Draco crept quickly up the stairs leading to his dormitory. He knew he had homework but his father's letter had been bugging him all day. Draco had to be fast, he knew it wouldn't be long before someone noticed he was missing and come to find him. 'Probably Pansy' thought Draco. He sat down on his luxurious bed and with shaking fingers ripped open the envelope and read the letter.
Draco,
How's Hogwarts? (Draco knew he didn't really care what the answer to this question was) Last Thursday evening I travelled to your school on Ministry business requiring me to visit your headmaster, Dumbledore. After our meeting I called into Slytherin Tower to see young Nott about his father (who has recently been sent to Azkaban), but there was no one in your common room. As I was leaving I spotted a piece of paper on your notice board advertising a party to be thrown the next night by some Gryffindors. I decided to conjure you some magically spiked drinks to do with them what you pleased. I just wanted to make sure you were clear it was I who left them for you. I hope you used them wisely.
Your father,
Lucious Malfoy.
Draco sighed with relief, 'That was nothing like I thought it would be, for my father that was positively pleasent'.
Yes, the Slytherins had certainly used the drinks well, not knowing where they came from or what was in them, they took the drinks to the Gryffindor party and gave them to the people who they hated most.
The first went to Harry Potter, the prick. The second bottle went to Hermione Granger, because she was a mudblood of course. The third to Justin Finch-Flenchy, because everyone in Slytherin hated him for just being alive. The last bottle of unknown liquid would have gone to the most discusting Weasley but he was no where to be seen, so it was sneekily given to Kevin Archwright the second most hated mudblood at Hogwarts. Nothing noticable had happend to these people (like their skin turning purple, antlers sprouting from theirs heads and, Draco's personal favourite, a sudden inability to breathe) but there was still hope.
Draco had just made to leave his room when all of a sudden Pansy Parkinson bounded in.
"Oh, there you are sweety. I got quite worried when I couldn't see you in the common room! Oh whats that Draco?" Pansy had just noticed the letter in Draco's hand and made to take it from him but he whipped his hand out of sight, Pansy looked quite affronted by this."Oh it's nothing," he said "I'm coming back down now."
With that he put the letter on his bed side table and lead a curious Pansy who was eyeing his letter sneakily back to the common room.