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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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A/N: If you don’t like Voldemort like sex, follow the ----------- lines to avoid it!

Ginny pointed her wand at her Dark Mark. She popped out of the safe haven of Grimmauld Place and reappeared in a lush room that rivaled Malfoy Manor’s rooms.

Voldemort sat in a luxurious wing back chair near a large window covered with blood colored drapes.

He wore a dark green bathrobe. His bare legs and arms presented a nice lean and muscular picture but did not take away the disturbing reality that it was tainted with dark magic. Sheets of muggle note book paper offered a better sight for one’s eyes than Voldemort’s skin, which was so pale; one could almost see his veins.

His unnaturally flat face held disturbing similarities with his familiar, a snake.

He stared at Ginny with his blood red eyes and gave a cold, scaly smile.

“Ginevra, so nice of you to join me tonight,”

‘You make me sound as if I had a choice you pale bastard’

“I couldn’t wait to see you again my lord,” Ginny said, bowing her head submissively.

Voldemort motioned for her to sit down on the large, fluffy bed filled with green silk sheets. He began to sift through her thoughts. Ginny’s mental walls went up and began to feed him images her preplanned images.

She fed him an image of Harry caressing her belly and looking into her eyes affectionately. That image gave way to another image of Harry kissing her passionately in the hallway before one of her classes at Hogwarts. She even painted an image of Harry making passionate love to her in a dark corner of Hogwarts. From the way he let out little grunts of satisfaction, she was feeding him the right stuff.

“I imagine he trusts you with his life,” Voldemort said, rubbing his chin with his skinny fingers.

Ginny resisted the urge to look at him

“He would die for me my lord. I’m sure of it,”

Voldemort let out a spine chilling chuckle.

“Keep doing what you’re doing for now Ginevra. If I need you to change your tactic I will tell you. For now, come here,” he said.

Ginny stood and made her way over to the Dark Lord. The little spark of desire he had in his eyes as she walked towards him was unsettling.

She thought her simple green nightie would prevent the desire but it seemed to spark it rather than extinguish it.

Ginny finally stood at Voldemort’s feet. She closed her eyes as he put his cold fingers on her pregnant belly. The magic began to flow steadily into his thin frame. Ginny looked down at Voldemort, noticing a strange phenomenon take place before her very eyes.

Voldemort’s skin began to slowly change from a pale white color to the peachy hue of human flesh. His skin seemed to lose a little bit of its scaly quality and hair stubble appeared on his bald head. Those few changes were so small that it would have taken a very close observer to notice.

The change that really made Ginny stare in shock was the nose that slowly appeared on Voldemort’s face.

Ginny lost her ability to think coherently.

‘What in gods name is going on?’

“You’re so beautiful Ginevra. Your beauty captured me from the moment you came into my sight and my heart became yours the moment you became mine,” Voldemort said in a dreamy voice.

This wasn’t happening. There was no way evil, scaly Voldemort was sweet talking her?

Voldemort abruptly pulled his hand away from her belly and stared at her in horror.

“Get into the bed,” he said coldly, shoving her away from him.

Ginny stumbled and fell. She managed to catch herself on her palms before hitting the ground full force. She hid the look of hatred she had on her face and made her way over to the bed, sliding underneath the silk covers.

“Severus!” Voldemort bellowed.

A few seconds later, Snape was in the room, wearing nothing but his long night shirt.

“You called me my lord,” Snape asked, bowing down low to the ground.

Ginny noticed that Snape looked as if he jumped out of bed to answer the summons. Despite her anger, she actually felt a little sorry for him. Voldemort was not in a good mood after he became all mushy on her and there was no doubt in Ginny’s mind that he was going to take that slip out on Snape.

“Tell me what that old fool has been up since we have last spoken,” Voldemort said, composing himself from his moment of tenderness by sitting up straighter and setting his piercing gaze on Snape.

Snape glanced over at the bed, spotting Ginny. His expression remained blank.

Ginny resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at the git. He really was an arse when he wanted to be!

“My lord, with all due respect, I am always eager to tell you the plans of the old fool. Unfortunately, I am not comfortable telling you such valuable information in front of another follower,”

Voldemort stared at Snape for a long time before sliding his wand out of his pocket and throwing his favorite unforgivable at the dark man.

Snape fell to the ground, twitching and letting out shallow breaths with an occasional moan of pain. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Snape was suffering from the Cruciatus curse.

“I didn’t ask if you were comfortable with sharing your information around my lover. I asked you to tell me what the old man was planning,” Voldemort said coldly.

Ginny stared at the sight horrified. Snape may have pissed her off with his attitude but she would never wish for him to be hurt the way Voldemort was hurting him.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the Dark Lord lifted the curse from Snape. He lifted himself from the floor and stood shakily on both of his legs. His brow was damp with sweat and his body shook from the aftershocks of the curse.

