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.
"Huh?" Ginny asked dumbfoundly, staring back blankly at him. Draco bit his bottom lip in the ignorance of the little girl. Of course, she was just newly fresh packed meat that was the object of innocence, the example of purity, and (Draco sneered with pleasure) the intention of a sexual challenge.
Nothing hateful could escape the little Weasley's lips, nothing naughty could fill her well nourished mind; and she didn't think of anything to do with those small little seemingly well skilled fingers.
If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a prostitute.
Of course, her precious small brown eyes filled with wisdom of innocence gave her away.
"Your a fool, Weasley," he breathed, their lips finally meeting.
Ginny tried to think of a natural way to respond, but her lips were a little too occupied with his.
She had never had a real kiss before; not like this anyway. Sure, a peck from Harry on the cheek on Christmas after they had hit mistletoe last year, and a sloppy kiss on the nose from Neville when he pathetically took her to the Yule Ball in her 3rd year, but not a real kiss.
His lips were warm, but harsh. Ginny didn't expect Draco Malfoy, to be tender and loving anyways.
His hands brushed against her hips, sending her mind spinning. Ginny couldn't even breathe; this was an experiance that was none to forgetful, that left her breathless at all risks.
Their bodies weren't touching yet, but Ginny took a chance and pressed up slightly against him. His tongue sprang from his lips, and pushed against hers, leaving another zang to explore her body.
Draco felt scandilized as the little Weasley pushed up against him, and he actually liked it. All he wanted was a little amusement, and the filthy thing was actually getting him HOT, for merlin's sakes.
Finally taking his lips off hers, he smirked at her; trying to hide the compassion of how much disappointed he felt when he took himself away from her. Ginny Weasley was like a drug, something to be addicted to.
Ginny moaned in frustration, and Draco found himself gaping in shock. Ginny Weasley moaning? Well, if he ever saw the day...
"Lay off, Malfoy!" a voice shouted distractingly.
Draco found himself whipping his head around, not long before a well hunched fist him straight on the chest, and he slammed against the wall in misery of the pain. His chest felt hard and stiff, and the wind was nearly knocked out of him, and his eyes had to blink several times until a blurry vision found itself way into his brain.
Harry Potter was standing above him, his fists clenched up in anger, his face red with fury, and his eyes over to Ginny, into a concerned expression.
"Harry!" Ginny gasped, staring at the unusual state the trio was in.
"Meant to get him in the eye," Harry said, embarrassed.
He helped Ginny up, and let grabbed her arm, as if he wasn't letting her get away.
"You fucking bastard!" Draco shouted through the pain.
Harry smirked at him meekly.
"Don't you ever lay one finger off her, Malfoy, ever again!" Harry shouted back.
"Sorry, thats not going to be possible," Draco muttered. Harry gave him a warning look.
"C'mon Gin," Harry said, and started walking away, expecting her to follow him.
She looked traumatized for a moment, then blinked, leaning over Malfoy, her lips in his ear as she spoke.
"Well, looks like getting Cho from Harry is more easier than we thought," she said smiling.
"Don't forget what I want back, Weasley," he spat out. She nodded innocently, but as she turned around to follow Harry, she had another devious plan in mind.
And Draco watched after them, seeing Ginny wrap an arm around Potter's shoulder.
He ignored the ache in his chest and stomach; that had nothing to do with Harry's fist.
Nothing at all.
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.
"Huh?" Ginny asked dumbfoundly, staring back blankly at him. Draco bit his bottom lip in the ignorance of the little girl. Of course, she was just newly fresh packed meat that was the object of innocence, the example of purity, and (Draco sneered with pleasure) the intention of a sexual challenge.
Nothing hateful could escape the little Weasley's lips, nothing naughty could fill her well nourished mind; and she didn't think of anything to do with those small little seemingly well skilled fingers.
If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a prostitute.
Of course, her precious small brown eyes filled with wisdom of innocence gave her away.
"Your a fool, Weasley," he breathed, their lips finally meeting.
Ginny tried to think of a natural way to respond, but her lips were a little too occupied with his.
She had never had a real kiss before; not like this anyway. Sure, a peck from Harry on the cheek on Christmas after they had hit mistletoe last year, and a sloppy kiss on the nose from Neville when he pathetically took her to the Yule Ball in her 3rd year, but not a real kiss.
His lips were warm, but harsh. Ginny didn't expect Draco Malfoy, to be tender and loving anyways.
His hands brushed against her hips, sending her mind spinning. Ginny couldn't even breathe; this was an experiance that was none to forgetful, that left her breathless at all risks.
Their bodies weren't touching yet, but Ginny took a chance and pressed up slightly against him. His tongue sprang from his lips, and pushed against hers, leaving another zang to explore her body.
Draco felt scandilized as the little Weasley pushed up against him, and he actually liked it. All he wanted was a little amusement, and the filthy thing was actually getting him HOT, for merlin's sakes.
Finally taking his lips off hers, he smirked at her; trying to hide the compassion of how much disappointed he felt when he took himself away from her. Ginny Weasley was like a drug, something to be addicted to.
Ginny moaned in frustration, and Draco found himself gaping in shock. Ginny Weasley moaning? Well, if he ever saw the day...
"Lay off, Malfoy!" a voice shouted distractingly.
Draco found himself whipping his head around, not long before a well hunched fist him straight on the chest, and he slammed against the wall in misery of the pain. His chest felt hard and stiff, and the wind was nearly knocked out of him, and his eyes had to blink several times until a blurry vision found itself way into his brain.
Harry Potter was standing above him, his fists clenched up in anger, his face red with fury, and his eyes over to Ginny, into a concerned expression.
"Harry!" Ginny gasped, staring at the unusual state the trio was in.
"Meant to get him in the eye," Harry said, embarrassed.
He helped Ginny up, and let grabbed her arm, as if he wasn't letting her get away.
"You fucking bastard!" Draco shouted through the pain.
Harry smirked at him meekly.
"Don't you ever lay one finger off her, Malfoy, ever again!" Harry shouted back.
"Sorry, thats not going to be possible," Draco muttered. Harry gave him a warning look.
"C'mon Gin," Harry said, and started walking away, expecting her to follow him.
She looked traumatized for a moment, then blinked, leaning over Malfoy, her lips in his ear as she spoke.
"Well, looks like getting Cho from Harry is more easier than we thought," she said smiling.
"Don't forget what I want back, Weasley," he spat out. She nodded innocently, but as she turned around to follow Harry, she had another devious plan in mind.
And Draco watched after them, seeing Ginny wrap an arm around Potter's shoulder.
He ignored the ache in his chest and stomach; that had nothing to do with Harry's fist.
Nothing at all.