Chapter 2
It was Tuesday and her first lesson was Potions. Ginny still hadn't handed in her essay about Patronus' to Remus Lupin, and she wasn't planning to either!
She casually strolled down the West corridor to Potions. She was surrounded by girls and had a small drove of 5th year boys trailing behind her, unaware of where she was leading them. She finally managed to say goodbye to all of her friends from other houses and make it down to the dank and gloomy dungeon door.
They were late.
Slowly Ginny teased open the door latch, careful not to chip her perfect nails.
Ginny and co tiptoed into Snape's classroom, hoping with all her heart that he had his back turned and would not notice.
No such luck.
Snape was sitting at his desk with his hands clasped in front of him on the tottering pile of homework.
'Homework? …… Poo! We had homework?! I knew I shouldn't have spent so much time with Harry, oooh but his bedroom is so…..damn….' thought Ginny as she uttered a silent gasp while she was remembering last night….
"GINNY WEASLEY! Answer me girl!" barked Snape. He had seen her staring into space and he knew darn well that he hadn't muttered a single thing this lesson.
"Oh, sorry, Professor, I was just umm daydreaming" Ginny said, turning on the charm.
Snape turned his face back to the whole class 'Why is she sitting so close to the front all of a sudden?' he asked himself 'o well, maybe she realises she's failing' His lips curled.
"Right class, there will be no practical this lesson due to the lateness of GINNY WEASLEY, will you at least look like you're listening?"
Ginny snapped out of her daydream and turned to face her prey, giving him a shy smile and slowly saying "Sorry Professor, I won't do it again, I promise"
"Anyway class, thanks to Miss Weasley we don't have enough time left and will therefore be copying from page 174, hand in your parchment to me at the end of the lesson and anyone who has not completed at least one roll will be in detention with me tomorrow night"
Ginny sat up in her seat. Detention, perfect! For the rest of the lesson she sat staring at Snape and doodling on her parchment.
'Why won't she take her eyes off me?' Snape asked himself for the umpteenth time 'I wonder what she's doing with her parchment, her text book isn't open..'
Ginny was infact writing her name again and again, covering nearly the whole page, and filling in the gaps with little hearts.
The bell rang. Ginny pretended to be fiddling with her bag so that she could be left alone with him. She slowly glided up to his desk. Making sure he noticed her hand playing with her soft red hair near her breasts. He had noticed. He was struggling to control himself under the desk.
"Here you go Professor" Ginny whispered, handing the parchment over to Snape. Her hand brushed his.
"T-thank you Ginny, you may leave n-now" stammered Severus. He was loosing his cool.
Ginny smiled and turned away to walk towards the door. She uttered a charm under her breath and her bag strap snapped. "Oh no" she cried as her books came tumbling out, bending down and looking at Snape out of the corner of her eye. He had jumped to his feet and was hurrying over to help her. She made sure he got a view of her arse before he stooped down to help her, bustling the books and papers into his sturdy arms. They were both kneeling down and suddenly caught each other's eye. A pale pink tinge appeared on Snape's cheeks as he leaned in slowly, gazing at her mouth. The papers in his arms rose suddenly as his robes gave into his feelings.
"Thanks Professor " Ginny said, sexily smiling.
" I uh, eh, I …. You …. Umm" Stammered Snape. Ginny stood up and took her books from her prey. She held them longer than necessary, making sure he got the message.
She turned and walked up the stairs into the bright daylight. Snape stood still for a moment, recovering, then walked back to his desk to check the parchment. He stopped when he reached Ginny's, staring at her beautifully written name surrounded by all those hearts. He slipped the parchment into his desk draw and cast the rest into the green and silver flames of his loyal, Slytherin fireplace. 'It's detention for Ginny Weasley' he thought, with his lips turning what would have been a smile, into a cruel grimace.