❝I only want to feel your lips crash into mine.
If it crashes on to someone else,
I'll be sure to rip out yours so you won't do it again.❞

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My eyes trace around the page and processing the information inside my brain. I flip another page as soon as I was done with the current one. It has always been a hobby of mine to read books in the morning and knowing that classes won't start until 9, I went to the library and skipped breakfast.

This particular book is about Transfiguration. The subject hadn't left my mind after Professor McGonagall transformed into an orange tabby cat and gave us some basic knowledge about Transfiguration yesterday. It seemed very interesting so I wanted to learn more about it.

As I kept reading, I noticed a shadow towering me. I blinked and looked up from my book, wondering who could've approached me. "You're Alem Rosewood, yes?" A dark haired girl asked with a book about Magical Creatures held close to her chest. Judging from the badge on her robes, she was a Gryffindor.

My nervousness started to peak and I clearly don't know how to respond, especially to a girl. However, I regained my composure and sent the dark haired girl a smile.

"Yes, I am." Confirming her. The dark haired girl pointed at another girl who's sitting not too far from my table. The girl was blonde and her hair was curly. She was also a Gryffindor. I began to sense red flags around my brain when I saw her blushing.

"My friend likes you. Her name's Lavender Brown." I felt a lump on my throat as she said that. I clearly don't know how to respond. How did someone like me already?

"O-Oh, tell her I said... hi?" I respond, almost unsure. Lavender Brown's dark haired friend nods while grinning and skips happily towards the table where Lavender Brown sat. I could hear them squeal after a while and I immediately felt uncomfortable since I could feel Brown's stare on mine.

Not wanting to put up with the awkwardness any longer, I stood up and placed the book back to where it belonged. Once my eyes landed on Brown's, I waved at her so it wouldn't make it seem like I'm rude or anything. Brown waved back with a shocked expression and a huge blush tinting her freckled cheeks. After that, I left the library.

So much for peace and tranquility.

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As I walked towards the class with the golden trio, I was immediately greeted by Alem, who looked exhausted and uncomfortable at the same time. I told the golden trio to go ahead and asked Alem where he went. When he responded, I hum understandingly and started to walk to class with my brother.

I told him all about what happened this morning, how I became friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione, how Ron's comfortable with me now and how Draco challenged Harry to a duel in the Trophy Room this evening after curfew. Alem was baffled at Draco's challenge to Harry.

"Challenging a student after curfew? Those two things are all you need for you to get expelled from Hogwarts in an instant! He doesn't even think at all!" Alem facepalmed but I couldn't give my opinion just yet. Maybe he had a reason but whatever it is, it must be a pretty stupid reason.

However, it wasn't just me who gave a mini story of what happened this morning. Apparently, Alem's got an admirer now. I laughed and teased my brother by nudging him on the side. However, once I knew that it was Lavender Brown, I gave him a look of disgust and stopped teasing him.

Daft dimbo, as what Hermione called her as, shouldn't get near to my brother and spread her snogging disease on him. I have to make sure of that. Upon hearing about that dark haired friend, I assume that it was Romilda Vane. Another daft dimbo I have to watch out for.

Lavender almost destroyed my hope of having Romione or Herron happening.

"Alem, you're not gonna go for either of those two, are you?" I gave him a look of disgust, hoping that he would answer with a no. I'm fine with anyone getting in on with my dream brother but no, not those two.

Actually, three if you include Pansy Parkinson.

Millicent Bullstrode is also a candidate and Cho Chang is... well, if this goes exactly like in the book then yes, she's a candidate.

Alem replicated my look of disgust and shook his head vigorously. "No, of course not!" He answered, almost shouting. I laughed and pat him on the back, giving him a small slap on the end.

"That's my boy!" I grin as we arrived at our classroom.

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As usual, I attended my classes and as expected, Professor Binn's History class is just so boring that if I could sleep, then I definitely could. The only two people who weren't sleeping were Hermione and Alem. 

How could those two stay up?

