Title: It's Been A While Chapter One: Results of Imperius
E-mail: Maninyellersiut@aol.com
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A/N: Well I hate to hold you guys up. Ok, um…
Give me some feedback so I know whether you guys want me to write more
or not. Otherwise I won't know if I
should continue. This is my first time
posting here, and I didn't know how much went into it. Much more respect for all of the other
fanfic writers now. *smiles* I'm open to flames, and all other reviews so
go on right ahead. This is the updated
corrected version! Anyhow enough said…
*****
"Then you add the horned toad. Ginny?
Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, yes," Ginny mumbled
under her breath. She was paired with
Ariana Newgit *again*, and she felt that she just might explode. Ariana was the snottiest of all the sixth
years and had a way of getting under her skin.
"I'm going to go get the newt
eyes. You stay here and add the
powdered unicorn horn as soon as it turns green. Right?"
"Yup," Ginny grinned
through gritted teeth. She'd do
anything to get that stupid git away from her.
Ariana left with a last snobby look at Ginny. She rolled her eyes and began adding the unicorn horn. "Who does she think she is? Just let me do it, we don't anymore marks
off," she imitated with a growl.
After empting the rest of the
ingredients into the cauldron she sat down and waited for Ariana's return. As Ariana sat back down at the table she
eyed the potion suspiciously.
"It's not supposed to be
purple!" she hissed. "It's
*supposed* to be green! What did you
do?"
"Nothing you didn't tell me, oh
royal one." Ariana made a gesture
as if grabbing on to an invisible throat and squeezing it very hard before
giving the potion another look over and turning again to Ginny. "How much unicorn horn did you
add?" She sounded a bit worried.
"The whole thing," Ginny
muttered with a swing of her hand.
"Bloody hell!" Ariana
yelled as she pulled Ginny and herself under the table to the sounds of
something exploding above them.
"What the..."
"GINNY WEASLEY!" came a
terrifying cry. "What the hell did
you do to your potion?" Ginny was
roughly dragged out from under the table.
She was greeted with the cold looks of several onlookers, all of which
were covered in purple goo.
"Oi!" she stuttered. This was much worse then she expected.
"Weasley, outside, now!"
Snape screamed. Everyone was in an
uproar as Snape dragged a protesting Ginny out into the hallway, slamming the
door shut behind him.
"How dare you! That's the second time this month
Weasley. The second time this
month! Another one of my classes
ruined, another one of your cauldrons melted.
This is becoming quite an expensive habit Weasley! Do you hear me?"
"Yes," she croaked through
her long auburn hair. She couldn't look
him in the face. She had already been
giving two detentions last time. What
now?
"Oh you've pushed me to the
limits! You and that Neville
Longbottom. Both prats that can't get
their damn potions correct! What is
wrong with you?" He wanted to
shake her, shake her until her head hurt and she would learn to get things
right. Instead he restrained his hands
by gripping them firmly behind him and leaned closer to her, practically
spitting every word into her face.
"Detention! Three!
Yes, three detentions. One
tonight, where you will make the potion again, correctly this time. The other I'll have to figure out later. Now back in the classroom and clean up you
things! Move it! I said NOW!"
Holding back the urge to kick Snape
very hard in the shins she instead retreated back into the classroom to clean
up her cauldron. All around her spells
were being yelled to clean up the mess.
Her mess. Could she ever get
things right? Not with Snape watching
her like the hawk he was. Argh, another
detention with the slimy git. What
could be worse?
******
"Are you sure you don't want help
with that Gin?"
"No," she grumbled. Ginny was tired of being treated like a
baby. Everyone did it, including Ron,
Hermione, and… Even her lover boy Harry! Ok, maybe not lover boy, but defiantly in
the "biggest crush" category. Actually,
Harry didn't even realize she existed.
She was just Ron's bloody sister, and he was to busy staring at a long
gone Cho Chang. Yup, she had cracked
the year after Cedric died and since had kept mostly to herself, not even
managing to keep up a conversation with some of the friends she used to be so
close to. The stupid git! How could he like someone who had basically
taken a vow of silence? Ginny snarled
into her soup, earning her a disgruntled look from Ron, Hermione, and (shit!)
