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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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* Well...I hope it sounds good to you, because it just makes me shake my head and sigh. Fun to write though. . .but just the sexy parts. Wink. Wink. Please review and tell me what you think!!!! Pleeeeeaaaaaase?'' *
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She hurriedly enfolded him in her arms and hugged him to her, nipping at his neck. He wasn't certain whether or not telling her about the candy had been worth the outburst. Why had he felt it so important to mention it? He was the one who had been working so hard to prove he was sincere. . .However he had gotten something from her that he had never thought to hear from her. . .and admission of love. And now she was warm and willing under him, burning him with her eager hands as she frantically unbuttoned the front of the ugly shirt.

He might never understand her, but he was sure as hell intoxicated on her!

She took his hands and returned them to where they had been before he had drawn back to make his confession. He could completely engulf her breast in his palm, and he was gain reminded of how fragile she was. Or at least, how fragile she appeared to be. She was biting him mercilessly along his chest, after she had his shirt completely removed.

She liked the way he appeared pale, like the moon, under this grey light and she found herself in possession of a wild curiosity to see just what he did look like, unclothed. . completely. He seemed to have the same desire, for he reached down and with a simple flick of his wrist, he tore the front of her blouse completely open. The buttons disappeared into the swampy grass, never to be found again.

Not that she cared in the least. . .she never liked the shirt anyway.

" Shmuff goof" he mumbled as he burrowed his face in her cleavage, with so much enthusiasm that she thought for a moment that he was going to climb on in.

" What?" she gasped, wriggling around to try to help him with the brassiere clasps.

'' I said sorry about the buttons. . ."

" No. .. you didn't" she giggled.

" Yes I did. . ." he snapped the bra loose and wasted no time in covering her breast with tiny wet kisses. " Didn't I?"

" Okay, you win. " she sighed, turning her attention to more important matters. . .such as biting his shoulder. . .and caressing his sides and back with the absolute lightest touches she could manage. He shivered unexpectedly; not being someone who was accustomed to such sincere gentleness. She was fire with her words and with her mind, but beneath him she was sweet and honeyed and almost shy.

How many layers of Ginny were there? Enough to keep someone like him intrigued for years to come? Maybe so, maybe not, but at the moment, with probability and the art of playfulness satisfactorily combined, he was willing to sacrifice every second of his existence to solve her riddle.

She herself was overwhelmed with the the events that were transpiring. Here she was, actually being ravished by Severus Snape! Well, maybe not ravished. . .that term always brought to mind the barbaric warrior kidnapping the heroine and securing her in his hold so that he could have his way. . .the image of Severus in the role of barbaric warrior was too much to try to imagine at the moment. . .although she would have to be certain to secure it for later, just in case she decided to use these moments to ' keep herself company' with in lonely times . .which she was certain she would.

Especially what he was doing at the moment. It might not be ravishment, but it was just as fun to watch him suckling so vehemently at the tender nipple of her right breast. She noted with dazed fascination the inky puddle of his ebony hair as it spilled across her chest. . .the little tendrils cascading over her side. The fact that it concealed his face from her view only made what was happening more exciting.

Then he began, without urging or excuse, to kiss his way down her body, planting light kisses on her abdomen. He was was not one of the worlds tender and romantic lovers. He knew what he wanted, and what she needed and he was determined to get straight to the point with the least amount of time wasted in pointless caresses. Especially this time, because after all, the more time that passed, the better the chance was that something was going to interrupt them.

Not that he was pessimistic. . .just practical.
Which is also why he opted for undressing her by use of his wand, instead of the traditional way, which would have been more preferable. There was nothing in the world quite like unwrapping the best gift in the slowest manner possible. . .but it would have to wait for another time, as he was sure that she would be the gift that kept on giving. Taking up his wand, he had her jeans and shoes off. .. leaving only a pair of wine colored knickers between himself and the place he wanted to call home.

He had just ran his hands firmly down her sides, and hooked his fingers under the band, when she sat up abruptly, shaking her head.

