There was a time in her life when Ginny Weasley knew nothing but happiness. A time when, despite her slightly dark past, she had thought her life to be perfect. She was in her sixth year at Hogwarts when all that ended.
She finally had the boy of her dreams, her lifelong crush. Harry Potter held her in his arms watching the sun set over the lake, slipped her discreet, affectionate notes in the hallways and kissed her in a way that was so much more than 'just friends'. As far as she knew, there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this.
She was wrong. When Harry became too touchy-feely with her, she made it clear that she was going to wait until her wedding night to have sex. He told her he was okay with that, and told her he admired her for sticking to her morals. Then, one day shy of her 16th birthday, Ginny stumbled sleepily into the kitchens for a midnight snack and discovered Harry, in his boxers and Hogwarts tie lying on the kitchen equivalent of the Gryffindor table with an entirely naked Cho Chang straddling him. Harry begged Ginny's forgiveness for weeks, explaining that Cho was just meaningless sex, that men had needs, blah, blah, blah. Ginny refused to forgive him- until, that is, he told her he loved her. No boy, save for her brothers and her dad, had ever told her that before. No one had ever loved her like that. She didn't know if she would ever experience this again. And, remembering all of the good times she had shared with Harry, she took him back.
On the night of Harry's Hogwarts graduation, Ginny walked in on Harry in the Gryffindor common room, naked and rubbing oil onto an equally naked Lavender Brown. This time, Harry didn't follow her around begging for her back, or send her dozens of roses professing his most adamant apologies. In fact, he gave her an ultimatum: if he couldn't have her, actually have her, he would need to go elsewhere for the fulfillment of his needs. Ginny knew that she couldn't be with Harry while he was sleeping with other women, and she refused to let him go. He was, after all, the love of her life. He was the only man she'd ever had true feelings for, and the only man who had ever returned them. So she gave him her virginity.
When he came to her in the night in her seventh year, flying through her open dormitory window under a concealment charm, she felt guilty and happy, full and yet empty. She loved that she was pleasing Harry and she saw why Parvati and Lavender gushed about sex in the girls' locker rooms, but she still felt wrong doing it. Not in a definitive way, but there was something just not right. The feeling never went away, and she eventually learned to live with it. And after her graduation, when she moved into Harry's little Diagon Alley flat, she convinced herself that she was just as happy as she'd been at fifteen.
AN: Okay, so that was a prologue… I really didn't like my original story, so I decided to change it. I hope you like it and PLEASE REVIEW! (Danke! – Magenta Evangeline)