Dad, NO! (Draco Malfoy x Reader) COMPLETED!

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~DAD, NO!~

"Now, you know how to act. Please, for the love of Merlin himself, keep that in mind. You were raised in the most pristine way, you must show that. Even though your father is a half-blood, you are pure—" Dad continues listing things for me to do and remember as we walk through the grand entrance doors, my new school towering over me ominously.

"—Don't make friends with the foolish and the idiotic, you are better than that. Keep your head level and chin up; you mustn't let your true feelings show. Lastly, but certainly not least—" My dad spins around, bending down on one knee and putting his hands on my shoulders, "—whatever House you get put into, remember that I will always love you, no matter what." He looks deeply into my eyes, a small smile stretching his thin lips. My dad doesn't show his emotions much, even to me, so this very sincere gesture in public catches me off guard.

"Dad, I'm your daughter. I'm most definitely going to be put in Slytherin." I scoff, but as his eyes narrow at my sarcasm, I quickly become serious. "Thank you, dad. I think I'm just nervous..." I almost whisper the last part, casting a glance at the floor, but I quickly cover my uncertainty and look up, shifting my face into one of stone.

"Y/N dear, you know you don't have to hide behind your facade with me." My dad chuckles lightly. "I know you'll most likely end up in Slytherin, I'm almost certain. I just want you to be reassured just in case you aren't. You are very, very smart. You learned how to conjure up the most complicated of spells by the time you could ride a bike, which makes you smarter than any Ravenclaw.
Even though you are my daughter, you still manage to have the kindest heart I know—doing anything to make me smile on a bad day, possessing empathy and compassion greater than any Hufflepuff.
And, though I don't really like them, or even want to think about you as a Gryffindor, you are brave. Braver than any young witch your age by far—braver than I." He rants, but at the end, grins and says, "I know you'll do magical things in any House, my dear."

I feel a pang of anxiety deep within my gut, remembering my ultimate competition.
"But Harry Potter himself will be here as well... What if I'm not as good as him?"
"Love, you are The Spectacular Snape. The Wiccan Witch. You are known by these names and more, just because of your magical ability alone. I believe you are the smartest and most powerful mage Hogwarts has seen in centuries. CENTURIES, darling!" Dad looks at me with utter affection and pride in his eyes.

"Okaaay, dad. Yeah, yeah—stop talking about how awesome I am and let me go get sorted." I smirk as I roll my eyes, my father chuckling in the process of standing up and shaking his head.
"There's that good ole' wit of yours, always sharp as a whip..." He jests as he starts walking towards the grand hall doors. I slowly take a step towards him, stopping when I hear the other children approaching from outside.

"I have to go inside and sit down with the other professors. You will be fine. Make some friends, and remember—chin up and proud. You are Y/N Snape. I love you." With that, and one last somber smile cast my way, he enters the grand hall, doors swiftly closing behind him.

Soon after that, the kids come in. I turn around, and as soon as they see me, they speed to a halting stop. I raise an eyebrow at them, flipping my hair behind my shoulders imperiously.

One thing my dad forgot to mention—I'm also known as The Girl Who Kills.