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˜ you are in year 4 so you're around 14-15 years old. you're b-day is 1 July 1980, meaning you're a cancer ˜

Hogwarts 1994 

You pulled open the velvety, green curtains around your bed, squinting at the light it let in. Wiping the sleepiness from your eyes, your hand reached out to the bedside table. You stumbled around, trying to find your wand to turn off the alarm clock kept on a table in the middle of your dorm which was charmed to go off at exactly 6:15 every weekday morning, but Nyx got to it first.

"Early bird catches the flobberworm," she said in her soft, singsong voice.

It had been just over two weeks since your fourth year started, but you still weren't used to getting up so early. Your bare feet touched the cold, stone floor when you stood up and you shivered in response. Pancy Parkinson was still passed out in the bed across from you. It seemed you weren't the only one slow to adapting to the new routine.

"Pancy!" You called out. "Wake up!"

She groaned.

"Five more minutes."

"You always say that, and then five turns into thirty and you're always late for Charms class."

She groaned again, and you rolled your eyes.

Forty-five minutes later, you were freshly showered and dressed and headed for the Great Hall. Stomach growling, you picked up the pace and made your way down one of the grand staircases. On the way you, quite literally, passed through the ghost of the knight with an arrow sticking out of his forehead. Giving a slight grimace, you wondered what lead up to his sticky end.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs and turning into one of the corridors, you stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of a silvery-blonde head. He was turned away from you, but you'd spent enough years in class with him to recognize Draco Malfoy anywhere. He was standing with Crabbe and Goyle and you heard him snicker at something Goyle said. You paused, wondering if it was a good idea to give him a hug. You, like few others, actually liked Malfoy even though his reputation was being the most notorious bully in your year.

Malfoy hadn't really acknowledged your existence your first two years at Hogwarts. It wasn't until you became friends with Nyx Le blanc , who then included you in their little friend group. After some thought, you went up to the blonde boy and gave him a hug from behind. He looked back, face full of anger and confusion until he realized it was you. And there it was. His pale pink lips curved into his classic smirk. You hadn't seen him up close since last school year. He'd gotten taller, much taller, over the summer and was now nearly a full head taller than you. Platinum blonde hair was brushed neatly out of his eyes, a light blue-grey peeking out from behind long, blonde eyelashes.

"Morning Linda" he said

"Morning Malfoy "

"Since when do you call me by my last name?"

"Since today" and you playfully hit his hand.

And before he could say anything else, Harry Potter went past and draco's smirk dropped and turned into an annoyed expression. 

"Oh, look who we have here!" spat draco

"I'm not in the mood Malfoy" and he left as soon as he finished his sentence .

In truth, you didn't know Harry Potter very well. He was a nice boy; you had taken from your few conversations with him, when Hermione introduced you to him . And he was handsome enough, you supposed. But his fame had so many girls fawning over him that you had never considered getting close to him, platonically or otherwise. You and Hermione mainly spent your time together in library. The two of you had only become friends in your third year after you approached her to ask if you could study for a Charms exam together. After all, she was "the brightest witch of her age" and you desperately needed as many O's as you could get. The two of you hit it off -and more importantly, did exceptionally well on the exam- prompting you to decided to become study partners for any classes you had together from that day on.

Speaking of Hermione, you needed to give her the notes she had leant you from History of Magic the day before. You decided to leave draco with Crabbe and Goyle and headed towards the Great Hall.You pushed open the doors and your eyes quickly went to the Gryffindor table, scanning for bushy, brown hair. After several seconds, you shrugged and figured she simply hadn't made it to the Great Hall yet. Knowing Hermione, she had probably stayed up late studying again.

"BOO!!!" You jolted, startled to see Cormac Mclaggen with a lopsided grin on his face, obviously pleased with himself.

"Will you stop sneaking up on me?" You exclaimed, hand across your chest as you steadied your breathing.

"Sure. When you stop being so easy to sneak up on." He chuckled. "I swear, Linda, you Slytherins all live in your own little world." 

It's true, we Slytherins do sort of live in our own world but that doesn't stop people assuming that we will all become death eaters and follow the path of the dark Lord. Not all Slytherins are mean but that's what most of the school think of us and we can't seem to change that. It was weird to see a Slytherin talking to a Gryffindor but I didn't care , people can think whatever's they want. I couldn't give two shits about what they say.

" anyways , have you seem Hermione anywhere? I need to give her something that I borrowed."

"I can give it to her if you want?"

"aw, thanks Mclaggen, you'd be helping me a lot"

"Anytime"