Another notch on his growingly chipped bedpost.
That's all she was then and all she was ever going to be.
The difference was, with Ginny Weasley Harry had to befriend her.
After the war he'd become emotionless, pretend lovers who shagged him in an attempt to fill the great gap in his being that had once been love.
Parvati was one of his first, Hermione follwed and many more came to him. Cho, Lavender even Fleur after Bill had died.
Emotionless flings, relationships became a sport, a hobby, a 'Game'.
Most of these girls came to him for emotional support, Harry always used to be one for that, but after the war Harry used the vulnerability they felt after losing so many who they cared about.
They all left more scarred and damaged than when they had come to him.
But now finally Harry had got to the girl he'd most wanted to fuck.
Ginny Weasley, admitedly she was drunk and drugged after Harry had slipped a little something in her drink when they had gone out earlier that night to 'catch up on old times'.
An innocent drink between two friends who had mutually agreed to break off their romantic relationship back when the war put an end to their already strained relationship.
In the taxi back from the bar Ginny kept falling in and out of a drugged slumber.
Harry smiled coldly at his handiwork, as he began planning his evening.
It didn't really eat his conscience that what he was about to do was technically rape, if anything it made it even more pleasurable.
The taxi pulled up in front of his dingy east London appartment.
"Thanks mate, gotta drag my missus to bed now, can't handle a few drinks I tell you, drunk as a skunk!"
The cab driver smiled back knowingly as the young man handed him his cash.
As the black London taxi drove away Harry roughly hoisted Ginny up the steps to the door of his bottom floor flat.
At the top of the stairs Harry opened the door with his key after kissing Ginny's neck and whispering in her ear exactly what was about to happen between them.
But Ginny could only whimper quietly in response.
