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By the time Harry was done, Ginny was in shambles, both in body…

And in mind.

It wasn't supposed to be like that, she repeated in her mind again and again, but it didn't prevent her from laying on her back and preparing herself for his invasion. She didn't say anything. The time to complain was long gone.

She could have rejected his advances when he offered a deal when she had made the mistake of showing off all the money she had borrowed from him, one that was supposed to be in an emergency. After all, it was ridiculous the way he asked her to pay back when she had made that mistake. She could have slapped him and left, but she needed more money.

… and, it would be a lie to say she hadn't fantasized about it. Though, her fantasies often also included flowers and declarations of love, rather than the cold floor of a classroom.

She accepted the deal … but rather than saving up to pay him, she spent it again. It was nice not to be the only one among her classmates that wore second-hand clothes, and she wasn't ready to stop. So, she ended up with another deal, this time wearing the underwear that she had purchased with his money. And another deal, this time without even that …

Until she ended up in a back alley, being fucked in the ass, like a whore.

And Ginny loved it.

It would have been even better if that bitch Fleur didn't intervene, but at least Ginny got a fun shopping trip out of it, so she wasn't complaining.

Especially since Harry was hovering above him, stronger and more domineering than she had ever seen him, ready to finally make her his. Her dreams of being the wife of the-boy-who-lived might be died but…

Being the whore of the-man-who-conquered sounded better.

"Actually, let's not do it," he whispered, and Ginny froze. No, not after everything, she thought. He couldn't suddenly decide to be merciful now. She needed it!

"Not like this," he added. "I want you to turn around and get on your hands and knees, just like a whore like you deserves. I'm going to fuck you from behind like you deserve to lose your virginity."

Something similar to the pride of rebellion welled up in her chest, but she wasn't sure, not with the speed it disappeared. She fell on all four, and pushed her ass out invitingly. As he caressed her ass, she felt pride instead.

With all the training she did, her ass was phenomenal.

"Now, Ginny," Harry murmured as he caressed his shaft landed with a strong thump. "Tell me, how much money your precious virginity is worth…"

Ginny should be insulted, furious, and raging to kill him… Yet, she just moaned. "A knut," she whispered. "I'm just worth a knut. I'm your whore, and nothing else," she whispered.

"Good girl," he whispered, and she almost climaxed. She opened her mouth to comment, but that died on her lips when he grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed forward…

And took her virginity.

"Harry!" she moaned desperately as he took her with a sudden, merciless burst of movement. No sweet whispers, no kind words, no warning; just his merciless hips showing his cock into her untouched womanhood, graduating her into the ranks of women.

Ginny felt her eyes widen as the pain hit, but not without pleasure, which was enough to trigger another climax of hers. She felt the pleasure blanketing her mind, ready to pass out…

Only to be jolted awake as he spanked her ass, destroying her stupor. Her eyes widened as he picked up even more speed, making her truly his whore.

"How does it feel to be a full-time whore, Gin-Gin?" he mocked her.

She wasn't in the mood to tease back, so she just answered honestly. "It feels amazing, Harry. I love being your whore," she moaned, afraid that the pleasure would drive her crazy.

Harry just laughed as he reached forward, and she felt his hands around her hair, pulling her back hard, with no concern for her safety, truly treating her as a whore.

Ginny just moaned and pushed her body back, her back arching as she took him inside fully with each beat, her body rocking every time their bodies hit together. She moaned in pleasure, accepting it all. Not that she could do anything if she had any complaints either.

Harry knew exactly how a whore like her needed to be treated, even better than she knew herself. No wonder he could tame a true whore like Fleur… The pleasure started to overwhelm her as her moans turned garbled.

Ginny bit her lips, afraid she would collapse before he finished. She didn't want to fail in such a spectacular fashion during her first time … it would be a disgrace for a whore like herself. She split her attention between the pleasure she was receiving and the reckless invasion he was delivering, her ass quivering and shaking from the impact of his thrusts.

She was about to fade into another climax when he suddenly pulled out of her, and flipped her to her back. Before she could react, he grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back, locking her in place as he slid inside her once more.

And, started slamming inside her as if his life depended on it. His expression contorted between anger and pleasure, Ginny was scared … in a good way. She just accepted his invasion even as he pushed her ankles even harder, testing her flexibility to the limit.

Ginny was shocked by her own capabilities, somehow handling him without collapsing. It was harder than anything else she had done … but more rewarding as well.

She opened her mouth to say that, but before she could, moans interjected, stealing her words.

"You like this, don't you, Gin-Gin," he whispered, his voice dark yet enticing.

"Yes, I love it," Ginny answered, abandoning herself to his touch. She even felt her magic stirring at his invasion … but that could just my an illusion as well. She was close to a total collapse. His tone was supposed to feel degrading, but like everything else he did, it just felt like a compliment instead.

He continued to thrust in, filling Ginny to the brim before she could say anything else. She closed her eyes, focusing enjoying his weight that collapsed against her again and again, any concern she might have otherwise felt absent.

The way he took her left no place for anything else. She was just a toy … and nothing else. Her eyes rolled up to her head as he finally finished using her, marking it with an explosion, filling her completely.

She finally fell unconscious … but she went out, with the knowledge that she had satisfied him fully and completely.

Her last thoughts felt more like a dream … pleasuring Harry so much that he decided to give Fleur to Ginny, to do as she wished, and Ginny introducing her to the other side of a whip…

"Okay, that was a … nice warm-up," Harry murmured in surprise as he looked at Ginny, who had collapsed just as he filled her with his seed. With the passion she had been displaying, and with her Quidditch conditioning, he had been hoping that she would be able to distract him until he could destroy the annoying call of the dark magic completely …

Unfortunately, Ginny seemed to be weaker than he had hoped, collapsing halfway. Though, he had to admit, until that collapse, she had satisfied him greatly, her mind surprising him as much as her body.

He certainly didn't expect her to be this kinky, not to the point of wearing her identity as a whore as a badge of honor. Albeit, it was more of a weird pet name than an actual intent, as Harry could see in her mind that, she was determined never to touch anyone but him.

And, since he would never let her go once she had declared her intention like that — his mental abilities making speaking unnecessary — there was no problem.

"You're going to have a lot of work, my little whore," he chuckled as he fixed her hair with his hand, looking at her exhausted state. He might consider convincing her to stop Quidditch if she reacted like this every time … but he had confidence that she would build the necessary endurance.

It was just like Quidditch, after all.

Trying to dress her would have been amusing, but he was still burning with unmet desire, and didn't want to waste more time. He waved his wand and magically dressed her before leaving the room, searching for another … friend to help him.

Everyone needed to do their job against Voldemort, after all.