Pretty Woman

Disclaimer: I am in no way making any money from writing this. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I have only borrowed them to create a plot. This is all in fun.

A/N: I am reposting chapter 1. Part of it was cut off when I uploaded it the first time. Thanks to MetaMuse for noticing!!!! Please read the last part of this chapter. It is very important and explains a lot of why Hermione is responding this way.

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A/N: This is response to the Pretty Woman challenge by Andrian at WIKTT. It is my own version of Pretty Woman, but of course there are some parallels to the movie. You will recognize some familiar quotes, which were a part of the challenge. I hope you enjoy.

Hugs,
Corazon

Chapter 1

Hermione had just graduated Hogwarts School for the Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had received a record number of N.E.W.T.s and had been accepted to the Universities she had applied for, including a few who approached her. Her academic record was impressive and the Universities were drooling over the chance to have the honor of educating this very prominent witch.

Hermione had only one problem, money. Even though she was at the top of the list for Universities to recruit, she was still Muggle born, which meant she did not qualify for scholarships. The University would have loved to change this policy, but blooblood wizards privately funded all scholarships and the main stipulation was a candidate had to be pureblood.

Her parents were professionals who were making a very comfortable living, but in her sixth year, her life changed. Her parents began to argue with each other. During the summer, her father would come home for days at a time. When he did, all her parents did were scream at each other. Later when she was back at school, she realized her father was having midlife criand and ran off with his young, blonde secretary, but not before squandering almost every penny on luxurious gifts for his mistress. Hermione’s mom slipped into a mild depression with Jack Daniels and lost the business. She was now working for another dentist, getting paid a tenth of what she used to.

Hermione was well aware of what had happened, but needed to get on with her life. She knew she was being selfish, but she was tired of comforting her mother while being embarrassed about her father’s actions. She had been cleaning her mother up witgic,gic, feeding her sober up potions and hangover relief potions, begging her to get help. Her mother refused. Instead she kept telling Hermione, “He said he never loved me. There’s no such thing as love Hermione. Don’t let a man fool you into believing it.”

Now Hermione was ready to attend the University, but there was no more money and she decided that this was not going to let this stop her from getting the education she wanted.

Knowing the final battle with Voldemort had ended, she was hoping she would be able to get a job in the wizarding community. She would have cleaned toilets at Hogsmeade just to stay in the wizarding world, but she had no luck in finding a job. They said she was too smart and over qualified for the positions they offered.

Before giving up, she decided to make one last attempt for a job. She spoke to Albus Dumbledore. He was apologetic when informing her he did not have a position. He explained that with Voldemort killing many of the head members of wizarding families, Albus had to hire most of them at Hogwarts to financially help them out. His funds were already exhausted. When she inquired about assistants for any of the professors, he explained that they were all going home for the summer. Since Voldemort was dead, all the professors except for Professor Snape would be returning safely to their families. Hermione cringed, but thanked him anyway.

She headed down to the dungeons to ask, maybe even beg for a job. Professor Snape, the evil potions master, was her last hope. She shook her head, telling herself to think positive. Before entering, she straightened out her clothes. She was wearing a simple pink dress that covered her figureless body. Her hair was frizzy, but pulled back. She was not there to make an impression with her body, only her mind.

Knocking on his door, he growled, “Enter!”

She cautiously opened the door and saw him working at his desk. “Good afternoon sir,” she squeaked and then cleared her throat, having clearly lost her voice. He was wearing his traditional black teaching robes. A thought went through her head. ‘He probably sleeps with them on.’ She had never seen him wear anything else.

He was busy writing with his quill when he looked up and squinted at her. “Oh good gods, it’s the Know It All. I thought I was rid of you when you graduated last week.”

As much as she wanted to tell him off, she restrained herself. ‘You need a job,’ she told herself, maintaining her composure.

“Sir,” her voice returned to normal, “I have the opportunity of a life time for you.” He gave her a dirty look and went back to his work. She scowled at him, but quickly walked so she stood directly in front of him. “Sir, I am here at your beck and call. I am offering my services to you for the entire summer. I will brew potions, clean your labs, help you with research, and I will even do your laundry,” she said cheerfully, trying to stile a laugh. She was remembering her thought about him never even taking off his clothes.

