Seven Sins and a Heart

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling and no money is being made out of this.

Beta’d by Raisinous Fiendling.

So Kiss Me Good Night

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Zabini,” Draco said, irritated at Zabini and his recent behaviour towards the she-Weasel.

“Jealous, Draco?” was Zabini’s reply.

“Should I be?”

Zabini chuckled before saying, “I wouldn’t know. I have yet to spend more time with her to be able to properly answer that. Though you should know, you are moving forward. She has been thinking about you, from what I could gather. I can only hope she is not confused now, due to the recent events.”

“Recent events, Zabini? May I be so bold as to ask, which events exactly?” Draco demanded, his anger clearly rising.

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? My bad, Malfoy, I’m deeply sorry. You see, I happened to run into a fainted Weaselette before practice. I am sure you understand why, exactly, I couldn’t leave her there, on the floor.” Zabini smirked widely as he saw Draco’s face turn different shades of yellow and then completely pale in a matter of seconds. Why in Merlin’s name had she fainted? Moreover, what had Zabini done to her? “Why Malfoy, I could not have anticipated such concern over the Weaselette!”

“I assume you took her to Pomfrey?”

“Indeed. She was just gracing us with her presence because she needed to thank me.” Draco flinched at Zabini’s rare usage of the word need. He knew he had done that just to piss him even further, and Zabini being Zabini, could accomplish so in a few seconds.

“Practice is over!” Draco said, ignoring Zabini and addressing the whole team.

“Aw, is it over because of what I said?” Zabini asked in a mocking voice.

“You’re irrelevant in this decision; practice was over before you returned from your chit-chat with the Weaselette.”

“My, my, you’re quite mad!”

“Zabini, do yourself a favour and go before I wipe that smirk off your face with my fist,” Draco said, his hand clenched furiously.

“Very well, I shall go, all by myself,” Zabini replied, and then added, “I only wish I won’t run into you-know-who on my way out.”

“Go!” Draco snarled at him. Merlin, did Zabini know how to push his buttons! He was the most irritating individual Draco had ever come across with. Yet, he was Draco closest friend. And as much as he hated admitting it, Zabini knew him. It was just some sort of special ability Zabini had, of being able to read every person he ever talked with or looked at. It bugged Draco beyond compare whenever he was at the receiving end of such ability; on the other hand, it was a very useful one when applied on others.

Between lame attempts at getting Ginny, NEWTs and Quidditch, Draco had been left exhausted. He was scheming the rest of his day but upon entering the common room he shared with Granger, he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him sat the Golden Trio. He’d completely forgotten about their existence, especially the Weasel’s. But the gods were just kind enough to remind Draco of him.

“The Bouncing Ferret’s back!” the Weasel said.

“Had I known the Mudblood was going to bring such scum to the common room, I would’ve avoided the displeasure,” Draco said as he moved towards the bathroom.

“Take it back, Malfoy!”

“I don’t think so, Weasel.”

“What’s your bloody problem? And what do you want with my sister?!” Draco was but a few steps away from the bathroom door when the Weasel grabbed his shoulder and made him turn. Draco was really in no mood to be discussing his intentions towards Ginny, much less with her brother.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he drawled nonchalantly and freed himself from Weasley’s grip. As he went in the shower he heard Granger scolding Weasley and someone opening the door. It could be bloody Filch at this point, and he wouldn’t care. Draco was just out of it. He wanted to take a bath and sleep.

Actually, he didn’t want to go to sleep, because sleeping would mean wet dreams, and those would remind him of his lack of sexual activity during the past weeks. It was driving him mad! And now Zabini had decided it would be extremely fun to butt in and screw up his rather slow progress with Ginny. Nothing was going according to his plans these days, and Draco was quite sick of it all.

He was nowhere near where he wanted to be with Ginny. Yet he couldn’t forget their last kiss. He had wanted to shag her right there and then. If he had continued, she wouldn’t have resisted. Draco knew that much. She liked denying she liked him, but Draco could see how it took a great deal of effort not to give in that time. And Draco, being a gentleman, had decided it was better to wait until she herself realized it.

