The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 37 ~ Hermione Makes a Bold Move

Miles and Hermione’s date went wonderfully, with the wizard passionately whispering slightly naughty suggestions in the witch’s ear. Once again they went to the park and snogged and petted until they were wild for each other. They returned to Hogwarts, once again eyed by the vigilant Potions Master as they kissed their way into Hermione’s room. Once again, things got hot and heavy, both Miles and Hermione getting completely naked…and once again Miles cock failed him. He popped one of the blue pills, but still nothing happened. He took three more to no avail.

The wizard was at a loss. Here he had a beautiful, willing witch who wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and he couldn’t perform. He left, completely out of sorts, Hermione trying to comfort him as he stormed off.

As he walked across the Hogwarts grounds, the pills kicked in, giving him a very painful erection. The wizard had to go to St. Mungo’s to be treated. He threatened to sue the healer who gave him the pills but was told he had taken too many.

Miles was desperate. What the fuck was wrong with him? Or was it him?

The wizard was so upset that he did something completely out of character. He went to the brothel in Knockturn alley. He had never been there before, but told the Madam he wanted two clean, pristine girls and paid quite a few galleons for them. Miles still used protection however, and found that his cock operated just fine and several times on both witches. At least his faith in his own virility was restored. The wizard was sated and thoughtful after he left the brothel.

If it wasn’t him, it had to be Hermione. Something about the witch turned him off. He had surreptiously checked her for an impotence charm but the witch was clean. Obviously, the two of them were incompatible, and Miles, as good a man as he was, wasn’t willing to subject himself to failed tryst after failed tryst. The next day he sent Hermione a dozen roses thanking her for dating him, but informing her that he didn’t think it would work out between them.

Hermione cried for a little while. She had really liked Miles and believed they could have been good together. She hadn’t even got the chance to fuck him. He must have given up. The witch decided to go down to the Ministry on her lunch break and have a talk with the wizard. She did so.

Miles wasn’t happy to see Hermione. It meant he would have to tell her what he’d done to find out that he wasn’t impotent with other witches…just with her. Hermione’s eyes widened, then teared up as he told her the truth.

“I’m sorry, Hermione. I really am. I didn’t go to the brothel to hurt you, but I had to find out if I was impotent completely. It was driving me insane. It’s obvious that we aren’t compatible, and to be around you and not able to make love to you would be too painful for me. I hope you can understand,” the wizard said sincerely, taking her hand. He felt awful.

“I do, Miles. Thank you for trying to let me down easy,” she said, her eyes blinking rapidly.

“I wish it wasn’t this way…I really do, Hermione. My heart aches every time I look at you,” the Spells Master said, “But there is nothing for it.”

Hermione left the Ministry, feeling more alone than she ever had in her life. She returned to Hogwarts and walked down the dungeon corridor to her rooms. She didn’t return to her lab for the rest of the day, but sat curled up in an armchair, thinking about her situation. Did she turn men off?

Severus had been walking down the main stairwell from the infirmary when he saw Hermione entered. She looked like a whipped hippogriff. Her head was hanging and her shoulders were slumped. The witch looked utterly dejected.

He didn’t accost her this time. She simply looked too beaten up or broken down rather. He found he didn’t like her like that. It was as if all spirit had left her. The wizard found himself hoping that whatever was bothering her she would throw it off.

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Severus was finishing his rounds and descending the main stairwell. It was eleven o’clock at night. He paused as he saw a small, cloaked figure dart out the main doors. Even cloaked, he knew it was Hermione. Where was she going this time of night wrapped up as she was? A walk on the school grounds perhaps?

The wizard hesitated, then disillusioned himself and followed her.

Hermione hurried across the grounds, Severus behind her. It was clear she was going to the main gates. She was leaving Hogwarts. Severus cast a quick tracking charm on her so he could follow her when she apparated. She never felt it strike her billowing cloak.

The witch unwarded the gate, closed it back, cast a silencing spell around herself and disapparated.

The Potions Master ran, unwarded the gate and waited a few seconds before saying the invocation that would allow him to follow her, casting a silencing spell around himself and disapparating after the witch.

Where the hell was she going?

