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Quidditch. Professor Snape hated the game. This particular match was to be between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so he was obliged to be there. It had been several days since he had had Ms.Weasley in his classroom, and was desperate to hear her voice, watch her as she carefully added ingredients or scribbled on her parchment. His dark eyes scanned the stands for the glimpse of red. He found her and settled back in his seat, pretending to watch and be interested in the game, but his focus was entirely upon her.
Ginny sat snuggled in between Hermione and Hagrid, watching the game. She didn't much like to be outside with all the people screaming in her ears, but Hermione had insisted she come and support Harry and Ron. She sighed and looked up, but her eyes moved to the teachers' box, where she found Professor Snape watching her. It sent a shiver down her spine and she pulled her robes tightly around her, feeling eerily like Snape was watching her more than a teacher should...
For one brief moment, their eyes connected. Snape hurriedly looked away when she looked up at him, his eyes idly following the close match. After a few moments, he thought it safe to return his gaze back to her. Wait...where was she? In the few moments he had looked away, she had left the stands. His eyes moved frantically and caught her a small ways away. She looked unstable and Snape left the stands, irresistibly drawn to her.
Ginny had persuaded Hermione to let her leave, claiming she had homework to do. Hermione had grudgingly allowed her to go. Ginny was only a few meters from the stands, when she started to feel queasy. She put a small hand over her stomach and almost fell backwards, but was caught by a pair of strong hands around her waist. She turned to see who it was, expecting Colin or someone to be behind her. Her amber eyes widened when she saw it was in fact, her Potions professor.
"Are you alright, Ms.Weasley?" His voice called down to her. Snape could not let go of her waist. His long hands almost touched she was so small. He could feel her being so close to him and he noticed a slight problem in his trousers that would grow into a large problem if he remained near her. He let go quickly, immediately regretting the loss of her warmth from his hands.
Ginny looked up at him, almost a full foot taller than she. "I'm alright Professor." She said in that quiet way of hers. Black bore into amber as their eyes clashed. Snape cleared his throat and stood a little taller, wrapping his black robes around himself. He cursed his body beneath his breath, angry that she got to him in so personal a way. It had been so long since he had touched a woman...But no. She was not a woman, she was a girl.
"On your way then." He glared at her, not at all pleased with the frightened look she gave him as she nodded and obediently went back to the castle. Snape growled and followed her. He was determined to not let his body get the better of him, but he wanted more than anything to hold her, crush her body to his, ravage her with his mouth, his hands. He shook his head and barked out her name.
Ginny turned, eyes wide as she saw the angry professor approaching her. She trembled lightly. "Professor?" She asked. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he so upset? She followed him down to the dungeons, utterly perplexed. He closed the door behind them and ordered her to sit. She did so quickly and watched as he sat behind his desk, hands folded as he stared at her.
Ginny shifted in her seat, dropping her eyes from him. Snape just watched her fidget for a few minutes before she finally looked up at him. He could control himself no longer. He stood and menacingly went over to her, his hands on the top of the desk as he brought himself down close to her. "Virginia." He said in a whisper, so unlike his usual voice that she was startled, almost too startled to notice how his hand grazed her cheek.
Snape pulled back from her and cleared his throat. He tossed a piece of parchment at her. "The essay you handed in was abominable. I want another, much better one." He said gruffly and ordered her out. Ginny left quickly, unnerved by his actions. She frowned and headed to the common room. 'Did he use my first name? Did he touch my cheek?' She tried to brush it off as an accident, but the feel of him so close was still there, and she shivered as she went upstairs.
Snape watched her leave, cursing himself for not being able to hold back. Thank Merlin she noticed nothing amiss. He returned to the stack of work on his desk. The rest of the day, he was in an unusually good mood, not taking any points from Gryffindor, the feel and smell of her, strawberries and vanilla, were at the forefront of his mind...
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Ok, so a little more into Snape's obsession. Will Ginny return his affection? Or will she just think he's nutters? Review to find out! Remember, reviews make this college girl happy to be here!
