Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

twenty-one

-Father-Daughter-

The elements that make up like are my essence, are my satisfaction.

"Fine. leave me. I thought we had something special," yelled Draco dramatically after I told him that I wasn't going to be there that day.

I'm bent by him on his arm chair and grab his hand, "We do, we do! I've got to make room for the dad, though. I swear I still love you!" I said, playing along.

He wiped a few fake tears and nodded, "Okay. Just don't find anyone prettier than me! I couldn't survive without you!"

"Never my love, nunca mi amor."

I then dramatically walked backward to the exit and blew him a kiss, which he caught and placed over his heart.

"What took you so long?" ask father as he handed me a trenchcoat

"Draco was being dramatic. Well... more than usual," I explained. He sighed understanding and handed me a scarf.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stepping out of the office followed by dad.

"I thought we could hit the Three Broomsticks for a drink then go to some muggle shops in Edinburgh."

I cringed slightly when he said 'muggle' but agreed to not seem to suspiciously undercover as Voldemort's death eater, hitman person.

"Sounds good."

"Good because you had no say. I'm the only one who can apparate. We go where I want."

"Geez talk about attitude."

"I am around you too much."

"We're specifically doing this all today because you don't think we spend enough time together. That is something you obtained on your own. Man, you should show this side in class. The students would like you more."

"They are intimidated by me and that is how I like it.'

"Damn."

-

"This stuff is way too sweet. How can you drink it?" he asked after taking a sip of butterbeer.

"Don't tell me you've never tried butterbeer," I gasped.

"Shh. I did in my first year of Hogwarts. It was too sweet for me then and it's too sweet for me now."

"Well, maybe it will lower your bitterness. Drink it. I didn't spend money for you to waste that."

"You sound like your grandmother."

"I take that as a compliment."

"I didn't mean it as one."

"Too bad."

He rolled his eyes like-I've never seen that before-and sipped butterbeer only to make a disgusted face and set it down again.

"Salty," I said, commenting on his attitude.

"No, It's too sweet," he said, referring to his drink.

"Not the butterbeer you. You're salty," I said, "Obviously."

He arched an eyebrow, "Obviously."

"Where are we off to next?" I asked, chugging the rest of the butterbeer, slipping my coat on, and tying my scarf around my neck.

"Edinburgh. I thought we could look around and things like that. Maybe go to the castle. I really don't mind," he said.

"Nice to know," I said, "Take us there." I held out my arm for him to take and apparate us there.

We arrived in a family restroom in a random store and quickly shuffled out. My dad had a habit of landing in lingerie shops.

"We should get something to eat," I said once we were outside.

"We were just at the Three Broomsticks!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Tummy wants more. Isn't that right?" I asked in a baby voice looking down at my stomach. As if on cue, it grumbled back.

I looked up surprised and said, "I'm psychic."

"You're a witch. A hungry one."

"You take the fun out of everything."

"Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"You're right. I'm not."

"I know you better than you think," I said, turning into a random deli.

"We'll eat here."

I sat down in a corner while my father grabbed the food and drinks. I listened to the soft Italian song playing and looked out the window, content. Everything was good. I was going in the right direction, I had my dad safe with me at Hogwarts, my mother couldn't be harmed, and I had great friends.

"Are you excited?" my father asked, sitting down and handing me a panini.

I raised a brow, confused.

"The last day of school is soon. How do you think you did on your exams?" he asked.

I totally bombed those.

"Pretty well, I guess. The practical ones were easy. It was the written exam that I had a hard time with."

I was confident in my Defense Against the Dark Arts grade, my Potions grade, and my Transfiguration grade but the rest were probably going to make any thought of any career but teacher wash down the drain.

"I'm sure you did fine," he said, not doubting me like he should have.

"Have you thought of a career path?" he asked, wiping his face with a napkin.

Started it actually.

"Meh. I wouldn't mind teaching. Maybe Transfiguration or follow in your footsteps and teach Potions."

"You don't want to follow in my footsteps."

Well, if all else fails and the Dark Lord doesn't make it, I will follow in your footsteps exactly.

"I know your past. Sure, some things may be different but I wouldn't mind being as brilliant as you," I said.

He smiled, "Well, thank you. I'll be proud of you no matter what you do."

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

-

On the last day of school, I threw on my clothes, my books, and trinkets into my trunk, preparing to stay at my dad's for the second summer since my mother's death.

I lugged the heavy trunk down the steps and into the common room.

As soon as I was off the staircase, I was immediately approached my Draco and knocked to the floor.

"Write me as soon as it happens," I told him, referring to his becoming a death eater.

He helped me up and agreed, "I will. I'll write you as much as I can, I promise."

I hugged him and said, "Be safe."

"You too. Don't get caught."

-

"Ugh. I'm so glad it's over," I sighed flopping onto the couch.

"You'll have to go back next year."

"Yeah but that's ways away," I said.

"It's onl-"

"Let me enjoy it!" I yelled.

He chuckled and brought his stuff into his bedroom.

I stared at the ceiling and thought to myself.

Everything was going as planned and all was well.

At least, in that moment.

My gosh, this is so choppy and awful. I'm so sorry. But, this is the end of part two!! See you on the flip side!