Being His Daughter CONTINUED

No Magic

"Yeah, well, Potter can go die in a hole," Blaise commented as we all made our way down to the Great Hall.

"Blaise, give it a rest," Jalen droned. "I don't like him either, but—"

"None of us like him," Theodore cut in, nodding at Blaise. "That's why he should go die in a hole." He didn't say it maliciously, like Blaise had, but matter-of-factly, causing me to snort. Remembering I had told them I had sort of forgiven Harry the day before, I covered it up with a cough.

"Just calm down, guys," I said, patting Blaise on the arm as he glared ahead of him, twirling his hand between his fingers. "He's not—"

"He left you, and I'm not going to give up until I get him back. Right, Theo? Crabbe? Goyle? Come on, Malfoy, I know you want to jinx that prat, too."

"Obviously—"

I elbowed him in the gut, and even though he grunted, he still smirked at me, causing me to roll my eyes but smile. I hadn't told Draco what Harry had said to me last night; how he had accused Lucius of being a Death Eater, since Draco would definitely approach and confront Harry about it, and that was the last thing I needed. Harry was right about Lucius, though, and that made the entire situation worse. The thought of having to remain friends with him was horrible before, but now it seemed unbearable. How was I supposed to even tolerate him when all he knew how to do was complicate my life and thwart my father and I's plans? He had said he didn't want to fight last night, but his statements clearly contradicted his words, which made me hate him more.

There was a sudden commotion of multiple grunts from a tall group of Slytherins behind us. When I glanced back, I saw that there was something small pushing its way through the grumpy group, and when it darted out, I was bemused to see it was a small Slytherin, a first year, and he was headed directly for me. He automatically grasped the back of my robes in his small fist, and when he looked up at me with his brown eyes, black hair, and innocent expression, not only was he oddly familiar, but I realized he had done the same thing to me last night when I was leading the first years out of the Great Hall. He had been the oddly small first year attached to the back of my robes.

Theodore whistled as I stared back at the boy in bewilderment. "Someone's got a secret admirer," he snickered.

"Shoo," Draco spat, swatting his hands at the little boy as if he were a large bug. "Get off her, you pesky—"

"Draco!" I hissed, ignoring Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy's guffaws. "Don't be mean— What are you doing, though?" I asked the small Slytherin in a much politer tone. He didn't answer me, just gripped onto my robes tighter and looked up at me with those bright eyes that held all that innocence.

I shrugged, looking forward again and stalking into the Great Hall with my friends, and the boy attached to the back of my robes...

I spotted Harry as soon as we entered, but none of my friends did, thankfully. I knew that if they saw him, at least four of them would stomp over to him right now and start something, more specifically, Blaise, since he was still grumbling about "Potter."

Right before we sat down at the Slytherin Table, the feeling of the small hand holding onto my robes disappeared, and I looked back to see the small Slytherin had instead darted over to the Ravenclaw table, where the haughty Ravenclaw who hated me—Daniels's brother—seemed to be scolding him. The small boy's face was impassive, and he simply shrugged before coming back over to the Slytherin table, glumly sitting at the end with the rest of the first years.