Ginny Weasley had it all, a considerable measure of fame after the war, and rich and loving fiancée, and because of her fame and fiancée, power within the wizarding world. Yet, despite all this, she felt as though there was something lacking. Perhaps it was caused by seeing him for the first time in years last night.
Sighing, she played with an errant strand of hair while staring out the window, awaiting Draco's return. If her ever found out about these feelings she harbored he'd be devastated, to say the least. The last thing she wanted was to see him hurt. Angrily she tugged at the obnoxious red strand. Why was she thinking about him at all? He was the one who had insisted all those years ago that there could be nothing between them. How he could make her burn though, even after the time had passed, the mere mention of his name was enough to set her soul aflame. Clearly picturing him in her mind, she whispered his name to the air around her, unconsciously a hand began to sneak its way up her thigh, near her skirt hem.
"Stop that!" She scolded herself. She dearly wished she could exercise him from her being. "Draco, you poor fool, you have put all your trust in a wicked woman." Maybe she should just leave him; it would be kinder wouldn't it? She certainly didn't deserve him. Agitatedly, she sprung up from the couch and began to pace.
The other man's voice spoke in her mind. "Meet me, tomorrow night, in Diagon Alley." His sensual voice had melted her senses. She bit her lip, wondering what the hell was keeping Draco.
"Ginny, my sweet." She whirled on the intruder, knowing full well who it was.
"Who gave you permission to just apperate into my house?"
"You did, by looking at me with those glorious, wanting eyes last night. I knew you wouldn't come to meet me, so I decided to come to you." He laughed and she forgot to breathe.
"Draco will be home any minute." It was a feeble protest.
"No he won't, I've arranged a harmless distraction in the form of several boring meetings that the ministry insists are top priority. He'll be there all night." He swooped down on her, taking her into his arms. "Now, my pretty little angel, what trouble can we get into all alone?"
"Oh, I hate you, go away."
"No you don't, and that is the root of your dilemma."
He kissed her fiercely and Ginny moaned into his mouth. An errant hand found its way under her skirt, graceful fingers finding their way into her panties to caress her hidden wetness. She didn't resist. All her feelings for Draco were effortlessly shoved aside; there was no stopping them now he was in her blood. Ginny Weasley belonged body and soul to Severus Snape.