Chapter 2: Incomplete

Harry walked around The Burrow aimlessly. Everyone was laughing and smiling. Why wouldn't they be happy; George was getting married today. Yet another person who had moved on.

Assholes. Why did I come? Oh, right.

"Fucking fake it," she told him. She, Hermione Granger, who bitched him out when he refused to come. "Pretend to be happy for George," and "You owe him that much." Bunch of bullshit.

Harry didn't care. What did he owe George Weasley? Yes, he had lost his brother, how was that Harry's fault...but it was. Wasn't it. Everything was Harry's fault.

He watched as the couple exchanged vows and kissed. Would he ever have that? Probably not. Fuck happily ever after. He looked away.

Ginny caught his eyes. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow; silently asking if he was okay. He looked away. He was happy, he reminded himself.

The party was in full swing now. Everyone was dancing. He glanced around the room.

Fucking bunch of idiots. All of them. Laughing as if all of it was all just a bad dream. Yeah? Then where is Fred? Oh right. He never exsisted. That was just a dream too. Fuckers. Harry swiped a bottle off the table and walked away. No one would notice if he disappeared.

He was alone again. Sitting in the basement of the Burrow, drunk.

He hated this place; another place where ghosts followed him around. He hated these people; forgetful bastards. He wanted to go home. He wanted-

The door creaked open; light footsteps approached him. He watched as Ginny swiped the bottle out of his hands and downed a quarter in one gulp.

"Drinking alone? How sad."

He grabbed it back. "I was enjoying myself...until you showed up." Harry took another gulp. "Get lost."

She smiled. "Is that anyway to greet the love of your life?"

He laughed. "Love of my life? The only thing you ever loved was my name."

Ginny grabbed the bottle. "I loved other things too."

She finished the bottle and tossed it. Ginny rummaged through a box against the wall and pulled out another bottle. "Got my own. This is the good stuff." She pointed to the bottle on the floor. "That's the cheap stuff." She took a swig and handed it to him.

He grabbed it. It burned. It felt good.

They took turns drinking until the bottle was empty.

Stumbling, she walked back to the corner and retrieved another bottle. Ginny opened it and took another gulp. "It's more fun-" She slurred "then drinking alone."

He laughed. "I like drinking alone."

"Why?"

"Less talking."

Ginny pushed him down. "No talking then."

He fell backwards, flat against the floor. Harry watched as she reached under her dress and removed her underwear. She bent down and unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out. GInny stroked him to life.

He tried to move his arms, but she had binded him. He looked at his wrists, no rope. She was clever. Wandless magic.

She climbed on top of him and sunk down; riding him hard and fast, taking what she needed. Harry looked between them, but her dress covered where they met.

Her hands pushed against his chest as her cunt continued to milk him. He could feel her butt slapping against his balls. It was painful, but so good. Yes. Pain. He needed the pain.

She smiled, "It's not always about you." Ginny stood up and turned around, sinking back down on him. He grunted at the new position; watching her red hair bounce as she rode him backwards. He bucked desperately against her.

Ginny leaned forward on her arms, grinding just her bottom. "I loved this." She lifted the bottom of her dress, so he could watch himself disappear inside her. Her pussy was so wet. He slid in and out, easily.

Harry wondered how many dicks she had taken since they broke up? How many had she taken while they were together? Fucking slut.

Yes, he had caught her, sandwiched between Malfoy and Zambini...a dick in each hole. She was panting like a whore, but he couldn't stop watching. It was so raw. Bodies slapping against each other. The two men pounded into her, as if she was a rag doll. And she let them. She held on to Zambini"s shoulders, legs wrapped around him, as Malfoy fucked her ass. They fucked her until she couldn't hold on any longer; then threw her onto the floor. Malfoy slid under her and into her cunt; Zambini mounted her ass. Harry stepped out of the shadow and took his turn. She cowered in front of him, but he simply pushed his dick into her mouth and claimed the unused hole. The three of them pounded into her, no rhythm, just every man for himself. Harry came on her face and walked away. "It's over." He could still hear them continuing to fuck her. He could still hear her moans.

Her ass bounced rapidly against him. How he wished he could pin her to the floor and shove his dick into her tight ass. He would fuck her until she begged him to stop. He would fuck her until she bled.

Oh- it was too much. This new feeling of her cunt and his thoughts.. He was hitting her walls, hard. She moved faster...building speed. Her fingers rubbed her clit frantically.

She leaned up and moaned, grabbing her breasts. Her walls tightened around him. He was close. So close-

Ginny got up and vanished the mess, putting her underwear back on and straightening her dress.

She put a finger to her lips, "No talking."

She left, releasing him after the door closed.

Harry looked down. Bitch. He dick was still hard. Fuck.