Daddy issues

CHAPTER TEN: I was perfectly fine without him

*Annabella's POV*

It has been five weeks since the whole potions incident that ended up with my going to the Headmaster's office. When I was in there, all the professors sat down and had encouraged me to do so, I stayed standing up, keeping the presentation of myself immaculate so as to not attract any unwanted questions. Of course they had asked anyway but I just deflected and made some enquiries of my own. Dumbledore had told me that I needed to learn to control my emotions and try to not have another outburst like that, otherwise there may be serious consequences. He didn't give me any punishment, despite Snape's desperate cries that I should at least have one detention. The headmaster said that he didn't believe it would benefit me in any way, which I found quite odd to be honest. I also spoke to Professor Flitwick, whom I had learned taught charms class, he seemed very interested in my abilities and asked me to perform a few simple pieces of magic. Or according to him were 'advanced' but they had been things I had known how to do since I was five years old, so they were simple. Dumbledore made the assumption that one day I would be even more powerful than my father once was, or even than he could be... I found that outrageous as I was a woman, I would never have people's power no matter whether it was the side I was raised on (dark) or the side I agreed with. No one would listen to me, would they? I was taught to be ladylike, though I was struggling at that moment in time, I had a great role model in Narcissa -I swore to one day be like her, a caring mother, good wife, but still heavily independent and her own wealth and presence... she was a force to be reckoned with, I decided to make her proud, she was the closest thing I had to a mother and she was always so gentle, but strict when she needed to be. While she could command the attention of any room she walks into should she wish to, she does not seek power as it is not ladylike. Therefore I wouldn't either.

It had also been five weeks since I last talked to Draco. I had become closer to Blaise, he was really sweet and such a gentleman. Draco hadn't stopped trying to get perks out of having a broken arm which I'm sure was completely fine by the end of the first week but he still insisted on it. I ignored him with every fibre I could, he had really pissed me off, I wasn't even sure why... but he did so I didn't talk to him. Surprisingly, he hadn't tried to talk to me either. I didn't know what to make of that so I took it as a sign that that was it, he could come and apologise if he wanted but otherwise he could stay well away from me. Blaise was so kind and genuinely caring as well, he too hated the insult used for the muggleborns and assured me that he was there for me. I had been slightly upset one night. I had felt so alone, no one went near me, in class most people moved away from me and I usually sat alone in the Great Hall during meals. That is, everyone except Blaise. He was a shoulder to cry on. I was shocked at how fast we had bonded with one another, he had also told me about some struggles he was having with his family. Pansy had decided not to give me a tour of the school after my potions outburst and argument with Draco. I guessed that she would always side with him. So Blaise and I got well acquainted with the hallways when he took me on a tour instead. He had left the group to come and be with me, which only made me like him more. We had in fact re-enacted the kiss from the first night, several times in the last few weeks, his lips just tasted so sweet like toffee; they were soft and passionate kisses, but he wasn't afraid to get a little rough from time to time... and I loved it. Sometimes I would take charge as well, but it was rare as I rather enjoyed his dominance, which I never thought I would. His dominance was different, it wasn't harmful or leaving red marks, but instead it was gentle in a sense; sure he may grab my neck and pull my hair, but it was always with passion and never with the intent to hurt me. That's what I loved about us getting closer. It's like in such a short space of time we managed to know eachother like the back of our hands.

It was nearing the middle of October by the time he finally approached me. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist while I was about to walk up to my bedroom. Thinking it was Blaise, I turned around and pulled the culprit into a deep, lustful kiss. My eyes fluttered open to reveal a stunned Draco. I couldn't speak, my eyes widened and my mouth hung open in shock,