There's a link to Aslinn's clothes on my profile as well as a link to what James and Aslinn look like.

Aslinn is pronounced as As-Lyn

Aslinn's Point of View:

I sighed as I waited for my idiot little brother to get all of his stuff together so we could leave for Hogwarts. I was sitting on our front porch with my cat, Nyx, in my lap. Scorpius' owl, Dmitri, was sitting on the table next to me hooting happily from his cage.

"I'm getting ready to just go on my own, you three are taking forever!" I shouted open door next to me. "I want to get to school before we're supposed to come home for Christmas hols but at this rate I'm not so sure."

Eventually we were standing on the platform overlooking the scarlet train. I strained my neck until I saw a familiar mob of red hair mixed with the occasional black dot; the Potter's and the Weasley's were here now. I kissed I hugged my mother tightly to me and nodded at my father before running full speed over to the others.

I caught sight of a tall, lanky, black haired boy and threw myself onto his back. He gripped my calves in his hands and twirled us around. This boy was my best friend in the entire world and I wouldn't trade him for anything.

"Aslinn Malfoy, what are you doing this fine afternoon?" Mr. Potter said, laughing when he caught sight of our position. "How is the weather up there? I wouldn't know, being at my height and all."

I giggled before wrapping my arms around James' neck and looking down at Mr. Potter. "It's awesome, I've never been this high up before. I mean you're taller than me, Mr. Potter. I'm like a goblin or a gnome most of the time."

I felt James' back vibrate against my stomach as he let out a chuckle. Then he let go of my legs before pulling me into a bone breaking hug. "I freakin' missed you so much. We have to spend next summer together or I'm going to die from Aslinn withdrawals," he whispered into my hair.

I smiled before lacing our fingers together and turning to face everyone else. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and I felt a tad bit uncomfortable under their scrutiny so I squirmed a little bit behind James. Yeah, I was a wimp but you try being stared down by wizarding royalty!

It was tough being the daughter of your best friend's father's enemy. It got a little bit tense sometimes because I was a Malfoy, but most of the time I was just one of the family. I remember being so nervous to go 'round James because of the Golden Trio. It was a trippy feeling having dinner with them sometimes but they were just like my second family.

"It's great to see you, Aslinn; you've grown up so much over the summer," Mrs. Potter said, pulling me out of James' grip and into her tight embrace. "It was weird not having you at our house this summer. We missed you keeping James on his best behavior."

"I wish I would've been there with you all instead of in France with my boring family. I swear it would've been more fun to watch paint dry," I said, leaning back against James. "I'm definitely going to come to your house next summer, if that's alright with you all."

Mrs. and Mr. Potter gave me matching smiles before Mrs. Potter said, "I wouldn't want it any other way. I think of you as one of my children already so you're always welcome."

I felt James wrap his arms wrap tightly around my waist and placed his chin on the top of my head. "Mum, I think we're going to go find a car on the train. I really don't want to share with some chatty little first years."

They nodded and pulled him into a hug. I overheard George and Mr. Weasley discussing Quidditch and I was terribly confused. I was dreadful at the game but I went to every one of the Gryffindor games just to watch James play. He was my best friend; I think that was sort of a duty for me.

I felt a familiar hand slide into mine again and knew that James was standing with us now. I threaded our fingers together and nodded to Rose and Albus before we made our way to the train. We found an empty car and I let Nyx out of her cage. She walked over and waited for James to sit down before jumping up onto his lap.

He hated cats more than anything in the world, a trait that he'd gotten from his Uncle Ron, but he had a soft spot for her. I couldn't help but smile at them as I sat across from James and tucked my feet underneath me. I watched him play with my kitty and couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"What would your fellow Quidditch players say if they saw you like this? Their pride beater playing with a cat," I said, moving my leg to nudge his knee with my toe.

He looked up at me and stuck his tongue out. I laughed before covering my mouth with my hand; he was the only person in the world that could make me laugh so easily. I guess that was why he was my best friend.

James' Point of View:

I couldn't help but glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole world that was one thing that I knew for sure. The other thing was she didn't feel the same way about me. She thought of me as a brother, she'd made that clear since we were eleven.

"What're you staring at, Jamie? Is there something on my face?" she asked, looking at me with her big blue eyes. Then she pulled out a little mirror and started to check herself out.

"The only thing that's on your face is beauty," I said, winking at her.

Her cheeks turned a dark red color and she looked down at her lap. When she looked back up at me she had her cheeks puffed out and her eyes were crossed. Always the tension breaker, she was. She always made faces or spouted off random facts during tense situations. It was yet another thing that I loved about her.

"You're a smooth talker, Mr. Potter. That tongue's going to get you out of a lot of trouble," she said. "But then again it always has."

I smiled before sliding Nyx off of my lap and walking over to sit next to Aslinn. I lay down and put my head in her lap, my legs were hanging off of the edge. I pulled them up to my stomach and turned onto my side. "Wake me up when we're almost there and I need to change into my robes."

She nodded with a smile before getting out one of her muggle books that she was always reading. I never understood how she could read something that didn't have moving pictures in it. No matter how much Aunt Hermione wanted me to read them I could never sit still long enough nor could they hold my attention. Then she'd tried with Albus and he'd really loved it, lately he'd been tracing his books with Aslinn.

I burrowed my face into her stomach before drifting off to sleep. The last thing I remember was the scent of her; it was strong in my nostrils and invaded my head. Then again that was always the way things were with her, she was always on my mind.

I didn't dream at all the entire train ride to Hogwarts. That was really rare for me, I always dreamed when I slept. When I woke up Aslinn was the first thing that I saw and I could seriously get used to it. When she saw me her face broke out into a big smile.

"Hello Sleeping Beauty, I was just about to wake you," she said, leaning down and kissing my forehead. "We need to change; we're about fifteen minutes away from Hogwarts."

I smiled before standing up and sliding her onto my back. Another year at Hogwarts meant another year of boys fawning all over her. Another year of trying to ignore all of the girls that went after me because of my last name. Another year of trying to stop loving her and ending up falling even harder. Yeah, my life had an endless cycle that revolved around her.

I hope it wasn't too much shit. Maybe review and tell me if I'm in the right area of the ballpark or if I'm waaay off?