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Phaelan looked at Dumbledore, stunned at his suggestion. She swallowed trying to relieve her suddenly dry throat.
"You want me to what?" she asked, needing confirmation.
"I want you to attend the next social gathering of Voldemort's supporters with Severus." He sat back in his chair and watched her over the top of his glasses.
Snape stood silently in the corner looking out at a surprisingly sunny February morning. He didn't want to look at Phaelan after Albus' request.
"What do these social gathering's entail? I doubt it would be a garden party with the elves serving tea and cucumber sandwiches." She looked over at Severus wishing he would give her any kind of reassurance. Finally, he turned towards her but still looked at the floor.
"Oddly, there is a certain formality about them," he said quietly. "They are not the infamous revels, whose frequency has been exaggerated to an extreme. They are, however, a place where the 'Toys' are put on show and, sometimes, shared."
"Shared, "echoed Phaelan.
"It is not mandatory but, as I don't normally attend these soirée's, there would be some subtle pressure." Severus still hadn't looked at her. He was obviously upset with this entire idea.
"Headmaster, I cannot consider this unless you tell me what your plan is." Phaelan stood and walked over to where Severus still looked out the window. She laid her hand on his arm. "I know you would never expose me like this unless the payback was big, Severus."
"There have been some recent developments which have given rise to the possibility of a great risk to the security of the Ministry. We know there are those who are under the influence of Death Eaters working in the Ministry. Unfortunately, we don't know their identities." Dumbledore looked at her to gauge her reaction. "We need names, Phaelan and the only way we can get them is to see who shows up."
"Is it that open?" she asked Severus.
He shrugged, "Not entirely, but it's usually easy to pick out who's who."
"When?" she asked, resigned to her fate.
"They usually meet on Friday nights," replied Severus. "The headmaster is arranging for your attire." He said the latter through clenched teeth.
"Attire?" Phaelan was dismayed at his tone.
"There has been a shopping list sent to the purveyor of the appropriate garments. Severus supplied the address." The old man had the grace to look embarrassed.
"I see. Do you agree with the assessment, Severus?" Phaelan waited for his answer.
"As much as am loathed to agree with it, I can find no viable alternative in the short term," he admitted. Finally, he looked at her. "I will not allow any other to demand your attentions. I promise."
Phaelan nodded in defeat, "Alright, let's play the game to the fullest."
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Ron took a deep breath and knocked. He experienced a sudden impulse to run away but he held his ground. He was a Gryffindor, after all. Just as his palms started to sweat, the door opened.
"Weasley, what are you doing here? I didn't summon you and it's not Thursday night." Snape glowered at the red-headed boy standing at the entrance to his chambers.
Ron licked his lips. "I know sir, but, I need some advice and I thought you'd be the best person to come to."
Snape crossed his arms, "Me? What about your own Head of House or perhaps Lupin. Merlin knows he's coddled you enough over the years."
"Well, sir, it's like this. I have a quesn bout byn Hemine agwn." Ron muttered the latter into his chest.
"Weasley, if you cannot enunciate your words, I'm hardly likely to be of assistance," Snape snarled.
Ron looked around. "Could we step inside sir, just in case there are Slytherins about?"
"To late I'm here," he snapped. With a sigh he stepped aside and indicated Ron should pass in. "Again, Weasley, what do you want?"
"Well, there is a ball coming up during the reunion. We didn't have one for Christmas," opened Ron.
"Ah yes, I recall the joyous omission. Thank you for your information, I'll be sure to note the date in my calendar for hall duty." Severus walked to his sideboard and poured a glass of wine.
"Professor, you have a lot more experience with women. I need to know, how do you go about buying them a gown?" Ron waited for an explosion.
Snape looked at the boy standing in the centre of his chambers. He wanted to buy Granger a gown for the ball.
"Do you have a budget?" asked Snape.
"That's the other thing, sir. I've no idea of how much it would cost." He looked down, embarrassed, "My mum has had to buy second hand or use sewing charms for hers and Ginny's party dresses."
"Funny thing about hand-me-downs and second hand clothes," said Snape, "Everyone seems to notice even if they look brand new." He shared a cheerless smile, "Not that mine ever looked new. They were likely on their third or fourth go round."
Ron looked at the professor, surprised at the confession, even after what Harry had told him. "Sir?"
"Don't be coy, Weasley, I know Potter told you about his visit to my past." He crossed his arms. "How much do you have?"
"Well, I got cash from my older brothers for Christmas and I helped out Fred and George over Christmas eve." He looked uncomfortable as he revealed his total. "Sixty seven galleons."
