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 36 ~ Picking Up Supplies

Miles didn’t contact Hermione until the following Wednesday when he showed up at Hogwarts with a huge bouquet of roses and an apology for not contacting her sooner. The wizard had been to several healers to find out what was wrong with him. Every healer found nothing wrong with him physically, and suggested that he simply might have been suffering from performance anxiety, particularly if the witch was very attractive to him and he hadn’t had sex in a long time.

“I didn’t feel anxious. Everything was fine until we were at the point of actually having sex, then nothing,” Miles told one of the healers, a white-haired grandfatherly type in a white lab coat who was looking over his clipboard. He looked at the wizard with kindly blue eyes.

“Well, I don’t believe it is anything serious, Mr. Davenport. All your tests come back fine,” the medi-wizard assured him. “But if you are worried, I can give you something magical to sustain an erection.”

The healer went to a cabinet and took out several blue pills with a golden glow around them. He showed them to Miles, who looked at the pills curiously.

“All you have to do is swallow one of these. It will go into effect immediately,” the wizard said, winking at the Spells Master.

Miles looked thoughtful. Well, he could accept the pills and if he needed extra help, then he would use them. But he preferred not to. He’d like to think he was virile enough to satisfy Hermione on his own. But he didn’t want another situation like last Friday.

“All right. I’ll take them,” he said to the healer, who put a few in a bottle and handed it to the wizard.

So now, Miles was willing to give it another go. He had a very erotic dream about Hermione the night before, and it had been quite hot and satisfying. He’d love to experience the real thing with the witch.

He talked to her candidly about what the healers had said.

“It could be you just made me a bit over-excited,” the wizard said, “you are very beautiful, Hermione. Just the idea of making love to you makes me…gods I can’t describe how it makes me feel. I just know I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any witch in my life.”

The witch blushed. It was a little flattering to think she could affect the wizard so strongly he couldn’t perform. Flattering but frustrating. She took a sniff of the lovely roses he brought her. She didn’t know what to say to Mile’s passionate declaration so she didn’t say anything.

“Are we on for night Friday?” Miles asked her with a pleading note in his voice. He wanted to make up last Friday to the witch very badly.

”Yes, we are Miles,” Hermione replied softly.

The wizard kissed her soundly.

“Thank you, Hermione. I won’t disappoint you this time,” he said, his gray eyes serious.

“I know you won’t, Miles,” she replied, caressing his cheek.

The wizard beamed at her, then looked at his watch.

“I’ve got to get back to work, but I will pick you up at seven on Friday evening. Up for a little more dancing?” he asked her.

“Certainly,” the witch replied.

”Good,” Miles said, giving her one more quick peck. “I’ll see you Friday then.”

He exited the lab.

Severus was walking down the dungeon corridor when Miles emerged from Hermione’s lab with a broad smile on his face. He greeted Severus, who sneered down his nose at him and billowed by, scowling.

“Friendly bloke,” Miles said to himself, shaking his head. He continued up the hall.

Severus let himself into his office.

“He’s determined,” Severus said to himself.

He let himself into his study and walked over to his writing desk, taking out the address of Love Bites Beauty Shop. He was miffed because he tried to order some shampoo and conditioner by owl using his accounts, and hadn’t received an answer yet.

He didn’t have to wait long.

At supper, while Severus was eating his dinner which consisted of steak, potatoes and string beans along with a glass of pumpkin juice, a very frightening pale owl swooped in and delivered a large pink envelope to the Potions Master. Hermione looked up, her brow furrowed. She recognized the bird as Adam’s.

Severus looked at the pale-eyed owl, offering it a piece of steak. The owl wouldn’t take it, but took a snap at the wizard’s finger. Severus had quick reflexes and jerked his hand out of the way before the sharp beak bit into it.

“You bloody bird,” he hissed at it.

The owl hissed back, then took to the air, flapping strongly and disappeared among the rafters.

Severus winced at the pink envelope and opened it up.


Dear Mr. Snape,

All first time customers wishing to start an account with our establishment must come down to the shop personally to sign paperwork. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Adam Sweetmeats
Proprietor of Love Bites Beauty Shop

Severus scowled. Damn. He’d have to go down there. The Potions Master put the parchment back in the envelope and deposited it into his robes pocket. He then returned to his meal.

Hermione was looking at the wizard curiously. What did he know about Love Bites Beauty Shop? She couldn’t imagine the wizard interacting with Adam. Good gods. She sped up eating, hoping to catch Severus on the way back to the dungeons and ask him about the Beauty Shop.

After about ten minutes, the Potions Master finished his meal and exited the Great Hall. Hermione pushed away her plate and followed after him.

“Severus?” she called to the billowing figure in front of her. The Potions Master stopped and looked at her with an irritated expression.

