To Be Cursed By Blood
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: Ginny Weasley/Severus Snape. Minor slash - Harry/Ron.
Thanks to reviewers:
samson: good, I wanted it to be believable, I hope it continues this way. Here's more.
xcyanide: Thank you. Also, thanks for reminding me of that. Here's the next chapter.
Lila Bloom-Felton:yay! Seamus seems like it. I couldn't help but take the challenge. Then I had this idea and it hit me like a brick wall. Only it didn't hurt as much. A great story? Thanks. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
c[R]ud[E]dly: fresh meat? never? the only ss/gw story I've ever read it was a sub-relationship (it wasn't the big main character one) and it was in 'Heir of Voldemort' or something. BtVS/HP crossover. It was good. You don't mind them? I have to convert you (I don't know if I can). A little bit of slash does the heart good. That pairing's okay, not too fond of it. I've read a few of them, they do get a little boring after a while. Hope I didn't let you down, enjoy the chapter (I did update soon).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
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To Be Cursed By Blood - Chapter 2
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Ginny woke feeling different. How, she couldn't name. Just... different. More real and awake than ever before. She looked around, still lying in bed, seeing that her dorm mates were still sleeping. What time was it?
She groaned as she stood. Her body even felt different. What was with her this morning? Wait, it was her birthday today! No doubt there'd be presents at breakfast. But turning sixteen didn't do this to you, did it? Maybe it was just something she didn't know about.
Ginny pulled on her school clothes and robes. She quickly brushed her hair into a ponytail before running out the door. She was starving, absolutely famished, which was rather strange as she'd had a large dinner. It was a shame she didn't look in the mirror before rushing out, because she may've forewarned of the days commotion.
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She was the first one in the hall. Which wasn't such a surprise when she saw the time was seven. Not many people were up at seven. There was, however, one teacher at the table. The Potions Master sat eating breakfast at the front table, he was looking at her curiously, all the while pretending not to. He was quite good at it, Ginny wouldn't have noticed had she not felt the stare burning into her back. For some unknown reason, Ginny didn't mind that the most feared professor in school was staring at her, in fact, she rather liked it. Ginny shivered.
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Snape's View
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The youngest of the Weasley brats looked different. What was her name? Victoria? Veronica? No, something slightly more torturous. Virginia. That was it. A rather ridiculous name for a young lady, Snape thought. Rather ridiculous. Her hair was no longer the Weasley red, but a strange shade of light golden that was familiar, did she dye it? He'd never seen a Weasley without red hair. She no longer looked quite as childish as he observed her. She was, there was only one word for it, beautiful.
She was the most timid thing, usually that is, now she was less than timid when she shot a look at him. He couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't fear, what he was used to. It wasn't hate, he knew that. It was almost... alluring. From a child! The girl couldn't have a crush on the greasy Potions Master? Snape sighed, this could not be happening. He was imagining it. He took another sip of pumpkin juice, he hated the drink, but dehydration could cause hallucinations and other hallucinogenic symptoms. Yes, he thought, dehydration wasn't good for the mind. He took another sip.
As other students appeared, there were many a glance over to the girl on Gryffindor table. Snape noticed the lust in the eyes of some. What was this? The young Weasley had never had this effect on the other students before. And why was he noticing all this? He shouldn't even be bothered with Gryffindors. But Snape did know everything that went on at this school. It was in his nature to observe candidly, although he didn't always achieve such a goal. It was also his duty as a professor at Hogwarts to prevent any danger coming to his students. That was his excuse. Not that he, Severus Snape, needed one.
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Back to Ginny (A/N. sort of, I'm not good with views - cause it's not first person - so bear with me)
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Ginny felt slightly uncomfortable. More than slightly. People were staring at her. Not only Snape this time, but all the people that came in, they all looked at her. Some of the boys had a vulgar leer on their face. She was confused and a tad intimidated. She'd been overlooked her whole life. She wasn't a beauty, extremely popular or even very talented. She was invisible and she liked it that way. Now she seemed to be the center of attention and Ginny was sympathetic to Harry, she understood that people staring at you made you very uncomfortable. Like there was something in her hair or something. And to have people stare at you like this... it was more than just girls throwing themselves at Harry, it was scary.
