Draco Malfoy was swaggering around like he owned the place (being his common room, he sort of did!), telling all the simpering girls that approached him that yes, he had actually done all the charms himself. His reward for his lies? A quick snog and a change to squeeze the arse of a girl whose name he wouldn’t even remember five minutes afterwards.

But it wasn’t only him that was behaving like that. They all were. And not just the Slytherins. Terry Boot. Harry Potter. Even Ron Weasley! It actually made me feel physically sick. But all the other girls loved it.