Payback is a Witch

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Chapter 7 ~ An Unexpected Meeting

Three days later, Severus Snape walked through Diagon Alley looking up at the signs as he navigated the crowds. He was on his lunch break from the Ministry and looking for a particular shop recommended to him by the front desk clerk. He saw it.

Biddy Botter's Beauty Emporium.

He grinned and walked inside.

A smiling witch in a blue uniform with an apron walked up to him.

"Hello Miss, how can I help you today?" she asked him.

Severus gave her a smirk.

"I'd like a haircut," he replied. "Preferably, a short one."

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Forty-five minutes later, a very different looking Hermione Granger emerged from the beauty shop. Severus looked in the window at his reflection and patted his hair with satisfaction. Two could play at this game. No more tugging a comb and brush through his locks every morning for him.

Severus started back toward the apparation point and was passing Diagon Alley when suddenly someone grabbed him and yanked him into the small opening. The wizard was pulled backwards against a short, broad body. He started to scream but a hand was clapped over his mouth and he was dragged into a small, dark niche. He felt a pair of lips press against his ear.

"Where have you been witch?" a low, rather dangerous and accented voice asked him, "I haven't fucked you in over two months. You know better than that. Were you trying to make Vlad come and seek you out? I am very, very displeased."

Severus felt one hand move roughly over his breasts and struggled ineffectively even as his treacherous body gave a strong pulse of desire. The wizard still had his hand clamped over his mouth. Severus tried to bite him, but he only readjusted his hand. It seemed he was used to that.

"But you will soon fix that, yes?" Vlad breathed.

Suddenly they disapparated.

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They reappeared in a tiny flat. It consisted of a combination living room and kitchen, with a door, presumably leading to Vlad's bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, containing a small sofa, an armchair and a long table against the wall, on which were bags of herbs and a couple of open books. A wooden chair was drawn up against it. On the wall was the painting of a man who looked very much like Vlad. Probably his father.

The wizard spun Severus to face him, holding his arms tightly, his blue eyes fixed on his hair. He scowled.

"What did you do to your hair, Hermione?" he asked her, his eyes shifting to Severus' face.

"I cut it," Severus replied, "It was too much trouble to take care of."

Vlad's eyes shifted back to his hair, which was cut in a short curling afro that framed the wizard's face.

"I don't like it. Witches are supposed to have long hair. How can I hold on to it when I fuck you from behind when it is so short? You must grow it back. Use magic," he declared.

Severus didn't say anything. He needed the wizard to let him go so he could reach his wand. Suddenly Vlad kissed him violently, shoving his tongue into the wizard's mouth and pulling him tight against his body. Severus could feel his iron erection beneath his robes and struggled. He felt Hermione's body heating up deliciously, but his mind was not engaged. All he wanted was to get away. This wasn't like when Hermione was touching him. This was something much different. The only reason Severus didn't bite Vlad's tongue was because he had a sense the wizard was violent and would strike him.

"Ah, you are hot for Vlad. Good," the wizard said, pulling back from his mouth, mistaking the wizard's struggling for reaction. "But first you will suck my cock for staying away from me for so long," the wizard said, releasing Severus and starting to unbutton his robes.

Severus wasted no time drawing his wand and pointing the tip of it between Vlad's eyes.

"I won't be sucking your cock today or any day, wizard," Severus said through clenched teeth.

Vlad stopped unbuttoning his robes and scowled at the wizard. Then his face broke out into a smile.

"You play with Vlad, no?" he said, reaching for the wand.

"No," Severus replied, hitting him with a binding spell.

Ropes flew out the end of his wand, wrapping around Vlad, who fell straight back. Luckily the sofa caught him.

"What are you doing you crazy bitch?" Vlad shouted at him, struggling uselessly in the ropes. "I tie you up. You don't tie me up. I am the man! You will pay for this! I will fuck your ass until it bleeds!"

My. Vlad certainly had a temper.

Severus arched an eyebrow at the wizard. This was Hermione's idea of a replacement for him? This violent bastard? Sure, Severus knew he was hard on witches, but he had never injured any in the way Vlad threatened to do to Hermione. This wasn't good. Sooner or later this wizard was going to do the witch some harm. Not that Severus was any knight in shining armor…but he didn't like the idea of it. The wizard was bigger and stronger than Hermione. She wouldn't have a chance with him.

