Chapter 7 ~ An Erroneous Call
When the female staff finished eating, they always waited for each other and left in a group, cackling and clucking. Now Hermione was among them as well. Severus watched them bustle by, then rose when they exited and followed.
Normally, this group of witches would be rather prohibitive for what the wizard had in mind, but once they made it to the main hall they went their separate ways. Only Hermione had to enter the dungeon corridor. Pomona headed for the grounds and the rest of the staff scattered to their classrooms throughout the castle.
Hermione walked down the hall, Severus following her. Hermione was aware the wizard was behind her, but didn't want to engage him, so quickened her step. Severus quickened his as well, his dark eyes resting on the witch. She had quite a delicious little walk since her robes fit her properly. He closed in on Hermione, directly behind her now but not passing her.
The witch had a very nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach as she felt the Potions Master walking right behind her. Why didn't he catch up or pass her? Now he felt as if he were only a foot or two behind her. Finally she could take it no longer and spun to face him.
"Why are you following me?" she demanded, scowling up at the wizard who stopped about a foot from her, smirking slightly.
"Miss Granger, have you forgotten my office and my rooms are also in the dungeon area?" he responded silkily.
"Of course not," Hermione replied, "But there's no need to walk directly behind me."
Severus looked at her.
"How am I supposed to walk then, Miss Granger? Latch on to the walls and scuttle sideways like a crab?" he asked her. "What is wrong with you, witch? Are you paranoid? Do you have some deep-seated fear of people walking behind you?"
Hermione wanted to say, no not people…just him. She just stared up at the wizard. Severus moved a bit closer to her and she stepped back. He cocked his head, his lank hair falling to the side. His eyes narrowed.
"Perhaps you are afraid I am going to grab you from behind and do something to you," he breathed at her. "Now what could I possibly do to you, Miss Granger? Something ungentlemanly?" he asked her in a low voice. "It is quite possible. I am no gentleman after all. Especially when it comes to witches."
He made a big production of glancing around the corridor before speaking to the witch again.
"The dungeon corridor has quite a few hidden rooms and niches, Miss Granger. Perhaps you are afraid I will pull you into one and have my wicked way with you. Is that it? Is that why my being behind you upsets you so…if you are upset, that is. You might be…excited," he purred.
Staring up at the wizard, Hermione felt as if she couldn't breathe. Finally she managed to regain some control.
"No…it's just unsettling when you could just pass me. You walk faster than I do, Professor," she replied, not addressing anything he suggested.
"Perhaps I liked the view," the wizard said, his eyes glinting.
He leaned forward slightly, and Hermione's heart began to pound…she didn't lean back this time…she couldn't. The wizard felt like he was a magnet, drawing her to him. The witch closed her eyes, expecting some kind of contact. Wanting it in fact.
Severus brought his face close to Hermione, his lips an inch from her own, then shifted slightly to the left, bringing his mouth close to the witch's ear.
"Good day, Miss Granger," he purred, his warm breath tickling her earlobe.
Then the wizard straightened and walked down to his office, leaving the witch standing in the corridor, her eyes still closed and body trembling. He looked back at Hermione, smirked, then let himself into his office.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open when she heard his door close.
Gods, she had wanted Severus Snape to kiss her on the mouth. She had gone out on three dates with Justice and never let the Auror kiss her on the mouth. This was not supposed to be happening. What the fuck was going on? Had the wizard cast some kind of spell on her?
Hermione bet he did. Some kind of attraction spell. He was just that lowdown, she was sure of it. She would suspect a potion, but the wizard had never been near anything she drank. She scowled and stormed up to his office door and banged on it hard.
Severus ripped it open, frowning.
"Why are you trying to beat my door down, Miss Granger?" the wizard asked her.
"You've cast a spell on me," Hermione accused the wizard, whose mouth quirked with mirth for a moment before straightening. Oh, this was too good.
"I demand you remove it immediately!" the witch seethed.
Severus arched an eyebrow at her.
"And what kind of spell am I supposed to have cast on you, may I ask?" the wizard said calmly, which pissed the witch off even more.
"I don't know. Some kind of attraction spell…or a lust spell. Something. Now, you take it off me now, Severus Snape or I will report you to the Headmaster!" she demanded, stomping her small foot in a temper.
Severus' eyes glittered.
"Miss Granger, if I have indeed cast a spell on you, I didn't do it with magic," he said quietly. "If you are attracted to me, then it is because you find me attractive, not because I have hexed you."
Hermione stared at the wizard, who looked at her soberly. She knew he wasn't lying. She turned a bright, bright red, lingered for a moment, then ran to her rooms, the wizard looking after her with a rather predatory gleam in his eyes.
So she thought he had hexed her with a lust spell eh?
The wizard chuckled and returned to his office, shaking his head. The naïve little virgin. She had just tipped her entire hand and let him know she wanted him. Not that he didn't know already, but now…she knew as well.
