TITLE: Pet
AUTHOR: Tiffany
PAIRING: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
RATING: G & Up
SUMMARY: Harry finally gets something of his own.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Harry Potter, but I'd sure like to (Please royalties of JK Rawlings come to me!)
Challenge: Write FOUR separate drabbles, stories of exactly one hundred words each. All drabbles must be interconnected somehow and they must go from G & up. One of each rating.
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Harry smiled tenderly and stroked his pet's dark hair. Harry had always wanted a pet. The Dursley's never would have allowed it. Like most of his belongings, his pet was secondhand. That didn't matter—he belonged to Harry.
He loved the feeling of the silky fleece sliding through his fingers. The thought of someone taking his pet caused the slumbering rage to flare in his bright green eyes, and Harry's hands tightened painfully into the hair he'd been gently stroking.
Mine. You're mine. He thought greedily, gazing at his pet with an obsessive possessiveness that frightened his guests, Hermione and Ron.
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After Harry got rid of his unwanted guests by using all of his boyish charm and nonthreatening demeanor, he was finally able to let his inner rage shine through.
"Come here, pet," Harry drawled sharply.
When the black haired man didn't move fast enough, Harry reached down, grabbed his hair, and smiled softly into the wary face of Severus Snape, former potions master at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"You're tired aren't you, my pet? Well, let's get you ready for bed." Harry smiled softly, kindly at the pale, stiff man as he mindlessly followed him to Harry's chambers.
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"Who do you belong to?" Harry demanded sharply.
When he received only silence as his reply, Harry grinned gleefully.
"So you want to play a game, pet? Now which one," Harry mused as he rummage through the metal trunk at the end of his bed.
Harry pulled out a metallic whip that was four feet long and had short quarter-inch spikes covering if from the end of the handle to its molten tip.
Without warning, it struck the silent man who had been chained to the four poster bed, causing him to bleed all over the white silk sheets.
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After the whipping and over the whimpers of his pet, Harry sang a lullaby while drawing patterns in blood over the torn skin.
"Hush pet, don't say a word, or Harry's gonna give you a whipping faster , and if you don't say Master, Harry's gonna give you more pain with his cane."
After several renditions of this macabre chant and seeing the message written on his chest with his blood—Albus Dumbledore gave you to me.—Severus Snape, pet of Harry Potter, croaked "Master" and cried silent tears as his body was ruthless fucked by the Savior of the Wizarding World.
