Chapter 15 ~ Epilogue
Hermione soon learned that Severus as a lover was full of surprises…usually very naughty ones. He didn't start that way however. He worked up to it. Initially, he went the romantic stalker route, very clandestine, very sneaky and very affecting. The day after they 'came to their agreement,' Hermione was walking to her lab carrying an armload of books, when she was yanked into a niche by Severus and very thoroughly snogged. He released her afterwards, his eyes dark and hot with lust…but he made no moves as Hermione tried to make herself presentable and walk out of the niche seemingly unaffected. But, gods…she was affected.
This went on for about a week at different times of the day, the wizard popping up everywhere, sometimes disillusioned, grabbing the witch and kissing her hungrily. Soon the kissing was combined with caresses that made her knickers wet, not to mention the wizard making arousing suggestions for her to meet him at designated areas of the castle, which she declined to do. They only had sex that one time, Hermione being a bit difficult, frustrating Severus greatly.
But he had to act the gentleman, even if every part of his body was telling him to ravish the witch. Finally the dam broke when Severus finally coaxed her up to the Astronomy tower during lunch. The absence of both Severus and Hermione was noticed, but this wasn't at all odd since both often skipped lunch when working on spells or brews.
Hermione walked up to the tower and saw Severus standing in his robes, staring out over the horizon.
"Severus, I'm here," she whispered.
"I know," the wizard replied, "I felt you coming long before you arrived, witch."
Hermione walked up beside him, staring out over the grounds.
"You felt me?" she asked him.
The Potions Master turned to her.
"Yes, I felt you. I always feel you…especially at night when I am alone in my bed. I feel your body calling me," he breathed. "You must give me more access to you, Hermione. I need contact with you, I need to feel you, to bury myself inside you. How will you find me acceptable as a lover if you don't accept my advances?"
Severus slipped his arms around Hermione's waist and held her loosely, staring down at her.
"Severus, if I accepted all of your advances, you'd always be on top of me," she responded softly, blushing.
Severus turned the witch around in his arms and pressed against her buttocks. He had an enormous erection and Hermione felt herself flaring up.
"Not necessarily," he purred in her ear. He felt Hermione's shudder of desire and ran his lips over her neck, slipping his hands over her breasts, the witch's nipples hardening beneath her robes. "I would be behind you as well, like now witch. Let me fuck you."
Hermione's head leaned back against his shoulder and the Potions Master began to caress and grind against her fiercely. He was starved for the witch.
"Here? No, Severus…I couldn't…we couldn't," Hermione gasped.
"Don't my hands feel good?" he asked her, hiking up her robes. As he hoped, she had on a dress underneath…he pulled that up too.
"What are you doing?" Hermione gasped.
"Giving you a small refresher," the wizard said, slipping his fingers through the crotch of her knickers and between her labia, flicking her clit. Hermione's knees actually buckled.
"Oh shit," she gasped as Severus manipulated her pussy until she was almost at climax…then drew his hand away, sucking her flavor from each of his fingers as the witch protested.
"If you want to come, witch…there's only one way I will do it for you," the wizard said, turning Hermione to face him and kissing deeply, sharing her taste and moving against her already burning body sensuously.
"You're a bastard," she gasped against his mouth. His cock felt so hard and big under his robes.
"Yes I am. Let me fuck you. I'll be quick but satisfying," he breathed, moving to her throat and nipping it as he humped against her rhythmically, emulating sex. Gods, he was so tempting. "And if you want more I will come to you tonight. Please, Hermione."
Hermione had never heard the Potions Master say please to anyone unless it was sarcastically. He wasn't being sarcastic now.
"All right, Severus," she said, too hot to deny him.
The wizard let her go, his hands flying down the front of his robes. He pulled them open and Hermione gasped as his cock sprang out.
"You're naked!" she gasped, her eyes wide.
Well, almost completely naked. He did have on his boots and socks.
Severus smirked.
"One should always be prepared," he said, backing her up and lifting her into the open window.
"Severus! I could fall!" Hermione gasped, looking over her shoulder at the long drop.
Severus didn't answer her at first. He was busily clearing her robes and dress out the way. The wizard pulled the crotch of her knickers aside and stepped closer. Hermione cried out as he wrapped one arm around her back and entered her fast and hard.
"I suggest you hold on to me," the wizard groaned, starting to fuck her vigorously, his pale face contorting with pleasure.
The witch slung her arms around him.
The couple was so involved with each other that neither thought to cast a silencing charm, and when Aurora walked up the stairs to the tower to make some calculations for tonight's midnight Astronomy class, she heard them. Thinking it might be students, she hurried up the stairs to catch them and saw a tall black robed, lanky black-haired wizard going to town, two small arms wrapped around his neck, the witch shrieking a name jerkily.
