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What do you do when you're stuck between two doors? Do you choose the one that's safe and guaranteed to get you out? Or do you choose the door that gets you out, it just takes you longer? The door that's longer has more adventure, more thrills. It's everything you dreamed of, but it's also everything that you feared.

The safe one is quick, uneventful and exactly what it promotes - safe.

Many would choose the safe door. I mean it's guaranteed that you'll get out, scratch-free! It would just be crazy to take the other door, right?

Well that's me all over. Hungry for the adventure. To try something different. To try a bit of excitement, and just a bit crazy.

This is my story...

It began with Him. I met him in Ron's first year and I fell for him. Head over heels. But what was lust, was actually mistaken for love.

See that's what generally what happens when you speak too soon. To a guy. You tell them you love them and all the world explodes with fireworks that no one else can see, except for that guy. All of a sudden, life becomes a way of proving how much he loves you. His world becomes a cycle of you and sex.

You - because he thinks with his dick. He sees you for the first time in a top with a plunging neckline and long hair straightened and out of the usual ponytail, and just basically out of school uniform, and all he can think about is sex. And Sex - because they need that hot body underneath them screaming in ecstasy, screaming THEIR name, making them feel better about themselves. And afterwards, then they feel that they have accomplished something - they've made you feel good at the same time as they have "proved their love" to you. Oh and they also have the self satisfaction of knowing that it was HIM that made you scream. Who said sex was sacred? It's a proof. The only way he can physically prove that he loves you.

I sound cynical, don't I? I'm not. Only with him.

You know, time is important to me. I happen to suck so badly at timing that I missed out on the one moment in my life that I could have had a relationship that was everything I could have possibly wished for. A fun relationship with a rebellious yet sweet, cheeky, naughty, risky guy. Instead I have a sweet, yet selfish, loving yet uneventful relationship with the 'popular guy.'

My timing was off by a week. Or so I found out two months later. It started in my fifth year at Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor common room, with just Harry and me talking about old times. The common room was empty and Hermione and Ron had gone up to their dorms so Harry and I weren't restricted as to what to say. That got me started as to how I used to like him in first year. Which then got Harry started as to how he started liking me in my 3^rd year. (His 4^th) It then eventually came to both of us confessing our love to one another.

We decided that we would wait for our relationship to become public. I didn't want anyone to know right away because I knew my brothers would be cynical. After all, I was going out with Ron's best friend. So Harry and I decided see each other in secret and not tell anyone. We snuck into each others dorms and would sleep the night until 3am, and then we would wake up and sneak back into our own dorms. The secrecy thing lasted for a month and a half. We both just got sick of pretending. So all of a sudden, we just started being together in public. Little hugs here, and the occasional kisses there, and people got used to the idea of 'Harry and Ginny.' With us becoming public about it, it added fresh excitement to the relationship. It was like starting all over again. Everything was going fantastically until I asked Harry about one of his previous relationships. I had heard that he had severely bad-mouthed me, in front of everyone. I asked him if he had in fact done that, and he promised me that he hadn't.

But guess what? He lied. Shock.

The truth was discovered when he came to stay at The Burrow, 1 week before school started. On the last night before returning to Hogwarts, Mum had made a surprise feast with just about everything you could possibly imagine to eat. After some cake and a lovely fireworks display, of course run by the pyromaniacs - Fred and George, Harry and I left the table and up to my room.

Harry shut the door behind him as he entered the room and just hooked his arm around my slender waist. He pulled me closer, close enough to feel his heartbeat reverberating through my chest.

"Ginny, do you know how much I couldn't take my eyes off you at dinner? Your hair looks so beautiful like that. Makes you look older."

I looked up into those brilliant green eyes and took in a deep breath. I could smell the unmistakable scent of him.

"Aww thanks Harry. You're so sweet!"

Harry placed a single finger to my lips to quiet me. He pulled away his finger and leant down and placed his soft lips upon mine in a simple gentle kiss. But aren't they always the ones that drive you mad?! I reached up for another, then another, until his kisses started getting harder, not as simple. I opened my mouth and that one moment, he took that opportunity to probe into my mouth. As I followed his tongue with mine, I could feel myself walking backwards, being slightly pushed by Harry. We reached my bed and he gently lowered me down as he followed me, never once letting go of me. I loved it when he did that. It made me feel so safe, so secure. He began kissing me again. As we were kissing, I could feel and hand enter into my top and searching. Slowly removing his hand from my top, I felt it moving down my body and caressing my inner thigh. He stopped kissing me and looked straight into my eyes. I could see a sense of urgency in them.

"What is it Harry? Tell me."

"You know what I want Ginny. But are you ready for it?"

Oh my God. He's asking me to have sex with him. This is the moment I have been waiting for since 2^nd year. I dreamt about what it would be like. But I wanted my first to be adventurous. I never was a traditionalist.

"Harry, not here. Let's wait until we get back to school. I want my first time to be fun and adventurous."

Harry laughed. He knew what I was like. I guess that's what attracted me to him. He was so adventurous, and I loved adventure. I was just too quiet and shy to show it. He knew that. And sometime in my 4^th year, he unlocked that door and opened me up for the world to see. I was no longer that placid little girl. I was the adventurous, anxious woman. Thanks to Harry.

"I don't mind Ginny. It's fine."

Harry leant down and kissed me gently once more. Then I thought of something.

"Harry? When you were with Hermione, did you want the same with her?"

I kept asking him similar questions about Hermione, but I only got one-worded answers. So I asked him 'the question'. The one I had wondered about for so long.

"Harry, did you bad-mouth me in front of everyone, when you were with Hermione?"

And all he did was nod his head. It was enough to know that I had been lied to. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I stood up and walked out of my room. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I felt I was ready to face him again, I went to my room, and he was gone. He knew had done wrong by me.

See. That's what happens. The bad ones can't control their dicks long enough to realize what they're saying. This was the prime example. With one nod, he had admitted to lying, being a prick and breaking a promise, all that one moment when he couldn't control his dick long enough to realize he'd ruined our relationship.

He was hot, sweet, sexy and rebellious, and he just leaked sex appeal from his pores. He's the kind of guy that would have to act all sweet and innocent to your parents. Then away from mummy, the real he comes out to play. He would be an absolute animal in bed. He wasn't polite and he certainly wasn't perfect. And that's why I fell for him. I told you I was hungry for adventure. He was my dream guy, and I could only just read those gorgeous eyes that were locked into mine, every time I looked at him. Every time I spoke, he seemed to hang on to my every word, then when I was finished; he would have some smart ass remark. But as I got to know him, I realized - he's not being rude, he just has an extremely dry sense of humor. A lot different to what I was used to. A lot different to what ANYONE was used to. Funny enough - that's where it started.

I found myself watching him all day. When he took off his jumper on those hot summer days, and seeing his long slender body, all I could think of was that body on top of me, like Harry had been the previous day... ok! Time to look away!

Then one day I realized something. He was the 'impossible'. No way would he ever like a Weasely. So I ignored those constant day dreams and the mental images that seemed to be embedded in my brain. So when Harry asked me out, I immediately accepted. After all, Draco would never like me. He wouldn't imagine us together... Would he?