Without looking up, he said, “I have house elves to doing my laundry.”

“But sir, what about brewing potions and helping with your research?”

“Miss Granger, I do not need nor do I want any help, especially from you. So if you would kindly see your way out - ”

“Please sir, I’m begging. I need a job.”

“I do not need an assistant. Good day Miss Granger.” He stood up and left the room.

Tears started coming down Hermione’s face. As much as she loved the wizarding world, she would have to leave it for the summer to make some money. She hoped it would be just the summer. She left Hogwarts and Apparated to Sirius Black’s house. Most of the Order was going to be there to say goodbye to them, the students, for the summer.

She hated that house. She hadn’t stepped foot in it since the end of her fifth year, but promised Harry and Ron she would say goodbye before they each took off for their own summer adventures. Walking in the door, she heard Mrs. Black howling, “FILTH! SCUM OF THE EARTH!” She rolled her eyes, watching Tonks and Remus trying to cover the portrait.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” asked Tonks, following her into an upstairs room. Hermione flopped in a chair.

“I can’t find a job.”

“Is that all,” said Tonks.

“Is that all? I have no money and no job. I have been accepted to the best wizarding university in Europe and I’m not going because of money!”

“Oh,” said Tonks, clearly understanding the picture. Hermione then explained how she had been turned down for every job she applied for. Tonks was familiar with Hermione’s personal life and her parents’ situation.

“Hermione, I have a solution for you, but before I tell you, you must have an open, non-judgmental mind. Can you do that?”

“Sure! Anything!” said Hermione a little more cheerfully as she sat up in the chair. Tonks then explained the solution to her problems.

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A year later, Severus Snape was meeting with the Order of the Phoenix. Even though Voldemort had been defeated toward the end of Hermione’s seventh year, there were still quite a few Death Eaters who managed to escape capture or conviction. Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, and Harry Potter were among the members who were present.

“Are you sure Severus? The Death Eaters are trying to reorganize in America?” growled Moody. Severus gave the Auror a dirty look.

“Alastor,” began Remus, “How many times do we have to listen to you question Severus only to discover his information is always correct?”

“Can’t be too careful Remus,” said Moody, “Continue Severus.”

“Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange are still at large and are making connections in America. He is trying to organize a new group of Death Eaters, but first needs to make some crucial contacts. Once this is done, the remaining Death Eaters will join him for a new uprising. Lucius has requested that I help with the contacts. He wants me to ‘persuade’ them to join.” Severus’ voice was deep and silky. He was clearly tired of this charade.

Even with Voldemort’s death, it was still a secret that Severus was a spy for the Order. His true loyalties would not be publicly released until every Death Eater has been captured or killed.

“Where at in America?” asked Moody.

“Las Vegas, Nevada.” Being Muggle raised, Harry’s eyes lit up. He was well aware of the entertainment Las Vegas provided.

“What do we do Albus?” asked Remus. Remus was still the voice of reasoning for the group. He was able to stop childish arguments before they happened.

“We have but one choice. Severus, when are you leaving for America?” asked Albus.

“Oh hell, I’m not going to America,” snapped Severus. All the members looked back at Albus who had a twinkle in his eyes along with a small smile across his face. They looked backSeveSeverus who was giving Albus one of his famous death looks.

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A week later, Severus was in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was already pissed off that his business brought him to the United States, but to find out it was in Las Vegas, Nevada, about caused him to final have the stroke he had been threatening to have for over twenty years. Of course, when he mentioned this to the Order, Remus Lupin and Harry Potter stepped back, giving him room to collapse, but Albus stepped in and told him the whole Death Eater turn spy charade was almost over.

Severus was walking down the main strip, not sure where the hell he was supposed to be. The directions he had received were half lost in the rainstorm the owl had to fly through to get to him. ‘Leave to a Malfoy to improperly tie a letter to an owl,’ he thought. ‘Even Neville Longbottom could successfully do that.’

It was close to midnight and he was exhausted from Apparating half way acrose woe world, and was ready to give up at finding the location he was to be at. He had checked most of the hotels and motels in the area for a room, but all were full because of some Muggle activity called the World Series Poker Tournament.

