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It was all a mistake. It should never have happened. If it hadn't I wouldn't be where I am now. Soon I won't be anywhere at all.
You see it was my first time, and it all went wrong.
My name is Ginny. I have six siblings besides myself. I am a professional Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies. And this is how my entire life fell apart in less than 20 minutes.
We had just won our greatest match against our rivals, Puddlemere United, in a match that had lasted three days, sixteen hours and twelve and a quarter minutes. We were euphoric. The win was astounding. I could feel my heart beat all over my body, even in my toes. The final score was 1,340 to 1,280. It was the best moment of my life so far.
Later that night we all went out celebrate that ended up going on for more than two days.
Our equipment manager Wayne Hopkins and I were spending a lot of time together and had gotten very close during my two years on the team. So close that we had spent most of our free time in practice, making out in broom closets. Here's the bad part. He was engaged. Here's the worse part. I didn't care. I knew he and his fiancee were not getting along well and he wasn't pleased with her sexually.
He was very attractive. Big blue eyes, broad shoulders and such chiseled features you could pop a muggle cap off a drink. The way he looked at me made my head spin. He'd call me beautiful and gorgeous so much that I believed him. Being raised with six brothers you don't see yourself as such. I always envisioned myself as a sack of potatoes with the ability to speak.
Anyway, the night my life fell apart Wayne and I snuck off into an open house. It being ten thirty at night it was empty.
We started fooling around and one thing lead to another and I lost my virginity to my coworker in an open house that lasted less than twenty minutes. He drove me home on his Cleansweep 11, the entire way home I kept shifting uncomfortably, as you can imagine why.
He dropped me off in front of the burrow where I still lived. My childhood home was quieter now; me being the only child still living there. I walked in saw my mothers face and nearly started bawling as she smiled at me and asked me how my day went. I was sore and felt guilty knowing she would not be happy. I quietly said we had one and excused myself to my room to take a shower.
That night I sat down in the shower for at least three hours crying. No I wasn't raped, but I never said yes. I didn't nod, nor give any other sign for yes in that moment I froze and let him do what he had wanted to do to me. I made no sounds, nor expressed any emotions. I froze.
I was feeling guilty for how I disappointed my family. How would they react when they found out their only girl, their precious innocent baby lost the most important thing she could have.
While sitting in the shower I had a horrible thought; What about STD's? Should I be tested? Any human can have them. He didn't use a condom or use a barrier spell... I had to tell my mother... oh god... I have to tell my mother... this isn't going to end well.