On Daphne Greengrass

In the dusty, cobwebbed corner of the abandoned library, a solitary figure hunched over a book so ancient it seemed to pulsate with forgotten secrets. Draco Malfoy's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and greed as he traced his fingers over the brittle pages, his heart racing with every word he deciphered. He had stumbled upon the lost book of Slytherin, a treasure trove of dark magic that had eluded the grasp of every student for centuries. The book was bound in leather as black as the darkest night, adorned with intricate silver runes that shimmered in the moonlight streaming through the grimy windows.

The spells within were not the typical incantations of power and destruction that one would expect from the Slytherin lineage. Instead, they were darker, more insidious, focusing on the art of seduction and manipulation. Draco's lip curled in contempt as he read through the incantations designed to bend the will of women, to make them crave the touch of the caster. He had always despised Harry Potter, the golden boy of Gryffindor, and the thought of using such spells against Harry's girlfriend, Daphne, brought a wicked smile to his face. It would serve Potter right to have his precious Daphne turned into a mindless servant of lust, and Draco knew just how to wield this newfound power to its fullest extent.

As he read further, the words of the spells seemed to whisper in his ear, tempting him with their allure. He could feel the magic coiling around him, eager to be unleashed. His thoughts grew darker, more twisted with every page. The book contained spells that could make any woman irresistible to the caster, spells that could inflame desire beyond reason, and even spells that could erase memories of past love, replacing them with an all-consuming obsession. Draco's mind raced with the possibilities, the power to crush Harry's heart beneath his boot sole with Daphne as the prize.

The corridors of Hogwarts were quiet as Draco made his way back to the Slytherin common room, the book tucked safely under his arm. He couldn't wait to test the spells on Daphne. He knew Harry had feelings for her, and it was common knowledge that she had a soft spot for the heroic Gryffindor. This was his chance to not only win the girl, but to humiliate Harry in the most profound way possible. As he approached the portrait hole, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the task ahead.

Once inside, Draco retreated to his private study, the walls adorned with tapestries depicting the grandeur of his family's history. He closed the door and pulled out the book, the leather creaking as he flipped through the pages. The candlelight danced over the parchment, revealing spells with names that sent shivers down his spine. He chose one that seemed particularly potent and began to murmur the incantation under his breath, his eyes fixed on a small, framed photo of Daphne he had stolen from the Gryffindor common room. The air grew thick with magic, and he could feel the power surging through him.

Days turned into weeks as Draco meticulously practiced the spells in secret. His mind was a whirlwind of dark incantations and twisted desires. He watched Daphne from afar, studying her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He knew Harry would be at Quidditch practice, leaving her **** and alone. Draco's patience was a weapon sharper than any sword.

The moment arrived on a crisp autumn afternoon. He spotted her walking through the courtyard, her hair shimmering like spun gold in the sunlight. She was lost in thought, her eyes distant as she meandered under the crimson leaves of the Whomping Willow. Draco approached, the book hidden beneath his robes, his heart pounding in anticipation. As she passed by the hidden entrance to the Slytherin common room, he stepped out of the shadows, casting the spell before she had a chance to react.

Her eyes widened in surprise, then a look of confusion clouded her features as the incantation took hold. Draco watched with a smug satisfaction as the color drained from her cheeks, replaced by a feverish flush that spread down her neck. Her pupils dilated, and she swayed slightly, as if under a hypnotic trance. The magic was working. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress her face, but she didn't flinch away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The incantation had been successful.

He led her to a secluded corner of the library, the same spot where he had discovered the book. The scent of dust and ancient tomes filled the air as he whispered the final words of the spell. Daphne's eyes glazed over, and she stared at him with a hunger that was not her own. Draco felt a thrill of power surge through him as he knew that she was now his to command. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his, and he knew that she would do anything he asked, crave any touch he gave.

With a flick of his wand, he conjured a velvet couch, the color of fresh blood. He guided her down onto it, her eyes never leaving his. She was his plaything now, and he reveled in the control he had over her. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, feeling the electricity of the magic crackling between them. Her breath hitched, and she responded with a passion that was as genuine as it was ****. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding down her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.