The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 38 ~ Seeking Answers to Difficult Questions

A shadowed figured watched as a small witch departed Madam Myrtle’s brothel. The witch was walking quickly, apparently distracted. She didn’t look as if she belonged in Knockturn Alley. Probably a new whore. Hm.

Hermione walked quickly toward the exit of Knockturn Alley. She was so out of sorts, she forgot to raise her hood. Suddenly a hand shot out of a dark doorway and grabbed her strongly by the arm, jerking her around.

“Leaving work, eh witch. How about a freebie for old Maurice? Been a little short on galleons, but I’m long on cock,” the wizard breathed. His face was pale and pockmarked, and he had cruel brown eyes. His fetid breath washed over Hermione, who looked up at him her eyes alight with wrath and misplaced aggression. Other figures began moving out of the shadows toward the witch. Severus was leaving the brothel and saw the witch’s predicament.

“Shit!” he breathed, taking out his wand. He was going to have to help her and expose himself. Fuck. He began to run.

He needn’t have bothered.

“A freebie? Here’s a freebie for you!” Hermione snarled pulling out her wand so fast her hand was a blur as she stupefied the brute right between the eyes, ripping her arm out of his grasp as he fell.

“You’re fucking lucky I don’t Crucio you, you bloody bastard!” she screamed at the fallen masher, kicking him hard in the head a couple of times.

The approaching figures quickly melted back into the shadows. Whoever this pretty little outsider was, she was not to be fucked with. The witch was vicious.

Severus skidded to a stop, his black eyes wide with shock as he watched the witch drop and assault her attacker before storming away down the alley, hair streaming. No one made a move to stop her. Severus stopped by the wizard, recognizing him as a former deatheater. He had a very nasty bruise around his eye, courtesy of the little spitfire that dropped him. Severus shook his head.

Damn, Hermione was in a right temper.

The wizard hurried after her and heard the crack of apparition. Hermione hadn’t even bothered to place a silencing spell around herself. She could get quite a fine for that if caught. But it was late, and Knockturn Alley. Auror response was lax in this area at this time of night. She probably got away with it. Still, Severus placed a silencing spell on himself before he disapparated after the witch.

He arrived at Hogwarts to see Hermione walking quickly across the grounds. He unwarded the gates and followed her. Instead of going through the main doors, he turned and used the secret dungeon corridor entrance, and made it to his rooms before Hermione made it to her own.

Severus walked out of his bedroom and straight to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a good stiff drink. He sat down in one of the armchairs and took a long swallow of the fiery liquid. He could only have one. It was a school night after all.

When Georgio failed to fuck Hermione, she hurriedly pushed him off her, got dressed, and fled the brothel, leaving the stunned wizard behind. But Georgio was no Miles. He knew nothing was wrong with him, but that there was probably some kind of spell on the witch. He had no idea Hermione was a Spells Mistress and had tested herself for spells to no avail. But the gigolo quickly moved on to his next customer, a regular of about ninety years of age, who he ravaged the moment he walked into the room (much to her delight)…just to make sure everything was in working order. It was.

The witch was definitely troubled now. Severus hoped she would cease looking for sexual partners now and come to him. It was the most logical move after all. As far as Hermione knew, Severus was the only wizard able to complete the sex act with her. She’d want to know why, and since he hadn’t been actively pursuing her, the witch had no reason to think that he had anything to do with her situation. So technically he was in the clear.

The best thing he could suggest was that they see if he could still have sex with her. It would be better if she suggested it however. It would have to happen in her rooms this time, so he could go into the bathroom and switch the shampoo and conditioner. It would be an easy thing to get Hermione into the shower after the switch, wash her hair with the regular shampoo and conditioner and then…fuck her within an inch of her life.

It was the perfect plan.

Severus smirked as he finished his firewhiskey. It seemed his plan had worked perfectly. The witch would be his again.

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Hermione let herself into her rooms, walked into her study and sunk down into the armchair facing the fireplace and stared at the flames for several minutes. First Miles, then Georgi. Neither wizard was able to complete the sex act with her. Miles could have been dysfunctional, but Georgio made a living fucking witches. Neither looks nor age affected him. Maybe there was something she did subconsciously that turned men off. To date, the only one who had managed to give her a satisfactory sexual experience was Severus. And Hermione had found that exciting as the snarky wizard had been, he was sadly lacking in technique as far as foreplay went. Both Miles and Georgio has been very ardent and passionate, working her up gently to her need. Severus just plowed through, meeting his own desires, Hermione simply hanging on, her responses torn from her. Not that Severus wasn’t passionate…he was extremely passionate, but he was selfish and looked primarily toward his own pleasure. He asked her if she liked what he was doing, but that was to stoke his own ego.

But he was able to stay excited long enough to fuck her when the others failed. She needed to know how he managed it. Was there something he thought of to stay aroused, or had they done something different in some way. Maybe only truly selfish wizards could fuck her.

Hermione sighed.

She had to get to the bottom of this and soon. She was randy enough to bite chunks of stone out of the castle walls. There was no way around this. She would have to talk to Severus.

Hermione hissed as a powerful pulse of desire shot between her thighs. Her eyes glistened as need thrummed through her body. The close encounters of the past couple of weeks had increased her libido. She needed male contact badly. She almost wished she had remained a virgin…then she wouldn’t know what she was missing, what she was craving.

Hermione sighed.

Damn. She might have to do more than talk to the Potions Master.

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Hermione saw Severus exiting his rooms at the same time she did. He glanced at her, but didn’t say anything…his usual morning acknowledgement. He billowed up the hall. Hermione looked after him, but made no move to talk to him yet. She would have to get up her courage. She knew the Potions Master would get a real kick out of her telling him he was the only wizard who managed to penetrate her, much less fuck her, and would probably draw out the conversation unbearably long.

