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 41 ~

As Severus backed Hermione into her bedroom, his lips locked to hers, his mind was going a thousand kilometers a second. The witch had agreed to give them a month’s trial as lovers. The wizard realized that he needed to alter his cynical approach to sex if he wanted to keep the witch. Even if he didn’t believe in the necessity for romance, Hermione did. The Potions Master was quite adaptable…he had spent years playing a role for Voldemort, and there were times he had been polyjuiced and had to adopt the mannerisms of the person he was impersonating. He had to be convincing, and since he never was discovered, obviously he had the ability to step into another role.

Severus also knew that Hermione was hot and frustrated enough to blow a torch after all those failed attempts at intimacy. The romantic approach probably wasn’t necessary at this point. The witch was most likely ready to strip down and buck up. Going slow and easy would probably be more like torture at this point. And that appealed to the Potions Master. She wanted the “Miles” treatment eh? Then that’s what she would get until her pussy was dancing the cha-cha and she was begging for it. Then he would give it to her. Repeatedly.

Hermione instinctively turned her body toward the bed, completely absorbed in the Potions Master’s hungry kiss, his tongue lazily winding around her own, his hard body moving against hers. Yet, Severus corrected her direction, turning her and backing her against a clear portion of the wall, removing his arms from around her, pulling his body back and breaking the kiss. The wizard placed both hands on either side of the witch, who looked up at him with heated eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked him huskily, desire making her voice raw.

“Taking time, Hermione. I don’t want to ‘steamroll’ over you,” he said silkily, making a reference to her earlier comment.

“But, I want to be steamrolled,” she said softly, pressing her pelvis against him. The wizard gently pushed her back against the wall with one hand.

“You’ve already told me what you want witch,” he said to her softly. He kissed her forehead. “Chaste kisses…slow build-up.”

Hermione’s eyes went half-lidded as Severus pressed his lips to her forehead.

“You want tenderness,” he crooned, kissing one eyelid, then the other. He lowered his hand and caressed her side, running it over her waist and hip, down her thigh and back up.

“You want caresses,” he breathed, kissing her nose, then her cheeks as he slowly brought his other hand up and again swept down the witch’s side. He briefly skimmed her lips, kissing her chin instead as Hermione pursed her mouth, wanting contact. Severus moved to her ear, his warm breath washing over the delicate shell.

“You want to be told you are beautiful,” the wizard whispered, “You are. You want to be told you make me wild with desire. You do.”

Severus moved back to Hermione’s mouth, capturing her lips in his, sucking on them, pulling at them gently as if tasting them. He didn’t deepen the kiss, but teasingly brushed over them, Hermione doing her best to make the wizard do more as his hands slowly and rhythmically caressed her sides. Hermione wanted him to move to more intimate, aching places on her body, but he didn’t. He continued to kiss her in the same manner, every liplock stoking the witch’s flame higher until she was practically writhing before him.

“Severus,” she gasped between kisses.

“Yes, Hermione?” he replied, still capturing her lips in that maddening manner.

“Do something,” she hissed.

The wizard pulled away from her mouth and looked down at her, fighting a smirk. So the witch thought she knew what she wanted from him.

“I am doing as you asked, Hermione. Don’t you like it, witch?” he asked her silkily, his dark eyes resting on her upturned face. A sheen of perspiration covered it, and he kissed her forehead again, licking his licks and savoring the slight saltiness of her sweat.

”Yes, I like it but…but I need more,” she said softly, missing his fiery attack now.

In response, Severus slowly ran his hand over her breast and squeezed its fullness softly. Hermione let out a very sexy moan that shot straight to the wizard’s loins. He let out a little grunt at the throb, but remained in control.

“More like that?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Hermione breathed, looking at him through her lashes.

Severus returned to the same taunting kisses, this time caressing the witch’s breasts through her t-shirt, flicking his thumbs over her nipples until they stood on point, puckered peaks beneath the white cotton fabric. Hermione was making kittenish sounds as the Potions Masters lips moved over her mouth, face and throat. He was driving her crazy…not giving her enough. Hermione stuck her tongue out and Severus jerked his head back, looking at her pink tongue, unable to hide his smirk of victory.

