Scent of a Woman

Disclaimer: It’s all JKR’s. I’m just toying with them.Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling, Rain Coast books, Scholastic Books, Warner Brothers and many others. I am not making money from this work. JKR is a Goddess!


AN: Help me! Lucius Malfoy has me under Imperio and I can’t fight it. He has been in my house watching Bugs Bunny all morning and is making me do this. I swear! Lucius is telling me to tell you that he wants this to be my entry to the Ho!Mione Makeover Challenge. It’s sick, it’s twisted, and it’s a bastardization of an icon to Muggle children everywhere! It’s revenge on Warner Brothers! Oh, God! Someone, anyone please help me….

The real Author’s Note: Ignore the ranting pleas written above. I will return control to Titania after I have finished this. This being the only power I have left after Harry Bloody Potter and his bloody do-gooding friends have ruined all that I have whored myself for lo these many, many years. And you had better review too, or I’ll go after Lupin and Tonks next! LM


Scent of a Woman

By: Lucius Malfoy


It was a dark and stormy night, and Hermione Granger, Hogwarts own Head Girl (hummm..Head Girl…) was feeling restless. She had to get out of her confining rooms and feel the chill rain against her skin. She had to do something, anything to snuff out the lascivious thoughts in her head.

Ever since she had watched him battle the Dark Lord at the end of last term, she had been dreaming of him. Dreaming of him, standing tall and proud at Harry (bloody Potter!) Potter’s side, casing hexes without uttering a word. She had stopped fighting to watch him as he dueled, hexing and blocking, his black cape billowing out behind him in the wind. His sharp features concentrated into a scowling, determined look. She had fallen in love with him in that instant. She was then hit with an awful, potentially disfiguring hex (not that she could get any worse looking IMO) and was laid up in the school hospital for three weeks.

She missed all of the celebratory celebrations that took place through out the wizarding world. She missed her NEWTS as well, but upon her reawakening, managed to bully that oaf, Dumbledore into allowing her to take them.

Dumbledore, that pesky meddling old fool was supposed to be dead, but Severus Snape had betray- I mean, had tricked Harry and the Death Eaters that night atop Astronomy Tower. The looks on the faces of the Death Eaters as well as the entire staff and student body of Hogwarts was something else that Hermione would never forget. She had known all along that Snape was innocent, but had kept the information to herself for fear of being ostracized by her friends.

Now it was her second to last night at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t sleep. She would be leaving the place forever in two days time, never to see her darling love again (gag). She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t eat, all for the thought of being forever alone. A spinster with a flat chest, frizzy hair and a brain that rivaled the most brilliant minds in the Wizarding world.

“What the hell use is a brain,” she said aloud as she made her way down the staircases and to the entrance hall of the school. “Sure I will get an apprenticeship with whomever I want. Except Severus Snape. He’s still a snarky bastard, even after the nice Order of Merlin, First Class he received!”

The front doors swung open for her, and she pulled her hood over her head and made her way out into the storm. The rain was as chilly as she thought it would be, but it did nothing to quell the fire that raged in her veins. She wanted Severus with all of her being, but knew that he would never love her, never want her, even though he was a half blood and not the pure blood everyone had thought him to be. (And to think that I wasted all of my time on him with my friendship.)

She walked and walked, past the darkened windows of Hagrid’s hut. He had died in during the summer between her sixth and seventh year, and she had been devastated. Harry had been too, knowing that Hagrid died at the hands of a Death Eater. It had been surmised by the Order that Hagrid had been killed in order to make Pott-Harry too grief stricken to want to fight. Alas-I mean-fortunately Harry had overcome his pain in enough time to win the day.

(BRB: Imperio! Titania! Sit! Now where was I? Ahh.)

She had walked so far, and for so long that she was surprised to find herself quite well into the Dark Forest. Here the rain didn’t hit her with as much frequency, as the canopy of trees above her sheltered her. Still the lightening flashed above, cutting flashes of light into the dark night sky like sword slashes against velvet.

Her foot snagged on a root, causing her to stumble into a mud puddle. She cursed aloud, as she wiped the muddy water from her eyes.

