The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 44 ~ Month-long Trial


Hermione soon learned that Severus as a lover was full of surprises…usually very naughty ones. He didn’t start that way however. He worked up to it. Initially, he went the romantic stalker route, very clandestine, very sneaky and very affecting. The day after they ‘came to their agreement,’ Hermione was walking to her lab carrying an armload of books, when she was yanked into a niche by Severus and very thoroughly snogged. He released her afterwards, his eyes dark and hot with lust…but he made no moves as Hermione tried to make herself presentable and walk out of the niche seemingly unaffected. But, gods…she was affected.

This went on for about a week at different times of the day, the wizard popping up everywhere, sometimes disillusioned, grabbing the witch and kissing her hungrily. Soon the kissing was combined with caresses that made her knickers wet, not to mention the wizard making arousing suggestions for her to meet him at designated areas of the castle, which she declined to do. They only had sex that one time, Hermione being a bit difficult, frustrating Severus greatly.

But he had to act the gentleman, even if every part of his body was telling him to ravish the witch. Finally the dam broke when Severus finally coaxed her up to the Astronomy tower during lunch. The absence of both Severus and Hermione was noticed, but this wasn’t at all odd since both often skipped lunch when working on spells or brews.

Hermione walked up to the tower and saw Severus standing in his robes, staring out over the horizon.

“Severus, I’m here,” she whispered.

“I know,” the wizard replied, “I felt you coming long before you arrived, witch.”

Hermione walked up beside him, staring out over the grounds.

“You felt me?” she asked him.

The Potions Master turned to her.

“Yes, I felt you. I always feel you…especially at night when I am alone in my bed. I feel your body calling me,” he breathed. “You must give me more access to you, Hermione. I need contact with you, I need to feel you, to bury myself inside you. How will you find me acceptable as a lover if you don’t accept my advances?”

Severus slipped his arms around Hermione’s waist and held her loosely, staring down at her.

”Severus, if I accepted all of your advances, you’d always be on top of me,” she responded softly, blushing.

Severus turned the witch around in his arms and pressed against her buttocks. He had an enormous erection and Hermione felt herself flaring up.

“Not necessarily,” he purred in her ear. He felt Hermione’s shudder of desire and ran his lips over her neck, slipping his hands over her breasts, the witch’s nipples hardening beneath her robes. “I would be behind you as well, like now witch. Let me fuck you.”

Hermione’s head leaned back against his shoulder and the Potions Master began to caress and grind against her fiercely. He was starved for the witch.

“Here? No, Severus…I couldn’t…we couldn’t,” Hermione gasped.

“Don’t my hands feel good?” he asked her, hiking up her robes. As he hoped, she had on a dress underneath…he pulled that up too.

“What are you doing?” Hermione gasped.

“Giving you a small refresher,” the wizard said, slipping his fingers through the crotch of her knickers and between her labia, flicking her clit. Hermione’s knees actually buckled.

“Oh shit,” she gasped as Severus manipulated her pussy until she was almost at climax…then drew his hand away, sucking her flavor from each of his fingers as the witch protested.

“If you want to come, witch…there’s only one way I will do it for you,” the wizard said, turning Hermione to face him and kissing deeply, sharing her taste and moving against her already burning body sensuously.

“You’re a bastard,” she gasped against his mouth. His cock felt so hard and big under his robes.

“Yes I am. Let me fuck you. I’ll be quick but satisfying,” he breathed, moving to her throat and nipping it as he humped against her rhythmically, emulating sex. Gods, he was so tempting. “And if you want more I will come to you tonight. Please, Hermione.”

Hermione had never heard the Potions Master say please to anyone unless it was sarcastically. He wasn’t being sarcastic now.

“All right, Severus,” she said, too hot to deny him.

The wizard let her go, his hands flying down the front of his robes. He pulled them open and Hermione gasped as his cock sprang out.

“You’re naked!” she gasped, her eyes wide.

Well, almost completely naked. He did have on his boots and socks.

Severus smirked.

“One should always be prepared,” he said, backing her up and lifting her into the open window.

“Severus! I could fall!” Hermione gasped, looking over her shoulder at the long drop.

Severus didn’t answer her at first. He was busily clearing her robes and dress out the way. The wizard pulled the crotch of her knickers aside and stepped closer. Hermione cried out as he wrapped one arm around her back and entered her fast and hard.

“I suggest you hold on to me,” the wizard groaned, starting to fuck her vigorously, his pale face contorting with pleasure.

The witch slung her arms around him.

The couple was so involved with each other that neither thought to cast a silencing charm, and when Aurora walked up the stairs to the tower to make some calculations for tonight’s midnight Astronomy class, she heard them. Thinking it might be students, she hurried up the stairs to catch them and saw a tall black robed, lanky black-haired wizard going to town, two small arms wrapped around his neck, the witch shrieking a name jerkily.

“Severus! Oh gods…Severus!”

