I Lost My Heart To Sin

"Pathetic, it is," Hermione Granger's snarling voice snapped. Ginny merely shrugged, she was used to her best friend's accusing ways. Hermione ran her hand through Ginny's hair, and did the last braid. Sighing, Hermione plopped down on the floor next to Ginny, eyeing her.

"You know I am only joking Gin," Hermione defended herself in a steadying way. "But you have to admit, Harry is really going over heels over Cho," said Hermione.

Ginny snapped that time. "Look Herm, this is not making me feel better at all. All I wanted you do is fix up my hair so I could be a little different for my 5th year alright? Don't make it into something big."

Hermione backed off, silent for a second.

"You know this is all for Harry," she finally pleaded.

Ginny looked down at her knees. "So what if it is?" she challenged her.

Hermione didn't say anything for a second.

"Your hair won't change anything, you know that. It's flaming red, did you notice? If Harry can't even notice that, I doubt he'll notice some hairstyle we picked off of a magazine," she stated.

Ginny sighed and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She looked quite ridiculous actually; it would be humiliating if she even thought of going to classes tomorrow like that. Two huge humble braids seperated her fluffy red hair, and some hair was left wisping on her eyes, sort of like faraway bangs.

The hairstyle didn't match her precious brown eyes either; nor did it make her little freckles that spread out across her nose seem at all flattering.

"Fine!" Ginny yelled.

"I give up! If that fucking little twit can't notice me, what's the freaking point?" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in mere frustration.

"Ginny!" Hermione scowled at Ginny's obvious use of language.

"I am sorry okay? I am sorry for even bothering," Ginny said, and clamped her braids out regretfully and very quickly.

"I going to take a bath. If I am not back in at least two hours; you'll know that I have drowned myself," Ginny said, each word coming out spitefully.

She slammed the door behind her.

Hermione flinched thoughtfully.

Poor girl; she doesn't even know what love means. Hermione sighed again, shrugging in invisible sympathy.

***

Ginny looked at the steamed mirror as she walked out of the bathtub; naked.

Examining herself in the glass, she groaned.

How could God mold her into something so hideous?

Her stomach wasn't even flat; it was chubby, and her belly button didn't add any treasures either. Her chest was also flat, and her backside too. The only thing she was proud of was her skinny ankles. That's all. Everything else, especially her face was a complete disgrace.

Pulling on her pink colored robe quickly, she started to leave the bathroom and stopped. She realized she had been crying.

Oh God, she thought to herself as she looked into the mirror again. How dreadful she felt right now. Why didn't Harry even notice how much she loved him? His emerald shining eyes, his messy load of hair, and his round glasses and sweet personality. The kind of person who has so much innocence that you want to scream?

It had been only weeks since they had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione, Ron and Harry were very keen to start their 6th year, yet tried to ignore the fact that at the end of 7th year, they would be leaving. Ginny felt a small ache in her heart again. What if she didn't get Harry to love her and he left, and they never saw each other again? It would be so depressing.

Her throat tightened. She had decided something. She was not going to give up. Nothing was going to stop her; she was going to get Harry to fall head over heels in her; and forget about that slut Cho Chang once and for all.

No matter what it took. Opening a bag of cosmetics and various products that Ginny kept in the back of the bathroom, she searched through them until she found a purple brush and a pair of silver muggle scissors that were used to cut things.

Long things, like hair, Ginny thought grimly.

Taking the silver pointy things up to loose fluffy red hair, she let wisps of the firey red drop to the floor.

***

"How come I never get my way?" Ginny Weasley muttered as she spread perfume across her robes. She had told Hermione she wanted something that smelled girlish and Hermione had given her something that smelled in the cross of soap and cherries. It didn't smell that bad, but it wasn't what she wanted.

She opened her robes again, and examined herself. Underneath her robes was not her usual Hogwarts Uniform. Her body consisted of a thin fabriced pink shirt that hung loosely around her shoulders, leaving her bra strap to show faintly against her skin, (Lavander had taught her this), and was wearing a skirt that was only slightly below her waist so that her stomach could show, but not too much. Ginny scowled at her reflection; she looked alright, but not perfect.

