When Good Wizards Go Bad ~ (Small Edit, not Update
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
16,776
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Enter "The Bitch"
Chapter 2 ~ Enter "The Bitch"
Reginald pushed Hermione through the gleaming double doors of the mansion into an immense hallway that seemed to run the length of the building with a number of bevel windows framed by leaded panels on the left side to let in light. The walls were paneled in mahogany with intricately carved lacquered wood trim moldings. On the right was a curved staircase made of varnished oak, that wound upward.
“We’re here. Now don’t you give me no trouble, witch or you’ll be sorry,” he said, pulling Hermione’s hood off.
The witch blinked and looked around the opulent home. Professor Snape lived here? The Dark Lord had been very generous.
”Most likely you’re going to be sorry anyway,” Reginald added, pushing her forward.
”Reginald? Who’s that?” a husky female voice called.
Both lackey and witch looked upward toward the first landing. A curvaceous, dark-haired green-eyed witch with blood-red lips in a black catsuit and stilettos stood frowning down at them, her eyes resting on the bound witch.
”A gift for the Master from the Dark Lord,” the wizard replied.
”A what?” she exclaimed, making her way down the stairs with a scowl.
“A gift,” Reginald repeated with a slight grin.
Odessa Divine was Master Snape’s witch, or so she liked to think. She was really just convenient, having latched on to the wizard like a leech at one of the many parties Voldemort held for his most loyal servants. Snape moved her into his home and fucked her when he felt the urge. For the most part she was a spoiled lay-about with delusions of being the Mistress of the Manor. The wizard knew she was going to blow a torch when she saw the new addition to the household.
Odessa reached the main floor and walked over to Hermione, examining her.
”What’s she doing here?” the witch demanded.
”The Master instructed me to bring her here. She’s to be his servant,” Reginald replied.
”His servant? In what capacity?” Odessa snarled, looking at Hermione with hatred.
Reginald shrugged.
”In whatever capacity the Master wants, I suppose,” he answered the witch.
Odessa scowled blackly.
”This is entirely unacceptable, Reginald! Take her out of here!” Odessa demanded as Hermione looked at her blankly, evidencing no reaction to her anger.
Reginald shook his head.
”Oh no, Odessa. Master said she’s to be bathed, fed and locked in the second floor bedroom until he gets home. I’m not taking stripes for you. You may gap your legs for the Master but you have no authority in his house,” Reginald said evenly.
Odessa swelled with indignation.
”How DARE you address me in such a manner!” the witch huffed.
Reginald’s blue eyes narrowed.
”Don’t go giving yourself airs, Odessa. You’re just a glorified bedwarmer, not a wife. I can speak to you any way I like,” he retorted.
Odessa stamped her foot and looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes.
“You listen to me and listen good, you little bitch. Snape is my wizard and this is my house. Don’t think you’re going to take either of them over,” she snarled at Hermione.
”I’m a prisoner, not a guest,” Hermione replied softly.
”If you were a prisoner, you’d be in Azkaban. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, so don’t unpack your bags,” Odessa hissed, storming down the hallway, her ample hips rolling like thunder.
Both Reginald and Hermione watched her go, the wizard chuckling nastily.
”She’d better watch her mouth when she talks to the Master or she’ll end up with it zippered shut. Literally,” he said, pushing Hermione toward the stairs.
”Come on, now, up you go. Got to get you bathed,” he said as the witch obediently mounted the stairs.
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A/N: A little more. Odessa is a recycled OC from a story called “A Rather Catty Situation.” In that story she was trying to steal Snape, who was Hermione’s husband away from her. She met a rather nasty end. Great villainess though. :)
Reginald pushed Hermione through the gleaming double doors of the mansion into an immense hallway that seemed to run the length of the building with a number of bevel windows framed by leaded panels on the left side to let in light. The walls were paneled in mahogany with intricately carved lacquered wood trim moldings. On the right was a curved staircase made of varnished oak, that wound upward.
“We’re here. Now don’t you give me no trouble, witch or you’ll be sorry,” he said, pulling Hermione’s hood off.
The witch blinked and looked around the opulent home. Professor Snape lived here? The Dark Lord had been very generous.
”Most likely you’re going to be sorry anyway,” Reginald added, pushing her forward.
”Reginald? Who’s that?” a husky female voice called.
Both lackey and witch looked upward toward the first landing. A curvaceous, dark-haired green-eyed witch with blood-red lips in a black catsuit and stilettos stood frowning down at them, her eyes resting on the bound witch.
”A gift for the Master from the Dark Lord,” the wizard replied.
”A what?” she exclaimed, making her way down the stairs with a scowl.
“A gift,” Reginald repeated with a slight grin.
Odessa Divine was Master Snape’s witch, or so she liked to think. She was really just convenient, having latched on to the wizard like a leech at one of the many parties Voldemort held for his most loyal servants. Snape moved her into his home and fucked her when he felt the urge. For the most part she was a spoiled lay-about with delusions of being the Mistress of the Manor. The wizard knew she was going to blow a torch when she saw the new addition to the household.
Odessa reached the main floor and walked over to Hermione, examining her.
”What’s she doing here?” the witch demanded.
”The Master instructed me to bring her here. She’s to be his servant,” Reginald replied.
”His servant? In what capacity?” Odessa snarled, looking at Hermione with hatred.
Reginald shrugged.
”In whatever capacity the Master wants, I suppose,” he answered the witch.
Odessa scowled blackly.
”This is entirely unacceptable, Reginald! Take her out of here!” Odessa demanded as Hermione looked at her blankly, evidencing no reaction to her anger.
Reginald shook his head.
”Oh no, Odessa. Master said she’s to be bathed, fed and locked in the second floor bedroom until he gets home. I’m not taking stripes for you. You may gap your legs for the Master but you have no authority in his house,” Reginald said evenly.
Odessa swelled with indignation.
”How DARE you address me in such a manner!” the witch huffed.
Reginald’s blue eyes narrowed.
”Don’t go giving yourself airs, Odessa. You’re just a glorified bedwarmer, not a wife. I can speak to you any way I like,” he retorted.
Odessa stamped her foot and looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes.
“You listen to me and listen good, you little bitch. Snape is my wizard and this is my house. Don’t think you’re going to take either of them over,” she snarled at Hermione.
”I’m a prisoner, not a guest,” Hermione replied softly.
”If you were a prisoner, you’d be in Azkaban. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, so don’t unpack your bags,” Odessa hissed, storming down the hallway, her ample hips rolling like thunder.
Both Reginald and Hermione watched her go, the wizard chuckling nastily.
”She’d better watch her mouth when she talks to the Master or she’ll end up with it zippered shut. Literally,” he said, pushing Hermione toward the stairs.
”Come on, now, up you go. Got to get you bathed,” he said as the witch obediently mounted the stairs.
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A/N: A little more. Odessa is a recycled OC from a story called “A Rather Catty Situation.” In that story she was trying to steal Snape, who was Hermione’s husband away from her. She met a rather nasty end. Great villainess though. :)