The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

Hello darlings, I have been drowned in exams&assignments...but I finally wrote his chappie..enjoy and let me know what you think.


Hermione detested the silence in the dining room. Why had it to look so normal when everything around was wrong? Why had he to leave so suddenly? What if she was given to another Death Eater who’d not spare her from torture? She could bet that no one else would be as caring as Severus, even though his caring was subtle, it her feel good.

The little elf came and changed the course, but she didn’t feel much like eating. She stabbed the poached salmon fillet and took a small bite. Of course, the food was exceptionally good, she knew that the elves usually took the outmost care in everything, but right now she felt not hungry at all, even though she had to regain her strength for the uncertain times ahead.

‘Does Miss not like the food? What can I bring you instead?’ Dimwit asked her, shifting from foot to foot. He was clearly nervous; the poor elf possibly was going to punish himself in some way. Hermione didn’t want the poor little creature to suffer, so she smiled at him reassuringly.

‘I think I’m not hungry anymore. Do you know where I’m allowed to stay while I wait for Master?’ she asked the creature, hoping he’d not show her to a dungeon.

‘Would Miss like to see the library?’ the elf asked.

‘Am I allowed to? Her yes lit up, it had been so long since she’d been in a library.

‘Yes, Master said you can…’ the elf answered, now looking a bit more cheery.

‘Then please show me where it is. I’d be very happy to read something.’ She stood up from her chair, but her fingertips lingered for a moment on the petals of the dark lilies. The flowers reminded her of Severus, in a way. He too was dark, unusual and handsome in his own way. If he’d come back and her life would turn into this almost normal route, she’d be a quite happy witch.

On the way to the library the elf was chattering about all the books she could read and how he’d help her to find anything she’d want. It was just too normal, she didn’t feel like a prisoner, she felt like a valued guest. She knew it was wrong to feel so good and not try to escape, but what could she very well do? No wand, a warded mansion…and she still hadn’t devoured the incredibly attractive potions master.

Her heart began to flutter when she entered the library. Rows and rows of books, so many she was sure she’d not be able to read in a year. Warmth was seeping from the blazing fireplace, a pair of comfortable stuffed armchairs and footstools aligned invitingly at a large low table, not far from it a catalogue drawer. Forgetting all propriety she hurried to the catalogue, just to see what was available for her to read. After perusing the available titles for a while, she decided to pick a light read and chose a book discussing the use of ashwinder scales in untraditional potions.

Dimwit had already placed a tray of tea and pastries on the table, she thanked him and sunk into a chair and began to read. Such a homely feeling. If only Severus was there with her, life would be perfect.


*’*
The Dark Lord had watched Severus careful all evening. It did surprise him that the usually sour and unkempt looking Potions master seemed much more relaxed and even happier. To add to that his power seemed to be perfectly balanced and even improved.

Tom had never been a good person. To give his best man a very dangerous creature, as he like to refer to the little pretty Mudblood, was perfectly normal to him, even knowing that if Tom’s speculations about her would be true, Severus might have been already close to a painful death.

A rare, ancient text had given him a clue why Potter had been so strong in the fight. Potter was the one receiving the love of the Woman of Destiny, or as Muggles refer to the phenomena, Femme Fatale. Such a woman is born once in a century and she can change the destiny of powerful men. Her power is not platonic; it only works when she chooses a man whose power is appealing to her. So a lesser wizard would have no chance of ever bedding her.

At first the reason for abducting the Mudblood was to bait Potter, but Tom had never suspected that it would reduce Potter to a sobbing and begging heap, pleading that if the Dark Lord would give him back his Hermione, he’d join his ranks and do whatever he wished. That got on Tom’s nerves, so he just killed the boy. At least an enemy should die with some dignity.

Slytherin self-preservation instincts didn’t allow Tom to take her for himself, but he had marked her as a full Death eater, as the witch would be priceless to maintain his reign. She just needed the right persuasion.