Love, Becca
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Quidditch. Professor Snape hated the game. This particular match was to be between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so he was obliged to be there. It had been several days since he had had Ms.Weasley in his classroom, and was desperate to hear her voice, watch her as she carefully added ingredients or scribbled on her parchment. His dark eyes scanned the stands for the glimpse of red. He found her and settled back in his seat, pretending to watch and be interested in the game, but his focus was entirely upon her.
Ginny sat snuggled in between Hermione and Hagrid, watching the game. She didn't much like to be outside with all the people screaming in her ears, but Hermione had insisted she come and support Harry and Ron. She sighed and looked up, but her eyes moved to the teachers' box, where she found Professor Snape watching her. It sent a shiver down her spine and she pulled her robes tightly around her, feeling eerily like Snape was watching her more than a teacher should...
For one brief moment, their eyes connected. Snape hurriedly looked away when she looked up at him, his eyes idly following the close match. After a few moments, he thought it safe to return his gaze back to her. Wait...where was she? In the few moments he had looked away, she had left the stands. His eyes moved frantically and caught her a small ways away. She looked unstable and Snape left the stands, irresistibly drawn to her.
Ginny had persuaded Hermione to let her leave, claiming she had homework to do. Hermione had grudgingly allowed her to go. Ginny was only a few meters from the stands, when she started to feel queasy. She put a small hand over her stomach and almost fell backwards, but was caught by a pair of strong hands around her waist. She turned to see who it was, expecting Colin or someone to be behind her. Her amber eyes widened when she saw it was in fact, her Potions professor.
"Are you alright, Ms.Weasley?" His voice called down to her. Snape could not let go of her waist. His long hands almost touched she was so small. He could feel her being so close to him and he noticed a slight problem in his trousers that would grow into a large problem if he remained near her. He let go quickly, immediately regretting the loss of her warmth from his hands.
Ginny looked up at him, almost a full foot taller than she. "I'm alright Professor." She said in that quiet way of hers. Black bore into amber as their eyes clashed. Snape cleared his throat and stood a little taller, wrapping his black robes around himself. He cursed his body beneath his breath, angry that she got to him in so personal a way. It had been so long since he had touched a woman...But no. She was not a woman, she was a girl.
"On your way then." He glared at her, not at all pleased with the frightened look she gave him as she nodded and obediently went back to the castle. Snape growled and followed her. He was determined to not let his body get the better of him, but he wanted more than anything to hold her, crush her body to his, ravage her with his mouth, his hands. He shook his head and barked out her name.
Ginny turned, eyes wide as she saw the angry professor approaching her. She trembled lightly. "Professor?" She asked. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he so upset? She followed him down to the dungeons, utterly perplexed. He closed the door behind them and ordered her to sit. She did so quickly and watched as he sat behind his desk, hands folded as he stared at her.
Ginny shifted in her seat, dropping her eyes from him. Snape just watched her fidget for a few minutes before she finally looked up at him. He could control himself no longer. He stood and menacingly went over to her, his hands on the top of the desk as he brought himself down close to her. "Virginia." He said in a whisper, so unlike his usual voice that she was startled, almost too startled to notice how his hand grazed her cheek.
Snape pulled back from her and cleared his throat. He tossed a piece of parchment at her. "The essay you handed in was abominable. I want another, much better one." He said gruffly and ordered her out. Ginny left quickly, unnerved by his actions. She frowned and headed to the common room. 'Did he use my first name? Did he touch my cheek?' She tried to brush it off as an accident, but the feel of him so close was still there, and she shivered as she went upstairs.
Snape watched her leave, cursing himself for not being able to hold back. Thank Merlin she noticed nothing amiss. He returned to the stack of work on his desk. The rest of the day, he was in an unusually good mood, not taking any points from Gryffindor, the feel and smell of her, strawberries and vanilla, were at the forefront of his mind...
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Ok, so a little more into Snape's obsession. Will Ginny return his affection? Or will she just think he's nutters? Review to find out! Remember, reviews make this college girl happy to be here!
Love, Becca