Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to JK Rowling. This is a series of one-shots based on the Seven Deadly Sins.

Envy n. "To feel displeasure and ill-will at the superiority of (another person) in happiness, success, reputation, or the possession of anything desirable; to regard with discontent another's possession of some superior advantage which one would like to have for oneself."- OED, online.

"Resentment of others for their possessions (Dante: "Love of one's own good perverted to a desire to deprive other men of theirs"). In Latin lists of the Seven Deadly Sins, envy is referred to as invidia."- Wikipedia

Envy

If she was being honest with herself, Millicent Bulstrode could admit that she was envious of Pansy Parkinson and the mudblood Hermione Granger.

It was easy to understand why she was envious of Pansy. Parkinson had everything that Millie had ever wanted. She was the kind of girl that turned heads and caught people's attention as she waltzed along the hallways of Hogwarts. She was small and had the kind of body that could grace the front of Witch Weekly without them having to alter the picture. Millie knew she wasn't like that. She was plain and fat and ugly. What galled her the most, though, was the fact that Parkinson could sit at the table and gorge herself and not put on an ounce of weight. It was disgusting. It was hideous. It was so damned unfair!

There was another reason Millie resented Pansy. She envied her, her perfect life. Life in the Bulstrode residence behind closed doors was hell. Pansy's life was so damned perfect. Her life was already planned out for her: at nineteen she would marry Draco Malfoy, at twenty-one she would give him a son and heir, by the age of thirty she would have had another three children. Millie didn't have that. All she had was her father berating her for eating too much, for not taking time with her appearance, for just generally being her and not the perfect Pansy Parkinson who all good pureblood daughters should strive to be like.

Millie wanted to be Pansy, to have her life.

Surprisingly she also envied the mudblood Hermione Granger, though not for her looks. Granger was far too common in her appearance, it showed her Muggle heritage. What Millie envied was Granger's brains. Millie would have given almost anything to be able to give witty repartees and snide comments veiled in pleasantries. She also wanted to know things. Not just things either, she wanted to know the why and the how and the who and the what.

Millie knew she wasn't quite cut out for academic work. Sitting in front of tomes bore her to tears; she just couldn't understand half of what was in them. This was why she wanted Hermione's brains. She wanted to be able to understand the first time, not the fifty-first. She also wanted to be able to fling insults with the best of them.

Millie wanted to be more than she was. She wanted to be a lot more than she was. So she decided to make the Haves, like Pansy and Granger pay.

It was so deliciously easy to do it. To take away Pansy's beauty, to make sure no one ever looked at her with anything but disgust. All it took was a sleeping draught and a couple of Dark spells she'd found hidden in one of the many books she wasn't supposed to know about at home. Pansy would never be pretty again.

Granger was easy too. She was so easy to break. Millie had thought she would be hard- Gryffindors were supposed to be strong, weren't they? Granger wasn't. The terror in Granger's ordinary brown eyes when she realised her fate had been captivating. She hadn't begged; perhaps, then, she was more of a Gryffindor than she appeared. Granger didn't know anything anymore. Not even her name. Millie was pleased.

Millie was ecstatic with her work. Then she spotted Ginny Weasley and envy consumed her again.