One afternoon during fifth year, before the madness, Draco had been sitting by the Quidditch pitch plotting revenge for some slight and he’d overheard three girls talking about the scorned paramour charm. They said you pressed your hand against it and it’d set you up with someone to get even. They giggled, it was just the thing for a boy to get back at a girl who had been caught kissing another boy in the stacks. Their eyes were gleaming and they were hunched into each other almost whispering.