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.
Swallowed so much love, my hair turns red. Come over to my house, to see my brother instead. You didn't get my valentine, didn't know what it meant. Every page about you, my diary's read...
Do you know, that your the one that I adore? Next year at Hogwarts, you'll see I've transformed. I will hold my head up high, I am a Gryffindor... and you won't need to save me anymore...
I love you, but it seems that you don't love me, And I know you'll see we were meant to be... When you miss me, it'll be too late.
~Switchblade Kittens 'Ode To Harry Potter'
Draco stared, gaping at the sight before him. Ginny had, dived. Coming to his sense quickly, he ignored the whooshing of the wind and turned an angle.
Within seconds, a body was falling toward him. He let go of his tight grip and his arms stretched out, ready.
Something heavy collapsed in his arms; but he didn't think at all as he saw her copper hair floating into the surface of her face.
He shook her a little, then saw that her eyes were tightly closed. Holding back a chuckle, he tightened his grip around his waist, and left one of his hands to lead them back to the Malfoy Manor.
*
"Did you just see that!" cried Mrs.Weasley, flabbergasted; the family had been staring out the window in mere shock.
Little Ginny was falling, and as Ron proceeded to do the Wingardium Leviosa spell, a certain silver haired boy had caught her in his arms while on a Nimbus 2001.
"I am going to kill him!" Harry said spitefully, and tried to charge out of the Burrow. Rumbles of arms stopped him; few of whom who wanted to join him, and only one that wanted to stop him.
"Harry, let me come with you..."
"No Harry, it's better if we see what Charles did to her to make her behave in such a..."
"Harry, stop, no!"
"Let her go," Mrs.Weasley warned them.
Then, her eyes wandered over to the stairway.
"I think it's time for someone else to learn a little lesson..."
*
The pillows were so soft. She never wanted to open her eyes, ever again. She imagined a Qudditch feild, with Harry gripping her waist tightly. She was leaning against his chest, and they were flying wistfully six inches off the ground, laughing.
But as she turned to face Harry,she saw silver hair. Gasping for breath at the sudden change, Ginny immediatley opened her eyes, fluttering her eyelids.
In a moment, a horrible aching pain furrowed through her forehead.
"What happend?" she said to no-one in paticular, as she smelled blood.
"Shhh..." a voice whispered in her ear.Shivering, she looked up and her eyes widened. Was she inside another dream?
Draco Malfoy was holding a small washcloth in his hand,drying off the blood which led from her hair, which trickled down to the side of her cheek.
"Dra- Malfoy!" she hollered, promptly sitting up. Grinning widely, she pulled him into a tight embrace.
Surprised, he reluctantly returned the hug, her copper-colored hair on his face, which spelled of cinnammon and ginger.
Finally they let go. There was a long arkward pause, in which Draco would whistle every so often.
"You-you saved me," Ginny finally managed to stumble out. Quickly, her face flushed red.
"Well, you know- had nothing better to do," he joked. Ginny managed a nervous giggle in response.
Ginny's eyes pondered over the room. It was big, with a mahogony dressing table, and a bed to match. There were black satin sheets, which covered the pillows as well. There were small futons in various corners, and a pack of clothes had been neatly folded in the base of the closet, little peices of felt and cloth sticking out from the half-closed door of the closet.
It was beautiful. It was big, a little deserted, but beautiful. Everything nearly matched, it was either mahogony and black. There was a large picture frame in the opposite wall of the bed, which consisted of a rather smug picture of Malfoy in the age of nine years, his arms folded across stubbornly, his lips pouted into a small smirk, and his small hair in bangs that spread out. He was wearing a leather jacket, which was open to let anyone see that underneath was a emerald green-shirt.
Ginny giggled. "Aw, you look so cute. And look at your mini-Malfoy smirk!" she cried out, grinning from ear to ear.
Draco rolled his eyes, but felt an unfamiliar pang at his chest due to these words.
"Is this your room?" asked Ginny, sounding a bit flustered. Draco flashed a evil smile.
"Yes. And your sleeping on my bed."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, sorry," she said, blushing.
He shrugged. "I don't mind," he teased playfully.
"So, it's getting late, I better go - you know - home?" Ginny suggested nervously.
"Well, you can spend the night - here - if you want-"
"No I don't - want to be any - you know, - trouble..."
"No- you know, trouble - at all."
"You sure? - I mean, I could tell everyone - about you know, - Charles - and thanks for saving my - well you know, life - I, well you know, thank you."
"Oh no problem - don't mention, you know, just stay - you've had a like - a rough night," Draco protested, stuttering.
Ginny giggled. They were acting terribly stupid all of a sudden. It was humorous hearing their voices stuttering nervously.
There was another silence.