"Severus! Oh gods…Severus!"
Aurora colored as she recognized the voice of the Spells Mistress. She was getting the ride of her life…gods, she hoped they didn't topple out the window. The Astronomy Professor backed down the stairs, pulled out her wand and discretely cast a silencing spell. Then she turned and hurried back to her office, a wicked smile on her face.
So, Hermione had been holding out on them, eh? Well, wait until the girls heard about this.
A few minutes later, both Severus and Hermione howled their release, the wizard kissing her deeply as they pulsed and throbbed in unison. He had enough presence of mind to pull her out of the sill, and Hermione wrapped her legs around him. Severus held her aloft until the last delicious pulse died out.
"So beautiful," he purred, looking into the witch's flushed face, his arms still wrapped around her quaking body. It had been quite delicious taking her in the tower…they would have to do this again in other areas of the castle.
"Did you enjoy that?" the Potions Master asked the witch, knowing she did.
Hermione blushed at her own wantonness and didn't answer.
"Don't tell me you're ashamed witch. You've nothing to be ashamed of," Severus chided her, kissing her tenderly, the way she liked, then lowering her and taking out his wand, scourgifying them both. He fixed her robes, then buttoned his own.
"Don't tell me you've been walking about like that all day, Severus," Hermione asked him, regaining some composure simply because she was shocked at the normally disciplined wizard. Try as she might, she would have never pictured snarky Severus Snape stalking around Hogwarts in his altogether.
"Then I won't," he replied, fixing his collar and looking down on the witch, smirking. "But you have no idea how many times I've been naked under my robes waiting for the possibility you'd agree to a quickie in the corridors."
Hermione's mouth dropped open and worked soundlessly for a moment until she found her voice.
"I…I…just can't believe you…even in class?" she asked him, astounded.
"Yes, hoping for a between-class tryst. Once in a while I catch a draft, but that is the price of being prepared," he responded.
"You are terrible," Hermione breathed up at him as he looped his arms in hers and guided them to the stairwell.
"Yes I am," he agreed, "But not where it counts."
That evening at supper, Hermione and Severus arrived together, Hermione taking her usual chair down by the witches, who hadn't arrived yet…which was rather strange, and Severus taking his normal seat. Both had just ordered their suppers when the door opened and Minerva, Pomona, Aurora and Rolanda entered.
"Good evening, Severus," they all said to him, one after the other as they passed him slowly, looking him over as if it were their first time ever seeing him.
Severus nodded to each in turn, wondering what the hell was going on. He watched as they all sat around Hermione, each leaning toward her, their eyes narrowed.
Uh oh. He had a feeling the dragon was out of the cave.
Rolanda looked absolutely delighted as she stared at the witch. Hermione, who had been drinking her pumpkin juice, slowed swallowing as all the witches looked at her, then self-consciously put her glass down.
"Um, hello?" she said, looking at each of their expectant faces.
"How was lunch?" Rolanda asked her with a broad smile.
Hermione colored as she realized the witches knew she had fucked Severus during lunch break.
"Lunch was fine," she replied, coloring guiltily.
"I bet," Rolanda said, "There's nothing like a liquid lunch."
"So, did you have lunch in your lab?" Minerva asked her, the Transfiguration teacher's lips drawn tight.
Yes, she had said that the Potions Master deserved some happiness…but knowing it actually had happened, that Hermione let that…that Slytherin defile her body…in the Astronomy Tower of all places! Well…it was a bit much. Just as Minerva had feared, Severus Snape was turning her into a trollop. He was a bad influence to say the least.
"No, I didn't," Hermione replied, starting to get a bit angry. "If there's something you all want to ask me, I'd prefer you went ahead and did it, rather than trying to trick it out of me."
The witches all looked at each other, then at Rolanda, who shook her head.
"I don't have to ask. I already know," she said, smiling at Hermione. "Look how relaxed she is. She was wound up tight enough to blast through the illusioned ceiling a week and a half ago. No need to tell me she's been riding the 'short broom.'"
Hermione sighed.
"All right," she said to the witches in a low voice. "Severus and I are seeing each other on a trial basis ONLY. To see if we are compatible."
"From what Aurora tells us, you are," Pomona said, grinning wickedly as Minerva scowled.
"Aurora?" Hermione said, turning to look at the Astronomy teacher who blushed slightly.
"Er…I walked in on the two of you this afternoon. I heard the…shri…noises, and thought you were students. You didn't cast a silencing spell. I did it for you when I left," she said.
Oh gods. Aurora had seen them fucking. Hermione let her forehead drop into her hands.
"I didn't see…er…actual details…though you were quite engaged," the witch added helpfully.
