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 46 ~ The Final Outcome

Severus constantly shifted the silverware as if obsessively compulsive as he waited for Hermione to come to his rooms. Tonight was the night she would tell him if she decided to become his permanent, exclusive lover. He had done his best to be all things to the witch, even sitting down and telling her about his difficult childhood and what led up to him joining the Dark Lord. He had never been so open with anyone, but he wanted the witch to know his background so she could understand him.

“I am always going to be a difficult man to get along with Hermione. I have my bouts of temper, but I will never, ever strike you. My tongue, on the other hand can strike its own blows, often faster than I can restrain it. More than likely I will hurt your feelings on occasion,” Severus told her one night as they sat in front of the fireplace, Hermione curled in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as the wizard stared into the flame with a rather haunted look in his eyes.

“Well, I have a sharp tongue of my own, Severus Snape, and I can strike blows as well. And I already know how snarky you are and how cruel you can be. I suffered through your torments and unfairness for years. Your words won’t be what drive me away if we do get together permanently,” she said softly, twining her finger in his black locks.

He looked at her.

“What would drive you away?” he asked her.

“If you ever took me for granted,” she replied.

Severus looked at her.

“After all my years of loneliness, Hermione, I would never, ever take you as anything other than a gift,” the wizard said sincerely.

Hermione smiled at him.

“And you said you didn’t do romance,” she said, kissing him softly on the mouth.

Of course shortly afterwards Severus carried her to the bedroom to show her where the romance ended and the fucking began.

Now the Potions Master waited for the witch, having had a small cozy dinner of shrimp and vegetables prepared by the kitchens. He was in his dress robes, his lank hair not so lank tonight, having used some special shampoo left by Adam. It was silky and shining, pulled back neatly in a ponytail. Under his dress robes however, he wore only boxers.

It was good to be prepared.

Suddenly, the wall slid up and Hermione entered, dressed in a thin strapped Slytherin green dress that wrapped around her petite curvaceous body like a dream. Her hair was loose and curling, and she wore a bit lipstick and three inch green heels.

Severus stared at her for a moment as she approached, then remembered himself and strode over to the witch, kissing her on the lips gently, then taking her arm and guiding her to the small table. It was covered in Slytherin green of course and the plates and platters were green and silver as well, the utensils topped with the Slytherin crest.

Severus pulled out her chair and helped her get seated, solicitously sliding her closer to the table. He sat down, his dark eyes resting on her as she examined the presentation.

“Mmm. Shrimp and vegetables,” she said, looking up at him and smiling.

“With chocolate strawberry cheesecake and milk for dessert,” he responded. That was the witch’s favorite.

“Yum,” the witch said, picking up her fork and starting to eat. Severus watched her.

Finally Hermione looked up at him.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked the wizard.

“Yes,” he replied, “But I was just wondering if you’ve made your decision yet. You already know how I feel.”

Hermione finished the forkful of food she was chewing and looked at Severus in a way that made his cock throb.

“I’ve decided that we should fuck one more time, then I will make my decision,” she said, bringing a shrimp to her mouth and taking it slowly between her teeth, then sucking it in with a little pop.

“No pressure,” Severus thought as he looked at the witch. Gods, she looked good enough to spread on a platter herself. Severus poured them both some wine.

They ate in silence, Severus trying to stifle his reaction when Hermione got to the cheesecake. The witch was making small sounds of pleasure, almost orgasmic in nature. The Potions Master’s nostril’s flared.

Hermione finished her food and pushed the plate back, looking sated…food-wise. Her eyes rested on the Potions Master, who was stiff and on point, his jaw tightly clenched as he looked back at the witch, his dark eyes smoldering. It was easy to see he was ready to fuck. Severus became so intense when aroused, heat seemed to waft off his body and wash over the witch, causing an answering response in her own body.

Severus stared at Hermione. She had said she wanted him one more time before she made her decision. The wizard was torn. Gentle or all the stops pulled out. This could be the beginning or the end. True, he had done the best he could this month, but witches were fickle creatures. A wizard never knew what a witch was truly thinking. Hermione could want an ‘open’ relationship, where she fucked him and whoever else she wanted to bed. He wouldn’t be able to stand that.

