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~Manisha~
'Shit!' he thought. 'I look sexy! Wait, it's wrong if I think I look sexy. But really, McGonagall has done a good job.' He looked at the caster of the spell, who was standing in front of him, smirking.
"Maybe now that you look your age, you will act it. Do you like it?" she said, tapping her feet and waiting for an answer.
"Yes!" he said simply, turned on his heel, and walked away down the hall, robes billowing out behind him. He went straight to the nearest mirror, hardly believing that the handsome wizard that looked back at him was Severus Snape. His hair was cut into a layered style, still quite long, but very similar to the hairstyle of Jonathan Jackson in the muggle movie "Tuck Everlasting", which was originally a wizarding book about the elixir of life. It had dark blue streaks running through it that complemented his eyes that he suddenly discovered were a very deep blue, instead of the black that he had assumed it to be. The most incredible change, however, was his skin. It was deeply tanned, and made his teeth automatically whiter. "Like a vacation in a wand," he thought. "Except without all the bother." Severus was startled, however, when he realized that his clothes, too, had changed from the ill-fitting black trousers and loose black shirt he had been wearing to a white muscle shirt under a black leather jacket, and a pair of comfortable black jeans, with a bulge in the pocket. 'What the-?' he thought as he withdrew the object within it. Snape gave out a loud guffaw when he saw it- a pair of sunglasses. 'Minerva thought of everything, the old coot,' he realized. He had completely stopped lusting over her. He didn't have to be so desperate with these new looks. Lupin on the other hand...
Remus Lupin was lying on the floor of the DADA classroom, limbs entangled inextricably with those of the indefatigable Transfiguration mistress as the kissed passionately. She sat up suddenly, wiping her mouth. "We can't do this. Albus...I will be with him in just a few hours. I wouldn't be able to let you down."
"I'm not looking for a long term relationship, Minerva. I encourage you to look to Albus for that. I'm just saying, my private rooms are just a couple doors away, and we both have a couple hours..." Lupin grinned naughtily. "Do you see what I mean?" It was obvious that Minerva understood when she pulled him toward his rooms, kissing him as she walked.
Meanwhile, Severus was deciding what he should do first with his new looks. There were so many possibilities open to him now that he had his new look. He could go anywhere from supermarket to Knockturn Alley to a muggle night club to a French whore-house, or brothel. What first? Of course, to put on those sunglasses. It made him look positively cool, like Keanu Reeves from the Matrix (another muggle film based on a wizarding book about muggles and what would happen to them if they continued becoming more plasticky and fake than they were). 'Ewww, Snape,' he thought to himself. 'You want to look like that muggle idiot? He must be, like, fifty! But still...' He decided to go to a muggle bar and see how many women he could seduce that night.
'The Naughty Pine'. It sounded promising. Snape walked in apprehensively, wondering what kind of place this was. It was better than he could ever have hoped it to be. There was loud music, with a strong beat, the kind he liked to listen to. On one end of the large, sweaty, passionate room was a relatively small bar, behind which stood a number of tall, buxom woman in bathing suits similar to Minerva's who were serving drinks to male customers with flirtatious giggles and seductive touches. He made his way to the bar quietly- he attracted no attention because he fit in extremely well with the other men in the room. "Hello, ladies. May I have a beer? How much is it?" The prostitutes, who had become bored with the unresponsiveness and relative ugliness of the other men, as well as the jealousy and dirty looks of their overprotective girlfriends, turned gladly to this new young man, who was, in their opinion, much more handsome than all the other men, and who seemed completely not taken.
"It's on the house!" said one of them. "We love to talk to a handsome hunk like you." They flirted for sometime until the combined shouts of angry customers and an angry boss drew the girls' attention reluctantly away from him. Severus sat on the bar stool and sipped his third beer, watching the dancers, and tapping his feet to the music. He suddenly realized that there was a girl sitting beside him, doing the same thing. But she was not just any girl- she was pretty, with a fine figure, and she obviously didn't know it. Her face seemed somewhat familiar, but Severus couldn't tell in the poor lighting. He turned to her.
