WARNING: this is a chapter that makes the rating "m". I tried not to make the bedroom scenes too obscene, but then i didn't skip over the details. i hate when people do that ;-)

I have a deep fear of lawyers, so this is J K Rowling's brilliance, not mine.

Chapter Six: Sweetly Succumbing

Quite suddenly, he rolled off of her, sitting up and putting his head in his hands. "What the hell am I doing?" he moaned. Ginny placed a hand on his shoulder, which Snape shook off angrily.

He turned to face Ginny, deadly serious. "Are you sure you want this? If you don't, it could put both of our lives in danger. This is illegal."

"Yes," Ginny said, surprised he would ask this, "I wouldn't have come to your back office if I didn't." With trembling hands, she began to pull the plain white shirt off of his shoulders. He turned and quite unexpectedly began to laugh at her.

"Honestly, Miss Weasely, you know nothing of the art of seduction." He turned back to her, taking her shaking hands in his steady ones, guiding them over his bare chest to his shoulders. He softly put her fingers over the shirt and helped her pull it off, slowly and sensually.

Snape then lifted Ginny's camisole. He pulled it over her stomach, her chest, her shoulders and head, tickling her every time his fingers touched her bare skin. Snape leaned over her and kissed her on the tip of her nose, then leisurely on her lips, then down her neck, finally planting delicate kisses on her breasts. Ginny ran her hands through his luxuriously silky black hair.

Ginny looked deep into Snape's black eyes as he looked up at her. He gave her a questioning look to affirm his intentions. Ginny took a deep breath and nodded. He tugged off the rest of their clothing and climbed on top of her.

"Steel yourself, Miss Weasely," Snape said huskily. "I've heard that this hurts." He then pushed forward, and Ginny felt what was the furthest from a pleasurable sensation.

"Bloody . . . hell," Ginny panted. She felt a tear prick in the corner of her eye, but she blinked it away hurriedly. Snape smirked at her; even when he was completely naked and shagging his student, Snape still managed to make his victim feel weak and stupid. Ginny tried to ignore the pain and smiled shyly. Snape grunted and continued. Ginny soon found a rhythm to the gentle rocking, and her feelings began to shift from painful to pleasurable.

She had read the love stories that Pavarti had delivered by a tiny little owl once a month and was kind enough to share with the other sixth years and Ginny, but the other girls just giggled as if they were being tickled relentlessly at the detailed descriptions of beautiful witches and their strong hunky lovers. Ginny had contemplated them at night, wondering if a man could actually do things like that to a woman. The pink rolls of parchment always described the climaxes as an electric shock that caused the witches to loose control of their voices and cry out many exciting and vulgar phrases and scream very loudly. However, as Ginny felt a long thin finger caress her as she rocked on the bed, she didn't loose control of her voice. She felt the familiar building of an impending orgasm, but when it finally washed over her, it was much stronger and did feel like an electric current. She panted as she felt her newly found lover climax, filling her up, and Snape fell on top of Ginny, panting as well.

"Not too bad," Snape said to Ginny, breathing heavily. Ginny blinked at him, and then began to giggle uncontrollably. Snape smirked as if he was trying not to laugh as he rolled off of her and lay on his side to watch her. She snorted in an attempt to stop, but this just made her burst out laughing. Snape's face was twisted in an attempt to keep a straight face, but he soon buried his face in the green pillow and laughed. It was a good laugh, a kind of hoarse but genuine laugh. Ginny looked over at him as he pulled his face out of the pillow.

"No, not too bad, at all," Ginny giggled. "You're absolutely terrible at post-coitus chat, you know that?" She yawned and placed her head on Snape's bare chest, but he pushed her off and quickly sat up.

"You can't stay here, Ginny," he said as he stood and walked to his wardrobe. Ginny gave a small smile at the sight of his pale, tight bum. Bet not too many people have seen that, she thought wickedly, but he merely pulled a black silken robe over his tall thin frame. "I imagine that Miss Bell is missing you by now."

"Oh, shit!" Ginny cried, sitting up and gathering her clothes and yanking them on hurriedly. She then blinked as she realized what she had said, looking sheepishly at Snape. "Sorry. What time is it?" she asked in a harassed manner.

"Eight fifteen," he said, walking over to her.

"Damn it," Ginny yelled as she tried to button her shirt.

"Calm down, Miss Weasely," Snape said quietly. He took the sweater out of her hands, motioning to the lack of buttons. Ginny looked up apologetically, and Snape smiled slyly at her. He turned her around and brushed her hair back into its ponytail, and Ginny sighed audibly. She loved having him play with her hair. He turned her back around and pushed his still icy lips against Ginny's and caressed her lips with his muscled tongue.

"I will let you know of the next time we can do this," Snape whispered. "That is if you want to continue this affair?" He looked almost worried, as if he was scared that Ginny would be repulsed by his lovemaking.

"Of course," Ginny said. She walked towards the stone archway, followed by Snape. He unlocked his door and opened it for her, being careful to stay out of the view of anyone in the corridor.

"Remember, Miss Weasely," Snape called as she walked out of the room. She turned, smiling at him, "the aconite is to be steamed at one hundred degrees. And wipe that ridiculous smile off of your face. It is not wise to constantly display one's stupidity."

Ginny was confused for a moment only, but she caught on, gave him a disgusted look, and said "Yes, sir." A few Slytherins looked at her suspiciously, but they passed with no incidence. Ginny positively bounced up the stairs, twirling through a tapestry and onto the Gryffindor landing, sighing "Waterwheels," at the Fat Lady, who looked suspicious but shrugged and let her in. Colin woke from a light slumber in the chair by the fire, trying to stop Ginny to talk to her.

"I'm a bit busy, Colin," she said, and she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, which caused him to have a similarly dreamy look on his face as he wandered off. Ginny climbed up to her dorm, jumping on the bed. She wanted to shout about her recent experience, but she couldn't. She contented herself with hugging Hermione very tightly when she came in and asked if Ginny had seen Crookshanks. She bounded out of the room, laughing freely, as Hermione watched her with an eyebrow raised.

"She's gone so odd, lately," Hermione said to Colin from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah," Colin said dreamily, watching the dancing girl leap through the portrait hole.