The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

A/N I'm so sorry that it was a longer wait till I got this chapter done, but I had a hard time at university. One of my professor has an even worse temper than Severus...

I thank all my reviewers and hope that this time prof.Lucy won't find too striking mistakes...


‘’I never thought you’d ever become Minister.’’ She blurted out, then realizing the consequences. That’s it! Now I’m doomed. I’m lucky if he just kills me.

‘’Well, you can never predict what becomes of people…would you had ever thought that one day I’ll own you?’’ he smirked triumphantly. ‘’you are such a pretty thing to look at…and you’ve got a mind willing to learn everything. And no worries, I shall teach you.’’ Oh, and how would he teach her…her main subject would be how to please him. And if she’ll be as eager as today, all his fantasies would be fulfilled in no time.

‘’I need to explain you why I marked you. Till now you were in the safety of this single cell, no one had access to you. If you had been in a normal pet cell, you would’ve suffered a lot more, to say it mildly. I won’t get into details, but you can be very lucky only getting a cold. The Death Eaters are by no means men who would restrain themselves from having such a beautiful woman like you. However, they wouldn’t dare to touch something what belongs to a high Master. If one of the dimwits dares to touch you, the highest punishment will be his. ‘’ as he spoke he had unconsciously began to play with her hair.

He began to feel relaxed. The week in the ministry was pure hell for him. After firing his twentieth secretary in 3 months, whose leaving words were ‘’I don’t want to work for a greasy bat, even if it has the badge of a Minister!’’, the exact same as of all the others, he ended up sorting his mail and answering countless floo calls. Maybe I can tame Hermione as far as she helps me out in the office? That would be perfect….

He innerly shuddered; remembering his last secretary, a pure blood witch named Griselda being pure blood was her only advantage. She was limp in one leg, cross-eyed and had almost no teeth – all this at the age of thirty. It would’ve not bothered him at all if only she hadn’t set an eye on him and tried to seduce him. And that was the worst part. Every day she was wearing short skirts, showcasing her weak legs and shirts with enormous cleavage…though she had nothing to show off.

The breaking point was reached when she had tried to give him tea, spiked with a lust potion. He had recognized the smell of it immediately. In a burst of anger, he came back to her, who was almost sure he would ravish her in passion…little did she know what she was to experience. He simply poured the liquid onto her and left without saying a word to the perplexed witch.

Hermione, on the contrary would look gorgeous in a short skirt and a daring top. She’d not need a lust potion to make me want to undress her…I’d rather need a celibacy potion to be able to do some work and not ravish her on my desk. Though having her on my desk id definitely a thing which is on my to do list.

‘’Master, I wanted to thank you for being so kind to me.’’ She whispered silently and took his hand.

First he was a bit startled. He hadn’t expected her to show this kind of affection. It made him feel guilty for trapping this noble, gentle beauty within this dark and dreadful cell.

‘’You are being a very good pet…you behave perfectly. I am very glad that you are my pet,’’ he said softly, looking at his mark on her small hand. Her soft smile made him melt. How could this be happening? Somehow it made him feel good. It felt better than in his dreams.

‘’But the mark will have other uses for you…it will allow you entry to the Ministry and as well you will be capable to get any potions ingredients, in case I order you to do so.’’ He tried to clear his mind, there was no way he could allow her sweet, innocent naïve attitude get to him. But wasn’t what he had wanted? Her looking up to him? I need to calm down…she has turned to be the angel of my dreams….

She wasn’t a slave in his eyes…she was someone to be caressed, not hit. As pictures of how he could caress her until she’d melt in his arms over and over again had won over reason, he breathed in deeply and steadied his mind. To get out of the erotic thoughts, he recited the steps of making the Felix felicis.

‘’I thought anyone could get potions ingredients freely?’’ she asked surprised.

‘’Well, that was before I introduced the new regulations… as so many idiots suffer from brewing accidents and as well, most importantly, to assure the control of ingredients which might be used for making potions to abolish the regime of Lord Voldemort, a system recording amounts and names of customers was introduced. A normal wizard can’t buy anything more dangerous than the necessities for a Pepper Up potion…Polyjuice potion is on the restricted list, for example. Didn’t you have an adventure with it in your second year?’’ he grinned.


‘’I see your reasoning with the regulation – a good idea. All I can say that back then I did brew it correctly…I just got the wrong hair…’’ she blushed.

‘’I must admit, I have never seen someone so young being capable to brew it. You are very intelligent, Hermione. The only student worth teaching…’’ he didn’t know where these compliments came, but he felt that it wouldn’t destroy his authority.

