The Makeover - COMPLETED

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 39 ~

Severus entered the Great Hall for supper about six. He noticed immediately that Hermione wasn’t there. The wizard had been thinking how he would get the witch’s hair washed. He had no idea how often she washed it. For all he knew she had done it as recently as this morning. As the hour grew later, Severus realized that Hermione was probably in her lab working, oblivious of the time. He needed to get her out.

He picked at his peas, then a small light bulb appeared over his head. All the staff looked at him and he scowled blackly, causing them to quickly return to their meals. Damn those random idea manifestations. Muggle light bulbs no less. But the wizard had his idea.

Severus quickly finished off his food. It was twenty after six. When he entered the main hall, instead of heading down the dungeon corridor, he walked to the bottom of the main stairwell, cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed:

”Peeves!”

*********************************************

Hermione was in her lab absorbed in her latest research concerning the Killing Curse. She was attempting to break it down into its magical components which was quite risky work. She had managed to capture the active spell in a reflective stasis orb, a creation of her own that she had not yet made public. The orb held whatever it contained in an almost timeless state, but the reflective properties did not let energy dissipate. It had been quite tricky to capture the spell in the orb. If Albus had known the danger the witch had put herself in, he would have made her cease her experiments.

Hermione had coated a mirror with the reflective coating she developed, then calculated the safest distance to capture a rebounding spell using stunner blasts. She then utilized two wands…one in her left hand and one in her right. She then fired a stunner blast at the mirror with her left hand, then practiced casting the orb with her right, to capture the rebounding spell. She stunned herself quite a few times before she became proficient.

Then, she did it with the Killing Curse. Thank the gods she captured it on the rebound, securing the deadly green light actively in the orb. She could have quite possibly been the first person to kill herself with the Avada Kedavra curse.

Hermione sealed the orb with her signature so no one else could release the spell, and kept it in a disillusioned and very securely warded wall cabinet. The witch was quite involved in the spell and as usual, unaware of the passage of time.

Suddenly Peeves shot through the wall of her lab.

“Busy witchy gets twitchy and bitchy if she doesn’t fatten her jelly belly!” he cackled, bouncing off the ceiling and walls, the little bells on his hat ringing merrily as Hermione looked up at him in irritation.

“Peeves get out of my lab!” she yelled at the poltergeist, who jeered at her, his orange bowtie spinning annoyingly.

“Peeves get out of my lab,” the poltergeist mimicked, then zipped through a wall as Hermione shot a blast at him with a wand. Unlike a ghost, Peeves was solid and could get hexed if he wasn’t careful. But he could still pass through solid objects or phase out when hexes were thrown at him. Usually he dodged them however.

He poked his head back through the wall and stuck a horribly long pustuled tongue at the witch, almost licking her with it. Hermione let out a little scream of disgust and fired another blast at him…this time singing his tongue, which he couldn’t retract fast enough. Peeves let out a rather garbled string of obscenities because of his swollen tongue and left the premises.

But he had done his job. Hermione’s concentration was broken. She looked at the time and called it quits, hastily putting everything away, warding her lab and heading for the Great Hall. She passed Severus but didn’t see him. He was hiding in a niche in the dungeon corridor. Peeves had done the first half of his assignment.

Normally the poltergeist didn’t do anything for anyone, but Severus was the Head of Slytherin House and had access to the Bloody Baron, the resident ghost who Peeves greatly feared for some unknown reason. The Potions Master threatened the poltergeist with a visit from the Baron if he didn’t do as he asked. Coward that he was, Peeves had no choice but to comply.

Hermione ate alone, the witches having come and gone already. She rushed through her salad and pumpkin juice and headed back toward her rooms at five to seven. She wasn’t sure if Severus was going to show, but she needed to be there. The wizard was quite punctual. As she neared her room, she heard a nasty cackle from above and behind her. She spun…

…and was covered with soot. Hermione spluttered and coughed, wiping the black dust from her eyes as Peeves, small shovel in hand, zoomed down the corridor, cackling hysterically.

