Chapter seven
It was New Year's Eve when I finally had the nerve to ask. I was sitting in front of the fire in the Headmaster's office and Severus was at his desk working on some paperwork. "What happens if we lose this war?"
He looked up and stared at me for a second before asking, "What do you mean?"
"What will happen to me?" I was fearful of the answer.
He looked at me for a long moment, then rose, came over, and took a seat beside me. He sat with his elbow resting on his knees and looked up into my eyes. "There are many different ways this could go. You could be killed; I could be killed. There are too many possibilities to try to guess."
"Let's say we both live; then what happens? I'm scared, honestly," I admitted.
"I guess we should talk about this possibility. What do you want to happen?"
"I don't want him to win."
I think Snape realised in this moment I was still a scared little girl. "I can't say for sure what will happen, but we have a choice because of what we have done. I could carry on with the story we have; that I want you as my prize, as my wife, which would, at some point, require us to have children together. I could allow them to kill you, or kill you myself to save you from other horrors. The question is: what do you want?"
"You would do that?"
"Marry you or kill you? If I had to do either, it would be better than allowing them to tourure you and possibly kill you. I can't take the risk of you blowing my cover. You know too much."
"You would marry me? What about if you fall in love? You would be stuck with me."
He dropped his head. "My heart was given away long ago. I doubt I could ever replace her," he admitted to me. "The question remains; what do you want?"
"I want to live," I whispered.
"Then we agree; if, at the end, we are both alive, we stick together," he assured me.
When the others came back after the holidays, Luna was nowhere to be seen. Neville explained to me that she was taken away by the Death Eaters on the way to London. I burst into Snape's office that night. "Where is Luna?" I demanded. This earned me a raised eyebrow.
"She's being kept safe," he replied calmly.
"Safe! Safe? Neville says she was taken from the Hogwarts Express by Death Eaters! How can she be safe?" I questioned.
His voice was tight as he replied, "Might I remind you of that day not long ago you asked to be kept safe by a Death Eater?"
"It's not the same thing! Luna is… She might be being raped and tortured!" I could feel the tears sting my eyes at the idea of sweet Luna being hurt.
In a move I never would have expected, he came over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I can't tell you anything, but trust me; she is safe. I am sorry."
I clung to him for a long time and he just stood there. I'm guessing he was scared that if he moved, I would start bawling. When I finally calmed down, I raised my head to look up at him. "Thank you," I whispered. "You are now my friend." Then it hit me; he didn't want me on the train because I would be with Luna, wherever she was.
He pulled away. "Excuse me?" he replied.
I turned and took a seat. "We are doing things to protect each other. You have comforted me and I know some of your secrets. We have also had an extended sleepover." I laughed. "These are all things you do with and for a friend."
"I can't be friends with you. You're a student."
"Sorry Severus, but I don't exactly see you heading out with friends every night, or any nights really. Whether you admit it or not, we are friends. And you will find I'm extremely stubborn and strong willed about this!"
"I am not your friend," he insisted.
"Try to get rid of me," I challenge him. I then head to the pile of filing that is waiting for me.
Severus' Point of View.
She's maddening, and mind boggling, but she refused to see the bad in me. I couldn't make her hate me. I was thankful when the Christmas break ended. Sleeping in the same bed as an attractive sixteen year old wasn't an easy task. Sixteen or not, she was sexy. The number of times I had thought back to our night of passion is too high to count! What virgin reacts like she does? Any man would be thrilled to have her. I kept telling myself that she reminded me of Lily and that's the only reason I was so attracted to her. But I also knew that was a lie. Lily turned her back on me when she saw the worst in me. Ginny Weasley has always known the worst, or near worst, in me and still seemed to care. I had to keep her on a nightly detention to keep Amycus from her, and every day she arrived, most often she was in a reasonable mood. I expected her to be in a bad mood tonight, for tomorrow is the Valentines Hogsmeade trip, which she won't be able to attend due to her choice of trying to steal the sword of Gryffindor from my office. That and I assume she still carries a torch for Potter. I can understand how she feels about the date.
