She's So Much Like You

A/N – Lemons ahead!



Dee Dee: I figured that this Severus is a guy I can live with to see Ginny with, and besides I like Ginny as much as I like Hermione. Oh yeah, Draco and Hermione... I didn’t really want that, but the Dracomuse took over and said it was his turn with Hermione again; I wish Jo would listen to that muse! As for Ginny’s next move – I hope you like it. As for the rest of your questions; they will be answered in time.



La Bibliographe: You and Shiloh both; very naughty women! It could have happened like that with me; several times but because of my religion I can’t be with anyone else but a fellow member of the same religion; which is why I always make sure Hermione is with a Slytherin; that is also why you won’t ever get same house or age pairings from me; I like pairings that break boundaries; I suppose that is why I like this pairing now. It was, wasn’t it? I am glad you liked that line. It’s the product of an overactive imagination fuelled by a regular intake of coffee and dreams... I hope you like the lemons in this chapter; it’s the first time I’ve written a Sev scene with another person other than Hermione.



Letting Go Is The Hardest Thing To Do – Or is it?



Ginny had woken up at a very late hour the next morning; she groaned when she checked her clock. It was ten o’clock. It was a good thing that she didn’t have to work. Her brothers and father’s accumulated earnings was quite a pretty packet, that and the fact that Harry had left her his money and Sirius’ money. She was set up for life.



She crawled out of bed and walked to her bathroom. She splashed some cold water on her face to revitalise herself. She looked at her red, blotchy face. She had been crying all night. She shook her head and sighed. Harry was gone for good and there was nothing she could do about that. She felt her heart break all over again when he left her without even one last kiss. She was trembling and spied a bottle of shampoo she picked it up and threw it at a mirror; the mirror smashed as a physical symbol of how she felt inside.



She screamed in anguish as more tears threatened to spill out of her soul. She dropped down on her knees and placed her face in her hands sobbing uncontrollably. She felt that she had died inside. She didn’t want to love Snape when she was still in love with Harry. If only Hermione was here. She’d sort this out in just a few sentences.



Ginny took her face out of her hands and leant her neck back. Her hair swept the floor of her bathroom, she screamed out loud. She looked around the bathroom and found her razor and trembling she went to the bath. If Harry couldn’t come to her then maybe she’d find a way to join him, like she always wanted to.



She soon realised a leg shaver wasn’t going to be enough to kill her. She picked up a shard of the shattered mirror she turned the piece in her hand and closed her eyes as she started to scrape the mirror edge to her veins. She remembered nothing more than that.



She woke up what must have been minutes later in her bed. She had a rip-roaring headache and she felt as if she was going to throw up. She turned around moaning in agony. She saw someone sitting in a chair. She groaned.



That someone had long, lanky dark hair and a scowl to match his hair colour. She looked up and sighed.



“Don’t ever do that to me again!” he said trying to be calm and not doing a good job of it.



“I don’t know what you mean,” Ginny said weakly.



“You know perfectly well what I mean,” he replied. “I take it he visited you last night?”



Ginny nodded. “I want to join him.”



“What did he say?” Snape asked.



“He said that he wanted me to live. But I can’t live without him, it has always been Harry.”



“There are other men out there that wants you,” Snape replied, “and one of them is sitting here!”



Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise. She had thought that his reunion with Lily might make her forget all about her. He looked across at the young woman he had just saved the life of. He shook his head and went up to the bed and took hold of her hand going down on his knees. He stroked the palm of her hand tenderly with his thumb; it caused her to sigh.



“But I -!”



“Don’t you dare offer any protests,” Severus said. “There is a reason why I’ve been talking to you for the past few months. That reason is because I want you.”



“But -!”



“That’s what goats do. Are you a goat, Ginevra?”



Ginny offered a small sad smile as she shook her head. “I just wanted to be with Harry.”



“I know,” Snape sighed. “But, please, Ginny don’t you dare do that again. You have survived for a reason; you are alive because Harry pushed you out of the way and got the curse, he did that because he wanted you to live.”



Ginny started sobbing lightly; she clutched onto Snape’s hand and turned her face in the pillow; she wanted to hide from him; from anyone; from herself. She wanted to crawl into a pit and die.



She sniffed; Severus offered her a handkerchief. She dabbed her brown eyes with it and blew her nose. She placed it under her pillow. Snape looked at the young woman throughout all of this.



“I can help you,” he said.



“What?” she sniffed.



“I can help you. Come on, pack up your things and come with me. You’re going to live with me in the Castle. I don’t trust you on your own.”



“I can’t do that; what would people say?” she gasped.



“Not much that they probably haven’t said before. Come on, Ginevra.”



