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 43 ~ The Taking of Hermione Granger (continued)

“Oh gods, Severus…oh dear gods,” Hermione gasped as the wizard continued stroking and counting. He was cheating of course, drawing out the numbers to get beyond the maximum amount of thrusts.

“Shhh, witch…don’t distract me,” he whispered to Hermione, his lips tickling her lobe, “you’ll make me lose count, then I will have to begin at one again.”

The wizard was in heaven as he slid into Hermione’s tightness. She was slick from her orgasm and the slide of his shaft through her yielding hot flesh was too delicious for words. Severus held the witch tight against him, his head resting on the top of hers, the scent of sex and jasmine filling his nostrils, Hermione’s warm curvaceous body jerking in his arms. He could get used to this. He wanted to get used to it. There was no urge to climax and finish as he normally felt when taking witches. It was because he was invested in Hermione. He wanted her. And he wanted her to know he was the kind of lover she needed. The Potions Master began to speed up as his desire for her for the long-term reasserted itself. He stopped counting and focused on fucking again, groaning with pleasure as he plunged deeper and harder into the witch, Hermione crying out, her voice hoarsening under his constant, powerful stroke. Suddenly, Severus wanted to see her, and for her to see him.

He pulled out of the witch and rolled to his back.

“Turn over,” he growled, “Get on top of me.”

He pulled on the witch rather roughly to rouse her. Hermione gasped and did as he asked, scrambling on top of him, laying down, her head resting on his chest, tired.

“No, sit up,” he demanded

Hermione sat up on top of him, her core pressing into his belly. He looked up at her, rather narrow-eyed.

“I think you know you aren’t sitting where I want you to sit, witch,” he said, pushing Hermione back so she sat on his swollen organ. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with passion and ache. Her hair was completely mussed and fell over her breasts, hiding them. Severus pushed it aside and stared at the witch.

“You are luscious, Hermione,” he breathed, twisting his hips so his cock ground into her core. He slid his hands down over her waist, then swept them over her buttocks, squeezing their fullness lightly. Then his eyes glittered.

“Turn around,” he said, “I want to see the view from the other side.”

Hermione stared down at him and Severus impatiently began to turn her. Hermione climbed over him and turned around, facing his feet, her small hands resting just above the Potions Master’s knees.

Severus looked at Hermione’s full globes resting on his loins and her long curling hair draping down her back. He ran two fingers down her spine and the witch shuddered. Then he pushed at the small of her back.

“Lean forward,” he insisted, grasping his cock as she did so and positioning it between her thighs. He pulled her down, entering her, watching his thickness slide between those milky cheeks with a groan.

“Yessss,” he hissed, “Now fuck me witch. Up and down. Slow, so I can watch myself penetrate your delicious little body. Move!”

Hermione lifted her body and Severus hissed as she slid up over his sensitive shaft. It glistened, the pale trunk appearing, long and veined before disappearing on her downthrust, buried deep inside the witch.

“Oh gods, you feel so good,” Hermione groaned, rising again and feeling Severus’ caress against her soft walls.

Severus smoothed his hand over Hermione’s ass, his head cocked as she rode him, starting to move a little faster now, moaning with pleasure, her voice washing over him as he growled in tangent, their voices in counterpoint. The wizard grasped her small waist.

“Harder,” he hissed, “Fuck me harder witch. Act like you want this cock. Act like you want me.”

Hermione nearly orgasmed at the lust and hunger in that rich, silken voice and she began to force herself down on the wizard, causing her own ache, closing her eyes, her mouth dropping open as her buttocks slapped against the wizard’s loins.

Severus’ eyes rolled up in his head momentarily, and he desperately thought of something disturbing to keep from exploding into the witch. This was a good position, but just too visually stimulating. He looked back down, then drove into the witch hard for several strokes before dragging Hermione down to the bed, rolling her to her side, then forcing her to her knees, still connected, still fucking her. The wizard knelt over the witch, both hands on either side of her, trapping her under his body and ramming his cock into her lustfully, going for the gold now, claiming every inch he could, Hermione jerking under him lost to his power, unable to even scream now.

“You’re going to be mine, Hermione Granger,” he hissed at the witch, “every inch of you will belong to me. I’ll be good to you witch…don’t deny me anything and I will be exactly what you need when you need it, whether we are intimate or not. I want you witch, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long, long time.”