At Quidditch practice, he had seen her gaze over his body. Draco knew she already wanted him. But she resisted! She was absurdly stubborn. Ginny drove him wild with lust. And seeing Zabini flirting with her so openly was not helping his cause. The bloody bastard.

Stepping out of the shower, Draco kept on cursing Zabini out loud. He wrapped a towel around his waist and remembered that the Golden Trio was probably still in the common room. He hoped at least Granger was. Draco smirked, recalling a memory he was rather fond of.

The second day after their arrival, Draco had used the shower first, and had taken his time with it. Granger had been knocking the door quite enthusiastically, claiming she’d be unfashionably late and it was all going to be Draco’s fault. But Draco liked to take his time when bathing. He finally got out of the shower and opened the door. Granger was waiting outside and seemed at first happy he had decided to stop monopolizing the bathroom.

She went towards him and then stopped out of the blue. Her faced became crimson and Draco heard the gasp which escaped her lips. His best guess was that she had never seen an almost naked male body. And, even if she had (which Draco doubted), no male body could be a match for his perfectly built torso. Draco thought it was all very amusing and proceeded to ask whether she’d like him to take the towel off. Granger’s blush deepened even more as she rushed into the bathroom.

She had avoided him the following week and Draco had taken his baths without any interruption from her part. After the initial embarrassment wore off, Granger kept pestering him to the point he now took barely thirty minutes in the shower. Draco smirked at the memory. Her expression had been priceless.

As he swung the door open, four pairs of eyes turned on him. He had completely forgotten about the person who came in while he was in the bathroom. Three pairs of eyes quickly returned to their previous task. The fourth pair, however, fancied the look of his naked torso.

Draco smirked. “Liking what you see, Weaselette?” Ginny blushed deeply and the Golden Trio turned to him. “May I take that as a yes?” he asked Ginny seductively.

“No, you may not!” Potter and Weasley said at the same time.

“But I’m sure she thinks otherwise, do you not, Ginevra?” Draco saw Ginny swallowing hard and proceeded, “I’m sure you’d be delighted if I offered to do the same thing I offered Granger.” It was now Granger’s turn to blush.

“WHAT!” Weasley demanded, outraged.

“Get. Out, Malfoy. NOW!” Granger screeched, trying really hard not to blush any more.

“Now, I’m sure you’re intelligent enough not to decline my offer twice, right?”

“Oh, bugger off!” Granger said and Draco couldn’t help but answer, “Well, your loss.”

He went into his room, smirking. Despite having closed the door behind him, he could hear Weasley’s angry questions. This scene had made his day. It was always refreshing to tease the Golden Trio and it was never bad to see Ginny’s lustful eyes. Perhaps he wasn’t as far from his goal as he had thought.

Draco woke up soaked in his own sweat. Again. He reached for his wand and cleaned the mess he had made. He went to the bathroom for a glass of water but stopped when his stomach twitched with hunger. He had fallen asleep after his shower and thus had skipped dinner. Now he was unbelievably hungry and had absolutely nothing to eat. He walked to the kitchen, not worrying about being out after curfew. He was the head boy and could abuse his power if he wanted to.

Draco reached the kitchen and ate vigorously until he was too full to even move. He almost fell asleep right there but fortunately someone prevented him from doing so. Someone who was in the kitchen after curfew too. Draco turned his head to see who had so rudely interrupted him.

“Are you following me, Weaselette?”

“If I had known you were here, I would’ve preferred to starve myself to death.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say. Besides, why are you here after curfew?”

“The same goes to you, Malfoy.”

“I was on duty until a few minutes ago,” he lied. “What’s your excuse, if you have one, that is?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Really? Twenty points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew.”

“You can’t be serious! You’re not even on duty!”

“I may not be on duty, but I am still the head boy.”

“You’re such an arse, Malfoy!” Ginny said turning towards the door and leaving the kitchen. Draco followed her out. “What, no good night kiss?”

Ginny stopped walking and answered fiercely, “You shameless bastard!”

