She was the devil. The devil disguised as a magnificent angel with little freckle kisses adorning her nose and cheeks.

She gave off an essence of innocence that nobody could help but fall for.

Victim after victim drawn in, trapped in her devious schemes, then crushed. Her long red hair did not help resistance.

It was a game to her. Care not that people got hurt, care not that their hearts might never heal. She played with them, twirling them in and out of the fire and dangling a little charm on a string right in front of their faces, teasing them but never letting them have it. They'd hold the charm, but when they thought it was theirs to have, she'd snatch it away, leaving them high, dry, and broken.

There was a reason to this madness…there always has been. The same thing happened to her when she was younger and revenge that she sought out was now in others. They fell because of his mistake…so she loved them to leave them. But it wasn't really love at all, now was it?

She couldn't change…but that's not the point. She wouldn't change.

Draco Malfoy slept with her, pretended to love her, and wrap her around his finger, but it had only been a game to him the same way it is to her today.

Ginny Weasley was the devil. The devil disguised as a magnificent angel with little freckle kisses adorning her nose and cheeks.

She was far from innocent.

A/N

I don't know why I wrote this…I guess I wrote it as a sequel to His Little Toy, but I guess I wanted to show the bad sides of both Ginny and Draco.

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Happy writings

Caroline.