Malfoy gawked as he watched Seige Abbott's little nifty ass twist while she made her way down the corridor, walking just at the side of her cousin, Hannah. He had a seriously problem. Not only was she the newest witch in Slytherin, she was the most attractive, as well. So attractive that it made Pansy Parkinson look like a Hipogriff.
Everything about her made Malfoy giddy. He just wanted to be all over her, all around her, and all up in her, if you know what I mean.
Seige had just been kicked out of Beauxbaton's for a slight mishap, but she wasn't a french goody good. She was actually from London and, to Malfoy's enjoyment, she was basically a boy toy.
Every guy she passed in the corridor wanted a peace of her, including the deranged Harry Potter. But all little Seige cared about was what Fred Weasley thought of her.
Seige was so in love with Fred that even George thought she'd swallowed a love potion. But she didn't. She just wanted Fred that bad.
Malfoy thought there wasn't a way in hell to get her in bed if she was stuck up Fred's ass 24/7, so he had to play it cool. Make her want him. And there was only one way. He just had to put all his Malfoy magic to good use.