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A/N: Flashbacks of Ginny Weasley and Professor Severus Snape should continue for about one or two chapters more before I finally bring this story to an end.
Hope you guys stay with me until then.
'Paris holds the key to my heart.
Yes princess, I've found you at last.
No more pretends or you'll be gone in the end..'
Profesor Snape switched off his radio in irritation. All his surroundings were on strike, it seemed. The words –'Paris',
'Aurors', 'Romance', and most importantly, 'Ginny Weasley' was the only things he could hear or respond to.
It was not long since she left. Twelve months had past, with spring giving way to summer, when the students had jumped into
the lake, shrieking with laughter in order to get rid of the heat, and summer had slowly given way to autumn. Now the falling
snow outside gave the grounds of Hogwarts a mystical aura. The castle grounds were quiet as everyone had left for their
holidays. Professor Snape was one of the few who had stayed back. He seldom ventured outside of Hogwarts nowadays. It
seemed pointless to do so. He felt safe behind the castle walls.
The cold was seeping through his robes and he rose from his seat. He felt unease although he didn't know what it meant. He
couldn't stay still. A knock on his door brought him to his attention. "Enter."
A smiling, benevolent looking Professor Dumbledore entered the dungeons. He was dressed in silky blue robes and wore a
party hat, which sat at a precarious angle on his head. "Why, Professor Snape. It seems that we have missed you at our
Christmas luncheon at Grimmauld Place this afternoon. Are you not feeling well?" He asked in his grandfatherly tone while
settling himself into one of the uncomfortable benches.
"Yes, in fact I was not feeling well." Professor Snape answered back in a cold voice. In truth, he didn't want to attend the
luncheon in fear of meeting Ginny Weasley. It would prove to be very awkward, he thought. Professor Dumbledore gave a
small sigh and stared outside the window. "Our gatherings seem to be growing smaller with each passing year. Our numbers
dwindled since last year, after Voldemort's attack." Professor Snape's mouth gave a slight twitch. "Mrs Weasley was most
distraught at her daughter's absence this holiday as well." His ears perked up. So, Ginny Weasley was unable to attend the
lunch this year. He felt a sense of relief. Both professors sat in silence.
"I'd better get back to work now, professor. Holidays are still never easy for me, for the work on my desk seemed to have
piled at an alarming rate overnight." Professor Dumbledore stood up and made his way to the door. "You might consider
going on a trip somewhere, professor. Some place like Paris can do good things for the soul." Professor Snape bristled, as he
caught the twinkle in Professor Dumbledore's eyes. How did he know? How did he find out?
In the silence of the dungeon, Professor Snape considered Professor Dumbledore's suggestion. Yes, maybe he should leave
school for a while before the students returned from the Christmas break. He did not have to notify her of his arrival. It was
not as if they were in a committed relationship. It was just sex, and that was it! Paris was big, and the chances of meeting her
there was minimal.
Ginny Weasley made her way down the cobbled streets. Little cafes were set up here and there on the sidewalk. The snow
was falling lightly onto her hair and she brushed it off with her hand. She was sorry she was not able to return to England for
her holidays, but there was simply no time! She had many assignments to do and she was only taking a 30 minute break from
work, by stretching her aching muscles from staying cooped up in her apartment all day. She stopped at a small cart, selling
hot chocolate and gave the old woman a Sickle, in turn, gave her a steaming cup of hot chocolate filled with cream and a
sprinkle of caramel syrup on top. She held the cup close to her nose and breathed in deeply. It smelt wonderful!
Ginny had fallen in love with Paris the moment she arrived. She had made the rounds to all the tourist spots in Paris. She had
even taken a backpack trip with a couple of her classmates to the country sides. Lectures were fun. They were learning
practical defensive spells and were taken on missions which were considered least dangerous. She had excelled in all her
lessons and won the praise of her mentor, Andrew Morgan, who was also a fellow Briton who had studied all his life in an
overseas school of wizardry. He was tall, lanky and blond. The dream of all the females at the Auror Academy but she was
immune to all his charms. Yes, they had shagged now and then, and they were living together. But, it still didn't beat Professor
Snape.
Ginny sighed slightly and turned around. Her breath was cut short in her throat. A figure clad in black robes was standing at
the end of the road. His long black hair which was peppered grey on the sides was blown by the winds, as was his robes. He
looked mysterious, yet familiar to her. Passing ladies threw an admiring glance behind their backs at him. The look he had on
his face was similar to hers. A look of sheer surprise.
She had grown more beautiful and womanly since he had last seen her a year ago. Her hair was swept up haphazardly, with
tendrils fanning her face. She was dressed in a robe which hugged her figure and showed off her curves. She approached him
slowly. Her eyes were glowing as she threw her arms around him. It was an involuntary action on her part but he felt his arms
go around her waist as she let out a gurgle of laughter. Her hair swung around him and he breathed in the flowery scent of her
perfume.
Paris suddenly looked more beautiful than any other country in the world, as Professor Severus Snape and Ginny Weasley
shared their bodies amidst the lovers.
A/N: I swear that after one or two more chapters of flashbacks, I'll get back to the original story where I left it off from! And you guys can pelt me to death then!