Her lip trembled. ‘’You never said that in class…it means a lot to me…thank you…’’ it was something she didn’t expect hear from him, ever. Yet he had said it. A small voice inside was saying that it is all Slytherinish slime, but she didn’t want to believe that…that one compliment made her feel a bit more important. Maybe he’s just mocking me…to make fun of me…as I am a slave…

He had used his leglimens power now, as he wanted to know how she’d react to his words. He expected that she’d snicker, contemplate on how to use his softness against him, trying to find ways to hurt him. He didn’t think of her as a slave, rather as betrothed to him. He had never had a serous relationship in his life. Now some in the wizarding world rumoured that he must be gay as he was never seen together with a woman. The problem was that Severus Snape was far too picky when it came to choosing a woman he wanted to be with for more than just relieving his aching cock. And he could relieve himself in the brothel on Knockturn Alley, fantasizing that he isn’t fucking the whore, but the one woman he truly wants.

In his life there have been only two women he had wanted – Lily Evans and Hermione Granger. He had lost Lily to James Potter – the rich, good-looking prat. This memory still made Severus scowl, back in the days he wasn’t someone important – just a skinny, unsightly and poor Slytherin.

Now the tables were turned. Hermione has no chance to escape his clutches. He didn’t want her to behave like a house elf. This didn’t give him any satisfaction. Yes, he wanted to be dominant, but he as well wanted to be worshipped by her. After all, now he was a rich and powerful man, well, maybe not the most handsome wizard around. And he had the woman of his dreams. A few potions would make her act like she really likes him, then he would have his dream relationship. Even if her attention was potion induced. Actually, he wanted to achieve a point where she’d be so intoxicated that she’d utter phrases like ‘’Severus, my darling…’’

He wanted that…sweet affections. Finally the old book about lust and love potions will come in handy, he smirked. Now I need to keep her positive attitudes towards me…I like her that way…so innocent…

‘’You are not a slave!’’ he said sternly, making her shudder. ‘’You are a woman meant to be with me…’’ he said, trying to sound softer.

I am still nothing…he is just holding back his urge to beat me up, after all, he is a Death Eater, isn’t that his true nature? Fear overcame her again, she suddenly felt like she was in danger. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. One can never be too prepared to get a sudden strike, right?

Suddenly she felt soft lips brush against hers, first it was just a subtle touch, and then it developed into a more passionate one. Soon a velvety tongue was requesting entrance to her mouth and she obliged the request. A rush of hot blood overwhelmed her, all logical thought was gone. Her tongue entwined with his, the kiss getting deeper and deeper. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to pull him closer, to feel him and make sure this wasn’t just an imaginary happening. Right now it didn’t matter who he was – all that she could think of was how she needed to feel his skin against hers, she was longing for his touch again. She wanted more than a touch; she wanted to know if he could make her shudder in pleasure again and again.

Just as she had completely drowned in the kiss, he broke the kiss and stepped away from her. She was disappointed; she had expected more of the sweet bliss.
He regained composure after a few seconds, his eyes never leaving hers. The lust and longing that he saw in her eyes made him feel content. I never thought I’d leave that effect on her…either it is my charm or the effect of the pain relieving potion…I’m sure it’s a rather pleasant side effect of that potion…I wish I could just get into bed with her and devour myself in the pleasures she’d give me…but I have another duty….damn that French minister!!!

‘’You didn’t have to stop…I liked it…’’ she said in a quiet voice.
‘’Ah, eager as ever. I like that….However, I have a mission to fulfil, one which won’t be so delightful…’’ he said in a low and soft tone.

‘’But there is no need to worry,’’ he added as he saw some fear in her eyes, ‘’I have a state visit to France…I can assure you that boredom will not harm me…especially as you will entertain me when I’m back.’’

‘’When will you return, Master?’’ she asked contemplating whether she had angered him with her question or not.

‘’In three days time…you will have to stay in this cell, however, you will be provided with proper food and healing potions. I expect you to be in the best condition when I return. Today you are too weak to engage the activities I plan with you; you will need a lot of energy for that. Is that understandable?’’

‘’Yes, Master.’’ She answered, still surprised by his caring side. maybe he’s not that bad…after all, he didn’t harm me today….

‘’Very well. During the days I’m gone you won’t be disturbed by anyone. The door will be warded so that the only one who can enter is the house elf who will take care of you. The cretin of a guard will not disturb you as well.’’ He scowled remembering that annoying piece of servant.


‘’Thank you, Master.’’ Her gratitude was sincere. She didn’t expect that being a pet would be so easy. If she’d be capable to keep him in this good mood further on her life might be almost ok.

He handed her a vial. ‘’This is a powerful sleeping draught. It will give you the much needed rest for several hours. Drink it when I leave.’’ He said softly, wishing that he didn’t have to leave now.

After having said that he left the cell, his black robes billowing.
The cell door was warded masterfully. Anyone who’d have the idea to even touch it would get a taste of Crucio.

Severus had almost left the dungeons as the guard approached him again.

‘’Did Master see how good I had cared for his pet? She was in perfect condition.’’ A victorious grin spread on his ugly face.

Perfect condition? Where? She lost consciousness when I saw her, he’ll pay for that! With a sneer on his face he directed a wandless Crucio at the guard. For a moment Snape watched how his servant writhed in pain and then left.

Oh yes, torture was one of Snape’s hobbies. He would never let out a good opportunity to have that special entertainment…