Mine

Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl
We can rule the world
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side
We can rule the world
-Rule the world, Take that


*

(A/N: Lol surprisingly he doesn’t want to hump everything, he’s even more surprisingly asking for advice)

“Flowers?”, I asked with a look of disgust on my face. I order the servant girl to tell me what girls like, it all seemed so unnecessary.

“A date m-milord? My b-boyfriend used to take me out and make me feel special, we went to restaurants, cinemas and dances, I always looked forward to seeing him-”, she quickly shut up when she noticed she was taking about herself in my presence, I don’t need to know about other people unless I ask.

“Tell no one of our discussion unless you want to spend the last of your days in the dungeons”, I threatened before dismissing the frightened girl, the thought came into my head to take her on my desk right now, but I wouldn’t lower myself to a muggle.

A date? How pathetic my ancestors would think I am, but if a girl reckons she would like to go on a date then that may just work.

I cant believe im even considering this, maybe I don’t have to. Im holding a party as it were next weekend anyway, just a gathering of my deatheaters for the first time since I won the war, they can bring anyone they wish as long as it wont piss me off. I can take her as my guest, my wife an all.

On my way to the library-without aparating, I made a rose. So cliché and normal, maybe she would like it. A simple red rose, I was no expect on flowers but I knew it symbolised love and beauty. I was slightly nervous, why was I nervous? I have never been nervous in my entire life!
Maybe it was the thought of rejection, she had the power to do that, I want her so badly though.

One deep breath and I entered to see her lying blissfully on a sofa. I went closer and admired her beauty, her waist length hair-no longer curly partly hanged over her face and her body curled slightly to the side, still in her maids uniform. I wanted to be inside of her, for a whole day just us two, I had gone off rape since I’ve experienced her fully wanting it, but of course I would use force if necessary. I wouldn’t today though.

Instead of waking the sleeping beauty and making her sleep in my bed, I thought best to leave her. Before leaving I changed her outfit into a nightdress, I even left a nice dress for the morning.

I left the rose in her curled fingers.

*

I awoke on the sofa, I must have been tired but I didn’t want to share a bed with him, I thought he might wake me and make me but he didn’t.
I felt something laced between my fingers so I brought it forward towards my eyes. A beautiful rose. How unlikely. Why am I holding it? I didn’t pick it up. I marvelled at its beauty though, so perfect it was unrealistic but so very much real.

He put it in my hands, but why? Wait…I remember, he would prove his love. I lay it on the side.
A simple rose isn’t love, just a gesture.

But a big gesture for someone like him something in my head told me, I wonder where he even got such an idea from.

All my book organising work had been done, I did so well and I just wanted to read, but he had put some kind of spell to stop me even opening them, typical. My dress was now a green nightdress, beautiful and thankfully knee length, but obviously low cut to show my larger than average breasts-by his doing. I was surprised he had allowed me clothes other than my maids though.
A peacock blue summery dress lay over the arm of the sofa, I took a shower before I picked it up, unsure if I should wear it or not. It was nice but simple, a white ribbon went under the breast area to highlight my curves when I decided to put it on. He supplied a pair of French lace knickers in matching blue and without a bra, it didn’t bother me though, I was lucky to even have the knickers.

“Good morning”, I heard him in the bathroom doorway,

“Morning sir”, I muttered and looked up to him nervously, I wasn’t completely relaxed around him anymore. He was leaning against the door frame in just his underwear, bearing his muscular physique to me, I looked him up and down just telling myself even though he looked good he was still evil.
“A rose isn’t going to change anything you know”

“Well of course, that doesn’t mean I cant give it to you though does it?”, he smiled and sat down next to me, “Im holding a party…thing next weekend, I would like you to be my guest”

“Your guest?”

“Yes why not? I would ask you to come as my wife but seeing as your pissed at me I thought you would prefer to be ‘guest’. so will you?”

“I guess, or am I going to be the maid again? sir”, I said with a frown, he let out a chuckle

“I said guest not maid. I know your nervous around me, don’t deny it I can feel it in you, but im not going to hurt you anymore, unless I feel the need to punish you. I apologise for hurting you inside and even though you still have duties I am going to treat you as my wife, is that fine with you?”

