Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. This is a response to the 7 Songs, 7 Drabbles, 7 Days challenge by LoopyandLovely.

I Heard That You Like The Bad Girls. Honey, Is That True?

(Video Games- Lana Del Rey)

It was wrong, he told himself dazedly as he held the slender waist in his arms, as a soft body pressed tightly against him, moving to the beat of the music that Harry could no longer hear as he was lost to the the sensation of the body pressing rhythmically and sensually against his. The girl was incredibly fit, but then again she was the star Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

You have a girlfriend, remember Ginny? This is her team-mate! His conscience screamed at him.

However, as Harry stared down into the beautiful, smiling face of Tracey Davis, he could hardly remember his own name. The girl was simply gorgeous, with a hundred watt smirk that was devious in nature. Her eyes were hazel with cinnamon-brown starbursts and olive-green rims around the edges; he was drowning in their sparkle, they made the world around him completely fall away.

"You smell like peaches," Harry moaned as his nose accidentally brushed her hair when he leaned in a bit too close.

Tracey giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around Harry's neck. "You're so adorable, Harry! I wish I could keep you," Tracey teased, leaning in closer than she should to speak breathily in his ears.

Harry shuddered, his grip tightening around the brunette. "You'd only break my heart," Harry lamented, trying to keep his tone light and teasing. Tracey Davis had grown a bit infamous for being a heartbreaker; Rita Skeeter going so far as to call her a real harpy and soul devourer, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake, both male and female.

"Oh I don't know, maybe you can reform my bad girl ways," Tracey whispered huskily in his ears, causing another shiver to run down Harry's spine.

As Harry pulled away to look into her hopeful eyes, he found himself shaking his head. "I wish I could believe that."

The smile on her face, slowly slipped as she downcast her gaze. Harry felt his heart pounding at the flash of hurt in her eyes. However, a moment later she merely looked at him with a cool expression on her face, and slight smirk that seemed to have lost all mischievousness and seem more rueful.

"Just as well, I suppose," Tracey said with a shrug. "Ginny already can't stand the sight of me. You Gryffindors are every bit as prejudiced as most Slytherins," Tracey said with a mirthless laugh before standing on her tiptoes and placing a light, chaste kiss on his cheek. "I wish you all the best, Harry Potter, no one deserves it more."

With that, she turned and slipped away, getting lost in the mass of people. Harry stood still and watched her disappear, with the distinct impression that Tracey was like a butterfly and that he'd been foolish to let her go. After all, she already seemed to have his heart.

FIN

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