Draco whistled a bit, and took out something from under his bed.
"What's that?" said Ginny curiously, trying to make conversation, as he took out a box of six bottles, each of which where filled with white and brown foam.
"Oh, some butterbeer," he answered casually.
"Oh, I could use one. May I?" she asked politely, and took a bottle swiftly out, and opened the cap easily.
"Er- Ginny, you better not, it has some hard liquor in it, I got it made mixed special by my house elves..."
But it was too late. Ginny drank the bottle slowly, white foam creasing across the thin lines of her mouth.
"Mmm, damn, that tastes good," she said, washing down the rest. It tasted like melted chocolate and ice, but it burned her throat as it went down, so she went into a coughing fit right after. She gave the bottle to Draco, for it smelled badly of rotton eggs, no matter how good it tasted. Her head felt dizzy, but the pain had weakened, and she felt a sudden urge to jump up.
"Ginny, it's really strong," said Draco gently.
"It doesn't seem strong to me, see I am still sitting up? Hehe," Ginny giggled giddily.
Draco raised his eyebrows in mild amusement. Not strong eh?
"Uh, Ginny? Do you want the guestroom, or this room?" he asked.
"Why can't I sleep with you?" Ginny asked, giggiling madly.
Draco smirked a little, but then shook his head. She really had no idea what exactly she was intending, did she? Especially since a strap of her green gown was falling over one shoulder...
"Well, I am flattered, but that's hardly an option. Your brothers would eat me alive," he commented lazily.
"Nah, you're too big too eat."
Draco bit his lip, his shoulders shaking madly of restrained laughter.
"God, you are so screwed," Draco exclaimed, smiling as Ginny fell over onto his lap, still laughing insanely.
Her hair toppled over his legs, tickiling the sides of his hands as he touched the little curls softly.
"Ginny?"
"Mmm? Hehe."
"Do you still like Harry?"
There was a long pause, and no giggles followed.
"No."
"You don't?"
"I love him."
"Oh," said Draco, and felt another unfamiliar pang in his chest again. Shaking it off, he looked up at the ceiling without commenting.
"It's not like I want to love him, though..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I don't feel anything when I am around him anymore, but I still love him, I can feel it."
"Oh."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I call you Draco?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good hehe."
There was another small sigh, and Draco felt Ginny's tiny sleeping snores against his lap, still flattening Ginny's hair with his hands.
***
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.
Swallowed so much love, my hair turns red. Come over to my house, to see my brother instead. You didn't get my valentine, didn't know what it meant. Every page about you, my diary's read...
Do you know, that your the one that I adore? Next year at Hogwarts, you'll see I've transformed. I will hold my head up high, I am a Gryffindor... and you won't need to save me anymore...
I love you, but it seems that you don't love me, And I know you'll see we were meant to be... When you miss me, it'll be too late.
~Switchblade Kittens 'Ode To Harry Potter'
Draco stared, gaping at the sight before him. Ginny had, dived. Coming to his sense quickly, he ignored the whooshing of the wind and turned an angle.
Within seconds, a body was falling toward him. He let go of his tight grip and his arms stretched out, ready.
Something heavy collapsed in his arms; but he didn't think at all as he saw her copper hair floating into the surface of her face.
He shook her a little, then saw that her eyes were tightly closed. Holding back a chuckle, he tightened his grip around his waist, and left one of his hands to lead them back to the Malfoy Manor.
*
"Did you just see that!" cried Mrs.Weasley, flabbergasted; the family had been staring out the window in mere shock.
Little Ginny was falling, and as Ron proceeded to do the Wingardium Leviosa spell, a certain silver haired boy had caught her in his arms while on a Nimbus 2001.
"I am going to kill him!" Harry said spitefully, and tried to charge out of the Burrow. Rumbles of arms stopped him; few of whom who wanted to join him, and only one that wanted to stop him.
"Harry, let me come with you..."
"No Harry, it's better if we see what Charles did to her to make her behave in such a..."
"Harry, stop, no!"
"Let her go," Mrs.Weasley warned them.
Then, her eyes wandered over to the stairway.
"I think it's time for someone else to learn a little lesson..."
*
The pillows were so soft. She never wanted to open her eyes, ever again. She imagined a Qudditch feild, with Harry gripping her waist tightly. She was leaning against his chest, and they were flying wistfully six inches off the ground, laughing.
But as she turned to face Harry,she saw silver hair. Gasping for breath at the sudden change, Ginny immediatley opened her eyes, fluttering her eyelids.
In a moment, a horrible aching pain furrowed through her forehead.
"What happend?" she said to no-one in paticular, as she smelled blood.
"Shhh..." a voice whispered in her ear.Shivering, she looked up and her eyes widened. Was she inside another dream?
