The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

Sorry, loves, I had a lot of things-not at all good ones-happening in real life. I hope you still like this chappy. The historical timeline of the Muggle world is adjusted to my story’s needs.

The Dark Lord was seething. How could he miscalculate something so gravely? The Woman of Destiny was a valuable asset-and he had given her away without thinking. But he hadn’t known the extent of her powers until a book had literally fallen into his hands. The dusty tome in the lush leather binding had caught his interest and the subject matter was extremely surprising. It was a book about Gwendolyn, Merlin’s wife.

The description had been captivating and enlightening, finally showing him the reasons why Potter had been so easily defeated. And why the Dark Lord himself had suffered from extreme sickness when he had marked her. One does not mess with this special woman. Every pain a man causes her will return to him in tenfold.

That he knew very well now, thanks to his experience. He hadn’t been so sick in years. But he had liked the hate she had radiated when he was marking her.

Her strong emotions had made him feel rather comfortable. He was sure now that she had a potential for being a very Dark witch. And after all the book had said, there was no doubt of it. A Woman of Destiny could choose her way and excel in it like no other wizard or witch. And she would only be willing to have a powerful wizard as her mate, not just any sap. In fact, she wouldn’t be capable to resist him. Their magic would connect, thus making him stronger as they mated.

In the past years, he hadn’t desired anyone. He just couldn’t imagine himself being with a lesser person. His minions were always trying to get into his good graces and it often meant that they attempted to grace his bed, too. Not only females attempted that, but men as well. All these glory seekers were rewarded with a nice bout of Crucio and kicked out of his presence.

Running his hand through his wavy dark brown curls, he wondered what kind of attraction she could feel towards Snape. Besides his intelligence, there was nothing a woman would want. Even the thought of the gorgeous female caressing the sallow skin of his second in command made Lord Voldemort shudder in rage. He was the only worthy enough to have her.

On a quick impulse, he summoned a quill and parchment and wrote a note that Severus was expected to attend the G8 leader’s weekend. Knowing how much Snape disliked Muggles, it was at least a slight bit of satisfaction for the Dark Lord. Before sending of the missive he cast the Mirror Vision charm on his eagle Adolf, hoping to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous woman who would change his destiny.

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Hermione was the first to awake in the early hours of morning, or so she presumed. Somehow, she felt that the gnawing compulsion to have sex was gone, maybe because she was fully sated, even slightly aching now.

She hadn’t really seen Severus so unguarded before. His face was softer now; the lines of worry had disappeared. Strands of his dark hair had fallen into his face, so she put them away, after that running her fingertips over his face in a gentle caress.

He smiled in his sleep and turned towards her. ‘You little vixen, you wore me out.’ He mumbled, but moved to kiss her neck.

‘Oh, Severus….I feel so safe with you… I know I sound silly…’ she snuggled into his shoulder.

‘You won’t have to fear anything when you’re with me. In fact, I have something to confess to you…’

Severus’ confession was interrupted by a house elf bustling into the room, followed by an angry looking bird, namely the dark Lord’s trustee, Adolf.

‘’I am so sorry, sirs, ‘the elf said, covering his eyes,’ the bird wouldn’t let me take the missive, but it kept on attacking me.’ The elf sobbed.

‘It’s alright, Dimwit, I understand the difficulty of this situation. You can go now.’ Severus said dismissively, feeling the bird’s talons sink into his bare shoulder.

Hermione had already disentangled herself from Severus, covering her naked body with the blanket up to her chin. She felt like she was watched from the side, she didn’t know where that came from, but maybe it was just the embarrassment of being caught in an intimate situation, be it by a bird and elf.

Severus read the missive quickly and got out of bed cursing. The Dark Lord wanted him to deal with a ‘sensitive matter’ in the Muggle political leader’s convent this weekend. It actually meant that he had to administer several types of Potions, to sway the Muggle make decisions in favour of the dark Lord’s idea. Of course, his Lordship couldn’t attend because he had a ‘questioning’ to oversee in Afghanistan. That in fact meant that some self-proclaimed Muggle terrorists would be on to a nice session of Muggle and magical torture alike.


He quickly dressed in his Muggle designer suit. He still couldn’t understand why everyone complimented on how well such a style fit him in his opinion; his thin frame was far from the ideal male form. That’s why he felt most comfortable donning his voluminous, billowing cape. That gave him a menacing quality he had perfected in years. This new ‘meddling with Muggles’ thing didn’t sit with Severus too well, but he had to do what the Dark Lord ordered.

What Severus wished now was that ay home with this witch. His witch. It still hadn’t really sunk in. she had been so sweet these days. Even now, when one look at her eyes proved the potion was out of her system she was being nice to him. Severus hoped it wasn’t the Stockholm Syndrome which made her act that way. .he had been as respectful as a man could get in this situation. Technically, he hadn’t used her for sex. She had begged him. it was different than ravishing an unwilling victim, right? It had felt so amazing to have her. Merlin, he would not be able to look at that table in the lab the same way again. It had been the fulfilment of one of his longer lasting fantasies. In these fantasies, it all had been rough, like he had been punishing her. But yesterday, it had been full of passion, it was so hot, he thought that was how a phoenix felt when going ablaze.


