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Severus left the library feeling smug about what had happened. Granger seemed to be oblivious to anything that had transpired the evening before. Life was grand. Potter would be able to sleep with her now, but who cared? He'd been there first, and he'd left his mark. Potter would have his seconds. A slight vision of the young boy climbing over Hermione's wanton form passed through Severus' mind. He stopped walking suddenly. The little bastard didn't deserve to have someone as responsive and pleasing as the girl. What could he do to intervene without them knowing that he cared? Hang the fuck on! Care? He didn't care, per say, but he did have an interest. Why should Potter be able to have a slice of Granger pie at all? There were plenty of little tarts running about that wouldn't mind bedding him. There was one witch that could help him. Rolanda!

He had retrieved the book that he'd been looking at the day before, and he intended to read more into the enchantments within. There were very interesting things to try. Severus' groin tightened as he thought of the reason he'd sought out the book in the first place. It was to trick Granger into bedding him. Her tightness sheathing him had honestly felt better than any other woman he'd had. As if she was naked before him again, his groin began aching for her. He opened his eyes. Damn. When had he closed them? His dark eyes dropped down to the book in his hand. Severus Snape smirked and if anyone had been looking, they would have noticed a skip in his step as he made his way out to the Quidditch Pitch.

He saw his fellow conspirator immediately. She was setting up brooms for her first class in rows along the grounds. "Bit cold for a flying lesson, don't you think?"

"Sev, old boy! What brings you to lurk about my Quidditch Pitch?" she asked, yellow eyes filled with mirth. "Come to give me those details that I've thought about since yesterday evening?"

"Of course not, woman," he answered brusquely. "I was wondering if she is indeed going to spend the weekend with Potter." He hoped she wouldn't read anything more into his questioning than there was call for.

"As far as I know, yes," the woman said with a sigh. "Just think of it, Severus. Two fresh, virile, young friends becoming lovers for the first time. Lovely."

Severus sneered at the witch. "I don't care to imagine anything of Potter, thanks, which leads me to my next issue." He smirked for a moment, allowing her anticipation to build. "It isn't enough that I was able to have Potter's woman. I don't want him to have her at all." He raised an eyebrow. "Or, he can at least suffer a bit."

"Well, that's real interesting, Severus, but I'm afraid I don't see how we can stop it." Rolanda chuckled. "I never thought I'd see you lowering yourself to such levels, old boy. Are you sure you just aren't trying to get into her knickers again? That good, was it?"

"Nonsense, Rolanda. I've told you my reason. I do have a plan," he said with a malicious grin, hoping she would take the bait. He'd lied, of course. He certainly wouldn't mind bedding the witch again. She was very responsive, tight, wet, and extremely hot to touch. In fact, if he had his way, he would-Enough! Those thoughts were not welcome.

The glint in her eyes told him that she was interested. "What's your plan, Severus?"

"Simply talk Miss Granger into doing something else this weekend. Lead her to believe that perhaps sleeping with Potter would ruin their friendship." He smirked. "I'm sure that she would prefer her friendship to remain intact. Talk her into going to The Leaky Cauldron in London. Be sure she wants to stay the night."

Rolanda chuckled. "Is Darach going to make an appearance?"

"Severus Snape might just make an appearance, if I'm feeling a bit randy. Just keep her away from Potter. If she is here, he might try to slip into her chambers," he said, nodding slightly. "I must go now to prepare for the first wave of dunderheads."

"All right, old boy, but I must ask. What's in this for me?"

The sly wench! He might have known she'd have a price, what with the way she snatched up those galleons last time. "What do you want?"

"Polyjuice Potion," she said immediately.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"I don't have to tell you why, but that's my price. When can you have it?" she asked eagerly.

What did she have planned? "Considering the ingredients and the position of the moon, I would say nearly a month. Is this acceptable?" he asked, thinking about the possibilities of having Polyjuice Potion. Maybe Rolanda was on to something.

"All right, Severus. Deal. I'll talk to her about it this evening. You can guarantee she won't be there for Potter this weekend, and I'll get her to come out with me to London. Whatever you decide from then out is up to you," she said, rubbing her hands together, smirking evilly. "I must say that I can't wait."

"We've only three days before Saturday. I'll talk to you more before then to see how things are shaping up," he said. "Good day, Rolanda."

"Good day, Severus," she said to his retreating back. "Good day indeed," she whispered to herself. This was going to be interesting. She had been wanting some Polyjuice Potion for a little naughty excursion of her own. She would have to keep Severus' end of the deal this time, or he'd never trust her again. Pity. Hermione was fun to consort with, but it was fair play. She'd pulled a prank on Severus. Why not turn the tables? The conversation with Hermione would indeed need some trickery. What reason could she have to get Hermione to go along with it? An idea occurred to her. She wondered though if the dark man intended to show up as himself, someone else, or not at all for their weekend adventure. Humming, Rolanda went about getting ready for her first batch of blighters.

Just after the noon meal, Rolanda slipped into the library for a word with her accomplice. "Hermione, a word please," she said as quietly as she could.

Hermione jerked her head towards her office door and moved to enter. "What's up, Ro?"

"I have some news for you!" Rolanda said excitedly. She knew just how to keep Severus' secret and make Hermione happy.

"What is it?"

"Severus was down to see me this morning, and he wants to make a deal with me," Rolanda said mysteriously.

"Oh, good Lord! Has it something to do with me?" she asked. It would be a very interesting turn of events if Severus Snape had finally taken an interest with her. He hadn't treated her any differently even though they'd shared a bed the night before. Hopefully he'd told Rolanda about it.

"It has everything to do with you," she said jovially. "He is going to brew me a batch of Polyjuice Potion if I make sure that you don't bed Potter this weekend." Rolanda sniggered. "All I have to do is make sure you spend the night at The Leaky Cauldron. That will prove to him that I've held up my end of the deal. Will you go along with it?"

Hermione's mind began thinking about the reasoning behind his request. Was he jealous of Harry? Was he interested in her? "Why, I wonder," she murmured.

