Seven Sins and a Heart

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Beta’d by Raisinous Fiendling


A Matter of Attraction

Ginny sat still for several moments. As she realized the sun had already risen, she quickly put on her clothes and rushed out of the room. She had no idea where she was. How in Merlin’s name had she ended up in such a place?! Malfoy, the bloody git, didn’t even leave some set of instructions to get out of the darned place!

She calmed herself down and tried to remember how they got in last night. Try to remember, Ginny, try. Bloody hell, Ron’s going to kill me. What am I going to tell him?! Sod it! I just need to get out of here. How did we…? Right, the corner! HA! I’m out! See, Malfoy?! I got out! Without your bloody help!

Ginny entered the Gryffindor common room and was surprised to find quite the committee waiting for her.

“Where in Merlin’s name were you last night?!” her brother yelled.

“Out,” she answered not looking him in the eyes.

“OUT?!OUT?! You were obviously out! Do you have any idea how long we’ve been looking for you?! Why were you gone until morning?! Who were you with?!” Ron shouted, the Weasley temper kicking in.

“That’s none of your business, Ron. Now if you could please give it a rest, I’d like to take a shower.”

“Where were you Ginny?” Harry asked her, a lot more calmed than her brother.

Not being able to hold back her grudge against Harry, she replied, “with a guy; quite a night really.” Ginny saw her brother’s eyes widen at her response and took advantage of it. She rushed to the girls’ dorm and went straight in the bathroom.

As water ran over her body, her mind replayed the events of last night. Dancing with Malfoy; snogging Malfoy; shagging Malfoy. Oh Merlin, she had lost her virginity last night! To Draco bloody Malfoy to make it worse! And she was drunk. She was a slut! How could she? Draco Malfoy?! What was going on with her?!

What was she to do now? Did he remember anything? Of course he remembered. He left her there, to go and wander by herself! And this was the man she’d given herself to!

And Ron. What was she going to do about him? She couldn’t ignore him for the rest of eternity. Maybe she’d just let the matter rest for awhile. Yes, she’d do that. And then hopefully she’d forget everything. Yes, indeed, and then Voldemort would decide he suddenly loved Muggles! She was never ever drinking again! Never!

With this resolution Ginny stepped out of the shower. Today was Hogsmeade weekend, but she couldn’t even stand the idea of being with her brother at the moment, let alone the whole trio. Deciding to go by herself, she wore the first thing she found, a pair of jeans and a black turtle neck.

She went to Hogsmeade without having breakfast, so by the time she reached the village, she was starving. Shivering as the morning air blew through her still wet hair, she entered the Three Broomsticks and sat alone at a table.

Ginny dozed in her thoughts for what felt an eternity until a waitress approached. Unable to decide whether to eat a healthy big breakfast and increase her debt at the place or to simply order something rather cheap within her range of money, Ginny went for a small sandwich and potato chips.

Finally the waitress thought she might be a little bit hungry and brought her order. As she ate quite vigorously, she began enjoying herself. That was, of course, before she was very rudely interrupted.

“Why so alone, Weaselette?” a male voice said behind her. Oh bollocks! Please don’t be Malfoy, please, her inner voice pleaded.

“None of your damn business,” she said, turning her head. To her utter surprise it wasn’t Malfoy, but his right hand man, Blaise Zabini.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind some company, would you?” Zabini said as he sat on the chair next to her and stole one of her potatoes.

“What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?!” she asked.

“Well I’d think that would appear obvious, even to the likes of you. But if you must insist, I’m sitting here,” he answered with a sneer.

“Oh, sorry, I meant as to why you weren’t gone already.”

“But I can’t go. You see, Malfoy over there, wants to remind you the events of last night were alcohol induced and nothing more.”

“Well, I believe he can tell me that himself, can’t he?”

“He would, but you see, this was a pressing matter that couldn’t wait until he had finished all his business, if you know what I mean,” Zabini explained, a smirk playing along on his lips.

“Oh, okay then, you can tell Malfoy I don’t need such explanations, for I myself know the ‘events’ were alcohol induced. Will you be gone now?” Who the hell did Malfoy think he was?! Of course she knew it meant nothing! She might have lost her virginity to him, but he was still a Malfoy!

“My! Feeling a little aggressive today, Weaselette? But, you know, I’m enjoying myself far too much to leave you all by yourself.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do? Haunt some first years, perhaps?” Ginny suggested. She really didn’t want to spend any time with Slytherins at the moment.

“How funny! But that’s getting old. So I decided my new hobby was to pester you! How does that sound?”

“Bugger off, Zabini! I really have no time for you.”

“It seems to me that you do. So tell me, darling, why aren’t you with our Golden Trio?”

“None of your business,” Ginny answered as she called the waitress. “Can I please have the bill?”

“I’ll have it right away,” the waitress, who seemed to have nothing better to do than stare at them, said.

“Thanks,” Ginny said and remained in silence, waiting for Zabini to leave. And when the bill finally arrived he still wasn’t gone. She took out some Sickles when a hand stopped her.

“Allow me.” Zabini said as he took the bill and paid. “You may keep the change, darling,” Zabini said, addressing the waitress. Ginny was in shock. Never had someone bought her a meal. And never had she imagined a Slytherin would be the one to do so for the first time.

