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Disclaimer: The author does not own Harry Potter, nor make any money off this story. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual events is coincidental. It is fantasy only; the author does not condone any illegal/immoral actions in real life.

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Part I: It's All Coming Back to Me Now
Chapter Warnings: Heterosexual Sex, Public Sex, Infidelity
Chapter Summary: What we did last night…well, I mean, I was drunk. It meant nothing to me. You are nothing to me other than an old friend, and I mean nothing to you. So let's just pretend it never happened, okay?
Paring: [Ginny/Dean]
It's so hard to resist
And it's all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it's all coming back to me now
"It's All Coming Back To Me Now" / Meatloaf

What the hell did I do last night?
Ginny’s head was pounding, her throat sore and scratchy, and her entire body ached from her head all the way down to toes. she wasn't stupid, so she kept her eyes tightly shut and brought her hand up to cover them, providing an extra shield from the sun that was currently shining through her bedroom window as though it had not a single care in the world. It would figure that the stupid ball of fire would decide to come out to play the same day that she decided to get pissed, only to wake up with what she would now argue was the worst hangover in the entire world's history of hangovers. In fact, she'd put Galleons on it.
Eventually, after mentally arguing with myself over whether or not movement would be wise, she managed to roll over to her back, frowning in light of the fact that Harry was hogging all the damn covers again. She had just rolled over the rest of the way and was about to wrap her arm around him, when she instinctively opened her eyes and froze. Harry definitely did not have skin that dark…or arms that big…or...
Bloody Hell! Merlin’s Hairy Bollocks!
She flung herself up onto her knees, pulling whatever part of the sheet she could muster up to cover her naked body. Ginny’s eyes widened in complete shock as they locked on a familiar, albeit sleeping, face. A face that didn't belong to the wizard she was supposed to be marrying in only a few months. A face that was framed with short, curly black hair and contained lips so full any girl would die for them. She involuntarily brought her fingertips to her own lips as she remembered when she had them pressed up against mine on a regular basis.
Almost in a daze, she raked her gaze down her ex-boyfriend’s body, slowly drinking in his broad shoulders and his perfectly sculpted abs. Ginny couldn't stop herself from reveling in the way the white sheet hung low on his hips, exposing a delicious V that practically begged any onlooker to continue heading down further until they reached the "true" prize. Dean Thomas had definitely grown up since Hogwarts, in a decidedly delicious way. She gulped loudly, trying to pull herself together and somehow tear her stare away from the male perfection in front of her.
Wait, what the hell am I doing? She was naked, in her bed…
She stopped her train of thought as she glanced around the room for the first time, realizing that she was most definitely not in her flat. The room had white walls instead of her familiar pale yellow and there were clear indicators that she was quite obviously in a richly appointed hotel suite.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Did she shag him?
She quickly shot herself off the bed, careful not to wake him, as she ran around the room in a flustered frenzy, trying to gather up the remnants of her scattered clothing.
Ginny’s purple knickers were underneath the computer desk. Her black bra was hanging off a small lamp next to the bed where Dean’s body lay lifeless and at peace. She wanted to jump on him and beat the crap out of his pretty face for taking advantage of her in her drunken stupor. A smaller part of her, a part she was trying to pretend didn't exist, wanted to crawl back in bed with him and pretend like she was a different girl, a single girl, a girl that was waking up from one of the most amazing nights she has ever experienced. Only, she couldn't remember much from the so-called amazing night yet, and she was most definitely not single.
She snapped herself out of her contemplations and continued on her clothing search. Her skirt was at the foot of the bed, but her shirt was missing. She quickly scurried into her skirt, threw on her bra, and was in the process of pulling up her knickers, when she was shocked to hear him speak.