"What are you doing sitting instead of dancing?"
He had to repeat it before she realized that he was speaking to her. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't know you were addressing me. I'm not dancing because I'm not very good, and I'm not here because I want to be. My brother and his fiancŽ are here, and they dragged me along so I would get out a little more. So here I am."
"Ah, and you are here. That is the most important part of your speech. The fact that you are here makes it possible for me to urge you to begin dancing immediately. Once you are in a situation, it does no good to go against the flow. Come, dance with me." He led her gently to the center of the dance floor.
"Thank you for dancing with me. What is your name?"
"S- um, Steve. You?"
"Herm- um, Hermia. Nice to meet you."
"I see you are named after a very noble character in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Why did your parents choose it?"
"I believe it was because they wished me to be of her character and personality. She is still my idol, and I have yet to become similar to her in any way."
"Oh, you have done a better job of it than you give yourself credit for. But have you read Julius Caesar?"
"YES! It's my favorite play of all time! Marc Antony's funeral speech is especially moving." They suddenly found themselves repeating it together. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil men do lives after them, while the good is oft interred with their bones..." At the end of the speech, they were smiling and laughing.
"I find that recital surprisingly romantic!" Severus smiled down at her, lowering his head to hers carefully.
"Really..." It was the last thing that she could say before his lips came to meet hers. Oh, the joy they felt! The kiss was perfect. They could almost here the classical music and fireworks in the background. Their tongues met- and suddenly her mouth pulled away. "I can't do this." She was almost in tears. "I can't control myself...can't finish what I started...virgin until marriage."
"I understand." The look in his eyes made it clear to her that it did. "I should go. I am a teacher, and classes begin tomorrow. I'm sorry. You gave me a lovely evening." They walked hand in hand to the door of the club. He touched her cheek. "I hope I'll see you again."
"You will. Remember Hermia!" And with that, she was gone. Severus sighed- it had been so wonderful. He stepped quickly into the shadow of a nearby building and Apparated to Hogsmeade (A/N: I know you can't Apparate in Hogwarts grounds. I always say Hogsmeade. He walks from there.) and walked quickly back to Hogwarts. He fell asleep thinking about Hermia.
The next morning he woke very late, much to his sadness. He took a shower quickly and brushed his new hair, thinking about the reaction the newly-arrived students would have when they noticed he wasn't there. Severus could hear their comments now. "Where's Snape?...heard he was fired...maybe he died!...serves him right, the greasy git." Well, he'd give them all a nice shock today. He was definitely no longer greasy, and he had decided to stop being a git. It took too much effort after the fall of Voldemort. He looked at his schedule. What was his first class? Oh, seventh year advanced potions. Wonderful. Another chance to spend time with his young friend Harry Potter, and his friend the insufferable know-it-all Granger. OK, so Hermione wasn't so bad anymore, but still...
At that moment Harry and Hermione were reading over their schedules. Since Ron had died, their friendship had become closer, and Harry had begun to wonder if he had deeper feelings for her than a friend. But right now they were just close friends. "Ugh! Potions first! What a nice way to start the term!" Hermione didn't like her schedule.
"Don't worry, we'll make it out alive," Harry assured her. At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
"May I see the Head Boy and Girl in my office after breakfast please? Thank you." McGonagall looked over at him, batting her eyelashes, and putting on a simpering smile. He looked back, blushing, and winked.
"Eww," said Harry. "Is McGonagall making eyes at Dumbledore?"
"Yeah...I heard they were dating, or something."
"Weird!"
"I agree."
At the end of breakfast, Hermione, and the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, went up to Dumbledore's office, where they discussed some of the entertainments that were to occur during that term. They left quickly, but not fast enough that they wouldn't be late for Potions. They raced down the halls to the entrance of the dungeons. Malfoy walked in first. "Sorry, Professor," she heard him drawl. "I was at a meeting." She braced herself, and walked in after him.
"I was at the meeting..." Her breath stopped as she stared at the man in front of her. God! He had changed so much. "Gods!" Hermione blurted. "You're beautiful!"
