The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

Whoa, a chapter which reveals a little about Voldie’s plans and then *drums* a good lemon! Please review!


After a few minutes, Hermione awoke, enjoying the tender caress she was receiving from Severus. She loved how tender his fingers were touching her, with such deep caring and passion, it felt as if it was another man, not the harsh potions master who was feared by everyone. This was a different man, her Severus. And she liked him this way very much.

‘I know you’re awake, sweet,’ his voice sounded so soft, letting her sigh in contentment.

‘Mmm…’ she snuggled more into him, ’I feel so good now…don’t wanna get up’ her attempt to pout only made him smile a little.

‘What was in the letter?’ he asked, trying to get distracted from her inviting body warmth.

‘Nothing,’ she sighed, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

‘One doesn’t pass out from nothing. You have to tell me, or else I won’t know how to protect you from harm,’ he said in a soft tone. He really didn’t want to lose this gorgeous woman if he could help it.

‘Take the letter and read it…just don’t let me go…’ she purred.


‘I can’t read it. It has a privacy charm on it. Only you can.’

‘Alright.’ She took the piece of parchment and skimmed over it once again.

Dear Miss Granger,

I hope you are well in the care of my loyal servant.

I am writing you to remind you that as of now, you are to be considered a junior Death Eater and not a slave; thus Snape is not allowed to harm you in ways which gives permanent damage.

If you regard your left forearm, you will see the honourable full Dark mark embedded on it. I will not summon you during the next two weeks; however, you are expected to attend the general meeting two Sundays from now. Then you will be given a mission to prove your suitability for my ranks.

I am expecting your reply regarding your current well-being and accommodation. Adolf will wait for your reply/

Lord Thomas Voldemort,
Prime minister of Great Britain


Hermione still couldn’t believe that she had gotten such a casual and polite missive from the Dark Lord. Since when was he Prime Minister? Then again, this was better than just getting an avada with no warning. And why the hell was he concerned about her well-being? Something foul was in the air about this that was absolutely certain.

She wanted to recite the letter to Severus, but the black insidious bird swooped again next to them and dropped the other missive on Severus head.

He disentangled himself from Hermione and ripped open the expensive parchement of the letter.

What was the Dark Lord on about? Telling him to ‘play nice’ and not maim the ‘pretty little new Death Eater’ was unheard of before, as Voldemort didn’t care for a pet’s welfare. And now he’s saying she’s a Death Eater. Well, that at least explained why she had been given the full Dark Mark. The mention of a mission she’d have to complete made him feel alarmed. It certainly would be something terrible.

However, the letter also said she is to receive a ‘home and office’ wand as soon as possible. That meant she’d not be completely defenceless. But her being a Death Eater caused additional problems for him. Under whose direct command would she be? He would add her to the list of recruits under his command. He couldn’t risk her landing in Lucius’ list, or worse, bed.

All these contemplations made his good mood vanish. He summoned two bottles of ink and quills to the breakfast table and went to sit down there.

‘It’d be better if you reply to your letter as soon as possible. The Dark Lord is not patient.’ He said, trying to sound indifferent. He couldn’t tell her how he felt, that he feared losing her. But wasn’t it so typical for the Dark Lord to dangle a toy in front of the waiting kid and then, when the toy is finally caught, take it away again?

‘Yes, I’ll write it right now…’ she stood up and proceeded to the table, eyeing cautiously the black falcon, which was still perched on her side of the table.

She felt the unease and discomfort coming from Severus. There must have been something in his missive which made his rather good mood go away. She’ll just need to figure out how.
Now, she needed to respond to her letter, how does one respond to Voldemort? With a shaking hand, she took the quill and wrote a short, and hopefully, acceptable reply. Once she was finished, the falcon took the missive from her hand, so carefully that his talons didn’t even touch her skin. Then the bird proceeded to Severus side, however, this time he took the missive and intently scratched a bit of Severus’ skin with his blade sharp talon and few away quickly.

Severus cursed at the annoying bird, such cheek from a feather pillow was rare, but what could he do? Killing his Master’s messenger would not sit well.

What could he do to better his mood? Brewing a few potions, preferably the mindless and easy ones, was always a good distraction. And he had to brew a few batches for the Dark Lord’s private use, so there’d be a good reason for it, too.
‘I will need your assistance in the lab today…’ his voice was silky, but sullen, as if there was something missing for his utter happiness.

‘I’m so excited to assist you! I’ve always thought that you’re so brilliant and now I get a first hand chance!’

Her excitement, even though he was sure was more hyped due to the potion he had given her, was rather pleasant, still. He had been solitary for such a long time, but these few days with her had made him think that he could very well tolerate, no, rather enjoy her company. She was like a spark of light in his dreary, organised world. True, he had thought about her a lot in the past, contemplating how he’d get the attention of this beautiful and smart young woman. Yes, young she was. He didn’t know how old she exactly was, but possibly either nineteen or twenty years of age.

Her sexual attractiveness was the matter which made him suffer the most. He wanted her, but only in the way that she wanted him with the same intensity. Administering the potion was his biggest mistake yet. He had thought that taking her with the false allure of the potion in her system would be so easy, but it wasn’t. He didn’t know where his ruthlessness had gone, he was a death Eater feared by hundreds of people, but regarding this girl he just didn’t seem to be able to be his usual cold person. She was like a warming flame, and only for her, he wanted to melt his iced heart just a little. No one would eve know, he thought as he watched how she meticulously prepared the ingredients for a basic, but effective pain reliever.

