Severus in Optima Forma

Severus in Optima Forma

”Sev? Do you feel like playing a game?” Hermione asked her colleague.
She was sitting across from him in the teacher’s lounge and looked expectantly at the man she secretly coveted, hoping he would take the bait.
If Harry ‘s plan worked, the way it was supposed to work, this could turn to her advantage.
Severus looked up from his latest issue of ‘Potions Monthly’ and raised his eyebrows.
“What kind of game, Hermione?” purred the man to her and she felt a shiver run down her spine upon hearing his velvety voice.
Somehow she had the distinct feeling he did it one purpose, because he never talked like that when others were around.
“Well, I have a riddle for you. There are conditions, however” she stated.
Severus studied her face for a moment, before he told her to continue.
“If you win, you can ask for a favour. It doesn’t matter what it is, anything goes, but…” she said quickly, noticing a devilish glint appear in his eyes, “if I win, I can demand the same from you and I want a Wizard’s Oath from you, that binds you to this agreement. I will take the same oath, if you want.” she finished, a satisfied look on her face.
She saw him furrowing his brows, as he thought about it and finally answered “Very well then.”

They both took the oath and Hermione looked Severus straight in the eyes.
The grin on Hermione’s face grew and Severus was worried all of a sudden.
What had he gotten himself into now?
“Do you want me to tell you the riddle now? After I have told you, you have twelve hours to solve it and give me the answer, fair enough?” she asked.
Severus nodded his head and listened to the riddle.
“There are five houses; a white one, a blue one, a red one, a green one and a black one.
They are all on fire and there are people trapped in every house.
One person in the white one, two in the blue one, etcetera.
When the medics arrive, which house will they extinguish first?” she said.
Severus thought about it and said he wanted some time to himself to figure it out.
He stood up and started to walk towards the door, when he stopped and asked
“Does it mean that in the black house, there are five people trapped?”
Hermione nodded her head in affirmation.
Severus took his leave and tried to figure it out.
It would seem that the black house was the first to be extinguished, but as it was a riddle, it could not be that simple.
Over the course of the following twelve hours, Severus asked about the people in the houses.
Were they old or young, families, important pillars of the community and everything else he could think of.
Hermione told him all he wanted to know and after the twelve hours were up, Severus was certain that it had to be the black house, with the biggest and most important family in it.
He met Hermione in her classroom and told her his answer.
To his astonishment Hermione shook her head and said his answer was wrong.
Severus was completely vexed.
His reasoning was solid, he knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt, so he demanded to know what the answer was then.
Hermione looked at him amused and asked “Severus, you have partly grown up in the muggle world, correct? Have you ever heard of medics putting out a fire? What do you think fire fighters are for?”
Severus was dumbstruck, how could he have been so foolish?
Bowing his head in defeat, he knew the worst part was yet to come.

”What is it you wish?” he asked in a flat voice.
After some time he raised his head to meet Hermione’s gaze and instantly knew he was in quite a bit of trouble, because she looked too damn smug for her own good.
“I have given this quite some thought and what I want is for you to do a performance.”
Severus’ eyes grew big in surprise and then narrowed in suspicion.
What was the infuriating witch aiming for?
“What kind of ‘performance’” he demanded to know.
Hermione smirked and told him; “ In two months, I want you to do a song, while giving a striptease, in the teacher’s lounge and it better be good or it will not count”
“WHAT? I WILL DO NO SUCH THING, YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE CHIT” he bellowed, his face beet red at the mere thought of her wish.
Hermione chuckled and stated that that was the reason, why she had demanded the oath from him, so he couldn’t back out of it.
Severus stormed off to his chambers fuming, because the wretched woman had him cornered.
He knew there was no way to get out of it, how….very Slytherin of her, actually.
His anger subsided a bit, when he admitted to himself he would have done the same, had he been in her position. Well, it seemed she had him by the balls.
Severus thought about how to proceed and thought of Draco and Harry.
They were known to throw the best parties and often did performances themselves.
He could ask them what to do, the worst that could happen was that they would laugh at him.
Oh well, he had to swallow his pride for this one anyway.
Throwing some floo powder in his hearth, he said “Snake Manor” and stepped through.

After Severus explained his ordeal to the two wizards, they reacted rather calmly.
Harry told Severus that he had known about Hermione’s plans and what her reasons behind it were, while Draco was already busily jotting down ideas and thoughts on a piece of parchment, humming to himself.
So the witch had a crush on him? Well, he would make good use of that bit of information.
The potions master asked Harry and Draco to find him suitable ‘enticing’ piece of music and to help him with the performance.
Draco looked at Harry and asked; “Are you thinking, what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah” the viridian eyed man answered, with an evil grin on his face.
Harry walked into their rehearsal studio and came back with a big black-and-silver coloured contraption, that Severus eyed suspiciously.
Draco explained it was a ‘getting blasted’ or something and Severus took a few steps back.
The last thing he wanted to happen, was for the box to blast him.
Draco chuckled and said it was to produce music, but Severus was not convinced.
Harry put a silver coloured disc in it and instantly there was a cacophony of sound filling the studio and it gave Severus quite a headache.
He signalled to Harry to turn it down, Harry yelled to Severus he had to get accustomed to it.
It was necessary for his performance and Severus nodded reluctantly.
How was he ever going to get through this?

