The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

a/n i want to thank prof.lucy for mentoring my grammar :) Every review feeds the plot bunny...

Now, another side of severus is revealed...and an unexpected truth as well...

Hermione stood on the cold floor with millions of thoughts and feelings running trough her mind. On the one hand, she knew she needed to be angry, scared and nowhere so calm like she was. Her goody-two-shoes personality would’ve never done what she just did. Not even close to that. On the other hand, she felt totally relaxed. The pain in her chest was gone, she didn’t see any blue marks on her body. Actually she felt quite comfortable, though she wished that he would let his eyes of her.

Secretly she let a glance wander to him as well. There was something mysteriously attracting about this man. Ever since her 4th year she felt a tingle run over her body remembering when he had touched her hands and stood behind her when he was showing her how to correctly cut the moonflower root for a potion. Unlike for her, she still can’t remember what potion that was.

Her thought trail was interrupted by his loud voice echoing in the small cell. ‘’It is really bad to stand on the cold floor in your weak condition. You really should stand somewhere better.’’ He chuckled and this caused her to become terribly scared. There’s nowhere else I could possibly stand…oh no, he’s now going to torture me…why was I even thinking that he would not? she fidgeted a bit, trying to fight the tears in the corners of her eyes and steadying her breathing to ease the pain when a curse would hit her. However, after few seconds she felt nothing but something soft under her feet. She looked down and saw that a dark Persian rug had appeared. Her jaw dropped. Surprised was not the word. She did not expect him to comfort her in any way.

She stole a glance at him and saw that he was quite amused by her bewilderment. A slight smile makes him appear prettier…though how can I think that? He is my Master…can I think good of him even if he owns me?


‘’Even though I really like the sight of you standing here like this, you need to get dressed.’’ He picked up the sack that had served her as a dress, twirled it around a bit and she was ready to catch it, but he threw it on the floor next to his feet.
‘’You are not going to wear this…what a terrible lump.’’ She looked at him with big eyes. Lump or not, it was at least something to cover her as the dungeon cell was quite cold.

She said nothing, as not to anger him. If she was supposed to stay stark naked, so be it. There was nothing she could do against it. I am not giving up myself now…I am just keeping myself out of danger. Being wandless against a powerful wizard is a lost fight…do I want to feel pain? No. She decided that the best thing to do would be just stand still and stare at the carpet, awaiting his next orders.

Then something soft caressed her hand. She looked at it and realized that it was a garment caressing her hands. In further inspection it turned out to be a simple black dress. And again she was amazed. He was taking care of her!!!

‘’Can you finally get dressed? I don’t have all day…’’ he said slightly annoyed. In fact, he was very annoyed. For an unknown reason, actually.

Her constant state of looking away and being frightened of him didn’t make him feel content, quite the opposite. He wanted her to look at him. Even if it wasn’t a look full of adoration, no, just being able to look into his eyes would’ve been enough for him to tell her next reactions. Of course, he was a skilled leglimens and could get into her mind in a second, but then again, she was supposed to be the smartest and most powerful witch not without reason. Maybe she hadn’t yet realised her power…but once she does…Therefore, if she felt deep hatred towards him she’d make his life pure hell. Now she was weakened from the long stay in this cell, her mind unfocused. But if she regained her power…he knew that even out of pure anger she’d be able to kill him. And that’s what he didn’t want to experience. With all her power she might’ve made a great Death Eater, he reasoned. Maybe that was the reason she had been kept in a single cell for so long?

Usually pets were given to their Masters shortly after capture. He could never know the Dark Lord’s plans, but he was glad that he had gotten her as his pet. She needed a special approach – no threats or tortures would give him any result. After all, if she wasn’t scared of Voldemort when she was eleven years old, how would he expect her to be scared of Severus Snape when she was eighteen?

The mixture of power and danger owning her seemed even more enticing for Severus. But that was what he wanted – spice in a relationship. Safe, lukewarm relationships were for losers. He was a fighter, so the wild cat named Hermione was exactly what he wanted.

She had already dressed. Looks like my transfiguration skills aren’t that bad…that dress looks quite good…though everything looks good on her. . He stood up and took her hand. She almost jumped away, but he didn’t let go.

‘’You need to rest a bit now…I wore you out…’’ he said softly, even surprising himself. She gasped but followed him reluctantly. He helped her lay down and tucked her in, making sure she was covered with the heavy quilt. And again she effectively ignored him and stared at the ceiling. He sighed and bellowed.

‘’There is one thing I absolutely forbid you! You are not to stare at the floor or ceiling or wherever. You have to look at me, as I’m your Master! When you look away you look exactly like a dunderheaded house elf!’’

‘’Yes master,’’ she looked up to his eyes and tried to avoid spilling the tears nestling in the corners of her eyes.

‘’But Master…I was told not to look…I’’ she said quietly, unsure what’s coming next.

‘’Whoever told you that is not right…you only have to listen and follow what I say!’’ he wiped the few tears which had emerged and smiled at her briefly, after all he wasn’t used to smiling a lot. But she was so adorable…could he become soft around her? But then again, it was only them both here, no one else.

‘’And crying doesn’t suit your pretty face at all’’ he placed a few rebellious strands of her hair behind her ear. ’’ I order you to smile more often.’’ He said, regaining his serious tone.

She smiled at him and for the first time dared to look at him. He was relieved, it seemed that his approach to her did work.


‘’Now I think it’s time to explain some things to you…the first thing I need to do is to mark you…’’ he said calmly

‘’But they already marked me….’’ She said confused, showing him her right arm where a full Dark Mark was showing. He was surprised that they had marked her, pets didn’t get the Mark. They must have had plans for her…she is special…after all, she’s the woman I’ve dreamt of.
He run his thumb over her tattooed arm, and then moved his fingers to the top of her palm.

‘’I see…however, I need to mark you with my sign as well…it won’t hurt too much.’’ He flicked his wand over the top of the top of her hand and she felt a light tingle on her skin. ‘’Just keep looking at me, then you won’t notice the stinging.’’

Indeed, it didn’t hurt her at all. It was as if the picture was imprinting itself in her skin naturally. Moment after moment she could start to distinguish a form of coats of armours - on a dark green background, two silver snakes were erupting from a black cauldron, their outlines making a ‘’SS’’, over them a golden crown was hovering. She thought that the composition was tasteful, representing power and grace, thinks which perfectly described him, she had to admit that.

‘’You might wonder what this sign means, but it is now on every paper issued by the Ministry , as I am now the Minister of Magic.’’ He said it so casually, as if it was the most ordinary thing.

He is the ultimate power in the wizarding world now..that means that I am in deep trouble…and didn’t I once wish to be with a powerful wizard? He’s so powerful he can just avada me in a blink of an eye… worrying thoughts were running trough her mind, and she wondered why he was still looking so calmly at her.