Snape turned away; he'd paid more for Phaelan's first Wizarding cap and over-robe to the scholar's gown. Still, he understood the boy's intentions.
"You realize protocol indicates you should supply the foundations and accessories as well." He watched as Ron's face fell further.
"I thought I might find something that would go with what she already has, you know, like her shoes and stuff." Again, Ron felt embarrassed. This had been a shit idea.
Severus leaned against his sideboard and looked once more at Ron, wondering how to help the boy. "Weasley, you've given yourself a challenge. Most men," he almost balked at the latter word, "wouldn't consider what you are until they are more established."
"My dad said that before I gave my oath to Hermione," he admitted. "I want to show Hermione, and everyone else, how much she means to me. I thought you would understand. You are the guardian of our oath, after all."
Time for Slytherin tactics, thought Severus to himself. What would Phaelan suggest, he wondered? "Let me think about it and I'll get back to you." He indicated Ron should follow him. "I'll speak with you again on Thursday, before our session."
"Thank you, sir. Oh, I've decided to say I'm working out to build up my physique in the room of requirement Thursday nights and I want to do it in private." He looked at Snape with a satisfied smile.
"And they believed you?" he asked, incredulously.
Ron looked back at him and replied innocently, "Of course."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, please!" yelled Phaelan to be heard. "I'm sure we can come to an equitable arrangement for everyone." The clothiers to Wizardkind in Britain had gathered in Hogwarts staff room.
"It's simply farcical that Malkin's should have the monopoly on showing for your reunion participants. We've catered to the witch or wizard with discerning tastes for years. None of this off the rack drivel will do for our clientele." Darcy Tatting looked as if he'd sucked on a sour lemon as he spoke to Phaelan.
"Indeed, to exclude Gladrags but allowing these petty, provincial, pretenders to fashionable styling to show, is unconscionable. We are the only Wizarding establishment on Carnaby Street. No one else has a Paris collection." A flamboyantly dressed witch using the name Concepta Tessudo blew smoke rings into the air. She affected a long cigarette holder held in her immaculately manicured hand.
"If you hadn't tarted yourself up and got hitched to Sol Schnieder, you'd still be selling rags at the second-hand robe shop," commented Madam Malkin.
"You jealous bi.." started Concepta, only to be interrupted by Minerva.
"I've heard enough of this. Sit yourselves down and be quiet or you'll spend the next hour as mannequins," she threatened, pointing her wand at each of them.
Phaelan rubbed her eyes and sighed, "Thank you, Minerva. Ladies and gentleman, we were not aware of your interest in participating. Madam Malkin, we should be able to come to some agreement to allow everyone an opportunity. Let's work out some basic guidelines..."
Phaelan had a headache when the bargaining session had ended. She made her way to her chambers and decided on a hot shower before flooing to the dungeons. Dressing in one of the charmed nightgowns she'd received for Christmas, she flooed to Severus' chambers and found him, as usual, at his desk marking.
"You know, if you didn't give so much homework as punishment, you'd have a whole lot less to do," she told him.
"They'd simply have more time to run amok in the hallways, and I'd have to patrol more often." Severus set down his quill. He stretched out his hand, inviting her to come closer. "I see you brought a present for me to unwrap."
Phaelan took his hand and sat on his lap, "I need you to take away the memories of dealing with creative crackpots. You'd never have imagined fashion designers and shopkeepers could be so cut-throat."
"Did you sort it?" he asked, as he began stroking and kissing her neck.
"Mmn yes," she muttered, "Instead of an afternoon tea event, we've got a full blown evening's entertainment." She sighed as he hit a tender spot, "We'll need more models. Oh, that feels good." Phaelan turned her face and kissed him. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Snape laughed then stood up, lifting her up in his arms, "I'm glad I'm such a distraction." He walked into the bedroom and set her down. Phaelan began to unbutton his shirt as he kissed her shoulders and slipped the gown off of her shoulders. "Pray tell, my lady what is your pleasure?" he asked, as he trailed his fingers down over her breasts pulling the gown with them.
"Your attentions please me however you want to share them, my lord." She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with desire.
He smiled as he bid her lie on the bed before removing his own clothes and dowsing the candles with a flick of his wand. As he slid up her body, he took her wrists and pinned them over her head. A whispered charm had them bound magically to the head board. He then knelt between her knees and pulled them up and apart. He muttered another charm and Phaelan felt invisible bonds fasten her legs in the position he'd left them.
