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.
She wasn't expecting this.
Little droplets of water thrown onto the nape of her neck; relishing every peice of flesh she had. It felt soft on her skin, and the owner was rather gentle.
"Shh, Gin." the familiar voice sounded. She lurched up a little and smiled at the person next to her.
"Draco? Mmm...Draco..." she sighed sleepily, her vision blurred.
The figure spoke again, this time rasp went with the spoken words.
"You don't know what your saying Ginny. I am Harry," the voice corrected. Ginny bolted up, knocking over a bucket of water that spread liquid through the floor.
"Harry!" she gasped, blushing at the sight of the concerned emerald gems of his eyes.
"Why did you call me Draco?" he demanded suspiciously. She breathed in and out, covering her wet neck with the drapes of her nightgown.
She didn't answer.
"Your sick, Ginny. A muggle fever, Madame Pomphrey said. It'll take a while since we don't have any muggle products to cure you yet," Harry spoke quickly, his words rushed into each other.
"What were you doing with that?" Ginny said, holding back a laugh as she saw Harry clutching a peice of towel cloth in his fingers.
He scowled teasingly.
"I was trying to cover up the rash in your neck with some Wizard medicine," he explained professionally. She smiled at him,feeling her neck. Two little bumps were the only things she felt.
"It's been cleared; Madame Pomphrey made you fly over to the hospital wing to do the procedures."
Ginny looked around at the vacant bed next to her, and around the odd smelling room, and yawned slowly.
"How did she know about the fever?" she asked finally.
Harry shrugged. "Some guy came and told her."
"Who?"
Harry looked uneasily around the room and finally said, "You should get some sleep."
And there, avoiding her question, he slammed the door behind him.
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Snowflakes covered Hogwarts, creating a large canvas of white. Kids went outside in the chilling cold, mittens placed on their hands and big coats that comfied their bodies.
Ginny was one of the kids; trying to ignore Harry, who was giving her a lecture about freezing to death when you overcame a fever.
As he was occupied by an interesting conversation with Hermione, she slowly moved out of the way, wandering around, her feet crunching against the snow. Christmas would be here soon; and she rubbed her hands in anticipation.
She knew her parents wouldn't be able to afford the large Christmas dinner they had last time, but Bill and Charlie would be there; it would be fun.
Pondering the thoughts of what gift Charlie might give her this year, she was suddenly aware that a chilling freeze was going down her back.
Shrieking in cold, she turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, grinning from ear to ear, a chunk of snow in his hands.
"Malfoy!" she scolded. He merely smiled back.
"Kind of a thin coat, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the thin pullover she was wearing. It was pink with little holes in it, premitting him to see the flesh of her small cleavage.
"Not that I am complaining," he whispered, a finger trailing the front of her neck, stopping in midaction just above her breasts.
She took an intact of her breath.
"You are too cruel," she hissed, biting her lip as she waited.
Finally something happend. His hands went over to clutch her sides, and brung her close, their upper bodies brushing against each other teasingly.
"You know, Ginny Malfoy...," he said playfully, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this...Ginny Malfoy." he repeated the name, smirking.
"Stop calling me that," she complained whiningly, although the name sent chills to her spine, she was enjoying this careless flirting immensely.
"Ginny Malfoy." he repeated.
"Bastard," she replied as his hands wandered over to her bottom, squeezing it tightly.
"If there weren't so many people here, I would take you down right here," he whispered, his lips catching the nip of her ear.
Ginny shivered slightly; she didn't want to take this torture anymore. But she didn't want Malfoy to think that she had no self control whatsoever.
Walking around him, she went behind him and placed a hand over his-
"Woah, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves here?" he breathed, trying to make his voice sound steady. She smiled evilly, knowing this was killing him.
"Oh I am sorry," she said sweetly, and reluctantly took the hand away. He groaned.
"You bitch!" he scowled menancingly.
"Don't talk about your mother like that," she retorted innocently. Her breathing went thicker, anger ran through her veins, and she found herself wanting everything about that little evil bastard.
He didn't come up with a smartass remark. Instead, he placed a hand on her right breast, and left it there.
She gasped, choking on her air.
"Something wrong, Ginny Malfoy?" his voice drawled.
She grinded her teeth together. This was war.
"No nothing, Draco Longbottom," she said, grinning.
Draco scrunched his nose up in disgust.
She placed her hand on his territory once again, feeling that it was stiffer than before, she noted with amusement.
Trancing in each other's eyes, a bell rang.
"Oh shit, I am gonna be late for class!" Ginny said, picking up her bag that had been waiting patiently against a tree.
"This isn't over, Weasley!" Draco called behind her.
Ginny's red hair went flapping away into a distance.
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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.
