Payback is a Witch

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 9 ~ Hermione Makes Her Moves

When Hermione came in that evening, her arms full of bags, Severus was in the kitchen cooking a simple dinner of spaghetti with tomatoes, fennel and basil, garlic bread and a salad. Male or female, the wizard knew his way around the kitchen. He turned around and looked at the bags curiously as Hermione set them on the table.

"What's this?" he asked her, walking up to the bags and looking in. He let out a whoop as he pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Yesss," he hissed, turning the bottle and eyeing the amber liquid.

"I thought since tomorrow the antidote would be completed, we could celebrate a bit tonight," Hermione said, her eyes sweeping over the wizard. "There's also wine."

Severus smiled broadly. He hadn't had a decent drink since he was switched into this blasted body. There was no liquor in the house, so he presumed Hermione didn't drink. Obviously he had been wrong. He walked back over to the stove and drained the spaghetti. He quickly put it in a large bowl, added the tomato, basil and fennel, tossing it lightly. He set it on the table along with the garlic bread, hot and crusty from the over. He then retrieved the salad from the cooler. Hermione put a quick chilling spell on the wine and retrieved two glasses from the cabinet. The table was quickly set, and the two settled down to eat.

It was a rather quiet meal, Hermione's wheel's turning as she watched Severus with hooded eyes. His body was kicking in, and she had a slight erection as she thought about how she would seduce the wizard. Hermione thought the most difficult aspect of this might be Severus' perception of himself as a man in a woman's body. As such, the idea of being reamed by a cock, especially one as big as his would not be palatable to the wizard.

Hermione had to work her body into a state of arousal that overpowered the wizard's perceived sexuality, so the passion would carry him along and he would willingly accept her. Hermione herself felt like a coiled spring. Severus' body was strong, although she hadn't been working out…he was probably going to have to play catch-up, but she still was in very good shape. The wizard's body seemed tireless.

Hermione had indulged herself in several more bouts of masturbation over the past month, and she was more than curious about how it would feel to fuck a witch. If her hand felt so delightful, a warm, wet clutching tunnel of flesh would feel exquisite…even if it were her own. She was literally going to fuck herself…in a manner of speaking.

What Hermione didn't realize was Severus' body's sexual clock wasn't ticking, it was ringing at full alarm. It hadn't had actual sex in a month, and it was conditioned for trim at least once weekly. So her desire to fuck Severus was in fact, a reflection of his body's physical urges. If she hadn't been jacking off so frequently, she would be in a much worse state than she was.

They finished their meal, and Hermione said, "Why don't you retire to the living room and have some Firewhiskey, Severus. I'll clean up in here."

Severus dabbed at his mouth daintily, rose from the table and grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey and a glass, then walked out of the kitchen.

Hermione quickly stood up, pulled out her wand and cleared the table. Then she walked over to the basement door, unwarded it and entered, warding it securely behind her. She descended the stair quickly and unwarded her lab, zipping inside, her robes billowing, then securely warded the lab door too. She walked over to the cauldron.

"This is it," she breathed, casting a spell to unseal the top, then lifting it off. Yes! It was a deep amber. The antidote was ready.

Hermione took out several small bottles from beneath the counter, scourgified and purified them, and with a tap of her wand, filled each one and magically cooled them. She walked over to another drawer and removed a rubber-tipped syringe, pulling the top off of it and rolling up her sleeve, revealing her pale, sinewy arm. She didn't need to tap the crook of her elbow…Severus' body had good veins. She drew out a bit of blood, then picked up a bottle and drew its contents into the syringe, shaking it to mix the antidote thoroughly. She then recapped the tip of the needle with the rubber piece, then cast a stasis spell on it. She put the syringe in her robes pocket. Hermione then put the other bottles of antidote in her potions store, grabbed a bottle of sober-up potions, pocketed it and returned upstairs.

She walked into the living room to find Severus finishing his first glass of firewhiskey.

"Ahhh!" he said, settling back in the chair. "That hits the spot."

Hermione couldn't help but think of the spot she planned on hitting. The wizard's body was truly taking over now.

Severus looked at her.

"Where were you? Cleaning up shouldn't have taken that long," he said. His cheeks were already flushed.

"I went to check on the antidote," Hermione said silkily, watching as the wizard poured another half glass of firewhiskey. "I'll be right back."

Severus raised his glass to her in acknowledgement, then took a healthy sip. He shuddered a little as it went down. Typical Hermione response. Hermione headed for the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the nightstand. She took the syringe and the sober-up potion out of her pocket, opened the drawer and placed them inside. There, that was done. Next she went into the bathroom, removed all of her clothing, including her boxers, then put her robes back on so she was completely nude underneath them. She wanted easy access once she got started. Hermione then retrieved the bottle of lotion, returned to the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand.

She rubbed her pale hands together evilly.

"Now Professor Severus Snape…you're going to learn what it is to be the fuckee, instead of the fucker," she breathed, her cock swelling in anticipation. "The alcohol might start you off, but when I fuck you…you will be aware of every single stroke, you bastard."

Swiftly Hermione walked back into the living room, sat down in the armchair across from Severus and leveled her eyes on him. Even with the short hair, he looked delicious.

