Ginny was never a fan of the expected.
She could handle a "well, that's obvious" kind of plot in a book; she didn't mind thinking "well, I knew that was going happen" after a particularly loved-up couple split up and rumours flew around Griffindor common room like wildfire.
She liked the unexpected when it came to boys.

She was sixteen that day, and to celebrate, she and her best friend Demelza, who had turned sixteen earlier that month, had made a pact...

"I will!" Ginny laughed, almost tipping over backwards and earning herself a swat on the knee from Demelza, who was painting her toenails black. Ginny's long fingernails matched her toes, and her hair had been backcombed into layers and was standing out from her head in soft waves.
She wore tight scarlet jeans and a short black vest top, and her makeup was dark and temptess-like.
"You will not," Demelza replied, giggling through black-painted lips. "I lost mine the other night, but you, babe, are going to stay a virgin for a long time."
Ginny laughed harder and kicked her foot out, jokingly hitting Demelza on the shoulder. Demelza finished painting Ginny's toenails and then sat back to admire her best friend. "So," she said, with the air of someone trying not to laugh. "Is it Harry?"
"No!" Ginny replied, scorn heavy in her light voice. "No way. He's such a dick."
Demelza nodded. "I hear you," she answered, and Ginny smiled happily as she saw her reflection in the mirror. "So who?"
"It's all arranged," Ginny said airily. "I'm meeting him at eight outside... and we're going back to his common room... it'll be amazing, Demmy."
Demelza shook her head, "How are you going to get outside at eight?"
"Dunno yet," Ginny admitted, shrugging. "I'll work it out."
"Please tell me who you're having sex with!" Demelza pleaded, as Ginny pulled on a pair of socks and her knee length high heeled boots.
"How do I look?" Ginny asked, ignoring Demelza's previous question altogether.
"Fine," she said with a resigned sigh. Ginny giggled and blew a kiss to her reflection, then bounced up and down, eyes closed.
"I am so nervous," she admitted.
"Is he an older guy?" Demelza asked, eyes huge and curious.
"Yeah," Ginny giggled. "And I bet his cock is ... just huge!"
Demelza collapsed into giggles and hugged Ginny. "I'll be awake until you come back and tell me who it was," she teased, and then looked at the clock. "Go on, girl! Go shag that kid!"
Ginny laughed and hugged her friend back, then purposefully walked out of the room.

Ginny's POV

Where was he?
He was late. Very late.
It was almost quarter to nine and I was still sitting outside on the grass by Hagrid's abandoned hut (he had gone to the mountains with his 'brother') and put my head in my hands.

"Ginny?"
I looked up, a smile touching the corner of my mouth. There he was, hair shining in the setting sun, lips parted in an un-said question, when I launched myself at him, kissing him passionately. I had kissed only Harry before, and he was far too much of a gentleman for me, never letting his hands stray away from my waist, never, ever using his tongue like my boy was doing now.
"Ohh," I moaned against his mouth as he moved his hand up my shirt, cupping a breast and gently squeezing with two fingers.
"Like that?" he whispered seductively.
"Oh yes," I replied, and then shivered as he brought his hand down to unbutton my jeans. I squirmed closer to him, lips still locked tightly together and tongues wrestling furiously. He slid one finger underneath where my opening was, and stroked gently, his other hand cupping my right breast.
"Ohh my god," I whispered, and then stopped kissing him and worked my way onto his neck, nibbling and biting and licking, and kissing until I left a dark bruise on his collarbone.
"Good girl," he said appriciatively, and I shuddered as I felt myself get more and more turned on. I had never been in this situation before, kissing a boy I knew would fuck me soon. "Say that again," I muttered against the cool skin of his neck, and he obliged me.
"Good giiirrlll," he crooned, spinning the word out like a stick of bubblegum. "Now... Just let me..."
He slowly pushed a finger into me, and I gripped his shoulders, shaking with the fucking pleasure of it, the exhileration, the passion with which he now moved his finger in and out of me.
"Good girl," he repeated, and I came.
"Auugh!" I shrieked to the sky, and he closed his eyes, released his finger and kissed me deeply.
"Oh my sweet Ginny," he moaned against my mouth as I tentatively reached for his flies. I pulled them down and gently stroked his erect cock through the black fabric of his boxer shorts.
"Lie down with me," he whispered, and we walked a short way into the forest, where he pushed me down into a patch of grass and leaves and lay beside me.
"Ginny, Ginny," he whispered into my hair, kissing my neck as I resumed my stroking of his throbbing warm cock.

Soon we were both naked and I was marvelling at the ice-white skin stretched across his six pack.
"Oh you're beautiful," he whispered, and I blushed firey red and kissed him as hard as I could, trying to convey all my feelings - fear, love, passion, fury, need, lust - into simple lip contact.
"Please," I whispered after a while, and he rolled over so he was positioned over me, and his cock was nudging slightly at my entrance. "Just do it now... Please. PLEASE!" My shout was a feeble one but it drove him to action as he gently, gently, lowered himself into me. It felt so good that as soon as his cock was halfway into me I came again, splattering cum all over his cock. He bent his head to kiss me as he lowered himself hard on top of me, so hard he knocked the breath from me.
"Oh my god," I breathed, and he raised his eyebrows as I came again, panting heavily, eyes closed and head flung back in pure fucking passion, and he was thrusting and... this felt... wrong. Somehow, I felt blood trickling down my legs, and he saw it too, and pulled himself out of me, tears welling in his eyes.
"Ginny...?"
I tried to speak, to reassure him that I was OK... Nothing happened. I took a breath, that caught in my throat. I tried to cough but couldn't. I was terrified now, and so was he, frantically dressing me and himself and then lying beside me, lips close to my ear, whispering, "I am so, so, so fucking sorry Ginny... I..." His tears splashed on my face but now I was so weak I couldn't wipe them away and my eyes... were closing... and I... could feel him lifting...I was up now, in his arms... I...