Wonder Witch Love Potion #69

Hermione's entire world suddenly turns completely upside down, changing everything she was certain about and everything she counted on around on her forever.

The World Comes Crashing Down

When Hermione entered Diagon Alley to go to the Apparition site, she collided into a woman who was walking up to the entrance of George's the shop. Stepping back as she regained her balance, she realized the woman was Lavender Brown. "Oh my, hi!" she said, regaining her composure. "Lavender, hello."

Lavender looked just as surprised to see her. "Hermione, hi!" She looked nervously at the door behind Hermione as if trying to see inside.

"The shop is closed. George had to—close up early," Hermione said. "Is there something you wanted or are you here to see George?"

Lavender looked at her, nervously, and shook her head. "No, it's all right. I wasn't looking for George."

"Do you know Verity?" Hermione asked.

"No. Well, yes, but only by acquaintance," Lavender said, sighing and turning to face Hermione. "I was looking for Ron."

Hermione didn't miss the disappointment on the girl's face. It wasn't a casual disappointment, but a regretful, really wanted to see him kind, she had seen on Lavender's face many times in their sixth year when Ron was ditching her. "Ron apparently had to take Megan, Hannah and Susan's friend, home."

Lavender shot her a quick look full of daggers and incredulity before schooling her expression into a feigned indifference that wasn't really all that believable. Having to say it out loud, it sounded rather odd to Hermione, as well, and she suddenly felt a sick sensation in her stomach and a momentary distrust in Ron.

"Who's Megan?" Lavender asked, sounding a little more incensed than would be expected.

"I just met her, briefly," Hermione said, distracted by thoughts of concern and wonder, although she did clearly recognize Lavender's reactions. "I don't know her last name. Pardon me, but I need to get home. I'll tell Ron you were here inquiring after him."

"No, don't bother; I'll stop by tomorrow," Lavender was saying as Hermione walked away.

Hermione Apparated in the middle of the street, disregarding the klaxon anti-Apparition warnings that were in place on the shop fronts, arriving in front of Grimmauld Place. Hermione slipped inside, quietly crossed the hall, careful not to wake Mrs. Black in her frame, and hurried silently up the stairs. She didn't know why she'd came here first, but couldn't turn back now. She pushed open Ron's door and stood in shock the moment she did, watching the scene before her.

Ron was kneeling in front of Megan who was teetering on the edge of the bed, her hands behind her as he pushed his penis into her. Ron pulled her hips closer, penetrating her while he knelt, apparently grasping her bottom for easier access to enter her. Megan leaned back, thrusting her hips to meet each of his thrusts, her legs clasped around his back. His pale, freckled buttocks were squeezing and flexing with each forward thrust as he held her close to him, obviously in order to drive more deeply into her, making Megan gasp in pleasure, grasping onto him, as if to encourage him to push even harder. Hermione was amazed at the control, speed, and rhythm of the sex she was watching in mute shock from the doorway.

Megan suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, and he scrambled to his feet, holding her up in his arms as he lifted and guided Megan on his penis. Hermione was amazed that Ron was strong enough to comfortably support her, although Megan was likewise lifting and pulling herself on Ron as she clung to his neck. In a swift move, Ron climbed up on the bed, still inside Megan, and dropped her shoulders on the bed, kneeling under her, with both her legs still around his hips as he leaned forward so that his whole body pressed against her chest, and their bodies rocked together as he penetrated her roughly.

It was clearly obvious that Megan, who was completely oblivious to Hermione, was thoroughly enjoying being fucked by her fiancé and was about to reach her climax. "Pardon me for interrupting, but we have dinner reservations, Ronald," Hermione said coldly. "So, when you're through…"

"Oh, fuck!" Ron said as Megan screamed.

"Exactly," Hermione said calmly, although she could feel her raw energy begin to build in anger, and there was a ringing in her ears. "How much longer will you be?" she asked, fuming, as the lights began to flicker and the bed frame began to rattle, but not from either Ron or Megan, who'd gone quite still.

