Epic A/N: Hello world, this is my first story to be published so here's to hoping it goes well. This is a H/D slash story (a male having relations with another male- also known as butt sex). If you don't like it stop reading now and go read your fluffy het stories; I won't be offended. If you are not old enough to buy a porno, stop reading right now, as this story is explicit in its sexual nature. You have been warned.

A thousand thanks to my beta, jaqua, for cleaning this up and reassuring me that it doesn't suck too badly. I love you Bunny!

I do not own any of these characters and never will. That great honor belongs to the wonderful Joe.

This is a quick set of drabbles completed for LeoDraconis's birthday (happy birthday dear). If you haven't checked her out- do it now. Don't read this- go read her H/D stuff and then come back to this. Seriously. Drabble prompts based on the seven deadly sins.

DPOV...

First Year- Envy
I want to be Harry's friend. How dare that Weasel beat me to it! You see, Harry is everything I am- only ten times better. I have money but so does he. I have looks- so does he. I can fly but he is better. My name is well-known and he's the boy fucking wonder. I refuse to be envious of that poor, redheaded, cheaply-clothed, dirty muggle-lover. Why doesn't Harry- Potter- want to be my friend? That is it; from this day forth I vow to hate Potter and his boyish good looks forever. And damn Weasley is going down!

Second Year-Pride
I should stop thinking about Potter but it's so hard. I see him everywhere, strutting around like he owns the place. People actually think he's the heir of Slytherin? He's too good for that; too caring and wonderful. I'm not going to lie, my pride is hurt that they don't fear me the way they fear him... But I'll get over it, as long as Potter looks at me like that again. I can't wait until our next duel just to see the passion in his eyes again. I mean, Merlin's beard, he is so sexy when he speaks Parseltongue!

Third Year- Sloth (laziness)
I should tell father that the Dark Lord will never rise again. I should tell Snape he looks like he has something stuck up his arse. I should tell Pansy I'll never be interested. I should tell Harry I am interested. I should stop making fun of Harry's friends. I should grab hold of him and snog the shit out of him. These are all things I should be doing but I find myself incapable. You could call it lazy but I don't. I simply don't want to get out of bed and stop wanking off to images of Potter.

Fourth Year- Wrath
I'm absolutely furious with the Dark Lord. How dare he scare my Harry like that? I should have a talk with father about making him leave Harry alone, but of course, nothing would come of it... And speak of the Devil- Harry looks great tonight. The way his hair is all disheveled makes him look like he just had sex. His glasses are askew and he looks glorious. I want to make him look like that. Too bad Harry won't think of me like that- ever. Oh shit, he just caught me staring at him. Wait. Was that a smirk?

Fifth Year- Greed
That she-devil cannot have him. I won't stand for it. Harry- no, Potter- is mine! I am a Malfoy, and that means I get what I want. Call me greedy, I don't care. You'd be right. I will get him- mark my words. He doesn't realize it yet, but I'm the best offer he will get. Everyone thinks I'm a horrible person, but really, I'm not. It's all an act I put on for my father. I am perfect for Harry. Why can't he see this? I'll just have to prove it to him. He will see, no matter what.

Sixth Year- Gluttony
I moan. I can't help it. I want more. No- I need more! I am gluttonous. Harry's lips are on mine, our first kiss. A shock goes through my body and I instinctively know I need him for the rest of my life. I know that Harry is my one, my only, my all. He feels good against me, feels right in my arms. I can never let him go. He's my everything and I love him, I need him- but I have to let him leave, at least for a while; it's up to him to save us all.

Seventh Year/Epilogue – Lust:
I look down through lidded eyes and utter a low groan; Harry, on his knees, is the epitome of perfection: supple lips wrapped around my cock, green lustful eyes trained on mine, hands squeezing my arse. His lips travel up and down, licking and sucking, enveloping me in his wet warmth. I am close. All it takes is Harry's loud, drawn out moan and I am seeing white, thrashing wildly, unable to hold back any longer. Harry swallows it all with a happy sigh and stands up, wrapping me in his lover's embrace. Now and forever, I'm with my savior.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I'm considering making a second "chapter" from HPOV about the opposite virtues of the sins (love, humility, zeal, kindness, generosity, temperance, and self-control) also in the seven-year format. What do you think? Is it worth it? Please review so I know your thoughts :) Thanks!

-Laura