“What is it, Hermione?” he asked snarkily as the witch walked up.

“I didn’t know you had dealings with the Love Bites Beauty Shop,” she said, fishing.

Severus started walking.

“And who says I do?” he shot back at her.

Damn, he didn’t want to tip the witch off. Blast that owl.

”I know that owl. It delivered the letter that said I won the Makeover contest. Adam Sweetmeats is the owner and worked on me personally. Have you met him?” she asked curiously.

“No,” Severus replied.

Hermione looked at his lank hair and smirked as she thought about how horrified Adam would be if the Potions Master walked into his shop.

“He’s quite a character. Are you planning on making an appointment for a treatment?” Hermione asked the wizard.

Severus whirled on her.

“A treatment? Are you mad? I don’t need any blasted treatment. Just because you were dissatisfied with your looks doesn’t mean I am. Yes, my hair is lank, my teeth are crooked, my nose is large and my skin is pale, but this is how I am…how nature made me. I am satisfied with my looks even if others think me hideous,” the wizard said darkly starting to walk again, glowering. “There is nothing I would change about myself.”

Hermione caught up with the wizard

“You aren’t hideous, Severus. Your face has a lot of character. You aren’t classically handsome, but you have a presence, a look all your own. Your eyes are beautiful and so is your voice. You move so fluidly too…like…like a big cat. There’s nothing wrong with your nose either. It fits you. In fact, you could be considered rather attractive in a dark, snarky way. I just asked if you were going to see Adam for a treatment. I didn’t mean you needed to,” she said. “You’d look strange if you changed anything about yourself.”

Severus drank in what the witch said. So, she didn’t think he was ugly. She liked his eyes, his voice, the way he moved. He might even go as far as to think she found him attractive. He didn’t know what to make of this. No witch had ever said these things to him before. All he ever heard was that he was ugly. Hermione wasn’t the kind of witch who would say such a thing if she didn’t mean it. He looked at her soberly.

“If you must know, I contacted the Beauty Shop to purchase a gift certificate for a treatment for an associate of mine as a gift,” he lied.

“A gift for an associate?” Hermione asked, disbelief in her voice. Tightwad Severus Snape sending someone a gift? The clouds were going to fall from the sky.

”Yes. An older woman…a friend of my late mother. We keep in contact. Her birthday is coming up and I know how you witches like this kind of thing,” the Potions Master said, keeping the lie up. “After seeing how well they cleaned you up, I figured that they were a fairly decent establishment.”

“Yes, Adam is very good,” Hermione said, her curiosity satisfied. “Are you going down there?”

They were approaching their rooms.

”I haven’t decided,” the wizard said shortly. He stopped at his office door.

”Well, if you do, tell Adam I said hello,” Hermione said, walking to her own rooms.

Severus didn’t reply. He just let himself in the office and closed the door behind him. Once inside, he let out a huge sigh. Why were all witches so blasted nosy? He hoped he had sated Hermione’s curiosity. The wizard did intend to go down to the Beauty Shop and purchase more shampoo and conditioner. But he didn’t need her knowing that.

He’d pay Adam a visit tomorrow.

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Thursday evening found Severus standing in front of a shop with heavily tinted windows, looking up at a sign that read:

Love Bites Beauty Shop

A red heart with a couple of chunks bitten out of it seemed to be the logo. Strange. He started to enter the shop when a tall, blonde pale wizard stepped in front of the entrance.

“This is a beauty shop,” Victor said, his eyes flicking over Severus.

At first, the vampire thought Severus was one of the undead was he stood outside, but adjusted his sight and saw the wizard’s heart beating strongly and rich red blood circulating through his veins. What was clear however, was that Victor disliked him on sight.

”So I read,” Severus replied evenly, “I would like to come in.”

The wizard seemed to bristle. Severus thought this man was too unfriendly to run an establishment like this.

”For a treatment? You need one,” the vampire said bluntly.

Now it was Severus’ turn to bristle. What was with this wizard? Was he trying to drive away his business?

“What I need,” Severus said evenly, “Is to purchase an item particular to this shop. If not for that, I would definitely leave and not look back. Now step aside.”

”We’re closing,” Victor said gripping the door about to slam it in the Potions Master’s face when an effeminate voice rang out.

“Victor? Victor who is it?” Adam called, walking toward the front of the shop.

Victor sighed and rolled his eyes. Damn.

“Someone wanting to buy something. I told him we are closing, my Queen. He can come back tomorrow,” the vampire replied, looking at Severus distastefully.

Adam bustled up in a flaming pink robe with blue stars and a tall pointed matching wizard’s hat.

“He will do no such thing, Victor. We don’t turn away customers or galleons,” the Queen said, then he looked at Severus and his jaw dropped.