Merlin, now all Hogwarts would know within the week. Trying to extract promises from the witches not to tell was a waste of time. Looking down the table, she could tell word was already out among the staff anyway. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling so brightly, they could give off their own light. And Flitwick was giving her small glances and trying to pretend he wasn't.
Marcus didn't seem interested. He was opening a pile of envelopes. He had been receiving them every day, breakfast, lunch and dinner. At first he didn't seem to want to read them, but a few had articles of jewelry in them, expensive jewelry, necklaces, cufflinks, rings, things of that sort. It seemed he had some admirers. His appearance had improved too. He had looked very sick for a while there, but it seemed he was better now.
Marcus had indeed become a star, and the letters he was receiving were from fans. Obviously he had been recognized. To date, no one had come to visit him personally, but the letters were from very generous fans who wanted to meet him. He kept every trinket, then pawned them for cash. They still sent more.
"Hermione, whatever happened to Miles?" Minerva asked, looking down the table at Severus, frowning.
"It didn't work out, Minerva," she said shortly.
Minerva sniffed.
"I bet he had something to do with that," the Transfiguration teacher said, eyeing Severus suspiciously.
"Trust me, Severus was nowhere around when we…er…interacted," Hermione said.
Minerva harrumphed.
"Taking you to the Astronomy Tower. Absolutely scandalous," she sniffed, "Decent witches don't indulge in such loose activities."
Rolanda frowned at Minerva.
"I seem to remember a story about a certain Scottish Gryffindor who shagged her Transfiguration teacher the classroom in his swivel chair, and broke it, WHILE she was a student," Rolanda said impishly.
Minerva turned all kinds of colors. Albus heard Rolanda, since he had his amplification spell in place and grinned broadly at the witch's embarrassment. Ah, he remembered it well. He didn't know what hit him when the little tabby cat he found in his empty classroom one evening turned into Minerva in his arms. He hadn't known she could transform then. Well, he soon found out she could do more than transform. Afterwards he told the witch he believed a tiger would have been a more suitable animagus form for her. They had been together ever since. And had done the tower in their day as well. He loved Minerva but dear gods she could be hypocritical at times.
Hermione arched her eyebrows at Minerva and grinned at her.
"Broke a swivel chair?" she repeated.
"I don't want to talk about it," Minerva said, turning away and ordering her meal.
She didn't say another word about Hermione and Severus. That one little reminder brought a flood of memories back. And she had been several years younger when she made her rounds of the castle with Albus.
The witches questioned Hermione quite a bit, anxious for details, but the witch wasn't comfortable talking about Severus' sexual prowess, unlike Sybil, so they gave up on her for now, planning on getting it out of her on their next Girls' Night Out.
As the witches chowed down, Hermione cast a look down the table at the Potions Master, who winked at her, a slight smile on his face.
Damn him.
The third week of their trial found Severus accosting and sexually steamrolling Hermione every chance he got…in the corridors, on the grounds, occasionally in her lab…though it was much harder to seduce her when she was working, and even in the infirmary when Poppy went to speak to Albus while Severus was restocking her stores and Hermione was looking up a healing spell in the medi-witch's office, one she hoped to alter. She didn't know Severus was there, but soon found out when she was swept up into a pair of strong arms and carried kicking and struggling behind a privacy curtain at the back of the room. Gods, those cots were small.
But, she found she loved it. Every attack was exciting and welcome. She realized she really was a masochist and came to accept it. Hermione realized that Severus was probably very special and doubted that another wizard could make her feel the way she could.
The fourth and final week of their trial arrived and Severus presented the witch with a small parchment. She looked at it.
"Wards?" she asked him.
"Yes. To my office so you can enter when you wish, and browse my library at will," the wizard said. His eyes glittered, "However, you may not take any books out of my study. You must stay there and read…or duplicate the books."
Hermione stared at him a moment.
"Duplicate them?" she asked, her eyes going wide. Severus never allowed duplication of his books.
"Yes. Just for your personal use. Information is valuable and on occasion I am paid quite well by those who want to use my library. If the books were made public, it would cut my income and I will be quite displeased," he said.
Suddenly Hermione leaped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply. The startled wizard staggered back, ending up against the wall of the corridor. He wrapped his arms around the happy witch. She kissed him for a long time…long enough for a couple of his Slytherins to see as they exited the common room.
Wisely, they didn't comment but walked by the couple. Severus realized they were present and quickly put Hermione down, but the damage had been done. They were busted.
By the next morning, their relationship was all over the school.
"I can't believe it. The Potions Mistress shagging that snarky bastard? Something must be wrong with her," students whispered to one another, stealing glances at both of them while they ate their breakfasts.
Well, it was bound to be common knowledge. Hermione was going to tell Severus tomorrow that she would be his exclusive lover. She had decided she wanted it to be special.
She had a late appointment at the Love Bites Beauty shop for a treatment tonight.
