Perfect Potter. Bloody perfect Potter.
We played Gryffindor today. We lost, again. I almost caught the snitch this time but perfect Potter had to stop me. Like always.
Father says a Malfoy never loses. He says he never lost a single quidditch game. He never had to play Potter.
From the moment his team walks in, I know they'll win. How could they not? They've got him. Perfect Potter. Oh, and perfect he is. The teachers know it, I know it, hell, the whole school knows it. They leap to their feet cheering when he enters the quidditch pitch. I can't walk through the halls with out seeing some girl swooning over him, or some teacher kissing his ass. His perfect little ass. I must admit, it is a nice ass to kiss. Hmmm…kissing, one of the only things I find Potter useful for. It's only a game though. Only a game. One I can win.
Perfect Potter.