Severus looked up at Phaelan and grinned at the expression on her face. "Just something new I wanted to try," he told her, before lowering his head and kissing his way down her inner thigh. When he reached his goal, he kissed her soft outer lips as a lover would caress his lady's sweet mouth. He sensed the scent of her arousal, and with a groan, searched for her clitoris with his tongue.
Phaelan gasped at the sensations he was creating. It was strange to be restrained by nothing but air. Regardless, she was as bound as though she was chained and could move nothing but her head.
"Severus, please release me, I want to touch you," she begged.
"Do my attentions not please you, my lady? Your body seems to be enjoying itself," he teased.
Phaelan moaned as he returned to his task, "I want to please you, Severus. Ah!" she cried out as he gently bit her engorged clit. The bonds held fast not allowing her to react physically.
Finally, he crawled up over her, leaning on his arms and looking at her face. "Your existence pleases me, Phaelan. You don't have to do anything to make me happy."
"I love touching you, Severus. I want to give you the pleasure you give me, please, let my hands go?" she pleaded.
He leaned forward and kissed her. "In a moment," he whispered just before he thrust his hips forward and entered her. He watched as her eyes closed and she gulped air. "Such pleasure, my lady." He leaned down and kissed her, before muttering the release to her arms and legs.
When she felt the invisible bonds lift, Phaelan wrapped her legs about his hips, luxuriating in the sensations of his movements. She stroked his chest and back before using his hair to pull him to her face.
"I love you Severus Snape," she whispered before she kissed him.
Severus moaned into her mouth, feeling his orgasm mounting. He slipped a hand between them to stroke her sensitive flesh. Phaelan closed her eyes enraptured by the sensations he created. He suddenly pulled his hand away and grasped her wrists, pounding forcefully in his need for release. Pulling her knees higher, Phaelan let her own climax overtake her as Severus gasped, his body tensing as he came.
"Phaelan, my beautiful Phaelan. I love you," he told her, resting over her lightly for a moment before slipping to the side and pulling her close.
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Phaelan stood in the Great Hall watching the pretty boys and girls rehearse. Ron, Neville and a group of other students were working on decorations and music for the event. Molly Weasley had been summoned to assist in the wardrobe department, getting the girls into and out of the outfits quickly.
"Phaelan, I must go and check on the girls. Their lessons have ended," whispered Molly to Phaelan.
"Okay, Molly. We've just about finished for the day," replied Phaelan.
Molly patted Phaelan's shoulder and left for the staff room. From there, she would floo to the chambers to join Genevieve and Rebecca.
Phaelan clapped her hands for attention before saying, "Okay everyone, let's call it an evening. You've all got homework to do. The elves left some supper for you on the back tables. Pick something up when you leave."
The students got changed into their own clothes, handing the show garments over to the dressers from the shops. Phaelan caught sight of Madam Malkin and indicated she wanted to speak to the woman.
"Madam, what will you do with your wonderful creations after the show?" she asked.
"Well, they are the garments I have designed – well my two gentlemen have designed. We will use them as samples."
"Will you sell any? Perhaps at a discount, since they have been worn." Phaelan asked.
"I might be persuaded to as a professional courtesy. I thought you teachers were well paid." Madam Malkin was surprised at the request.
Phaelan shook her head, "Not me, Madam. One of our students is courting but his budget is limited. He would like to purchase a gown for the Reunion Ball but..." she trailed off.
"I see," she replied, "Well, how much are we talking about?"
"Quote me a figure and I'll let you know if it's doable," countered Phaelan.
The two women dickered for a while and at the end, Phaelan smiled. They called an elf to bring parchment and signed an agreement to a price. Fairly skipping to Severus' chambers, Phaelan entered waving the parchment in the air.
"I did a good thing, Severus; look." She pushed the parchment under his nose.
Snape took the agreement and looked at it absently. "Wonderful, I'm sure Weasley will be pleased," he responded flatly.
"What's wrong, Severus?" she asked.
"Our social engagement is this Friday evening." He looked up at her in time to see her expression fall.
"Why am I so not happy about this, Severus?" she asked rhetorically.
"You're no fool, Phaelan. You understand the game and you don't like the odds any better than I do."
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"Where are we?" Phaelan asked.
"Malfoy Manor," Snape replied.
Phaelan stood shivering in her long winter robes. Severus had placed a warming charm on them as well but the chill was pervasive. Perhaps it was not just the temperature chilling her, thought Phaelan.
"Are you ready?" he asked, looking at Phaelan with emotionless eyes.
"No," she replied, honestly, "but I have a job to do. Let's get on with it."