The wizard walked around his desk and sat down to consider what to do now.
Whatever he decided, Severus knew one thing for certain.
Hermione Granger was as good as fucked.
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"Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods!" Hermione said, pacing back and forth in her study, wringing her hands.
She had just let the snarky Professor know she was attracted to him…and strongly. What had she been thinking, accusing him of casting a lust spell on her? Oh dear Circe. What was she going to do now? What was the Professor going to do?
Most likely use his knowledge to embarrass her in some way. He was like that.
Damn, how could she be falling for a man like Professor Snape? He was cold, sarcastic and took pleasure in making others miserable. He wasn't social. In fact he was downright anti-social. And he didn't do 'romance'. The wizard wouldn't court her even though she was attracted to him.
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself as she remembered what he said when she protested him walking behind her…
"Perhaps I liked the view."
Did that mean he found her physically attractive? It had to. And if he did, and now knew she was attracted to him…that meant he might try to take advantage of the situation.
"He is an animal, an insatiable animal and his…his private parts are enormous. You know when a wizard has large private parts he wants sex all the time."
Pomona's whispered words came back to Hermione and she couldn't help feeling warm all over…oh gods this was so wrong. When she got her makeover so she could start meeting and dating wizards, it was supposed to go smoothly. She was supposed to meet a nice man, fall in love, lose her virginity and get married. Not fall for a snarky devil she'd known most of her life, become randy, lose her virginity and become the Professor's plaything.
His plaything. The gods only knew what that dark wizard's idea of play was.
Maybe…maybe she could talk to the Professor and find out if he was interested in her. If he was, maybe she could annoy him so badly that he'd regulate her to the position Sybil once held. That sounded as if it might work. As long as the wizard didn't respond to her infatuation, she would be all right. It would fade in time. Such things always did.
It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all she had. The Professor would be in her lab tomorrow morning for another experiment. She could talk to him afterwards. She hoped he wore more than boxers under his robes this time.
Or did she?
Gods.
The witch exited her rooms and went to her lab to test the Professor's blood. That ought to get her mind off the wizard, or at least focused on another aspect of him. His tie to the Mark.
Hermione was of the opinion that there remained something viable of the Dark Lord, simply because of the fluctuations in the Phantom Summons. It didn't affect everyone in the same manner. If it were just based on his signature, the summons should have been consistent throughout all deatheaters. But it wasn't. Some were affected for hours, others for minutes.
Hermione unwarded the cooler, took out a vial of blood, then retrieved a Petri dish. She removed the stasis spell, uncorked the vial and carefully poured a good amount into the dish. Then she reapplied the stasis spell and returned the vial to the cooler.
Pulling out her wand, she cast the spell that activated the Mark. The blood began to bubble, and went slightly sickle-shaped.
"Gods," she breathed, "If this is what happens to the blood when a deatheater is summoned, no wonder they are in so much pain. If I could find a way to keep this from happening, it would be a solution to the pain associated with the summons if I can't stop the summons itself.."
But in order to find a way to stop the process, Hermione would need another person to cast the spell so she could work on developing an anti-spell. Hm. It would have to be Professor Snape. But that would mean working even closer with the wizard. Still, the Professor was very intelligent…he could bring something to the table if he were involved in a deeper capacity. It might make him less snarky about his role. Currently, he was regulated to a two-legged niffler. Helping her develop the spell might make him feel better about his participation.
She would approach him about it tomorrow.
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Severus had moved from his office into his private study and was brooding about Hermione in front of the fireplace. She was different from his other conquests. The witch was brilliant for one thing, not an empty airhead primed solely for use as a comebucket. Plus the witch was pure and untouched. She had probably never seen a wizard's tool in her life.
The Potions Master shifted in the chair as his cock throbbed at the thought of that. Hermione was uncharted territory ready for exploration.
Severus took a sip of his firewhiskey, his dark eyes starting to smolder. He wondered how strong the witch was. He most likely would have to show restraint. He didn't like that aspect of this whole 'deflowering' thing. Sex was the one area in his life where he let go and allowed himself to be undisciplined.
His brow furrowed. Hermione was small, but she had ample hips and ass. She might be able to take him full force, despite his size. Then again, he might throw restraint out the turret window and fuck the witch unmercifully.
He finished his firewhiskey and realized he was jumping the broom here. He was thinking about fucking the witch when he hadn't even touched her yet. He couldn't rush this, not if he wanted the witch dying for the ultimate contact. She had wanted him to kiss her in the corridor…but his darker nature wanted to tease her. He was forbidden fruit after all…he had to dangle himself before Hermione and get her mouth as well as other parts watering.
The wizard smirked at the analogy, knowing that it wasn't quite right.
He was the kind of forbidden fruit that when plucked would turn in the hand of his starved liberator and do the consuming, rather than be consumed.
There wasn't be a part of Hermione Granger he didn't intend to swallow down.
He'd take his first bite tomorrow.
