The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 35 ~ Severus’ Plan Goes Down

Spurred on by Hermione’s close encounter with Miles, Severus spent a late night in his lab, preparing the Impotence draught, which was quite a simple, but powerful potion to brew using the following ingredients, one dried scorpion, salt water, Aguardiente, Basil root, Poppy, Balsam, Amansa guapo and fresh semen, which the Professor easily provided with the help of his memories of fucking Hermione.

Severus never went to sleep that night and buoyed by pepper-up potion, lurked in his office, peeking out of the door now and then waiting for Hermione to head for breakfast. When he saw the unsuspecting witch leave, the Potions Master hurried into his study and summoned a house elf.

A small, brown green-eyed elf appeared, his ears flattened and asked the wizard how he might serve him.

“I want you to go to the Spell Mistress’ rooms and retrieve her shampoo and conditioner for me,” Severus told the elf. “You will tell no one you have done this.”

The elf nodded.

“I keep all Hogwarts’ secrets, sir,” the elf replied, winking out.

A minute later he returned with both bottles. Severus took them.

”I want you to wait here,” the Potions Master said to the elf, “I will need you to return these.”

”Yes sir. Eli waits right here sir,” the elf replied, bowing low.

Severus left Eli in his study and went to his lab. He placed a bubblehead charm on himself so he would not breathe in the draught and added it to Hermione’s shampoo and conditioner. After he did this, he read the labels.

Jasmine Shampoo ~ Available only at Love Bites Beauty Shop. Order more today.

Severus wrote down these details. He needed an untampered with bottle of both. He would have to make sure Hermione washed her hair with them before he took her again, otherwise he too would be unable to get it up with the witch.

The wizard returned to the study and gave the altered shampoo and conditioner to Eli, who winked out and returned quickly.

Severus scowled at the little elf.

“You will tell no one about this,” he reiterated.

The house elf looked a bit miffed.

“No. Eli will keep the Snape’s secret,” Eli replied. “Now and always, sir. Now and always.”

Severus nodded.

“Very well. You have given me good service. You may go,” the Potions Master said gruffly.

Eli beamed. He had been praised by the Snape. The Snape was the meanest staff member at Hogwarts. He had never given any house elf praise in all his years at Hogwarts. Eli was delighted to be able to return to the kitchens with such a boast.

“Oh, thanks you sir!” the house elf said happily, winking out, leaving a rather perplexed Potions Master behind. What the hell was the elf so happy about?

The wizard shrugged. It didn’t matter really. What mattered was the creature came through and now Hermione’s shower held the spiked shampoo and conditioner. Now the lusty Mr. Miles Davenport's advances would be rather “deflated” at best.

Severus let out a perfectly evil chuckle and headed for breakfast. He was in such a good mood he only deducted ten points from a Gryffindor with his face in a book who haplessly bumped into him. The student was shocked and thought perhaps the Professor was ill.

But he didn’t complain.

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The week passed quietly enough. Severus’ mood was greatly improved, and he even returned a couple of Hermione’s greetings as they passed each other, which sort of shocked the witch. Miles came by three times that week during his lunch break, and the two spent much of the time together snogging.

Miles was so much different than the Potions Master. His kisses weren’t overpowering, but sweet and sensual. The kind of kisses that left the witch tingling, but not overwhelmed. The Spells Master had a gentleness with him that appealed to Hermione, but yet she could feel his hunger as well. Friday was pretty much a wrap. She was randy and so was Miles. It didn’t make sense to wait when they both were so wound up about each other. It was a given that they would become an item afterwards. Hermione never imagined she’d find a wizard more perfect for her so soon.

Miles was a little possessive however. He saw the little scraps of parchment with the addresses of other wizards written on them Hermione had collected at the Three Broomsticks. They were resting on the little end table between the armchairs in Hermione’s study. When the witch walked into her bedroom for a hair tie, Miles discreetly cast an incendiary spell on the addresses, then scourgified the smoke quickly, looking innocent as a newborn when the witch returned.

Hermione didn’t miss the pieces of parchment until much later, and assumed the house elves might have thrown them away during the daily cleaning because they were scraps after all. She didn’t intend to contact any of the wizards anyway, despite her promises. She had Miles and was satisfied. They’d get over it.

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Friday found Severus once again lurking in his office waiting for Hermione to emerge from her lab on her way to lunch. He had a large tome tucked under his arm, the title carefully positioned so it could be easily read.

The moment he saw the witch exit her labs, he left the office and made a great deal of warding it until the witch was almost on him, then turned and began to walk. Hermione was right up on him, and so spoke.

“Hello Severus,” she said.

“Hermione,” he replied, shifting his arm a little. Of course Hermione’s eyes were drawn to the motion, and the book title. The witch’s eyes widen and she went white for a moment.

