To Be Cursed By Blood
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Warnings: Snape/Ginny.
Thanks to:
hpfanficchallenger - Thanks. A genius? I wouldn't go that far. Coffee gives one life.
spreet - Naughty? Hmmm. Here ya go, the next chapter.
spirits of the darkness - Thanks. Well, we all have our own squicks. I can't stand the idea of Hermione and Sev liking each other (hurling comes close, but I've got a relatively strong stomach), god knows why since I certainly don't mind Ginny and Sev. I'm just strange.
Serendipity - It turns out a lot of people have. I usually like the slash ones but like you, certainly wouldn't mind a non slash one (suppose that's why I took up the challenge). Just not HG/SS, never HG/SS (see above), still don't know why I hate that, especially if I like GW/SS. Anyway, yeah, I've never actually read the ship widely, although they were a minor couple in 'Heir of Voldemort' by Fyrie, which was a BtVS/HP crossover, and I loved it dearly. Well, I did 'write, write, write'. Until I went on holiday. So here's the next chapter for you. Hope you enjoy it.
Doneril - Oh dear. Oh bloody dear. Are my summaries really that bad? Well, I suppose it's good luck I never claimed excellence. I proved someone wrong! *jumps up and down* (I've actually never done that before -almost never- usually I'm the one who's wrong). I'm not a first timer, never worry (always wanted to say that, don't know why). Ginny wouldn't be a veela name, would it? Especially if her parents were severely hoping she wouldn't be one. I bet they'd name her 'Pansy' if they had to :). Thanks.
SilverDreams04 - Thanks. Sorry it's so late. As I've said, I've been on holiday.
Slim Shady - Cute idea :) ! Well, I can't boast about the original idea of the fic, as it was a challenge, but as I've had plenty of leeway: Thanks heaps. Unique! Snape's one of my favorites. Ginny is so overlooked it makes her the perfect character to... give life to. I agree with you about the women thing! I wish she'd see my point of view (I hate it when people don't).
Eliza Starr - Concept? The non slash? Damn, I can't take claim to that. It was a challenge. But basically the rest I can... hmm. Uproars amongst closed minded people are always entertaining. You keep reviewing, I'd love to hear from you again. Veela Genes can happen *cuddles gene possessively*. Good, I have an original idea in the Harry Potter fandom! That's hard to come by.
c[R]ud[E]dly - She's so old fashioned! Thank you. I don't know when Ginny's going to find out. That'll come when I write. Converting comes with time... *smirks evilly*. Don't worry, I'm not going to try. No one can convert me to HG/SS! Never! *runs and hides*. SS/HP? As in Severus Snape/Harry Potter? Really? Wow! You are an all-round girl! Yay! I don't have to convert you if you like that! I've written a few, or was it one? Well there's 'Unwanted or Improper'. That's SS/HP. I'm enjoying writing that. Anyway, thanks.
God, that was long! Boy, can I go on.
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To Be Cursed By Blood - Chapter 3
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Ginny was quite unhappy with circumstances due to the way the day had gone. Quite unhappy. In the hallways they stared at her. In class they stared at her. During meals they stared at her. Ron had been glaring and muttering all day. He said he was going to write to Fred and George for some of their products. Some of the girls had been talking about her behind her back, something about her being a whore. That had made Ron even more furious, but he would never hit a girl. Weasley morals. That didn't stop Melissa and Emma from calling them many names and Emma had slapped one of the Slytherin girls. Ginny was proud and embarrassed at the same time.
But by far the most unusual thing was Snape. He looked at her, but not in the way the others did. And every time he looked at her she felt the shiver and the need to just... again, she didn't want to think about it.
She hated being the center of attention and this was killing her. The stares, leers and whispers. The cat calls and the whistles. By this time she could strangle the seventh year, Pansy, curse Draco Malfoy for feeling her up after transfiguration, jinx the arse off Seamus, who kept calling her 'sweetcheeks'. He wasn't actually flirting with her, thank Merlin, but the name was catching on.
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Ginny had finally settled down in the library with a roll. Madame Pince liked her so she'd let her eat, otherwise she'd be doing it in a closet somewhere. The boys liked to watch her eat at meals. Lunch was horrifying. Especially the sausage thing, the comments they'd made... that was traumatizing.
It wasn't until she'd finished and was reading a book called 'Poisons and Their Properties', that she was disturbed.
