Chapter 31: Sweet Devotion

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(Pain without love...Pain, I can't get enough...Pain, I like it rough...'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...You're sick of feeling numb...You're not the only one...I'll take you by the hand...And I'll show you a world that you can understand...This life is filled with hurt...When happiness doesn't work...Trust me, and take my hand...When the lights go out, you'll understand...Pain without love...Pain, I can't get enough...Pain, I like it rough...'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...Anger and agony are better than misery...Trust me, I've got a plan...When the lights go up, you'll understand...) Pain, Three Days Grace

Snape's Quarters,Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...

Ginerva Weasley had known all too well how to make her journey to Hogwarts Castle, she'd been quite use to answering the summons of her rather twisted lover whenever he ventured to the school to exhert his will upon the unsuspecting. She knew where he would be, the passage to his office already glowing as she stepped through the ancient cabinet. The arrangement they shared ever since the first time he had taken it upon himself to punish her for her insolence. She could feel his distress much as she always had. Tears of sorrow streamed down her youthful cheeks as she continued getting a glimpse of someone other than Severus Snape within the confines of his office. She closed her eyes trusting her senses as she moved about the shadows of the castle undetected, she'd had a good deal of practice during the war in avoiding suspcious students and death eaters alike. There was an ache that seemed to take hold of her, driving her to the point of compulsion as she moved forward searching for the man whom would relieve her of her agony. No one had understood what she had endured during the second wizarding war and before hand. The many whispers from her fellow students about her association with the dark lord and the many near murders during her first year. She found herself isolated quite a bit despite attending with her older brothers, being the only girl of the Weasley family she'd been use to being an outcast.

She had hoped school life would put an end to it but found that she'd been unfortunate in that reguard.

The first time he strapped her to his desk had been both exhilarating and terriffying at one. She closed her eyes briefly as she leaned against the stone wall cloaking herself within the shadows. Even now she could recall the inital sensation of his rough calloused hands as they lifted her skirt before he proceeded to spell away her knickers. She had not been as receptive then as she had been now, the boldness of the man she despised like so many countless others had caught her off guard. He had made her obediant, or rather that's what everyone else was allowed to think. In truth, it had been the darkness that dwelled deep inside her that ached for release and the feeling only came when Severus Snape had taken it upon himself to bed her.

Moving swiftly, Ginerva managed to get to a strange corridor high above the office where dust and spider webs had been prominent.

The darkness of the corridor had not phased the venturing young red head in the least as she found herself focused intently on reaching her destination. The strange pulsing need growing with each step as she moved knowing all to well that there was only one whom could aliveate the agony she endured.

Ginny had happened upon a darkened room where dim pulsing light had managed to creep beyond a strange oak wood door. A flick of her wrist and she sent the wandless unlocking spell in it's direction causing it to burst open revealing the ebony cloaked figure bound via a trap set by one Hermione Granger. The ragged and pained look on the face of her self professed "master" had been all she required to spring into action canceling the spell immediately as she took out her wand.

Not a single soul had known that she had been given the choice long ago, to walk away and be spared the indignities of association with the Headmaster of Hogwarts. She chose to remain safe in his care despite the urging of her family when all was said and done. Cruel though he was, it had not been without reason. He'd spent nearly two lifetimes fighting for the good of the wizarding world only to be executed via the headmistress after doing all he could to ensure the survival of those he cared for.

Ginny had known all too well what he endured.

Unlike the others, she'd witnessed the bouts of rage and sadness first hand, long before he had his way with her.

He never ate in the great hall, in fact she hadn't recalled him eating a thing since Dumbledore's murder.

The sheer hopelessness behind his dark eyes often provoked her to curiousity whenever he summoned her. He did his best to treat her kindly, although she had not made it easy. The old days still carried a sting when given to memory.

Now she saw him as helpless as before but due to the work of her resistance obsessed former best friend.

Furious about the turn of events, Ginny set about freeing the dour wizard with a blackened soul.

The obsidian gaze of one Severus Snape shifted in the darkness as he caught sight of Ginerva Weasley.

"Don't..." attempted to warn her against her chosen course of action.

Unable to see past what she wanted, Ginny proceeded to cancel the protection ward.

The moment it had disappeared, Snape sprang forward gripping her via the neck and pulling her into a heated kiss.

"Such a good little pet." he said his voice dripping with thinly veiled malice hidden behind charm.

Ginny's knees buckled at the instant of his touch as the pain she attempted to hold back began to take hold.

"M-master..." she whimpered weakily.

Snape, now clearly resorting back to his darkened nature smirked as he watched her tremble before hitting her knees before him.

"Would you like me to reward you?" he asked letting his fingers move along her quivering flesh.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she proceeded to nod.

Snape seemed quite content with giving her what she desired most. Ginerva had graciously proved the depths of her devotion and he had been more than happy to oblige her.