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Adult ++
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An Alternative to Detention
Ginny landed on all fours, and could not bring herself to look up and away from the grey stone beneath her. She could feel the presence of a large crowd, and hear the muttering her appearance had caused. Seconds later Luna landed significantly more gracefully beside her and gently took her hand to pull her up. Ginny felt nauseous as her eyes fell on the twenty or so cloaked and hooded Death Eaters in front of her. She had little time to be scared as a large hand fell on her shoulder and propelled her forward towards one of three stone platforms in the middle of the room. She glanced behind her at Snape who was looking calm, though she thought there was a slight aura of panic around him. This wasn't a good sign and she had to remind herself to breath as she was thrown onto one of the platforms. She looked around and realised the room was scarily dungeon like, yet almost arena like also. The three platforms were surrounded by raised seating as if the spectators were watching a sporting match, and they were the size of large beds. Ginny was hurriedly looking around for signs of an exit when someone spoke.
“Thank you for joining us this evening, Severus. I see you have bought some friends.” Ginny wished the stone would open up and swallow her, and glanced around to see Luna looking a little pale, but quite unfazed. She would have been shook her head in amusement if she wasn't terrified.
“Actually it was Lucius who invited them along. I did not believe it prudent to bring underage students here.” A murmur of interest stirred in the room, but none sounded like murmurs of protest and Ginny's heart skipped yet another beat.
“Well, it depends on who our charming young friends are.” Cold laughter echoed around the walls and Ginny shivered. She felt the hand that had been keeping her still leave and Lucius stepped forward and bowed.
“This delightful red head on my left is Ginny Weasley, one of the main perpetrators of pro-muggle born antics at Hogwarts I am told.” Ginny knew that these words were as good as a sentence, and glanced once again at Snape, who remained, calm, off to the side. “And her lovely, little blonde friend is Luna Loovegood. As crazy as that idiot of her father, I'm told, and even more of a muggle sympathiser.” Several people chuckled at the slight against Xenophilius.
“My father's not an idiot,” Luna piped up, “he's the only living witness of the Crumple-horned Snorknack!” The Death Eaters roared with laughter and Ginny thought if her heart kept skipping so many beats it would soon stop all together. Eventually Voldemort held up a hand for silence, then gestured to a Death Eater standing next to an ominous looking door.
“Well, with such credentials I think they should both join us for tonight's entertainment.” Ginny thought she saw Snape twitch out of the corner of her eye, but his face remained impassive. The Death Eater reappeared from the door dragging a young woman whom Ginny recognised from her visits to her dad's work.
“Now, we had only planned for one guest, but fate has blessed us with three. In this case, Snape shall entertain the blood traitor, Lucius can take the insane girl and Fenrir, I believe you are owed a performance, you may entertain yourself with the ministry witch.” Snape nodded curtly, Lucius grinned and Fenrir licked his lips. Ginny thought she had a pretty good idea what was supposed to happen, and hating her weakness, began to cry silently, giving Snape a pleading look. He didn't meet her eyes as he began to undo his robes, and she opened her mouth to beg when a wizard in the front row pointed his wand at her. She screamed as her robes disappeared and reappeared on the floor beside her, the Death Eaters jeered and laughed as she tried to cover herself. She glanced at Luna next to her, who was absent mindedly covering herself, she looked more vacant than usual and Ginny almost wished she could detach herself as well. She closed her eyes and lay back, trying to tune out the comments about her body.
“Begin.” Voldemort's cold voice rang out, followed by the shuffle of Death Eaters moving forwards in their seats. Ginny opened her eyes and pressed herself into the stone beneath her, barely breathing, as Snape's naked body pressed itself against her. She felt vomit rising in her throat as his cool skin touched hers and she tried one last time to meet his eyes and beg for him to stop. He roughly pulled her legs apart and settled himself between them, stroking himself to get hard. Ginny couldn't hold back the sobs welled up in her chest as, with surprising gentleness, Snape worked one finger inside of her.
“I don't want to do this, but it will be easier for you if you relax. I can't hold back or he will be suspicious.” Snape muttered in her ear through clenched teeth as he gently pushed another finger inside of her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Harry on top of her as Snape began gently kissing her neck. She knew he was trying to make her wet to lesson the pain, but the feeling of betrayal was too much for her to appreciate this small kindness. Her body responded to his fingers and lips eventually and Snape seemed to decide she was ready enough, spurred on by the impatient mutters of the other Death Eaters. Ginny bit her lip as Snape slid into her, luckily she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't promiscuous either and it still hurt like hell. She gripped Snape's biceps with her fingernails and tuned out the screaming of the ministry witch. Once Snape had slid in completely he eased back out and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“I'm sorry, but they will notice if I don't do this.” He still kept his gaze focused over her shoulder, and she was unable to speak through her sobs to ask what he meant. She felt his muscles tighten and he slammed into her brutally, and that was the end of her coherent thoughts as she screamed with the pain. He pounded into her relentlessly until he came and withdrew hurriedly. He retreated, looking pale, to his robes where he cleaned himself up with his wand and dressed. Ginny lay, stunned, still sobbing quietly on the stone until she heard a small whimper from Luna next to her and with a jolt, realised that she had selfishly forgot about her friend and that Luna had it much, much worse.