Walking down the main strip, it was difficult to distinguish night from day with all of the lights. If he looked straight up, he could see the night sky. He was about at the end of the main strip when a thought occurred to him. If he were to just hire a prostitute, she would take him back to her place, he would slip her a sleeping potion and he would get a good night’s rest. ‘Easier said than done,’ he thought.

He walked down the remaining part of the strip, wearing his signature color, black, although he was wearing more of a modern business suit rather than his teaching suit. His hair was still loose and part of it fell across his left eye.

He looked around and realized that Las Vegas did not lack on pitutitutes. There were woman and some girls of all ages, all sizes, and all colors, colors meaning pink hair, green hair, and gold hair. ‘Damn, who knew a piece of ass came in so many varieties,’ he thought.

He decided he would try to find the cleanest prostitute, hoping she was a representation of her place. Several women approached him and propositioned him. His stomach turned, looking at some of them. A few more approached him. Trying to narrow it down, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Turning around, he was surprised to see a blonde wearing a black leather mini skirt, a black leather halter-top, and a black robe, opened and billowing out behind her.

She was approaching him when he heard several of the girls comment.

“Damn, here she comes.”

“Forget it girls, she’ll get him.”

“She’s set her sights and he belongs to her now.”

Ignoring them, he watched her move toward him. Her body was so enticing that he almost didn’t notice her face and her eyes. Her eyes were a soft violet, making her all the more mysterious. Her breasts were large. ‘More than a handful,’ he thought, ‘Incredible.’ He only wanted a place to stay the night, but now he was willing to pay for more.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she said, circling him. “What is a stallion like you doing in a place like this? I was about to give up on tonight, but then I saw you gliding down the strip and I knew I just had to have a taste.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she was going to do to persuade him to go with her. She moved closer and they eyed each other while slowly circling each other like vultures. He inhaled, smelling her fragrance or ambrosia and he knew this was the one.

Her eyes slowly moved up and down him as she purred, “Oh yes, definitely a stallion.”

“Have you been with anyone else tonight?” he asked in his deep, silk voice. One thing Severus didn’t want was sloppy seconds.

“Like I said, you are the first worth approaching.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“No.”

“I have ways to see if you’re telling the truth,” he said dangerously.

Licking her top lip seductively, she purred, “I’m sure you do.”

He inhaled again. Her fragrance was intoxicating. “How much?” he asked.

“How long?”

“The entire night.”

She smirked. “You couldn’t afford me.”

“Try me,” he sneered.

“$1000.”

“Done. How far is your place?” he asked, discretely handing her the money knowing he was going to take it back from her before he left.

She motioned over her shoulders with her eyes. “Two minutes.” She put the money between her breasts inside her halter-top.

“Let’s go,” he snapped.

She placed her hand in the crook of his arm and glided along side of him. Her body rubbed against his, walking with his stride. She was not as tall as he was, but she kept up with him comfortably.

“What’s your name?” he asked. He was becoming fascinated with the way she moved her body with his while rubbing against him.

“What do you want it to be?” she purred, leaning into him.

“You choose.” He was too tired to play name games, but was curious to see what she would choose.

“Aphrodite,” she purred again.

He inhaled again. “How appropriate,” he muttered, pulling her closer.

She led him to her one room apartment. To his satisfaction, it was immaculate. There was a small bed in the middle of the room. Off to the side was a chair in front of a small desk. He noticed a small collection of books on a shelf, but didn’t pay attention to the titles. On the other side was a small kitchenette that had only a stove, sink, and a small counter space. There was no table or chairs. Next to the kitchenette was a door that led to the bathroom.

Aphrodite made her way into her apartment and took off her robe to make herself more comfortable. She heard him muttering a few words and smiled. He was warding her apartment and placing silencing charms.

He then turned to face her with his wand drawn, but before he could register what was happening, he heard the word, “Expelliarmus!” and his wand flew from his hand.

She caught it in mid air while holding her own wand. They eyed each other before either one spoke. He suddenly realized why he was willing to pay $1000 for one night. He cursed himself for being so gullible. He did not make mistakes since he could not afford them.

“Aphrodite’s Ambrosia,” he said, realizing she had been wearing a very powerful aphrodisiac. His eyes were slowly scanning her apartment, not sure if they were alone.

