Chapter 4

Authors Notes: This story is Pre-HBP. It is my response to the Make-Over Sex!God Snape challenge by Southern_Witch_69 & PlaidPooka. I’m not following the rules very well, as it is late, and I am going to have a couple chapters, so please forgive me. I’ve been out of the fan fiction loop lately due to work, so please forgive me and take this little piece of fiction as my peace offering. This is my first attempt at posting anything, so please be kind if you decide to review (which I would really appreciate). Challenge rules are posted at the bottom of the first chapter page. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my wonderful beta’s, Gelsey & Cocoachristy, for wading through all my mistakes and errors. If any other mistakes are here, then they are completely and totally my fault. I’d also like to thank my dear friend, Anijade, for being at my beck and call whenever I need her.

Disclaimer: This all belongs to JKR. They aren’t mine. I’m just taking them out to dinner and a movie. I promise to bring them back as soon as the houselights come up and the credits begin to roll.

Chapter 4

Glass Pyramid

” Beauty Divine,” Snape read aloud as he shook his head.

The book was not something he would typically read, let alone own. It only remained in his possession due to its rarity. Well that and the fact that he knew a great number of witches and wizards whom would pay a great deal of Galleons for some of its creations.

Severus began to thumb through the pages and read over the names and descriptions of the potions. Some were very innocent while others were down right disturbing. And yet it, all seemed to revolve around the same thing. Enhancing a person’s beauty, or for someone in his case, creating it all together.

What was Albus thinking when he gave me this book? Severus thought to himself as he read over an elixir that would give a person fresh breath for month with just one dose. The next potion he read about caused your pores to shrink. He kept reading on the same page and found a very complex potion that allowed the person who ingested it to grow new skin that would be as soft as a baby’s bottom. I can’t believe I’m even considering this, he thought to himself as he reached up to brush some of his greasy locks out of his face.

After reading through the book for about an hour, he came across a potion that seemed to hold some promise. The potion was named Eye of the Beholder, and it basically allowed whomever ingested it to become physically appealing to the first person they saw after they had taken the potion. As an added bonus, the potion also caused the appearance of the drinker’s features that the beholder found most desirable to become even more appealing. Up until that point, Severus hadn’t been very impressed; however, as he kept reading, he found that the potion never actually changed the drinker physically. It more or less just made the beholder view them in a new light.

A smirk, which can only be described as evil, began to appear at the corner of the Potion master’s mouth. He could just imagine someone seeing him in a… What did they call it? Oh, yes, new light. To think that someone could see him as handsome just the way he was. Hell, forget someone! How about everyone! he thought to himself. An image of Albus offering him something other than lemon drops came into his mind. The thought was accompanied by a complete head to toe body chill and followed up with a strong case of nausea. “Perhaps I’ll just make it affect the opposite sex,” he spoke out loud to himself while he tried to get rid of all thoughts pertaining to Albus.

With the last thought and mental imagine completely wiped from his mind, he marked the page in the book before standing up and heading towards his wardrobe. He removed a set of older black robes and boots and began to dress himself. Once he was completely dressed, he picked up the red Potions book and walked through his chambers to his private lab. As he was entering the hallway, he was accosted by a grey owl flapping around the doorway. It began to squawk at him and showed him its leg with a letter attached to it. Once he removed the letter, the owl let out a loud screech and flew away. He placed the letter in the pocket of his robes without even seeing whom it was from and continued on his way to the lab.

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Some eighteen or so hours later, Severus Snape peered intently at two very different vials. In his right hand, he held a vial filed with a murky blue liquid. In his left hand, he held a vial filed with a chalky white paste. He carefully placed a stopper into each vial and placed them on the lab table before he began cleaning up the lab station. Once he had organized his notes that he had taken throughout the past eighteen hours, he neatly placed them inside the back of the Potions book. After checking to make sure the lab was back to its normal order, he tucked the book under his arm and picked up the two vials. He carried all of the items into his bedchambers and placed them on top of the stacks of books on one his nightstands.

He disappeared into his bathroom, quickly took a shower, and dressed for bed. As he gathered up his dirty clothing, he heard the crinkle of paper and remembered the letter that was delivered the evening before. He carefully pulled it out of his cloak pocket before he deposited his dirty clothing in the hamper and carried it with him into the bedroom. When he reached his bed, he placed the letter on the nightstand and picked up the vial filed with the murky blue liquid.

Without ceremony, Severus pulled out the stopper, tilted the vial filled with the murky blue liquid upside down into his mouth and swallowed. The Potions master then sat the vial and stopper down on the same nightstand and barely had enough time to slide into his large bed and under the comforter before sleep overtook him.

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When Hermione awoke the next morning, she found herself staring into two large, yellow eyes. She smiled at her familiar and reached out to scratch him behind his ears. “Good morning, Crooks. Are you hungry?” she asked.

He began to purr and nuzzle his head against her hand in response to her question. She took this as a yes and got out of bed to find her familiar a bowl of food. As she made her way across the room, the memory of last night decided to come to the front of her mind.

“Oh, shit,” she said to the empty room, stopping mid-step and causing herself to fall down into a pile of pajamas and messy brown hair.

I don’t think this is going to be my day, she thought to herself as she got up and limped off in search of her kneazle’s food and a good pain potion.

To be continued