Another smut alert, but I think Ginny will surprise you.

Hermione gently pulled a few strands of her beautiful red hair away from her face. She felt so old now. While only two years older than Ginny, she had lived through a war on the front line and survived. Ginny had remained at Hogwarts, and while dealing with the Carrows wasn't easy, it wasn't starving in a freezing tent evading snatchers. The stress of knowing if she were caught it would be… well, this, or worse.

Her mind drifted back to the last day of the Horcrux hunt. They almost did it. Sneaking into the castle, destroying the diadem. All that was left was the snake. Then, Voldemort destroying the shield, the rush of Death Eaters and other creatures, The showdown with Harry. Harry falling like a withered leaf on the first cast. The cries of her fellow students as they were either captured or killed. She had hidden in the rubble hoping to regroup and fight, but it was too late. A stunning spell from behind and it was over.

Now she sat in Snapes office, presumably pregnant with his child. To be used as a baby machine for the pig downstairs. Ginny groaned and sat up. "Hermione! Are you okay?" Ginny searched for bruises or burns on her wrists but found none. "What, what did he do to you?"

Hermione smiled sorrowfully. "He didn't hurt me Gin. He was actually quite gentle and, to be honest, it felt good." Ginny looked relieved but unsure. "It's almost time. Listen Ginny. I know you'll want to, but don't fight him. You can't avoid it. If you just let it happen, let him lead, I promise, it won't be as bad as you think." The clock on the wall chimed the half hour. "I'll be in the bedroom across from his. Come to me there, after. Trust me. Be brave. It's going to be all right."

Ginny nodded her head, but tears fell down her cheeks. She stood and walked to his room like a zombie and entered closing the door behind her. He was once again on the bed naked, reading. He rose and moved slowly toward her. Ginny backed up until her back hit the wall. She was shaking uncontrollably.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd hoped Hermione would have been able to convince her that she need not be afraid. This was going to take a while. She looked like others he had seen at revels and it sickened him. He stopped in front of her. "Ginevra, I will not hurt you. I must fulfil my duty to the Dark Lord, but I will not rape you." She collapsed, huddling against the wall on the floor, covering her face crying. He crouched down next to her and took a lock of her silken red hair between his fingers. Memories of another red head filled his mind. "Ginevra. Where is your Gryffindor courage? There will be much ugliness you will have to face from now on, but this will not be one of them. Take my hand."

Ginny calmed herself as best she could. She was a Gryffindor. Her mothers daughter. She was not a coward. Ginny looked at the hand he offered and took it. He lifted her gently to stand. "There, that's better. I know it's difficult, but you must trust me. Didn't Hermione tell you what would happen?" Ginny nodded. "And did you believe her?" She nodded again. Snape led her to the bed to sit and talk. "Tell me what you're afraid of."

Ginny kept her eyes on the floor despite being curious about his body. "I…I'm embarrassed to be naked in front of you and afraid it will hurt."

Snape showed infinite patience. "I will turn out the lights so no one can see. I won't lie to you, there is some pain, but there will also be much pleasure if you let it happen."

A wave of his hand and the lights went out. "See. You could be wearing a parka and I couldn't see it." She seemed to stop trembling. He took her hands in his. So small and soft. First rubbing them with his thumb, then bringing it to his lips. Kissing her palm and then her wrist on both hands. Still holding them he kissed her forehead and temple. "Come now, best to get it over with, yes?" He moved back onto the bed and waited for her to come to him.

The cold blue light of the moon carved shadows in the darkness. She stood and dropped her robe, climbing in after him. Her curiosity getting the better of her. "Hermione said you were gentle and that it even felt good. And it would be alright, if I didn't fight you."

Snape sighed and rolled his eyes as she couldn't see his face. This chit was how old? She had a decent pair of tits so she must be of childbearing age. Thank heaven they were only virgins once. To his great surprise he felt her fingers reach out to him and touch his chest. They swirled and pulled gently on his sparse chest hair. What was this? The small nimble fingers didn't stop there but went south. Touching his ribs, his nipples, his belly, his hip. She was actually touching his penis and it sent an electric shock up his spine. He sat very still as she explored him. Her touch became a grip and he unintentionally moaned. He had to put a stop to that.

He pulled her down on top of him and he felt her breasts press into his chest. "Ginevra? Do you want to touch me some more?" A very quiet whisper could barely be heard. "Yes." He grinned. Maybe she could deal with it after all. "You may touch me anywhere you like, but I will touch you as well. Is that acceptable?" Again the quiet whisper. "Yes." He let her sit up straddling his thighs, as she continued to gently explore him. He took his hands and began to do the same. Her skin was so soft, and he luxuriated in its feel. Her breasts and butt were a squeezable dream and he lingered over them. Her back straight and supple. He began to feel her moisture gather in her pussy, so he rubbed her clit and she gasped. Ginny stopped exploring him and quivered under his touch. He pulled her down to the mattress and began to lick and suckle on her breasts. She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers found her opening and he curled them inside to touch her center of pleasure. Quite soon she was clenching down on them so tight he couldn't move them anymore. Ginny moaned and screamed out her orgasm. He entered her while she still soared, extending it, and was surprised to not feel the resistance he expected. He began to move in and out with no obstruction and it didn't take long before he spilled himself inside her tightness. He collapsed next to her, and she moved to lay on his still heaving chest.

"I guess you discovered my secret." Ginny shyly smiled and looked up at him.

"Have you already had a lover Gievra?" And here he was, worried she was still a child.

"No." She said simply, "But I have five older brothers who do a lot of wanking to magazines. I would steal them and try to figure out what it was all about. I learned how to come with my fingers and an occasional vegetable a while back. You're the first man I've ever touched or been close to though."

Snape actually began to chuckle. "Unbelievable. Of all the… Well, it's done. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes proffe… headma… What do I call you now?"

"Voldemort would have you call me Master. I think that's best, so you don't forget your place. Is that okay?" He just couldn't wait to hear her answer.

"Well, I already called you Headmaster, and you are a Potions Master. I guess I can just shorten it. Can I stay here with you tonight… master? I thought maybe we would do it again."

This girl was going to kill him. "No Ginevra. You must understand that I am your master and you are my slave. If the Dark Lord finds out I have an attachment to you he will take you away and punish me. You must never lose your fear of me in public or he will know. Do you understand?"

Ginny got up from the bed and put her robe back on. "I understand." She came to him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "That wasn't so bad. Goodnight, Master."

Ginny left the room and Snape let out an exhausted sigh. "I'm getting too fucking old for this."