Then, a moment she was actually wishing to happen, Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in. Thank Merlin. Ron would put a stop to this in a second. She watched and waited while they walked up, then Ron looked at her. His eyes widened. Ginny felt self-conscious. If even Ron was going to look at her strangely there must be something wrong.
"Ginny, what happened?" He asked, shocked. Harry and Hermione were frozen, mute beside him.
"What?" Her heart beat speed up. What was wrong? He didn't even say happy birthday.
"You look... different. And what happened to your hair?"
"My hair?" Ginny knew her voice was frantic. She couldn't help but panic.
She pulled her hair around so she could see it and she almost fainted. It wasn't red! It couldn't be her hair. She tugged at it gently and felt the usual pull. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. This couldn't be good.
"Did you dye it?" Hermione asked, curious.
"No, I didn't change it at all." Ginny was confused. So confused.
"You must've done something! Mum's going to have a fit!" Ron was worried now. He always worried, just like he always lost his temper.
It was at that point Neville walked towards the table. She couldn't handle it if he had a panic. He mumbled a sleepy hello to Ron and Harry, blushing nervously at Hermione and smiling.
"Hi, Ginny." He said to her, glancing at her and sitting down heavily on the bench beside her. He picked up a pastry and took a bite before spitting it out.
"Ginny?" Neville's head spun to stare at her.
She sighed. "I don't know what happened." She breathed out loudly.
"You're very pretty and your hair?"
"I know." She half whined.
Harry, Hermione and Ron all agreed with Neville. Suddenly Neville broke the silence. "Happy Birthday." He said and hugged her.
"Oh yeah!" Ron exclaimed. "Happy Birthday, Ginny." It was chorused by Harry and Hermione.
But her birthday was dimmed by the fact that all five of them agreed that this was quite unusual and maybe it was a prank, by the twins or someone for her birthday.
"Have you eaten anything that was from Fred and George, or touched anything they gave to you?" Ron questioned her. He'd been the victim of their pranks for a few years before they'd suddenly stopped. He'd been very relieved.
Ginny knew why they stopped. In fifth year Harry had threatened the twins quite thoroughly about their making Ron feel unhappy. Ginny had found this sweet and funny at the same time. It wouldn't be the twins though, both she and Ron knew that they wouldn't even consider ever playing a prank on her.
One of the advantages of being the baby in the family. The only girl. The youngest. Her brothers found it their duty to look after her. As if right on time, Ron noticed the looks people were giving her. He glared at the nearest offender, who happened to be Draco Malfoy.
"What's wrong, Weasel? Your baby sister been sleeping around?"
Ron was outraged at the blow to her honor. Ginny saw the tell tale redness of his ears and decided to speak up.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? You can't get any?" She knew it was nasty, but he was leering at her a second before and calling her a whore the next.
Malfoy sneered at her, no response at the ready. He strode away to his table. He really was pathetic. Though at times she did feel sorry for him. With a father like his, Malfoy's future was set in iron. No doubt he'd follow in the family trade.
She turned back to her brother, who was looking at her proudly. "Whatever happened to you was definitely good!"
Ginny blushed. "He was being a prick."
"Damn straight." Melissa's voice broke into their group, who were all now sitting.
Ginny turned slowly to face her friend. "Ginny, honey, you look different, and you dyed your hair! Why didn't you tell me, I could've gone with you!"
Emma was nodding in agreement, her hair was always a different colour.
"I didn't dye it, I woke up and it was like this."
"Gin, it's great!"
"Yeah, and you're really pretty! Are you sure you don't know what happened?" Melissa asked, teasingly.
"I'm sure." Her day seemed brighter.
"Oh and happy birthday!" The two girls squealed and hugged Ginny fiercely. They always were full of energy. Sometimes they reminded her of Seamus.
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As the owl post came in there were many packages for Ginny. Presents and letters. There were an awful lot, a big family and all. Her mother and father's letter had bothered her slightly.