Voldemort stared at him with silent rage.

“Now give me my report,”

“Of course my lord—I am not worthy of your punishment,” Snape said bowing his head.

Voldemort simply looked at him, clutching his wand impatiently in his hand.

Snape knew the look and began to talk.

“The old fool is still attempting to draw the giants on his side by sending the half giant to act as the ambassador. He is also attempting to recruit some seventh year Slytherins to join the Order,”

Voldemort cast the Cruciatus on Snape once again.

Ginny resisted the urge to hex the scaly bastard to save her first lover. Instead, she dug her nails into her hand and watched grimly.

“I want more Severus! I don’t care about his attempts to recruit people who are already on my side! I want his war strategy! I want to know what his offensive attacks will be!”

For minutes, which felt like hours to Ginny, Snape was held victim of the Cruciatus curse before once again being released.

“Again my lord—I am not worthy of your punishment. I have failed you as a spy for the old fool has told me nothing of his offensive attack. He seems to be waiting for you to do something,” Snape said, his voice sounding gritty.

“Well nothing can be done right now. Next time I expect you to give me better information than the load of shit you’ve been feeding me tonight. Now, get over to where Ginevra is. If you can’t perform this next task right then you have lost all of your usefulness to me,” Voldemort said gesturing to where Ginny laid.

Snape swayed a little before making his way to the bed as quickly as he could despite the after affects of the curse. When he made it to the bed, he touched the covers and grimaced in pain. It only took seconds for Ginny to realize that his nerves were more sensitive due to the exposure to the Cruciatus curse.

Without even thinking clearly Ginny grabbed his wrist on her stomach. The pain on Snape’s face shifted into one of relief. He looked down at her with a strange spark in his eyes. She looked back, unable to hide the affection she still had for him, even with the surfacing anger she held from his stubbornness to be with her.

“Get on with it Severus! I want to see you fucking my new slut,” Voldemort bellowed from the other side of the room.

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Snape rolled his eyes and snatched his hands away from Ginny’s belly. He pulled off his night shirt, his pale body coming into view.

Ginny couldn’t help but drool a little at the sight. The man’s body really was a gift to woman kind. If only he didn’t speak …

Snape ripped the covers from Ginny’s body. He stared down at her gown clad body coldly. He grabbed the bottom of it and bunched it up over her belly.

“Hmmm … Severus I want you to go down on her. I do so love to see Ginevra wriggling around in pleasure,” Voldemort hissed, unbuttoning his own robes.

Snape gave Ginny a glare that by all means should have killed her before pulling her to the edge of the bed. To her surprise, he inhaled her scent deeply before putting a tentative tongue on her blood engorged clit.

Ginny let out a whimper. Her pussy began to release it juices at an alarming rate. Snape lapped at her clit like a cat, occasionally dipping his tongue into her hole before going back to circle her clit.

Ginny arched her back and began to moan a little louder. Even though his exploration was tentative, he managed to make her shake uncontrollably with passion. She forgot how explosive Snape’s simple touch could be to her nerves. Either the man was a sex god or she was too easily pleased with sex.

“Put two fingers into her pussy Severus,” Voldemort said quietly from his chair. Ginny risked a look at him and was surprised, disgusted and fascinated to see the dark wizard stroking his cock while watching them.

Ginny shut her eyes and focused on Snape’s gentle touch. He put one long finger into her hot body and began to pump it.

“How wet is she Severus?” Voldemort asked in a strained voice.

“She’s dripping my lord,” Snape said, his voice husky.

Snape added a second finger. He curled both of them, hitting Ginny’s G spot. Ginny cried out and began to move her hips into his hand at her own pace.

Heat washed over her body swiftly, her toes curling, her fingers clutching the sheets. Each little spark of pleasure pooled into her belly, building for the inevitable explosion.

Ginny suddenly felt an extra set of fingers sifting through her hair. Her eyes snapped open, only to be faced with Voldemort’s red passion filled eyes. He was still stroking himself with one hand even while he caressed her long locks with his other.

“What do you want the Professor to do to you Ginny?” the Dark Lord asked softly.

Ginny was too far gone to be creped out by the situation. The way Snape worked his fingers were heavenly.

“I want him to fuck me,” Ginny moaned thrusting her hips roughly against his hand once again.

“It will all come in due time Ginevra. For now, Severus’ job is to make you come with his mouth and fingers,” Voldemort said.

Ginny’s body was taunt, ready to explode in bliss. Yet, she felt as if she were missing something important.

“Professor … will you talk to me?” Ginny moaned, screaming when his fingers hit her G spot once again.

