Chapter One - A Date from Hell

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Amanda Cosgrove's Perspective:

Back for another year at Hogwarts. I've been single for a whole five years, and there are so many hot wizards here. I hope I can find someone.

I am super hot. I have long, poopy brown hair that cascades down my beautiful clavicles. My bone structure is immaculate. My body is bangin'. My beautiful, poopy brown orbs are exquisite. It should be incredibly easy for me to find a date.

September 1st arrives, and I put on a super hot outfit for the train. A skin tight, hot pink dress with cutouts. I look super hot, and my cleavage is spilling out the top of the dress. I should be irresistible in this. I grab my trunk and head downstairs, where my mother, Miranda Cosgrove, is waiting for me.

"We have to get going, Amanda." American actress Miranda Cosgrove exclaims with an obnoxious British accent.

"Alright, mum." I say back. My accent is genuine, beautiful, exquisite, breathtaking, wonderful, amazing, spectacular.

AT THE TRAIN STATION:

Draco's POV:

My problem has gotten worse over the summer. I hope I can control it at school. As I'm walking to Platform 9 3/4, I notice a hot slice of pancakes of a woman. Her body's bangin' and I wanna hit that. Her pink dress compliments her figure, and my jaw drops.

I feel the need to walk up to her and introduce myself. I have never seen a woman so fine before. I make my way up to her, clenching my thick buttocks in the process. I find that when I get nervous, I do that.

"Hey, baby. I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I say cooly, crossing my arms. The fabric of my suit moves slightly as I look into her brown orbs.

"Cosgrove. Amanda Cosgrove."

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