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Dear Virginia
Happy birthday! Our little girl is sixteen! Are you feeling okay? Anything strange happened? Make sure you keep yourself safe and owl us should anything happen.
Love, your mother and father.
~
'Owl us should anything happen'? What were they expecting to happen? Well, besides her hair and what her friends had said about her looks, she was fine. No need for them to worry. Ginny decided not to owl them and cause unneeded fuss, mum always worried, much like Ron.
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Ginny had never really liked that her birthday was on the first day of classes. It ruined the fun. She stared at her schedule. Potions first. She was doing Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination (which she was rather good at), and Advanced Potions. And as much as she was ashamed to admit it, Potions was her best subject. There was Divination, her brothers said she was scarily accurate. That's what Ginny did. Observe. That's how she knew Harry and Ron liked each other, how she knew Seamus didn't actually like everyone he flirted with but was infatuated with Susan Bones, how she knew that Dean drew everyone with passion, especially Colin. How she knew Emma liked Draco Malfoy. She liked him very much. But Emma would never admit it to anyone, least of all herself. How she knew Lavender was secretly going out with Slytherin Gregory Goyle, who wasn't quite as dumb as he appeared. Ginny knew a lot about the people around her. They didn't know half as much about her.
She was still in confusion about her sudden changes in appearance but just called it wizard puberty and left it at that for the day. The hair was a bit of a shock though. For as long as Ginny could remember, Weasleys had always had red hair. Flaming red hair. What had happened to hers? Not that she was particularly fond of it. But sometime soon she had to look in a mirror. A lot of fuss could've been saved if she'd looked in one this morning.
Ron was still busy glaring and muttering profanities every time someone made a vulgar remark or looked at Ginny. She found it sweet but overbearing. Hermione kept telling him off for his language. Ginny found his vocabulary extensive and admirable. Harry seemed to find it amusing as well. Then again, Harry laughed at everything Ron said. He clung to every word. And they called Ron Harry's admirer.
She finished off her breakfast and downed her pumpkin juice before saying goodbye to Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione. She fetched Colin, who was in her first class and set off for the dungeons.
"You know, you have become suddenly beautiful." He said as he snapped a picture. If only she could drag that camera away from his eyes for one second in order for him to see Dean.
"Oh, so I wasn't beautiful before, you mean?" She asked, mock-haughtily.
Colin gave her a glare. "You knew what I meant." He accused.
"I know." A sadness washed over her. "It's just so weird."
"You sure you didn't dye your hair?"
"Yes." She hit him playfully.
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Ginny and Colin entered the potions classroom. They weren't late, they were, in fact, early, but a lot of the students were early. Snape didn't accept tardiness as an excuse. When he left the Great Hall before your class, you left too. Ginny had learnt that the hard way. Through several detentions and thirty points.
Today they were making Veritaserum. That was a hard potion. Ginny could feel Snape's eyes on her once more. The shudders returned. Yes, she did like the feel of his stare. It was quite... exciting. Ginny felt uncomfortable suddenly. This was her greasy professor. She had a crush on her greasy git of a potions master. But this didn't feel like a crush. It felt like she wanted to stride up there, pin him to his desk and... Merlin! What was she thinking? Thank Merlin people couldn't read minds.
Snape was barking out orders. Even his shouting was sexy. His voice radiating confidence and knowledge. Ginny was going to find it hard to concentrate this year if he always spoke like this. She turned just in time to see Colin give her a curious look. She ignored it.
As she chopped up the Verila Root she could feel the breath of the Potions Master down her neck. He had no idea how it made her feel. Thankfully. If he did... who knew what kind of horrible punishments he could think up. Horribly wonderful punishments, her treacherous mind betrayed her sensibilities. Horribly wonderful indeed.
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End Chapter 2. Oh how I'm enjoying writing this. It's so much fun.
You know, I have a friend who believes women should stay home to cook and clean. I hate that idea, it's such a stereotype. Just thought I'd say my piece on that because she's very sensitive and I don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that's a load of rubbish.
Melissa and Emma were made up by me. I couldn't remember the names of any other of her year.
Anyway, make me feel better and review.
