Chained In Slavery
Chapter 1- The Unwanted Gift
She choked slightly as the contraption was fastened around her neck, silent tears rolling down her puffy cheeks. 'Why?' She wanted to scream to him, 'Why me? Why are you doing this?' She had been crying so much in the past few hours that her throat ached; she couldn't sob and cry out like she wanted to. No. She was silent.
And that's how he wanted her.
Neither of them planned this, she was thrown at him. She was a gift.
A gift! He hardly saw her as that, to him, she was a burden.
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It all happened twenty-four hours ago when the little brunette witch decided to go shopping for books in Knockturn Alley. She wanted to do some research for an extracurricular project for her Potions Professor. The only professor in all of Hogwarts that she worked her hardest for just so that she can prove to him that she can do anything that he throws at her, would not go easy on her in the slightest.
It was her life goal to get that man to say at least one `good job' or 'excellent work' which was highly unlikely and almost impossible to get.
She picked up a book titled Potion Making of the Dark Ages when a large and rather smelly hand wrapped itself around her mouth and nose, and pulling her body flat against theirs. She tried to scream as she felt a rather defined bulge against the small of her back. "Shhh, can't have you screaming to the world now." The baritone male voice breathed in her ear. "Now Mudblood, you are coming with me and you are going to behave. If not," His free hand wondered. "My friends and I just might have to punish you." And with that he squeezed her breast and dragged her off.
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Walking through the halls in Malfoy Manor, he headed to where his Master waited. He was lucky that he just finished up his detention with Lavender Brown (the little bitch knows better than to give one of her classmates a hand-job in his class) before the Dark Lord summoned him. It wasn't often that 'his mighty Lord' summoned him during the week. So it had to be an important event. 'It better be important.' Snape thought in irritation.
Pushing open the large oak doors, he stepped into the room. He strode to Voldemort, bowing and kissing the hem of his robes.
"Get up Ssseverusss…" The Snake-Man hissed at his most loyal servant. Without a word the dark man rose from his throne. "Ssseverus, you have sssurprisssed me. You have not joined you fellow Death Eaters in the dungeonsss with disssciplining the whoresss. What do you have to sssay for yourssself?"
He bowed again. "My Lord, I am sorry I have disappointed you, but unlike your other followers, I am not an animal." He dared to raise his eyes and look his Master in the eye. "Instead of raping young women and girls, I use my time to make potions for you my Lord and to spy on and work for the old coot Dumbledore." Snape collectively said before bowing once again.
"And that isss what I expect from you, but that doesssn't mean my ssservantsss thinks lessssss of you." The Snake-Man hissed with authority.
"My Lord?" Severus asked questioningly as he quickly thought about his lord's sanity.
"And to fix thisss little problem, I have a gift for you Ssseverusss…"
"A… a gift my Lord?" The Potions master asked in surprise.
"Lucius, bring the girl!" Severus could have sworn that Malfoy was smirking on the other side of the room. Severus waited only moments before he could hear whimpers and struggling coming from the door, almost like a muffled sort of panic 'No's' could be heard coming from a girl. Lucius dragged in his soon to be gift.
Hermione Granger.
His most brilliant student.
"Ah, it seems that Ssseverusss has recognized his gift."
Lucius chuckled as he ran his finger down the girl's cheek. "He does my Lord. And he should appreciate it, considering that the Mudblood is still a virgin."
'A virgin?' Severus thought as he looked at the girl. 'She can't be! After all, she's always hanging around those hormonal dunderheads she calls friends.' Snape thought is disgust.
Lucius sighed, blowing locks of brunette hair. "Our Lord has kept this one locked up from the rest, we couldn't get to her." His voice was soft; you could have said he wanted to cry. 'Did Lucius turn gay on us?' Snape asked himself.
Voldemort stood from his seat and stood in front of the young witch. "My dear, you're ssshaking? Why don't you go to your new Massster and get warmed up?" His voice soft and gentle… caring? Lucius dragged the petite witch over to her Professor, pushing her into his arms where he kept her warm and from harm. By Voldemort's command, Lucius had kept the Manor freezing and with the girl's loss of a cloak, she was in just a short skirt and dress shirt, her school uniform. "Ssseverusss, you like your gift?" He didn't answer; he just ran his hand down his students' chilled arm as she shook and sobbed into his chest. Voldemort turned. "You may go."
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As a requirement from the Dark Lord, all Slaves were to wear collars around their necks to cut off all magic from their bodies and to show the tags of who their Master is. But Severus Snape was not expecting this. He thought it had been cleared up years ago. Not still there, not visible, not four years later.
No, this was hidden under magic.
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'Oh goddess! He knows! He can see it! Them!' Hermione wanted to cry out in frustration at her situation. The only thing she had ever wanted to hide was exposed. It didn't matter that she was now her Professors Slave, but because he had found out her secret.
"Ms. Granger. That is enough of your tears, but I understand how this might come to a shock as you are now your Potions Masters Slave. Now, I believe I want answers as to why you have something sticking out of the bottom of your skirt?" Hermione looked up at the man, who was clearly taller than her; no she didn't want to talk about it. But something was poking at her brain, wanting her to answer.
Grabbing the pointed out limb in her nimble hands, she stroked it. "Um, Madame Promfry, sir, she… she couldn't heal me, sir, I - I had gotten stuck like this… after… after the polyjuice potion accident." She said quietly.
"And, Ms. Granger, besides your tail what other extra limbs do you happen to have?" Hermione's Master asked her. Blushing, Hermione unflatten her furry ears from the top of her head and opened her mouth showing four very sharp white fangs. She watched as Snape looked up and down her figure, taking in her appearance. "Have you learned your lesson Ms. Granger?"
Hermione smirked. "Yes sir, I have learned not to take hairs from Millicent's robes."
"GRANGER!"
"Sir, you should really watch your blood pressure, I believe that someone's face should not go that colour-" The girl was cut off when Snape had grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her through the house, stopping at a door. After being pushed into the room he spoke.
"You will stay here till I see fit, and when I do I will be going over the rules of this arrangement." And with that, the door slammed shut and she was alone at last.
Hermione looked around the room, it wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. There was enough room so the she could be comfortable and she still had all that was necessary. Under the window opposite to the door, stood a bed with navy blue sheets flat against the mattress; not a wrinkle made appearance. Beside the bed was a night stand with a lamp standing upright. Opposite to the night stand was a sycamore dresser with two doors to its right. The first door, Hermione opened and it led to a small bathroom with an upright shower, toilet, and sink. It held what she would need, though she wished that she didn't have to use it long, wanting to go home.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she opened the last door. Not expecting what she saw, Hermione gawked at the dresses that hung there.
What is Snape going to do to her? One can only hope that pain would not be involved.