“Why, Miss Granger,” the sillibant hiss of her beloved, snaked its way through the darkness. “Whatever are you doing out of bed and out of the castle at this hour?”

It was just her luck, she thought, that he would be out for a walk and discover her covered in mud.

“I-I-I-I-“

“Well spit it out, Miss Granger!” he exclaimed. “I haven’t all night!”

“I couldn’t sleep, sir. I thought that perhaps a walk in the cold rain would help,” she answered.

“Why cold rain, Miss Granger? Why not take a hot, steamy shower instead?” he asked as he walked closer to her now trembling form.

She looked at him, speechless. His eyes held a glint that even the virginal, never been kissed Hermione recognized as lust. She couldn’t find the words to answer him, as she watched him move closer and closer to her. His black cape, sodden from the rain, dragged the ground behind him. His dark, lank hair lay plastered to his face, its ebony color accentuating the sallowness of his skin. The white light of the Lumos on the tip of his wand made his yellowed teeth look even more yellow and crooked underneath the shadow of his hooked nose.

Suddenly, the lust that had been burning her, cooled.

His hands were on her shoulders, and she felt his thumbs trace soft, caressing circles against the fabric of her robes. Her trembling increased ten-fold and the desire to run, took hold, surging though her body.

“Perhaps a hot, steamy shower is a better idea,” she squeaked. She ducked out of his hold and turned on her heel. Taking off at a run, she sped through the dark forest, nimbly hopping over roots and dodging tree branches. She could hear him pursuing her, his tall, skinny body, crashing though some underbrush.

Suddenly, she was on the ground, looking up at the face her Severus Snape, who was panting. She felt the weight of his arms across her chest, and drew a shaky breath when he said in a French accent,

“Vhy do you run from me, my leedle flower? Are you afraid of me, cheri?”

“Professor Snape?” she asked, bewildered. “Why are you talking like that?”

He smiled at her, causing her to cringe. “Vhy petite one, I speak to you in zee language of lovvvve, cheri! For you are my leedle vixen and I am zee stag!”

“No!” she screamed. “You don’t know what you are saying! I’m not your vixen!” she beat her fists against his back as she struggled from underneath him.

Severus Snape laughed a deep, chuckling laugh.

“So my leedle temptress, likes the spanking ehh?” he murmured. “Zat ess bon, cheri. I like zee spanking too, oui?”

“Non!” she cried as she shoved him from her and scrambled to her feet. She ran from him, as fast has her feet could carry her. Behind her, he followed calling her.

“Ermione! Ermione, my leedle flower. You lead me on zee merry chase, oui! You leedle teeze!


She ran deeper and deeper into the woods, the night deepening as the canopy of trees thickened. Her feet were surer now, as the ground was not as wet, her breath was coming in great, heaving gasps. Just when she was sure she could run no further, she ran into a little clearing, where at one end lay a small hut.

She stopped, her ears perked to the silence around her, listening for the crashing sounds of Snape’s pursuit. Hearing nothing behind her, she walked to the hut and glanced though a window.

It was dark inside, but she had to have shelter for the rest of the night. She had to have a place to hide from the amorous attentions of her teacher. Perhaps in the morning, she thought, it would be easier to find her way out of the forest and back to school.

“Where I will have a long, hot shower before I ask Harry to Obliviate tonight’s memories from my head,” she said softly.

She turned the door knob, sighing with relief that it wasn’t locked, and pushed the door open. Stepping into the darkness, she fished around inside of her robes for her wand.

“Blast!” she exclaimed. “I must have dropped it in the forest!”

“Mai non, leedle one!” Severus exclaimed in a sing song voice, as light blazed forth from the darkness. “I ave et ere!”

She turned toward him with a gasp. Her startled gaze fell upon the Potions master, lounging casually on a heap of Persian pillows that festooned a richly carpeted floor. With a scream, she turned to the door, which slammed shut in front of her.

“Vhy do you run, ma petite? Do you not like ma leedle Casbah amongst zee dark forest?”

She backed away from him and into a cloth covered wall.

“Vh-why are you chasing me, Professor?” she asked breathlessly.

