Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe and no money is being made from this story. Just borrowed some characters ;)
As it was close to the Christmas break, essays were due and Draco didn't find the time to look at the book.
But then suddenly the last classes were over and nearly everybody was scurrying through the castle, collecting things which needed to be packed in trunks and wishing their friends a merry Christmas.
As Draco returned to Hogwarts a week before the break ended, it was finally time to read the book.
As only a few students were in the castle, he also didn't get bothered by Crabbe and Goyle. This was indeed very helpful, as Draco had his struggles with the book. One evening, he grabbed the book, lied down on his bed and started to search for the charm he was looking for. This was the point when he ran into difficulties.
After two hours, Draco was racked with headache. The pages became blurred and he slowly lost interest in the book.
It contained a lot of strange texts which he didn't understand at all and many of the texts were written in Old English and old symbols.
Draco had to admit that it was more nerve-wracking than he expected it to be. To be honest, he thought he would just sneak into the library, get the book, learn the spell and scare the hell out of Potter, The End.
Well… no.
It took him the next two days to get through only a third of the book as the explanations and possible applications were so hard to make out.
(Well, maybe it wasn't only the font and the language the texts were written in which took him so long to read.
Maybe Draco wasn't so much into reading at all as he simply barely did it. In fact, he really avoided any kind of effort.
Whether he let Pansy write his essays or Potter and Weasley brew his potions in his third year (here a big thanks to Buckbeak…), Draco found his ways to escape any possible kind of work.)
On the third day, Draco started to scan the texts rather than to pay close attention to it. In the evening on the fourth day, he finally found what he was looking for.
How To Summon a Demon, it says. Draco quickly made himself familiar with the text and decided that, as Potter and most of the other students had arrived on this evening, he would start his experiment tomorrow.
Till the next day, Draco told nearly every Slytherin about his plan, knowing that they wouldn't tell a teacher. After lunch he made his way to the girls' lavatory on the first floor. He quickly read through the instructions again.
Draco pulled out his wand and drew a pentagram and a circle around it. Then he put three white candles around the circle and lit them with his wand.
Draco glanced again at the instructions and murmured the spell to summon the demon.
A loud puff could resounded and smoke filled the lavatory. Draco coughed and waved his hand to remove the smoke.
After a few minutes the smoke dispersed, but no demon appeared in its place. Draco looked a bit disappointed and glanced at the pentagram.
And there it was: a tiny little lemon. Draco stared at it, disbelieving. He shook his head, grabbed the book and flicked frantically through the chapter about summoning.
Suddenly, the door to the girls' lavatory flew open and Draco found himself opposite to Severus Snape. He was standing in the doorframe, hands on hips, and, what scared Draco most, with a malicious smirk on his face.
He looked down to Draco.
"Well, my dear Godson. Next time you try to scare someone by summoning some dark objects such as demons, you first should learn how to read.
No matter how much you dislike Granger, but she would have noticed the obvious: This book is full of old texts written in old language and fond.
You didn't read a chapter about how to summon a demon but more about how to summon a lemon. Try to recognize and read texts in italics. By the way, nice lemon you summoned!".
With these words, Snape turned around and Draco could hear the dark laughter of his Godfather.