Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 4 ~ Oops. A Change of Plans

Hermione folded the magazine and sat it down on the table, letting her black eyes drift over the Potions Master. She focused on his hair, which was practically one big tangle.

"Your hair…what about my hair? You couldn't locate a brush for gods' sakes?" she said silkily, scowling at him.

"I demand you give me the antidote, right now witch…or I'll…" Severus seethed, his small fists clenched.

Hermione rose slowly and stalked toward him. His long, lean body took a bit of getting used to. It was very strong, but she felt awkward as if the weight distribution was all wrong. She was used to breasts. And when she sat down, her butt bones seemed to come into direct contact with whatever she was sitting on. There was next to no cushion.

"Or you'll what?" Hermione asked the wizard, towering over him, her eyes narrowed.

"How dare you threaten me with my own body!" Severus said, pushing the witch.

But Hermione's body had little power and the witch didn't budge. Instead, she smirked at him. She slid one long pale finger under his chin.

"You're lucky I'm not you, Severus, or I'd be fucking you right now," she purred.

"What?" Severus blustered, backing up from the witch. "I have no desire to have a cock stuck in me, Hermione. Particularly my own. Now turn my body back over to me this minute!"

What Hermione said made the wizard quite nervous. He had never been on the receiving end of a cock, and based on what he did to witches, he never wanted to experience it for himself.

Hermione gave a low, wicked chuckle. She looked absolutely ridiculous in the fluffy pink robe, but still had the upper hand. She cocked her head at the wizard.

"I don't know. I kind of like having your body. It's so strong," she said, caressing her pale chest sexily. "Lean…powerful."

"Take your hands off me," Severus seethed. "I despise your body. It's awkward, weak and unbalanced. You have all the strength of a kitten. Plus your breasts and ass are too large. How do you even get around like this without toppling on your face?"

Severus was feeling a breast as he spoke.

"Stop that!" Hermione huffed, smacking his hand away. "There is nothing wrong with my breasts or my ass. You just don't have the grace to carry them properly."

Severus looked at Hermione with a wicked gleam in his amber eyes. So…she didn't want him touching her body eh? The wizard stepped back a few paces and began squeezing both breasts, smiling at Hermione as he did so.

Hermione's face turned bright red.

"You stop that right now, Severus Snape! Stop feeling up my body!" she yelled at him, her fists clenching.

Severus slapped himself on the ass, pursing his lips at her.

"Actually, it's my body for the moment. If I want to have a little fun with it, well…then that's my prerogative. I never did really peek under these robes…" he said, starting to hike them up. "It's been seven years since I've seen your…errr…my goodies."

As the wizard bared his legs, raising the robes higher and higher, Hermione felt the urge to wrap her long fingers around Severus' throat and just squeeze until his eyes popped out of his head. It was a very violent thought, probably a side effect of being inside a body that was used to violence.

"All right. All right. I'll give you the antidote. Just stop fondling yourself…I mean me," she said.

Severus lowered his robes, grinning rather wickedly.

Hermione sighed and walked over to the table and picked up the syringe, Severus looking on with interest as she rolled up her sleeve. His eyes fell on the antidote and he walked over and went to pick it up to examine it.

"What are you doing?" Hermione yelled at him, making a grab for the bottle at the same time.

The bottle tipped off the table, fell to the floor and shattered.

Both witch and wizard looked at the smashed elixir. Hermione's pale face went even paler. She looked up at Severus.

"Why did you do that you idiot?" she hissed at him.

"I simply wanted to look at it. You were the one who overreacted," he spat back.

Hermione threw her hands up.

"That was the last bit of antidote I had. I have to brew more now…and the brewing takes a month to complete!" she agonized.

Severus' heart almost stopped.

"What? A month?" he cried, scowling at her. "What kind of moronic twit experiments with a potion of this nature when she has next to no antidote available?"

Before she knew what she was doing, Hermione was on Severus backing him up against the wall, trapping him against it with her body. White-hot anger made her belly tighten and she had to make a powerful effort to keep her hands at her sides as she scowled down at the wizard. She really had the urge to hurt him.

"Don't …call…me…names," she growled at him, her nostrils flaring and eyes hard as stone.

Severus stared up at her, and felt fear wash over him. It wasn't a normal response for the wizard…it must be her body's response to being threatened.

"I'm…I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, aware of the hardness of his body against Hermione's softness. It was almost overpowering.

Hermione could snap him in half if she wanted. He wondered if her reactions were being affected by being in his body.

