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This story is a Harry Potter and Vampire Diaries crossover fan-fiction.
Alexia Rose Salvatore is a vampire/which who lives in Mystic Falls with her parents, Damon and Elena Salvatore and older brother Stefan James Salvatore.
When Alexia is...
I woke up to the sun shining through the windows, I groaned before pulling the blanket over my face.
"Come on Lex, you need to get ready, it's family day." I heard Draco's voice.
"Ughhh." I groaned as I got out of bed.
I looked at Draco to see him in a white button up shirt, black jeans and a black jacket.
"You look good." I smirked.
"I know." He smirked back.
I rolled my eyes before getting up.
I gave Draco a kiss before getting ready.
I brushed my teeth and went into the shower.
I washed my body and my hair before shaving.
I used my body scrub before rinsing myself off.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.
I washed my face before drying my hair.
I got changed and went back out into Draco's dorm.
"Woah, you look good." Draco smiled.
"I know." I said while winking at him.
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(Her outfit)
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(Draco's outfit, not the best photo lolllllll 🙃)
I went to the mirror in the bathroom and applied a bit of mascara and lipgloss.
I went out of the bathroom to see Draco sitting on his sofa reading.
"When do we go down to the hall?" I asked Draco, sitting next to him.
"In about 10 minutes." Draco muttered, still reading the book.
"Read to me." I said.
"Sure." Draco replied as he pulled me into his side.
It was the beginning of Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin, again.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters. 'My dear Mr Bennet,' said his lady to him one day, 'have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?' Mr Bennet replied that he had not. 'But it is,' returned she; 'for Mrs Ling had just been here, and she told me about it.' Mr Bennet made no answer. 'Do not you want to know who as taken it?' Cried his wife impatiently, 'You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.' This was invitation enough."
