Headmaster\'s Toy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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60,264
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Four
A/N: I got a couple of request to continue this, so I decided I would try. I don’t know how far I’ll be able to go before it starts getting boring and repetitive, but I’ll do my best. I do have the last chapter already written, so if it starts getting boring and you want to see the ending, let me know and I’ll wrap it up. I personally like my other Snape/Ginny fic better, but I’ll do my best on both.
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Ginny woke to discover herself alone in the bed. Where Snape had lain, there was now a small pile of neatly folded clothes. She inspected them to find a white lace thong and matching bra, a casual white day dress with green flowers on it, and a beautiful pair of high-heeled sandals. She slipped them on and twisted around, looking at herself. The skirt was short and the neckline was low, leaving little to the imagination. Ginny sighed. At least she was wearing something. She walked out through the open door and into her new master’s study.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he said when he saw her. “Good, I have something to show you.” He breezed past her, into the bedroom. Ginny followed, curious. He stopped in the middle of the room and gestured towards the full-length mirror opposite the one that concealed his wardrobe. “You may see your clothes now.”
She stepped through the glass and gasped. Dresses. Day dresses, sun dresses, and even a good number of formal gowns. There was a perfect dress for every conceivable event or situation. Everything was green, black, white, or a combination. A couple of the gowns had silver in them. Shoes marched in neat rows underneath, mostly various types of high heels, but there was an occasional pair of flats. Belts hung from a rack on the back wall, below which a white dresser of drawers stood. It was revealed to contain more underwear than she could possibly ever need. Lacy thongs, g-strings, boyshorts, every type of bra imaginable, and two drawers full of lingerie that could never be useful as undergarments. Ginny had a shrewd idea that they were not intended to be under anything. Those were for Snape’s eyes only.
Ginny was confused. Why was he giving her all of this? She was just a slave, a toy for him to use when he needed his pleasure.
“Because, girl, you will actually need to leave here on occasion,” he said, reading her mind. “And you are my slave, but you will at least look presentable. You are after all, the toy of the Dark Lord’s right-hand.”
She nodded, looking again at the extensive wardrobe. It was more clothes than she had owned in her entire lifetime, and they were all beautiful. The sight of them broke her heart.
“You will bathe now,” he said. Ginny nodded, still not looking at him. “And in the cabinet above the sink is a bottle with your name on it. Take one of those pills. They are birth control. I want no child. Come into the study when you have finished.” And with that, he left her.
Ginny stayed for a few moments longer before walking back into the bedroom and through to the bathroom.
The bathtub was the most luxurious she had ever seen, and Ginny had conned Hermione out of the password to the Prefect’s bathroom two years before. She started running a few of the taps, allowing the perfumed bubbles to fill the large tub before stripping and settling herself in with a soft sigh. She was sore from the day before, and it felt good to just sit there and soak in the hot water. Eventually, she reached for a bottle of shampoo (who would’ve guessed Snape owned shampoo?) and massaged it into her long red hair.
She quickly discovered that tub was magicked; no matter how many bubbles coated the surface or how much soap she used, the water still rinsed her hair and body as if it was clear as crystal. She found a collection of scrub brushes and washed long and hard, trying to get the essence of him off of her. She knew it was no good, it would only be there again soon. The water never got any colder, and when she was finally satisfied, she just sat there, completely relaxed by the steaming water.
Eventually, Ginny knew she had to get out. She wrapped herself in a fluffy green town (why did everything have to be green?) and twisted her hair up in a second one. She put on her clothes and took the towel off her head, wondering what she could do with the masses of wet hair when she had no magic to style it with. She was stunned to find that the towel had dried her hair completely, leaving it long and silky as always. She shrugged it off, deciding not to complain. If Snape wanted her hair done another way she would tell him why she couldn’t do it. Otherwise, they were both stuck with long and straight. She found her toiletries underneath the sink and made quick work of her makeup, brushed her teeth, glanced in the mirror once more, and left the room.
Snape was sitting at his desk, writing something. He did not look up when she entered, but simply said “You took a long time.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I do not have time right now for your excuses. I am a busy man. Go entertain yourself until I call for you.”
Her eyes fell on the several large bookshelves against the wall. “May I…read, sir?”
He snorted. “You will not like most of those books. Help yourself.”
