TWISTED

A/N: I'm on a writing craze. This fic was inspired by tbird1965's story "Snape's Room In The Basement" which you should all check out cause it blows my mind. SUPER hot. Anyway, that was my inspiration. My story, however, is much more...well, twisted.

Warning: This fic could, potentially, contain any of the following: non-con, underage sex, teacher/student relations, ooc characters, A/U, LOTS OF LEMONS, swearing, abuse, drinking, death, etc. This is a DARK fic, deep down...or that is what I am intending.

Summary: Set beginning with the summer during OotP, Snape is forced to stay at Grimmauld. What happens when he sets his sights on a certain, young red-headed student that floods his brain with memories of his troubled past?

Chapter 1: Little Girl

This was not his intention in the least. He did not wish to spend his summer living with the dunderheads he dealt with all throughout the school year. That went double for Potter, the ginger boy, and the obnoxious, buck-toothed know-it-all.

And yet, here he was, Severus Snape, carrying his bags up the many stairs of Gimmauld Place. Dumbledore had required his living in the house over the summer in order for him to oversee Order business. Now that the Dark Lord had returned, things were serious. The Dark Lord, in fact, loved Dumbledore's suggestion. Severus would be "in the thick" of it all with Potter and his friends which thrilled Voldemort to no end.

As he reached the top level of the four story home, Severus ran straight into the youngest and only female Weasley child. "Watch where you're going, you stupid little girl," he growled.

Ginny gasped and froze, backing away quickly. "I'm sorry, Professor," she managed.

"What are you doing up here anyway? Your room is not on this level."

Ginny shook her head. "It is, actually...Fred and George wanted to switch so that all of the boys will be on the same floor. It's better, actually...since Bill won't be home, Hermione and I will each have our own rooms."

Severus scowled. "Lovely," he said, sarcastically.

"And, I'm not a little girl...for your information. I'm 15."

Severus rolled his eyes as he headed down the hallway. Hearing her retreating, however, he turned and watched her leave. "Not a little girl?" he called out. "Then do not expect to be treated like one."

Ginny stopped. "I wouldn't want to be, sir," she added, not understanding his tone. She stood for a moment more before making her way down the stairs.

She was right, Severus thought. She was definitely not the little girl that had walked in to the Great Hall three years before. Her long red hair and blossoming body filled the Potion's Mater with a kind of lust he had not known in years.

"If she doesn't want to be treated like a child, then she shall be treated as a woman," he said, suggestively, to himself as he closed the door to his large new room.

Severus smirked at the placement of his bed. He had glanced into Ginerva's room one his way to his own and now realized that their beds were on the same wall. He could have fun with that.

Putting his things away slowly, Severus realized that his mind kept wandering to a certain red headed student. His thoughts started innocently enough, but they most definitely did not stay that way. He felt his cock growing hard and straining against his pants as he imagined the girl on his desk, touching herself in a skimpy school uniform. Pervert, he thought.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on his door. He growled. This was going to be a long summer. Pulling the door open, he once again found himself face-to-face with Ginvera. "May I help you?" he asked, mere inches from her.

Ginny swallowed nervously, glancing up at the intimidating man. "M-mum says dinner's ready." She went to look down at her feet, but her eyes did not miss his tented trousers.

"Right...I'll be down shortly," he said, amused by her reaction.

Ginny nodded quickly and practically ran downstairs.

Severus contemplated caring for his problem before dinner, but an evil plan hatched in his mind. He turned his thoughts to potions ingredients and Minerva in her knickers and shuddered but was pleased to see that he was no longer saddled with a "problem".


Dinner was a horrid affair. There were too many people he could not stand in the same room, talking loudly about things he did not particularly care for. Ginerva Weasley, however, kept catching his eye. She was talking and laughing with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He studied the swell of her breasts through her shirt, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, and how plump and red her lips were as she bit them when deep in thought.

Severus left the table as Molly began dishing out desert. He climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and slammed the door to his room. Ginny fucking Weasley, in one day, had managed to fill Severus with such lust that he could hardly contain himself.

"This is ridiculous," he whispered to himself. "You're far too old to be thinking about someone so young."

Grabbing his towel, he headed to the bathroom down the hall. "Wonderful," he said, seeing the small cupboard was full of shampoos, perfumes, and tampons. He put his things on the bottom shelf, leaving out what he needed to shower.

Severus showered with cold water, willing himself to think of something other than the perfect curve of Miss Weasley's bottom. He practically drooled thinking about it. "You are a lecherous old man," he said to himself. "She's your student."

There was a banging on the door.

"I am in the shower!" he growled.

"I've got to use the loo!" Ginny. Of course.

Severus rinsed his hair and body before turning the shower off and stepping from the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist, smirking, as he opened the bathroom door.

"I do not appreciate my time being disrupted by the likes of you."

Ginny's mouth gaped, her eyes wide as she took in his appearance.

"What did you expect? I don't shower with my robes on. Stop gaping at me, girl," he demanded.

Ginny blinked and shook her head, blushing. "S-sorry, Professor...I just really need to use the loo."

"Fine...its all yours."

Severus and Ginny passed through the door, chest to chest. The dark man was careful to just brush her with his body as the switched positions.

"Goodnight, sir!" she called down the hall.

Severus smirked. "Oh, it will be..." he whispered, heading back into his room.

A/N: All for now. Well? Should I write more or move on to another idea? Up to you all...Review!