The rest of the class ended up sleeping, others were on the edge of falling off their seats and others were one second away from having their eyes closed. Professor Quirrell's class made me nervous the most. 

I knew that Voldemort was hiding beneath his turban and I kept my eyes on it at all times. However, I made sure that Professor Quirrell didn't catch me staring or else it'd be too obvious.

 As the first book accurately described, his classroom smelled of garlic that I almost felt lightheaded due to me, not breathing because of the smell. I couldn't focus at all in his class. 

It's a good thing that Alem's so focused. Maybe I could ask him for help later and explain to me all the things that Professor Quirrell said. 

As DADA class was over, I immediately packed up my things and walked out of the classroom. When I was finally outside, I took a huge gulp of air and felt relief of finally having to breathe fresh air again. 

Alem walked up to me, confused as he held his bag. "Why did you just run off?" He asked.

"His classroom endlessly smelled like garlic. I can't breathe properly if it smells that bad." I whisper-yelled while taking another huge gulp of air. Alem simply laughed at my answer, patting my back and shaking his head at the same time. 

"You're such a child sometimes, you know that?" He said, smiling but I gave him a glare, not amused by what he just said.

"O-Oh, you t-two are still h-here?" I heard Professor Quirrell ask. We both turned to look at him but both of us had a different expression. I looked very surprised but Alem dropped his smile and gave Professor Quirrell a poker-face.

"I apologize, Professor. We'll be on our way." Alem said, grabbing my hand. However, Professor Quirrell stopped him by waving his hands around. 

"N-No, no! I-It's q-quite fine...! I w-would like t-to talk t-to M-Miss/M-Mr Rosewood..." Professor Quirrell lands his eyes on mine. My shoulders twitched and I immediately began to feel nervous. My stomach began to hurt at the nervousness that my body is radiating.

"Oh, alright then." Alem turns to look at me. "I'll see you in class, alright?" He smirks teasingly, his look obviously saying that 'well, you're in trouble'. I rolled my eyes at his teasing smirk as he walked away with his (H/C) hair bouncing at every step he took.

"So, um... Professor, what's up?" My grip on my bag tightened. Now, I'm just making it too obvious that I know everything. Professor Quirrell blushes out of embarrassment and hands me a blank paper. My eyebrows rose in confusion as I stared at the sheet for a few seconds before flicking my eyes over to Professor Quirrell.

"Uh, Professor? What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask, holding up the paper. However, Professor Quirrell just smiled and placed his hands behind his back. 

"Y-You k-keep it, Miss/Mr R-Rosewood!" He said before bashfully walking away. I blinked thrice before wondering about what that was about. 

I mean, Professor Quirrell giving me a blank paper just for me to keep? What am I even supposed to do with a paper?

Well, to doodle and draw when I'm on the edge of falling asleep in Professor Binn's class but I'm sure that Professor Quirrell has a reason as to why he just gave me a blank paper.

I mean, come on, Voldemort's right at the back of his head and he's lowkey controlling him!

Wait, maybe it has an invisible ink in it or something? Maybe there's something written in the paper but it's concealed?

I narrowed my eyes and pulled my wand out from my wand holder. "What was it...?" I mumble, trying to remember the spell that Snape used in Prisoner of Azkaban when he found Harry wandering around the halls with the Marauder's Map.

Come on, (Y/N). You just watched the whole 8 films of Harry Potter before diving into this dream world, you've got to know the spell. 

"Revelio." I point my wand at the paper but nothing happened. I grumble though knowing that Revelio isn't exactly a spell for these kinds of things. It's only useful for disguises.

"Ooh!" I beamed, suddenly remembering the spell that Snape used. Just as I was about to cast the spell, I heard a loud mocking voice at the end of the hallway. 

I quickly turned around and saw Peeves floating and grinning mischievously at the sight of a student all alone in the halls while the others are probably in class right now and they could very well be accused of skipping classes if Filch were to find out.

