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Ginny's Punishment	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 101828 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Hey everyone! Happy New Year!

Well, here’s another chapter of Ginny’s Punishment. This chapter won’t have any smut but luckily for you lucky readers, I already have the next chapter of this fic written. I’ll upload it tomorrow or something :D

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Ginny went back to her dorm. Not caring if she woke up her house mates, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She made sure the water was as hot as it could get before stepping in. She felt so dirty after she was forced to have sex in front of Voldemort and his army.

She scrubbed her skin until it was burning and bright red. When she finished her shower, she put on an old t-shirt of her brother Bill and slipped into bed. It was a good thing that the next day was Saturday. She didn’t think she would be up to paying attention to her classes the next day.

Ginny began thinking over the nights events.

It was one thing to be submissive to Snape and to give herself over to him. She didn’t mind it, actually. She was so used to being the leader for her friends and putting on a brave front in front of her family that giving over control to Snape was actually quite a relief.

It was quite another thing, however to be humiliated in front of the scum of the earth. Gods she hated how she enjoyed the humiliation. If it weren’t for the bloody diary her first year, she wouldn’t have gotten involved with Snape in the first place. She wouldn’t have felt the need to fulfill the darkness that she tried to ignore most of the time.

Hell, Harry would have taken her virginity, made her come, and she would have been none the wiser.

Her bleeding sex drive was the reason she was in this situation in the first place. She just had to give Snape comfort one night. Although he was a git and he treated her like scum, it was her fault that she was in the situation to begin with. Snape gave her a chance, not once but twice not to get involved with him. But did she take those opportunities to not get involved?

No, she just had to let her sexuality take over. And the consequences of those actions were the reason she was fucked in front of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Ginny sighed.

She didn’t know what she should do anymore.

She figured the best thing in this situation was to get out of it. Although Snape gave her mind numbing pleasure no matter what he did or how he treated her, it wasn’t worth the humiliation that she experienced.

Not to mention she was cheating on Harry. If Ginny really wanted to be with him as boyfriend and girlfriend, she couldn’t be shagging the man he hated only second to Voldemort.

Ginny groaned and buried her head in the pillow. Gods, how did one break off an abusive relationship with a murderous Death Eater?

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It was a two days before the winter break when Ginny was called into the Headmaster’s Office. She was nervous. She hadn’t seen Snape since he took her to the Death Eater meeting and she still wasn’t any closer to figuring out how she was going to break things off with him.

She tried calming her nerves as the staircase of the Headmaster’s Office brought her up the stairs.

Once she was at the top, she saw Snape at his desk. As was normal, he was scowling and writing on a piece of parchment.

Dumbledore wasn’t in his portrait and Ginny was thankful for that.

She set her bag down and sat on the chair in front of the desk, staring at the ground instead of studying him like she normally did.

It was the moment of truth. And the more Ginny mulled it over in her mind, the more she realized that Snape’s wrath didn’t scare her at all. After all, when one grew up with Molly Weasley, one did not let anger scare them away.

No, what scared her was that she didn’t think she would be able to handle leaving Snape. The four days she went without shagging Snape after the Death Eater meeting was the longest. And it was making her realize that maybe she wasn’t ready to end things with him.

But Ginny knew what she had to do. She couldn’t continue the relationship with him. Not unless she wanted Harry and everyone else to find out about her and Snape. She had already risked too much, she couldn’t risk anymore.

Snape sanded his parchment and rolled it up.

Ginny watched him clean, her body throbbing with anticipation for something she knew would not come.

Snape stood and walked toward the door to his rooms. Ginny followed, leaving her bag by her chair.

Once inside his private quarters, Ginny took a deep breath. She wasn’t put into Gryffindor for nothing.

“Headmaster,” she said, stopping Snape from unbuttoning his robes.

She could tell that he was quite surprised. Ginny rarely said anything unless it was to boss him around and tell him to go faster when he shagged her.

“I … we … I can’t do this anymore,” she said.

“Do what anymore?” Snape asked quietly.

“I can’t continue to shag you. I’m in love with Harry and this is wrong.”

Snape simply looked at her, saying nothing for a long time before finally speaking.

“In love with Potter, you say? When did you decide this? Was it maybe after you gave me your innocence, after he came and fucked you? Or maybe it was after I branded you and made you mine?”

He said this all quietly but the words were like poison to Ginny.

It was just like him to remind her that if she were really in love with Harry, she would have never started the relationship to begin with—especially after Harry risked his life to see her at Hogwarts. She should have never let Snape brand her, never gave him her body.

“It doesn’t matter when I made the decision. What matters is that I realized how wrong I was in continuing the relationship between you and me.”

Snape stared at Ginny, saying nothing. Ginny looked away, unable to maintain the eye contact.

“So be it. I cannot force you to want me and I find I do not enjoy having an unwilling partner. This whole relationship was based off of what you wanted, after all.”

Ginny glared at him.

“What I wanted? Are you telling me that I wanted to have you brand me like I was a bloody cow? That I wanted you to humiliate me in front of your Death Eater friends and your master?”

“You had two chances to get out of it, Weasley. And you had many more chances after that to leave me before you were forced to be humiliated in front of my lord. You knew that the moment you gave your body to me, that it would be mine. And with becoming mine comes the consequences of suffering the same problems I suffer.”

“What are you talking about, Snape? I never belonged to you!” Ginny said, her face starting to flush with heat.

“I told you there would be risks to this arrangement. I don’t like to share—especially with Potter. However, I think that maybe shagging Potter for the next few months will show you that he will never be enough for you. I’ve trained your body, Weasley. It is my fine-tuned instrument to play. Anyone else who tries to play it will find that they cannot make you respond the way I can,” Snape said.

Ginny was very close to taking out her wand and blasting him away. How dare he say that about her? He talked as if she were a bloody object, not a woman who felt.

“You can bloody well go to hell, Snape!” Ginny said her face red.

“You can leave, Weasley, but you will always belong to me. My mark is on you.” He closed in on her, his black eyes shining brightly. “You are addicted to pleasure that only I will be able to give.”

Ginny growled and left Snape’s private quarters, her red hair flying behind her.

“Ginevra?”

Dumbledore was back in his portrait and he looked concerned.

“I’m done with him, Headmaster. I gave him pleasure and he treats me like I am nothing more than an object. I cannot stand for it any longer,” Ginny spat, going over to the chair to grab her bag.

“Oh Ginevra,” Dumbledore said sadly.

“I hope to see you again one day, Headmaster. Hopefully it’s after that git is dead!”

Ginny left the office, slamming the door behind her.

“Oh, Ginevra. Can’t you see that he loves you” Dumbledore whispered softly.

A/N: I know, I can’t see it either … guess you’ll have to read the next chapter to find out what Dumbledore means ;)
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