Ginny Is Discovered

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Blaise grinned at the cheering stands that surrounded the Quidditch pitch happily, his supporters roar filling his ears. It was either that or that crazy Lovegoods' hat going off again. There was just the right amount of wind in the air and with no clouds over head there was good visibility as well.

Just then the Gryffindor team approached the middle of the pitch, a chorus of shouts rising up from the East stand. Zabini caught the Weasley girls' eye and winked salaciously, pleased when he saw her blush and look around at the crowds, away from him.

Madame Hooch came to the middle of the pitch and blew the whistle clearly, signally them to mount their brooms and kick up into the air. When they were all in position, she nodded at both captains and then leaned down, undoing the clasp on the casket. Immediately both bludgers raced upwards into the air and picked their targets, followed quickly by the thrown Quaffle. The game had begun.

For a moment Blaise could not hear anything over the immense wall of sound that was the crowd but then he looked around him, quickly getting his bearings in the game.

The Quaffle was in Slytherin's possession and he dived down to join the flanks as they weaved in and out of red clad opposition, their formation coming straight up the centre. After a well aimed bludger the formation broke down, players zooming away from the terrorising ball. Blaise spun, rolling to the left as he was forced to bank hard, players streaming around beneath him.

He was left looking down on the game, the strong sun burning the back of his neck as he surveyed play. Below him, Ginny flitted along, Quaffle underneath her arm, swiftly slinking in and out of Slytherin defenders. Blaise angled his broom downwards and followed her, a hawk from above. Sensing a shadow, Ginny looked up just as Blaise decided to drop the extra few feet.

Weasleys' mouth formed a small "o" of surprise before she dived hard, swerving in a desperate attempt to avoid him. He kept hard on her tail, chasing the red of her cloak, until she had no choice but to turn or hit the turf below. Ginny twisted so she was upside down and flew upwards towards Zabini, forcing him to bank and land clumsily on the grass as she shot towards the goal posts. With a defiant swing of her arm she launched the Quaffle through the upper goalpost, scoring fifty points.

Blaise glanced up at his team mates who all shrugged and turned back to the centre. Cursing himself for his misjudgement he kicked off from the turf again and rose up to rejoin the game.

Zabini watched the little Weaselette circle triumphantly, slowing down when she reached the teachers section. McGonagall obviously cheered loudly, but it was clear to Blaise that hers hadn't been the praise Ginny was seeking. Snape didn't meet her eye or acknowledge her in anyway and she turned back to the game, defeated. Catching him looking at her, she blushed again, a deep crimson that matched her fiery hair, and swung her broom so that they were parallel and he would have to crane his neck to look at her.

The match continued in much the same way, Slytherin scoring to equalise and then Gryffindor returning the favour to steal the lead again. After 40 minutes it was Gryffindor one hundred and seventy to Slytherin's' one hundred and thirty. Blaise had the Quaffle under one arm and was twisting and weaving around players like no tomorrow. He quickly threw the ball to his team mate before soaring over Ginny's head, winking at her in the process. She fumed and turned, attempting to catch up with him. By the time she had got there, he had received the pass and shot, scoring fifty points. Slytherin were ahead.

Blaise celebrated happily, cheering and doing a loop the loop before Hooch blew her whistle, signalling the end of the match. Confused, he looked down and saw Potter grinning, the snitch in his outstretched hand. Ginny paused briefly to throw Blaise a malicious smirk over her shoulder before she raced down to the ground to meet Harry and the rest of her team, who had formed a wriggling red bundle on the grass. Cheers erupted around the stadium and Blaise hung in the air, grinding his teeth. He knew that they could have won it, if only he hadn't let that little Weaselette score her first hoop. Cursing his stupidity, he flew back down to the ground, accompanied by his dejected housemates who, despite their annoyance, grinned and clapped him on the back, congratulating him on his game. He smiled back and returned the compliments, knowing that they hadn't played badly but the idea of losing to Ginny cut deeply. He didn't like her. She was a blood traitor who had been advanced into his potions class because she was far too snotty for her own year group. She was a Weasley and worst of all she was far too beautiful to be ignored.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, the way her riding gear clung to her thighs and ass, showing him her curves... Shaking his head, he headed back to the changing rooms, thinking of a nice warm bath and a game of chess.

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Ginny smiled briefly to the girls as they headed their separate ways, her long red hair wet from the showers trailing down her back in waves. She shook it out impatiently and hoisted her bag more securely onto her shoulder, feeling the chill of the stone walls press down on her. Although the day had been warm it was rapidly cooling down and she wished that she had thought to bring a jumper or cloak. Shuddering, she checked the corridor for students before ducking beneath a large tapestry and emerging into a sloping walkway that was angled sharply downwards. The floor was smooth and Ginny had to concentrate on her footing, making the journey seem longer than usual. She could feel her cheeks heat up as she thought of what she was about to do but ignored the butterflies in her stomach. She loved him, the way he made her feel, and the caress of his hands on her skin, her thigh, her buttocks...

She bit her lip with anticipation as she came out from behind a similar wall hanging in the dungeons, she skin exploding with goose bumps as it registered the drop in temperature. She righted herself, smoothed her short skirt and marched up to the large wooden door, pushing it open with her shoulder. There he was. Bent over a caldron, his nose in a book, Snape did not seem to notice her presence at first, small wisps of purple smoke filling the air. Then he lifted his head and took her in, unable to keep the obvious lust and want out of his eyes.

"Ginny," he whispered, almost reverently, sounding loud in the empty classroom. She strode confidently towards him, her neck straight and looked him straight in the eye.