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When Hermione arrived at the Great Hall, she was immediately descended on by the witches.
"Hermione, you are going out with us to the Three Broomsticks tonight. We're going to find you a wizard!" Pomona announced to the shocked witch.
"Yes, we've decided you need to be around wizards other than Severus. He could have a debilitating effect on you. He is a Slytherin you know, and they are notorious sneaky devils. Showing you his body that way was the act of a tempter," Minerva said, frowning slightly. "You need other options. We're going to help you get them."
"Or get laid," Hooch said, smirking. "You're twenty-five, Hermione. It's time to have some wand laid to your little love tunnel…though personally I don't think Severus is a bad choice to break it in with."
All the other witches hissed at Rolanda for even making such a vulgar suggestion. Hermione turned a deep shade of red.
"So wear something sexy," the Flying teacher said. "There's a band there tonight and you can do some dancing. That's a good way to break the ice and get into some wizard's arms for a test drive."
"Yes, and meet someone relatively decent," Minerva said, looking down the table at Severus with narrowed eyes, who was cutting into a breast of chicken covered in gravy seemingly oblivious. "Someone with morals."
Hermione sat there eating her salad and listening to the witches. Maybe they were right. Maybe her growing attraction to the Potions Master was because he was the only wizard she was in contact with. If she had more of a selection then possibly she could get the Potions Master out of her head. Plus she had a pretty red dress and heels she was dying to wear. And she had never been out dancing. She knew the steps to waltzes from books and practiced alone in the mirror, but she hadn't ever actually danced with a wizard. She was a relatively good fast dancer…she used to listen to the Wizarding wireless and bounce around her rooms. But at every function at Hogwarts, she sat on the sidelines drinking punch and watching others enjoy themselves. Harry and Ron offered to dance with her but she turned them down. She didn't want a pity dance with her best friends who had their own dates. But tonight, tonight would be her chance to shine.
"All right. I'm game," she said, thinking she would even wear a little makeup. Adam had shown her how to apply it to her eyes and lips.
The witches all clapped their hands and immediately put their heads together. When they all finished eating, they left the Great Hall in their usual flockish manner, and Severus once again followed, but at more of a distance this time.
Hermione turned down the dungeon corridor quite excited. She looked back and didn't see anyone and did a wild little dance step, twisting her hips and swinging her hair quite sexily. Of course Severus turned the corner and saw her, stopping for a moment, his eyes wide as they focused on her swinging ass.
"What the hell?" he thought, following the witch down the hallway quietly.
Finally the Potions Master pulled out his wand and disillusioned himself, pressing against the wall just as Hermione looked back a bit self-consciously, then continued to dance down the hall, everything jiggling as she skipped along.
Severus was enjoying the witch's gyrations. And it showed him Hermione was nice and flexible. That was definitely good to know. He wouldn't have to worry about her catching some kind of cramp or hamstring when he twisted her limber little body into a pretzel.
Finally she arrived at her door.
"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun," she breathed, bouncing her head side to side as she let herself in.
Severus removed the spell and stopped in front of her door for a moment. Hm. It sounded as if the witch were going out. Probably to the Three Broomsticks for a Girl's Night Out with the biddies.
His brow furrowed.
It had been some time since he'd been out on the town. Perhaps he should rectify that.
He let himself into his office, then his study. The wizard walked into his bedroom, then to his wardrobe and rifled through it. He selected a set of dress robes, not too fancy but nice, black with silver snakes embroidered in the fabric. He also selected a white dress shirt and black trousers. Since he was going out he would wear them beneath his robes. He also grabbed a pair of his trademark black silk boxers.
The Potions Master gathered his clothing together and hurried to the bathroom to shower. He wanted to get to the Three Broomsticks before the witches did. The wizard showered, washed and on a whim conditioned his hair so it would look silky. He kept it lank as part of his evil Potions Master image. But he could put his best follicle forward tonight. No students would see him. He put on some sandalwood oil. He loved the scent of it.
The wizard dressed and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, tying it with a black leather tie. He looked at himself in the mirror and arched an eyebrow. Yes, he looked rather dark and imposing. Perfect.
Severus warded his rooms securely, walked into his bedroom and disapparated. He hoped tonight would be interesting. If not, he'd do something to make it so.
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Hermione stood in front of the mirror looking amazed at her reflection. Adam had picked out both the dress and the shoes.
"Hermione, you almost make me wish I was batting for the other side in that dress," the vampire had teased her.
The dress was form-fitting but not too tight and accentuated the witch's ample curves, held up by thin straps. The dress fell pleated and flared at the bottom, draping longer in the back and showing just the right amount of creamy thigh in front. The red heels made her legs look delicious. Hermione felt as if she were looking at a stranger. She transformed a pair of earrings into simple red disks and put them on, then swept her hair up, twisted it and clamped it in place with a fancy red hair clip.
Feeling naughty, she applied a red, red lipstick that matched the dress, and a bit of black liner and mascara that brought out her amber eyes.
