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.
They said,
'I'll bet they'll never make it'
but just look at us going on...
We're still together,
still going strong.
Your still the one that I run to,
the one that I belong to,
your still the one that I want for life...
Your still the one that I love...
the one that I breathe love...
your still the one that I kiss goodnight.
~Shania Twain
"Arghh," Ginny groaned, groping for more pillows. Her hands flew to her hair, which had been tangled from many turns in the night, and her head was hurting like hell, as if her whole body was numb with pain.
"G'morning, sleepyhead," someone said, chuckiling.
"Mmm..Harry?" Ginny noted, and blinked open her eyes, to see the outraged face of Draco Malfoy.
"Don't insult me," he said in mock bitterness. Ginny managed a weak laugh, trying to remember what happend yesterday night. She groaned more at the thought. Charles had been invited for Christmas, and she had done something nearly suicidal, and Draco had caught her...her mind was still placed in disbelief at the dramatic events.
She looked down, and realized that a black satin nightgown had been placed over her emerald dress, and she tightened the belt around the waist, blushing.
"It's mine," Draco said, avoiding her eyes.
"Oh, thanks. It was awfully cold in here last night, thanks, it kept me warm," Ginny said, rambiling about nonsense.
Draco nodded. "Well I thought, you were shivering and all, you'd like it."
"I do. Here," said Ginny, opening the belt and parting the robes, feeling rather vurnable at Draco's hungry gaze as she opened it and gave it to him.
He looked as if he was trying really hard to look Ginny above the neck. She was fixing up the green straps on her short dress, looking down at her bare feet.
"Oh no...you keep the nightgown. I don't need it anyway. Too girlish for me," he murmered.
Ginny grinned, and accepted the gown reluctantly.
"Happy Christmas," Draco croaked.
Ginny laughed, and said "Yeah, you too...Oh my God, Christmas! I forgot! I need to spend it with my family!"
"Oh okay. Well you can use my broom, it's right over there, by the dressing table..." he said warily.
"Thanks, Mal-Draco. For everything," Ginny whispered, clutching the broom with a hand.
"Sure. Your sandals are by the window," he answered.
She nodded, and put one of her sandals on, strapping their handles in place.
She turned foward and watched the small muggle clock that Draco kept hidden near a photo album, and saw that it was nearly eleven o'clock.
"Oh no! I have to go! They've opened their presents by now!" she cried, and looked at the broken window anxiously.
"Up!" she ordered her broom, and it obeyed. Placing her legs firmly in order, she called a quick goodbye at Draco and soared out the window, one of her bare feet clinging to the edge, and the other one placed sternly in a sandal.
Draco laughed, noting that she had forgotten the other sandal, which was still in place by the window, looking lonely.
***
"Oh, Ginny!" Mrs.Weasley promptly got to her feet at the sudden appearance of her small girl, who was clutching a broomstick in one hand, wearing a black satin robe, which was barely covering the emerald peak of her small dress underneath her robes.
She was wearing only one sandal, but she seemed oblivious to the fact, and was curiously eyeing everyone that was sitting there, shocked that she had come back. After their welcoming gestures and questions and threatnings from Ron about Draco Malfoy laying a hand on her, she sat down and found herself telling them the whole story, from the sexual harrassment from Charles which the brothers looked greedily to kill, and Mrs.Weasley looked relieved to see that she had fought and declined to the part where she had stupidly thrown herself from the window and how Draco had come to the rescue. She smartly left out the part about when she got drunk and slept on Draco Malfoy's bed, of course.
"Couldn't you have at least owled us?" said a familiar voice from the Weasley clan and Harry.
"'Mione! Oh your here! Errol came to you?" Ginny said, nodding at her.
"Yes," Hermione said, still clutched in Ginny's tight embrace.
When they finally pulled away, Hermione cleared her throat and said, "So where did you sleep?"
She said it casually, but it made Ginny numb with fear anyways, because every head turned her way, waiting for her to answer. Ron glared at her as if to say that if she slept anywhere where Draco was present, he would murder both of them.
"Well now, lets Ginny have some sleep. She's had a tough night. Wait, where did you get this?" her mother asked, her fingers tugging at the material of her black robes.
"Draco," she said softly.
"So it's Draco now?" Ron said, glaring more.
"Give me those robes, I'll send them to him," Fred eagerly offered.
"No! I mean," she said, as her loud voice startled them all, "I mean, he gave them to me," she said in a small squeak.
"Ginny, can I talk to you alone for a moment, outside?" Harry spoke out, nodding her way.
