A/N: I'm back! ^_^ I'm done with my exams, which went great (thanks for the good luck wishes), and after a week of complete relax and procrastination, I'm back to FanFiction:-)
Just in case you forgot, this is an M rate ff, with D/s - BDSM content
Enjoy!
MY MASTER
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Chapter 13
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Black laced knickers
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by Saeshmea
I feel renewed, reborn like a phoenix, as I'm getting ready to start the week on Monday morning; and while I try to decide between my white cotton knickers and my black lace ones, I wonder how long this wave of joy will last.
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"Good morning," I greet Pomona as I take my seat between the empty chair of the Headmaster and her.
"Good morning," Pomona replies, "Now, don't you look different today!" she says with her never fading smile.
"I had a good weekend," I state, since this is going to be the only piece of information coming out of me.
"Did you? The girls and I went window shopping and wanted you to come, but you were nowhere to be found," she says.
"You know I don't get the meaning of going around shops without the purpose of buying anything," I reply, as I pour myself some tea, trying to drive her attention off my whereabouts during the past couple days.
"We did had some purpose, you know," she replies with the mischievous tone of a child hiding something, and I leave my cup on the table and look at her so she knows I'm listening, "I went to try on my wedding dress," she says, and I guess she notices my gasp, "You haven't forgot about the wedding have you?"
"Of course not," I lie, hiding my shameful face behind my tea.
"Would you like to see the dress?" she asks enthusiastically.
"I'd love to," I say, and I soon regret it.
"Good," she smiles, "the girls are coming for tea after class, why don't you join us?"
"Pom, I'd love to, but..." I begin, but she interrupts me.
"No excuses," she says, "everybody has a lot of work to do around here and yet we all find time to enjoy ourselves except for you, Minerva," she places her hand on top of mine, "you didn't die in the war," she says, and before I can even build a reply, a majestic white owl flies across the room and sits in front of me.
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I know who it belongs to, and the only presence of it makes me sick. There's only two reasons why my aunt would owl me and, since it's not my birthday or any special holiday, and I can see Dumbledore coming into the Great Hall, meaning that he's not unreachable, I begin to worry that maybe something has happened to her or uncle Vincent.
After rewarding the bird with a bite of my morning toast and watching it fly away, I open the letter:
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Dear Minerva,
We would like to invite you for tea this Friday. We'll be expecting you at five o'clock. Be punctual and dress formal.
Love you,
Vincent and Millicent.
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"Good Morning," the voice of the Headmaster pulls me away from the parchment on my hands.
"Good morning, Albus," I say, tuning around to face him and, on the way, spotting Severus only a few chairs further, having his breakfast in silence.
"Is everything alright?" Dumbledore asks, staring at the opened envelop near my half-empty cup of tea.
"It seems so, but," I mutter, and then it comes to my mind that he met my aunt more recently than I. "Albus," I say, "by any chance, you wouldn't know why Millicent would invite me over in the middle of the school year, would you?"
"Well, she seemed worried about you the last time I saw her," he says.
"How come?" I wonder.
"She asked me how you were doing and I told her that you were fine, regardless of a lack of social life and any interest of having fun," he answers, as a matter-of-factly and I have to keep my temper not to take my hands to his neck.
"When people asks how someone is doing they are usually being polite, not expecting a full report," I say, probably sounding less nice than I wished.
"But she's family," he estates, as if that solved everything and I reach the top of my patience.
I let go a sigh and excuse myself to leave. As I walk across the table, I feel Severus eyes on my back, but I don't turn around. My wave of joy is gone.
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Mondays are usually stressful enough without the trouble of replying an invitation for a tea party that I don't want to attend. But I can't give an excuse to my aunt, if I lie, she'd learn the truth some way or another and she'd get mad at me, so I end up writing a couple lines telling her that it will be a pleasure to see her so soon and that I will not forget the time. Luckily, I still have my date with Severus to look forwards for Friday; which reminds me about Pomona's wedding.
She's getting married in April, and I should remember to tell Severus because I'll be gone for an entire weekend. I still can't believe I forgot about it! She's been with Hans for ages; they were going to get married before the war, but he was called of duty to help the aurors and they adjourned it. They never imagined it would last ten years.
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A knock at the door of my empty classroom while I'm cleaning the blackboard drags me away from my thoughts. I turn around, expecting to find a student coming to pick up something he forgot, only to find Severus standing at the end of the row of desks.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, professor," he apologizes as he crosses the classroom.
"Don't worry, Mr. Snape," I mutter, putting the board rubber down, "I am done with my classes anyway."
It is weird being so formal with him all of a sudden, I know it's what we agreed but, it feels as if the weekend was an illusion; especially when that feeling of the morning disappeared so soon.
"What can I do for you?" I ask, sitting back on my desk and looking up at him, standing a few feet further.
"Professor Slughorn sent me to tell you he needs to cancel his classes for Thursday morning," he explains and he hands me the formal application we use in this cases filled with Horace' handwriting, "apparently he has some kind of medical appointment."
"Nothing serious, I hope," I say as I take the parchment.
"I wouldn't know," he replies, and I laugh silently at his lack of interest.
"Well, I don't think there'll be any problem," I open one of my drawers and take out the timetables folder to check which classes will be canceled, "Fourth and seventh years," I sight, thinking aloud, "Horace must be out of his mind, this kids have exams in a couple months, they can't be losing classes so easily," and then I remember I'm not alone, "sorry," I say, glancing at Severus for a moment, and silence surrounds us.
"It's alright," I hear him mutter as I go back to the form and sign it reluctantly, "you seem stressed," he points out, "left the Great Hall in a hurry both for breakfast and lunch," he adds, "I hope it's not because of this weekend."
"Oh, Gods, no," I say, standing up to hand him the paper, "I think that's actually the only thing that is helping me keep together this damn Monday," I force a smile on my lips and before I can even realize, he's standing right in front of me, close enough to feel his breath on my chin, and I am stupidly still holding the damn form on my hands.
"Then, maybe I can help," he says, taking the parchment and leaving it on the desk, "take off your knickers, Ms. McGonagall."
His tone is changed, even his look is different than a few seconds before and I wonder if he has some kind of switch he can press to change form normal Snape to Master Snape with such facility.
"Severus, this is my classroom," I whisper, I don't know why, because nobody can hear us, "somebody could walk by."
Without saying a word, he turns around and shuts the door with his wand, then turns back to me.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" he asks, with that voice that makes me melt down and, without giving it anymore thought, I begin to pull my knickers down my tights.
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Ten minutes later I am being fucked on my desk, my ass throbbing after a light spanking, my hands magically pinned above my head and my black laced knickers gagging my mouth with the taste of my own juices.
Suddenly, as if I'd been stunned by an obliviate spell, I forget about my aunt's mysterious tea party, Albus lack of personal boundaries, Pomona's wedding and my meeting with her and the girls in a few minutes.
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Slowly, he empties my mouth after we're done and, before I can even build something to say in my mind, his lips assault me and, closing my eyes, I am back to La Maison, tied up to the bed, blindfolded and kissed by that stranger that resulted to be Severus Snape; and I realize we hadn't kissed since then.
"If you don't mind," he talks, as I grasp for air after he pulls apart, "I'll keep them 'till Friday," he grins, showing me my wet knickers on his hand, and I don't find a voice to reply. He keeps them in his pockets, grabs the signed form for Slughorn and leaves.
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TO BE CONTINUED…