Striding across the floor, Ginny Weasley eyed the lean form of the man in the chair. She wanted him, and she always got what she wanted, no matter what the cost. Screw Harry, screw the war, she was done, from now on the only person she thought of was herself. And right now she wanted the skinny but muscular body, greasy hair, and hooked nose of Severus Snape. She knew she would not have him tonight, for she was here to serve detention, but, eventually, she would have him.
"I'm here to serve detention Professor," She said looking him up and down as she took her seat.
"Ah, Miss Weasley," Snape drawled, "Tonight you will be writing lines for me: I will not fantasize in class. 500 of them before you leave this room."
Scowling at him, Ginny didn't answer, causing him to tower over her slight form.
"MISS WEASLEY! When in my classroom you will answer me when I speak to you, or you will earn another night's worth of lines. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," she answered him coldly.
With a soft sigh, Ginny settled down to write her lines, brushing her hair out of her face as she did so. Despite the way he treated her, despite that any normal girl would hate him, now she wanted him even more. Wanted him to strip her of her clothing. Wanted him to bend her over the desk and pound her with all he had. Wanted him to make her scream. She would have him, by the end of the year, she would be his.
Finishing her lines, Ginny took at deep breath and scrawled across the bottom of the paper: Maybe next time we could make detention a little more interesting for the both of us?
Strolling to the front of the room, she layed the paper down on his desk, said "Goodnight, sir" and walked from the room, trying to figure out a way to end up right back here, hopefully soon.