Being His Daughter CONTINUED

Revenge...?

   "God, you remind me of the Mudblood when you do that." Draco gagged dramatically as I glared up at him. "I mean Muggleborn," he added hastily. I looked down at the book I was reading and then faintly heard him mumble, "No, I mean Mudblood," to Blaise, who sniggered.

"Well if I remind you of Hermione so much, then you can leave?" I offered, smiling sarcastically up at him from where he sat across from me in the library. "Seriously, I don't even know why you two followed me in here."

"I've never seen you read before," Blaise said with a shrug.

"Who do you think I am? Crabbe?" I asked, rolling my eyes. He chuckled lightly.

"You know I have to come with you," Draco said, picking up one of the books I had in a stack beside me and eyeing it curiously. "Why are you reading about Shrinking Spells?"

"Did you see how I performed on the First Task?" I demanded. "I looked pathetic," I added quietly.

"Hey, but you did get second place," Blaise reasoned. "Still pisses me off you couldn't beat a bloody Gryffindor--"

"I'd like to see you battle a dragon," Draco snapped at him and Blaise grumbled something incoherent, leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms. "Anyways, what you should be doing is trying to figure out what that blasted screeching egg means, love. Thing sounds an awful lot like mother."

I snorted, shaking my head, the words on the page of the tattered book suddenly not making any more sense to me. "I wish Narcissa heard that. But shush! I can't even concentrate."

"We've been in here a bloody hour already," Blaise groaned, causing the librarian to shush him. He paid no mind as he continued at the same volume: "Why can't you bring all this rubbish up to the common room and you can be a Mudblood in there?"

"Gross, don't call her a Mudblood," Draco spat.

"You just did, though."

"No! I said she reminded me of that Mudblood Granger--"

"Don't call anyone a Mudblood, how about that?" I said, shooting a pointed look at Blaise. He blew me a kiss and I groaned, slamming my book shut and leaning back. "Well, it seems like I can't concentrate with you two here so I'm going back to the--"

"Finally!" Blaise exclaimed.

"Shush!" Madam Pince hissed from behind her desk. Blaise, once again, ignored her as he sauntered his way out of the library with Draco and I right behind him.

"You didn't have to stay in there with me, you know," I droned from behind Blaise. I rolled my eyes when he didn't respond. Draco looked over at me before looping his arm around me. Looking at him, my heart pounded remembering what he had done right before I left with Snape to go out into the corridor the day of the First Task. My cheeks heated up when I recalled the feeling of the soft peck of his lips on them.

"You don't need to keep beating yourself up over that task, love," he said smoothly as we walked. Blaise was oblivious to anything we were saying.

I sighed. "I just want to do better next time," I admitted. I looked up at Blaise before adding in a whisper, "My father seemed a bit--mad. Probably because I sucked..."

Draco's grey eyes widened at this. "But he...he can't be--mad. You're risking your life for this," he hissed, his eyebrows narrowing in anger.

I hushed him quietly, nodding up at Blaise. "I mean...I'm not really risking my life. I'm just sort of--"