Being His Daughter

The Cup

"Sierra!"

I groaned as someone shook my shoulders roughly, and then swatted my hand at them, squinting against the light that shone from the window. 

"Come on!" Whoever this was was practically bouncing on top of me. "Mum and dad said for me to wake you up so we can eat and leave. We don't have much time! You know—"

I stuck my hand out quickly, my fist colliding with whatever was in front of me, and by the smacking sound and yelp it caused, I knew it was a face.

"Ow! Bloody hell, Sierra! Get up, love!"

I whined loudly before opening my eyes, blinking rapidly to try to focus on the blonde blob in front of me. "Draco," I groaned. "Get off me."

He was straddling my stomach, and even though he didn't really look like he gained weight, he was still heavier.

"Well you wouldn't get up," he grumbled, swinging his left leg off of me and sitting at the edge of my bed. Nagini was wrapped around my headboard, and I could see her face right beside mine, snoring softly.

I mumbled something even I didn't understand as I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes.

"You're adorable," Draco cooed and I glared at him. He poked my cheek before bounding off of my bed and over to my desk. He grabbed a pile of clothes that were on top of my chair and chucked them at my head. They smacked against my face and thudded to my lap, and I almost growled at him. 

"We have to go dressed as Muggles," Draco spat bitterly as I held up the clothes, analyzing them. They were ripped jeans and an average black shirt.

"But they're torn," I informed him as I held up the jeans.

"It's a stupid Muggle trend," Draco said, waving his hand dismissively. "This is why we're the more superior species."

I rolled my eyes as I stood up from my bed and laid the clothes out. "I don't know...it's kind of cute."

"Oh, Merlin, you too," Draco droned. "Mother said the same thing."

"It's because we have better taste than you," I said casually, not even glancing at him.  

"If you have the same taste as a Muggle, then it's not better than mine," he clarified.

"Whatever," I said. "Just get out so I can dress."

"Whatever you say, Muggle," Draco joked as he left my room. When he closed the door after himself, I couldn't help the small smirk that remained on my face as I got dressed. 

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"Oh good," Lucius said as Draco and I entered the living room. He and Narcissa were lounging on the couch calmly.  "You're finally ready."

"Why is that always your response when we need to go somewhere?" I asked.

"A car is going to drop us off at the location of the Portkey the Ministry assigned to us," Lucius continued as if I hadn't uttered a word. He stood from the couch just as there was a distant beep outside that caused him to scrunch up his nose. "That must be it."

"Father," Draco prompted as we all left the Manor and began to trek down the long driveway toward the massive black gate. I could see the small, black car that was parked just beyond it. "He's not a Muggle, is he?"

"Of course not," Lucius spat. "He's a wizard the Ministry hired to take people to their Portkeys. Well, people who could afford it." He cast a pointed look in my direction, and I knew he was hinting at how the Weasleys were poor. "You see, Sierra? If you would've gone with those Blood traitors, you probably would've had to walk."