I Lost My Heart To Sin
Summary: Ginny Weasley will do anything to catch Harry's attention, and that means anything. Even if it means sleeping with Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own HP, just own the plot.
A/N: In this story, everyone is more or less OOC, so please do not flame, this is FANFICTION. If you don't like character's changing ways, you shouldn't have come to this website.
"Pathetic, it is," Hermione Granger's snarling voice snapped. Ginny merely shrugged, she was used to her best friend's accusing ways. Hermione ran her hand through Ginny's hair, and did the last braid. Sighing, Hermione plopped down on the floor next to Ginny, eyeing her.
"You know I am only joking Gin," Hermione defended herself in a steadying way. "But you have to admit, Harry is really going over heels over Cho," said Hermione.
Ginny snapped that time. "Look Herm, this is not making me feel better at all. All I wanted you do is fix up my hair so I could be a little different for my 5th year alright? Don't make it into something big."
Hermione backed off, silent for a second.
"You know this is all for Harry," she finally pleaded.
Ginny looked down at her knees. "So what if it is?" she challenged her.
Hermione didn't say anything for a second.
"Your hair won't change anything, you know that. It's flaming red, did you notice? If Harry can't even notice that, I doubt he'll notice some hairstyle we picked off of a magazine," she stated.
Ginny sighed and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She looked quite ridiculous actually; it would be humiliating if she even thought of going to classes tomorrow like that. Two huge humble braids seperated her fluffy red hair, and some hair was left wisping on her eyes, sort of like faraway bangs.
The hairstyle didn't match her precious brown eyes either; nor did it make her little freckles that spread out across her nose seem at all flattering.
"Fine!" Ginny yelled.
"I give up! If that fucking little twit can't notice me, what's the freaking point?" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in mere frustration.
"Ginny!" Hermione scowled at Ginny's obvious use of language.
"I am sorry okay? I am sorry for even bothering," Ginny said, and clamped her braids out regretfully and very quickly.
"I going to take a bath. If I am not back in at least two hours; you'll know that I have drowned myself," Ginny said, each word coming out spitefully.
She slammed the door behind her.
Hermione flinched thoughtfully.
Poor girl; she doesn't even know what love means. Hermione sighed again, shrugging in invisible sympathy.
***
Ginny looked at the steamed mirror as she walked out of the bathtub; naked.
Examining herself in the glass, she groaned.
How could God mold her into something so hideous?
Her stomach wasn't even flat; it was chubby, and her belly button didn't add any treasures either. Her chest was also flat, and her backside too. The only thing she was proud of was her skinny ankles. That's all. Everything else, especially her face was a complete disgrace.
Pulling on her pink colored robe quickly, she started to leave the bathroom and stopped. She realized she had been crying.
Oh God, she thought to herself as she looked into the mirror again. How dreadful she felt right now. Why didn't Harry even notice how much she loved him? His emerald shining eyes, his messy load of hair, and his round glasses and sweet personality. The kind of person who has so much innocence that you want to scream?
It had been only weeks since they had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione, Ron and Harry were very keen to start their 6th year, yet tried to ignore the fact that at the end of 7th year, they would be leaving. Ginny felt a small ache in her heart again. What if she didn't get Harry to love her and he left, and they never saw each other again? It would be so depressing.
Her throat tightened. She had decided something. She was not going to give up. Nothing was going to stop her; she was going to get Harry to fall head over heels in her; and forget about that slut Cho Chang once and for all.
No matter what it took. Opening a bag of cosmetics and various products that Ginny kept in the back of the bathroom, she searched through them until she found a purple brush and a pair of silver muggle scissors that were used to cut things.
Long things, like hair, Ginny thought grimly.
Taking the silver pointy things up to loose fluffy red hair, she let wisps of the firey red drop to the floor.
***
OMG..I did not write this peice of crap...Okay okay I did. Please don't kill me. I know it sucks. And tomorrow when my computer works I am going to delete this. I just posted for the hell of it :(
Summary: Ginny Weasley will do anything to catch Harry's attention, and that means anything. Even if it means sleeping with Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own HP, just own the plot.