“Gods damn you Peeves! You’re going to pay for this!” Hermione yelled after him, shaking her fist angrily. She looked down at herself. She was filthy. The witch dropped her hands in disgust. To make things worse, Severus exited his rooms. The wizard paused as he looked at her.

“Casting call for a minstrel show, Hermione?” he purred at her with a smirk.

“No. Peeves!” she said, the poltergeist’s name sounding like a curse as she said it.

Miffed, she walked toward her door and opened it. She looked at Severus.

“Are you coming?” she asked him sharply.

Severus looked at her a moment.

“Yes, I am,” he replied.

Hermione held the door open as the wizard billowed in. She was too mad to be worried at this point.

“May I use your loo?” the Potions Master inquired.

“Go ahead. In the bedroom,” the agitated witch said, shaking off her robes and pulling out her wand. She scourgified herself as best she could, but her hair was a mess, the fine soot working its way into her roots. She smelled like she had been standing in a smokehouse for hours.

Severus walked into Hermione’s bedroom. He looked around. She had a king-sized four poster bed. It would have been perfect if not for the Gryffindor colored bed linen. He walked into the bathroom, closed the doo, opened the shower stall, leaned in and removed the tainted shampoo and conditioner from the shower caddy. Setting the bottles on the vanity counter, he shrunk them down to size, then stuck them in his left robes pocket. He then removed two other untainted bottles from his right pocket and restored them to their original size. The Potions Master opened the tops and poured a bit of the contents down the drain so they appeared used, then placed them on the caddy and closed the stall. Severus then flushed the loo and ran water in the basin.

He exited the bathroom and walked back into the study, where Hermione stood, still looking furious.

“Severus, would you mind waiting until I took a quick shower?” the witch asked him. “I have firewhiskey, wine and other libations in the liquor cabinet. You can have a drink while you wait. I won’t be long,” the witch said.

Severus noticed the latest edition of Spells Weekly rested on the small table between the armchairs facing the fireplace.

“I’ll wait,” he said, picking up the magazine and settling himself in the armchair.

“Thank you,” Hermione said, walking into her bedroom.

Severus smirked as he turned the first page of the magazine.

Perfect.

***********************************************

The first thing Hermione did was securely ward her bedroom door. Having the Potions Master so close while she was naked was unsettling, though part of her wanted to leave the damned door cracked in hopes that he would creep in and have his way with her in the shower. But he probably wouldn’t. She sighed, and divestoed her clothing and walked into the bathroom.

It had been years since Peeves had played a prank on Hermione. Maybe the poltergeist felt she was overdue. But he was going to pay for this, so help her. She opened the shower stall and turned on the spigot, mixing the water to a suitable temperature and stepping in, letting it run over her body and through her hair. Black streaks colored her skin for a moment then ran clear. She grabbed her shampoo, poured a bit in her hand, then began to wash her hair.

***********************************************

Ten minutes later Hermione emerged from her bedroom, her hair magnificent and curling, dressed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting blue cotton pants. She was barefoot and smelled of jasmine. Severus looked up at her.

“Squeaky clean,” he thought lasciviously as he closed the magazine and returned it to the end table.

Hermione noticed that he hadn’t prepared himself a drink.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked him.

The wizard’s dark eyes washed over her, then he nodded slowly, watching the witch walk over to the liquor cabinet, his eyes resting on her curvaceous little ass. He felt a small throb as once again memories of taking her from behind returned. Hermione removed a tumbler and the bottle of firewhiskey and poured Severus a generous amount…secretly hoping it would put the wizard in a cooperative, less snarky mood.

She brought it over to him, her nervousness returning as she set the glass down. Suddenly Severus clasped his hand around hers and the glass. It was warm and calloused. Hermione felt electricity shoot up her arm, her eyes going hot and soft for a moment as the wizard looked at her.

“Ah, excuse me,” he said, slowly removing his hand from hers, sliding his palm over her knuckles as he did so.

“No problem,” Hermione replied, sitting down in the armchair next to his, a bit shaken at the power of her reaction to the wizard.

