Fic: The Courtesan - Part 3

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PART 3

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Mondays were always slow days for leisure-oriented trades that tended to have more business on the weekends, but for Ginny there was always a standing appointment for Monday afternoon.

After the war and she was finished with her seventh year at Hogwarts, Ginny finally went with Harry to visit Severus Snape, their former professor and spy for the Order, who was a permanent resident at St. Mungo's. Nagini's bite had not killed the Potions master, but it had put him into a state of paralysis. As the venom coursed through his veins for hours untreated, there was damage that could not be reversed. Gone were the brilliant mind and sharp wit, as well as the strong body that once stalked the halls of Hogwarts.

Severus could walk, but with great difficulty and not without assistance. Mostly, he sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly out the charmed window of his small ward most days. Even his voice was mostly gone, not that he had anyone he wanted to speak to, that is until Ginny showed up one day with Harry.

Harry had been granted guardianship of Snape, since no one else seemed to want to take any responsibility for the wizard that killed Dumbledore, despite being exonerated of the charges.

Ginny held Harry's hand as they walked into the First-Floor permanent ward for Creature Induced Injuries. It had been a year since the Battle of Hogwarts, and she was unprepared to see a wizard once so strong with a hawk-like gaze looking so lost and frail. She stifled a gasp of shock.

Severus' eyes slowly swiveled, drawn to the sudden sound and visitors that he had hardly noticed. In the dank light of the dingy room, Ginny's red hair was a bright beacon of color against the darkly colored walls. Severus stared at Ginny, his brow furrowed, his eyes finally focusing on someone. With great effort, he breathed deeply, and with greater difficulty rasped questioningly, “Lily?”

That was the first word Severus had said since the final battle.

Upon Severus speaking, Healers flooded into the room. They swished their wands and prodded him, which he sat there, ignoring them all as his eyes were solely fixed on Ginny.

“Lily?” he attempted to say once more, but came out as a whisper.

This sent the staff into a greater flurry, encouraging Ginny to sit next to him, anything to keep him engaged and trying to speak

Ginny felt great pity for her old professor, having heard stories from Harry about the memories he viewed. It was quite a sorrowful state that the one wizard Harry thought hated him the most, due to his close resemblance to James Potter, had done so much to try and keep Harry safe. And to top it all off, Severus was the only one who had challenged Dumbledore’s assertion Harry had to die.

Sitting next to the shell of the once great wizard, Ginny shook her head. “I'm not Lily.” Tears spilled over, feeling terrible she had to tell him otherwise.

Severus either did not want to believe it or was too far gone to understand what Ginny was trying to tell him. He smiled for the first time a very long time and mouthed the word one last time. “Lily.”

When she attempted to leave that first visit, he began whimpering at the back of the throat, like a hurt puppy.

Placing a comforting hand along his cheek, Ginny was able to have him look her in the eye as she said, “I promise to come back and visit you.”

Ginny did not return the following week with Harry, but he returned from his weekly visit to report that Severus was actually doing better. He was eating more and was more alert, according to reports from the staff.

After a few more weeks, Severus began to fall back into the same catatonic state as before. It was then that Harry came upon the idea that Ginny should visit Snape at St. Mungo's since she was the sole cause of his brief improvement.

Sure enough, just a forty-five minute visit by Ginny, holding is hand, talking to him and reading aloud, was enough stimulation that Severus ate more, seemed more aware of his surroundings and even made eye contact once or twice with the Healers on staff.

Playing as a professional Quidditch player did not allow Ginny much time to visit Snape over the years, especially during the playoff season, but she made sure to visit him at least once a month, even after she and Harry broke up. Ginny knew that if it wasn't for Snape's sacrifices, the war would have easily turned against them and the wizarding world would be a much darker and unpleasant world. She felt a debt of gratitude, and if spending a bit of time with Severus made life a bit more tolerable for him, she was happy to spend some time with him.

Upon becoming a courtesan, Ginny was able to schedule weekly visits. Harry offered to pay for them, but Ginny said she was willing to do this as a favor for Harry, since it meant so much to him, and for a selfless hero who was otherwise ignored and still disparaged by the wizarding world. Severus became strong enough from her weekly visits that he could, under supervision and escorted, be taken out from St. Mungo's once a week and visit Ginny instead.

Ginny set up her boudoir so it would have lots of sunlight, a comfortable sofa and plenty of books for her to sit next to him and read aloud to him during his visits. These weekly sojourns to new surroundings and having Ginny all to himself further helped Severus recover some of his strength and mental acuity, though he still called her Lily, and could barely feed himself.

One visit, while Ginny read to Severus from a Potions tome by Barrent the Younger, he let out a shuddering sigh and leaned sideways on the sofa, turning to clutch onto Ginny. He proceeded to firmly rest his face firmly against her bosom and gave a great contented sigh.

“Lily,” he croaked out hoarsely, his nose nuzzling between her cleavage, his hands grasping at Ginny's shoulders. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Cradling him in her arms like a giant babe, she stroked his hair and spoke to him in a soothing voice. This merely caused Severus to nuzzle his nose between her breasts once more before settling down.

