Ginny stared at him and stood up from her chair. He watched her as she walked around the desk and came to stand beside him. The redhead placed a hand on the back of his chair and leaned forward, her other hand on his desk. The neckline of her dress was cut short, giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage right in front of his face. He felt a sort of calming aroma wafting off her, trying to ensnare his senses, and he looked at her with eyes full of adoration. Ginny smiled.
"I know you are still attracted to me," she whispered, looking him in the eyes. "And I'm attracted to you as well. More than you can imagine. What do you say about giving it one more shot?"
Harry stared at her face for a long moment before dragging his eyes down her neck until he was staring at her exposed cleavage. Ginny smirked at his obvious attraction and gently held him by the back of his head, tilting his face upward and bringing her lips closer to his. She brushed the strand of her hair behind her ear with the other hand and opened her mouth to whisper something when Harry cut her off.
"And this has nothing to do with the fact that we are on to Zabini?" He asked with a wicked smirk as he looked back at her face. Ginny's eyes widened slightly as she leaned back, watching the adoring look vanish from his eyes. Her hand left the back of his head and she put it on the chair once again.
The redhead quickly composed herself, the smile coming back.
"Zabini has been a long, distant past, Harry. I've not even thought about him for years," she whispered. "I never could, not after I realized how wrong I was when I did that."
"And yet you fucked him last night before coming over here this morning," he replied immediately, smirking. Ginny's eyes widened.
"Y-you must be mistaken, H-Harry. I've—"
"'Potter and his aurors are on to me. I tried to bury everything but the asshole is too good at his job.' Isn't that what he said last night after you two fucked?" Harry said casually, smirking at her widening eyes. "We've been monitoring that piece of shit for a month, Ginny. You better believe every single auror on this assignment knows how many times you two have fucked, where you two have fucked, and how many women apart from you he has fucked. Four, if you're interested in knowing."
Ginny recoiled when Harry suddenly stood up and grabbed her red hair in a fist, glaring at her.
"And trying to use love potions of the Director of the DMLE? That's at least a decade in Azkaban if I'm lenient," he smirked at her fearful eyes. "And you better believe I'd be anything but lenient, especially with you."
"Harry I—"
"Just shut up with your bullshit, Ginny," he chided as he walked around her, holding her steady by her hair, and Ginny's eyes widened when he slowly lowered her front over his desk, hiking her bottom up. "I know why you were here. You were going to seduce me and ask me to take you back now that Zabini's a lost cause. Very predictable, I must say."
"N-no I—"
"Denying it won't do anything, Ginny," he whispered as he pulled her hair back harshly, making her cry out in pain. "I've come to know what kind of woman you are. There's nothing you can do that can convince me. Zabini's days are numbered, and you better believe he'd be rotting in Azkaban for his sins. You and I? That can happen only in your dreams."
"H-Harry please… I…"
"I'd like you to answer something for me, Ginny. And I'd like you to be truthful about it for once," he whispered against her ear, and Ginny shivered.
"Okay," she whispered submissively.
"Why could you not wait for me and had to become a whore to Zabini? Just give me an honest answer. That's all," he said softly.
"Because I didn't know if you were even alive, and things happened between Blaise and me," she whispered. A loud smack rang out as Harry spanked her ass over her dress, making her cry out in a mix of pain and shock. Her eyes widened as she looked at the table.
"Lie next time and it will be on your bare skin," he growled, pulling her hair and making her cry out. Ginny could not explain why but she was getting overly turned on by this. Harry was never like this with her, and she felt more attracted to this side of him than she could've ever imagined. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs and she shivered.
"The truth now, if you will," he whispered as he leaned over. Ginny gulped and blinked slowly.
"Blaise excited me," she finally whispered. "You were away, and you were always so gentle whenever we made out. After you left, I was left alone and no one would come to me. They all knew we were together, and I knew no one would betray you like that."
"Not Zabini though, right?" Harry chuckled mirthlessly, still holding her hair in a firm grip. "That's why you chose him?"
Ginny nodded shortly. "He told me he could protect me from the Carrows if I agreed to sleep with him. That I won't have to worry about getting tortured."
"And like the coward you are, you jumped at the chance," Harry scoffed. "Everyone was bravely enduring everything, doing all they could to bring down Voldemort and they never bowed, and there you were, spreading your legs eagerly for some respite. You disgust me, Ginny."
"I had no choice, okay! I couldn't take it. It's not my fault that I couldn't."
"Tell me, Ginny," Harry said softly. "Would you have betrayed us if they offered you protection? Would you have told them where the students were hiding, who was helping them outside Hogwarts, and everything else you knew if they let you live comfortably?"
Ginny's silence was answer enough, and Harry scoffed.
"Then I'm glad that Zabini was nothing more than a horny bastard who could only think with his cock," Harry sneered. "And you seriously thought I'd agree to get back with someone like you?"
"H-Harry… I love you," she whispered.
"Love?" He scoffed. "You don't love me. You love everything around me. The wealth, the respect, the prestige in society, the power. You want to be a part of it all. You are nothing but a greedy whore, Ginny."
Ginny's eyes widened when he suddenly hiked her dress up over her ass and dragged his finger over her pussy lips.
"Seems I was right. You've even trimmed. And what is this? You're so wet that you're gushing," Harry chuckled. "Does all this make you wet, you whore?"
Ginny whimpered as he ran his fingers over her slit once again.
"You're indeed a whore, Ginny," he replied, and she heard the rustling behind her. Her eyes widened when he pushed her legs apart and probed her bare pussy with what was undoubtedly his cock.
They had done it only once, and Ginny still remembered how it had felt when she was speared open by his handsome rod. She felt him rub the head of his cock all over her wet, sodden lips.
"I feel somewhat sorry for you," he whispered as he kept rubbing his cock over her folds, probing her entrance every few seconds but never pushing inside. "You've put so much effort into getting ready for this seduction you had planned. It would be a shame to let it all go to waste."
Ginny whimpered, her upper body resting on the desk, as Harry slowly pushed forward. She moaned when she felt the head pop in.
"How the fuck are you so tight, you whore?" He grunted as he gave another push, burying half his length inside her and making her hiss. "Don't tell me Zabini had a needle."
Ginny moaned when Harry gave another push and she cried out when he fully sheathed himself inside her. Her quim was stretched more than it had ever been, and she gasped, trying to keep her legs steady.
Harry smirked and delivered a firm smack on her butt cheek, watching as the ivory skin turned an ugly shade of red. The jiggling of her supple flesh made him smack the other cheek as well, and he grunted as she clenched her inner muscles around him.