"Ah, young Miss Weasley, reading about poisons? Very unlike you, unless, of course, you have a particular annoyance at Mr Draco Malfoy today? Expected." He was leaning over the back of her chair. Much closer than he'd been before. His warm breath felt chilling on her neck. Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could smell him. He smelt like cinnamon. Cinnamon and apple. How strange.
"He-Hello Professor Snape." She could hear her voice shaking and she cursed herself. She sounded timid. Why did she care anyway? Ginny had always been afraid of Snape.
"You are aware that dying your hair is against the school rules?" How she loved his voice.
"Yes, Professor Snape. I didn't dye it, I think it was a prank, it won't come out." She was glad she didn't stutter this time. Ginny was being honest about it not coming out. After she'd fled the Great Hall to get away from the whispers she'd had showered non-stop for an hour. No matter how many bottles of shampoo she used, plus hair dye remover, and she'd been through ten, the colour simply wouldn't come out.
"Very well, Miss Weasley, you might want to talk to your brothers."
"I will."
Snape turned and began to walk away. "Oh and Miss Weasley." Ginny spun back around.
"Yes?"
"Enjoy the book, it's very well written." He turned again.
"Thank you, sir!" She called out at the last moment. Her whole body sighed in relief when the door closed after him. That was very... strange. At least he wasn't leering after her as the boys were. Then again, he was the only person she wanted to do that.
Wait!
What was she thinking?
It was Snape!
But he was lovely.
Oh, Merlin, her brothers would kill her!
*
Ginny had it decided. Today was a Hogsmeade weekend and she'd be damned if she was going to waste it. First stop: Weasley Wizard Wheezes {1}.
The door was bright green. There had to be better choices. She took care opening it though. She'd lived with the twins for a long time now. She could safely say, she knew them rather well. All Ginny had to do was open the door, making sure she was as far away from it as possible, then wait for the twins. Any disastrous traps they'd placed around their store, (Merlin knew why, didn't they want customers?) would be disarmed as soon as they saw her. Yes, there were certain... advantages.
"Ginny!" They crowed in unison.
"You dyed your hair!" Fred cried happily.
"Our little girl is growing up to be a rebel!" George continued. She loved it how they did this.
"Mum will throw fits!" Fred mock shook his head.
"And she'll be mad at someone else for once!" George ended on a delighted note.
Ginny groaned when she realized the implications of this mad little speech.
"So you guys didn't do it?" She asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"Nope. Dear sister, wasn't us. I take it you didn't do it yourself?"
"No shit, Sherlock." She quoted her favorite muggle saying.
"Ohhh, our baby sister has developed quite a filthy mouth."
"I'm so proud!" Fred wrapped his arm around her shoulder, ignoring her glare.
"Take this seriously! I want to know who did it!"
Fred cast a foreign spell on her. He frowned. "Well... actually, it looks to be natural. That's funny."
A sound of strangled frustration escaped Ginny. "So you don't know who did it?"
"Nope. And what did happen to you?"
"You mean how I look and all that?"
"Yep."
"I have no idea." She sighed. It seemed that was what everyone wanted to know.
"Be expecting an owl from Ron." She warned them.
"Why is that?" They both asked.
"He'll be asking for prank material."
"What?" The two looked at each other. "Ron? No way."
"Yes way. He's looking to curse all the people who look at me."
"That'd be rather difficult, wouldn't it George."
"Yes, it would. How much do we charge?"
"He is relation."
"10 percent off?"
"5 should do it."
"5 is good."
"5 it is."
Ginny gave them a disapproving glance.
"6?" Fred suggested questioningly.
The glance grew to a glare.
"8 it is."
Ginny smiled. "Okay, thanks you two, if you hear anything, tell me?"
"Sure will."
"Bye, Gin."
"Good luck.
"Bye Fred, bye George." Yes, she loved them both dearly.
But she still wasn't any closer to answers. Just more questions. Natural? What was that about? They were both right about one thing though. Mum would most definitely have fits. When she'd seen Bill, with his ear pierced, well that was never to be forgotten.
And then there was Severus. No! No! Snape. Professor Snape. Merlin, she had a throbbing headache. Maybe she could get a headache potion. From the Potions Master. In his personal stores. Merlin! Merlin! Word association.
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End Chapter 3
Sorry if it's a little short. Next chapter will be longer. It came to me to write, so I did, now I'm exhausted and must sleep. Please Review. I desperately need it.
{1} God knows if I spelt it right and I'm too lazy to check. It was started the year the twins left school.