"Going somewhere, Ginny?" He asked, his voice deep and groggy. She froze mid-pull; her skirt hiked up her thighs, and slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Dean was pushing himself up from his bed with one elbow while rubbing his hair and eyes with his other hand. Ginny’s eyes automatically diverted down to discover that his movements caused the sheet to fall even lower on his hips. She cleared her throat and quickly glanced away, wanting to curse the blood that was now pooling mercilessly into her cheeks.
"I uh…was just…um…," she tried to speak as she quickly finished pulling her knickers on, smoothed her skirt, and wrapped her arms around her chest in an attempt at some concealment, before she mustered up enough courage to look at him again. "Did we…?"
"Did we what?" he asked, smirking and quirking an eyebrow at her. Okay, so he was obviously getting much amusement out of her embarrassment.
"Merlin, don't make me say it," she said, nervously running a hand through her tangled hair. "You know what I mean."
"Yes," Dean said simply, as he not-so-modestly climbed out of bed, pulled on a discarded pair of boxers, and walked over to the bedroom door. She watched him curiously as he reached behind it and held up her pink vest top.
"Thanks," she said, before asking, "and are you saying yes that you know what I mean, or yes that we…?" she trailed off and tried to hide her surprise after seeing his delicious, stark naked body, while she walked over to him and grabbed her shirt out of his grip before pulling it on over her head.
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said, gently grabbing her wrists, stopping her from completely pulling down her shirt. "And yes, we shagged," he added, staring her intently in the eyes, just before he reached down and helped her to smooth it. "And yes, Ginny, it was incredible."
Dean’s gaze held hers as Ginny tried to remember how to breathe and attempted to wrap her mind around the repercussions of what he had just informed her. She was vaguely aware of the fact that one of his hands was now sliding underneath her shirt, his hot fingertips grazing against her bare flesh, causing her to shiver. His other hand was tangling into her hair, grasping the back of her head and trying to pull her closer.
"Don't you remember anything?" he asked, his voice just above a husky whisper.
"No," she said almost breathlessly, trying to figure out why everything he did felt so right when it was so very…very wrong. Even after all these years apart, his proximity automatically had an effect on her.
"Well then, why don't I give you a little refresher?" he asked softly, closing the small gap between them and pressing his full lips to hers. He kissed her chastely for a second before moving his lips to her jaw and leaving a heated trial of kisses back to her ear. Ginny’s eyes fluttered shut as she tried to convince herself that she needed to back away, that she needed to leave, that her heart belonged to someone else now. However, she felt defenseless beneath his touch, his hot mouth clouding her judgment and making it nearly impossible for her to resist. Ginny’s breath left her as memories of last night came rushing back to her.

Ginny had gone to a muggle club in London with some of her Harpies teammates, but had come to regret it as they all hooked up with random men and all but abandoned her. She was just about to give up and head home to her flat when she spotted someone she hadn’t seen since her Hogwarts days.
Dean Thomas had gone on the run from the Voldemort controlled wizarding world and though he’d survived the war, he’d never returned to Hogwarts to finish out his schooling. Instead, Ginny had heard he opted to stay in the muggle world, leaving the wizards who had destroyed his life behind and attending art school on the Continent. It had been years since Ginny had even heard his name mentioned, but from the looks of him, he’d grown up to be a fine man. Mighty fine indeed.
Slow the hippogriffs, Ginevra Weasley. You’re a taken woman, and completely devoted to Harry.
There’s nothing wrong with looking, though.
Shaking her head clear of her thoughts, Ginny had sidled up to the darkly handsome man. He’d greeted her with a smile and a hug, and they quickly fell into chatting as if the years apart never happened. Apparently he had just moved back to England and was teaching art in a conservatory. He hadn’t been back long enough to even find a flat yet, and was staying in a nearby hotel.
Ginny couldn’t help notice, though, that the chemistry instant and palpable between them. They’d always been attracted to each other, but now that they were adults and not inexperienced teenagers, that attraction was matured and deeper. Dangerously so.
