Being His Daughter

Barry

 "Hello," someone greeted, sitting in front of me and making me look up.

"Oh, hey, Hermione." I smiled.

"What are you reading?" she asked. I was bent over a large textbook for my Potions class.

"Just a book on this certain potion I found interesting," I said. She beamed.

"Thank goodness!" she exclaimed, causing the librarian, Madam Pince, she shush her quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Hermione whispered before turning back to me. "But thank goodness," she continued in a quieter voice making me giggle. "I'm so glad someone else actually tries to gain more knowledge than what they're asked. I swear, I thought I was the only one."

"Well, only when I'm really bored," I explained, glancing back down at the book full of ingredients for various potions.

Hermione laughed. "Bored?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. "How can you be bored, honestly? You know, with Malfoy being by your side every minute. Where is Malfoy anyway?"

I looked around before shrugging. "Probably somewhere with his followers," I said.

She hummed approvingly. "Oh yes, Crabbe and Goyle, right?" I simply nodded my head. "What?" she asked. "You don't like them?"

"I hardly know them, plus they don't really talk much." I shrugged. "And when they do, they just agree with anything Draco or I say. Or they mess with someone smaller than them at an attempt to be funny. It's really annoying actually. Sometimes they can be okay--mostly Goyle but--I don't know--"

"Woah, not so Slytherin I see," Hermione said. I looked up at her quickly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"Nothing," she said calmly. "It's just Slytherins have a reputation for that sort of stuff. You know, picking on people more vulnerable than them. I thought you would be like that, too, but you don't seem like it."

"I'm not," I said roughly.

"Well, I'm sorry," she said. "And uh-- if you ever need to hang out with someone not like the rest of the Slytherins, I'm here."

I stared at her for a second, and then I slowly started to smile. "Thanks, Hermione."

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"Sierra!"

I turned around just as someone crashed into me. They wrapped their arms around me just to steady us, and I blinked, the face of Potter in front of me. I instantaneously pushed away from him quickly. He stumbled back, looking a bit shocked. I quickly tried to cover it up. "Oh! Pot- I mean, Harry! I didn't know that was you, sorry," I said quickly. He didn't look suspicious, which I was thankful for.

"That's alright," he said. "I was just wondering...if you would like to come with Ron and I out to the black lake. His brothers, Fred and George, said they wanted to show us something and I'm sure you would like it."

"Oh. Uh-- sure, why not? When?"

"Right now." He grabbed my wrist and I felt a shock shoot up my arm, but couldn't snatch it away because we were already running down the hall towards the exit of the castle.

"Harry, slow down!" I yelled, trying to keep up with him. He really was fast. He must have not heard me because he kept dragging me along out to the Great Lake.

I spotted three redheaded boys sitting by the edge of the lake and when we reached them, Potter released my arm and I dropped down next to Weasley, panting. "Woah," one of the unfamiliar redheaded boys said. "When we said hurry, we didn't think you'd take it so seriously, Harry."