Ginny remembers her outrage, the itch in her veins to punch the lights out of this sad excuse of a human being. She remembers the amusement in his voice and the way he looked at her. She knew this look. She knew he was undressing her with his eyes. Ginny knew this man she had never met before was thinking about fucking her tight against some cheap motel wall. She thought about walking away. She thought about not waiting for the light to change and maybe getting killed in the process. She thought about telling him to sod the fuck off. Instead, she wound up saying, "You've got it wrong. I'm a hundred-pound whore." AU Non-magic. H/G, mainly.