She couldn't wait to see Adam again and tell him everything that was going on in her life.
Plus, she was out of shampoo and conditioner.
Adam listened to Hermione's candid story about the changes that occurred in her life after her makeover. He had read about a Hogwarts teacher getting sent to Azkaban, but he didn't know that Hermione was the intended victim of a jealous witch's Cruciatus curse.
The Queen stopped applying the facial masque to clutch his heart.
"Why that bitch!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes turning red for a moment. "I'd have scratched her veins out."
"And I wasn't even interested in Severus at that time," Hermione added.
Hermione then told her about the dark Potions Master.
"Gods, he sounds delicious," Adam breathed as she told him about how Severus stripped down to his boxers in her lab, and then let her know he intended to deflower her. And the way he taunted and teased her, trapping her against walls and doors and counters, and doing other acts until she was dying to have him.
"How was the deflowerment?" Adam asked her, holding his breath.
"Amazing, he was just amazing…but, but he didn't want me…then," she said.
"What?" Adam said, his eyes going red again. Had he fucked Hermione and tossed her aside?
"No, he made it clear to me he liked being alone, but he was attracted to me. I was willing to have him for one night rather than not experience him at all, Adam. I wanted him just that much," the witch said.
Adam knew what she meant. When he was human he had often done the same thing, but not with the results she had. The wizards he had been involved with really didn't want him again.
"So what did you do?" Adam asked her.
Hermione drew a breath.
"Well, I liked sex, and decided to go and find myself a lover, someone who would be interested in staying with me and being exclusive. I met a wizard named Miles. He was so sweet, Adam…and he really turned me on. I wanted him so badly. I think we might have been good together, though I've found out things about myself that maybe now, I don't think he would have been what I really needed," she said softly.
"If you wanted him, why didn't you get him…at least once?" Adam asked her.
"Because he couldn't…he couldn't do it," Hermione said almost in a whisper. "He would go soft every time we tried to have sex."
Adam tsked as he buffed her nails.
"Sounds like something was wrong with him, dearie," Adam said.
"No. No there wasn't. After he failed with me again, he started to question his virility, so went to the brothel. He was able to have sex with two different witches the same night. It wasn't him," Hermione said, her voice quavering.
Adam's brow furrowed.
"What happened?" he asked.
"We parted ways. Then I…then I…." Hermione said faltering. Adam stopped buffing her nails, sensing something very juicy trying to be withheld.
"Then you what? Tell me Hermione!" the Queen hissed.
"I went to the brothel and hired a gigolo…just to see if he could do it," the witch said.
Adam's eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with his hand.
"You didn't!" he gasped.
Hermione nodded.
"I did. A gigolo is an expert after all. If he couldn't fuck me then it had to be me," she said. "And he couldn't. Everything was fine until he tried to penetrate me. He went soft as a flubberworm."
Adam looked at her, his brow furrowed.
"Are you sure you weren't under some kind of spell?" he asked her.
"No. I'm a Spells Mistress, Adam. I tested for all kinds of spells. I found nothing," she said.
Adam found it hard to believe the wizards failed to fuck Hermione on their own, but he didn't say anything.
"So what did you do after that?" he asked the witch.
"I went to talk to Severus to try and find out why he was able to do to me what other wizards couldn't. But according to him he didn't have to do anything special. He found me desirable and that was all he needed. Then I found out he wanted me for his own, and we tried being lovers for a month on a trial basis. Tomorrow I'm going to tell him I've accepted him," she said happily.
Adam still looked thoughtful.
"When he told you he wanted you for his own, did you have sex?" Adam asked the witch.
"Yes, although he pretended he couldn't at first," Hermione said, her eyes misting over.
"He's a Potions Master," Adam thought to himself.
He looked at Hermione.
"Couldn't your Severus have slipped you a potion to make men unable to touch you?" the vampire asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"Severus had no interest in me at the time, Adam. Plus I checked. I hadn't ingested any strange potions," she said firmly.
Adam thought some more.
"How long ago did you two become an item?" he asked.
"Exactly one month tomorrow," Hermione replied.
Adam frowned slightly. Severus had come into his shop more than a month ago for the shampoo and conditioner. When he and Hermione weren't involved. Something stunk of dragon dung here. He looked at the witch.
"How do you feel about him, Hermione?" Adam asked, staring down at the witch he'd come to identify with and care for.
"I…I think I love him, Adam. I know it's only been a month…but I can't imagine not being with him now. I'd be miserable," she confided.
The Queen nodded. He'd thought as much.
"You know Hermione, I have an idea to let that wizard know how you feel without the necessity for words. It's a little daring, but I guarantee you, he will go wild. Not many know I do it, but I do," the vampire said, smiling and showing his sharp eyeteeth.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
Adam walked over to the counter and opened a cabinet. He pulled out a large book, brought it over to Hermione, opened it to a page and pointed.
