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She didn't remember the first time; she doubted he did either. The thing she remembers is his face when he woke up next to her, a tangled sheet the only thing protecting her modesty. His beautiful, rugged features twisted into a face of shock and terror; he was horrified, waking up and finding her here.

She remembered it all. The way he pinched the bridge of his nose before sliding his glasses on. The way his glorious muscles rippled as he stepped into a pair of shorts. The way he wouldn't meet her eye as he gathered up her scattered belongings into a neat pile, sliding them across the bed to her. A subtle plea to please leave.

As Ginny made her way home in the previous evening's clothes, she stopped to vomit in a trashcan; partly because of the alcohol, partly because his rejection hurt much worse than she would ever let on, playing over and over again in her mind.


That Sunday she reached a decision. Harry couldn't be entirely immune to her, or what had happened two days prior, would have never happened. And if this was all that she could have of Harry, she would take it, because it was better than not having him at all.

That night, for dinner at her mothers, she wore a sundress that was just flowy and low cut enough, that when she reached for another dinner roll, she heard a quick intake of breath from Harry, sitting across from her at their cramped kitchen table. He had seen the purplish mark just above her breast, teeth marks still faintly visible. She had meant for him to.


It was a week before she saw him again. She had gone out with her friends to the same pub where it had begun. She doubted she would see him there; it wasn't one of his usual stops, last weekend had been an exception. But lo and behold there he was, dark hair hanging in his eyes, the picture of sex appeal.

His sinful eyes met hers and she could have sworn he winked at her. She almost stopped dancing with the faceless man that was moving to the beat behind her, liquid courage giving her the confidence to approach him, but then all of a sudden, Ron was there by his side. And along with her brother, her common sense seemed to have returned.

She flushed and turned away from them, returning to her forgotten dance partner. Not that he noticed. It wasn't three minutes later when she felt fingertips briefly skim up the back of her thigh, sending a tingle up her spine. The action seemed too purposeful to just be the accidental outcome of a packed dance floor. She cocked her head to the side, so as not to be obvious, and saw green eyes look up at her under dark lashes, a smirk on his face as he danced with Ginny's friend, Lauren.

Three songs and fourteen more accidental brushes of fingertips as the pair danced right next to Ginny and the man she had snagged for the night, and Lauren decided she needed another drink and a break.

At which point Harry asked if he could cut in, all polite and smiles. The other man disappeared into the throng of hot sweaty bodies, and the gleam in Harry's eye told her that he had anything but polite things in mind for her.

In a strange way it was the most sensual thing she had ever experienced, dancing with Harry, here, in front of their friends. Both of them allowing their hands to subtly wander, brief brushes of skin, as they both tried to pretend they weren't enjoying it nearly as much as they were.

As the music began to change, Harry had leaned in, looking for all of the world as if he was speaking in her ear to be heard over the noise. She didn't need to tell Ron about the delicious way his tongue trailed the shell of her ear, or the way the hair on the back of her neck stood up when he sucked on her earlobe, warm breath whispering "Meet me at my place?".

She didn't need to tell Ron because this would be their secret. She would be his secret.


This had truly been their first time, in Ginny's mind. Sweaty, tangled bodies, low, husky moans. It was everything she had ever wanted from a man.

As the night started drifting into the morning hours, Ginny wistfully looked at the sleeping perfection next to her. And as she carefully slid out of bed, so as not to wake him, she tried to convince herself that leaving by choice would really be much less painful than being asked to leave. It wasn't. It never was.


It had been ten long months since they had started this, whatever it was. Ten long months of simultaneous heartache and bliss, and she had ruined it in a matter of seconds.

In that moment of complete ecstasy her mouth let loose those three words her heart had been longing to say for too long now. He tensed, eyes dark and voice gruff as he broke her heart a million times over with three words of his own. "Don't say that."

She hadn't meant to say it and tried to play it off, it didn't matter right? His eyes were cold and avoided hers. A dry sob she played off as a cough, most of her clothes on wrong and two torturous minutes later, she collapsed just outside his door, real sobs wracking her body.


Well that was chapter 2 so hopefully you hate Ginny a little less at this point. I decided to make a couple chapters out of this because it was rather fun to write in this style. It will only be one or two more chapters, but things will be coming to a head pretty soon. :D If you've got a sec and wanted to leave a review I would be one very happy girl! Otherwise I hope you enjoyed!