The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

A/N I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but university gets tougher every week.

I hope I haven't made too many mistakes, as i'm a Scandinavian studying in the UK, so please be gentle.

This chapter explores the themes of unexpected happenings and being trapped.

How do you think severus will get out of this situation?




Hermione took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself. It was hard to believe that everything that just happened had been real. He had all the traits she wished her ideal partner had – intelligence, a strong, dominating character and passion.Ron never made me feel like Severus does….Severus? Why did I call him that? He is my owner now; he is not my lover…torture…that’s the exact word to describe how his touch felt…I want more of that…

Countless thoughts whirled trough her mind, she couldn’t find the right answers to all the questions racing back and forth trough her. Then she took a look at the little vial in her hand. The sleeping draught. In a few seconds she downed the liquid and cuddled into the quilt. The delightful bliss of sleep enveloped her for hours.

As she slowly opened her eyes she saw a house elf staring at her with its big eyes.
‘’Hello, Miss. My name’s Dimwit and I am here to follow the orders given by my Master Snape.’’ The elf said calmly and it surprised Hermione with its rather good spoken manner. Usually house elves didn’t seem as intelligent as this one, but then again – usually Masters tortured their pets into oblivion, so nothing’s usual when being the pet of Severus Snape.

‘’If Miss would be so kind to sit up so I can give you your meal,’’ Hermione sat up, after all she hadn’t eaten a proper meal since forever. A bowl of hot chicken soup was placed in her hands and after the first spoonfuls she thought that being Severus’ pet wasn’t too bad if she’s treated like now.

‘’Is the food to Miss’ liking? I have to make sure Miss eats properly and gets better by the time Master returns.’’

‘’It is wonderful, Dimwit’’, she continued to eat and talk, ‘’so did Master allow you to talk to me?’’

‘’Yes, I have to make sure you eat and take your medicine. Because if you don’t do that, it means I am a bad elf and I will get punished.’’ The elf nervously played with his ears, even the mere thought of the punishment was scaring him.

‘’And what would your punishment be?’’ she asked curiously when she put down the empty bowl.

‘’Cleaning the entire cauldron’s in Master’s lab…without magic…there are more than a hundred…and then sort all ingredients. Alphabetically, without magic.’’ The elf shuddered saying it all out loud.

So typically for Snape…giving tedious work as punishment…I’ve heard stories in sixth year that cleaning cauldrons was the most popular duty for detention…it is not harsh, but makes him appear powerful…oh, Merlin, he has a powerful touch…what he did to me was amazing…. Hermione drifted into thoughts about her master as the squeaky voice of the elf brought her back to reality.

‘’Miss must eat more…’’ the elf shoved a plate of sandwiches in her hands.

‘’I will, I will don’t worry….I just wanted to know how Master treats you?’’ she asked both inspire by her SPEW days as well as of practical interest – after all, she’s in a similar situation to the elf.

‘’I am very proud to be the Minister’s elf. He expects everything to be perfect, always. But his orders are precise, I never misunderstand. I learn new skills every month from the books which appear in the kitchen. I find reading interesting. I don’t understand the other elves here at the quarters that can’t speak properly and get drunk on butter beer every evening. I learned proper talk from a book. When other elves drink I take my book and a jar of pumpkin juice and read sitting at the fireplace, ‘’ the elf looked up at Hermione and blushed a bit, if it was possible for an elf to blush. ‘’ I’m sorry Miss, that I bored you with my endless blabber…it’s just that I wanted to talk to someone…the other elves are too stupid for me…I don’t expect Master to talk to me…and as Miss asked I…’’

‘’Don’t be sorry, I want to know…’’ she reassured the elf. ‘’What did Master tell you about me?’’

‘’oh, master said you are very important to him. That you are a bit ill, but he gave me all directions what to do to make you feel better…’’ the elf said matter-of-factly. ‘’And if I do everything right master wil reward me with a new book- ‘’Effective cleaning spells for house elves’’, the elf said dreamily.

‘’He will reward you?’’ she asked surprised.

‘’Yes, the perspective of getting a reward makes me work harder.’’ The elf smiled widely. ‘’And Miss seems nice, so it is even better a pleasure for me to serve you.’’

Of course Hermione’s curiosity was killing her, but she didn’t dare to interrogate the elf as she knew that she can’t interrogate the elf. For one, the elf would get punished if Snape found out and – she wasn’t sure she truly needs to know how her life in future would be. She’ll just face it – with eyes wide…shut.