Aurora colored as she recognized the voice of the Spells Mistress. She was getting the ride of her life…gods, she hoped they didn’t topple out the window. The Astronomy Professor backed down the stairs, pulled out her wand and discretely cast a silencing spell. Then she turned and hurried back to her office, a wicked smile on her face.

So, Hermione had been holding out on them, eh? Well, wait until the girls heard about this.

A few minutes later, both Severus and Hermione howled their release, the wizard kissing her deeply as they pulsed and throbbed in unison. He had enough presence of mind to pull her out of the sill, and Hermione wrapped her legs around him. Severus held her aloft until the last delicious pulse died out.

“So beautiful,” he purred, looking into the witch’s flushed face, his arms still wrapped around her quaking body. It had been quite delicious taking her in the tower…they would have to do this again in other areas of the castle.

“Did you enjoy that?” the Potions Master asked the witch, knowing she did.

Hermione blushed at her own wantonness and didn’t answer.

“Don’t tell me you’re ashamed witch. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of,” Severus chided her, kissing her tenderly, the way she liked, then lowering her and taking out his wand, scourgifying them both. He fixed her robes, then buttoned his own.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been walking about like that all day, Severus,” Hermione asked him, regaining some composure simply because she was shocked at the normally disciplined wizard. Try as she might, she would have never pictured snarky Severus Snape stalking around Hogwarts in his altogether.

“Then I won’t,” he replied, fixing his collar and looking down on the witch, smirking. “But you have no idea how many times I’ve been naked under my robes waiting for the possibility you’d agree to a quickie in the corridors.”

Hermione’s mouth dropped open and worked soundlessly for a moment until she found her voice.

“I…I…just can’t believe you…even in class?” she asked him, astounded.

“Yes, hoping for a between-class tryst. Once in a while I catch a draft, but that is the price of being prepared,” he responded.

“You are terrible,” Hermione breathed up at him as he looped his arms in hers and guided them to the stairwell.

“Yes I am,” he agreed, “But not where it counts.”

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That evening at supper, Hermione and Severus arrived together, Hermione taking her usual chair down by the witches, who hadn’t arrived yet…which was rather strange, and Severus taking his normal seat. Both had just ordered their suppers when the door opened and Minerva, Pomona, Aurora and Rolanda entered.

“Good evening, Severus,” they all said to him, one after the other as they passed him slowly, looking him over as if it were their first time ever seeing him.

Severus nodded to each in turn, wondering what the hell was going on. He watched as they all sat around Hermione, each leaning toward her, their eyes narrowed.

Uh oh. He had a feeling the dragon was out of the cave.

Rolanda looked absolutely delighted as she stared at the witch. Hermione, who had been drinking her pumpkin juice, slowed swallowing as all the witches looked at her, then self-consciously put her glass down.

“Um, hello?” she said, looking at each of their expectant faces.

“How was lunch?” Rolanda asked her with a broad smile.

Hermione colored as she realized the witches knew she had fucked Severus during lunch break.

“Lunch was fine,” she replied, coloring guiltily.

“I bet,” Rolanda said, “There’s nothing like a liquid lunch.”

“So, did you have lunch in your lab?” Minerva asked her, the Transfiguration teacher’s lips drawn tight.

Yes, she had said that the Potions Master deserved some happiness…but knowing it actually had happened, that Hermione let that…that Slytherin defile her body…in the Astronomy Tower of all places! Well…it was a bit much. Just as Minerva had feared, Severus Snape was turning her into a trollop. He was a bad influence to say the least.

“No, I didn’t,” Hermione replied, starting to get a bit angry. “If there’s something you all want to ask me, I’d prefer you went ahead and did it, rather than trying to trick it out of me.”

The witches all looked at each other, then at Rolanda, who shook her head.

“I don’t have to ask. I already know,” she said, smiling at Hermione. “Look how relaxed she is. She was wound up tight enough to blast through the illusioned ceiling a week and a half ago. No need to tell me she’s been riding the ‘short broom.’”

Hermione sighed.

“All right,” she said to the witches in a low voice. “Severus and I are seeing each other on a trial basis ONLY. To see if we are compatible.”

“From what Aurora tells us, you are,” Pomona said, grinning wickedly as Minerva scowled.

“Aurora?” Hermione said, turning to look at the Astronomy teacher who blushed slightly.

“Er…I walked in on the two of you this afternoon. I heard the…shri…noises, and thought you were students. You didn’t cast a silencing spell. I did it for you when I left,” she said.

Oh gods. Aurora had seen them fucking. Hermione let her forehead drop into her hands.

“I didn’t see…er…actual details…though you were quite engaged,” the witch added helpfully.

Merlin, now all Hogwarts would know within the week. Trying to extract promises from the witches not to tell was a waste of time. Looking down the table, she could tell word was already out among the staff anyway. Dumbledore’s eyes were twinkling so brightly, they could give off their own light. And Flitwick was giving her small glances and trying to pretend he wasn’t.

