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.
"How come I never get my way?" Ginny Weasley muttered as she spread perfume across her robes. She had told Hermione she wanted something that smelled girlish and Hermione had given her something that smelled in the cross of soap and cherries. It didn't smell that bad, but it wasn't what she wanted.
She opened her robes again, and examined herself. Underneath her robes was not her usual Hogwarts Uniform. Her body consisted of a thin fabriced pink shirt that hung loosely around her shoulders, leaving her bra strap to show faintly against her skin, (Lavander had taught her this), and was wearing a skirt that was only slightly below her waist so that her stomach could show, but not too much. Ginny scowled at her reflection; she looked alright, but not perfect.
Sighing, she closed up her robes again and widened her eyes in terror. She knew Ron and her other brothers would kill her if she went downstairs like this. Buttoning her robes up again, she tried to think of what to do. She bit her lip; she was going to leave her robes unbuttoned. So what if Ron her gayass overprotective brother saw? She was fifteen for God's sakes, and deserved to be treated like an adult.
Right? Ginny sighed again; Ron wasn't the most of her troubles. She wondered if Harry would even glance her way.
***
Emerging from her dorm, she entered the common room which consisted of Fred and George chatting about Qudditch; Ginny didn't find this unusual at all, they were always late for classes and hardly bothered with breakfast. She took a deep breath; she needed to test them. Opening her robes so they were seperated enough so anyone could see her attire, she tapped Fred on the shoulder and said a meek hello.
Fred and George turned around and nodded at her, and turned around again for a second take.
"Ginny?!" they both exclaimed.
She smiled at them. "Good. So you finally learned my name," she said stammering. And then, swinging her robes quickly, she turned in the other direction before either of them could say another word.
***
Entering the Great Hall made Ginny nervous than she could ever be in her life; she was utterly terrified of the wrong things that could happen. Reaching up a hand to feel her short but smooth sleek red hair, she sighed. She did have to admit that her hair looked much better, but maybe others may not think so.
And what if she tripped? She always seemed to be doing the most immature things when she was around Harry, or any boy for that matter. She took a deep breath; Ginny you fool, get your ass in there. You did this all to get noticed, and you are going to go in there!
Grinding her teeth in misery, she stepped onto the Great Hall. The reaction quite surprised her. Everyone was eating and chattering and hardly gave her a notice but as she started walking around; she saw shocked and impressed stares of her fellow Gryffindors.
"Ginny!" most of them exclaimed; and they were so loud everyone turned to look at her.
She knew she was blushing; she often blushed when a human even glanced her way. Her eyes wandered around and she saw that Harry wasn't even looking at her.
He was looking dreamily at Cho Chang, who was eating a pancake.
Flooding in fury, Ginny trudged up her robes and proceeded to run out of the Great Hall. That is, of course, until she ran into Draco Malfoy.
***
Draco Malfoy was a handsome sixteen year old boy; also known as Hogwart's fine Sex God. He was known to make girls faint and to make boys envy with his pale expressionless face, his sexy smirk that made his lips mold up to his cheeks, and his artistic figure that consisted of his toned chest, his experianced thighs, and his fingers that traveled well around.
He was going down the hall, as he always did. Whenever he was late to breakfast; he would always make some kind of an appearance.
He searched his mind for what girls he should date tonight. His eyebrow furrowed. Maybe Cassandra Danes in Hufflepuff? Nah, he thought. It be too easy to get her. Lord knows how bad she kisses anyway.
While he was thinking, he was unaware that a small figure was coming his way. They crossed paths and the small squeak of a girl sounded as something soft and warm fell against him.
He blinked once or twice to make his vision clear. He had caught the little thing in his arms, and it felt so soft against his body.
"Hmmm..." he muttered, trying to see who had fallen down on him.
"Malfoy, let me go!" a voice called from above him.
He looked up and found himself in a trance in the precious brown eyes of the little Weasley girl that was well known to be infatuated with Potter. He sneered at her, cursing her for being so warm and little. It made his body react too much.
And he realized that his arms were around her waist, which made him catch her, and she was on top of him; squirming. Naughty thoughts crossed his demented mind as he thought of the uses for her little pink shining lips.
"Weasley," he grunted, and let her go. She fell backwards, and her lip was trembiling.
"I know I am beautiful, but you don't have to cry about my heavenly charms," Draco smirked as he saw her eyes shine with tears.
"Shut up." she muttered under her breath, getting up with the help of his hand.
As soon as her flesh touched his,she felt tingles surround her body; but only ignored them as a sign of depression.
She let go quickly and looked down at her worn out shoes.
"So..." Draco drawled in a sexy whisper and let his finger trail the skin of her trembiling chin.
Her face was lifted up and she looked at him with terror in her eyes.
"What would our little Weasley be wearing these clothes? Tsk, tsk," he sneered, eyeing her rather tiny attire.
She looked away, blushing furiously.
"Not that I am complaining," he said.
A heat flash went through her body as the words hit her.
"Trying to get Potter's attention, eh?"
Ginny bolted out of her foolish trance and looked up at him.
"What are you, a mind reader?" she said sulkingly, sitting down on the floor clutching her knees.
He plopped down next to her.
"Ah, Weasley...he's so sucked into that Chang's charms that he won't notice that anybody else ever exisisted," Draco's voice trailed off.
Ginny tried to ignore the heat that she felt when he moved foward so that his hip brushed against her leg.
"I could help you on that," Draco said.
Ginny looked up, biting her lip.
"How?"
Draco looked at her blankly and finally answered,
"Is that a yes?"
Ginny couldn't think anymore; Draco leaned foward into her face, and she gulped loudly.
"What do you have in mind?"
***
Please review! ~Courts
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.
