Draco wanted to kick something, hard. He hated losing, most of all to that bloody Potter. He had done everything he could to win that Felix Felicis, and he had been outdone anyway. He had expected Granger to be his only real competition in that class... The lesson was driving him mad. Right after a fifth year Ravenclaw passed him in the corridor, he could swear that he could smell that stupid Amortentia again. At least he had the idea of how to get Crabbe and Goyle as lookouts for him, without anyone noticing. With that thought in mind, he headed to the library to take out Moste Potente Potions.