“Very good, but I thought a true Potions Master would have realized it sooner.”

He froze inwardly, but his expression didn’t falter. He didn’t know if this wis cis contact or – ?

He slowly circled her as she kept her wand drawn. She had his attention and listened to him speak. “Where did you get the potion from?” Searching for any hit of familiarity, his eyes bore into her. She spoke with an American accent, which confused him even more since he could count the number of Americans he knew on one hand.

“I brewed it.”

“Only a true Potions Master can brew such a complex and illegal potion. To my knowledge, there are only three wizards in this world capable of brewing it.”

Surprisingly, she spoke in an English accent, “Professor Snape, I do believe you just paid me my first compliment.”

His expression turned fierce. “Miss Granger,” he hissed. “Of course, the Know It All Herself.”

“At your service,” she bowed.

“Remove your glamour charm,” his growled. She tossed his wand back to him and waved her wand at herself. Her hair changed from short and blonde to long and brown with soft curls. Her eyes went back to the dark brown he remembered. He looked at her body, but it stayed the same.

“Remove all of your charms.”

She noticed where his eyes were looking. “I did. This is my body.”

He smirked, “I don’t remember you having this body at Hogwarts.”

“Because I used a glamour charm then, to shrink my breasts and cover my curves. I was too busy with N.E.W.T.d did didn’t want to be bothered with the boys.”

“You sound slightly conceded. How would you know the boys would have even paid attention to you?” His words stung, but she didn’t back down.

“Clearly you paid attention Professor, for you obviously remembered what my body looked like at school compared to now.” He scowled at her before taking a look around to see where he was.

“Give me back my money and I will leave.” He held his hand out impatiently.

“All transons ons are final. No refunds, no exchanges, no returns.”

“Fine Miss Granger. I truly hope you are ready to earn it.”

“Believe me Professor Snape, I will earn it.”

“You really are a prostitute,” he said, not believing the most brilliant witch of his time was selling her body for sex. She nodded ‘yes,’ still watching him carefully. She knew he was powerful, too powerful for her, but she also knew he wouldn\'t hurt her.

They stared at each other for a few seconds when his stomach broke the silence and growled. He cringed, but she smiled.

“Can I get you something to eat?” she said in sincere voice.

“Yes, please.” His voice was still harsh, angered by her tricking him. She went to her kitchenette and made him a sandwich. She cut up an orange and poured him a glass of milk.

“Here sir,” she said, bringing him his food. “Sit down,” she pointed to the chair by the desk.

“Thank you,” he said before taking bite of the sandwich. The look on his face was shock. “What the hell is this?”

“Peanut butter and jelly.”

“I just gave you a thousand dollars and you give me peanut butter and jelly?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we negotiate a thousand dollars for sex and not dinner?” He scowled at her again, but continued to eat. He was too exhausted to argue anymore. When he finished, he took his plate to the kitchenette and placed it in the sink. He was going to make her earn the money by ruthlessly taking her over and over again, thinking she was playing some kind of game.

Turning around, he saw her standing in front of the bed, waiting for him. He realized she was ready to earn the money. She was really a prostitute. His mind told him it was wrong. She had been his student, but she was still wearing the black leather outfit, something he had always been attracted to. She looked so incredible and he was so exhausted that he couldn’t think, so he let his body take over.

“Tell me what you want Professor,” she purred.

He raised his eyebrow while his lip slightly curled. “I want your clothes off and you on the bed.” He watched her slowly take her halter top off, exposing her firm breasts. He felt himself harden otherwise he didn’t react. She then took off her miniskirt, revealing that she was not wearing underwear. Walking to the other side of the bed, she crawled into it and lay on her side. She raised her hand and pointed her finger to him, inviting him over.

Taking his wand, he flicked it once and was naked. He then got in bed next to her. Immediately his hand went around her neck to pull her in for a kiss. She quickly turned her head. “No kissing.”

“Why? Because I was your professor or is that your rule?”

“It’s my rule. Kissing makes it too personal.”

“And how would you know this?”

“Mistress Venus taught me. She showed me the rules.”

He nodded in agreement, “Fine, no kissing. I don’t want you faking it either.” She looked him, no knowing how to react. “I know you were taught to fake an orgasm while you pretend to moan and grown. You will not fake it with me, understand.”

