Riddle Me This

Chapter 33

Catherine's POV

I woke up to find Draco waiting in the common room for me. He looked a little flustered, but when I approached, that seemed to change into a little blush.

"Morning Kitty." He said, giving me a quick kiss to the cheek. I giggled as I kissed his back.

"Good Morning Dragon." He gave me a small smile before we headed to breakfast. It was nice when everyone handed up their galleons.

"Don't have to pay for a first date now. I can do it with my winnings." Draco said as he pulled me closer.

"First date? Sounds nice." I said, leaning in and giving him another quick kiss.

"Ugh. You two are going to make me sick." Pansy said as she went for her pumpkin juice.

"We aren't snogging in front of you yet." I said. "But you may be right, maybe we are acting a little too mushy." I said to Draco. "Not that I'm complaining of course. I've been dreaming this since third year, but most couples are shy and bashful. Not usually holding hands." Draco shrugged.

"Well, we aren't most couples." Draco said. I smiled.

"True." And we finished up breakfast before heading to class.

Our first Defense Against the Dark Arts class made me want to be sick. The first thing I want to here in the morning is not 'Good morning children'. I may not be an adult, but don't belittle me with that voice that sounds like you're talking to a bunch of five year olds that don't know how to control their magic yet. And oh how the class took a downward spiral. No practicing magic, just LEARNING about it. I'm sorry, no. My biological father has come back to power. If I don't know exactly how to use the spell I'm using to defend myself, I'm going to die.

And then the question of how to defend ourselves against Voldemort came up. Well, Harry was firm in his grounding that Voldemort was back, and Umbridge gave him detention. And so I stepped in.

"He has a point." I said from the back. "My father isn't going to stand there and let our OWL scores defend us. He's going to strike hard, and if we don't know our spells, we're going to die."

"And who is your father, Miss. Smith." Umbridge asked. I stared her in the eye with an 'are you fucking kidding me' look.

"Are you kidding me? My biological father is Voldemort." Umbridge stepped back a bit, and for once it brought me pride that my heritage could make people fear me. "And as happy as I am to have had no contact with him for the past fourteen years, he's back. And I can only imagine how happy he is to finish what he started."

"He is not back!" Umbridge said firmly.

"You keep telling yourself that. And while you do so, tell my nightmares so my roommates and I can get some damn sleep." I stood, glaring. "I don't care how badly you want to pretend the world is all sunshine and daisies, it's not. And foregoing teaching us to defend ourselves in a class strictly used to do such." I scoffed. "You might as well be digging our graves and be ready to bury us yourself."

"Detention! Miss. Smith. In my office with Mr. Potter." Umbridge said. "Now sit down, and let us begin." I stayed standing for a moment.

"And if I walk out of the room?" The gasps were fantastic to hear. Umbridge was looking pissed, and it gave me great pleasure to see her face slowly begin to turn red. "Sorry, let me rephrase that." I cleared my throat and added a sickeningly sweet tone to my voice. "Professor Umbridge, my back seems to be acting up. As I'm sure Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore have told you, I must either immediately see Professor Snape, head to the infirmary, or ask one of my classmates to apply the salve in my room." I saw her about to speak, but I cut in quickly. "Surely you care about the health of your students as much as you care about our education. I'll be sure to be in your office for my detention." Umbridge allowed me to go see Snape, and so I went to the Slytherin common room to wait for the others. Once they got there, they all stared at me.