Sweet Seduction

Summary: When he must find the Serpent's necklace that was told to be in her possession, lies and seduction is all he needs to get to her. She knows the truth, but what happens when she starts falling for him?

Timeline (Part One ONLY): The trio & Malfoy's sixth year... Ginny's fifth year.
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Harry Potter and the other characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling, while the plot belongs to me.

Author's Note: Hey! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic; but not my first general fanfic. So, please be nice! The rating is currently PG-13, but, from this point I can tell you it will go up to R. Later. Thank you SO much to Claire, who beta'd this story! Love yah hun!

Without further a dew, here is chapter one of Sweet Seduction!

Part One:

One: Harry

Clouds were beginning to cover the surface of the sky just when the sun was just beginning to set. It was a cold October afternoon and only few students remained outside on Hogwart's grounds.

Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were amongst those students who roamed the grounds in search of something to do.

"I'm so bored," groaned Harry, "what is there to do at Hogwarts on a Sunday afternoon?"

Ginny was too lost looking at the Quidditch pitch ahead, to even bother listening to Harry.

Harry Potter turned to his friend and clapped in front of her eyes. "Earth to Ginny!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Harry," Ginny snapped out of it. "What were you saying?" She asked her eyes still locked on the field.

"There's nothing to do around bloody Hogwarts on a Sunday!" He looked as his friend and noticed she was staring at the Quidditch field. "Does it interest you that much?"

Ginny glanced at Harry and smiled, "I've never actually had the chance to try—"

"You have got to be kidding me!" Harry interrupted, "Blimey! Ron never showed you?"

"Not once."

Harry stopped in his tracks and when Ginny realized there were no tracks corresponding with hers, she stopped as well.

Ginny turned to Harry and raised one eyebrow.

"Okay, Ginny Weasley, I'm going to have to talk to Ron. Until then, lets go into the field and I'll teach you to be seeker, since its what I'm best at," Harry stated proudly. He held out his hand, that Ginny took gracefully as they headed to the shed where all the brooms where kept.

He twisted the handle on the shed and pulled it open revealing many broomsticks. Harry smiled with delight and grabbed two broomsticks.

"Here," he handed one to Ginny, "these are the newest broomsticks Hogwarts has to offer, so we'll make use of them."

Ginny took the broom, nodded and walked out to the field.

Before he shut the door, he grabbed the case with all the necessities for Quidditch; most importantly the snitch.

Once they both were out in the middle of the pitch, Harry explained the basics of a seeker, the techniques of flying and how to grab the snitch. Ginny was perfectly quiet listening to every word Harry said, she was very interested in all of it.

"Alright, Ginny? Are you ready for your first attempt?" Ginny nodded and smirked as Harry let go of the snitch.

Before Harry could blink his eyes twice, Ginny flew up in the air, determined to catch the snitch.

Harry watched in disbelief as moments later, she caught the snitch in her right hand. She flew down towards Harry smiling brilliantly.

His eyes widened and he asked, "and you're positive you've never done this before?"

"Never, not once."

Harry shook his head and asked if Ginny wanted to try again; this time against him.

"Sure," Ginny answered, "sounds like competition."

"Yes, Gin, big competition," he winked and smiled.

Their eyes followed the snitch when he let go of it and he winced with anticipation.

"Alright, on a count of three," Harry spoke, "One, two—"

Ginny had already flew up in search of the snitch.

Harry jumped on his broomstick and followed her yelling, "Not fair, you little cheater!"

In response, Ginny smiled weakly and they were off to get the snitch.

Only moments later, Ginny had caught it once again, bursting into fits of laughter from Harry's displeased look.

Gradually, they landed on the grass as Harry complained about how Ginny cheated, and Ginny complained that it wouldn't have made a difference.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't stupid Potter and his little Weasley girlfriend," a familiar voice spoke.

Ginny and Harry immediately broke off their conversation to find Draco Malfoy standing there, bodyguards in toll.

"Would you shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped, "and she isn't my girlfriend." Ginny frowned. Only if.

"Whatever, Potter," Draco spat, "are you ready to be beaten Wednesday?"

"You wish, Malfoy."

Harry and Draco glared at each other looking like they were about to murder one another. Ginny couldn't help but feel out of place. She also wanted to yell at them both to act mature and stop arguing; as if they would listen.

Ginny tuned out and looked at her surroundings, attentively. It wasn't until Harry tapped her on the shoulder that brought her back into reality.

She turned her head watching Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle march their way back to Hogwarts.

"Harry, what was that all about?"

"Nothing, Ginny, really," he actually sounded furious, "where were we? Why, of course. I was just about to ask you for a re-challenge, since we both know you cheated last time."

Ginny rolled her eyes and let out a laughed, "I did not cheat, Harry Potter!"

He stuck out his tongue and laughed as well. Once they regained themselves, Harry let the snitch go.

"This time no cheating," Harry told her, "you count instead."

"If you insist, one—" Harry was already up in the clouds when she glanced at him. Boys, she muttered to herself as she followed Harry.

They were both in the air, wind drifting over them, in complete silence, headed straight for the snitch.

"Now who's the cheater, Harry?"

"You," he looked at her and smiled innocently.

She sighed and looked forward, in desperate search of the snitch. Once she found it, she backed away smiling. This is too easy.

She stopped in mid air waiting for Harry to zoom past her and catch it. Several moments later, there was no sign of Harry so she went back through the clouds to look for him in the field.

She squinted her eyes to see a figure with messy black hair and glasses laying there helpless on the grasses; it was Harry.

Ginny's heart thumped incoherently as she glided down to him. She felt her eyes cloud up with tears as she hit the ground and scooted over to him.

"H-h-harry?" Silence. "Harry!! This isn't funny!" Silence. "Harry? Oh god, please no," she sobbed. By now, tears were rapidly flowing down her cheeks.

"Someone get help!" She screamed through the tears, praying that someone would hear her.