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.
______________________ Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. _______________________
The straps on her emerald dress faltered slightly as she innocently dropped a hand over her dried lips.
"I am- sick," she managed to croak before running upstairs so fast that some of the silk in her new dress got stuck in the base of the stairway. Coughing loudly, Ginny felt her breath leave her lungs as she ran into her room and slammed the door as softly as possible behind her.
Meanwhile back in the dining room...
"What's gotten into her? I thought she'd be thrilled to see you, my dear Charles." Mrs.Weasley's voice rang, her eyes softened with concern and a load of curiosity.
"Oh Ms.Weasley, we had a fight the last time I was here. I better go check on her and apologize. If you would excuse me, all," Charles said, smiling charmfully.
"Of course Charles," Mr.Weasley obeyed with much delight.
Charles turned around, muttering curses under his breath, as he walked up the stairway; trying to remember the way to Ginny's room.
*
"Draco! You gave us a fright!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed as her son suddenly appeared with a POP!
"Caught in traffic, Mother," he said, his eyebrows furrowing at the huge lie he had just told. Well, it had been some sort of traffic, yes traffic of fifty boys and girls calling after him in their asian accents yelling another word for homosexual was indeed much traffic to him.
"Merry Christmas, Father," Draco said coldly to a blonde haired man who seemed unaffected by the presence of his own son.
"Draco," Lucius Malfoy nodded, not meeting his eyes, and going back to the newspaper he was reading.
"Dinner will be an hour late, Draco. The house elves are completely horrid, I tell you. They shall be beaten tonight. Go up to your room, until you are called," his mother ordered timidly.
Draco did what he was told, there was no use to argue. Where else to go? Perhaps he could beat some of the house elves later, yes, he thought with an evil smirk, that was a very delightful hobby.
However, he couldn't deny his thoughts as he wondered what kind of a Christmas Ginny was having.
*
Her mind was simply dizzy, she didn't know what was happening, it was all blur. She vaguely remember thanking herself for not unpacking yet, and then another hideous thought aroused from the edge of her mind.
Where would she go? Ginny certainly was not ready to prowl onto the streets late alone at night; and she wasn't and couldn't apparate yet. Oh God, she thought, her heart pounding against the flesh of her chest.
The lump in her throat increased highly, and within a moment, her eyes were blinded by the liquid of her tears.
"Ginny?" a voice wavered. Ginny felt the need to scream. Someone was knocking on her door, ordering her to come out quickly. And she knew that voice belonged to Charles.
"Ginny, I am going to hex the door off, you little ratted bitch." His harsh tone made Ginny clench her hands into fists, her eyes pouring with tears.
She had to do something. Anything.
"Just a moment, Charles. I am getting undressed for you," she said loudly so her voice could be heard. What the fuck was she doing?
"Stop playing games Ginny, come out here, right now."
Without even responding, Ginny sweeped over a tiny parchment and a half broken quill and dipped it into some nearby ink.
Draco- Charles is here. Help.
That's all she could write. She sighed in deeply, and looked out the window. Errol was sleepily wandering the trees.
She made a whistiling sound, which got it's attention.
"Tsk, Errol, here sweetie, come on, please? For Ginny?" she pleaded. Hesitant to end his late night stroll, Errol reluctantly obeyed and came to the window.
"Take this to Draco Lucifer Malfoy. Make it as fast as you can! Don't wait for a reply, just go and try to inform Mione that I am in trouble, alright?" Ginny said, her words tumbiling. Errol nodded, and picked up the parchment with it's hallow beak.
"Be fast, Errol. I need you."
The owl nipped her finger reassuringly, and sweeped into the air, fluttering it's wings furiously.
*
The parchment felt stiff under his fingers, the horrid handwriting complete with stains of tears, he felt vaguely uncomfortable that they belonged to Ginny. The obviously cheaply bought owl that looked very aged indeed, soared out his window before waiting for a reply.
The parchment flew from his hand, and he felt his nails dig into the corners of his palms. Charles was there; the same man that had pretended to love Ginny and hurt her to get what he wanted. Feeling a panickingly flutter of fresh worry, he bit his lip thoughtfully.
Without much more hesitance, he unlocked one of the cabinet closets near his dressing table, and opened it, his eyes wandering maddeingly.
Finally, underneath large amounts of paper and quills and books, he took out his old Nimbus 2001.
Mounting on the broom, he took his wand and yelled "Diffindo!" before the glass of the small windows broke, each crystal making a striking sound as it hit the floor.
Pocketing his wand carefully beneath his robes, he tightened the grip on his broom and proceeded to fly out to the darkened sky.
*
Will Draco save Ginny in time? Will Charles hex her? Will Harry and the others catch on? Will Ron ever find out he's homosexual? Oh wait- no that's a different story, never mind.. Er anyways, I know you guys are thinking I will make Draco save her, but remember I am known to be very evil :D.
So warnings, and a belated Christmas and of course, happy Boxing Day to Canadians (*cough* Natalie *cough*) my luvs (Hope you all had a White Christmas like I did...it was like a blizzard in New York..)
~Court P.S. If you are interested on emails of frequent updates of this story, please leave your email in your review, I find it very tiring to go to your profile just to get your email and some dont even list them. If I have emailed you updates earlier, ignore this Author's Note. Happy Holidays, everyone!!