“Oh my bloody ribbons. Come in, darling, come in here now,” he gushed.

Victor growled. He knew Adam would have this reaction to the wizard.

Severus hesitated for a moment, then swept into the shop, purposely brushing against Victor as he did so. The vampire let out a little snarl, flashing his fangs at the wizard. Severus’ eyes widened, and he looked from one vampire to the other. Quickly he pulled out his wand defensively.

“You’re vampires,” he said, scowling.

A Solaris spell ought to give him enough time to escape.

Adam fluttered his blue eyes at him.

“Right in one honey, but we are domesticated. As delicious as you are, I won’t be giving you a hickey…unless you ask me nicely,” the Queen replied. “We wouldn’t do much business if we went about turning our customers. You are perfectly safe, tall, pale and yummy.”

Victor was scowling blackly at Severus as Adam flirted with him. Suddenly the Potions Master understood that Victor must be this gay vampire’s lover and was protecting his territory. He needn’t have worried. The Potions Master certainly wasn’t going to fuck someone cold, dead and male. He put his wand away.

“You carry a certain jasmine-scent shampoo and conditioner. I am interested in purchasing two bottles of each. I received a letter saying I couldn’t put it on my account since I was not a customer,” Severus said to the vampire.

Adam looked at Severus’ lank hair. He certainly didn’t use those items. He looked at the wizard curiously a moment.

“Oh certainly, sweetness. We have plenty. Just follow me,” the Queen said, flouncing off into the shop proper. Severus followed, Victor close on his heels.

Adam reached in a drawer and pulled out a form on parchment and a muggle ink pen. He handed both to Severus. Their hands touched for a moment and the Potions Master fought back a shudder. The vampire’s hand was freezing cold. But Severus had experience with repressing reactions from his time with the Dark Lord. Voldemort’s touch had caused a similar reaction, and you didn’t shudder in the despot’s presence if you wanted to continue breathing.

”Please fill that out. Just some customer information for our records,” Adam said, sashaying over to the shampoo rack and collecting two bottles each of the jasmine shampoo and conditioner. Severus walked up to the counter and quickly filled out the form. It was basic. Name, age and address.

Adam handed the items to Victor and took the parchment out of Severus’ hand, reading it.

“Ah Hogwarts. I take it you are a Professor,” the Queen said walking to the checkout counter, followed by Severus and Victor, who set the items on the counter.

“Yes I am,” Severus replied, wishing the vampire would just tally up his purchase so he could get out of there. Victor was practically breathing down his neck, and he didn’t like him so close.

“I take it the shampoo isn’t for you?” Adam said nosily.

”No. For someone else,” Severus said obliquely.

Adam immediately knew who that someone else was. He had several clients at Hogwarts, and the only one who used this shampoo and conditioner was Hermione Granger. Obviously the pale wizard didn’t want to tell who it was for, so the vampire just stored the knowledge up. He tallied up the items.

“Three galleon and two knuts,” Adam said, holding out his hand rather limply. His eyes washed over Severus again. He surreptiously adjusted his sight and took a look at what the wizard was working with while Severus dug in his robes pocket for the coin.

“Merlin’s bobbling baubles!” the Queen hissed, clutching his heart as both Victor and Severus looked at him in surprise.

“Are you all right my Queen?” Victor asked, concern on his pale face.

“I’m fine, just fine Victor,” Adam said, fanning himself with his hand.

The wizard had one hell of a cock even flaccid. Pity he was straight. It was hard for Adam to use his sexual powers on straight men, not that Victor would have stood for it. He would tear the Potions Master into little bloody pieces before he’d let Adam get fucked by him. The chubby wizard was his Queen and very good to him. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him.

Adam collected the money from Severus and bagged his items, looking at the wizard coquettishly the entire time. Severus was more than uncomfortable. He felt absolutely nauseous as the vampire Queen gave him hot looks. He was never so glad to leave a shop in all his life.

Adam walked to the front of the shop and watched Severus billow away.

Was Hermione fucking him? She must be. Adam could tell that there was no way a wizard like that would set foot in a beauty shop to pick up supplies for a witch unless there was something in it for him.

If Hermione was fucking that strapped wizard, then the gods help her.

The vampire smirked as he thought about how lonely the witch had been. That wizard would more than make up for her years of solitude.

Maybe the gods had helped her after all.

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A/N: Uh oh. Adam knows only Hermione uses that shampoo. Hm. Severus purchasing it might come out later on. Victor was too funny. He’s so freaking jealous. Very sweet what Hermione told Severus about his looks, though she wasn’t trying to be. It seemed to have affected him somewhat, knowing she thought him attractive in a dark, snarky way.