Daddy issues

CHAPTER FORTY NINE: Just a meeting that's all

It had been a blissful month of hookups and secret trips about the castle with Draco. I don't know why but I just couldn't get enough of him recently and with Christmas fast approaching, it would be very hard to resist him when at home... especially with Dad lurking about the house now, using it like a hotel.

The Christmas decorations were up and I had been thinking. A lot. About how the 'Golden Trio' -such a pathetic name to be brutally honest- had been ignoring my previous existence as their friend and now just threw me dirty looks across the classrooms and hallways. Now, I had given up on trying to be nice and prove people wrong. Now, I didn't want to be anything other than feared. They say the only thing stronger than fear is hope, but they were wrong. I had tried to be hopeful, I had tried to be kind and tried to have some wishful thinking. But all that thinking was for nothing. It never worked. I succumbed to my fate. I was made to reign and follow in my father's footsteps, so be it. Truth was, while it was nice to be recognised and separated from my last name and who I was as a person, I never truly wanted to be admired. I didn't want to be a goddess or deity; a thing of fleeting admiration and beauty. While it's nice, it would never have lasted. But fear... fear lasts. I am reminded of that by the demons that haunt my nightmares and almost every waking moment too. In fact, I wanted to be God themself. I wanted to have the power, the control. I wanted to be the embodiment of divine destruction and with people I thought were friends recently abandoning me... It just gave me a valid reason. I decided I would answer the question that had been posed to me earlier in forth year. I would become The Dark Lady and one day I would reign. Maybe, just maybe I would be better than my father...

"Hey! Bella! Are you good?" I hear Blaise's voice, snapping me from my thoughts. "You completely zoned out..." He laughed as I just nodded my head and got up from my seat at the Slytherin table, pushing away my plate of breakfast that I hadn't eaten.

I began to make my way from the table towards the teachers table, approaching Sev. I got several looks and whispers as no one usually goes up to the teachers during mealtimes but I just ignored them and continued my approach, making my way up the steps and resting my hands on the table in front of him.

"Is there something I can help you with Miss Riddle, or did you just fancy flaunting your face and the fact that you skipped the detention last night?" His baritone voice sneered.

"Oh piss off!"

"Such language is not very ladylike, you should watch yourself. I'm sure Lucius wouldn't care for it..." he continued in a hushed voice, "nor your father."

I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes before finally telling him what I had to. I had made up my mind.

"Set up a meeting with Lucius and... ahem... Timmy. I have made a decision." I hushed so no other staff could hear. Timmy was a nickname we had come up with for Dad seeing as he was called Tom, and Tommy would be too obvious... though I'm sure Timmy was a bit...

"Ah... Very well. Get to your lessons. I'll see you in potions."

I nodded and started heading out of the Great Hall and to the common room to collect my books for the day. I was about to turn the handle to my bedroom when I felt his hand rest on mine, the cold silver of his ring pressing against the back of my hand.

"What do you want, Draco?" I mumbled, struggling against his grip to open the door.

I walked through and gathered my belongings, stuffed them into my bag and re-brushed and re-styled my hair (a nervous habit from an early age).

"What was all that stuff with Sev about at breakfast? Are you okay?" I heard his footsteps as he paced about my room and I could just feel his anxiety radiating off his body.

"Stop playing with your ring, Draco, it's fucking annoying!" I snapped.

"Wha- How did you know I was playing with it? You were facing the wall?" His confusion plastered the walls as I turned to face him, his expression that of perplex.

"Look, I don't know, but what I do know is that I have made my mind up. I was just informing Snape to call both your father and mine here for a meeting today. Happy?"

There was no response from him.

"There's no need to worry. Okay? It's just some business that needs taking care of. Now, get out and go to class. I'll see you in transfiguration." I spoke sternly to assure him I was perfectly fine and definitely not about to make a life-changing decision to become one of the fucking evil bastards that follow Dad around and that I always complained about.

Definitely not.

It's just a meeting to discuss some arrangements... Yes that's all.