The wizard thought for a moment as Hermione's twisted lover continued to rage and threaten her with terrible sexual retribution. This Vlad really was a sick fuck. Severus seriously doubted that Hermione's masochistic streak ran this deep. His body was not responding to the wizard at all now.

Severus eyed the wizard, then flicked his wand at him, levitating him for a moment then placed him so his stomach rested against the back of the sofa and he was on his knees, slightly bent. Then the wizard added extra ropes to hold him in place.

"Vlad, I think this relationship has been very one-sided up to this point," he said to the wizard evenly. "You have far too much power."

"What to you mean?" Vlad asked, trying to turn his head so he could see the witch. "What are you doing to me? Let me go! Let me go you bitch!"

Severus smirked evilly.

"I don't think so, Vlad. I think you need a lesson. A deep, penetrating lesson that you won't forget any time soon. Something that will make you see the kind of violence you intend to perpetrate against me is cruel and painful. Something that will make you never think of doing such a thing again," Severus said.

"You have no idea what pain is! You let me go now! Now!" Vlad raged, twisting in his bindings.

Severus made a circular motion with his wand, and the seat of Vlad's trousers disappeared revealing his muscular ass.

"What? What are you doing?" Vlad demanded, feeling the air hit his naked flesh.

Severus strolled around the sofa, walking over to the desk where the bags of herbs and books rested. He pointed his wand at one of the books and flicked it.

Vlad's blue eyes went wide.

"No! No! What are you doing, Hermione? Release me witch. I swear I will let you go. I will not touch you. We can just end it…can't we?" Vlad said, fear in his voice now.

Severus tied the huge black strap-on dildo around his trim waist securely. It was about four inches in circumference and had to be at least ten inches long.

"No, Vlad. After this…we can end it," Severus replied, walking back around the sofa and moving into position behind the wizard.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Vlad screamed horribly.

Severus didn't even use grease.

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Today was the seventh day and it was time to add the next round of ingredients to the antidote. Hermione apparated to her home and let herself in. The house was dark. Hermione walked through it cautiously.

"Severus? Severus?" she called. She walked into the kitchen, then the living room. He wasn't there. Her brow creased she walked back toward the bedroom. It was dark as well. She pulled out her wand and turned up the torches to see Severus stretched out in the bed sound asleep. That was odd. He normally retired much later.

Suddenly Hermione's eyes narrowed and she stalked up to the bed, looking down on the wizard.

Oh no. No.

"Severus! What did you do to my hair?" she roared at him.

The startled wizard sat up in the bed, blinking up at the angry, towering wizard standing over the bed clenching her pale hands.

"I cut it," he replied sarcastically, "It was entirely unmanageable. Plus I think it looks good."

Hermione stared at the short curly cut. She looked like a chestnut-haired Little Orphan Annie.

"How dare you cut my hair, Severus!" she seethed at him.

"You had no qualms cutting mine," he countered.

"But yours needed cutting. Mine didn't," she responded.

Hermione couldn't believe this. All her beautiful hair chopped off. She was going to kill him. Kill him. No…she was going to take this out in flesh. Just wait. Juuuuust wait. She began to make a list of his offenses.

Severus looked at her incredulously.

"You might be used to spending more than half and hour trying to tame those tangles you call curls, but I'm not. It makes my hand cramp and my arm grow tired," he said. "Now all I have to do is wet it and forget it."

Hermione scowled at him.

"You're going to pay for this, Severus Snape…mark my words," she declared, her black eyes glittering at him dangerously.

Severus slid out of the bed and stood, looking up at the witch for a moment, before heading for the bathroom and closing the door.

Presently Hermione heard, "Oh bloody hell, not again!" then a string of curses.

There was silence for a moment, then the door cracked.

"Would you hand me a pair of knickers?" Severus said, scowling through the crack at Hermione. "I've fucking leaked again. This is the third pair of knickers I had to change today. Bloody pad doesn't hold shit."

Hermione couldn't help grinning although she was pissed about her hair being cut. She went into the drawer and selected a pair of very sexy red knickers, walked over to the bathroom door and passed them through the crack. Silence followed. Then Severus' small hand held the knickers out the door again.

