Part 1: How you meet

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(A/N:    Y/N = Your name

Y/L/N = Your last name)

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H a r r y: You walked through the library, hurriedly pulling books down from the shelves and piling them high into your already full arms. The books towered high in front of you so that you had to cautiously make your way to the table that your homework had been spread over but just as you got close to the polished mahogany table, something bumped straight into you, resulting in a resounding crash! as you fell to the floor, books scattering everywhere. "I am so sorry!" gabbled a raven-haired boy in front of you as he helped you pick up the books. "I'm Harry Potter," he smiled, flashing you a set of pearly whites, stupefying you for a few seconds before you blinked, "I'm Y/N,   Y/N   Y/L/N."

R o n: You were lying in the hospital wing with a nasty burn on your hand after tending to a Salamander in Care of magical creatures

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R o n: You were lying in the hospital wing with a nasty burn on your hand after tending to a Salamander in Care of magical creatures. You looked up suddenly as a girl with bushy hair and a boy with spectacles rushed a limping, red headed boy onto a bed beside you and hurriedly whispering to each other before running off again. The red haired boy groaned in pain quietly as he shifted his leg on the bed and then his eyes shot up to look straight at you as he turned as bright red as his hair. You tried to clear the awkwardness in the air, "Hi," you smiled at him, "I'm Y/N,  Y/N    Y/L/N." He smiled awkwardly back at you, "I'm Ron Weasley, and my leg is very bloody," You giggled at his attempted jauntiness and winced as your hand painfully stung.

" He smiled awkwardly back at you, "I'm Ron Weasley, and my leg is very bloody," You giggled at his attempted jauntiness and winced as your hand painfully stung

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D r a c o: You walked slowly towards the Gryffindor common room, your eyes glued to a scroll of parchment with the recipe for the Sleeping Draught potion. Suddenly, you knocked straight into someone, sending you both sprawling to the floor, the scroll of parchment fell and rolled away. "Ow.." you mumbled, rubbing your head as you looked up. "Watch where your going, dork," snarled Malfoy, who you had unfortunately collided with, "Oh, I'm sorry," he feigned concern, "Did you lose your coke bottle glasses on the way up from the library?" He got up and flicked his wand, tears welled up behind your eyes as you realised he had binded you to the ground that you were sitting on, "Maybe if you didn't show so much contempt for hard work, you'd actually be smart, Malfoy," you said, trying to get your wand out. "I'm a lot smarter than you think I am, Y/L/N," he scowled, walking off and leaving you hopelessly stuck.

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