“Sev…Severus! Is that…is that what I think it is?” she gasped.

The wizard stopped and looked at her with his brows drawn together as if perplexed.

”What are you talking about?” he asked her, knowing full well the book he carried had stopped her cold.

Hermione pointed at the book, her hand trembling slightly.

“That book. The title is “The Forbidden Book of Spells,” she said, awe in her voice, “Is that the Forbidden Book of Spells written over six hundred years ago?”

“Oh, this? Why, yes it is,” he replied evenly.

He thought the witch was going to orgasm by the look on her face.

”Severus, that book was banned. It meant death to even own it. However did you get hold of a copy? They were all supposed to be destroyed,” the witch said, her voice low as she stared hungrily at the book.

“Copy? I assure you Hermione, this is no copy,” the wizard said, opening the book and showing her a couple of pages. “It is an original, handwritten by the author herself.”

Hermione looked at the neatly inked handwriting, and looked as if she would faint. Severus smirked.

”That book is worth a fortune. An absolute fortune,” Hermione breathed, her eyes still fixed on it.

”No amount of galleons would ever make me part with it,” the Potions Master said.

”But…but you’re a Potions Master. That book is about the darkest, most powerful spells known to the magical world,” the witch said reverently.

“That doesn’t mean Spells don’t interest me. I need them often in my field to facilitate brewing,” the wizard replied. He closed the book and began walking. Hermione stared after him, then ran to catch up.

She looked up at the wizard. Severus was walking looking straight ahead.

“Severus, you have to let me read some of that book,” the witch breathed.

Severus looked at her.

“I have to, Hermione?” he asked her, his eyes glinting.

“Well, I didn’t mean it like that,” Hermione said apologetically, “But gods, I would love to read a chapter or so.”

”I imagine you would,” the Professor said, rather coldly, “But as you well know I do not loan my books out…particularly one as rare and valuable as this one. Besides, there are copies of the text available in the restricted section of the library. You can read through those.”

Hermione scowled.

“Bits and pieces that no one really knows are authentic or not. You have the actual book, Severus. Why are you so stingy?” she asked him, upset. “You would think that after you and I…”

Severus stopped.

“After you and I what?” the wizard said, looking at Hermione expectantly. At last, he had got her to address her deflowering.

Hermione lowered her voice.

“After you and I did what we did, you would show me a little preferential treatment. I gave you something precious after all,” Hermione said, coloring a bit.

“So you think you deserve preferential treatment because I fucked you?” the wizard asked the witch.

“Maybe a little,” Hermione said, clearly embarrassed she was going so low to try and read that book. But gods, what an opportunity.

Severus stared at her for several moments.

”Well, you did have good pussy,” he said lewdly, smiling inwardly as the witch bit back a scathing response to his rudeness. “Perhaps I should let you take a look.”

Hermione looked at the wizard hopefully.

“But…there will be conditions,” he purred at her.

Hermione scowled, immediately thinking the worst. She was right to, but the Potions Master would never be that obvious.

“I hope those conditions don’t include me spreading my legs for you again,” the witch said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

“Whatever makes you think I’d want that? I’ve already had you, witch,” he said silkily, “I’m sure you have someone lined up to ream your randy little walls in any case. I only hope for your sake he is as good as I was. Being sexually frustrated is a terrible thing.”

Actually, Hermione was planning on hitting some high notes with Miles tonight, but the Potions Master didn’t need to know that. But the wizard knew. He could feel her expectancy when he referred to her being randy.

“Don’t worry about me. I will be fine,” she said a bit sharply. The witch tried to contain her temper and her ire. The wizard saying he already had her as if she were old news irked her terribly. The bastard.

“The conditions are quite simple. You will read the text in my study and not copy any of the pages,” the wizard said. “I think that is quite generous on my part.”

Hermione looked at Severus suspiciously. In his rooms? Alone?

“I don’t know if I want to do that,” Hermione said.

The Potions Master gave her a black look.

“Then I suppose you don’t want to peruse this tome as badly as you claim,” he snapped at her, beginning to put on a stride. “I tried to be accommodating. Just forget it.”

Hermione hurried to keep up with him. They were almost at the main hall. Damn, she really wanted to read that book. Shit. Well, she’d have her wand with her and she doubted the wizard would force himself on her at any rate. He seemed to have no interest in anything further.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” she said, “I’ll meet your conditions. Now when can I read it?”

“Four weeks from tomorrow,” Severus replied, a tight, nasty smile on his face. “At eleven o’clock in the morning.”

“A month from now? Why? Why so long?” she asked angrily.

“Because I am making time for you, that’s why. I do have a life you know,” the Potions Master responded. “If that is too long…then maybe we should just…”

”No, it’s fine,” Hermione said, trying to sound sincere. What a fuck he was. “Thank you.”