It was a good thing Severus was gone when Hermione exited her room. He might not have been able to control himself. She walked up to the main hall, where the witches were waiting. A seventh year student walked straight into a suit of armor when Hermione passed him, unable to take his eyes off the witch.
"Oh my!" Minerva said, bringing her hand to her mouth as Hermione walked up. "My dear…oh…my dear…"
"Hot damn!" Hooch said smiling broadly. "I have a feeling the wizards are going to be surrounding you tonight. Might even be a fight or two."
"You're going to need a dance card," Pomona said, smiling at the witch and spinning her finger so Hermione turned around. "Just…lovely."
Professor Sinistra frowned slightly. She was dressed in a lovely green dress that matched her eyes. The witch was lovely, actually up to this point the loveliest teacher at Hogwarts, with her flowing ebony hair. But Hermione was a very close second. The witch pushed her momentary jealousy down. Aurora was married after all and not in competition with Hermione.
"You look amazing," the Astronomy teacher said sincerely. It was no exaggeration. Hermione was a knockout.
"It…it feels weird," Hermione admitted, looking down at the dress. "When I looked at myself in the mirror, it felt as if I were looking at another witch altogether."
"Cinderella Syndrome. You'll get over it after a couple of drinks," Hooch said, catching the witch by her arm and walking her towards the door. "Let's go ladies. We have a witch to live vicariously through."
Minerva, Pomona and Sinistra followed the two witches out the door, ready to party.
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Severus was sitting alone at a table against the wall and watching the inn's door intently. He was frowning slightly. When he arrived at the Three Broomsticks, a prostitute who frequented the inn and knew him from the brothel strolled up to the Potions asking him if he wanted a quick tumble. Saturday nights were good nights for the women…all they did were quickies to make as much money as possible.
"No. And do not approach me again," the pale wizard said, scowling dangerously, "or you'll find yourself scratching for the rest of the night from a well-placed Itchium Crotchus spell."
The witch scowled at him. An itching crotch would be very bad for business. She strolled away, her flat ass switching exaggeratedly. Severus shook his head. Suddenly the door opened and Minerva McGonagall walked in, dressed in a nice, matronly blue dress, followed by Pomona, dressed in a green and white vertically lined dress, in the hope it would be slimming, who was followed by Sinistra who wore a lovely green dress that matched her eyes and Madam Hooch who was in a gold colored pants suit. Then Hermione entered.
The Potions Master's jaw literally dropped and he hardened immediately as the witch walked into the inn in four inch heels and a red dress, looking absolutely edible. Every male voice in the place just died for a moment…and the heated glare of witches at their smitten mates and dates could practically be felt as Hermione walked across the room like a living wet dream.
"Dear gods," Severus breathed, his black eyes resting on her creamy thighs, legs and shoes, then drifting upward over her hips, waist and breasts, finally resting on her face. His face contorted slightly as he eyed that red lipstick. Gods, he'd love to see that shade smeared on his…
His cock throbbed in agreement.
Hermione took a seat with the rest of the witches and a waitress came over to take their orders. Severus' eyes shifted toward the bar, where several unattached wizards had turned around on their stools and were staring at Hermione. One very well-dressed wizard stopped the waitress that took their orders and said something to her. She nodded and smiled, then continued to the bar to prepare the witches' drinks.
She carried the libations over to the table, smiling at the group.
"Ladies, this round of drinks is on the gentleman at the bar lifting his glass toward you," she said.
Immediately the witches looked over to see a well-dressed, older wizard with salt and pepper hair holding up a glass and smiling at them…but his grey eyes were definitely focused on Hermione.
"He looks as if he's at least ninety," Hermione whispered as she smiled at the wizard.
"Just because there's snow on the roof doesn't mean his dick doesn't get hard," Hooch replied, lifting her glass toward the wizard and smiling. "Just be nice. Maybe he'll pick up our entire tab."
Yes, there certainly were benefits to having a sexy young witch at their table.
Severus looked at the wizard scowling.
"You wish you could, granddad," he muttered under his breath.
From the back of the inn, the band entered and began setting up. Once again Hermione found herself the center of attention as unattached wizards eyed her, some pulling out combs and running it through their hair, others testing their breath with a cupped hand. Hermione could count on being on her feet for a while.
Severus did not like this at all. Hermione was attracting too much notice and there were quite a few young attractive wizards here that might turn her head. He didn't want her dating again. But there was nothing he could do about the wizards short of putting a repelling spell on the witch.
This was a house band, "The Burning Wands." They did popular cover songs mostly, and requests. When the first chord to the slow song was struck, wizards converged on Hermione from all sides.
"May I have this dance, Miss?" a sea of voices echoed around her.
Hermione looked at all the wizards.
"Surely you see I have friends," she said to the wizards. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind a dance."
A couple of them were quick on the uptake and figured if they danced with the other witches, they might have a chance to dance with Hermione later on.