Dean eventually led Ginny out onto the floor. At first she was a little nervous, and danced a bit stiffly, but after a while she relaxed, beginning to enjoy herself. By the time they had their third drinks she was fully enjoying himself. They danced, and chatted, and had a few more drinks. And if they moved closer towards each other Ginny told herself it was only because the dance floor was filling up.
Dean was a more relaxed dancer than Harry, as well as a more expressive one. His movements were sensual, timed to the music, whereas Harry always seemed to be slightly stiffer, and usually a second behind the beat. Not that Ginny minded, she loved Harry, not his dance moves. Still, it was nice to have such a capable partner on the dance floor.
They continued to dance and drink, drink and dance, and Ginny’s inhibitions flew out the door behind her sobriety. The last few songs of the night were a series of slower, more romantic numbers than the fast music from before, and Ginny found herself in Dean’s arms as they danced. As slow song followed slow song, they moved closer together, until Ginny instinctively rested her head against his shoulder, pressing herself against him and holding him tight. He held her tight as well, feeling how her body moulded itself against him.
The DJ put on the final song, a slow romantic love song. Ginny lifted her head up to look at her ex-boyfriend. Somehow, she was not sure how, their lips met. She did not know if he kissed her or she kissed him. What she was sure of was her reaction.
The instant their lips touched she felt heat flash through her. He crushed his lips to hers and she responded in kind. Her hand slid up to his neck, cupping the back of his head. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, she willingly opened it. Their tongues moulded together, twisting around each other. He pulled her closer, crushing her body against his. Feeling her breasts pressing into his chest. She could feel his hard on pressing into her groin and she softly pushed herself against it.
They held each other, kissing hard until the song ended and the lights came up. Finally they separated, slightly out of breath. For a moment neither of them spoke.
“We better get going; I guess it’s closing now. Is your flat far?” Dean asked. “I’ll walk you back to make sure you get there safely.” They were both too drunk to apparate safely.
“Thanks, but how about we walk to your hotel first and I hire a muggle taxi from there? I live a bit farther out than I’d rather walk when I’m drunk. If you want to, that is?” He gave no answer just led her out of the club.
Outside Ginny pulled him into another kiss. Pressing her lips to his hard, she felt his body reacting. If she kept kissing him like that she would lose what little control she had, and forget all about her fiance.
They walked down the road close together, almost touching. Ginny led him down the road towards an area of park land. When she reached it she turned along the path through the park. Dean followed her watching the way her body moved. Seeing the swish of her buttocks under the short skirt. When they were half way across the park Ginny turned to look at him.
“You enjoying staring at my bum,” she said with a smile, moving towards him in a slow sensual motion. Dean watched her as she approached. When she reached him she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was not soft and gentle, but hard and passionate from the start, Ginny crushing her lips against his and Dean kissing her back just as hard, trying to devour her mouth and pushing his tongue into her mouth.
As they kissed, he moved her backwards until she was against one of the trees. Once she was resting between him and the tree he began to kiss her in earnest. As he probed her mouth with his tongue, his hands ran along her body, feeling her soft flesh under his fingers, running his hands down her back then gripping her buttocks to pull her tight into him. Ginny wrapped herself around him, curling her one leg up around his thigh, pushing her groin into his. His cock was already hard, but it seemed to become harder as she rubbed against it.
Dean moved his hand up to her breast, cupping it and squeezing it gently, feeling the round shape of her breast under his hand. Her nipple was a hard bullet pushing through the thin material into his palm and he squeezed the breast hard, pressing his fingers into the firm flesh. Ginny gave a soft moan and slid one hand down between them, rubbing it over his cock, the first cock other than Harry’s that Ginny had touched in years, and even that had been back at Hogwarts when she and Dean had snogged and petted through their robes. Dean grunted softly at the feel of her hand rubbing against him.