“Thank you for joining us this evening, Severus. I see you have bought some friends.” Ginny wished the stone would open up and swallow her, and glanced around to see Luna looking a little pale, but quite unfazed. She would have been shook her head in amusement if she wasn't terrified.
“Actually it was Lucius who invited them along. I did not believe it prudent to bring underage students here.” A murmur of interest stirred in the room, but none sounded like murmurs of protest and Ginny's heart skipped yet another beat.
“Well, it depends on who our charming young friends are.” Cold laughter echoed around the walls and Ginny shivered. She felt the hand that had been keeping her still leave and Lucius stepped forward and bowed.
“This delightful red head on my left is Ginny Weasley, one of the main perpetrators of pro-muggle born antics at Hogwarts I am told.” Ginny knew that these words were as good as a sentence, and glanced once again at Snape, who remained, calm, off to the side. “And her lovely, little blonde friend is Luna Loovegood. As crazy as that idiot of her father, I'm told, and even more of a muggle sympathiser.” Several people chuckled at the slight against Xenophilius.
“My father's not an idiot,” Luna piped up, “he's the only living witness of the Crumple-horned Snorknack!” The Death Eaters roared with laughter and Ginny thought if her heart kept skipping so many beats it would soon stop all together. Eventually Voldemort held up a hand for silence, then gestured to a Death Eater standing next to an ominous looking door.
“Well, with such credentials I think they should both join us for tonight's entertainment.” Ginny thought she saw Snape twitch out of the corner of her eye, but his face remained impassive. The Death Eater reappeared from the door dragging a young woman whom Ginny recognised from her visits to her dad's work.
“Now, we had only planned for one guest, but fate has blessed us with three. In this case, Snape shall entertain the blood traitor, Lucius can take the insane girl and Fenrir, I believe you are owed a performance, you may entertain yourself with the ministry witch.” Snape nodded curtly, Lucius grinned and Fenrir licked his lips. Ginny thought she had a pretty good idea what was supposed to happen, and hating her weakness, began to cry silently, giving Snape a pleading look. He didn't meet her eyes as he began to undo his robes, and she opened her mouth to beg when a wizard in the front row pointed his wand at her. She screamed as her robes disappeared and reappeared on the floor beside her, the Death Eaters jeered and laughed as she tried to cover herself. She glanced at Luna next to her, who was absent mindedly covering herself, she looked more vacant than usual and Ginny almost wished she could detach herself as well. She closed her eyes and lay back, trying to tune out the comments about her body.
“Begin.” Voldemort's cold voice rang out, followed by the shuffle of Death Eaters moving forwards in their seats. Ginny opened her eyes and pressed herself into the stone beneath her, barely breathing, as Snape's naked body pressed itself against her. She felt vomit rising in her throat as his cool skin touched hers and she tried one last time to meet his eyes and beg for him to stop. He roughly pulled her legs apart and settled himself between them, stroking himself to get hard. Ginny couldn't hold back the sobs welled up in her chest as, with surprising gentleness, Snape worked one finger inside of her.
“I don't want to do this, but it will be easier for you if you relax. I can't hold back or he will be suspicious.” Snape muttered in her ear through clenched teeth as he gently pushed another finger inside of her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Harry on top of her as Snape began gently kissing her neck. She knew he was trying to make her wet to lesson the pain, but the feeling of betrayal was too much for her to appreciate this small kindness. Her body responded to his fingers and lips eventually and Snape seemed to decide she was ready enough, spurred on by the impatient mutters of the other Death Eaters. Ginny bit her lip as Snape slid into her, luckily she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't promiscuous either and it still hurt like hell. She gripped Snape's biceps with her fingernails and tuned out the screaming of the ministry witch. Once Snape had slid in completely he eased back out and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“I'm sorry, but they will notice if I don't do this.” He still kept his gaze focused over her shoulder, and she was unable to speak through her sobs to ask what he meant. She felt his muscles tighten and he slammed into her brutally, and that was the end of her coherent thoughts as she screamed with the pain. He pounded into her relentlessly until he came and withdrew hurriedly. He retreated, looking pale, to his robes where he cleaned himself up with his wand and dressed. Ginny lay, stunned, still sobbing quietly on the stone until she heard a small whimper from Luna next to her and with a jolt, realised that she had selfishly forgot about her friend and that Luna had it much, much worse.