Hermione regained control and backed off, staring at him.

"My gods," she said, "I just got so angry. I felt like I wanted to kill you. And all you did was call me a twit."

Severus' heart was pounding so fast he had to catch his breath. This was something the witch hadn't figured in her experiment. Their personalities or souls may have switched, but their bodies retained their reactionary natures.

Severus was very disciplined and could control his urge to lash out at others when he was angered or displeased. He'd had to do it all his life. There had been many times he wanted to hurt someone, but held his peace. Life had made him a violent man. But he was used to controlling his reactions.

Hermione was not. And this made her dangerous.

"Hermione, we'd better sit down," he suggested.

The witch turned and looked at him with haunted black eyes. Severus knew that look well from his mirror during his service to the Dark Lord when he had returned to Hogwarts or his home after witnessing some abomination.

"Sit down," he said again softly.

Hermione sat down in the armchair. Severus cautiously approached and sat down on the sofa across from the witch.

"Hermione, obviously this elixir of yours switches the personality only. Your reaction to me is reflective of my own aggressive nature, a nature I had to learn to control. When you trapped me against the wall, I became very frightened…that is not my nature…that is yours," he said, "We have a very big problem here. Not me as much, because my discipline transferred with me…but you witch, you have no such control. You never developed it because you never needed it."

Hermione looked at him.

"But I am disciplined. I prove it all the time with my work, the amount of time I spend doing it, focusing on it…the things I give up for it, my studies…my research" she began.

"That is a different kind of discipline, Hermione. You have mental discipline for matters of the mind. You need more than that now. I've lived a brutal, violent life, and my body is attuned to that kind of life," Severus said his eyes leveled on the witch trapped in his body.

"Hermione, you have to start on that antidote immediately. You are a walking bomb. You have to return to your body and give me back mine as soon as possible, before you do something that ends up sending you and my body to Azkaban. Is there any way you can speed up the brewing process?"

Hermione shook her head.

"No, not without compromising the antidote," she replied. Then she let her head fall into her hand. "I should have done a controlled experiment, damn it. I just…just wanted to get you back so much. I thought my observations with the nifflers and horned toads gave me enough information where I could safely test the elixir on humans."

Severus eyed her a moment.

"You forgot a very important element, Hermione. People may act like animals, but they are not animals. We are more complex. It is our minds that keep our bodies in check, our minds that raise us above the animal nature. Our minds are attuned to the body's instinctual and reactionary facets. We've had a lifetime to gain control of our individual being. If you put an unfamiliar mind in another body, it has to learn that body before it can control it. If the body has strong reactions, more than likely it will overpower the mind. Your mind is not ready for my body, witch. My body has gone through turmoil you have never experienced. You may not be able to control yourself if you become too angry," Severus said.

He didn't bring up her sexual responses. He had powerful urges…no doubt his body would still have them. It was used to relatively frequent sex…albeit with different witches. He had never settled down to one, but continued to live as he did when under the Dark Lord's thumb. It was hard to break old habits. He liked his witches hot and easy. Then he thought of something.

"We have another problem, Hermione. We both have lives to live. I have an assistant at Hogwarts but that does not relieve me of my duties as a teacher and a head of house. You have a job at the Ministry and have an obligation to fulfill. Currently we are both neglecting our duties. We are going to have to fill each other's shoes until we can switch back," he said. "We can't report this. You know uncontrolled experimentation can result in your certification being pulled. You could lose your degree…"

Here the Professor's amber eyes glinted.

"…not that you don't deserve to lose it. I can't believe you did this to me. But if you left the field of Potions, then I know it will be many years before advances will be made, and I'm tired of the stagnation. So I won't say anything…but you'll owe me for my silence," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Hermione looked up at him.

Dear gods. Not again.

"Owe you what?" she asked him, already anticipating the answer. The bastard still hadn't changed.

"We'll discuss that when we are back in our rightful bodies," he replied evenly.

Severus didn't want to get Hermione worked up by telling her he intended to fuck her again. Boy, did she deserve a good hard ass reaming for this indignity. But he held his tongue. The witch could have a violent reaction and end up beating him. In Hermione's body he didn't stand a chance of defending himself physically.

Hermione looked at him a long moment, then sighed.

"I can't fucking believe this. I'm back under your thumb again. It's like a nightmare," Hermione said, scowling.

Severus wanted to tell her if she had left well enough alone, she wouldn't be in this situation and neither would he. Now he had to live out the next month pretending to be her. Then, Ron came to mind. Shit.

"Speaking of nightmares, your paramour Ronald Weasley wants to come over tonight and play 'pretend' with me," Severus said, "Now what are you going to do about that?"

Hermione looked at him rather indignantly.

"Ron is not my paramour. He is just a friend…with privileges," she replied.

Hearing that statement coming out of his own mouth made the wizard want to gag.

"Well, those privileges are supposed to be with you, not me," the wizard said angrily.

Hermione smirked as she imagined Ron fucking the Professor. Oh, that would be payback for both her and the red-haired wizard, though she was sure Ron would want to castrate himself if he ever found out.

Severus didn't like that smirk.

"Don't even think about it. You have to get him to back off me," the Potions Master said, spreading his legs a bit and scratching his crotch through his robes

"Don't do that! You don't have a cock!" Hermione seethed.

Severus looked down then looked at her sheepishly.

"Sorry. Habit, I guess," he said.

Hermione frowned at his treatment of her body then continued their conversation.

"Anyway, how am I supposed to get him to back off you? Just tell him no. Ron will understand. I tell him no all the time," the witch said.

Severus did not want to go through the ordeal of Ron begging him for pussy. Wizards just didn't take 'no' from witches they were already fucking. A concerted effort would be made to breach his walls before Ron gave up. Severus wasn't going to stand for that.

"Fine. I'll hex him then," Severus said darkly.

That would take care of the problem perfectly.

"Later you can tell him you were suffering from PFS," the wizard added.

Hermione scowled at him.

"That's PMS, and you'd better not hex him. He's my friend," the witch said.

Severus looked at her stubbornly.

Finally Hermione said, "I'll send him an owl saying I'll contact him when I want him to come over, all right? That will cover the month."

"Good," Severus replied. Hermione looked at him, her eyes glittering.

"You might want to try him out though. He's pretty good," she said with an ugly little smirk.

Severus seriously considered drawing out his wand and hexing the witch for even making such a suggestion…but then he'd be hexing his own body. Instead, he ignored her comment.

"Let's start on the antidote," Severus said, rising from the chair and watching Hermione unfold his lean body from the chair in the ridiculous pink bathrobe. "And could you please dress my body in decent attire? My robes, for example?"

Hermione grinned at him and twirled in the pink robe. The effect was horrifyingly feminine. He looked like a tall, ugly drag queen for a moment. .

"Don't do that!" Severus hissed at her.

Hermione chuckled.

"All right. I'll put on your robes. Wait here," Hermione said, exiting the room.

Severus noticed that she switched his slim hips slightly as she exited. Dear gods. He was going to have to teach the witch to walk like a man. She couldn't walk around Hogwarts that way. That would just add another rumor to the pile. He could almost hear his students now.

"Pssst. I heard Professor Snape goes both ways."

He shuddered.

In her bedroom, Hermione removed the pink robe and pulled Severus' robes on over her head. She looked in the mirror and straightened them. Then she scowled at herself imperiously.

"I am the snarkiest bastard in the world, Severus Snape," she said to her reflection, then chuckled.

She couldn't seem to get a full laugh out. Probably because the wizard seldom laughed. Hermione thought about what Severus said about controlling his reactions to people. No one could keep everything bottled up. Maybe he had some activity he engaged in to let off steam. She'd have to ask him. The witch didn't want to lose control and hurt anyone.

She exited the bedroom and walked back through the living room.

"Follow me," she said to the wizard, leading him to the kitchen and opening a door that led to the basement. Torches flared up.

"My lab is down there," she said, starting down the steps.

Severus followed her, holding on to the banister tightly as he did so. Another female reaction to walking down a steep flight of stairs. Gods, he hated the timidity of Hermione's body. It seemed scared of everything.

Hermione walked toward another door.

"Severus, do you have any activity you use to let off steam? I figure if you do, I could use it to help keep your body in check," the witch said as she pulled out her wand and unwarded her lab.

Severus didn't answer her. She turned at looked at him, a bit of irritation in her black eyes.

"Well, do you have an outlet?" she asked him.

Severus smirked at her. It was amazing how close it was to his actual smirk, being it was on her face.

"Yes," he replied, arching one plucked eyebrow, "Sex."

***********************************
A/N: Well that was a bit of fun and added a little extra conflict. Hermione could end up kicking someone's ass badly if she gets pissed off and Severus' body goes on automatic. Seems like he has Hermione locked down again. Poor witch. Well, they have a whole month ahead. Ought to get interesting. Please review.