All three of her companions were drawn from the table, tittering all the way to the dance floor.
"A dance, lovely lady?" a blonde, blue-eyed wizard with a nice smile asked her, extending his hand. Hermione looked up at him, and slowly took it, rising. He gallantly took her arm and led her to the dance floor, where he released it and put one hand to the small of her back, and took her other hand in his own, keeping a respectful distance between them. They began to dance.
"My name is Anthony," the wizard said to Hermione, his blue eyes fixed on her face. "Anthony Jameson. I am a Spells Processing clerk at the Ministry. What's your name?"
"Hermione Granger," she replied as they moved across the floor.
Anthony's brow furrowed.
"It seems I know that name," he said, searching her face.
"Probably because I've registered a number of spells over the past couple of years," she said with a small grin.
The wizard's face lit up.
"Yes! You're the witch that developed the One-way Shield that allows Aurors to fire through them instead of around them. Quite an amazing spell. You've saved a lot of lives," the wizard said, "I had no idea that the witch who created that spell would be so beautiful."
Hermione blushed deeply.
"Thank you," she said rather shyly.
Anthony suddenly sent them both into a whirl, stopping smartly and dipping the witch.
"No, thank you Miss Granger, for accepting a dance with me. I am very honored," he said, bringing her back up breathless.
"You're welcome," Hermione said, her heart pounding from the dip. She smiled at the wizard.
Another song came on, and Anthony possessively moved Hermione to the middle of the floor, trying to avoid other wizards who wanted their turn. He wanted one more dance with the witch.
The lead singer began to croon the lyrics, a slow sensual beat pulsing beneath his clear tenor voice:
You've got to watch out for his truth and for his lies
He speaks like an angel, but has the devil in his eyes
He'll take the high road when he wants to bring you low
and entice you to the fire when you're too afraid to go
He's a Danger and no stranger to the Dark.
Hermione and Anthony were shifting in a slow circle when a shadow fell over them. Anthony was a rather short wizard, maybe three inches taller than Hermione. They both looked up.
"May I cut in?" a silky voice asked.
However, the inflection in the smooth, rich voice made it clear it was not a request. Severus' black eyes glittered warningly at the blonde wizard as he looked at him solemnly.
Anthony gave Hermione an apologetic look as he handed her off to the rather frightening wizard.
"Perhaps we will have another dance later," Anthony said to her as Severus pulled the witch possessively against his hard body. No proper spaces here. He wanted to feel every curve under that red dress.
Anthony frowned slightly at the wizard's familiarity, but Severus was big. Too big. The wizard slowly walked away, looking back over his shoulder. Severus looked down at Hermione, who seemed to be in shock.
"The way you are dressed is indecent," he said to the witch, his black eyes hot. "Every wizard in this inn wants to fuck you, witch. I understand you wish to advertise you are 'available' but in that dress and those shoes you are as subtle as a billboard."
That snapped the witch out of it.
"I can dress as I please," Hermione hissed at him. "I look fine in this dress."
"That you do. However, I imagine you'd look finer out of it," the wizard purred.
Hermione turned red and made as if to pull away from the wizard. Severus tightened his hold on her.
"Unless you want to feel another part of my anatomy, Miss Granger, I suggest you stop struggling. I find struggling witches quite arousing," the wizard said.
Hermione felt a small pulse against her belly as Severus smirked down at her. She realized it was his cock.
"Oh my gods," she breathed, "Let me go, Professor…that's disgusting."
"It's not disgusting, Miss Granger…it's nature. You are quite delicious. I assume you dressed this way on purpose, to attract the attention of wizards. Well, I am proof positive that your choice of wardrobe is quite effective. I am extremely attracted. Now, stop struggling or you will have a full-blown erection on your hands," the wizard said in a low voice, adding, "So to speak," with a smirk.
Hermione ceased struggling and allowed Severus to lead her around the floor. He was quite fluid and a very good dancer. The witch was surprised. But damn, his body was so lean and hard. He smelled wonderful too. Sandalwood.
A hand tapped Severus on the shoulder.
"May I cut in," a wizard asked him.
"Only if you have a sword and are ready to use it," the Potions Master growled, not looking back. He wasn't bothered again.
"That's terribly rude, Professor," Hermione said.
"So it is," he replied, dipping her and following her down, his mouth inches from hers, and his black eyes intense as he studied her face.
"You know I mean to have you, witch," he breathed down at her.
Hermione swallowed, heat boiling through her belly and pooling between her thighs. She tried her best not to show a reaction to this.
"Have me?" she said, her voice cracking a bit.
"Yes have you. Fuck you," the wizard replied, drawing her back up slowly, keeping their bodies tightly pressed together. "I'm going to be the one to pluck that pretty little cherry hidden underneath this dress," he informed the witch.
Good gods.
Hermione made a small noise as the floodgates opened inside her and her knickers were almost instantly soaked. Severus' nostrils flared immediately.