"Says it's not fair that Harry should have his way. I think he might be feeling a tad possessive, being your first lover and all." Rolanda smiled. "What say you?"

"Is that all he said?"

"Of course not. Said something about Severus Snape might just make an appearance, so I don't know what that means," she said. "Maybe he is going to show up as himself and try to get you to share a bed. I think we need to stage a talk at the table so that he can believe that I've talked to you. Will you?" Rolanda asked hopefully.

"Sure," she said, feeling disappointed. She had hoped that maybe Snape had decided that he fancied her a little since they'd been together. It seemed that he was only worried about seeking revenge on Harry though. "Let's figure out what we're going to say."

"I knew I could count on you," Rolanda said excitedly. There were so many possibilities with Polyjuice Potion. Severus wouldn't know that she'd told Hermione the gist of what he'd said. She shrugged slightly to brush the thoughts away. They would have to bring Harry in on it again. They had already planned for Harry and Hermione to be away from the castle this weekend to let Severus believe they had gone to have their trysts. This was much more exciting. Damn! She should have demanded some drinking money for her troubles. Blast! If it came up again, she might mention it to him.

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Severus looked into the mirror. "Very good work," he said to himself. He would not need a mask to approach Hermione this weekend. His hair and eyes had been changed to those of Darach's. His nose had been transformed, his eyebrows lightened, and even his cheekbones had been altered. If he didn't know it was he, Severus wouldn't recognize himself. The book had come in handy. He undid all that he'd changed, and he tried them all again. He repeated this over and over until he did it smoothly and flawlessly. Yes, he would have Hermione Granger in bed again. This Saturday night. Smirking evilly, he made his way up to the Great Hall where he'd check with Rolanda to be sure all was handled. He seriously hoped that the young witch would not go off with Potter.

As he sat at the table, Minerva leaned over to talk to him. "Severus, are you all right?"

"Yes. Why do you ask, Minerva?"

"You seem...odd."

"I'm fine," he said, quirking his lips upward slightly. He nearly panicked as Minerva's eyes moved from him to Hermione. What did the woman know? Had she guessed? Heard something? Impossible! He'd have to be more careful. A few moments later Rolanda took her set next to him.

"Severus, Hermione," she said. "Bout time they have something good for the evening meal!" She began putting things onto her plate. "Where's Potter?"

Hermione answered meekly. "He's a bit angry. I told him that I had changed my mind for now about this weekend. Don't think he took it well."

Severus smirked to himself upon hearing this. Hahahahaha! Life was grand. Potter was off sulking. He tucked in to his Shepherd's pie with gusto whilst listening to the pair of witches next to him.

"See, eh? I told you to not go through with it. If a decision such as this messes with the foundation of your friendship, just imagine what a night of hot sex would do to it. It would be awkward after, but as I told you before, that is your choice. I just got to thinking on it a bit. Didn't sit right with me," Rolanda said. "You are still coming to London this weekend?"

"Yes, I'll be there," Hermione said softly. "I wonder if Darach would be free."

"Dear girl! Why? We can find some other bloke or witch in London," Rolanda said wickedly. "I've a mind to have a bit of fun myself."

"I don't want to be with just anyone though. I want to be with him again." Hermione sighed. "I suppose you are right though. Besides, he is probably booked up."

Severus nearly choked on his drink. She wanted him again. Just like a little wanton! He'd be happy to oblige. It was along the lines of what he'd planned anyway. Rolanda looked his way for a moment to see if he was interested, and he gave a slight nod.

"Want me to send him an owl then? Won't know unless you ask," she pointed out.

Hermione smiled. "Do you think he would think badly of me? For calling on him again?"

"Flattered would be the word," Rolanda said. "I'll do it this evening. I've a few things I need in Hogsmeade."

"Thanks, Ro. Please just don't mention this to Harry. Just tell him we are going away, and I don't want him to know where. He might show up. I never thought he'd be so persistent."

"My lips are sealed. Now enough of this. I aim to eat my fill," Rolanda said, serving herself another helping. "A witch has to keep her strength up. Never know what vigorous exercise might be required."

Severus ate the rest of his meal in silence. Minerva kept fidgeting. What was her problem? He'd have a talk with her. "Minerva, are you going to the staff room after?"

"Not tonight. I feel a bit under the weather," she said. "I think I'll turn in." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Severus."

The way she looked at him made him wonder if he'd forgotten to change something back to his normal appearance. He watched the older witch leave through the staff exit. He hoped nothing serious was wrong with her. She was a good friend to him when he needed one. Seeing Albus looking at him, Severus scooted over to Minerva's vacated seat. "Hello, old man," he said with a slight smile. "All right?"

"Yes, Severus. I was just noting that you look years younger. It seems as if a load has been taken off of your shoulders." Albus looked him over. "Are you wearing cologne, Severus?" he asked in disbelief, eyes twinkling. He lowered his voice. "Tell me that you and Rolanda haven't become a couple?"

"Certainly not!" he exclaimed indignantly. "I just thought I would give this scent a try is all. I shall cease to wear it. You and Minerva both seem to think that something is wrong with me."

A slow, soft voice said, "Severus, may I have a seat here?"

He turned and nearly cringed. Vector. Good Lord! She wanted to sit in his chair to have a word with Rolanda. At least he hoped it was with Rolanda. He'd not be having a conversation with her any time soon. She'd likely try to accost him yet again. "You can sit there if you'd like. I was just on my way out."

"Oh," she said in disappointment as she slid into the chair. "I was just going to have a word with the girls anyway."

He nodded curtly and turned back to the grinning wizard next to him. "Good evening, Albus." There was no way he was going to be suckered into sticking around. He had a potion to start. Rolanda's potion to be exact. Brewing it would be worth it. They had much to talk about, he and Rolanda. It seems that Darach's services were required again. On his way out, he decided to pay Minerva a visit. Something wasn't quite right. He knocked twice before she answered.

"Severus," she said, clearly surprised. "What brings you by? Come in."