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Thanks again! And here's a longer chapter for those who wanted it!
~Manisha~
'Shit!' he thought. 'I look sexy! Wait, it's wrong if I think I look sexy. But really, McGonagall has done a good job.' He looked at the caster of the spell, who was standing in front of him, smirking.
"Maybe now that you look your age, you will act it. Do you like it?" she said, tapping her feet and waiting for an answer.
"Yes!" he said simply, turned on his heel, and walked away down the hall, robes billowing out behind him. He went straight to the nearest mirror, hardly believing that the handsome wizard that looked back at him was Severus Snape. His hair was cut into a layered style, still quite long, but very similar to the hairstyle of Jonathan Jackson in the muggle movie "Tuck Everlasting", which was originally a wizarding book about the elixir of life. It had dark blue streaks running through it that complemented his eyes that he suddenly discovered were a very deep blue, instead of the black that he had assumed it to be. The most incredible change, however, was his skin. It was deeply tanned, and made his teeth automatically whiter. "Like a vacation in a wand," he thought. "Except without all the bother." Severus was startled, however, when he realized that his clothes, too, had changed from the ill-fitting black trousers and loose black shirt he had been wearing to a white muscle shirt under a black leather jacket, and a pair of comfortable black jeans, with a bulge in the pocket. 'What the-?' he thought as he withdrew the object within it. Snape gave out a loud guffaw when he saw it- a pair of sunglasses. 'Minerva thought of everything, the old coot,' he realized. He had completely stopped lusting over her. He didn't have to be so desperate with these new looks. Lupin on the other hand...
Remus Lupin was lying on the floor of the DADA classroom, limbs entangled inextricably with those of the indefatigable Transfiguration mistress as the kissed passionately. She sat up suddenly, wiping her mouth. "We can't do this. Albus...I will be with him in just a few hours. I wouldn't be able to let you down."
"I'm not looking for a long term relationship, Minerva. I encourage you to look to Albus for that. I'm just saying, my private rooms are just a couple doors away, and we both have a couple hours..." Lupin grinned naughtily. "Do you see what I mean?" It was obvious that Minerva understood when she pulled him toward his rooms, kissing him as she walked.
Meanwhile, Severus was deciding what he should do first with his new looks. There were so many possibilities open to him now that he had his new look. He could go anywhere from supermarket to Knockturn Alley to a muggle night club to a French whore-house, or brothel. What first? Of course, to put on those sunglasses. It made him look positively cool, like Keanu Reeves from the Matrix (another muggle film based on a wizarding book about muggles and what would happen to them if they continued becoming more plasticky and fake than they were). 'Ewww, Snape,' he thought to himself. 'You want to look like that muggle idiot? He must be, like, fifty! But still...' He decided to go to a muggle bar and see how many women he could seduce that night.
'The Naughty Pine'. It sounded promising. Snape walked in apprehensively, wondering what kind of place this was. It was better than he could ever have hoped it to be. There was loud music, with a strong beat, the kind he liked to listen to. On one end of the large, sweaty, passionate room was a relatively small bar, behind which stood a number of tall, buxom woman in bathing suits similar to Minerva's who were serving drinks to male customers with flirtatious giggles and seductive touches. He made his way to the bar quietly- he attracted no attention because he fit in extremely well with the other men in the room. "Hello, ladies. May I have a beer? How much is it?" The prostitutes, who had become bored with the unresponsiveness and relative ugliness of the other men, as well as the jealousy and dirty looks of their overprotective girlfriends, turned gladly to this new young man, who was, in their opinion, much more handsome than all the other men, and who seemed completely not taken.
"It's on the house!" said one of them. "We love to talk to a handsome hunk like you." They flirted for sometime until the combined shouts of angry customers and an angry boss drew the girls' attention reluctantly away from him. Severus sat on the bar stool and sipped his third beer, watching the dancers, and tapping his feet to the music. He suddenly realized that there was a girl sitting beside him, doing the same thing. But she was not just any girl- she was pretty, with a fine figure, and she obviously didn't know it. Her face seemed somewhat familiar, but Severus couldn't tell in the poor lighting. He turned to her.