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Warnings: Snape/Ginny.
Thanks to:
hpfanficchallenger - Thanks. A genius? I wouldn't go that far. Coffee gives one life.
spreet - Naughty? Hmmm. Here ya go, the next chapter.
spirits of the darkness - Thanks. Well, we all have our own squicks. I can't stand the idea of Hermione and Sev liking each other (hurling comes close, but I've got a relatively strong stomach), god knows why since I certainly don't mind Ginny and Sev. I'm just strange.
Serendipity - It turns out a lot of people have. I usually like the slash ones but like you, certainly wouldn't mind a non slash one (suppose that's why I took up the challenge). Just not HG/SS, never HG/SS (see above), still don't know why I hate that, especially if I like GW/SS. Anyway, yeah, I've never actually read the ship widely, although they were a minor couple in 'Heir of Voldemort' by Fyrie, which was a BtVS/HP crossover, and I loved it dearly. Well, I did 'write, write, write'. Until I went on holiday. So here's the next chapter for you. Hope you enjoy it.
Doneril - Oh dear. Oh bloody dear. Are my summaries really that bad? Well, I suppose it's good luck I never claimed excellence. I proved someone wrong! *jumps up and down* (I've actually never done that before -almost never- usually I'm the one who's wrong). I'm not a first timer, never worry (always wanted to say that, don't know why). Ginny wouldn't be a veela name, would it? Especially if her parents were severely hoping she wouldn't be one. I bet they'd name her 'Pansy' if they had to :). Thanks.
SilverDreams04 - Thanks. Sorry it's so late. As I've said, I've been on holiday.
Slim Shady - Cute idea :) ! Well, I can't boast about the original idea of the fic, as it was a challenge, but as I've had plenty of leeway: Thanks heaps. Unique! Snape's one of my favorites. Ginny is so overlooked it makes her the perfect character to... give life to. I agree with you about the women thing! I wish she'd see my point of view (I hate it when people don't).
Eliza Starr - Concept? The non slash? Damn, I can't take claim to that. It was a challenge. But basically the rest I can... hmm. Uproars amongst closed minded people are always entertaining. You keep reviewing, I'd love to hear from you again. Veela Genes can happen *cuddles gene possessively*. Good, I have an original idea in the Harry Potter fandom! That's hard to come by.
c[R]ud[E]dly - She's so old fashioned! Thank you. I don't know when Ginny's going to find out. That'll come when I write. Converting comes with time... *smirks evilly*. Don't worry, I'm not going to try. No one can convert me to HG/SS! Never! *runs and hides*. SS/HP? As in Severus Snape/Harry Potter? Really? Wow! You are an all-round girl! Yay! I don't have to convert you if you like that! I've written a few, or was it one? Well there's 'Unwanted or Improper'. That's SS/HP. I'm enjoying writing that. Anyway, thanks.
God, that was long! Boy, can I go on.
*
To Be Cursed By Blood - Chapter 3
*
Ginny was quite unhappy with circumstances due to the way the day had gone. Quite unhappy. In the hallways they stared at her. In class they stared at her. During meals they stared at her. Ron had been glaring and muttering all day. He said he was going to write to Fred and George for some of their products. Some of the girls had been talking about her behind her back, something about her being a whore. That had made Ron even more furious, but he would never hit a girl. Weasley morals. That didn't stop Melissa and Emma from calling them many names and Emma had slapped one of the Slytherin girls. Ginny was proud and embarrassed at the same time.
But by far the most unusual thing was Snape. He looked at her, but not in the way the others did. And every time he looked at her she felt the shiver and the need to just... again, she didn't want to think about it.
She hated being the center of attention and this was killing her. The stares, leers and whispers. The cat calls and the whistles. By this time she could strangle the seventh year, Pansy, curse Draco Malfoy for feeling her up after transfiguration, jinx the arse off Seamus, who kept calling her 'sweetcheeks'. He wasn't actually flirting with her, thank Merlin, but the name was catching on.
*
Ginny had finally settled down in the library with a roll. Madame Pince liked her so she'd let her eat, otherwise she'd be doing it in a closet somewhere. The boys liked to watch her eat at meals. Lunch was horrifying. Especially the sausage thing, the comments they'd made... that was traumatizing.
It wasn't until she'd finished and was reading a book called 'Poisons and Their Properties', that she was disturbed.
