A/N: I've been working with this story for a long time and it probably won't make much sense at the beginning but… I want to write it. I don't know how long this story will end up being if it even gets reviewed and I end up continuing, but right now it feels like it might be sort of short. But we can change that!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.


Some would say I have a gift. Others would say I had a power. I would say I had a problem.

I have had women all over me my entire life. Girls my age, older, younger, my parents' friends, teachers – all of them. There's something about me they all love. It could be my dashing good looks; platinum blonde hair, tall and skinny, piercing eyes. Or my incessant charm, wit, and intelligence.

I'm getting off topic. The point is everyone has just seen me as your above-average sex god who takes it all for granted and loves women. But I have come to realize that there's more to it than that. I think I may have slight emotional problems.

It was January, maybe a week after winter vacation had ended, and I was walking through the hallways receiving flirtatious phrases from girls, envious glares, and even stares of awe from the younger boys.

If only they knew.

"Draco!" someone cried, popping up next to me.

"Hi, Pansy…" I answered reluctantly.

"What are you doing tonight…?" she asked seductively. Or at least, what she thought was seductively.

"Homework," I answered plainly.

She forced a loud laugh. "Homework! That's a good one, Drakie. Really, what are you doing?"

"Homework," I repeated.

She stopped and stared at me. I stared back.

"I… I don't get it…" she said, puzzled.

Luckily, we had reached the location of my next class. So I just turned and stepped inside.


That evening at dinner I ate with my usual group. Pansy pouted at me from across the table as I scanned the room for that night's conquest. I came to the conclusion a few seconds later that I was going to sleep solo for the night. I'd practically done everyone in the fifth, sixth, and seventh years and I was getting a bit tired. No one would have ever believed me if I said that out loud.

So when I finished my meal I ignored Pansy's protests and headed straight up to the prefect's dormitory. It was a single room near the prefect's bathroom with just a large bed, nightstand, and dresser. It was almost as though they knew what students were going to use it for. Everyone knew it was mine, though. If anyone wanted to use it for the night they had to take it up with me and rent it out. Although as of that night I had never gotten a request for that. I think they all admired me too much to take away a chance for me to use my "ability", if you will.

It was only seven-o-clock, I didn't have much to do, and I hadn't done my homework in ages so I decided to try it out. I took out my Potions homework and began writing. I got sick of it by nine-o-clock and climbed into bed. This was the first night in a while that I wasn't sleeping with anyone. It was a strange experience; it really was. To not feel the warmth of someone beside you that you're used to is an odd feeling of deprivation.


The next night I brought Pansy up to the room but it took me two hours to fall asleep, and I woke up with the sun that morning. She was lying soundly asleep on my chest. I glanced down at her. For some reason I didn't feel a thing. And I'm not talking sexually. It felt like a part of me was missing that was usually fulfilled by women. I felt complete in the mornings and that's why I did it. But suddenly these girls just weren't cutting it anymore. I knew that I needed some new meat.

Time went on. I woke up alone and confused every morning before remembering my chance of sleeping habits. I wasn't eating right, I wasn't getting enough sleep – and it was showing.

"What's wrong with you, Draco?" Blaise finally asked me during breakfast two weeks later.

I poked at some eggs with my fork and merely shrugged.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he questioned bluntly.

"Two weeks," I managed to let out.

Blaise snorted into his hand.

"Don't laugh at me," I retorted. "You know perfectly well that it has nothing to do with me not being able to get any action. Because you know I'm capable of that!"

Blaise just continued laughing.


I knew there had to be something out there that would cure my so-called problem. It never occurred to me that it could be a person. As far as I was concerned, I had slept with every available person in the entire school. So what difference would it make if I slept with someone again? Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten someone that I had yet to sleep with. And if you had told me just a month before that she would be the answer to my problem, I probably would have drowned myself in the lake.

But I continued to go on with my life, although I was withering away as a person. I had lost an extreme amount of weight and I was skinny to begin with. I was becoming even paler and my eyes were sunken in. And there's something else that I've never old anyone before: my hair was falling out a bit, too.

People didn't treat me like they used to. They avoided me a bit. The only person who would really talk to me was Blaise, but he would generally just make fun of me.

There was something that I would do when I really needed to clear my head. I hadn't done it in about a year or so, but I used to do it a lot. It helped me think and sort stuff out. I would sit in a certain spot outside the castle where no one would ever go with by back against the frigid stone wall. I would sit only in my flannel pajama pants with a cigarette and let the snow fall down on me.

I know it's weird but it helped.

It had been a month so that first week of February, I was sitting in my spot with my eyes closed, my legs folded over each other and my back stick straight against the stone wall. I let out a long smoky breath and flicked the ashes off the end of my cigarette, still with my eyes closed. Until I heard a scream.

It was a quick, girly scream that one usually releases out of shock. I opened an eye. A few feet away, Hermione Granger had stepped around the corner of the castle and laid her Mudblood eyes upon me. She sighed and looked away, collecting herself.

"Malfoy," she finally said, "what on earth are you doing?"

"Sitting shirtless in the snow and smoking a cigarette, what does it look like to you?" Thankfully I was back to my sarcastic old self.

"You smoke?" she questioned.

"Nice observation."

"No, it's just that I've never seen a wizard smoke before…" she told me.

"Well now you have," I replied. "You learn something new everyday."

"That you do," she said quietly, starting to walk by me.

"Well, what are you doing over here, Granger?" I asked, slightly envious of her warm coat and scarf.

"Walking through the snowy grounds alone, what does it look like I'm doing?" she responded, waltzing off and leaving me to wheeze alone in her footprints.


I may have gotten my ability to remark sarcastically back, but I didn't get my skills at deduction. It took me until that night, falling asleep solo in the prefect's dorm once again, to realize that Granger was the only girl in the sixth or seventh years that I had not slept with.

I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind and tried to fall asleep. But I couldn't. It wasn't just the thought of sleeping with a nasty Mudblood; I hadn't been able to sleep for quite some time. It was one of the side effects to my newly discovered problem.

Eventually I was lucky enough to slip into dreamland, as I always was, but, as usual, it wasn't until three hours before I was going to wake up the next morning anyway.


The next morning my first class was Potions which happened to, of course, be with Granger. Every time I looked at her the thought of sleeping with her to get out of this filthy state of starvation and insanity filled my brain and made me want to puke the nonexistent contents of my stomach. It was awful. But by the end of the day, after her poisoning my brain throughout several classes, I had come to the conclusion that I would have to do just that; sleep with her. And it would take time and willpower. But it was the only way it could be done.


A/N: This story isn't just about sex… Although it definitely sounds like it is. This isn't really the way I was hoping it would turn out but it did. Oh well. I know I have a billion stories right now but won't let me upload for some reason because my "stories" page doesn't load. I'll try and upload from another computer when I have a chance. Tell me your truthful feelings on this story! Voldemort and Death Eaters in later chapters… Oh, if you review I'll give you some Annie's Mac and Cheese. Mmmm…