The Pet Mistress-NEW chapter!

Whew...it's been a while. I've stated a new job, but it's fun. (If being a Filch-like being is fun).

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Suddenly Severus stopped at a wall, and touched a few stones in an intricate pattern. He had access to some secret passages in the headquarters. Only a select few knew of those…but it came in handy. He wasn’t looking forward to strolling for half an hour to the next Apparition point.
The bricks parted and cold air hit Hermione straight in her face. Her cheeks burned from the cold, and she was grateful that her master had been so generous to give her good robes.

Severus hid a smile as he watched his pet’s cheeks flush, she looked plain out adorable. He swiftly stepped near her, embraced her and kissed her hotly. Just as she started to respond to the kiss, the loud crack of their departure filled the air.

To Severus this was the best side-along Apparition he’s had. The sweet mouth of his pet was something he loved to devour. And oh, he would do it any time he wanted it now. She was his…his property, his woman…his lover. But not really a slave. Rather an unluckily betrothed.

When they finally broke the kiss, he released her from the embrace and let her taein the surroundings. He had intentionally Apparated outside his mansion to show her the grandeur of his new property. Hillwiev Estate was actually his ‘inheritance’ from the previous Minister. But Severus couldn’t care less. It didn’t matter how things came to him. Now he had everything he had always envied Lucius for – a lush mansion and a gorgeous woman on his arm.

For a few moments she stood still, eyeing the huge white building, trying to figure out which period did it belong to. It looked ancient and impressive. Maybe it was Malfoy Manor…or something of the likes. Somehow, she just couldn’t imagine Snape in lushg surrounding, even though he was imposing enough with his own charisma even in an empty field. But she reasoned she didn’t know anything about the man as a person and not a teacher and Death Eater. What were his preferences? Did he like to chain up his slaves and hit them? After the display of power in the hallway she had no illusions that he could be tender and caring. But maybe she could assure he’d not get angry with her, as she didn’t want to trigger his wandless Unforgivables.

‘’Where are we?’’ she asked in a surprised squeak, ‘’Master?’’ She added cautiously, as in not to anger the man.

‘’What a ridiculous question. We’re at your new home, pet.’’ He said with a winning smirk. It felt good to see her in awe. Potter brat’s Grimauld cave was no comparison to his new home.

‘’Are we living with the Malfoys?’’ she asked cautiously, as she had read that Malfoy Manor was an impressive estate built in…she didn’t remember the facts anymore, and did it matter now?

‘’What? No…it is my humble abode. Come, there’s no use to stand around and gape.’’

He guided her forward to the light marble steps, putting his palm on the small of her back. He didn’t want her to slip and break a leg; he tried to convince himself that it was the reason why he was so nice to her. Though some other thoughts came to his mind. Come on, Sev, admit it…you’ve always wanted to have a woman to court… he ignored the voice coming from the depth of his consciousness, he would never…or would he want that? Maybe it was just the chilly air that made him think stupid thoughts.

With a flick of his hand, the heavy ebony door swung open and two smiley house elves came to vision.

‘’We welcome you home, Master, Miss…’’ they cheered in unison and smiled even wider than possible.

Severus didn’t say a word; he just tossed his cloak to one of them and went to help her to unhook her cloak, as it seemed she had a lot of trouble to divest this piece. Once it was open, the robe was tossed to the other elf and the elves disappeared with a quiet pop.

She was really a sight to behold in that short little dress, the knee high boots giving her legs and endless feel, her hair so disheveled, cheeks flushed and eyes looking curios – yes, she really made his heart beat quicker and his mind conjured an array of how he’d take her.

A potion needed to be finished and she needed to have get ready for the day…he’d rather take no chances on trying to see her face full of disgust and annoyance. But when he’d administer the potion secretly she’d be melting in his arms. That’s what he wanted. The description of the potion made him hopeful. It was so much better than Amortentia. She’d fall in a love – induced daze. She’ll admire him, return his affections…she’d be like a love sick puppy. He’d never had a woman be like that for him. And he wanted to experience this, just because he could.

‘’To your left, the door leads to the conservatory.’’ He pointed at some dark double doors. ‘’This is where you come back when you’re done with your bath and dressing. No need to waste time, I’ll show you to your bathroom and dressing room. I will not give you the grand tour as it would be just obnoxious to do so now.’’

He swiftly turned and strode up the curved staircase, not looking back at her. She followed, afraid to anger him in any way. The display of sheer power back in the Death Eater headquarters had made her fear him. He was so incredibly powerful. She could feel his power luring her closer; she wanted to be enveloped in it, like in a floating mist.

‘’This is your dressing room. The elves will set out robes for you after you finish bathing. You have one and a half hour to get ready and not a minute longer. Then you shall meet me in the parlour. Is that clear?’’ He scowled, trying to keep his tone cold. But in truth, he wasn’t angry at her. He felt an undying wish to worship her. He had never felt this way. There was something about her presence or aura. He wanted to have her wrapped around him, her passion expressed freely.

He didn’t understand this feeling. It wasn’t love. He didn’t feel all mushy brained. He needed to keep his mind clear as he had yet to complete the interesting potion, which would give him her fiery passion. Drugging people was bad… but it served his purposes, so it didn’t count as bad, right? Who could tell him that he was wrong? Voldemort couldn’t care less of a Mudblood’s fate.

The door shut with a loud bang, and Hermione realised that she had been left alone. She looked around the room. The interior was to her liking. The light green walls with a white panelling were rather calming. The heavy green couch seemed rather comfortable. Fire cracking in the fireplace made the room feel homey. She stepped to the fireplace and checked the mantle for a box of Floo powder. There was none. Of course, what did she expect?