“If I talk to you Miss Weasley, I won’t be able to suck your needy little clit,” Snape purred, the vibrations of his voice bouncing off of her flesh.

That one little statement pushed Ginny over the edge. She felt her body burst into flames as each little nerve made itself known in every part of her body.

Ginny didn’t know how long she lay there, recovering from her orgasm. Snape gently withdrew his fingers and stood when she finally stopped trembling on the bed.

“I’m ready to see you fuck her now Severus,”

Voldemort continued to pull on his cock at a steady pace, smirking at the sight of Ginny’s boneless body.

Snape pushed Ginny’s night gown up higher up on her body, uncovering her pert nipples into the cold air. He gave each one a firm pinch before dragging his fingers down her body and over the swell of her belly and down the sides of her thighs.

Snape took his cock and gently pushed the head into Ginny’s tight pussy. When he felt the tightness squeeze him, he was hit with how long it had been since he fucked the little red head.

When the realization set in that it had been a month since he touched her curvy little body, Snape pushed the rest of his length deep into her quickly. He let out a harsh groan, savoring the way her pussy seemed to hug him intimately. He couldn’t believe that even though Ginny hurt him more than any other woman he had been with, that she felt like paradise around his cock.

The couple forgot that Voldemort was only a few feet away from them, yet, the Dark Lord didn’t seem to mind that their mind was elsewhere. He was a voyeur at heart and loved to watch a couple fuck as if he weren’t there.

Snape braced one arm one the side of Ginny’s head and began to thrust into with slow yet deep strokes.

Ginny was overcome with a sense of rightness. No matter how tender or good or right Lucius’ lovemaking was to her, she just felt at home when Snape stuck his cock into her.

He seemed to know every little secret of her body and used it against her when he fucked her. Whenever she was with Snape she didn’t know which way was up or down or sideways for that matter.

His thrust always seemed to hit home, no matter what angle he entered her in. And he never, ever failed to make her orgasm around him at least once whenever they fucked.

Snape broke out into a light sweat as he pounded into Ginny’s body. He couldn’t help but grab one of her light pink nipples and squeeze roughly. He felt a gush of juice bathe his cock at the action. Snape groaned and went faster. He was in heaven.

“Oh fuck Professor! Oh shit … oh … oh my god … yes … yes fuck me harder!” Ginny screamed when Snape picked up his pace. The bed shook violently when Snape gave into Ginny’s request.

“Merlin Professor! Yes … yes fuck my tight little pussy … don’t stop! Oh gods don’t stop!” Ginny yelled moving her hips to match the professor’s deep thrusts.

Voldemort felt his balls boil at the passion that the couple emitted. He had never seen the Potions Master looked so determined to make one woman cum.

And Ginny … he would have never thought the submissive little chit would have such a dirty mouth.

“How dare you boss me around you little slut,” Snape growled, grabbing her chin and turning it to face him.

To Voldemort’s surprise (and Lord Voldemort was rarely surprised), Ginny tensed underneath the man and let out a howl. It didn’t take genius to figure out that the red head was cuming intensely. Her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm, magic bursting from every pore of her skin.

Voldemort ginned as he felt the magic pulsing into his being from her scalp. Maybe he would have to have them both fuck more often in his presence. Bella would have never given him the show that Ginny was giving him. He was very glad that he decided to change mistresses.

Snape watched the wave wash over Ginny’s body with a small satisfied smirk. She may try to be the boss in front of everyone else but Snape knew her secret. She liked to be the bitch in the bedroom.

Without asking for Voldemort’s permission Snape turned Ginny onto her hands and knees. Voldemort was too far gone into his own world of pleasure to take offense.

Snape slammed into Ginny’s body once again and smirked again when Ginny screamed. He didn’t know if it were in pleasure or in pain (he liked to think of it as pain) but it made his cock become even stiffer inside her.

Snape wrapped her hair around his hand and began to ride her like a man on a mission.

Voldemort stopped rubbing himself for fear of coming too soon. There was nothing he liked more than watching someone fuck his partner before he fucked them. It was something about someone else’s cum being in his lover’s body that always drove him off the deep end.

“You thought you could take this away from me didn’t you, you little bitch?” Snape growled, pulling at Ginny’s air.

Ginny let out a hoarse moan as an answer. Snape took it as a yes and pounded into her swollen pussy again forcefully.

“You will never deny me your body again you little whore—in the bedroom you are my slut,” Snape pulled at her hair again to accent his point.

Ginny panted as he drove into her body ruthlessly. Her vocals made it impossible for her to say anything to him. Even if she could talk, she knew that she would submit to him completely anyway.

“My cock is the master cock—do you understand me?” Snape asked before smacking her ass.

“Yes,” Ginny squealed, clutching the sheets in front of her.

