I Lost My Heart To Sin

"Huh?" Ginny asked dumbfoundly, staring back blankly at him. Draco bit his bottom lip in the ignorance of the little girl. Of course, she was just newly fresh packed meat that was the object of innocence, the example of purity, and (Draco sneered with pleasure) the intention of a sexual challenge.

Nothing hateful could escape the little Weasley's lips, nothing naughty could fill her well nourished mind; and she didn't think of anything to do with those small little seemingly well skilled fingers.

If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a prostitute.

Of course, her precious small brown eyes filled with wisdom of innocence gave her away.

"Your a fool, Weasley," he breathed, their lips finally meeting.

Ginny tried to think of a natural way to respond, but her lips were a little too occupied with his.

She had never had a real kiss before; not like this anyway. Sure, a peck from Harry on the cheek on Christmas after they had hit mistletoe last year, and a sloppy kiss on the nose from Neville when he pathetically took her to the Yule Ball in her 3rd year, but not a real kiss.

His lips were warm, but harsh. Ginny didn't expect Draco Malfoy, to be tender and loving anyways.

His hands brushed against her hips, sending her mind spinning. Ginny couldn't even breathe; this was an experiance that was none to forgetful, that left her breathless at all risks.

Their bodies weren't touching yet, but Ginny took a chance and pressed up slightly against him. His tongue sprang from his lips, and pushed against hers, leaving another zang to explore her body.

Draco felt scandilized as the little Weasley pushed up against him, and he actually liked it. All he wanted was a little amusement, and the filthy thing was actually getting him HOT, for merlin's sakes.

Finally taking his lips off hers, he smirked at her; trying to hide the compassion of how much disappointed he felt when he took himself away from her. Ginny Weasley was like a drug, something to be addicted to.

Ginny moaned in frustration, and Draco found himself gaping in shock. Ginny Weasley moaning? Well, if he ever saw the day...

"Lay off, Malfoy!" a voice shouted distractingly.

Draco found himself whipping his head around, not long before a well hunched fist him straight on the chest, and he slammed against the wall in misery of the pain. His chest felt hard and stiff, and the wind was nearly knocked out of him, and his eyes had to blink several times until a blurry vision found itself way into his brain.

Harry Potter was standing above him, his fists clenched up in anger, his face red with fury, and his eyes over to Ginny, into a concerned expression.

"Harry!" Ginny gasped, staring at the unusual state the trio was in.

"Meant to get him in the eye," Harry said, embarrassed.

He helped Ginny up, and let grabbed her arm, as if he wasn't letting her get away.

"You fucking bastard!" Draco shouted through the pain.

Harry smirked at him meekly.

"Don't you ever lay one finger off her, Malfoy, ever again!" Harry shouted back.

"Sorry, that's not going to be possible," Draco muttered. Harry gave him a warning look.

"C'mon Gin," Harry said, and started walking away, expecting her to follow him.

She looked traumatized for a moment, then blinked, leaning over Malfoy, her lips in his ear as she spoke.

"Well, looks like getting Cho from Harry is easier than we thought," she said smiling.

"Don't forget what I want back, Weasley," he spat out. She nodded innocently, but as she turned around to follow Harry, she had another devious plan in mind.

And Draco watched after them, seeing Ginny wrap an arm around Potter's shoulder.

He ignored the ache in his chest and stomach; that had nothing to do with Harry's fist.

Nothing at all."Malfoy! What the hell are you doing?!" Ginny screamed in a most disruptive way. Draco looked up from the book he was looking at and looked slightly startled; but overcame this expression with a smug smirk.

"What's wrong, Weasel? Afraid I might find something 'personal'?" he sneered. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"And anyways, you were the one that told me to meet in this filthy old place; what is it anyway? Nearly got attacked by elves while I was going through it," Draco complained.

Ginny giggled at the thought of small midgets attacking him.

"Never mind that, Malfoy, why are you going through my album?" she said, her hands on her hips; although she felt rather pleased that Malfoy wanted to know anything about her at all.

"Who's this?" he demanded, showing her a picture without any intention of answering her question. Ginny leaned over; her hair touched his face slightly and he backed away as a tingle ran through his skin.