Severus pulled her forward to enter the wards about the house. As they were recognized, the front door was opened by an elf dressed in a tea towel emblazoned with the Malfoy family crest. Snape pulled of his outer robe and threw it at the elf who staggered as the weight of the cloak landed on it. Phaelan stood still as he removed her cloak for her. She couldn't reach her hands high enough to unfasten it as her wrists were in chains attached to a chain belt about her waist. Severus took up the end of the leash attached to a collar Phaelan wore about her neck and gently tugged her close. "Remove your shoes," he ordered.
An elegantly attired Lucius Malfoy appeared before them. "Severus, you honour us with your presence; and you've brought your Muggle toy." His voice was silken and suggestive.
"I thought I should put an end to speculations, Lucius. I grew tired of being taunted," replied Snape in the same tone.
Lucius leered at Phaelan, who kept her eyes on the ground. "It's well kept, Severus, but then you let it work at the school, don't you? It would have to keep it's appearance up in front of the students."
"Indeed, she pays for her own keep. I am not out of pocket for anything save what I choose to be; quite convenient."
"Come, we should join the others. Do you allow it to consume anything in decent company?" asked Lucius, leading them down a long hall.
Snape looked back at Phaelan and gave a minute shake of his head, "I only permit her to have food and drink from my hands while she acts as my plaything."
"Ah yes, it would have to be allowed to sit at the Head Table, wouldn't it?" he asked rhetorically, "I've never approved of allowing pets in the dining room. Here we are." Malfoy waved them into a large reception room where there were others already gathered.
Phaelan looked around and saw the other 'Toys', both men and women, dressed in versions of her own attire. Her black leather bustier, hip-hugging mini skirt and dog collar was all she wore. The chain belt she wore around her waist held wrist and ankle manacles attached to it by lengths of chain. The links were not large but Severus assured her, they were magically enhanced and could not be broken.
"Where is Narcissa, Lucius?" Snape asked.
Lucius frowned slightly. "You know what a delicate constitution she has, Severus. She was feeling out of sorts and I told her to rest in her chambers this evening."
"Do give her my best and tell her how much I missed meeting her this evening," Snape responded appropriately, understanding Narcissa didn't approve of this evenings party.
"Indeed, now do make yourself at home," Malfoy bowed slightly and left them. At the same moment an elf appeared with a tray of beverages from which Severus selected a glass.
"You brought her, Severus. How delightful," purred a dark haired woman. "Does she have any other piercing's?" she asked looking at Phaelan's navel ring.
"Good evening, Bellatrix. I see you've come alone, as usual." Severus looked the woman up and down as he took a sip from his glass.
"No, dear, my Roddy is presently being entertained in one of the anterooms." Bella leered at Phaelan. "Perhaps you'd like to join him. The more the merrier." She reached out to stroke Phaelan's back. "What do stripes look like on her, Severus?"
"You'll never know, Bella. I still don't share." Severus coiled Phaelan's leash and pulled her along, finding a chair and seating himself. Phaelan knelt at his feet and laid her head on his knee.
"I say, Snape, I didn't think you had it in you," said Rabastan Lestrange, who was sitting in the chair opposite from Severus.
"Had what, Lestrange; the desire for female company? I don't enjoy your tastes." Snape stroked Phaelan's hair as he sneered at the other man.
Phaelan heard the other man snort, "None of us thought you'd be able to keep a woman more than a night. Well you haven't really. You bought it didn't you?"
Severus continued to pat her head as though she was a pet, "Muggle transactions are different, my friend. She had to agree to it as well. She's exactly where she want' to be."
"Severus, our lord has summoned you and your companion," called Malfoy over the ambient conversations in the room.
Inwardly, Phaelan gasped; her heart pounding in her ears. She didn't notice when Severus stood causing him to jerk the chain to make her rise. She blindly followed behind him through the room and out to the hallway. He led her upstairs to another chamber. The entered a dimly lit room and stopped. Severus dropped to his knee, pulling Phaelan with him.
"Ssseverus, you finally attended one of our friendly gatherings. I am pleased," said Voldemort.
"Thank you my lord. You are most generous in providing the means for such diversions," replied Severus in a tone Phaelan had never heard him speak in before.
"Your presence saves me the bother of summoning you." Voldemort rose and approached them. "Show me your toy, Severus. It's a little over dressed," The Dark Lord, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Phaelan, wordlessly removing what little she had on but leaving the chains.
"Stand up Muggle," he ordered. Remembering Severus' instructions, she didn't move. "You've trained her well, Severus. Bid her stand."
