Payback is a Witch

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Chapter 5 ~ Just Call Me "Jack"

Hermione opened the lab door and walked in, followed by Severus, who looked around the space with interest. Hermione turned on him.

"Sex? That's how you get release?" she asked him.

The wizard looked at her evenly.

"Don't you remember what it was like to be with me?" he asked her. It was disconcerting to see himself blush.

"Yes, I remember, though I try very hard to forget," the witch replied, scowling. "So what is it you do? Entice witches to your home and spend the weekend fucking them like you did me when it gets to be too much?"

Severus stared at her.

"No, I don't. You are the only one who had that honor. Cheap motel rooms are as good as most get," he replied. "Or the side of a building, maybe even a bathroom at a bar. It really doesn't matter to me where I take them…only that I take them."

"You're a real pig, Severus, you know that?" the witch said, her pale face contorted with disgust.

She pushed a strand of silken hair out of her face as she looked at the wizard and had a terrible thought. What if he started fucking wizards the way he did witches? She'd be ruined.

"I'm not a pig. I'm a man. The witches are always willing. I don't force anyone," the wizard replied, starting to wander about the lab, looking at her equipment. It was good at his own lab at Hogwarts. The witch must have spent quite a few galleons to set this up.

"You forced me," Hermione countered.

Severus turned on her.

"I didn't force you, Hermione. I gave you a choice," he said evenly.

Hermione snorted, her large nose pulsating with disdain.

"Some choice. A scholarship or failure," she replied growing angry again. Gods, her chest was so tight.

"Well, the choice was decidedly stacked on my side, yes, but you still made it. You came to me willing to be fucked in exchange for passing grades. And I did all I promised concerning you," the wizard replied. "I even ended the weekend early. I didn't do near as much to you as I could have."

Hermione remembered that. She remembered how during the final act the wizard made her admit she liked what he did to her, and wanted him…or his cock rather, then they had a heated bout of fucking and she was completely caught up in it, whispering to him passionately as he rode her body, egging the wizard on. When they finished, she asked him if she could kiss him. And that was when he ended the weekend and sent her back to her room. She was supposed to spend the entire night in his bed.

"If I had known asking for a kiss would have kept you off me, I would have asked for one immediately," she said as she set up the cauldron, pulling out her wand and placing a purification spell on it as Severus sat down on a stool and watched her.

"You still would have been fucked and not kissed," he replied. "What happened was my cock was too good to you and you were becoming infatuated with me. I was only interested in your body…not you. It was better to end it then."

"You really are a pig," Hermione said, opening a drawer and pulling out some parchments. She looked them over then set them aside.

Severus made a grunting sound. Hermione ignored him. She'd had enough of talking about what happened seven years ago.

"We're going to have to contact our jobs," Severus said, "let them know we are going to be absent."

"I already did. Both Hogwarts and the Ministry. I owled them last night when I returned home. I was certain you wouldn't be showing up in Potions class," she said, carefully measuring ingredients.

Severus looked at her. The witch still paid attention to detail. He watched as the witch cast the spell that made the aisle of non-magic and carefully added water and several powdered chemicals. She lit the burner and turned it on high, watching the cauldron carefully for about five minutes, then turned the burner down and removed the spell. She then opened a small envelope of parchment and shook what appeared to be chopped herbs into the cauldron. She covered it, cast a sealing spell on it and turned to him.

"That's it for a week," she said. "The lid can't be lifted until then. After that, I will add the next series of ingredients."

"How long did it take you to develop this potion and antidote?" Severus asked her.

"Only three years," she replied, "I had some help however. I used some muggle-based mind altering drugs to concoct the elixir. Consciousness shifters combined with the properties of a few magical plants and an incantation or two. First I did it in theory using mathematical formulas the science of chemistry utilizes, then did a bit of Arithmancy for the magical portion. Theoretically, I found a potion that would switch minds was possible. All that was left was to make it and a way to reverse it. The elixir itself only takes one week to brew…but the antidote is more complex."

Severus stared at her. So she was developing this potion and antidote while taking grueling courses at Lewders. He shook his head. The witch was amazing.

"May I see your research?" he asked her.

