The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, but my Filchy-job made my real life so busy...hope you enjoy this....And let me know what you think.

By the way,I'm looking for a Beta for this....


She swirled the amber liquid in the glass slowly. This situation was highly unusual. She had expected that her enslavement would entail pain and cold dungeons, and not this. This situation reminded her of a sort of domestic bliss.

Heck, Snape did look too normal. She had never seen him look so informal. The button up shirt was slightly loose on his thin frame, top buttons open and the cuffs open, too. What surprised her the most was the colour of the shirt – ivory.
Overall, she would’ve said he looked handsome, if the situation would’ve been different. She was a toy, not a person, she reminded herself. There was no reason to feel even slightly attracted to him. But why did she want to feel whether his hair was really as silky it appeared and to get more of his scent?

With a sigh of frustration, she took a big swig of her drink. At first it burned her throat, but then it felt like syrupy warmth spreading inside of her. It must be the alcohol, she thought as she gulped another small sip. Suddenly she felt at ease, the world seemed a much better place now.

Severus had watched her lost in his own thoughts, fighting against his consciousness which reminded him that drugging the girl was evil and that he should take the drink away and smash the glass. But his selfishness won. He wanted her to want him.
The potion’s description said that it would trigger the person subjected to the potion to express their affections, triggered by the smallest sliver of appreciation the person might have had. He hoped it would be sparked by memories of his caring attitude back in cell.

Tonight he had taken extra care of his appearance, too. He knew he’d never be as handsome as Malfoy, but he still could look acceptable. His skin was less sallow and his hair so much better than during his tenure at Hogwarts. Severus wanted her to see him firstly as a man and lover and not her ex-professor and Death Eater.

The last time he had made an effort to look good for a woman had been when he still had been a student. He had tried so hard to put on his nicest school robes and had spent ages in the bathroom to make his hair look good, all that just to catch the attention of Lily Evans, who was the object of secret admiration. . However, his efforts went by unnoticed by Lily who had passed by him with a curt nod and joyously jumped into the arms of a very muddy James Potter.

How could he best the very popular, rich and handsome Pureblood? With intelligence? Lily turned out to be like most people, and chose the Potter brat. Severus had always wished that he would be the recipient of Lily’s adoring looks, but the only time she’d look happily at was when he let her copy his ideas on improving the Potions textbook.

Severus sighed deeply. Lily was past; he had a new future now, in the form of the gorgeous young Muggleborn. Right now she was slumped against the back of the couch, her hand trembling. Gently he extracted the glass from her hand and then he slowly moved her head to rest in his lap. He knew that according to the potion’s text she’d sleep for at least an hour. He was glad that it would take such a short time to make the potion work.

Severus, you cowardly bastard! How could you do that to her? the voice of conscience nagged him, but it was ignored quickly when he heard her elicit small mewling sound as he brushes his fingers against her cheek. She was now comfortably settled in his lap, her breathing even, a smile on her lips. If someone would look at them now, they’d think it’s just a happy couple resting together.

However, the truth was a bit harsher. Severus knew that giving her the potion wasn’t completely right, but it soothed him that it was not a free will removing potion. It rather enhances any possible desire. So it wasn’t that terrible. He could’ve put her under the Imperio.

He didn’t really know when exactly his obsession with the Muggleborn had started or why it had happened. Now he had such a wide choice of witches available. Ministry functions were extremely annoying for him. Witches of all ages tried to literally get into his pants. It didn’t matter whether they were almost close to a hundred years of age or not even fifteen yet. And they all wanted him because of his powerful position. When he was just the unimportant teacher, not one of those witches had paid the slightest attention to him. it didn’t take a Seer to predict what the witches were after. They wanted to become Mrs. Snape and enjoy all the ‘perks’ of being the Minister’s wife. For him it would mean endless parties in the house and his Gringotts account in constant use. But he was sure none of the witches had any trace of a brain. Not that he ever expected a witch to reach his intelligence level…and stir his cauldron correctly. And she made his loins stir, too.