I stared at the ghost for a moment before booking my way out of the hall and towards my class for Study of Ancient Runes. In the distance, I could hear Peeves singing an annoying song of how one of the Rosewoods are hanging out in the halls and are skipping the class. 

I rolled my eyes but I smiled. I couldn't get mad at my favorite ghost.He did earned my respect after he caused Umbridge a lot of trouble after George and Fred left, living up to the will of the two troublemakers and cause the pink toad some frustration.

Once I arrived at the classroom, all eyes were on me. Professor Babbling looked up to me. She was clearly intimidating even though she held a look of kindness. 

"And why is it you're 10 minutes late, Mr/Miss Rosewood?" She asked, her voice echoing around the classroom. The entire class looked at me, waiting for my answer. In the corner of my eye, I could see Draco smirking at me.

"Professor Quirrell wanted to talk to me after classes. I apologize if I disrupted the lesson due to my tardiness." I bow down slightly. Professor Babbling blinked and flashed me a warm smile, beckoning me to sit down with my fellow Slytherins. 

"Very well, Mr/Miss Rosewood. You may take a seat." I nod at the professor and quickly glanced around the classroom to see where Alem sat so I could sit next to him. However, as soon as I spotted my twin, he was already seated next to a girl. I don't know who she is. 

I grumbled, looking around and spotted the only available seat there is. I look to see who occupied the seat next to the available one and saw Draco. Just when my eyes landed on his, I immediately blushed as I noticed that Draco stared back at me. His eyes were already telling me to go sit next to him since there's no other seats left.

Seeing that I had no choice, I went and sat next to Draco, setting down my bag. I take a quick glance at the unopened book that Draco had in front of him and went to my own bag, taking out the same book and flipping it open. 

"Hey, what page?" I whisper to the Malfoy heir. "Professor Babbling didn't say anything else yet." He puts up an annoyed look and rolls his eyes. I shrug and closed it again, listening to the Study of Ancient Runes professor but my mind wandered off to something else that isn't related to the subject at all. But, my imagination was cut off as I whispered to Draco again. 

"Why did you challenge Potter to a duel?" I asked while keeping my eye contact to Professor Babbling. I felt Draco shift in his seat. Maybe he was just scooting away from me because I just talked to him all of a sudden.

"Like I said, it's none of your business." The platinum haired Slytherin seethed. I huff at his persistence. Though I knew the actual reason as to why he challenged Harry to a duel in the first place, I couldn't help but feel that this time, the reason's different. My gut wants to trust the fact yet my gut also wants to trust the lingering thought in the back of my head.

"We're fellow Slytherins. Why is it none of my business?" I frown as Draco scoffed.

"Do you think that I consider you as one of my acquaintances?" He smirks smugly. "Think again, (Y/N)." Draco added. I internally laughed at how he just contradicted his own words. I couldn't help but chuckle softly when he said that he doesn't think of me as one of his acquaintances.

"Alright so why did you let me call you by your first name AND called me by my first name if you don't consider me as one of your acquaintances?" As soon as I asked that, Draco blushed furiously. It was cute, seeing him like that. 

"Also, no, it's also my business. Challenging a student to a duel if it's not permitted or official is illegal, Draco. You could potentially get expelled if you were to harm Harry and you're going to add more fuel into the feud between the two houses." When I said that, it seemed like I was only concerned for Harry and not for the well being of Draco.

"Actually, both of you would get expelled if you two were to harm each other." I tried to make it look like I also care for Draco but I'm just so bad at wording things. But seeing Draco's softened expression made me think otherwise.

"And sneaking out after curfew to the throphy room? Do you even know how Filch goes ballistic over catching students who conduct misbehavior of any kind? If he or his cat finds you, you'd probably need to blast your way out back in the common room unless you want to get in trouble." Draco's eyes looked troubled for a moment but then they immediately lighted up as if he had thought of an idea. 

Just by his look alone, I can tell what's running through he's mind. He'll probably tell Filch that there'll be students in the Trophy Room tonight and he won't go.

Perfect, I won't even have to go and change anything at all. Just the same world but I was just inserted as a side character.