"What are you doing sitting instead of dancing?"
He had to repeat it before she realized that he was speaking to her. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't know you were addressing me. I'm not dancing because I'm not very good, and I'm not here because I want to be. My brother and his fiancŽ are here, and they dragged me along so I would get out a little more. So here I am."
"Ah, and you are here. That is the most important part of your speech. The fact that you are here makes it possible for me to urge you to begin dancing immediately. Once you are in a situation, it does no good to go against the flow. Come, dance with me." He led her gently to the center of the dance floor.
"Thank you for dancing with me. What is your name?"
"S- um, Steve. You?"
"Herm- um, Hermia. Nice to meet you."
"I see you are named after a very noble character in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Why did your parents choose it?"
"I believe it was because they wished me to be of her character and personality. She is still my idol, and I have yet to become similar to her in any way."
"Oh, you have done a better job of it than you give yourself credit for. But have you read Julius Caesar?"
"YES! It's my favorite play of all time! Marc Antony's funeral speech is especially moving." They suddenly found themselves repeating it together. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil men do lives after them, while the good is oft interred with their bones..." At the end of the speech, they were smiling and laughing.
"I find that recital surprisingly romantic!" Severus smiled down at her, lowering his head to hers carefully.
"Really..." It was the last thing that she could say before his lips came to meet hers. Oh, the joy they felt! The kiss was perfect. They could almost here the classical music and fireworks in the background. Their tongues met- and suddenly her mouth pulled away. "I can't do this." She was almost in tears. "I can't control myself...can't finish what I started...virgin until marriage."
"I understand." The look in his eyes made it clear to her that it did. "I should go. I am a teacher, and classes begin tomorrow. I'm sorry. You gave me a lovely evening." They walked hand in hand to the door of the club. He touched her cheek. "I hope I'll see you again."
"You will. Remember Hermia!" And with that, she was gone. Severus sighed- it had been so wonderful. He stepped quickly into the shadow of a nearby building and Apparated to Hogsmeade (A/N: I know you can't Apparate in Hogwarts grounds. I always say Hogsmeade. He walks from there.) and walked quickly back to Hogwarts. He fell asleep thinking about Hermia.
The next morning he woke very late, much to his sadness. He took a shower quickly and brushed his new hair, thinking about the reaction the newly-arrived students would have when they noticed he wasn't there. Severus could hear their comments now. "Where's Snape?...heard he was fired...maybe he died!...serves him right, the greasy git." Well, he'd give them all a nice shock today. He was definitely no longer greasy, and he had decided to stop being a git. It took too much effort after the fall of Voldemort. He looked at his schedule. What was his first class? Oh, seventh year advanced potions. Wonderful. Another chance to spend time with his young friend Harry Potter, and his friend the insufferable know-it-all Granger. OK, so Hermione wasn't so bad anymore, but still...
At that moment Harry and Hermione were reading over their schedules. Since Ron had died, their friendship had become closer, and Harry had begun to wonder if he had deeper feelings for her than a friend. But right now they were just close friends. "Ugh! Potions first! What a nice way to start the term!" Hermione didn't like her schedule.
"Don't worry, we'll make it out alive," Harry assured her. At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
"May I see the Head Boy and Girl in my office after breakfast please? Thank you." McGonagall looked over at him, batting her eyelashes, and putting on a simpering smile. He looked back, blushing, and winked.
"Eww," said Harry. "Is McGonagall making eyes at Dumbledore?"
"Yeah...I heard they were dating, or something."
"Weird!"
"I agree."
At the end of breakfast, Hermione, and the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, went up to Dumbledore's office, where they discussed some of the entertainments that were to occur during that term. They left quickly, but not fast enough that they wouldn't be late for Potions. They raced down the halls to the entrance of the dungeons. Malfoy walked in first. "Sorry, Professor," she heard him drawl. "I was at a meeting." She braced herself, and walked in after him.
"I was at the meeting..." Her breath stopped as she stared at the man in front of her. God! He had changed so much. "Gods!" Hermione blurted. "You're beautiful!"
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