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: Ginny Weasley/Severus Snape. Minor slash - Harry/Ron.
Thanks to reviewers:
samson: good, I wanted it to be believable, I hope it continues this way. Here's more.
xcyanide: Thank you. Also, thanks for reminding me of that. Here's the next chapter.
Lila Bloom-Felton:yay! Seamus seems like it. I couldn't help but take the challenge. Then I had this idea and it hit me like a brick wall. Only it didn't hurt as much. A great story? Thanks. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
c[R]ud[E]dly: fresh meat? never? the only ss/gw story I've ever read it was a sub-relationship (it wasn't the big main character one) and it was in 'Heir of Voldemort' or something. BtVS/HP crossover. It was good. You don't mind them? I have to convert you (I don't know if I can). A little bit of slash does the heart good. That pairing's okay, not too fond of it. I've read a few of them, they do get a little boring after a while. Hope I didn't let you down, enjoy the chapter (I did update soon).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
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To Be Cursed By Blood - Chapter 2
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Ginny woke feeling different. How, she couldn't name. Just... different. More real and awake than ever before. She looked around, still lying in bed, seeing that her dorm mates were still sleeping. What time was it?
She groaned as she stood. Her body even felt different. What was with her this morning? Wait, it was her birthday today! No doubt there'd be presents at breakfast. But turning sixteen didn't do this to you, did it? Maybe it was just something she didn't know about.
Ginny pulled on her school clothes and robes. She quickly brushed her hair into a ponytail before running out the door. She was starving, absolutely famished, which was rather strange as she'd had a large dinner. It was a shame she didn't look in the mirror before rushing out, because she may've forewarned of the days commotion.
*
She was the first one in the hall. Which wasn't such a surprise when she saw the time was seven. Not many people were up at seven. There was, however, one teacher at the table. The Potions Master sat eating breakfast at the front table, he was looking at her curiously, all the while pretending not to. He was quite good at it, Ginny wouldn't have noticed had she not felt the stare burning into her back. For some unknown reason, Ginny didn't mind that the most feared professor in school was staring at her, in fact, she rather liked it. Ginny shivered.
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Snape's View
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The youngest of the Weasley brats looked different. What was her name? Victoria? Veronica? No, something slightly more torturous. Virginia. That was it. A rather ridiculous name for a young lady, Snape thought. Rather ridiculous. Her hair was no longer the Weasley red, but a strange shade of light golden that was familiar, did she dye it? He'd never seen a Weasley without red hair. She no longer looked quite as childish as he observed her. She was, there was only one word for it, beautiful.
She was the most timid thing, usually that is, now she was less than timid when she shot a look at him. He couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't fear, what he was used to. It wasn't hate, he knew that. It was almost... alluring. From a child! The girl couldn't have a crush on the greasy Potions Master? Snape sighed, this could not be happening. He was imagining it. He took another sip of pumpkin juice, he hated the drink, but dehydration could cause hallucinations and other hallucinogenic symptoms. Yes, he thought, dehydration wasn't good for the mind. He took another sip.
As other students appeared, there were many a glance over to the girl on Gryffindor table. Snape noticed the lust in the eyes of some. What was this? The young Weasley had never had this effect on the other students before. And why was he noticing all this? He shouldn't even be bothered with Gryffindors. But Snape did know everything that went on at this school. It was in his nature to observe candidly, although he didn't always achieve such a goal. It was also his duty as a professor at Hogwarts to prevent any danger coming to his students. That was his excuse. Not that he, Severus Snape, needed one.
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Back to Ginny (A/N. sort of, I'm not good with views - cause it's not first person - so bear with me)
*
Ginny felt slightly uncomfortable. More than slightly. People were staring at her. Not only Snape this time, but all the people that came in, they all looked at her. Some of the boys had a vulgar leer on their face. She was confused and a tad intimidated. She'd been overlooked her whole life. She wasn't a beauty, extremely popular or even very talented. She was invisible and she liked it that way. Now she seemed to be the center of attention and Ginny was sympathetic to Harry, she understood that people staring at you made you very uncomfortable. Like there was something in her hair or something. And to have people stare at you like this... it was more than just girls throwing themselves at Harry, it was scary.