Draco Malfoy was holding a small washcloth in his hand,drying off the blood which led from her hair, which trickled down to the side of her cheek.
"Dra- Malfoy!" she hollered, promptly sitting up. Grinning widely, she pulled him into a tight embrace.
Surprised, he reluctantly returned the hug, her copper-colored hair on his face, which spelled of cinnammon and ginger.
Finally they let go. There was a long arkward pause, in which Draco would whistle every so often.
"You-you saved me," Ginny finally managed to stumble out. Quickly, her face flushed red.
"Well, you know- had nothing better to do," he joked. Ginny managed a nervous giggle in response.
Ginny's eyes pondered over the room. It was big, with a mahogony dressing table, and a bed to match. There were black satin sheets, which covered the pillows as well. There were small futons in various corners, and a pack of clothes had been neatly folded in the base of the closet, little peices of felt and cloth sticking out from the half-closed door of the closet.
It was beautiful. It was big, a little deserted, but beautiful. Everything nearly matched, it was either mahogony and black. There was a large picture frame in the opposite wall of the bed, which consisted of a rather smug picture of Malfoy in the age of nine years, his arms folded across stubbornly, his lips pouted into a small smirk, and his small hair in bangs that spread out. He was wearing a leather jacket, which was open to let anyone see that underneath was a emerald green-shirt.
Ginny giggled. "Aw, you look so cute. And look at your mini-Malfoy smirk!" she cried out, grinning from ear to ear.
Draco rolled his eyes, but felt an unfamiliar pang at his chest due to these words.
"Is this your room?" asked Ginny, sounding a bit flustered. Draco flashed a evil smile.
"Yes. And your sleeping on my bed."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, sorry," she said, blushing.
He shrugged. "I don't mind," he teased playfully.
"So, it's getting late, I better go - you know - home?" Ginny suggested nervously.
"Well, you can spend the night - here - if you want-"
"No I don't - want to be any - you know, - trouble..."
"No- you know, trouble - at all."
"You sure? - I mean, I could tell everyone - about you know, - Charles - and thanks for saving my - well you know, life - I, well you know, thank you."
"Oh no problem - don't mention, you know, just stay - you've had a like - a rough night," Draco protested, stuttering.
Ginny giggled. They were acting terribly stupid all of a sudden. It was humorous hearing their voices stuttering nervously.
There was another silence.
Draco whistled a bit, and took out something from under his bed.
"What's that?" said Ginny curiously, trying to make conversation, as he took out a box of six bottles, each of which where filled with white and brown foam.
"Oh, some butterbeer," he answered casually.
"Oh, I could use one. May I?" she asked politely, and took a bottle swiftly out, and opened the cap easily.
"Er- Ginny, you better not, it has some hard liquor in it, I got it made mixed special by my house elves..."
But it was too late. Ginny drank the bottle slowly, white foam creasing across the thin lines of her mouth.
"Mmm, damn, that tastes good," she said, washing down the rest. It tasted like melted chocolate and ice, but it burned her throat as it went down, so she went into a coughing fit right after. She gave the bottle to Draco, for it smelled badly of rotton eggs, no matter how good it tasted. Her head felt dizzy, but the pain had weakened, and she felt a sudden urge to jump up.
"Ginny, it's really strong," said Draco gently.
"It doesn't seem strong to me, see I am still sitting up? Hehe," Ginny giggled giddily.
Draco raised his eyebrows in mild amusement. Not strong eh?
"Uh, Ginny? Do you want the guestroom, or this room?" he asked.
"Why can't I sleep with you?" Ginny asked, giggiling madly.
Draco smirked a little, but then shook his head. She really had no idea what exactly she was intending, did she? Especially since a strap of her green gown was falling over one shoulder...
"Well, I am flattered, but that's hardly an option. Your brothers would eat me alive," he commented lazily.
"Nah, you're too big too eat."
Draco bit his lip, his shoulders shaking madly of restrained laughter.
"God, you are so screwed," Draco exclaimed, smiling as Ginny fell over onto his lap, still laughing insanely.
Her hair toppled over his legs, tickiling the sides of his hands as he touched the little curls softly.
"Ginny?"
"Mmm? Hehe."
"Do you still like Harry?"
There was a long pause, and no giggles followed.
"No."
"You don't?"
"I love him."
"Oh," said Draco, and felt another unfamiliar pang in his chest again. Shaking it off, he looked up at the ceiling without commenting.
"It's not like I want to love him, though..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I don't feel anything when I am around him anymore, but I still love him, I can feel it."
"Oh."
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I call you Draco?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good hehe."
There was another small sigh, and Draco felt Ginny's tiny sleeping snores against his lap, still flattening Ginny's hair with his hands.
***