A/N: Okay, this is where the story gets really dark. I've been struck with Writer's Block, and I've been going through possibilities of what could happen. This is what stuck with me.
There are sexual situations in this chapter...
Chapter 8: Tangled Feelings
Ginny smiled as she and Harry sat on the back porch of Grimmauld place, watching the sun set slowly. They held hands casually, comfortable with their closeness. The original awkwardness of them revealing their feelings for one another had vanished, and they were able to just enjoy each other.
They spoke of the impending Quidditch trials and school starting up again.
"I suppose Mum will be taking us to Diagon Alley to get us books. Hopefully, I can talk her into buying me some new robes. Mine are from third year."
Harry smiled. "You look pretty no matter what you're wearing."
Ginny blushed and looked down, biting her lip. She leaned over and kissed Harry gently, smiling into the kiss when his hand reached up and gently caressed her cheek.
Ginny felt Harry pulling her forward, towards his room. She bit her lip, unsure of why he was being so insistent. She had a feeling in her gut as to why, but she pushed it away. Harry would never pressure her.
The boy closed the door and turned the lock. He shared the room with Ron, Ginny remembered. She felt uneasy that he had felt the need to lock the door. Before she could process what was happening, Harry closed the distance between them and kissed her roughly. She responded to the kiss, her heart thumping against her ribcage.
Harry deepened the kiss as he pulled her body against him. Feeling his hands roaming, Ginny pushed weakly at his shoulders. "Harry...relax..."
Harry growled and looked at her. "What? Is it too much for you, little girl."
Ginny gasped and looked up at him, her eyes narrow. "What did you say?"
His lips were on hers once more, forcefully taking what he wanted. What was wrong with him? Harry surely couldn't be doing this to her. She felt him pushing her back towards his bed. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell back. Harry smirked and pulled his shirt off.
"Harry...I'm not ready for this...you're moving too fast," she cried, tears in her eyes.
Harry stopped momentarily. "Ginny, there's a war coming. Sooner than we all think. You don't want to die without expressing our feelings for each other."
Ginny sat up. "The war isn't coming tomorrow..."
"What if it did?"
"Who says we're going to die?" she countered.
"There's always the chance..."
Ginny bit her lip.
"Ginny, please. I-I love you..." Harry smiled weakly up at her.
Ginny's eyes went wide. "Y-you love me?" she asked.
The boy nodded eagerly. "I do."
She smiled. "I...I l-love you too, H-harry."
"Then...just let go. Let's just see what happens," he pressed.
Ginny sighed and nodded slowly. He loved her, right? People that loved each other made love to each other, didn't they?
The girl didn't have time to answer her own question, and she found Harry's lips upon her own again. She allowed herself to respond, though her nerves made her clumsy. She allowed Harry to push her back onto the bed as he kissed her neck.
The girl took a deep, shaky breath as she put her hands on the boy's shoulders. As much as she waned to deny it, Harry's actions felt pretty wonderful. She let out a quiet moan as he nipped gently at the sensitive skin on her neck.
Harry pulled back momentarily when she did so and smiled before kissing her again.
Ginny smiled into the kiss despite herself. After several moments, Ginny pulled away from the kiss, needing air.
Harry's attentions returned immediately to her neck, his hands playing with the bottom of her shirt. Her school shirt. How had she gotten into that? They hadn't even been to Diagon Alley.
Ginny was puller from her thoughts as Harry began to unbutton her shirt. "Harry, stop! We shouldn't."
Harry looked down at her, anger etched slightly onto his face. "Who's gonna know? Just you and me...and I won't tell a soul."
Ginny gasped at his words, meeting his eyes. She'd heard those before. "What are you playing at?" she demanded.
Harry looked confused. "I'm not playing at anything."
Ginny was unconvinced.
"I'll tell you exactly what to do..." He added, thinking she was nervous.
Ginny bit her lip. Something wasn't right. "Harry, look-" She was cut off by his lips against her own. Despite herself, she responded to the kiss. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Harry unbuttoned her shirt and it fell open, revealing her black lace bra. She knew she definitely had not been wearing that. "Harry, did you-"
"Stop talking. Just enjoy this," he demanded.
Ginny nodded slowly and closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling as Harry kissed down her bare chest. His hands pulled her bra off and massaged her breasts before he took one of them into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
Ginny couldn't hold back a moan. She snaked her fingers into his hair but was taken aback. His hair was longer and thicker. She opened her eyes and pushed the shoulders back to stare into the lust-filled face of Severus Snape, a smirk playing at his mouth.
"Get off of me," she demanded. "How did you-"
Snape smirked. "Is that really what you want?" he asked, pushing his hips against hers.
She gasped, feeling his arousal against her. "Y-yes..."
"It didn't sound like that a few minutes ago..."
Ginny flushed, looking down. "I...I thought you were..."
"Potter!" Snape spat, growling. "Like Potter could ever pleasure you like I can."
Ginny felt tears stinging her eyes. "Please, Professor..."
Snape growled and leaned down, kissing her roughly. "Forget about Potter for five minutes." His voice was gentle.
Ginny looked up at him, fear still evident in her eyes.
"I can make you feel things you have never felt before," he whispered, his hand running delicately up her leg.
Ginny shivered and closed her eyes.
Snape's hands moved up her thigh, under her pleated school skirt. "Give in to my touch, Ginerva."
Ginny whimpered and nodded slowly, shaking slightly.
Severus moved to her side slightly, pushing her legs apart slightly. Ginny's eyes flew open but she was greeted with a gentle kiss as the dark man stroked her core through her panties. Ginny gasped into the kiss, but Severus refused to pull away from her. She squirmed under his touch, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
Severus smirked and slipped his hand into her panties, massaging her clit gently. Her hips bucked forward, and she moaned loudly. "Severus..." she hissed.
Severus chuckled and slipped a finger into her tight heat.
Ginny gripped the sheets at the feeling and moaned even louder. "Fuck, Severus..."
"Enough!"
Ginny gasped at the sudden loss of pleasurable feelings that had been surrounding her.
"Wake up!"
Eyes fluttering open, Ginny sat upright, coming face to face with the man she had, apparently, been lusting over in her dreams.
"What in Merlin's name is going on?"
Ginny's face went red as she realized what was happening. "Shit..." she swore under her breath.
"Right...and you've just stepped in it," he growled.
Ginny felt tears of embarrassment stinging her eyes.
"Now. Why on this Earth were you moaning my name?"
Ginny bit her lip. "I-uh...I was...having a-a dream..." she said quietly.
Snape's features went from furious to amused. "A dream?" he asked. "What kind of dream?"
Ginny grimaced. "Like you don't know..."
"I asked you a question."
"A sexual dream, okay?" Her groaned, putting her head in her hands.
"You're lucky the whole house didn't hear you."
Ginny shook her head. "I'm so sorry, professor."
Snape smirked. "Don't be...perhaps one day soon, your dream will pan out," he said before leaving her room and pulling the door shut behind him.
A/N: That was RIDICULOUSLY hard to write. I'm sorry if you all hate it. Please review either way.
