THE INN, MUCH like all things in the wizarding world, was much larger on the inside than was possible from the out. The elevator hummed, moving at lightning speed as it shot up to the fortieth floor. On the outside the building had only had three or four floors, yet inside the buttons on the elevator indicated that there were fifty-five total.
The shutters creaked and rattled as they finally opened at their destination; a narrow, shabby-carpeted hallway lined with doors numbered in brass: 400 to 410.

"What was that about?" Seven finally asked as Draco pushed open the door marked 407.

He sighed, pulling off his cloak and hanging it on the back of the door, then he took hers too, hanging it besides his own, "That, was Cedric Diggory. The man practically gets off on being a white knight."

"Oh, so you know him then?" Said Seven, slumping down on the bed, grateful to finally have some reprieve for her aching feet.

  "Regretibly, yes." Seven didn't need to see his face to hear Draco's distaste as he picked up the remote to the small television and chucked it at her, "He used to follow Mara around Hogwarts like a kicked puppy. Put on whatever you want to watch."

Seven fumbled over the buttons for the on switch, and when finally the screen flickered to life — she quickly switched it off again. She didn't need to see today's string of executions to know they were happening. The screen shut to black just as the latest body fell limp into the waiting arms of a noose. A shiver crawled down her spine.

"You don't think they alter the tapes of the executions too?" Seven thought aloud, more hopeful than she had any right to be. The thought was a dim candle to the endless night sky; a small mercy, yet worthless in the grand scheme of things, "They could reuse those too and that's why they never seem to run out of people to hang or rebels to torture..."

  Draco seemed more tired than anything, a soft response, a respite to his usual barking bite, "No, Seven, I don't."

  Feeling smaller than before, she deflated, "I didn't either."

Three Sins; that was all that remained. Greed, Envy, Wrath. The three strongest; two militant killers, one original Horcrux.
Greed would be next, an illusive woman, rarely seen by the public eye. Some say her avoidance of publicity came down to her hardly being human at all. Though a woman now through and through, Greed had not always been that way; before the war she had been the snake, Nagini, granted feet and legs and all other human divinities by the Dark Lord for her loyalty.
Only, her loyalty had only extended as long as her captivity, for once returned to her humanity, rumour had it that Nagini had rejected the Dark Lord and all his cruelties — and so he had her locked away. A figure-head in name alone, she had no real power over the districts.

The Dark Lord, weakened and frail as he was from an already fragmented soul being torn into a further six additional Sins, had not the power or magic to turn her back to serpent-form as punishment for her disobedience. And so, human she was to stay, though silenced.
Whisper among the districts was that he had her tongue torn out and her lips sewn shut from the inside, for Nagini was never heard to speak, or perhaps, after being a serpent for so many years she had simply forgotten how to.

Now Nagini was only occasionally seen during those rare, annual broadcasting propos of all seven Sins together, spearheaded always by the Dark-Lord himself. Nagini always closest to his left side, whilst Wrath stood sentinel to his right.

"Seven?" She hadn't realised Draco had been standing over her, "Are you listening?"

"What?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "It doesn't matter. What are you thinking about?" Then he added mockingly, "You look a little pale..."

"Nothing concerning you." She snapped, looking anywhere but his eyes. Something about Draco's latest personality set her on edge, too kind to be true, too cruel to care.

"Of course not." He said with a wink.

She narrowed her eyes up at him and scoffed, "What are you implying?"

His head cocked, mischief toying with the corner of his mouth. A look she wished he wouldn't wear quite so well.

"You look a little apprehensive is all... You're not afraid to share a bed with me, are you Seven?"

  "Are you?" She bit back, "Are you sure you're not the one that's afraid to share?"

"Yes, Seven," He pulled out a chair from the desk, sitting on it the wrong way around so that he could lean his arms across the back, "Because you're so entirely terrifying."

"Fine. Be like that. Perhaps I should go take Cedric up on his offer instead, that way you can have it all to yourself, I might go pay him a visit later on."

The change was instantaneous, his smile dropped, eyes darkened, "You'll do no such thing. You're staying here, with me."

"Oh, yeah?" Seven said sweetly, "We'll see about that..."

"You dare so much as try leave this room and I'll be dragging you back by your hair."

Seven's smile didn't falter, saccharine in that way she knew drove him mad, "Ok, Draco."

"I'm serious, Seven." He snarled, "Don't even try it."

She sat up on the edge of the bed, cocking her head and tucking her legs beneath her, "It's okay if you're afraid to share, Draco, I'm sure I could help you learn."

"You think you could teach me?" A muscle in his forearm flexed, bracing against the head of the chair, "And how exactly would you do that?"

"How best would you suggest?" Behind the toying lay something keener, deeper, something in her that clung desperately to his answer. She would do whatever he wanted her to do, be however he wanted her to be. Anything to bring him closer, hold him tighter. Anything to keep him here, as hers, if only for just a little while longer.
His heart was a hollow clay, his eyes fire — and she the wax, melted by his desire, cast into whatever empty space of his he needed filling.

He stared at her, almost painfully so, as if it took every ounce of his restraint to stay seated. She wished he wouldn't. Draco's jaw ticked, taught despite the lingering tease that held his lips, "I'm a visual learner, Seven."

"That's okay," Seven smirked, "I'm sure Cedric would let you watch." And with that, she got up from the bed, moving for the bathroom.
He caught her wrist as she passed, yanking her into an all too severe halt. Draco didn't look at her, eyes fixed to the place on the bed where she had been, "Use anyone against me, use a Weasley, or the Sins or even Mara, but don't ever try to hurt me through Cedric Diggory." His grip tightened. Seven bit her lip to stifle a cry, "Because I promise you it won't end well, not for him... Not for you."

She yanked herself free, glaring at him as she rubbed the red ring that lingered around her wrist. Knowingly or not, he had just armed her with a round of ammunition to use against him, if only she could be brave enough to.

In the bathroom, Seven locked the door and turned the faucet on, running her fingers under the stream of cold water, then splashing it over her face.

"Wake up," She whispered to herself, staring at her reflection in the small, round mirror that hung over the basin, "This is not a game you want to be playing..." and certainly not with him. There were no winners in this world, not anymore — even the Sins were bound to serve until death, willing or otherwise.

The girl that stared back through the mirror felt like a slap in the face. Green eyes. Black hair. Wide eyes. Seven had come full circle, the way she was when Draco had first found her all that time ago in Lust.
The games between them had begun long ago, at first fighting the same fight — the Sins — but soon their attentions turned to one another; battling to prove their worth, and then, most deadly of all; fighting feelings.

Ok sorry it's been a hot minute since the last update, I took some time off but I'm back now :)
Also — for no reason other than the fact I'm immature, the shower scene I promised will have to wait until next chapter because... 69;)