He rose and lunged toward her, hitting the wall as she dodged him.

“Because, ma leedle Gryffindor lioness, you are zee only one worthy of ma affections. Veeth your brains and intelligence. Zee bravery you showed all during zese years at zis school. And zee potions, ma petite, zee potions zat you brew! Zey are perfectmont, ma sveet smelling fleur. I ave desired you for many months now. I must ave you or die!”

He lunged again, this time pinning her to the soft, covered walls. She pounded her fists against his chest, causing him to laugh.

“Ma petite likes zee spankings, non?” he said as he brought his face closer to hers. “Perhaps eef you are a good leedle belle, I shall spank zat lovely ass of yours properly, oui?” His mouth captured hers, his tongue slithering in to her mouth when she opened her mouth to protest.

Pressing her into the wall, as he kissed her, she soon gave up her struggle and let his tongue caress hers. Surprisingly, the kiss was rather nice, and as it was her first real kiss, she decided to enjoy it.

As his magical tongue (no-I don’t know that it is, I am merely repeating what I have been told by other sources!) wove a spell of lust around her, her hands caressed his back. She arched into him, moaning.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead pressed her hers, he drew a breath and whispered, “Ma kisses, zey are good, non?”

He laughed softly as she nodded her head, unable to speak (for once in her life no doubt).

“Then perhaps, ma leedle flower,” he said as he ran a hand down her size and cupped an arse cheek with it. “Ve should get a leedle more comfortable? Perhaps ere on zese pillows, non?”

He led her by the hand to the pile of pillows he had been lounging on earlier, and with another kiss, lowered her onto their softness. While he kissed her, his hands made short work of her cloak, and he pushed the wet material aside to reveal her virginal white nightgown, that was wet though.

“Oh la la!” he purred when he saw her flat chest, with her nipples hard from the cold, though the wet material. “Vhy ees just a handful, zee proper size, zeese cute leedle titties!”

“Oui! Professor!” she cried, as his mouth captured a nipple in his hot mouth. She arched into him. He devoured her breasts with his mouth, bringing her to her peak as she screamed his name.

Sitting up, and looking smug, he grabbed the front of her gown, and ripped it open. His eyes feasted on her bare flesh, like a man who had been starved for sexual fulfillment for many years. His eyes raked her now naked form, and he was pleased to see that she wore no knickers. Her body, though unremarkable to the puny little boys at the school, was like an oasis in a desert- and he would drink his fill.

“Ahhh, ma lovvvvee. I ave vaited and vaited for zees night for so very long! I veel take you to zee heights of passionel and back again, my leedle virginal vixen!”

Hermione gasped at his bold words, startled by his confidence, shocked still from her first orgasm.

“Oui, Severus! Take me!” she cried. “Make me yours!”

He closed his eyes and inhaled the feminine scent of arousal wafting up from her, and silently spelled his clothes away.

“You see, Ermone, zere are zee benefits to the vordless magic!”

She nodded her head, transfixed by his sudden nakedness. His body was long and lanky, his chest peppered with dark hair that trailed down his stomach to his hard, throbbing –

“You laike ma magical vand, petite? It ees beeg, non?” he asked with a smug grin. It wasn’t as big as it was long, but what did she know, she thought, having never seen a penis before, much less an aroused penis.

“Will it fit?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Ahh oui, eet vill fit leedle lioness. Ave non fear, Severus veel only urt you for une petit moment and zen you shall be in zee paradise!”

“Okay,” she whispered with a nod of her head.

“But first, ahh must give you zee pleasures galore!” he squealed, as he bent down and ran his tongue down her dripping womanhood.

Electric currents shot thought her body, causing her to scream his name. She locked her legs against his head, squeezing as he spelled out his traditional First Year Potions speech with his tongue. (I’ve always written the alphabet with my tongue, ladies) She came again when he dotted the final exclamation mark across her clit, nearly strangling him with her legs in the process.

He wrestled himself out of her leggy grip, lapping her juices from around his mouth with a toothy grin. “You laiked zat, non?”

“Oui!” she answered breathlessly.

