Pansy Parkinson knew that she loved Draco Malfoy with all her heart. She loved the slick blonde hair, which just begged her to run her fingers through it. She loved his trim, muscular, Quidditch players body. She wanted to undress him, right here and now, in the Great Hall, just so that she could gaze upon it. She didn't do it, because she knew it would embarrass Draco, and she never did anything that she knew Draco would not approve of. Pansy felt like she would simply die if those smoky, grey eyes fixed her with a gaze of disapproval. Draco's pretty pink lips formed a smile and Pansy leant across and pressed her own lips against them.

Draco sometimes wondered how on earth he had become obsessed with the one Slytherin who did not worship him. In fact the person he loved did not even like him. Never one to worry, Draco just thanked Merlin that he was an excellent potioneer. When nobody at the breakfast table was looking, he reached across and slipped Pansy her daily dose of love potion.