While holding her aching side, Ginny gave the older man an intense look. Snape had sat back on his haunches and was staring at her with a mixture of expressions.
"How did you get in my chamber?"
Ginny demanded, mustering up her remaining courage. Snape just smiled and laughed lightly. Ginny's blush reddened and she took a deep breath, leaning in close. His eyes seemed to glaze over.
"Well then if your not going to tell me…"
Ginny felt the air from her lungs escape in a stage of surprise. Snape's thin lips had covered her own and starting smothering the life out of her. Ginny cried out inside his mouth, and she felt him suppress a fit of laughter, his tongue accidentally brushing against her lip. Ginny's terror subsided as she watched Snape catch her tongue within his smile and suckle it gently. She fought the urge to kiss him back, she didn't feel he deserved it, but as Snape's tongue made its way south, circling her navel she pulled his face up to her own and pressed her lips to his.
Snape let out a whimper and pushed eagerly into Ginny's mouth once more, his hands seemed to have slipped from behind her head and now found their way up her skirt. Ginny grunted her approval and shifted hastily to allow him the room to grasp the edge of her panties and pull them down her legs. Snape withdrew his tongue and bent his head down to her thighs.
Ginny didn't know what she had gotten herself into.