"No," Hermione replied, packing it away and making a big show of warding it. Severus scowled.

"I'm not going to steal your work, Hermione," he said coldly.

Hermione made a final flick with her wand.

"I know," she said, heading for the door. Severus stood up and followed her up the stairs, once again clinging to the banister. Once he exited, Hermione securely warded the basement door and walked over to the cooler, taking out some bread and meat. Severus' stomach growled.

Hermione looked at him imperiously.

"If we are going to live each other's lives for a month convincingly, we need to talk…candidly," she said, "So pull up a chair."

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Hermione gave Severus a run-down of the potions she was working on at the Ministry. He was welcome to try his hand at them…all the research was there. Severus thought he might enjoy that. Now as to Hermione being at Hogwarts, that was another matter.

"Firstly, I am not a conversationalist, so you don't have to talk to anyone. I mostly stay in my rooms or my lab and spend two hours in the evening in the Head of House office to be available to my Slytherins. You may find yourself in a position of having to advise them. They are not Gryffindors. You will not report any mischief they are involved in. We keep what happens in Slytherin house, in Slytherin house. Your job is to keep them out of trouble or in other words…undiscovered. Only if they are caught in the wrong do you punish them, and make it severe. Shoveling thestral shit or accompanying Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest are good punishments. If the situation is concerning sex, you will provide them with protection if they need it, not judge them or try to impress your moral standards on them. Adult morality towards sex when it concerns youngsters tends to be to pretend it doesn't exist or that it is bad. Neither is true. Slytherins have a healthy attitude toward sex. I want to keep it that way. Mostly they will just want someone to listen to their problems, not solve them. Do that as much as possible. You will also be required to find ways to replace points other staff have taken from them. Make your reasons feasible so you don't end up in front of Albus having to defend your actions."

Hermione just looked at the wizard. So that's how he handled his students…covering up for them, being just a sounding board and letting them shag if they wanted. She shook her head slightly. No wonder Slytherins acted the way they did. What kind of moral guidance was he giving them?

Severus knew very well the witch was judging his handling of his students. Fuck her. His Slytherins were the best prepared to face the world as it was. They left his house resourceful and cunning, well aware of the consequences of their actions. They generally did quite well in life. The wizard continued.

"Since Voldemort's death, I don't communicate with Albus near as much as I used to. A quick greeting is all he requires. As for my classes, I have a lesson plan that is simple to follow. My assistant Albert does most of the class teaching. I only lecture and administer tests for the most part. As far as the lectures go, let Albert do them for the month. He needs the practice and I doubt if you could do it with as much command as I do. The students will notice the difference in delivery. I intend on retiring soon and Albert will take my place. So mostly you will oversee Albert. He is quite good and doesn't require much in the way of direction, though his interaction with the class is much too lenient in my opinion. Don't let him get away with giving any student partial credits for their work."

Hermione snorted. Albert probably told the students when they did a good job. That would be akin to blasphemy to Severus, who praised no one.

"Now that we have our basic job duties out of the way, we need to focus on our personal lives. Mine is relatively simple. For the most part I stick to the castle. If you go out to Hogsmeade or Knockturn alley, most likely you will be accosted by several of my female acquaintances wanting an hour or two of intimacy. I don't know how my body will react to this, but most likely it will react. I like pussy and I daresay it will crave its weekly dose of trim. You're going to have to handle this own your own should it happen. However, you can just push the witches away from you if not interested. They are used to that kind of treatment. If you want to fuck them, be prepared to work out. They are all lusty and masochistic."

Hermione blanched.

"I will certainly not be fucking any lusty, masochistic witches!" she said, scowling at him.

"That's what your morality tells you. Just wait until my cock kicks in," the Potions Master replied. "Now, about you. Are there any more Ronald Weasleys hiding in the shadows that I should know about?"

Hermione swallowed.

No there were no more Rons, but there was a Vladimir. Vladimir Blovotsky. A dark wizard who lived in Knockturn Alley.

Her answer to Severus.