Harry! She just smiled back sweetly and
pretended to be the boring little Ginny, the child who couldn't do anything for
herself. Not even concoct a simply
potion…
"So how did double potions with
Snape go?" Harry coughed out. Aww just
the wonderful man she had been thinking about.
"Well, I added to much powdered
unicorn horn to Anti-Imperius potion and exploded it in Snape's face." Ron and Harry both broke out into grins
while Hermione's face broke into a look of shock.
"Oh no Gin, you didn't? And you're proud of it? Do you have detention with him?"
"Calm down Mione," Ron whispered
giving her hand a slight squeeze. She
smiled back removing her hand from his and sliding it somewhere "further" under
the table. As Ron grinned Ginny and
Harry both winced and looked away.
Hermione blushed as Ron's grin continued to widen. Ginny thought if he smiled anymore his face
would simply burst.
"All
right, all right!" Ginny screamed.
"Control yourself please. I
think you have successfully allowed me to loose my appetite!" This caused Hermione to blush even more
furiously (if humanly possible) and Harry to grimace. Looking down at the two of them with something sounding like "Oh
gods!" he walked around to the other side of the table and sat down next to
Ginny. Harry being so close made
Ginny's heartbeat madly. Geez, I've
really got to get some friends of my own…
"Wow
Weasley. I didn't know you and the
mud-blood were so 'attached'," came a drawling voice from across the hall. Turning around Ginny saw Draco Malfoy
walcing (?) over to their table. He
gave her a brief look over (Hey! Was he
checking her out?) before returning his glance to Hermione and Ron. "I didn't think you were allowed to do that
in public."
Ron made as if to get up and
punch Malfoy but was rudely intercepted by a furious Hermione. Whispering into his ear she gave him a
slight kiss before turning back to Malfoy.
"Sod off
Malfoy," came Ron's voice. As he stood
up Ginny noticed the height difference between him and Malfoy. Ron had grown a lot over the summer, and now
being in his seventh year he was over six feet tall. He had broad shoulders, and was rather roughly built. Malfoy on the other hand was also rather
tall, probably close to six feet, but was built much leaner. She wondered if he'd actually grown some
muscle under those black robes. Nope,
probably not she thought with a laugh.
He was always going to be that pathetic…
"What are
you glaring at Weasley?" Malfoy's voice cut into her thoughts. It was always so hard to tell whom he was
talking to, seeing that he called her and her brothers all the same name. She looked up at him and put on the best
smirk she thought possible. He can see
right through it, she thought miserably.
She was staring into those cold piercing gray eyes, so different from
her warm brown ones. Someone could get
lost in those eyes…
"I said
what are you glaring at?" This time he
gave Ginny a nice shove, throwing her back hard into the tabletop. Ron's face began to grow red and if she
didn't know better Ginny thought that steam would come pouring out of his ears
any moment.
"Don't. You.
EVER! Touch. My.
Sister. AGAIN!" he
screamed. That was it. He was out of his seat and lunging across
the table at Malfoy. Malfoy backed
away, just out of Ron's arm distance, but this didn't stop Harry from getting
him. He was on the right side of the
table and on top of Malfoy in a flash.
Punches were flying everywhere, and it seemed Draco was receiving the
worse end of the lot.
"Harry. Harry!" Ginny screamed grabbing his
arms. "Stop!" She was so close to him, but she couldn't enjoy it. Any moment now a professor would be on the
scene and they'd all be in trouble. Not
to mention the fact that Malfoy would be in the hospital wing a long time.
Under
Ginny's pressure, even though she knew she didn't retain the strength to
actually remove Harry's fist from Malfoy's face, he loosened the grip and let
Malfoy slide to the floor.
"Next
time Malfoy," he growled. Actually, the
whole situation would have been quite funny if they didn't run the risk of deducting
house points and earning detentions. As
soon as Harry had rolled off of Malfoy Pansy Parkinson came flying in screaming
at the top of her lungs that her "'ickle Dracie" had been scared for life. Malfoy merely grumbled and pushed her off of
him. It was amazing that no professors
had turned up on the scene. They were
nearly always itching to take away house points and assign detentions. Actually (Ginny thought to herself) she had
sworn she had seen Professor Dumbledore look this way. Probably just thinking that Malfoy deserves
some of his own medicine every once in a while.
