Draco could imagine what that filthy Potter was doing. The Weasely girl had entered his room, giggling, and sevral sounds had been heard that were the most disturbing.
He had held lust for Ginny Weasely ever since he had glimpsed her naked in an empty charms classroom with Harry. They were rolling around the floor, kissing madly. And now, there he lay, in the Slytherin common room, bags under his eyes. How horrible. How depressing. How- fucking- sad.
Not that he was a virgin, no- he was most likely Hogwarts's Sex God- but it seemed the girls he really wanted never did come. If only there was a charm- like the imperius curse- to make her do whatever she wanted.
The Mudblood would know, Draco though, envisioning Granger. He'd banged her the other day; now she followed him like a puppy. He never did the same girl twice, except the special ones. Those were exceptional.
On the hunt to find Granger, he thought, it could be the title of one of my memoirs. He was planning it out already: one title would solely be based on Harry- Fucking- Potter and his girlfriend, Ginny Weasely.
'Draco!' He heard a voice squeal. It seemed he had found the mudblood already.
'Hello, Granger.' Malfoy said dully. 'I was wondering- y'know, for Charms class-' that was a total lie, he seldom even attended his classes anymore- 'If there is a potion or charm or anything, to make people do what you want them to do- apart from the Imperius Curse, o'course.'
He never expected Granger to do like that: he expected her to sigh, and say that it wasn't really possible- but her eyes seemed to sparkle and she said, almost shouted, really- 'Oh, I do, Draco, I was just reading in my potions book- its really deadly, but you won't want to use it, I suppose- its also illegal, but there still is a potion- its called the Control Draught- it gives you complete control over any person you give it to, until your say.'
She fished around her bag, and pulled out a heavy book entitled 'Moste Dangerous Potions And Charmes', by Valenyino Froyarto. She turned the pages hurriedly, until she found the one she was looking for. 'Here it is, the Control Draught. It's awfully complicated though. It takes two months.'
'Could you make it for me? Fotr potions, I have to prepare this draught, whatever. I'd really like it if you-' he paused, giving her a worried, anxious and very fake smile. '- but if you don't want to, I'd be OK with it… you know…'
'Oh, yes, Draco. I shall make it. Anything for you, my love!'