She wasn't expecting this.
Little droplets of water thrown onto the nape of her neck; relishing every peice of flesh she had. It felt soft on her skin, and the owner was rather gentle.
"Shh, Gin." the familiar voice sounded. She lurched up a little and smiled at the person next to her.
"Draco? Mmm...Draco..." she sighed sleepily, her vision blurred.
The figure spoke again, this time rasp went with the spoken words.
"You don't know what your saying Ginny. I am Harry," the voice corrected. Ginny bolted up, knocking over a bucket of water that spread liquid through the floor.
"Harry!" she gasped, blushing at the sight of the concerned emerald gems of his eyes.
"Why did you call me Draco?" he demanded suspiciously. She breathed in and out, covering her wet neck with the drapes of her nightgown.
She didn't answer.
"Your sick, Ginny. A muggle fever, Madame Pomphrey said. It'll take a while since we don't have any muggle products to cure you yet," Harry spoke quickly, his words rushed into each other.
"What were you doing with that?" Ginny said, holding back a laugh as she saw Harry clutching a peice of towel cloth in his fingers.
He scowled teasingly.
"I was trying to cover up the rash in your neck with some Wizard medicine," he explained professionally. She smiled at him,feeling her neck. Two little bumps were the only things she felt.
"It's been cleared; Madame Pomphrey made you fly over to the hospital wing to do the procedures."
Ginny looked around at the vacant bed next to her, and around the odd smelling room, and yawned slowly.
"How did she know about the fever?" she asked finally.
Harry shrugged. "Some guy came and told her."
"Who?"
Harry looked uneasily around the room and finally said, "You should get some sleep."
And there, avoiding her question, he slammed the door behind him.
*** *** ***
Snowflakes covered Hogwarts, creating a large canvas of white. Kids went outside in the chilling cold, mittens placed on their hands and big coats that comfied their bodies.
Ginny was one of the kids; trying to ignore Harry, who was giving her a lecture about freezing to death when you overcame a fever.
As he was occupied by an interesting conversation with Hermione, she slowly moved out of the way, wandering around, her feet crunching against the snow. Christmas would be here soon; and she rubbed her hands in anticipation.
She knew her parents wouldn't be able to afford the large Christmas dinner they had last time, but Bill and Charlie would be there; it would be fun.
Pondering the thoughts of what gift Charlie might give her this year, she was suddenly aware that a chilling freeze was going down her back.
Shrieking in cold, she turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, grinning from ear to ear, a chunk of snow in his hands.
"Malfoy!" she scolded. He merely smiled back.
"Kind of a thin coat, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the thin pullover she was wearing. It was pink with little holes in it, premitting him to see the flesh of her small cleavage.
"Not that I am complaining," he whispered, a finger trailing the front of her neck, stopping in midaction just above her breasts.
She took an intact of her breath.
"You are too cruel," she hissed, biting her lip as she waited.
Finally something happend. His hands went over to clutch her sides, and brung her close, their upper bodies brushing against each other teasingly.
"You know, Ginny Malfoy...," he said playfully, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this...Ginny Malfoy." he repeated the name, smirking.
"Stop calling me that," she complained whiningly, although the name sent chills to her spine, she was enjoying this careless flirting immensely.
"Ginny Malfoy." he repeated.
"Bastard," she replied as his hands wandered over to her bottom, squeezing it tightly.
"If there weren't so many people here, I would take you down right here," he whispered, his lips catching the nip of her ear.
Ginny shivered slightly; she didn't want to take this torture anymore. But she didn't want Malfoy to think that she had no self control whatsoever.
Walking around him, she went behind him and placed a hand over his-
"Woah, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves here?" he breathed, trying to make his voice sound steady. She smiled evilly, knowing this was killing him.
"Oh I am sorry," she said sweetly, and reluctantly took the hand away. He groaned.
"You bitch!" he scowled menancingly.
"Don't talk about your mother like that," she retorted innocently. Her breathing went thicker, anger ran through her veins, and she found herself wanting everything about that little evil bastard.
He didn't come up with a smartass remark. Instead, he placed a hand on her right breast, and left it there.
She gasped, choking on her air.
"Something wrong, Ginny Malfoy?" his voice drawled.
She grinded her teeth together. This was war.
"No nothing, Draco Longbottom," she said, grinning.
Draco scrunched his nose up in disgust.
She placed her hand on his territory once again, feeling that it was stiffer than before, she noted with amusement.
Trancing in each other's eyes, a bell rang.
"Oh shit, I am gonna be late for class!" Ginny said, picking up her bag that had been waiting patiently against a tree.
"This isn't over, Weasley!" Draco called behind her.
Ginny's red hair went flapping away into a distance.
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