Pillow Fight

A/N: Thank you those of you who gave me a review for this story! I love reviews! To answer your question, heksy69, Ginny is in the room because Ginny is visiting him ATM, you shall soon see why it’s labeled a Snape/Hermione. And now! On with the story!


Glistening black orbs met the tiny curious eyes of Ginny Weasley, and he hadn’t a moment to compose himself before she was tugging on his shoulder, trying to make him face her. With his hand still down the front of his trousers, he closed his eyes, trying to find breath with which to gather his wits and get the girl out of his room as quickly as possible. He managed to slide his hand out of his trousers just as she’d pulled him around so that his chest was exposed to her eyes.

Curious brown orbs seemed to drink him in as she took a tiny step closer, the thin material of her pajama top now the only barrier between his pale torso and her own chest. Tiny fingers crept across his pectoral muscles, slid through the wiry curls of his chest hair and the pads of her thumbs slipped over his nipples. He did his best not to make a sound, to keep his face passive and as unemotional as possible, but it was becoming difficult to deny that the girl was having no effect on him.

“Miss Weasley, you shouldn’t be here…” he said, the mask on his voice as transparent as a ghost.

“No,” she shook her head. “Ginny. My name is Ginny,” her lips parted and she licked them with that tiny pink velvet muscle. He did not allow himself to look at her tongue, the thought of how it had caressed the soles of his feet making him long to quiver again in pleasure, the yearning to just toss the girl down onto the bed and shag her senseless urging up strongly from his loins.

“Be that as it may-”

Her voice was a whisper. “You’re long past telling me whether or not I should be here, Severus.” Ginny’s hands slid up the side of his neck and she cupped his face, standing on her tiptoes to level her eyes with his. “You put your tongue between my thighs,” she stated.

“It was an inappropriate thing for me to have done…” his voice was a strangled whisper, and the struggle of his control was now visible to the girl, though she made no move to exploit it or provoke him. The fact that her body was aligned against his and she could feel his hardness pressing against her, was enough to satisfy her in knowing that she had the upper hand.

Again the girl shook her head, red tresses brushing against him. “I liked how it felt, how you felt.” Her words were breathy at best, lusty but not too strong. And he tensed as he felt her hand snake down between them and grip his erection through the cotton of his trousers. “You seemed to like it too…”

“You shouldn’t be here…” but he made no attempt to push her away or even still her hand as it began to move in languid strokes, up and down his member. Her tiny lips were pressed against his ear and that tongue of hers had started to lick his earlobe, tracing up to the shell and suckling him, as if trying to elicit a vocal response from him. The warmth of her breath and the sweet sticky sensation that was left in the wake of her lips made him almost tremble.

“You touched me,” she muttered against his ear, letting her words fall off into the silence of the room, even stilling her hand. The only thing that could be heard was the intake of his breath as she slowly exhaled, almost hissing into the side of head, her lips practically devouring his earlobe. “I want more.”

“It’s wrong-” his words were not a violent protest or even a half hearted protest, but merely a statement, one that was never fully carried to fruition as her lips claimed his. Severus did not return her kiss but he did not push her away, her luscious lips roaming over his, tongue exploring his mouth until she pulled away for oxygen, and his words continued on as if he’d been speaking the whole time. “…much younger than I-” but her lips were quick to claim his again as she guided them back toward his bed.

He moved, in a confused, almost distracted manner back toward the bed, breaking her kiss as she would turn her lips to some other delicious part of his face, his words streaming but not really holding meaning as most of them were lost in the girl’s mouth. “…highly unacceptable for us-” there was another kiss. What few words she did manage to hear she forgot as quickly as she heard them. His voice held no venomous acid nor poisonous barbs and he tried to rationalize things aloud.

Severus found his knees back against the bed and then the mattress was rising up beneath him, only it wasn’t, he was falling down to it, Ginny Weasley atop him. His eyes were closed but his nose could sense her musky heat as she rested her bum on his collarbone as she’d done before in the room next door. Somewhere in her kisses she’d managed to slip out of her pajama bottoms and knickers and there she was, naked from the waist down, her dripping sex exposed to his closed eyes.

“Miss Weasley…” he panted, trying desperately to fight off the monster who wanted to just jut his tongue forward and lave at her until she was screaming for him to stop. She was a young girl, a slip of a woman at best, throwing her dripping cunt in his face, but he was trying to throw her off him all together, though there wasn’t much trying involved, so much as mentally attempting to try.

“It’s Ginny…” she whispered, reaching around behind her and maneuvering her hands around until she found the button and zip of his trousers. Again the room was silent except for the sound of his breathing, then followed the sound of the zipper coming down and her hand rustling amongst the fabric in his pants until skin touched skin and she was holding his throbbing member in her palm.

He let out a moan, strangled, but undeniable. Her lips curled into a smile. She was breaking him, and that was fine by her. Greedy lips pulled her glistening sex to him, his tongue flickering out and pushing into the girl’s slick folds, probing her, tasting her arousal, drinking her wetness. The fingers that were so intimately curled around his erection fell limp as she started to writhe atop him.

