For example, Draco Malfoy.
Oh, Draco, Draco... I remember your dumbfounded physiognomy when we met at the ministerial reception for "the special ones". You have heard about my scandalous return from nonexistence, of course. But we saw each other for the first time in many years.
You obviously did not expect such agility from me. You, too, were plagued by the post-war frenzy of the "witch hunt", but you were always quirky enough and able to get into any hole without soap if it benefited your family. Perhaps you were one of the few who understood where my not quite virtuous behavior came from - you used the same methods for the same purposes.
No wonder you were instantly interested in the sleek, titled bitch that I turned myself into. It's amazing that I took an interest in you. I have never been promiscuous in my liaisons, and from a practical point of view, you were completely useless to me: the Deputy Minister of Magic is not a heavyweight in the world of magical politics, and my influence at the time of our meeting was much higher than yours. And you could not use me to achieve your goals with all your legendary cunning.
Maybe it is a simple fact that I have not had a man for a long time: my authority by that time had grown and strengthened so much that I did not have to organize my affairs through bed. And you are handsome, not spoiled by virtue and rich enough to pay a restaurant bill. Therefore, when once at dinner you presented me the silver comb encrusted with emeralds, I accepted it. Being aware of the social life of magical Britain, you undoubtedly knew what it meant to give me such a gift.
You didn't suck in bed and that's why you stayed in my life longer than one night. But who would have thought that Lord Malfoy, a hereditary wizard, Deputy Minister, a respected father of the family, would manage to fall in love - and with whom! The filthy Mudblood Granger! But here you go. Fell in love like a stupid teenager overwhelmed with hormones. I became your longing, your insomnia. Oh yeah, my life's sweetest dream.
Alas, I could not answer your feelings. You started to annoy me with your completely inappropriate snobbery, and even your election as Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the school did not make me tolerate your complacency.
And then you found out about your son's romance with my Rose. Interesting kid, by the way. A rebel, a nihilist, a troublemaker, even a hippie in some ways. It is hard to believe that "as stiff as they come" Malfoys could have generated such an odd miracle. I remember when they first appeared together at the Christmas ball shocked Harry whispered in my ear: "Craving for Slytherins is hereditary!" You found out and sabotaged my appointment to the post of director of Hogwarts. A very characteristic act for a person in love, cannot argue here. It's not that I have suffered much from this demarche of yours: a couple of meetings with the right people, a few promising smiles, a little blackmail to be sure - and you are no longer the Chairman, but I am Madam Director. Do not wake the sleeping lioness, milord.
But I still have something left of you: heavy silver comb inlaid with emeralds.