Severus went to the manor every day to rehearse, without failure.
Hermione had said it needed to be a proper performance, or it would not count and he would be damned if he gave the woman another chance to humiliate him.
This was degrading enough.
As with all things Severus did, he gave the rehearsals his all and eventually even started to enjoy himself quite a bit.
At first he had been as stiff as a board and wasn’t even able to touch his toes, while bending over, now he could lay his hands flat on the ground, next to his feet.
After seven weeks of dancing, posing, doing yoga and practicing his singing skills intensively, he felt like a new man.
There was spring in his step, that had not been there before and his movements were even more fluent than before.
Harry had said that manual labour would be good for building muscles and Severus had been chopping wood for an hour every day, developing a greatly defined six pack, strong arms and his shoulders had broadened.
Working in the sun had tanned his body evenly, for Severus did not wear a shirt, while chopping wood.
Draco and Harry taught him to use the solarium, so he could get a tan all over.
Severus also had been pleasantly surprised, when he had heard his voice for the first time from a recording.
Draco had secretly taped a few discussions with Severus and also his singing lessons.
It was evident that his voice was one of his strongest assets, although he had known that people reacted strongly to his voice.
He had never imagined his voice to be that deep, strong and velvety.
He was quite pleased by the sound of it and asked Harry to teach him how to record, he wanted to test a few things.
Arriving home with his own recorder, Severus finished his dinner in no time, so he could experiment with his new toy.
He liked what he was hearing and wrote everything down.
Who knows…maybe he could use this knowledge to his advantage some day?

Now the last week had arrived and the three wizards were discussing what number would be the best for Severus’ performance.
Harry had a few ideas, but there was one song that really got Severus’ attention.
Yes, it was perfect to combine his performance and an experiment he had thought of.
Harry and Draco had gotten the potions master a few articles of clothing, stating they were the kind of clothes ‘Chip and Dale’ wore.
Severus had not the slightest idea who those people were, but thought the duo had to know their business, although the material seemed rather thin and poorly sewn together.
Draco explained that the clothes were meant to rip at the seams, as they had practiced.
The days went by in a hurry and finally the day of the performance had arrived.
Severus was feeling nervous as hell.
What if Hermione said he was not good enough? What if Hermione would laugh at him?
Why did it bother him so much to think of Hermione’s reaction?
She had been very nice to him, all during this time.
Not once had she asked him about his progress, as if she knew it would make him nervous.
Hermione often would pour him a cup of tea, when he arrived in the teacher’s lounge, not uttering a sound and giving him his space.
Severus was thankful for her consideration and even came to depend on her being in the lounge, waiting for him with a steaming cup of tea.
Her presence was comforting and soothing to his restless soul.
Deciding to not dwell on those thoughts too long, he went to Snake Manor for the final touches and instructions.
Draco and Harry had managed to find two lovely background singers and Severus was going to rehearse the song one last time, although it was perfect, for Severus needed the distraction.
Luckily Alma and Joanna, the singers, were both free and they enthusiastically walked down the hallway to wards the studio, meanwhile chatting and laughing softly.
Severus caught the phrase ‘…has to be important, for him to go through these lengths’.
Although he had not heard his name, he had the feeling they were talking about him.
It made Severus think…was Hermione that important to him?
He had to admit that she had become more to him, than a colleague, recently.
He wondered when exactly it had happened, but was disturbed from his thoughts when
the singers entered the studio and greeted him cheerily.
Severus nodded at them and switched on the ‘getting blasted’ box.
The three of them rehearsed the song twice and they all agreed they were finished, it wouldn’t get any better than that.