Severus was startled to find himself in front of Knockturn Alley, and removed the disillusionment spell. Hermione had illegally apparated in front of the dangerous area. Following the pull of the tracking charm, Severus walked down the alley, which was lined with all manner of unsavory individuals. Hermione must have kept her hood drawn and her wand at the ready to keep from being accosted. Eyes shifted toward the tall pale wizard, but no one dared accost Severus Snape. That was a good way to meet a sticky end.

Severus followed the pulse of the spell, which sped up when he was moving in the right direction and slowed when he was going the wrong way. He was very adept at using it. He had plenty of experience with tracking spells from when he was a spy. He stopped in front of a building, staring up at it in disbelief as the spell pulsed steadily.

Madame Myrtle’s House of Pleasure

Great Merlin’s Beard. What the hell was the witch doing here?

The Potions Master entered the brothel, pushing aside the gaudy beads that hung in the doorway and squinted against the smoke and glaring red lights. Women sat spread legged in chairs lining the walls, all looking at him. He walked past them to the main counter. He spied Hermione, still cloaked, talking to the Madam. He slipped closer, leaned against the wall and listened.

“You want a man?” the Madam said, both of her eyebrows raised. She could see Hermione’s face and the witch wasn’t ugly. She could easily find plenty of wizards who’d want to lay wand to her.

Hermione nodded.

“Yes. How much?” she asked nervously. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Neither could Severus.

Myrtle looked at Hermione for a moment.

“Sweetie, you’re gorgeous. Why would you buy cock when you can easily get it for free?” the witch asked her, waving off a patron who was trying to get a look at Hermione. “She’s not a hooker, George. Get out of here!”

Hermione hesitated, then decided to tell the witch the truth.

“I think I turn men off,” the Spells Mistress said.

It took five minutes for Myrtle to stop laughing long enough to find out Hermione was serious. Severus was scowling blackly. Leave it to the witch to decide to find out if she was every wizard’s nightmare. Good gods.

“Maybe something was wrong with him, dearie,” Myrtle said.
It wasn’t that the Madam was against making a few galleons off of Hermione, but it seemed…well…wrong to take advantage of the young woman. The shrewd Madam could tell the witch had hardly been touched. Hermione would have brought a pretty penny if she worked at the brothel. Top galleon.

”No. He came here and bought two girls for the night. He was able to handle them both,” Hermione said, her voice trembling.

Severus cursed under his breath. Why did the idiot tell her that? Oh this situation was bad. But then again…even the most talented gigolo wouldn’t be able to maintain an erection with her.

Severus’ wicked side came to the fore quickly.

“Oh. I see,” Myrtle said, looking at Hermione sympathetically. “But my dear, if one of my boys is able to get it up for you, are you willing to go through with it?

Hermione looked shocked for a moment, then her brow crinkled.

“Are they any good?” she asked in a low voice, looking around as she did so, embarrassed.

Myrtle smiled lasciviously.

”They are all very good, though I have a certain one in mind for you. He is very kind, very gentle…unless you don’t want him to be. His name is Georgio. Tall, blonde, well-built with the most amazing blue eyes. He’s a favorite with the witches. He seems more of a lover than a paid wizard. I think you’d like him. I know he’d like you. Most of the witches he deals with are a bit over the hill, another testament to his virility,” Myrtle said, “But he’s expensive. Twenty galleons for an hour.”

Severus let out a low whistle. Georgio must be some stud. Most witches here only cost three galleons to fuck. Severus knew the price list.

”Can I get my money back if he doesn’t perform?” Hermione asked.

Myrtle shook her head.

“You are paying for his time. No refunds on that, Missy. I’m sorry. I’d be refunding every prematurely ejaculating wizard in the place if I gave returns on unsatisfactory performances,” the Madame said.

Hermione nodded then hesitated. She realized she was randy as hell after all the disappointments with Miles. No one would know. What could it hurt to have casual sex with an expert lover? She’d done it before with Severus after all, though she wasn’t sure he was an expert. She had no one to compare him to.

“Is he clean? No STDs?” Hermione asked.

”Yes he is, though he will use protection. It is virtually undetectable however. Georgio can afford the best in magical condoms. He will pass an STD wand over himself and you as well as cast a contraceptive spell on you before you get started. That way you will both know if you are clean, and will be covered should the condom break. He will know immediately and replace it however. His cock will heat up uncomfortably,” Madame Myrtle said reassuringly.