Then, a moment she was actually wishing to happen, Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in. Thank Merlin. Ron would put a stop to this in a second. She watched and waited while they walked up, then Ron looked at her. His eyes widened. Ginny felt self-conscious. If even Ron was going to look at her strangely there must be something wrong.
"Ginny, what happened?" He asked, shocked. Harry and Hermione were frozen, mute beside him.
"What?" Her heart beat speed up. What was wrong? He didn't even say happy birthday.
"You look... different. And what happened to your hair?"
"My hair?" Ginny knew her voice was frantic. She couldn't help but panic.
She pulled her hair around so she could see it and she almost fainted. It wasn't red! It couldn't be her hair. She tugged at it gently and felt the usual pull. Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. This couldn't be good.
"Did you dye it?" Hermione asked, curious.
"No, I didn't change it at all." Ginny was confused. So confused.
"You must've done something! Mum's going to have a fit!" Ron was worried now. He always worried, just like he always lost his temper.
It was at that point Neville walked towards the table. She couldn't handle it if he had a panic. He mumbled a sleepy hello to Ron and Harry, blushing nervously at Hermione and smiling.
"Hi, Ginny." He said to her, glancing at her and sitting down heavily on the bench beside her. He picked up a pastry and took a bite before spitting it out.
"Ginny?" Neville's head spun to stare at her.
She sighed. "I don't know what happened." She breathed out loudly.
"You're very pretty and your hair?"
"I know." She half whined.
Harry, Hermione and Ron all agreed with Neville. Suddenly Neville broke the silence. "Happy Birthday." He said and hugged her.
"Oh yeah!" Ron exclaimed. "Happy Birthday, Ginny." It was chorused by Harry and Hermione.
But her birthday was dimmed by the fact that all five of them agreed that this was quite unusual and maybe it was a prank, by the twins or someone for her birthday.
"Have you eaten anything that was from Fred and George, or touched anything they gave to you?" Ron questioned her. He'd been the victim of their pranks for a few years before they'd suddenly stopped. He'd been very relieved.
Ginny knew why they stopped. In fifth year Harry had threatened the twins quite thoroughly about their making Ron feel unhappy. Ginny had found this sweet and funny at the same time. It wouldn't be the twins though, both she and Ron knew that they wouldn't even consider ever playing a prank on her.
One of the advantages of being the baby in the family. The only girl. The youngest. Her brothers found it their duty to look after her. As if right on time, Ron noticed the looks people were giving her. He glared at the nearest offender, who happened to be Draco Malfoy.
"What's wrong, Weasel? Your baby sister been sleeping around?"
Ron was outraged at the blow to her honor. Ginny saw the tell tale redness of his ears and decided to speak up.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? You can't get any?" She knew it was nasty, but he was leering at her a second before and calling her a whore the next.
Malfoy sneered at her, no response at the ready. He strode away to his table. He really was pathetic. Though at times she did feel sorry for him. With a father like his, Malfoy's future was set in iron. No doubt he'd follow in the family trade.
She turned back to her brother, who was looking at her proudly. "Whatever happened to you was definitely good!"
Ginny blushed. "He was being a prick."
"Damn straight." Melissa's voice broke into their group, who were all now sitting.
Ginny turned slowly to face her friend. "Ginny, honey, you look different, and you dyed your hair! Why didn't you tell me, I could've gone with you!"
Emma was nodding in agreement, her hair was always a different colour.
"I didn't dye it, I woke up and it was like this."
"Gin, it's great!"
"Yeah, and you're really pretty! Are you sure you don't know what happened?" Melissa asked, teasingly.
"I'm sure." Her day seemed brighter.
"Oh and happy birthday!" The two girls squealed and hugged Ginny fiercely. They always were full of energy. Sometimes they reminded her of Seamus.
*
As the owl post came in there were many packages for Ginny. Presents and letters. There were an awful lot, a big family and all. Her mother and father's letter had bothered her slightly.