"Mmmmm," he growled, licking his lips at her suggestively. "I see or should I say smell a very important part of your body is not against me harvesting you," he said in a low voice. "That's very good news for me."
Hermione flushed at his comment, mortified.
"Let me go…I have to…have to take care of myself," Hermione hissed at him, struggling again.
This time the Potions Master released her and watched the witch head for the bathroom, most likely to scourgify her knickers. He turned to go back to his table and noticed several wizards glaring at him. He smirked at them and walked back to his table.
The night was far from over.
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About four hours later, Marcus Delaluci strode into the Three Broomsticks, dressed in a white wife beater and jeans, his standard hunting gear. The wife beater showed off his muscular build and more than one feminine eye rested on the blonde wizard as he made his way through the inn, his violet eyes taking in the scene.
It was pretty crowded tonight, all the tables filled. The DA teacher scanned the inn until he fell on a table that had only one occupant. He smirked. It was hardly surprising since the occupant was the Potions Master, who was wearing a scowl. Not very inviting.
Hell, Marcus didn't care. Actually the dark wizard had the perfect table to view the entire inn. He walked over and pulled out a chair, sitting down.
"Hey Snape. Didn't think you prowled anyplace other than the dungeons. Checking out the goodies?" he asked the wizard, grinning.
Severus looked at Marcus with distaste. Damn, he would sit here.
"Mr. Delaluci, even I like to leave the confines of Hogwarts from time to time. As far as checking out the goodies…no. I am simply having myself a few drinks," Severus replied.
"Damn Snape. Don't you ever let loose?" Marcus asked the wizard. The Potions Master was awfully stiff. It didn't register to the DA teacher that it was because of his presence.
"I prefer to let loose in private, Mr. Delaluci, as well as enjoy my drinks in silence," the wizard said pointedly.
Marcus understood. The snarky bastard didn't want to talk. Fine. He was only trying to be companionable. He waved a waitress over and ordered a double shot of firewhiskey.
The wizard's violet eyes washed over the selection of available witches. He grinned as he looked on the dance floor and saw Professor McGonagall red-faced and trying to keep a much younger wizard from sliding his hands down to her ass as they danced. He thought if that wizard wanted to shag the old bird, he'd probably have to blow the cobwebs off her gray-haired snatch and use a lubing spell before he could do anything.
Pomona Sprout was dancing with a tall, thin older wizard with a handlebar mustache and a gleam in his eyes as they raked over her ample form. It seemed the wizard had a thing for big, buxom women.
Aurora and Rolanda were seated at their tables drinking Nasty Sexes. Rolanda was grinning ear to ear as she watched Hermione run away from Professor Snape, who had been bending over her in a very sexual manner moments before. The witch would have given her right tit to know what the wizard had said to Hermione before she fled. She bet it was something juicy. Well, she was going to find out.
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In the bathroom, Hermione used the loo and scourgified her soaked knickers with a sigh. What the hell was the Professor doing here? She thought he never left the dungeons. She wiped herself, flushed the toilet and pulled up her knickers, exiting the stall and walking over to the basin to wash her hand. Two witches walked in and gave her the jealous, evil eye. Hermione didn't register it, greeted the witches politely and exited the bathroom.
"What a bitch," the blonde witch said to her companion, who nodded.
Hermione walked back into the inn, and was immediately descended upon by wizards wanting a dance. She politely declined, saying she was thirsty and about to sit down and have a drink. She had barely got into her chair when the waitress brought over about six Nasty Sexes.
"Dear gods," Hermione breathed, looking at all the drinks.
"Don't worry hon, you have help," Rolanda said, taking one of the drinks. Sinistra grabbed one as well.
"Thanks," Hermione said, smiling at the witches.
At Severus' table, Marcus was picking his tongue up off the floor.
"Gods, I want to fuck that witch," he breathed, looking at Hermione, his violet eyes telescoped to full black.
Severus' black eyes shifted toward the wizard, glittering.
"Who knew she had that kind of body hidden under those oversized robes? Circe…I would have found myself a bag for her face if I knew that," Marcus said, drinking in Hermione's petite but well stacked figure. He looked at Severus.
"What do you think about her, now that's she's got her face fixed?" the wizard inquired.
"I think she is a very intelligent, dedicated witch," the Professor replied. "Quite gifted."
Marcus furrowed his brow.
"I'm not talking about fucking her brains, Snape. Damn man. Don't you have a cock?" the wizard said to the Potions Master.
Severus looked at him.
"I do, Mr. Delaluci. However, unlike you I have no desire to stick it into everything with breasts," he replied evenly.
"I don't do every witch, Snape," the wizard said as the waitress returned with his drink. The brunette looked at Marcus appreciatively, and he winked at her. She grinned at him then left the table.
"But I do as many as I can. I love pussy. And I know the Spells Mistress is uninitiated. She has to be. She was as attractive as a troll's ass before that makeover."