She knocks each time she arrives out of fear I could be with other Death Eaters. "Come," I replied. The door opened and she nearly bounced into the room.
"Hello! How are you tonight?" she asked.
"I am fine," I responded.
She took the seat across from me. This had become a routine. "How was the day?"
"Long," I said. "How was yours?"
"I actually got a letter from Mum! It was written three weeks back. Think you could get them to speed up the turnover process?"
"You realise that it takes longer because they are letters to you from your family," I stated.
"Still, three weeks? That's not very efficient! Tell your boss that the next time you see him. Makes his whole operation look kind of shoddy at best."
I shook my head at her. "There's quite a pile of filing today, I regret to tell you."
She glanced at it and rolled her eyes. "You know, you could just do it as you go," she suggested.
"I did until I got a filing clerk. I have to have something for you to do." I paused. "I have to head to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Do you need anything while I'm there?"
"Honestly, I wouldn't mind a licorice wand or two… it's been forever." She smiled.
"Nothing else?"
She grinned and got up, heading to the filing cabinet. "Friend or not Severus, I'm not going to ask you to pick up certain things for me. I would rather wait for all the other Death Eaters to paw over things I get my mother to send."
"You think we have nothing better to do at the meetings than look at menstrual pads teenage girls' mothers send?" I teased her.
She laughed at the idea. "Yeah, how would you explain that?" she pondered.
"Well, they believe we are lovers. I don't think a man has any right to the joys of the female body if he's unable to deal with the less pleasant issues of it."
"And if Professor McGonagall were to see you doing that? How would you explain that?" She laughed again. I could even see myself trying to explain that to the woman. Ginny laughed even harder. "See? I told you."
She spent time filing while I read. Then I heard her cry out in pain. I looked up to see she had slammed her finger in a drawer. She opened the drawer and pulled her finger out. It was swollen and purple. "Bloody hell!" she cursed.
I rose and came over to look at it. She did an amazing job of breaking her index finger. "I'm positive you broke it. Allow me to fix it." I then did something rarely seen for me; I pulled out my wand and whispered the spell, mending her broken digit. "You need to be more careful," I suggested.
She looked up into my eyes and before I realised what was happening, she was kissing me! I never expected it, yet her body was pressed against mine so I could feel every curve. I admit I was lost in what she was doing. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me. This wasn't a chaste kiss; this was a full-on snogging. My hand traveled down her young body to her arse. I greedily grabbed a handful of her perky ass.
She moaned. "I want you!"
I broke away from her at that point. "We can't."
Her lips were swollen from being kissed. "We can! We have before," she protested.
"That was different…"
"You say it all the time; you're not a nice man. So be selfish and take what's being offered."
"Ginny..."
"Severus, if you can honestly say you have no desire to fuck me, then I'll leave it, but I don't think you can. I want you. I think of you and how you made me feel every time I touch myself." Her big brown eyes stared, pleading into mine.
I have spent nearly twenty years priding myself on my control, but she pushed me over the edge and I was now functioning on need and desire. I spent the next number of hours shagging her. I was very excited by the fact that she seemed as excited by what I was doing as I was. She liked being held in place as I slammed into her tiny frame. The girl got wetter when I manhandled her breasts. When I fucked her from behind, she begged me to spank her. She liked being called dirty was nothing she wasn't willing to do, and she clearly enjoyed every second of it!
When we finally finished, we both collapsed in a sweaty, sticky mess. "Wow! That was amazing!" she declared.
I fiercely kissed her. I felt like I could never get enough of her. "You'll have to spend the night. It's too late to explain you returning to your dorm." She just nodded and snuggled into me.
A/N I'm dying to know what you think of this. It's a rare pairing so if you like it let the writer know.