"Stand as my Lord has commanded," He told her.
Phaelan stood and looked down at the floor fighting her desire to cut and run. Not that she'd have gotten far but her instincts said flee. It was then she felt the icy hands of Voldemort touch her, pinching, squeezing and probing her in the most intimate of places. When she felt him begin to lick her neck with his serpentine tongue, she almost collapsed. As it was she staggered.
Voldemort laughed, "Very tasty, Severus. I see you've instilled the proper fear of me in her. I might enjoy her one day." He waved his wand once more returning her clothes. "Let her rest, I have other business. Come here."
Severus tugged the leash, pulling Phaelan down. She fell into his arms as he made her kneel back onto her heels. He stood and walked over to the table where Voldemort now stood. From the corner of her eye, Phaelan saw three small boxes on the table.
"In order to carry out the plan, we need a viable way to camouflage the capsules. Here are three for you to experiment with. Find a way to deliver them safely to ensure they are ingested before activation." Voldemort ordered.
"Yes my lord. Is there an intended target?" asked Snape, hopefully.
"Several but that is not your concern. I am keeping a close watch on this. I'm tired of ineptitude ruining everything." Voldemort turned back to Phaelan. "Take your little pet and enjoy the party, Severus. Spoil her a little. Let her have a sip of wine." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand. "Come, Nagini," he called.
Phaelan noticed a movement in the corner then saw a huge snake slither towards Voldemort. She watched as they disappeared into another chamber. Severus pulled her to her feet and led her out to the landing.
"We must go back for a few minutes. I have to spoil you." He whispered.
"I think I'll be sick if I try to swallow anything." She whispered back.
"There you are," Lucius approached them from the stairs, his shirt undone to the waist. "Our Lord is pleased I trust?" he looked at Phaelan and sneered at her.
"Most," Snape replied, "I am to give a reward to my pet." He began to lead her down the stairs.
"Severus, I have a chamber just there," Lucius pointed to a door, "We could enjoy your toy together."
Snape laughed, "Brother, you forget; I do not share. Not my knowledge, not my money and certainly not my property. I am a selfish man and I enjoy my miserly ways. Only our Lord may command me otherwise."
Snape continued downwards not looking at the angry glare Lucius cast on the pair as they returned to the reception room.
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Phaelan and Severus sat in Dumbledore's office late on Friday evening. They'd stayed only twenty minutes after their meeting with Voldemort then made their farewells to a sullen Malfoy.
"Did you see anyone you recognized?" asked the Headmaster.
"Rufus Fudge was there. He's currently the toy boy of Valeria Croup," Snape replied.
"Rufus was always a problem," muttered Dumbledore. "Anyone else?"
"Travers brought a woman in a leather mask. She wore little else. He was saying some rather unflattering things about her but apparently her services in oral sex are outstanding." Snape sipped on the brandy Dumbledore had poured for them when they arrived back.
"Any name?" he asked.
"I believe it to be Head or Headly as he was making sport of her name. She comes by her moniker honestly," said Snape with a wry smile.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrow in question.
"She was in the process of providing a demonstration to any who asked it of Travers," Snape replied.
"What was actually in the boxes Severus?" asked Phaelan.
"The new threat He Who Must Not Be Named has come across," Snape answered.
"You didn't mention it before," said Phaelan.
"If I had, you would have been desperate to obtain a sample. As it is, I'm totally surprised by his request." Snape rose and poured himself more brandy.
"Can you do what he asks?" she wondered.
Snape nodded, "It should be quite simple actually; too simple, in fact. I think this is a test of loyalty."
"Be careful Severus, we need you more than ever," warned Dumbledore.
"I doubt that very much old man, you've got more tricks up your sleeve than a Muggle Magician." Snape finished his brandy and offered Phaelan his hand. "There's more going on than I'm privy to Albus. I don't think I have this full trust anymore.
"Don't sell yourself short, my boy. You've given us a lead to follow this evening. Thank you both." Dumbledore stood to show them out.
As they walked back to the dungeons, Phaelan leaned against him. "I need a hot bath," she told him, "I don't think I'll get the sensation of him licking my shoulder out of my head ever."
Severus glanced over at her, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know he'd be there tonight."
"I thought not. The expression on your face was priceless when Malfoy called you." She entered the dungeon chambers behind him.
"He did that on purpose. You did well." He pulled her close and kissed her.
"I was too terrified to move. Malfoy worries me." She pulled away and went to the bathroom.
Severus didn't respond to her comment but admitted to himself Malfoy worried him too.
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