Severus straightened, rising to his knees and gripped the witch by her waist, drawing her into his stroke. He rolled his pelvis, winding into her as he stroked, Hermione’s mouth dropping open at the sensation. Gods, he was so strong. She gushed around him, quaking as her climax washed over the wizard again.

“You’re like an endless fountain of pleasure, witch. I can almost time your releases,” the wizard groaned as her juices splashed his loins and squished around his cock as he continued to fuck her through the throes of her climax greedily, Hermione’s ass rippling as he drove home over and over again through her clutching sleeve.

Severus rode Hermione this way until her pulsing eased, then he pulled out and flipped her to her back, dropping on her in the missionary position and reclaiming her space, sliding his full length into the witch, still hot and hungry for her, locking his mouth to hers and doubling his penetration, reveling in the heat of her mouth almost as much as the heat of her body.

He pulled away from the witch’s mouth.

“Put your arms around me,” he demanded, stroking her, his black eyes burning down at the exhausted witch, whose arms lay spread wide on the bed, her amber eyes completely unfocused. Severus drove into her so hard she buckled, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out.

“Put your arms around me, Hermione,” he breathed, his face contorting as he felt himself approaching his own climax…determined to make this last just a little while longer. He felt the witch’s arms embrace him. “That’s right, my little Gryffindor…hold on to me. You can rest soon. Soon.”

Severus had to remember Hermione’s lack of experience also meant lack of stamina. Well, he had a month to build up her strength. The wizard wrapped his arms around the witch possessively and kissed her softly as his body continued to impale her, returning to romantic mode Snape style, tenderness combined with power.

“You see, I can be tender and still be who I am witch,” he breathed down at her, his dark eyes fluttering as the telltale tightness in his balls began to increase. Hermione stared up at him, her lips parted, completely submerged in his passion, completely and unmistakably his.

“I will be everything to you, everything…” the wizard said, his approaching climax drawing more passion from him. “Teacher, lover, companion, protector. You will want for nothing, witch. This I vow.”

Hermione gasped as magic swirled around them, the Potions Master going into overdrive, thrusting into her almost desperately as he was pulled to the heights, his own floodgate of emotion pouring over him as the Oath took hold. Severus crushed the witch to him, whispering her name as he slammed his cock into her to the hilt and held it, shuddering as he released, pouring his seed into the witch’s hot, soft and welcoming body with a long groan.

Hermione felt his hot come filling her, and a sense of completion and satisfaction washed over the witch as she lay in Severus’ clutching embrace. He was holding her as if he would never let her go, and Hermione knew instinctively that this was not a usual reaction by the wizard. She couldn’t imagine him holding any witch the way he was holding her, then heartlessly expelling them from his presence. And she was right.

Severus didn’t want to let her go as he pulsed inside her, and was fighting to retain his control, to not give in to the unfamiliar feelings coursing through him. He could lose himself to Hermione if he wasn’t careful. He wanted the witch, but he didn’t want to become a slave to his desire. It made a wizard weak, and he despised weakness. Even as he thought it, he knew he had succumbed to some extent…Hermione was a weakness. The moment he took her innocence, she had unknowingly taken a part of him.

His climax complete, he lay there on top of the witch, breathing deeply, feeling her heart pounding against his, something else new for the wizard. He normal rolled off his partner the moment he ceased coming. But Hermione was soft and warm beneath him, not a mere vessel. No, not this witch. This witch was more…much more. He still felt possessive and territorial. He still felt the need to stake his claim. He felt the witch shift under him and lifted his head, looking down at her silently, drinking her in.

Hermione’s eyes were soft and wet, her face flushed. She had the look of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked and loved it.

“Severus,” she said softly.

“Yes, witch?” he responded, his black eyes resting on her face intently.

“You’re crushing me,” she said.

The wizard looked at her, hesitating for a moment, then shifting his hips, withdrawing. Hermione let out a gasp as their physical contact broke. The wizard rolled off her to his back. Hermione turned her face towards him as he lay with his eyes closed.

Wasn’t he going to at least hold her?

As if he heard her thoughts, suddenly Severus slipped an arm under her shoulders and drew the witch against him, kissing her forehead before falling back with a sigh. The wizard wasn’t used to giving such displays of affection, but it felt right to do. Hermione rested her head against his shoulder and played with his lank hair. Severus felt her fingers brush against his scalp and his lip quirked. No witch had ever done that either. It seemed there would be a lot of firsts with Hermione. It was easy for him to accept, because he didn’t believe the witch contained any falseness of character at all. Of course, like anyone…she could lie for her own ends, but as a Slytherin, he could accept that.

