Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Threatened.

More and more students now start to speak to me. It's weird. Everyday there's at least four students I've never seen before that say hi to be in between classes, in the Great Hall, or down by the lake.

I'm walking down the corridor on my way to the tower, when I see two figures trailing not too far behind of me with every turn I made.

I take a deep sigh and move over to one of the ledges that peak out into the garden of the school and jump up to have a seat. I wait a few seconds for the two figures to catch up to me.

"Goons, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
I startled them both, as they both jumped back at the sound of my voice.

"Why are you following me?"

Crabbe crosses his arms, "What's up with you and Malfoy?"

I just blink during his glare. "I'm sorry, you'll have to elaborate on that for me."

My eyes dart back and forth between the two as they both explain, "First Draco called you a bitch."

"Then he said you slept together."

"Then he called you a bitch again."

"Then he punched Lawrence for you."

"And said you didn't sleep together."

"Then he told us to watch you."

One slaps the other, "Shut up, idiot! We weren't supposed to tell her that!"

"Oh... so are we supposed to like you or not?"

"...We don't wanna get yelled at by Draco again."

I raise my hand up, "Hold on, go back. He told you to watch me? Why?"
They both shrug their shoulders.

I swing off of the ledge and start to walk to Slytherin tower with the Goons right behind me.

We enter the common room and see Draco and Blaise sitting at a table, talking about next years Quidditch World Cup tournament.

I walk up to both of them but focus my eyes on Draco, "Why are the goons following me?"
Draco hears me but his eyes immediately went to the goons who were standing right behind me.

His gaze goes to me before he says, "Because I told them to."

I try to make it more obvious that I needed a specific answer this time, "Again... why?"

He's smug, "Your father asked me to watch you."

I cross my arms, "My father? What the hell for?"

"Your father seems to be worried you're making friends of the wrong sort. Crabbe and Goyle are to report to me if they see you with Potter, Mudblood, or Weasel."

I can't believe it.
He told Draco to watch me?! Like I have to be cared for like a child?!

I march up to my room where Tori is studying.
"I'm about to send a Howler, just so you know," I warn Tori as I grab a quill and a piece of parchment from my desk.
She nods in acknowledgement and puts on earmuffs while she continues to study.

I flick my wand above my quill and parchment and enchant the Howler spell. The quill and parchment begin to float midair, ready to notate.

I DON'T APPRECIATE BEING WATCHED FOR LIKE A CHILD. IF YOU HAD ANY ISSUES WITH WHOM I ASSOCIATE WITH, I WOULD THINK THAT MY OWN FATHER WOULD TALK TO ME PERSONALLY AND NOT SEND A BLONDE DIMWITTED SLUG TO BABYSIT ME. I AM FIFTEEN YEARS OLD, NOT FIVE. DO NOT TEST ME, FATHER.
And hi mum, miss you.

I swish my wand once more while the parchment folds into a neatly wrapped red envelope. I tie it to Rue, and give him a treat before opening the window for him to fly out.

-

It's a while after I sent my Howler that I received a message from Father.

Joy,

You were always very different from your Mother and I. You need to be reminded of upholding our family name.
I'm impressed with your rage. Maybe there's some hope for you after all. I've asked an old friend at Hogwarts to be in touch with you for personal lessons that I think you may find useful in the future.
Do not disappoint me.
Do not threaten me again.

Father