~
Dear Virginia
Happy birthday! Our little girl is sixteen! Are you feeling okay? Anything strange happened? Make sure you keep yourself safe and owl us should anything happen.
Love, your mother and father.
~
'Owl us should anything happen'? What were they expecting to happen? Well, besides her hair and what her friends had said about her looks, she was fine. No need for them to worry. Ginny decided not to owl them and cause unneeded fuss, mum always worried, much like Ron.
*
Ginny had never really liked that her birthday was on the first day of classes. It ruined the fun. She stared at her schedule. Potions first. She was doing Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination (which she was rather good at), and Advanced Potions. And as much as she was ashamed to admit it, Potions was her best subject. There was Divination, her brothers said she was scarily accurate. That's what Ginny did. Observe. That's how she knew Harry and Ron liked each other, how she knew Seamus didn't actually like everyone he flirted with but was infatuated with Susan Bones, how she knew that Dean drew everyone with passion, especially Colin. How she knew Emma liked Draco Malfoy. She liked him very much. But Emma would never admit it to anyone, least of all herself. How she knew Lavender was secretly going out with Slytherin Gregory Goyle, who wasn't quite as dumb as he appeared. Ginny knew a lot about the people around her. They didn't know half as much about her.
She was still in confusion about her sudden changes in appearance but just called it wizard puberty and left it at that for the day. The hair was a bit of a shock though. For as long as Ginny could remember, Weasleys had always had red hair. Flaming red hair. What had happened to hers? Not that she was particularly fond of it. But sometime soon she had to look in a mirror. A lot of fuss could've been saved if she'd looked in one this morning.
Ron was still busy glaring and muttering profanities every time someone made a vulgar remark or looked at Ginny. She found it sweet but overbearing. Hermione kept telling him off for his language. Ginny found his vocabulary extensive and admirable. Harry seemed to find it amusing as well. Then again, Harry laughed at everything Ron said. He clung to every word. And they called Ron Harry's admirer.
She finished off her breakfast and downed her pumpkin juice before saying goodbye to Neville, Ron, Harry and Hermione. She fetched Colin, who was in her first class and set off for the dungeons.
"You know, you have become suddenly beautiful." He said as he snapped a picture. If only she could drag that camera away from his eyes for one second in order for him to see Dean.
"Oh, so I wasn't beautiful before, you mean?" She asked, mock-haughtily.
Colin gave her a glare. "You knew what I meant." He accused.
"I know." A sadness washed over her. "It's just so weird."
"You sure you didn't dye your hair?"
"Yes." She hit him playfully.
*
Ginny and Colin entered the potions classroom. They weren't late, they were, in fact, early, but a lot of the students were early. Snape didn't accept tardiness as an excuse. When he left the Great Hall before your class, you left too. Ginny had learnt that the hard way. Through several detentions and thirty points.
Today they were making Veritaserum. That was a hard potion. Ginny could feel Snape's eyes on her once more. The shudders returned. Yes, she did like the feel of his stare. It was quite... exciting. Ginny felt uncomfortable suddenly. This was her greasy professor. She had a crush on her greasy git of a potions master. But this didn't feel like a crush. It felt like she wanted to stride up there, pin him to his desk and... Merlin! What was she thinking? Thank Merlin people couldn't read minds.
Snape was barking out orders. Even his shouting was sexy. His voice radiating confidence and knowledge. Ginny was going to find it hard to concentrate this year if he always spoke like this. She turned just in time to see Colin give her a curious look. She ignored it.
As she chopped up the Verila Root she could feel the breath of the Potions Master down her neck. He had no idea how it made her feel. Thankfully. If he did... who knew what kind of horrible punishments he could think up. Horribly wonderful punishments, her treacherous mind betrayed her sensibilities. Horribly wonderful indeed.
*
End Chapter 2. Oh how I'm enjoying writing this. It's so much fun.
You know, I have a friend who believes women should stay home to cook and clean. I hate that idea, it's such a stereotype. Just thought I'd say my piece on that because she's very sensitive and I don't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that's a load of rubbish.
Melissa and Emma were made up by me. I couldn't remember the names of any other of her year.
Anyway, make me feel better and review.
