Remembrance
She wants to be fucked, but Harry always makes love.
She smiles up at him as he gently runs his hands over her, whispers, "I love you", his green eyes always full of hope and his mouth wet with desire and promises.
This is how it's meant to be, the golden boy and his best friend's little sister, the one who's had a crush on him like forever, the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Loved.
But something doesn't seem right, because while he's massaging her back, she's remembering rough hands groping her body and teeth biting down on her neck. While he tenderly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, she remembers her fingers tangled in someone else's soft blond hair.
When he starts making love to her, she makes all the right sounds, all the right movements. Her body registers pleasure, yet her mind remembers pain, bodies crashing together and Draco's taste on her lips.
But she can't mess up the storybook ending, the happily ever after that her mother wants, that Harry deserves.
So he says he loves her, and Ginny pretends to forget.