I Lost My Heart To Sin

She wasn't expecting this.

Little droplets of water thrown onto the nape of her neck; relishing every piece of flesh she had. It felt soft on her skin, and the owner was rather gentle.

"Hush, Gin," the familiar voice sounded. She lurched up a little and smiled at the person next to her.

"Draco? ...Draco..." she sighed sleepily, her vision blurred.

The figure spoke again, this time finality in the tone went with the spoken words.

"You don't know what you're saying, Ginny. I am Harry," the voice corrected. Ginny bolted up, knocking over a bucket of water that spread liquid through the floor.

"Harry!" she gasped, blushing at the sight of the concerned emerald gems of his eyes.

"Why did you call me Draco?" he demanded suspiciously. She breathed in and out, covering her wet neck with the drapes of her nightgown.

She didn't answer.

"You're sick, Ginny. A Muggle fever, Madame Pomfrey said. It'll take a while since we don't have any muggle products to cure you yet," Harry spoke quickly, his words rushed into each other.

"What were you doing with that?" Ginny said, holding back a laugh as she saw Harry clutching a peice of towel cloth in his fingers.

He scowled teasingly.

"I was trying to cover up the rash in your neck with some Wizard medicine," he explained professionally. She smiled at him, feeling her neck. Two little bumps were the only things she felt.

"It's been cleared; Madame Pomfrey made you levitate over to the hospital wing to do the procedures."

Ginny looked around at the vacant bed next to her, and around the odd smelling room, and yawned slowly.

"How did she know about the fever?" she asked finally.

Harry shrugged. "Some guy came and told her."

"Who?"

Harry looked uneasily around the room and finally said, "You should get some sleep."

And there, avoiding her question, he slammed the door behind him.

*** *** ***

Snowflakes covered Hogwarts, creating a large canvas of white. Kids went outside in the chilling cold, mittens placed on their hands and big coats that comforted their bodies.

Ginny was one of the kids, trying to ignore Harry, who was giving her a lecture about freezing to death when you overcame a fever.

As he was occupied by an interesting conversation with Hermione, she slowly moved out of the way, wandering around, her feet crunching against the snow. Christmas would be here soon, and she rubbed her hands in anticipation.

She knew her parents wouldn't be able to afford the large Christmas dinner they had last time, but Bill and Charlie would be there; it would be fun.

Pondering the thoughts of what gift Charlie might give her this year, she was suddenly aware that a chilling freeze was going down her back.

Shrieking in cold, she turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, grinning from ear to ear, a chunk of snow in his hands.

"Malfoy!" she scolded. He merely smiled back.

"Kind of a thin coat, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the thin pullover she was wearing. It was pink with little holes in it, permitting him to see the flesh of her small cleavage.

"Not that I am complaining," he whispered, a finger trailing the front of her neck, stopping in the action just above her breasts.

She took an intact of her breath.

"You are too cruel," she hissed, biting her lip as she waited.

Finally something happened. His hands went over to clutch her sides, and brought her close, their upper bodies brushing against each other teasingly.

"You know, Ginny Malfoy...," he said playfully, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this...Ginny Malfoy." he repeated the name, smirking.

"Stop calling me that," she complained whiningly, although the name sent chills to her spine, she was enjoying this careless flirting immensely.

"Ginny Malfoy," he repeated.

"Bastard," she replied as his hands wandered over to her bottom, squeezing it tightly.

"If there weren't so many people here, I would take you down right here," he whispered, his lips catching the nip of her ear.

Ginny shivered slightly; she didn't want to take this torture anymore. But she didn't want Malfoy to think that she had no self control whatsoever.

Walking around him, she went behind him and placed a hand over his-

"Whoa, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves here?" he breathed, trying to make his voice sound steady. She smiled evilly, knowing this was killing him.

"Oh I am sorry," she said sweetly, and reluctantly took the hand away. He groaned.

"You bitch!" he scowled menacingly.

"Don't talk about your mother like that," she retorted innocently. Her breathing went thicker, anger ran through her veins, and she found herself wanting everything about that little evil bastard.