"Very funny," he seethed. "Plain white cotton, if you please."

Hermione chuckled and retrieved a normal pair of knickers and passed them through the door, which was then slammed shut. It went silent again, then she heard a trickle in the loo, then a flush, then the basin running for a little while. Finally Severus emerged, looking disgusted.

"I tell you…thanks the gods I was born a wizard," he said, stalking past Hermione, who thought of something.

"Where are you putting the bloody knickers?" she asked him, frowning.

"In the hamper," he replied.

"The hamper? You have to wash them out in cold water immediately Severus. They stain and plus you will have all my clothes smelling like a slaughterhouse," she said to him.

Hermione strode into the bathroom, stopped up the basin, filled it with cold water and gingerly retrieved the bloody garments out of her hamper, dropping them into the sink. She reached under the counter and took out a box of magical cleaning solution and poured it into the water and swirled the knickers around. The blood disappeared, but she still let them soak. She exited the bathroom and looked at Severus, who was standing in the middle of the bedroom.

"Honestly. You are the most unsanitary wizard I know. Wearing no knickers under your robes. Putting bloody garments in my hamper. Gods!" she complained, her pale nose wrinkled as she looked at the wizard.

I'm a blinking MAN, Hermione. I don't know about what witches do at times like this," Severus retorted, heading out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. "I'm doing the best I can here."

Severus was hungry. He had expended a lot of energy this afternoon and pushed Hermione's body to the limit punishing Vlad. His back ached from the unaccustomed activity.

One thing was for certain…Vlad wouldn't be fucking the witch again in this lifetime. He took a Wizarding oath on it in exchange for Severus releasing him. He was sobbing as he did so. The wizard really laid it on him, giving the apocathery assistant what he threatened to give Hermione. Most likely Vlad was at St. Mungo's getting his rectum fixed. Severus was almost sure he would treat witches better in the future, if he dealt with them at all.

"I met your Vlad this afternoon," Severus said over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.

Hermione paused. He met Vlad? No wonder he was sleeping when she came home.

Hermione hurried into the kitchen, her black eyes sweeping over the wizard.

"Did he hurt you much? I haven't been with him in about two months. He had to have been…livid," she said, looking at the wizard with concern.

The concern was more for the state of her body after being fucked by an angry Vlad, than for what the wizard went through. Vlad could get rather brutal.

"No, he didn't hurt me at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed our little interlude," Severus said, taking some bread, cheese and meat out of the cooler and setting it on the table.

Hermione plopped down in a chair, staring at the wizard in disbelief. Severus had liked getting fucked by Vlad? She felt a little stab of jealousy as she looked at him. She wanted to be the first to pop the wizard's cherry.

"But Vlad didn't seem to enjoy it as much," he added, going to the utensil drawer and taking out a knife, then to the overhead cabinet for a plate. He paused.

"Do you want a sandwich?" he asked Hermione, who was still staring at him.

She shook her head.

"What do you mean he didn't enjoy it? He loves fucking me," Hermione said.

Severus cut two thick slices of bread, then a slice of cheese.

"He might like fucking you, but he didn't like you fucking him," the wizard replied, placing some meat on the bread, covering it with another slice and setting it on the plate.

"What? What are you talking about 'me fucking him?' Severus Snape, what did you do?" Hermione demanded, her large nostrils pulsating.

Severus calmly put the food away and cleaned up the crumbs he left behind, before sitting down at the table and taking a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly. Hermione folded her arms and looked at him angrily.

"I'm waiting," she said testily.

Severus leveled his amber eyes at the witch.

"That is your idea of a wizard to meet your needs, Hermione? He's a fucking animal," he said to her, scowling now.

Hermione snorted.

"Like you can talk," she retorted.

"I would never do to a witch what that wizard threatened to do to you when you tried to deny him. As black-hearted as I am, I would never fuck a witch until she was damaged, or even suggest it. Yes, I am rough and can be brutal, but I have control. I've never deeply injured a witch beyond giving her a sore pussy or a little residual ache. Vlad wanted to damage you. Eventually he would have," Severus said to the witch. "It would have been better if you sought me out again, than fuck someone with the capacity to do that, Hermione. I would have fucked you like you needed."