“Mhm,” she whimpered, tossing her head back, wishing only that he was naked. It was like a fantasy come true. Harry had never let her straddle herself over him like she was straddled over Severus, and he seldom bothered with oral pleasure, though often expected it in return. It wasn’t that Harry was a bad lover, he had the athletic body of a true Quidditch Player/War Hero, but he wasn’t very good with his hands, and thus foreplay was lost on them.

This was different, new and exciting as she felt the bridge of his nose rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Another whimper escaped her lips and she cried out as she felt one of his hands roughly tweaking at her nipple. “Severus,” she moaned, the innocent girl like voice disappearing as it was consumed by a carnal lusty tone that resonated throughout the room.

“Shh,” he murmured against her sex, causing her to tremble. “Don’t wake Mrs. Black.” For all intents and purposes he had lost his mind. Molly would have him hacked into bits come the morning, but the girl astride his chest tasted so sweet that it almost seemed worth it. And it’s not like she could accuse him of fucking her daughter.

“H-how can I- ah, gods!” she moaned, bucking her hips wildly at his face, trying to force his tongue deeper inside of her. If only Hermione were there to press her sweet lips against the redhead, things would be perfect. The girls had grown quite close when Ginny had lost Percy; she’d always been close to her third oldest brother despite his disassociation with the family. One night their close friendship had been more than hugs and tears, though they both preferred the feel of men.

“Shh,” he whispered again, bringing his lips up to circle her clitoris, one swift nip and she was screaming, whole body jerking spastically about, arms flailing, legs shaking. Soothing strokes of his tongue against the sensitive nerve bundle made her whimper and moan, as she felt herself tightening inside, muscles clamping down.

Severus thrust two fingers inside the girl suddenly. She hadn’t been expecting it and she cried out, screaming as her climax washed over her, pumping juices into his palm as his laving tongue quickened its pace against her nub. Her entire body quivered, limbs shaking as she rode it out, panting, gasping for breath. “Stop,” she whimpered, coming down from the throes of ecstasy, his tongue still licking her. “Please, stop,” she whimpered, the sensation now almost so pleasurable that it was painful. “Severus, stop,” her eyes were on the verge of tears, her nerves on sensory overload. “Mhrmph,” she wailed, pulling her hips back and collapsing on him.

Severus sat up, shifting his weight so that she fell off him and onto the bed. It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. Her sex throbbed, she felt spent, but elatedly so. Panting, chest heaving, she laid on her back, legs sprawled out across the mattress, watching as he pulled his trousers back up and fastened the zipper and button back into place.

“But you- you-” his finger was resting over her protesting lips as she tried to find words. Sighing, Ginny closed her eyes and waited until her breath had returned to her and her heart had stopped racing. “You didn’t kiss me,” she said finally.

“I do not believe it would have been wise.” He said, flatly, wishing that she would go so that he could wank and get to sleep in peace. She’d only served to make his erection excruciatingly painful.

Ginny gave out a soft snort of laughter, her top still in place, her sex still exposed. “Do you know how to kiss?” she found herself asking, without really thinking. It was an awkward situation, one that she’d never dreamt that she’d be in, not in a million years. She was entering her seventh year and she’d just been pleased in the most sexual way she’d ever experienced by her Potions Master, by Severus Snape, bastard extraordinaire.

He snorted, his eyes rolling back into his head. “That is hardly any of your business,” a slight bit of that snarky venom had returned to his voice. Her eyes gazed up at him, as he leaned over her, letting his hands rest on the tops of her thighs, gently stroking her flesh with his fingers. She didn’t seem to take offense to the manner in which he’d responded.

Lowering his head, he pressed his lips gently to hers, letting his tongue poke out of his mouth and trace the outline of her mouth until she parted her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft, supple as the moved over hers, a slow, genuine kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, wrapping itself around her velvety muscle.

A moment passed, his fingers still rhythmically tracing patterns on the top of her thighs, and then with a soft sigh and a lightly wet smacking sound he pulled away, breaking there kiss.

She smiled up at him, licking her own lips. “So you do,” she whispered, and he gave her a soft nod. “Mm,” she murmured, shifting her limbs lazily into a stretched yawn.

“Back to bed with you, Ginevra, before your mother gets suspicious.” She wasn’t going to argue, she was in enough trouble with her mother already. Though she was quite genuinely shocked as he knelt to pick up her pajama pants and held them open for her as she scooted her bum to the edge of the bed and slid each leg into its respective sleeve. “Quite the natural redhead,” he muttered, brushing his fingers over her pubic curls as he pulled the elastic waistband up, putting her bottoms back in place.

Ginny blushed, and stood, trying not to eye his erection. She knew it was rude to leave without offering to assist him, however, he had insisted that she leave, not that she would have known what to do with something so large, Harry was only half his length and girth.

Standing up, she placed both palms against his bare chest. “Goodnight, professor.” She said with a little smirk, followed by a wink, and then pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Severus crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her shyly back away from him, heading for the door.

“Thank you,” she whispered, hand on the knob, and she looked back over her shoulder to see him nod his response to her before she disappeared out the door into the corridor and left him alone.