Headmaster\'s Toy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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60,261
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7
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1
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Two
Ginny woke to see a sunset outside the window. For a moment, she looked around, confused, before remembering the events of that morning. She was lying in the Headmaster’s bed, no longer a student, after being brutally raped and given the position of a sex slave. The teenager curled into a ball and buried her face in the pillow, crying. After a few minutes, she lifted her head and wiped her eyes. Crying would do no good. She would just have to use her brains and get out of this pickle before it got even worse. She looked around the room, searching for anything to kick-start her plan.
There was a note on the bedside table, written in Snape’s spiky scrawl.
Dear Ginny, I had to attend a staff meeting and then dinner. If you are hungry, you can call a house-elf. The cord next to the bed will summon one of them.
Ginny read the not twice, frustrated. What about clothes? she thought angrily. But she was hungry, so she reached over and gave the cord a tug.
Pop. Ginny jumped and pulled the sheets up to her chin as a small, female house-elf appeared at the foot of the bed. “May I help you, Miss Ginny?” she squeaked.
At least the house-elf he sent is female. “Umm, yes. Could I have some dinner?”
“Of course! What would Miss Ginny like?”
“Whatever they’re having in the Great Hall is fine.”
“Calla will get it for you. Is that all?”
“Umm, could I possibly have some clothes?”
Calla’s ears drooped. “Headmaster says not yet. He says he will give you some later.”
Ginny sighed. She was a slave, after all. “Thank you, Calla.”
“Calla will be back in a moment with Miss Ginny’s dinner.” And with that, she disappeared with another pop.
Ginny sighed and leaned against the headboard. How the hell was she supposed to get out of this with no means of communication, no clothes, and no wand? Scanning the room, her eyes fell on the fireplace. Ginny almost hit herself for her stupidity. Of course he would have floo powder. She was still naked, but that could not be helped. She climbed out of bed, wincing at how sore she was, and made her way towards the fireplace. There was a pouch sitting on the mantelpiece, but Ginny discovered that it would not budge. It was as if it was glued to the stone. She tried to just open it instead, but discovered that that wouldn’t work either. That bastard! She almost screamed in frustration.
Pop.
Ginny turned away from the fireplace to see that Calla had reappeared with a tray of food. She set it down on the bed. “Miss Ginny’s dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“Calla is happy to serve Miss Ginny. Please call if you need anything else.” And then the house-elf was gone. Ginny made her way towards the bed, after all, the food did smell incredible. She looked around the room, this time noticing that the door through which she entered was shut. The door she had tried so hard to close. She tried the knob and discovered it was locked. Sighing in defeat, she settled down on the bed and ate.
After she finished, Ginny needed to use the bathroom. He would have given her access to a toilet, wouldn’t he? She saw a door that was slightly ajar and pushed it open. A gasp escaped her.
The bathroom was stunning. Marble and glass and silver everywhere, and a huge bathtub, easily big enough for ten people. A long counter with two sinks, and a few grooming items left out. Ginny snorted with laughter at the idea that Snape actually groomed. The toilet was off in a corner, hidden from sight. After Ginny used it, she explored the small space she had. There were a couple full-length mirrors in the bedroom, one of which concealed his wardrobe. Upon discovering this, Ginny check the other one to see if it was hers. It was just a mirror. He had an incredible number of robes, most black, and far more than one man needed. Let alone a man who only wore one color. The only differences were subtle, such as weight of the materiel and cut. Ginny rolled her eyes and walked back out through the mirror.
“Hello, Ginny. Exploring?”
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There was a note on the bedside table, written in Snape’s spiky scrawl.
Dear Ginny, I had to attend a staff meeting and then dinner. If you are hungry, you can call a house-elf. The cord next to the bed will summon one of them.
Ginny read the not twice, frustrated. What about clothes? she thought angrily. But she was hungry, so she reached over and gave the cord a tug.
Pop. Ginny jumped and pulled the sheets up to her chin as a small, female house-elf appeared at the foot of the bed. “May I help you, Miss Ginny?” she squeaked.
At least the house-elf he sent is female. “Umm, yes. Could I have some dinner?”
“Of course! What would Miss Ginny like?”
“Whatever they’re having in the Great Hall is fine.”
“Calla will get it for you. Is that all?”
“Umm, could I possibly have some clothes?”
Calla’s ears drooped. “Headmaster says not yet. He says he will give you some later.”
Ginny sighed. She was a slave, after all. “Thank you, Calla.”
“Calla will be back in a moment with Miss Ginny’s dinner.” And with that, she disappeared with another pop.
Ginny sighed and leaned against the headboard. How the hell was she supposed to get out of this with no means of communication, no clothes, and no wand? Scanning the room, her eyes fell on the fireplace. Ginny almost hit herself for her stupidity. Of course he would have floo powder. She was still naked, but that could not be helped. She climbed out of bed, wincing at how sore she was, and made her way towards the fireplace. There was a pouch sitting on the mantelpiece, but Ginny discovered that it would not budge. It was as if it was glued to the stone. She tried to just open it instead, but discovered that that wouldn’t work either. That bastard! She almost screamed in frustration.
Pop.
Ginny turned away from the fireplace to see that Calla had reappeared with a tray of food. She set it down on the bed. “Miss Ginny’s dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“Calla is happy to serve Miss Ginny. Please call if you need anything else.” And then the house-elf was gone. Ginny made her way towards the bed, after all, the food did smell incredible. She looked around the room, this time noticing that the door through which she entered was shut. The door she had tried so hard to close. She tried the knob and discovered it was locked. Sighing in defeat, she settled down on the bed and ate.
After she finished, Ginny needed to use the bathroom. He would have given her access to a toilet, wouldn’t he? She saw a door that was slightly ajar and pushed it open. A gasp escaped her.
The bathroom was stunning. Marble and glass and silver everywhere, and a huge bathtub, easily big enough for ten people. A long counter with two sinks, and a few grooming items left out. Ginny snorted with laughter at the idea that Snape actually groomed. The toilet was off in a corner, hidden from sight. After Ginny used it, she explored the small space she had. There were a couple full-length mirrors in the bedroom, one of which concealed his wardrobe. Upon discovering this, Ginny check the other one to see if it was hers. It was just a mirror. He had an incredible number of robes, most black, and far more than one man needed. Let alone a man who only wore one color. The only differences were subtle, such as weight of the materiel and cut. Ginny rolled her eyes and walked back out through the mirror.
“Hello, Ginny. Exploring?”
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