“I don’t know what to feel for you anymore, I cant trust you, obviously I knew you would want me to pay for what I did but to say that to me? To tell me to my face you don’t love me? I would of killed myself if you hadn’t of put apart of me in you, making me unable to die...”.

*

I looked into her eyes, those eyes that seemed so cruelly unforgiving, she wanted to commit suicide? I never intended for that.

“im sorry”, I muttered, I actually gave an apology…She looked to me in shock and confused, not knowing what to do, “I never intended to hurt you so much, I just wanted you to feel how I felt when you left. I wanted you to hurt for being the only one to ever make me feel like that. I hope in time you can accept my apology”.

She studied my eyes looking for a lie, she couldn’t find it.
“you mean I don’t you. I-I am so scared, what do I do?”, she said shakily, I put my arm around her to make her feel safe

“Kiss me”, I whispered and she did so. I met her embrace and kissed her lips deeply, one hand in her hair, one moving up and down her waist and breast. I felt her hand make its way down to my boxers, I moaned when she rubbed my already hard member, then she stopped. I looked down to see her looking up at me with a tear in her eye

“I cant do this, its too soon”, she whispered and walked out into the bathroom. I would of took her then even without her consent because I was so aroused, I sighed knowing that would make her take longer to want to touch me. I left a note thanking her for the books and telling (not asking) to serve Severus like she would serve me, she needs to learn her place without me looking so bad.

I growled in frustration as I arrived at the brothel, anyone would do for my need of release.

*

I cant do this. I want him but I detest him. I love him and I hate him. What am I supposed to do?
I wanted him so bad just then but yet something in my head was saying no, yet my heart was all for him.
When I realised he had gone I went back into the library, a note had been left next to the rose. I suppose I should of thanked him for it, it is the most beautiful rose I’ve ever seen, I felt butterflies that he had given it to me.
The note read:
Thank you for completing your library task, you did incredibly well, I am glad you did it-I couldn’t allow elves and servants to touch my books. I also thank you for cooperating with me a bit better though I hoped by now you would trust me, you will look your best on the night of the party, I will be proud to have you on my arm.
I would also like to mention that you are to obey any order Severus gives you as you would me, he is like a second master for you, disobeying him means disobeying me and you know what happens if that happens

He cant make me follow his orders! Great, even more humiliation, I bet that means im shining his shoes without getting rid of my scar, I burned the note to dust and made it disappear.
All butterflies I felt vanished out of anger, I wonder where he went anyway, Snape will know anyway, as if someone had read my mind, he apparated into the room by a bookshelf. I could see the back of hus head as he browsed the shelves I had taken time and effort to organise, his now shorter hair swept slightly across the bit of his face I could see, if he was still my teacher I would definitely have a crush on him if he wasn’t so moody and sarcastic.

I tapped my fingers against the side, annoyed that he hadn’t even acknowledged my presence while twiddling the rose in my fingers.
“You like to make noise in times when it is unneeded don’t you”, he muttered and picked up a book on what looked like unicorn blood properties, he sat down opposite me and asked me to stop, when I carried on I felt that annoying cracking pain on my thigh. Disobeying Snape meant disobey Voldemort, meaning pain for me. I swiftly stopped.
“Finally, that can get so annoying”

“I have no choice”, I said through clenched teeth.

“Why…oh yes I remember, the dark lord briefly mentioned to me the situation your in involving me, I think ill find it quite amusing”, I saw a smirk play against his lips as he settled down the book and relaxed casually into the chair.

“You find this amusing do you then? I could torture you in a second if I wanted so don’t wind me up”

“The thing is you cant, you cant harm me in anyway. You know I would have you shine your shoes without holding my end of the deal but I don’t go back on promises, I actually found a cure for your ‘little’ mark”

“Little? A scar across my stomach representing his initials! Not even his real initials are they, no he is Tom Riddle, half blooded dark lord in reality!”, I sneered, I saw him smirk and he took a small vial from his inside robe.

