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Being in your 5th year of Hogwarts was not easy; it was also not made any easier that your father was Voldemort. Not that anyone besides a very small few would know this information. Your long brown hair and brown eyes were plain in comparison to your life.
For starters, you being in all four of the Hogwarts houses were one of the many things that made your life exciting. The sorting hat struggled for so long with placing you in a house that the Professors had come to decision. The decision was for you to spend a year in each house, after which you, will chose which house to stay in. After spending a year in each of the house, you chose to stay in Slytherin for your 5th year and on. When not at Hogwarts, you live with Malfoy Family. They had taken you in as a toddler after your mother had committed suicide. Not that anyone outside of the Malfoy Family knows this. You are not treated as if you were part of the family. In fact, they treat you with the bare minimum. Narcissa does have a habit of slipping up by buying you the best of clothes. Almost as if you are her doll rather than her daughter. Other than that you did not exist to them. Draco did not even acknowledge you until this summer holiday. Over the summer holiday, Draco had thrown a party inviting his crew of friends who had snuck fire whiskey into the Manor. This resulted in a drunken Draco coming into your room and giving you your first kiss. Was this how you wanted your first to go? No. Were you happy that Draco gave a kiss? Yes. Yes. Yes. That night was like any other, reading a book to end the night when you heard Draco stumbling up the stairs to the attic room or rather your room. It is a simple room with a twin bed, nightstand and nothing more. Draco tired walking into your room in his alcohol daze. The thump from his head hitting the door was what got you to open the door. Coming face to face with Draco caught you off guard as he was closer than thought. As you took a step back to give him space, without a word he took your face in his hands. His sliver eyes meeting yours before your lips meet replays in your head. A blush rose to your face as you think about the kiss making you miss that Draco was calling your name. “Vanessa!” boosted Draco.
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It was your 5th year in Hogwarts. You had long brown hair, brown eyes. Your name is Vanessa R. Your dad is you-know-who, you hate your father. Your mother died in a very simple way, she killed herself. You know not a thing about her. You are in all 4 houses in school. You are very sassy, brave, smart, and clever. You are cleverer then your smart… father. You are living at the Malfoy’s house, YAY! You hate them, but one day you and Draco kiss and never said a word about it. You like Harry (as a friend), you had no reason not to life him. But, you had a crush on Draco. You and Draco’s mom get a well great but the dad is alright. “Vanessa!”