“Yes.”

“Roll on your back.” She did as she was told. His fingers went straight to her breasts and one at a time he began to gently caress them. It felt as though his fingers were doing a slow dance over each. The tenderness and gentleness in each stroke surprised her, but made her physically react to him. It was rare that she felt anything physical from one of her Johns. Closing her eyes, she pushed her chest out slightly, trying to encourage him. He played with her nipples, squeezing and pinching them just enough to make her smile. He had always been attracted to breasts. He noticed the goosebumps forming on her chest and he knew she was reacting to his touch. Her arms went to wrap around his shoulders, but –

“No,” he said, “Just lie back.” She did as he said, feeling his fingers slowly make their way down to abdomen, making the same, slow caresses. He moved to her legs, stroking each one slowly. She kept her breathing in control, despite the need to gasp and moan. They would have been real, but she didn’t want him to think she was faking it.

He then spread her legs apart and dipped a finger inside of her. “Very good Miss Granger. I do believe you are ready for me.” She taught herself not to get embarrassed by her Johns, but this caused her to blush. He rolled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and at her entrance.

Entering her slowly, he began to slowly thrust into her. ‘Gods, she’s virgin tight,’ he thought, trying to remain in control. It had been too long since he was with a willing partner, but he vowed to take his time. He rolled his hips around every time he entered her, watching her eyes carefully for a reaction. Her hipse tse to meet each of his thrusts. Finally, on his fifth thrust, he saw her eyes react. He smiled and continued thrusting in that same position, for he had been seeking the position that would allow him to rub against her clitoris, also bringing her pleasure.

Her hips began to move more rhythmically, meeting his every thrust. She was surprised her body was reacting so strongly to him. Never had she felt this much enjoyment during sex. Her hips were bucking faster from the desire building up within her. Her hands automatically wrapped around his waist and he didn’t say anything, allowing her to touch him of the first time. He gave her a small smiled. Their movements increased in speed, both building up to their release. Her hips began jerking and she was whimpering until finally, she came hard, crying out.

He felt her walls clamp around his shaft, milking him, triggering his release. He spilt into her making only a slight moan. Rolling off of her, he laid on his back for a while. Both were trying to catch their breath. He looked at her and was surprised to see she was wearing an expression that the unexpected had happened.

“Miss Granger, you act like that was your first orgasm.”

“It was.” This shocked him. He rolled onto his side and looked at her.

“What are you doing out here, prostituting? You were, are the smartest witch that has ever come through Hogwarts. You should be using your brains, not your body to be making money.”

“I am. I currently attend Alchemist University. This is how I earn tuition and fees and money for my books.”

“Miss Granger,” he sat up, “surly you qualified for a scholarship.”

“All the scholarships are privately funded by pureblood wizards. I do not qualify because I am Muggle born.”

“You d had have found another way.”

“I tried, but I couldn’t find a job in the wizarding world, so I went to the Muggle world. Mistress Venus introduced me to this. This pays for my tuition and fees along with all my books and dorm.”

“That’s why you asked me for a job sum summer.” She nodded ‘yes.’ “I know how much Alchemist University costs. It is the most elite college in Europe.” He looked at her suspiciously. “It would take a lot of customers to earn enough money to attend Miss Granger. How do you expect me to believe that you just had your first orgasm with me?”

She sat up and pulled the covers over her. Sighing, she decided she better tell him the truth. “Because I don’t actually have sex with my Johns, customers. I use a memory charm on them since they are mostly Muggles.”

He laughed when he heard this. “You mean you are swindling all of your customers?” he smirked.

“Not all of them.”

“Were you planning on placing a memory charm on me?” he asked in his traditional Professor Snape voice.

“No. I knew you were too powerful.”

“Why did you approach me then?”

“Curious, I guess. I saw you as a challenge and went for it. You know me, I don’t turn down a challenge.”

“It was quite the challenge. You made a thousand dollars and had your first orgasm.”

She blushed at this. “You paid for the entire night.”

“Actually, Miss Granger, I’m too exhausted. I just need to sleep.” She understood. Reaching down she pulled the covers over him, noticing he was almost asleep.