The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

A/NThank you all for your reviews. This chapter is longer...Thank you for the comments on ''Crucio''...looks like the exam stress has gotten me. I edited as well the ''servant'' thing. I hope you like this chapter!! Be mild with me! Hmm..what do you think Severus might do?

‘’Meeting dismissed!’’ Lord Voldemort’s voice rang trough the hall and the death Eaters immediately began to leave. The Masters of the high Inner Circle, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy kept on standing by their chairs, awaiting some special orders as usual after the general meeting.

‘’Lucius, you can leave now.’’ The order was clear and doubtless. Lucius bowed and slowly excited the room.

‘’And now to you, Severus…’’ Severus shrugged off the creeping fear and bowed, awaiting his Lord’s next words.

‘’You have been very useful to me all those years…for these last months, almost irreplaceable. So I decided to reward you…’’ Te Dark Lord held a dramatic pause, ‘’I give you your own pet.’’

He wanted a young, willing and -intelligent woman, not a weeping wreck. He had seen the state other Death Eater’s pet were in, and it didn’t appeal to him at all. He wanted-even if he knew that it would be impossible, that the woman worships him. Of course, Lucius had a wagon load of new admirers each day, but it was never the case for Severus. And a pet would never worship me…I’d be lucky to limit her attempts to kill me he thought grimly, letting his memories wander to the one woman he had ever really lusted after- Hermione Granger. She had been the brightest potions student he’d ever seen and to add to that, she’d become quite attractive slowly in her fourth year and had blossomed to such a nice body in her sixth year that he had a hard time to keep calm in the classes. He wished he could’ve given her a special detention-one which involved her being naked and tied to his desk…

He was lost in elaborating on this fantasy that he only faintly registered hi s Master’s voice. ‘’You go and have some fun… you’ve got time till you depart for your mission. She’s in the dungeon prison…’’ the voice was laced with evil laughter.

‘’Yes, sir.’’ Snape bowed and hurried to the exit. Not because he wanted to get faster to his pet, no. To be able to rest his mind on that juicy fantasy involving his ex student, undisturbed from Voldemort’s constant leglimency.

Entering the dungeons he could feel dampness and horror lingering i in the air.
A sly looking man greeted him, deeply bowing down, almost falling to the ground.
‘’Master, I am Illich, I am the guard of this prison. How can I serve you?’’

‘’Just bring me to my pet, that’s all.’’ Snape sneered. Merlin, he hated those ass-crawling lower rank workers.

‘’She is a real jewel…I’ve never seen such a pretty pet…long legs…big boobs…’’ the guard gushed, gulping so no drool would run down his face.

Snape’s temper was rising. Sure, he wasn’t too content of having the idea to be responsible for a creature which used to be a female, but hearing a low-life gushing about his property made him all angry.

‘’Shut up, you idiot, or else I’ll curse you into oblivion.’’ He threatened, making the guard shudder and shut up instantly.

After a few more steps they stopped at a heavy metal door. The still trembling guard opened the cell’s door, gave the keys to Snape and run away.

The first thing Severus noticed was the coolness of the chamber it made him shudder even trough his heavy robes. The two little torches at the walls gave only light enough for him to recognize a tiny figure crumpled in the corner. Silent sobs mixed with rough coughs were the only signs she was alive. perfect…another sobbing wreck…what am I going to do with it? he sighed in frustration.

‘’Stand up and face your master!’’ he ordered harshly. He didn’t want to be here now. He wished he was in his house, relieving himself and still having his fantasy. But Voldemort’s orders are to be fulfilled, ‘’no’’ is an unacceptable answer. Always complying with any order had brought him a high position in this organization and he was not going to lose it only because he didn’t wish to have a personal slut.

He watched as the woman slowly got up, gripping the wall for stability. Even from afar he could see that the idiot prison guard was right-she was very beautiful. Long legs and brown hair falling over her back, to the waist. Of course, her figure was a lot on the skinny side and the hair tangled, but if she looked almost acceptable being here, in a cell, she would look even better if she’d get a bit cleaned up, he reasoned.

‘’Now step closer to me...’’ he bellowed, but this time in a bit softer tone.

The woman slowly stepped closer, shaky on her legs. Her breathing was uneven; she was trying to suppress a cough, fearing she’d get punished for it. Finally she stood a step away from him, her eyes lowered to the ground.

He roughly pulled her chin up to face him, he was pleased with her well-mannered behaviour, but he wished to see her face.
He wiped away a few strands from her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. A familiar feeling struck him, but he ignored it. It just couldn't be true..

For a brief moment the girl looked at him and then stuttered, ‘’Prof…professor Snape? Is it really you?’’ she took in a sharp breath and began to fall.

His reaction was fast as lightning-he managed to catch the girl before her fragile body hit the ground. Her pulse was still existent, her breathing weak, but she was still alive. He let out a sigh of relief. It would’ve not been too good for him if his pet had died in the very first day under his ownership.

Examining the face of the girl he gasped. He thought it was impossible, so he looked at her again and again. His pet was the girl of his dreams-Hermione Granger…

Helpless, unconscious..would he take advantage of her now?