"Hermione?!" Ron exclaimed as he desperately tried to untangle himself from Megan, who was grasping onto him as if for dear life.

"Because if you aren't through, Ronald, I'd be more than happy to wait until you are finished," she sneered, shaking in anger. Behind her the doors in the hallway were rattling while in the room the wardrobe doors were shaking, and the bed frame looked as if it was about to buckle and the mirror on the wall was shivering.

"Megan, let me go," Ron uttered, frightened. "Hermione, no, please, calm down!"

"Miss, you is…" Kreacher said from the doorway behind her.

Ron shouted at the elf, "Get Harry and Ginny, quick," as the wardrobe door and bedposts began to splinter and the mirror began to crack.

"How could you?! You sodding wanker!" Hermione yelled at him. "We were supposed to be getting married!"

"Supposed to? What? Megan, let go," Ron said, trying to push away.

Megan was white with fear. "NO! She'll kill me! Look at her!"

"You get out—now!" Hermione snarled at Megan. The wardrobe door shattered, and two of the bedposts and the mirror cracked. Megan finally let go of Ron, scrambling to the far side of the room as the canopy fell. Hermione turned all her focus on Ron. "You—you—how could you?" She raised her wand and shrieked, "Oppugno!" as a flock of small golden birds shot into the room, half diving for Ron and the other half for Megan, diving, pecking, and clawing at the pair.

"Gerremoffme!" Ron growled, swatting at the birds. "Her—ouch—mione!"

Megan was faring no better at trying to protect herself from flying wood splinters and attacking birds.

"I can explain!" Ron shouted.

"There is no explaining!" Hermione yelled back, and the mirror exploded into a thousand pieces, the edges of the frame impacting with the ceiling, floor, and two walls simultaneously. "I saw what I saw, and you cannot tell me it wasn't what I think it is!" She turned, adding another "Oppugno!" as she did so and stood in the hall, tears streaming down her face. She could hear Harry calling out as he started running up the stairs, and she felt another wave of anger. Three doors blew off their hinges as Hermione spun on the spot and Apparated to the entryway.

"Hermione?!" Ginny exclaimed when Hermione appeared.

"Tell your mother we are through!" she snapped as she ran from the house into the street, Ginny following closely on her heels. Hermione Apparated home, unconcerned if anyone, Muggle or not, saw her.

As soon as the squeezing sensation of Apparition ended, Hermione found herself standing in a mess. The pink boxes in her pockets had enlarged, spilling out and were falling on the floor, many of the boxes having been split open. Hundreds of truffles and chocolates were falling at her feet and coated her clothes, having burst open when she'd Disapparated, creating a huge mess. Well, I was going to get rid of them anyway. Hermione summoned the waste bin and began tossing the mess into it. After all the pink and most of the chocolate had been deposited, she removed her soiled clothes, tossing them aside to deal with later, and summoned a cleaning rag and pail to clean the floor.

Once on her hands and knees, sopping up the mess of the liquid centers, cursing Ron as she worked, she finally felt her raw energy ebb. Stupid, cheating sack of dragon dung! How dare he! How could he? I thought he loved me! Two weeks! We were to be married in two weeks, and he's banging that Megan in his bed—and he's probably shagging Lavender as well, if I read her right! She could have cleaned the floor magically, but her mum had installed the idea that nothing beat good ol' elbow grease when it came to the hardwood floors, and the scrubbing was actually calming. Besides, it didn't take long and gave her ample time to curse and defame Ron to her heart's content.

Not that she felt anywhere near content. He never fucked me like that. The only position we ever did was head-to-head, him on top! Excitement for him is when I'd top him, but he still flipped me over to top me! He stood up with her! Still shagging and toppled—the frenzy in his… Geesh! She finally wrung out the rag for the last time and sat back on her heels. I should have murdered the wanker! I should have blasted his bollocks off!

Hermione covered her face with her hands and began to cry. The smell of the potion mixed with the chocolate scent only made her cry harder. I can blame the truffles for Ron shagging Megan, but Lavender? That look on her face could only mean one thing—he's shagging her, too. Still! Hermione practically curled into a fetal position and cried harder.

