Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's.

Leather

Ginny looked at her naked body in the mirror. She was seventeen now. School was over. She was working and life was meant to be great. Right?

She walked out of the bathroom and into her room. Harry Potter sat up in the bed and stared at her.

"You look amazing." He said walking up to her for a kiss.

She moaned as he ran his hands over her body and nibbled her small of her neck.

Look I'm standing naked before you
Don't you want more than my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence

            Ginny let him continue but her mind wasn't on it. She though of how many other women Harry had probably done this with. And how many men had she had? None… She thought she loved Harry. She'd thought she'd loved him since she was eleven. Now her fantasy was coming true but part of her didn't want it too.

Oh god could it be the weather
Oh god why am I here
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather

            Ginny pulled away from him slightly and he stared at her with concern. "Everything all right?"

"Mmm… sorry." She mumbled.

Part of her felt like crying. She couldn't do it. She didn't truly love him. So how could she let him be inside her?

"Is it your first time?" He asked pulling her towards the bed.

"…Yes."

"I promise I'll be gentle, Ginny."

"I know you will."

He leaned down and kissed her again. His hand ran up her thigh and she moaned again.

"Wait…" she said suddenly pushing him away from her.

I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't hold what I hold dear

Ginny grabbed her clothes and ran off down the stairs. She reached the door and pulled her clothes on quickly.

"Ginny, wait!"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't love you."

"But…"

"No… I can't do it." She shouted, then she opened the door and left.

Oh god could it be the weather
Oh god why am I here
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather

            Ginny ran out into the street and dropped onto the road. The rain splattered against her face and she cried. Tears streamed down her face freely and she let them. What was she thinking of? Harry Potter… it was Harry Potter. Her crush of over seven years and she'd just left, given up the chance of being with him.

"I'm such an idiot!" she said to herself.

I almost ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense" he said "you're alone here"
So if you jump you best jump far

            Harry came out of the house with a towel and he wrapped it around her. Holding her tightly he walked her back into the house.

"I'm so sorry…" she sobbed into the towel.

"It's all right, Ginny… I understand."

"No you don't… I feel dirty." Ginny brushed her hands together and wrapped them around herself. "It feels awful."

"Where?"

"Where you touched me," she said quietly and hiding her face in the towel.

"Oh… I'm sorry." He replied sitting back.

"Oh no, Harry… It's not you. I just… I don't love you and obviously I have more respect for my body than I thought I did."

"I see… well you can dry off and f you want… go home."

"Thanks…"

"You're welcome." He replied standing up and walking away.

That was the first time a girl had given up the chance of a night with the boy who lived.

Oh god could it be the weather
Oh god why am I here
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Oh god could it be the weather
Oh god its all very clear
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather