Cigarettes and Sex

A/N:: I sat down with a packet of cigerettes and a fe whours to kill. Honest reviews appreciated!


A 15 year old Ginny Weasley sat in the library of number 12 Grimmauld place, smoking her 7th cigarette of the hour, and throwing back her 5th shot of fire Whiskey of the night.

She was bored; bored of Grimmauld place, bored of the Christmas holidays and bored of being 15. No one took her seriously as the youngest of the Weasley clan, her talent and knowledge went unnoticed by her family. Harry didn’t take her seriously as a female. The boys who actually noticed she had a vagina were, well, boys.

She smoked a lot for a 15 year old, and although she only drank when some Gryffindor idiot smuggled Ogden’s finest into the common room in some house celebration, she’d been drinking a lot more over the Christmas break.

She knew it wasn’t a ‘problem’, her drinking these holidays. It wasn’t some teen angst or form of rebellion. Which was another thing that annoyed her; No one noticed how quickly she got over the teenage aspects of life. She didn’t throw hissy fits or temper tantrums when she didn’t get her way. She didn’t rebel for the sake of rebelling.

She took another drag of her cigarettes. She’d almost been caught smoking behind the Herbology green houses at the beginning of term. Lucky Professor Flitwick, who was doing night patrols around the edge of the castle, is so easily conned by an innocent smile and a quick lie.

“I need a distraction” She mumbled to herself, taking another drag.

As if on cue, the library door opened, and in stalked Professor Snape.

‘The Order Meeting must be over.’ She thought.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked, paused in the doorway.

She smirked. “Until term starts, I live here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I should rephrase that.” He said in a silky, yet dangerous voice. “What are you doing in the library, smoking at 2a.m.?”

“It’s 2a.m.?” Ginny asked, slightly surprised.

“You didn’t answer my question, Miss Weasley.” He said, his voice getting more threatening with each word he spoke.

“You forgot to say ‘drinking’.” She smiled devilishly, holding up her shot glass and throwing it back with a grimace.

“Miss Weasley…Don’t make me get your Mummy in here to tell you off.” He said snidely.

Ginny frowned at the empty shot glass, once again annoyed at the fact she was clearly doomed to be seen as a child her entire life. She knew she was still kind of a child at the age of 15, but she also knew she was more mature then most of the actual adults in this house.

She looked over her shoulder at her Potions Professor, her hair, parted at the side, falling over one eye. She stood and walked slowly over to him, her eyes dark as she stared at him. He returned her gaze with a glare of his own.

She stopped, only a few inches away from him, her small 5 foot 6 stature only reaching his shoulder. She stared him in the eyes as she quickly brought her lips up to his in a rough kiss. Her right hand on his hip as her left came up to his shoulder, the ash on the end of her cigarettes falling onto his robes.

Her Professor stood stiffly for a moment before pushing her away. He stared her up and down, his eyes darting between her and the half empty bottle of Ogden’s on the table.

Ginny watched Snape as he turned and walked towards the door. She was quiet surprised when instead of walking out the door, he closed it, before turning back towards her, his eyes dark.

She smirked and backed herself to the couch, leaning against the back of it before taking yet another drag of her cigarettes.

“So.” She said, blowing smoke to her right.

“So.” Snape repeated.

They stared at each other for a moment, Ginny waiting for him to move closer, and Snape clearly pondering his next action very carefully. Or perhaps he was debating on moving towards her…or out the door…

He looked around the room for a moment before walking towards her quickly, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her towards the door.

“Wait, where are we going?” She asked, confused.

“Be quiet.” He hissed as he opened the door, looking left and right. Once he confirmed the coast was clear he pulled her towards the stairs.

Was he really taking her to her Mother? ‘I thought he was just mocking me! Shit!’ Ginny’s mind raced.

“Look I won’t drink in the library again, I promise! Just leave Mum out of this, she’s already stressed!” She whispered furiously. This was ridiculous!

“Will you be quiet? I’m not taking you to your Mother.”

“Oh.” Ginny muttered. Where was he taking her then?

When they reached the second floor, the went to the end of the hall, and into a door that had always remained locked. It clearly wasn’t locked now as Snape tapped it with his wand and walked through the door as it opened on its own.

“This is your bedroom…” She said, dazed, partly from the alcohol and partly from the idea of being in Snape’s bedroom.

“Only when I’m here, which isn’t very often.” Snape muttered, closing the door behind her and pulling her over to the bed.

Ginny sat down heavily, still bewildered at what was going on.

“Wait…wait, you brought me here for…”

“Clearly.” Snape said, raising an eyebrow.

”What makes you think I want to sleep with you?” She said, raising an eyebrow of her own.

“I didn’t intend for either of us to sleep.” He smirked.

Ginny realized she’d be feeling panicked right now, if it weren’t for the half a bottle of alcohol in her stomach.

Snape stood in front of her and began to unbutton his shirt.

“What…what are you doing?” She asked, shakily, coughing a bit from the cigarettes,

“Take your clothes off.” He said evenly, removing his shirt.

Ginny stared at his bare chest, half admiring his muscles, half trying to form a coherent thought away from the increasingly naked professor in front of her.

“I…I umm…” She couldn’t think straight. “Fucking Ogden’s…” She mumbled.