" Are you still dressed?" she asked, fingering his leg through the material of his trousers. " Now I ask you, how fair is that?"

He hesitated at that, . Was he really going to completely disrobe himself in front of her. . .out here? The thought of his naked rear end pointed towards the heavens as they made wild love was not a beautiful or welcome image. In fact, it was almost ludicrous, and he almost called the whole business off due to a fear of vulnerability.

Ginny had never encountered a male with any forms of shyness, and it took her a moment to realize what had caused the frozen and horrified look in his eyes. Taking his wand gently from him with one hand, while using the other to preoccupy him in a clever manner, she transfigured his shirt into a large sheet of cloth, thick that it could npt be seen through, yet soft enough to cover them gently without encumbering any movements they might decide to make.

He had just enough to time to appear grateful for the covering, before she tapped him quickly with his own wand, completely divesting him of every article of clothing he had been wearing. Frowning, he opened his mouth to protest, his face pinkening slightly under her sweeping inspection. But she gave him no time. . .she had been aroused for two entire weeks now, and she wasn't going to let him squirm his way out of this now. Not that he was trying too hard to escape her. . .when she reached up for him, he met her halfway, their lips connecting in a bruising yet searing kiss.

It quickly became a battle of sorts to determine who was actually in charge. . .she who had always been the stronger of any couple, or he, who would be boss no matter what the situation was?

It was he who was bold enough first to touch her, but she followed suit quickly, touching better. His kiss was deeper, hers was more erotic. He pinned her to the blanket so that she could not roll him over, but she was the one who wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him completely. Poised there, his body straining to touch hers, but only barely brushing the damp curls, they called it a draw, and a truce, and what he asked for with his eyes, she gave permission for with hers.

Covering her mouth with his he at last sank inch by inch into the heated wetness, and she growled in appreciation of his enthusiasm. . .arching her hips up to meet him halfway. She began right away to move, trying to urge him to join her, but he hel her still a moment.

" A moment. . .there is no . . .hurry. " he gasped, resting his forehead against hers.

That was novel idea to Ginny. Her partners had always been into a quick thrill. . .never a long and leisurely screw. However she wasn't going to complain. . .she had also never been with a partner that was as ' gifted ' in the anatomical sense; which made her feel very fulfilled. Or at least, very full, and very filled. In every sense.

" Please. . .? " she finally whispered, unable to now control her body.

It was making helpless little movements of it's own accord, and she squeezed him tightly. . .causing him to draw in a sharp breath. He wanted this to be a wonderful memory for her, not just a quick roll in the grass, but if she was going to continue with that, then he was going to have to really concentrate.

" No. " he said. " Slowly..." and to emphasize his point, he drew out slowly, until he was nearly separated from her. Then, with an arrogant thrust of his hips, he re-entered sharply, embedding himself fully once more. He repeated this motion three more times, watching her eyes glaze over, and her lips part. Then he alternated by remaining for a count, and applying three short stabbing blows, connecting with her cervix and eliciting a breathy moan of pleasure from her throat. He continued this rhythm, three long strokes, and three short strokes; giving her sweet firm kisses between each.

Ginny caught onto it right away, and began to tilt her hips to ensure that every stroke landed exactly where she needed it the most; and she answered his kisses sweetly, running her tongue into his mouth and tracing his teeth with fervor.

Had a woman ever voluntarily offered to put her tongue into his mouth before? He couldn't recall an instance of it in the past, yet there was Ginny, kissing him as though her little life depended on it, and the uniqueness of the gesture shot like a miniature bolt of lightening down his spine, and into his groin. He quickened his pace, just enough to be noticeable, lowering his weight onto her fully so that his hands were free to roam.

One of them went directly to her hip, where he could guide her more heavily into his thrusts. The other hand wormed in between there bodies, his thumb seeking to please her even more. He had never actually discovered the clitoris for himself, none of his affairs had lasted long enough, but as soon as he didn't have to ask if he had found it or not this time. Ginny gave a little cry and locked her ankles as her entire body went rock hard with tension as soon as his digit connected with the sensitive flesh.

