A Change of Venue

A Change of Venue

After being cleared of Albus’ death, his innocence admirably proven by Albus himself when he walked into the Ministry hale and hearty after Voldemort’s death, Severus Snape was touted as a hero and received all the honors and rewards due him as well as quite a few ardent female admirers.

There were so many women clamoring after the dark wizard, he began to think he was giving more than he was getting. Free of his spy duties, Severus was tired of Hogwarts and wanted to try something else other than brewing potions, but wasn’t sure what. It would have to be lucrative and enjoyable.

One night a very satisfied witch shuddering under him panted at the finish, “Gods, I swear I’d pay for this!”

Severus arched an eyebrow at her. She was a woman who had constantly owled him with erotic letters and photographs until he agreed to see her.

”Would you?” he purred, and proceeded to charge the woman one hundred galleons for his services. She paid him and he gave her an encore.

Severus always knew he left witches satisfied, but never considered his ability to be anything other than, well, for his pleasure. But with the number of women sending him owls and asking to meet with him because of his fame, he decided his ability to fuck might pay off in another way.

It was time to branch out.

“Sexual services, Severus?” Albus said to the Potions Master, who sat in a plush armchair before his desk.

“Well, Headmaster…I believe I should go with my…strengths,” the wizard said silkily, “I am as you say…a hot item. Women are constantly assailing me with letters and photos of themselves, basically wanting a tumble. None of them want relationships…they just want a piece of me. That makes my ability a commodity. I believe I should explore this further.”

“You’re going to work in a brothel? You, Severus?” Albus asked him, dumbfounded.

“Of course not. I’m going stag. I am going to open an office in Hogsmeade. Diagon Alley is too unsavory. I want the women to feel…comfortable,” Severus replied, “I have already chosen the location. My services will be by appointment only, after a consultation.”

”A consultation?” Albus repeated hollowly.

It was as if all Albus could do was ask questions. He couldn’t believe his Potions Master was giving up his job after all these years to become a…a gigolo. A wizard paid for sex.

“Yes. The fee for a consultation will be fifty galleons. The price for engagement will be a flat fee of five hundred galleons,” the wizard purred.

“That’s very pricey, Severus,” Albus commented.

Severus must think very highly of himself if he believed a witch would pay him five hundred galleons to fuck her.

“They will get a minimum of three engagements for that price. If I enjoy them, maybe more,” Severus said, “It’s worth it. Besides, I will be providing different scenarios and even doing a bit of role play. I already know what most witches want when they come to me. I’m rather pigeon-holed into the dark, dominating wizard category. In other words, I will only have to be myself. And since I enjoy the female sex and their various packaging…I believe this line of work will be one I enjoy.”

Albus wished the wizard luck and told him there would always be a place at Hogwarts for him should he wish to return.

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Hermione Granger stood outside the little shop, staring up at the sign. She was twenty-six years of age now, and worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Charms department. She had heard some strange rumors about the former Professor Snape and had come to his Hogsmeade office to find out if the rumors were true. She read the sign.

”Severus Snape Services LTD”

”Dear gods, I don’t believe it. It’s true. He does have an office here,” she said to herself, “but maybe they’re wrong about what he’s…he’s offering. That can’t be true.”

Hermione pushed her curly hair back, cupped her hands and looked in the window. She only saw a nicely decorated waiting room with comfortable chairs. There seemed to be a counter as well.

As she looked, her vision was suddenly cut off. Embarrassed, she straightened and looked directly at the Potions Master, who was looking at her with one eyebrow arched in the way she remembered. She blushed and turned away, starting down the street.

The door to Severus’ office quickly opened and Severus stepped out.

”Miss Granger!” he called, a bit of the old authority in his voice.

Hermione stopped immediately and turned around. The Potions Master stood in front of his place of business, wearing nice black dress robes, his dark eyes resting on her. His black hair was no longer lank and greasy, but silken and shiny, falling a bit past his shoulders. He still had that great beak of a nose, and cruel mouth…but there was something different about him. Something not quite as dark as before. He beckoned to her with one pale hand, those long fingers just as beautiful as Hermione remembered them. She used to be fascinated by his hands while a student. They were so sure and meticulous.

Hermione walked back towards the wizard then stopped.

“Hello, Professor,” she said softly, looking up at him.

”Hello, Miss Granger,” he replied, “Out doing a bit of window shopping?”