Severus sipped his drink, seething inside. So Marcus was interested in taking the witch's virginity as well.
Marcus watched as Hermione declined another dance, the wizard slumping slightly as he walked away.
"You know, I offered to take her out in celebration of her new look and she turned me down, the little tease. She never had a chance to go out with a good-looking block like me and she just turned up her nose," he said darkly. "I think I'm going to have to give her a little help."
Severus looked at the wizard directly now, his brows drawn down.
"Help? What kind of help?" the wizard asked Marcus, his belly feeling tight.
Marcus' eyes shifted around the inn before he reached into his pocket and drew something out of it. Holding his hand low, he opened it where Severus could see. In his hand were several oval red tablets, a golden aura shimmering around them.
"These are the equivalent of muggle "roofies." Give a witch one of these babies and her pussy starts clapping together. She'll drop all her inhibitions, ethics, everything. Gets really turned on. But it isn't something where any wizard can get at her. It has to be invoked," Marcus confided.
Severus stared at the pills for a moment, then at Marcus. The pig. Marcus continued.
"All you have to say to trigger it is: "Would you like to take a walk in the moonlight?" She'll stop whatever she's doing and follow you. She'll do anything you want and not remember a thing the next day. They come in handy when a witch is…reluctant."
Severus' belly tightened. Marcus was planning on slipping one of these to Hermione? His hands clenched into fists reflexively.
"I thought your powers of persuasion with witches were greatly exaggerated, Mr. Delaluci. I see now that my perceptions are true," Severus said in a controlled voice. "You know using such magic on a witch is illegal."
Marcus shrugged, his eyes on Hermione.
"Haven't been arrested yet, Snape," he replied, rising. "Besides, breaking that witch in might be worth a stint in Azkaban. Save my seat."
Severus watched as the wizard strode over to the bar and called Rosmerta over. She looked a bit surprised and smiled at him before mixing up a drink. It was a royal blue color with a pink glowing mist speckled with gold floating over it…just the kind of drink witches went for.
The Potions Master growled as he watched Marcus take the drink, his fingers arching over the rim. He dropped a pill into it. No one saw him…except Severus. He then walked over to Hermione's table.
"Good evening, ladies," he said to the three witches.
"Hello Marcus," Rolanda said, her face slightly flushed as she looked up at the smiling wizard. Sinistra nodded. Hermione gave him a nod as well, her eyes resting on the drink he had in his hand. She had never seen it before.
"What is that you have, Marcus?" the witch asked him.
"Ah, a special drink for the prettiest witch in the inn. I had to outdo these other blokes," Marcus said, looking at all the Nasty Sexes surrounding the witch.
Hermione blushed as he set the glass in front of her.
"This is called a 'Blue Dream.' Smooth, sweet and gives you a little tickle going down, and a nice little buzz. Try it," he said encouragingly.
Hermione looked at the pretty drink and licked her lips.
"Go on, Hermione," Hooch urged, "It looks delicious."
Severus watched as Hermione picked up the drink and sipped it. A look of delight spread across her face and she took a large drink. Dear gods.
He had to do something about this.
"Thank you, Marcus," Hermione said, smiling at the wizard.
"You're welcome. I hope we can work in a dance," he said, looking around at all the wizards eyeing Hermione.
"I'll save you one, Marcus," Hermione said amicably. He had brought her such a nice drink after all. One dance couldn't hurt.
"All right then. I'll see you on the dance floor in a little while," he said striding off.
"Wow, he didn't make one move on you, Hermione," Hooch said, looking after the hunk of a wizard.
"Maybe he figured out that I don't respond well to being pressed," Hermione replied, drinking a bit more 'Blue Dream.' "This drink is so delicious."
Marcus returned to Severus' table. The Potions Master was almost trembling with rage as the wizard sat down smugly.
"That was just too easy," Marcus said, "Now, in a little while we're going to see how our little Spells Mistress is when the gloves come off. I think we are going to get quite a show. Then after she's good and heated up, I'll move in and we'll leave together. No need to tell you what happens then, eh Snape?" the wizard said, grinning at the wizard.
"No, Mr. Delaluci. It's obvious what your intentions are…to take advantage of a witch under the influence of magic," the wizard said coldly.
"My intentions are to pop that cherry any way I can," Marcus replied, biting his lower lip as Hermione chatted with the other witches. Minerva had returned to the table, looking a bit flushed.
Severus looked at Marcus with open hatred for a moment, but the wizard didn't see it since he was looking at Hermione. Severus looked at the witch too, who was developing a very comely little flush as the drink took affect. She absently fanned herself with her hand, and laughed at something Minerva said.
He couldn't let Marcus get to Hermione. He had to do something.
That cherry was meant for him.
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"And I told the wizard if he were interested in gray bushes, he should dance with Pomona. As a Herbology teacher, she knows all about every kind of bush. Really, he had quite a problem with his hands. I haven't been mauled like that since forty-five," Minerva said, coloring slightly.