Draco entered the studio and said he had a surprise for Severus.
Severus followed him outside and was greeted by a small group of people.
“Sev, this is the crew Harry and I work with, when we do our own performances, or when we throw parties. They are at your disposal all day. Just tell them what kind of setting you want and they will make sure you get it.” Draco said to his stunned godfather.
The potions master didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know what a setting was, to be honest.
“Draco, however I do appreciate the gesture, I have no idea what these people are supposed to do, nor do I know what a ‘setting’ is” he said looking a bit overwhelmed.
“Well, leave it up to Harry and me then” Draco answered and shrugged his shoulders.
Severus went back to Hogwarts, to inform Hermione that he was ready.
Secretly he wanted to see her again, just so he could look at her one last time, before he went on stage and died of shame and humiliation.
Snorting at his own dramatic thoughts, he went inside and walked towards the lounge.
His eyes searched the room for Hermione, but she was not there.
It was the first time since weeks she was not in the lounge, waiting for him with a cup of tea.
He felt a sharp stab in his chest and he left the lounge in a hurry, to go to her rooms.
After knocking on her door, he heard footsteps approach from the other side and his heart rate shot through the roof.
When she opened the door and saw it was him standing there, her face lit up with a beautiful smile.
“Hi there stranger, won’t you come in?” she asked sweetly.
Severus nodded his head in acquiescence and stepped inside the sunny room.
He turned around to look at her expectant face and said he would do his performance that evening at ten, if that was agreeable with her.
The smile on her face grew wide and she hugged him tightly.
Without thinking he hugged her back, pulling her flush to his body
Severus was shocked and elevated at the same time.
She felt nice and soft and warm, and Severus cheeks flushed pink, when he felt his member grow hard.
He needed to get out of there, before he did something he might not even regret.
Saying goodbye had never been as hard, as it was at that moment.

This was it, there was no turning back now.
Severus inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, as Harry had taught him, to control his nerves.
He stepped up on the darkened podium, dressed in the ‘Chip and Dale’ clothes.
There was only one chair, though Severus had expected to see many.
He saw Draco in the back of the lounge, giving him the ‘thumbs up’ and Severus felt relieved.
If he forgot, he could always look at Draco and follow the blonde’s lead, like his godson
had promised.
The singers had arrived and stood in the back of the podium, so Severus had room to dance.
A door opened and Hermione entered, alone.
A soft spotlight was aimed at her, until she sat and it switched off again.
At the first note of the song a spot came to life, bathing Severus in a red light.
The spot had a rotating disc in front of it, making the light change colours.
Severus grabbed the microphone and started his routine, looking directly at Hermione.
Her eyes were as big as saucers and when Severus started to gyrate his hips she looked completely flustered.
His voice a strange mixture of a whisper and a groan, as he began to say;

We got it together didn't we
We definitely got our thing together don't we baby
Isn't that nice
I mean really when you really sit and think about it
Isn't it really really nice
I can easily feel myself slipping more and more away to
That simple world of our own
Nobody but you and me
We got it together baby

Letting the microphone go, Severus ripped his shirt and threw it at Hermione.
She caught it and smelled it, smiling softly.
He saw her reaction and felt more secure now, as the music came on full force and he danced his way across the stage, shaking his hips, grabbing his buttocks and making a suggestive gesture with his pelvis.

My first, my last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are

He ran his hands down his torso and his abs, gyrating his hips and watched the woman in the chair with a smouldering look.
She was totally captivated by the Adonis on stage.
The potions master was a lean, mean, sex machine and they both knew it.

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
You're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore
You're the first, you're the last, my everything

She couldn’t sit still, she wanted to dance.
The music called for it and damn it, she was going to answer.
Jumping up from her chair, they felt like they were the only two people to exist in the world.
As their eyes locked, Hermione started to mimic his moves, running her hands down her own torso, over her breasts, down to her flat stomach.
Taking off her sweater, she was now only wearing a t-shirt and Severus saw her nipples being erect, making it difficult for him to breathe for a moment.

In you I've found so many things
A love so new only you could bring
Can't you see if you
You make me feel this way
You're like a fresh morning dew, on a brand new day

I see so many ways that I
Can love you till the day I die
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything

There was a pause in the lyrics and Severus turned around dancing, showing off his tight ass.
Bending down he grabbed his waistband through the space between his legs and ripped off his trousers, leaving on only a G-string.
Hermione was going wild, dancing and cheering him on.
This was better than a Chippendale’s show.
This man was absolutely breathtaking and she was glad she had decided to keep his performance to herself.

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
Girl you're my reality, but I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything

You and me baby
Just you and me
You are the first, the last, my everything

The music stopped and Severus bowed to his ‘audience’, grinning widely.
He hadn’t had so much fun for the longest time.
Sweating profusely under the spotlights, he still felt like he was on top of the world.
Here he was, standing in nothing but a leather scrap of cloth, with a gorgeous woman standing in front of him, clapping and cheering for him and looking like she was contemplating to eat him alive. Well, if that was her desire, who was he to refuse, eh?
He smiled seductively and asked her in his most purring voice “I take it, my ‘performance’ was satisfactory?” noticing that she shivered at the tone of his voice.
Her eyes grew big and she answered “Satisfactory? Gods, if I had known, I would have tricked you years ago” turning a bright red, after she realized what she had said.
Severus gave her a evil grin and chuckled.
“Tricked, you say, Madame? Then I think it is only fair to assume our ‘agreement’ was null and void and I invoke my right to demand satisfaction for your trickery.”
Hermione knew her number was up, but was gracious enough to agree to his terms.
Severus asked her to stop by his chambers in fifteen minutes, he was going to make sure he would get every ounce of his revenge, paid in full and then some.

Link to song: http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=hPd9ETUF2TI