the entire night again when Minerva, Aurora, Pomona, Rolanda, and surprisingly Poppy entered.

Hermione was nowhere to be seen. But he had seen the witch dance into her rooms the way she always did when going out. What the hell was going on here…where was Hermione? He watched the witches chatter between themselves, then quietly changed his table to one closer so he could hear what they were saying.

“I hope Hermione has a wonderful time with Mr. Davenport,” Minerva said, waving over a barmaid, “Now he is a decent wizard much more suitable for her. A Spells Master with a good secure position at the Ministry and so mannerly. He stopped through Hogwarts twice this week to see her for a few moments. Brought her flowers. What a sweetheart.”

”I still say Snape has more bang for the galleons,” Rolanda sniffed.

Severus smirked at this. Maybe the Flying Teacher wasn’t so bad a biddy as the rest of them.

”Severus is a sweet man,” Poppy said.

All the witches stopped and stared at her in disbelief.

“Poppy, Severus is sexy as all get out, but sweet he isn’t,” Rolanda said, “He’s meaner than a wet basilisk.”

The other witches all cackled in agreement. Rolanda had just gained some biddy points.

“He just needs a good woman,” Poppy said, placing her order with the barmaid. “Someone he can trust and call his own. Someone who loves and understands him.”

The witches all shook their heads.

“If you were talking about a normal wizard, Poppy…I’d agree with you, love, trust and companionship would do wonders. But this is Severus Snape. He shuns those things. He’s happiest when he’s alone in that crypt of a dungeon, making students miserable. He needs a good woman for a half hour or so, if you get my meaning,” Aurora said.

“I heard it was more like an hour and a half,” Rolanda corrected Aurora, “The gospel of Snape according to Sybil Trelawney.”

Severus shuddered as the witches tittered.

”Be that as it may,” Poppy said, eyeing the other witches, “We must not forget what a brave and selfless service he performed for the wizarding world. I had to patch him together so many times, if I had been a muggle surgeon, he would be a mass of sutures and stitches. No one suffered more than Severus for so little reason during the times of the Dark Lord. Instead of being celebrated, they tossed him a medal and ignored him. Harry Potter and all the others were heroes in every sense of the word, having parties and celebration thrown in their honor, but because Severus was forced to serve as a deatheater, the public shunned him. His was the most dangerous job of all. Don’t you think a wizard like that deserves some happiness?”

The witches all fell silent. Finally Minerva spoke.

“I had almost forgotten about that,” she said softly, “He was tantamount to the successful overthrow of Voldemort. He was the one who led Albus and Harry to the wizard’s hiding place at great risk to himself. He didn’t just tell them…he showed them. He really is a very brave wizard.”

The witches all muttered agreement.

“You know Poppy, for a short while it seemed Severus had his eye on our Spells Mistress. I was very much against her getting involved with him. Maybe…maybe I shouldn’t have interfered. I had never seen him show serious interest in a witch. I don’t know how serious it was…more than likely he was being a sexual predator, but maybe…maybe it could have become something more. Hermione is a brilliant witch, and if Severus can be said to appreciate anything other than Potions, it is intelligence. Not to mention she looks wonderful now. They might have found something in common on other levels than the animal,” the Transfiguration Professor said wistfully.

Poppy patted her hand.

“There, there, Minerva. If Severus wanted Hermione, nothing you or anyone else could say would change his mind or course of action. If they didn’t get together, it was because he wasn’t truly attracted to her. He is a most determined wizard. Now, let’s all have a drink and enjoy ourselves,” the medi-witch said.

Her suggestion was met with cries of “here, here,” and the witches settled down to some serious partying.

Severus rose and moved back to his table, glaring at a couple who had the nerve to sit there until they nervously rose and left.

So that was how Poppy perceived him, eh? That the love of a good woman would heal all his ills. Perposterous. The pussy of a good woman…now that had possibilities. Severus’ thoughts turned to Hermione. So she was out with that gray-eyed kiss-stealing wizard was she?

Severus scowled.

He saw her reaction to the handsome Spells Master. If this went on, no doubt the wizard would be fucking her inside a month. Shit, he wished he knew where they were so he could have a look-see.

