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.
It had only been three days.
Three days!
And Draco Malfoy was going utterly insane. In three days. Even fucking didn't make him feel better. Ginny had obviously been avoiding him lately.
At the Great Hall, he always tried to meet her eyes, but she looked closely at her food or either talked to her precious Potter.
Bratty Weasel, Draco found himself thinking.
Sometimes even jealousy rised through him. Why would Weasley grow fond of Potter? Sure, he did have good Qudditch skills; but Draco could not find anything really 'magical' around him. He had grown up to know his own name; not Potter's.
Harry had gotten fame without working for it.
But Draco worked hard for his fame. His usual sneer, his speaking charms and his own history.
And yet, Draco Malfoy, School God couldn't even lay a finger on the youngest Weasley.
I loathe myself, he thought bitterly, putting his hands behind his neck. He needed a way to get to sleep.
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It wasn't until later that Ginny found herself a bit lonely. Her progress with Harry had grown at an extreme rate, they found themselves talking more. One day at Hogesmade, he had invited her for a ride on his broomstick.
Blushingly, Ginny reluctantly agreed.
Ginny supposed that Harry's arm wrapped tightly around her waist would make her really happy, but she found herself wandering into the thoughts of how dangerous Draco's kiss had been until they had been discovered in the hallway.
It's really a shame, she thought to herself. If Harry had another personality, he would give Malfoy a run for his money. But of course, Harry Potter was a rather innocent amateur, that had his mind on more things than romance.
The air passed by them as they rode, Harry was going awfully slow, carefully holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall.
She leaned her head back and found her hair stuck to the fabric of his robes and she gave a small sigh under her breath.
Nothing.
There was nothing to feel at all. The only tingles she felt was at the back of her bare knees, where cold wind was caressing her skin.
"Harry? Can't you go a bit faster?" Ginny asked tiredly, her eyelashes about to close.
"Oh, sorry. Thought you'd like it slow," Harry said, pulling his hands foward so that his broomstick steered another direction, much more faster this time.
The wind was getting stronger it seemed, the pictures of the Qudditch feild got flashed, and her vision was getting blurry.
"It's going to rain," Harry announced in a troubled voice.
"Oh." Ginny said. She expected herself to be upset, but she found herself rather content at the moment.
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A late night stroll. Yawning frustratingly, he looked around the Qudditch feild, which was vacant, or so he supposed. Walking about, he caught a glance of something flying beside him, but as soon as his eyes were about to capture it, it vanished into thin air.
Shrugging it off without a thought, he sat onto the grass, his legs crossed. Why couldn't he get to sleep? Was there something wrong with him? Acidly putting aside a silver wisp of his hair, he sighed.
What was it about that girl? The girl that made him take showers in the morning, have dreams in the night, and just think about her in the evening? Everytime he saw a peice of her red flaming hair, he felt his chest heave with pleasure.
Something about her catched his interest. And yet, she was a damned Weasley.
Looking up at the sky, he happend to see two people riding a broomstick in midair. Squinting his eyes to get a better look, he saw that they were about to dive.
The clouds were getting steep and black, he thought to himself shrewdly. Perhaps he should get back. Turning around, he began to walk slowly until there was a lurch behind him. Stopping, he paused for a moment hearing parts of what seemed to be a frantic conversation.
"- You sure we won't get caught -"
"- No, we have to go back-"
"-Alright then, come along, Ginny-"
The last sentence hit him like a brick. He dared himself to turn around swiftly and gulped down his pride.
Ginny was kissing Harry Potter.
It seemed like a short peck on the mouth, but somehow it seemed to last for eternity.
"Goodnight then," Harry's embarrassed whisper came.
"Goodnight," Ginny replied. They started to return to the castle, not knowing that a death glare was pouring into the back of their necks; a death glare only belonging to the one and only, Draco Malfoy.
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Colors flashed through her closed eyelids. Her stomach was hurting into the seer truth of pain. Her legs were frail and numb and her fingers rolled upon her hair absentmindedly.
"Shhh," a voice creeped into her ear.
She jumped up weakly and blinked to get the vision into her pupils.
The figure of a silver haired dragon.
She didn't say anything. She laid back on the bed, trying to get to sleep.
Until she realized Draco Malfoy was beside her, on her bed.
"Don't worry," his whisper came again. She felt an arm swifty pass her breasts and was holding onto her waist.
She shivered; perhaps because of the cold, Draco thought.
"What did he do to you?" his panicked whisper rose once again. She realized that his fingers were now rolling up her shirt.
Lurching up, she stopped him.
"Are those- scars?" he asked meekly.
She blinked again, water running from her eyes at last.
She pulled up her shirt, the cloth sending sparks against her skin, and lifted it up so he could see.
Sideway marks were gleaming across the skin of her stomach. They looked dreadful, crossing her veins in every whichway.
"I can't get rid of them; in the daytime I hide them with makeup," she explained as if she was continuing a story.
"Sometimes at night I can feel some pain, and it always lasts all night, how did you make the pain go away?" Ginny asked. She realized she was blabbering on and on, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.
Malfoy merely shrugged, and pushed her lightly on the bed. Her head fell back in the soft pillows, her eyes nearly closing.
"G'night," he hissed, and started walking toward the exit of the room.
Ginny didn't ask how he had gotten in here.
"He tried to rape me, you know." she found herself muttering. Draco didn't ask her who she was talking about.
She watched as Draco stopped, his foot in midair. Finally putting it down, he turned the knob and creaked the door open.
She heard the door slam swiftly, and closed her eyelids. For some odd reason, the pain had gone away. And now, that Draco had gone, it was slowly returning.
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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.
It had only been three days.
