Being His Daughter CONTINUED

Daniels

Draco was still so angry about the fact that I'd been slicing my hand open every detention with Umbridge that he barely paid any attention as I explained how Snape had been able to enter my mind when I was positive that even my father couldn't. I had to repeat it to him three times before he finally stopped interrupting me to fret over my hand.

When he finally processed my words, he said, "So that's why Snape said you shouldn't tell...your father—"

"You do know you don't have to whisper that right now, right? There's no one else in here—"

"Shut it, I'm being cautious," he said, placing his hand over my mouth. I rolled my eyes and smacked his hand away. "Anyways," he pressed on, smirking at me, "Snape probably doesn't want your father to know that he can do something he can't."

"Yeah, he'd definitely be pissed about that," I mused. I felt Draco shift and looked over at him just as he laid his head on my lap.

We grinned at each other before Draco averted his gaze to the wall thoughtfully. "But I wonder how Snape can get into your head..."

My fingers mindlessly ran themselves through his hair as I rolled my eyes again. "That's what I've been saying, you prick."

Draco bolted up from my lap and turned to me with a mischievous smirk. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Prick, huh?" he asked, inching closer to me on the couch. My heart rate picked up and an excited smile tugged at my lips as I watched his grey eyes swirl while they studied me. "Are you sure you want to call me that, love? You know I always win these fights."

I snorted. "That's the biggest lie I've ever heard," I said. "How many fights have you won? Two out of three-hundred sixty-five?"

I could feel his warm breath on my lips as he said, "Very funny."

"You're about to lose again, too," I said.

"Oh we won't be fighting, love."

Less than a centimeter from me, I felt Draco's hand as he placed it against the side of my face and pulled me towards him. I allowed my eyes to close as our lips connected.

∆

I returned from corridor patrolling late on Thursday and was utterly baffled when I entered my room to find Jalen staring sadly ahead of herself while Airam rubbed her back. Namu was watching them from my pillow, seeming uninterested.

"Hey," I greeted slowly as I walked into the room. Airam looked over at me in exasperation, but Jalen didn't move a muscle. "Jalen?"

When a single tear slipped down her cheek, my heart thudded with panic. I darted toward the pair of them and crawled up onto the bed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Jalen sniffed, wiping away the lone tear before laughing mirthlessly. "Nothing, it's stupid."

I looked over at Airam, whose cheeks were tinged red, something that happened when she was angry but trying to contain it. "It is not," she told Jalen sternly. Then she looked to me. "We saw Blaise flirting with some other girl."

"What?" I barked.

"It doesn't matter," Jalen moaned.

"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter'?" I questioned. "He flirts with you all the time and then has the nerve to go talk sweet to another girl right in front of you? Oh, he's got another thing coming if he thinks—"