Which sensible male would pass up an opportunity to have a pretty young woman? To Severus, she was prettier than a tribe of young veelas. Ever since her fourth year he was besotted. She had looked like a woman, not a girl, at that Yule ball. How he had wished he was in the place of that Krum or even the drool slobbering Potter. If Severus had been in their place, he would’ve taken her to a dark alcove and had his wicked way with her. On the other hand, it was good the boys had some chivalry; it gave him the chance to watch her dance all night, her hips swaying so enticingly.



If only he hadn’t been her professor, but a fellow student that day. He liked to have women younger than him, but he was no paedophile. The thought of touching a child was making him shudder. Just last week he had been talking to a French pureblood about some ministry business, as the man asked if Severus would allow him to introduce his daughter. True, she had curtsied perfectly, her English was acceptable, but…the little girl had been only 5 years old. Severus was a bit annoyed that he had to make introductions with such an unimportant person, but all had become clear when her father began to offer Severus a betrothal contract with the young girl, who was 5 years old at the moment. Severus had to snort when the eager a aristocrat reminded him that according to old French wizarding law he could marry her when she’d be 14. Severus had politely replied that he has to think about the offer as he had other candidates.

Yes, he agreed that it’s always best to pick a woman who is just going to bloom. But waiting nine years? For that he didn’t have the patience. It was easier to pick up a moderately used young hooker on Knockturn Alley.

But now he had a prize pet. It was still unbelievable to him. He had finally won over the Potters. He had Harry’s beloved now. It had been a little unnerving to see the boy crumble in front of Voldemort, but otherwise he had no loving feelings for the boy. Sure, he was Lily’s son, but it didn’t matter. If Lily had been his and they’d had a son… Severus was sure his offspring would’ve been so much better. Maybe he might try that at some point? See if his child would be just as insufferable as all the others? Maybe, he was becoming a sentimental fool, but he had played with the idea of seeing his offspring. It would in a way give him a piece of immortality, right?

He wondered whether the Dark Lord would ever approve of a Mudblood bearing Snape’s child, but on the other hand, there was no blood purity to lose and all that mattered to the Dark Lord was the magical ability of the witch or wizard and not the blood, really. Blood status could be a plus, but then again, people like Greg Goyle would never get a high post anywhere as he’s just as dumb as a plank.

But why should Severus think about his minions now if he had someone better to occupy him? He had felt her stirring more, so it meant she was going to wake up very soon. He knew he should’ve not given her the potion, but Merlin, he did want her to be a all affectionate. And it was a scientific experiment, he tried to justify it.
Finally, she was awake and was smiling at him with the brightest smile. With a slight yawn she ran her hand trough her hair, trying to straighten her slightly ruffled hairdo. Severus sat there mesmerized. She was like an alluring vixen, but still with the innocence of a kitten. He decided that he’d just sit still and see what she’d do.

‘’How could I have fallen asleep while being near such an amazing man?’’ she purred as she quickly moved to sit in his lap.

Her fingers trailed trough his hair, her eyes never leaving his. There was a twinkle in her eyes, one he had never seen before.

‘’I want to spend all the time with you, Master, you make me feel so happy…’’ she nuzzled his neck and breathed in his scent. ‘’I was being a very bad pet, just falling asleep like that. Will Master punish me?’’ she asked in a small voice.

‘’No, I won’t,’’ he managed to choke out,’’it has been a very tiring day for you, so it’s alright you fell asleep.’’ Well, he couldn’t actually tell her that she was like this now as he had given her a potion.

‘’Master is most forgiving. Master is the best!’’ she exclaimed and crushed her lips against his. The kiss was ardent, hungry, as if she had been starved for it. She nibbled his lower lip, asking entrance to his mouth. As soon as she had felt his lips open a little, her tongue snaked around his, deepening the kiss to the level of blissful passion.

Yes, Severus did certainly enjoy the effects of the potion. If he’d manage to limit her acting like a house elf, his life would be perfect.

But for now he’d enjoy her affections…he’d think later…