The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

I finally am able to put up a chapter, real life got so tough on me.

I hope you enjoy, this chapter is longer than usual. Severus is so adorable when angry :)

Grammar mistakes are all unintentionally mine, I try my best not to make them.

Tell me what you think please.

And oh, Draco will have a lot of impact in later chapters, so don't fret!

Dear Minister Snape,
I profusely apologize for not being able to attend today’s meetings due to a sudden minor illness, which should be cured by tomorrow. However, you can feel free to visit the ‘’Pink Cat Club’’, the establishment we dined at yesterday, again as reservations are made and paid for.
I hope we will be able to continue the visit and finish signing the suggested decrees.

Your faithful colleague,
Frank Richard

Severus snorted when he read the owl he’d received from Richard the next morning. The ‘’sudden minor illness’’ excuse was truly entertaining for Severus. He wondered how Richard did explain his condition to his lovely wife. Of course he would’ve loved to see his colleague shit-faced the next day, but oh well; once again the almighty diplomacy didn’t allow that.
Now he had the whole day to himself…with nothing planned. He would not go to that cat club again. He just wasn’t interested. Maybe if this had happened a week before he had gotten his pet, he’d gladly fuck the greedy, old veelas senseless…but now he had his beautiful, young pet. What wizard in his right mind would chose old veelas over a just-of-age girl, who was his to do with as he’d please?

Beauty…he knew he was by no means called handsome, even after ingesting the Semper Formosus potion which had restored the beauty of Voldemort. The creation of this particular potion had made him step up in the ranks of the inner Circle, becoming an equal with Lucius. However, to his disdain, the potion only improved the features of the user, in the way that it restored the natural beauty. As Voldemort had been a handsome man, he had instantly gotten back his natural look, with an added glow, which made him irresistibly handsome.

For Severus, it was a different result. His skin colour had improved from the spooky sallow to a passable pale, the wrinkles and lines in his face had eased; even his teeth were white now. His hair, the previously worst feature in his looks, was now falling heavy over his shoulders, not greasy anymore, though he believed the improvements where due to the fact he was not cooped up in the dungeons over steaming cauldrons. Yes, he quite liked his new office in the Ministry. I’ve very well deserved this…and I very well deserved my pet. What will she think of me? I quite like myself now… he smiled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror; now he even liked to smile. A little, of course, but he reckoned that it fit well with his new looks. Or maybe it was just a result of the Dark Lord’s and Lucius’ combined efforts to make Severus more press-appealing, as they said.

He donned a travelling cloak and Apparated to an apothecary in Provence. It had been one of his favourite suppliers for years, the freshly picked herbs and an array of illegal ingredients, including, but not limited to, dragon eggs and other rarities. He wanted to take his mind off things, but his efforts were rather unsuccessful.

Actually, he tried to rid himself of the constant image of his pet. The big brown doe eyes and her young, innocent face was something that made even him feel a bit of warmth. There always had been something so indescribably enticing about her. She wasn’t a classical beauty, but maybe exactly this was it. Every time he had been near her after her fourth year he had felt the need to be near her…just that. Though he did admit to himself that she had looked like an enticing Siren in the Yule ball…

With a shrug, he decided to Apparate to Bordeaux and get a few bottles of wine. And then drink until he had peace from the haunting image of his soon to be pet. maybe I should’ve just fucked the old Veelas… The though made him shudder. Soon enough he’d have a young sexy body under him.


Weird was the only word she thought would fit the description of her situation now. She knew she must’ve been disgusted and fought with all her might against the prospect of becoming someone’s pet. It seemed so low, in a way. But Snape seemed in way secure. Yes, he was a very dangerous wizard. But he hadn’t done anything terrible to her.

She rather felt drawn to his presence. Moreover, the power he was emitting. She felt like a fly flying towards a sticky paper. But then it had felt to good to have his hands on her. His magic had washed over her in lazy waves; it was powerful, but not dragging. And it had made her mind all mushy.