The worst part was that the witch was randy and most likely…gods, she didn’t want to think about it. Severus had said what happened between them was only a one-time tryst. Would he treat her like he did Sybil if she hinted at wanting to have sex with him? Tell her in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want her in his bed again?

A cold feeling washed across Hermione’s gut at the possibility of the wizard’s rejection. No doubt it would bring him great pleasure to turn her away. The Potions Master was perverse like that. She’d be regulated to the place of all the other witches he’d fucked then forgotten.

She entered the Great Hall with a somber look on her face, her eyes cutting toward the Professor as she walked behind him on her way to her seat. Minerva, Aurora and Rolanda were seated already. Pomona hadn’t yet arrived. She went out on a mid-week date with Harold the night before. Maybe she had gotten lucky.

Hermione took her seat and gave the others a half-hearted greeting, ordering some porridge, toast and orange juice. A light meal. This meant she was troubled. In fact, the witch had been looking quite out of sorts the past couple of weeks, but try as they might, the other staff members couldn’t get anything out of her…not even the details of her dates with Miles.

“He hasn’t checked her depth yet,” Rolanda said to the others after Hermione declined to give any details, “And she’s upset about it. I know the signs, believe me. Nothing like a hot, dissatisfied twat to put a witch on edge, let me tell you.”

The Flying teacher had Hermione pegged all right, and suspected that was still the case. The witch was sexually frustrated. The witches all thought she wanted to lose her virginity. They had no idea the Professor had already completed the harvest. Hermione couldn’t bring herself to tell them, thinking they would be horrified. But after Poppy laid it on the line that night, the witches just would have been happy for her. But there was no way Hermione knew that.

Severus ate his breakfast with gusto. He could practically feel Hermione, though she was showing no outward signs of any interest in him. But the wizard had known the witch for years, since she was a child. The Potions Master despite his coldness was quite perceptive and attuned to those he worked in close contact with, which was why he was so adept in divining what students were up to even when they appeared innocent…and always why he was such a good spy when he worked for the Order. In Hermione’s case, he had been closer to her than most and that subtle connection affected him, though he either couldn’t or didn’t want to admit it. Or admit that he was going out of his way to keep the witch for himself.

When Hermione had told him that he didn’t need to change anything about himself and described what she found attractive about him, there had been a subtle appreciative shift in the wizard. Hermione had expressed something positive about him as a man other than his sexual prowess. Up to this point, Severus believed all witches appreciated about him was his cock and how he used it. Hermione was the first to say otherwise. He believed her to be sincere.

When the wizard took her again, despite his wicked intentions to turn her into a quivering lump of flesh, her perception of him would be in the back of his mind and as a result, he was bound to be more mindful of Hermione when he took her, whether he realized this or not.

The cold, disciplined and solitary Severus Snape was starting to break down.

It was a shame he couldn’t see the signs of his own collapse or feel the beginnings of his own internal makeover.

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It was after lunch when Hermione finally found the courage to approach the Potions Master. She carefully timed her meal to end when his did, and when the pale wizard left the Great Hall, she followed him…her heart pounding. She waited for him to turn down the dungeon corridor before she hailed the wizard. Severus turned, his dark eyes resting on the witch soberly.

At last.

Hermione walked up to him. She couldn’t address the situation in the corridor.

“Um, Severus…I wonder if you might come by my rooms tonight so we can talk. I have a situation and am hoping you can give me some answers,” the witch said, her voice quavering.

Severus let his gaze slowly wash over the witch, making her feel very vulnerable and uncomfortable.

“Are you propositioning me, Hermione? Inviting me to your rooms under the guise of having a talk, then attempting to have your wicked way with me?” he purred at her silkily. “Tell me, are the answers you are looking for…physical?”

“Yes…no…well…I don’t know really. It’s just some very odd things have been happening with wizards that…that didn’t happen with you and I need to try and find out what the differences are with you and other wizards,” she said, feeling as if she couldn’t explain herself properly.

Severus arched an eyebrow.

“Well I am one-of-a-kind, Hermione,” he said in a low voice. “Few wizards can compare to me.”

Pompous git.

“Be that as it may Severus…will you come talk to me?” she asked him, looking at him with wide amber eyes.

Severus felt a throb in his trousers and was glad he had on his robes as he began to swell. Hell yes, he’d come, but talking was the last thing on his mind.

“I’ll have to think about it,” he said evenly, “if I decide to come…what time?” the Potions Master asked. He wanted to keep the witch off-balance.

“Is eight too late?” she asked him.

“No, IF I decide to come,” he replied, implying that he might not.

Severus walked up to his office door and Hermione continued to her own rooms. Severus looked down the corridor at her.

“Hermione, I hope you aren’t trying to pull a Sybil on me,” he said with a growl. “We both know how that turned out.”

He let himself into his office with a wicked smirk. That would definitely keep the witch from thinking he had ulterior motives.

Hermione scowled at the wizard’s disappearing robes and let herself into her rooms. Severus was so insufferable. Why oh why did she have to be so randy for him? She did have questions for the Potions Master, but she also wanted what he could give her. Relief.

Damn. Life just wasn’t fair.

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A/N: Hm. Hermione was in quite a state when she left the brothel. Poor ex-deatheater. Lol at her kicking him in the head. Rofl. Severus is toppling…he just doesn’t realize it. Sooo, they are going to ‘talk’ tonight eh? Severus is milking this situation for all he’s worth…playing hard to get until the end. Bad, bad Slytherin. Lol. Please review.