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Ginny's Fantasy	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 21483 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer; All characters are the property of JK Rowlings. I just like to borrow them and make them have sex.

I've been booted off of FF.net for being to smutty, so here I am. Hope you find me!!!!

Ginny added the last ingredient to her cauldron and stirred clockwise five times. Glancing in, she smiled as the liquid began to glow the perfect shade of periwinkle blue. Pleased with the results, she grabbed her wand and placed a stasis charm on her potion. She glanced around the room and saw that, as usual, she had completed her assignment long before her other classmates. Many were still chopping ingredients, while others peered into their cauldrons, bewildered looks on their faces. She didn't know if it was the years spent helping her Mum in the kitchen or if she just had a natural affinity for brewing, but she always seemed to be finished long before everyone else with successful results. Yawning, she lowered herself on to the stool behind her and rested her chin on her hand. Potions was her last class of the day and glancing down at her watch, she saw that she had another 42 minutes before the class ended and she would be free for the weekend. Turning her eyes to the front of the classroom, she let her gaze settle on Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master. She watched as his long, elegant fingers seem to caress his ebony wand as he surveyed his class hard at work over their steaming cauldrons.

She couldn't remember when her fascination with Professor Snape had developed. Sometime in the middle of her sixth year? The war had ended and the Dark Lord defeated. Snape's true nature had been revealed and the story of his devotion to Lily had been the lead story in the Daily Prophet for weeks. Ginny had devoured every article she could find about the subject, thinking it dashing and painfully romantic that he had loved the woman so deeply. It did not escape her notice that she and his lady love shared a common physical trait, flaming red hair.

Ginny and Harry had tried to re kindle their romance, but fame and the need to embark on his adult life had left Harry less then thrilled with the idea of a schoolgirl paramour, so they had parted ways, promising to remain friends always.

Ginny had returned to Hogwarts to finish her seventh year and her fascination with dark haired Potions Master had grown into a full blown obsession. His rich velvet baritone never failed to send shivers down her spine. Now, sitting idle in Potions class, she found herself once again embroiled in a vivid daydream, starring a very naked Severus Snape.

"Mmmmm Ginny." His deep voice rumbled in his chest as his long fingers brushed through her hair. "That feels so good." She could almost feel the veins and ridges of his cock against her tongue. Moving her mouth across the velvety head, she inhaled deeply, breathing in the essence of the man, spicy with a hint of citrus and mint. Laving his shaft with her tongue, she raised her eyes and stared up into his face. His normally stoic continuance was softer, registering his intense pleasure, his black eyes glazed over as she licked her way up and down his shaft. He groaned as she gripped him firmly, stroking and licking until he exploded, filling her mouth with his salty seed.

"It's actually bigger then that." A deep baritone spoke directly in her ear, his voice was pitched soft and low so only she could hear him.

Ginny flinched in shock and surprise. He was so close, her shoulder brushed against his stomach. His left hand was braced on her table, his black robes draped around them like a curtain. Ginny's breath caught in her throat as he gently took her hand and pressed it to the front of his trousers. She could feel his cock pulsating beneath her hand, hard and eager. Glancing up she saw that his eyes were closed and the tip of his tongue had snaked out to lightly touch his upper lip as he moved her hand across his arousal. Opening his eyes, he stared down at her and closed his hand over hers, squeezing firmly.

"I also like a good healthy tug on my bullocks when I come." He sighed heavily and released her hand. "We need to talk, Ms. Weasley. Please remain after class is dismissed." He turned and moved up the aisle in a flurry of billowing robes.

The palm of Ginny's hand seemed to burn where she had touched him, her mind a veritable jumble of confusion. 'What in the bloody hell had just happened? Had he actually placed her hand on his cock? Did he know what she'd been thinking? What in the bloody hell is going on here?' Her hands shook as she watched the other students slowly file from the room. Ginny remained seated nervously waiting for what would happen next. When the room was empty, she glanced to the front of the classroom. Professor Snape sat behind his desk, silently appraising her, after several long moments he stood. "Follow me please."

Ginny slid off her stool and quickly grabbed her book bag, she followed Professor Snape as he exited his classroom and turned down a narrow hall. Stopping before an ornate door, he waved his wand and pushed the door open, standing back so she could enter before him. Ginny gazed around the room. It appeared to be a sitting room, three out of four walls covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves. A comfortable looking couch and chair were situated along the remaining wall. "Where are we?" She murmured, turning around in a small circle, trying to take in the whole room.

