Chapter Two: She Thinks, Therefore She Does.
What could she do that would be bad enough? Let's see... Dismemberment? No... Not creative enough. Gunshot? Nah. Too quick, not enough pain. What about Avada Kedavra? NO...he didn't deserve to have the same death as Draco, plus it was a very smooth, easy death, and his had to be bloody. No...she had a plan, now. She had to make him eat his own heart... And how would she do it? Easy. She would first claim it, make him think she loved him, that she was turning to him for comfort. Then she would break it so hard and into so many pieces, that he would struggle...and maybe even commit suicide. Yes. That would be PERFECT...
STEP ONE: The Hunt for Harry's Heart!
IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM: "Oh, Harry..." Ginny called, twirling a piece of her long red hair around her finger. He turned sharply and fell on the ground, then struggled to his feet and looked at her in awe. "Harry, do you wonder why you're still here and not in Azkaban?"
Harry gaped at her. How could she mention it so carelessly, so casually?! He replied, "Yes, I do wonder that, Ginny. Do you have an answer for me? Is that why you're talking to me?"
Ginny laughed. "No, the reason I am talking to you is that I don't blame you. Not at all!" She had to swallow the lump in her throat. Of COURSE she blamed him... "And yes, I do have an answer. I told them that it was suicide, of course. That he used your wand to commit suicide."
"Why did you do that?! It wasn't suicide. I did it! I take the blame wholly! It was all my fault," He ended this sentence with a harsh whisper.
"No, it wasn't. It was all mine for toying with you. But, you know," She spoke huskily, like some kind of seductress. "I always did have feelings for you... I was just...threatened by Draco. He...beat me. Really, you did me a favor by killing him." She was now so close to him that her nose almost touched his. How could she say those things, though, when she didn't mean them?! Ah, well. Mum always said she was a great actress.
Harry swallowed, and resisted the tightening of his jeans. Ummm...what was she doing, exactly? "G-G-Ginny... I...errr... What are you...umm...talking...oh...about?"
"Oh, Harry. I see you're getting a little turned on by all of this stimuli. You like that?" Ginny laughed softly, her sweet breath hitting Harry's cheeks. "Maybe you'll like this a bit more." She leaned in and gave him a long, hungry kiss. Her lips couldn't really work that well, though; she didn't want to do this. She was forced by her love for Draco, though, and she HAD to get revenge. He KILLED DRACO. She released this bit of anger by biting Harry's bottom lip HARD.
Harry cried out. "Owww....GINNY! What are you DOING?!"
"Mmmm? Oh...kissing you, of course." She leaned in to continue, but he pushed her back.
"You BIT me!!" He whined.
"Shhhh, Harry. Ron might hear, and come in to torment us. Now be a good little boy, and LET ME CONTINUE." She glared at him menacingly. He succumbed.
Harry felt something stir inside of him. It was a little twang of lust, mixed in with love, but also mixed in with a feeling that this was all wrong. He kept kissing her, though. He didn't want it to stop. To EVER stop... This was his heaven, and he didn't want to ever come down...
Ginny laughed in her head. He was falling for her. He was going to go down so HARD, and she would make sure of it. Oh, the pleasure it would give her to see him suffer in this cage of sickening lust. Men.
What could she do that would be bad enough? Let's see... Dismemberment? No... Not creative enough. Gunshot? Nah. Too quick, not enough pain. What about Avada Kedavra? NO...he didn't deserve to have the same death as Draco, plus it was a very smooth, easy death, and his had to be bloody. No...she had a plan, now. She had to make him eat his own heart... And how would she do it? Easy. She would first claim it, make him think she loved him, that she was turning to him for comfort. Then she would break it so hard and into so many pieces, that he would struggle...and maybe even commit suicide. Yes. That would be PERFECT...
STEP ONE: The Hunt for Harry's Heart!
IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM: "Oh, Harry..." Ginny called, twirling a piece of her long red hair around her finger. He turned sharply and fell on the ground, then struggled to his feet and looked at her in awe. "Harry, do you wonder why you're still here and not in Azkaban?"
Harry gaped at her. How could she mention it so carelessly, so casually?! He replied, "Yes, I do wonder that, Ginny. Do you have an answer for me? Is that why you're talking to me?"
Ginny laughed. "No, the reason I am talking to you is that I don't blame you. Not at all!" She had to swallow the lump in her throat. Of COURSE she blamed him... "And yes, I do have an answer. I told them that it was suicide, of course. That he used your wand to commit suicide."
"Why did you do that?! It wasn't suicide. I did it! I take the blame wholly! It was all my fault," He ended this sentence with a harsh whisper.
"No, it wasn't. It was all mine for toying with you. But, you know," She spoke huskily, like some kind of seductress. "I always did have feelings for you... I was just...threatened by Draco. He...beat me. Really, you did me a favor by killing him." She was now so close to him that her nose almost touched his. How could she say those things, though, when she didn't mean them?! Ah, well. Mum always said she was a great actress.
Harry swallowed, and resisted the tightening of his jeans. Ummm...what was she doing, exactly? "G-G-Ginny... I...errr... What are you...umm...talking...oh...about?"
"Oh, Harry. I see you're getting a little turned on by all of this stimuli. You like that?" Ginny laughed softly, her sweet breath hitting Harry's cheeks. "Maybe you'll like this a bit more." She leaned in and gave him a long, hungry kiss. Her lips couldn't really work that well, though; she didn't want to do this. She was forced by her love for Draco, though, and she HAD to get revenge. He KILLED DRACO. She released this bit of anger by biting Harry's bottom lip HARD.
Harry cried out. "Owww....GINNY! What are you DOING?!"
"Mmmm? Oh...kissing you, of course." She leaned in to continue, but he pushed her back.
"You BIT me!!" He whined.
"Shhhh, Harry. Ron might hear, and come in to torment us. Now be a good little boy, and LET ME CONTINUE." She glared at him menacingly. He succumbed.
Harry felt something stir inside of him. It was a little twang of lust, mixed in with love, but also mixed in with a feeling that this was all wrong. He kept kissing her, though. He didn't want it to stop. To EVER stop... This was his heaven, and he didn't want to ever come down...
Ginny laughed in her head. He was falling for her. He was going to go down so HARD, and she would make sure of it. Oh, the pleasure it would give her to see him suffer in this cage of sickening lust. Men.