“You are amusing. I have the potion here, it was tricky but since I invented the spell I was the only one who would know how to do it. So scar or no scar?”, he grinned, holding up the blue vial to my face. Teasing me with the choice of humiliating scar and pride or no scar and humiliation, I made my decision, I nodded to the potion with a look of resent.
“let me see the scar first, then I know what dose to give you, we don’t want an overdose now do we?”, I heard a tint of amusement in his voice, I didn’t want to but as I was wearing a dress I had to pull it up bearing my underwear to him as well as my scar.

He kneeled down as I stood, I saw him nod in approval at my underwear which annoyed me and then study my scar. So light it was barely recognisable but I knew it was there, that’s all that mattered.

“Big isn’t it, even though its light I can see it clearly, so don’t want any more reminders of who owns you?”, he added sarcastically before standing up and giving me the vial, I angrily lowered my dress as soon as possible.
“Drink the whole bottle, I wasn’t telling the complete truth just now about doses, its impossible to overdose on it”, I so wanted to crucio him but my magic disappeared if I tried.

“Shouldn’t you be hanging out at your brothel place and getting some sluts there? Checking me out wont get you anything from me, I can promise that”, I smirked seeing his now annoyed face, I took the vial up to my lips and quickly downed it, it tasted strange and not too nice. I sat down as I felt it suck the energy out of me and my stomach surface started feeling prickly which turned to severe pain, I moaned as the throbbing shot through me and then disappeared. As my breathing slowed down I pulled up my dress to see my stomach, so clear and perfect, I rubbed my hand over it admiring my skin, most would think that’s weird but I didn’t care. I pulled my dress down again and got up to go to the bedroom but was stopped when the door swung shut, I turned around to see Snape sitting on the sofa looking up at me.

“What the hell? Let me out of here!”, I said trying to open the door.

“I believe you have yet to complete your part of the deal”

“What deal-your serious?”, I said when I realised what I said id do, he smirked and nodded, I knew there was no way out of it so I nodded my head and rolled my eyes. He put his feet up on a foot stool he conjured and made shoe shining stuff appear in my hands. Just get it over with I told myself and kneeled down by his feet, I could see he was loving this.
“You’re a bastard you know that, couldn’t you have just used your wand?”, I sighed as I started on his expensive looking boots.

“And miss the opportunity of seeing you at your feet? I must say its good to see you in your true place”

“If I could kill you I would of done by now”, I muttered making him laugh

“I must say im getting a good view from here though”, I heard him snigger as he looked down at my cleavage, I hate this guy so much!

“You know you were my professor, didn’t seem to interested back the did you?”

“How do you know? Well you were an insufferable know-it-all who hanged around with most idiotic of them all, but I did notice how good looking you were at that Yule ball, you certainly had developed into a woman. The dark lord has only emphasised those features, thankfully”, I ignored his remarks. I knew he didn’t like the colour of my eyes, nor did anyone really, the scarlet red just reminded everyone of Voldemort, and myself every day.
“Your good at this, I like it when you ‘accidentally’ rub against my leg”, I cant believe him!

“Sure, I so want you!”, I said sarcastically, “Want me to lick your boots as well while im at it?”

“Though that sounds good to me I wouldn’t make you do that, im not evil”

“your as close as you can get though”, I muttered and he grabbed my hair tight, pulling me up to his level, I moaned in pain but he wouldn’t let go.

“You obviously have never experience evil, do you want to?”, he growled, I shook my head as tears came to my eyes, “You maybe be the dark lords slave, even his wife but that doesn’t mean I cant do what I like to you to show you just how cruel I can be”, he let go and I gasped as I hit the floor. I had never seen him so angry and so willing to hurt me, it frightened me slightly at the thought of what he really was capable of.
“I wont hesitate to hurt you in future, I don’t care if you cant feel the cruciatus, there are other ways…”, he looked up and down my body making me feel very vulnerable, “im not your professor anymore, the world has changed, get used to it”

“I got used to it long ago, don’t tell me you can hurt me, I’ve felt more hurt than you could ever imagine”, I whispered while glaring up at him, I was still on the floor, too scared to stand.