In response, he ran his hand down under her skirt. Pressing it between her legs, she was surprised to realize she was already wet. She gasped deeply as he pressed his fingers into her flesh. He rubbed at her firmly, sliding his fingers down her pussy before slipping two of them deep into her body. He pulled his lips away and groaned that he could feel how warm her pussy was, how hot and tight around his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of her, kissing her hard again. Then he moved his fingers up to her clit, rubbing it firmly with the tips of his fingers. Ginny moaned deeply, clinging to him. He rubbed at her harder, running his fingers around the small bud.
She was fumbling with the button on his trousers. Once she opened it she slipped her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Dean's moans joined hers as she ran her fingers up and down his dick. She pushed his trousers down with her other hand, releasing his cock fully. Ginny was in no doubt as to where the two of them were heading. A quick glance told her there was no one else in the park but them. Dean ran his hands up, hooking his fingers in the top of her knickers.
"I don’t have any condoms," he told her. "And I don’t know any spells for that. But I’m clean.”
“I'm on the potion. I don’t want to have kids yet so that I don’t have to end my quidditch career yet," Ginny told him. That was true. “And I’ve only ever been with Harry.” The latter was true too; until tonight. Dean and her had never gone that far back in Hogwarts and she had been with Harry ever since. She had never even contemplated cheating on Harry, a fact that had it come to her mind just thirty minutes earlier it would have pulled her up short. Now it had no effect on her desire to fuck Dean. If she admitted it to herself, the thought of feeling a cock other than Harry’s – a much larger and thicker cock at that – in her cunt was more of a turn-on than a deterrent by then.
Dean maneuvered himself between her legs, cupping her arse and lifting her up. Positioning his cock against her wet opening, with a single thrust he entered her, pushing his eager cock up into her pussy. She gasped hard as he entered her and Dean grunted at the feel of her tight, wet cunt around him.
“Ginny, I can't go slow. I need to fuck you hard,” he warned her. He had intended to take his time, fully enjoy her, but as soon as he entered her he knew there was no chance of that. There was no chance of any finesse.
“Good, I don't want slow. I want hard and fast,” she told him. He began to thrust hard, pushing his cock deeply into her. Ginny gasped, clinging to him, and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her arms locking around his back, he pinned her against the tree, using it to hold her up.
He rammed into her, fucking her hard, thrusting his cock up into her and pushing it as deep into her as he could. He moved in rapid thrusts, ramming in and out of her. His fingers dug into her thighs, her muscles under his hand rippling with each hard thrust. She gasped roughly as he fucked her, slamming his cock deep into her pussy; she felt so full of him, her juices barely managing to flow out of her tightly stuffed cunt onto his swinging bollocks despite how copious they were. He kissed her neck and shoulders, then her face, kissing her hard on the mouth, stifling her gasps with his mouth.
Dean moved one hand up to cup her breast through her top. Squeezing it, feeling the shape of her breast through her top, while continuing to ram his cock hard into her. He thrust up into her as hard as he could, making her gasp loudly and her body ripple with each thrust.
All too soon she felt her body tightening, as she headed towards an orgasm. Luckily, Dean was right there with her.
"Ginny, if I keep going I'm going to cum in you.”
"Don't stop, Dean, keep going, cum in me," Ginny gasped back, clinging to him, pushing herself into him, matching his thrusts with her hips. He kept up his motion, slamming into her hard and deep, feeling his body rushing towards its release. Ginny moaned deeply as his thrusts grew harder.
"Yes, Ginny, yes I'm cumming!" She groaned as he felt herself tipping over the edge, and she called out his name even as he rammed into her and emptied himself in to her pussy. She clung to him, gripping him with her thighs, milking his cock with her pussy through her own orgasm, shuddering softly as he came in her.
Dean held the her tightly for a minute until they both stopped gasping for breath. Then he slowly lowered her down, pulling his cock softly out of her. The pair of them rested against the tree for a few more minutes until the both stopped quaking. Only then did Dean step away from her and she pushed herself up off the tree. Her first couple of steps were unsteady, then she turned to look at him, her face glowing in the moonlight.
