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Hi! My name is Amy Ryan, and I'm thirteen. I live in sunny, well, Canada.
It seems ff.n won't upload my fic, so I'm stickin' it here;

Disclaimer: If you guys think I own Draco & Blaise, you must be on some kind of wonderful drug. If I owned Draco, do you think I'd ever leave my room? Not bloody likely. I am not Rowling, though I can do a rather good British accent. I do not own Green Day, or the beautiful, wonderful, excellent song 'Time of Your Life', which I will use in later chapters. So, dudes, DO NOT SUE ME. I'm poor anyway.*sigh*

Warnings: Not really. This is NOT SLASH, so no male-on-male goodness this time around. Warning for cussing, two teenagers going at it, and Pansy being annoying.

Rating:PG-13 or R, just to be safe.

Authors Notes: In this fiction, Blaise Zabini is a GIRL. I love male Blaise, but slash is too hard for me to write, being a girl. Plus, Blaise had to share a dorm with Pansy, so it had to be a she. I think this will be in Draco's POV, at least this chapter is. Maybe the next will be Zabini. Not PWP, but borderline angst.

Time of Your Life.

Life's a bitch. I mean, really. It took me fourteen years to figure that out. I bet you're thinking right now 'Oh, yeah, poor little rich boy , what'd ya do, lose your sliver spoon?'

Shut up.

Draco Malfoy. My name is Draco Malfoy. MALFOY. As in, Deatheating, Dark- Lord -following, Muggle-killing Malfoy. I grew up learning the basics of being a pain-in-the-ass bastard. [Thanks Dad]. Did anyone ever thought that maybe, just MAYBE, I didn't want to be a lemming to some snake with father issues? Noooo.

I think Diggory being, you know, dead, is what screwed me up. Put it all in prospective, if you know what I mean. I was asking questions like, 'Right, I know Potter's annoying, but why do I want to kill him?'.

Lesson One: Never question Voldemort.

So, I did the stupidest, and possibly the smartest thing, I could do: I switched sides. Joined Dumbledore and Potter. Gah.

Which is why I'm walking around scott-free while dear old Dad rotts in Azkaban.
Which is why I'm some great hero of war with the wizarding world. Which is why I was decided to give up on magic as soon as I was out of Hogwarts...

"Draco Malfoy got sick of magic?!" Gasp!

Shut up.

Okay... Finally, in seventh year, the Great Harry Potter got rid of Snake Dude. Yay.

I wasn't needed anymore. So I moved to a flat in Muggle London. Started over. And that's when IT happened...

A Malfoy fell in love.