“Thanks,” she said quietly and felt her face flush. She couldn’t help herself, and so, she held out the Sickles she had to pay him.

“Oh no, my treat. Though if you insist on paying me back, how about you take a walk out with me?” Zabini suggested and Ginny was far too embarrassed to refuse.

“Uh, okay, I guess.”

“So you finally agreed! I knew it couldn’t be that difficult.”

“You better stop talking, or I’ll be forced to change my mind,” Ginny said teasingly. Wait, she was teasing Zabini? Zabini?!

“Oh, honestly, how stubborn can you be? One would’ve expected you to at least realize how lucky you are by being with me!”

“And here I was, thinking Malfoy was king of arrogance! It seems I must be mistaken, you definitely put up to him.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“So am I,” Ginny said and then looked at Zabini and burst out laughing.

“I knew the Weasels had a temper. I didn’t know, however, they were crazy too,” Zabini stated as he looked awkwardly at Ginny, who was still laughing. “I’m afraid I’m obliged to ask, what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just don’t know! You looked so funny two seconds ago!” Ginny said, giggling.

“No wonder only the Golden Trio stands you! You’re about as annoying as they are.” At this Ginny seemed to calm down.

“I am not annoying.”

“Sure you aren’t, darling?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then this must come as such a shock to you, but let me tell you a secret; you are annoying,” Zabini said with a smirk.

“Then why are you with me?” Ginny dared to ask.

“Because I have nothing better to do.”

“I thought it was because Malfoy told you to tell me something.”

“That was then. Now that I’ve already told you, I find myself bored.”

“There are plenty of girls out there; you don’t have to stay with the annoying one.”

“But you are so amusing as well, especially when you’re pissed. I particularly love pissing you off.”

“What a gentleman you are!”

“Indeed.”

Ginny was finding that spending time with this particular Slytherin was not that bad. And she’d rather be with him than by herself at the Three Broomsticks. At least she had someone to talk to. But not an hour went by before Malfoy appeared and made Ginny regret ever talking to Slytherins.

“Zabini! Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been looking for you for what seems a centu-,” Malfoy began, but as he noticed Ginny, he stopped and raised an eyebrow.

“Weaselette? Having a thing for Slytherins?”

“No, I just seem to attract them, much to my dismay,” Ginny snapped. “Must be my good looks, or what do you reckon it is, Malfoy?” Malfoy snorted and then smirked.

“I’m obliged to think it’s your looks; the rest of you certainly qualify as disgusting. But in my opinion, you are the one attracted to Slytherins, and we, as teenagers we are, can’t refuse such proposal, can we Zabini?”

“We can’t. And it must be said that little Weaselette here, has plenty to offer.” To Ginny, that was it. She glared at them furiously and then went down the opposite direction, leaving both boys in awe.

“She seems to have grown a backbone!” Draco said as soon as Weasley was out of their sight.

“Yes, indeed. But that’s not the only thing she seems to have grown.”

“That’s disgusting, Zabini! She’s a Weasley!”

“You were the one who shagged her, you would know.” Blaise was now smirking at his friend. Draco wasn’t the type of person that would drink, let alone get drunk.

“In my defence, I’d like to say I was drunk. You, on the other hand are perfectly sober, and still fantasizing about her breasts.”

“I can’t avoid that. She does have some nice breasts.”

“Yes, whatever. What were you doing talking to her anyway?” Draco asked.

“Telling her the events of last night were alcohol induced,” Blaise replied simply.

“It took you so long to tell her that?”

“Yes, it did. So how was your date? Acceptable at least?” Blaise asked in order to change topic. He didn’t feel like telling Draco about his amusing time with the Weaselette and he knew he had to change topic.

“Barely, though she does have some degree of intelligence, unlike Parkinson,” Draco answered. So far Greengrass was the only girl that had managed to get his attention. She was intelligent, though Draco would never admit she really was. And she was a classic beauty. Her skin was white and fair; she had rosy-red lips. Her hair was blonde and curly and her eyes blue. She was elegant, and all in all, quite gorgeous.

“But you seem to have some interest in her, right? And even if you don’t I can certainly say your mother will be very pleased upon hearing you are dating her. She does hate Pansy and is quite desperate to get you a new prospect.”

“Maybe. But mother is simply eager to find me a wife, and I daresay Pansy would hardly be a Malfoy. Greengrass, on the other hand, would do the job brilliantly. Besides, mother liked her quite a lot when she visited the manor. I recall her saying she was a fine lady.”

“Unlike Weaselette,” Blaise said.

“Now Blaise, why would you bring her up? I’m beginning to think you’re rather obsessed with her.”

“I am not. I merely thought your mother wouldn’t be pleased if she ever heard you slept with her.”

“And that is precisely why she will never know,” Draco said nonchalantly as he thought of the chaos that would come upon him if his mother ever knew about his night with the Weaselette.


A/N: Please R&R!! Oh and Greengrass is a girl that appears in the least of slytherins on Harry’s year. There are no descriptions of how she is, but I figured she would be blonde. Her complete name is Daphne Greengrass. I needed another female character from slytherin; Pansy wouldn’t do, and Millicent Bulstrode was just a bit too rough in appearance. And Daphne Greengrass is not exactly canon, however she does exist.