Rise of the Death Eaters [3]

Chapter 58: A True Confrontation

"Running away is not going to solve anything," Draco commented as he closed the door behind us. I walked past one line of desks, running my fingers along the backs of them before turning to see him watching me.

"I don't remember asking for you opinion on the topic." He dropped any remainder of that poker face from earlier and released a sigh as he leaned back against the door.

He knew I wasn't going to make this easy for him. Whatever he was out here accomplishing.

"It's not an opinion, Ava, it's a fact. Your father would find you within the day—"

"Is there anything else you want to share about my father while we are on the topic?" I countered steadily. Draco paused in his words and shut his mouth.

So he did know.

I chuckled ironically as I shook my head, looking away from him. "Unbelievable."

"Is your father the reason you're running away?"

I glanced back at him to see an attempt I was sure of Draco trying to sway the conversation. It made me sick.

"Oh please, it's nothing like that-"

"Surely your mother could do something-" I looked him dead in the eye before shooting that down with a simple, "You've seen how my parents interact. Do you really think she has much of a choice there?"

Draco didn't respond so I went on.

"I'm not here to talk about my father's abusive behaviors. And frankly I didn't want to talk about the hypothetics of running away when I was never planning to do so in the first place-"

"Then what was Spencer going on for?"

"She's upset because my father grabbed Theo and took him last night. Granted it happened after we found out that my father was a death eater." I watched as Draco remined unnaturally still to my revelation. "It's funny," I added, walking along the line of desks with my fingers trailing the seats methodically. "You think you know someone and then everything shifts on a dime."

"Ava, what did you—"

"I saw your father there too, you know," I turned back to face him as my words hit and saw those silver eyes of his darken automatically. I knew Draco enough to know he was going to take his father's side no matter the comment I made next.

"I also saw," I continued after a pause, "Nott's father, or at least heard him called. I also managed to send a lovely Bombarda curse at Goyle's father. Doubt he's going to be walking anytime soon."

"You fought them?" Draco reacted in alarm. "Ava, their death eaters!"

"No shit," I deadpanned. "Maybe if someone had told me how my father had turned I would have acted differently-"

"No you wouldn't," Draco cut off. He walked toward the first line of desk but stopped from coming any closer. "You'd follow Potter to the ends of the earth from what I've seen."

"My bad," I snapped back. "I should have realized my association with Harry would drive you to keep me in the dark. Guess I should have just talked to Nott—"

"Ha, yes, I bet he'd be more than happy to follow your loose attentions," Draco remarked in a sick tone. "Should I go get him back here? It sounds like you two weren't finished-"

"Don't be so petty. I want nothing to do with Nott— you saw what he pulled the other day. I can't understand why you're friends with him—"

"It's not that simple, Ava."

"Oh? So seeing you two walking together outside of the common room just now wasn't a sign that you're friends? You Coward."

"He's a family friend! It's not like I could just up and leave him, he's around my family's house every other weekend. I'd have thought you would understand."