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Twenty Ways to Catch a Weasley	By : FairlightMuse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 16454 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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" Don't open your eyes." he ordered.

He had told her to close them prior to their Disapparation, and she sqinched them even tighter after his command, making a deliberately comical face. Even with her eyes closed it was easy to tell there was water nearby. the refreshing fragrance of water filled her senses and made her smile. She always loved the water. . .there was something so exciting about it.
" Can open them now?" she asked as she felt him pull her towards the ground, until her knees were on the grass.

" No, Miss Weasley, you may not." he was moving around beside her and she felt his elbow bump against her arm as he rummaged through the picnic basket. She knew that was what knew that was what he was doing; she could hear the clanking of glass and the rustling of paper.

" Get out of there!!" he snapped." Go on. . .get off the bloody blanket." he was poking the lizard, who had decided to see what was in the basket.

" Don't be rude to Sevvy-baby. . ." she chided.

" That is a ghastly name. . .no, wait, the most ghastly name, I have ever heard." Snape grumbled.

" How about Sweeticums?" she asked.

" The second most ghastly name."

" Snape Junior? He has got your coloring."

" Not if he doesn't get away from this basket. . .he is going to be pickled green. Okay. . .open your eyes now!"

Ginny opened them slowly, wincing a little as the sunlight assaulted her. She looked around her in pleased wonder. . .taking in the marvelous surroundings. He had chosen a scenic position on the grassy shores of a silvery lake. The light wind was causing the seemingly endless surface of the lake to sparkle and dance, so that it fluctuated between blinding beauty and hypnotic splendor. The sky above was an intense blue. . .nothing like the grey and misting sky she had left outside of her window.

It was difficult to tear her gaze from the stunning glamour of her surroundings; from the impossible green grass, and the brilliant colored butterflies that were attacking various bunches of scattered wildflowers. But she wanted to see him, and to let him see her, so she turned to face him, and saw that he was waiting expectantly, his breath held, and his eyes wide and glittery. Seeing her dazed expression, he sighed with relief.

" It is beautiful!! " she whispered. " But. . .it isn't real, is it?"

" Yes it is. . .It is a special place that I come to quite often."

" Where are we?"

" I am not telling. . ." He smiled slightly. " It is a secret."

" Well, it is magnificent anyway. " she said. " What's in the basket?"

" A picnic." he replied, drily.

She gave gave him a wry smile and reached her hand over to open the basket. He slapped it away gently, and glared at her as she made a production of looking wounded. He turned the basket towards himself and flipped open the lid, so that she couldn't peek in, and took out first, a bouquet of silk flowers.

" I would have brought real flowers, but something tells me it would have been unappreciated. These are guaranteed to produce no wanted side effects, although the flinging of arms and the kissing of lips would be enjoyable. "

She took the bundle of flowers from him, and admired the white roses for a painstakingly long time before thanking him in the manner to which he was expectant. He found her teasing to be both annoying and intriguing.

" Now, shall we dine?"

" That sounds marvelous. But. . .I am not sure whether or not I should eat. How do I know if you poisoned the food? Or maybe. . .improved it in anyway?"

" If everything goes like I plan, I won't need any magic to turn you to jelly" he purred, and his voice had a deep silkiness that made her shiver with pleasure. He set out a loaf of bread, and took out a jar of marmalade. " and if you are still leery, you can always lie back and watch me eat." he added.

She saw the marmalade and it sent a jolt through her. The jar was different, of course, but there was still a familiarity to it that caught her attention. He didn't notice, nor did he realize that his words fell on her ears with a slightly different meaning that what he had given them. In fact, he was still busy unpacking grapes and cheese and pastries and cold ham, that it took him a moment to notice that she was not responding.

Glancing up at her, he caught her eyeing the marmalade, and slowly, she wetted her lips with the tip of her little pink tongue.

" Do you want some marmalade?" he asked, offering her the jar.

" What? Oh. . .no! I mean, yes, just not. . .now. " she answered hastily, brushing back some invisible strands of hair in her nervousness.

" Are you sure? There is plenty, and I have jam as well, if you prefer." He rummaged deeper and came out with several small jars of jams and jellies.

" No. . .no, that's fine. what is this?'' she gestured to a glass bowl.

" Eggs. " he proceeded to unpack wine, and apples, and more bread, and kippers. . .He must have charmed the basket to hold the great quantity of food, as well as the plates and glasses.

" We have everything but the candles, however if you desire candles I can produce them. " he poured out a glass of wine for her.

She clinked it against his glass and smiled.

" To the future?" she asked.

" Always. There is never any sense in toasting the past." he agreed.

They set aside the seriousness after that, and began to chat, ( or as close to chatting as Severus Snape could ever be accused of getting); speaking of everything from gossip to the newest research in Potions. After they had eaten almost as must as they could possibly hold, Severus gave his wand a lazy wave and cleared everything up except for the grapes and the wine.

They lay back on their elbows to watch the clouds for awhile. Eating the occasional grape, and seeing how many of them Sevvy-Baby could eat. After a few moments of comfortable silence, He rolled over to face her, and she was struck with just how unbelievable it was that she was sharing a picnic blanket with the snarky bat of a Potion's Master.

" Tell me something " he said.

" Tell you what?" she popped another grape into her mouth.

" Why were you staring at the marmalade?"

She felt her face flush again.

" I'll tell you that, it you will tell me something, first."

" That sounds disturbingly fair."

" Okay, tell me two things. First what does this place really look like, when you don't have this little glamour cast over it?" she smiled and bit the grape seductively between her teeth.

