Snape was now half-dressed, and sitting patiently on the bed. Ginny's bed.
Merlin help me. Ginny thought in a frenzy, eyeing her Potion's professor with a growing heat in her panties.
"Sit." Snape ordered, pulling her down next to him.
He let her eyes wavering over his torso; over the silvered scars, and the thin patches of dark hair, but when her gaze drifted over to his left forearm he caught her chin with his palm.
Ginny fought the urge to draw back. The combination of musky perfumes from his stores, and the piercing look on his face made her drowsy. It was a minute or two before he let her face go, then began to peel off her school robes.
"Professor," Ginny whispered, closing her eyes as Snape's hand grazed her chest.
"You're hurting my arm."
She felt him let go, and he gently rubbed the spot before continuing to disrobe her. Ginny blushed to the colour of her flaming hair.
Snape had tossed her blouse on the floor and, with a devilish grin, cupped each breast, beginning to knead her with his thumbs.
"Do you like that?"
He asked, voice deepening, and his fingers stroking. Ginny closed her eyes again and moaned softly. Snape took this as a confirmation, and led his hands to travel the lengths of her stomach.
"Such a healthy girl aren't you?" He sniggered pulling the skin from her ribs tightly. Ginny cried out and abruptly opened her eyes, newly formed tears encasing them.
Snape hid back his smirk and leaned down to surround Ginny's face with his soft hair.
"Don't cry now Miss Weasley," He cooed, brushing away the salty pearls that had spilled down her cheeks.
"We haven't even begun."