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.
"Are you sure you'll be able to seduce Cho?" Ginny asked stupidly. Draco's smirk deafened as she said this uncanny question. His once smirk had turned his lips into a slightly overused scowl.
"Of course," he said, raising his eyebrows as if he'd seen Ginny for the first time in his life. "I'll make her into the Hogwarts Whore. She'll get the title before Pansy Parkinson can say 'I had sex with everything that moves today'" he sneered.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"What I mean is; how is it going to help me you know, get Harry?" stuttered Ginny, blushing slightly.
It was Draco's turn for the roll of the eyes.
"Oh please; your prince charming will fall into your arms in no time when he finds out his little infatuation is a fucking slut," Draco spat in mere misery of the memory of Potter.
Ginny winced at the hearing of his harsh words and she looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Draco?" she finally said. He looked up, his blue eyes connecting with her brown ones. She frowned, her freckles bouncing off in the light. He examined her lazily with his pale eyes.
Her red flaming hair had shades of orange and red in them; Draco noticed with amusement that she had attempted to cut it, and he had to admit that it looked pretty good. Rather than being it's usual fluffy mess, her hair was now a sleek and shiny bundle of red that shined against her shoulders.
Curls were revealed in the back, and straight wisps of hair in the front gave her a fresh looking style. Her face was cute with the little freckles that spread across her nose and made her cheeks blush so easily.
His eyes lowered and feasted on the sight of her chest. It was small and humble, which matched with her small figure. Her stomach was chubby, but it only gave the impression that she was a person that would feel good to cuddle.
The fresh flesh of her freckled thighs peeked out of her bottom attire, revealing her sweet peach colored skin.
She had small feet, but nicely shaped hips that swayed when she walked.
To Draco Malfoy; she was utterly perfect.
To Ginny Weasley; she was a complete waste of the world.
"Why are you doing this for me?" she asked softly, avoiding his eyes and trying to ignore the fact that they seemed to be undressing her.
"Doing what?" asked Draco, leaning over. She had nice thin lips too, the right amount of saliva on her little tongue (which Draco found very entertaining to find the uses of) and a small little smile. He absentmindedly ran a finger through her silk feeling hair.
"This; a favor to get me and Harry together," Ginny answered with all her might, trying to keep her breathing still as their knees touched.
"I know you want something in return. Now tell me, what is it?" she finally said, gaining some control of herself as Draco backed his knees away.
He laughed coldly, and with a sneering smile he took his finger and ran it through the warm skin of her right leg.
She shivered; unaware of the fact of what he was suggesting, she was too busy noticing that he had leaned over, and their lips were inches apart.
Finally he whispered in her ear, his lips catching on the flesh of her ear, and said,
"I think you know what I want,"
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.
"Are you sure you'll be able to seduce Cho?" Ginny asked stupidly. Draco's smirk deafened as she said this uncanny question. His once smirk had turned his lips into a slightly overused scowl.
"Of course," he said, raising his eyebrows as if he'd seen Ginny for the first time in his life. "I'll make her into the Hogwarts Whore. She'll get the title before Pansy Parkinson can say 'I had sex with everything that moves today'" he sneered.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"What I mean is; how is it going to help me you know, get Harry?" stuttered Ginny, blushing slightly.
It was Draco's turn for the roll of the eyes.
"Oh please; your prince charming will fall into your arms in no time when he finds out his little infatuation is a fucking slut," Draco spat in mere misery of the memory of Potter.
Ginny winced at the hearing of his harsh words and she looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Draco?" she finally said. He looked up, his blue eyes connecting with her brown ones. She frowned, her freckles bouncing off in the light. He examined her lazily with his pale eyes.
Her red flaming hair had shades of orange and red in them; Draco noticed with amusement that she had attempted to cut it, and he had to admit that it looked pretty good. Rather than being it's usual fluffy mess, her hair was now a sleek and shiny bundle of red that shined against her shoulders.
Curls were revealed in the back, and straight wisps of hair in the front gave her a fresh looking style. Her face was cute with the little freckles that spread across her nose and made her cheeks blush so easily.
His eyes lowered and feasted on the sight of her chest. It was small and humble, which matched with her small figure. Her stomach was chubby, but it only gave the impression that she was a person that would feel good to cuddle.
The fresh flesh of her freckled thighs peeked out of her bottom attire, revealing her sweet peach colored skin.
She had small feet, but nicely shaped hips that swayed when she walked.
To Draco Malfoy; she was utterly perfect.
To Ginny Weasley; she was a complete waste of the world.
"Why are you doing this for me?" she asked softly, avoiding his eyes and trying to ignore the fact that they seemed to be undressing her.
"Doing what?" asked Draco, leaning over. She had nice thin lips too, the right amount of saliva on her little tongue (which Draco found very entertaining to find the uses of) and a small little smile. He absentmindedly ran a finger through her silk feeling hair.
"This; a favor to get me and Harry together," Ginny answered with all her might, trying to keep her breathing still as their knees touched.
"I know you want something in return. Now tell me, what is it?" she finally said, gaining some control of herself as Draco backed his knees away.
He laughed coldly, and with a sneering smile he took his finger and ran it through the warm skin of her right leg.
She shivered; unaware of the fact of what he was suggesting, she was too busy noticing that he had leaned over, and their lips were inches apart.
Finally he whispered in her ear, his lips catching on the flesh of her ear, and said,
"I think you know what I want,"