Being His Daughter

The Bookshop

 "Draco! Sierra!" Lucius sounded irritated already, and it was only morning. "Hurry up! I've been waiting for fifteen minutes already!"

I mumbled bitterly as I thrust the blankets off of me and dragged myself out of bed. Draco had left in the middle of the night when Nagini had slithered in. She had hissed angrily at Draco snuggled up beside me and he had hurriedly rushed out of the room, ruffling my hair along the way. Nagini was still in his place, sound asleep.

"I'm coming!" I hollered and heard Draco yell the same across the hall. I quickly put on some jeans, a plain black shirt, and flats, throwing my robes over it. I ran my fingers through my hair a bit and then put it into a ponytail, grabbing my wand and throwing the door open. I rushed out of the room but then smacked right into something. I fell back against the wall, clutching my chest. The wind had been knocked out of me.

"Sierra! I'm sorry!" Draco pulled me forward back onto my feet. I steadied myself and smoothed down the front of my robes.

"It's alright," I breathed, refilling my lungs with air. "Lets go." I grabbed his hand and we hurried down the stairs. Even though I knew Lucius was probably growing really impatient, my stomach rumbled so I changed course.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked as I headed into the kitchen. There was shiny black marble on the floor, going good with the grey walls and black cabinets. There was also a small circular table in the center with four chairs around it.

"Good morning, Dobby!" I greeted, spotting him scrubbing the floor in the corner. He immediately jumped up, his eyes lighting up.

"Good morning, Sierra!" he squeaked racing up to me. He wiped his soapy hands on his cloth and looked up at me again. "What is it you would like ma'am?"

"Just some pumpkin juice and toast, please," I said, taking a seat at the small table.

"Yes, Sierra, Miss Sierra, right away, miss!" he said, rushing around the kitchen snapping his fingers. In less than two minutes, two pieces of buttered toast were sitting in front of me with a glass of orange pumpkin juice.

"Thank you," I said.

Draco glared down at Dobby. "Get me the same thing. Now!"

The poor elf yelped and began to scurry around the kitchen in a more frantic manner, talking to himself. "H-Here you go Master Draco," Dobby said fearfully, holding out the toast and juice. Draco snatched it from him and began to gulp it down. I glared at him, frozen with a piece of toast to my lips. He slammed the glass onto the table and looked at me. His eyes softened when he looked at how intense my face was. He reached a hand out towards me and I scooted back in my chair quickly, causing a scraping sound.

"You're so damn rude!" I said roughly. Draco looked taken aback and Dobby looked between the two of us worriedly, his large eyes going even wider.

"Oh no, Miss Sierra." Dobby stepped in front of me, his eyes watering. "Don't be mad at Master Draco!" I knew he was only saying it because he thought Draco would get angry with him, claiming it was his fault I was mad. I sighed and looked back up at Draco. He opened his mouth to say something but I stood from my chair abruptly and placed my empty glass in the sink.

"Sierra." I knew Draco was right behind me from how close he sounded.

"What?" I snapped, turning around. I backed up, pressing against the sink, when I saw how close he really was.

"Don't be mad," he said softly, his eyes basically pleading. "But he is our servant."

"I don't care!" I barked and he grabbed my wrists gently.