Hermione brought her hand to her mouth.
"Oh my gods, Adam," she breathed as she looked at the Queen, "Do I dare do it?"
"Trust me, sweetness. Do it," the vampire replied, his lashes fluttering. "I think he'll be so pleased, you won't know what hit you…several times over."
"All right. I will," she said. Then she remembered.
"Oh Adam, don't let me leave without picking up more shampoo and conditioner," she said.
This confirmed what the vampire feared. Severus picked up four bottles of shampoo and conditioner. If he had given them to the witch, there would be no way she would be out now. He must have kept them for some reason.
Adam believed he knew why.
"I'll make sure you get them," he said, scraping at the edge of her masque with a long fingertip and peeling it off in one sheet. Hermione's skin glowed.
"Beautiful," the Queen breathed down at her, his mind working.
The Potions Master couldn't be allowed to get away with this, but Adam didn't want Hermione to be unhappy. The truth could ruin what she had, and if the wizard had done something untoward, which Adam was sure he had…it was still terribly romantic in a very twisted kind of way.
There had to be a middle ground here…and as one of the Living Dead, Adam was quite familiar with riding the middle ground.
"Come on sweetie," he said, helping Hermione up from the chair, "Let's give this wizard of yours something special," he said.
Hermione smiled nervously as Adam took her arm and they both walked to the back of the shop.
She didn't even notice his eyes were glowing red.
Severus tossed in his bed uncomfortably. He was sleeping nude as usual and lying on top of the covers. He felt a cold blast wash over him and quickly sat up wide awake, shivering. His torches were on low and he squinted looking around the room. Suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he reached for his wand on the nightstand…
It wasn't there.
Severus always kept his wand on the nightstand. It was the only way he could sleep. Something was wrong.
Slowly, all his muscles tensed, the wizard began to slide out of the bed.
"Oh no you don't honey. You stay right where you are, sweetcheeks," an effeminate voice said.
Suddenly Severus was forced back into the bed, down on his back. He couldn't move his limbs or speak. He was terrified. It was as if strong hands had gripped him, forced him down and were holding him.
Suddenly the torches rose, and Adam stood beside the bed, his blue eyes washing over the naked wizard appreciatively. He was dressed in all-black robes this time, without make-up or Victor. The Potions Master's wand was sticking out of his pocket. The Queen flicked a finger at Severus who found he could now move his head. The wizard turned his face toward the vampire, his eyes widening in alarm. He still couldn't speak.
Adam had a small briefcase with him. The Queen looked around the sparsely furnished room.
"Honey, you need a decorator badly," he quipped, before crooking a finger at the small wooden chair against the wall. It floated over and landed behind him. The Queen sat down and put the briefcase on the floor.
"You have no idea why I'm here, do you?" Adam asked the stricken wizard.
Severus stared at him as Adam's eyes swept down his body again, focused on his cock. The Potions Master dearly wished he had Marcus' power of adjusting his cock size. He'd make it small as a pin.
Adam felt his fear and laughed.
"Oh no, honey. I'm not here to bob your knob. Thank your witch for that. I would never fuck with a friend's man," the vampire said, waving his hand at Severus limply. "I'll just admire you from afar. Sort of."
Severus almost let out a sigh of relief…but that "Sort of" brought him up short.
"The reason I'm here is to let you know I figured out you used Hermione's shampoo and conditioner to make her other suitors impotent. Probably a draught that worked when inhaled. She came in today and told me what happened in the past couple of months. With you, with Miles, with Georgio. Everything. Then she told me she needed more shampoo and conditioner. What you purchased would have held her over if you had given it to her. It didn't take much to figure it out," the vampire said.
Adam felt Severus' heartbeat increase…it was fear, but of another sort. He was actually afraid Hermione would find out…and dump him. The vampire gave a small smile. Obviously, the wizard wanted Hermione very much. That was good at least.
"I haven't told her yet. She thinks she loves you," the Queen said.
Severus' eyes went a bit glazed at this statement, and the vampire felt another pulse in the wizard, but it wasn't fear.
"Whether I tell her or not depends on you, Professor," the vampire continued. "First, I want an oath from you that you will no longer manipulate her this way. I understand why you did it. You didn't want another man to touch her after you deflowered her. Being the way you are, you couldn't tell her that…you probably didn't realize it at first either. But I want an oath from you that you won't use potions on her without her knowledge ever again…then I want you to do something else. If you don't give me the oath, then I will tell her. I know it will break her heart, but she deserves a man she can trust. I won't let you treat her that way. Do you understand me?"
Severus' black eyes blazed with anger, but he nodded.
