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.
Warning: This chapter is slightly rated R-ish but the rating given for the whole story will remain the same; so please forgive me.
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"Ginny, are you sure you don't want me to contact the nurse? You're coughing a lot. And your lip has a cold sore," Hermione tried to reason with her stubborn friend.
Ginny shook her head, trying to restrain herself from sneezing.
"Gods, Gin, you really need to see a docter when you get home."
The soft voice belonged to Harry, and Ginny forced a weak smile, avoiding his searching green eyes.
"Why'd you go out in the snow? You knew the fever was still there..."
She shrugged in reply, not wanting to have any questions right now. Her headache was increasing highly.
Snow dumped against the window of her seat, and she was pulled backwards by the train lurching.
They had decided to go home for Christmas, and invited Harry to go along. If this were any other time, Ginny would be jumping in excitement at the thought of Harry spending Christmas at their house, but now she found him very annoying and too curious about her personal life. Not that she had much of one.
The compartment door swung open, and a figure swaggered in. Ginny yawned boredly, expecting to see Neville or Fred and George coming in to say hello.
Instead, the person had silver hair that was placed on top of his forehead, and matching eyes that darted foward every so often.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ron said, getting up, and Ginny noticed with a small smile that his fingers were clenched into fists.
"Ah, everywhere is full. You don't mind if I join in the fun, do you, Ginny luv?" he said smirkingly, directing his question to the shivering redhead.
Two red spots displayed against the skin of Ginny's cheeks and before she could answer, her brother was ready to lung at Draco.
"Ron, no!" Hermione had gotten up from the seat, and pulled back a tempered- stricken Ron.
"How dare you! First you try to rape her in the hallway, and you came back for more?" Harry had joined in on the commotion.
Luckily, Ron hadn't heard what Harry had said, and was led to his seat by Hermione.
Draco chuckled, and plopped down next to Ginny.
Hermione had to restrain Ron from attacking again by sitting on him.
"'Mione, gerrof- I am fine," he said, blushing.
Draco snorted.
Ginny turned to him, grinning.
"So, came crawling back, did you?"
"Oh shut up, Weasel."
Ginny bit her lip from laughing as she saw Hermione finally getting of off Ron and proceeding to take another seat.
"No, it's okay 'Mione, sit here," Ginny offered, getting of off her seat.
Draco scowled.
"But, then where will you sit?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shrugged, and promptly positioned herself on Draco's lap.
His scowl had vanished.
Ron was yet again, restrained by Hermione before they all took their seats again, a silence among the air.
Finally, Ron turned to Harry and spoke.
"Reckon Mum will crush you when she sees you, she always loves guests in our house, your the favorite."
"You're going to go to the Weasley house, are you?" Draco sneered softly.
Harry glared at him.
"Yeah, I am."
Ginny noticed that Draco's adamapple grew bigger as he took a gulp of fury.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Afraid I am going to take Ginny away from you?" Harry said in a undertone so Ron could not hear.
"Harry," Ginny said his name in a warning tone.
Draco grinded his teeth in anger.
But Harry didn't stop.
"Afraid I am going to, oh I don't know, maybe sneak into her bedroom late at night-"
The sentence was not finished. Draco Malfoy had gotten up, which left Ginny to fall on her rear end as she hit the floor with a thump. He took his wand out from his pocket and pointed inches away from Harry's nose. Before Harry could react, Malfoy had already spoke the word.
"Tresmellsio!"
A beam of silver lightning striked through the air, and there was a blast of gray smoke as the transition was finished.
Ginny blinked, and saw that Ron, Harry and Hermione were asleep amongst themselves, snoring.
Without thinking, she burst into laughter.
"I meant to curse them," Draco said sulkily.
Her laughter broke down, and she grinned at him.
"So, now that we're alone-"
Ginny stopped grinning, her arms folded across her chest.
"Don't even think about it, Malfoy," her voice coming out crisp and clear.
"Aw, but why?" he whined.
Ginny smiled at his pouting face, but the upturn of the corners of her mouth had vanished when Draco came closer. She stood up in her seat, backing away into the wall.
"Scared, little Weasel?" he said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, and his head placed on her thighs.