Ginny looked at the picture of a grinning brown haired boy wrapping an arm around her. In the backround was the feirce picture of the burrow, and the boy's sweet blue eyes were looking at her as if she was some kind of princess. They were both on swings, their arms in a tight one armed embrace. A pain stabbed through her stomach; it was as if she was reliving every painful experiance she had ever felt.

The tendrils sweeped across her face with his gentle fingers.

"Why are you doing this?" she said softly.

"Because, if you won't give me what I want, I'll just have to get it myself, won't I?" his harsh voice exclaimed.

She backed away; she had never seen him without that gentle sparkle in his eye and his tender words.

"Bitch," he said the curse sinfully and grinned.

And then he threw his hand around her neck, clutching it hard.

Ginny forced a laugh. A fake laugh. It sounded as if she was choking.

"That's my cousin," she lied quickly.

Draco eyed her suspiciously.

"So, I think we need to change the plan a bit- after all, last night, Harry seemed really jealous so I thought- what?" Ginny stopped in midsentence as Draco ignored her ruefully, staring at the picture in a slight trance.

"He's not really your cousin, is he?" he said, with a tinge of jealousy that sprang into his voice.

Ginny gulped.

"Look, Malfoy, can we get back to the plan here?" Ginny said, trying to regain the tears that tried to leap out of her eyes.

"Look, Weasel, I know what your little plan is alright? Get Potty jealous by using me? Forget it alright; Malfoy's aren't used. And unless you give me what I want, I won't even consider it," Draco said, trying to steady his voice.

"Alright! What the fuck do you want!" Ginny screamed. The words came out pitifully; she couldn't take it anymore. She was laying out her anger for him on Draco. That wasn't fair. She knew it wasn't fair.

But she didn't want to be fair. All she felt like was murdering somebody so she could hurt someone; to make them feel what she felt only one year ago.

"No need for language,Weasley. You know what I want," he hinted.

Ginny blankly stared at him.

"God, Weasley! How innocent are you! SEX!" he screamed.

Ginny gaped at his outrageous statement and she backed away slightly. A huge relish of familiar feeling raged over her. His voice was...so...familiar.

Draco noticed that Ginny's cheeks were marked with tear stains. He felt his knees weaken; he didn't like girls crying around him.

She mumbled something in disbelief.

"What was that?" he asked curiously.

"I said- I said-" Ginny stuttered, as if she never learned how to finish a proper sentence.

"Your...your..Charles!" she shouted the last word aloud, her fists clenched.

"Excuse me, but I think my name is Draco, if you have forgotten." said Draco sarcastically. How stupid could this girl get?

"Fuck you! Fuck you Charles! Fuck you!" she screamed loudly.

"What?" Draco said, fighting the urge not to laugh. Charles? What the hell?

"You want sex, Malfoy? Go fuck yourself!" Ginny screamed loudly. Her mind was full of anger, the anger that was still set from that time at night...

Before Malfoy could answer, he found himself pushed out of the dusty room; and pushed onto the floor.

He couldn't even look back as the loud noise of the door slamming abrupted his thoughts.

And he heard the room explode into faint sobs.

The faint sobs of Ginny Weasley.

***

It had only been three days.

Three days!

And Draco Malfoy was going utterly insane. In three days. Even fucking didn't make him feel better. Ginny had obviously been avoiding him lately.

At the Great Hall, he always tried to meet her eyes, but she looked closely at her food or either talked to her precious Potter.

Bratty Weasel, Draco found himself thinking.

Sometimes even jealousy rised through him. Why would Weasley grow fond of Potter? Sure, he did have good Qudditch skills; but Draco could not find anything really 'magical' around him. He had grown up to know his own name; not Potter's.

Harry had gotten fame without working for it.

But Draco worked hard for his fame. His usual sneer, his speaking charms and his own history.

And yet, Draco Malfoy, School God couldn't even lay a finger on the youngest Weasley.

I loathe myself, he thought bitterly, putting his hands behind his neck. He needed a way to get to sleep.

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It wasn't until later that Ginny found herself a bit lonely. Her progress with Harry had grown at an extreme rate, they found themselves talking more. One day at Hogesmade, he had invited her for a ride on his broomstick.

Blushingly, Ginny reluctantly agreed.

Ginny supposed that Harry's arm wrapped tightly around her waist would make her really happy, but she found herself wandering into the thoughts of how dangerous Draco's kiss had been until they had been discovered in the hallway.