After the tears seemed to slow down and her knees started to throb, she rose and went to the sink to wash her hands.

A soft knock on her door made her cringe. No, not tonight. "Go away! Leave me be!"she yelled at the door, hurried to her room, and slammed the door closed. Seeing her wedding gown hanging on the wardrobe doors only made her start crying hot, angry tears all over again. Well, if that wanker can—so can I! Hermione pulled open her doors and scanned the dresses inside. I don't want to be in a wizard's—anywhere! Not tonight. She would go out, find a nice respectful bloke, shag like she'd seen Ron shagging Megan, and probably had with Lavender, and forget him.

She pulled out a black cocktail dress she had bought on a shopping trip with her mum and threw it on the bed. After a quick shower, she dried and fixed her hair. She chose her black lace thong and uplifting demi bra, slipped on the dress, magically altering the neckline and making the modest slit on the hem much higher, then put on her black pumps. Checking that her appearance was good enough, she selected her favorite perfume—the one Ron disliked, and left.

She Apparated near a pub she remembered going to with her father near Manchester University. The dark wood and warm atmosphere was familiar enough for her to feel comfortable, and Hermione walked casually inside, choosing a seat at the center of the bar. Ordering a Wall-Banger, she scanned the patrons slyly, contemplating her choices.

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Severus had no idea why he felt compelled to go play darts. It wasn't that he was bad at darts, being a wizard his aim was quite true, but he usually didn't feel like being out around Muggles unless it was the middle of the week when the pubs were far less crowded. However, on a Thursday the likelihood the pubs would be crowded was fairly high. Nevertheless, he'd felt drawn to go. At least he didn't need the Polyjuice Potion if he were slipping into the Muggle world. The simple Glamour and Unrecognizable Charm he'd cast would suffice.

He'd dressed in a casual shirt, black of course, and black wool trousers, then had Apparated just down the street from a pub he'd been in a few times in Manchester. With the right Avoidance, light Repelling Charms, and his Glamour in place, Severus had slipped into the pub, relatively unnoticed.

To his surprise, he saw Hermione Granger sitting on a barstool, sipping a peach-colored drink through a straw and slyly watching a few Muggles play pool. She was not dressed as he might have expected. The short dress, which had a scooping neckline front and back, fit her curves seductively, if not a bit too snuggly, and the slit in the hem showed off her strong, shapely legs. It was also apparent that she hadn't bothered with stockings, but her skin looked silky-smooth regardless. A momentary thought crossed his mind that she might not have bothered with knickers either. She was obviously alone; one tiny purse lay on the bar in front of her. Interesting. It wasn't difficult to slip into her mind and see what had brought her here. The scene with Mr. Weasley and Miss Jones flashed quickly before she shoved the memory away, forcing her thoughts on watching the young men in the pub as she sized each one up as a potential sex partner. So far, she hadn't seen him.

Severus took a seat in the pub where he could watch her but not be easily seen from her position at the bar. A waitress in a thin white shirt and black miniskirt came up to him to take his order, and he requested his usual single malt scotch.It was easy enough from his advantage point to magically dissuade any male who approached Hermione to simply buy a drink and return to his previous activity.

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Her second drink and, although she knew that she was attracting attention, none of the men in the place had approached her. A few had walked up to the bar next to her chair, said hello, then ordered drinks and walked away. There were several guys looking her way, some even seemed curious or interested, but no one approached to meet her.

It was disconcerting.

By the time she finished her third drink, Hermione knew her quest for great animalistic sex was fruitless. Heck, at this point she'd accept any kind of sex, as long as she got to have an orgasm. She ordered her fourth drink, ignoring the raised eyebrow of the man beside her and the sympathetic smirk of the bartender.