The Madame had instituted the wand examination rule since the outbreak of STD’s that hit her brothel a few months ago. She was almost ruined and sprung for several hundred STD detecting wands. She sent them in periodically for updates as well. Her employees were clean.

Hermione looked indecisive for a moment, twisting her hands a little.

“Ok,” she said in a small voice, “I’ll try Georgio.”

”Good choice. Now, put the galleons in that box right there,” Myrtle said, pointing to a decorative box with a slot in the top resting on the counter.

Hermione dug in her purse and dropped the galleons in one at a time. Numbers appeared on top of the box, counting the coins and dinging when she reached twenty.

Severus shook his head. Hermione Granger paying for cock. What a scandal this could be…might even be good blackmail fodder. He’d have to think about that.

Myrtle handed Hermione a key. A large number fourteen dangled on a heart shaped piece of wood.

“Just go up those stairs, and let yourself in the room. Georgio will join you momentarily. Good luck,” Myrtle said to the witch.

Hermione looked up the stairs and at all the people milling around the base of it. Many were quite unsavory looking.

“Oh, don’t worry about being harassed dearie. Only those with keys can go up those stairs. You are fine,” Myrtle said, shooing her.

Hermione hesitated, then took a deep breath and picked her way through the crowd and walked quickly up the stairs. It almost looked like she was running. Myrtle chuckled.

“Such an innocent,” she thought. “Well, Georgio will be good to her at any rate. Imagine, thinking she turns wizards off. If she were one of my girls she’d make me a fortune.”

”Hello Myrtle,” a silky voice said to her. She recognized it immediately.

“Professor Snape! I haven’t seen you in ages,” she said to the wizard, smiling.

“I’ve been busy,” he said shortly. “I feel like watching tonight.”

Myrtle’s green eyes glittered. Watching usually cost more than actual fucking. Every room was equipped with a two-way mirror which was accessible by corridors located between the rooms. This was meant to protect the employees, but was used by the occasional voyeur that came through.

“That could be arranged, Professor,” the witch said.

“Yes, I imagine it can. I want to watch the witch that just went up the stairs,” the Potions Master said.

“She’s practically a virgin. It’s going to cost you to watch Georgio giving her a thorough breaking in. Seventy-five galleons,” the witch said.

If the freaky wizard wanted to see the witch get fucked badly enough, he’d pay it…after bickering. Severus was known for haggling…but so was Myrtle. But to the Madame’s surprise he simply said, “Put it on my account.”

Myrtle checked her records to see if Severus’ account was still open. It was. She made a magical pass over the piece of parchment and the fee was charged. She waved him behind the counter.

“Come with me,” she said, leading Severus into her private office and pressing on a panel. The wall slid open on a corridor.

“Take the stairs on the left to the first floor. There are signs telling what room is located where. Your young lady is in room fourteen. There is a chair and a bucket. Please scourgify the bucket if you use it,” Myrtle said.

Severus wrinkled his nose at her. He was not about to wank off into a bucket.

“Thank you,” he said tersely, walking into the opening. Myrtle hit the panel again and closed it back.

The wizard walked down the corridor a bit and turned left towards the stairs and mounted them. At the top there were three corridors, one in front, one on the left and one on the right. There were signs on each. He walked down the one that read: Rooms ten through twenty.

As he walked he passed rooms whose inhabitants were engaged in all manner of sex. One room had a goat in it, and a girl with a riding crop, and a fat wizard eating out of what looked like a muggle dog dish. Whatever he was eating, Severus didn’t want to know. He hurried past. Finally he reached room fourteen and looked in.

Hermione was seated on a king-sized four-poster bed. The room was quite nice, tastefully done up in blue and white satin. A pitcher of ice water and two glasses sat on the night stand. The witch had lowered her hood and looked very scared. She was twisting her hands together and looking around the room. Gods, she looked delicious sitting there, frightened, waiting to be fucked.

Severus would be in a very foul mood if he didn’t know the wizard wouldn’t be able to fuck her. Most likely he would have dragged the witch out of there, brought her back to Hogwarts, put her in the shower with him so he could wash her hair, then fucked the shit out of her himself. As it stood, he was in for a show. What kind of show, he wasn’t sure. Most likely one that would leave the witch quite distressed. Hermione was bound to think something was wrong with her. Hell, this might work out in his favor. She would probably come to him next and ask how he was able to get it up for her. He could imagine his answer.

