The Seven Deadly Sins
I really hope this works, I've been trying to get a story up for ages, and this is a D/G fic, they're my favorite soo….yeah.
Summary: Based on the 7 Deadly Sins, each chapter is a Deadly Sin, more probably after I'm through with them. Eventually a D/G fic.
Disclaimer: do u honestly think I own these characters? Where have you been the last five years???
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ENVY
(ginny's pov)
It was Halloween. The Great Hall was beautifully decorated, floating orange and black candles dotting the air. The giggles and chattering of the Hogwarts Students were echoes in the magnificent hall. Everyone was dressed up, or dressed as something else, but no one could be recognized; some people had even gone as far as to charm their features differently.
And there sat me, a shy 16 year old, shivering from cold and drawing my shawl around me. I was dressed as an ancient healer, with help from Hermione of course, and was extremely freezing! My eyes scanned the room quickly, looking at all the familiar faces.
My eyes landed on Ron, Hermione and Harry-the Dream Team, known to many. Every year without fail, they did something heroic that made them like gods. I snorted. The image of them dressed in togas and laurel wreaths like the Greek gods sent me into hysterics. I got some very strange looks, so I coughed embarrassedly and turned away.
God how I envy them! The cream of the crop. Dumbledore's favorites, the trio with blessed popularity and friendliness. Matter of fact, they saved my life, which only made me resent them more. "Oh how brave of you to rescue little Ginny! What would she have done without you?" I mimicked under my breath, "How dashingly knight like and chivalrous of you!" I giggled. Harry was appropriately dressed as a knight. Dumbledore's idea of a costume party proved exactly what people thought of themselves! I thought about the aftermath of my "glorious rescue"…secretly, I had been admitted to St. Mungo's for extensive testing over the summer and when I got back to school, no one noticed me again, just like before. I frowned dangerously, my mind about to explode. I mentally shook myself and looked to Hermione.
She stood next to Harry, dressed in medieval garments. Her now straightened hair flowed majestically down her back. I chewed on my own unruly red mane resentfully. Ron had his arm draped casually around her shoulders, dressed as a jester, fittingly. I smiled briefly-Ron's one of my favorite brothers…he always had something to cheer me up with. Although, come to think of it, maybe he didn't mean to fall in that tub of water when I lost that game of Quidditch last year… Well, never mind. The point is, he makes me laugh, and that's bloody hard to do anymore. My eyes traveled back to Harry.
I had gotten over her crush on him the previous year. Ever since he had defeated Voldemort he had gotten to the point where standing in the same room was painful, he's so like Lockhart was. "I'm starting to think that Malfoy was right about him," I muttered, tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear. I watched as Harry laughed, and slid his arm around Parvati's waist, who had just come to join them. I snarled. Lucky bitch. I widened her eyes at the thought. Wait though-aren't I over Harry?
Thoroughly confused, I bite morosely into an apple.
(*)(Draco's pov)
"Dammit Pansy, you're cutting off my circulation," I grumbled, trying to pry Pansy's death grip off my arm. She looked up at me through hazel eyes, pouting.
"Don't be silly Drakey, we have to make a good entrance!" she simpered, adjusting her robes. I eyed her disgustedly. Oh, I'll get Father for making me go to that Yule Ball with this whiny bitch…ever since, she won't leave me alone!
"I frankly don't care what kind of entrance we make, as long as we make it," I snarled, successfully getting her hand off of me. I've grown significantly in the past few years, and when I decide to exercise this strength, I hardly ever fail. Except, of course, when it came to that great lumbering Weasley. My stormy gray eyes narrowed. That jackass is taller than anyone in the school, and terrifyingly built, as much as I hate to admit it. The last time we got in a fight, I definitely came off worse. But, I remember with malicious satisfaction, the expression on Weasley's face when he found out about a kiss between me and his beloved Granger was more than enough to satisfy. I smirked to myself. I remember scrubbing my face extensively to get the reminder of her Mudblood lips off of my dashingly handsome pureblood face. The only reason I did it was for the expression. And yet…
I sighed inwardly. Granger was such a bloody faithful girlfriend that she had immediately broken down and collapsed back into the redhead's waiting arms. I look to the side of me to see Pansy humming a funeral march to herself and frowning as she picks at her fingernails. God damn Weasley and Granger! Why can't I have a decent girlfriend as well? God knows I deserve it. I abruptly grab Pansy's arm and, ignoring her squeal of surprise, drag her into the Great Hall.