“One more time, Hermione?” he asked her in a low, rather dangerous voice that shot right to the witch’s core. The wizard began to rise slowly, Hermione’s eyes following him up.

“Yes,” she said as the wizard walked around the table and approached her slowly.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” he said in a raw voice. “I’m inclined to take you as if it is the last time I’ll have you, witch. You should tell me your decision before I take you to my bed.”

Hermione leveled her eyes at her lover.

“And if I don’t?” she asked him, her eyes going dark.

“Then you take what you get, witch. I won’t let my hopes hold sway over my desires. There is nothing more frustrating than an indecisive lover. You know how I feel about you. If I have to show you the absolute depths of my desire…I will,” he said darkly. “Especially if I feel you are about to cut me off.”

Wizard and witch stared at each other, challenge burning in their eyes. Hermione had been through what she considered the wringer with the wizard. Severus knew he was capable of so much more than the witch had experienced with him. Again, he was faced with the decision on how to take the witch.

Severus suddenly caught Hermione by her wrist and drew her out of the chair, pulling her into his body. Hermione arched into the wizard, completely aflame as his lips fell to hers. Severus kissed her deeply, his tongue scouring his mouth, tasting her sweetness as he drew down first one strap, then the other. The Potions Master wasn’t wasting time and pulled Hermione’s dress down, uncovering her full breasts.

“You lovely witch you,” he growled, leaning her back over his arm and kissing first one breast then the other before capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth and suckling her strongly, his head rotating sensuously before he changed breasts.

Hermione moaned as Severus’ soft hot mouth enclosed over her nipples one after the other, her small hands grasping his head before sliding back and removing the hair tie that bound it. His locks fell apart and she ran her hand through the strands.

Severus continued sliding her dress down over her waist and hips.

“Wait! What are you doing, Severus? Let’s go into your bedroom,” Hermione gasped as she felt her dress drawn around her thighs, the wizard pressing into her hungrily.

“We’ll get there witch…eventually,” Severus hissed, dropping low and drawing her dress down around her ankles. “Step out!”

Hermione stepped out of the dress, Severus rising, drawing his hands up her legs, over her hips and gripping her waist momentarily before releasing her and beginning to unbutton his robes. Hermione watched his sure, pale fingers unfasten catch after catch, her belly on fire. Severus looked down at her.

“If lust could be bottled witch, your face would be on the label,” he breathed.

Hermione smirked at him naughtily.

“Let’s not discuss what part of you would be on the label,” she retorted as he parted his robes, his black silk boxers hugely tented. “At least you aren’t naked this time.”

Severus let his robes drop to the floor and stood before the witch in his boxers. Suddenly he hooked one finger in the sheer green knickers she wore and tore them off her, the startled witch shrieking with surprise as Severus yanked his boxers down around his thighs and grabbed her.

“I’m close enough now,” he breathed, lifting the witch up and kissing her, Hermione’s arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled back from Hermione’s mouth, reached down, adjusted his cock and without ceremony he slid Hermione over him with a groan, staring into her face as he held her impaled. Hermione hissed, her mouth dropping open as he filled her, amber eyes meeting black.

“Are you going to accept me, witch?” Severus demanded to know. When Hermione didn’t answer him, he lifted her up and slammed her back down on his cock, thrusting upward as he did so. She buckled, letting out a cry.

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“After,” she gasped. “First we have to…”

Severus began to fuck Hermione, bouncing her over his cock fast and hard, his lips pulled back from his teeth, his black eyes hard as he tore into her, studying her face.

“You’re not getting away from me, witch,” he breathed, “I refuse to let you go. You will accept me! No one desires you more than I. No one will have you other than me. I…will…make…you…love…me.”

Severus stroked into the witch hard, punctuating his declaration passionately and Hermione cried out repeatedly, falling back, but the wizard held her, still fucking her. His boxers still around his thighs, he began to shuffle towards the bedroom, still ramming his cock into the buckling, shrieking witch with every step.

Suddenly Hermione convulsed and came, her juices boiling over him, wetting his cock, balls, pelvis and upper thighs. She quaked against the strength of her release, Severus holding her securely.