Finishing his routine he entered the bedroom, only to see his luscious witch, her chest uncovered, giving him a delicious view of her full mounds. The view would’ve been perfect if not for the insolent bird preening her wild hair and crooning something in its indescribable cackle.

‘You! Get out of here!’ he bellowed, meaning the bird, but obviously the girl thought it was meant for her. She scrambled to get the sheet and stand up from the bed. The insolent bird was still perched on her shoulder, its talons not scratching her skin at all. What was the feathery beast up to?

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to get up,’ she whispered, her eyes staring at the carpeted floor.

A flick of his hand, the bedroom’s window was open and the bird was blasted out of it, giving a sad farewell screech.

He stepped closer to the confused witch and tilted her head so he could look into her eyes.

‘It was the bird I wanted to leave. I don’t share my witch with other wizard’s familiars.’ Severus said, smiling lightly when he saw her face light up in a smile.

‘I will have to leave for the whole weekend. I know, I hadn’t planned on it. You cannot leave the estate, it is for your own safety, you understand?’
She nodded, taking the last step closer to him and embracing him, her naked body moulding into his clothed one. He tried to distract himself from the warmth radiating from her body and continued to talk.

‘However, you won’t be dead bored here. There are plenty of books in the library, you are allowed to read most of them, just don’t touch those who are warded off. These are the darkest tomes and need a wand at hand to make them behave.’ he tried to say this in his best teaching tone.

‘I won’t even think of it. I don’t want to be damned for eternity by a book.’ She replied.

‘Good girl. The there’s an entertainment room, with Muggle appliances, like a TV and movies and even a computer thing. The elves will be happy to serve your every whim. Expect them to smother you in fine meals and a huge selection of pastries whenever you ask for a cup of tea. Any other questions?’

‘Will you come back someday?’

‘Of course, expect me late on Sunday…’ his words were interrupted by her lips crashing on his, her tongue snaking his way to dance with his. His little witch was an expert kisser, if there were marks to be given for it, she’d pass with flying colours.

‘I must go, he said breathlessly, disentangling from the witch and leaving with a swish of his long Muggle-style coat.

‘I’ll miss you,’ she breathed, slowly strolling to the bathroom, only to find that the elves had already stocked the shelves with the strawberry and peach toiletry assortment she had used the first night in this house.

After the shower she found a comfortable green dress and underwear lay out on the bed, a few items of make up laid out on the dresser, too.

These elves were working well, she had to admit. There was really nothing to worry about.

‘Dimwit, I need your help,’ she called when she had finished getting dressed.

‘How can I help, Miss?’ the elf asked.

‘I want to see the Muggle entertainment room, please.’

‘Oh, Miss wants to see moving pictures boxie, right?’ the elf squealed.

She giggled at the elf’s description and followed the little creature to a room not far away from the bedroom. There she was amazed by the huge fifty-two inch flat screen TV. Seemed that Severus didn’t spare any expenses on grandeur.

‘Would Miss like to have something to eat?’ the elf asked.

‘A few sandwiches and a fruit salad would be nice. And a black tea, please.’


She sat down on the comfy leather sofa and reached for the remote. After a little fiddling with the buttons she finally found a news programme.

‘So now on to the Presidential Elections in the USA,’ the pretty blonde presenter said, ‘we have the full footage of the surprisingly successful Democrat Presidential candidate, Arthur Weasley, Senator of Rhode Island.’

Hermione took a deep breath and concentrated her gaze on the flickering screen, where Arthur was delivering his speech.

‘Dear friends. I know that most other candidates promise to bring down the stars to you, if you vote for them. I don’t promise such impossible blabber. All I want is a world, where people are in control of what happens. We can and we will change the world for a better place. First, we will stop mindless warfare, losing our sons and daughters to the terrorists. I know what I am talking about, unlike many other politicians who protect their children and never allow their children to join the Military, I allowed Ronald to join the Marines and go to Afghanistan and fight for the light. He was captured by the Taliban and tortured both mentally and physically, but he is a strong boy and I and my wife love him even more for his truly brave heart.’ Arthur stopped talking for a moment, looking pensively at the camera, which then panned to show Molly Weasley, clad in a modestly cut suit, and a young man with long, red hair.

Hermione’s eyes teared up. It was heart wrenching to see one of her best friends like this. On the one hand, he was alive and cared for by his father and mother, but on the other hand, the young man with the large scar running over his cheek and the bleak look in his eyes was not the wizard she used to know.

She couldn’t take watching the program any longer; she zapped the channels until she found one showing a cheery episode of Chipmunks. Mindlessly, she ate a few sandwiches and drank a cup of tea, until the fake cheerfulness of the cartoon got on her nerves.

She decided to go down to the lab and brew herself a double-strength Calming Draught. She was sure Severus wouldn’t ward off the basic, harmless ingredients. She was right on that count. Slowly setting up the cauldron and chopping the ingredients, she felt normal again. It almost seemed like the war hadn’t happened and that she was just a witch re-stocking her Potions stores. It didn’t matter that she did not know what the future would truly bring for her.

Relaxed by the quiet lulling of the simmering cauldron, she didn’t notice an eagle perched on the sill of the lab’s small window…

I think that the world should be a happy place, with no wars or suffering. What do you think Severus wanted to confess before Dimwit came running in? Next chapter will be set at the ministry-there I will enter the rival for Hermione. Can you already guess who is Severus’ rival for Hermione’s affections?