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Ginny's Punishment	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 101808 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Hey all. So I decided to write another chapter to this because I couldn’t get this scene out of my head and I needed to let my creative juices flow.

BTW: This has not been to a beta nor have I edited it. I simply wrote this and posted it. Hope you enjoy anyway.

If you want more, let me know!

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How It Began

Ginny stood in front of a large window facing the lake on the Hogwarts grounds. The moon was shining brightly across the grounds, causing everything in its path to glow within its light.

Ginny loved nights like the one. Everything seemed so peaceful, so perfect. It was nights like these where Ginny could pretend that life was normal. Like the worst problems her family had to face was getting everyone together for the holidays and her worst problem would be trying to pass her sixth year of Hogwarts and find a way to get with Harry Potter.

Unfortunately, when the sun came up, her fantasy disappeared. Reality would come crashing down on her and the depression that she kept suppressed for the night reared its ugly.

The reality was that her family lost their home to a Death Eater raid a year ago.

The reality was that her family was fighting for their lives every time they set foot outside of Grimmauld Place, their new home.

The reality was, the boy she was in love with was fighting for his life with her brother and her best girlfriend.

The reality was, Hogwarts was being ran by Lord Voldemort.

Yet, the most painful reality that she had to face was the fact that the new headmaster, someone she had trusted with her life, turned out to be a traitor.

That had hurt more than Harry breaking up with her last summer. Not to say that Snape was ever her favorite teacher, or even that she liked him. But Ginny always felt that Snape was a kindred spirit.

After she was possessed by the diary her first year of Hogwarts, her family had tried to pretend that it never happened. They went on like life was normal—everyone did.

Every time she tried to bring it up, everyone would just pat her head and tell her that she didn’t have to worry about Tom Riddle any longer.

By the time she went to school her second year, she had felt as if she was being eaten from the inside out in the need to vent her anger, frustration, fear, and shame.

It had been Snape who had given her detention and forced her to write about her experience in the chamber, Snape who had offered just a touch of comfort on the shoulder, Snape who had helped her move on. Snape, the dark man with a steel tongue who knew what it was like to hold the darkness within and Snape, the man she had defended on more than one occasion with Hermione to Ron and Harry.

And now it was Snape, the man who killed Albus Dumbledore, whose eyes were void of all emotion whenever she tried to find the man who had been her savior just four years before.

And now Ginny stood in a deserted hallway of Hogwarts, openly defying the new curfew that was set, hoping beyond hope, that something, anything she did would make his eyes sparkle once again.

Ginny snorted out loud. So maybe she had liked and still did hold some type of affection for Snape. And maybe he had been and secretly still was her favorite teacher, making her giggle in class when bullying an incompetent student.

And maybe she hoped, from seeing Remus Lupin receiving his Wolfsbane potion every month anonymously, from him sending her and her friends to Hagrid for detention instead of those horrid Carrows, from the way he kept the portrait of Albus Dumbledore near his desk in the office, that Snape killing Dumbledore was a part of a bigger plan that she didn’t understand.

“Out past curfew, Miss Weasley?”

Ginny closed her eyes; feeling hot little spurts of breath hit her ear. She would know that voice anywhere, could hear it in her dreams sometimes.

“I couldn’t sleep and I needed a change of scenery,” Ginny whispered.

“That is what the common rooms are for. The hallways are for going from one class to another during the day,” he said softly as if he were talking to a first year student.

“Maybe I didn’t want to look at the common room tonight.”

Ginny could feel him pressing the front of his body against her back.

“You risk a lot being out here this time of night, Miss Weasley.”

Ginny couldn’t stop the little shiver of pleasure that slithered down her spine.

“It was a risk I was willing to take.”

She heard him mutter under his breath. Suddenly, her hands were frozen to the window in front of her.

“I hope you are ready to face the consequences of that risk.”