When Harry came to take Severus back to St. Mungo's, he was surprised to find the out-patient snuggling with Ginny in such a fashion.

“He seemed so happy; I didn't want to refuse him. It seemed harmless enough,” she assured Harry, explaining why he found them in an intimate embrace.

Helping Severus back into his wheelchair, Ginny leaned over and gave him a light kiss upon his temple. “Until next week, Severus.”

Just that small amount of affection was enough to cause the staff at St. Mungo's to remark about how Snape had improved vastly. He still could not dress himself, nor could he say anything but his one word, yet still they noticed the improvement.

As Snape's guardian, Harry discussed with Ginny what had happened. It was agreed that perhaps a bit of physical comfort would help with Snape's long term health and stability, as part of his therapy. Harry gave Ginny free license to decide how much affection she would allow Snape to initiate.

Through the seasons, Severus was brought to visit Ginny every Monday afternoon. Much of it was spent with Severus cuddled like an overgrown toddler in her arms as she tenderly stroked his hair and face, sometimes reading aloud to him, as he settled his face between her breasts, once in a rare while giving a snuffling snort of happiness.

One afternoon, as Ginny sat there gazing down at Severus, his eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at her. For the briefest moments, she thought that her old professor had returned for there was a brief glimmer of recognition in his eyes, or so she thought.

Severus' left hand, which normally rested her shoulder, slowly slipped down. Tentatively, he cupped her breast experimentally.

“Lily?” he gasped, his voice still uneven and raw. His brows knit with an unasked question, as his hand attempted to slip inside her shirt.

“Yes, Severus,” she whispered back, smiling down at him.

His hand, uncoordinated and shaking, began to try and move the fabric of her blouse aside, but fumbled with the buttons. With a flick of her wand, the buttons down the front of her blouse undid themselves.

Despite Severus not having all his mental faculties, Ginny recognized his reverence as he reached out and stroked the flesh of her breasts, his finger toying with the edge of the lace that covered her. With lips puckered, he pressed them against the swell of her breasts as he palmed her flesh.

As his hand slipped under the lace, Ginny could not help but stifle a small gasp of pleasure as his fingers rubbed against her nipple with the movement of his hand.

This one small noise from her encouraged him as his other hand began to tug at her bra, seeking to push aside the pale lace in order to press his face against the bare and soft flesh. In all of their visits together, this was the most excited or agitated she had ever seen him.

As his shaking hand sought to try and free her breast, she clasped his fingers in hers. “Shhh, allow me,” she murmured before unclasping her bra and letting it fall away.

There was an audible sigh and a fleeting look of adoration as he kept his eyes fixed upon the creamy flesh tipped with pink. Severus resettled himself between her breasts and tenderly suckled at her left nipple like an infant while his left hand palmed her right breast, cradled once more in her arms.

He murmured Lily's name, his mouth full of Ginny's puckered rosy flesh.

Ginny wasn't sure if this was some reversion to innate instincts to suckle at a mother's breast or the sexual urges of a man trapped inside of a faltering body seeking to release long pent up feelings. Ginny wished Harry had taught her Legilimency so that she could try and connect with the remnants of Severus Snape's mind and discover what he needed most to help him.

When Severus' hand began toying with her nipple in a way that inexperienced boys did when faced with their first pair of tits – and she had taken many a boy’s virginity in her line of work and before – Ginny was sure that Severus' needs were sexual in nature. She hummed softly, telling him he was doing it just right. She wasn't sure if he understood her or not, but he seemed happy.

It was then that Ginny remembered that Severus had always pined for Lily Potter. Harry even told Ginny about how, when questioned by Dumbledore years later about his undying love for Lily, he produced a doe Patronus and merely answered, “Always.” Upon recollecting that story, Ginny realized that Severus was probably still a virgin as well.

'Poor, Severus. Approaching fifty and still untouched. He's given so much for love, yet no one has loved him back.'

Glancing down at his trousers, she spied his erection straining against the fabric. Given that with each increase of physical and emotional comfort she brought to him, there was a noticeable improvement in Severus' well being, she figured by logical deduction that perhaps this might be extremely therapeutic, or so she convinced herself.

After rising from the sofa, she swished her wand and changed their usual sitting room into her boudoir. With a firm hand under his upper arm, Ginny helped Severus hobble over to her bed. Severus sitting upon the edge, she helped him undress and recline upon her sheets.

Standing by the side of the bed, she let Severus watch her undress. So rarely had he ever watched her so intently, his eyes fastened upon her curvaceous form. Ginny crawled up on the bed and straddled Severus.

Leaning forward, her eyes locked with his, she asked him, “Severus, do you want this?” Her hand caressed his cheek, wondering if there was enough of Severus inside to understand what she was suggesting.

Closing his eyes as he leaned into her touch, he breathed, “Lily.” His tone alone, almost begging, said he understood and wanted her.