Right now, her mind was all but foggy. The healing draughts and nourishing foods brought to her by the extremely caring elf Dimwit had helped her to regain a lot of strength.

And a feeling lurked in the deepest corner of her consciousness. You’re a traitor! Traitor! How could she fall in Snape’s arms so easily? She should’ve been by Harry’s side till the very end.

Harry…
His brilliant green eyes, the heart melting smile…and the enormous amount of power he had from time to time.
They had made so many plans..

‘’And when the war’s over, we’ll marry. I will finally have a family…and maybe one day, kids…I’ve already picked the names…if we have a boy he’d be either Albus James or Arthur Sirius…if it’s a girl, then Minerva Lily…’’ what do you think, my love?’’ he asked her with such a hope in his voice.

‘’ Harry…it sounds wonderful…’’ she kissed him lightly. ‘’But what if one of us dies in the war?’’

His expression became serious, ‘’Then you will go on. Our cause is the most important thing. But I will never let anything happen to you, you’re the light of my life.’’ He pulled her close. ‘’I couldn’t live without you…so don’t ever think of leaving me.


Tears streamed down her face. She felt so bad now. Harry had loved her with all his heart…but she…she had a deep affection for him, yes, but was it an eternal love? Not really. She rather felt a need to be by his side as it gave her a steady balance and calmness in her life. He was the rock she could lean on. Now, she was stranded alone in the cruel world ruled by Death Eaters. Sure, Snape was a much better ‘Master’ candidate than Dolohov or, gods forbid, Crabbe or Goyle.

It wasn’t easy for her to admit but she had lusted after the gloomy Professor for a long time. His voice had an effect on her lie the strongest aphrodisiac. The warm, rich timbre was so enthralling; she had always wanted to get his attentions. Solely, for her alone…at that moment, she had thought that she’d gone positively bonkers. But when Ginny had confessed that she’s got a crush on Snape too, Hermione was relieved.

He was always in control. No mistakes allowed in his classroom, or the punishment would be severe. And she had always secretly agreed to his teaching methods. Potions are a dangerous subject, one wrong stir and the whole room could explode. Neville never understood that. Heck, no one understood that.

She loved this subject. Such subtle yet powerful magic. No needless wand waving.

One of her most cherished memories was her success in stealing from his private stores. She had thought he didn’t know. Apparently, she had been wrong…but what could he do now? Anything, she reminded herself.

Her task now was to find out what has happened to the Order and all her friends. The best information source is always the Ministry. And what luck to have the Minister so close by?

The memory of his touch still ghosted over her skin. It had felt so different from any other caress she’d ever received. And she wanted more of it, thoughts of her being a traitor be damned.


She didn’t know for how long she had slept, after all she had taken the sleeping draught given to her by the elf. Her eyes flutterd open and she was looking right back into endlessly deep dark eyes.

‘’I see there’s no need to wake you. Good, we can get going.’’ His voice washed over her like a hot wave and she was awake in the very moment.

She wondered if that was really a flicker of a smile on his face or not, but she decided not to ponder on it for now.

‘’Hello…Master. Has it really been three days?’’ she asked, her voice a bit husky from sleep. What to expect from him wasn’t certain, but she just hoped to not get any hexes so she’d move. Access to information will depend on my behaviour…so I’ll move she though to herself and sat up.

Severus had taken a few steps back. He couldn’t give in and be gentle to his adorable pet. The sight which greeted him when he had stepped into the cell was a truly heavenly image. Her face so calm, lips half parted and her hair sprawled over the pillow like wild crown was making a strange warmth grown inside his chest. He wanted to cradle her in his arms and kiss her pouty lips. Nor is the time or place for that. Later, I will have plenty of time…and I’ll administer the lust potion…just in case…I want a passionate night. Yes, this thought made him feel so much better and let him hold back and not act like a caveman.