More magic surrounded them—a silencing spell, a notice-me-not spell, a contraceptive spell.

“One last chance, Weasley—go back to your room, take a sleeping draught, and get some sleep,” he whispered into her ear, his hands resting on her hips.

It was then that Ginny remembered that she was wearing a thin, white, cotton night gown underneath a grey, ratty robe.

Ginny’s stomach felt as if butterflies were flying around in her stomach. Gods how she wished she had the strength to tell him to bugger off.

But his hands, his body, his warmth, his smell. Ginny closed her eyes and let his scent over take her senses. He had such a distinctive smell, like herbs and peppermint.

Her normally dormant desire was suddenly flaring to life. It was so intense that she was a slave to it. She couldn’t say no to him.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” she whispered again.

Ginny felt, rather than heard the growl rumbling through his body.

“So be it,” he whispered back.

Magic again, this time her robe and knickers disappeared.

His lips were suddenly caressing the side of her neck while his elegant hands were moving the hem of her nightgown to her hips.

Ginny moaned as his hands moved up her hips, to the sides of her belly, to her modest sized breast.

Warmth pooled in her tummy as he gently caressed her breast, squeezing her erect nipples. His mouth and teeth continued to nip and bite her neck, almost as if he were addicted to her taste.

After what seemed like an eternity of caresses and touches, he moved away. She could sense more so then hear him fumbling around behind her.

And finally, the warmth was back tenfold—not only on her hips, but also at the entrance of her body.

Ginny felt her whole entire body flush with anticipation.

“Weasley,” he whispered, the head of his erection rubbing against her wetness.

“Please,” Ginny whimpered.

And he was there, pushing into her body, past the tightness, past the barrier that declared her innocence.

Ginny winced as he broke her into womanhood, the only real indication that she was in pain being the single tear that fell down her pale, freckled cheek.

She could hear him swearing above her once he was sheathed completely in her body.

His head rested on her shoulders as they both waited for the sting within her body to fade into a dull throb.

Finally, the pain was no more.

Ginny moved her hips back as a message that she was ready for more.

He began moving inside of her gently, holding her hips tightly.

The sensations that she felt from his thrust were overwhelming.

First, his hardness—she was actually quite surprised that something so flaccid most of the time could get as hard as steel in a matter of seconds.

Second, the places his hardness reached. Because she was bent over slightly, the head of his arousal hit a little pleasure button inside of her that made her cunt muscles clamp down firmly against her own accord.

Third, the mind numbing pleasure! Her knees buckled in only a matter of seconds at each thrust, each stroke within her body. She would barely inhale before waves of pleasure would take her breath away in her exhale.

Ginny was so overwhelmed, that she thought her body was shutting down on her.

“Professor—please stop,” she begged, as he continued to possess her body.

“Why?” he asked, his thrusts never slowing down.

“Because, I think I have to go to the bathroom,” Ginny said, her whole entire body flushing with embarrassment.

Instead of stopping like she thought he would, he speed up, getting rougher with his thrust.

The pleasure of his cock and the sensation to pee became even more overpowering.

Ginny tried to stop his assault but with her hands stuck to the window and her hips firmly in his hands, she had no choice but wait until he was either done her she had an accident all over him.

Tears spilled out of her eyes as the pressure in her bladder became even more intense. She was going to pee on him and there was nothing she could do about it.

Finally, the pressure reached a breaking point. Instead of her bladder exploding, like she thought it would, a white hot ball of ecstasy ripped through her body.

She screamed as the pleasure consumed her, tears streaming from her eyes, her pussy clamping down violently on his cock, her juices coating his thighs.

And as Ginny drowned in her sea of bliss, she could hear him roar as he released inside of her body.

When it was all done, he unfroze her hands, returned her robe (though not her knickers—big surprise there) and cleaned her of their fluids.

And when she looked into his eyes, she saw the spark that had been missing—the spark that made giving her body and her innocence to him worth it.
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