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.

- Courage is not the act of fear. It is acting in spite of it. *Mark Twain -

- Love is a game where two can play; and both can win. -





"C'mon, you fucking bastard!" Draco cursed loudly as his Nimbus 2001 swept slowly in the air. Pushing foward with all his might, he realized something.

Stupidity and all, dignity gone, he groaned, a string of swearing followed.

He had no fucking idea where Ginny Weasley lived.

*

"Bitch, open this door. Now! I am hexing it off, Ginny, I swear to God!" Charles bellowed. Ginny felt her heart pounding against her chest, fear ringing through her own body.

What was she to do? No way Draco would get to the Burrow fast enough. In fact, he probably didn't even know where the hell it was. In fact, Ginny thought with much dismay, he probably didn't want to come.

She was just a fling, anyway. She meant absolutely nothing to him; in fact, he had no obligation to even care. She couldn't force him to come. And nobody knew. Tears welled up again, but she blinked them away at hearing Charles bang against the door with his body.

Ginny wiped her tears away, gaining up her bravery. If she had any, anyway. Her chest heaved with emotion. They couldn't have put her in Gryffindor for nothing, could they?

No, they couldn't have.

She knew there was only one thing left to do.

She opened the window.

"Diffindo!" cried Charles.

She heard the bang of the door open.

She didn't look back. She stepped out, and found herself outside of her house, her feet clinging to the window sill. Looking down, she saw platters of ground and the faint dark color of grass. Gulping slightly, she also saw bits of rock hanging by trees. Her feet tingled underneath her; she hated heights.

"Oh please, Ginny, don't do stupid things, you little slut."

Breathe.

*

"Lacoata!" he whispered, clearing his mind of all things except Ginny. Her precious flaming hair, her brown eyes.

He felt himself falling and rising. Blinding his eyes carefully, he opened them again to see a large house, surrounded by trees, it towered against the sky, and he noted with disgust that several rooms had been built among it.

Sighing in relief that he had found the house, he dived to go closer.

And that's when he noticed a small frail figure, hinging against the outside a window, ready to jump.

*

"Little Ginny, come out, now." Charles voice was so enticing that she found it hard to breathe.

Her lungs were repeating against the small blood in her veins left. Her hair was hanging loosely at the side of her cheeks, and her eyes closed and opened furiously.

She felt a hand wrap around her ankle. She gulped, feeling repulsed by being touched by such a horrid man.

Kicking him, he finally let go.

And then she did the only thing she could do.

Placing her energy high and her stupidity high also, and swung her legs across the windowsill and in the air.

And then she dived.

*



*Evil cackle* Another cliffhanger...

~Court