Ginny rolled on her side and looked in his deep almost black eyes and nodded. She got up and opened a cupboard door and dragged out a suitcase. She opened some draws and flung her stuff in left, right and centre. Severus watched and smiled. He always wanted an excuse to invite her over to stay with him. After she had gotten dressed in her bathroom.



“I went to see Hermione yesterday. Did you know she’s pregnant with Avery’s child,” Ginny shivered. “How she can let him near her is beyond belief, but she has to I suppose.”



Severus kept quiet. He knew the truth behind that child but feared that Ginevra Weasley would be just as disgusted with the truth than she was with the fallacy. He shook his head at her disorderly suitcase and would have tidied it up for her but felt that would be overstepping the bounds – at the moment anyway.



She shut her suitcase and zipped it up. She went into the bathroom and looked around. She picked up her toothbrush and some shampoo bottles. She cradled them in her arms and put them on the bed. She took a pillow and dragged it out of the case and placed her toiletries in there. She sighed. Then something came in and purred.



It was Ginny’s spotted Kneazle. He walked in the room and spotted the man and padded up to him and rubbed his body against this man’s legs. Severus smirked a little and picked up the Kneazle.



“You can come to,” he said to the cat-like creature. Ginny smiled remembering that it was Crookshanks that finally made Harry see sense about Snape.



He offered her his arm but she refused it by shaking her head and indicating her suit and pillowcase. He smiled a little and rolled his eyes. Her Quidditch training had made her stronger than most women although her appearance had belied that strength.



They walked towards her fireplace and Severus found the floo powder and threw in a handful of the stuff. He took the suitcase and stepped in it. He said quite clearly: Headmasters Office; Hogwarts. She sighed and closed her eyes. She cuddled the pillowcase of toiletries to her chest and walked into the fireplace. She stepped into the fireplace and threw in some floo powder and stated the same destination.



Severus had his hand ready to help her out of the fireplace. He showed her around the office. He then opened the door to his bedroom. She turned to him with an uncertain look in her eyes.



“Where am I going to sleep?”



“In here,” he replied. “And yes, I am going to sleep on the settee before you ask.”



Ginny sighed with relief and closed her eyes. She smirked a little at the thought of Severus Snape sleeping on the couch. Someone coming into the room interrupted them; they both turned around to see who had entered the office.



“Severus,” it was Draco. Ginny narrowed her eyes coolly at the blond man she had always hated.



“What do you want, Draco?” Severus asked.



“What can I do about this situation, Severus?”



“Not yet, Draco, I’ll talk to you soon.”



“What is she doing here?” the blond drawled when he noticed the young woman whom he had always hated.



“She’s here as my personal guest, Draco. It doesn’t matter why that is, it just is.”



The blond shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He turned to look at Snape.



“I want her out of there and with me. Are you going to help me or not?”



Snape shook his head and smiled a little. “You can’t get what you want all the time. There is a perfectly valid reason why she’s there. You can’t just crash in there and spoil everything we have all worked for.”



Draco sulked petulantly. “I want her with me. She’s mine; she was mine before she was forced to marry that thing, and she’s mine now. If you don’t do anything about this then I will.”



“And what could you do exactly, Draco?” Snape asked with a slight sneer curling on his lip.



“I could go in there and take her and go to the Ministry and annul that marriage of hers!”



“Draco, think before you act. You were put in Slytherin for a reason; use it.”



Draco turned to look at the last of the Weasley’s and sneered before he walked out of the room; his robes billowed out behind him and his shoulder length platinum hair flew with them. Ginny snorted.



“What was that about?” she asked Snape. “Who is it that he cares so much about? I didn’t think it possible.”



Snape sighed. “I don’t think I can tell you that, Ginevra.”



“Will you quit the Ginevra, I call myself Ginny. I hate my full name.”



“I happen to like it,” Severus said. “I find it fascinating that we both have a v in our names.”



She laughed. It fell on Severus’ ears like a man parched from thirst. He hadn’t heard that sort of laugh for a long time, and he loved it. He always thought that that hearing a woman laugh was the best sound in the world.



“What sort of basis for a relationship is that? Harry didn’t say ‘we both have an A in our names,’” she turned her face away so didn’t see Severus’ countenance fall at the warm mention of Potter. He looked at her and realised he had a bit of a fight on his hands. He didn’t mind that; he had been fighting all his life for things he wanted. It’s just that he wanted things to be easy for him just once in his miserable rotten life.



Ginny turned her head and Severus schooled his expression to that of a contented man. He smiled at her and he went to his desk.



“Sorry, Ginevra, but lamentably, I do have work to do.”



