Seven Sins and a Heart

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Beta’d by Raisinous Fiendling

An Interesting Prey

The room was filled with moans, grunts and incoherent words. As a female voice screamed, a male voice grunted. Breaths normalized as the heat of the moment cooled off.

“G’night,” he said as he dressed himself again.

“What? Where are you going? Stay here,” the girl said as she nuzzled against his arm.

“I can’t.” He was now rising from the bed but the girl’s hand stopped him. “I told you I can’t,” he said and removed the girl’s grip coldly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to spend the night with you.”

“But-but you just had sex with me!” she exclaimed.

“So? It wasn’t like I promised I’d be your boyfriend or anything. It was just sex,” he replied as he finished buttoning his shirt. Exiting the room he heard her say, “I hate you, Malfoy!”

But that was her fault. He never promised anything, and with his reputation she must have known this was a one night stand. Well, he guessed she didn’t know. Still, not his fault. Besides, he had much more important things on his mind at the present.

Like the fact that he had seen the Weaselette in his mind’s eye when he’d reached his orgasm. Or the not so innocent wet dreams he’d been having about her, or rather her body, to be more accurate. Or just the fact that he’d been thinking of her!

Truthfully, thanks to the dreams, he’d been sleeping a lot better and much more. But his peace of mind only lasted so long. As soon as the dreams were over and he had to face reality, he’d begin cursing and yelling and having a horrible morning mood. Which wasn’t like him at all, and by the time he would realize this he’d get even more pissed. The bloody girl was getting on his nerves.

Lately he had been sleeping around much more. There had been nights during which he couldn’t be satisfied with just one girl. But no matter how many girls he chose to shag, at the moment of his orgasm he would see her. It was as though he was bloody obsessed with her. But he wasn’t; in fact, if he had any feelings towards her, those were supposed to be disgust. Though, apparently, he was lusting after her, too.

On the verge of desperation, Draco had told Blaise of his problem. Of course he didn’t mention it was Weaselette, he had simply said it was a girl. But knowing Zabini, he probably knew it was Weaselette. His friend’s advice had been to shag the so-called girl that had his knickers in a twist and thus end his sexual anxiety.

The problem was how to get the she-Weasel to shag him. She’d been drunk the first time and he hadn’t been quite the gentleman after that. Who would’ve guessed he would want an encore so badly? Not him, at least. Besides, what if sleeping with her only made things worse? He could be left wanting more than before, and that was sure to be a major issue. Not taking the risk was just as troublesome. He was in one of the greater dilemmas he had ever confronted in his short seventeen years of life.

It had been at least a week since Halloween Ball, but to Draco it felt as though a whole lifetime had gone by. And she was a bloody Weasley! That was simply unacceptable.

She hadn’t been an easy one, which only got Draco more excited. And had the punch not been spiked, he was sure she wouldn’t have gone to bed with him. But oh, wasn’t she good. She was by far his best shag. And she hadn’t just spread her legs open, like girls normally did. He had had to actually do some work. And he had enjoyed it.

And now, he was left staring at her back during meals. At her fiery red hair, the bits of her neck he was able to see when she tied up her hair in pony tail, her white long fingers and…Okay, that is simply wrong. As a matter of fact, wrong is an understatement. Bloody hell, I’m obsessed with her. A bloody Weasley! This is it, I hereby swear I’ll get her to go to bed with me again, or else I shall die. Maybe not die, but just go mad. Fuck, what unacceptable behaviour, and over the Weaselette. I might as well just go and kill myself and put an end to this madness. Merlin, help me!

Resolving that he would just test Blaise’s advice, he went to sleep. Getting a woman was no problem to him; but getting a Weasley, that was some challenge Draco looked forward to.

When he woke up, he was in a surprisingly good mood, and even the Mudblood had noticed. “Have you finally decided that being gloomy won’t you anywhere, Ferret?” she had ventured earlier as he exited the bathroom the head boy and girl shared.

“I don’t see how my moods are any of your business, Mudblood,” Draco had snapped quickly.

“Well, you’re just more bearable when you’re not sulking.”

“I do not sulk.” Draco saw her raise an eyebrow and added, “Aren’t you going to take a shower? Or are you just going to be the plebeian you are and go out without even thinking about what a punishment it would be for everyone to be near you? But well, you’d be a fearsome thing to have near either way.”

“Sod off.”

“My pleasure.” And with that, Draco had returned to his private room to get dressed. It was a beautiful morning for him, and the Mudblood wasn’t going to ruin it.

