In a world of wizards and witches you were brought into the world in 2005 by two lovely muggles. Somehow you were a witch, a muggle-born. When you were eleven you got your letter to hogwarts. It was hard for your parents to accept it but they loved you no matter what. You started in 2016 and were sorted into gryffindor along with your new friend Hermione Granger. You and hermione immediately became friends because of your love for books and seeing the fact you’re both muggle-borns. You had become friends with two other boys, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. You had also tried talking to a blonde boy who was sorted into Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. But once he saw you were friends with Harry Potter. He HATED you. Years go by and you’re now starting your seventh year. The past seven years had been constant hate from Draco but you never did anything back. You missed him as your friend, you missed the boy he was when you were eleven. And secretly he missed you too. He hated how close you were with Harry that it made his blood boil in every class you two had together. He’s never really hated you. And in your fifth year it became more than just wanting the friendship. He had fallen for you in a way he never thought was possible. And that completely scared him. He was taught to hide feelings, to never let them show. But you, the opposite. And he envied you for that. But the past two years had turned into less hating and more reasons to see you, talk to you, and watch you. He’d never tell anyone but he was in love with you. In love with the way you read your books, walked, smiled, laughed, and even the way you wrote notes on parchment. His friends however were civil with you as you’d become friends with Lorenzo Berkshire. Blaise and Matteo didn’t mind you but didn’t like Harry, Ron, and hermione. So you never got to hang out with both groups together. Always switching and always moving around. Now it’s your first day back at hogwarts for your last and final year. And you planned on having fun with the three balls that were throughout the year. There was one in the middle of semester two. One for Christmas. And one at the end of the year. The biggest one. A masquerade ball. But anyways. Back to the story. You got off the train, arm linked with Hermione’s as you chat about missing the library over the summer.