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Snape's Room in the Basement	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 41067 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ginny lay staring at the ceiling. She listened to the soft sounds of Hermione's peaceful breathing. Sitting up in her bed, she punched her pillow violently. Frustrated and wide awake, she climbed out of bed and descended the stairs to the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

Wandering about the kitchen, she cast angry, furtive glances at the basement door, as if it were to blame for her frustration and inability to sleep. The door was not her problem. It was what lay behind the door that had generated all this turmoil in Ginny Weasly's life. Turmoil by the name of Severus Snape.

Until recently, 16 year old Ginny had been living a relatively normal life. Well, as normal as your life can be when you are embroiled in a magical war. But she had certainly been able to get a good night's sleep. Pacing past the door, she threw it another ugly look.

It's not like she had never seen a naked man before for Merlin's sake. She was the youngest girl in a family of six boys. Cocks were not and had never been a mystery to her. But this hadn't been one her brothers she had seen, it was Professor Severus Snape.

She had only wanted to wash her hands. No one had told her that he would be staying at Grimmauld Place. Now the image of Severus Snape wearing only a towel was forever burned in her mind.

Every time she closed her eyes she could see him. Who knew he had such a fabulous body under all the robes? Wide shoulders, narrow waist, a wonderful trail of black hair running from his naval to disappear beneath the towel. Ginny shook her head as a flame of excitement shivered down her body straight to her center, causing her to burn almost painfully with need and longing.

One of Fred and George's extendable ears lay on the kitchen table. Picking it up, she slapped it against the palm of her hand. Glancing about the room, her eyes settled on the door heading to the basement and to him. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Ginny picked up the extendable ear and walked towards the basement door. Turning the knob gently, she opened it a crack. Sliding the flesh colored ear into the opening, she slowly lowered it into the basement.

Ginny held the other end to her ear and listened intently, not sure what she expected to hear. For the longest time there was only silence. Just as she was about ready to give up, she heard the soft whisper of sheets against skin. Listening closer she heard the faint squeaking of bed springs, followed by a soft moan. Ginny groaned as she identified what she was hearing. Professor Snape was masturbating.

Ginny's body moved by its own volition. She begged her hand not to open the basement door further and she pleaded with her feet not to tip toe down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, she saw that his bedroom door was open just a crack. "Do not look into his bedroom." she ordered herself, but before she knew it she was peering through the crack.

Snape lay in his bed, his back propped up against the head board. The sheet was pulled up, just to his waist. She watched as his hand moved gently under the sheet, slowly pulling, rubbing, stroking. Raising the bottle of Firewhiskey to his lips, he took a drink.

"So. Is that your plan?" He asked, turning his black eyes to look at the door. "Stand there and watch?"

Ginny gasped and took a step back.

Snape chuckled darkly. "I know you're there. If you are going to watch anyway, why don't you come inside and get a better view?"

Ginny's hand slowly reached up and pushed the door open. Still staring at the hand moving lazily beneath the sheet, she slowly stepped into the room.

"I wondered how long it would take you to make your way down here." He removed his hand from under the sheet and rested it on top of his thigh, his erection still tenting the sheet.

"You knew I was in the kitchen?" She asked, surprised by the husky sound of her voice.

"I heard you pacing." He held the bottle of Firewhiskey out to her. "I would stand, but…" He glanced down to his lap and then back to her.

Walking slowly, Ginny approached the bed. Reaching out, she took the bottle of whiskey from his hand and took a long drink.

"Ginny."

"Mm?" She murmured her eyes still riveted on the tented sheet.

"I'm up here."

With an effort that was almost palpable, Ginny tore her eyes away from his lap and tried to focus on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, holding out his hand for the bottle. He took a drink and handed it back to her.

Ginny took another long drink and passed the bottle back. "I don't know." She whispered.

"Mmmm" He grunted, setting the bottle on the nightstand. "Sit." He said, motioning to the end of the bed. Reaching behind him, he tossed a pillow to the foot of the bed.

Ginny took a tentative step towards the bed and then hesitated.

"I won't touch you." He said darkly. "Unless you ask me to."

Ginny laid the pillow against the footboard and climbed up on the bed. Leaning against it, she stretched her legs out next to him.

"What do you want from me, Ginny?"

"I don't know." She whispered.

"I think you do." He said, his black eyes piercing her. "You heard what I was doing when you were in the kitchen and you saw what I was doing when you peeked through the door. Tell me what you want from me, Ginny."

"I want to watch." She said, raising her head and staring him in the eye. "I want to watch you touching yourself."

"Mm." he grunted. Staring at her, he moved his hand under the sheet and began to lightly stroke himself.

"Lower the sheet"

"No." he said firmly.

"But I want to see you." she whispered hoarsely.

"Too bad." He growled, stroking himself quickly a few times, and then slowing again.

"Please. Please lower the sheet." She pleaded.

"What's in it for me?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"It's a simple question. What is in it for me? What will you do for me in return?"

"I, I don't know." she stuttered. "What do you want me to do?"

He chuckled deeply. "What do you think you will do when you go back to your room? Will you touch yourself? Will you fantasize about me?"

"Probably."

"With Ms Granger in the room?" He sneered.

She nodded her head.

"So you'll have to be quiet, careful not to get caught, won't you?"

"Yes." she agreed, nodding her head.

"Why wait? You can moan as much as you want here. Come as hard as you need to."

"So you want to watch me too?" She asked carefully.

"Oh very much so." he groaned, squeezing his cock and stroking himself firmly. "Just think about it." He panted.

He closed his eyes and massaged the head of his cock. Moaning he stroked himself with hard steady strokes. Opening his eyes he stared at her. "Pull the sheet down if you really want to."

Breathing hard, Ginny grasped the sheet and slowly pulled it down. Her eyes widened at the sight of him fisting his erection.

Ginny's pussy ached as she watched him stroking himself. Her eyes traveled from his face to his cock and back again. Groaning, she slowly got to her knees. With her eyes never leaving his, Ginny slipped her hand into her pajama pants and begin to rub her wet folds.

"Oh Gods." she moaned softly as she rubbed her throbbing clit.

A small sexy smirk played across his lips as he watched her rub herself. Stroking himself harder he could feel the beginnings of his orgasm forming in the pit of his stomach. His hand began to fly rapidly across the head his cock. Moaning softly he reached down and gently cupped his balls.

Snape groaned loudly as his orgasm ran through him and come shot out of the end of his cock. Shuddering slightly, he milked the last of his juices out of the tip, the waves of his orgasm rippling through his body.

Ginny rubbed her clit as she watched him come. She was close and her body ached with the need for release. Leaning forward, she placed her left hand on his chest to steady herself, while her right hand rubbed her clit frantically. She slowed her movement as her orgasm exploded within in her.

"Uh" she grunted softly as she slowly rubbed herself through her orgasm.

Panting slightly, she pushed her long red hair out of her face and sat back down on the bed.

Snape reached out and grabbed the bottle off the night stand. He took a long drink and hand the bottle to her.

"Thanks" she said, taking the bottle from him and drinking deeply.

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Much." She said, taking another quick drink before handing him back the bottle. "You?"

Shaking his head, he took a long drink. "I feel great."

Ginny got off the bed and headed towards the door, pausing she turned and looked at him "Would it be alright if I visited you here again sometime?"

"There is nothing 'alright' about you being here with me, Ginny" He said softly. "But I won't turn you away if you come back."
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