Professor

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male)!! …And AU-ness. Ye be warned

Author's Note: Haha… I love you guys. XD. There's a lot of sympathy out there for Harry…and hatred for Ginny. Gwahh… Anyhooters, here's the next bit, and I'm pretty sure after this you're all gonna think I'm on acid. …And I just might be…(kidding) LOL. SET IT ON FIRE!! Cheers.

PS. – Put DOWN the sporks.

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"Harry?"

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"Harry?"

Harry didn't look up. He didn't turn round. It was as though he didn't register the soft voice at all…but he did. She was going to try to talk to him. Undoubtedly with some flimsy, stupid excuse as to why she had been whoring herself for Remus, and he wasn't particularly in the mood to hear it.

Ginny sighed, and went right round the chair to put her face between his and the fire. "What?" he asked coldly.

"I'm not going to apologize to you."

Harry's glare lessened under the weight of shock. "Excuse me? You should be on your fucking knees, groveling. So unless you plan to do that, stop wasting my time."

Ginny rolled her eyes and switched tactics. Her hand crept slowly up his thigh and she leaned in intimately. "I don't know about groveling, but I'm sure there are plenty of things I could do for you on my knees…" Her breath was warm and soft over his neck and Harry's eyelids drooped.

He looked at her, all tousle-y hair and sexy pout, cleavage just an eye shift away; she was hot. Definitely. And he wanted her despite the fact he hated her. But there was something else. Something Harry recognized in her, as he had felt it himself. A want, a crave for love…for affection and feeling… He hardened. No…she was nothing, nothing like him.

Harry smirked. She wanted to play? He could play as well. "Hmm…" he found himself saying as her hand, under the cover of the turned chair and her body, fondle his groin now.

"What do you say Harry?" she whispered into his ear. Her lips descended to caress his neck.

Harry stood, still smirking. "Come with me."

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Hermione frowned and huffed at the display. She turned furiously to Ron. "It's despicable! She just picks him up and throws him away when she likes and Harry's naïve enough to fall for it every time!" Ron glared at her. "Sorry…"

He sighed and glowered at his homework. "I'd gotten my hopes up that maybe I wouldn't have to risk walking in on them anymore… Damn."

Hermione patted his arm absently. "Me too."

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Harry watched as Ginny's clothes fell away. Lovely… Then she pressed herself to him, and he responded. His lips found hers and he pushed his tongue through them, kissing her. His hand cupped her jaw possessively, almost brutally with its intensity, while its twin pulled her hips and pelvis further flush with his own.

The kiss flared and Harry pulled away, bending his head to kiss down Ginny's neck, his hands now both greedy upon her ample breasts. Ginny gasped and arched into him as his teeth grazed over one nipple, sending shivers up her spine. "Ohh…"

In the next heartbeat, she was upon the mattress, Harry poised above her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She shifted in anticipation and he smiled lightly. One by one his clothes were heaped carelessly beside the bed until he was in naught but his socks. Ginny was verily quivering in anticipation, and she had the hungry look again… Harry steeled himself.

His lips met the joint of shoulder and neck as he slid the entire length of his rock hard erection into her. Her hips lifted and a guttural sound of pleasure rumbled from her throat, incoherently primal and satisfying. He slid out almost entirely, making her whimper from the loss, only to thrust in again. And off he went, pistoning in and out, back and forth, making Ginny moan with every delicious ounce of friction until her voice reached a dizzying crescendo with her orgasm.

She clenched and gasped as Harry kept on through the entire ordeal, only slowly when she stretched limp and sated on the sheets.

His lips captured hers again. "Did you enjoy that?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Mmm…yes." She smiled up at him. Harry fucked her slow and deep, stoking the smoldering embers of her arousal. His fingers toyed with a nipple and he gazed at her.

"I knew you would." His lips took over for his hand as the adventurous fingers skimmed down over her stomach to drag deliciously over her clit. She groaned and he started again, fucking her faster and faster until he was pounding in and out of her and she was spurred right up off the sheets, screams echoing dully in the Silenced room.

And when she reached her shuddering release, Harry lost control and came hard, eyes clenching and every muscle in his body clenched for one blissful breath of nirvana.

He fell beside Ginny, breathless and sweating, unable to move. For several long moments, they simply lie there, not speaking or thinking, just breathing. Then Harry shifted onto his back and lolled his head to the side. "I still want that favour you promised earlier."

Ginny looked at him and smiled. "Still not had enough have you?" And with a small giggle, she lifted herself and kneeled over his thighs, her lips wakening Harry's cock slowly and lazily.

"Never."

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An hour later, Ginny lie on the edge of sleep, sated beyond any measure she'd ever felt. She'd gotten her man back…and she'd just had possibly the best romp ever.

Harry curled into her and she smiled, feeling her consciousness begin to disengage. There was an insistent mouth latched onto her nipple now however, and it dragged her back to herself fully. "Harry," she sighed softly, "I can't…I'm exhausted."

"Mmm…I should imagine not." He looked at her, his gaze suddenly sharp. Ginny felt something knot in her stomach.

"What?" she whispered.

Hatred and revulsion now burned in his eyes. "You seemed to have plenty of stamina the other night. I saw you fucking him."

"Harry-"

"Don't…don't even try to say anything. So what then, you'll go all night with him and not me?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Harry gripped her chin. "Shh…you're a much better lay when you shut the fuck up." He saw the tears in her eyes and let her go, turning away. "Get out."

She didn't move, couldn't move. She thought…he…she thought he still loved her…

"Out!" Harry bellowed, and Ginny slipped from his bed, too in shock to register how incredibly exhausted she was. She hurried threw her clothes on and in the next breath, slipped silently out the door.

Harry leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, gripping his hair as though he had gone mad. Then in a stroke, it came to him. He had punished Ginny for her transgression…but she wasn't the only party at fault.

He slid under his covers and magicked his curtains shut. He would get Remus back as well…He would be fucking damned if they didn't pay.

And with a satisfied smile gracing his lips, he drifted off into a deep, and for once, utterly undisturbed sleep.

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Ginny made it to her own empty dorm room. It was only nine thirty on a Friday evening…no one would be back yet… She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

Then all at once, the implications of what she'd done hit her. Her hands covered her mouth as it fell open, horrified, and her legs gave way until she crumpled to the floor. Tears welled up inside her and a sob wracked her body, silent and horrible. She was choking on it, on her own guilt and revulsion and thought she might just pass out until she heaved in an enormous breath.

Oh Merlin…what had she done? What was going to happen? Oh God…

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Author's Note: yeah a tad short, but…meh, I didn't want to push it then have it be uncomfortable. Anyhooters, I have a smidge of a block on NaC and this is filling in for now. So…review!! Please? With chocolate and naked Remus on top? Down by the sea…wouldn't that be smashing? Cheers. XD