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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Ginny
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Adult +
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3
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36,509
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13
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Two
Ginny zipped up her Muggle jacket with shaking fingers. Snape hadn’t said—or done—anything to her since that night just over a week ago, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. She had avoided his presence like the plague and constantly made plans to be busy with someone else. She spent as little time alone as possible, but sometimes it was just unavoidable. Like now, for example. She threw her long, wet hair over her shoulder and toweled it dry with one hand, holding her wand in the other. Slowly, she backed into the corner where she could see the whole room, concentrating on taking slow, even breaths in an attempt to calm herself. She back into something soft and squeaked.
“Hello, Ginny.”
She turned and looked into the face that haunted her nightmares now.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No. But be warned, when we get to Hogwarts, you will not have anyone to hide behind.” He grabbed her and pressed her soft, young body against his own. “And then we will have all the time in the world.”
Ginny realized she was shaking and did her best to stop.
He undid her jeans and pulled them down just enough to wedge his large hand in, stroking her slowly. He seemed to be drinking in her terror. “Unfortunately, Granger will return soon and we cannot have her finding out, now can we?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Good girl. I will see you on the train tomorrow.”
He disappeared without another word, leaving Ginny to collapse against the wall in hysterics.
xXxXxXx
Fred and George grunted as they manhandled her trunk into the rack of a train compartment.
“Thanks guys,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Gin. Though you could have packed a little less.”
“It’s like you brought the whole damn house.”
She forced a smile. “Not the whole house. What possible use would I have for your room?” It was the kind of banter that she remembered having with them. It was the kind that they would expect, wonder about if it wasn’t there. The kind that she needed to create to avoid questions. But it was very, very forced. She hoped they wouldn’t notice.
They didn’t. “Hey, your loss. Let’s go say goodbye to Mum and Dad.”
The three siblings walked back out to the platform and exchanged goodbye hugs with their parents. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already there. Mrs. Weasley pleaded with Fred and George to behave themselves, reminded Ginny to ignore the twins’ example, and asked the other three if they could please try not to get themselves killed this year. Everyone laughed, but at the same time knew that her joke was serious.
Ginny fought with herself the whole time about whether or not she should tell her parents about Snape, but when the train pulled away slowly, she waved out the window with a smile on her face and a horrible nausea in her stomach.
It didn’t take Snape long. She was practicing a new spell from her Transfiguration book, her favorite subject, when the door opened.
She only succeeded in producing half a rabbit, while its hind end remained part of a folded-up sweater.
“Impressive,” Snape said as he shut and locked the door.
Ginny did not reply, but tried to change it back. Her concentration broken, she failed, and ended up with a black sweater that had two ears, whiskers, and a wriggling pink nose.
Snape smirked and waved his wand at it.
“I have an effect on you.”
“Bully for you.”
“I would be careful if I were you, Ginny. We have a long ride ahead of us.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
He laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
She had no reply to that. It was true.
He leered at her, already anticipating transforming the defiant expression before him into one of pain and submission as she begged him to stop. She had dared to avoid his attentions, and she would reap the consequences.
He pointed his wand and ropes appeared around her wrists. She cried out in shock and indignation and tried to scramble away, but the train compartment was small. The ropes secured themselves to each other behind her back.
“Now,” he said as he seized the front of her shirt and tore it down the middle. “We have a long train ride ahead of us, and I took a large dose of a stamina potion. You’re going to learn the full extent of your new situation.”
xXxXxXx
“Hello, Ginny.”
She turned and looked into the face that haunted her nightmares now.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No. But be warned, when we get to Hogwarts, you will not have anyone to hide behind.” He grabbed her and pressed her soft, young body against his own. “And then we will have all the time in the world.”
Ginny realized she was shaking and did her best to stop.
He undid her jeans and pulled them down just enough to wedge his large hand in, stroking her slowly. He seemed to be drinking in her terror. “Unfortunately, Granger will return soon and we cannot have her finding out, now can we?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Good girl. I will see you on the train tomorrow.”
He disappeared without another word, leaving Ginny to collapse against the wall in hysterics.
xXxXxXx
Fred and George grunted as they manhandled her trunk into the rack of a train compartment.
“Thanks guys,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Gin. Though you could have packed a little less.”
“It’s like you brought the whole damn house.”
She forced a smile. “Not the whole house. What possible use would I have for your room?” It was the kind of banter that she remembered having with them. It was the kind that they would expect, wonder about if it wasn’t there. The kind that she needed to create to avoid questions. But it was very, very forced. She hoped they wouldn’t notice.
They didn’t. “Hey, your loss. Let’s go say goodbye to Mum and Dad.”
The three siblings walked back out to the platform and exchanged goodbye hugs with their parents. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already there. Mrs. Weasley pleaded with Fred and George to behave themselves, reminded Ginny to ignore the twins’ example, and asked the other three if they could please try not to get themselves killed this year. Everyone laughed, but at the same time knew that her joke was serious.
Ginny fought with herself the whole time about whether or not she should tell her parents about Snape, but when the train pulled away slowly, she waved out the window with a smile on her face and a horrible nausea in her stomach.
It didn’t take Snape long. She was practicing a new spell from her Transfiguration book, her favorite subject, when the door opened.
She only succeeded in producing half a rabbit, while its hind end remained part of a folded-up sweater.
“Impressive,” Snape said as he shut and locked the door.
Ginny did not reply, but tried to change it back. Her concentration broken, she failed, and ended up with a black sweater that had two ears, whiskers, and a wriggling pink nose.
Snape smirked and waved his wand at it.
“I have an effect on you.”
“Bully for you.”
“I would be careful if I were you, Ginny. We have a long ride ahead of us.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
He laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
She had no reply to that. It was true.
He leered at her, already anticipating transforming the defiant expression before him into one of pain and submission as she begged him to stop. She had dared to avoid his attentions, and she would reap the consequences.
He pointed his wand and ropes appeared around her wrists. She cried out in shock and indignation and tried to scramble away, but the train compartment was small. The ropes secured themselves to each other behind her back.
“Now,” he said as he seized the front of her shirt and tore it down the middle. “We have a long train ride ahead of us, and I took a large dose of a stamina potion. You’re going to learn the full extent of your new situation.”
xXxXxXx