slytherin princess [2]

bursting at the seams with snakes

"Harry, please, wait," Catherine desperately called.

Harry spun around with the most hurt and angry expression she had ever seen him make.

"What do you want, Collins?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Harry."

"I think you've done enough, haven't you? Why don't you run back to Malfoy?"

"Harry, you don't understand."

"That's the thing, I don't want to understand what disgusting, sick things you and Malfoy do."

He then left her standing there with tears in her eyes. Draco quickly ran up behind her.

"Come on, we have tea with your dad," Draco muttered annoyed.

Catherine let a tear slip.

"Oh, Draco, I've really messed up, haven't I?"

"No, you've done what you needed to do. Let him go, Catherine, he's not worth a single tear that leaves your eye."

Draco then pulled her into his side. Catherine leaned into him as she made her way to the entrance hall. It seemed like Hogwarts knew its Headmaster had left; it appeared colorless and solemn around her.

Daniel stood there with a wide smile.

"So, we can go to Hogsmeade if you would like or how about we have tea at the house?" he asked.

Catherine grimaced, "No, anywhere but there."

"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks, then."

Catherine nodded. She was pretty sure she could convince her dad to get her a stronger drink.

When they arrived, Draco and her father fell into conversation about how things were progressing at the Ministry. She watched Draco become the aristocrat that he was. One of his hands lay on top of Catherine's, while the other was extended in hand gestures that accompanied his words.

"So, Draco, when were you going to tell me that you proposed to my daughter?" Mr. Collins asked with a good-natured smile.

Draco smirked, "It was a bit of a spur of the moment decision."

Catherine looked confused at his words. She was so tired of playing his fake fiance. She was so tired of her friendship with Draco at the moment. It wasn't fair to him that she was, but she truly was tired of it.

"Well, I heartily give my blessing. The two of you will make the perfect couple; we can have your announcement at your family's Summer Ball, Draco."

The words irked Catherine more than they should. She slammed the rest of her firewhiskey and glared at both men.

"Father, Draco and I are not engaged."

"Catherine," her father frowned. "I know you're young, but it's what is to be done."

"I'm tired. I'm so bloody tired of all this pureblood stuff that I have to do. Can't I just go to school and not worry about getting married?" she yelled.

Daniel grimaced, "Lower your voice, young lady. We will discuss this later. Now, you both need to head back to the castle. It's getting late."

Draco offered Catherine his arm, which she refused and shoved past both men out the door. She was so over all of this pureblood bullshit. That was when it all came crashing down on her. It was like a light bulb went off in her head.

If purebloods were so much better than muggle-borns and half-bloods, then why don't they have a say in what they do with their lives? If they were so much better then shouldn't they be able to choose a life for themselves without any of these bloody rules? Catherine felt that every single one of her beliefs were not only false but based on absolutely stupid ideals.