A/N: The second chapter! Yayayayayayayayaya! Just one kind and very immediate review was all that I needed to get on with this fic so thank you reviewer! :D Please note though that I have no beta reader for this story so grammar may get slightly wonky and errors are bound to occur as the chapter progresses. While writing the intro I wasn't going to really have Ginny be the Lolita to Snape's Humbert, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense. She is, for the most part, how Nabokav described a perfect nymphet. Let's not forget how many boyfriends she went through during her Hogwarts years! Okay. Enough babble. On with le story.

September 5th, 1992

Friday. I've gotten through the entire week still alive. Still not completely ruined by my never-ceasing thoughts about the littlest Weasley. Monday. She bites her lip while trying to concentrate in her first Potions class. Tuesday. She twirls her delicate wild red hair around her quill. Wendsday. She sneaks glances of other girls in her class and makes mental notes about them. Thursday. She hikes her skirts up slightly beneath her robes to scratch an itch on her outer thigh. As a professor, I know good and well that I should not think this much about a student, let alone a First Year. The weak and wounded creature in me-however-knows I cannot stop. Ginny Weasley is indeed an insidious little one. An ordinary person would look at her and see nothing but a child. Alas, I am no ordinary person. In her, I see divinity; a reincarnation (if you will) of my perfect Lily Evans.

There is also an almost eerie side to this Ginevra Weasley. Something that I didn't see the first time I saw her at the beginning of the week. I very well may be mad, but I cannot shake that she knows my so-very-secret yearnings for departed Lily. Her movements in class are not that of an oblivious child. They are calculated—made to make things such as cleaning out her cauldron at the end of class a torturous recollection of how Lily would perform the same task. I was on the verge of insanity! Never had I thought about any of my students in such a way! Severus Snape was known for hating his students and all little children alike. How could only one drive him into obsession? The answer was Ginny Weasley, the living memory of a Lily Evans that I knew and loved so long ago.

Classes, thank Merlin, had ended for the day and Hogwarts was filled with bustling students who were ready to retire for the evening. Third Years and up were making plans for Hogsmeade while younger (and very hungry) students chatted about what they should feast upon tonight when dinner was served in the Great Hall. Wild students, particularly First Years, ran a mock through the corridors and up and down stairwells. These students were the happiest of all that their long day of classes was finally over... And these students were of course the kind I hated most of all.

Snape the Hobgoblin pushed and shoved his way through crowds of students, hissing his usual threats as he did so. I had no tolerance for my pupils, during or after classes. After much struggle I made it to a relatively deserted corridor that looked out upon one of the courtyards that the castle had to offer. What a perfect place this would be to observe little Ginny! Surely she would love to lounge about on the moist courtyard grass while going over homework! I quickly try to get rid of that thought. She is not Lily, she is not Lily! I repeat the silent mantra in my mind. This is madness and it has to stop. I cannot possibly go on teaching at this damned school if all I think about is Ginny.

"NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDORS, GIRLS! YOU KNOW THE RULES!"

At the sudden and booming voice of one Minerva McGonagall I give an invisible smirk. I am ready to turn around and stop these stupid little troublemakers right in their chaotic tracks. When I turn on my booted heel, it is not what I see at all. What I see is glorious. Nothing short of unadulterated rapture! Ginny, beautiful little Ginny, was gleefully leading a gaggle of First Year girls in a stampede through the corridor.

The others pale in comparison to her; they are nothing more than a mere billow of skirts and robes. It is she who has my wickedly rapt attention. Petite pigtails bounce at either side of her head and are the flawless compliment to the grin on her face. I then realize she wasn't leading the said-stampede at all. In her little left hand she clutched a black-leathered thing that appeared to be a diary. So these brats wanted to know her deepest secrets and weren't purely playing a game at all! Yet I did nothing. I, in my sardonic manner, leaned back against a corridor pillar and watched the marvelous scene. How very un-typical of Severus Snape not to stop rule breaking in its tracks! After all, an acceptation had to be made for Ginny Weasley. Minerva eventually stopped trying to chase them and came to catch her breath at my side. I could not even give her a second's glance as I was much too transfixed on that firey-haired sprite. Right before my eyes I saw Ginevra turn into my Lily. Lily indeed ran through the castle…just like this. Minerva began to talk to me but I willingly did not hear her, for Ginny had already started to speak amongst her little friends as they slowed their running yards ahead of me:

"C'mon, then! Let us read! What was your dream about?"

"Fat bloody chance!" Even in her vulgarisms, Ginny's voice was still precious.

"Lame-o, lame-o mooncalf shit! Sucking on the goblin's tit!"

Their voices burst into laughter at one girl's absurd rhyme. While it was all good and hilarious to them, they had no idea how much it haunted me. Images of a teenaged Severus Snape hiding in the shadows just to listen to his Lily Evans giggle amongst her friends tore at my heart. Yes, I still do have a heart. It may be cold and shriveled but it is still there for Lily's sake…and now for Ginny's.

"Those girls are entirely out of control! That Weasley girl will be the death of this school! Severus? Are you listening, Severus?"

No, I am not dearest Minerva. I am not.