The Fury of a Redhead-Chapter One:
Ginny Weasley pushed through the pulsing crowds of students in the Entrance Hall. She forced herself through the winding always as the numbers of students slowly dwindled around her until there were none. She had reached the dungeons. She had reached them ten minutes to late.
Ginny steadied herself, drawing in deep calming breaths. She pushed open the large wooden door to the Potions classroom, preparing herself for the worst.
"Miss Weasley." A cold voice called from the desk, "thank you for doing us the honor of gracing us with your presence…even if it is ten minutes late."
"I'm sorry sir, I was--"
"I don't want to hear excuses, I want you to take your seat and get to work. Whilst taking fifty points from Gryffindor and receiving a detention tonight."
"Yes, sir." Ginny mumbled, taking her seat.
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Ginny made her way to the dungeons later that night. She stopped and did the usual deep breath calming ritual, and pushed open the door.
"Miss Weasley, you will write an essay on the use of Banter Oil in… potions." Severus said.
"Professor?" Ginny almost whispered.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?"
"Aren't Banter Oils used most commonly in…er…Seduction Potions?"
"You point being?" Severus hissed.
"Nothing, sir." Ginny muttered, starting on the potion.
Half an hour later, Ginny tiptoed up to the desk and cautiously cleared her throat. Severus looked up at her, an expectant look on his face.
"I'm finished, sir."
"Good." he said, taking it from her, "that will be all, I am tired of your blinding hair obscuring my vision."
Ginny froze mid-step. She crossly whipped back around, fury in her bright blue eyes, and returned to her post in front of the desk.
"Excuse me?" she hissed.
"Your… hair…is…blinding." Severus stated clearly, as if he were speaking to a three year old.
"Professor Snape, it is bad enough that you made me write an essay on Seduction Potions, of all things, but then you insult my appearance? That was completely out of order!" Ginny all but yelled.
"Miss Weasley, you will keep your temper, and think of my motives for assigning that particular essay tomorrow in another detention. Report here, same time." Severus said, before slamming shut the door to his office.
Ginny stomped furiously out of the dungeons and all the way to the dormitories in Gryffindor Tower. She changed into her nightclothes and threw herself onto her four-poster bed. She thought of her evil Potions Master. She thought of how much she hated him, how much she would like to tear his innards fro his body and feed them to the Giant Squid. Then she thought of him assigning her detention. "…And think of my motives for assigning that particular essay…" What had that meant? His motives for assigning an essay on Seducti---Oh, Gods! Her Potions Master was….SEDUCING HER?