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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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It had been a month since the incident. He had ignored her and whenever she got into trouble, she had detention with Hagrid or Professor McGonagall.
Everyday at breakfast, she would sneak glances at him to see if his eyes sparkled.
They didn't. They were as dead and lifeless as before--before they had partaken in the night of sharing.
It was very disappointing to Ginny. She had given herself to him only to find that her deed hadn't worked. It made her wonder if something bad had happened that made what they shared together obsolete.
Whatever it was, she was not happy to see his eyes so dead.
Ginny didn't know why it bothered her. It wasn't as if he held any affection for her. Hell, he was a Death Eater who allowed students to be punished with dark spells.
Still, seeing his once so alive eyes dead made her heart clench.
"Gin--are you alright?" Neville asked, waving his hand in front of her face.
Ginny blinked before her whole face was filled with heat. She had just realized that she had been staring at Snape for some time.

It was her luck that he didn't notice her stare.
She looked away and gave Neville a reassuring smile.
"I'm fine, Neville. Was just thinking is all," she said.
Neville smiled back, his worried expression disappearing.
Ginny went back to her meal, inwardly berating herself for being so obvious. For Merlin's sake the man only shagged her once and she was exhibiting the behavior of a love sick puppy.
He would never love her--not that she wanted him to anyway.
She loved Harry, despite her betrayal of him. She knew that if they made it out of the war alive that Harry would propose to her. It would fulfill one of the dreams that she had held in her heart for longer than she would admit to most people.
Still, there was something about Snape that made her body throb and her heart flutter. It was making her doubt her love for Harry.
The owls came in for their morning delivery.
Ginny pushed the complicated thoughts to the back of her mind. No sense in stressing herself out over them.
She was quite surprised when an uninteresting owl dropped a letter into her lap.
Ginny's family had decided not to send her any mail since they knew someone was going to read through it as soon as it was at Hogwarts.
She took the parcel, noticing that the seal was broken. She rolled her eyes. How sloppy. They could have at least pretended that her mail wasn't being read.
Ginny unrolled the parchment and began to read.
Hey Gin,
Sorry this letter couldn't be longer but I'm on the run right now with Ron and Hermione. And just so you know, there is a spell on the letter so that the only person who can read it is you. Hermione's amazing charm work really helped us out with that.
Anyway, I wrote to let you know that I was okay, that I love you and am working hard to see you soon. Stay strong for me and give them hell.
Love Harry
Ginny could feel her eyes tearing up. This was why she fell in love with Harry. He was so pure in his love, so thoughtful and still managed to be a bloody perfect boyfriend--even when he was on the run from a crazy dark wizard.
She tucked the letter into her bag, looking around and hoping no one noticed that she almost lost it.
She looked up to the head table and locked eyes with Snape.
His eyes, to her surprise, were practically glowing.
Ginny's cheeks turned red again.
She looked away and stood abruptly. Luna stood with her, to her relief.
They both walked out of the Great Hall, Neville clumsy in trying to catch up with them. And as Ginny walked out of the Great Hall with her friends, she could feel his eyes burning into her back.

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"This is your fourth time getting in trouble this week, Miss Weasley," he said, his silky voice making her body throb.
She looked at the floor, her cheeks burning.
"You've been to detention three times. Obviously the big oaf and the prude aren't punishing you sufficiently."
Ginny saw his robes as he came from behind his desk to stand in front of her. She could smell him, his unique scent of herbs.
His groin was right there in front of her face. Her lips were tingling and she had the strongest urge to lean in and kiss the slight bulge there.
He bent down.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Ginny lifted her head slightly.
His greasy locks fell to the sides of his pale face, his dark eyes boring into hers.
He continued staring as he grabbed her bag on the side of her chair.
He straightened, finally looking away from her.
He walked back to the other side of the desk, setting the bag on the top of his desk.
Quills, ink wells, Muggle pens, parchment, books, pictures of her family and Harry covered his desk.
Snape then began to methodically look through her things, snorting at the different pictures she carried around with her.
He finally made it to the parchment. He began looking through it, carelessly throwing her school notes to the ground.
Finally, he found Harry's note.
He didn't even bother reading it before he had his wand out.
He began to run complicated detection spells over it. The parchment began to turn every shade imaginable before bursting into nothing but ash at the desk.
Ginny felt her heart clench at the sight. One of the only notes she had from her boyfriend was destroyed. At the same time she was happy because she knew their intimate moment would never be found out.
At least, that was what she thought until she saw Snape wave his wand over the ashes.
The ashes formed back into parchment.
Snape unrolled it and began to read it.
Ginny watched nervously as his pale face began to turn red, his lips tight.
He pulled out his wand, making it turn to ashes again.
Faster than she thought possible, she was dragged from her chair.
Ginny felt her stomach fill with heat and she didn't fight him.
She would be lying to herself if she didn't say that the thought of Snape shagging her didn't excite her.
"Severus ..."
Snape stopped at the sound of Dumbledore's voice.
Dumbledore’s portrait had refrained from saying anything more than a greeting since Ginny had arrived in the office.
Ginny felt her cheeks fill with heat once again. She knew Dumbledore knew what Snape had in mind.
And really, who wanted a man like Dumbledore know that they were about to shag?
"Severus--she is just a child," he said.
Snape's grip tightened on Ginny's arm.
"Do you want me to let you go, Weasley?" he asked.
Ginny opened her mouth to protest but found that she couldn't speak.
She knew that if she said no, that he would let her go. And she didn't want that. Gods she didn't want that.
"Speak up, Weasley. We wouldn't want Albus to think that I'm a villain, now would we? Do you want me to let you go?" he asked, squeezing her wrist.
Ginny continued to stare at the ground. Feeling tears prickle her eyes, she shook her head no.
"Ginevra ...” Dumbledore said.
Snape didn't allow him to finish. He pulled Ginny through the door way leading to his private quarters.
Ginny had never felt so humiliated in her life. The way her old Headmaster said her name ... gods she didn't even want to think about it.
Snape pulled her over to his private desk. Swiping his hand across the surface, to clear the parchment, quills and ink wells.
He threw Ginny upon the surface.
Ginny grunted in pain. She knew her back would bruise from his rough handling.