He opened his mouth to deny that he had created the heavenly atmosphere of the lake; but he realized that there would be no getting her to believe him without some serious and possible illegal spell work. So instead, he narrowed his eyes and stuck his great nose up into the air.

" Aren't we being a little too clever for our own good, today, Miss Weasely?" he huffed.

" I don't know. . ., are we?" she countered.

" Well, don't blame if you become shocked or depressed!" he snapped, not as sincerely as he hoped, and taking out his wand, he waved away the glamour.

She smiled as she watched the entire lake scene fall away and be replaced by a grim grey lake, with a flat surface reflecting occasionally the stark iron grey sky above. There was a green film growing over the water's top, and occasionally a frog or some other amphibious creature would fall off into the sludge with a thick splashing sound. The trees were now gnarled and twisted, with mosses and other vegetation falling from the branches like vaporous curtains, and the ground where they sat was spongy under the blanket which he had charmed to repel water.

Turning her head, she could just see a lacy iron fence surrounding them. . .it's intricate scrolled patterns nearly disguised by massive tangles of sly creeping ivy, and wild thorny roses. It was a garden, she thought. Wherever they were, it was a garden of sorts, and she suddenly felt an sudden feeling of love for this lace which was so dear to him. . .and so much more fitted to his persona.

" Leave it like this" she said. '' I think in it's own way, that it is even more beautiful."

" You didn't like the other lake?" he asked, frowning.

" I did. But it was beautiful in an everyday way. This way it is beautiful in a more. . .dark and unappreciated way."

" You are the first person that I have ever allowed in" he said.

" In? To the garden?'' she asked, in a soft voice, feeling their words begin to slip into a meaning beyond the lake.

" In. This deeply." he said, pointedly, and they had been leaning so close to one another that their noses were almost touching. It was only a fraction of an inch, she realized, before she could touch him.. . place a kiss on the sneering curve of his mouth.

She closed her eyes and was about to make the next move, when he stopped her, putting two fingers against her forehead to halt her advance.

" Just a minute." he said in answer to her confused expression. " What was the other thing you were going to ask me?"

" Ohhhh..." she grinned. " I just wanted to know, where on earth did you get that shirt?"

" Shirt?" he looked down at his forgotten apparel. Seeing the homely print, he groaned slightly. " Oh yes. . .from where do you think?"

" Remus?" she asked, raising a brow.

" Yes. He was being exceptionally . . .helpful. "

" Poor man. He's probably still a bit sore about that Boggart joke."

" Poor him. " he mocked, sarcastically.

" I don't care" she said, taking a handful of the shirt in her fist. " I think it looks very. . .fetching . . .on you."

" Fetching?'' he asked, pretending to glare.

She giggled, nodding.

" FETCHING!!!" he dug his fingers cruelly into her ribs, and was shocked and evilly pleased to hear her let loose a wail of protest sharper than any banshee ever dared to utter. Apparently, Miss Weasely was more than extremely ticklish. In fact, she shrieked, trying to writhe out from beneath his hands, her cries for mercy unintelligible. He would giver her mercy but not until he had exacted his punishment thoroughly upon her body.

At last, when there were tears falling from her eyes, and her face was nearly fuchsia, he ceased, but pinned her hands over her head so that she could not retaliate after she had regained her breath.

" Now, it's your turn." he said.

" T-to tickle y-you?" she asked, panting.

" No. Well. . .not at the moment. I want to know about the marmalade. . .?" he wasn't a spy for anything. . . he could tell that she was bothered by the jar.

" It's just that, due to a dream I had once, I don't think I will ever be able to look at marmalade in the same light.'' she said, innocently.

" Maybe you should tell me about this dream. . ." he murmured against her neck.

" Maybe I could show you." she said.

He raised his head up to look into her eyes, trying to determine what she was offering. Did she realize just how tempting she was lying there beneath him? He had both of her wrists clasped easily in one of his hands. . .and he was acutely aware of how much stronger he was than she . Her vulnerability was arousing and exciting; and he wanted to love her. Long and passionately, until she cried out in ecstasy, or swooned beneath him.

She saw those thoughts in his eyes, and felt her breath hitch in her throat,. She had never been with anyone that was so intense, and so mature; and she was nervous about allowing things to progress too swiftly. Instead, she wriggled free and sat up.

" How about you just read my mind? You can do that can't you? " she asked, smoothing her shirt.

" Yes. . .do you trust me enough to allow me in?"

" Otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it. " she said.

Taking her face between his hands, he gave her a long look before muttering the spell under his breath.

It took only a second for him to find the memory, it was at the forefront of her mind, and it took him just a second to absorb it in perfect detail. He fell back from her, stunned and amazed, to catch his breath.

" Well, did you like it?" she asked.

" It wasn't too bad. . ." he allowed in a dry tone, after he had collected his senses. " The marmalade looked very . . .fetching . . .on you.''

" Fetching?" she raised a brow.

" Indubitably," he said, and giving her no chance to protest he jerked her against him, and swallowed her mouth in his own.

" Wait!" she cried out, a little panicky, as he tried to push her back onto the blanket.

" What?" a chill went through him at her flip-flopping emotions. " What is it?"

" Sevvy-Baby! He's under the blanket! We'll squash him! "

He reached around behind her and fumbled under the blanket, pulling out the lizard.

" Go on Sevvy-Baby," he snapped impatiently, " go swimming or something!"

" You said it!!" she laughed as she was pushed fully back onto the blanket.

' ' Said what?" he mumbled against her lips. . .causing her head to reel.

" I can't remember. . ."

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