He felt a bit guilty as she was already in her nightclothes and had her hair down. He hated imposing. "I wanted to be sure that all was well, Minerva. You acted strangely throughout dinner."

"Really. I am fine." She said, taking a seat before the fire, gesturing for him to do the same. "It's you that I am worried about, Severus. Albus and I were talking, and it seems that Rolanda is up to something. I heard snippets of conversations. I am just curious as to what she is up to."

"What have you heard?" Severus asked cautiously. He certainly hoped that she wouldn't find out anything about how he'd tricked and bedded her little cub, Hermione Granger.

"Rolanda and Vector were talking last week. She was asking all sorts of questions about you. Mind, some of them were rather personal," she said with an indignant expression. "I told them to keep it down, as there were students about that could have heard."

"I appreciate that." Vector! Would he always regret his folly? One night of too many Firewhisky shots had landed him in a spare room in town with her. He barely remembered the act itself, but he knew that he'd hated it. Mostly. Even thinking about her brought him displeasure. When they had woken the next morning, she had wanted another go. He'd, as kindly as possible, told her that he preferred to keep their relationship platonic, as they were colleagues, and sexual relations might interfere with things. She'd been upset, but she understood. Ever since then she had been trying to win him over. Pity she wasn't anything like the delectable Miss Granger. He felt his pulse quicken at the visual of her face contorted in ecstasy below his.

Hell, who would have thought he would have wanted to see that again? Before he'd been with her, he'd been tempted to request that she wear a mask as well, but once he'd seen her that night, he'd forgotten all about it. Aha! It had to be the eye and hair illusions that she had on. Likely her body illusions as well. She was not that sexy under her robes. She couldn't be.

"Severus? Did you hear what I said?" Minerva asked, breaking through his thoughts.

"No, sorry. I was thinking about Vector and Hooch, wondering why they would be talking about me," he lied.

"Well, that's just it. It seems, or so I thought, that Rolanda was planning on...having relations with you! I couldn't believe my own ears! Just be careful where you tread, Severus. I think something is amiss," his friend said.

He nodded. "I thank you, Minerva. If you should hear anything else, please let me know." He stood. "I will leave you to your rest."

"Very well," she said, smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I mentioned this to Albus."

"Not at all. I'll see myself out," he said, holding a hand out to stop her from rising. "Good evening." He left quickly and decided a walk up to one of the rooftops would be in order. It had been a while since he'd visited the Astronomy Tower. With a smirk, he traveled that way. There would likely be little berks running about. He could possibly have points deducted from the other houses. On his way back past the Great Hall, his plans were disrupted as Rolanda called out to him.

"Oi! Sev! This way, mate," she said, leading him towards the entryway. He followed her out onto the grounds.

He wanted to ask her about her little conversation with Vector, but he didn't want to betray Minerva's confidence. "What is it?" he asked impatiently.

"Well, are you going to make a show in London or not? I would like to know now." The witch punched his arm playfully. "You heard! She wants to shag Darach. Will Darach or Severus make an appearance?"

"If neither does, then what?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Pity you don't have any of that Polyjuice Potion ready for what I would like to do. However, there are other people that I know that could help two witches along in the ways of having orgasms." Rolanda laughed at his incredulous expression. "Oh, come on, Severus. You act like I'm too old to have fun."

"You are old, Rolanda. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah, but I am blessed with hardly showing my age," she said with a smirk. "Another good trait I inherited from my mum. The other one being my eyes."

"Darach will make an appearance sans mask. I have perfected the use of illusion charms. I will approach you and tell you hello before I look to Hermione. You can then tell her that I am Darach." He smirked. "I'll take over from there."

"All right then," the witch said enthusiastically. "We'll have such fun. So, do you mind if I have a watch? She and I will likely share a room."

"Get your own bloody room," he spat. "I don't care to have any voyeurs about. I think I'll stay a bit longer this time. As before, you can keep the galleons. Tell her since I enjoyed it last time. I'll only ask for twenty."

"Fair enough," she said. "See you."

He nodded, turned on his heel, and made his way down to the dungeons. He decided not to go to the tower after all. There were charms to perfect and fantasies to think about. How would he take her this time? Would she still feel as good as she had last time? Damn! Would she look like herself? Would she have her illusions on? Would he want her, really want her, if she looked as she did each day during meals?

Yes. He would. So long as she never knew it. Hahahahaha! This was just too good. He was getting another session with his inexperienced witch, and Potter was being turned down. He couldn't wait until it was time to be with her again. Severus knew he should thank Circe, Merlin, God, and whomever else that might be listening. It seemed that things were finally going his way.

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Hermione smiled smugly at herself in the mirror. She felt a little confidence budding. Her hair didn't look half bad. The curls were not as wild as they used to be, and it wasn't exactly frizzy any longer. The extra hour of care she had taken on it did have a little to do with it, but it wouldn't be that horrible to go through once and a while for a bit of change. She had decided to keep her own eye color and simply fix her own hair for this night.

She was ecstatic when Rolanda said that he had taken the bait once again. That must mean that he'd found pleasure in their first coupling, and he truly wanted her again. Or, did he want the Hermione she had been that night. She'd given him her virginity willingly, and she had known it was Severus the entire time. It had been three long years since she first set her sights on him. He just never paid any attention to her. When she found out that he'd slept with Vector a couple of years earlier, she'd been insanely jealous and had cooked up a way to have him.

Thanks to Rolanda and Harry it had been the best experience of her life. She felt slightly guilty for tricking him, but why deny herself the pleasure of making love...er...having sex with Severus Snape. It was better than she'd ever imagined. She supposed it could be because she had no other experience to compare it to, but how could anyone feel so right? She wished that he had stayed with her after they'd finished the last time. He seemed to want to at first by the way he'd pulled her possessively against him, but then he remembered who she was, she supposed, and pulled away from her.

"Who's there?" she called out, after hearing a knock on the door.

"Ro," came the reply.

"Come in. I'm decent."

The door opened. "Wouldn't matter to me if you were or weren't," she said slyly. "Oh, you look marvelous, love. He'll appreciate it. Ready to go down for a few drinks? He should be along later."