"My quarters." He said. Ginny's eyes widened in shock as she watched him remove his robes and his ever present frock coat, hanging them on a nearby coat hook. Nimble fingers untied the black cravat around his neck, revealing the pale skin of his throat. "Have a seat." He said, lowering himself wearily onto the sofa.

Feeling as if she had entered a dream, Ginny tiptoed slowly across the room and lowered herself into the empty chair, her eyes riveted on the dark man before her.

Snape took a deep breath and ran his hands along the length of his muscular thighs. "You have a very unique and powerful gift Ms. Weasley." He said, pinning her with his obsidian glare. "One I am fairly certain you are not aware of."

Ginny's eyes widened, but she remained silent.

"I can only theorize that you gained this talent, during your second year, when you were possessed by the Dark Lord."

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was a raspy whisper.

"You are familiar with the science of Occulmency and Legilimency?"

She nodded her head slowly.

"There is a subsection to Legilimency. One few people are even aware of, the ability to project ones thoughts and visual images to a receiver."

"You mean...?" Her face flushed in shock and embarrassment.

"Every fantasy and erotic image that you have had whilst sitting in my class has been projected directly into my mind." He sighed and rubbed his legs again, one hand brushing across the huge tent in his trousers. "And I must say, Ms. Weasley, you have a frighteningly vivid imagination. I have tried to block these images, without success. I have never met anyone with such a strong projection ability, not even the Dark Lord." He glanced up at her, his eyes sad. "So I find myself at a loss as to what to do. I only know that things cannot continue as they are. I would ask you to stop thinking about me that way, but for whatever reason you have formed an attraction to me and I, maybe more then anyone else, know how hard it is to control those thoughts and feelings, particularly when your ardour and desires remain unfulfilled. I could teach you to control this talent, but that could take months and that is time I do not have. You are affecting my ability to teach my class, Ms. Weasley." He said in a rush. "I cannot concentrate on my duties when my bloody cock is so hard it aches and it is neither prudent nor professional to continue to leave a classroom full of idiots unattended, with volatile potions, to escape to my storeroom for a wank."

"You mean you've...?" Ginny sat up straighter, her eyes wide as she remembered times when he had inexplicably vanished from classroom, only to reappear several minutes later, looking flushed and a bit out of breath. 'Oh Merlin.' Her mind instantly formed the image of Professor Snape leaning against the door of his storeroom, his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking...

"Yes! Ms. Weasley." He gasped loudly, pulling her from her fantasy. His head had fallen back against the sofa and his hand rubbed frantically across his erection. "Please stop. I am begging you, before I come in my trousers like a first year."

"Sorry." She squeaked, vanishing the erotic image and focusing her attention on the equally erotic image of her very aroused Potions Professor.

"So..." He said, his deep voice gasping as he struggled to regain his composure. "I am at a loss as to how to resolve this issue, but at the same time I am unable to continue with the way things are. So..." he paused and took another deep breath. "I have decided to offer myself to you."

"Offer yourself to me?" She repeated, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Perhaps if you experience first hand, what you have been fantasizing about, it will remove some of the mystique and you will not find it necessary to constantly think about it. Given the graphic nature of the images I've seen, I'm fairly confident that you are not a virgin..." He paused and raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her head in silent agreement with his statement. "Good, so at least I will not need to feel like I am stealing your innocence. If we are..." he paused, shaking his head in exasperation "...together, perhaps you'll be able to get me out of your system, so to speak, and then we can continue on with our lives. I realize that this is probably not the best solution, but as I've said before, I am at a loss to come up with a better one."

"So you are saying I can...?"

"Do with me what you will, Ms. Weasley."

Ginny stared bewildered at the man on the sofa. He had spread out his arms, palms up, as though offering himself up in sacrifice. "Have you ever..." she spoke haltingly, "...with a student before?"

"Had sex? No." He shook his head.

"Have you ever thought about having sex with a student?"