I didn't say anything else to Draco and neither did he. So, we continued to listen to Professor Babbling about Ancient Runes and I understood everything that she said. Usually, I won't understand anything at all but this place is an exception.

At the end of the lesson, Professor Babbling gave us some homework to do. I'll ask Alem for help later if I don't understand anything or just need some clarifications. Packing everything up, I walk out of the classroom and felt a poke on my shoulder as I passed through the door.

I turn around and saw Alem, his eyes narrowed. "What were you and Malfoy talking about?" I internally sigh at his question. 

Does he always have the need to pry and know everything that Draco and I do? I understand that our families dislike each other and we are supposed to hate him but jeez, if I have to deal with Alem being like this all the time, I'd probably have a migraine.

"It was nothing. I just asked him about why he challenged Harry to a duel a while ago." I shrug. Turning into a corner while Alem followed beside me. 

"And? What did he say?" He asked while keeping his eyes on the path.

"He said it was none of my business." I snicker at the end to make it seem like it was just a joke and it didn't really hurt me at all. Alem, however, grumbled and held his bag tight. 

"Foul git." He mumbled.

"Well, it's technically my fault anyway. I keep prying into everyone's business." My eyes scan the small courtyard and stopped at a certain figure. 

A slightly, curly haired boy sat underneath the tree while laughing along with his group of Hufflepuff friends. I recognize that face and it really hurts me.

Cedric Diggory sat there with his carefree look and his beaming smile almost countering the sun shining above the school. I frown and blush at the same time. He looks really cute, even if he's far and I could feel my heart slightly skip a beat. But, my sad half-lidded eyes immediately thought that I shouldn't go and get myself too attached at the Hufflepuff.

I know that he'll die soon.I blinked and my lips slightly parted at a sudden thought. Maybe I could prevent his death now that I know that he's going to die in the Triwizard Tournament.

Cedric's eyes eventually landed on mine. He stared for a moment until he gave me a warm smile that immediately made me blush heavily and look away frantically. Salazar, I didn't expect him to catch me staring.

As I looked away, I could see Alem peering through my flustered expression with a snicker. "Did I just witness (Y/N) Rosewood blush while staring at a Hufflepuff boy?" Alem teased and nudging me from the side. My blush deepened and I immediately started walking away with Alem following close.

Even when I walked away, I could still feel Cedric's eyes on mine. 

Why is he staring at me? Did I do something wrong?

"Shut it, Alem. I wasn't blushing." I pouted angrily and denied his statement. Alem chuckled and began to pat me on the back. Quite roughly, might I add. 

"Don't worry, sis/bro! I'll catch that boy's name for you if you want!" He laughed and retracted his hand away from my back as he kept looking at me with a playful look. I rolled my eyes at my brother's tease since it makes me feel even more embarrassed.

I feel like this is a payback from the teasing I gave him this morning.

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Cedric's eyes followed the young wizard/witch's form retreating back to the hallway along with their brother. As Cedric realized that the two looked the same, they must be the Rosewood twins and the one who was staring at him must be (Y/N), who was rumored to be a clairvoyant and that everyone's, at least, talking about besides Harry Potter.

No one really knows a lot about the Rosewood twins or their family in general since they keep their lives in private, or so his father told him. Their (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes are simply one of a kind. You can easily spot them from a mile away and know that those two are the Rosewood twins.

He found (Y/N) to be interesting, at least. Especially from the way that they have been staring at him a while ago; their eyes were filled with sadness and their frown was clearly visible, as if they know that something bad is going to happen to them. However, once Cedric had gone out of his way to look back at the witch/wizard, the sad look disappeared and a flustered look made its way to their face.

But, Cedric immediately lets it go, knowing that it might just be something else that (Y/N) was thinking about. 

"Hey, Ced. The next class is about to start." One of his friends stated, standing up from the ground and dusting off any dirt that might've gotten onto their robe. 