(*)(ginny's pov)
I look up as Malfoy and Pansy walk in. My jaw dropped, to her utter surprise. I quickly clamped it shut and went back to eating my apple, all too aware of my burning face. Malfoy looks…well, to be blunt, he looks damn sexy. Which is incredibly strange. Wasn't he the one responsible for spilling to the entire school about that stupid poem I wrote in second year? I cringed at the memory. Wasn't he the one who had calls my entire family "disgraces to the wizarding world" and constantly made cruel jibes about our lack of money? He's all of these and worse-he's a freaking Malfoy for God sake! What the hell am I thinking?
I roughly shoved the apple into a napkin and got up. I crossed over to the Dream Team's circle, which was now getting bigger and bigger by the second. Despite myself, I can feel a huge wave of jealousy sweep over me as I see like five guys trying to get Hermione's attention. I try and get this all out of my head and I walk up to them, smiling like I've never thought anything bad about them ever before. HA that's funny…
"Gin!" Ron grins happily and grabs my hand, dragging me in. I laugh and I'm suddenly in a huge Ron Bear Hug.
"You stupid git," I say, giggling rubbing my now very sore arms. He grins mischievously.
"Would a fair young…" he runs his eyes over my costume, "…healer partake in a dance with a lowly jester such as I?" I roll my eyes.
"I have a feeling I have no choice," I say, groaning as I'm pulled onto the dance floor.
It's not so bad, actually. We do the Witch Twitch and the Three Step Broom before we collapse in chairs, laughing. Hermione comes up.
"Punch Ron?"
"Thanks," he says gratefully, and pours it down his throat quickly. I look up at Hermione hopefully, but she has no punch for me, and I don't think she realizes I'm there either. I scowl and slump down in my seat, flushed from dancing.
"This was a brilliant idea, wasn't it?" she says pompously, sitting on a chair near us. "I'm very glad I thought of it." I laughed inwardly and grinned at Ron's expression.
"Hey, I helped too you know!" he says indignantly. "If it weren't for me you wouldn't have…" he gestures his arm around rather lamely, "pumpkins!" Hermione laughs and kisses him on the nose.
"Thank you very much for the pumpkins, hun," she says giggling.
I turn away as they continue talking, and silently get up and out. Oh God, to have someone who cares about me as much as they care about each other! But no one cares about me, I think gloomily. I'm just the youngest Weasley, more trouble than I'm worth. I feel the tears welling up before I can stop them, and soon I'm running out of the Hall.
(*)(Draco's POV)
Pansy drags me onto the dance floor. I really don't like dancing, just for the record. "Kindly let me go Pansy!" I say with as much patience as I can muster.
"But we haven't even danced yet!" she says, looking horrified. I bend down and look her in the ugly, squinted eyes.
"Let me go, or I swear to God that I'll tell everyone about you and Longbottom in a closet!" She pales and quickly lets go of me. Laughing, I stride out, ignoring the girls that are looking so blatantly longingly after me. Yes, I'm gorgeous. Yes, I'm disgustingly sexy. I've only been told a million times…the novelty is beginning to wear off.
I walk through the hallways, whistling to myself, the shadows are everywhere. I like shadows-they're dark, discreet. But suddenly a flash of red catches my eye. I draw in my breath as I see her.
She's bloody beautiful. She looks so…chillingly sad, sitting on the window ledge, tears going down her lightly freckled face. But Gods, she looks really familiar…I shrug it off and go up to her.
"So what is a beautiful woman like yourself crying for on Halloween?" I say, coming up to her. She turns around and inwardly, I'm shocked. I don't show it though, Malfoys never show emotion.
"None of your damn business Malfoy," she spits, turning back around. A bloody Weasley. Fantastic.
Jealousy spurts up inside me as I turn on my heel back towards the Hall, away from her tragic and haunting face. Doesn't Potter see what he's missing? Obviously not, I think smirking as I see him and his girlfriend Patil snogging in a corner, or else he would've gotten to her a long time ago.
Wait-what the hell am I saying? She's a Weasley!!! She's not even hot…did I ever think she was hot?
I'm confused. I HATE being confused. I sigh and grit my teeth as Pansy bounces, over, ecstatic I'm back. It's four rounds of Witch Twitch before I can think clearly again, and even then, I don't want to.
Because she haunts my thoughts.