A/N: Overall, I've gotten good reviews. There have been a few people that did not like the first chapter.

If you have something against the CONTENT of this story, do NOT flame me. There is a warning on the first chapter of what this story will contain. If you do not like that, then do not read this.

Warning: Adult stuff is going on here, guys.

Chapter 2: Teasing

Ginny Weasley was completely perplexed my her professor's behavior his first day at Grimmauld place. Mainly, he was not as snarky and mean as he always was when she was in class. Plus, he seemed...unusual. She had caught him staring at her several times throughout dinner, though he never realized that she had noticed.

Excusing herself thanks to an obnoxiously bad need to get to the loo, Ginny hurried up the stairs. She jiggled the knob, growling when it would not budge. She heard the shower going and knocked, loudly.

"I am in the shower," Snape's annoyed tone came.

"I've got to use the loo!"

She danced in place until she heard the water turn off. A moment later, the door opened, and Ginny was dumbstruck by what greeted her. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was...gorgeous. His body was pale and lean. He was not muscular, per say, but he definitely did not look scrawny.

"I do not appreciate my time being disrupted by the likes of you."

Her eyes were locked on his torso, her mouth gaped.

"What did you expect?" his silky voice came as he noticed her reaction. "I don't shower with my robes on. Stop gaping at me, girl," he demanded.

Ginny shivered and nodded. "S-sorry, professor...just really need to use the loo."

"Fine...its all yours." His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Ginny gasped when his body pressed up against hers as he passed her in the doorway. She watched his retreating form before calling out to him. "Goodnight, sir!"

She heard him mutter something but shook her head and hurried into the bathroom. She relieved herself quickly and washed her hands, staring at herself in the mirror. What was wrong with her? Snape was not attractive. Oh, Merlin, she longed to see what was hidden beneath that towel. She bit her lip, her mind scrambling.

It was only seven, and yet, Ginny decided to shower and confine herself to her room. She had to figure out what the Hell she was feeling and how to make it go away. "Snape...attractive?" she argued with herself as she scrubbed shampoo into her hair.

There was a knock on the door. Ginny snorted. "If you think I'm coming out with just a towel on like you did...you've got another thing-"

The door opened.

"Hey! What do you think your doing?" she squealed.

"I've got to use the loo," Snape said. Ginny could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Well...j-just do what you need to a-and leave!"

"You're really in no position to be ordering me around."

Ginny watched as his hand closed around the edge of the shower curtain.

"I doubt you shower with your wand." He laughed at his own words.

"Professor, this is entirely inappropriate."

Snape laughed. A genuine laugh that made Ginny's eyes widen. "You stupid girl. You really think I would ever be interested in the likes of you? I really just need to use the loo." His hand left the curtain, and she heard footsteps. She was shocked and taken aback that he actually relieved himself while she was there in the shower.

Ginny squealed in pain when he flushed the toilet. The shower became incredibly hot, and she fell into the opposite wall in her desperation to escape the heat. She was still covered in soap and gasped, realizing her professor was at the sink, washing his hands.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Miss Weasley?" he asked, glancing at her in the mirror. He felt his cock stir, seeing her perfect pale body covered in soap. She was quick in grabbing a towel, and he sighed inwardly that he had not been able to catch a glance of anything other than the swell of her hind end.

"Please leave!" Ginny's voice shook as she spoke, pressed into the wall of the bathroom.

Severus chuckled and walked over to her. He stood before her, leaving barely an inch between them.

Ginny swallowed nervously.

"That towel looks lovely on you..." he teased, his lips incredibly close to hers. "If it were up to me, you'd only wear that...or less...for the rest of the summer." With that, he turned and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Ginny let out a breath she was unaware that she had been holding. She bit her lip. His actions and words had affected her, and not in the way they should have. He was so much older than her (not to mention, he was her professor), and yet, the moisture between her legs was not from the shower.

Legs shaking, Ginny locked the door again and climbed back into the shower, rinsing off quickly. She dressed in a cami and shorts and quickly made her way down the hall and into her room.

She knew she should probably tell someone about what had happened. Snape had been completely out of line, and yet, she almost wondered what would happen if she let him get away with it. Would he try something more?

With a sigh, she sat on her bed and drew her brush through her long red hair, her mind wandering to her Potions professor. He thoughts were extremely inappropriate and she scolded herself as she laid down to sleep. He had to have been teasing her. Her eyes became heavy and she had almost fallen asleep when she heard something from Snape's room.

Sitting up, Ginny placed her ear against the wall. It sounded like a quiet creaking coming from the bed. She frowned, wondering what the noise could be when she heard something that made her heavy, sleep laden eyes go wide.

Snape was grunting and moaning, heavily. The wall was thick so it wasn't loud, but she could hear him. She gasped, her hand covering her mouth though the sound had already escaped it. The dark man's words made Ginny whimper audibly.

"Fuck me, Ginerva," he groaned as the creaking became louder and faster.

Ginny bit her lip, feeling heat coil into her abdomen. He was touching himself...while thinking about...her. Her breathing became heavier as lust filled her. She squirmed, now kneeling and pressing herself into the wall to hear more.

"Touch yourself, Ginny."

She gasped. He knew she was listening.

A/N: Well, there you go. Will she give in to his request? I don't know... :) Please review.