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A/n I've cut out the Ginny and Harry love story, Harry never fancied Ginny and they never kissed etc. Everything else is the same. Please review criticism is greatly appreciated Thanks for reading.
How it happened Ginny's P.O.V
As I lay there staring up at the amazing blue eyes before me, I began to feel a range of emotions about how I got in this situation in the first place. It wasn't that I didn't find the amazing body before me attractive. It was the soul behind the body that caused the bad feelings. We both wanted different things. I wanted to be loved whereas my lover before me, if I'm honest, just wanted to sleep with as many virgins as possible. Many of you may ask, as I my self will do in time, why am I allowing this man to use me in this way. Well to answer this question I need to go back to my younger days, before I started Hogwarts.
I used to think I was pretty. My auburn hair had highlights in it from the sun giving it a soft coppery look. My eyes were big, golden brown and always looked ready to take in the world. I had curves in the right places and I loved them as not many people my age had developed breasts yet, but hogwarts changed this. My peers began to bully me for the way I looked. No longer was my hair a shiny copper but a dirty brownie ginger. My eyes were no longer ready to take in the world, but so wide eyed that I looked high on something. My curves were no longer seen as curves but as fat, and to top it all of I was anaemic so I had no colour what so ever. To me and everyone else I no longer looked pretty but a drugged up walking dead person, so why would anyone like me? I had many friends thanks to my bubbly personality but it wasn't enough, they had boyfriends and people attracted to them where as I had no one. I longed to be loved, appreciated and to have just one person find me attractive.
I only had one crush during my time at Hogwarts, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. My brothers best friend . I spent a lot of my time with him as he spent most of the holidays at my home, but he just never looked at me in that way, but why would he? He was famous he could have anyone so why would he look twice at plain boring ugly Ginny Weasley.
That's how I ended up in Draco's bed. Draco was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes and soft masculine features, but it wasn't just his features that got me in this bed. It was the fact he showed an interest that did it. Yes it makes me sound like a whore but for a girl like me it is a miracle. Girls like me don't get liked, girls like me don't get fancied. Boys don't want to look at me never mind touch me, so when Draco started showing an interest and pretending to care yes pretending as I and everyone who knows him knows he just gains your trust to get what he wants. How could I refuse him? When I may never get another chance with anyone, and all I have ever wanted was to be found attractive, so saying yes seems like the right thing to do in this circumstance, so here I am getting the one type of love I will ever feel. The physical one . Many of you will look down on me for giving my self up to this man but I can not bring myself to feel any regret and I doubt I ever will, as when you look like me lust is the best you'll ever get, and at least for one night I'm aloud to feel special.
A/n Tell me what you think. Is it worth carrying on with? :)