Snape's Room in the Basement

When you're involved in an illicit affair...sometimes you have to be creative. Don't forget to review. Every one of them makes me smile.

Ginny lay staring up at the curtains surrounding her bed. It was a rainy March morning and it was dark and gloomy inside the dormitory. Rolling over on her side, she groaned and wrapped her arms around herself. She missed him. She missed him so much it hurt. Missed the feel of him, the taste of him, his amazing touch on her skin. She had not spoken to him alone since January, had not made love to him since October. Her whole body ached with longing for him. She simply had to be with him. Had to make love to him. Resolved, she climbed out of bed and headed to get dressed for the day.

"Oh there you are Ginny." Harry said, looking up from his breakfast as she settled herself next to Hermione. "I want to have an extra Quidditch practice tonight after dinner, around 7:00."

Ginny took a large bite of toast, chewed and swallowed. "I can't tonight. I have detention."

"With who?" Harry demanded.

"Snape." Ginny shrugged, taking another bite of her toast.

"Figures." Ron snorted. "The greasy git knows we're playing Slytherin in a few weeks. He probably did it just so you would miss practice."

"Right, Ron" Hermione said sarcastically, rattling her copy of the Daily Prophet. "Because Professor Snape just knew that Harry would want to schedule an extra practice today."

"He might have." Ron mumbled, shoving a large piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Oh well." Harry shrugged, grabbing his bag and rising from the table. "We'll miss you, Ginny."

Ginny smiled apologetically and took another bite of toast as she watched Ron and Harry leave the Great Hall.

"You never mentioned anything about a detention with Snape." Hermione said when the boys were out of earshot.

"Because he hasn't given it to me yet." Ginny said, glancing up at the head table.

"Well good luck with that." Hermione laughed, grabbing her bag and making her way out of the Great Hall.

Ginny reached for a pitcher of pumpkin juice and carefully poured herself a glass. She took a sip and continued to chew her toast slowly. Glancing back to the head table, she watched him wipe his mouth with his napkin and stand. His capes billowed behind him as he turned to leave the room. Smiling to herself, she reached out and grabbed a piece of bacon. Glancing at her watch, she took another long drink of pumpkin juice and slowly ate her bacon.

SSSSSSSSSSS

Ginny pushed open the door to the dungeons 10 minutes after the start of potions. Snape was already into his lecture, the list of ingredients and instructions on the board. He glanced up as she strolled leisurely to her table and slide into the seat. His eyes narrowed but he continued to speak. "At which point you will want to reduce the flame, stirring 12 times counter…..Ms. Weasley," he growled, glaring at her, "would you like to explain to me why you were 10 minutes late for my class?"

"Oh." She said, looking up startled. "I guess I just lost track of time."

Professor Snape stood staring at her, a dark look on his face. "You will find the ingredients in the storeroom. This is a complicated and volatile potion, so I suggest you begin."

Students stood and make their way to the potions storeroom, chattering and jostling each other as they went.

"Settle down." Snape roared loudly. "There is no need to speak."

Sitting behind his desk, he continued to watch Ginny carefully. 'What was she playing at?' She had never been late to his class before.

Ginny gathered her ingredients and began to light the fire under her cauldron, glancing quickly at the directions on the board she begin to add them one by one. She was aware of his dark eyes watching her every move.

Ginny's hand was hovering over her cauldron when she felt a warm, hard body press against her back.

"Do you wish to blow us all to Kingdom Come?" His lips were so close to her ear; she could feel his breathe against her cheek.

"Sir?" She asked innocently.

She bit her lip as his large hand grasped her tiny one, pulling it away from her cauldron.

"The potions calls for billwig parts, what you have in your hand are bicorn parts. Their addition to your potion would create an explosion that I daresay, might kill us all. Is that your intention?"

"Of course not Sir." Ginny gasped, turning to face him. "I guess I just grabbed the wrong ingredient."

"Well perhaps an evening's detention spent organizing my storeroom will help you to focus your attention more efficiently, Ms. Weasley. My classroom, tonight, 7:00."

"Yes Professor." Ginny answered, struggling to keep her relief and happiness from her voice.

SSSSSSSSSSS

Snape glanced up as Ginny walked towards his desk at 6:47. "You're early." He smirked.

"I couldn't wait." She smiled shyly.

Leaning back in his seat he sneered up at her. "You are so desperate to see me that you were willing to commit murder?"

"I wasn't going to put that in my cauldron" She said, blushing crimson.

He raised his eyebrow and said nothing.

"Oh come on." Her temper rising. "You know me better then that. It took you long enough to notice me." She huffed. "I felt like a right prat, my hand hovering over my cauldron like that."

"And what if I hadn't noticed you." He drawled slowly.

"I knew you would. Now are you going to kiss me or what?"

He stood up, and with a wave of his hand the dungeon doors closed and locked. Moving with an easy grace around his desk he reached out and pulled Ginny into his arms, pressing his lips against hers. "Kiss you." He murmured against her mouth. "Not that you deserve it you cheeky Witch."

"Oh I miss you so much." Ginny moaned, tangling her fingers in his long hair and pressing her tongue into his mouth to rub passionately against his.

"The feeling is mutual." He groaned, lifting her shirt to play his fingers across the skin at her waist.

Ginny waved her wand magically removing their clothing. "Foreplay later." She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Fuck me now."

Snape chuckled softly, grabbing her around the waist; he placed her up on his desk. Kissing her fiercely, he guided his cock into her wet, waiting open.

"Oh Merlin." He moaned, thrusting slowly in and out of her tight heat. "You feel good."

"Yes." Ginny hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hair had fallen into his face and she reached up to brush it aside, her light brown eyes locking on his dark ones. "Yes." She moaned again.

Snape's eyes smoldered with lust as he continued to slowly thrust himself in and out. "You are so beautiful, Ginny." He whispered. "I've missed you too."

She gasped as he reached down and lightly pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. "That's right Little Lioness, come for me."

With her eyes still locked on his, Ginny reached up and gripped his biceps, her toes curled as an explosion of pleasure erupted inside of her, and every nerve ending in her body seemed to light up. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." She cried loudly, clutching him tightly.

"Oh Ginny." He growled, throwing his head back in ecstasy. She could feel his cock pulsing as it emptied inside of her.

He stood shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his cock softening inside of her. Still breathing heavily he lowered his head and stared down at the beautiful Witch spread out on his desk before him. "You're meant to be in detention." He said gravely.

Ginny reached up and ran her hand across his taut stomach. "Thank you Sir. May I have another?" She said, grinning saucily up at him.