Hermione colored as the wizard smirked.

“Yes…I mean…no,” Hermione stammered, realizing that if the rumors were true, the only thing for sale in that place was the Professor himself, “I…I had heard you opened a new business and was curious.”

”Were curious…or are curious, Miss Granger?” the wizard asked in his silken voice.

“Well, I am curious…because of what I heard it is you are…offering,” she said delicately, “It couldn’t possibly be true…”

Severus cocked his head at her.

“What did you hear?” he asked her.

Hermione colored as his dark eyes rested on her with amusement.

“I heard…I heard women pay you for sex. That you’re a…a male prostitute,” she said in almost a whisper.

“I’m a bit more than that, but yes…it is true, Miss Granger. Women do pay me to engage in intercourse with them. And quite well,” he replied, “I’ve cashed in on my dark appeal to the more discriminating and decidedly randy female masses.”

“But Professor, you’re so brilliant, so talented with Potions…why would you lower yourself to this level?” Hermione asked him.

Severus studied her for a moment.

“Perhaps we could talk over tea, Miss Granger. I seldom have female visitors who are not interested in my services. It would be refreshing just to talk,” he purred.

Hermione didn’t move, but looked up and down the street. A few people were walking towards the Professor’s premises. She didn’t want to be seen going into a male prostitute’s place of business despite the fact that it was a perfectly legitimate.

Severus noticed Hermione’s hesitation and his eyes narrowed.

”Oh, I see. The fair-minded Gryffindor isn’t quite so fair-minded when it comes to paid intimacy and those who provide that service. Well, I understand. It wouldn’t do for someone to see you here. They might think you were looking for…something you couldn’t find anyplace else,” he said with a bit of a sneer, “Good day, Miss Granger.”

He strode back into his office and closed the door behind him.

Hermione stood there a moment, torn. She didn’t want the Professor to think she looked down on him, or thought herself better than he was. She was concerned about appearances, but now realized how shallow that was, especially considering Professor Snape was a great man and a hero, despite how he was earning his galleons now. She took a deep breath, placed her hand on the knob and turned it, walking in. A little chime sounded.

The Professor was standing near the counter. He looked down his nose at her.

”Deigned to lower yourself to my level, Miss Granger?” he said to her, “How gracious of you.”

”Professor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply…” she began apologetically.

“Forget it. You aren’t the first witch to react in such a manner. Some women walk by this office thirty times before they build up the courage to pass through the doors,” the wizard purred, “If you are still interested in chatting, Miss Granger, follow me.”

The Professor opened a door behind the counter and strode through it, leaving it open. Hermione took a tentative glance out of the window just as two witches passed and looked directly at her. She colored, then walked around the counter, following the wizard who had taught and taunted her seven years of her life.

She entered a rather small cozy room that had only two armchairs in it, facing each other. A circular table was set between them, and on the table was a silver tea set, cups, sugar, milk scones, trimmed sandwiches and several cakes. On the wall hung several erotic but tasteful paintings of men and women entwined. The lighting was rather warm, and the walls painted a cool blue color.

Severus was seated in one armchair, his dark eyes resting on Hermione as she stopped just inside the door. The setting was more intimate than she was comfortable with. The Potions Master smirked at her.

“Come in, Miss Granger. This isn’t a consultation,” he said to her silkily, “I am not going to bite you…at least not for free.”

Hermione colored and Severus’ eyes lit up for a moment, delighted to have made the witch uncomfortable. He knew for a short while, Hermione had quite a schoolgirl crush on him. He would make her uncomfortable then too, standing unnecessarily close to her during his examination of her brewing technique during class, leaning over her shoulder and speaking softly so his warm breath would hit her ear or neck. The young witch would stammer and become extremely nervous. But that was as far as he took it. She was a student after all, and he was concerned with saving the wizarding world and Harry Potter’s ass.

But she was a mature young woman now, and by what he could see…repressed. That wasn’t surprising. She put more stock in things cerebral rather than physical all her life. To think that would have changed after Hogwarts would have been a stretch.

Hermione sat down and poured herself a cup of tea, her hand trembling slightly under the wizard’s lidded gaze. Severus noticed the trembling, but said nothing. Instead he leaned forward and poured a cup of his own once Hermione put the pot down. The witch placed a cake on a napkin and drew it close to her, then took a small sip of tea. It was very good. Then she took a bite of cake, looking around the room as if very interested. But she didn’t want to comment on the intimate paintings.

