A/N: Remember my warning about lemons? Now, any underage folks can run off to bed. Go on. You can pick it back up later if they don't go slow the whole weekend.
"You knew I had older brothers," she said, running up the stairs as they heard the footfalls of five very angry Weasley's (and a Potter), following behind them.
"I taught all of them, of course I knew that," he said, helping her when she tripped over a loose stone. "I just thought they'd be more understanding with everything being over and done with."
"She'll always be our sister!" someone yelled out (and even though she knew it wasn't possible, it sounded an awful lot like Fred).
The stairs ended on the seventh floor. They ran down the corridor, hearing the footsteps behind them that were rapidly gaining on them.
"Let's see if we can get to Minerva's office," he said, taking her hand as they made their way there. "Maybe I can still ward the door, and we can wait them out."
"Not bloody likely!" screamed Bill.
"Locomotor Wibbly," Ginny said, repeatedly, aiming her wand at any form behind them.
"Thanks Gin!" cried Ron and Harry as their legs gave way.
"Titillando," Severus said.
They heard Percy fall down in a fit of laughter.
"Petrificus Totalus."
Charlie' solid form fell to the floor with a loud, echoing thump.
They finally came upon a small door in the corner next to a tapestry of Professor Dumbledore.
"Better place than any," Ginny said, pointing at it.
Severus nodded, flicking his wand at the door which opened immediately. They ran in and the door slammed shut behind them and promptly disappeared.
They stared at each other in shock before they started beating on the wall.
"Let us out!" Ginny screamed as loudly as she could possibly muster.
"George Weasley, if this is your idea of a sick joke I'll curse your other damned ear off!" Severus yelled while pounding on the now vacant wall with both hands.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Ginny's mare appeared from the end of her wand and tentatively trotted around the tiny room before coming back to her with an expectant expression.
"Mum, Severus and I are trapped in the Room of Requirement. Please get help for us," Ginny said with a false air of calm.
She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor before looking up at Severus's sweaty face.
"Why is it so hot in here?" he asked.
"Beats me, Severus," she sighed. "The castle does have a sense of humor. What were you thinking when you ran up here?"
He rolled his eyes and slid down to the floor so he could sit next to her. "That I wanted a hell of a good place to hide," he said uncomfortably.
"You got one," she laughed.
He smirked at her and couldn't help but laugh as well.
"I thought that Arthur and your brothers would take it better than this," he said, taking off his cravat and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Well, they've only been able to bully spineless halflings so far when it comes to my dating partners," she said, shrugging.
He regarded her closely as he shrugged out of his robes. "What about Harry?"
"I was talking about Harry," she said stone faced as she could manage as she removed her gloves.
"Saucy minx," he snorted. "Merlin, it must be thirty five degrees in here."
She nodded miserably as she felt her hair begin to wilt. "Severus, do you mind if I remove my dress - the sweat will ruin the fabric. I have a chemise on underneath."
Color rose to his cheeks, but he nodded all the same and helped her with the many zips and buttons. It was off, shortly, leaving her in her the lacy garment and a pair of thigh high silk stockings.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he said, his eyes sweeping over her with open lust and appreciation. He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed gently.
She flushed deeply and eyed the dark hair on his chest where his shirt was opened, unable to resist touching it with her bare hand. The scars didn't bother her – she'd seen them a number of times now and they were as part of him as his nose. She touched them too, a gentle caress just over the red skin as she rested her hand on his neck.
His chest vibrated with a happy moan, and she felt one of his hands creep up from her waist to her half covered chest.
"What about slow?" she asked cheekily, biting back a moan as he squeezed roughly.
"Fuck slow," he said, crushing his mouth to hers.
She moaned in agreement as she opened her mouth to him, letting him explore her with his cunning tongue. Gods, he was a good kisser, better than everyone she'd every snogged wrapped up into one perfectly snarky man. He pulled her to the floor again, lifting her onto his lap so that she could feel just how much he was ready to fuck the idea of 'slow', hard and ready beneath her. She straddled him happily and rotated her hips, making him moan low in his throat as she took control of the kiss. She grabbed his face and kissed him until they both had to come up for air.
"So good," he whispered.
"Oh gods," she whimpered as he lifted his hips against hers. "Oh … fuck me …"
"What in the hell are you doing to my daughter, Severus?" Arthur Weasley roared.
"Oh, bugger," Ginny said, putting her arms around Severus and trying to bury herself against him.
"Please let this still work," Severus said, grabbing their clothes and wands.
With a loud pop, they were gone.
"Where are we?" Ginny asked. She felt him put her wand in her hand. "Lumos," she said, seeing the outline of furniture around them.
"Incendio," he said waving his hand.
The entire room glowed softly with the light of hundreds of candles. It was a bedroom, so lushly outfitted it looked like an advertisement from Witch Weekly. The bed was covered in damask silk similar to the material of her dress, the walls covered in heavy green velvet wallpaper. Her feet sank into high pile carpeting that made her feel like she was walking on a cloud.
"Where are we?" she said, taking in the luxurious room.