The next important thing was that she shouldn’t reject or be taken away from the wizard of her choosing. He had researched a bit about her affair with Viktor Krum, the Quiddich star. Many sources revealed that he had been begging her to marry him and move to Bulgaria and attend Durmstrang, but she had rejected this idea and broken up with him. Now the man was a sales assistant in a Quidditch supply shop, unable to play at all.

This fate made Voldemort shudder. He didn’t want to end up as a vagabond. Obviously, the snarky git Severus had been able to rouse some sort of compliance in her. When Tom had watched her trough the eyes of his falcon, she had looked perfectly shaggable. Her eyes were clouded with something, though, possibly a lust potion. Oh, it would be so interesting to see Severus suffer after she realises what he’s done to her. A bit of entertainment is never amiss, right? Especially one of the deadly kinds.

‘So, Severus, are you enjoying our adventure tonight?’ the Dark Lord asked, amused by Severus scowl.
‘I am pleased that you found it enjoyable, my Lord.’

‘Well, I got to give in to our dear Lucius sometime. Too bad the resistance nowadays consists only of a few squibs…’ Tom sighed, lazily eating his dinner.

‘But I think it was rather fun to send them, confounded, to the Isle of Wright with a few broken brooms. Too bad that these squibs were from families we knew…’ Lucius Malfoy drawled, smirking contently at remembering the squibs’ demands.

‘Still, your missive sounded more important than that. But I do not hold it against you, every attempt at resistance to me is of importance.’ The Dark Lord replied in a bored tone, slowly entering Severus’ mind.

First Tom saw Severus prepare the potion that was nothing interesting; he moved forward and found what he was interested in. The little Mudblood straddling Severus in fiery passion, a sight which was something rather appealing to Tom. However, he didn’t get long to enjoy it as he felt Severus lightly push him out of his mind.

‘How is your pet doing?’

‘She is well, according to the circumstances.’ Severus replied, trying to surpress his distaste about the dark Lord’s curiosity.

‘Surely, you’re more pleasant once you get laid, Sev, old boy,’ Lucius smirked at Severus, winking suggestively.

‘Oh shut up, Malfoy, I’m not going to get into discussing your sex life with the Muggle floozies, ‘Severus huffed.

Tom chuckled a little. It was always so entertaining to listen to the childish arguments of his best men, especially since Lucius was a bit nuts since Azkaban. And Severus being distracted was quite welcome to Tom as it gave him the opportunity to once again have a look at the little vixen. Yes, he definitely agreed that black and silver were her colours, but he was looking forward to see her naked. If only he hadn’t these European Union leader meetings in Brussels, starting from tomorrow and lasting for two weeks he’d try out the allure of the woman of destiny. Alas, establishing his power in the world was more important than a romp with a hot woman – a Dark Lord has to have his priorities set straight.

*’*

Severus returned to his mansion fuming. How dare the dolt Lucius call him to an interrogation of dissidents when it’s only a bunch of drunken squibs who request to be eligible to attend Hogwarts? And why the hell was the Dark Lord playing along with Lucius? True, Voldemort had invaded Severus mind several times, the attempts to push memories about the France visit in the front, but the memories about his pet were always extracted with meticulous precision. Resistance was futile when it came to the Dark Lord.

After questioning the house elves about the whereabouts of his pet he strode to the library, but stopped when he saw her. She was an ethereal sight, so beautiful and innocent, her cheek resting against the wing of her chair, a silver blanket fallen from her shoulders, an open book still clutched in her small hand.

He didn’t want to wake her, she looked too sweet and he didn’t want to try to stop her wanton behaviour either. Maybe sleep diminished the effects a little? But he had liked her kisses. Her uninhibited longing for him and her raw passion had really molten him into a puddle of no resistance.

With a sight he tried to shake of the sexual thoughts and silently called for a house elf to bring him a glass of fire whiskey and his potions journal. He didn’t want to leave the library yet, it felt just too homey.

He was halfway trough his drink when she began to stir, and once he got into her sight she was sitting in his lap in a matter of seconds.

‘Oh Severus, I was so scared that you’d not come back...’ she whispered in a seductive tone, raining little kisses over his neck.