He didn't come up with a smart ass remark. Instead, he placed a hand on her right breast, and left it there.

She gasped, choking on her air.

"Something wrong, Ginny Malfoy?" his voice drawled.

She grinded her teeth together. This was war.

"No nothing, Draco Longbottom," she said, grinning.

Draco scrunched his nose up in disgust.

She placed her hand on his territory once again, feeling that it was stiffer than before, she noted with amusement.

Tracing in each other's eyes, a bell rang.

"Oh shit, I am going be late for class!" Ginny said, picking up her bag that had been waiting patiently against a tree.

"This isn't over, Weasley!" Draco called behind her.

Ginny's red hair went flapping away into a distance.

*** *** ***

"Ginny, are you sure you don't want me to contact the nurse? You're coughing a lot. And your lip has a cold sore," Hermione tried to reason with her stubborn friend.

Ginny shook her head, trying to restrain herself from sneezing.

"Gods, Gin, you really need to see a doctor when you get home."

The soft voice belonged to Harry, and Ginny forced a weak smile, avoiding his searching green eyes.

"Why'd you go out in the snow? You knew the fever was still there..."

She shrugged in reply, not wanting to have any questions right now. Her headache was increasing highly.

Snow dumped against the window of her seat, and she was pulled backwards by the train lurching.

They had decided to go home for Christmas, and invited Harry to go along. If this were any other time, Ginny would be jumping in excitement at the thought of Harry spending Christmas at their house, but now she found him very annoying and too curious about her personal life. Not that she had much of one.

The compartment door swung open, and a figure swaggered in. Ginny yawned boredly, expecting to see Neville or Fred and George coming in to say hello.

Instead, the person had silver hair that was placed on top of his forehead, and matching eyes that darted foward every so often.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ron said, getting up, and Ginny noticed with a small smile that his fingers were clenched into fists.

"Ah, everywhere is full. You don't mind if I join in the fun, do you, Ginny love?" he said smirking, directing his question to the shivering redhead.

Two red spots displayed against the skin of Ginny's cheeks and before she could answer, her brother was ready to lunge at Draco.

"Ron, no!" Hermione had gotten up from the seat, and pulled back a tempered-stricken Ron.

"How dare you! First you try to rape her in the hallway, and you came back for more?" Harry had joined in on the commotion.

Luckily, Ron hadn't heard what Harry had said, and was led to his seat by Hermione.

Draco chuckled, and plopped down next to Ginny.

Hermione had to restrain Ron from attacking again by sitting on him.

"'Mione, GET OFF- I am fine," he said, blushing.

Draco snorted.

Ginny turned to him, grinning.

"So, came crawling back, did you?"

"Oh shut up, Weasel."

Ginny bit her lip from laughing as she saw Hermione finally getting of off Ron and proceeding to take another seat.

"No, it's okay 'Mione, sit here," Ginny offered, getting of off her seat.

Draco scowled.

"But, then where will you sit?" Hermione asked.

Ginny shrugged, and promptly positioned herself on Draco's lap.

His scowl had vanished.

Ron was yet again, restrained by Hermione before they all took their seats again, a silence among the air.

Finally, Ron turned to Harry and spoke.

"Reckon Mum will crush you when she sees you, she always loves guests in our house, you're the favorite."

"You're going to go to the Weasley house, are you?" Draco sneered softly.

Harry glared at him.

"Yeah, I am."

Ginny noticed that Draco's Adams apple grew bigger as he took a gulp of fury.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Afraid I am going to take Ginny away from you?" Harry said in a undertone so Ron could not hear.

"Harry," Ginny said his name in a warning tone.

Draco grinded his teeth in anger.

But Harry didn't stop.

"Afraid I am going to, oh I don't know, maybe sneak into her bedroom late at night-"

The sentence was not finished. Draco Malfoy had gotten up, which left Ginny to fall on her rear end as she hit the floor with a thump. He took his wand out from his pocket and pointed inches away from Harry's nose. Before Harry could react, Malfoy had already spoke the word.

