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The Day I Did Snape-Complete!	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 47177 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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November was a confusing month for Ginny. The day after her rape from Snape, she woke up next to Lucius Malfoy out of all people.

The pureblood had been very different from what she thought he could be. He was calm, patient, and supportive until she felt well enough to go back to her room.

Though he had to go back home, with the permission of Dumbledore, he made a powerful port key that would transport her to Malfoy Manor to recover from Snape’s future ‘training’. Ginny, at that time, hadn’t had the heart to argue against his obvious effort to get her to his home.

As soon as Ginny had gone back in her room to get more rest for the night (the powerful sleeping draught that Snape made helped a lot), she had gotten a note from Snape telling her to go down to his office directly after breakfast the next day.

Ginny had been very nervous about that—it had really only been a day after Snape raped her and she hadn’t been sure if she could face him. At breakfast, she found it impossible to eat. Luckily, her friends were too busy trying to figure out where she had been for the past two days to notice her lost appetite. Ginny didn’t even remember what lie she told them, but it seemed to work for they left her alone and returned to their breakfasts ten minutes later.

When breakfast had finished and Ginny was on her way out the door, Draco had pulled her aside discreetly and asked if she was okay. Although Ginny was surprised at the amount of concern in his eyes, she told him that she was okay.

Draco had looked at her for a long time before giving a slight nod of the head and moving on to bigger and better things (like teasing Harry about giving her a goodbye kiss at breakfast).

By this time Ginny had walked into Snape’s office, biting her lip to get a grip on the emotions that she was feeling.

Snape had been grading the papers on his desk. He looked up from the pile at the sound of Ginny’s entrance.

“Please, sit down Miss Weasley,” Snape said motioning to a chair with his quill.

Ginny took her bag from around her shoulder and sat. She was a little surprised at the lack of emotion that came flooding back to her after looking into his dark eyes—it was almost like she had already forgiven him.

“Miss Weasley—I had the displeasure of being called home last night by my mother. I hadn’t been very informant of our circumstances to her,”

Ginny frowned at this.

“How did she find out if you didn’t tell her—no one in the school knows about my pregnancy yet?”

“In my home there is a giant wall with the family tree of every Snape ever born on it. Every time a Snape is bound together or they conceive the wall shifts to add the new member of the family to it. She spotted my leaf and called me to Snape Manor to clear up a few things for her,”

“Oh I see,” she said twisting her hands in her lap.

“My mother isn’t happy with the union but wants you to come to our home for the holiday nonetheless,” Snape said.

“But I can’t Professor—I always spend the holidays with my family,”

“You have no choice Miss Weasley—not if you want to remain loyal to the Dark Lord,”

Ginny sighed.

“Though that was important to tell you Miss Weasley, I have a few questions to ask you,” Snape said.

Ginny shrugged a shoulder wearily to show she was willing.

“The night I found you in bed with Mister Malfoy senior, did you engage in intercourse with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Yes I shagged him,” she said.

“Did anything significant happen during the act?”

“Yes—we were bound together like you and I were. I tried telling him no and that we shouldn’t but the magic was too strong. I attempted telling you about it before but you were too busy being an asshole at the time,” Ginny said bitterly, glaring at Snape.

Snape pinched the bridge of his crooked nose with his fingers.

“I believe I owe you an apology Miss Weasley. I tend to be very stubborn and hurtful when I feel that I’ve been betrayed. All of those things I said about you—well I didn’t mean them. I just wanted you to hurt as much as I was hurting,”

The anger and hurt drained from Ginny’s body. Having Snape confess something that personal made it impossible for her to continue being mad at him—her old emotions for him started to surface at an alarming rate. She started to fidget in her chair and changed the subject.

“What do we do now? I mean—I’m bound to Malfoy and you, is that even possible?”

