Draco Malfoy
Seventh Year Potions
Draught of Living Death
The most powerful sleep potion in the world, the draught of living death is an infusion of wormwood and asphodel. It creates a dreamlike state where the victim is the most beautiful person in the world. Her long bushy hair is gorgeous. I love the way it glints in the sunlight. Her eyes are like pools of chocolate with the most entrancing golden flecks in them. One would think that with all the time she spends inside she'd be very pale but somehow she has this golden aura that surrounds her.
She's changed a lot this past year, both physically and personality wise. She's not as reserved as she used to be. She now talks to people who aren't in Gryffindor. Incredible, I know. She hasn't gotten much taller, but she's got curves now -a lot of them- for which the entire male population of Hogwarts is grateful.
She doesn't wear makeup, not even lip gloss. Chapstick is it and I don't think she needs even that. I don't know if she notices the longing looks she gets from the guys at school, but…
"Mr. Malfoy," hissed Snape from behind me, "if you do not want every member of the house of Slytherin to know what is on that piece of parchment, you will put it away and complete the assigned essay."
I was so shocked I didn't move, just sat there staring at the chalkboard. I cannot believe Professor Severus Snape, head of the noble and most esteemed Slytherin house caught me writing that, about her. I honestly thought I would die.
"Now! Mr. Malfoy!" he said, louder and a bit more forcefully, after realising I hadn't complied with his command.
"Yes sir," I responded. Shaking my head, I shoved the offending parchment into my bag, pulling out a fresh sheet. I set to work, all the while trying to get one Hermione Granger out of my head. Soon I fell into a comfortable rhythm, quill gliding across the page, leaving only my flowing script.
At the end of our double potions lesson Snape asked that we hand in our essays. I took my time, hanging back to watch Granger pack up and then leave with the other Gryffindors.
After they'd gone I hurried to the front of the classroom. I'd have to run to get to charms on time. I thrust my parchment in front of Snape and watched as his expression changed from boredom, to shock, to absolute revulsion.
"Mr. Malfoy, I believe I asked for your essay on the draught of living death. The essay you spent the last hour and a half writing, not some ridiculous love letter to Ms. Granger." He said, looking sickened.
I looked down at the sheet of parchment in horror.
"Oh, bugger!"
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