"Semipro!"

A beam of silver lightning stroke through the air, and there was a blast of gray smoke as the transition was finished.

Ginny blinked, and saw that Ron, Harry and Hermione were asleep amongst themselves, snoring.

Without thinking, she burst into laughter.

"I meant to curse them," Draco said sulkily.

Her laughter broke down, and she grinned at him.

"So, now that we're alone-"

Ginny stopped grinning, her arms folded across her chest.

"Don't even think about it, Malfoy," her voice coming out crisp and clear.

"Aw, but why?" he whined.

Ginny smiled at his pouting face, but the upturn of the corners of her mouth had vanished when Draco came closer. She stood up in her seat, backing away into the wall.

"Scared, little Weasel?" he said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, and his hands placed on her thighs.

Her head lowered, and her lips brushed against his forehead, and onto his nose, and now touched his lips.

The kiss was harsh, the crisps of her lips was hurriedly running through his, and his arms now placed on her backside.

"Mmm, like it rough, do you?" Draco managed to murmur through his occupied lips, brushing against the flesh of her neck.

"Malfoy," Ginny said scolding, but her fingertips unwillingly massaged the nape of his neck.

His chest rose up, heaving across the top of her thighs, and he stood up, and placed himself on the half of her lower body.

He sighed softly, the heat of his breath grazing her chest; which was now repeatedly rythmning against the beat of her heart. Draco parted his lips slightly, his chapped areas exploring her skin.

Ginny felt heat rush through her; she didn't want him to stop, but another part of her mind sent her a warning and she furiously resisted her urges.

She pushed him away lightly, and he scowled angrily at her.

"What'd you do that for?" asked Draco, his frown glaring.

Ginny shrugged, knowing it was better to not reply. Gathering up the buttons of her shirt again, she looked down at her feet and muttered, "Put the counter curse," before she sat herself on his lap again; this time a little uneasily.

Draco bit his lip in stubbornness, but finally obeyed. "Trescurié."

In the next few moments, Hermione had awakened, yawning tiredly.

"What's going on? Did I doze off already?" she asked suspiciously. Before Draco or Ginny could answer, Ron and Harry opened their eyes, imitating the same huge yawn Hermione had given off.

Shrugging off the fact that they had been sleeping, Ron and Harry went into a rather boring conversation about last year's Qudditch defeats in Hogwarts and Chudley Cannons.

Ginny sat back reluctantly against the soft felt of Draco's shirt, and closed her eyes. She didn't want him to speak to her again, lure her into his seductive ways.

Then he heard a faint chuckle in her eardrums. Opening her eyes, she saw Draco smirking at her from behind.

"I won this round, Weasel," he said.

Ginny's heart sank a little, and anger flushed up her cheeks. It was just a game to him, wasn't it?

"You-little-bitch," she spat loathingly.

Draco's smirk grew even wider.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

Ginny decided right then, that Draco Malfoy was absolutely infuriating.

***

"Well, bye then, Malfoy," Ginny said bitterly as the train lurched to a stop near Lovely Wizarding Uses, where many small towns were located, and it was near the Burrow too.

"Goodbye Weasley," he merely replied. Ginny got off of his lap, and said a cheerful goodbye to Hermione before following Harry and Ron outside with large suitcases containing clothes, makeup products, books, and homework.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione called. Ginny grinned and waved once more, and the compartment door closed. Sighing, Ginny looked longingly at the train as a few people got off and went happily toward their houses. The train lurched once more, and started to move. Somehow, there was something missing.

And that something missing as much as Ginny hated to admit it, was Draco Malfoy.

***

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Granger," Draco said smirking.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You and I," she corrected in a murmur. Draco fought the urge to laugh.

There was an awkward pause as the train moved, hitting some small bumps in the middle.

"So," said Hermione, trying to start a civil conversation, "what's with you and Ginny?"

Draco snorted. "That's none of your business, Mudblood," he replied with rather foolish dislike.