Snape roughly pushed her skirt up, his other hand unbuttoning his pants.

As his erection sprang out, Ginny realized that he didn’t put a silence spell on doorway. Anyone in his office would hear what he was doing to her.

Ginny’s face turned bright red at the thought of the portraits in the office hearing her scream with pleasure, but the thought was quickly forgotten when Snape took her legs and put them on his shoulders.

He pulled her panties aside and pushed into her body, barely savoring the joining before pulling out and pushing back in.

Ginny moaned, arching her back to take him deeper inside of her. Gods, she hadn’t realize how much she had missed him since the first time he had been with her.

Snape began to move inside of her forcefully, using all of his weight and leverage to pump into her.

The force of his thrust caused the buttoned portion of his trousers to hit her clit. Ginny already felt like she was going to come on him.

Snape took both sides of her white shirt into his hands and pulled them apart, buttons flying everywhere.

He roughly pulled one side of her bra down to reveal her puckered, pink nipple.

Snape pinched it, growling as her pussy tightened on him in response.

If possible, his thrust became more forceful and deeper.

Ginny gasped at the pleasure, so close to reaching her peak. She couldn’t believe how quickly it was coming to her this time.

Snape held her thighs roughly, growing under his breath as he thrust harder and deeper.

She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying but she could have sworn he was saying something along the lines of “Doesn’t bloody belong to Potter …”

And suddenly, Ginny was there, screaming out his name, her nails scratching the expensive wooden desk, her body hugging and squeezing him in intense, rhythm like pulses.

“Fuck!” Snape growled, spilling into her body.

Both rode their mutual waves of pleasure. When they were done, Ginny could only sag into the desk, grimacing in pain as Snape fell against her legs.

Although Ginny admitted that having her legs on his shoulders was a great position while shagging, it was not great after he was done.

Snape sensed this and pulled out of her, taking her legs from his shoulders.

Ginny sat up, her entire body aching.

She watched as Snape buttoned up his trousers. After he was done, he walked into what looked to be his bed chambers.

Ginny slid off the desk, biting her lip at the way his release ran down the insides of her thighs.

Snape returned to the room with a blue vile of potion in his hands.

“Drink this,” he ordered.

Ginny frowned at him but didn’t argue.

She knew the vile was a contraceptive potion. She was actually very happy that he remembered to give it to her. She did not want to think about what would happen if she ended up pregnant. That would be a very difficult one to explain to her family and Harry.

After downing the potion, Ginny looked back at him expectantly.

Snape handed her another vile. It was another contraceptive potion; except from the color of it, she knew it was a monthly one.

She put it in the pocket of her robes. She didn’t bother asking him when he would give her the next month’s dose. She was sure that he would give it to her in time.

“Go into my office and collect your belongings. You will come back tomorrow night at eight in order to serve your detention.”

And with that, he went back into his private rooms, shutting the door behind him.

Ginny sighed, wrapping her robe around herself. Gods, she really didn’t want to go back into the office and face Dumbledore. It would almost be worth losing marks on her work for her to avoid him.

But Ginny wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing.

Squaring her shoulders, she went back into the office. She collected her things, refusing to look at Dumbledore’s portrait.

She was quite happy when he didn’t say anything to her.

Believing that she was going to get off without being humiliated, she walked towards the exit.

“Ginevra, a word if you please,” Dumbledore said.

Ginny felt her face flush, but walked back over to face Dumbledore nonetheless.

She faced him, trying to ignore Snape’s seed running down her legs.

Dumbledore simply studied her, stroking his long beard.

Ginny resisted the urge to fidget.

Finally Dumbledore spoke.

“Please, keep him as happy as you can for as long as you can.”

“What?” Ginny asked her expression bright with confusion.

“If there is anyone in this war who deserves happiness, it is Severus. I have made him do unspeakable things and he asks for nothing in return. It seems he has chosen you for his stress outlet. Please, help him find peace and happiness.”

Ginny opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally nodding.

She turned away without waiting for him to say anything else.

She didn’t know what Dumbledore asked Snape to do, but if Snape’s dead eyes were any indication, it wasn’t nice.

Ginny didn’t know if she wanted to keep Snape happy with her body. She had a lot to think about if she was going to keep Dumbledore’s promise.

It was with these thoughts that Ginny made her way back to her dorm room to sleep in preparation for the next night.
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