A/N: I wrote this because I couldn't find any Snape/Ginny 'angst' stories (be forewarned 'R'…)
There's no use hiding it. Snape thought jadedly, stroking his greased temple. He reshuffled the papers on his desk again, trying to clear his mind.
"Dammit!" He cursed, throwing the assignments across the carpet. With a sharp breath, and a careful one-over in the mirror beside his bed, Professor Snape trudged out of the dungeons
Ginny Weasley didn't quite care for boys the ways the other seventh years did. She found them to be incredulously immature, and well below her usual standards of a crush. She brushed her hair back from her studies to send a contemptuous glare at the girls adjacent to her table, who had just broken into the fifteenth round of giggles. Ginny snapped her book shut with a force that made her yesterday's Potions homework shoot out of her text, and float lazily over her shoes. She looked down and blushed thoroughly, having been reminded of what exactly was on the paper.
"F", in large red ink, seemingly taunting her from the page. Ginny picked it up is haste. It wasn't the grade that embarrassed her but the little comment from the Potion's Master below that set her cheeks aflame:
I never would have expected this from you Virginia. I'll be scheduling a conference, to discuss future assignments in my class.
S. Snape
Ginny held the paper for a long moment, not embellishing the fact that the most detestable teacher in all of Hogwarts actually cared about her grades, but to run her fingers longingly over his signed name. She sighed, and very loudly, since the girls across from her turned to look.
Ginny narrowed her eyes and gathered her notes.
"Is there a problem?"
The youngest of the group offered up a nasty gesture at Ginny's tone, but nearly seconds later, rejoined her circle of giggling friends.
"Children…" Ginny mumbled in exasperation, as she climbed the stairs to the Head Girl's chamber, which seemed to be already opened.