Hermione bit her lip from cursing back. "It is my business. Ginny is my friend. First thing I know, she comes crying to me, trying to get Harry's attention. And the next thing I know, Ron comes crying to me, telling me you were groping her in the hallway."

A huge breath she had been holding escaped her lips at last.

Draco smirked. Oh, how Hermione hated his smirk. He was such a raving bastard.

"I did nothing she didn't want..." he merely said.

Hermione grinded her teeth. "You-you-little evil snake. I know Ginny wouldn't ask for things like that."

Draco's head snapped up. "Sounds like you don't know your little 'innocent' friend at all, huh?" he lied.

"I've known her for half of my life, thank you very much. And she is innocent, you better not ruin her Malfoy. I know it's hard to admit, but she has a lot of brothers that could kick your butt in one second. Don't try to deny it," Hermione retorted with anger.

Draco shrugged, and Hermione could see faint color rising up to his cheeks. She smiled in satisfaction.

"Well, well, where were her brothers when others tried to hurt her?" he said, his fists clenched. He of course, was talking about Charles.

Hermione however, looked puzzled. "What are you talking about Malfoy? Is this one of your pranks that I don't get or something?"

Draco took a moment to pause and look at the situation. "You don't know what happened to Ginny," he muttered in disbelief.

"What happened to her?" Hermione demanded curiously.

"If she didn't tell you, obviously she doesn't want you to know."

"Know what? What the hell are you going about?" she pleaded.

"Nothing. Never mind. Listen, I have to go," Draco said, getting up.

"Wait! Malfoy! This isn't your stop!" Hermione cried after him, but he didn't listen. Picking up his things, he walked out the door. It shut automatically, with Granger pounding her fist against the window.

He watched with amusement as the train started again, leaving Hermione's yells forgotten.

When he turned around however, his smile failed. Hundreds of people were walking around; they didn't speak English.

Draco gasped. A girl (who was obviously Asian) came up to him and said words that sounded merely like rubbish. She was wearing a red shredded dress, that was covered with a dirty apron.

"What?" he asked, confused. The girl gasped, jumping up and down.

"Mommy! Mommy! I found-I found gay!" said the girl, and that was probably the only English she knew.

"What? I am not gay!" Draco said, reddening.

"Yes, yes, you gay! Yes, yes, you gay!" the girl shrieked.

Draco moved back, and went into a run.

Where the hell was he? All the houses looked small, and the windows were broken. People he didn't recognize swarmed across, milking cows. What the hell? This was a Wizarding territory?

The girl's screams still reached his eardrums. "Yes, yes Gay, come back!"

Oh, fuck.

***

"Sweetie, light the candles?" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out. Ginny smiled at her. Using one of her dad's muggle products, she lighted the candles slowly, each dim light waving.

"Can't we sit down, and eat?" asked Ginny stubbornly. She was wearing a spagetti strap dress that reached above her ankles. It was emerald green, and made her red hair (which had been turned into small petite curls) much more visible.

Her mother had allowed her to wear some blush, and lip gloss, but that was all.

"Hold on, honey, we have a surprise for you..." said Mr. Weasley. Fred and George grinned.

"Charlie! Bill! Downstairs! Dinner!" Mrs. Weasley called fondly.

In two minutes, two tall redheaded boys had appeared. Ginny's heart leaped. A surprise, for her? She smiled, feeling rather special.

"Okay, now that everyone's here..." said Mrs. Weasley, smiling at Harry. Harry blushed and backed away a little.

"Ginny, I know you've been a bit down lately. So I thought a certain person could help you brighten up..." her mother's voice said in sing-song voice.

Ginny grinned nervously, nodding. She hadn't been expecting this at all...

Her mother sighed, and smiled again. Clapping her hands, at once, all the Weasleys and Harry parted into two halves of one, leaving one space for one more person.

Ginny raised her eyebrows? Draco?

No, it wasn't. She gasped, looking into the blue eyes.

The blue eyes of Charles.

Oh, fuck.

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