“I may be shameless, but I am no bastard,” Draco said seriously. They were both facing each other, inches apart. Ginny stared at Draco, anger clouding her eyes. They stood in silence for a few seconds. Ginny was the first to move. She closed the distance between them and reached up to kiss Draco.

Draco’s eyes grew wider as Ginny’s closed. She kissed him lightly and said, “Happy now?”

“No,” Draco said as he dove in for another kiss. This time, it lasted longer. Long enough for Draco to put his right hand on Ginny’s hip and left one on the crook of her neck. Draco was about to pull her closer when Ginny grinded her hips with his, brushing his growing erection. Draco moaned deeply into her mouth and Ginny hooked a leg over his waist.

“Feeling a little naughty tonight, Ginevra?” Draco said, smirking.

“I’d say horny,” Ginny said, gasping. She pushed Draco towards the nearest wall, snogging him eagerly. She was now all over Draco, her heels digging in his backside.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then,” he said, leading the way to an empty classroom. He began licking the way down her collarbone. He sucked on Ginny’s skin and she moaned.

Draco opened the door of the classroom and whispered a cushioning charm before laying Ginny on the floor. He performed two other charms - one to sound-proof the room and a contraceptive one. He crept back to Ginny and raised her t-shirt. He began taking it off while Ginny’s hands unbuttoned his pyjamas’ silk shirt. Draco discarded Ginny’s t-shirt on the floor and began sucking on the newly exposed skin.

She moaned loudly and tightened her legs around him. Taking her bra off, Draco stopped to admire Ginny’s beauty. Her skin was flushed and sweaty, her lips red and swollen and her mass of red hair wet and messy. She looked like a goddess to Draco. He wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her body. And he did.

He began with her breasts, licking them softly and then sucking on her nipples. Ginny tightened her grip on his hips and dug her fingers on Draco’s back. Draco brushed his tongues against the sensitive skin of Ginny’s stomach and heard her giggle. He passed her bellybutton and found himself at the hem of her pants. Draco took his time taking them off, along with her knickers. Once the items were discarded on the floor Ginny raised her hands and took off Draco’s pants and boxers at the same time.

Draco closed his eyes, enjoying the blissful happiness of the moment. He opened them again and kissed Ginny fiercely. She hooked a leg over his waist again and whispered, “Now.” Draco wasn’t willing to wait either so he entered her with a quick thrust.

Ginny opened her eyes, but did not seem to be in pain. Instead, she moved her hips to begin a rhythm. Draco followed her for what felt an eternity until Ginny was pleading him to go faster. He did, and they both screamed in pleasure. He kept thrusting faster until he was on the edge. Each thrust grew faster and faster, and then he lost his senses. Draco barely heard Ginny screaming with him before collapsing on top of her.

Their rushed breaths began slowing down and Draco moved off of Ginny and out of her. They were both still panting when Ginny asked, “What is this?”

“Just sex.” Draco saw Ginny’s lips form a silent ‘oh’. He went for his wand and cleaned them up.

“It’s getting late,” Draco commented.

“Yeah, I know. Can you hand me my knickers, please?” Ginny asked, holding her hand out. Draco looked everywhere for Ginny’s knickers, but couldn’t find them.

“I don’t know where they are.”

“What? You took them off, you should know!”

“I have no idea where they landed. You know, I wasn’t exactly paying attention!”

“That’s so like you, Malfoy. Selfish git,” Ginny muttered and reached for her bra and pyjamas. She dressed quickly and made a move to leave.

“You’re leaving without your knickers?” Draco chuckled at the thought.

“I am. I’d rather leave them behind than spend more time with you.”

“Very well, I’m not going to stop you,” Draco retorted before snorting loudly.

“Bastard,” Ginny said under her breath and walked awkwardly toward the door. Draco got up and grabbed her waist. “What do you want now?” Ginny said, turning in his arms.

“Kiss me good night,” Draco whispered in her ear. Their eyes locked briefly before Ginny got on her toes to reach Draco’s face. She kissed him softly and left.

A/N: Please R&R!! Again see the A/N of chapter three for my extended apologies and I know some of you guys KNOW which song the title comes from, but if you're interested, WRITE ME A REVIEW and I shall tell you!