Her heels were digging into his backside, her nails bit into the flesh of his back, and it felt as though his ribs were slowly being cracked. . .but he couldn't say that it wasn't worth it. It was...

Ginny felt what promised to be one of the most powerful orgasms of her life begin welling up from somewhere near her toes, and she tried to whisper it to him, as she ground against him, enjoying all to much the intense hugeness of him as her muscles contracted in anticipation. It built in her lower back, a fire fanned and fed by his now zealous rocking.

She reached for it, focusing on it with every molecule of her body and mind, and when it came, it exploded within her, like a punch in the belly, and she gritted her teeth, unable to even scream. He wasted no time in increasing his speed even more, taking his pleasure from her quivering walls, relishing the unbelievable tightness that surrounded him as he came, filling her with his seed.
As his body relaxed against hers, her legs still locked firmly around his waist, he remembered that they had cast no contraceptive spell. With his face buried in her neck, he fumbled around in the blankets searching for his wand.

Ginny giggled a little, as his motions were highly pleasurable to her.

" What are you looking for? " she murmured, stroking his hair.

" My wand. Need to do contraceptive spell. .. "

" I took care of that already. '' she said.

'' When?"

" This morning."

" Do you take this precaution every morning?" he asked, nuzzling the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck.

" No...only since you started hanging around. I didn't want the thought of it to ruin any moment like this that might occur." she kissed his ear again. " And if I had known that it would be this good-"

" Shit!!" he hissed between his teeth as though in sudden pain.

" What is it?" she asked, concerned.

He pulled away from her, grasping his arm.

" I am being summoned!" he said, his voice both irritated and disbelieving. Why was he being summoned now, of all times? " Oh no. . .! Why now!?"

Ginny sat up instantly laying a hand over his.

" Summoned? Do. .. you really have to go?" she knew he did.

" Yes." he jumped to his feet, not noticing his nakedness as he began gathering his clothes. She noticed it. . .and even though she was disappointed at the interruption, she took a moment to admire his slim form as he bent and twisted, trying to pull the pants hasitly onto his sweat dampened body. She was kind enough to return his shirt to it's original form, and hadnd it to him.

" I am sorry that this had to occur. . '' he said, kneeling down for a minute to kiss her. " Let me make a portkey for you so that you can return home. "
Ginny watched as he did a hasty spell on the basket, before standing once more. She too, rose to her feet, covering herself with the picnic cloth.

" Severus!!" she called to him, just as he was prepared to disappear.

She knew he did not have much time, a summons from Voldemorte was not something to be ignored; however she couldn't let him go that easily. She threw herself into his arms one last time, pressing a kiss to his surprised mouth.

" Come back to me alive!" she ordered. " Promise me that no matter what, you'll come back to me alive!"

" I will come back. . ., I always do." he was confused by her request, yet he couldn't help but feel touched by the tone of fearful desperation in her voice. He gave her a slight, reassuring smile, and planted a small kiss on her forehead.

Then he stepped away from her and with a echoing crack of sound, he vanished.

Ginny wiped away a tear that was threatening to escape. . .chiding herself for being so stupidly emotional at a moment like this. She should be kicking up her heels, her body felt great! Exhausted, but great.

The picnic cloth had fallen away from her while she was kissing him goodbye, and now she felt a little chill. The day must be growing rather old, and it was time to go home. She dressed herself slowly, using a temporary charm to hold her blouse together. It took her nearly ten minutes to find Sevvy-Baby, who had crawled into a short thick leafed plant to sleep.

With one last sigh, she swept a last look around, and couldn't help but grin. This was definitely going to be one of the best memories she had, just as soon as she could convince her own overwhelmed mind that it had actually happened, and was not just another wicked and beautiful dream.

No...she thought. . .her dreams had never been so good.

TBC>>>
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