The Switch (or The Switcharoo)

So, jumping a head a little bit. Get things rolling.




MONDAY - chapter 8

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Sunday went uneventful, everyone went about their business and took their potion like they should. That day went like a regular unbotched potion day should have.

Monday morning, Hermione asked Severus if she could teach his classes for today, through their mental connection. ‘Please,” she pleaded, “just help me, if I mess up, which is highly unlikely. I have a free period first today. You could just ‘stop by to see about a potion’ or something. My other classes are transfiguration, charms, and double potions. They’re easy!” Hermione waited for Snape to answer her.

‘Miss Granger, if I let you do this when we’re polyjuiced on every Monday, will you leave me alone? I NOW have a free period this morning too, just let me sleep some more.’ Severus thought back to her, trying to get across that he didn’t really care.

‘I will leave you alone, just tell me where your schedule is, so I can see what I’m doing.’ Hermione was a very happy morning person.

‘In the living room, on the center table, you know the password. If we’re using our minds to talk call me Severus, I hate hearing Snape in my head.’ he snapped.

Hermione didn’t answer him, so he went back to sleep, glad he was in his own bed.

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Hermione, got out of her bed and went to shower, knowing she was Severus for today. She planned to take a long shower, so she could enjoy Severus’ body once again. She liked being a guy just because masterbating was easier and she didn't have to deal with other girl problems.

She slowly got undressed as she turned the shower on, making sure it was hot water, not just warm. When she stepped into the shower a wall slid from one side to the other like a curtain and a bench came out of the wall opposite of the shower head.

Hermione lathered soap onto her body and worked her way from her head to her toes, skipping over her ‘sensitive area’ to soap later. She washed off and then suddenly remembered why the bathroom had looked familiar the other night. It was the bathroom she had used from Severus’ room.

She stopped trying to satisfy herself and hurriedly as she heard Severus in her mind. ‘Well, you could have kept going. I wasn’t going to interrupt. Now, that you’ve awaken me, you need to either hurry up and finish your shower or let me in our bathroom, to bathe.’ Severus said unhappily.

‘Come on in. I don’t see why you can’t enter.’

‘If one of us is already in there we have to have permission to enter. Rules of Dumbledore, which he wouldn’t’ve needed if he gave you a separate bath.’

‘Stop complaining to me. I’m trying to finish my shower.’ Hermione grasped her still hard cock, trying to relieve herself, whether Severus was coming in or not. She slowly worked herself to an orgasm by thinking about how close her own naked body was to her. She tried not to let the image of her and Snape screwing in the shower as they were, get through their mental connection. When she got off, she rewashed herself and stopped the shower. The wall disappeared before she could get a towel to her. She tried to hide herself from him, forgetting, that it was his own body.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” Severus said, relaxing in the tub. He looked at her with an odd expression because she had her hands covering her crotch.

Hermione wrapped a towel around her, before she answered. “Well, for a moment I forgot it was your body you would be seeing, not mine. Though seeing my body is clearly not a problem for you.”

“It’s a problem being a girl with a man’s mind, it’s a big problem. You just can’t see my arousal. Which I’ve been grateful for.” Severus said nonchalantly.

“So, Snape, what am I doing today?” Hermione asked changing the subject. She walked to the mirror to brush her hair.

“First years are up first, a simple healing potion for them, then third years and a harder more complex deep wound potion. The seventh years are going to be learning how to make the truth serum.” Severus watched Hermione as they fell into a nice conversation.

“Great! I love doing this already!” Hermione magically dried her now long, black hair. “Snape, I love your hair for being so flat, and it only appears unwashed.”

Snape grimaced, “Well, I can’t help that. I hate your hair, because it’s so bushy. Have you ever tried to charm it? Or iron it?” Severus offered her an equally awful complement.

Hermione turned around and walked over to the tub. “I’ll have you know, I’ve tried everything! Nothing works. I just tie it back and charm it to stay every once in a while.” Hermione sharply turned on her heel and walked to his rooms, slamming the bathroom door behind her. The door vanished, making sure Severus couldn’t follow her.

