KitKat07-Wow! Thank you very much for all of the wonderful reviews! I agree that it was a hard one to put Ginny and Severus together, but there were just so many Severus/Hermione stories. . .and I thought Ginny deserved a chance to be in a fun story, instead of so much angst.

And yes. . .I must say that it is a heck of a compliment to have my story clled hypnotizing. I hope you enjoy the rest of it as well!

Marr Yanis-Eep! Snape as a Pansy! Nooo, not even I could be that perverted! Have no fear!

billijoe-Read on, the answer to Dumbledore's beard is within! And yes, I am hoping to arrange a meeting sometime in the future fr Ginny and one of the ministry officials! Although I can't imagine how to describe the mortification!

Excessivelyperky-I almost did not put in the part about his beard. But I am glad I did, because everyone loved it! ou guys are great! I didn't think about doing something to Moody's eye. . .but that would be a hilarious thought!

SeverusSnape'sLove- grin Yeah I just wishe I had thought to zap Harry too, while I had Ginny mad. I think it would do him worlds of good.

Queen of the Faeries 1-Dumbledore is cool, but he's not that cool. Even he had to express a little shock! That is amazing about the Forget-Me-Nots. Someone else said that they were shocked about seeing me use one. You had them planted in the garden, and she had it as a special user name! Amazing coincidences! I didn't think people still liked them. I am glad people liked it in the story. . .to me it seemed like a touching thing, but I know a lot of people would have been upset if someone 'tattooed' someone without their permission. I think having a charmed one is okay though. It is part of him learning how to give common gifts, in an unusual and creative manner.

LuSa-Oh good! I was afraid that the scene might not have been potent! But if you laughed, then it was as good as I could hope to write! Thanks!

" Ouch! That hurts." he growled.

" I know. "

Ginny was lying with her face against his bare chest, and had taken one of his nipples between her teeth, biting it gently. She planted an apologetic kiss over the wound before working her way up his body so that she could look him in the eye.

'' Well? How was it?" she smirked at him.

" Perfect."

" Flatterer."

" Tart."

" Snark"

He put his fingers over her lips.

" Please. It's a wonderful moment, don't spoil it with your voice."

She thought about arguing further. . .it was a great and exciting precursor to what she hoped would soon be another round of fairly hot sex. But, instead, she decided to suck his finger into her mouth, tonguing it warmly.

He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. She had managed to get in the last word, without even speaking.

It had been this way ever since they had stepped over Ron, and departed from headquarters, nearly ten hours earlier. She had firmly insisted that they would have dinner at the Burrow, an idea which he considered to be the absolute worst he had heard from her. But she would not relent, and eventually he had given in; being exhausted and feeling a definite headache growing behind his eyes.

He had been surprised to find him himself completely enjoying himself not an hour later. Well, maybe not actively enjoying himself, but he wasn't miserable and that was just as good. Molly Weasley had actually given him a very effective headache draught, and then fed him so much and so well, that he was certain he would die from gluttony. He rarely ever ate much, and never in all of his grim life had he had such a wonderful home-cooked meal.

He had even swallowed his pride and thanked her, complimenting her in a low mumble that was received in amusement from her, and earned him a glowing look of appreciation from Ginny.

After dinner, just as the atmosphere had begun to get a bit drowsy, Fred had burst into the kitchen, his face all freckles and grin from ear to ear.

" Mum? Did you hear? Ginny hexed Ron. He was a mess. .. all bogeys and. . ." his voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him. Ginny and Snape seated side by side like courting lovers on his parent's sofa, his mother knitting in a side chair, his father seated with his bare feet stretched out towards the fire. The picture of domestic peace and tranquility.

Until Ginny turned around and fixed him with a narrow glare.

He coughed nervously.

" And what did I do to deserve such a sisterly scowl?" he asked, taking a precautionary step backwards.

Molly and Arthur looked at each other with a sigh, and the complacent expression of parents who had survived years of hearing squabbling children, and patching up many a magical malady.

" You Stupefied me." Ginny stated casually.

Fred grinned.

" I did not. it was a Petrificus charm. . . and besides, I had too. But it could have been a lot worse. Just think of what we could have done!"

" Think about what I can do."

" It was George's idea. I was fully prepared to simply use a full-body bind." he held his hands up in insincere surrender.

Much to Mrs. Weasley's chagrin, Ginny had sent her hex through the back of the sofa, causing stuffing to fly, Snape to flinch, and Fred to fall stiffly to the floor.

" That body-bind? "she inquired of Fred's form. " No. . .you don't know this one. It is one of my specialties."

" Children, really. You are behaving in a most uncivilized manner." said Molly, shaking her head. " Ginny. .. let him go."

" I can't, Mum. It's a special hex. It will let him go in about one half hour. " she shrugged innocently.

" Well. . . at least put him on the rug." said Arthur.

" Why is he turning all red?" Molly exclaimed.