"Ah, young Miss Weasley, reading about poisons? Very unlike you, unless, of course, you have a particular annoyance at Mr Draco Malfoy today? Expected." He was leaning over the back of her chair. Much closer than he'd been before. His warm breath felt chilling on her neck. Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could smell him. He smelt like cinnamon. Cinnamon and apple. How strange.
"He-Hello Professor Snape." She could hear her voice shaking and she cursed herself. She sounded timid. Why did she care anyway? Ginny had always been afraid of Snape.
"You are aware that dying your hair is against the school rules?" How she loved his voice.
"Yes, Professor Snape. I didn't dye it, I think it was a prank, it won't come out." She was glad she didn't stutter this time. Ginny was being honest about it not coming out. After she'd fled the Great Hall to get away from the whispers she'd had showered non-stop for an hour. No matter how many bottles of shampoo she used, plus hair dye remover, and she'd been through ten, the colour simply wouldn't come out.
"Very well, Miss Weasley, you might want to talk to your brothers."
"I will."
Snape turned and began to walk away. "Oh and Miss Weasley." Ginny spun back around.
"Yes?"
"Enjoy the book, it's very well written." He turned again.
"Thank you, sir!" She called out at the last moment. Her whole body sighed in relief when the door closed after him. That was very... strange. At least he wasn't leering after her as the boys were. Then again, he was the only person she wanted to do that.
Wait!
What was she thinking?
It was Snape!
But he was lovely.
Oh, Merlin, her brothers would kill her!
*
Ginny had it decided. Today was a Hogsmeade weekend and she'd be damned if she was going to waste it. First stop: Weasley Wizard Wheezes {1}.
The door was bright green. There had to be better choices. She took care opening it though. She'd lived with the twins for a long time now. She could safely say, she knew them rather well. All Ginny had to do was open the door, making sure she was as far away from it as possible, then wait for the twins. Any disastrous traps they'd placed around their store, (Merlin knew why, didn't they want customers?) would be disarmed as soon as they saw her. Yes, there were certain... advantages.
"Ginny!" They crowed in unison.
"You dyed your hair!" Fred cried happily.
"Our little girl is growing up to be a rebel!" George continued. She loved it how they did this.
"Mum will throw fits!" Fred mock shook his head.
"And she'll be mad at someone else for once!" George ended on a delighted note.
Ginny groaned when she realized the implications of this mad little speech.
"So you guys didn't do it?" She asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"Nope. Dear sister, wasn't us. I take it you didn't do it yourself?"
"No shit, Sherlock." She quoted her favorite muggle saying.
"Ohhh, our baby sister has developed quite a filthy mouth."
"I'm so proud!" Fred wrapped his arm around her shoulder, ignoring her glare.
"Take this seriously! I want to know who did it!"
Fred cast a foreign spell on her. He frowned. "Well... actually, it looks to be natural. That's funny."
A sound of strangled frustration escaped Ginny. "So you don't know who did it?"
"Nope. And what did happen to you?"
"You mean how I look and all that?"
"Yep."
"I have no idea." She sighed. It seemed that was what everyone wanted to know.
"Be expecting an owl from Ron." She warned them.
"Why is that?" They both asked.
"He'll be asking for prank material."
"What?" The two looked at each other. "Ron? No way."
"Yes way. He's looking to curse all the people who look at me."
"That'd be rather difficult, wouldn't it George."
"Yes, it would. How much do we charge?"
"He is relation."
"10 percent off?"
"5 should do it."
"5 is good."
"5 it is."
Ginny gave them a disapproving glance.
"6?" Fred suggested questioningly.
The glance grew to a glare.
"8 it is."
Ginny smiled. "Okay, thanks you two, if you hear anything, tell me?"
"Sure will."
"Bye, Gin."
"Good luck.
"Bye Fred, bye George." Yes, she loved them both dearly.
But she still wasn't any closer to answers. Just more questions. Natural? What was that about? They were both right about one thing though. Mum would most definitely have fits. When she'd seen Bill, with his ear pierced, well that was never to be forgotten.
And then there was Severus. No! No! Snape. Professor Snape. Merlin, she had a throbbing headache. Maybe she could get a headache potion. From the Potions Master. In his personal stores. Merlin! Merlin! Word association.
*
End Chapter 3
Sorry if it's a little short. Next chapter will be longer. It came to me to write, so I did, now I'm exhausted and must sleep. Please Review. I desperately need it.
{1} God knows if I spelt it right and I'm too lazy to check. It was started the year the twins left school.