Her head lowered, and her lips brushed against his forehead, and onto his nose, and now touched his lips.
The kiss was harsh, the crisps of her lips was hurriedly running through his, and his arms now placed on her backside.
"Mmm, like it rough, do you?" Draco managed to murmer through his occupied lips, brushing agains the flesh of her neck.
"Malfoy," Ginny said scoldingly, but her fingertips unwillingly massaged the nape of his neck.
His chest rised up, heaving across the top of her thighs, and he stood up, and placed himself on the half of her lower body.
He sighed softly, the heat of his breath grazing her chest; which was now repeatedly rythmning against the beat of her heart. Draco parted his lips slightly, his chapped areas exploring her skin.
Ginny felt heat rush through her; she didn't want him to stop, but another part of her mind sent her a warning and she furiously resisted her urges.
She pushed him away lightly, and he scowled angirly at her.
"What'd you do that for?" asked Draco, his frown glaring.
Ginny shrugged, knowing it was better to not reply. Gathering up the buttons of her shirt again, she looked down at her feet and muttered, "Put the countercurse," before she sat herself on his lap again; this time a little uneasily.
Draco bit his lip in stubborness, but finally obeyed. "Trescurié."
In the next few moments, Hermione had awakened, yawning tiredly.
"What's going on? Did I doze off already?" she asked suspiciously. Before Draco or Ginny could answer, Ron and Harry opened their eyes, imitating the same huge yawn Hermione had given off.
Shrugging off the fact that they had been sleeping, Ron and Harry went into a rather boring conversation about last year's Qudditch defeats in Hogwarts and Chudley Cannons.
Ginny sat back reluctantly against the soft felt of Draco's shirt, and closed her eyes. She didn't want him to speak to her again, lure her into his seductive ways.
Then he heard a faint chuckle in her eardrums. Opening her eyes, she saw Draco smirking at her from behind.
"I won this round, Weasel," he said.
Ginny's heart sank a little, and anger flushed up her cheeks. It was just a game to him, wasn't it?
"You-little-bitch," she spat resentingly.
Draco's smirk grew even wider.
"Why Weasel, that's a compliment to me..."
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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.
Warning: This chapter is slightly rated R-ish but the rating given for the whole story will remain the same; so please forgive me.
***
"Ginny, are you sure you don't want me to contact the nurse? You're coughing a lot. And your lip has a cold sore," Hermione tried to reason with her stubborn friend.
Ginny shook her head, trying to restrain herself from sneezing.
"Gods, Gin, you really need to see a docter when you get home."
The soft voice belonged to Harry, and Ginny forced a weak smile, avoiding his searching green eyes.
"Why'd you go out in the snow? You knew the fever was still there..."
She shrugged in reply, not wanting to have any questions right now. Her headache was increasing highly.
Snow dumped against the window of her seat, and she was pulled backwards by the train lurching.
They had decided to go home for Christmas, and invited Harry to go along. If this were any other time, Ginny would be jumping in excitement at the thought of Harry spending Christmas at their house, but now she found him very annoying and too curious about her personal life. Not that she had much of one.
The compartment door swung open, and a figure swaggered in. Ginny yawned boredly, expecting to see Neville or Fred and George coming in to say hello.
Instead, the person had silver hair that was placed on top of his forehead, and matching eyes that darted foward every so often.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ron said, getting up, and Ginny noticed with a small smile that his fingers were clenched into fists.
"Ah, everywhere is full. You don't mind if I join in the fun, do you, Ginny luv?" he said smirkingly, directing his question to the shivering redhead.
Two red spots displayed against the skin of Ginny's cheeks and before she could answer, her brother was ready to lung at Draco.
"Ron, no!" Hermione had gotten up from the seat, and pulled back a tempered- stricken Ron.
"How dare you! First you try to rape her in the hallway, and you came back for more?" Harry had joined in on the commotion.
Luckily, Ron hadn't heard what Harry had said, and was led to his seat by Hermione.
Draco chuckled, and plopped down next to Ginny.
Hermione had to restrain Ron from attacking again by sitting on him.
"'Mione, gerrof- I am fine," he said, blushing.
Draco snorted.
Ginny turned to him, grinning.
"So, came crawling back, did you?"
"Oh shut up, Weasel."