A warm, sweet scent flooded her nostrils. Following the trail of scent she came to a door, which turned out to be the door to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom a large sunk tub was filled and full of bubbles.

After a moment’s hesitation she started to undress. It’s been so long since I had a bath. It won’t hurt. I better die clean, anyways.

The water felt wonderful around her skin, she luxuriated in the feel of the strawberry-peach scented shampoo in her hair as it washed away the dirt and grime from her locks.
She didn’t sit in the bath for too long to not miss her allowed time span.

Wrapping a surprisingly fluffy towel around herself she excited the bathroom and checked the clock on the mantle. She still had about twenty minutes. On the arm of the sofa she noticed a black silver shimmering dress and a lace undersdress laid out for her

Quickly she put it on, noting that the dress’ corsage ties tied magically. The dress was by no means cheap, then. The material felt good, it was warm enough for winter, but not too heavy. She hadn’t expected that kind of garment. She was a slave, wasn’t she? She had expected something like a larger version of a tea towel to wear, but not this.

The dress was low cut, making the neckline indecent. The corsage had pulled up her breasts as well, making her appear extra curvy. On the side there was a slit, showing her under dress’ hem.

She contemplated on what to do next, as a voice interrupted her trail of thought.

‘’Hey, Princess, you need to do something about that hair…it doesn’t go well with the dress.’’

‘’What?’’

She looked around. There was no one in the room.

‘’In the corner, you dolt! The mirror!’’ the voice said.

She turned and stepped closer to the mirror. She hadn’t noticed it before. Who notices a mirror anyways?

‘’Are you a Muggle?’’ the mirror asked, a slight sneer in its tone.

‘’No, I was just too busy with other things which are on my mind.’’ She huffed and looked into the mirror. Who would’ve guessed that even the mirrors at Snape’s estate would be snarky?

‘’A woman should never ignore a mirror. It might help her to get her greatest weapon.’’ The mirror stated in a pompous tone.

‘’And what’s that weapon? Are you going to get me a wand?’’ she asked hopefully.

‘’No, it’s beauty. It will make the greatest men succumb to your charms.’’

‘’Ha, nonsense. Old women’s tales.’’

Slowly she took a comb and started to comb her messy hair. Suddenly the comb got hot; she shrieked and dropped it on the vanity.

‘’Stupid chit, it’s a magical straightening comb. It won’t burn you. I still wonder why Master thinks you’re amazing. I only see a stupid little chit.’’
‘’How do you know?’’ she asked, picking up the comb again and gasping at the effect of it. She hadn’t had such great hair since… forever.

‘’Well, I’m a mirror. And he has a frame with a picture of you on his nightstand. He always stares at it longingly in the mornings.’’

‘’I thought you’re confined to this room?’’

‘’No, I’m connected to every mirror in the house. I’m where I’m supposed to be now, and unlucky for me, I have to be with you.’’

She laughed and stuck her tongue out to the mirror. What a temper - and that coming from a mirror.

‘’Look, this doesn’t make you look prettier. Would you just put the darn tiara on and go?’’

‘’What tiara?’’ she asked dumbfounded, and then spotted a small crystal clad tiara in the corner.

‘’The one you’re staring at. The elves were mumbling something about saying it needs to fit a princess. I couldn’t care less. Though it will look good on you, I must admit.’’

‘’Why are you acting like this?’’ she said and picked up the fine piece of jewellery. When she put it in her hair, it swayed a little and then fixed itself in her locks.

‘’I’m a mirror of truth. I am forced to tell the truth. Not that I really want to…by the way, you look really good, as a real princess. That’s what Master wanted. Not that I wanted to tell you this, I had to!’’ she mirror muttered.

Hermione smiled. But it was true. She did look good. Even though she wished she would be looking so good for someone she cared for. She put on a light lip gloss and stared at her image.

‘’Move your pretty ass, or you’ll be late to see Master!’’ the mirror bellowed suddenly.

Startled, she slipped on silvery low heeled sandals and headed downstairs.

She didn’t want to anger him. It was better to be attired like this, in this silly outfit than sit in a cold, wet cell. Call it vain, but she didn’t want to be imprisoned anymore. She wanted comfort. At any cost. The war had hurt her so. Now all she wanted was mindless bliss, just to live like a plant. No pain, no worries. Nothing.

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Severus’ breath caught in his throat as he saw her. She was like a vision from a dream. A true princess. He had ordered the elves to prepare attire suitable for that description. He had never thought she would look so stunning. She would’ve turned heads in any ball now. But now she’s all mine. No one can claim her… A light smirk formed on his lips. The little flicker of guilty conscience vanished as quickly as it had come. Now was not the time to be noble. It was time to take all he wanted.

‘’Would you like a drink?’’ he asked silkily. She nodded slightly.

The girl was standing motionlessly in the doorway, looking so lost and innocent. But so extremely beautiful, too. He wanted her; he needed to have her fully tonight. She would never want me willingly, he tried to reason with himself as he poured a bit of brandy in a glass and mixed it with the lust potion.

She would never know what had happened to her. The potion would fully settle in her system in an hour. It was supposed to arouse endless desire. In the old days, it had been used for betrothed couples. Its high effectiveness was achieved by adding blood or hair of each of the couple. Severus was more than ready to sacrifice a few drops of his blood to see her writhing under him in passion.

‘’Come, sit with me,’’ he purred and patted a spot next to him on the couch.

Cautiously, she sat down and took the offered drink. She wouldn’t be able to detect any tampering with the drink, he was sure. He felt so powerful right now.

Finally he was getting what he had craved for years. Just one more hour and she’d be liquid passion in his arms.