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.
Everybody believed we would never be,
look at us above,
we are so in love.
Everyday, in your arms,
baby, can't go wrong,
we are strong, look at us now.
For everyday
that I should have you by my side,
we'll make it baby,
look at us now.
For every night I pray,
I knew that you'd stay.
Look at us baby,
look at us now.
Remembering the times,
our love was meant to find,
we'll make it baby,
Baby look at us, baby look at us, baby look at us.
We'll make it baby,
look at us now.
~Serina Paris
"Oh no," Ginny whispered, her mouth half open, her eyes darting from Harry to Draco back and forth. Draco's expressionless face swifted a sudden pang in her chest, and she nearly melted under his stare.
Harry backed away without saying anything, and sitting on the porch, looking at his knees.
Obviously, Harry's presance meant nothing to Draco, for he pretended Harry wasn't there and handed her the sandal slowly.
She took it, but was so confused and surprised that she dropped it without even flinching.
"Hi," Ginny croaked shyly.
"Hello." Draco answered, his voice as expressionless and hard as his stare.
"How much of that did you exactly, hear, Malfoy?" Harry spoke up from behind them.
Draco ignored Harry and looked into Ginny's eyes and answered, "Can we talk, Ginny? Alone? Without Potty here?" he spat vividly.
Harry glared at him, but obeyed and opened the door and stepped onto the Burrow, leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
"Ginny."
"Uh-huh?"
There was a long pause after their "conversation" and nobody spoke for a moment, and blinked only in movement.
"So I hear you love me," Draco stuttered. He mentally smacked himself. What a dumbass thing to say!
Ginny didn't look amused however. Her eyes were moving nervously around the scenery, and she was biting her lip, looking down at the grass as if it was an amazing discovery.
She couldn't take anymore. Going on complete inscinct and stupidity, she ran over the two feet seperating them and closed the gap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Startled, he made no protest as she brushed her lips against his once more.
This time, it was intense. Their lips collided clumsily, as if they wanted to savor every single moment they had left, as if they hadn't seen each other in over a century, as if nothing would ever feel this good every again. His hands squeezed her hips encouragingly, their foreheads beaming with heat as their flesh connected. She didn't want to let go, for fear of the lack of words. Their lips parted slightly, and she sighed breathlessly, their position still there, their foreheads slammed against each other, waiting for anything, an interuption, something that would make the intense vibe go away, the fears, the pain and the embarrassment to just vanish.
But nothing came. They stood there, feeling as if the world was invisible, as if they were the only two left living. They were wrapped around each other, molded into each other's body, and yet had nothing to say.
Minutes passed by slowly,each one as more painful as the other. They needed something to say, something to do, an action, some words, anything.
"Ginny?" Draco spoke, her name coming out of his lips in a soft drawl that it made Ginny wince.
"Yes?"
"I am sorry," he murmered. Ginny didn't ask any questions. Tears were bunching up onto her eyelids, a sudden sting forming through her eyelashes. It was disbelief, pain, embarassment, all into a small pile. She felt a crack in her chest, and her breath was disolving into nothingness.
She had heard about unrequieted love, but always thought she wouldn't have to suffer through it. Besides Harry, she really didn't have anything to spice in her love life, not that she had ever had much of one. But this thing was much more painful than loving the Boy-Who-Lived. If it had taken nearly five years to get over Harry, how long would -
She didn't finish the thought. Why was this so hard? Just to stop thinking for a moment, to just freeze up eternity right then and there, and leave it the way it was now? Hunched up in Draco Malfoy's arms, never wanting to leave them ever again.
***
"Oh my God," Hermione broke the silence that followed as the Weasley clan and Harry looked out the nearby window, watching a certain couple outside.
"I know," Mrs.Weasley said, her voice croaking.
"Why the hell is there a sandal in the grass?" Ron interupted their sappiness.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded.
Ron shrugged sheepishly, turning away from the scene that followed outside. It was the first time he wasn't ready to kill Draco Malfoy, who was wrapped in the arms of his baby sister, almost silently screaming undying love for each other.
"I can't believe this."
It was Harry who had spoken, and Ron couldn't even find the words to argue or agree. He just looked out the window, his chin placed across the window sill, seeing one of his sister's fingers rush through Draco's hair.
He couldn't see her face, but it made him wince to even see Draco's, who's eyes were closed tightly, and his hands clenched, as if he found the event oddly repulsive and too painful to take.
***
"It's okay, Draco. It's okay," Ginny repeated over and over again, looking up at him. He flinched at the sight, Ginny, his Ginny, was red in the face, with tears stains flooded all over her face. She sniffed, and promptly exploded into sobs.
She was surprised by the sudden intake of his lips brushing timidly against her forehead.
"I can't love you, Ginny."
She didn't question him, or argue, or do anything. Ginny let go of him, backing away, looking as if she might tear every inch of herself any second.
"Apparate!" He merely said, and with a pop, he was gone.
He was gone.
"Ginny?" another voice arupted.
She didn't turn around. She was frozen at the spot, and after a few moments or so, she was wrapped in Harry Potter's arms from behind, placing her cheek against his chest, disgraced in tears.
*** 2:54 P/M
That's it folks. That was the last chapter. I know what you guys are thinking... "WTF!!! How dare you!" Relax...
There's a ....
Sequel. Yup. I'll post a notice on this when I've posted the sequel. I am not going to say anymore though.
Thanks for all your support and reviews, I can't believe it, I've never got so many. Last chapter I got over 33!!
Thanks for reading, I'll let everyone know on the sequel, and if you are a silent reader, please come foward and give me your email for notification!!!
Much, much, much, much, love, ~Court (yeah, im a girl)
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.