"My bedroom," he said, a little shyly as he stood up and walked to the dresser, removing his cuff links.
"It's beautiful," she said as she stood to her feet, wondering at the beauty of it. "I should have realized you were a sensualist, with the long foreplay we've been engaging in."
He grinned slyly. "Quite." He removed his shirt, looking up at her before he removed it completely. "I had this night planned out for weeks, Ginny. It wasn't supposed to happen quite like this."
"Was it to end in your bedroom?" she asked, walking over to him and tracing his hip with her fingernail.
"Yes," he said, unashamed.
"Then I'd say it's still going to end as you planned. I even took an extra large dose of the Potion …" she said suggestively.
He growled and kissed her again, ravishing her mouth with his until she was afraid her lips would bruise. But she didn't care, because she was kissing him back with just as much fervor, biting his lips roughing and sucking his tongue greedily every time he thrust it into her mouth to find hers.
"It's all been for you, Ginny," he murmured as he kissed her neck. "This room was just empty walls and a bed until I realized you could finally be here in it with me."
"Oh Severus," she moaned as his lips dropped to her chest, licking and sucking the skin until his lips met fabric. Her breaths came quicker, until she thought she might hyperventilate.
"As much as I want to … fuck you, Ginny," he said, pausing as he ran his hands up her legs and hips. "I want it to be more than that."
"Severus?" she asked, crying out as her bared her breasts.
"Oh, gods you are perfect," he said as he lowered his mouth to feast on them.
Ginny found herself drowning in pleasure as the sensations of his mouth and hands on her skin made every nerve ending in her body fire happily. She seemed to remember something about him saying he wanted it to be more …
When he sucked one of her golden nipples in his mouth, she lost her mind completely.
"Oh sweet Merlin," she screamed, barely aware of him lifting her onto the bed as he kept his lips affixed her skin.
"Shhhh," he crooned while moving his mouth from one breast to the other.
Ginny made a noise that could have been the word, "Gods," except that her mind was so addled by his touch that she couldn't make any coherent noises.
What was it again about more?
"Feels good doesn't it?" he asked boldly. He removed her chemise completely and began to work her stockings down her legs.
"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling fiery heat everywhere his hands touched her.
"Want more?" he asked brazenly as he removed his trousers and pants.
More …
She sat up in bed, staring at him as she moved her eyes down to … oh merciful Merlin. Ginny was suddenly acutely aware of the difference between a boy and a Wizard by the proudly erect flesh that had risen stiffly between them.
She gulped.
"Slow?" she whispered, though she couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of more.
More …
He nodded with a laugh. "Slow," he confirmed, kissing her again as he sat on the bed next to her. He pulled her on top of him, letting her go as slow as she liked as he guided his heavy head to her entrance.
"Slow …" she moaned as she slid down his length, having to stop a few times to let herself adjust to his size. He stretched her so tightly that she could feel every vein and ridge of his length with each delicious slide of his cock.
Now he couldn't speak coherently. "Tight," he whimpered happily as his hands found hers and squeezed.
"More?" she moaned.
More …
"More," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling them down. She closed her eyes at the exquisite friction of their bodies as they slowly moved together. It made her want more … made her want to tell him …
More …
"Love," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking at him.
His eyes popped open immediately. He nodded.
"Love," he confirmed, moving his hands – placing one over her heart and one over his.
Tears filled her eyes, and this time it had nothing to do with bad memories or frustration.
"Love," she affirmed, covering his hands with hers.
His breath started to hitch as he thrust the rest of the way inside her.
"Unh!" she cried out, reveling in the feeling that both her heart and body were completely full.
He started to thrust, filling her and then retreating at a languid pace. She moved with him, feeling the heavy silk of the coverlet shift with every movement. The sensations were … maddening.
"Turn," she said, wanting him to be on top of her, covering her with his love.
He nodded and carefully moved her to her back, managing to stay within her the whole time. Again, he resumed the slow, mind bending rhythm that made her feel so loved, so cherished, so …
Frustrated.
She looked up at his face, at the clinched jaw and the damp glistening over his forehead and knew he had to feel the same way. She focused on the sensation of him moving within her; everything was slick now and he was moving easily, if not too slowly.
"More," she said, undulating her hips against his in encouragement for him to take things a little faster.
"Yes," he hissed. He picked up the rhythm, and finally everything was fast and frantic as they moved and rocked against each other.
"Close," he said, looking down at her.
She was too.
"Soon," she said, rotating her hips faster against him and lowering a hand to play with her clit. It was enough to make the fire within her explode out of control. She flew apart so wildly that she wasn't sure what words came out of her mouth as pleasure soared through her.
"Ginny!" he cried as she felt him pulse inside her, the warmth collecting where they joined.
"Severus," she sighed as she stroked his back as he caught his breath.
She kissed him slowly as he pulled out, missing him as soon as he was gone. He rolled to his side, taking her and her lips with him as he settled onto his back. She fell asleep kissing him, listening to the low murmuring sounds of affection that he made deep in his throat.
A/N: Since lemony mangos were in season for this chapter, I now require a cool shower.