Hermione said she wanted to explore sex more. He would be the perfect wizard to introduce the witch to the darker more stringent side of intimacy. He’d love to stick his cock up her ass because of the way she’d treated him, even though the witch only did what he asked. Not to mention spank that soft ass to a nice shade of red and show her what the complete act of fellatio was like. He wouldn’t be so kind the second time around, but a small part of him felt the witch could deal with it. When he manhandled her, she soaked herself. He was sure she was a masochist, and although he wasn’t a sadist, he did have some sadistic tendencies when it came to sex.

For Severus, it wasn’t a mutual act of shared pleasure. It was about a witch submitting to his power and giving herself over totally. Hermione had done that, but it was short-lived and the Potions Master had no time to revel in it. She acted unaffected afterwards, and despite what he told her…her reaction was a blow to his ego. Most witches made him feel like something special after he fucked them. They came to him all hot-eyed and randy for another go, only to be turned down. Hermione didn’t make him feel special. The witch made him feel like a stud service. That she had gotten what she wanted from him and cast him aside, not the other way around as it should be.

Severus straightened in his chair, a look of decision on his face.

Nobody treated Severus Snape this way…particularly a mere slip of a newly awakened witch. His ego demanded satisfaction. He had to have another go at the witch…then, then he could probably lay her to rest. The problem was, he hadn’t fucked her thoroughly enough. He hadn’t given her both wand blasts. He let the witch off easy.

If he managed to get hold of her, he wouldn’t let that happen again.

The wizard finished his drink, left a few galleons on the table and exited the inn. He had some thinking to do.

Severus walked to the apparition point then apparated to Hogwarts main gate. He wanted to walk in the clear night air tonight.

He headed for the castle. He had plans to make.

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Severus entered the castle and turned down the dungeon corridor. He paused as his sharp ears picked up whispers. Hm, were there some randy students hiding in the hall? If there were, he wouldn’t mind taking a few points and assigning detentions before bed. He quietly sped up.

Yes, the Potions Master had heard whispering, but it wasn’t students

Hermione was standing outside her rooms doors, wrapped in the arms of one very ardent Miles Davenport, kissing quite passionately. The wizard was much like Hermione was when it came to Spells Making. He worked to the exclusion of all else, completely focused on the task at hand. It had been a very long time since he indulged himself with a lovely witch, and Hermione served to make him very aware of that.

It was only propriety that kept Hermione from letting the wizard into her rooms. Despite her new “consenting adults” line, she felt that she shouldn’t let the wizard fuck her on the first date, no matter how delicious he was. Not that Miles didn’t give it the old Hogwarts try as he pressed the witch against the door, kissing her hungrily.

Severus saw the couple, and his heart began to pound as rage washed over him. Damn the wizard. He had the witch pinned against the door and was trying to seduce her. Severus disillusioned himself and slid closer so he could hear the couple.

“Let me come in, Hermione,” Miles whispered against her lips. “You’re driving me mad with desire.”

Hermione pulled away from his mouth and forcibly separated their bodies. She looked up into his smoldering gray eyes.

“You know I can’t do that Miles. It’s too soon. I hardly know you,” she said softly.

He leaned toward her.

“But you do know me. I’m the wizard standing at the edge of your dreams every night,” he breathed. “I’m not a man to just take advantage of a woman, Hermione. If you let me make love to you, I will be back. I wouldn’t walk away from such a gift.”

Hermione looked up at the wizard. His gray eyes were hot but sincere. No, she didn’t imagine Miles Davenport was the kind of man that would be intimate with a witch, then pretend she didn’t exist. Unlike some greasy, snarky wizards she knew.

“I can’t Miles…not tonight,” she said softly.

The wizard sighed and withdrew, not wanting to pressure the witch anymore, though every nerve in his body was pulling him towards her. He had never met a witch so intelligent, yet accessible. Most women he’d met who had a mind were very challenging as if in competition with him and trying to prove they were the smarter sex. Miles already knew that was true about witches. He didn’t need it proven to him. Hermione was like a breath of fresh air. He could exchange ideas with her, not have to debate every subtle point. He imagined however, she was a tiger if she did decide to challenge a theory. He enjoyed debate as well…just not constantly.