"Good. All right. I am going to give you your voice back. I want the oath and the oath only," Adam said, his eyes glowing redly. He didn't look harmless now. The vampire was deadly serious.
He flicked a long-nailed finger at the wizard, who felt his throat loosen.
"I vow I will not use any potion on Hermione Granger without her knowledge," the wizard said. Magic swirled around the room.
"Good," Adam said, nodding his head. "I could have made it more stringent, but I was a Slytherin too. I can't curtail all of your actions because they are part of your makeup. This one will do just fine. Now, for the other part of your penance…"
Adam told him what it was.
"No! Absolutely not!" the wizard seethed.
Adam looked at him narrow-eyed.
"Do you want the witch?" the vampire asked him.
Severus looked at the Queen mutinously.
"Yesss," he hissed.
"Then this is just a small thing attesting to that fact," Adam said, "A mere moment or two of pain. Plus it would make me feel better about leaving her with you. You have to agree, otherwise I will tell her what you've done, despite your oath."
Severus scowled at him.
"How do I know you won't come back with some other kind of blackmail if I agree?" the Potions Master asked the vampire Queen.
Adam looked at him consideringly.
"Good point. If you agree, I will take an oath to never bring this up again. I am still a wizard, although a Vampire Queen. Wizarding oaths are still binding," Adam said. "Your decision."
Severus blinked at the vampire, then sighed. He couldn't afford to lose Hermione now. She might understand, but then again, she might not.
"Very well. I'll do it," he said.
Adam smiled toothily, standing up, picking up his briefcase, walking up to the bed, resting it on the mattress next to Severus' leg and opening it, examining the contents.
"Aren't you going to release me first?" Severus asked, raising his head slightly, trying to see into the briefcase.
"No. I need you still," the vampire said, removing something large from the case, then looking at Severus' huge tool.
"I'm going to have to move that," the vampire grinned, reaching for the wizard with one cold pale hand.
Severus let out a low, hoarse scream at the contact.
Gods, what he'd do for that witch.
Severus constantly shifted the silverware as if obsessively compulsive as he waited for Hermione to come to his rooms. Tonight was the night she would tell him if she decided to become his permanent, exclusive lover. He had done his best to be all things to the witch, even sitting down and telling her about his difficult childhood and what led up to him joining the Dark Lord. He had never been so open with anyone, but he wanted the witch to know his background so she could understand him.
"I am always going to be a difficult man to get along with Hermione. I have my bouts of temper, but I will never, ever strike you. My tongue, on the other hand can strike its own blows, often faster than I can restrain it. More than likely I will hurt your feelings on occasion," Severus told her one night as they sat in front of the fireplace, Hermione curled in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder as the wizard stared into the flame with a rather haunted look in his eyes.
"Well, I have a sharp tongue of my own, Severus Snape, and I can strike blows as well. And I already know how snarky you are and how cruel you can be. I suffered through your torments and unfairness for years. Your words won't be what drive me away if we do get together permanently," she said softly, twining her finger in his black locks.
He looked at her.
"What would drive you away?" he asked her.
"If you ever took me for granted," she replied.
Severus looked at her.
"After all my years of loneliness, Hermione, I would never, ever take you as anything other than a gift," the wizard said sincerely.
Hermione smiled at him.
"And you said you didn't do romance," she said, kissing him softly on the mouth.
Of course shortly afterwards Severus carried her to the bedroom to show her where the romance ended and the fucking began.
Now the Potions Master waited for the witch, having had a small cozy dinner of shrimp and vegetables prepared by the kitchens. He was in his dress robes, his lank hair not so lank tonight, having used some special shampoo left by Adam. It was silky and shining, pulled back neatly in a ponytail. Under his dress robes however, he wore only boxers.
It was good to be prepared.
Suddenly, the wall slid up and Hermione entered, dressed in a thin strapped Slytherin green dress that wrapped around her petite curvaceous body like a dream. Her hair was loose and curling, and she wore a bit of stick and three inch green heels.
Severus stared at her for a moment as she approached, then remembered himself and strode over to the witch, kissing her on the lips gently, then taking her arm and guiding her to the small table. It was covered in Slytherin green of course and the plates and platters were green and silver as well, the utensils topped with the Slytherin crest.
Severus pulled out her chair and helped her get seated, solicitously sliding her closer to the table. He sat down, his dark eyes resting on her as she examined the presentation.
"Mmm. Prawns and vegetables," she said, looking up at him and smiling.
"With chocolate strawberry cheesecake and milk for dessert," he responded. That was the witch's favorite.
"Yum," the witch said, picking up her fork and starting to eat. Severus watched her.
Finally Hermione looked up at him.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked the wizard.
"Yes," he replied, "But I was just wondering if you've made your decision yet. You already know how I feel."