It's really a shame, she thought to herself. If Harry had another personality, he would give Malfoy a run for his money. But of course, Harry Potter was a rather innocent amateur, that had his mind on more things than romance.

The air passed by them as they rode, Harry was going awfully slow, carefully holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall.

She leaned her head back and found her hair stuck to the fabric of his robes and she gave a small sigh under her breath.

Nothing.

There was nothing to feel at all. The only tingles she felt was at the back of her bare knees, where cold wind was caressing her skin.

"Harry? Can't you go a bit faster?" Ginny asked tiredly, her eyelashes about to close.

"Oh, sorry. Thought you'd like it slow," Harry said, pulling his hands foward so that his broomstick steered another direction, much more faster this time.

The wind was getting stronger it seemed, the pictures of the Qudditch feild got flashed, and her vision was getting blurry.

"It's going to rain," Harry announced in a troubled voice.

"Oh," Ginny said. She expected herself to be upset, but she found herself rather content at the moment.

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A late night stroll. Yawning frustratingly, he looked around the Qudditch feild, which was vacant, or so he supposed. Walking about, he caught a glance of something flying beside him, but as soon as his eyes were about to capture it, it vanished into thin air.

Shrugging it off without a thought, he sat onto the grass, his legs crossed. Why couldn't he get to sleep? Was there something wrong with him? Acidly putting aside a silver wisp of his hair, he sighed.

What was it about that girl? The girl that made him take showers in the morning, have dreams in the night, and just think about her in the evening? Everytime he saw a peice of her red flaming hair, he felt his chest heave with pleasure.

Something about her catched his interest. And yet, she was a damned Weasley.

Looking up at the sky, he happend to see two people riding a broomstick in midair. Squinting his eyes to get a better look, he saw that they were about to dive.

The clouds were getting steep and black, he thought to himself shrewdly. Perhaps he should get back. Turning around, he began to walk slowly until there was a lurch behind him. Stopping, he paused for a moment hearing parts of what seemed to be a frantic conversation.

"- You sure we won't get caught -"

"- No, we have to go back-"

"-Alright then, come along, Ginny-"

The last sentence hit him like a brick. He dared himself to turn around swiftly and gulped down his pride.

Ginny was kissing Harry Potter.

It seemed like a short peck on the mouth, but somehow it seemed to last for eternity.

"Goodnight then," Harry's embarrassed whisper came.

"Goodnight," Ginny replied. They started to return to the castle, not knowing that a death glare was pouring into the back of their necks; a death glare only belonging to the one and only, Draco Malfoy.

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Colors flashed through her closed eyelids. Her stomach was hurting into the seer truth of pain. Her legs were frail and numb and her fingers rolled upon her hair absentmindedly.

"Shhh," a voice creeped into her ear.

She jumped up weakly and blinked to get the vision into her pupils.

The figure of a silver haired dragon.

She didn't say anything. She laid back on the bed, trying to get to sleep.

Until she realized Draco Malfoy was beside her, on her bed.

"Don't worry," his whisper came again. She felt an arm swifty pass her breasts and was holding onto her waist.

She shivered; perhaps because of the cold, Draco thought.

"What did he do to you?" his panicked whisper rose once again. She realized that his fingers were now rolling up her shirt.

Lurching up, she stopped him.

"Are those- scars?" he asked meekly.

She blinked again, water running from her eyes at last.

She pulled up her shirt, the cloth sending sparks against her skin, and lifted it up so he could see.

Sideway marks were gleaming across the skin of her stomach. They looked dreadful, crossing her veins in every whichway.

"I can't get rid of them; in the daytime I hide them with makeup," she explained as if she was continuing a story.

"Sometimes at night I can feel some pain, and it always lasts all night, how did you make the pain go away?" Ginny asked. She realized she was blabbering on and on, but she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Malfoy merely shrugged, and pushed her lightly on the bed. Her head fell back in the soft pillows, her eyes nearly closing.

"G'night," he hissed, and started walking toward the exit of the room.

Ginny didn't ask how he had gotten in here.

"He tried to rape me, you know," she found herself muttering. Draco didn't ask her who she was talking about.

She watched as Draco stopped, his foot in midair. Finally putting it down, he turned the knob and creaked the door open.

She heard the door slam swiftly, and closed her eyelids. For some odd reason, the pain had gone away. And now, that Draco had gone, it was slowly returning.

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