‘’Miss, I need to go soon so I’ll show you what I left you…’’ the elf pointed towards a small table which had appeared next to her bed. ''The tea pot magically refills itself, the bowls of fruit and candy hopefully are enough to make you feel good till I bring you dinner…as well as there’s a book master told me to give you… and here are some potions Miss has to take... I’m sorry for being so rude and leaving so soon, but I need to clean the house. I hadn’t planned to talk to Miss for so long, but Miss is so kind…’’ the elf explained apologetically.

‘’Dimwit, its ok. You do the right thing by following Master’s orders.’’ Hermione said soothingly.

‘’See you later, Miss.’’ The elf squealed and disappeared with a loud pop.


The first thing she reached for was the book. She didn’t remember when she had read something last time. ‘’Advanced potion making theory’’ was the title of the volume. She surely knew that this book wasn’t in the Hogwarts library. Why? Because it is a standard book for apprenticeship. She had wanted to do an apprenticeship in potions, preferably with Snape, but the war began and she didn’t even finish her seventh year in school. Carefully

She opened the leather bound book and wanted to turn the first page as a little note fell out.

Hermione,
I hope this book will be a welcome entertainment for you in the lonely hours while you wait for my return.
I assigned a house elf to cater you so I expect you to be in best health when I see you again.

SS

She knew that this note was just a reminder, nothing more. But then again, she felt special because he had bothered to write a note for her, a mere pet! It seemed to be written in a rather straight and edgy handwriting, but it wasn’t a matter to her. Once again, he had shown humane attitude, no, even more – some emotion. That was something she had never expect a man like Severus Snape to be able to show.

Smiling contently she grabbed an apple from the bowl, bit it and began to read. This was a moment of normalcy that had been missing for so long. And Severus was the only connection to the world she knew. I wonder what’s he’s doing now? Is he t. alright? She scolded herself for this thought. You are his slave!!! You must not care! But somehow, she still did. She gently ran her hand over the book, as if imagining it was him instead.


**

Severus entered the French Ministry of Magic and frowned. What would he give for the chance to take Hermione to his mansion and indulge himself in her charms. But none of this was going to happen as he had a three-day worth work to do with the French minister, Frank Richard. Severus was sure that the toad-like short and fat man was dearly losing in comparison to Snape not only in the looks department, but as well in intelligence. But that was a good thing – it was a sure bet Richard would accept any suggestions.

As usual Severus had to endure the overly enthusiastic greeting procedure of minister Retard, which consisted of a tight hug, animated small talk and a gallon of tea before any serious matter would be even briefly touched.

As Severus had finally managed to move the attention to his suggestions about potions ingredient import and export supervision, as the fire in the fireplace crackled and the head of an utterly ugly witch appeared. Snape sighed. Has Richard ever heard of diplomatical conduct?

‘’Oh, excuse me, Severus, looks like my lovely wife has an emergency.’’ Frank said quietly.

‘’So this is the British minister?’’ the woman stepped out of the fireplace and strode towards Snape. Her scrawny figure was accentuated by a dress possibly made of a potato sack in a muddy colour which made her ribs stand out perfectly. Snape gulped. This woman was a nightmare. If it would be in his power, he’d send her for permanent residency at the Forbidden forest. However, he had to be polite and stood up to greet her..

‘’A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Richard. Severus Snape to your service.’’ he bowed slightly and kissed the top of her palm.

The witch giggled. ‘’You’re such a charming knight, Severus. Please, call me Rosalinde.’’ She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. What is this crazy woman doing? In front of her husband? This is just a nightmare…I will wake up in the arms of my wonderful pet…. He jerked away from her, hiding his disgust and stepped away. That was useless as she stepped closer to him again.

‘’You know, if you get lonely here, contact me,’’ she slipped him a piece of parchment.’’ You’re such a hunk…all the new English leaders are so cute…but you’re my favourite…’’she run her hands trough hishair and her face was again so close to his that he could count the hairs in the wart on her nose. And she was again going to kiss him...

He was trapped. He didn’t know what to do. Just one hex and she’d never touch him again. But could he hex her? After all , her husband was just a few steps away.

For the very first time in his life, Severus Snape, high ranking Death Eater and fearless warrior, was caught like a deer in the headlights.