What he did appreciate in this instance, was that the witch was a Gryffindor and loyalty was a part of her make-up. If he managed to secure her, he wouldn’t have to worry about that…though he would always be vigilant, possessive and most likely jealous to a fault. He had never had a witch of his own, and after all of this trouble…he was going to make damn sure if he got her, he was going to keep her.

“How did I do for my first day, witch?” he asked her, his voice silky.

Hermione sighed and shifted against him slightly.

“You did good,” she replied sleepily.

Severus jerked his head back and looked at her, his eyes hard.

“Only good?” he asked, his nostrils flaring a bit. The witch had only been fucked twice for Merlin’s sake, and quite thoroughly. How could she only give him a "good?" But then again, she didn’t have anyone to compare him to.

“Good is good,” Hermione sighed, feeling herself drifting away.

“Fine. Next time I fuck you, I will work on ‘exemplary,’” he said with a growl. “You can count on needing crutches to get around Hogwarts.”

Hermione opened one eye and looked at him.

”You were exemplary,” she amended.

“Too late, witch,” the wizard said, pulling her against him tightly. “You’ve sealed your fate.”

“Mercy,” the witch said softly, her eyes closed, smiling against his shoulder, wrapping a strand of his hair around her finger. “I’m still new at this, Severus.”

He acquiesced.

“Perhaps a bit of mercy might be in order…for the month,” he said, sleep in his voice as well now.

They lay there silently for several minutes. Severus thought Hermione was asleep, but she wasn’t.

“Are you going to stay the night?” she asked the wizard softly.

Severus looked at her. He had never spent a full night with any witch. But he found he wasn’t anxious to return to his own bed. He felt comfortable with Hermione pressed against him.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked her, a bit of coolness in his voice as he waited for her to say yes. She had left the first night after all.

“No, I don’t Severus. If we are going to be lovers I have to see if we can actually sleep together. Hopefully you don’t hog covers or toss and turn all night,” she said softly.

He looked at her.

“I do have some trouble sleeping,” he admitted, “I have ever since my service to the Dark Lord. I often wake up and leave my bed to read. I suffer headaches too, though I find some relief in….physical activity,” he said meaningfully.

Hermione looked at him. The poor man. It made sense he would have sleepless nights.

“I think I can deal with that,” she said, thinking that her presence might help him in the long run.

Severus’ black eyes rested on her. She was a very understanding witch. That was good, because there were aspects of him that would require great understanding on her part.

“Let us get under the covers,” the wizard said slipping his arm from under the witch.

Hermione went to sit up, winced and fell back. Severus looked at her with concern.

“You hurt?” he asked her, knowing full well she did.

“Yes,” she replied.

Severus rolled out of the bed and flung the sheets back, then reached over and lifted Hermione in his arms gently. He placed her on the sheets and helped her move over, covering her. He then picked up his wand off the nightstand and scourgified himself, then lifted the covers and did the same for the witch. He put on his boxers and robes.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get you something for pain,” he said softly.

Hermione nodded and watched the wizard stride out of her bedroom.

“The lover of Severus Snape,” she breathed.

Harry and Ron would die. In Ron’s case she hoped it would be a quick and painful death.

She remembered entering the Great Hall for the first time and seeing Severus sitting at the High Table scowling at everyone. She thought he was the ugliest, most evil looking man she had ever seen. A far cry from what she thought of him now. How strange life was.

She rolled over in the bed and lay on her stomach, her face nestled on the cool pillow. If tonight was any indication, she was in for quite a month with the wizard. She smiled. Even if it didn’t work out, she was going to have enough sex to tide her over. And he had been gentle at first, just the way she thought she wanted…but after a little while it became torment, and he had liked tormenting her.

Hermione wondered if all wizards were as rough-riding as Severus. Gods he could cause an ache, but it was a sweet ache. It felt as if he wanted to bury himself completely inside her. It didn’t feel as if he fucked that way to be harsh or cruel, but as if he were driven by need…as if he were reaching for something inside her that he greatly desired.

Hermione sighed as sleep once more washed over her.

This time she succumbed.

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A/N: Hope the lemons are all right. Still sick and feeling out of it. :( Please review.