Hermione finished the forkful of food she was chewing and looked at Severus in a way that made his cock throb.
"I've decided that we should fuck one more time, then I will make my decision," she said, bringing a shrimp to her mouth and taking it slowly between her teeth, then sucking it in with a little pop.
"No pressure," Severus thought as he looked at the witch. Gods, she looked good enough to spread on a platter herself. Severus poured them both some wine.
They ate in silence, Severus trying to stifle his reaction when Hermione got to the cheesecake. The witch was making small sounds of pleasure, almost orgasmic in nature. The Potions Master's nostril's flared.
Hermione finished her food and pushed the plate back, looking sated…food-wise. Her eyes rested on the Potions Master, who was stiff and on point, his jaw tightly clenched as he looked back at the witch, his dark eyes smoldering. It was easy to see he was ready to fuck. Severus became so intense when aroused, heat seemed to waft off his body and wash over the witch, causing an answering response in her own body.
Severus stared at Hermione. She had said she wanted him one more time before she made her decision. The wizard was torn. Gentle or all the stops pulled out? This could be the beginning or the end. True, he had done the best he could this month, but witches were fickle creatures. A wizard never knew what a witch was truly thinking. Hermione could want an 'open' relationship, where she fucked him and whoever else she wanted to bed. He wouldn't be able to stand that.
"One more time, Hermione?" he asked her in a low, rather dangerous voice that shot right to the witch's core. The wizard began to rise slowly, Hermione's eyes following him up.
"Yes," she said as the wizard walked around the table and approached her slowly.
"I don't know what you want from me," he said in a raw voice. "I'm inclined to take you as if it is the last time I'll have you, witch. You should tell me your decision before I take you to my bed."
Hermione leveled her eyes at her lover.
"And if I don't?" she asked him, her eyes going dark.
"Then you take what you get, witch. I won't let my hopes hold sway over my desires. There is nothing more frustrating than an indecisive lover. You know how I feel about you. If I have to show you the absolute depths of my desire…I will," he said darkly. "Especially if I feel you are about to cut me off."
Wizard and witch stared at each other, challenge burning in their eyes. Hermione had been through what she considered the wringer with the wizard. Severus knew he was capable of so much more than the witch had experienced with him. Again, he was faced with the decision on how to take the witch.
Severus suddenly caught Hermione by her wrist and drew her out of the chair, pulling her into his body. Hermione arched into the wizard, completely aflame as his lips fell to hers. Severus kissed her deeply, his tongue scouring his mouth, tasting her sweetness as he drew down first one strap, then the other. The Potions Master wasn't wasting time and pulled Hermione's dress down, uncovering her full breasts.
"You lovely witch you," he growled, leaning her back over his arm and kissing first one breast then the other before capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth and suckling her strongly, his head rotating sensuously before he changed breasts.
Hermione moaned as Severus' soft hot mouth enclosed over her nipples one after the other, her small hands grasping his head before sliding back and removing the hair tie that bound it. His locks fell apart and she ran her hand through the strands.
Severus continued sliding her dress down over her waist and hips.
"Wait! What are you doing, Severus? Let's go into your bedroom," Hermione gasped as she felt her dress drawn around her thighs, the wizard pressing into her hungrily.
"We'll get there witch…eventually," Severus hissed, dropping low and drawing her dress down around her ankles. "Step out!"
Hermione stepped out of the dress, Severus rising, drawing his hands up her legs, over her hips and gripping her waist momentarily before releasing her and beginning to unbutton his robes. Hermione watched his sure, pale fingers unfasten catch after catch, her belly on fire. Severus looked down at her.
"If lust could be bottled witch, your face would be on the label," he breathed.
Hermione smirked at him naughtily.
"Let's not discuss what part of you would be on the label," she retorted as he parted his robes, his black silk boxers hugely tented. "At least you aren't naked this time."
Severus let his robes drop to the floor and stood before the witch in his boxers. Suddenly he hooked one finger in the sheer green knickers she wore and tore them off her, the startled witch shrieking with surprise as Severus yanked his boxers down around his thighs and grabbed her.
"I'm close enough now," he breathed, lifting the witch up and kissing her, Hermione's arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled back from Hermione's mouth, reached down, adjusted his cock and without ceremony he slid Hermione over him with a groan, staring into her face as he held her impaled. Hermione hissed, her mouth dropping open as he filled her, amber eyes meeting black.
"Are you going to accept me, witch?" Severus demanded to know. When Hermione didn't answer him, he lifted her up and slammed her back down on his cock, thrusting upward as he did so. She buckled, letting out a cry.
"Tell me," he breathed.
"After," she gasped. "First we have to…"
Severus began to fuck Hermione, bouncing her over his cock fast and hard, his lips pulled back from his teeth, his black eyes hard as he tore into her, studying her face.