Sighing, she closed up her robes again and widened her eyes in terror. She knew Ron and her other brothers would kill her if she went downstairs like this. Buttoning her robes up again, she tried to think of what to do. She bit her lip; she was going to leave her robes unbuttoned. So what if Ron her gayass overprotective brother saw? She was fifteen for God's sakes, and deserved to be treated like an adult.

Right? Ginny sighed again; Ron wasn't the most of her troubles. She wondered if Harry would even glance her way.

***

Emerging from her dorm, she entered the common room which consisted of Fred and George chatting about Qudditch; Ginny didn't find this unusual at all, they were always late for classes and hardly bothered with breakfast. She took a deep breath; she needed to test them. Opening her robes so they were seperated enough so anyone could see her attire, she tapped Fred on the shoulder and said a meek hello.

Fred and George turned around and nodded at her, and turned around again for a second take.

"Ginny?!" they both exclaimed.

She smiled at them. "Good. So you finally learned my name," she said stammering. And then, swinging her robes quickly, she turned in the other direction before either of them could say another word.

***

Entering the Great Hall made Ginny nervous than she could ever be in her life; she was utterly terrified of the wrong things that could happen. Reaching up a hand to feel her short but smooth sleek red hair, she sighed. She did have to admit that her hair looked much better, but maybe others may not think so.

And what if she tripped? She always seemed to be doing the most immature things when she was around Harry, or any boy for that matter. She took a deep breath; Ginny you fool, get your ass in there. You did this all to get noticed, and you are going to go in there!

Grinding her teeth in misery, she stepped onto the Great Hall. The reaction quite surprised her. Everyone was eating and chattering and hardly gave her a notice but as she started walking around; she saw shocked and impressed stares of her fellow Gryffindors.

"Ginny!" most of them exclaimed; and they were so loud everyone turned to look at her.

She knew she was blushing; she often blushed when a human even glanced her way. Her eyes wandered around and she saw that Harry wasn't even looking at her.

He was looking dreamily at Cho Chang, who was eating a pancake.

Flooding in fury, Ginny trudged up her robes and proceeded to run out of the Great Hall. That is, of course, until she ran into Draco Malfoy.

***

Draco Malfoy was a handsome sixteen year old boy; also known as Hogwart's fine Sex God. He was known to make girls faint and to make boys envy with his pale expressionless face, his sexy smirk that made his lips mold up to his cheeks, and his artistic figure that consisted of his toned chest, his experianced thighs, and his fingers that traveled well around.

He was going down the hall, as he always did. Whenever he was late to breakfast; he would always make some kind of an appearance.

He searched his mind for what girls he should date tonight. His eyebrow furrowed. Maybe Cassandra Danes in Hufflepuff? Nah, he thought. It be too easy to get her. Lord knows how bad she kisses anyway.

While he was thinking, he was unaware that a small figure was coming his way. They crossed paths and the small squeak of a girl sounded as something soft and warm fell against him.

He blinked once or twice to make his vision clear. He had caught the little thing in his arms, and it felt so soft against his body.

"Hmmm..." he muttered, trying to see who had fallen down on him.

"Malfoy, let me go!" a voice called from above him.

He looked up and found himself in a trance in the precious brown eyes of the little Weasley girl that was well known to be infatuated with Potter. He sneered at her, cursing her for being so warm and little. It made his body react too much.

And he realized that his arms were around her waist, which made him catch her, and she was on top of him; squirming. Naughty thoughts crossed his demented mind as he thought of the uses for her little pink shining lips.

"Weasley," he grunted, and let her go. She fell backwards, and her lip was trembiling.

"I know I am beautiful, but you don't have to cry about my heavenly charms," Draco smirked as he saw her eyes shine with tears.

"Shut up." she muttered under her breath, getting up with the help of his hand.