“Yes, witch,” he breathed, pulling Hermione forward and kissing her, stopping his journey, shoving his cock deep inside her body and holding it, feeling her clutch around his thickness. They stood just outside the bedroom door, locked together in a double kiss, Hermione’s body entwined around Severus, the wizard immersed inside of her petite form.

When Hermione’s pulsing slowed, Severus began walking again, not releasing her. He pulled away from her mouth and looked into her soft, heated eyes.

“You belong to me, Hermione Granger,” he said to her softly, “Don’t take away what’s mine.”

“But, are you mine, Severus? Will you only possess me, or will I possess you as well?” she managed to breathe back at him.

“All of me,” the wizard said, falling forward on the bed and starting to fuck the witch powerfully, bracing his toes against the floor and driving into her hard.

“Tell me you’ll be mine,” Severus gasped against her jerking body.

Hermione only continued to cry out passionately and Severus, desperate to make her say what he wanted to hear, stopped and climbed over her, pulling Hermione into the bed and forcing her to her knees, pushing her head down. If he had to fuck the witch into conniptions to get an answer out of her, by gods he would.

He gripped his cock and started to enter her, intending to drive into the witch brutally, when his black eyes fell to the small of her back. There was something there. The wizard gripped her waist and leaned forward, cocking his head as he tried to identify what it was. His eyebrows rose, then he swallowed, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to the small mark.

At the base of Hermione’s spine was a tattoo of the Slytherin Serpent, surrounded by the words, “Property of Severus Snape.”

The Potions Master gently turned the witch on her back and lowered himself on top of her, staring down at the witch.

“Mine?” he said softly, as if needed verbal proof. That tattoo said it all.

Hermione nodded, her face flushed from the ride the wizard put her through. Severus lowered his head and kissed the witch with all the tenderness he could muster, slipping back into her body and stroking her deeply, but reverently, gathering her in his arms and making slow, passionate love to her, their bodies rippling and flowing as one until they both tumbled off the pinnacle, whispered words and endearments cushioning their fall back to earth.

Hermione held on to Severus, her heart fluttering. It was the gentlest the wizard had ever been to her, and she could feel his passion and his care. Maybe one day she would feel his love as well. Severus kissed her over and over before rolling off the witch and gathering her into his embrace. He still had his boxers down around his thighs, the top of them wet with release. He didn’t care as he stripped them off with one hand and threw them to the floor. Hermione noticed a blemish on Severus' inner thigh as he withdrew his leg from the boxers. It looked bruised. The witch and sat up.

“Severus, what’s that?” she asked him. It was small but brightly colored.

The wizard looked at her soberly.

“You asked if you would possess me in this relationship,” the wizard said softly, “You are one of two I have ever been marked for…the first decidedly evil and you…decidedly good witch.”

”Marked?” Hermione repeated, drawing closer. Yes she could see it now…outlined in scarlet, a tiny snarling Gryffindor lion surrounded by the words:

”Property of Hermione Granger.”

Hermione looked up at him, and the wizard’s eyes glittered back at her.

”I belong to you as much as you belong to me,” he said soberly. “I am yours as you are mine.”

Adam had suggested Hermione take the tattoo as a way of showing Severus she truly wanted him, and in turn, insisted Severus do the same, although he did place the mark high on his inner thigh, so it wouldn’t be visible unless in an intimate situation and the wizard was nude. He was a Slytherin Head of House after all. It wouldn’t do for everyone to see he was marked by a Gryffindor.

“But…but…how?” Hermione began, unable to believe they both had marked themselves the same way.

Severus smirked and brought a long, pale finger to her lips, shushing her.

“Perhaps it is true, witch, that great minds think alike,” the wizard replied, drawing her down into another passionate and rather grateful kiss that shut her up quite satisfactorily.

The Potions Master pulled away from Hermione’s mouth and stared down at her, realizing his entire life had been made over. Hermione gave him a soft, loving smile, one that made his chest tighten in reaction. As he looked at his witch, his woman, his lover…Severus Snape was sure of one thing in this world if nothing else…

This was one mark he would never regret taking.

THE END

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A/N: And that is the end of "The Makeover" Hoped you enjoyed and see you next story.