The Unexspected

Chapter Thirteen

(This is the first chapter I have really had to change a lot of the content, it didn’t make since with the rest of the story, so I did less editing of spelling and grammar and more of the story- so this might be much worse then the usual horrible)

“What?” Elizabeth was so confused, sitting there on the edge of the bed, she had the weirdest couple of days that her brain just wasn’t working.

“Do you not understand?” Severus’s brain was working fast, even though he knew she had done the right thing by lying, “You have endangered my cover even more!”

“What, how?”

“What happens if I’m in a meeting and one of the death eaters decides to come in here and play with my little sex toy-“ he was again cut off.

“Wait, deatheaters can come in here and just rape me?”

“They can’t rape you- but making you give them blow jobs and fingering you just for humiliation… that they can do. And if Lucius was smart, he wouldn’t have listened to a girl or Hogwarts rumors and he would have checked,”

“He didn’t though…”

“And what happens when a death eater comes in here, fingers you- and no only realizes that you lied to the Dark Lord, but realizes that I’m not fucking you!”

“Aren’t we only going to be here for a day or so-“

“Five days,”

“Okay, five days,” she continued, “if you stay with me, and put up a really good show. Couldn’t it be that we don’t get caught,”

“But if we do…” he said, thinking.

“Can’t you just pretend like your really jealous,”

“I am really jealous,”

“Well, according to this, you buying me thing- aren’t I your property? Can’t you tell them that I’m off limits? Wasn’t that the point to the bidding- that you get your own sex slave? Yours. Not one to share?”

“Well, yes…”

“I’m sure that will work for five days,” Snape could hear the unsure tone in her voice as she said this.

“Yes,” he told her, trying to make her feel better, “I’m sure that can work. And there’s even a possibility that I can talk the Dark Lord into letting us go back early,”

“And if not?”

“Then you are going to have a lot of make-up work in my class,”

Elizabeth laughed, she couldn’t believe he had actually made a joke. Severus Snape, one of the most stone-faced cold professors Hogwarts had ever seen made a joke! She opened her mouth to say something when-

There was a loud and demanding knock on the door, “Severus! I need to talk with you, open the door when you’re decent,”

Elizabeth had never heard this man’s voice before, but she had heard someone that sounded like him. She was given no time to think of who this person was though, because Snape turned from the door and looked at her.

“Elizabeth,” his voice a little shaky, worried she would question what he was going to ask and their cover would be blown, “Take off all of you clothing now,”

She looked at him like he was crazy, and opened her mouth to refuse, but she saw in his eyes that he didn’t want to make her do this, and that he would protect her- and there was no time to refuse. So she quickly removed her tattered white blouse and skirt, looking up at him, wondering if she needed to go further. Snape nodded and watched her take off her bra and panties out of the corner of her eye and he felt himself go semi hard at the sight of her.

Elizabeth felt very exposed and choked out, “What now?”

Quickly, Snape answered, “Lay down on the bed,” She did, and she felt chains attach to her wrists and ankles, pulling her hands above her head and her legs apart.

“I’m sorry,” Snape said in a low voice, not looking at her because he was sure he would want to jump her immediately. He walked to the door and opened it, “Goyle. What are you doing here? This better be quick,”

Goyle tilted his big ugly head and licked his lips, “Which they would have shown us a picture, my bid would have gone higher. Much… higher.” His eyes scanning down her body and he took a step into Snape’s room, “Then again, you knew what the little cunt looked like, didn’t you? Bet you wanted to ride that little slut since she became your student. A little extra detention,” laughing and clapping Snape on the back. “I’ll loan you a nice little slave outfit that would look amazing on her if you let me have a go,”

“I have my own outfits Goyle, plus I only get her for five days. Now state the reason you’re here unless you wish to be kicked out”.

“Message from the Dark Lord-“ Goyle started, though he stopped when he saw movement from the bed.

Elizabeth was bright here from Goyle talking about her like that, and being chained to a bed in such a position in front of him and Snape. Her leg had started to hurt because she wasn’t lying flat on her back, so she had shifted her body slightly so her leg didn’t hurt as much. Her eyes then looked over at Goyle, openly staring at her breasts. Snape also looked over at her for the first time.

Elizabeth looked away from the two men, feeling so weird and awkward.

“Your acting like a schoolboy who just discovered his fathers playwitch. Get on with your bloody message and get out,” staring at Goyle, his eyes had only stayed on Elizabeth for a moment.

“Huh? Oh, the message, right,” obviously not paying attention to what Snape said to him, “The Dark Lord wants you to bring her by on Thursday, and you can leave on Friday,”

“He wants to meet her?”

“He most likely wants to do more Severus, especially after he sees her. He also most likely wants to talk with her about Potter”.

Snape was furious, there is no way they were going to pull this off. Shit! “Is that all Goyle?”

“Apparently he also wants to keep her for that long because he wants to make a point to Dumbledore and his school that he has control. Make them wonder what’s being done to her. He doesn’t want you to contact anyone from the school or the Order during this time. He’ll talk to you about what you should tell them on Thursday,”

“What time on Thursday?”

“Eleven,”

“Is that all?”

“Yes Severus, but-“

“Then leave Goyle. Now.”

Goyle took one more long look at Elizabeth and left, closing the door hard behind him.

Elizabeth felt a shiver of fear run down her spine when he looked at her that last time- that scary lustful disgusting look in his beady eyes. Not to mention she was scared shitless of Thursday.

Snape stood there, looking at the door for a moment. Trying to regain his thoughts and he turned back to Elizabeth. Merlin. He had forgotten she was naked… he hadn’t prepared himself for it and was suddenly very glad he was wearing his typical long black cloak so she couldn’t see the straining bulge now taking place in his pants.

The night they kissed started to replay in his mind. Her hands on his skin, his own hands in her wonderfully soft hair, her lips gently caressing his own…

‘Fuck’, he thought to himself as his pants got tighter.

Snape quickly waved his wand and the chains that had been there only for show vanished and he walked over to her clothing and started to pick it up for her.

The second the chains were gone Elizabeth started to get under the covers to cover herself up. “What does that mean? I mean, will he really do something to me? Voldemort?”

Snape didn’t know what to say and he just held her dirty clothing in his hands and he sighed deeply.

Elizabeth knew what that meant and sighed, “so, I guess that means we have three days to decide what to do…”

Snape regained his voice, “these clothes are dirty from the dungeon you were in… I’ll get you some other ones,”

She nodded and waited, watching him go over to his dresser and wave his wand- obviously doing a spell so that the dresser knew what he was looking for, “This dresser is linked to all my clothing at my house, and I have some women’s clothing there,”

Jo laughed, getting a mental image from her third year of Snape wearing Neville’s grandmother’s green dress.

Snape rolled his eyes and got out a pair of gray sweatpants and a green wife beater, as well as a pair of panties with a tag still on them, and took them over to her. “Get no funny images, these all belonged to my wife, or other girlfriends I had before and after,”

“You… had a wife?”

Snape sighed deeply, “her name was Meredith. I’ll leave while you change,” he didn’t want to talk about it that night, he had so many other things to think about- and he went into the bathroom.

Elizabeth took the tag off the pair of panties and got out of the bed and put on the clothing. She looked in the mirror “He is taking advantage of this to get me into Slytherin colors,” she said with a small smile, knowing she would have done the same with him.

She waited for him to come out and realized he probably wanted some time to think and she yawned and got into bed.

Suddenly a realization came to her, the ribbon that he had given her. MS had been his wife.