“You’re moving too fast witch,” he breathed.

“You’re not moving fast enough!” Hermione complained, launching herself off the wall, wrapping her arms around the wizard’s waist and pulling him against her.

“Oh Merlin,” she breathed as she felt the wizard’s huge erection against her belly through his robes.

She wriggled against him, and Severus hissed, trying his best not to press his pelvis into her curvaceous, undulating body.

“Hermione, you are acting like a little wanton,” he said to her, his face contorting slightly as the witch ground herself against him unabashedly, “What would “Miles” say about all this forwardness? What about tenderness? Gentleness? The romantic preludes that you want us to indulge in?”

For a moment, Hermione wanted to say “Fuck Miles” but that might negate everything she said to the wizard. No doubt he’d take advantage of the situation if she gave him an opportunity. He was a Slytherin to the core.

“I want you more like yourself,” she said softly, trying to get around the “Miles” issue.

Hermione needed the ‘randy, lusty, overpowering wizard’ right now. The Severus that accosted her in the hallway and lab, the Potions Master whose sexuality dripped off his body like sweat.

“No. I have to practice being gentle and thorough,” Severus replied, trying to untwine her arms, “Practice my chaste kisses and careful caresses. I only have a month to get it right, witch.”


Hermione let out a little frustrated growl as the wizard managed to break her hold on him and held her at arms length, his black eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and mirth. He was purposely tormenting her. He knew how she was feeling. Damn him.

“Then at least let’s get out of some of these clothes. I feel so…confined,” she said to him, still trying to press forward.

The wizard looked at her consideringly, then released her and pulled out his wand.

“All right,” Severus said, pointing his wand at her. “But only because you insist, witch. I still say you are moving much too fast.”

Hermione scowled at him in exasperation. He was turning her words around.

“Divesto,” the Potions Master said, removing her t-shirt and trousers, leaving her in her white cotton bra and knickers. Then he turned the wand on himself.

“Divesto,” he said again. His robes, shoes and socks disappeared, leaving him in his white button-up shirt and trousers.

Hermione’s eyebrows rose at first, then furrowed as she looked at the still mostly dressed wizard.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked him, furious.

Severus actually grinned at her.

“Keeping my intentions…honorable. I will be chaste if you will not,” he replied.

Hermione stared at Severus a moment. His trousers were hugely tented. He wanted her now…she knew it, but he was being purposely obstinate and uncooperative…though he pretended he was giving her what she asked him for.

”You’re not supposed to be chaste. You’re going to fuck me for gods’ sakes,” Hermione spat at him.

“Yes I am. But chastely,” he smirked at her.

Hermione took a deep breath, then lunged at the Potions Master, surprising the wizard and with her arms around his waist, drove both of them back until the wizard toppled into the bed. She climbed on top of him and kissed him, sliding her body over his hungrily.

Severus lay there with his arms up in the air, not touching the witch as she possessed his mouth and writhed against him. He loved it of course. No witch had ever done this to him. For all intents and purposes Hermione had attacked him and was now attempting to ravish him.

Severus found he liked being ravished by a pretty, randy witch. Her hair covered his entire head and he was deluged with in jasmine, soft lips and tongue. Suddenly Hermione stopped kissing him and sat up, her legs straddling his waist as she began to unbutton his shirt. Severus let his arms drop to the bed and leveled his eyes on the witch, who was staring at his buttons intently as she opened one after the other.

“This is hardly romantic, Hermione…tackling me like a bruiser, taking me to the bed, forcing your kisses on me and now taking off my shirt,” he said to her quietly.

“Clothes,” she breathed.

“What?” the wizard responded as Hermione shifted down. She was sitting directly on the bulge in his trousers and he could feel the heat of her core through the fabric.

“I am taking off your clothes,” the witch said in a low voice, reaching for his cuffs.

Severus lay there rather submissively as she undid his shirt at the wrists, which was another first for the wizard. He had never given a witch this much power. But he found it amusing as well as arousing. Hermione was certainly hot for him…or for what he could give her. At this point, Severus was aware that the witch was in such a state that any wizard who could give her a satisfying sexual experience would probably receive the same treatment. Severus had to change that. He had to make the witch crave him and only him.