"Seek you out? You've been sniffing too many potions," the witch replied.

Severus studied her.

"Well, you won't have to worry about him anymore. He took a wizarding oath not to see you in any capacity again," the wizard said, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"What? You had no right, Severus! I liked Vlad!" she roared at him.

"Well, I didn't like Vlad. I would have just left him tied up if he hadn't threatened me as he did. I could have left, Hermione, but the next time he saw you…he would have hurt you. Badly. Believe me," he said.

"You tied Vlad up?" Hermione asked him.

Gods. She could only imagine how the wizard reacted to that. Vlad had very definite ideas of what roles witches served in sex. Only submissive ones. He must have blown a torch.

"That was all I could do. He wanted me to suck his cock because you had denied him so long. It wasn't going to happen. So I put a binding spell on him," the wizard explained.

Hermione let her head drop into her hand for a moment. Vlad must have gone ballistic.

"He started ranting and raving and said he was going to fuck you in your ass until you bled. That is more than being a dominant lover, Hermione. The man was an animal. He also said he was going to do a few other painful things to you. Would you have rather I let you walk into that unprepared? You said he wouldn't take no for an answer, so you couldn't have just stopped seeing him. He would have abducted you the first chance he got and brutalized you…maybe even killed you after he'd done his damage to keep from going to Azkaban. It has happened to other witches in Knockturn Alley. It could have happened to you. So I took care of Vlad. He won't be targeting you any more."

Hermione stared at Severus. Vlad did have an awful temper, and there had been one or two times when he went too far with her. But still, most of the time he gave her what she needed. Now he was gone.

"What did you do to him?" she asked Severus, almost afraid of his answer.

"I did to him what he threatened to do to you. Fucked him in the ass with a strap-on and no lubrication until he bled," the wizard replied, rising from the table, walking over to the upper cabinet and taking out a glass, then over to the cooler where he removed a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He filled the glass, put it back and returned to the table as Hermione stared at him, her black eyes wide.

"You fucked Vlad with a strap-on?" she asked him, trembling slightly.

Severus nodded.

"Very thoroughly. Your body isn't in very good condition and I used a lot of energy. I was exhausted when I returned to the Ministry to finish the day. When I came home, all I could think of was bed," the wizard replied.

"How did he get you?" Hermione inquired.

"He must have been in Knockturn Alley when I walked by heading for the beauty emporium," Severus replied. "He grabbed me on my way back to the Ministry."

Yes. That was standard Vlad all right. He'd done the same thing to her when she went to the bookstore one afternoon. Hermione shook her head. Well, Vlad was out of her life now, thanks to Severus and his warped sense of justice. Now what was she supposed to do when she wanted brutal sex? Ron just didn't have it in him to make her scream…he said he didn't like to feel he was hurting her. The Auror's sex was good when she was in the mood for it, but when she needed more…Ron just couldn't deliver. He was too sweet-natured.

"You're looking very sorry for yourself," Severus said, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. He set the glass down. "Now you have no one to ram you into conniptions when you need it. Mr. Weasley can't do it, otherwise you wouldn't have needed Vlad."

Hermione looked at him, her black eyes glinting. She didn't reply.

"Well, there's always me. When I get my body back that is," the wizard said, his amber eyes looking at her levelly. "You know what I can do to you, witch. It's been a long time, but I assure you…I'm like a fine wine. I only get better with age."

Hermione felt her cock throb, and quickly stood up.

"I have to go see about the antidote," she said, drawing her wand and walking to the basement door. She removed all the wards, opened it and descended into the darkness. Severus watched her go.

The wizard smirked. Vlad had unknowingly maneuvered him into quite a delicious position as far as Hermione Granger was concerned. Voldemort was dead now, and there was no reason he couldn't continue to fuck the witch once he got to her when he was switched back to his body. He'd make her crave him.

Hermione didn't know it, but she was a marked witch.

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A/N: Ooh. Interesting chapter. Severus cuts Hermione's hair. Severus meets Vlad. Severus fucks Vlad. Severus makes plans. Lol about the leakage. Man. Anyway, please review.