" Hmmm?" Ginny levitated her brother rather harshly to the rug, releasing him when he was still about ten inches from the floor. " Oh that. Yes that is a side effect of the tickling.''

" Tickling what?"

" It has a built in tickling charm. He will be tormented mercilessly until the spell unlocks." she said nonchalantly.

" Now it is getting very late, and I think I would like to go home. And you must be exhausted." she poked Severus leg, and giving him a pointed look that said clearly;

' I'll do anything you want as long as I don't have to be here when Fred is released.'

" Shall I escort you home, Miss Weasley? It is dangerous to be about by one's self these days." his voice held it's usual masking tone of contemptuous boredom.

" Lovely. Mum, Dad. . .Goodnight. "

After they had Apparated to her house, Ginny had pulled him inside, and they had soon soothed whatever lingering remains of a quarrel that might have been remaining.

( After they warded, locked, and sealed the house; of course. Just in case Fred decided to seek a little revenge.)

After a short but refreshing sleep, Severus had been wakened by her enthusiastic ministrations upon his person, which confused him, as well as pleased him. He had never had someone willingly perform such a favor.

Now he was basking in the hearty afterglow; preparing to reciprocate in full. . .just as soon as his breath returned and a few topics were discussed.

" Ginny? I need to ask you something "

" I thought you didn't want talk in bed?" she was playing with his hair.

I don't want to argue."

" Oh. . .then we best not even open our mouths." she grinned.

He twitched a little, recalling just where her mouth open mouth had been, only moments ago.

" Aren't you even curious about the request you made?"

" Which request?" she murmured.

" Your house?"

" Yes. Infuriatingly curious. Not to mention jealous that Hermione and Remus have been conspiring with you behind my back. " she tapped his chest." But. . .you see, I thought you were someone who would be put off by begging."

" Well a little begging might be appreciated."

" It would ruin the surprise."

" What surprise?" he asked, feeling he was justified in wanting to tease her a tad in return.

He wasn't prepared for the little tug of his heart that he felt when her face fell, disappointed.

" I was just wondering why you would make such a. . request, but then not hesitate to engage in. . .relations."

" I asked you to build me a house as proof of your sincerity.. I didn't say and ' I shall remain celibate until you carry me over the threshold' . I am not quite that old fashioned.Although I just want to say that it would be rather exciting to be thrown over your shoulder." she grinned.

" How about over my knee?" he quipped. " For that is exactly where you will be going if you don't give me some better answers."

" Ooh, barbaric. I did give you an answer. If you want to know just flat out why I slept-and am sleeping with you. . ."

" Yes?" he demanded.

" Because you are dead sexy, and you remind me of rivers and stormy days."

" Gloomy."

" Mysterious. The darker side of nature's beauty."

" I am older than you. . .you realize that don't you?"

" No! I had no idea." she faked surprise, placing both hands on her face in imitation of a child in amazement.

" I am serious."

" So am I. I can count. And I have been with boys. They were all. . .as you would so politely put it. . .dunderheads."

He nearly choked at her marvelous impression of himself.

" I could ask why you are sleeping with me. . .I have been putting you through hell, and yet you do not give up.Incredible."

" I have never walked away from a war that I haven't won."

" So you'll be staying a few years then?" her grin wasn't entirely all mischief.

" If you don't kill me somewhere along the way, it is a possibility."

" So where is my house?"

" Your in it."

She punched his arm.

" I cannot say. And you should not ask."

She pouted silently, holding up her hand so that she could admire the Forget-Me-Not. It was a shame, actually that she couldn't show it to Hermione.

" Well, may I be allowed to change the subject? " she asked after a moment.

" Mmmm." was the only response, so she took it as a yes, and rolled over so that she was almost completely on top of him.

" How did he set it on fire?"

" What?"

" Dumbledore? How did he set his beard on fire?" she had been very curious about that all evening, but had not wanted to ask while at the Burrow.

She didn't want to have to explain some things to her parents. . . not when they had been doing such a fabulous job of being supportive of her latest affair.

" I believe the term is ' spontaneous combustion.' He was thinking a warm thought, and suddenly his beard burst into flame. "

Ginny blushed.

" Well, that is both disturbing and flattering. . .I think."

" One more than the other, in my opinion. "

" Was it funny?'' she began kissing his neck.

" Exhilarating."

" You're funny." she said.

" Let's see if you laugh." he said rather threateningly, as he tucked her beneath his body, and began attacking her with small biting kisses.

She did laugh, at first. . .but as he began to travel in the direction of paradise, she forgot how to even breathe.

She raised her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him, and she gasped at the sight of his head, cradled between her thighs. His pale, sallow skin against her milky, freckled skin; the black lank locks of his hair falling across her thighs, and entwining with the auburn curls of her sex. It was intriguing and erotic, as much or maybe more that the exquisite sensations caused by the wet, pink, flickering of his almost serpentine tongue.

Her entire body went limp beneath his administration, and she collapsed backwards onto her pillow, melted. . .