Two Sisters, Two Loves

Quarrel In Diagon Alley

*Krista’s Point of View*
  I noticed the house was unusually quiet this morning. I climbed out of bed and left my bedroom to go downstairs to the kitchen. Mom had breakfast going and dad was reading this morning’s edition of The Daily Prophet, but Kenzie wasn’t here.
  “Morning, sweetheart,” Dad grinned up from his paper.
  “Morning, dad,” I said tiredly, settling myself in a chair, “Morning, mom.”
  “Good morning, Krista,” She smiled, stirring whatever was in the pan.
  I poured myself a glass of orange juice, taking small sips as dad grumbled at the paper.
  “Everything all right, dad?” I asked.
  He folded up the paper and slapped it onto the smooth surface of the kitchen table, “Rubbish is what this paper is. I’ve never been more humiliated or ashamed to work for the Ministry.”
  Mom walked over and kissed his cheek, “It’s all right, dear. This is not on you.”
  He growled, “Honey, You-Know-Who has returned and the Minister is doing nothing about it. He says he plans to add security, but if anything, the devil already has his foot inside the door.”
  “I’m sure there’s something that’s planned,” She tried to reassure him.
  Dad grumbled again, taking the paper delicately in his fingers before crushing it into a ball and tossing it in the trash.
  “Hello!” Came Kenzie’s voice from the living room.
  “In here, sweetheart!” Dad called back.
  Kenzie came into the kitchen with a small bag. She seemed tired, but really happy.
  “Have fun?” Dad asked as she sat down beside me.
  “Tons,” she smiled sleepily, rubbing her eyes, “We actually stayed up half the night.”
  I looked back and forth between them, “What?”
  Dad chuckled, “Since you spend a lot of time with Neville, Kenzie spent the night at Hermione’s for a little friend time.”
  She pressed her lips together as I turned to her. She kept her head down, but she grinned. I knew the truth immediately.
  I smiled, “Oh, really? That sounds like it was a lot of fun.”
  Her grin was wiped off her face when she realized what I’m doing.
  She took a deep breath to keep herself calm, “It was really fun. Too bad you didn’t come with. We played games and talked.”
  “No, that’s fine,” I smirked, “But I’m very interested in knowing what kind of game was so entertaining to keep you up half the night.”
  She set her jaw in a calm expression, “We played a bunch of different things.”
  “Let me try to guess some,” I smirked, then pretended to think, “I know Trouble is definitely one...”
  The color drained from her face and she eyed me in panic.
  I pretended to keep thinking, “I’m sure Hide-and-Seek was needed, too. Maybe Break the Ice, or Apples to Apples. That’s always fun. Oh! And who could forget the best game? Twister.”
  She stared at me in horror. Honestly, I’m a little proud of my metaphorical way of speaking.
  Good thing our dad hasn’t cracked it yet, “Those are good games, but I’m more of a chess man myself.”
  Kenzie shook her head at me, “Hide-and-Seek happened once, but it wasn’t last night. We mainly played checkers, but she kept jumping me. We did want to play Twister, though, but we thought we’d wake her parents up.”
  I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. I’m not sure what’s better. The fact we’re talking about this in front of mom and dad using game names or the fact neither of them figured out the true topic of the conversation. We shut our mouths when mom served breakfast and we ate almost without breathing.  Both of us were really hungry.
  A couple hours went by and I was in my room getting ready to head to Diagon Alley when I heard a knocking at the front door, followed by happy voices. I went out to the hallway and looked down into the living room. Neville was standing and talking with dad.
  “Neville!” I shouted happily.
  He and dad looked up to see me running down the stairs and over to them, jumping in his arms. My dad laughed at me.
  “What are you doing here?” I asked.
  He grinned, glancing at my dad, “I’m going to Diagon Alley with you. Gran asked if you could take me.”
  I hugged him tightly as dad kept laughing, “You already can, but now I think it’s mandatory. My daughter’s glued to you.”
  After a bit when all the laughs were finished, mom and dad took us to Diagon Alley to go shopping for our sixth year supplies and textbooks. Neville held me close to him the entire time, even when I needed to step away for a moment. Mom and dad laughed at us the whole time and dad was constantly asking Neville questions about different things. Kenzie just stayed off to the side burrowed in her thoughts. Everything was going well... That is, until dad saw Malfoy and his dad walking towards us.