As soon as her flesh touched his,she felt tingles surround her body; but only ignored them as a sign of depression.

She let go quickly and looked down at her worn out shoes.

"So..." Draco drawled in a sexy whisper and let his finger trail the skin of her trembiling chin.

Her face was lifted up and she looked at him with terror in her eyes.

"What would our little Weasley be wearing these clothes? Tsk, tsk," he sneered, eyeing her rather tiny attire.

She looked away, blushing furiously.

"Not that I am complaining," he said.

A heat flash went through her body as the words hit her.

"Trying to get Potter's attention, eh?"

Ginny bolted out of her foolish trance and looked up at him.

"What are you, a mind reader?" she said sulkingly, sitting down on the floor clutching her knees.

He plopped down next to her.

"Ah, Weasley...he's so sucked into that Chang's charms that he won't notice that anybody else ever exisisted," Draco's voice trailed off.

Ginny tried to ignore the heat that she felt when he moved foward so that his hip brushed against her leg.

"I could help you on that," Draco said.

Ginny looked up, biting her lip.

"How?"

Draco looked at her blankly and finally answered,

"Is that a yes?"

Ginny couldn't think anymore; Draco leaned foward into her face, and she gulped loudly.

"What do you have in mind?"

***

"Are you sure you'll be able to seduce Cho?" Ginny asked stupidly. Draco's smirk deafened as she said this uncanny question. His once smirk had turned his lips into a slightly overused scowl.

"Of course," he said, raising his eyebrows as if he'd seen Ginny for the first time in his life. "I'll make her into the Hogwarts Whore. She'll get the title before Pansy Parkinson can say 'I had sex with everything that moves today'" he sneered.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What I mean is; how is it going to help me you know, get Harry?" stuttered Ginny, blushing slightly.

It was Draco's turn for the roll of the eyes.

"Oh please; your prince charming will fall into your arms in no time when he finds out his little infatuation is a fucking slut," Draco spat in mere misery of the memory of Potter.

Ginny winced at the hearing of his harsh words and she looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Draco?" she finally said. He looked up, his blue eyes connecting with her brown ones. She frowned, her freckles bouncing off in the light. He examined her lazily with his pale eyes.

Her red flaming hair had shades of orange and red in them; Draco noticed with amusement that she had attempted to cut it, and he had to admit that it looked pretty good. Rather than being it's usual fluffy mess, her hair was now a sleek and shiny bundle of red that shined against her shoulders.

Curls were revealed in the back, and straight wisps of hair in the front gave her a fresh looking style. Her face was cute with the little freckles that spread across her nose and made her cheeks blush so easily.

His eyes lowered and feasted on the sight of her chest. It was small and humble, which matched with her small figure. Her stomach was chubby, but it only gave the impression that she was a person that would feel good to cuddle.

The fresh flesh of her freckled thighs peeked out of her bottom attire, revealing her sweet peach colored skin.

She had small feet, but nicely shaped hips that swayed when she walked.

To Draco Malfoy; she was utterly perfect.

To Ginny Weasley; she was a complete waste of the world.

"Why are you doing this for me?" she asked softly, avoiding his eyes and trying to ignore the fact that they seemed to be undressing her.

"Doing what?" asked Draco, leaning over. She had nice thin lips too, the right amount of saliva on her little tongue (which Draco found very entertaining to find the uses of) and a small little smile. He absentmindedly ran a finger through her silk feeling hair.

"This; a favor to get me and Harry together," Ginny answered with all her might, trying to keep her breathing still as their knees touched.

"I know you want something in return. Now tell me, what is it?" she finally said, gaining some control of herself as Draco backed his knees away.

He laughed coldly, and with a sneering smile he took his finger and ran it through the warm skin of her right leg.

She shivered; unaware of the fact of what he was suggesting, she was too busy noticing that he had leaned over, and their lips were inches apart.

Finally he whispered in her ear, his lips catching on the flesh of her ear, and said,

"I think you know what I want."

***