Severus leaned heavily against the rough surface of the doorframe, he was breathing heavily and his thoughts were fuzzy at best. His fingers ran through his long black hair roughly and he sighed, his head was spinning and illness was starting to seep in. He could smell the muggle alcohol on his breath; he knew that he should not have drunk so much. Slowly he started to move forward into his room and each movement cause the dizziness to force itself to the front of his mind. Another shuffle forward allowed him to lean against a small, wooden table which he had previously thought ill placed however now he was more than grateful for its placement. He collapsed against one of the chairs. Bright brown eyes watched him from the darkness with interest. He studied the mane of long, red hair which shone like embers in the faint light of the candles.
'Miss Weasley, is it late, why are you not in bed?' His words were not slurred but his silky voice sounded thick from the alcohol running through his blood stream. Ginny blushed at being noticed and stepped backwards into the doorway, the shadows covering her small body. 'That was not rhetorical' He finished slight annoyance imbedded into his voice.
'I...I wondered...I just came to get a drink' She stuttered her face burning scarlet in the faint light. Severus's onyx eyes studied the youngest Weasley for a moment with curiosity, he leaned his chin against the top of his hands as he looked at her, the deep black pools of his eyes glittering.
'But you do not have a drink' He stated with a smirk tugging at his lips and she opened her mouth to speak but closed it quickly unsure how to respond. 'You could stay if you so desire' He purred gesturing over to one of the wooden chairs and she shivered unwillingly. Ginny nodded and stepped forwards into the kitchen, she stood timidly besides the table uncertain if she should take the offered seat. 'Sit.' Severus commanded and she complied with his instructions immediately settling herself into the chair, her rich brown eyes twisted to study him. He watched her movements with studious eyes, tracing every slight motion the red head made. His mind reflected on her glowing red hair for a moment, remains of distance memories flickered in his alcohol addled brain like the shimmering flames her hair echoed in the faint candle light.
'Professor what are you doing up so late?' Ginny whispered uncertain of how her question would be received, she half expected him to sneer and tell her of as she sat ridged against the wood of the chair. Dark eyes ranked over her body for a moment as his drunken mind mused over things, flipping them over and analyzing them as well as possible, considering the liquid which ensnared his senses and contorted them.
'Drinking' He shrugged producing a bottle of firewhiskey hidden beneath his robes. He placed the top of the bottle against his lips and drank, the liquid burned against his throat. It clinked as he placed the bottle on the wooden table and Ginny ranked her eyes over the bottle. Her fingers twitched towards the bottle but she held herself back, she knew that he would not allow her near it. 'You said you wanted a drink' Severus taunted pushing the glass towards the young red head. She eyes him curiously and her fingers wrapped around the bottle. 'I would not poison you, would not be worth your mothers anger' He laughed and she giggled in response placing the bottle to her lips, she hesitated slightly not wishing to let him know that she was not well experienced with liquor but proceeded quickly, tipping too much of the brown liquid into her throat. The liquid burned at her throat as she drained some of it, she forced her face to remain statuesque at the foul, bitter taste which invaded her throat but it contorted slightly in distaste. Severus considered her actions with a faint smile upon his lips. 'Child, you have much to learn' he sneered snatching the bottle from her fingers and taking another long swig from the bottle before settling himself down against the table, his dark eyes studying the red haired girl in front of him.
'I'm not a child' Ginny hissed in response folding her arms over her chest angrily. Severus chuckled at her reaction.
'You remind me of a friend I had in school, Ginerva' He drawled tilting his head to one side, his onyx eyes glinting in the pale moonlight which streamed through the window. 'Such a stubborn child' He purred in delight.
'I'm not a child, and my name is Ginny' she hissed more forcefully at him and he chuckled again at her determination.
'Then prove it, Ginerva' He dared. The accompanying mocking laugh haunted Ginny's ears as she considered his slurred words.
'How?' She asked sounding utterly befuddled by his unusual behaviour. He lurched forwards and leaned heavily against the wooden table so that it groaned under the strain of his weigh pressed against its surface. Ginny followed his movements with her eyes becoming yet more confused as he lurched over to stand besides her, his long cape swishing and snapping menacingly however he did not seem scary in that instant and Ginny remained seated looking up into his intense black eyes, looking up into his eyes send a shudder down her spine which pooled in her stomach and she wondered what the unfamiliar sensation was. Oddly it reminded her of when she had stared longingly after Potter, being so young and naive, however she grew out of it while others never noticed her maturing from such childish and foolish behaviour. She sighed, partly in annoyance and partly in response to the bizarre feeling which started to form inside her as her Professor towered over her. Severus smirked at her response and quickly dipped down to catch her lips with his. Ginny gasped in shock at his action standing up inadvertently which allowed Severus to pull her closer against his frame. She whimper against his lips weakly as desire started to flood her body. After a few moments he pulled back and let her go before retreating from the room at a rapid pace, his steps sure and sturdy. Ginny stood for a moment uncertain about how to react with the taste of the firewhiskey from his lips still burning against hers. Eventually she walked out of the kitchen and stood outside the door to the basement, where she knew that Severus was located. She could hear him fumbling with the door before swearing and muttering some spell she couldn't quite hear. She hesitated for a moment before pushing it gently so that it swung open and banged against the stone of the basement walling, she flinched at the sound. Waiting she hovered over the stairs looking down into the darkness nervously, she could feel the air change as he tensed and relaxed before finally the rattling of chains proved he had managed to bypass the door. For a moment she considered following him down but her nerves got the better of her and she turned around, pulling the door closed behind her. The staircase to her room felt long as her thoughts started to swirl, the firewhiskey she had consumed made her slightly unsteady on her feet but she made it to her room safely before collapsing against her bed. She gulped as the thoughts of her professor's lips pressed against hers refused to let her fade into sleep.
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AN: thoughts? I guess I wanted to portray Ginny as over Harry(a stupid childish crush after all) but still very, very nieve.