"Oh, alright." Cedric also stood up, grabbing his bag and waiting for his friends to lead the way.In the corner of his eye, he could spot a black haired girl with the Ravenclaw badge looking at him with the same flustered look that (Y/N) held. 

However, he could feel a slight twinge of uninterest growing in his heart. It wasn't the same as how (Y/N) was deeply staring into his eyes.

Though noticed that the Ravenclaw girl had been staring at him, Cedric didn't bother to go and give her a smile as an act of kindness like he did to the (H/C) haired Slytherin. 

He felt strange; he hadn't done such things before.

Brushing off any unnecessary thoughts away from his mind, he walks away with his friends towards class.

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After slightly suffering in Potions with Professor Snape, dealing with a little bit of a problem in Transfigurations with Professor McGonagall and having to deal with paying attention in Charms due to Seamus trying to practice something with his wand with Professor Flitwick, the day is finally over and I head back to the common room after having dinner in the Great Hall with Alem and the golden trio.

"Can you imagine the load of work they've given us? It's still the second day!" I groan and plop myself in the bed, silently grumbling while hugging my pillow to soothe my inner stress that's starting to bubble up inside me. Alem laughed and kept his Slytherin robe away.

"I told you; they won't go easy on us today." Alem went to his bag and grabbed three books. I couldn't even go and bother to check the books that he took out of his bag. 

"Could you help me with Snape's essay?" I gave him a puppy-eyed look with my lips pouting as I try to make Alem help me.He glanced over at my pleading look and narrowed his eyes. 

"Just Snape's essay?" He tries to confirm. I break my pleading expression and made a crooked smile, looking over to the side to avoid Alem's death glare. 

"Err... All the lessons and the homeworks... I guess?" I chuckle to lighten up the mood.Silence took ahold of the room until Alem sighed. 

"Fine. It's better than having you fail and have nothing to turn in." I grin and jumped at my brother, hugging him tightly. 

"Thanks, Alem! You're the best brother ever!" I exclaim and let him out of my grasp.

"You're just saying that because I'm helping you with lessons and homeworks." 

He rolls his eyes and flips his book open. He blinks and turns to look at me, confused. 

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing, it's just... Your robe has a different smell." Alem stated, beckoning for me to take my robe. My eyebrow raises in confusion as I remove my robe and sniff it for a moment. I blinked thrice once I take in the scent. 

It doesn't smell like the perfume I have in my luggage. It's more... strong and... manly?

"It doesn't smell bad, does it? I mean, I did sweat a lot this afternoon." I frown softly but Alem shook his head, sniffing the robe. 

"You didn't use my perfume, did you?" He asked, frowning. I opened my mouth to retaliate but he immediately stopped me. 

"No, it doesn't smell like mine either." He mumbled but was loud enough for me to hear. 

"Also, it looks way too big on you. Are you sure you didn't swap any robes with anyone or something?" He throws the robe towards me and I immediately catched it with my arms. 

"Alem, I know I'm an idiot but I'm not that stupid." I grumble, hanging the robe to the wall next to my four-poster bed, brushing the topic off.

"Also, maybe it's just our imagination. I mean, we did suffer a lot from the garlic smell in Professor Quirrell's class." I shrug and sat on my bed, facing my brother. Alem laughed and wrapped his fingers around his book. 

"Well, you're right about that." He said, continuing to read the book. I stare at his studying form for a little while until I realized that I needed to do something that I should've done a while ago.

The door to our room opens and there comes in Draco. He looks at us for a moment before heading towards his bed. 

"You're getting ready or something?" I ask Draco while he removed his robe. 

"No, I'm not going." And it was just as I predicted. I chuckle as he took his pajamas from his luggage. 

"I thought you had no intentions of running away." I tease the Malfoy heir and he only sent me a death glare.

Without saying another word, Draco walked towards the bathroom with his pajamas on his arms. I snicker before getting to my bag and take the blank paper that Professor Quirrell gave me a while ago, which was tucked in safely between the pages of my Potions book.