He smiled down at her, causing her to shiver. “Now, ma petite lioness, I shall take zat lovely virginity and make you mine!”

“Oui, Severus! Oui!” she cried.

He plunged into her tight wetness with a hiss and a grunt, breaking though her barrier and sending waves of pain though her.

“Non!” she cried breathlessly. “It hurts!”

“Only for zee moment, ma leedle Ermione,” he panted. “Only for zee leedlest of moments, and zen you vill feel vonderful! Oh, mon dieu, you are so tight!”

He looked down at her, her face flush from her exertions, she looked so inviting, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Wrap zose legs around me, Ermione, and let me love you laike you ave nevair been loved before!” he panted.

Soon, she was screaming his name again, as she tightened around him. Nearly losing control, he got up on his knees and pulled her legs up to lace around his neck.

“MonDieu!” she cried as he plunged into her again, this time the sensation of fullness nearly overwhelmed her.

“Oui!” he panted. “Eet ees good, non? Now I weel give you zee spanking you desire, petit!”

He smacked his hand across her ass and moaned at her scream of delight. She begged him for more, and he obliged, as he pounded into her and smacked her soft flesh with his hand.

Soon, he could feel her tightening around him again as she moaned his name over and over again. With a final thrust and smack, she screamed her pleasure and he could hold out no longer. With a moan he emptied himself into her.

They lay there, entwined for a time, each struggling to regain their breath. When the after glow faded, Hermione squirmed out from underneath him and rolled to her side. Propping herself up on her elbow, she asked,

“What’s with that cheesy French accent?”

His eyes snapped open, as if surprised to hear a voice. “Vhat do you mean, cheesy Fwench accent, Ermione?”

“Do you hear yourself, sir?” she answered. “Not that I am complaining about what just happened, I mean the sex and all. It was great, but that accent!”

“I ave zee fwench accent?” he asked, bewildered. His eyes widened as his voice reached his ears. “Mon Dieu! I ave zee fwench accent! I zound laike zee ass ‘ole! Zere must be zee dark magic at vork ere!”

Suddenly, the front door burst open to reveal a laughing Draco Malfoy.

“Yes, Professor Snape! Zere is zee dark magic ‘ere,” he mocked. He strode into the hut and looked disdainfully at the naked pair. He sniffed the air and gagged. “I see that my plan worked. The perfect revenge for what you did to my father and the Dark Lord. You had sex with the Mudblood! And, the Mudblood had sex with the Greasy Git! Wait till I tell Crabbe and Goyle!”

“Vhy you leedle—“ Snape exclaimed as he grabbed his wand and pointed it at the laughing Draco.

“Non, non, non, Snape!” Draco chided. “ Accio wands! There will be none of that! Non, not when I have spelled this hut to never let you beyond this clearing. You shall live out the rest of your life here with Granger, you shall. That is your punishment for betraying the Dark Lord and his cause. It is the mudblood’s punishment for all of her know it all ways, always showing me up in class, for being friends with that Potter!”

Draco backed out of the door and into the night. “Ta ta!”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Severus and Hermione looking at each other with stunned expressions.

(No! Titania, stop! Don’t touch my wand! No! No! Nooooooo)

( Hi. Sorry about Lucius. Perhaps I should just hurry up and finish this before he wakes up!)

Draco ran though the Dark Forest as the Sun began to rise. He was so busy running and laughing, that he failed to notice the rather large tree root that protruded from the ground. Thus he tripped on it and tumbled down a small hill, not seeing the cobwebs as he flew by.

Landing stunned on his back, he drew a deep breath, wincing at the pain in his chest. He closed his eyes against the sharpness of the pain, thinking that perhaps he broke a rib. Thus, he failed to notice the large spiders that were descending toward him from above.

No one was around to hear his screams.

With his gruesome death at the hands, or should I say, legs of Aragog’s children, the spell on the hut was broken. Severus and Hermione were in no rush to leave, however. Especially as Severus now spoke in his normal tone of voice. At Hermione’s insistence, he repeated his First Year Speech to her and then traced it with his tongue.

There was no one around, but Severus, to hear her screams either.