The Results Of Room Complications

Summary: All members of the Order of the Phoenix are staying at Grimmauld Place in order to make strategies and defence tactics before the war. Each individual has their own room, Ginny is in her own room making herself comfortable when no one other than Snape enters, claiming it is in fact his room. Read to see how they manage to meet a slight compromise. Rated M for a reason!

A/N: This story takes place in 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' before the war. This is smutty one shot between Professor Snape and Ginny Weasley and is rated M for a reason. Please read and review, thank you and enjoy.

"Remus! Nymphadora! You're here! No, no leave your bags, Arthur will fetch them now, come in, come in!" Mrs Weasley shrieked to the couple the instant they entered the hall. They were the last members of the Order to arrive at Grimmauld Place. The Weasley twins were given the room in the attic on the fourth floor, opposite Kingsley Shacklebolt, in hope they would behave if staying next to him. Sirius Black was occupying the small room below them, next to Mundungus Fletcher on the third floor. The Hogwarts teachers including Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore and Alastor Moody all shared the second floor too. Hagrid was staying the summer at Hogwarts to look after the magical creatures so wasn't staying at Grimmauld Place. The rest of the Weasley family along with Harry and Hermione were staying in rooms all scattered along the first floor.
"Hiya, Molly" Remus smiled, he gave her a tight squeeze, "Thank you."
"Hi! Good to see you, Molly". Tonks grinned, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Arthur! Can you give us a hand down here?" Mrs Weasley called up the many stairs. "Mostly everyone has retired to their rooms now; I will show you where you will be sleeping. Arthur, get down here!"
Remus chuckled, "Brilliant, thank you". Mr Weasley had started rushing down the stairs, dust falling below atop of everyone's heads as he did so.
"What is it, dear? Ah, Remus! Tonks!" cheered Mr Weasley.
"Arthur, how you are?" Remus replied, happily.
"Splendid." Mr Weasley winked, quickly realising his wife was sternly pointing to Remus' and Tonks' luggage sitting by the door. "Aha, I shall bring it up behind you.".
"Thank you, dear. You two follow me!" Mrs Weasley directed to the couple. She led them up the first worn stair case, passing the many ghoulish paintings on the way. They then walked through a pokey corridor with a low ceiling passing various doors and then walked up a few more stairs.
"Right, here we are." Mrs Weasley guided Remus and Tonks through the doorway to their room.
"Lovely. Thank you, Molly." Tonks smiled.
Remus appreciatively said, "It's great, thanks. We shall see at breakfast then.".
"Goodnight. Wait, Arthur's just coming up the second flight of steps I think." With that, Arthur approached their door carrying their bags using a hovering charm and rested them down near their bed.
"Thanks, Arthur.".
"Night, sleep well!" Arthur called, walking back down the hall with his wife. "Right that's everyone, love. We better get to sleep ourselves.".
"Mmmm." Mrs Wealey replied tiredly.
""That's our room there, you go in and I will bring us up some tea." Mr Weasley charmingly said to his wife.
"That's Hermione's room you dimwit! We are the other end of the corridor!" Mrs Weasley laughed. She walked to their room down the corridor, "Hopeless." chuckling to herself.

Meanwhile, Mr Weasley was creeping down the main staircase trying not to wake anyone up on his way to the kitchen. As he got to the bottom of the stairs, there was a knock at the door. He had a mental battle with himself on whether to open it not thinking it could be Death Eaters. Deciding to do this the muggle way, he peered through the spy hole. Standing there moodily was no one other than Severus Snape.
"Aha! I thought there was someone forgotten…" a very relieved Mr Weasley whispered to himself. He swung the door open merrily, "Severus!".
"Mr Weasley, Hello." Snape muttered grumpily in contrast the Mr Weasley's tone of welcoming. "Where is my room?" he asked rudely, just stepping into the house from the porch.
"Oh, um I will take you there now… it's… up here." replied Mr Weasley, pointing vaguely towards the stairs. In truth he had no idea where his room was or is even there was any rooms left to occupy. "In fact you can easily find it yourself, it's the er… the door on the left as soon as you get to the top of stairs." He would soon find out if someone was staying there was his way of thinking. Thinking about it, he didn't even know if there was a room on the first left. "I was about to make some tea, would you like some?" he called to Snape, walking through the passage which led to the kitchen.
Already making his way up the stairs with his one small bag, he dimly replied, "No." and carried on walking. Rubbing his eyes in tiredness, he reached the door to his room and opened it to find Ginny Weasley lying on her front on his bed, in just her underwear.
Dropping his bag instantly, "What on earth do you think you are doing? he attempted to shout but thinking it was midnight and didn't want everyone to find him in this compromising position only managed a stressed whisper dripping with disbelief.
Ginny's face turned to that of pure shock and her jaw nearly dropped clean off her face. Startled, she got up flustered and attempted to draw the bedsheets towards her to cover herself. In doing so, she slid herself nicely off the bed and on to the hard wooden floor.
"Miss Weasley?".
"Ow.".