"Miss Snape, it seems that you are suffering from side effects of a memory charm. Is there anyone that you think would want to take your memories from you?" Madam Pomfrey asked, resting her hand on my arm in an attempt to comfort me. It had been a rough evening in the hospital wing of Hogwarts as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
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He was angry, she had spent the whole of their potions class staring aimlessly in the direction of Potter. He had sat a few chairs away from her, watching. Jealousy radiating off of him. His fists had remained clenched for the whole of the lesson, his nails creating crescent shaped wounds on his palm.
She was his, and although know one else knew he had expected her to respect that. And the way she was staring at Potter, counted as disrespect to him.
Class ended, everyone scraping their seats back hurriedly leaving the classroom. He watched her carefully slowly packing up her belongings, he had planned to confront her in the hallway. But his plan was foiled when her father had grabbed her arm asking her to stay behind. She waited by her father's desk, as everyone exited the classroom.
"Mr Malfoy is there something I can help you with? You seem to be lingering in my classroom, and the bell went a while ago." Professor Snape had snarled at him.
"Actually sir I was hoping to chat to your daughter, I seem to have lost my notes for Herbology and was hoping she would be able to lend me hers." He spoke confidently, glaring at her from the corner of his eye.
"Draco, I'm sure you're quite capable of finding someone else from your Herbology class to borrow notes from." Professor Snape stated.
He nodded, acknowledging the fact that Snape wanted him out of his classroom so he could speak to his daughter alone. He left the classroom, but decided he would wait for her outside of the door.
"Lilian, I saw you staring at him again. Enough is enough, he told you he wanted nothing to do with you." Her father began in a hushed tone.
"Anyway, it's safer this way. I don't want anyone knowing that you have anything to do with Potter. If your secret got out, I don't know what kind of danger you would be in considering the fact that he is the chosen one."
He stepped away from the door, her secret with Potter? Was she fucking him as well? Jealousy erupted inside of him and he was filled with rage, as he imagined her with his most hated classmate.
A few minutes went by before she made her way out of the classroom, clearly upset about the conversation she just had with her Dad. But he didn't care, he needed to know what the fuck was going on between her and Potter.
He snuck up behind her, grabbing her wrist roughly pulling her into a nearby storage cupboard.
The door slammed behind them as she looked up with a saddened smile on her face.
"I'm so glad you're here, I need you right now." Her voice was quiet, as she reached up to run her fingers over his face.
"Don't fucking touch me, princess." His hand gripped on to her wrist tightly, yanking it away from him.
She was confused, why was he so pissed at her? She replayed the prior events in the day trying to work out what she had done wrong.
"I don't understand Draco, have I done something wrong?"
"Why don't you tell me, Lilian... It seems that you have a secret that you're hiding from me." His voice was low, and he still hadn't released the hard grip on her arm.
"I don't know what you're talking about Draco. Please explain what you think I have done wrong."
"I saw you fucking staring at him. I heard you speaking with your father." He hissed.
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Dirty Little Slytherin
FanfictionDreams or memories? Lilian Snape's life is a big mess. Constant dreams of a certain blonde Slytherin invade her nights and slowly her days while she adjusts to a lonely life without her father. Repressed memories, Hetropaternal Superfecundation, f...