Severus nodded as they turned on to the main hall.

”I just hope you appreciate my generosity,” he said in a low voice.

”I do,” Hermione said, thinking he wasn’t being very generous at all. But still, that book…

They turned down the hall in silence. Severus held the door to the staff entrance open and Hermione walked through. He entered behind her…a dark, victorious smile on his face.

If he had his timetable correct, a month from now the witch would be randy and frustrated as hell.

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Severus spent a lot of time lurking in his office waiting for Hermione to appear. Tonight was no different. He was waiting for the witch and Miles to return from their date.

The couple had gone out to dinner and dancing, Miles holding Hermione close as they drifted around the dance floor with eyes only for each other. Afterwards they walked about a lovely park, then by the fountain kissing until they both were trembling with need.

“Let’s go back to the castle,” Hermione breathed at the wizard, ready for love now.

“Yes,” Miles had responded, drawing her in for another very passionate, hungry kiss that made the witch almost melt in his arms. The wizard knew he had her and wasted no time apparating back to Hogwarts.

Severus heard them coming down the corridor. It took sometime because every few steps they would stop and passionately kiss, backing into one wall then the other. Severus could hear Hermione’s heavy breathing clearly, and he frowned as he watched them pass, pulling the door almost closed as they did so. Hermione quickly unwarded her rooms and the couple locked up again, sidling through the door with their arms wrapped around each other.

“Just like rutting six-years,” the Potions Master griped, then returned to his study and poured himself a firewhiskey. He left his study wall open and cast an amplification spell so he could hear when Miles left, if he left at all. He should.

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Hermione and Miles began to heatedly undress each other the moment they entered her study, pausing only to kiss and caress each other. Hermione’s knickers were soaked, and Mile’s gray eyes were hard with lust and passion. He slipped the witch’s dress down and stared at her petite, curvaceous body clad only in her pretty little knickers

“Oh, the gods have smiled on me,” he breathed, looking the witch in her eyes, “You are breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking Hermione.”

Miles quickly stripped down to his black boxers and drew Hermione into his arms, growling as the witch’s almost naked body pressed against his own. He pressed his erection into her, and Hermione moaned as he backed her toward the sofa…they weren’t going to make it to the bed. Miles and Hermione tumbled to the couch, kissing and caressing each other, when Miles hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione panted.

“Um, nothing,” Miles said, his voice a bit off. He began kissing the witch again, even more passionately, his hands moving hungrily over her body. Then he paused again, a disturbed look on his face. Hermione looked up at him, writhing slightly. She was ready for the high hard one.

“What’s wrong?” she asked the wizard again.

Miles looked down at her, his face reddening.

”I…I don’t know. This has never happened to me before,” he began. The wizard rolled off Hermione and sat on the end of the couch, looking down at his loins.

Aching, Hermione sat up too and moved closer to the wizard.

“What is it, Miles?” she asked him.

The wizard gave her a pained look.

“I…I can’t get hard. I’m turned on, but I lost my erection,” he said, “It won’t come back.”

Hermione placed a comforting hand on his thigh.

“Maybe if we kiss a little more,” she suggested.

Miles half-heartedly gave the witch a few more kisses and caresses, then stopped.

“It’s not working, Hermione. I’d better go,” he said softly, standing up and starting to collect his clothes as Hermione watched him, a disappointed look on her face.

“Miles, wait…maybe if I…” she began.

“No!” Miles said angrily, then he caught himself. “No, Hermione. I’m sorry. I’d just better go. I’ll contact you later in the week.”

He dressed and Hermione pulled her dress back on. She walked the wizard to the door.

“Maybe it’s just because you haven’t done it in so long,” the witch suggested, hoping to comfort the wizard. He looked at her as if the was the dumbest reason in the world for his impotence. But didn’t say anything but “Goodbye” and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Severus peeked out the door at the departing wizard and knew by the look on his face that Miles had flopped. Literally. The Potions Master grinned, pulling the door closed as the wizard passed.

He wondered what kind of state Hermione was in right now. She was probably masturbating.

He was right too.

Hermione returned to her study, still aching and burning up…needing release. She flopped on the couch, wrestled off her knickers, spread her legs and started going to town.

“Damn, this sucks,” she breathed, closing her eyes.

She eventually orgasmed, but found that climaxes inspired by self-love didn’t hold a torch to a good hard fuck with a good hard cock. And what made it worse was that when she finally went to bed, her dreams were filled with the one man she didn’t want to dream about.

Severus Snape.

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A/N: :::shaking head::: Dirty, dirty, dirty. The potions ingredients listed for the Impotence draught is a combination I found online for actual impotence spells. Lol. Well, Severus’ ploy was quite successful. And how about dangling that book in front of Hermione’s nose? The man is a deviant genius. Well, please review.