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Snape walks into his classroom, and the new first years fall silent as he sweeps to the front of the room. He starts he normal lecture about the importance of potion making and how no wands shall be needed for the course. As Sanpe is walking between the desks, he spots a red haired girl sitting in the second row staring up at him with hazel green, brown eyes full of wonder. Lily? But Snape shakes his head knowing that couldnt be her, he takes in the second hand robes and books, the freckles and red hair.., Ah she must be a Weasley. The year continues, but everytime he sees her Ginevra he is reminded of his lost love, the passion they shared during their years at Hogwarts. As the year drags on and more and more attacks are happening around the school Snape notices how pale and sick Ginevra looks, but reminds himself she isnt in his house, she isnt Lily it is none of his concern, and everyday he forces himself to look away from her. When they discover that the Dark Lord's soul had taken over her body, Snape grew sickened with the thoughts of her hurt like that, and how he wished he had been able to save her, instead of that toerag Potter.
The start of another term Ginevra slowly walks into the room, not chatting or flouncying to her seat as normal, but taking a desk in the back row alone. She slwoly starts working on the assignment as Snape walks around the room, he stops behind her and just watches her work, noticing the beauty of her pale skin, the cute freckles across her nose, and how her flowing red hair drew his eye. Snape shakes his had rapidly and turns away from her, forcing her from his mind. She wasnt Lily, she is not important. As the school term goes on he finds it harder and harder to stop thinking about Lily and seeing her in Ginevra every day in potions. The longer Sirius Black is out, and the longer he has to deal with Lupin, the more and more his thoughts are consumed by Lily, until towards the end of the school... all he can think about is her, young beautiful Ginevra. After Black escapes witht he help of Potter, Snape stays away from Ginevra, and doesnt even look at her anymore.
Over the summer, Ginny had grown, she was nearly 13 years old, but looking much older. Her red hair flowed down her back in natural waves, her hazel eyes lit up with every smile, her lips grew more full as her body started growing curves. She flounced into potions her first day back, her skirt hiked a little too short, and her second hand shirt small enought that it was taunt over her newly developed chest. Snapes eyes seemed to penatrate her very soul the moment she walked into class, and took her old seat in the second row. She notices how hot and heavy his stare feels on her thoughtout the class, making it hard to concerntate on her work, he walks close by her, and her hands shake so much she drop her potion at his feet. She drops down to pick it up and stares at him, the room grows quiet, Snape squats down next to hear and cleans the mess up with a swish of his wand. The class ended, as Ginny was walking out she turned and met Snapes eyes, and smiles before disapearing down the halls. The next time in potions, Ginny manages herself, and preforms prefectly, even feeling the heavy eyes of Snape on her throughout the class, with him walking between the rows and his robes brushing her. Suddenly she didnt think much of Harry, the 4th champion, she was thinking of her potions teacher when she thought of kissing. As the year dragged on, the first task had her heart racing with fear that her friend would be killed by a dragon, her stomach was filled with butterflies dancing at the Ball with Neville, but only becuase she could feels Snape's eyes on her the entire time. The second task had her clenching her hands in fear, her brother was missing and so was her best friend Hermione, and Harry was underwater for much too long, she gave a sigh after the task was over, and she smiled at Snape when Harry saved her brother. The final task was over, Cedric was dead, Voldemort was back and Harry survived, Black was on there side, and her world had just turned upside down.
it was the summer of her 4th year that she moved to Headquarters to help Sirius out, meetings were held a few times a week, and she knew the moment Snape walked into the house, her heart would pick up and she couldnt breath right. Snape hated London, he hated Black, he hated the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, but this was all made bareable from jsut a glimspe of the young red head. She had grown over the years, was no longer that pale lost first year, or the scared second year, or even the excited third year. Ginevra had matured with the thought of the up coming war, not only could he see it in her eyes as she watched him, but her body had grown. Her hair if imaginble was even longer, swishing around her hips when she walked, her hips had flared out, her back side had him clenching his fists when she'd bend over cleaning, and her breasts were nearly always begging to brust from her too small shirts. His Ginevra was grown and ready for him, she was nearly 14, but he wasnt sure if he could wait til school started to have her. Everyday wasnt promised to a spy of Dumbledore's, he was forced into the Dark Lords nest, and he had to fool him, he never knew for certain if he would ever make it out of her presence. The only thing that could make it all worth it, would be to have the sweet little red head all to himself.