Envy

He hated her. He hated her flaming red hair that went horrible with most colors. He hated the way she simpered at her husband while making eyes behind his back at anything that moved. He hated the way she clung to him as they waved to their two oldest.
She hated him, just as she always had. She hated the way he was obsessed with him. She hated how she would always come in second. She hated the fact that their eyes would always be drawn to each other and he would come alive in a way she couldn't do.

Gluttony

He knew this was bad for him, but he couldn't get enough. It was as if his hunger for this was never satiated; even if he had thought he was finished that enticing smell would waft up and his mouth would water and he'd have to have some right now. He didn't care what time it was or even really who was around to watch him lose himself in this wonderful pleasure as he filled his mouth again and again. Because Harry was the one thing he would die before giving up. Harry was the cause of his sin. Gluttony.

Greedy

He was greedy. Everybody knew this. He was a Malfoy, and everyone knew how they hoarded their money. It was only natural that he be just as bad when he finally fell in love. No, that wasn't what had them shocked.
He wasn't greedy. He gave his money away to whoever needed it. His time was anybody's for the taking if they wanted. Anything he could give was yours; all you needed to do was ask. They thought it would stay the same when he got with Draco. They never thought he wouldn't let the blond out of his sight.

Lust

Frantic mouths pushed together as hands claw wildly against each other. Rumpled sheets and husky words to combine with harsh breathing and needy moans. The marks that have to be hid and the pleasure that can never be seen. Snuck glances when nobody is around; promises whispered against sweaty skin again and again. The yearning and secrets; the desires and the lies. The pain that accompanies love, made worse by the need for secrecy. The need; the want. The smoldering looks and heated words. The constant need, never to fully be satisfied. The one sin they will always commit. Lust.



Pride

It was ironic, he thought as he stared unseeing at the stone walls. All his life he was a coward; hiding behind his Father or Goyle. Yet the one time he truly needed help ad his pride decided to kick in. So maybe he was an idiot for spitting (literally) at the one person who saw through the façade and tried to help him. He groaned, though whether at the pain or the fact that he had admitted he was unintelligent he wasn't sure. He let out a slightly harsh laugh as the blackness began to close in. Damn pride.

Sloth

"We have to get up." A muffled groan answered his statement. "We really do you know. We can't lay in bed all day." This time he was rewarded with sleepy eyes. "Why not?" He sighed. "It's lazy." A shrug and then a pleading look. "Dray, come back to bed." The temptation was overwhelming, and when he held his arms like that and made that face that was both debauched and innocent it suffocated him until he was curled under the covers once more. One day in bed couldn't hurt; he thought as he nestled into the warmth that was Harry.

Wrath

He could always make his blood boil. A single look and he was instantly on edge with heat and adrenaline mixing and pumping through him. One word and he was beyond rational conversation. He was the only one to make the normally level-headed so irrational. And he still is. May Merlin help whoever insultsDraco.
He always made him lose control. One look from those bright eyes and he wanted to shut them permanently. One word and he was livid. A touch and all thoughts fled his mind. That was then. Now he's like that to whoever touches his Harry.