“Like this.”

Severus sat down in the little wooden chair provided and kicked the bucket away without looking in it. Hermione nervously stood up and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were shaking badly. Suddenly the door opened and Hermione spun.

A very tall, tanned, well-built blonde wizard with long braided hair and blue eyes entered. He was dressed in a brown suede vest with tassles hanging from it. It was open and he wore no shirt underneath, his muscles rippling. He wore loose-fitting white cotton trousers, had an eight-pack and looked as hard as stone. The gigolo looked at Hermione rather surprised for a moment, then gave her a very pleasant, reassuring smile.

“Well, hello,” Georgio said, his blue eyes twinkling at the witch. He didn’t approach her. He could see she was scared to death. It was easy to tell the witch was fresh out the box.

“Hello,” Hermione said nervously as her amber eyes washed over the wizard. He was certainly handsome. Gorgeous actually.

“My, aren’t you a pleasant surprise. I usually have to brush the cobwebs off the witches I normally get. Old, rich and randy as all get out,” he said to Hermione, who blushed.

Georgio hadn’t ever seen any witch blush at Madame Myrtle’s. He looked Hermione over without seeming to do so, noting she was very curvaceous under her cloak. Yes, he was going to enjoy this.

“Is this your first time?” he asked her.

“No, I’ve had sex before,” Hermione replied, then reddened even more as the wizard chuckled.

“I meant is this your first time with a wizard in this manner?” he asked her, drawing a small wand out of his back pocket.

“Oh. Oh, yes,” Hermione said, watching as the wizard passed the wand over his loins, the tip of the wand a bright green.

“I’m showing you I don’t have any STDs,” the wizard said, “The tip would turn red if I wasn’t clean. Now I have to do you. Don’t worry, I don’t have to touch you,” he said gently, approaching Hermione carefully. She looked ready to run.

Georgio slowly passed the wand over her pelvic area at a respectable distance.

“Clean too,” he said smiling at her, before flicking the wand at her navel and whispering a spell. Hermione felt a whirling movement inside and realized he had cast a contraceptive spell on her. The wizard set the wand on the nightstand and looked at the witch. He only had an hour with her. He would have liked to have taken more time with the witch, but he had a deadline to meet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at her.

“Nervous?” he asked Hermione.

“Yes,” she said in a small voice.

Georgia and Severus both felt a throb in their trousers at the witch’s hesitance and shyness. For Georgio, bedding such a witch wouldn’t be work at all.

“There’s no need to be nervous. What’s your name?” he asked her.

“Lisa,” Hermione lied.

Both Georgio and Severus smirked. The gigolo knew she was lying. She wasn’t very good at it. But that was to be expected. No one ever gave the employees their real names unless they were regulars. He didn’t know why the witch had to resort to a brothel, but he wasn’t supposed to ask personal questions.

”Well Lisa, we only have an hour together. We can talk or we can…enjoy each other,” the wizard said. “Please. Sit down. I won’t bite you…if you don’t want me to.”

Georgio gave her a sexy smirk, and Hermione felt a little reaction to him. He really was a fine specimen of a wizard. Oh, that body. He looked as if he’d been lightly oiled. She sat down on the bed, her hands on her lap as if they didn’t know where to go.

Severus scowled. That wasn’t the language he would have used. He would have said, “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Ah well, everyone had their own approach to these matters.

”Um…I didn’t come here to talk,” Hermione said, her voice cracking a little as she reddened again.

Georgio smiled.

“You have beautiful hair. May I touch it?” he asked her softly.

Hermione nodded.

Georgio reached over and lifted her curls appreciatively, then let his hand slowly slide down the witch’s cheek.

“Absolutely lovely. It smells of jasmine,” he said as Hermione looked up at him. He was very handsome, and not frightening at all. She relaxed a little.

“That’s right. You’re in good hands, Lisa. Very good hands,” the wizard purred.

Georgia leaned in and kissed Hermione’s forehead lightly. She closed her eyes at the softness of his lips and trembled a little as she felt warmth beginning to spread. Her randiness was returning. Georgio could feel her warming and slid closer. He kissed her closed eyes next, then her nose, then her mouth with a soft, sensual kiss that made the witch let out a little moan and scoot closer to him.