She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Fine, I’ll go and unpack and see a friend.”



Severus looked at her. He knew what she meant by friend.



“No, Ginevra, you have to let go,” Severus said. “You can’t let go by seeing his grave all the time.”



Ginny froze in her tracks and turned around. She looked into his eyes. She knew he was right but what else was she supposed to do here?



“I want to see him,” she said.



“I say no,” Severus replied. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder and tilted her chin up with his other hand. “Why don’t you make full use of the library to find cures for your mother instead? Don’t keep concentrating on the dead; concentrate on the living. Your mother is still living; even though she is comatose.”



Ginny nodded. He was right again. He leant down and placed his lips on hers. She moaned as his lips massaged and manipulated hers, she opened them slightly and he slipped his tongue in her mouth with ease and care. He stroked her face with the tips of his fingers causing her flesh to tingle and she drowned into his kiss. He broke the kiss and she stood there; her lips still parted; her eyes still closed; her heart thumping in her chest and there was a little extra colour in her cheeks from the kiss. Severus thought it showed up her freckles nicely.



He stroked aside her wild hair aside and smiled as he noticed the light in her eyes.



“That was nice,” she said huskily.



“It was nice, wasn’t it?” Severus replied with a hunger in his voice that he couldn’t hide.



Ginny giggled. “I can put off unpacking if you can put off what you have to do.”



“I can’t,” Severus said. “I have to sort out the finances.”



“Hmm,” Ginny said brushing his chest with her light nimble fingers. “That sounds like a job you need to be completely relaxed for.”



Severus smirked a little at the inference. He stroked her hair and shook his head.



“Sorry, Ginevra, I can’t,” Severus sighed. “But don’t think I don’t want to.”



She giggled as she took his hand and led him to the bedroom keeping her eyes on his.



“Leave it for half an hour,” she sighed.



“I want to make love to you for more than half an hour, Ginevra.”



He sighed as he swept a gaze up and down her body. She was absolutely beautiful. She was sexy, and she tasted sweet. He looked at her and then at the door leading to that tedious paperwork he could have done well without. He looked at the young woman before him and knew that he should think of work; but then it wasn’t everyday he had a wonderfully attractive woman in his bedroom begging him to make love to her.



He sighed and knew that he had to do the sensible, mature thing. He looked at her standing in the middle of his bedroom with a kind of mischievous innocence about her that endeared her to him. He smiled.



“Hell, the paperwork can wait. This can’t!”



He swept his arm around her waist and clamped her tightly to his body before leaning down to ravage her mouth completely. His tongue rolled around inside her hot, sweet chasm. He smiled against her lips and circled his hands around the small of her back landing his hands on her tight bum. He squeezed the cheek; she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. She didn’t think they could get any darker.



He stepped back a little still holding her hand. He eventually let go and looked into her chocolate brown eyes. He unclasped his robe and flung it to the floor not caring if it landed in a crumpled heap. He then slowly undid his buttons; it was torture for her. He kept his gaze on her and noticed she was licking her lips with unsuppressed lust shining in her eyes with each button being loosened from the hole. He threw the jacket on the floor and then started just as tortuously slow on the waistcoat. Ginny’s pulse was beginning to race; she realised that he was serious about taking more than half an hour. When he finished his waistcoat he just spread it apart and stroked his chest with his hands with a look of absolute contentment on his face that Ginny found highly erotic.



She stepped up to him slowly, swaying her hips seductively and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed the base of his throat. He smiled a little as he wrapped his fingers in her long, auburn locks. Her head tingled with a lovely sensation as she felt his long, sensuous fingers slowly massage her scalp gently and lovingly. She slid her arms up his chest and felt his white silk shirt. He took her small hands in his and sucked a little of each tip before pulling her close to his body and kissing her passionately again. She sighed as she felt his tongue inside her mouth for the third, or was it fourth time? Who cares; Severus Snape, Hogwarts sexiest Headmaster was kissing her.



He wrapped his arms around her waist as she lifted her legs over his waist. She felt his erection and he rubbed her pelvis with it to show her that she was affecting him badly. Instead of jumping away from him she pushed her pelvis onto him encouraging his member to grow inside his trousers.



“That’s not nice you know,” he breathed aloud after petting her heavily on her neck.



“I want you, Severus. I guess some part of me has been wanting you for months,” she panted in his ear.



He lifted her up and carried her towards the bed and laid her on her back. He stroked her leg and looked away to see her body. His quick nimble fingers made sure her blouse was undone in a matter of seconds; it revealed pale, smooth skin and beautiful pippins the size of his hand. He loved them like that.