‘No need to worry…I know how to take care of myself.’ He tried to move his head away from her searching lips, but to no avail, she focused her ministrations instead on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and touching and kissing him there.

‘Maybe we should go to the bedroom?’

He tried this tactic to stop her advances, as he felt she was so intent to have her way with him right here in the armchair. He felt himself getting aroused under her skilled hands and mouth, but he couldn’t give in. she was under a potion’s influence. Later, when she’ll remember what she’s done she’d hate him. And that he didn’t want to allow happening. He wanted her to have natural desire for him, that her mind would willingly enchant him in her game of seduction.

‘Mmm…you will let me play with you in bed, Severus?’ she purred as she nibbled at his earlobe.

‘You’ll see…’ he took a deep breath when she finally stood up from his lap and looked at him with longing.

‘Okay. Where’s the bedroom?’ she latched on to his arm, having again the puppy dog expression.

For a while he pondered whether it’d be wiser to put her in a guest bedroom and sleep alone, but he had longed to have her in his bed. Even to hold her and feel her warmth would be enough.

His bedroom was lavish. An extra large ebony four poster bed was in the centre of the room, the candlelight making the silver satin sheets and emerald velvet comforter look very inviting.

She swiftly released him, kicked of her shoes and let her toes sink into the lush dark carpet. Then, she slowly, swinging her hips suggestively moved to the bed, then laid back on it, showing a bit of her shapely leg.

Severus was melting under her gaze, but he didn’t want to give in. as quickly as he could he unbuttoned his shirt and got out of his shoes, then got out of his trousers, standing there just in his dark grey boxers.

‘Come here my sexy man, I want you so much…’ her words came out like a moan.

It was pure torture for him, but he had to be strong. The girl didn’t know what she was asking for.

‘I’m going to have a bath. You can go to bed already.’ He turned quickly and strode to the bathroom, not looking at her.

The warm, foamy bath with pine and eucalyptus was relaxing severus quite well, he hoped that the little vixen had already fallen asleep.

‘Severus, can I rinse my mouth, please?’ came her sweet voice from the doorway. ‘I won’t look, I promise’

‘Fine, but make it quick.’

He sunk deeper in the tub, resting his head on the cushioned headrest and trying not to look at her. That was a difficult task, as the light was making her look almost nude, as the fine, white under dress showing her every curve.

‘Severus, I can feel how tense you are. I can give you a nice massage. Yes, you need that. ‘

He was about to object, but she was already kneeing in the side of the tub, her nimble fingers gently kneading his knotted shoulders.

He gave a stifled moan, it felt so good.

‘Yes, that’s it. I’m here to take care of you. You deserve the best.’

‘But what do you want? Tell me honestly.’ He felt that he was giving in to her.

‘I want you. For whatever reason, I feel an incredibly strong desire for you. If I can’t touch you I feel like crying. But now my veins are flooded by amazing warmth. Please, let me please you.’ Her hands felt so good on him, he was helpless from the need to have her closer.

‘But you will detest me the next morning after I had you.’ He tried to reason with her.

‘I give you my oath as a witch that I will never regret the time spent with you.’ He felt the magic swirl around him. Maybe she was still in her right mind if the oath took place? Usually such magic didn’t work if the one taking the oath was insane.
‘I need you, witch,’ he rasped out.

‘Your wish is my command,’ she ridded herself of the garment and stepped into the tub, sitting on his lap.

He finally gave in to her kiss and touch, revelling I the sensations of her and the warm, rippling water around him. She quickly found his hard length and impaled herself on it, moving slowly up and down.

She felt so good around him, with every thrust it seemed to him that they were joined as one. After what seemed an eternity, they finally climaxed together, it was the strongest climax he had ever had.

‘Did it feel good, Severus?’ she asked, still staying in embrace.

‘This was the best I’ve ever felt.’ He confessed truthfully.

‘Then I’m happy. I’m here to give you all the best I can. ‘The smile in her eyes was so sincere. No woman before had been like that to him, he had never felt so consumed by someone. He wanted to give the world to her. It didn’t matter to him that she was just a pet.