Severus watched, feeling a stab of jealousy in his belly as the witch responded to the gigolo’s gentle kisses. Is that what she wanted?

Georgio continued to kiss Hermione, his hands untying her cloak and letting it drop to the bed. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt underneath.

“I want to hold you,” the wizard said against her lips, wrapping his strong arms around Hermione and pulling her against his hard body, deepening the kiss as he did so, flicking his tongue against her lips and slipping it into her mouth. She was quaking, and the gigolo loved it.

Severus, on the other hand hated it. He didn’t do much foreplay and had pretty much forgotten about it. The wizard might not be able to fuck her, but he could give her pleasure. Severus hoped he didn’t eat the witch out. The draught couldn’t protect her from that. Shit.

He watched as Georgio slipped off his vest and took Hermione’s hands and placed them against his chest, moving them slowly until the witch started exploring him on her own. Severus couldn’t help but remember the witch’s hands running over his body. The Potions Master began to drift off on his own tangent when there was a sound and he looked to see Georgio had the witch down, kissing her passionately, his hands sweeping up and down her thighs.

Shit he was moving fast. His lips were moving over Hermione’s throat now, and the witch was beginning to arch up, her desire growing and inhibitions dropping. Severus watched as the wizard swept one hand up the witch’s waist and around the curve of her breast. Hermione groaned, her knickers becoming wet.

“You’re a passionate little witch,” Georgio said, his voice muffled against her throat. Suddenly he sat up and pulled Hermione up with him. He pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans.

“Lift your arms, Lisa,” he breathed at her, his gentle blue eyes hot and hungry. Hermione gave him a half-lidded look and obeyed, Severus’ nostrils flaring as she did so. Gods he wished it were him in number fourteen rather than a paid cock. What was so bad was the wizard was acting more like a lover than a stud. Shit. Hermione might want to come back here.

No. No she wouldn’t…not with what was going to happen when the wizard tried to fuck her. She’d think something was wrong with her for certain.

Severus watched as Georgio undid her bra, the witch’s lovely breasts tumbling out, puckered and suckable. The wizard wasted no time kissing and licking them, Hermione in a total state of meltdown. So what if she was paying for this? Georgio was definitely worth it. Who knew? Maybe she’d become a regular.

Georgio was moving faster than he normally would have. He wanted to fuck this witch for as long as possible. He sat up, Hermione reaching for him as he removed her trainers and socks, then he stood, leaning over the undulating witch, undoing her jeans and pulling them down, along with her knickers. His trousers instantly tented as he looked down on her chestnut bush.

Severus’ cock was straining against his trousers also as he looked at Hermione naked again. He felt like breaking through the glass and claiming her himself. But that would never work. Plus he’d have one hell of a fight getting out of the brothel if he did that. Myrtle had hired goons as well, just for disorderly patrons.

Georgio kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his trousers and boxers, Hermione staring up at his gorgeous body. Damn, he had an equally gorgeous cock, pink, erect, thick and long, rising from a nest of curly blonde hair. He wasn’t as big as the Potions Master, but he was very well hung. Severus nearly snarled as he saw the wizard’s goods. He was hard as a rock and dripping. That damn draught better work.

“Move up into the bed,” Georgio said to Hermione as he cast the spell for the magical condom. The sex-starved witch complied as if under the Imperious curse. Hermione cocked her legs and held out her arms to the wizard, her amber eyes smoldering. Severus hissed as the wizard climbed on top of her.

Georgio nestled his cock between her legs.

“Gentle or not so gentle, Lisa?” he whispered to her.

“Just do it,” the witch hissed back hungrily. "Any way you can."

Georgio smirked. Yes, she was ready and randy all right. This was going to be good.

The wizard moved down a bit to position himself at her entrance, gripped his organ, then hesitated.

Severus smiled broadly at the perplexed look on the wizard’s face. Take that Mr. Gigolo.
Georgio shifted sideways and fingered his now flaccid cock.

”What’s going on here?” he asked, looking down at Hermione as her face took on a tormented look.

“Oh no. Not again,” she groaned.

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A/N: Yeah, I had to go here. Lololol. Severus is something else. Poor Hermione. Poor Georgio. Man, this is a blast to write. Hahaha. Please leave a review for this chapter. Thanks.