Ginny forced a weak smile and said, "Sure."
They went outside, recieving curious glances from the Weasleys. Closing the door behind her, she folded her arms across her chest, walking around the grass, waiting for Harry to speak.
"Did you sleep with him?" he said bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"Yes. I mean, NO! No!" Ginny said, biting her lip.
"What?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows in a cross between puzzlement and outraged disgust.
"I mean, I slept with him, but not really," she answered.
"Huh?"
"I slept in his bed, with him, but nothing happend," Ginny said.
"Why would you sleep in his bed? Did- he didn't force you or anything, did he?" asked Harry, his voice rising.
"No- of course not. Anyways, what happend to Charles?" she asked, aruptly changing the subject.
"Mr.Weasley and him went to the Ministry to sort things out. I guess he confessed to your father what happend in the past. And don't change the subject," Harry said sternly.
"Listen Harry- nothing happend. I think you would be at least be grateful that he saved my life!" Ginny snapped.
Harry looked crestfallen. "I am, but you and I know he's only after your body."
"Why you- that's not true!" Ginny shrieked in outrage.
Harry stepped back, widening his eyes, but not speaking.
"Just because you took so damn long to notice me, to love me, to like me, or to even acknowledge to know that I even exist as a girl, doesn't mean nobody else hasn't, Harry Potter! I am really tired of you bitching after me after all these years! For your information, I do love you, but I am not IN love you anymore! Yeah, do you want to know who I am in love with? Fine! Draco Malfoy! I am in love with him, and if I can't even change that, then you can't!" Ginny took a deep breath, and Harry looked flabbergasted, and started to speak but she held up a hand to interuppt.
"No! I am not going to let you speak, dumbass bitch! If you imply that I don't know what love is, I think you should speak for yourself. Famous Harry Potter, who's always getting attacked can't stand a second for love! You don't even know what it is! Do you know how that makes me feel? And now I am in love with Draco, and no matter how hard I try, I can't ever change that! Did I ever change loving you? No..." she breathed in and out, tears pouring down her cheeks at all the things she had been holding in all her life.
"Ginny..." Harry said, sighing, warily pointing a finger behind her.
Ginny turned around, and saw herself looking at Draco Malfoy, who was clutching a wand in one hand, and a sandal in the other.
***
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.
They said,
'I'll bet they'll never make it'
but just look at us going on...
We're still together,
still going strong.
Your still the one that I run to,
the one that I belong to,
your still the one that I want for life...
Your still the one that I love...
the one that I breathe love...
your still the one that I kiss goodnight.
~Shania Twain
"Arghh," Ginny groaned, groping for more pillows. Her hands flew to her hair, which had been tangled from many turns in the night, and her head was hurting like hell, as if her whole body was numb with pain.
"G'morning, sleepyhead," someone said, chuckiling.
"Mmm..Harry?" Ginny noted, and blinked open her eyes, to see the outraged face of Draco Malfoy.
"Don't insult me," he said in mock bitterness. Ginny managed a weak laugh, trying to remember what happend yesterday night. She groaned more at the thought. Charles had been invited for Christmas, and she had done something nearly suicidal, and Draco had caught her...her mind was still placed in disbelief at the dramatic events.
She looked down, and realized that a black satin nightgown had been placed over her emerald dress, and she tightened the belt around the waist, blushing.
"It's mine," Draco said, avoiding her eyes.
"Oh, thanks. It was awfully cold in here last night, thanks, it kept me warm," Ginny said, rambiling about nonsense.
Draco nodded. "Well I thought, you were shivering and all, you'd like it."
"I do. Here," said Ginny, opening the belt and parting the robes, feeling rather vurnable at Draco's hungry gaze as she opened it and gave it to him.
He looked as if he was trying really hard to look Ginny above the neck. She was fixing up the green straps on her short dress, looking down at her bare feet.
"Oh no...you keep the nightgown. I don't need it anyway. Too girlish for me," he murmered.
Ginny grinned, and accepted the gown reluctantly.
"Happy Christmas," Draco croaked.
Ginny laughed, and said "Yeah, you too...Oh my God, Christmas! I forgot! I need to spend it with my family!"
"Oh okay. Well you can use my broom, it's right over there, by the dressing table..." he said warily.
"Thanks, Mal-Draco. For everything," Ginny whispered, clutching the broom with a hand.
"Sure. Your sandals are by the window," he answered.
She nodded, and put one of her sandals on, strapping their handles in place.
She turned foward and watched the small muggle clock that Draco kept hidden near a photo album, and saw that it was nearly eleven o'clock.