  “Stay here,” Dad growled the second he saw them, “I’ll take care of this.”
  He walked off to confront them, but instead of staying, Kenzie took off after him.
  I tugged at Neville’s shirt nervously, “Uh, Neville?”
  He shook his head. Too terrified to say anything. Something tells me this won’t end well.
*Kenzie’s Point of View*
  “Stay here,” Dad growled, seeing Draco and his father, “I’ll take care of this.”
  I want to know what he plans to do, so I ran after him even though he said to stay. You could feel the tension as they came face to face.
  “Lucius,” Dad growled.
  “,” Mr. Malfoy responded back coolly, “I wouldn’t have expected you here today.” He looked down to me with angry recognition, eying the small part of the scar on my shoulder that was visible, “I see you must be here with your girls.”
  “I am. My very well-behaved girls who aren’t on the road to being delinquents,” Dad half-snapped without much emotion.
  I looked up to meet Draco’s gentle gaze, getting lost in the shining pools of mercury. Despite our fathers’ argument, we eyed each other longingly. Draco’s gaze dropped to my lips and back to my eyes as he nibbled on his, tilting his head to the side. He still looks tired, but his hair had been brushed neatly from the mess I left it in earlier. I know we shouldn’t kiss, but I want to so desperately. If not, at least hug him.
  “My son is a fine young man,” Mr. Malfoy defended. “He’s not tainted like your cross-bred brats.”
  Dad snarled, “My daughters are beautiful and perfect. They’re not corrupted with ideas of one person being better than another and sure weren’t bred for show. Your son is the troublemaker at that school.”
  “Don’t be jealous, Lewis. My son worked for the headmistress and did well. It’s your daughters that were breaking laws. Don’t trash my family for your poor choices.”
  “You trash yourself, Lucius. Your family is a joke. If I ever hear of your degenerate atrocity comes near either of my daughters, he’ll be deader than your self-respect.”
  “Your daughters are atrocities. Results of the mingling of pure and filthy muggle blood. My son won’t be anywhere near them, otherwise he’d be tainted. Just like your loyalty to the bloodline. Come, Draco.”
  Mr. Malfoy turned on his heel and began walking away, but Draco stayed where he was. He watched his dad leave and swallowed hard, turning to look at me.
  “Get out of here, boy,” Dad snapped, “Come, Kenzie.”
  Dad tried to nudge me away, but I eased out of his grasp and stood where I was, eying Draco back.
  “Kenzie! Let’s go!” Dad growled angrily.
  I looked at dad, but didn’t move. I turned back, taking a step toward Draco.
  “Kenzie!”
  I ignored him and stood a couple of inches away from Draco. He looked down to me with a small, saddened smile. I mouthed “I love you” and wrapped my arms around him in a warm hug. His body tensed and I know it’s because he’s nervous about it, but he relaxed and hugged me back.
  “I love you, too,” He whispered low enough that only I could hear.
  I let go of him and turned back to my baffled and angry father. He grasped my wrist and dragged me back to mom, Krista and Neville. All of them were utterly shocked.
  “What the hell was that?!” Dad demanded.
  I crossed my arms, “I’m sick of this argumentative rivalry you have with Mr. Malfoy, dad. I’m trying to make a point that this whole thing is stupid and whatever started it needs to be let go.”
  “She has a point, dear,” Mom stuck up for me, “We’ve been at this too long.”
  Dad glared at me in rage, but let go of my arm. He didn’t speak to me or anyone else for the rest of the day.
  Mom later told me that dad said what I did was irresponsible and the rivalry will never end. And as far as he’s concerned, if he ever sees us hugging again, I can kiss Draco goodbye forever. As of tonight, I’m forbidden to be involved with him in anyway. Dad only thought the hug was friendly and not romantic, but it doesn’t matter to him. According to him, Draco’s a degenerate deserving to rot in prison with his dad and I am to stay away at all costs.
  I laid in bed and thought about the whole thing. I finally realized the importance in this whole thing. I’m getting older and my dad doesn’t scare me anymore. Draco’s my true love and nothing my dad can say or do with ever stop it.