"Has Harry brought his cloak?" she asked.

"Yes, and I still say he shouldn't have come," Rolanda said sulkily. "If Severus sees him, there will be hell to pay."

"Oh, he won't see him. I'll keep him busy up here after we come up. Then, you can take Harry, go to your room, and have a few drinks." Hermione smirked. "Why, Rolanda, you don't have something planned with my best friend, do you?"

She whistled mysteriously as she made her way to the door. "Come along," she said. "Oi! Why do you have to wear that fragrance?"

Hermione faltered. "Don't you like it?"

"That's the bloody problem," the witch growled. "Ah, sod it. Come on."

Hermione grinned as she followed the witch. She could feel her dress sneaking up slightly, and she deftly swatted the air to her left, making solid contact with some part of Harry's body. "Oof," he said. "Damn, Mione. Good punch."

"Keep your sneaky little hands to yourself, Harry, or I'll not sneak you any liquor," she said cheekily.

"Ssshh, you two. We'll take that table in the corner. Harry can sit next to the wall, and I'll slide in next to him." She shook her head as invisible fingers brushed through her hair. "Stop it, you."

Harry chuckled and said, "Sometimes being invisible has its perks."

Hermione had begun to think that Snape had changed his mind. They had many rounds before she heard the Irish accent bid everyone hello. She looked up and startled slightly. He was handsome. It was an odd mixture of Severus and the imaginary Darach. She could see the Severus in him, but if she didn't know that it was Severus, she would likely have never known. He had changed his hair back to the dark blonde color, and his eyes were once again stormy blue. "Hi," she said breathlessly. She suddenly wished that she had charmed herself as she had the week before.

"Rolanda, Hermione," he said cordially. He held out a hand to the witch. She took it quickly, not even looking to her drinking mate. Severus smirked. She really wanted him, didn't she? "You look lovely tonight," he said softly. To his horror, he meant it. She hadn't charmed herself, but she had dressed up nicely. He was going to see how it felt to bed Hermione Granger as she was. He noted that her cleavage line wasn't as enticing as it had been the week before, but it held its own temptation in its natural state. Ha! So she had charmed her body for their last meeting. But, why not this time?

"You look lovely as well." She blushed profusely. "Sorry. I mean to say, you look handsome, Darach."

"Thanks. Where is your room, my dear?" he asked, eager to get her disrobed and trembling beneath him. Her hair looked nice once slightly tamed. Her face was made up lightly, but one who didn't know her would think it was natural. Damn! She was wearing that enticing perfume again. He would really have to ask what scent it was.

"Follow me," she said, leading him up the stairs and down a long hall to her room. "Here we are. Rolanda is just across from here." She unlocked her door and let him pass by while she closed the door. As soon as she closed the door and turned to him, he pounced on her, pushing her up against the door. "Oh, my," she breathed before his lips met hers.

The kiss was intense and delicious, just as he'd recalled since their last meeting. He had her pinned against the door with his body and used his hands to begin undressing her while keeping their kiss going. Her little tongue and lush little lips were warring with his own, causing him great excitement. If she could tempt him like that with a kiss, what could those lips do should they travel down to his...? "Yes," he hissed suddenly as she boldly groped his erection.

Her neck arched slightly, and he took that as a cue to suckle upon it. He obliged hungrily, inhaling her scent. He successfully unfastened the clasps on her dress, and it fell away, leaving her clad in nothing but her shreddies. Dark, green silky material he noted as his hand made its way over her bra. He peeked down at her breasts for a moment. Lovely. Even though they weren't charmed, they were still enough to keep his hands busy. He put a hand on each breast and rubbed erotically, allowing her nipples to harden.

She gasped slightly and tightened her hold on his cock. Hermione's eyes opened, and he stared into them for a few moments. Yes, he could see why Potter would want her. She wasn't just Granger, a sidekick to Potter. She was Hermione, a tempting woman. The young witch was very responsive, passionate, and not hard to look at. And, for the second time this week, she belonged to him. "What the...?" He couldn't believe it. Her sexy bra and matching knickers were Slytherin green, and there were small silver potion vials plastered throughout as decoration. He questioned the witch with a raised eyebrow.

"I...my colleague and old Potions professor. I had these made since our last meeting. It was a complete turn on with you sounding like him," she said, flushing slightly. "I really thought they were cute."

"Cute," he repeated. What a disgusting word! Potions and cute did not go together. However, it was...endearing in a way that she would have more knickers designed for her own amusement. These favored him and his potions instead of Potter and his ruddy snakes. He stepped away from her, pointing his wand at his throat. "How is this?" he asked, once again speaking in his own voice.

"Fucking sexy," she said, pulling him back to her for another scorching kiss. He allowed her to begin unbuttoning his shirt and trousers while his hands expertly caressed her body. It appeared that the only part of her body that she had charmed last week had been her breasts, not that it mattered now. She was enticing nonetheless. Her robes hid her lovely form very well. Blasted clothing! He pulled away to unbutton his cuffs, but instead, he impatiently grabbed his wand to charm his clothes away, save his underpants.

It was Hermione that raised an eyebrow this time. "I remembered that you said you were a Gryffindor," he murmured by way of explanation. His underpants had been something he'd debated on all day, and he'd finally decided to do something nice for the woman he was tricking. He would wear her wretched old house's colors. It had been easy to change the color from black to crimson. The silver threading had been a bit tricky, but he'd been able to switch it to gold in the end. "Forget our underwear, Miss Granger. I want to be inside of you. Any objections?" He waved his wand, and they were both left naked.

"No," she said quietly, stepping into his arms. He picked her up easily and made his way to the bed. Once he laid her down, she said, "Darach, maybe we sh..."

"Let me be whomever you'd like. Call me Severus," he instructed. He crawled over her slowly and bent his head down to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to have you twice tonight, Miss Granger. Are you willing?"

"Yes," she whispered back.