Ginny found herself smiling as
Malfoy picked himself off of the floor, shoeing away a still persistent Pansy
Parkinson. ("Are you sure you're not
hurt? I can take you to the informatory
or take you back to the common room for some rest!") He gave Ginny his best 'I'll-Get-You-Back-For-This-Somehow'
glances and stole away back to the Slytherin table.
"And now that that's over," she
hummed to herself, picking at the blueberry tart in front of her. She would have liked to believe that Harry
had fought Malfoy just for her. That he
had brought blood to Malfoy's noise and stained his pale skin just for her, but
deep inside she knew it wasn't true.
The only reason he had attacked Malfoy was to make a point. 'Mess with my friends and you deal with
me!' Bah! Boys could be so arrogant and stubborn. Nudging her tart Ginny drifted back to thoughts of her detention
later that night.
*****
Running a
brush through her thick tresses Ginny glanced at the time. Damn!
It was seven-ten. She was going
to be late. Throwing down the brush she
grabbed at her jacket, remembering how cold the dungeons normally were. She made a move to grab her brush again, but
thought better of it. Who was going to
see her besides Snape? Hopefully no
one, she assured herself while flying down the staircase. She was just at the portrait hole when a
voice behind her stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Hey Gin,
hold up." It was Harry, running after her
with flushed cheeks trying to catch his breath. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, and his face showed an
expression of determination. Ginny felt
her legs began to buckle as he flashed her a smile.
As if
sensing her weakness Harry reached out and gently brushed her arm. Ginny felt a tingling sensation run up her
backbone, making the little hairs on her neck stand on end. Don't do this to me!
"Can you
give this to Professor Snape?" Harry
roughly opened her small hand and shoved a bit of parchment into it. "It's my essay on Polyjuice Potion. I would have turned it in earlier, but I got
caught up with McGonagall. I also would
have delivered it myself but…"
"Aha,"
Ginny nodded staring at her feet.
"Leave me to do all the dirt work, right?"
"Well,"
his eyes twinkled. Ginny felt her heart
melt in he chest. "I figure you're up
to it." Ginny wanted to linger, to be
closer to Harry, but she was suddenly aware of the time and that bloody potions
teacher. Damn!
"Ok," she
stuttered before turning and running out of the portrait hole. By the time she arrived in the dungeons she
knew she must be late. She swung around
a corner and ran right into a solid wooden door. Argh! She reached up and
rubbed tentatively at the bump that was already forming on her forehead. Looking up she realized that the door she
had run into was none other then the door that lead into her potions
classroom.
"Mrs.
Weasley. I see you have decided to
grace me with your presence. I was
dearly hoping you wouldn't show so I could bring the matter straight to
Dumbledore. What a pity…" Ginny looked up into the face of one greasy
Severus Snape.
"Bloody
git!" she muttered under her breath.
*****
After two
grueling hours of laboring over the potion, Snape constantly over her shoulder,
it was ready. Snape was on her in a
flash, looking at the potion with mild interest.
"I'll
take this," he scowled grabbing her cauldron.
Ginny noted that his nails had grown quite long and were also very
dirty. I wonder if he's gay? She way interrupted by a cough from the
front of the classroom.
"Well, if
you've correctly mixed your potion," he looked doubtful, "then you should be
able to resist the Imperius Curse after drinking it." His lips broke into a rare smile. I don't like the look of this.
"But if not," his smirk was evident in even his voice, "then this might
turn into a very long night." Oh
gods! He was going to put the Imperius
curse on her. That bastard!
As Ginny
opened her mouth in protest she heard the familiar words echo in her head. "Imperius!"
She tried to block it out, but it came on her like a wave, flooding to
every limb in her body until she felt like she had no control. "Come here," called a sly voice. She recognized it immediately as Snape's,
just as she felt her legs began to move under her. I'm going to kill that bloody bastard. As soon as he takes this off me I'll just wrap my hands around
his neck, and then this whole mess will be over.
Unaware
that she was now at the front of the classroom she was jolted to reality. She could now hear, just barely, the sound
of a whisper in her head.
"She
looks just like her," it murmured.
"That hair, those lips, even the freckles are like hers. Damn!
Why is this so hard?" As Ginny
felt her arm reaching out she felt panicked.
Oh Gods! Was he talking about
me?