“I believe, Miss Granger, that you asked me what lowered me to this particular level of…service,” the Potions Master began with an arched eyebrow.

Hermione looked a bit stricken.

”I…I didn’t mean to insult you, Professor,” she began, “After all, prostitution is perfectly legal in the wizarding world…and isn’t limited to witches…”

”I know that already, Miss Granger. You don’t have to justify what I’m doing. I don’t need your justification. I am perfectly content in my chosen line of work and it is quite lucrative. Would you like to know how I came to the decision to change my profession?” he asked her silkily.

“Yes…yes I would, Professor,” Hermione breathed, full of curiosity as she looked at the dark wizard.

”Miss Granger, for most of my life I was an outcast, particularly with the fairer sex. I was deemed unattractive, cold and most likely a sadist because of my…attitude. I am not a handsome man, but I have other attributes that are attractive to some women. As for my purported sadism, there is a touch of the sadist in everyone. After Voldemort’s death, women began to throw themselves at me in great numbers and I have to admit I indulged myself quite freely…but it soon became draining. Yet the women kept writing me, wanting to ‘meet’ me. These meetings always ended up with some type of sexual act being performed…usually on my person. I lost myself in sexual excess, Miss Granger, making up for all the years women shunned me. I am quite the lover. My years as a spy gave me the ability to discern the motivations and desires of others, which I used to further my own goals…”

Severus caressed the cup of tea with his long fingers slowly before picking it up and taking a sip, Hermione’s eyes glued to him as if hypnotized. He continued.

”…and I discovered that when it came to the fairer sex, those abilities enabled me to discern just what a witch needed sexually, even if she wasn’t aware of it herself. It is a gift…and most women are quite appreciative of it. Appreciative to the point where they would gladly pay for fulfillment. It was one of my lovers who told me she would gladly pay to reach orgasm as she did with me and it made me think, Miss Granger, that I could use my ability to pleasurably earn my way, while easing the amount of women pursuing me. It was exhaustive. I would often be waylaid at shops and restaurants, deluged by witches of all ages who wanted to spend ‘quality time’ with me. That stopped when I gave them my card,” he purred.

“Your card?” Hermione repeated.

”Yes, my card,” he said silkily, producing one and handing it to the witch, who read it. It was a simple card that gave his name, his vocation and the address of his shop.

Severus Snape
Professional Companion
Consultations and Services by Appointment Only

Hermione blinked at him.

“And this stopped the advances?” she asked him.

“Not stopped them. Streamlined them,” he replied, “The women knew what they wanted. Those who wanted it bad enough came for a consultation, at which time I informed them of what I offered and my fee. If they couldn’t afford me, then they moved on.”

”How…how much do you charge, Professor?” Hermione asked, fascinated by all of this.

”Why are you asking, Miss Granger? You’re not here to discuss business are you?” he asked her, his eyes glinting slightly.

He wouldn’t mind giving Hermione the treatment. It would actually be more of a pleasure than work. The witch was brilliant and the Professor found that quite arousing. He would like to see the other side of Hermione Granger. The sexual side.

“Oh! No! No, I’m just curious…but if you don’t want to tell me…” Hermione said, flushing a little.

“I don’t mind telling you,” he replied, “I charge five hundred galleons per session.”

Hermione paled, her amber eyes widening. That was a lot of money for a little sex.

“Five hundred galleons! The men only charge ten galleons at Madame Nasty's House of Good Times!” Hermione exclaimed.

Severus arched an eyebrow at the witch in surprise. She knew the price of a male prostitute at the House of Good Times? That could mean only one thing. Little-Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes wasn’t as good as she appeared to be.

“And how do you know the going rates at Madam Nasty’s?” he inquired, fighting to keep from grinning.

Hermione flushed and began to twist her hands a bit.

”I’ve…I’ve gone there on occasion. I mean…I’m so busy with my work that I don’t have time for a real relationship…and a witch has needs too,” she admitted, her face a deep crimson as she looked down at her teacup.

“Yes, that is true,” Severus replied diplomatically, “but you get what you pay for Miss Granger. As to my high rate compared to those wizards in Madam Nasty’s employ, you must remember they have no overhead as I do and a madam to pay them a percentage. I don't.”