Everybody believed we would never be,
look at us above,
we are so in love.
Everyday, in your arms,
baby, can't go wrong,
we are strong, look at us now.
For everyday
that I should have you by my side,
we'll make it baby,
look at us now.
For every night I pray,
I knew that you'd stay.
Look at us baby,
look at us now.
Remembering the times,
our love was meant to find,
we'll make it baby,
Baby look at us, baby look at us, baby look at us.
We'll make it baby,
look at us now.
~Serina Paris
"Oh no," Ginny whispered, her mouth half open, her eyes darting from Harry to Draco back and forth. Draco's expressionless face swifted a sudden pang in her chest, and she nearly melted under his stare.
Harry backed away without saying anything, and sitting on the porch, looking at his knees.
Obviously, Harry's presance meant nothing to Draco, for he pretended Harry wasn't there and handed her the sandal slowly.
She took it, but was so confused and surprised that she dropped it without even flinching.
"Hi," Ginny croaked shyly.
"Hello." Draco answered, his voice as expressionless and hard as his stare.
"How much of that did you exactly, hear, Malfoy?" Harry spoke up from behind them.
Draco ignored Harry and looked into Ginny's eyes and answered, "Can we talk, Ginny? Alone? Without Potty here?" he spat vividly.
Harry glared at him, but obeyed and opened the door and stepped onto the Burrow, leaving Ginny and Draco alone.
"Ginny."
"Uh-huh?"
There was a long pause after their "conversation" and nobody spoke for a moment, and blinked only in movement.
"So I hear you love me," Draco stuttered. He mentally smacked himself. What a dumbass thing to say!
Ginny didn't look amused however. Her eyes were moving nervously around the scenery, and she was biting her lip, looking down at the grass as if it was an amazing discovery.
She couldn't take anymore. Going on complete inscinct and stupidity, she ran over the two feet seperating them and closed the gap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Startled, he made no protest as she brushed her lips against his once more.
This time, it was intense. Their lips collided clumsily, as if they wanted to savor every single moment they had left, as if they hadn't seen each other in over a century, as if nothing would ever feel this good every again. His hands squeezed her hips encouragingly, their foreheads beaming with heat as their flesh connected. She didn't want to let go, for fear of the lack of words. Their lips parted slightly, and she sighed breathlessly, their position still there, their foreheads slammed against each other, waiting for anything, an interuption, something that would make the intense vibe go away, the fears, the pain and the embarrassment to just vanish.
But nothing came. They stood there, feeling as if the world was invisible, as if they were the only two left living. They were wrapped around each other, molded into each other's body, and yet had nothing to say.
Minutes passed by slowly,each one as more painful as the other. They needed something to say, something to do, an action, some words, anything.
"Ginny?" Draco spoke, her name coming out of his lips in a soft drawl that it made Ginny wince.
"Yes?"
"I am sorry," he murmered. Ginny didn't ask any questions. Tears were bunching up onto her eyelids, a sudden sting forming through her eyelashes. It was disbelief, pain, embarassment, all into a small pile. She felt a crack in her chest, and her breath was disolving into nothingness.
She had heard about unrequieted love, but always thought she wouldn't have to suffer through it. Besides Harry, she really didn't have anything to spice in her love life, not that she had ever had much of one. But this thing was much more painful than loving the Boy-Who-Lived. If it had taken nearly five years to get over Harry, how long would -
She didn't finish the thought. Why was this so hard? Just to stop thinking for a moment, to just freeze up eternity right then and there, and leave it the way it was now? Hunched up in Draco Malfoy's arms, never wanting to leave them ever again.
***
"Oh my God," Hermione broke the silence that followed as the Weasley clan and Harry looked out the nearby window, watching a certain couple outside.
"I know," Mrs.Weasley said, her voice croaking.
"Why the hell is there a sandal in the grass?" Ron interupted their sappiness.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded.
Ron shrugged sheepishly, turning away from the scene that followed outside. It was the first time he wasn't ready to kill Draco Malfoy, who was wrapped in the arms of his baby sister, almost silently screaming undying love for each other.
"I can't believe this."
It was Harry who had spoken, and Ron couldn't even find the words to argue or agree. He just looked out the window, his chin placed across the window sill, seeing one of his sister's fingers rush through Draco's hair.
He couldn't see her face, but it made him wince to even see Draco's, who's eyes were closed tightly, and his hands clenched, as if he found the event oddly repulsive and too painful to take.
***
"It's okay, Draco. It's okay," Ginny repeated over and over again, looking up at him. He flinched at the sight, Ginny, his Ginny, was red in the face, with tears stains flooded all over her face. She sniffed, and promptly exploded into sobs.
She was surprised by the sudden intake of his lips brushing timidly against her forehead.
"I can't love you, Ginny."
She didn't question him, or argue, or do anything. Ginny let go of him, backing away, looking as if she might tear every inch of herself any second.
"Apparate!" He merely said, and with a pop, he was gone.
He was gone.
"Ginny?" another voice arupted.
She didn't turn around. She was frozen at the spot, and after a few moments or so, she was wrapped in Harry Potter's arms from behind, placing her cheek against his chest, disgraced in tears.
*** 2:54 P/M
That's it folks. That was the last chapter. I know what you guys are thinking... "WTF!!! How dare you!" Relax...
There's a ....
Sequel. Yup. I'll post a notice on this when I've posted the sequel. I am not going to say anymore though.
Thanks for all your support and reviews, I can't believe it, I've never got so many. Last chapter I got over 33!!
Thanks for reading, I'll let everyone know on the sequel, and if you are a silent reader, please come foward and give me your email for notification!!!
Much, much, much, much, love, ~Court (yeah, im a girl)