"Grab the
glass vial!" This voice was more
insistent, more audible then the other voice had been. This was the voice that controlled her, the
voice that she yielded too. Yet there
was another voice present, and it was becoming clearer by the moment.
"She's
small and delicate just like her. Her
skin is as pale as the moon. I wonder
if she'd feel the same way, pressed against my body as we…" The glass vial that Ginny had been holding
crashed to the dungeon floor and shattered.
Snape's head snapped up as he surveyed the floor and then Ginny.
"What the
hell?" he snapped. Grabbing Ginny he
shoved her roughly against the wall. "What do you think you're doing?" he hissed. "Can't you damn well do anything
right?" His voice was blocked out by
another one, this time distinctively Snape's.
"Gods,
her lips, the way her hair cascades down her back… She evens smells like her!"
Repulsed Ginny tried to squirm out of Snape's grasp, but found that his
arms held her firmly in place.
"Kiss
me!" an urgent voice sounded in the back of her mind. Oh no! How could he do
this to her? But there was no time to
think as Ginny's mouth was now placed firmly on Snape's.
Snape was
taken aback as the little Weasley threw her mouth on his. Shocked didn't even describe the feeling as
he felt her tongue enter his mouth. He
shoved her even harder into the wall, forcing his body up against hers.
On the
other end of things Ginny wanted to gag.
Oh, this was seriously not happening.
She was kissing Snape for Gods sake!
She tried to fight the curse, but it was useless. She was pinned to the wall by her potions
teacher, who was using the Imperius Curse to get a good snog! Argh!
He could get sent to Azkaban for this!
With
another intense moment Ginny was harshly shoved onto Snape's desk. Get off of me you slimy git! He was now on top of her, and Ginny could do
nothing to stop it. She was kissing him
like she'd never thought possible, and his hand was traveling slowly up her
thigh. She tried to pull away but Snape
pressed her harder into the desk, now kissing her with enough force to bruise
her mouth.
As his
lips moved down to work on her neck she felt herself arch towards him. Her hands were on his back, her nails
digging in fiercely. He began to yank
at her shirt, while her hand traveled under and up his. Her breathing was becoming erratic, and she
felt the need to stop and go up for some air.
As she tried to break the kiss Snape shifted and pulled her further
under him. Parchment and quills were
being knocked off of his desk left and right.
"Make
love to me," a strong voice in her head screamed. Hell no! This was too
much! Ginny found herself praying that
someone, anyone, would walk in the room and drag this man off of her. She felt like a helpless onlooker, watching
as she was sickly seduced by none other then Snape!
Snape had
now successful managed to rip her t-shirt off, and it was left in a heap at the
bottom of his desk. He had forcefully
grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. He was kissing her madly, drowning her in an endless sea. She found that the more she tried to prevent
it, the stronger the desire came. Her
body felt like it was being ripped in two halves, one trying to escape while
the other gave in to total temptation.
Her
hands, currently released, where making their way down to Snape's pants. They fumbled as they nervously tried to
unbutton his pants. Snape mouth was on
her ear, kissing and biting, causing Ginny to wince with slight pain. As his mouth slowly brushed her other ear he
whispered huskily.
"Make
love to me Lily!" What the hell? Ginny immediately found herself free of the
curse. Taking her two hands she shoved
them gruffly into Snape's chest, making him break their passionate kiss.
Ginny? Oh Gods, what have I done? As reality dawned on Snape he quickly jumped
off of Ginny and backed into the wall, leaning on it for support. His eyes moved from the assortment of quills
and parchment that now littered the floor to the student on his desk, clothes
ripped and torn, hair falling in messy wisps across her face. Oh Gods, what *had* he done?
Ginny,
cheeks flushed breathing heavy, looked away from the hard glare Snape was now
giving her. His cheeks were flushed and
he was grabbing at his chest, where his shirt was (in turn) ripped open. Realizing that she was still in quite a
compromising position Ginny quickly moved to close her legs and sat up.
Snape and
Ginny just stared at each other a moment before Ginny, remembering Harry's
homework, shoved some parchment in his hand and ran for the door. Snape made no move to stop her, or to look
at the parchment that his hand now grasped.
He continued to stare at his desk.
The desk where he just about shagged Ginny Weasley a few moments
ago…
*****
Dum!
Dum! Dum!