Ginny didn't have time to express her shock, as cloaked arms pulled her into the room, and locked the door from behind. She struggled momentarily before crying out.
It was Professor Snape.
He released her left arm and held a finger to his mouth, shushing her. Ginny blinked, she couldn't believe her eyes. Snape kept his grip on her other arm tight, while he undid the small buttons on his cloak, not tearing his black eyes away from hers.
"Professor! What are you doing?" Ginny tried to keep the panic in her voice to a bare minimum, but considering the circumstances she wasn't stunned when her own words quavered a little.
Snape narrowed his eyes, and ran his hands down to undo the clasps on his vest.
"We are having our conference Miss Weasley." He snapped sliding the fabric off his pale shoulders.
"I thought I made it clear."
He pulled her over to the large four-poster bed, still clutching her arm.
Ginny opened her mouth to protest, then after a second thought quickly shut it.
She wanted to see where this would lead.