His eyes sparkled like freshly lit obsidian. He lowered his head spreading the blouse further apart before sucking her neck and tasting her in his mouth. He stroked down her sides and looked at her erect nipples threatening to peak through her cotton white bra. He sucked her breasts and she shifted slightly underneath him to match her body to his. She arched into him encouraging him to take all of her breast into his hot mouth. She was almost purring. His hands reached down to her jeans and he unhooked the bronze button and slid down the matching colour zip. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. She kicked her trainers off and the jeans just fell off onto the floor.



He smiled when he noticed the frilly white cotton panties. He looked into her eyes.



“Virgin?” he asked. She nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”



He was surprised. He thought that Potter and Ginevra would have rutted sometime before the war. He looked at her.



“Harry was a gentleman,” she whispered. “He suggested that we wait until we get married.”



He looked into her eyes. “I’ll be extra gentle then,” he promised.



She sighed and laid her head back giving him permission to do what he wanted to with her body. He took his time contemplating her beauty. She was an angel. He kissed her belly button; and she wrapped her hands around his head. He took down her panties and kissed her pelvis, and then the top of her thighs.



“Severus,” she hissed arching her hips up. He stroked her stomach and wrapped his hands around her bum and pulled her down so that her face was in alignment with his. He lowered his head down and kissed her lips again causing her to groan. She wrapped her legs around his waist again and he flicked his wrist. His trousers, shoes and shirt disappeared immediately and soon they were both naked.



“I’m scared,” she confessed.



“Don’t worry, it’s only natural.”



He paused as he looked in her eyes and swept aside her hair. He urged himself gently in; the action caused her to moan slightly. He continued thrusting gently in and out to make sure she was used to him before he broke her completely. He looked into her eyes again and she nodded confirming the fact that she was ready for him.



He smiled as he pulled himself ever so slightly out making her sigh and then he lunged forward breaking her. She screamed in pain and tears sprang into her eyes. She woke up and stared into his eyes.



“That hurt,” she said panting.



“Sorry,” he said truthfully. “But I promise that it won’t hurt again unless...”



“Unless what?” she breathed.



“Unless you want it to,” he said hungrily.



She looked into his eager hungry eyes; but shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Not yet.”



“I won’t then,” he said.



He slid out gently and lunged forward into her and felt her muscles clench and tighten around his penis causing it to grow inside her. She arched her hips up swallowing his member with her vagina the way her mouth would an ice-lolly. He groaned as he felt how hot and wet she was. He pushed himself further in urging her to take as much of him as she possibly could.



He grabbed hold of the flesh around her hips and squeezed it roughly pulling her towards him. He smiled a little as he slammed into her as gently as his body would allow him to.



She moaned with pleasure as his mouth captured her breast again and he sucked the newly formed sweat off it and licked a path between the vale of her breasts. He began to perspire to, and she raised her head and licked the sweat between his abs, and wrapped her tongue around his hardened nipple. He held her head there twining his hands in her hair as he pushed and lunged harder and faster into her.



“I want you to come screaming my name,” he murmured in her ear.



He slid his hand down her back kissing her and he rolled them over. They stopped kissing and she realised he was on his back and she was sitting on top of him. He nodded, and he smiled. She seemed to know exactly what to do. He stroked her thighs before landing his large warm hands on her fleshly ass and he pushed her forward. He swung her like that a few times helping her get used to the idea. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest before rocking back and forth on his hot dog. She threw her head back; he groaned; and she moaned. He sat up and her legs were spread behind his back. She curled them around his back thrusting down on him as he thrust up into her causing her to finally orgasm.



“SEV – RUS!” she screamed.



“Ginevra!” he panted as he pushed her onto him causing him to come.



“Wow,” Ginny panted into his ear holding him close to her letting their scents mix she breathed in his musky male scent and kissed his shoulder before climbing off his lap wincing.



Ginny looked down at the naked wizard before her and tilted her head to one side.



“What are you thinking?” Severus asked.



“I’m thinking that I have a seeker lover after all,” she said.



Severus looked at his body and stroked his nipple with his hand lazily; the sight of him touching himself like that was enough to make her come again.



“All that was years ago,” he said. “But making love to you is like catching the golden snitch 1000 times and more.”



Ginny blushed. “Care for a re-match?” she asked.



Severus sighed. “Sorry, this time I have to get on with that tedious paperwork. But don’t worry; I guess neither of us will be sleeping on the sofa will we?”



“Not tonight, no,” she replied.



A/N – Please, if you like this story please review or at least rate! Draco does love Hermione; Severus has another hobby apart from paperwork and Ginny is quite naughty for a virgin isn’t she? I hope you liked this chapter, so please show it by clicking on the review button.



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