Severus picked up the glass and took a sip of his drink, Hermione’s eyes resting on his Adam’s apple as it bobbed. She wanted to press her lips against it and feel it move.

“Damn. Down girl,” she thought to herself. Severus looked directly at her.

“So, Hermione. What was so important that you had to bring me to your private quarters to discuss it?” the wizard asked silkily. “I imagine it has something to do with your sex life, though I can’t imagine what that has to do with me. I’ve come…and gone.”

Hermione swallowed.

“That’s just it,” the witch said, drawing her legs up into the chair.

“What’s just it?” the wizard pressed.

“No…no one else has been able to…to ‘come and go’ since you,” Hermione said, coloring.

“Is that so?” the wizard replied, sipping the firewhiskey and staring into the fire for a moment before sliding his dark eyes toward her. “And what does that have to do with me, Hermione?”

Damn, he wasn’t going to make this easy was he?

“Well, I want to know…I just…well…how did you do it? How did you manage to stay hard with me?” she asked him.

Severus looked at her.

“Hermione, you are a very attractive witch, with a very attractive body. I didn’t ‘do’ anything to fuck you. I just did. It was nature and if I must say so myself, skill,” he purred at her.

Hermione felt a gush roll down. Damn it! He was doing it to her again.

“Perhaps your partner or partners were too excited,” he suggested.

“No. That’s not it. I checked,” she said, her belly tightening.

Severus’ eyebrows rose in supposed surprise.

“Checked? How in the world would you ‘check’ such a thing, witch?” he asked her, fighting back a smirk. She was going to have to tell him she bought a cock.

“I…I went to an expert,” she replied, trying to put a perfectly natural spin on what was for her, a completely unnatural act.

“An expert?” Severus asked as if he didn’t understand.

“A gigolo,” she whispered.

Severus’ lips quirked as Hermione turned an even deeper shade of red.

“You paid someone to fuck you?” he said, amazement in his voice.

“I paid someone to try to fuck me. He couldn’t,” the witch responded. “And neither could Miles. He tried a couple of times. He finally broke it off with me.”

“I see,” Severus said shortly.

Hermione stared at him, waiting for the wizard to say something, anything that would be helpful. He didn’t. He just sat there silently, staring into the fire. Hermione began to get angry.

“Severus, say something,” she said to the wizard, who looked at her coolly.

“What do you expect me to say?” he responded.

Hermione stared at him for a moment, then burst into tears.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong with me!” she sobbed, “Why no one wants to touch me!”

Severus looked at the sobbing witch and felt a slight pang. Just a slight one.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Hermione,” he said, “The fault was with the wizards…not you.”

She blinked at him.

“How do you know that?” she asked the Potions Master through her tears.

“I know it because I’ve fucked you…and trust me witch…there is not a thing undesirable about you,” the wizard said, “At least not sexually. Did you talk shop to them before you engaged them? Drone on and on about your work? Turn on that brilliant mind and emasculate them mentally? Not every man can deal with such an intelligent witch, Hermione.”

“No…no I didn’t do that. I didn’t do anything wrong, Severus. Miles and I kissed, touched and came here to my rooms. We tried to make love and couldn’t do it,” she said, breathing shakily as she tried to calm herself.

“Show me,” the wizard said, leaning forward.

“Show you?” Hermione said, surprise on her face.

“Yes. Show me what you did prior to trying to fuck. Maybe I will see something that you did not,” the wizard said.

Actually Severus wanted to see what Miles did to heat the witch up to the point she wanted him. Not that the Potions Master needed any pointers, but it was obvious the witch still had feelings of desire for the wizard…feelings he needed to put to rest. In order to do that, he needed to know what Miles did to make such an impression.

“All right,” Hermione said, opening her thoughts to the Potions Master.

“Legilimens,” the wizard breathed, his dark eyes meeting hers.

********************************************
A/N: Well, Severus certainly came up with a very clever way to get Hermione to wash her hair. He’s certainly putting her through the wringer now…the sneaky devil. Poor Hermione…she’s as good as got…not that she’ll mind I bet. Lol. At least not right now. Later may be another story altogether. Anyway, please review.