Leah Riddle: Riddle me This (Book 2)

Chapter 48

"Where's Draco?" Lucius asked as we all sat around.

 "Well...I'm not sure. Probably with Pansy," I said bitterly. I believe that he might like me, but I'm still doubtful since I don't know our history.

 "What do you mean?" Narcissa frowned.

 "Nothing," I scowled.

 "I am sensing some confusion," Bellatrix said, sipping some wine.

 "Well, it's complicated. I don't know, just some memories that made me sort of think twice about what they were telling me was true," I said.

 "What'd they tell you?" my father asked.

 "Well they said we were this awesome couple, but Pansy showed me a memory of them that definitely made me think twice," I sighed.

 "Which memory?" Narcissa asked.

 "The one in your backyard when they said they loved each other," I rolled my eyes distastefully.

 "Oh sweetie, no; if you could remember how you felt about each other, you'd know it was only a bad memory," Narcissa said.

 "Well earlier he had this attitude and when he was talking to Montague he had this scary look in his eyes that I never want to see again," I shuddered.

 "I'm just terrified because I'm completely in the dark. I don't know what these people are really like, no matter what anyone says," I sighed, slamming my face into a pillow.

 "Well you'll remember soon enough," Bellatrix said.

 "If you don't we'll just have to rebuild memories," father said.

 "Well it's true," he snapped, so I suppose someone gave him a look.

 "I need a drink!" I moaned.

 "You are fifteen, you do not need a drink," father said.

 "I never drink," I whined.

 "How would you know?" Bellatrix laughed and I smiled into the pillow.

 "You were completely wasted the night you were knocked out," father said, and I looked up to see him drinking his wine.

 "How do you know?" I asked.

 "That, my daughter, is a conversation for later. As in, once you remember what happened," he smirked. I glared at him and shoved my face back into the pillow.

 "So are you married to my mother?" I asked, peeking up at him.

 "No," he shook his head.

 "Oh...you should get with Bellatrix then. You seem lonely...or do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, sitting up. Bellatrix cleared her throat and looked down, father stared at me blankly, and the others openly gawked at me.

 "What?" I frowned.

 "She doesn't even know who you are," Narcissa whispered.

 "Sure I do, he's Voldemort," I rolled my eyes.

 "Sweetie, do you know who Voldemort is?" Narcissa asked gently.

 "My dad who looks like he was crossed with a snake," I said honestly.

 "That's another story," he said dismissively.

 "The point is, Riddle's do not love," Narcissa said carefully.