Hermione, Aurora and Rolanda were almost falling off their chairs with hysterical laughter, sounding very much like witches as they cackled. Minerva didn't have a clue.
"Gray bushes! Pomona!" Rolanda hooted, stretching out in the chair, gasping with laughter, "I'm going to pee on myself!"
She got up and practically ran to the bathroom.
Minerva looked after her, then at Hermione and Aurora who were wiping their eyes. Good thing Hermione's mascara was magic and waterproof. She would have had streaks running down her face. She had laughed herself to tears.
"What's wrong with Rolanda and what are you two laughing so hard about?" she demanded, not seeing anything funny.
Both witches looked at Minerva and burst into laughter again.
"Minerva, you poor dear. You are really out of touch," Aurora said.
Minerva scowled.
"What do you mean?" she asked the Astronomy teacher.
Aurora leaned over and whispered into Minerva's ear, Hermione holding her breath as she waited for the Transfiguration teacher's reaction.
First her eyes narrowed, then they widened with shock and she clapped her hand over her mouth as Aurora moved away, grinning.
"Oh my bed knobs and broomsticks! I had no idea he was talking about…about that!" she exclaimed, turning red as a fire-breathing salamander.
"Obviously he has a thing for 'mature' witches," Aurora said, smiling at Minerva, who probably hadn't been propositioned by anyone other than Albus for decades.
"Well, if I see the little blackguard again tonight, his thing will be in danger of being hexed off. The nerve!" Minerva seethed, looking around the inn murderously.
Hermione slid a Nasty Sex over to her.
"Have a drink, Minerva. Obviously he found you attractive," she said soothingly.
"Be that as it may, he could have said it in a more acceptable manner than asking me if I had a gray bush, then stating he liked diving into them," Minerva sniffed.
Aurora and Hermione collapsed in laughter again as Minerva looked at them, her lips thin with disapproval. Still, she patted her hair a bit.
Rolanda returned to the table and sat down. She looked at Minerva's tight-lipped expression.
"I guess she knows," she said, looking at Hermione and Aurora, who nodded, gasping. Rolanda looked at Minerva curiously.
"So, do you have a gray bush?" she asked the witch…who slapped her on the shoulder.
"Rolanda!" she exclaimed, scandalized as the witch chuckled.
"Inquiring wizards want to know," the Flying Teacher quipped, grabbing one of the Nasty Sexes and taking a big gulp.
Suddenly a fast song came on. Hermione's eyes lit up.
"Suddenly, I feel like dancing," she said, rising from the table.
Wizards immediately surrounded her, but she danced through them toward the floor, her hips swaying invitingly as she moved. They followed her like she was the Pied Piper.
Pomona had returned to the table after several dances with the tall, thin wizard. She waved a slip of parchment at the witches.
"Got an address," she said, blushing. "I'm going to contact Harold later in the week for a date."
She scowled as the witches didn't respond. They were watching Hermione dancing. Gods, how she was dancing.
"What's gotten into Hermione?" Minerva said, staring as the witch wound her body in a manner any stripper would have been proud of, her arms snaking toward the ceiling.
"Maybe too many Nasty Sexes," Rolanda replied, "She certainly knows how to turn it on. Look at all the wizards covering the front of their robes with their hands."
Indeed, Hermione was surrounded by a circle of wizards, hooting and howling, all immensely turned on.
"Do it baby!"
"Work it, witch!"
From the table both Marcus and Severus watched Hermione dance erotically. A wizard moved in and danced with her for just a moment, wrapping his hands around her waist and matching her seductive motions. She pushed him away and pulled her clip out of her hair, her curls falling over her shoulders. Groans went up from the watching wizards, and the muttering of witches could be heard throughout the inn.
Severus watched Hermione work her body, enthralled. Damn, she could move. He imagined her moving for him in such a way in a more intimate setting.
"Damn, she's ready," Marcus breathed, "I would have never believed she could move like that. Look at that ass go."
Hermione slung her hair around her head, then snapped it back, her amber eyes hot as if ready for love. The witch certainly had lost all her inhibitions, but didn't allow any wizards to touch or grope her…so there was some control remaining. But she was certainly making an exhibition of herself. Severus pulled his eyes away from her and rested them on Marcus, who was on the edge of his seat. The wizard turned and looked at him.
"I can't take this anymore," Marcus said, shifting in the chair and readjusting his organ. He was hard as a rock. "I'm going to shove my cock so deep in that piece of fluff it's going to come out of the top of her head. See you later, Snape. If you want, I'll send you a pensieve."
The wizard stood up and began to make his way through the crowd toward Hermione.
The Potions Master watched him for a moment, then stood up and also slipped into the crowd.
Time to run interference.
Marcus wasn't going to fuck Hermione on his watch.
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A/N: Trust Marcus to muck up a good night. Go Severus! Lol about Minerva and the "Gray Bush" lololol. Thanks for reading.