"Don't say you don't want me," she hissed, obvious lust in her tone, "I know you do. I remember what you were like last year and I want that again." She bit her lip, sounding uncertain for the first time, "That kind of passion does not go away in a summer holiday, does it?" She looked into his beetle black eyes for confirmation but they were hard and uncaring.

Snape could not help himself. He leaned down and forced his mouth on hers, their tongues intertwining as she threw her body forward. His hands ran up the backs of her thighs and she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He sat down in a chair as they continued their passionate kiss, running his hands over her breasts beneath her shirt. She rotated her hips, grinding into his prominent erection, moaning against his lips as he felt her up. Growling quietly her pushed her thong aside and put a finger in her, pushing slowly in and out so that she slowed her grinding, both of them teasing each others' resolve.

"Ginny," he moaned again, running a fingertip across her nipple.

"Oh Professor," she replied, feeling so wet as his long digit retreated from her dripping core. He stopped kissing her and began to push her off his lap, wiping his finger awkwardly on his robe. "What?" she asked, confused at the expression on his face, her panties now feeling uncomfortable.

"I cannot do this Weasley!" he cried, pushing her further away from him. "We will never be together and Albus has threatened to suspend me-"

"Dumbledore knows?" she cried, grief-stricken. It would explain all the disapproving and perhaps pitying glances that she had been receiving from the headmaster.

"Yes, foolish girl," Snape snapped, attempting to hide his tented trousers. "Now get out, and do not come back."

"But you enjoy it Sir," she protested, smoothing out her mussed-up hair.

Looking directly at her, curling his lip, he hissed, "Yes, I do. You and every other student I have had. And you just aren't worth my job." Ginny's face showed shock and then rejection. Picking up her bag, she fled from the room, trying not to flush too hotly.

She couldn't control herself. Even after being told plainly that he did not want her, she knew that if he could give into his desires like that every once in a while, that they would be able to continue their relationship. Grimacing at the discomfort she was feeling from her wet underwear and the half hearted throbbing in her abdomen, she ducked into a secluded corridor and sat down, legs apart. Severus used to make her do this for him to watch, she recalled, a smile on her face as she reached into her knickers, pulling the material away so that she could find what was underneath...

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Blaise jumped away from the small elf running after him, ducking beneath the low hanging pillars and sprinting down various intersecting corridors until he was sure the knife-wielding maniac was far from him. Smiling, he took a bite out of the fondant fancy he had stolen, savouring the taste. Suddenly he wondered what the Weasley girl would taste like. Cursing to himself, he hurried down to the dungeons, desperate for a cold shower to take his mind off things. He was cold and he jogged silently, hurrying back to the common room, full of leather sofas. Draco might be available to play chess, he mused as his feet swept silently across the floor, still chewing on his cake.

He stopped to turn up a hallway which was a shortcut to the underground common room, and then speedily ducked out of sight again. Breathing slowly in and out he turned back to look at the Weasley girl, legs splayed wide apart, pleasuring herself. Blaise felt his member tense within his trousers and silently cast a silenco charm around himself before releasing his bulging cock. Stroking slowly up and down, he watch her intently, the way her breasts heaved beneath her shirt as she gasped, the delicate line of her hips, her glistening fingers. Her fingers plunged in and out of her core at pace, two at a time, but even then they seemed stiff. Just thinking about how tight she would be made him want to come right there and then, but he was nowhere near completion so he continued to move his hand up and down the shaft, tugging and squeezing at alternative pressures to make it better. Just as he felt himself tighten up, Ginny's movements became erratic and frantic, her fingers flashing across her clitoris. Blaise stood up and swallowed her cry as she came, pressing his lips down on hers as she screamed against his tongue. It was enough to make his ready and he released, into his hand.

Locking eyes with Ginny, he pulled out his wand and muttered scourgify, cleaning them both of their juices. He smiled down at her and she blushed a deep red, still holding his gaze.

"My my," he grinned, all his straight white teeth showing, "You've certainly done that before." Ginny bit back a retort, realising that he could tell her friends about her attraction to Snape and her doings down in the dungeon corridors.

"Please don't tell anyone Blaise," she begged, hating the way the words tasted in her mouth, "I couldn't bear it if 'Mione found out, or Ron." She kept looking at him, knowing her innocence was probably her biggest asset in this argument. She felt very subconscious of the way her legs were still open, giving him viewing access to her private parts but also the way that he had not bothered to tuck himself back into his boxers. And she also knew that she had been staring briefly at his manhood just because of the sheer size of the thing.

"Ginny," he murmured, his voice soft in the dark, "I would never tell anyone. I've been looking at you for quite some time. It isn't in my interest to break your trust." She stared at him in shock, her mouth forming an adorable little "o" again and he kissed her for the second time, much more gently, caressing her neck with his palm. "If you want to see me again, I'll be in the 3rd floor corridor by the witch with the hump tomorrow. You know the one?" She nodded sharply, still glancing at his lips as he spoke. "If you are still this, err, excited," he chuckled, the deep timbre of his voice making her damp, "keep an open mind. And wear some nice underwear." With that he leant down and planted a kiss on her cheek whilst tucking himself into his boxers. Finally, Ginny thought, so she could think straight. He walked away, whistling a little under his breath.

She sighed loudly and looked around the corridor, pulling up her knickers and sorting out her hair. Satisfied she sighed again and picked up her bag, jogging back to her common room.

Sorry for the wait, I have had exams. More to come soon folks! :)

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