Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 17: The Plucking of a Flower

Saturday found at least half the school mired in the winter doldrums. With deep snow covering the grounds, the holidays come and gone and spring too far off, there wasn’t much to get excited about.

Even a particularly industrious man like Professor Snape slept in and didn’t bother correcting homework until well after lunchtime. Not that his mind was focused on the task; the previous night’s events occupied his thoughts. What was happening to him, he asked over and over. How could he let himself be caught up in this…girl? And a student, no less!

But rationalize as he might when he shut his eyes and saw Hermione naked on his divan his heart fluttered.

It was absurd!

As the dim light outside faded into evening he grew increasingly nervous for what was about to happen.

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Hermione took special care in preparing for her evening. She had to make it look like she was indeed going to a party so Ginny would not be suspicious. Not that the other girl was, in fact she couldn’t stop whispering to Hermione about it.

The last couple of days had been filled with anxiety for Hermione. She half expected Ginny to say something to someone, but miraculously she did not. During mealtimes Hermione dined as usual with Harry and Ron, but Ginny was never too far away. Hermione noticed that Ginny was about to burst a few times but she quelled that urge with a disapproving glance.

At last it was time to do the deed. Harry and Ron had disappeared somewhere and the common room was quiet for a Saturday night. When Hermione descended the stairs, Ginny was waiting anxiously.

“Oh, Hermione, you look nice!” she exclaimed.

Indeed Hermione did look fetching in her short skirt, black thigh highs and light green sweater. Even her hair was tamed and pulled back showing off her face.

“Thanks Ginny, you do too,” Hermione forced out. “We might as well get going.”

The girls exited the room via the portrait and began the descent to the main hallway.

“So is Harry going to be there?” Ginny whispered.

“Of course. I told you he was,” Hermione said, a bit of impatience in her voice.

“Sorry…where is it?”

“It’s over near Snape’s dungeons. Harry found a room that wasn’t used for anything much. No one will know.”

Ginny smiled and they crept along the corridors. Hermione hoped that she wouldn’t run into a teacher or worse yet, Harry.

No such thing happened, but Hermione’s stomach was still clenched by the time they took the last turn and reached Snape’s rooms. Carefully she slid her wand out.

“One minute Ginny,” she said to stall the girl.

Ginny stopped in the dark hallway. “Are we here?”

“Almost…”

And then, very quickly she cast the spell and Ginny instantly fell asleep. Hermione had to catch her so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself.

“Ugh, she is heavy,” Hermione grunted.

Somehow she was able to hold up Ginny and knock on Snape’s door. In a matter in seconds it opened and Snape stood there. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw that Hermione had brought Ginny to him.

“Quickly, get her in here,” he whispered.

“Help me, she’s heavy!”

Snape sighed and together they dragged Ginny inside and lay her on the divan. Hermione sunk into a chair and looked up at her professor. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. And looking at him, there seemed to be something going on inside of his mind as well. He poured a brandy and sat down.

“Well, well, I wouldn’t have expected this. Are you sure she is a virgin?” he asked and raised one black eyebrow.

“That’s what she told me,” Hermione said.

Snape surveyed the sleeping form on his couch.

“I thought she would have slept with half the school by now,” he said in a silky voice.

Hermione shrugged. She wanted nothing but to get out of there.

“So what happens now? Are you going to fix my memory?”

Snape turned to her and there was pain etched on his face. She had no idea why. He got what he wanted, the pervert, shouldn’t he be happy?

“Not so fast. I need to verify the fact.” He set his drink down and stood up. “Wait for me.”

And with that he lifted Ginny effortlessly and carried her into the bedroom and shut the door. Hermione could do nothing but wait. She thought about the previous night and felt the blood rising in her cheeks. Although she was infinitely grateful not to have the cuts and bruises on her body, the whole incident was confusing. She should hate Snape, but instead she was intrigued by his tenderness. And when she returned to her dorm after the healing, she was a little bit aroused. She decided the sooner she rid herself of the memories of the few weeks, the better.

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Snape set Ginny on the bed. He decided earlier that there would be no gratification in taking this one’s maidenhood (if it indeed was intact). He hoped for Hermione’s sake that she wasn’t playing a trick on him; otherwise she would experience his wrath ten times over.

“And a Weasley to boot,” he sneered. “Wonder what kind of potion that will make.”

He pulled up Ginny’s skirt and yanked her tights and panties down and off. There was no time to admire the soft red down that covered her pussy or the creamy thighs. All he wanted was the blood that he had been waiting so long for. He pushed her legs apart and inserted two fingers inside her cunt until he was satisfied she was indeed intact.

“Thank Merlin for that,” he mumbled.

As for the deflowering, he couldn’t be bothered doing it the old fashioned way. He wasn’t aroused the least bit now that Hermione was not nearby.

Snape went to his wardrobe and found the implement he was looking for – an eight inch dildo. He retrieved it and shuddered when he thought of the last time it was used. But there was no time to reminisce now, he wanted to collect what he needed and get to more important matters.

He spat in his hand, coated the dildo and inserted it into Ginny. The girl was in a deep sleep so she would never feel a thing. The dildo went in with a little bit of effort and when he pulled it out it was covered with the blood he so desperately sought. Trying to keep calm, he scraped the blood into a specimen dish and sealed it. Although he only required a few precious drops, having more than enough guaranteed his success in concocting a tricky potion.

After securing the dish, Snape cleaned up everything and restored Ginny’s undergarments to her. He covered her with a blanket.

Now there was the question of Hermione. The passion that had ignited the night before had engulfed his body with an intense heat. He knew the moment he woke up that morning that he wanted her, but not with the force as last time. He wanted to show her that there was another side of him. But most of all he wanted redemption. Not only for what he had done to her, but for everything – his Death Eater days, his bitterness about his position, his own self-loathing. He wanted to be delivered from the torment that had corroded his soul for almost his entire life.

And that redemption started now and it would continue for an eternity. All he wanted was to do good things and gain the respect and admiration he craved.

To do that, it would start with one little lie. Snape entered the mind of Ginny and looked around until he saw exactly what he needed to see. He then composed himself and opened the door to the adjoining room. Hermione was waiting.