“It is only possible in certain situations with certain potions. Luckily for the both of us, it helps me narrow down the potions even better than before. Until then, I will continue to train you for taking the Mark,”

Ginny nodded her head. An awkward silence fell over them. Ginny wanted to run into his arms and have him hold her like he used to.

Instead, Snape simply dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

Ginny’s day of calming fears and talking hadn’t been over at that point. After her DADA class, Bill pulled her aside and asked her if she was alright. It took her close to an hour to convince Bill that she was alright and that the training that Snape gave her was necessary (though Bill never found out what the training was).

As time went on and Snape continued to train her, both physically and mentally, she was grateful for the escape to Malfoy Manor. Lucius was pleasant company and nursed her back to health every time

On average, after Snape ‘trained’ Ginny, it would take her about two days before she was mentally ready to go back to school. Lucius was surprisingly pleasant to be around in that time. He read to her, told her stories, or helped her out with homework she was having trouble with (Lucius was almost disgustingly smart though many people forgot when admiring his looks).

For Ginny, Malfoy Manor became more of a home to her than the Burrow ever was (it did help when Narcissa Malfoy left the house when she could no longer stand the horrible way the house ran—thankfully after she left, the house stopped its destructive behavior).

The best part about it, Ginny was sure Lucius felt something for her back though she didn’t know if it was because he was waiting to get into her knickers again or if it was because he really liked her. They laughed and teased each other a lot and as time went on, they became a little more touchy feely.

After a month of the slow building relationship, Ginny began to feel little fluttering of love in her chest for Lucius. Of course, she would never admit such a thing to him but secretly she knew.

And the love she had for Lucius was a guilty love because, despite his cold ways toward her, she was still in love with Snape.

Ginny never like to think about something like that for long, so instead she focused on her studies, her new fake boyfriend Harry, and her strange yet joyful bonding times she had with Draco in the library. Life was good and life was quiet at Hogwarts. Yet nothing at the school ever stayed that way for long.

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Serena Adams stood in front of the gates of Hogwarts with her winter fur coat wrapped around her body tightly, a hat on top of her head with the hood up, and mittens on her hands. She simply did not understand why Scotland had to be so dark and cold! Wasn’t it enough that there was snow on the ground?

Sighing, Serena cast her third warming charm of the night on her person, trying to get up the courage to ring the bell on the gate. Going through the gates of Hogwarts would change her life dramatically. And though Serena had always secretly dreamed of the change, she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it.

At the same time, she understood that fate would do whatever it wanted. She needed to go to Hogwarts—it was the only way to help her mom.

Taking a deep breath, Serena reached up to ring the bell. To her surprise, the door simply opened. She cocked her head to the side in question but went through nonetheless. She gently closed the gate behind her and groaned at the long trek to the castle. Luckily she put a cushioning charm in her high heels and there was a shoveled snow path to the school.

Though it was only two weeks into December and the snow fall was light, Serena didn’t know the difference.

Midway to the castle, Serena was cursing every god she could think of. Why did Hogwarts have to be in Scotland? Was this bad karma for her throwing a piece of tissue on the ground the other day?

After deciding that polluting the earth was something she didn’t want to get punished for again, Serena continued her walk. Twenty minutes later she was at the castle door.

Even with the cold, Serena had broken out in a sweat. She took out her elegant white wand and ran it over her person all of a sudden feeling nervous about everything. She felt empowered when her makeup was refreshed and her clothing was no longer sweaty.

Serena took out a mirror and looked over her features. She had beautiful skin the color of cooper. It always shone brightly with health and smoothness. He cheek bones were high and finely sculpted. But the most stunning feature on her was her deep blue eyes.

Her jet black hair, covered with a pure white hat, fell down her back in beautiful glossy curl. Her body, hidden beneath her elegant fur coat shone with strength. She was by no means petite—not even really slim. She was simply a woman with a normal body frame—one that the media tended to never aspire to.

Serena stared at the golden doors, tapping her foot to get off some of the nervous energy. Death Eaters were looking for her and the Headmaster inside was the only person who could truly protect her.