Three days!
And Draco Malfoy was going utterly insane. In three days. Even fucking didn't make him feel better. Ginny had obviously been avoiding him lately.
At the Great Hall, he always tried to meet her eyes, but she looked closely at her food or either talked to her precious Potter.
Bratty Weasel, Draco found himself thinking.
Sometimes even jealousy rised through him. Why would Weasley grow fond of Potter? Sure, he did have good Qudditch skills; but Draco could not find anything really 'magical' around him. He had grown up to know his own name; not Potter's.
Harry had gotten fame without working for it.
But Draco worked hard for his fame. His usual sneer, his speaking charms and his own history.
And yet, Draco Malfoy, School God couldn't even lay a finger on the youngest Weasley.
I loathe myself, he thought bitterly, putting his hands behind his neck. He needed a way to get to sleep.
*** *** *** ***
It wasn't until later that Ginny found herself a bit lonely. Her progress with Harry had grown at an extreme rate, they found themselves talking more. One day at Hogesmade, he had invited her for a ride on his broomstick.
Blushingly, Ginny reluctantly agreed.
Ginny supposed that Harry's arm wrapped tightly around her waist would make her really happy, but she found herself wandering into the thoughts of how dangerous Draco's kiss had been until they had been discovered in the hallway.
It's really a shame, she thought to herself. If Harry had another personality, he would give Malfoy a run for his money. But of course, Harry Potter was a rather innocent amateur, that had his mind on more things than romance.
The air passed by them as they rode, Harry was going awfully slow, carefully holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall.
She leaned her head back and found her hair stuck to the fabric of his robes and she gave a small sigh under her breath.
Nothing.
There was nothing to feel at all. The only tingles she felt was at the back of her bare knees, where cold wind was caressing her skin.
"Harry? Can't you go a bit faster?" Ginny asked tiredly, her eyelashes about to close.
"Oh, sorry. Thought you'd like it slow," Harry said, pulling his hands foward so that his broomstick steered another direction, much more faster this time.
The wind was getting stronger it seemed, the pictures of the Qudditch feild got flashed, and her vision was getting blurry.
"It's going to rain," Harry announced in a troubled voice.
"Oh." Ginny said. She expected herself to be upset, but she found herself rather content at the moment.
*** *** *** ***
A late night stroll. Yawning frustratingly, he looked around the Qudditch feild, which was vacant, or so he supposed. Walking about, he caught a glance of something flying beside him, but as soon as his eyes were about to capture it, it vanished into thin air.
Shrugging it off without a thought, he sat onto the grass, his legs crossed. Why couldn't he get to sleep? Was there something wrong with him? Acidly putting aside a silver wisp of his hair, he sighed.
What was it about that girl? The girl that made him take showers in the morning, have dreams in the night, and just think about her in the evening? Everytime he saw a peice of her red flaming hair, he felt his chest heave with pleasure.
Something about her catched his interest. And yet, she was a damned Weasley.
Looking up at the sky, he happend to see two people riding a broomstick in midair. Squinting his eyes to get a better look, he saw that they were about to dive.
The clouds were getting steep and black, he thought to himself shrewdly. Perhaps he should get back. Turning around, he began to walk slowly until there was a lurch behind him. Stopping, he paused for a moment hearing parts of what seemed to be a frantic conversation.
"- You sure we won't get caught -"
"- No, we have to go back-"
"-Alright then, come along, Ginny-"
The last sentence hit him like a brick. He dared himself to turn around swiftly and gulped down his pride.
Ginny was kissing Harry Potter.
It seemed like a short peck on the mouth, but somehow it seemed to last for eternity.
"Goodnight then," Harry's embarrassed whisper came.
"Goodnight," Ginny replied. They started to return to the castle, not knowing that a death glare was pouring into the back of their necks; a death glare only belonging to the one and only, Draco Malfoy.
*** *** *** ***
Colors flashed through her closed eyelids. Her stomach was hurting into the seer truth of pain. Her legs were frail and numb and her fingers rolled upon her hair absentmindedly.
"Shhh," a voice creeped into her ear.
She jumped up weakly and blinked to get the vision into her pupils.
The figure of a silver haired dragon.
She didn't say anything. She laid back on the bed, trying to get to sleep.
Until she realized Draco Malfoy was beside her, on her bed.
"Don't worry," his whisper came again. She felt an arm swifty pass her breasts and was holding onto her waist.
She shivered; perhaps because of the cold, Draco thought.
"What did he do to you?" his panicked whisper rose once again. She realized that his fingers were now rolling up her shirt.
Lurching up, she stopped him.
"Are those- scars?" he asked meekly.
She blinked again, water running from her eyes at last.
She pulled up her shirt, the cloth sending sparks against her skin, and lifted it up so he could see.
Sideway marks were gleaming across the skin of her stomach. They looked dreadful, crossing her veins in every whichway.
"I can't get rid of them; in the daytime I hide them with makeup," she explained as if she was continuing a story.
"Sometimes at night I can feel some pain, and it always lasts all night, how did you make the pain go away?" Ginny asked. She realized she was blabbering on and on, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.
Malfoy merely shrugged, and pushed her lightly on the bed. Her head fell back in the soft pillows, her eyes nearly closing.
"G'night," he hissed, and started walking toward the exit of the room.
Ginny didn't ask how he had gotten in here.
"He tried to rape me, you know." she found herself muttering. Draco didn't ask her who she was talking about.
She watched as Draco stopped, his foot in midair. Finally putting it down, he turned the knob and creaked the door open.
She heard the door slam swiftly, and closed her eyelids. For some odd reason, the pain had gone away. And now, that Draco had gone, it was slowly returning.
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