"You're not getting away from me, witch," he breathed, "I refuse to let you go. You will accept me! No one desires you more than I. No one will have you other than me. I…will…make…you…love…me."
Severus stroked into the witch hard, punctuating his declaration passionately and Hermione cried out repeatedly, falling back, but the wizard held her, still fucking her. His boxers still around his thighs, he began to shuffle towards the bedroom, still ramming his cock into the buckling, shrieking witch with every step.
Suddenly Hermione convulsed and came, her juices boiling over him, wetting his cock, balls, pelvis and upper thighs. She quaked against the strength of her release, Severus holding her securely.
"Yes, witch," he breathed, pulling Hermione forward and kissing her, stopping his journey, shoving his cock deep inside her body and holding it, feeling her clutch around his thickness. They stood just outside the bedroom door, locked together in a double kiss, Hermione's body entwined around Severus, the wizard immersed inside of her petite form.
When Hermione's pulsing slowed, Severus began walking again, not releasing her. He pulled away from her mouth and looked into her soft, heated eyes.
"You belong to me, Hermione Granger," he said to her softly, "Don't take away what's mine."
"But, are you mine, Severus? Will you only possess me, or will I possess you as well?" she managed to breathe back at him.
"All of me," the wizard said, falling forward on the bed and starting to fuck the witch powerfully, bracing his toes against the floor and driving into her hard.
"Tell me you'll be mine," Severus gasped against her jerking body.
Hermione only continued to cry out passionately and Severus, desperate to make her say what he wanted to hear, stopped and climbed over her, pulling Hermione into the bed and forcing her to her knees, pushing her head down. If he had to fuck the witch into conniptions to get an answer out of her, by gods he would.
He gripped his cock and started to enter her, intending to drive into the witch brutally, when his black eyes fell to the small of her back. There was something there. The wizard gripped her waist and leaned forward, cocking his head as he tried to identify what it was. His eyebrows rose, then he swallowed, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to the small mark.
At the base of Hermione's spine was a tattoo of the Slytherin Serpent, surrounded by the words, "Property of Severus Snape."
The Potions Master gently turned the witch on her back and lowered himself on top of her, staring down at the witch.
"Mine?" he said softly, as if needed verbal proof. That tattoo said it all.
Hermione nodded, her face flushed from the ride the wizard put her through. Severus lowered his head and kissed the witch with all the tenderness he could muster, slipping back into her body and stroking her deeply, but reverently, gathering her in his arms and making slow, passionate love to her, their bodies rippling and flowing as one until they both tumbled off the pinnacle, whispered words and endearments cushioning their fall back to earth.
Hermione held on to Severus, her heart fluttering. It was the gentlest the wizard had ever been to her, and she could feel his passion and his care. Maybe one day she would feel his love as well. Severus kissed her over and over before rolling off the witch and gathering her into his embrace. He still had his boxers down around his thighs, the top of them wet with release. He didn't care as he stripped them off with one hand and threw them to the floor. Hermione noticed a blemish on Severus' inner thigh as he withdrew his leg from the boxers. It looked bruised. The witch and sat up.
"Severus, what's that?" she asked him. It was small but brightly colored.
The wizard looked at her soberly.
"You asked if you would possess me in this relationship," the wizard said softly, "You are one of two I have ever been marked for…the first decidedly evil and you…decidedly good, witch."
"Marked?" Hermione repeated, drawing closer. Yes she could see it now…outlined in scarlet, a tiny snarling Gryffindor lion surrounded by the words:
"Property of Hermione Granger."
Hermione looked up at him, and the wizard's eyes glittered back at her.
"I belong to you as much as you belong to me," he said soberly. "I am yours as you are mine."
Adam had suggested Hermione take the tattoo as a way of showing Severus she truly wanted him, and in turn, insisted Severus do the same, although he did place the mark high on his inner thigh, so it wouldn't be visible unless in an intimate situation and the wizard was nude. He was a Slytherin Head of House after all. It wouldn't do for everyone to see he was marked by a Gryffindor.
"But…but…how?" Hermione began, unable to believe they both had marked themselves the same way.
Severus smirked and brought a long, pale finger to her lips, shushing her.
"Perhaps it is true, witch, that great minds think alike," the wizard replied, drawing her down into another passionate and rather grateful kiss that shut her up quite satisfactorily.
The Potions Master pulled away from Hermione's mouth and stared down at her, realizing his entire life had been made over. Hermione gave him a soft, loving smile, one that made his chest tighten in reaction. As he looked at his witch, his woman, his lover…Severus Snape was sure of one thing in this world if nothing else…
This was one mark he would never regret taking.
THE END
A/N: And that is the end of "The Makeover" Hoped you enjoyed and see you next story.