“Now.” He hissed.

Without thinking, she pulled her Weird Sisters t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Snape smirked, his own shirt now on the floor as he started on his trousers.

“Keep going.” He said silkily.

She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down. Some small voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her to stop being such an idiot and run for it. But, the louder voice in her heading was saying, as she smirked, ‘Well…you asked for a distraction…’

He wasn’t half bad. If it weren’t for the nose, the hair and the personality, he’d be quite a catch.

‘I guess a nice body will have to do for now…’ She mused. ‘But I wonder how big his…Oh. Oh wow.’

Snape had removed his trouser and boxers as was standing there in all his erect glory. Very, very impressive glory.

“You never can follow instructions can you.” He growled, pushing her back on the bed he took hold of one side of her underwear and ripped them, then the other. She gaped at him as he threw her shredded knickers on the pile of cloths behind him.

“Lay down.” He said in a harsh tone.

Moving to the center of the bed Ginny lay back, spreading her legs slightly and bending them at the knee.

Snape looked her up and down for a moment.

“Well? Hurry up.” She said impatiently, an evil grin on her face.

“Watch it.” He said dangerous, climbing on top of her. He grabbed hold of her right leg and put it over his shoulder. Without any preparation or warning, he thrust into her hard and fast.

Ginny’s breath hitched at the sudden intrusion, she closed her eyes as Snape then pulled out slowly, before slamming back in with all his strength, hitting her cervix, hard.

“Fuck.” She moaned. She’d only done this a few times before, and never quite like this.

Snape ignored her as he began to slam into her again and again, pounding against her cervix and instigating louder and louder cries from Ginny. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, Snape didn’t care.

He pulled out and sat back on his heels.

“On your stomach.” He said curtly.

“What?” She said, dazed.

“On your stomach now.” He repeated.

Noting the taking-no-crap tone of his voice, she rolled over onto her stomach, looking at him over her shoulder.

He placed his hands roughly on her hips and pulled her up onto her knees, when she pushed herself up on her elbows, he placed a hand between her shoulder blades and forced her chest back down onto the bed, but still keeping her up on her knees.

“Keep still.” He grunted, pulling her hips back a bit.

He rubbed his first two fingers over he clitoris for a moment before bringing them to her opening and pushing them in hard, rubbing her g-spot.

“Mmm. Yes…” She breathed, pushing her hips back.

“I said stay still.” He hissed, pushing more forcefully on her g-pot, before pulling his fingers out, much to Ginny’s dismay. Snape brought his two fingers, coated in his wetness, up to her anus, circling slowly. Ginny froze for a heartbeat before pulling her hips away.

“No, no wait I haven’t done that before.” She said hastily, her alcohol-fogged mind reeling.

“What did I just tell you?” Snape snapped, pulling her hips back again.

“Wait-“ She said quickly.

“Be quiet.” He grunted, holding on painfully hard to her hip with one hand, and pressing his index finger into her anus with the other.

Ginny gasped, screwing her eyes shut and breathing deep as Snape finger delved in deeper.

“The tenser you are the more it’ll hurt.” He said simply as he pushed his finger in as far as he could.

She stayed tense, clenching around his finger.

“Your choice.” He said, rolling his eyes.

He pulled his finger out, then pushed in again a few more time before removing it and reaching for his wand. Pressing the tip of his wand to her opening, he muttered a lubrication spell.

Throwing the wand to the floor, he lined his cock with her anus before pushing the head in slowly.

Ginny moaned in pain, even with the lubrication it was still uncomfortable.

He gave her a second to adjust, but only a second, before he thrust in completely in one go.

“Oh, fuck!” Ginny gasped. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck” She chanted, closing her eyes tightly and fisting her hands in the bed sheets.

Snape once again ignored her discomfort and began thrusting into her hard. His fingers digging into her hips, his grunts and moans drowned out by her cries of pains and cursing.

He started to pound harder and faster and he was coming closer and closer to orgasm. Throwing his head back and grunting, the feeling of her tight muscles clenching around his cock driving him closer.

“Oh God, Oh please. Fuck…Ahh” She cried.

Snape leaned over and grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head off the pillow, causing her to arch her back.

“Ahh…yes…” He hissed, fucking faster still.

Through the haze of discomfort and drunkenness, Ginny could hear a woman scream, then Snape stopping. She looked over her shoulder at Snape, His hand still gripping her hair and hip painfully as he stared at the door. Turning her head to her left she looked at the door and, to her horror, saw her mother standing in the doorway, hands over her mouth, looking completely and utterly sick to her stomach.

For an agonizingly long moment, no one moved, or even dare breathe. Molly moved her hands from her mouth to her forehead, tears streaming down her face as she closed her eyes tight. She turned her back on them and walked 3 feet into the hallway before turning and walking back into the room.

She opened her eyes again and let out a sob, before walking back out of the room and closing the door behind her.

The rest of the night went by in a haze for Ginny. Everything seemed surreal, far away. Had it really happened? Had her mother really walked in, and walked right back out again? Had she been sleeping? Dreaming?

Two weeks later, Albus Dumbledore was dead, and Snape was on the run.

Molly Weasley’s face was tight every time she looked at her only daughter, but she never said a word about what happened that night.