A/N: Hello everybody! It's been around two weeks since I updated last. I've been on summer vacation since the last day of May, but I've just been sleeping. Plus, I got sims 3 and have been playing it nonstop. But now I'm bored of it, so back to writing! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed/favorite! You are amazing!

James had not told Lily about what he saw earlier that day. He didn't know how too. He wanted to talk to his son first to get all the facts right. Which is why he called him to his office after lunch.

Harry appeared at the door.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, sit down," He gestured to the chair in front of him.

Harry did as ordered and sat down.

"What did you want to talk about, dad?"

"You know exactly what I want to talk about,"

"The Weasley girl?"

"Ginny. Are you two in a relationship?"

"Yes, I mean I own her. Her magic's tied to me,"

"No, I meant are you two dating?"

Harry acted confused, "Why would you think we're dating?"'

"Because of what I saw earlier today. She was in your bed, Harry,"

"Oh, we're not dating. I don't even like her,"

James sighed, "Was it consensual?"

"Sure. But it's not like she could do anything about it if it wasn't consensual. I have power over her,"

His son was turning into the biggest arse of the year. He couldn't believe his son would say such things.

"Son, I want you to apologize to her. I'm sure you know that she has never…"

"It was her first time, if that's what you're trying to say. And I'm not apologizing. I don't even know what to apologize for. I could thank her, if you want, for making a boring night fun,"

"Harry, a girl is not a toy you can toss out once you're done. She has feelings,"

"So? I don't care too much about Ginny's feelings. Plus, I don't think her feelings were hurt. She sure was encouraging me to go on last night,"

"And you didn't stop to think that maybe the alcohol that you two consumed beforehand clouded her judgment?"

Harry groaned, "No, dad. Can I go now? This talk is useless. You can't erase what happened,"

Harry was riling James. He was doing it on purpose.

"Don't you have any respect for her? She's your best mate's younger sister!"

"He doesn't know anything and she wouldn't tell him. Not that she can tell him,"

James had come up with a solution, or at least he hoped it was a solution.

"If you don't apologize to her, I'm cutting you off," James said simply.

Harry's eyes bulged, "What?!"

"You heard me. I want this attitude to stop. Apologize to her or no more inheritance,"

"You've got to be kidding! All this for a girl I shagged! You're unbelievable, dad!"

"I don't care. That girl has no choice but to serve you and it was not the right thing to sleep with her,"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll apologize to Ginny Weasley,"

"You can go do that now, Harry," James said, dismissing Harry.

Harry left his father's study and left the house. He went off to a muggle pub. He got drunk off his arse. When he arrived home, all the lights were off and his head throbbed. Unable to get up the stairs, he decided to go to Ginny's. Once he got in her bedroom, he quietly woke her up. He didn't want to wake Hermione.

Ginny's eyes popped open at the pokes on her arm.

"What the bloody hell?" Ginny sat up, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

She could make out Harry's body in front of her.

"What do you want, Potter?" She whispered.

"A repeat of last night?"

"NO. Get out,"

Harry sat on her bed.

"Why not? You enjoyed it,"

"I was drunk. Like you are now,"

"I'm not that drunk,"

"Please, just leave,"

"I don't want to leave. I want you,"

"That's too bad, Potter. We're never going to repeat what happened last night,"

"Never?"

"Never. It was a mistake,"

Harry chuckled quietly, "Alright. I'll give it a couple of days for you to sort out your thoughts. I'm very confident you'll come crawling back. They all do,"

"I am not your whore, Potter,"

He stumbled up and left. Ginny sat there like she had been slapped in the face. He had a lot of self-confidence to come to her room and claim she'll go back to him. She wanted to rip his eyes out and stab him. He had ruined her. And it wasn't something she could take back. The tears came. She hated crying, but this time around, she couldn't stop them from coming. Throwing a pillow over her head, she tried muffling her sobs.

Hermione tossed and turned, the noise of sobbing reaching her ears. She sat up.

"Ginny?"

"Yes?" Ginny answered croakily.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Go back to sleep," Her voice cracked.

"Why are you crying?" Hermione asked worriedly, standing up and walking over to Ginny's bed. She sat down next to Ginny's body.

"I'm not,"

Hermione removed the pillow from Ginny's head and turned the light on the night stand on. Ginny's eyes were red and swollen.

"Tell me what's wrong, Ginny,"

Ginny shook her head, covering it with the blanket.

"Please? I don' want to see you hurt,"

"I can't,"

"Why not? What's stopping you?"

Ginny uncovered her face.

"Hermione, I did something horrible. I don't want you to think the worst of me,"

"I would never think low of you, Ginny. Everybody makes mistakes,"

"This was a huge mistake. It's the one thing I regret the most,"

"What did you do? I promise I won't judge you,"

Ginny sat up next to Hermione.

"I lost, Hermione. I can't live here under the same roof as Harry Potter. I want to kill him,"

"What did he do now?"

"Well, that night you went to your parent's house and Lily and James went out, Harry and I watched movies. We also drank Firewhiskey,"

"That's not that bad, Ginny. Given, you shouldn't be drinking, but-"

"I slept with Harry," Ginny announced quickly.

Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

"What?"

"It was a mistake. I was drunk! And I don't remember anything!"

"But…Why… Why didn't he stop it?"

"Because he's an evil fuck that has nothing better to do than be a disgusting bastard,"

"That's not right, Ginny. He shouldn't be doing this with you. You're not his toy,"

"I know. I wanted to punch him. And then when I woke up, James was there! He was standing there. He must think I'm a slag!" Ginny exclaimed, burying her tear-soaked face in her hands.

"I'm sure he doesn't think you're a slag. So you don't remember a thing?"

Ginny shook her head, "All I remember is watching the movie and falling asleep on the couch. I don't remember the rest,"

"Is it possible he took advantage of you?"

Ginny shrugged sadly, "I don't know. I don't recall. He said I was begging for it,"

Hermione bit her lip. She didn't know what to tell her friend. A long talk with Harry was in the future. He needed to get his head off his arse.

"Ginny, I'm sorry Harry is acting this way. He has been messed up lately,"

"Lately? Hermione, he's been like this forever! He fooled you and Ron! A person that cruel is a master at deception! He will never change! It's time to realize that. Harry Potter is an evil man with no limits,"

Hermione didn't know what to respond. It was hard to hear that her best friend since childhood was gone. Or maybe he was always cruel. Maybe it was all an act. A game for him to play. Hermione knew she had to come to the realization that Harry was nobody's friend. He used people. He was a malevolent, heartless person. And he would always be.