I really was brilliant; there was no denying that fact. My plan was fool proof, and the cunning it involved truly belonged in the Slytherin house. Not that I wanted to be in Slytherin: that would be just horrid. Still, I am proud of my masterful plan to finally get Harry Potter, to look at me with something more than bland politeness. I wanted to see his beautiful green eyes alit with love for me, I wanted those eyes gazing longingly into my own.

Now, I'm not obsessed with Harry, I just completely adore everything about him. He's had such an interesting life, I can't help but want to be a part of it, and this plan will ensure that. I know his favourite kinds of chocolates are Chocolate Frogs, and it isn't hard to infuse chocolate with a potion, that whole part will take so little time to accomplish. It is the love potion itself that is giving me trouble, or more specifically getting the ingredients required as well as brewing it correctly. Recently, I started paying more attention in potions class, trying to get as good as I can, because an improperly brewed love potion can have very drastic side-effects and results that I did not even want to think about after reading them in the book.

So I'm careful, I take extra time and dedication in preparing the ingredients, and I time the whole potion perfectly to so that it will be the strongest it can be, and all of it due to energies of a full moon and a high tide. When its finally done, I'm just as careful infusing it into the chocolates, I wouldn't want Harry to suspect anything, after all.

I know its wrong of me to try and take Harry's will away from him like this, but this is my only chance to have Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, the way I want him: mine. The potion wont last forever, eventually his system will process it all and he'll be of his right mind and own free will. By then I plan to have him so besotted with me outside of the potion, that it wont matter anymore. And then, finally, he'll be mine. Mine to love, mine to hold, mine to kiss and cherish for the rest of my life. He'll be mine and will cherish and love me like I love him. Of that I was certain, my plan was too perfect not to work.

All that was left for me to do, now, was to get them into his dorm and onto his bed. This part was almost too easy, I just waited until the boys had all gone down to breakfast, and slipped up the stairs, placing them on the middle of the bed that had to belong to Harry, his trunk was sitting at the end of it, and I had to resist opening it and just feeling his things, but I knew I didn't have much time. So I managed to just put them on the bed, in the perfect position to be spotted as soon as he came into the room, my precious, perfect and unsigned note sitting delicately on top of it.

Now all I had to do was wait for him to find them, and then me, and the rest of my life would be perfect.