Prologue

It was past midnight and inside an abandoned classroom, Draco Malfoy was getting impatient.

'The bitch, she said 'five past twelve'. Bloody hell, I'm not going to wait like some stupid idiot!'

He decided to leave, just then the doorknob slowly turned and creaked open.

"Finally."

After closing the door behind her, she faced Draco Malfoy.

"I will give what you want since third year."

"And that is...?"

Her robe drop on the floor with a seductive sigh.

Draco caught his breath, the black nightgown she wore left nothing to the imagination.

"What do you want?" he rasped, breathing hard.

She smiled, obviously aware of his apparent discomfort. She leaned close to him and whispered to his ear.

He looked at her in surprise.

"A simple yes or no would do," she told him. There was a sickening glee in her tone.

Draco took one look at the maddening swell of her breasts, straining against her flimsy black nightgown, and muttered, "All right, I'll do it."

"I know you would," she told him, smiling. "You won't be disappointed."

An hour later, he was back in his room in the Slytherin Tower. Lying on his back, eyes closed, he recalled what she asked him to do. He was doubtful if it would work, but then he wouldn't be a Malfoy if he didn't.

To be continued