Ginny bit her lip from laughing as she saw Hermione finally getting of off Ron and proceeding to take another seat.
"No, it's okay 'Mione, sit here," Ginny offered, getting of off her seat.
Draco scowled.
"But, then where will you sit?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shrugged, and promptly positioned herself on Draco's lap.
His scowl had vanished.
Ron was yet again, restrained by Hermione before they all took their seats again, a silence among the air.
Finally, Ron turned to Harry and spoke.
"Reckon Mum will crush you when she sees you, she always loves guests in our house, your the favorite."
"You're going to go to the Weasley house, are you?" Draco sneered softly.
Harry glared at him.
"Yeah, I am."
Ginny noticed that Draco's adamapple grew bigger as he took a gulp of fury.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Afraid I am going to take Ginny away from you?" Harry said in a undertone so Ron could not hear.
"Harry," Ginny said his name in a warning tone.
Draco grinded his teeth in anger.
But Harry didn't stop.
"Afraid I am going to, oh I don't know, maybe sneak into her bedroom late at night-"
The sentence was not finished. Draco Malfoy had gotten up, which left Ginny to fall on her rear end as she hit the floor with a thump. He took his wand out from his pocket and pointed inches away from Harry's nose. Before Harry could react, Malfoy had already spoke the word.
"Tresmellsio!"
A beam of silver lightning striked through the air, and there was a blast of gray smoke as the transition was finished.
Ginny blinked, and saw that Ron, Harry and Hermione were asleep amongst themselves, snoring.
Without thinking, she burst into laughter.
"I meant to curse them," Draco said sulkily.
Her laughter broke down, and she grinned at him.
"So, now that we're alone-"
Ginny stopped grinning, her arms folded across her chest.
"Don't even think about it, Malfoy," her voice coming out crisp and clear.
"Aw, but why?" he whined.
Ginny smiled at his pouting face, but the upturn of the corners of her mouth had vanished when Draco came closer. She stood up in her seat, backing away into the wall.
"Scared, little Weasel?" he said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, and his head placed on her thighs.
Her head lowered, and her lips brushed against his forehead, and onto his nose, and now touched his lips.
The kiss was harsh, the crisps of her lips was hurriedly running through his, and his arms now placed on her backside.
"Mmm, like it rough, do you?" Draco managed to murmer through his occupied lips, brushing agains the flesh of her neck.
"Malfoy," Ginny said scoldingly, but her fingertips unwillingly massaged the nape of his neck.
His chest rised up, heaving across the top of her thighs, and he stood up, and placed himself on the half of her lower body.
He sighed softly, the heat of his breath grazing her chest; which was now repeatedly rythmning against the beat of her heart. Draco parted his lips slightly, his chapped areas exploring her skin.
Ginny felt heat rush through her; she didn't want him to stop, but another part of her mind sent her a warning and she furiously resisted her urges.
She pushed him away lightly, and he scowled angirly at her.
"What'd you do that for?" asked Draco, his frown glaring.
Ginny shrugged, knowing it was better to not reply. Gathering up the buttons of her shirt again, she looked down at her feet and muttered, "Put the countercurse," before she sat herself on his lap again; this time a little uneasily.
Draco bit his lip in stubborness, but finally obeyed. "Trescurié."
In the next few moments, Hermione had awakened, yawning tiredly.
"What's going on? Did I doze off already?" she asked suspiciously. Before Draco or Ginny could answer, Ron and Harry opened their eyes, imitating the same huge yawn Hermione had given off.
Shrugging off the fact that they had been sleeping, Ron and Harry went into a rather boring conversation about last year's Qudditch defeats in Hogwarts and Chudley Cannons.
Ginny sat back reluctantly against the soft felt of Draco's shirt, and closed her eyes. She didn't want him to speak to her again, lure her into his seductive ways.
Then he heard a faint chuckle in her eardrums. Opening her eyes, she saw Draco smirking at her from behind.
"I won this round, Weasel," he said.
Ginny's heart sank a little, and anger flushed up her cheeks. It was just a game to him, wasn't it?
"You-little-bitch," she spat resentingly.
Draco's smirk grew even wider.
"Why Weasel, that's a compliment to me..."
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