‘’Put your shoes and cloak on so we can leave. Contrary to the popular believe, I do not revel in staying in dungeon cells.’’ He said with a sneer, pointing at a pair of black knee high boots and a black woollen cloak thrown over the side of the bed.

She looked at the indicated objects and took the boots in her hands, finding a pair of heavy woollen socks stuffed in them. Hurryingly, she put the socks on and started to lace up the boots.

Severus had to control his breathing, it was such a sexy sight to see her slowly lace up the boots. The black leather did look very good on her pale skin. Down boy, I’m not like one of my dim-witted minions who fucks in the cells…I’ll do it with class…

Meanwhile she had stood up and began to button the robe. He watched her, not letting his gaze wander away for a while. He had chosen the standard Death Eater garb for her instead of the light coloured sacks pets usually got. Not that most masters cared of dressing their pets. But he would. And the garb guaranteed that no idiot would go and grab her, as they’d fear she’d hex them.

Once buttoned up she stood still and looked at the imposing form of her Master. He looked like a dark god, towering near the doorframe, his black robes slightly billowing in the dungeon cold breeze.

‘’Put the hood over your face…I want us to not face any distractions on the way…’’ he said slowly and stepped closer to her, smoothing some of her wild curls into the hood. He still couldn’t believe she was his and his alone.

He put his hand lightly on the small of her back and led her to the door. The walked quick trough the hallway, but suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. He looked in the direction she was stating and understood the reason why she had stopped.

In a cell to their right was a sort of revel going on. A woman was chained naked to a stone table and she was being ravished by many men…her cries echoed ttrough the hallway, the sobs of the other cellmates which were chained to the walls added more horror to the picture.

Severus hadn’t even noticed the noise; he was rather used to things like that, as his minions often got new Muggle pets. Not that he ever cared what they did to those women.

‘’This is not going to happen to you…you are mine and mine only. I don’t share my things…’’ he whispered in her ear and brushed his lips against her cheek.

She smiled lightly and began to walk again, assured by Severus’ words. It was still better to end up with one man than service an entire legion of dirty idiots. She sneaked a few glances towards Severus. He looked rather dashing. His hair seemed to be rather silky and not greasy. And he smelled quite nice, too. The fresh spicy scent fit him very well and made her want to lean in and inhale more of his enticing scent.

She waling like in a haze, thinking about how suddenly Severus had become so attractive, that she didn’t notice the surroundings.

‘’You bitch, get here right now!’’ a male voice shouted, then hurried footsteps followed as a scantily clad badly bruised woman emerged from an alcove and tried to run from the corridor. A bulky man quickly caught up with her and cast a Crucio on his poor victim. Then he hit the writhing woman and pulled up her dress. ‘’Now you’ll get what you deserve.’’

However, the Death Eater couldn’t go on as he screamed out in pain and blood began to seep from small cuts along his sin.
He whipped out his wand. ‘’Who did this? You’re gonna pay, son of a bitch,’’ he said as he turned to see Severus. In an instant, the mans wand flew to Severus.

‘’How dare you to be disrespectful to your high Master?’’ Snape bellowed, sending a non-verbal Crucio towards the man.

As the curse lifted, the man gasped, ‘’I am under the command of Lord Malfoy…I didn’t notice you, Minister.’’

‘’Idiot, that you’ve always been, Wilitson…even the house of Hufflepuff should be ashamed of the likes of you.’’ Another Crucio was cast.

‘’I’m so sorry, sir.’’ Wilitson sobbed, still writhing in pain.

‘’You’d better be. Or next time, I won’t bother more than Avada you. ‘’ Then Snape tossed the wand to the woman on the ground. ‘’Have fun.’’ He said casually, noting the evil smirk forming on the face of the woman. Oh yes, he loved to teach a lesson to idiots.

Hermione hurried after Severus, her breath catching and heart trembling in fear. The immense amount of power he was so easily wielding was overwhelming to her. She hadn’t seen anyone capable to cast a Sectumsempra and Crucio wandless and yet powerful.