"Aren't you going to join me?" he asked the witch. His amber eyes had quite a gleam now. The alcohol was already taking effect.

Hermione really didn't want to drink anything. Severus' body probably had quite a tolerance for alcohol, but she wasn't sure her mind could handle it. She wanted to be aware of what she was doing.

"No," she said, bouncing her fist off her stomach as if trying to belch, "I think there was a bit too much garlic on your garlic bread. It's coming back on me. I'd better wait until my stomach settles."

Severus snorted.

"It's all in your mind. I love garlic. My body can easily handle my garlic bread," the wizard said.

"Be that as it may, Severus…I'm still going to wait," the witch said, her dark eyes watching him intently.

Severus shrugged.

"Suit yourself," he said, downing his firewhiskey. He was starting to feel very good, and he had only had two glasses. Normally it took him about five to get the kind of buzz he was feeling. He looked at Hermione.

"So witch, will you be glad to get your body back?" he asked her, his eyes sweeping over his own form.

He certainly wasn't handsome, but he could see the dark attraction, the dangerous allure he had for some witches. The way he spoke and moved was magnetic and his eyes mesmerizing when he focused them on a woman. Once he fucked a witch, either she was mad about him or didn't want him to come near her again. Most of the time it was the former. But since he could never truly be sure of the outcome, he took every witch for a good hard ride, just it case it would be the first and last time.

His eyes flicked to his hair. Hermione kept it quite nice and it was growing back quickly. He'd cast a hair-growing spell on it as soon as he switched back. He planned to fuck Hermione immediately. His body had to be starved, and actually Hermione's body was a bit achy too. Besides, he owed her big for this one. The witch was going to pay. Plus, there was Vlad to erase as well. But there were some benefits to having been a witch for a month. He had learned things about Hermione's body that he was sure applied to most witches. He would be an even better lover after this.

"Will I be glad to get my body back?" Hermione purred at him, "In more ways than one, wizard."

Severus gave her a perplexed look at the comment. Hermione continued.

"Though I have to admit, masturbation is much easier as a wizard than a witch," Hermione said, smirking.

"I don't agree with that," Severus said, "Your body seems to get hair-trigger orgasms when fingered just right."

Hermione felt herself harden a bit at the thought of Severus diddling her twat and adjusted herself in the armchair, crossing one of her legs to hide the telltale imprint. She didn't have anything on under her robes so her erection would be easy to see.

"Really," she said, licking her lips a bit.

Severus noticed this, and felt a little pulse in his belly.

"Maybe you can show me how to do that," Hermione said to him. "I have trouble getting myself off in a timely manner. It takes a long time."

Severus felt another stronger pulse.

"You want to watch me masturbate?" he asked her.

"Well, actually I will be watching me masturbate and learning something useful. It's the least you can do, considering you've been having your way with my body since you first got it," she responded evenly.

Severus looked at her. The alcohol was kicking in, and he was feeling rather randy anyway. What the fuck could it hurt? He set the glass down.

"All right. I'll show you," he said, standing up a bit unsteadily.

Hermione's cock stood straight up. Shit. She wasn't going to need the lotion excuse to get at him.

"Follow me," Severus said, walking toward the bedroom. Hermione could tell the wizard was inebriated.

"Following," she replied, standing up, praying he wouldn't look back. Her cock was pointing straight at him and her robes were greatly expanded from her body. She looked like she was hiding a pole beneath it.

And she was. The witch bit her lip against the longing tearing through her. Gods, she wanted to fuck him.

Hermione strode after the wizard, her black eyes full of lust.

She was almost there.

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The moment Severus arrived in the bedroom he started undressing. Hermione entered behind him and sat on the small wooden chair, watching as he unbuttoned his robes halfway, then pulled them over his head. He was only in a bra and knickers underneath.

"Did you go to work like that?" Hermione asked him.

"Yes, I did. Your clothing is too confining. Everything is so tight to your body," he replied, pulling his bra over his head so his large firm breasts bounced into view.

Hermione fought back a hiss as she noticed his nipples were hardened. The wizard was already turned on. Severus stepped out of his knickers, and Hermione's dark eyes fell to his bush. It was a bit bushy…the wizard wasn't keeping it trimmed. There was also hair on her legs and under her arms. Not a lot, but it was still there. Hermione found she didn't care. She wasn't about to take him to task about it now. She watched as he turned, his plump ass facing her for a moment, then a quick glimpse of vulva as he climbed into the bed and fell on his back.

"Come here if you want to see how this is done properly," he said to her.

Hermione stood up, held her cock down with her hand and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it quickly. She looked down on Severus' body, or her body rather and it took all her strength not to roll over on it.

"So show me," she said, her voice raw.

Severus spread his legs wide. Hermione shifted a bit so she could see her own pink core. It was glistening already, and her clit was standing at attention, engorged with blood. The slit of her entrance was visible. Gods, she wanted in. The witch swallowed back a growl.

Severus brought one small hand down to rest between his thighs, looking up at her.

"Now pay careful attention, witch," he breathed, "It's all in the technique."

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A/N: All I can say about this chapter is I know I am a truly twisted person. Twist on! Lemons ahead baby! Lol. Please review.