Dear Reader,
Your wish is my command…
M. x
Say goodbye to a bad relationship. If ever there was a time to make a clean break, our annual full moon on the 25th is it. Take comfort because you won't stay single for long. Better options lie ahead.
Ginny Weasely snorted down at the rubbish rag of a newspaper before throwing The Daily Prophet onto the coffee table. Some horoscope. She had read the whole insane story and only one thought was registering in her mind from the entire article. Harry had taken Greengrass to the Gala, had he? Oh he was in for it. All of her letters had been left unanswered and Ginerva Weasely was not to be ignored…
Of course none of this would have happened if those fucking Slytherin's hadn't shown up, especially Draco Malfoy. And now…her secret was out. Snape. God, how embarrassing, how pathetic. But still. She couldn't regret it. The kinkiness of Severus Snape was something she could never truly comprehend. That's because every time he laid a whip to her sensitive flesh she lost all ability to think. That's what Severus did to her, he allowed her to lose herself in the pleasure of pain. And why not? Pain. That was all that had consumed her in that final year at Hogwarts. Stressing, worrying about Ron…Harry and Hermione (while they were fucking each other, of course), fighting the resistance at Hogwarts, and all the while she was fucking around with the one she thought to be the baddest villain of them all. The most dangerous thing she could find to occupy her broken heart. She had never understood why he had taken to her advances that night when he found her wandering the dungeons drunk as hell. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to resist. He gave her what she wanted: he took all of her pain and punished her with pleasure.
They never spoke. There was no need to. She wondered how Severus was doing now, now that all of his secrets had come out. It was sick really. And maybe even a little sick on Harry's part….was she that much like Lily Potter? She looked back down to the paper, today was the 25th. She rolled her eyes and huffed. Maybe she should pay a little visit to Grimmauld Place and see how they were getting on. Ginny was in the business of better options, after all, she was a Weasely.