I am misunderstood. Everyone believes that, although one of the bad guys, I do not want to be a Death Eater. That is true. Everyone believes that I was forced by my father. That is not true. Everyone believes I'm in the lower ranks of the Death Eaters. That is not true. Everyone knows that a Malfoy always gets what he wants. That is true. But what nobody know is that I want her… and to be the next Dark Lord.

She's the one I want. She's unattainable, the forbidden fruit. Who cares if she's a mudblood? The Dark Arts are not about blood. Only Voldemort and those pureblooded imbeciles believe that. Anyways, she's smart, and would be quite lovely if it weren't that hideous hair. When she's mine, her hair will be tamed. She will be beautiful, and every man will want her. And every woman will be envious of Hermione Granger. One day, she will be mine. One day, she will follow me willingly.