I do not own anything relating to Harry Potter...
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"Detention, Ms.Weasley." Professor Snape's voice rang through the classroom. Ginny looked up, surprised out of her daydream. She grimaced and nodded.
"Yes Professor." She said quietly. She was saved from having to say anything more, as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She gathered her things and walked out with the rest of her year, head down as always, not making eye contact. They all walked to the Great Hall. The other students, laughing and talking, took seat.
Ginny took her usual seat at the very end of the table, far from everyone else. She looked down the table, glancing at Harry. She sighed. 'He never even looks at me.' She thought, watching him put an arm around one of the fellow Gryffindors. Harry had turned into something of a lady's man over the past years. She barely ate and stood, heading back down to the dungeons for her detention.
Severus Snape sat at his desk, correcting papers. It had not escaped him that the youngest Weasley was doing very poorly in his class as of late, whereas she was usually exceptionally good. He heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in." He called without looking up. He heard her clear her throat a few moments later, standing in front of his desk. "Sit." He said silkily, not looking at her.
Ginny did as she was told, and sat in one of the desks near the front of the class. She looked out the window behind him, daydreaming. A soft smile appeared on her lips, her eyes glazed over, as she imagined Harry picking her up on his broomstick after winning the Quidditch cup, and asking her to be his girlfriend. She lost all sense of time.
Snape looked up a few moments after correcting the last paper, and caught the look on her face. He could not deny that the pale, freckled redhead sitting before him was terribly inviting. He watched the look on her face for quite some time before snapping out of it, cursing himself for letting himself think that way about a student.
"I hardly think failing potions is reason to smile, Ms.Weasley." He said coldly, about twenty minutes after she had walked in.
Ginny was snapped out of it by his cold voice. "I'm sorry, Professor." She said quietly, not meeting his eyes. She had never gotten a detention from Snape before, and was a little anxious as to what he would make her do. He surprised her by standing and walking over, standing right in front of her. She looked up as his hands gripped the desk, him leaning down to be level with her.
Snape slouched so he could look right at her, without her looking away. His black eyes clashed terribly with her auburn ones as they stared at each other for several minutes. He felt an insane urge to reach over and flatten one stray strand of her bright hair. "Ms.Weasley." He started, keeping his voice as cold as he could, which was difficult, being so close to her. Everything about her seemed to emanate innocence and fire at the same time. "You are doing very poorly in my class." He said, still staring at her.
Ginny nodded. "I know, sir." She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke, and unconsciously moved back slightly, not being able to go very far because of the desk. His dark eyes seemed to bore a hole right through her. There was a small clatter as her quill slipped off the desk and landed on the floor. She bent down to pick it up.
Snape was glad for the dropped quill. He had not been able to pull his eyes from her. He took this time to step back from the desk. "Be sure you work harder. It would be a shame to have to fail so talented a witch." He said silkily. "Now leave." He couldn't stand having her there before him, all alone in this big room. He growled silently at himself for even thinking such a thing. He was old enough to be the girl's father!
Ginny looked startled as he walked away from her. That was it? Surely it wasn't... "Professor?" She asked timidly. Her voice cut through Snape's demeanor. "Get out NOW." He growled at her, his back to her. If she stayed one more moment, he feared he would not be able to hold back.
Ginny quickly gathered her things and fled the dungeon's, scared by his tone. She ran, her long hair flying out behind her. She ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room, her cheeks flushed. She quickly went up to her room and sat on her bed, wondering what had just happened. 'I just had a detention with Snape...And he was NICE?' She thought wonderingly.
Snape sat at his desk, wondering what had come over him. He had never thought about any of his students as more than sniveling brats. Why now? Why HER? He could still smell her in the room. She smelled of vanilla and strawberries, a very clean and inviting smell. He growled and stood, going into his rooms and remaining there the rest of the night, willing her out of his mind.
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"Detention, Ms.Weasley." Professor Snape's voice rang through the classroom. Ginny looked up, surprised out of her daydream. She grimaced and nodded.
"Yes Professor." She said quietly. She was saved from having to say anything more, as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She gathered her things and walked out with the rest of her year, head down as always, not making eye contact. They all walked to the Great Hall. The other students, laughing and talking, took seat.
Ginny took her usual seat at the very end of the table, far from everyone else. She looked down the table, glancing at Harry. She sighed. 'He never even looks at me.' She thought, watching him put an arm around one of the fellow Gryffindors. Harry had turned into something of a lady's man over the past years. She barely ate and stood, heading back down to the dungeons for her detention.
Severus Snape sat at his desk, correcting papers. It had not escaped him that the youngest Weasley was doing very poorly in his class as of late, whereas she was usually exceptionally good. He heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in." He called without looking up. He heard her clear her throat a few moments later, standing in front of his desk. "Sit." He said silkily, not looking at her.
Ginny did as she was told, and sat in one of the desks near the front of the class. She looked out the window behind him, daydreaming. A soft smile appeared on her lips, her eyes glazed over, as she imagined Harry picking her up on his broomstick after winning the Quidditch cup, and asking her to be his girlfriend. She lost all sense of time.
Snape looked up a few moments after correcting the last paper, and caught the look on her face. He could not deny that the pale, freckled redhead sitting before him was terribly inviting. He watched the look on her face for quite some time before snapping out of it, cursing himself for letting himself think that way about a student.
"I hardly think failing potions is reason to smile, Ms.Weasley." He said coldly, about twenty minutes after she had walked in.
Ginny was snapped out of it by his cold voice. "I'm sorry, Professor." She said quietly, not meeting his eyes. She had never gotten a detention from Snape before, and was a little anxious as to what he would make her do. He surprised her by standing and walking over, standing right in front of her. She looked up as his hands gripped the desk, him leaning down to be level with her.
Snape slouched so he could look right at her, without her looking away. His black eyes clashed terribly with her auburn ones as they stared at each other for several minutes. He felt an insane urge to reach over and flatten one stray strand of her bright hair. "Ms.Weasley." He started, keeping his voice as cold as he could, which was difficult, being so close to her. Everything about her seemed to emanate innocence and fire at the same time. "You are doing very poorly in my class." He said, still staring at her.
Ginny nodded. "I know, sir." She could feel his breath on her face as he spoke, and unconsciously moved back slightly, not being able to go very far because of the desk. His dark eyes seemed to bore a hole right through her. There was a small clatter as her quill slipped off the desk and landed on the floor. She bent down to pick it up.
Snape was glad for the dropped quill. He had not been able to pull his eyes from her. He took this time to step back from the desk. "Be sure you work harder. It would be a shame to have to fail so talented a witch." He said silkily. "Now leave." He couldn't stand having her there before him, all alone in this big room. He growled silently at himself for even thinking such a thing. He was old enough to be the girl's father!
Ginny looked startled as he walked away from her. That was it? Surely it wasn't... "Professor?" She asked timidly. Her voice cut through Snape's demeanor. "Get out NOW." He growled at her, his back to her. If she stayed one more moment, he feared he would not be able to hold back.
Ginny quickly gathered her things and fled the dungeon's, scared by his tone. She ran, her long hair flying out behind her. She ran all the way to the Gryffindor common room, her cheeks flushed. She quickly went up to her room and sat on her bed, wondering what had just happened. 'I just had a detention with Snape...And he was NICE?' She thought wonderingly.
Snape sat at his desk, wondering what had come over him. He had never thought about any of his students as more than sniveling brats. Why now? Why HER? He could still smell her in the room. She smelled of vanilla and strawberries, a very clean and inviting smell. He growled and stood, going into his rooms and remaining there the rest of the night, willing her out of his mind.
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