Vlad was an apocathery assistant. She had met him one day when she went to the infamous Alley to buy some very rare herbs for a potion she was working on. Vlad had very intense blue eyes, black hair cut short, and a close-cropped beard. The wizard was short, well built, oozed sex and spoke with an accent that reminded her of Victor. But he wasn't from Bulgaria. Vlad never told her where he was from. His voice was not as silky as Severus' but it was rugged and sexy enough to make the witch cream herself whenever he made a dirty suggestion.

Hermione didn't see the wizard often, but when she did he left her walking bow-legged. The wizard was extremely dominating and worse than the Potions Master when he wanted her. Vlad never took no for an answer, and had on more than one occasion thrown Hermione over his shoulder and apparated to his flat with her. Then he would practically tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless for trying to deny him. He was also into light bondage and delighted in tying Hermione up in various ways, ways she loved. These aspects of the wizard appealed to the darker nature Severus had awakened in the witch years ago. If Severus ran into Vlad while in her body, there would definitely be problems.

"Stay away from Knockturn Alley," she said to the wizard, "I have an acquaintance there who is a bit on the rough side. If he sees you, he's going to want you. And what Vlad wants, he gets. He'll fuck the shit out of you."

Severus arched both eyebrows at the witch.

"So you did go and find a lover in Knockturn Alley to meet your twisted little needs," he said, grinning at the witch. "He sounds like quite a piece of work if you can't go near him without him ravishing you."

Hermione blushed. Again Severus saw himself turn bright red. He hadn't known he could turn so red. Now he was curious.

"Is he as good as I was?" the Potions Master asked her.

Hermione looked startled, then her eyes narrowed.

"Better," she replied.

Hermione was lying however. Vlad was very, very good. Strong, sexual…an animal in bed. His cock was big, but he was still no Severus. But he served his purpose and fulfilled her darker needs adequately.

Now it was Severus' turn to narrow his eyes. So, she had found another wizard who was a rough rider. A wizard she thought could outfuck him. His small nostrils flared a bit as his competitive streak rose.

"Maybe when I get my body back, I should invite Vlad over for a friendly competition," he said to the witch. "We could take turns and judge the winner by the number of orgasms we can pull from you."

Dear gods. Vlad and Severus? She'd never survive it. She'd be pummeled to death.

Hermione's cock throbbed and began to swell. Merlin.

The witch hissed, unable to hide what she felt. Her robes began to tent.

"Shit," she said shifting in the chair, wanting to place her hand on the huge organ.

Severus watched her erection grow, and felt a strange, urgent throb in beneath his navel, then a warmth began to spread throughout his lower body. A slight ache started between his legs. The wizard's eyes widened. Oh shit. Hermione's body was responding to her erection. It remembered him.

"I've got to go to the bathroom," the wizard said, rising from the chair and fleeing the kitchen.

Hermione watched him go with relief. Now she could handle her cock.

"Gods, how does he deal with this?" she groaned as she unfastened the robes over her lap and stuck her hand down her trousers, gripping her cock and fisting it.

"Fuck!" she said, throwing her head back.

The witch was jacking off, and it felt amazing. She pulled her cock out of her trousers and through the opening in her robes and really went to work on it, watching her long pale fingers grip and slide over its length. The head was almost purple and was leaking. Hermione leaned forward, working her hand faster and faster, her pleasure building and a delicious pressure growing in her balls.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" she gasped as she reached her pinnacle and her long legs kicked out and she shouted as she came, come spurting from the tip of her cock, pleasure thrumming through the shaft, racing up her spine. The witch shuddered as pulse after blissful pulse shot from her organ.

In the bathroom, Severus heard the shout, ran back to the kitchen and watched open-mouthed as Hermione, leaning forward and shuddering, shot wad after wad across the kitchen, thick come landing several feet away on the floor.

She was panting heavily as her climax came to a close.

"Holy shit," she gasped, leaning back in the chair, her cock falling limply over her grasping hand. "That was fucking fantastic!"

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing with my cock?" Severus screeched at her.

Still panting, Hermione leaned forward and looked at the wizard evenly. Her black eyes held a rather hot glint as she gazed at him.

"Getting better acquainted," she replied breathlessly.

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A/N: Woooo Haaah! Hermione jerks off. Lololol. Too funny. It seemed she really liked what she felt. She might get curious. Hmmm. Anyway, please review.