"Oh no! I have to go! They've opened their presents by now!" she cried, and looked at the broken window anxiously.
"Up!" she ordered her broom, and it obeyed. Placing her legs firmly in order, she called a quick goodbye at Draco and soared out the window, one of her bare feet clinging to the edge, and the other one placed sternly in a sandal.
Draco laughed, noting that she had forgotten the other sandal, which was still in place by the window, looking lonely.
***
"Oh, Ginny!" Mrs.Weasley promptly got to her feet at the sudden appearance of her small girl, who was clutching a broomstick in one hand, wearing a black satin robe, which was barely covering the emerald peak of her small dress underneath her robes.
She was wearing only one sandal, but she seemed oblivious to the fact, and was curiously eyeing everyone that was sitting there, shocked that she had come back. After their welcoming gestures and questions and threatnings from Ron about Draco Malfoy laying a hand on her, she sat down and found herself telling them the whole story, from the sexual harrassment from Charles which the brothers looked greedily to kill, and Mrs.Weasley looked relieved to see that she had fought and declined to the part where she had stupidly thrown herself from the window and how Draco had come to the rescue. She smartly left out the part about when she got drunk and slept on Draco Malfoy's bed, of course.
"Couldn't you have at least owled us?" said a familiar voice from the Weasley clan and Harry.
"'Mione! Oh your here! Errol came to you?" Ginny said, nodding at her.
"Yes," Hermione said, still clutched in Ginny's tight embrace.
When they finally pulled away, Hermione cleared her throat and said, "So where did you sleep?"
She said it casually, but it made Ginny numb with fear anyways, because every head turned her way, waiting for her to answer. Ron glared at her as if to say that if she slept anywhere where Draco was present, he would murder both of them.
"Well now, lets Ginny have some sleep. She's had a tough night. Wait, where did you get this?" her mother asked, her fingers tugging at the material of her black robes.
"Draco," she said softly.
"So it's Draco now?" Ron said, glaring more.
"Give me those robes, I'll send them to him," Fred eagerly offered.
"No! I mean," she said, as her loud voice startled them all, "I mean, he gave them to me," she said in a small squeak.
"Ginny, can I talk to you alone for a moment, outside?" Harry spoke out, nodding her way.
Ginny forced a weak smile and said, "Sure."
They went outside, recieving curious glances from the Weasleys. Closing the door behind her, she folded her arms across her chest, walking around the grass, waiting for Harry to speak.
"Did you sleep with him?" he said bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"Yes. I mean, NO! No!" Ginny said, biting her lip.
"What?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows in a cross between puzzlement and outraged disgust.
"I mean, I slept with him, but not really," she answered.
"Huh?"
"I slept in his bed, with him, but nothing happend," Ginny said.
"Why would you sleep in his bed? Did- he didn't force you or anything, did he?" asked Harry, his voice rising.
"No- of course not. Anyways, what happend to Charles?" she asked, aruptly changing the subject.
"Mr.Weasley and him went to the Ministry to sort things out. I guess he confessed to your father what happend in the past. And don't change the subject," Harry said sternly.
"Listen Harry- nothing happend. I think you would be at least be grateful that he saved my life!" Ginny snapped.
Harry looked crestfallen. "I am, but you and I know he's only after your body."
"Why you- that's not true!" Ginny shrieked in outrage.
Harry stepped back, widening his eyes, but not speaking.
"Just because you took so damn long to notice me, to love me, to like me, or to even acknowledge to know that I even exist as a girl, doesn't mean nobody else hasn't, Harry Potter! I am really tired of you bitching after me after all these years! For your information, I do love you, but I am not IN love you anymore! Yeah, do you want to know who I am in love with? Fine! Draco Malfoy! I am in love with him, and if I can't even change that, then you can't!" Ginny took a deep breath, and Harry looked flabbergasted, and started to speak but she held up a hand to interuppt.
"No! I am not going to let you speak, dumbass bitch! If you imply that I don't know what love is, I think you should speak for yourself. Famous Harry Potter, who's always getting attacked can't stand a second for love! You don't even know what it is! Do you know how that makes me feel? And now I am in love with Draco, and no matter how hard I try, I can't ever change that! Did I ever change loving you? No..." she breathed in and out, tears pouring down her cheeks at all the things she had been holding in all her life.
"Ginny..." Harry said, sighing, warily pointing a finger behind her.
Ginny turned around, and saw herself looking at Draco Malfoy, who was clutching a wand in one hand, and a sandal in the other.
***