"Excellent," he said seductively. "I aim to please." With that said, his tongue snaked out to lave her earlobe. She whimpered and twitched under him just the way he liked it. He nibbled, licked, and sucked his way down to her collarbone, her chest, each breast, her stomach, her thighs, and then to her treasure. No. His treasure. All of her belonged to him. His fingers had already been working to loosen her, and his little witch was already wet for him. He needed only to slide in to have her, but he wanted to show her pleasure. For some reason, it was very important that he make her fantasies come true. He decided to play the part of the professor for a bit.

Laving at her crux until she began arching into his mouth and pushing him through his hair, he brought her near climax before pulling away. "Tell me, Miss Granger. What is the most important part of a Billywig as a Potion ingredient?" His tone was the exact one that he used with his students in class.

"Wh-what?" she asked, stunned.

"Tsk. Tsk. Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger. Need I repeat myself again?" he asked, sneering slightly.

"Their stingers," she answered finally, panting slightly.

"Finally," he scoffed. "I should take more points for having to think about it. I would have expected more from our resident know...er...cleverest witch of the age." Shit! He'd almost called her a know-it-all. That would not have bode well.

She smiled. "You do him so well."

He nodded and grinned evilly, going back to her folds. As in their previous meeting, she was nicely clipped and partially shaved. It was quite pleasing. He wondered idly if he should perhaps groom his own pubic area? It seemed so much neater. He mentally shrugged the thoughts away as he inhaled her scent. She had sprayed that blasted perfume on the lower part of her body as well. He loved the smell, but he was a bit disappointed. He wanted to smell and taste her natural scents and juices. She had no taste as last week. Undoubtedly, she had used another cleansing charm on herself.

Next time he would tell her to not use one. NEXT TIME? This would likely be it. There would be no next time. For Darach and certainly never for him. Would he want to continue this? Yes, he would, if it would remain this way. It wouldn't do for her to know that he was this fake gigolo. "Don't stop!" She screamed. Her sensual plea and the tone of her needy voice allowed her to come to full climax this time. He'd intended to pull away again, but he didn't want to be cruel. Besides, his cock was aching with hardness and needed to be satiated quickly. "Severus," she hissed in a whisper as she came down.

He growled before kissing those lips that had called out to him. Good Lord! What was she doing to him? He had hoped she would call to him, and his heart leapt when she had. Severus had longed to hear her lips utter his given name again. He shook himself mentally. This was no way to act. Not towards her. Not for her. Potter's groupie. Right then. He slid a hand down to her succulence and spread it over his erection to lubricate himself. Severus moved over her to position himself. "Are you ready for me?" he asked quietly. She nodded jerkily. "Open your eyes," he instructed.

"No, I want to pretend that you are him. I want to keep my eyes closed so that I can imagine his hands and mouth upon me. His body becoming one with mine. Just let me hear you and feel you," she said hoarsely.

"As you wish," he said silkily. No woman had ever said such a thing to him or about him. Why her? Why him? What did she really want? Did she feel more than she had admitted? Would that make a difference in the way he saw her? No, he thought sadly. I could never approach her as myself. This was likely just some act anyway. Sod it. He had other things to be getting on to. He found her opening and began to slowly inch in. He saw Hermione bite her lip and suck in a sharp breath. She was holding it as he moved in.

Severus pulled back slightly, noting the smoothness of his stroke, thanks to her extreme wetness. He pushed all the way in, deeply, groaning as he did so. He felt, as before, like he had found his way home. She released the breath in a rush of whimpers, and her legs automatically found their way to fit snugly around his back. He began moving within her and dared not close his eyes. He kept his eyes trained on her face, her closed lids, and her mouth. He didn't want to miss it if she looked at him. Her expression changed from semi discomfort to open enjoyment.

He could feel her breasts crushing against his body as he moved in deep, rapid successions. The little minx had learned his strokes and moved with him, pulling back and pushing forward as he did. She was squeezing him internally with her already tight encasement. Severus wouldn't be able to take much more of this. He began to grunt with each slam into her body. "Don't stop," she said softly. "Come for me. Call me Hermione."

"Yes," he agreed and pounded into her relentlessly. He could feel her begin to convulse inwardly as she squeezed his cock through her climax. She bucked against him wildly, clawed at his back, and called out for him again. This was his undoing. A few final thrusts saw his release. "Ungh. Yes. Hermione. Goddess. You feel so right."

"I know," she whispered, eyes still closed. She pulled his sweaty body to lay flush on top of hers. "Stay for now. Please."

He kissed her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. "Miss Granger? Hermione?" Hell, what should he call her? She opened her eyes. "You are brilliant."

"You too, Severus," she said softly, kissing his lips. "Sorry, Darach. It's just so easy to think of it as being him here with me."

"How long have you wanted him?" he asked, nearly a half an hour later. They now lay spooning under the light duvet. "It can't be just for the last couple of days."

She sighed. "You are right. I didn't want you to know the truth about my infatuation, I suppose." She turned to face him, placing her cheek against his chest. He tightened his hold on her. "Three years. Since the end of my last year at school. It's why I never really slept with anyone before now. They just wouldn't compare."

"Except your snake friend."

"Well, yes and no. I really didn't want to be with him." She sighed softly. "Those underwear really weren't for a Parselmouth to enjoy. They were made for the Head of Slytherin and his snakes. If one was to whisper his name and title, they would unclasp. It's him that I fancy."

"Why?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh, different reasons. I used to worry about him. He had grown quite thin, rarely ate at meals, and I doubted he slept much, being a spy for us. He would go out nearly each day to put himself at risk out of loyalty to our headmaster. For us all actually." She licked one of his flat nipples languidly before continuing. "My worry turned into affection. It was only then that I noticed more than his bravery. His eyes are black. It's like you can look into them and fall into nothingness. It's scary and exciting at the same time. His hair, though a bit oily, frames his face handsomely. I'm not sure if he styles it himself, but it's of perfect length and shape."