As she sipped on her fifth drink, she realized she was snockered. She sighed and tried to rise off her stool, only to lose her balance and stumble, finding herself assisted to her feet by strong masculine hands. She looked up at him and was surprised to see a man who very closely resembled Severus Snape. I must really be drunk if I'm seeing him—think he is him. But the resemblance is really uncanny. "Take me home," she said softly as his arm went around her waist to support her.

His look of shock on his face was quickly suppressed into a small smile. He nodded, handed her her purse and guided her from the pub.

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"Kiss me," she purred when he'd pulled her into the alley with him so they could Apparate.

He should have said she was too inebriated. He should have simply taken her home, but he wasn't certain he could get into her home, and he wasn't about to take her to his. There were a thousand should haves that went through his mind as his lips touched hers. Hermione kissed him back, sensually responding to him, making all coherent thought vanish from his mind.

Her arms gripped him so tightly as she pressed her body against his, forming a perfect fit to his lean frame. He crushed her against the wall of the alley and savored her soft lips. Her hands slid over him, and he did the same, feeling her breasts though the fabric, hoping that the bra she wore was lace. Her hand slid around his back, slowly working its way down as it explored, as her other hand slid into his hair, crushing his lips against hers, and she opened her mouth to allow him access. He was lost in her.

She ground her body into him, her groin rubbing on his stiff penis, and he shoved back, the friction between them nearly enough to drive him wild. He had to have her. He knew already what she wanted: sex. Wild, animalistic sex in various positions. She wants to have an orgasm. Merlin's balls, I can give her orgasms, as many as she wants. He didn't care any longer that his great grandfather's house, which had recently been left to him upon his great aunt's death, still looked like a matronly collect-o-holic lived in the premises and grossly reminded him of Umbridge's office. He was not taking Hermione to his father's house. Not for my first—no, second time with her. But I'm going to have sex with her against the wall of the alley either. He wanted to undress her, to see her body under him, and feel her skin.

"Will you come home with me?" he asked slowly, forcing his voice to remain even.

"Yes, anywhere," she groaned in his ear, her hand sliding down to grab his bum. "Anything you want. Just please, I need you."

"Oh, Merlin, girl, you'll undo me," he said and Apparated her to his home.

As soon as they arrived, he lifted her up and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. He knew the way, so lights were unnecessary, but Hermione had snuggled against him, her mouth teasing the side of his neck just under his ear, making him stumble and bang into the wall twice. He set her on her feet and lit a glow globe so that the soft light illuminated only her, diffusing the sickening decorations of the room.

He took his time undressing her, even though her hands were eagerly tearing at his clothes. He allowed her to kiss him as they undressed, until he had to kneel to remove the tiny bit of lace she was wearing as knickers. He could smell her excitement, and he knew that no matter how much she pleaded, he was going to savor her, take as much time as she'd allow him, and enjoy every minute. He gazed at her body, gently caressing her, amazed at how truly lovely she was. He picked her up again and laid her gently on the large canopy bed, continuously exploring her body. Her round breast fit perfectly in his hand. Her stomach had just a slight roundness, and her skin felt as silky as a baby's with a satiny softness that was all feminine. Her pubic hair was natural, but not bushy, and her legs were smooth. Hermione moaned under his touch, and he smiled at her reaction. As his fingers stroked her folds, she undulated, trying to make him press harder, to make his finger enter her, so he complied. He leaned down to kiss her breast, suckling her nipple.

He felt her shudder, her moans growing louder, and he watched the expression on her face with a sense of awe. One. He lowered his body, trailing his mouth on her, still manipulating her, and watched as she started to reach climax again. He suckled her nipple as the tremors started and she made soft mewing noises, rolling her head from side to side. Two. Her hands reached up to touch him, and he moved lower, trailing a path of soft nips and tiny licks as he worked his way to her wet core. He tasted her, cleaning her up with his tongue and savoring her taste as his finger worked inside her. When his tongue touched her clitoris, she nearly lifted her hips off the bed, grinding her groin to his face. He took his time, teasing and sucking on her swollen flesh, keeping her straining for her release, and not letting her peak until he was through enjoying her.

