I had the strongest urge to write a snogging scene between Snape and Ginny
Weasley...Olympian gods this is going to be funny...but only a ficlet, k my
fans? Cuz erm...saga 2 beckons
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She would just have to do it. She never had much action cells in her brain...but if she didn't do it, she would collapse into a very red-haired pile of lustful Ginny.
Because dammit, Snape was far too sexy for his own good.
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He was droning on and on and on about unicorn horns and their powers, ground or dissolved in honey.
For such a sexy man, he sure was boring. Except for those lips.
Those lips drove her to distraction.
And then, the class was over. She decided to do it. This would be her chance. Never mind that she would have to deal with Snape for the next six months, knowing that she had done it, but it was the only way she could stop herself from becoming the Snape-crazy idiot. Not that she wasn't already.
"P-professor? M-might I have a w-word?"
He looked up, sarcastically curious and drastically bored. The Weasley girl. Whatever was her problem? She was turning out to be the brightest of the lot, and absolutely adept in potions. So what could she want?
"Yes, Weasley?"
OOOh that voice. That voice sent shivers down her spine and nasty thoughts 'round her brain. That voice, which could never truly bore her for its suppressed sexuality. That voice, as deep and dark as night and as alluring as bedcovers...Gods help her, she was turning red. And squeaking.
"I-er-that is to say-Professor-I-er-urhm-I-"
Snape raised an eyebrow. Was Ginny Weasley turning red? What was the cause for her blushing? "Yes, Weasley?"
"I-OH TO HELL WITH IT!!" she screamed, right before she launched herself at his lips and started attacking them in savage desire that left her yearning even more than before.
He tasted like chocolate.
She tasted like vanilla.
Evenly matched in texture and want.
She pressed herself against his chest, flicking open his robes, sucking his pulse point.
He was ravaging her virgin lips, a tiger of snogging prowness.
And she wanted to be eaten alive.
But he would not allow himself to do it. This was a student. A wonderful, beautiful, YOUNG student. He would not do this to a girl he taught. He would not allow himself to live with that.
And yet, how could he live without it?
"Weasley," he whispered huskily, "I'm sorry."
His black, soulful eyes were enough. She knew they would never be. She knew that her hopes would never become reality. Not with his damn honor.
So she smacked his fucking chivalrous face, buttoned up her blouse, and left.
"I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAYS. I ONLY LOVED YOU VOICE!"
"But I did." He whispered. "I loved every bit of you. Every vanilla tasting, red haired, freckled part of you, Virginia Weasley. You were just two decades too young and a family too Weasley."
Chocolate and Vanilla always overrode each other anyways.
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She would just have to do it. She never had much action cells in her brain...but if she didn't do it, she would collapse into a very red-haired pile of lustful Ginny.
Because dammit, Snape was far too sexy for his own good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was droning on and on and on about unicorn horns and their powers, ground or dissolved in honey.
For such a sexy man, he sure was boring. Except for those lips.
Those lips drove her to distraction.
And then, the class was over. She decided to do it. This would be her chance. Never mind that she would have to deal with Snape for the next six months, knowing that she had done it, but it was the only way she could stop herself from becoming the Snape-crazy idiot. Not that she wasn't already.
"P-professor? M-might I have a w-word?"
He looked up, sarcastically curious and drastically bored. The Weasley girl. Whatever was her problem? She was turning out to be the brightest of the lot, and absolutely adept in potions. So what could she want?
"Yes, Weasley?"
OOOh that voice. That voice sent shivers down her spine and nasty thoughts 'round her brain. That voice, which could never truly bore her for its suppressed sexuality. That voice, as deep and dark as night and as alluring as bedcovers...Gods help her, she was turning red. And squeaking.
"I-er-that is to say-Professor-I-er-urhm-I-"
Snape raised an eyebrow. Was Ginny Weasley turning red? What was the cause for her blushing? "Yes, Weasley?"
"I-OH TO HELL WITH IT!!" she screamed, right before she launched herself at his lips and started attacking them in savage desire that left her yearning even more than before.
He tasted like chocolate.
She tasted like vanilla.
Evenly matched in texture and want.
She pressed herself against his chest, flicking open his robes, sucking his pulse point.
He was ravaging her virgin lips, a tiger of snogging prowness.
And she wanted to be eaten alive.
But he would not allow himself to do it. This was a student. A wonderful, beautiful, YOUNG student. He would not do this to a girl he taught. He would not allow himself to live with that.
And yet, how could he live without it?
"Weasley," he whispered huskily, "I'm sorry."
His black, soulful eyes were enough. She knew they would never be. She knew that her hopes would never become reality. Not with his damn honor.
So she smacked his fucking chivalrous face, buttoned up her blouse, and left.
"I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAYS. I ONLY LOVED YOU VOICE!"
"But I did." He whispered. "I loved every bit of you. Every vanilla tasting, red haired, freckled part of you, Virginia Weasley. You were just two decades too young and a family too Weasley."
Chocolate and Vanilla always overrode each other anyways.