Bravery? Well, hell yes. He was brave, and it's about damn time one of the members of the Golden Trio admit it. So, she did know how much he'd sacrificed for them, and she even went as far as to appreciate it. Why? His eyes narrowed slightly. He'd never been nice to her. Ever. Even now that they were colleagues, he made sure to project a surly attitude towards her. She worried about me, and her worry turned to affection. His eyes were scary and exciting? His hair framed his face handsomely? What the fuck was all this? "Hermione, is he what you would consider a friend? Does he know?" Hahahahaha! He would find out the answer to all of his questions.

"I could never approach him. He doesn't like me much. It would be likely that he would be suspicious of my motives and cast me aside. Well that, and he also hates my best friend. He's not a friend to me. He's quite hateful at times, but you have given me a great fantasy. I don't pretend to think that things will ever change, and I am afraid this will have to be enough, until I find another lover to enchant me as he has for the last three years."

"Do you love him?" he asked incredulously. He hoped not. He might actually feel a little guilty about it.

"Of course not," she said immediately. "I don't know him well enough to love him. Not really love him. But, he does venture into my thoughts all the time. I wonder if he's eating enough, sleeping enough, seeing any women, what it would be like to kiss him, to make love to him, and how it would sound for him to call my name out." She kissed his chest lightly. "Thank you for giving that to me. I love the thought of loving him, but no, I can't say that I am in love with him. I would never set myself up for such a fall."

He had to get out of here. He needed to think about this. Severus suddenly felt some sort of...guilt wash over him. He'd taken advantage of her. Twice now. It was wrong. He moved to get away from her limbs and body. "I have to go."

"No, please don't. Not yet," she pleaded, trying to hold him to her.

"I just...I have to think about this, Hermione. Let me go," he pleaded. She bit her lip and nodded. He moved away from the bed and began to summon his clothes to him. "It's not you," he said quietly. "It's me."

"What have you to think about? Did I hurt your feelings by talking about another man to you?" she asked softly.

"No. Yes. That's it. I feel as though I have stolen something from you." He quickly cleaned himself and used magic to put his clothes on. "I'm sorry."

Just as he reached the door, she said, "Wait!" He paused, but he didn't look back. "Your galleons are on my dresser."

"Keep them, Hermione. Consider your words as payment enough." With that said, he swept out of her room. On the other side of her door, he leaned back against the frame. What had he done? He felt...horrible. The poor girl...no! She had paid a man to deflower her. That was not his fault. If he hadn't taken Rolanda up on her idea, she would have said those things to a stranger. A stranger that may not have taken care to treat her as she deserved to be treated for her first couple of sessions in the ways of love. As he began to stride off, he saw the door across the way creep open just a bit. He heard Rolanda's voice.

Severus smirked to himself. She was carrying on wildly. "Must have found a bloke or chit to spend the night with her," he mused aloud. He took two steps and stopped. Potter. Harry Bloody Fucking Potter was in there with her. He listened to what they were saying, quietly moving closer.

"I'll say," Rolanda laughed. "Been on about him for a long time. Hope she's enjoying it."

Harry laughed. "After he had her last time, she never stopped smiling. I'd say the bastard knows what he's doing all right."

Severus' brow furrowed. What was Potter doing here? Wasn't Hermione and Rolanda supposed to be keeping away from him? Potter knew about the gigolo? What the bloody hell was going on around here?

Rolanda said, "You're telling me. All she says was that he was bloody brilliant. Sort of made me wonder about it as well. I told Severus that I needed some Polyjuice Potion, but I didn't say for what. I intended to make myself into him to have a go at Hermione if she'd be game, but I might turn myself into Hermione and have a go with Severus."

The pair laughed loudly. Potter said, "I just hate that we had to stage all of this to get him to sleep with her. I've told her over and over to find someone worthy, but she keeps on with her Snape this and Snape that. Fuck, I don't care if he looks a bit tired."

They knew. The lot of them! They all knew. Hermione knew he was not Darach. Rolanda and Potter had been in on it. They were now sitting around and laughing about it. Hermione had lied to him. Why had she said all of those things to him? He'd felt guilty for no reason! Something he'd not felt before about anything, and he'd let her pretty, fake words touch him. He pulled his wand and made his way back to her room. He put a few cloaking charms on his person to keep his presence undetected. She wouldn't hear or see him approach her. He opened the door and made his way to her bed. She was hugging his pillow and tears were gliding along her cheeks.

He jerked his extended wand away. Bloody hell. He'd been about to hex her. Why was she crying? Severus could feel the rage flowing through his body, and he wanted to lash out at her. Make her hurt for playing him for a fool, but something was keeping him from doing so. The girl in the bed below him inhaled the scent of the pillow. "It still smells like you. I'm so sorry, Severus." He backed away. She didn't know that he was here. There was no reason for her to lie now. She might have been telling the truth. As if in answer to his inner queries, she whispered, "I do love you. I just couldn't really let you know."

That did it. He had to leave again. He no longer felt guilty, but he felt...compassion. Something definitely foreign. Oh, he'd have his revenge. He would not let this lie for long. There were three people he would seek his vengeance on, and it would be sweet. He knew exactly what to do with Rolanda and with Potter. He left Hermione's room for the second time that night. Oddly enough, the door across the hall clicked shut quietly. A look in the hallway told him that he was alone. He thought he saw the back end of a cat go around the corner. Great! He never did like sleeping or eating here. Some of the people that came through were nothing more than riffraff, and they just let their pets wander about to wreak havoc on whatever they chose to.

Severus Apparated to Knockturn Alley. He had a score to settle. He would settle two scores the next day: Potter and Granger. Rolanda would get her comeuppance as soon as she tried the Polyjuice Potion that he'd begun to brew for her. The witch! She'll never trust him again, and she will learn her lesson about double-crossing him.

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Harry made his way out to the Quidditch Pitch for his Sunday morning flight. The air was crisp and fresh, and the slight breeze blew through his untidy hair. A day such as this made him happy to be alive. Surprisingly, he had no hangover from the binge the night before. He'd passed out on Rolanda's couch in her room at some point. When they awoke, Hermione was gone. He hadn't seen her since but shrugged it off to needing some rest. I guess old Snape really let her have it! He chuckled to himself and straddled his broom.