Here the wizard’s voice dropped low.

”Besides Miss Granger, their business is quantity...not quality. They fuck as many witches as possible as quickly as possible to make their daily quota. That is not the case with me. Usually I will see only one witch a day and devote my time and skills totally to her. Our encounters are not rushed and tailored to meet her needs. Fools rush in, Miss Granger…and I am no fool. I assure you...I am well worth five hundred galleons. Those women not willing to invest in their pleasure are better off wallowing around the sheets with a ten galleon wizard instead of a ten star one like myself,” he said, confidence dripping from his voice.

Hermione stared at him…curiosity making her want to ask him a more personal question about his encounters. Her hesitant eagerness was familiar to the Professor.

“I can see you want to ask me something, Miss Granger. The fact that you aren’t waving your arm about like a flag doesn’t hide that. Go ahead, ask what is on your mind,” he said to her, finishing his tea.

“The women that come to you…they can’t all be attractive and beautiful. How do you…how do you manage to…to be intimate with a witch less than…well, desirable?” Hermione asked him.

Severus gave her a small smile.

”But you see, Miss Granger…all women are beautiful. Sometimes it isn’t apparent, or has been beaten down because what is on the inside doesn’t meld with the outside. They repress the beauty and passion inside them because they don’t have the perfect face or figure, or are no longer in the 'bloom of youth' which is ridiculous. As a man who has been passed over because of my outward appearance, I understand that…what it feels like. I imagine for a woman, it is much worse. Many of the women who come to me now are not beauties physically, but I can divine the beauty can be released if they are properly treated. I don’t have to pretend, Miss Granger. Their need for something real is what rouses me to action. It isn’t all about the galleons. My service is a true one despite how it is perceived by others. I make witches feel passion and give them passion, let them know they are worthy of being desired. For most it is like a balm, and I have many letters thanking me and letting me know life has become much better for them, because their view of themselves has been altered. It is a quite rewarding line of work, Miss Granger, believe me. Just as satisfying as completing a difficult, intricate potion, if not more so,” the wizard said.

“So are you saying you care about your clients, Professor?” Hermione asked him.

“No, I couldn’t afford to do that, Miss Granger…care is too strong a word. To care for each client would leave me drained emotionally and physically. I have to maintain a certain detachment. But it is possible to be detached without being cold or unfeeling. But I do appreciate them as women and translate that appreciation physically when I am intimate with them. Now, I must say that women are all different, and some need…shall we say, rougher treatment then others. Some come to me with a need to let go of their responsibilities…to have the weight of decision taken off their shoulders. I treat them accordingly. Others simply want to be ravished within an inch of their lives. Whatever I discern they need I give them. They don’t tell me…I just…know,” he said, "And to date, I haven't been wrong yet."

Hermione was starting to feel a bit of warmth listening to the wizard. He sounded as if he knew every secret desire a woman had. What would he say she needed? What would it be like to have him show her?

“Are you all right, Miss Granger? You seem a bit…distracted,” Severus said to her, his black eyes knowing.

“Oh, I’m fine, Professor…but…I should be going. My lunch break is almost over,” she said, rising quickly and flushing, “Thank you for the tea.”

”You are quite welcome. And thank you for the company, Miss Granger,” he said, walking over to her, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back of it softly. Hermione felt a small thrill at the contact. The kiss was so gentle, but still…

”:You’re welcome, Professor,” she said, her voice quavering a bit.

She pulled her hand back just a bit too quickly. Severus’ black eyes scanned the top of the table discreetly. He noticed the business card he gave Hermione wasn’t there and hid a small smirk.

”Allow me to show you out,” he said, opening the door for her.

Hermione walked through, feeling his heat wash over her as she passed in close proximity. The Professor followed her to the door, and pressed one hand against it, preventing her from opening it. Hermione looked up at him.

“Will I be seeing you again, Miss Granger?” he asked her, a deeper question hidden in the simple one.

”I…er…maybe Professor,” she stammered, feeling a bit unnerved by his presence now.

”Maybe,” he purred at her, then released the door and she opened it quickly, “Goodbye, Miss Granger.”

”Goodbye Professor.”

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A/N: I just had to write out the gigolo idea. One-shot for now. I know I’m killing ya’ll with my one-shots but I can’t help myself. I have to do something when the other stories won't mesh. :( But thanks for reading. ***