A/N: In this story, everyone is more or less OOC, so please do not flame, this is FANFICTION. If you don't like character's changing ways, you shouldn't have come to this website.
"Pathetic, it is," Hermione Granger's snarling voice snapped. Ginny merely shrugged, she was used to her best friend's accusing ways. Hermione ran her hand through Ginny's hair, and did the last braid. Sighing, Hermione plopped down on the floor next to Ginny, eyeing her.
"You know I am only joking Gin," Hermione defended herself in a steadying way. "But you have to admit, Harry is really going over heels over Cho," said Hermione.
Ginny snapped that time. "Look Herm, this is not making me feel better at all. All I wanted you do is fix up my hair so I could be a little different for my 5th year alright? Don't make it into something big."
Hermione backed off, silent for a second.
"You know this is all for Harry," she finally pleaded.
Ginny looked down at her knees. "So what if it is?" she challenged her.
Hermione didn't say anything for a second.
"Your hair won't change anything, you know that. It's flaming red, did you notice? If Harry can't even notice that, I doubt he'll notice some hairstyle we picked off of a magazine," she stated.
Ginny sighed and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She looked quite ridiculous actually; it would be humiliating if she even thought of going to classes tomorrow like that. Two huge humble braids seperated her fluffy red hair, and some hair was left wisping on her eyes, sort of like faraway bangs.
The hairstyle didn't match her precious brown eyes either; nor did it make her little freckles that spread out across her nose seem at all flattering.
"Fine!" Ginny yelled.
"I give up! If that fucking little twit can't notice me, what's the freaking point?" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in mere frustration.
"Ginny!" Hermione scowled at Ginny's obvious use of language.
"I am sorry okay? I am sorry for even bothering," Ginny said, and clamped her braids out regretfully and very quickly.
"I going to take a bath. If I am not back in at least two hours; you'll know that I have drowned myself," Ginny said, each word coming out spitefully.
She slammed the door behind her.
Hermione flinched thoughtfully.
Poor girl; she doesn't even know what love means. Hermione sighed again, shrugging in invisible sympathy.
***
Ginny looked at the steamed mirror as she walked out of the bathtub; naked.
Examining herself in the glass, she groaned.
How could God mold her into something so hideous?
Her stomach wasn't even flat; it was chubby, and her belly button didn't add any treasures either. Her chest was also flat, and her backside too. The only thing she was proud of was her skinny ankles. That's all. Everything else, especially her face was a complete disgrace.
Pulling on her pink colored robe quickly, she started to leave the bathroom and stopped. She realized she had been crying.
Oh God, she thought to herself as she looked into the mirror again. How dreadful she felt right now. Why didn't Harry even notice how much she loved him? His emerald shining eyes, his messy load of hair, and his round glasses and sweet personality. The kind of person who has so much innocence that you want to scream?
It had been only weeks since they had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione, Ron and Harry were very keen to start their 6th year, yet tried to ignore the fact that at the end of 7th year, they would be leaving. Ginny felt a small ache in her heart again. What if she didn't get Harry to love her and he left, and they never saw each other again? It would be so depressing.
Her throat tightened. She had decided something. She was not going to give up. Nothing was going to stop her; she was going to get Harry to fall head over heels in her; and forget about that slut Cho Chang once and for all.
No matter what it took. Opening a bag of cosmetics and various products that Ginny kept in the back of the bathroom, she searched through them until she found a purple brush and a pair of silver muggle scissors that were used to cut things.
Long things, like hair, Ginny thought grimly.
Taking the silver pointy things up to loose fluffy red hair, she let wisps of the firey red drop to the floor.
***
OMG..I did not write this peice of crap...Okay okay I did. Please don't kill me. I know it sucks. And tomorrow when my computer works I am going to delete this. I just posted for the hell of it :(