Hermione was also very kind-hearted and compassionate. While they were strolling through Hogsmeade they saw a poorly dressed child who had his face pressed against the sweet shop glass longingly, and the witch had stopped and given the surprised and grateful boy several sickles to go and buy what he wanted.

“Oh, thank you Miss! Thank you so much!” the boy had cried, scampering into the store happily.

Yes, Hermione Granger was a special one all right. She had the most beautiful eyes. Miles would love to look down into those eyes and see them full of passion and pleasure. He normally didn’t act this way…this forward…this hungry…but there was something about the witch that drew him in.

Miles lifted and kissed Hermione’s hand softly.

“We are on again next Friday?” he asked her, his gray eyes searching her face a bit anxiously. He hoped she didn’t have another date arranged.

“Yes,” Hermione said a bit shyly. “Pick me up at seven.”

”It’s a date then,” Miles said. He looked at the witch a moment, then drew her into his arms and gave her one more sensual kiss, then looked at her and sighed.

“I’m not going to get a lick of sleep tonight,” he said to her.

“Do your best,” Hermione replied, smiling at the wizard.

Miles waited for Hermione to unward her rooms and enter, then made his way back up the hall. Where had the witch been all his life?

It was all Severus could do not to hex Miles as he passed the niche the Potions Master had tucked into. He had almost made his way into the witch’s bed tonight. There was a good chance he might succeed next week. Hermione had been hot for Miles. Severus knew the signs.

The wizard removed his disillusionment spell and stalked to his office. He let himself in and was in a terrible temper. There’s no telling what he would have done if the witch had said yes to the bastard and let him in her rooms.

“I’m not the kind of man that takes advantage of a woman,” Severus mimicked nasally as he entered his study and pulled off his robes. “I wouldn’t take such a gift and walk away.”

“Maybe a well-placed wand blast would help you depart,” the Potions Master growled in his normal voice, dropping into an armchair and staring into the fire.

He needed to find a sneaky Slytherinish way to protect his interest, which in this case was Hermione’s little twat, which he intended to stretch to an enormous size. It really shouldn’t matter if another wizard had her…she’d still have a pussy after all, but the wizard wasn’t thinking this way. He wanted to be the witch’s only rider. It would be as if she were…tainted otherwise. Yes, it was a double-standard, but what the fuck. He had deflowered Hermione after all. Broken her in. Why shouldn’t he want her to be a one-wizard witch for a bit longer?

Now…how to do this without the witch discovering his intentions before he was ready? How to keep not only Miles but other wizards off her? A spell or a potion was definitely in order…but as a Spells Mistress, she would probably detect a repelling ward. He needed something more devious…something like an impotence potion that would trigger whenever a wizard got close enough to fuck the witch. Something that made it seem as if he had a sexual dysfunction. That way both Hermione and her intended would be negatively affected.

Hm. Maybe not an impotence potion, but an impotence draught. Something that would work when breathed in. But how to deliver it? Where could he place such a draught where every wizard would be sure to smell it?

Severus sat there for a moment, thinking hard. Suddenly a slow, wicked smile formed on his pale face, his eyes narrowing evilly.

Of course. The answer was simple.

Her hair.

He would put the draught into Hermione’s shampoo and conditioner. It would cling to her hair. Any wizard who kissed her would be within its influence. All he needed was a house elf to retrieve her shampoo and conditioner, then replace it after he added the colorless, odorless draught. She’d never know. It was a perfect plan.

Severus rubbed his hands together rather gleefully.

Hermione Granger and Miles Fuckenport were going to be in for quite a letdown their next date.

More than likely several of them.

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A/N: lololol. Severus, Severus, Severus…you wicked wizard. So, you’re going after Hermione again because your delicate ego demands to be avenged and you feel you didn't do a thorough enough job the first time, eh? :::shakes head::: This wizard has a lot to learn about relationships between witches and wizards as well. Oh, what a wicked plan though. Please review this chapter. Thanks all. :)