All that you see couldn't be here if it weren't for the brilliant mind of JKR. Don't think im brilliant enoughto come up with this stuff.
Chapter Two: Sprouted Ideas
Ginny stared at Snape. "Now," he said, barely speaking over a whisper.
Ginny was about to argue, but she remembered something that Ron had once said: Don't mess with Snape; they say he can get very nasty. She took a deep breath and sat on the floor. Snape's eyes glanced up at her, quickly looking back down and smirking at his papers.
She sighed and lay back, crossing her legs on the ground. She was now furious with herself for not changing out of her school uniform. She had ordered her skirts in a shorter length than was suggested to attract the boys' attention, but now she wasn't so sure this had been a good idea now that her skirt was riding so high up her thighs for her Potions Master to see.
Ginny began to scrape the dried gray masses from the underside of the black cauldrons, getting small bits on her face and in her eyes. It seemed like hours as she tried to chip off the lumps and keep her skirt down. It might be better if he jinxed me. Ginny thought to herself.
When the tapers had burnt halfway down, Snape cleared his throat. Ginny looked up from under her fifth cauldron, her face glistening with sweat and frog brains. He nodded towards her legs and Ginny looked, horrified to see her black knickers showing under her bunched-up skirt. She pushed her skirt down hastily, standing up, blushing as red as her hair.
"I-I. . ." Ginny broke off, blushing.
Snape stood, walked around his desk, and stood within six inches of Ginny. He took her chin in his hand, lifting it up so he could look into her eyes. Ginny's breath quickened as his other hand rose and stroked her cheek. Her eyes fluttered as his hand moved in front of her, exposing a particularly large chunk of frog brain that had been stuck on her cheek.
"Perhaps it would be best if you finished the detention tomorrow," Snape said coldly, "when you have changed into something more appropriate," Ginny looked at her skirt embarrassedly, "and when you have, ah, calmed down." He smirked, and Ginny gasped, shocked. He has no right to tell me that! She thought angrily, but then, she wondered, had he noticed her breathing?
"Leave." Snape said harshly, "Tomorrow night at nine, you will be in my office." The command was in his usual soft voice, but it contained a harshness that caused her to simply nod and turn, walking as fast as she could from the room.
When she stepped onto the wooden landing of the Great Hall, she broke into a run. How could he do that? She thought to herself, feeling a tear prick in her eye. How dare he grab my face like that? How . . . I should report him! But then she thought, Why did Snape's caressing my face feel so . . . good? She felt so confused as she muttered "Waterwhisp" at the Fat Lady, who was still angry with her for earlier in the day.
Ginny stormed up the stairs, ignoring Colin's attempt to walk run over to comfort her. She rushed to Hermione's dorm, pounding on the door. Lavender Brown opened the door, looking surprised to see her at such a late hour, but called over to Hermione, who had been writing in a small book. Lavender muttered something about going to find Pavarti and left the room.
"Ginny, it's eleven, what--" she stopped, noticing Ginny's shaking, "Ginny?"
Ginny collapsed onto Hermione's bed, still shaking. "It was detention," she said simply.
Hermione sat down next to her, saying, "Oh, Ginny, it couldn't have been so terrible. What did he make you do?"
"I-- He just made me scrape frog brains from under the cauldrons," she said as Hermione sniffed disgustedly, "But I had to lay on my back, and, well," she blushed as she remembered, "I think I flashed him."
Hermione looked shocked, but then she smirked.
"What?" Ginny said, a bit angry that her friend thought it was funny that she had been so exposed in front of such a wretched man.
"Well, it's just," Hermione giggled, "the way you put it. . ." she snorted, and then she straightened up."I'm sure he didn't notice."
Ginny was silent. She decided not to tell Hermione that Snape told her that her underwear was showing, and she definitely wouldn't tell her about the excitement she felt at his touch. She sighed, and bid Hermione goodnight. She left the room and climbed up to her own dorm, feeling more uneasy than when she had left the dungeon.
She pulled off her robes and pulled on a large tee-shirt, falling onto her bed and fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with dark dungeons and uncontrollable desire.