He had planned to bugger Hermione, but now decided against it in case she didn’t take to it too well. After the month was up, and he had her…then he could break her in. Suddenly the wizard gasped as he felt Hermione’s small, warm hands run over his pale chest slowly and down over the tight muscles of him abs, stopping short of the top of his trousers. Her eyes were like liquid flames as she looked down at his pale, lean and sinewed body.

“I never knew you looked like this under your robes,” she said as if hypnotized. “I always thought you were…skinny and a little flabby…you know…had an old man’s body.”

Severus scowled.

“I am only in my early forties, eighteen years older than you witch,” he said evenly. “I’m not even close to middle age yet. Even then I doubt if I will get a ‘paunch.’ I keep my body in good shape. I work out…I run…I eat right. Old man’s body indeed.”

Hermione looked at him.

“You can’t blame me for thinking that. You’re always covered up from head to toe, and snark around Hogwarts with the attitude of an old grouch, always scowling. You act like you’re one hundred instead of forty-three,” she said.

“I don’t fuck like I’m one hundred,” the wizard thought, looking up at the scantily-clad witch. “Body of an old man, eh? All right witch.”

Hermione felt him throb against her core and she instinctively ground down against him. Severus almost grabbed the witch, but controlled himself with an effort, his arms still resting on the bed, though his hands clenched a bit in reaction. Hermione continued to stare down at his chest, licking her lips unconsciously. Gods, she looked delicious in her bra and knickers, her nipples puckered through the fabric, her curling hair slung around her shoulders wildly.

“Are you going to stare at me or remove my shirt?” the wizard said, trying to hide the impatience in his voice. “I feel a draft.”

He lay limp as Hermione pulled one arm out of the sleeve, then the other, parting his shirt wide, then sliding down further and looking at the fastener on his trousers.

“That’s one big bulge, Severus,” she breathed.

“The better to fuck you with,” he breathed back before he could catch himself.

“That’s not a very romantic statement,” Hermione chided him as she began to work on his trousers. Severus watched her small hands tug at the fastener, then open his trousers. It was quite erotic.

“It is your fault the romance flew out of the turret window. You are little more than a female masher, Hermione Granger. You say one thing and do another,” the wizard replied tightly as Hermione rose and grabbed the bottom of his trouser legs and yanked hard, trying to get them off of him.

Severus didn’t make it easy as Hermione jerked his trousers roughly back and forth like a dog shakes a rat. Finally they slid down over his hips and she pulled them off, panting a little from her efforts, Severus’ black eyes leveled on her in amusement. Now all he wore were boxers, and they were highly ballooned. The way the witch was acting toward him was very, very arousing. He could even see himself playing sexual games with her.

“Whew,” she said, climbing back on top of the wizard. She kissed him hungrily again and Severus let her have her way with him, not participating any further than accepting her kiss. Finally she pulled back from him.

“Damn it, Severus, I want you to do something? Not lay there like a flubberworm,” Hermione complained.

“Flubberworms have no hard parts. As you can clearly feel, I do,” the wizard replied, bucking his hips a little so his cock pressed into her prone body.

“Your hard parts aren’t doing much now,” Hermione said, agitated. Severus could smell her arousal strongly. The witch had no idea how hard it was for him to hold back.

“What about romance? Tenderness? Gentleness? Taking time with you. I have to work on those aspects of my sexual technique if I hope to keep you, witch,” he said, his mouth quirking.

Suddenly Hermione rolled on to her back and pulled the wizard on top of her.

“I’ve decided you can work on them later,” she said, pulling his head down and giving Severus another hot, hungry kiss, her hands sliding over his back and buttocks insistently pulling at him.

A small growl emitted from the back of the wizard’s throat at the witch's response as he pulled away from her kiss. He ground his cock against Hermione lustfully, his black eyes blazing down at her. She groaned and pulled on him harder as the crotch of her knickers were coated in lubrication..

"As you wish, witch," he purred.

After all, that was exactly what he'd been waiting to hear.

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A/N: :::shaking head::: Severus is something else. But then again, so is Hermione. Please review.