American Amongst the Brits (Harry Potter)

Chapter 4

~Readers POV~

"What the hell are the two of you doing in my room? Why are you watching me sleep?" I yelled out.

"We just returned you to bed. You have done something rather peculiar." Lucius said.

"See I came to give you a blanket to shut you up because you were cold and after knocking and not getting response I was going back to my room. Before I made it back to my room you stepped out of yours. You appeared awake and walked out of the school in your apparel and barefooted. You did something peculiar and then we found out who your parents were." Snape said.

"What was my father's name? No one told me that." I said and questioned.

"We actually don't know that ourselves but, I have heard of your mother and how she died. For that I am sorry. It was a rather traumatizing to hear about it." Lucius said.

"Thanks, that is peaceful." I said and rolled my eyes.

I looked down at my outfit and realized how naked I must appear to them.

"This is comfy. Why are you two staring at me like I have no clothes on at all?" I asked and Snape looked away. Why couldn't he stare at me like this? I would prefer him to look at me over Mr. Malfoy. Please look at me again Snape. Just give me some kind of hint that you like what you see. Anything.

"Are you eating Ms. Y/l/n?" Snape said still not looking at me.

"Why does that matter?" I asked.

"It matters because you appear rather unhealthy. You need to take better care of yourself." Snape commented.

"Now, Snape don't be rude to this beautiful girl. Let her mind her own business and we can mind our own." Lucius said.

"Then why did you give me clothes that were two sizes to big?" I asked Lucius.

"In case when you decided to eat you filled your figure appropriately." Lucius said and smiled.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means he finds you too skinny. We will be going now. Get some rest." Snape hissed his words at me.

I can't help it. I can't help the size I am. I never got a real chance to eat anything there. I didn't have friends outside of Jess and her family couldn't afford to feed another mouth. It's not like I love what I see in the mirror but surely it could not be to bad. Am I disgusting to look at? Maybe that's why Snape does not like to look at me. Why does this matter? Why did it matter to me if he looked at me this much? I have never cared about how I looked to others. Why start now? The men left my room and shut my door. I looked over and noticed that Snape left the blanket on the bed with me and was painfully aware of the fireplace that was in the room because it filled the room with warmth. Just enough to keep me from being startled awake with the coldness. I again started to take in the feeling of the room and quickly dozed back off.

~Snape's POV~

"Lucius, I need you to give her more appropriate sleepwear." I said.

"I think what she is wearing is perfectly fine." Lucious said smiling.

"I mean it. Should this happen again for some reason she should not be risking losing toes because of the cold." I said now ready to hurt him.

"But of course. You are worried about her losing toes or is it something else?" Lucius said with a smile.

"She is inappropriate. No professor or old man should stare at her rear end Lucius." I said and glared at him. He scoffed at what I assume was the statement of calling him an old man.