Draco
I don't really understand people sometimes. I mean, like not people who are crazy, or weird, or anything like that, I mean regular normal people. They don't make sense to me. I mean, one second, you are complete and utter enemies with someone, and then, ten minutes later, POOF! You love them! That is what has been happening every single year at Hogwarts! All of my older sisters have fallen in love with a Weasley. A WEASLEY! How preposterous! Yes, I know what you may be asking yourself, 'Oh, Malfoy, you hunky man- boy, how on earth could you possibly have sisters who probably aren't have as smoking hot as you?' If you asked that, I would say thank you, and then reply: My parents had many girls, one year after another, but this is not what my father had wanted. He wanted a boy to share his pride with! So they stopped after me. Back to the point, around the middle of every year, in sixth year, my sisters would fall in love with whatever Weasley they would be the same age with. I wonder why…
Ron
As a was collecting my bags that I dropped on the floor, I eyed Malfoy and his followers striding by me. Malfoy insulted the quality of my bags, and I gave him evil- eye; he deserved it! Instead of making some rude remark or strutting off to Snape's dungeon he just stood there and stared at me. He stared at me for so long I noticed he had big, full, brown eyes. Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle had been trying for so long to get him to keep walking, and Pansy had to kiss him full on the lips to get him to get out of his trance- like state. He shook his head and looked confused, then he shot me a dirty look and kept walking to the dungeons. I have never been so confused in my life.
Draco
I wish I could explain it all to that red-headed Weasley, I wish I could! But I can't. I can't shame the Malfoy's, now can I? No, I can't tell Ron that I had taken a potion before class, and I can't tell him that that potion was supposed to make me fall in love with him, and I can't tell him that that is what had happened every year, and I can't tell him that that is why all my sisters ran off with his brothers, and I certainly can't tell him that it happened to me! I can't, I can't I can't! Oh, but how I can't get his flaming red hair out of my head. And those freckles; how I adore those freckles! But what is a Malfoy to do? I was happy when Pansy kissed me, and brought me back to reality, but I am sad that he showed no sign of jealousy. But I am being stupid now; why would he be jealous? He doesn't love me, I love him. If anything, I would be the one to be jealous and angry. Unfortunately, that is the reason why Lavender Brown is in the Hospital Wing. Because I used a spell out of jealousy, and I didn't know what the spell did. It was Fachienos Infanteianum