When he tried to lift off, nothing happened. He tried to get off of his broom, but he couldn't. "What the bloody hell?"

"Oi, Potter. Fancy meeting you here," a drawling voice said.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked. It had been a long while since he'd seen Draco. The last he'd heard was that Draco was traveling abroad.

"Well, I've come to see you of course." The arrogant blonde wizard pulled out his wand and hovered Harry off to a group of trees. "How does it feel to be stuck on your broom like that?" he asked, sniggering.

"You've done this? Why?" Harry couldn't get off, nor could he remove his hands. He was literally stuck to his broom. Luckily though, he was able to keep his balance, or he might flip over.

"You know why," Draco said with a smirk. "Missed me, did you? Been thinking about me, eh? Wishing you could have a look at me naked?"

"What? You're mental," Harry said, starting to laugh.

"Very good, Potter," Draco smirked. To Harry's surprise, he opened his robes slightly to point to an impressive bulge. "Just the thought of shoving something up your willing, tight ars-"

"Oi! What the fuck?" Harry asked, beginning to panic. Malfoy was serious. Draco Malfoy wanted to have sex with him! Bloody hell.

"Well, you told me to catch you just like this and pretend to be the bad guy. You would pretend to not want me, but you really look afraid, Harry." Draco stepped closer. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle. It's all in the lubrication and movement."

"Like bloody hell you will! Geroff!" Harry said, losing his balance. He flipped over upside down on the broom. His robes flying over his head, leaving his arse exposed. Was that a zipper he heard? "Malfoy, I didn't send you anything, I swear!" All it would take was a few magical maneuvers, and Draco would have him right where he wanted him. Harry decided to plead with his long time nemesis turned friend. "Really, Draco. I swear. Let me up."

To his surprise, he dropped to the ground with a loud thud. "What do you mean? Didn't you send this?" Harry looked up in time to see the blonde pull out a parchment. "Have a read." He shoved it at Harry.

Dear Draco,

I've been doing some thinking, and I remembered a comment that you made sarcastically. It was after Ron had said something stupid. You laughed and said, "Well, fuck me flying! The boy is a genius."

Wouldn't it be interesting to try it out? You are my closest friend, of sorts, that goes on either side of the pitch, so I am requesting that we try this out. If you are interested, I will be at the Quidditch Pitch tomorrow morning for my Sunday ride. Why don't you come on down?

You could be the bad guy while I maintain the pretense of the trapped good guy. I have always wished to see you naked, and I have been missing you. If you don't want to come, then don't, and please don't tell anyone about this. Either way, I'll still be on my broom tomorrow morning. You can stick it to me or not. Your choice.

Friends and hopefully more,

Harry

Harry looked up at Draco in shock. "I did not write this, Draco. I swear."

"Of course you did," he said huffily, throwing his robe to the ground. "Er...maybe we should go into the forest a bit," he suggested.

"No. I don't want to do this," he said. "Really. I didn't send this, Draco. Someone is playing a foul ruddy trick on us."

Draco zipped his trousers and buckled them back up. "You know, Harry, I don't appreciate you making me come out here. That is your seal on the parchment. Don't act like you didn't send it!"

Harry looked down at the broken seal. "No, it's not. Look. Those snakes are upside down! The Phoenix beak is all wrong."

Draco shrugged on his robes as he looked. "Someone was just fucking with me then? That is horrible. I'm embarrassed. I thought you really wanted... Forget it."

"Wait! Draco!" Harry called after the blonde, but his friend kept going towards the castle. "Stop!"

Finally, he turned around. "Harry, if I had put the Silencing Charm on you as I had planned, I would have thought that your attempts to fight me off were part of the plan. I would have...attacked you. I don't like being the arse of someone's joke."

Harry nodded agreement. "Hell, me either. I'm really sorry."

"So am I," Draco said. "I'll see you later."

Harry watched him leave. Damn! Who the hell would do such a thing? It had to be someone that knew him well. Someone that knew Draco well also. Ruddy practical jokers! Hell, if he hadn't known better, he'd say it was the job of a Weasley! He'd never play another joke on anyone again. That was just too scary. Harry paused. Snape. Had Snape found out about his part in their prank? Nah. Couldn't be. Regardless, he wanted no part of Rolanda's schemes any longer. It was no fun being the arse of someone's joke.

Draco made his way to the castle. He moved up to the second floor, stepped into an empty classroom, warded the door, and began to transfigure his clothing. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out the thick, penis-shaped wedge of wood. Hahahahaha! Harry's face had been priceless! He actually thought that Draco Malfoy had a hard on for him. That was hilarious. His body began twitching and tingling. He put a hand in front of him to watch the transformation. The fingers lengthened and filled out as his true form returned. He'd cut it close.

After the transformation was complete, Draco Malfoy had gone, and Severus Snape had returned. That Polyjuice Potion that he'd bought from Knockturn Alley had really come in handy. It was priceless. Hopefully, Potter would learn his lesson from this. Maybe he wouldn't play a joke on anyone else in the near future. He did wish, however, that he could be a fly on the wall when the pair did meet again. Young Malfoy would have no idea what he was talking about. Hahahahaha!

Now, it was time to pay a visit to his witch that claimed to fancy him. She wanted to know how it felt to be with Severus Snape. He would bloody well show her. He'd been up nearly the entire night thinking about everything that she'd said, and he'd been trying to search his soul. Could he care for her? Would he bother? Was she worth it? He would never wear his heart on his sleeve. NEVER. "Fancies herself to be in love with me, does she? Well, let's just show her the real Severus Snape."

He stalked toward her chambers and instructed her portrait to let her know that he wished to visit. A few moments later, a tousled headed Hermione appeared behind the portrait. "Se...Professor Snape. What brings you to my chambers?" she asked, shocked to see him there.

"May I come in, Miss Granger?" he asked formally.

"Of course," she said, moving aside to allow him access. Once they were in her living area, he spun around on her quickly. She blinked in surprise. "What is it, sir?"

