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Lucky?	By : strangebun Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 16383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny stared down at the thorny little creature, then glanced back up at Snape, "is it dangerous?"

He followed her gaze and was silent for what seemed like a long time, "not exactly. There are...risks involved but nothing we won't be able to handle."

The creature turned toward her and glared up at her with reddish brown eyes. "How...how am I supposed to talk to it?" she wondered aloud.

Snape placed a cold hand on her shoulder, startling her, and guided her around the side of the desk to his own chair, "sit". She sat with a thump, breathing in the spicy smell that hung in the air around him. He gestured to toward the cage with his free hand, leaving the tips of her fingers on her shoulder, "speak."

Ginny leaned toward and looked at the scelerosus, "hello." She glanced up at Snape again, but he was watching the scelerosus intently.

It stared at at her for a few moments, then grunted out a surprisingly deep and hoarse, "what do you want?"

She was a little shocked that she could understand it, but recovered quickly, "we want to know why you are at Hogwarts."

"Hmpf." It made a dismissive noise, then "why are you at Hogwarts?"

"I go to school here."

It was quiet for a few moments, then suddenly smiled, showing it's uneven, sharp teeth. "Let me out, and I'll tell you why I'm here."

Ginny looked up at the professor, who was watching her face now, "can you understand any of it?" When he shook his head slightly, she continued, "it wants to be let out. It says if we let it out, it'll tell us why it's here."

Snape considered this for a moment, then shrugged, looking annoyed, "tell it that if it bites either of us, I will end it."

She didn't really see what the big deal was, she'd been bitten loads of times by gnomes back home. The scelerosus teeth didn't look much worse, and certainly not like anything Madam Pomfrey couldn't mend. She repeated the message to it and it nodded slightly, giving Snape a nasty look out of the corner of it's eye. As she opened the cage door slowly, Snape took a step back and aimed his wand at the creature, his eyes dark and eyebrows drawn together. Ginny held out her hand and the scelerosus grabbed ahold of her fingers and heaved itself into her palm. It was cold and clammy feeling, and it's thorns pressed against her skin without breaking through. She wanted to drop it, but lowered her hand carefully to the desk instead and it climbed down and sat down to glare at Snape again. When it turned back to her, it gave her another horrible smile and jerked its head toward the professor, "I can read your thoughts about him, I can hear them."

"You...what thoughts?" Ginny jerked her hand away and wiped it on the leg of her jeans.

It smiled wider and scooted closer, "I can hear them. I know how his smell makes you feel. You watch his fingers while he works. His mouth when he talks."

Ginny leaned away from it, feeling her face grow hot.

Snape took another step back, his deep voice startling her, "you had better be finding out why it's here, Ms. Weasley."

She cleared her throat and rested her hand on the table top again, "okay, you're out. Why are you here?"

Its smile faded and it looked suddenly morose. "Had to come. The rat man sent me to watch him." It gestured with a stubby finger toward Snape. "They have my husband, so I had to come."

"You're a female?" Ginny examined it but could find nothing that would indicate its gender.

It looked a little indignant, "of course, aren't you?"

Ginny shrugged, "well, yes. What's your name?"

"Mreck." The scelerosus fidgeted for a moment, looking subdued, then brightened slightly, "you're Ginny. I've seen you, heard you."

"What do you mean, 'heard me'? I haven't spoken to you before."

Mreck shrugged, "I can hear some of your thoughts, my kind have always been able to hear some thoughts of witches. Certain thoughts about certain wizards." She gave Ginny a wink and a mischievous smile.

Snape cleared his throat, "well?"

Ginny jumped slightly. "It's a female. She says the rat man sent her to spy on you."

His eyebrows raised for a moment, then drew together swiftly. He muttered darkly to himself, "I don't even need to ask why." Then, louder, "what else?"

Ginny hesitated, and as she did so Snape made eye contact with her. He seemed to look slightly surprised again, though she'd said nothing. As she opened her mouth to speak, the scelerosus on the table suddenly lunged forward, seized her hand, and bit into her index finger. Ginny scrambled to her feet, blood running down her hand already, and grabbed at Mreck, but the little monster was too fast and escaped under the desk.

Snape pushed her behind him and waited, wand at the ready, searching the floor with his eyes. His free hand rested lightly on her hip and they both stood motionless, Ginny nursing her finger. Only a few moments later, the scelerosus made a run for the door, dodging between desk legs. Snape cursed it a few times, then finally petrified it just as it reached the door and found it sealed. Once it was taken care of, her turned back to Ginny, who was holding her finger tightly, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Let me see it," he gently took her wrist and uncurled her hand, examining the bite closely. "It's not bad, physically, but - how do you feel?" His black eyes searched her face carefully, and she could tell something was bothering him.

Ginny stumbled back a step and sat in the chair again, "fine, I guess."

Snape seemed to relax slightly, then muttered, "it must not have had time to inject the venom, you'd be feeling it by now, I think." He directed the creature back into its cage with his wand, then stowed it in a cupboard and locked the door tightly. Without turning back to face her, he rested his hand on the cupboard and asked, "what else did it say to you, Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny lowered her eyes to her finger. The bleeding had stopped quicker than she'd expected. "It said it could hear some of my thoughts."

The room was silent for a few more moments. Snape didn't move.

Ginny sighed, and mumbled to herself, "some lucky potion that was, what a horrible day this has been."

Snape turned quickly, "luck potion?"

Slightly embarrassed, Ginny told him how she'd won it and taken it, just to see what would happen. He listened quickly, his dark eyes never leaving her face and a crease forming between his eyebrows. When she was done, he muttered, "interesting that today should - well, interesting. Lucky indeed." Seeming to shake himself out of his own thoughts, he gestured to Ginny's spilled possessions all over the floor and directed them back to her school bag, "consider detention over. You did what I asked." He scooped up her school bag and set it on the edge of the desk, pausing to look at her again, "thank you, Ginny."

She half-smiled up at him, both because detention was over and he'd just thanked her and used her first name instead of Ms. Weasley. As she started to her feet, she asked, "do you know why it could read my thoughts, Professor?"

Snape leaned against the desk next to her and sighed. "No point in beating around the bush about it, you're old enough and clever enough to handle it. Scelerosus can hear the sexually aroused thoughts of witches. Their venom can increase those feelings urgency, if the witches object of desire is around while the venom is still in her body. They are rare creatures and in the right circumstances, can make things...interesting." He paused and cocked an eyebrow at her, "I allowed it out of its cage because I saw minimal risk in that happening. Though," he paused again, not looking at her, "there are other ways to read minds and I thought for a moment - well. Clearly, today has been lucky."

As he spoke, Ginny's face flushed. She could feel it, and knew he could see it. She only hoped he thought it was the subject matter itself that was embarrassing her, not that he'd guessed any specifics.

Snape gazed down at her hand, the edge of his mouth curled up into a slight smile, "you're excused, I suggest see you Madam Pomfrey about the cut."

"Yes, Professor." She shouldered her bag and started to step around him when that cinnamon and clove smell hit her again and a chill shot up her spine. She stopped, her breath hitching a little, and swayed slightly. She felt just a flash of nausea before everything went black.
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