"I am a single male, living a life of forced celibacy due to the constraints of my employment. Day in and day out I am surrounded by nubile young females hovering just on the brink of womanhood. Of course I have indulged in the odd fantasy here and there. I am neither a saint nor a monk and I've never claimed to be either one. I am just as affected by a set of beautiful tits and a well shaped arse as the next man." He paused, frowning. "But never, in all my years of teaching, have my desires been focused so specifically on one particular student."

"Because I look like her." Ginny whispered, her eyes lowered.

"Maybe." He sighed. "Or maybe it is six months of my mind being flooded with vivid images of my cock slipping between your beautiful pink lips. Or the vision of my hands on your breasts, my tongue teasing your nipples or, my personal favorite, you on your hands and knees before me, my cock thrusting between your gorgeous arse cheeks."

Ginny blushed crimson and heat flooded her center as he described her graphic sexual fantasies.

The corner's of Professor Snape's mouth turned up at the flush on her face. "As I said before, Ms. Weasley, you have an incredibly vivid and powerful imagination." His voice pitched low and sexy sending a shiver down her spine. " And I just can't help but wonder if the hair between you legs is as soft as it appears in your fantasies."

"So I can...?"

"Do whatever you need to do to get me out of your system."

She sat silently appraising him, a million thoughts running through her mind. He looked so sexy sitting before her in his white shirt sleeves, his face flushed and his trousers tight across his arousal. 'But he's my Professor for fucks sake, my teacher. Students can't have sex with teachers.'

"You are of age, Ms. Weasley. While not encouraged, there is no rule specifically prohibiting relationships between teachers and of age students. If we are discreet, there will be no issue."

'No issue?' She thought, chewing worriedly on her bottom lip. 'Easy for you to say.'

"On the contrary, this has not been an easy decision for me at all."

"Would you stop doing that." She huffed. "Just try and pretend for a moment that you don't know exactly what's going on in my head and let me think for a second."

"It is you who are doing the projecting, Ms. Weasley. But I can...remain silent."

"Thank you." She sighed. 'Now where was I, oh right he's a teacher and I'm a student, but he's right, I'm of age, I can do what I want, with who I want and Merlin he looks so sexy and I want him so much, but he's so much older then I am. Who cares? Older means more experience and let's face it, Harry was no great shakes in the shagging department and his cock felt so huge and hard, even under his trousers. What if I never get another chance like this again? But what if he's fucking me and thinking about Lily? Does he really want me or does he just want someone who looks like Lily. Oh who cares, he's so sexy and...'

"Okay." She said, her voice sounding strange to her own ears. "How should we start?"

"Well it might be helpful if you come a bit closer. I'm big, but even I have my limitations."

Ginny brow furrowed as she slowly rose to her feet. "Did you just make a joke?"

"Well that was my intention, but obviously it wasn't a very good one if you had to ask." He turned his face to look up at her, a sexy smirk curling the corners of his lips.

"No." She shook her head, stepping tentatively closer. "I've just never heard you joke before."

"Mmmm." He grunted, reaching out to lightly run his fingers up and down her arm. "My duties as a spy for both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore were not exactly conducive to frivolity or spontaneous expressions of jocularity." He laced his fingers with her, tugging her closer.

"And now?" She squeezed his hand and slowly lowered herself to straddle his lap, her legs splayed on either side of his.

"And now?" He let his eyes roam across her body before meeting hers. "Now I find myself painfully inept at forming close, personal relationships. When you have spent the majority of your life hiding your true nature from everyone around you..." He sighed sadly.

"It's hard to change." She whispered, reaching out to place her hand on his cheek. He nodded, turning his head to place a tender kiss on her palm. "Are you lonely?"

"Sometimes." He whispered hoarsely, his voice turning to a soft groan as she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Glancing down, he watched as her fingers slowly worked their way down his white shirt unfastening each button, unveiling the pale skin of his chest.

"So tell me something, Severus." She emphasized his given name as her fingers dropped to his waist, slowing pulling at his belt. "Are you one of those men who comes once and then rolls over and goes to sleep or..." She placed two soft kisses on either side of his mouth. He sucked in his stomach as she worked the button on his trousers. "are you the kind of man who can go all night?"

"I have never received any complaints regarding my stamina." He growled, his hands rising to lightly stroke her arse. "Why? What are you planning on doing to me?"

"Everything." She hissed, leaning forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss as her hand reached down the front of his pants to free his erection.

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