Marcus didn’t seem interested. He was opening a pile of envelopes. He had been receiving them every day, breakfast, lunch and dinner. At first he didn’t seem to want to read them, but a few had articles of jewelry in them, expensive jewelry, necklaces, cufflinks, rings, things of that sort. It seemed he had some admirers. His appearance had improved too. He had looked very sick for a while there, but it seemed he was better now.

Marcus had indeed become a star, and the letters he was receiving were from fans. Obviously he had been recognized. To date, no one had come to visit him personally, but the letters were from very generous fans who wanted to meet him. He kept every trinket, then pawned them for cash. They still sent more.

“Hermione, whatever happened to Miles?” Minerva asked, looking down the table at Severus, frowning.

“It didn’t work out, Minerva,” she said shortly.

Minerva sniffed.

“I bet he had something to do with that,” the Transfiguration teacher said, eyeing Severus suspiciously.

“Trust me, Severus was nowhere around when we…er…interacted,” Hermione said.

Minerva harrumphed.

“Taking you to the Astronomy Tower. Absolutely scandalous,” she sniffed, “Decent witches don’t indulge in such loose activities.”

Rolanda frowned at Minerva.

“I seem to remember a story about a certain Scottish Gryffindor who shagged her Transfiguration teacher the classroom in his swivel chair, and broke it, WHILE she was a student,” Rolanda said impishly.

Minerva turned all kinds of colors. Albus heard Rolanda, since he had his amplification spell in place and grinned broadly at the witch’s embarrassment. Ah, he remembered it well. He didn’t know what hit him when the little tabby cat he found in his empty classroom one evening turned into Minerva in his arms. He hadn’t known she could transform then. Well, he soon found out she could do more than transform. Afterwards he told the witch he believed a tiger would have been a more suitable animagus form for her. They had been together ever since. And had done the tower in their day as well. He loved Minerva but dear gods she could be hypocritical at times.

Hermione arched her eyebrows at Minerva and grinned at her.

“Broke a swivel chair?” she repeated.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Minerva said, turning away and ordering her meal.

She didn’t say another word about Hermione and Severus. That one little reminder brought a flood of memories back. And she had been several years younger when she made her rounds of the castle with Albus.

The witches questioned Hermione quite a bit, anxious for details, but the witch wasn’t comfortable talking about Severus’ sexual prowess, unlike Sybil, so they gave up on her for now, planning on getting it out of her on their next Girls’ Night Out.

As the witches chowed down, Hermione cast a look down the table at the Potions Master, who winked at her, a slight smile on his face.

Damn him.

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The third week of their trial found Severus accosting and sexually steamrolling Hermione every chance he got…in the corridors, on the grounds, occasionally in her lab…though it was much harder to seduce her when she was working, and even in the infirmary when Poppy went to speak to Albus while Severus was restocking her stores and Hermione was looking up a healing spell in the medi-witch’s office, one she hoped to alter. She didn’t know Severus was there, but soon found out when she was swept up into a pair of strong arms and carried kicking and struggling behind a privacy curtain at the back of the room. Gods, those cots were small.

But, she found she loved it. Every attack was exciting and welcome. She realized she really was a masochist and came to accept it. Hermione realized that Severus was probably very special and doubted that another wizard could make her feel the way she could.

The fourth and final week of their trial arrived and Severus presented the witch with a small parchment. She looked at it.

“Wards?” she asked him.

“Yes. To my office so you can enter when you wish, and browse my library at will,” the wizard said. His eyes glittered, “However, you may not take any books out of my study. You must stay there and read…or duplicate the books.”

Hermione stared at him a moment.

“Duplicate them?” she asked, her eyes going wide. Severus never allowed duplication of his books.

“Yes. Just for your personal use. Information is valuable and on occasion I am paid quite well by those who want to use my library. If the books were made public, it would cut my income and I will be quite displeased,” he said.

Suddenly Hermione leaped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply. The startled wizard staggered back, ending up against the wall of the corridor. He wrapped his arms around the happy witch. She kissed him for a long time…long enough for a couple of his Slytherins to see as they exited the common room.

Wisely, they didn’t comment but walked by the couple. Severus realized they were present and quickly put Hermione down, but the damage had been done. They were busted.

By the next morning, their relationship was all over the school.

“I can’t believe it. The Potions Mistress shagging that snarky bastard? Something must be wrong with her,” students whispered to one another, stealing glances at both of them while they ate their breakfasts.

Well, it was bound to be common knowledge. Hermione was going to tell Severus tomorrow that she would be his exclusive lover. She had decided she wanted it to be special.

She had a late appointment at the Love Bites Beauty shop for a treatment tonight.

She couldn’t wait to see Adam again and tell him everything that was going on in her life.

Plus, she was out of shampoo and conditioner.

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A/N: Uh oh. Hermione is on her way to the Beauty Shop. We all know how gabby beauticians can be. Let’s find out what happens, shall we? Please review this chapter and thanks for all the reviews you’ve already given. They matter. ****