He had chosen a table far away from her in the lab, he didn’t want to trigger any potion induced affections right now. the silently simmering sound of the cauldrons made him more relaxed. He had always thought that the lab was the best place to get his mind clear.

‘Sir, could you please check whether I’ve done the brewing correctly?’ her sweet voice shook him out of his contemplation and mindless stirring of a potion which was actually supposed to be left to simmer now.

In a few long strides he had crossed the distance between them and stood behind her, not close to her body but rather a step away.

He watched as she stirred the potion, counting the clockwise stirs. There was one stir too much, so he put his hand over hers on the ladle and stirred in the right direction, without saying a word.

She stepped back, leaning into his strong, lean body. She liked the feel of him, he had the body type she preferred in a man. Burly gorillas had never stricken her fancy ash she didn’t want to get crushed. She rather preferred to be entwined into Severus’ long and slender limbs.

‘So, now the potion needs to simmer for an hour and then you can bottle it.’ He was now painfully aware of her closeness, and he attempted to step away from her, but he wasn’t quick enough, as she managed to turn around in a blink of an eye and put her hands on his shoulder. He was too startled to move, and it felt too good to have her so close, so he just stood there.
‘Did you know that potion making is so sexy?’ she purred, ‘the way you prepare the ingredients…it’s like you’re caressing them…and the precise stirring…it stirs me up inside.’ Her little hands wandered over his arms, her touch so scorching that he wished he had put on his frock coat to escape the addicting feel of her touch.


‘I want you, Severus,’ she purred when she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid her small hand over the exposed skin of his chest.

‘Why do you want me?’ he rasped, trying to discourage her wanton need. ‘I’m not a very attractive man…’

‘About that you’re so wrong. You’re so sexy…all these scars prove that you’re a true warrior…a powerful, admirable man.’ She whispered between feathery kisses to his scar littered chest.

How could he push her away after those words? She did truly want him and she wasn’t a trollop who was after his status.

She untied the sash of her dress and let the light garment slide to the floor.

‘I’m yours, Severus, take me…’

He looked at her deliciously perfect figure and the skimpy lace of her lingerie.

Slowly, savouring the feel of her skin he lowered a strap of her bra, caressing her tenderly, and then he unhooked the bra and let her luscious mounds break free. Cupping each breast in his hand, he teased her nipples with his thumbs.

‘Please, Severus…’ she begged breathlessly. His touch was pure torture of her senses.

‘What do you want, my sweet?’ he mumbled, kissing her neck in small, feathery kisses.

‘It’s too slow…’ she moaned and put his hand to the knickerless junction of her tights. She moved his hand closer to her hot and wet core.

‘I need you in me…to feel you fill me…please.’ Her plea was so desperate. Her small hands were already fiddling with the zipper of his trousers, she was glad he didn’t a belt with a tricky buckle on.

‘We can move to a more comfortable room…’ he purred, letting his hands wander over her body.

‘No, I’ve always wanted you to take me in your lab…the empty preparation desk right next to us is perfect for that…’ she whispered in his ear, shimmying down both his trousers and boxers, then stepping away from him and perching herself on the edge of the table, breathing hard and offering her body for him to devour.

To him, she looked like a goddess, enrapturing in her open need for pleasure. He couldn’t deny her. He would give anything to her. And now this was an exact real life copy of a fantasy he had harboured for so many lone nights.

His own need was overcoming him. He was painfully hard now and all he longed was to feel her tight channel.

‘Please, Severus, I’m burning for your touch,’ her moan urged him on.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and plunged into her hot core. He pulled her closer to him, capturing her lips whilst he thrust into her in a fast and hard rhythm.
Her soft moans urged him on; he ignored her nails digging into his shoulders, he wanted to be marked by her passion.

‘Oh, yes…harder, please…’ this plea was his undoing, he thrust into her with long and hard strokes now, he felt her tighten against him and her body quiver.

‘Severus!’ her cry followed her completion, soon followed by him bursting his seed into her womb.


Exhausted, she fell back to rest on the surface of the table. He untangled himself from her, afraid to crush her with his weight. It was the hottest session of passion he had experienced. Now he would never be able to look at his lab again with the same eyes.

After a few moments of rest he cradled her in his arms and disapparated to his bedroom, laying her gently on the covers.

‘This was so wonderful, thank you,’ she whispered, moving away a few strands from his eyes.

‘’I must thank you for this wonderful experience.’ He smiled at her with a genuine smile.

‘I feel a bit sleepy, though,’ she yawned and then smiled sheepishly at him.

‘Then let’s have a nap,’ he replied, muttering several cleaning charms and pulling a warm quilt over their bodies.

He would wallow in his guilt later. Even though he knew that her wantonness was caused by the potion, he had enjoyed every second of it. And he hoped she’d still like to repeat it once she is no more under the brew’s influence. With a content sigh he pulled her closer to his chest and closed his eyes, falling into a peaceful slumber.
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Hermione gets a rival in the next chapter..what will she do? Remember-reviews make me happy!