"After that I can't wait to find out what happens when we get back into the hotel room." She told him, grabbing his hand with hers. Smiling widely, he followed her along the path towards his hotel.

"Once we were in my hotel suite, you took off all of your clothes and then started working ferociously on mine. You were very impatient and very demanding," Dean said in between kisses as he began working his way down her neck. Ginny’s breathing grew shallow and her heart increased its once steady pace inside of her chest.
He pulled back slightly to lock eyes with her again before saying, "You were screaming my name, begging me to take you harder, to take you faster.
"I fucked you four more times, in four different ways, and gave you eight of the most intense orgasms you ever experienced."
Ginny stood completely stunned and speechless, unable to wrap her mind around what he was saying. How could she have let this happen? She loved Harry with every last part of her beating heart. It was so unlike her to go out and drink, let alone leave with some guy she hadn’t seen in years.
"And, I told you, you belonged to me now," he breathed, as he pointedly brought her left hand up to his mouth and kissed the flesh just above Harry's bright and shiny 3 karat, emerald cut, diamond ring. It was his mother’s engagement ring…
His mouth was on hers a second later, taking away any opportunity she had to speak. Ginny let out an involuntary gasp as he kissed her hungrily, desperately pulling her body closer against his.
A landslide of emotions came crashing down on her all at once as flashes from the night before continued to enter into her consciousness. They were sketchy and vague, random images of his smile, his body glistening with sweat as it hovered on top of hers, the name "Dean" escaping her lips in guttural moans of pleasure. Ginny’s body was pleading with her to respond to his kiss, to wrap herself up in the heat of his embrace and allow him to consume her completely. Ginny’s heart was breaking at the thought of Harry and the betrayal she was causing him, while her head was trying to tell her that while this kiss felt very right, it was most definitely very wrong. Somehow, she managed to gain control over herself and brought her hands up between them, pushing off his chest to break free.
"No, Dean" she said a little louder than necessary while dramatically shaking her head back and forth. "I can't. I shouldn't have…I mean, we shouldn't have done this." She glanced over to the muggle digital clock on table. "Bloody hell! I have to go!" she hissed, realizing that Harry was probably wondering where she was. She frantically scanned the room in search of her purse, Dean beating her to it and walking over to the table before picking it up and dangling it in the air between them.
She ran over to him and grabbed it roughly out of his hands. She managed to hold back the tears that were now stinging her eyes and swallowed the lump that was presently forming in the base of her throat.
Dear Goddess, what have I done?
Taking one last look in Dean's direction, she could only imagine what she must look like to him, what he must think of her now. I am just a cheap whore to him, the type of girl that would cheat on her life partner, an easy fuck. She felt sick.
"I love Harry," she suddenly said, not entirely sure why. Was she trying to prove it to him or was she trying to convince herself?
Dean's eyes widened slightly before he collected himself and took a deep breath, running a hand through his thick hair again. "I'm sure you do," he said, dryly.
"So I take it I won't be seeing you again?" he asked after a moment, when she just stood motionless and didn't reply.
"Never again," she whispered, the tears starting to break through her weak barrier and collect along the rims of her eyes. "What we did last night…well, I mean, I was drunk. It meant nothing to me. You are nothing to me other than an old friend, and I mean nothing to you. So let's just pretend it never happened, okay?"
As soon as the words left her lips, she knew they were a lie.
He frowned, but didn't protest.
No, Dean, please tell me it meant something.
Ginny followed him numbly as he guided her to the door, an awkward silence extending between them.
Please tell me I wasn't just a meaningless fuck.
He opened it to see her out.
Please. Please. Please.
"Goodbye, Ginny Weasley," he said, and she thought she heard sadness etched in his tone.
She nodded her head and turned to leave.
Dean didn't try to stop her.

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