Being His Daughter

Revenge

I caught Pansy continuously glaring at me whenever I was around her now. Even though it surprised me a bit, I ignored it. She hadn't said anything about Draco and I not arguing, so I just thought she had probably forgotten about it...but she didn't.

        "Drakey!" someone screeched.
I paused, right about to turn a corner in the dungeons, and simply peeked my head around the corner; Pansy was cornering Draco as he shifted uncomfortably.
"We haven't talked alone for a long time, Drakey," she simpered, stepping closer to him and placing her hands on his shoulders. He removed her hands, pushing her away from him lightly, and the weight in my chest lifted a bit. "I noticed you and Sierra haven't been arguing that much...You're just not being mean enough to her!"

        "Yeah, well, I've learned that's not really the best way to make up with her," Draco said.
No kidding.

        "Yes it is!" Pansy insisted. "She told me herself! In our room! Yeah, she said how she loved when boys argued with her."

        It took every patient particle in my body not to stomp out there and smash her head into the stone wall. But I didn't, I just concentrated on listening.

        "What I've realized," Draco began, gritting his teeth. "Is that if I know Sierra—and I do—she wouldn't say that. And I've proved it over the summer." He was glowering at her, and Pansy took a step back, looking affronted.

        "Are you saying I'm lying?" she demanded shrilly. Her voice echoed throughout the empty dungeons, and so did Draco's sigh.

        "I don't know, Pansy," he said bitterly. "But move, I need to go study." He stepped around her and began to travel down the corridor and away from her.

        "I'll be your study partner?" Pansy offered after him hopefully. Draco ignored her, and she huffed before stomping in the direction I was in. I quickly ducked my head back and pressed myself against the wall, letting the darkness consume me. She marched right past without noticing me, and I smirked after her before turning and hurrying down to the common room.

       
"Come on!" I whined. Daniels simply crossed his arms in front of me. "I know you have some!"

        "These are very rare objects you're asking me for," he said slyly and my cheeks heated up in frustration.

        "No they're not!" I snapped. He chuckled.

        "Yeah, they're not," he admitted. "But if that's the case, why can't you get them from someone else then, eh?"

        I huffed. "Fine!" I growled. "I'll go get some from Fred and George. The better pranksters. I might not even have to buy it from them, they may just give it to me. You know, since they're better friends." I turned around to stalk out the common room but Daniels quickly gripped onto my upper arm.

        "Okay, fine!" he said quickly. "I'll sell them to you...for a favor—"

        "Gryffindors," I sang.

        "Fine!" he snarled, and I smiled brightly as he pulled me toward the boys dorms. "Come on, they're in my room."

        We walked toward the end of the long hall and then entered his room, which was void of his roommates. I immediately scrunched my nose up. "Your room is gross," I noted as I took in the large clumps of dirty clothes scattered all over the floor and realized that not even one of the five beds were made up. "Ew!" I gagged, noticing a large brown stain on the wall. "What is that?"

        "Oh," he said absentmindedly as he trekked over to his large closet. "There was a loose Chocolate Frog and Tom blasted it."

        I gaped at him, scurrying to his side and trying not to step in anything weird. "You all wasted a perfectly good Chocolate—" I stopped as he pulled open his closet and looked at me slyly. "Woah," I breathed, stepping closer and observing the tens of wooden crates. "I didn't know you had this much."