Dinner that evening was strange for Harry. The Gryffindor's were still looking at him oddly despite Hermione's hard efforts of asking everyone not to.

Also, Draco was acting stiffly at the Slytherin table. He took a plateful of dinner but didn't eat it. He pushed his potatoes around in circles and focused on Harry's actions across the table. As dinner ended, Draco got more anxious. He muttered something to Crabbe without Harry noticing. With a curt nod, Crabbe picked up an orange from the fruit bowl and tossed it over Harry's shoulder. The orange landed on the ground behind the raven haired boy.

'Oh dear,' Crabbe cried dramatically, 'how clumsy of me. Harry, can you get that for me, please?'

Harry's eyes widened. He had just been called by his first name and in a civil manner. He smiled and turned to collect the fruit. Draco took his opportunity. He took a vial out of his pocket. Grabbing Harry's goblet, he poured a small amount of the vial's contents into it and placed it back were it had been. Harry turned back again, orange in hand.

'Here you go,' he said. He handed the orange over. Crabbe chucked it behind him and continued eating his lamb chops.

Harry gave a questioning look to Draco, who merely shrugged.

The Slytherins exited the Great Hall and began making their way back to their common rooms. Harry could hardly keep his eyes open and was depending on others to push him in the right direction. He stumbled in Pansy Parkinson three times before Draco steered him forward. The blonde gave the Gryffindor's a quick look. Seeing Hermione and Ron following them he quickened his pace. He might not be able to handle their questions. He could already hear them in his head.

'Why is Harry falling asleep on his feet?'

'Harry has never been like this before, did you do something to him!'

'WHAT DID YOU DO?'

Draco sighed with relief as Snape came out. The potions master gave the Gryffindor's warning looks. Hermione and Ron backed off and slowly ascended the steps to their own common room.

Soon, Harry was being dragged into his bed. The boy-who-lived slept soundly.

Five minutes later, Harry was snuggling into his pillow under his sheets. Around his bed, all the Slytherins talked.

'So it was the Mudblood who suspected something?'

'She was the one who warned Potter, if it weren't for her Draco needn't have stolen that sleeping draft from Snape.'

'Never mind that, where is the oil?'

'Blaise had it.'

'Right, so how do we do it again?'

'Grrr, why can't I do it, Blaise is useless!'

'Am not!'

'Are to!'

Draco massaged his temples, 'will you two shut up? I'll do it.'

He grabbed the bowl of oil from Blaise's hands. Pointing his wand to the centre of the liquid, he muttered 'pendon arquay'

The oil mixed itself and turned a grey shade. Draco took a handful of it and lightly sprinkled it around Harry. When Harry's body was completely surrounded by oil, seven selected Slytherins stepped forward.

One by one, they spoke each one of the deadly sins to complete the spell.

Nott whispered 'Greed'

'Envy'

'Anger'

'Sloth'

'Pride'

'Gluttony'

'Lust', Draco finished.

The stain on the bed cloth burned a violet colour for a few seconds before returning to normal.

The room seemed to get darker and the Slytherins knew the spell was done. Now all they had to do was wait till tomorrow night…

AN. I don't like this chapter…I don't like picking on Harry but sadly it has to go with the storyline. Please review, just don't tell me how horrible I am cause I'm really not…