"How come I never get my way?" Ginny Weasley muttered as she spread perfume across her robes. She had told Hermione she wanted something that smelled girlish and Hermione had given her something that smelled in the cross of soap and cherries. It didn't smell that bad, but it wasn't what she wanted.
She opened her robes again, and examined herself. Underneath her robes was not her usual Hogwarts Uniform. Her body consisted of a thin fabriced pink shirt that hung loosely around her shoulders, leaving her bra strap to show faintly against her skin, (Lavander had taught her this), and was wearing a skirt that was only slightly below her waist so that her stomach could show, but not too much. Ginny scowled at her reflection; she looked alright, but not perfect.
Sighing, she closed up her robes again and widened her eyes in terror. She knew Ron and her other brothers would kill her if she went downstairs like this. Buttoning her robes up again, she tried to think of what to do. She bit her lip; she was going to leave her robes unbuttoned. So what if Ron her gayass overprotective brother saw? She was fifteen for God's sakes, and deserved to be treated like an adult.
Right? Ginny sighed again; Ron wasn't the most of her troubles. She wondered if Harry would even glance her way.
***
Emerging from her dorm, she entered the common room which consisted of Fred and George chatting about Qudditch; Ginny didn't find this unusual at all, they were always late for classes and hardly bothered with breakfast. She took a deep breath; she needed to test them. Opening her robes so they were seperated enough so anyone could see her attire, she tapped Fred on the shoulder and said a meek hello.
Fred and George turned around and nodded at her, and turned around again for a second take.
"Ginny?!" they both exclaimed.
She smiled at them. "Good. So you finally learned my name," she said stammering. And then, swinging her robes quickly, she turned in the other direction before either of them could say another word.
***
Entering the Great Hall made Ginny nervous than she could ever be in her life; she was utterly terrified of the wrong things that could happen. Reaching up a hand to feel her short but smooth sleek red hair, she sighed. She did have to admit that her hair looked much better, but maybe others may not think so.
And what if she tripped? She always seemed to be doing the most immature things when she was around Harry, or any boy for that matter. She took a deep breath; Ginny you fool, get your ass in there. You did this all to get noticed, and you are going to go in there!
Grinding her teeth in misery, she stepped onto the Great Hall. The reaction quite surprised her. Everyone was eating and chattering and hardly gave her a notice but as she started walking around; she saw shocked and impressed stares of her fellow Gryffindors.
"Ginny!" most of them exclaimed; and they were so loud everyone turned to look at her.
She knew she was blushing; she often blushed when a human even glanced her way. Her eyes wandered around and she saw that Harry wasn't even looking at her.
He was looking dreamily at Cho Chang, who was eating a pancake.
Flooding in fury, Ginny trudged up her robes and proceeded to run out of the Great Hall. That is, of course, until she ran into Draco Malfoy.
***
Draco Malfoy was a handsome sixteen year old boy; also known as Hogwart's fine Sex God. He was known to make girls faint and to make boys envy with his pale expressionless face, his sexy smirk that made his lips mold up to his cheeks, and his artistic figure that consisted of his toned chest, his experianced thighs, and his fingers that traveled well around.
He was going down the hall, as he always did. Whenever he was late to breakfast; he would always make some kind of an appearance.
He searched his mind for what girls he should date tonight. His eyebrow furrowed. Maybe Cassandra Danes in Hufflepuff? Nah, he thought. It be too easy to get her. Lord knows how bad she kisses anyway.
While he was thinking, he was unaware that a small figure was coming his way. They crossed paths and the small squeak of a girl sounded as something soft and warm fell against him.
He blinked once or twice to make his vision clear. He had caught the little thing in his arms, and it felt so soft against his body.
"Hmmm..." he muttered, trying to see who had fallen down on him.
"Malfoy, let me go!" a voice called from above him.
He looked up and found himself in a trance in the precious brown eyes of the little Weasley girl that was well known to be infatuated with Potter. He sneered at her, cursing her for being so warm and little. It made his body react too much.
And he realized that his arms were around her waist, which made him catch her, and she was on top of him; squirming. Naughty thoughts crossed his demented mind as he thought of the uses for her little pink shining lips.
"Weasley," he grunted, and let her go. She fell backwards, and her lip was trembiling.
"I know I am beautiful, but you don't have to cry about my heavenly charms," Draco smirked as he saw her eyes shine with tears.
"Shut up." she muttered under her breath, getting up with the help of his hand.
As soon as her flesh touched his,she felt tingles surround her body; but only ignored them as a sign of depression.
She let go quickly and looked down at her worn out shoes.
"So..." Draco drawled in a sexy whisper and let his finger trail the skin of her trembiling chin.
Her face was lifted up and she looked at him with terror in her eyes.
"What would our little Weasley be wearing these clothes? Tsk, tsk," he sneered, eyeing her rather tiny attire.
She looked away, blushing furiously.
"Not that I am complaining," he said.
A heat flash went through her body as the words hit her.
"Trying to get Potter's attention, eh?"
Ginny bolted out of her foolish trance and looked up at him.
"What are you, a mind reader?" she said sulkingly, sitting down on the floor clutching her knees.
He plopped down next to her.
"Ah, Weasley...he's so sucked into that Chang's charms that he won't notice that anybody else ever exisisted," Draco's voice trailed off.
Ginny tried to ignore the heat that she felt when he moved foward so that his hip brushed against her leg.
"I could help you on that," Draco said.
Ginny looked up, biting her lip.
"How?"
Draco looked at her blankly and finally answered,
"Is that a yes?"
Ginny couldn't think anymore; Draco leaned foward into her face, and she gulped loudly.
"What do you have in mind?"
***
Please review! ~Courts