Squaring her shoulders, Serena walked through the castle doors. She gasped out loud at the beauty of the interior. It was like a fairy tale come true with its high ceilings and golden structure everywhere.

Serena let her hood down and slipped her mittens off her hands. Letting her instincts run free, Serena wandered around until she found another set of large doors, only instead of gold, they were cooper. She could hear a hum of muffled voices through it. Thinking that she could find someone to point her in the right direction, she opened the doors and walked through. The hall was full of students in horrible uniforms.

‘The poor dears,’Serena thought absently, ‘It must be required.’

The hall was so noisy that no one noticed her presence. Serena took that advantage to study it. It was simply beautiful—and the ceiling … well the ceiling was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. It was like a never ending always shifting century painting.

Taking off her hat, she shook her head so that her black curls sprang up. She glanced to the front of the hall to a table full of older men and women, obviously the teachers of the school.

The one who stood out most was the oldest one sitting at the table. He had on elegant burgundy robes that simmered in the candle light. He was elegant, poised, and full of life despite the obvious signs of aging.

Butterflies started to flutter in her stomach. She couldn’t do it—she couldn’t go through with it. She couldn’t stand that thought of the nice older man rejecting her. He looked so perfect and Serena was anything but.

Just as she was about to turn on her heel and fled the scene, the older man locked eyes with her.

He cocked his head to the side, as if questioning why she was there. Serena gluped and turned back toward the front of the room.

‘It’s now or never,’ she thought, walking toward the teacher’s table.

It was the echoing click of her high heeled shoes and the elegance of her clothing that made the noise to change to rumbling whispers.

When she finally made it to the table, she gave a shy but stunning smile. A handsome red headed man’s fork fell to his plate as he stared at her with his mouth open. The rest of the staff looked at her curiously.

Serena glanced at the old man once again.

“Are you Albus Dumbledore?” she asked quietly.

“The last time I checked I was,” the old man said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“My name is Serena Adams and I live in LA in California. I’ve been having a little trouble with … what do you call them … Death Eaters?”

Dumbledore’s twinkle died instantly but his smiled stayed.

“We can’t have that happening now can we? How about we go into my office for some tea and sandwiches—you have eaten haven’t you?” Dumbledore asked standing from his seat.

“Headmaster is there something we should be doing?” the dark man sitting next to Dumbledore asked, his deep, sensual voice reaching Serena.

Dumbledore patted the dark man’s hand and gently.

“Everything is fine Severus. Miss Adams and I will be going to my office to discuss a few things. I expect you and the other professors to stay down here and supervise the students,” Dumbledore said walking from around the table.

Taking Serena’s elbow, he began to lead her down the long tables to the copper door.

Before they could get any further, a squeal was heard throughout the Great Hall. All eyes were on an average sized brown haired girl with a little too much make-up on.

“Oh my god! You’re Serena Adams!” she said, waving a copy of Witch Weekly in the air.

“I think we should go now before they all start asking me for autographs,” Serena murmured, speeding up her pace.

Dumbledore, a man who worked well at going with the flow, matched her speed. Luckily for the both of them, everyone was too busy flooding to the copy of Witch Weekly to pay attention to her at that moment.

They both fled the hall, leaving the rest of the Professors to sort out the chaos.

“Don’t you want to know more about why I’m here?” Serena asked

Dumbledore patted her hand.

“The walls are alive at Hogwarts but they are not always prone to keeping our secrets,” he said.

Before Serena could question his strange metaphor, an older woman with a pointy witch’s hat burst through the door.

“Albus, what happened? Do you need me for anything,” she asked.

“Everything will be fine Minerva. I will talk to you later about this—right now I need you to calm the students down and get them into their beds,”

The old woman pursed her lips but didn’t argue against what he said.

“Fine then,” she said, turning to go back into the chaos ridden Hall.

Serena and Dumbledore were silent on the five minute walk to the Headmaster’s office.