Ginny scanned the titles and found a few that were not quite as bad as the rest and settled down on the couch by the fireplace. If this was to be her life from now on, she might as well learn to like reading about Dark Magic. At least she might learn a little to help fight, and maybe there would be something to help her escape.
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Ginny woke to discover herself alone in the bed. Where Snape had lain, there was now a small pile of neatly folded clothes. She inspected them to find a white lace thong and matching bra, a casual white day dress with green flowers on it, and a beautiful pair of high-heeled sandals. She slipped them on and twisted around, looking at herself. The skirt was short and the neckline was low, leaving little to the imagination. Ginny sighed. At least she was wearing something. She walked out through the open door and into her new master’s study.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he said when he saw her. “Good, I have something to show you.” He breezed past her, into the bedroom. Ginny followed, curious. He stopped in the middle of the room and gestured towards the full-length mirror opposite the one that concealed his wardrobe. “You may see your clothes now.”
She stepped through the glass and gasped. Dresses. Day dresses, sun dresses, and even a good number of formal gowns. There was a perfect dress for every conceivable event or situation. Everything was green, black, white, or a combination. A couple of the gowns had silver in them. Shoes marched in neat rows underneath, mostly various types of high heels, but there was an occasional pair of flats. Belts hung from a rack on the back wall, below which a white dresser of drawers stood. It was revealed to contain more underwear than she could possibly ever need. Lacy thongs, g-strings, boyshorts, every type of bra imaginable, and two drawers full of lingerie that could never be useful as undergarments. Ginny had a shrewd idea that they were not intended to be under anything. Those were for Snape’s eyes only.
Ginny was confused. Why was he giving her all of this? She was just a slave, a toy for him to use when he needed his pleasure.
“Because, girl, you will actually need to leave here on occasion,” he said, reading her mind. “And you are my slave, but you will at least look presentable. You are after all, the toy of the Dark Lord’s right-hand.”
She nodded, looking again at the extensive wardrobe. It was more clothes than she had owned in her entire lifetime, and they were all beautiful. The sight of them broke her heart.
“You will bathe now,” he said. Ginny nodded, still not looking at him. “And in the cabinet above the sink is a bottle with your name on it. Take one of those pills. They are birth control. I want no child. Come into the study when you have finished.” And with that, he left her.
Ginny stayed for a few moments longer before walking back into the bedroom and through to the bathroom.
The bathtub was the most luxurious she had ever seen, and Ginny had conned Hermione out of the password to the Prefect’s bathroom two years before. She started running a few of the taps, allowing the perfumed bubbles to fill the large tub before stripping and settling herself in with a soft sigh. She was sore from the day before, and it felt good to just sit there and soak in the hot water. Eventually, she reached for a bottle of shampoo (who would’ve guessed Snape owned shampoo?) and massaged it into her long red hair.
She quickly discovered that tub was magicked; no matter how many bubbles coated the surface or how much soap she used, the water still rinsed her hair and body as if it was clear as crystal. She found a collection of scrub brushes and washed long and hard, trying to get the essence of him off of her. She knew it was no good, it would only be there again soon. The water never got any colder, and when she was finally satisfied, she just sat there, completely relaxed by the steaming water.
Eventually, Ginny knew she had to get out. She wrapped herself in a fluffy green town (why did everything have to be green?) and twisted her hair up in a second one. She put on her clothes and took the towel off her head, wondering what she could do with the masses of wet hair when she had no magic to style it with. She was stunned to find that the towel had dried her hair completely, leaving it long and silky as always. She shrugged it off, deciding not to complain. If Snape wanted her hair done another way she would tell him why she couldn’t do it. Otherwise, they were both stuck with long and straight. She found her toiletries underneath the sink and made quick work of her makeup, brushed her teeth, glanced in the mirror once more, and left the room.
Snape was sitting at his desk, writing something. He did not look up when she entered, but simply said “You took a long time.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I do not have time right now for your excuses. I am a busy man. Go entertain yourself until I call for you.”
Her eyes fell on the several large bookshelves against the wall. “May I…read, sir?”
He snorted. “You will not like most of those books. Help yourself.”
Ginny scanned the titles and found a few that were not quite as bad as the rest and settled down on the couch by the fireplace. If this was to be her life from now on, she might as well learn to like reading about Dark Magic. At least she might learn a little to help fight, and maybe there would be something to help her escape.
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