Nightmare

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Obviously this is not following the timeline of the books. So, what would you guys like to see? A happy ending where Harry wins and Ginny is saved, or a dark ending, where Harry loses and Ginny remains Snape’s slave (now publicly) for who-knows-how-long? I haven’t decided yet.
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Ginny found herself unable to eat much at the feast. She was reliving the hours on the train, praying that he would tire, or they would arrive at Hogsmead, or that she would die…if only it would happen soon…but it had only drug on, seemingly endlessly, until she was begging him only to give her a break…she would do anything, she cried, if only he would give her a few moments rest. But he hadn’t. He had fucked her again and again, filling her with his cum in every degrading fashion he knew how. It was a chore to simply exist, with every pump of her heart she felt her whole body throb with bruises. Her shirt was buttoned up to the collar to conceal the hickeys that covered her chest, and she was careful not to let the sleeve of her robe slide up lest her tattered wrists revealed themselves.

“Ginny!”

Ginny nearly jumped out of her skin.

“What’s wrong?”

Ginny turned to see Hermione’s concerned face. “Nothing. You just startled me.”

Hermione sat down next to her. “You’ve been acting oddly, though you’ve been doing a good job of hiding it. Do you want to talk?”

“It’s nothing.” She forced a smile. “Please don’t say anything to Harry and Ron. I don’t want anyone to be worried about nothing.”

Hermione scrutinized her. She knew her friend was lying. She also knew that Ginny was stubborn, and would never tell anything she didn’t want to. “You can always talk to me, Gin. I’d never tell the boys anything you wanted kept secret.”

Ginny smiled gratefully. “Thank you. Maybe someday.”

Hermione gave her a hug and left. As she walked away, Ginny saw Snape watching her from the staff table. He smirked at her, causing her to blush fiercely and turn her face to her plate for the rest of the feast, trying to pretend she didn’t know he was watching her and imagining.

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Snape grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face toward his crotch, pants undone just enough to allow his dick freedom. Ginny pressed her lips closed tightly in refusal, but when he pinched her nose shut, the choice was open her mouth or pass out. He shoved himself all the way in, hitting the back of her throat and making her cough and gag.

He fucked her mouth viciously, long enough for Ginny to become light-headed from lack of oxygen. It was very hard to breathe when he kept stuffing his cock down her throat. He eventually released her head, allowing her to fall on the carpet of the train compartment gasping.

“Get up, whore.” When she didn’t obey, he seized her by the hair and dragged her up. “I said get up!”

Ginny opened her eyes. Ron was standing behind Snape, an expression of sadness and disappointment on his face. He didn’t say anything, just turned and left. Tears rolled down Ginny’s cheeks and Snape’s laughter echoed in her ears.

“Ginny! Ginny!”

Ginny opened her eyes to her dark dorm room. She was tangled in her bed sheets, drenched in cold sweat, and her chest was heaving with every breath. One of her roommates was standing beside her bed, one hand resting on the arm that she’s shaken to wake her. The other girls were all sitting up in bed, looking worried.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Ginny breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. “Just a nightmare. Sorry.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you.”

Slowly, the other girls all lay down and soon the room was filled with the sounds of the soft, even breathing of slumber.

Ginny reached up and pulled the curtains closed around her bed, wishing they were more than just cloth.

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