“Good, now be a good little slut and come on my cock,” Snape said, wearing a snarky expression on his face.

Ginny tensed once more, feeling the knotted heat in her belly erupt and scatter to every little nerve in her body. She let out another hoarse scream before collapsing onto the pillows that held her up.

Snape felt his balls draw deep into his body before they let out spurt after spurt of semen into her womb. It was the most satisfying orgasm he had since Ginny left him for Malfoy.

Snape was about to sag on top of Ginny when he was thrust aside by Voldemort.

Snape moved aside, feeling uneasy in his gut when he remembered all of the things he said in the heat of the moment while he fucked Ginny. He prayed to god that all he got were a couple of ‘Crucio’s’ from Voldemort and sent on his way instead of the killing curse.

He watched with detached fascination as Voldemort slipped his thick cock inside Ginny and started to pump swiftly into her swollen pussy.

Ginny was half conscious but feeling so sated that she didn’t even mind Voldemort using her body as a fuck toy.

It only took a minute before Voldemort stiffened and shot his seed deep into Ginny’s womb.

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He pulled out with a sated sigh and closed his robes up before turning to an exhausted Snape.

“Good work—it seems as if you’re useful for something after all. Continue your work at Hogwarts and bring me what I need the next time I summon you. You are dismissed,”

Voldemort waved Snape off and concentrated on moving Ginny’s limp body back toward the pillows at the head board of the bed.

Snape stared at Voldemort as if the dark man suddenly grew two heads before shrugging a shoulder uneasily, picking up his night shirt, and disappearing into the night.

Voldemort climbed into bed with Ginny, pulling her back against his chest. He put his hands on her belly, the magic in her belly adding to his sexual satisfaction.

Both fell into satisfied sleep.

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Thud, thud, thud, thud thud!

Voldemort woke up with a start. He felt something warm snuggling to his body.

He looked down at the red head with disgust and pushed her away. She merely turned over and snuggled into one of his silk covered pillows before falling back to sleep.

Voldemort slipped out of the warm bed and made his way over to the door.

He ripped it opened and glared at the person who dared to wake him from his deep slumber.

Voldemort rolled his eyes when he realized that Peter Pettigrew was shaking uncontrollably, shielding himself with his hands when the door opened.

“What do you want?” Voldemort barked, causing the shaking mass to nearly melt into the floor.

“We … we have finally broken the Adams mother milord. She’s in locked in the green room,”

Voldemort grinned evilly.

“Good work, I shall be ready to handle everything in a few moments,” he said dismissing Pettigrew by slamming the door in the rats face.

He turned back into the room, surprised to see an alert Ginny Weasley staring at him blankly from the bed.

“Get up! I have a woman that I need to torture and interrogate and I need your magic before I do so,” Voldemort snapped, walking over to his regal wingback chair.

Ginny was still a mass of flesh and desire from Snape’s thorough fuck so when she stood, she wobbled a little bit.

Her mind was working a million miles a minute. She knew that the woman Voldemort had been speaking of was Serena’s mother. She had to find a way to save her.

Ginny may have given Voldemort the impression that she was oblivious to what was going on around her but in reality, she was paying very close attention to everything. Ginny also had a knack for catching onto certain situations quickly.

She knew that whenever Voldemort touched her stomach, his tender emotions shone through. It was a long shot but she figured that if she used her pregnant magic, she could get him to let Serena’s mother go.

She walked over to Voldemort and stood in front of him, waiting patiently for him to touch her belly.

When his cold fingers touched her swollen abdomen, his features softened. She knew right then that it was her only chance to use Voldemort’s softness against him.

“My lord, the old fool doesn’t trust me the way that Harry Potter does. If I can be so bold—can I bring the Adam’s woman with me as a way to get closer to him?”

Voldemort hummed positively.

“You are right as always Ginevra. Call Pettigrew for me through my wand and have him bring her to us so you can take her home with you,” Voldemort said lightly.

Ginny grabbed his wand out of his pocket and waited for his next command. He gave her the simple dark spell and lay back against the chair with his eyes closed.

Ginny waved the wand and waited. She was relieved to see Pettigrew come through the door. She gave him Voldemort’s orders and played the waiting game once again.

A tall and lean woman was pushed through the door a few moments later. Her clothing was torn and caked in blood, her faced beaten horribly.

She sobbed quietly and stared at the ground, the fight in her system gone.

Voldemort continued to lay back, high from the extra magic.

Ginny bit her lip and said a prayer before pointing his own wand at his head and yelling Obliviate. She rearranged his memories to Peter Pettigrew letting Serena’s mother get away.

She put his wand back into his pocket, grabbed the sobbing woman by her arm and apparited them out of Voldemort’s lair.
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