Bands at Hogwarts

Is this what you call a family?

Kellin's P.O.V.

"Mr. Bostwick! What ingredients are in a Sleeping Draught?" I heard Professor Snape snap, I internally groan and look at him.

"Lavender, standard ingredient, Flobberworm mucus and Valerian springs. And for the last time; its Quinn." I told him bored, I knew all of this stuff. I should be in advanced potions but Draco made me stay so he would have a friend. Plus my wonderful boyfriend is in the class.

"Very good Mr. Bostwick, 10 points to Slytherin." Snape said, ignoring my protests of him calling me by my fathers horrid last name.

"It's Quinn!" I yelled at him without realizing it. I clamped my hand around my mouth in shock.

"Why do you insist I call you by something that is not your name?" Snape sneered, a glare present on his face.

"Because that's my fathers name! I live with my mother, my father is long gone! So I hate his name!" I snapped at him, not regretting that everyone know knew that my father was nonexistent in my pathetic life. Snape's glare softened and he continued teaching as if nothing ever happened. I look over and see Vic looking at me with sad eyes. I bet he was confused, I never spoke about my family. Especially my father. I knew he was going to ask about it after class.

I almost groaned out loud once I realized that lunch was right after my potions class. I put my head on the table in between my arms and looked at my nails. They were white with a pretty black feather design Ally did. Snape called out some other questions but we never made an actual potion the entire class. And when the bell rang, I ran out of there like a bat out of hell. (Sorry XD I had to put that in here, my mum says it all the time.) I was in my dormitory when Draco came in and sat down next to me. Neither of us said anything, we just sat in silence.

"I am rather fond of my mother also, I never liked my father. He is mean and cruel, and very closed minded.
I wish I could simply go by my mother's maiden name. But ever hers is horrible." I looked up to find Draco looking at me with sympathy.

"My dad left when I was 5." I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"Does he know?" Draco asked, I knew he was talking about Vic.

"No, I'm scared to tell him."

"Don't be, it could bring you closer. The truth sets you free Kellin. I've learned that the hard way, but it brought me closer to Harry. And I'm very thankful for that." Draco admitted, I looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you, Draco."

"Anytime. Quinn." He smiled at me, I smiled back and chuckled. I got up and walked out of the Slytherin common room and to the great hall. I found Vic talking to Austin with a concerned look on his face. I walked up to him and opened my mouth to speak before he even had a chance to look at me.

"My father left when I was 5 years old. That's why I hate him so much. He ruined our family, especially my mother." I told him, subconsciously shivering when mentioning my mother. Vic looked at me, wide eyed and open mouthed. He got up and hugged me tightly, I hugged back just now noticing the tears hat had tracked down my face.

"If I ever meet him, he will be six feet under in under six minutes." Vic growled, hugging my tighter, I laughed and kissed his cheek. We soon heard Austin clapping, then Ally, then soon the whole school, well most of it, was clapping. More tears fell down my face, but this time they were happy tears. I have never been so happy in my life. I've got a fantastic boyfriend who loves me. A wonderful education going. All of the books I could possibly want. Friends who would protect me no matter what. I am being myself and wearing what I want to wear. And I am finally away from my mother.

Vic pulled away from the hug and kissed me gingerly. I kissed back, smiling while doing so. I felt incredibly happy, and nothing and no body was going to change that. I felt like I could conquer the world. But in that moment all I wanted to do was be with Vic, my Vic.

Sorry it's short, got a bit of writers block with the this story but I'll update whenever! Love ou guys!

Kisses, F