Once they made it up the stairs, Dumbledore led Serena through a door that had a private sitting room.

“Would you like tea my dear,” Dumbledore asked, sitting in a comfortable chair.

“No thanks—never cared too much for tea though if you could get me a warm glass of apple cider that would be much appreciated,” Serena said sitting down on the other end of the couch.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers and gave the request to the tiny house elf that appeared in his office.

Serena took that opportunity to take off her warm fur coat and drape it across the arm of the couch.

By the time she settled comfortably into the couch, the house elf had popped back into the room and served their drinks with a tray of sandwiches.

“Now that we are in a place a little more private, would you mind telling me what happened and who sent you? It’s not every day that a famous model like yourself comes into Hogwarts for a social call,” Dumbledore asked after taking a sip of his tea.

Serena gave Dumbledore a brittle grin.

“How did you know who I was?” she asked.

Dumbledore waved his hand. Seconds later, December’s copy of Witches Weekly flew into his hands.

On the cover she had on bright red stockings held up by garters. She had on a deep red nightie with a silk red robe that had a furry outline. She had her bright red painted nail in her mouth and she was staring at everyone provocatively. Her hair had been put up in a very sexy French twist. The magazine winked back at her mockingly.

“Why do you have Witches Weekly in your office? Do you take them away from the students or something?” Serena asked raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore chuckled.

“No, I simply enjoy the quizzes,”

Serena laughed out loud at the answer. The Headmaster was a strange man indeed.

Taking a sip of her drink, she began to tell her story.

“Well, last week I was home with my mother. I was taking a much needed break from the public eye and simply wanted to have a nice night with just me and her. During our dinner, Death Eaters attacked my home. We managed to get away but at great cost to my mother’s health. I rushed her to the hospital afterwards. It was there that she told me to come to you to stay safe—a few days later she went missing,”

Dumbledore leaned back in the couch, furrowing his brow.

“Why would your mother send you to me?”

“Well … because I’m your daughter,”

Dumbledore spit his tea across the room before coughing. Serena patted his back, cursing herself for telling him in such a ham fisted way.

“Daughter? I’m sorry to say my dear but I think I would know if I had a child,” he sputtered.

“Not if my mother neglected to tell you—she told me that you guys had an affair years ago during your vacation in America. One day you left her unexpectedly and didn’t send her anything to show her that you still wanted to talk to her. She gave up on ever hearing from you again. It was three months later that she found out that she was pregnant with me. She made the decision to raise me as a single parent,”

“Georgia Adams is your mother?” he asked softly, his old eyes changing from surprise to tenderness.

Serena nodded her head yes.

“I can see it now—you are almost a spitting image of her,”

Dumbledore ran a hand over his face staring at the ground in front of him. Serena shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The last thing she wanted to do was bring up feelings of guilt for the old man.

“I apologize Serena—it’s not that I am not happy about finding out that I have a daughter, it’s just a lot for me to take in right now,”

“I understand,”

After a few more moments, Dumbledore spoke again.

“You’re mother is gone?”

“As far as I know she is,” Serena said.

“Then I fear that there isn’t much more I can do tonight without getting the Order together and utilizing our resources. For now, let’s get you fed and rested,”

“But all of my stuff is back at this little town called Hogsmade—”

“Don’t worry about it my dear. We aren’t magical beings for nothing. Your stuff will be in your room by the time you get there tonight. I will get Professor McGonagall to get you a room. We can talk more tomorrow if that is agreeable with you,”

“Of course,” Serena said putting her tea cup down on the table in front of her.

Dumbledore grabbed her hands and gave her a warm smile.

“I can’t wait to get to know you a little better Serena—I can already see a little bit of my mother in your eyes. Maybe we can get together and have tea when I’m not too busy, to catch up on what we’ve both missed in our lives,”

Serena smiled back.

“Of course—I would like that a lot,”
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