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.
______________________ Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. _______________________
The straps on her emerald dress faltered slightly as she innocently dropped a hand over her dried lips.
"I am- sick," she managed to croak before running upstairs so fast that some of the silk in her new dress got stuck in the base of the stairway. Coughing loudly, Ginny felt her breath leave her lungs as she ran into her room and slammed the door as softly as possible behind her.
Meanwhile back in the dining room...
"What's gotten into her? I thought she'd be thrilled to see you, my dear Charles." Mrs.Weasley's voice rang, her eyes softened with concern and a load of curiosity.
"Oh Ms.Weasley, we had a fight the last time I was here. I better go check on her and apologize. If you would excuse me, all," Charles said, smiling charmfully.
"Of course Charles," Mr.Weasley obeyed with much delight.
Charles turned around, muttering curses under his breath, as he walked up the stairway; trying to remember the way to Ginny's room.
*
"Draco! You gave us a fright!" Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed as her son suddenly appeared with a POP!
"Caught in traffic, Mother," he said, his eyebrows furrowing at the huge lie he had just told. Well, it had been some sort of traffic, yes traffic of fifty boys and girls calling after him in their asian accents yelling another word for homosexual was indeed much traffic to him.
"Merry Christmas, Father," Draco said coldly to a blonde haired man who seemed unaffected by the presence of his own son.
"Draco," Lucius Malfoy nodded, not meeting his eyes, and going back to the newspaper he was reading.
"Dinner will be an hour late, Draco. The house elves are completely horrid, I tell you. They shall be beaten tonight. Go up to your room, until you are called," his mother ordered timidly.
Draco did what he was told, there was no use to argue. Where else to go? Perhaps he could beat some of the house elves later, yes, he thought with an evil smirk, that was a very delightful hobby.
However, he couldn't deny his thoughts as he wondered what kind of a Christmas Ginny was having.
*
Her mind was simply dizzy, she didn't know what was happening, it was all blur. She vaguely remember thanking herself for not unpacking yet, and then another hideous thought aroused from the edge of her mind.
Where would she go? Ginny certainly was not ready to prowl onto the streets late alone at night; and she wasn't and couldn't apparate yet. Oh God, she thought, her heart pounding against the flesh of her chest.
The lump in her throat increased highly, and within a moment, her eyes were blinded by the liquid of her tears.
"Ginny?" a voice wavered. Ginny felt the need to scream. Someone was knocking on her door, ordering her to come out quickly. And she knew that voice belonged to Charles.
"Ginny, I am going to hex the door off, you little ratted bitch." His harsh tone made Ginny clench her hands into fists, her eyes pouring with tears.
She had to do something. Anything.
"Just a moment, Charles. I am getting undressed for you," she said loudly so her voice could be heard. What the fuck was she doing?
"Stop playing games Ginny, come out here, right now."
Without even responding, Ginny sweeped over a tiny parchment and a half broken quill and dipped it into some nearby ink.
Draco- Charles is here. Help.
That's all she could write. She sighed in deeply, and looked out the window. Errol was sleepily wandering the trees.
She made a whistiling sound, which got it's attention.
"Tsk, Errol, here sweetie, come on, please? For Ginny?" she pleaded. Hesitant to end his late night stroll, Errol reluctantly obeyed and came to the window.
"Take this to Draco Lucifer Malfoy. Make it as fast as you can! Don't wait for a reply, just go and try to inform Mione that I am in trouble, alright?" Ginny said, her words tumbiling. Errol nodded, and picked up the parchment with it's hallow beak.
"Be fast, Errol. I need you."
The owl nipped her finger reassuringly, and sweeped into the air, fluttering it's wings furiously.
*
The parchment felt stiff under his fingers, the horrid handwriting complete with stains of tears, he felt vaguely uncomfortable that they belonged to Ginny. The obviously cheaply bought owl that looked very aged indeed, soared out his window before waiting for a reply.
The parchment flew from his hand, and he felt his nails dig into the corners of his palms. Charles was there; the same man that had pretended to love Ginny and hurt her to get what he wanted. Feeling a panickingly flutter of fresh worry, he bit his lip thoughtfully.
Without much more hesitance, he unlocked one of the cabinet closets near his dressing table, and opened it, his eyes wandering maddeingly.
Finally, underneath large amounts of paper and quills and books, he took out his old Nimbus 2001.
Mounting on the broom, he took his wand and yelled "Diffindo!" before the glass of the small windows broke, each crystal making a striking sound as it hit the floor.
Pocketing his wand carefully beneath his robes, he tightened the grip on his broom and proceeded to fly out to the darkened sky.
*
Will Draco save Ginny in time? Will Charles hex her? Will Harry and the others catch on? Will Ron ever find out he's homosexual? Oh wait- no that's a different story, never mind.. Er anyways, I know you guys are thinking I will make Draco save her, but remember I am known to be very evil :D.
So warnings, and a belated Christmas and of course, happy Boxing Day to Canadians (*cough* Natalie *cough*) my luvs (Hope you all had a White Christmas like I did...it was like a blizzard in New York..)
~Court P.S. If you are interested on emails of frequent updates of this story, please leave your email in your review, I find it very tiring to go to your profile just to get your email and some dont even list them. If I have emailed you updates earlier, ignore this Author's Note. Happy Holidays, everyone!!