Ginny kissed Severus. His hand reached up and stroked her face with shaking fingers.

Reaching down between them, she found him, still firm and ready for her. Severus certainly fit the stereotype of Slytherin being well endowed. Slowly, she guided Severus into her, taking him gently. The moment was tender and intimate.

As she began to roll her hips back and forth, Severus craned his head back and exhaled sweetly, “Always. Always.”

Ginny understood all that simple word implied and it nearly broke her. “Yes, Severus, I love you too.” It was not a lie, as she did love Severus in her own way. She could never reciprocate his feelings, as he thought she was Lily and would never be whole again, but she admired him greatly and had become fond of him over the past several years. Ironically, it was an unreciprocated love, just as his was.

“You're the bravest man I've ever known,” she professed as she slowly rode him, her eyes bright with unshed tears, repeating the same words Harry said to her about Severus, the unsung hero. Ginny had thought Harry the bravest person she had known, but to hear such admiration and praise from Harry, she had to admit that Severus was the most courageous person she did indeed know, who sacrificed so much.

As she sat up, looking down at him, he looked up, his eyes filled with rapture, as if some long held dream coming true. His hands palmed her breasts as she continued rocking and riding him.

“Always, Lily, always,” he whispered, his voice choking up.

“Yes, Severus, I love you too,” she repeated once more.

Severus' hips began rocking up into Ginny's as best as he could, since his body was still weak, and he threw his head back.

Ginny, sensing him close, rode him harder. Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek and chanted his name sweetly in his ear until he heard him give a stifled gasp and shuddered beneath her. He filled her with his seed as she sat astride him, holding him close, kissing the tears away from his cheeks.

“Always,” she said before planting a lingering kiss upon his lips as she stroked his sweat drenched tendrils of lanky hair from his face.

When Harry came to pick up Severus, he was unaware of what had happened. Severus was looking docile as usual as he sat on the sofa curled up in Ginny's arms. This time though, Severus was snoring softly when he arrived.

As they helped Severus up and into his wheelchair, Severus looked up to Ginny and smiled, looking more alert than usual. He croaked, “Always, Lily.”

Ginny leaned down and kissed him upon the cheek. “Yes, Severus, always.”

Harry gave Ginny a fleeting look, surprised by this new word added to Severus' limited vocabulary. He understood then what had transpired between them that afternoon, and he was initially unsure how he felt. A part of him was glad for Severus to feel love returned, even if it was a fantasy Severus was trapped inside where Lily was still alive.

Only time would tell if this simple act of tender intimacy would help further heal at least one broken wizard, since Ginny could not help Harry.

Ginny gave Harry a kiss upon the cheek. “Until next week then.”

Before Harry grabbed the Floo powder, he stopped and turned around. “I'm finally seeing a psychiatrist.”

Ginny smiled and patted his arm. She had encouraged him to find help and was glad to see he was finally getting it. When they had parted ways some years prior, she had said she was not averse to picking up where they had left off, but Harry had his own healing to do first.

“Maybe we can meet for a cup of tea sometime,” she suggested. It was her signal that she was still his friend and they could talk, and perhaps become more than friends once again, but only time would tell.

“A cup of tea would be good.” Harry nodded his head.

With a handful of Floo powder, Harry and Severus were gone and Ginny was alone in her boudoir.

~Fin~

Comments

[lenaa1987.livejournal.com]

I have got to say, this story has class. You've written Ginny as so... I don't know the word, but she's so upfront, so unapologetic that it's naughty and fantastic at the same time! Severus was just perfect (and maybe when you have the time down the track, I'd love to read more along those lines), Draco was fabulous. Standout was her relationship with Fred and George, especially when noting all the reqs for the American! I would've fallen over laughing if I wasn't in bed. Lovely work!

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Yeah, I like writing Ginny embracing her sexuality and not apologizing for it or being slut shamed. She loves sex, she loves making other people feel good emotionally and physically, she loves how it feels for her (e&p too) and understands about fantasies needing to be fulfilled. As for her relationship with Fred & George, notice I left Ron out of this completely? Fred and George are so used to dealing with this sort of stuff, it takes a bit to phase them anymore, which is why they were surprised when Ginny agreed wholeheartedly to fuck Draco. Thanks so much for your feedback and praise.

[alisanne.livejournal.com]

I don't know how, but you turned what could have been just a sex filled PWP story into something meaningful and tender.
Her interlude with Draco and his friends notwithstanding, this is so much more than a PWP. Ginny really has a delicate touch with people, doesn't she?
And the bit at the end with Severus was just beautiful.
I, too loved her relationship with Fred and George. :)
Well done!

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It's nice to know my prompter (you) was happy with this.

[geneva2010.livejournal.com]

You did an amazing job with this unique story. I love how mature Ginny is, and how she relates intimately and easily with so many people. A courtesan would be just like that, I imagine, making sure everyone is at ease. Sexy, sexy, times too. Good lord.

[bonsaibetz.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I love sexually empowered Ginny enjoying getting her kink on, and she should not be ashamed of it.