“Im sure that’s true, but im just warning you, you haven’t felt the pain I can give yet. I am not a sadist but I do think I will enjoy your screams, I hear your not a coward but I would like to hear you begging for mercy”

“W-why? I haven’t done a thing!”

“You better hope it stays that way then, ill see you around milady”, and he was gone.

I sighed in relief, I never in my life would think Snape would say all that to me! I picked up a selection of books to wonder over, not noticing the tears glazing my cheeks.

*

I lounged lazily on my throne, one leg on one of the arm and the other rested on a foot stool I made appear, no one else in the room except a rat named wormtail, I fiddled with my wand as he transformed into a man.
“Wormtail, so you here news that may be of interest to me?”

“Yes milord! I heard a discussion, a plot about the girl”, I instantly sat up now interested in what else he had to say, “A group of wizards, I heard in an old shack, the shrieking one in Hogsmeade. Well they were plotting the abduction of the girl, if you lose her they believe you will be easier to overtake, t-that’s all I know milord”.
So some wizards think that’s going to happened, I sniggered and asked him of their identities.
“I apologise milord, they were all hooded and cloaked, they didn’t refer to any other by name, but there was a dozen maybe”, I crucioed him and ignored his screams. A dozen wizards? This may be more serious than I thought…

I returned to the library, thinking over what must be done, not much really, she was well protected, but there was always the possibility…I pushed it out of my mind when I saw her sitting down, rubbing her hands over a pile of book, longing to be able to open them I could see she was imagining what they told inside. I smiled at her passion for knowledge and sat next to her, she didn’t look up at me but stopped what she was ‘doing’.
“How are you?”, I asked like a gentleman,

“I am the same as always sir”, she said blankly, I noticed a single tear on her cheek, unmoving just there, as if someone had dropped it there

“You’ve been crying”

“Its not crying when you don’t notice it, a few tears isn’t crying”

“what happened?

“Snape, doesn’t matter, nothing happened. I don’t even get why I shed tears, anyway id of thought you’d know everything what goes on without having to ask”

“Im not a god, I cant see everything all the time. You want to read don’t you”

“Yes sir”, she said simply, “I am beyond boredom, I know that sound selfish but I cant just sit ere doing nothing”

“Its not selfish, I think I will allow you access to books”, she looked up at me with a smile, I loved it when she smiled

“Really?”, she said happily and still half unbelieving, I nodded and she hugged me, I rarely got one so I enjoyed it, playing with her as well.

“I would prefer it if you actually liked me though”, I said in her ear

“I would to, I wish I could love you again”, I let go of her and looked into her deep red eyes, “I don’t know what I feel anymore. I know you are busy, you don’t have to be here”.

“Yes but I would prefer to see you, the world can wait for just a little while”, I told her as she cheerfully sat down, “I hope you look forward to the ‘party’, you are the guest of honour of course”

“guest of honour? Wow I’ve never been that before…yes I suppose I do look forward to it, but what have you been telling people about me?”

“That you were ill but are well again now, no one-as you probably know, knew you were away. On the night you will act like the wife you are, if you don’t act loving to me I will have to punish you harshly”, she didn’t seem to care at what I said. I didn’t need rumours that I had a wife who didn’t obey me, no matter how harsh I am.
“Will you sleep in our bed tonight”, I asked when I got up and headed to the bedroom.

“Yes”, I heard her, I thought I misheard but she walked past me when I stopped and got straight into bed, curling over away from the centre. I wasn’t going to try anything sexual so I changed and got in.

For the next week we seemed to get closer, she was a bit happier and didn’t mind talking to me, I didn’t force her to sleep with me either, I was going to take my time to win her over.
The night before the party she fell asleep in my arms, we didn’t do anything apart from talk, she kissed me before she went asleep and told me she was sorry for everything. I fell asleep smiling.

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Just lovely J