Suddenly, she cried out in ecstasy, bucking wildly, and he had to pin her down, as he finished off her third orgasm.

Feeling smug, he rose, kneeling between her splayed legs, watching her face as he pulled her hips to meet his, and slid into her heat. She was divine, hot, wet, tight, still throbbing slightly and clenching down on him as he entered her. He leaned forward and began to move, keeping his movements as long and slow as he could. He caressed her with his hands and watched her face. Her warm amber-brown eyes stared back, watching him as she tried to stroke him in return. He smiled. She was trying to be as giving a partner as she could, and it amused him. She was inexperienced, although not a virgin, but still so naïve. He leaned down even more and flicked her nipple with his tongue, his thrusts grinding against her, stimulating her clitoris with each inward plunge.

As she began to gasp, moaning again as her body reacted, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up onto his lap. With the aid of magic, he rolled back, keeping himself inside her as he cradled her on his lap, his knees still bent under her, allowing her to slide on his legs as she topped him. Her hands roamed over him now, tracing his pecks and abdomen, fingering his chest hairs as she rode him. He leaned up as much as he could to kiss her and pulled her with him as he lay back down on the bed. She seemed to love this, topping him, and controlling their coupling. He only had to guide her hips, direct the tempo, and press up into her each time she lowered herself on him. He watched as she neared orgasm again and reached down to touch her, to help her over the edge. She came, gasping and crying, collapsing on top of him, and he felt his own body tense. He rolled her over, thrusting into her as his own climax peaked, shuddering against her as wave after wave rolled through him, and he felt himself empty into her in hot spurts.

As his orgasm ebbed, he braced himself over her, watching her face with a sense of smug satisfaction and accomplishment. He'd given her the multiple orgasms and positions she'd desired, and she actually looked sated. He collapsed, lying on top of her body, slightly shaky and sweaty, before rolling off to stretch out by her side, pulling her to lie against his chest, cradled in his arms. Her curly hair tickled his face, but it smelled like her, like a meadow in the warm sunshine. I wish I could stay like this forever with her. Waking her up each morning with a kiss to initiate sex every day. Being able to come to bed with her every night. But he doubted she would want the same. Still, if Weasley is cheating on her, possibly… He kissed her head and realized she'd fallen asleep. Within minutes he was asleep as well, holding her tenderly.

Severus woke up the next morning with an arm across his chest and a leg tangled in the sheets with his. He smiled and blew the strand of curly hair away from his face. Levitating her slightly, he maneuvered out from under Hermione so he could lie on his side and watch her sleep. He squinted when the light from the window grew brighter, and he remembered how much she'd had to drink the night before. He rose reluctantly to go brew her a Hangover Potion.

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Hermione woke up with the bright light of the sun streaming in through the window. Her mouth was dry, her head pounded, and she felt sick. She tried to sit up and suddenly realized she was not in her own bed. The pink sheets and cabbage rose print quilt matched perfectly the pink and cabbage rose print bed hangings, all the drapes, the tablecloths on the bedside tables, and even the chair in the room. Lace doilies graced every flat surface except the bed. China plates of frolicking kittens hung on the walls suspended by silk ribbons. Even the carpet on the floor was pink with a rose trellis design. It was as if she'd woken up in Dolores Umbridge's bedroom.

Hermione began to panic, trying to remember whom she'd met last night as the events from the previous evening came crashing down on her. She thought that she'd been with Severus Snape's doppelganger, not someone related, obviously, to Umbridge. Hermione groaned as she scrambled from the bed, slipped into her dress and shoes, scrounging around for her knickers, and all while her head throbbed horribly. Giving up, she ran from the house, totally convinced Dolores Umbridge lived there, and Apparated home. Given her state of mind and her hangover, Hermione was quite pleased to make it home unsplinched.

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Author's Notes:

I decided to introduce another Prince family member, posthumously of course, and will explain this better later.

I want to give a great big thank you hug to MadBrilliant for combing through this to point out my numerous errors and help me make this presentable for reading. You're the best, thank you!