Now he patiently waited for the Weaselette to enter the Great Hall. As he attempted to calm himself by looking at the ceiling and pacing around the crowded hall someone stumbled into him. He lost his balance and fell flat on his arse.

“Bloody hell, watch your way, you bloody idiot!” Draco shouted at the person who had kindly held out her hand to help him get up, but quickly withdrew it upon hearing him.

“You were in my way, Malfoy! It’s not my bloody fault that you weren’t looking!” an angry female voice yelled back.

“It was you, Weaselette? What now? Are you going to try to kill me by throwing me on the floor?!” Draco quickly snapped as he realized it was the very girl he’d been waiting for. Well, this certainly wasn’t my plan.

“It would take a lot more to kill you, Ferret, much to my displeasure,” she said nonchalantly.

“Now Weaselette, you’re getting pretty tiresome.”

“Since when did you care?” Ginny cried, exasperated.

“Since you decided to pick a fight with me,” Draco said, smirking. This might not have been what he hand in mind, but he was definitely enjoying himself.

“You were the one who started it!” Ginny yelled, finally losing her temper.

“But you were the one who threw me on the floor; hence, you’re the one to blame,” Draco said, calmly. He knew he was getting on her nerves.

“Maybe if you had been looking in the first place, you wouldn’t have come in my way.”

“Oh, please! You were the one in my way.”

“I was not!”

“You were too.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“This is ridiculous! Have it your way, then,” she muttered, realizing several people had stopped by to watch their childish row.

“See? I knew you would come to your senses, eventually.”

“You’re really spoiled, Ferret,” Ginny said, her temper rising again.

“I’ll have you know I am not spoiled!”

“Really? But you get mad over such tiny things,” Ginny mocked him.

“Look who’s talking.”

“Well, I have a temper.”

“Indeed.”

“Indeed? Indeed?! What the hell are you playing at?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he said, smirking. He was getting her interest, at last.

“What are you up to?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“You really want to know?” Draco replied, raising one eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t!”

“Are you sure you want me to tell you what I’m up to, right here? Where anyone can hear?” Draco asked. And then without asking he pulled Ginny into an empty room.

“What’s wrong with you?!” she exclaimed, as she thought of the people who had seen her, Ginny Weasley, being dragged by Draco Malfoy. Why, oh why did she have to put up with him?

“Nothing, I’m perfectly sane. You have yet to answer my question.”

“Tell me, Malfoy, what the heck are you up to?”

“I’m going to shag you,” Draco said in a low sexy voice. He saw Ginny blush furiously. “You haven’t forgotten, I presume?” he asked, closing the distance between them.

“What makes you think I’d ever shag you again?! I’m not foolish enough to make the same mistake twice.” Ginny took two steps backwards.

“Maybe, but you wouldn’t be doing so if it weren’t a mistake to begin with.”

“It was a mistake.”

“I don’t think so.”

“What makes you think it wasn’t?!”

“This.” Draco closed the distance between them and lowered his head in order to reach Ginny’s lips. Placing both hands on Ginny’s waist, Draco pulled her as close as possible. He placed his right hand on the back of Ginny’s neck, in order to deepen the kiss. As his tongue slid inside’s Ginny’s mouth, his left hand cupped one of her breasts. He moaned as he got lost in a sea of sensations. Draco pulled Ginny even closer to him before he found himself out of breath and breaking the kiss.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Draco reassured her as he looked into her eyes.

“I’m not so sure of that,” Ginny gasped, trying to gain her breath. Loosening herself from Draco’s grip, she opened the door. “You’re a moron if you think I’m ever going to shag you again,” she said. “I was drunk the first time; you won’t get me drunk twice.” With that, she went out. Draco couldn’t help smirking. She really had a temper. What an interesting prey.

A/N: Hey guys! It's been more than five months already...Geez, the thing is I had completetly forgotten I had ACTUALLY posted this story here, because I usually post in ff.net, or the F&I Archive, or the Hex Files (but that's only when it's a H/D). Plus, I don't read much Harry Potter fanfiction here, I usually read PoT on AFF.net, so again, I'm sorry I had forgotten about this! It probably would have never been updated if not for the kind review I received from Len (btw, thank you Len, I really liked your review and I hope you keep on reading). Oh I loooooooove all my THREE reviewers..I like to know what people think, if you guys like it or not or whatever you wanna say. So pretty please R&R!! Because otherwise I'll never be able to finish this story...I fear it's getting kinda lame, so if you think so, then I won't continue it, but if you don't, then please do write a review because I'm human and I FEED on reviews in order to keep on writing!