"You can drop the act, Hermione," he said coldly, crossing his arms in front of him. "Did you think that I wouldn't figure out that you knew it was me? I'm not as idiotic as you believed me to be." He smirked as she took a step back. "I must admit that I was fooled for a little while, but as I thought about it, I assumed that you knew. Were you trying to give me a subtle hint? Did Rolanda tell you right away? Was it something you had planned?"

"Severus, I just wanted to-"

"Yes, yes. You wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with Severus Snape, to have him call out your name when you brought him to a climax! I remember well." He stepped closer. "Do you still wish to know?" he asked quietly, eyes glinting.

"I...yes," she said.

He smirked triumphantly and pulled his wand from its sheath. "Where is your bedroom?"

"Just there," she said, nodding to a door behind her.

"Go on," he instructed. He would give her only one more chance to back out of this before he took her like Severus Snape would take her. Not some weak Darach bloke! He followed her to her room, enjoying the sway of her hips beneath her sheer nightgown. Once inside, he whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He nodded, and with a few waves of his wand, they were nearly completely undressed. She had on another pair of knickers with silver snakes for clasps. The coloring was a horrible pink. "Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." To his amazement, the snake unclamped, and the knickers fell to the floor. She hadn't been lying about that. He charmed away his boxer shorts, picked her up, and plopped her down onto the bed.

Instead of bringing his lips down to kiss hers, he opted to seduce her responses through ravishing her neck and breasts. She still faintly smelled of her perfume, and it excited him. She was his again. She wanted to be his. Severus Snape's lover. Nobody else had been with her before him or since him. Or, would be again? He had no idea and would not dwell on that. Not now. "Oh, yes," she whimpered, moving against him. His fingers delved into her and slid over her nub expertly, applying a fair amount of pressure.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I like it. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

"As you wish," he said, quickening his strokes and caresses, bringing his lips to press against hers for only a moment. "There you go. Come for me, Hermione."

"I will. I am. Severus! Oh my God, don't stop!" she arched wildly against his hand and fingers. "Severus." After her tremors passed, he rubbed his cock along her folds to lubricate himself. He deftly flipped her over. "What are you doing?"

He smacked her bottom lightly. "Face down, Hermione. Bring this up for me," he said, pulling her waist up. He spread her knees further with one of his knees before positioning himself to take her in his favorite position. He growled as he slid into her. "You little minx. Do you not realize how good you feel?" Without waiting for any response, he began pounding into her tender flesh to find his own release. He leaned over to steady himself with one hand while the other found one of her breasts. He nipped and suckled her shoulder and back. As he felt his climax approaching, he moved back up and guided her hips to meet his thrusts. "Ungh," he groaned with his final thrust. "Hermione!"

They collapsed in a heap on her bed. After he was able to breathe steadily, he moved away from her. "That, Hermione, is what it feels like to bed me and have me call out your name. I hope your fantasies have been fulfilled. It's been quite entertaining. I thank you." He made his way to his clothes and began to clean himself off.

"You're just going to leave me?" she asked in disbelief. Who would leave after such intensely sensual sex?

"Yes. Think about what it is you want, and think about what it is that I am able to give you. My heart isn't something I give lightly, and I can boast that nobody has ever owned it. Can you live that way? Do you want to rut with me like this often? Dare you try to get to know me, the hateful bastard?" he asked, part of him hoped that she would say yes.

"You tried to bed me without me knowing it. How does that make you better?" she asked, rising from the bed to grab her own wand. She cleaned herself and summoned her gown to her.

"You were a pawn in a little game, Hermione," he spat. "How does that make you feel?"

"Horrible, I suppose, but I knew that already. I don't care."

"But, you do care. Is that not what you told me last night?" he asked, buttoning his robes.

"I do."

"Then this," he gestured to himself, "is whom you care about. Think on that. You know where my chambers are should you want to talk. Good day, Miss Granger." Severus stormed out of her chambers smiling, leaving Hermione standing there with her mouth open. He knew it was cold, but he had to do it. If she truly fancied him, then they needed this to happen to clear the air. There would be no false pretenses between them. He wasn't a lovable, pleasant man. It was best that she realized that now before she got hurt. "Two down, and one to go," he said aloud, thinking of Rolanda's punishment.

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Minerva shook her head sadly as Severus walked past the spot that she and Albus were hiding behind. "Do you see, Albus? We shouldn't have meddled in their affairs!"

"No, my dear. We've done the right thing. He wants her, and that is his way of telling her. I'm sure she will see it before all is said and done," Albus said wisely.

"I still say that I shouldn't have charmed that door to open for him to hear the two. You saw how he reacted! When you followed him into Hermione's room, you said he nearly hexed her," Minerva said, clearly distraught.

"But, he didn't, and I wouldn't have allowed it. You know that. I think Hermione has a lot to think about, don't you?"

"Yes, and you were right to set up Severus to think that I was concerned about some trickery that Rolanda was up to."

"Exactly right. Now, he will come to you for a chat about it. You can give him advice in Hermione's favor. I shall do the same if he comes to me," Albus said happily. "Should Hermione seek out your advice, give her some in Severus' favor."

"I shall. I just don't like this eavesdropping, manipulating, and snooping about. I hate to meddle with their lives just because we think it's a good thing," she said tartly.

"My dear, Minerva, if I didn't meddle in their lives, what else would they call me? I couldn't be known as a non-meddling, old fool, now could I?" Albus' eyes twinkled brightly. It was about time that Severus finally saw the way Hermione looked at him. He needed her in his life whether he would admit it or not.

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A/N: Sorry this second bit took so long to get up. I hope you have enjoyed the second part to my second gigolo challenge answer. Please review and thanks for reading. I'm happy to entertain. I think the story does well to end here, but I am a crowd pleaser. Also, a thanks to June W for the idea about her knickers unclasping for Severus with only a few words.

What would you like? This is sort of a happy ending. You can assume it to be either way you'd like. Let me know. I'll do whatever you like. Want some more mean Severus? Want to see what happens to Rolanda? Want our lovers to fall in love?