I took my wand out and pointed at the blank paper. Alem's head rose from the book, staring at me pointing my wand against the blank paper. 

"What are you doing?" He asks, peering over to the blank paper.

"Aparecium." I cast. 

Suddenly, the blank paper didn't seem blank at all. Words started to appear in the paper, flowing in like water. My eyes glance around the paper and my eyes immediately narrowed as my grip on the paper slightly tightened.

I know who you are.
You know who I am.
We have one thing in common, Mr/Miss Rosewood;
Apparently, we are not supposed to exist.
I would like to ask you for your help.
Surely, you must know about the item that I am after, yes?
We both want to survive.
We can do extraordinary things together with your power and mine.
If you wish to do this, come see me tonight in the Trophy Room.

I clicked my tongue. There's only one other person who knows what I actually am and that I'm only dreaming this world and they told Professor Quirrell and Voldemort in the process. I can't tell if Erised is trying to kill me or what.

But now, what am I going to do? The problematic in this first year's onto me and he wants to know if I want to work with him. Merlin's beard, of course not! There's no way I'd be working with Voldemort!I don't even want to play on the villain's side this time. I've got to take all the good times I need to get from the adventures I'm going to have here in this dream world. Being a Death Eater isn't all fun and games and I could potentially be locked up in Azkaban and rotting away from the boredom that I couldn't even escape.

"Are you sure you casted it right?" Alem asked, looking at me with a doubtful look. 

"What do you mean? It worked. Can't you see the letter?" I held it up for him to get a closer look. He squinted his eyes but shook his head, still not being able to see anything.

"Who gave it to you?" He asked, leaning away from me and taking his book back again. I stopped for a moment to think of a good lie. I can't let Alem get involved in this by telling him that Professor Quirrell gave me this letter. 

"I just found it on one of the desks. I thought it'd be good for doodling but I can't seem to draw on it so I thought it's a hidden letter." I shrug, folding the letter back up again and tucked it between the pages of my Potions book.

"What did it say?" He pried even further. 

"Just some love letter from a guy named Simon to a girl named Anne." Thank goodness my brain immediately thought of a name. Alem hummed understandingly and resumed his work. I closed my eyes in relief.

I dropped my body to my bed as I stared at the ceiling and trying to think of multiple scenarios of how I'm going to handle my first year.

But, now what am I going to do? Should I even go or what?

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"I saw the way they looked at that Hufflepuff boy." Draco seethed, looking at himself on the mirror as he remembered (Y/N)'s flustered look as they stared at Cedric Diggory. He clutched on to the edges of the sink with their teeth gritted.

"So many filthy maggots trying to steal what is mine. They will know their place soon enough." He breathes, trying to relief himself from the anger that he kept inside himself this whole day. He had to deal with Harry, Ron and Hermione and now, Cedric Diggory?

"But," Draco suddenly remembered how (Y/N) started up a conversation with him a while ago during Study of Ancient Runes class. He blushes heavily and smiles at the memory, feeling his heart beat and a warm feeling enveloping his body. 

"When (Y/N) talking to me, and only me, feels like we're the only ones in the world and no one is trying to keep us away from each other." Draco smiles, chuckling to himself.

"I'll make sure it stays that way without anyone interfering with us." His eyes glinted dangerously as he picked up his wand and stared at it for a moment. A wide smirk formed in his mouth as Harry's defeated body popped inside his head. 

"Ready yourself, Potter." With half-lidded eyes, he looks out into the window and kept his stare at the bright light of the moon.

"It wasn't nice for me to lie and be rude to my little serpent but," He shrugs, taking his uniform and the robe that originally belonged to (Y/N) along with him. "It's better than having them go and save Potter's back though I know that the weasel and that mudblood will do it anyway." 

The Malfoy heir chuckles, thinking of multiple ways of getting his rivals out of the picture.Draco will do anything in order to keep the obstacles out of the picture.

And to keep the oldest Rosewood twin for himself even if it meant defying his father.

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❝Is this the end?
Or is it simply the beginning?❞