Severus just laid in the tub massaging his new found pleasure, under the water. Seeing his own body had him unknowingly aroused. He was glad he could finish with more time, because Hermione had taken over his class.

He laid back and rubbed his clit slowly, until he could feel himself become close to an orgasm.

When he began to move his fingers faster, he suddenly had an image of Harry and Draco naked in his mind. He immediately felt sick and stopped. When he got the image out of his head, he heard laughter from Hermione’s side of the bathroom. Severus pointed his thoughts right to Hermione. ‘You wait, just wait. You want to play games now, we’ll play games.’ He heard the laughter stop and smiled to himself. He knew this was going to get good.

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Hermione walked in the class room and heard everyone stop talking. “Today, we are going to make a simple healing potion. You will all pair up to work. Make sure you do not make a mess or break anything.” Hermione liked feeling that kind of power, the power to make people do what you wanted.

Hermione walked around the class as everyone worked on the healing potion, so she could watch everyone and so she could be more like Snape. As she was walking around, though, one of the students whispered, “I wonder if he charms his robes to flow like they do in the hall.”

Hermione turned toward the voice and glared, “That will be 10 points from Hufflepuff, Mr. Alexander. Get back to work.” Hermione felt Severus laugh in her mind and told her, ‘I actually have charmed my robes to do that, Miss Granger. Nice point sum. I would’ve taken more.’

‘Sod off, at least it was something like you.’ Hermione retorted, and looked at the time.

‘Don’t worry, Miss Granger, You only have 10 minutes left. Tell everyone to put a stasis on their potions and if they are done, tell them to bottle some of the potion and label it with name and class. Don’t forget to have them clean up.’ Severus was so relaxed, and didn’t mind being a bit nicer then usual.

Hermione had everyone do as Snape had said and then moved all the cauldrons to their section on the shelves. She then sat down and waited the ten minutes for the next class. ‘If I knew it was like this, instructing, observing, watching for anything to go wrong, all at the same time, I think it would have been a challenge. Taking away points and listening to everyone along with the first three makes this teaching thing a real challenge. I love it, Severus, this teaching your class, or more likely a class at all.’ Hermione tried to get him to talk to her.

‘God, Miss Know-It-All, may have figured something out. You can’t take my job away. Don’t even try.’ Severus got serious. ‘I love my job, even if I have to deal with insolent and stupid children.’

Hermione laughed, because she hadn’t thought of taking away his job, she just wanted to teach. She didn’t care what she taught, just as long as she taught something to someone.

The third years came in and sat down quietly, waiting for Hermione to speak. She just waved her wand at the board and the potion ingredients and how to brew them, along with the page in the book showed up. “Start immediately. Don’t waste my time.” Hermione had gotten used to being Severus now. She almost had all his tones down, which wasn’t too hard. Grumpy, evil, mad, and hateful were usually pretty close. Severus just didn’t laugh too much, and Hermione realized she wanted to hear him laugh with his own voice and body at least once.

Hermione started grading what papers were left on Snape’s desk, most of her marks were just grammar errors. ‘How do you get so many points taken away, when most of the mistakes are grammar errors?’

‘Well, when you see so many errors for so long, you start seeing the ones everyone else wouldn’t ever catch. And some times I take a few for not citing right or for not doing something right at all like paragraphs or other such things.’ Severus told her. Not really aware of the charms class going on around himself.

“Hermione, are you okay today? You seem a little off.” Ron ask her.

“I’m fine. Just fine, don’t worry.” Snape answered, swearing as Ron and Harry started talking again, not paying attention. ‘I now know how you must feel with these two idiots.’

“Hermione, can you show everyone how to do the charm?” Flitwick asked Snape.

“Absolutely, Professor.” Snape said as Hermione-like as possible. Which made Hermione smile.

Severus did as Flitwick had and aced the warding charm. The rest of Hermione’s and Snape’s classes flew by without much event.


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Another chapter! Woo!