When Bellatrix has a Daughter

11. Thinking about her

Dedicated to xXSharlynnKeehlXx

I reached the common room panting. I shouted the password at The Fat Lady. “There is no need to yell,” The Fat Lady said in a dignified voice, looking down upon me and swinging the door open. The common room was empty. I rushed up the stairs taking two steps at a time. I blasted open my dormitory door. Hermione was sitting up in her bed. Ignoring her, I put on my pajamas with unnecessary force and buried my face in my pillow.

“Elvis…,” Hermione started.

“I’M ASLEEP!” I yelled and pretended to snore. It was a bad act (I never snored) but something was better than nothing. Exhaustion took over me and I had the pleasure of leaving my present at least for a few hours.

**

“That was very stupid of you Elvis,” Draco gritted his teeth, “Do you have any idea as to what might have happened if you got expelled??” we were in a deserted class, instead of in the Great Hall. We had nicked some food and now were having some sandwich and catching up. “Oh no Draco, I don’t think I know. I didn’t know what would happen if I got expelled. I didn’t know I would die a very painful death. Oh no, I know nothing,” I mocked.

“You need to act responsibly-”

“What’s wrong with you Draco??!” I shouted. I was being very irritated at the smallest reasons, “Aren’t you happy that I proved to you that I am no longer someone’s girlfriend!!?”

“Elvis?” he seemed shocked. I threw my food on the floor dramatically and stormed out. I entered the Great Hall, not caring that I was late. Some Slytherines cheered as I entered. I clenched my teeth and walked to the farthest corner. The Gryffindors stared at me; some glared. I didn’t spare a glance at Harry and Hermione.

Now we had to go to Professor McGonagall to get our routines. What I’d taken was simple; whatever Draco had taken. Professor treated us with marked coldness; those who’d created mayhem in the common room yesterday.

‘By the way,” she said stiffly, “since you didn’t get expelled, I think you should get more than detention. I’m going to take fifty points from Gryffindor.” For me it didn’t make any difference. All these houses and their marks were nothing after all. “Professor!” Harry seemed shocked and dismayed. “Potter and Lestrange are going to have detention with Professor Snape,” she pressed on loudly. My stomach did a flip flop. “Granger and Longbottom will please accompany Filch in cleaning trophies with bare hands.” Hermione gave a small groan. “As for the two Weasleys who are in the hospital wing, their detention will wait until they are fully able to come to school,” she said, “your partners will be changed every two days, also your detention.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened.

“Now Parvati…” she turned to the girl waiting to get her routine. I turned back and was exiting when I couldn’t help but hear Harry say dismally, “This year Gryffindor is going to lose.” “It’s okay,” Hermione said reassuringly. “You don’t understand Hermione; Snape already deducted 150 points yesterday!” Hermione gasped at the unfairness. “But why?” I heard her say as I left them.

*

Ron was grinning at his two best friends. “Mum said she would come to visit us anytime soon,” Ron said. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Hermione repeated, concerned. “Stop being too worried Hermione,” Ginny said, “Of course he can bear that much, or else he’s even worse than a sissy like me.” “And since when were you a sissy?” Harry said, feigning surprise. They laughed.

Their gleeful meeting stopped when they saw me. “What are you doing here Elvis?” Ron said scornfully.

“I had a message for Madam Pomfrey; any problem with that Ron?” I said with equal scorn. That was a lie. I’d actually come here to check on Ron and Ginny. Seeing they were all right, I was just about to exit. I stood staring at them. Ron snorted, “As if I would believe that.” “You believing doesn’t matter Weasley,” I snapped, getting out. I stopped when I saw the Weasley family coming towards the hospital wing. Something churned in my stomach; unbearable guilt. I couldn’t meet Mrs. Weasley’s eyes as they rested on me.