LAST TIME:

Draco looked at the girl.

"So you're Felicity," he said to her, and then quietly to himself, unsure feelings rising within him. "My daughter..."
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The small girl snorted in annoyance.

"No, I'm your aunt's nephew's brother's mother's sister's girlfriend. My name's Ive. Ive Anidiot Foradad..." she said sarcastically, shaking her head. "You're dumb as a bloody doorknob!" she laughed, a high, shrieking laugh that somehow reminded him of Pansy Parkinson. He shuddered at her memory, and looked at the girl.

"Oh yes...you're a Malfoy alright. Very funny Felicity, but you should know, it'll get you nowhere..." He said, somewhat grimly. His eyes skimmed over the girl, noticing some dominant Malfoy features, and some that seemed familiar, though he couldn't place it. He saw her flaming red hair, her browned freckles, and her small, fragile form. Then he was the ones of the Malfoy; cold, gray eyes, pale white skin, a stomach turning sneer but with perfect teeth. He laughed loosely, already forming a bond with his daughter. He just didn't realize, she wasn't so happy.

Felicity sighed angrily as her and her 'father' walked back towards Ms. Goodem's office. This sucked ass. First off, her mother disappears. Then, these retards said that Aunt Mione and Uncle Ron couldn't take care of her. Now, they stuck her with this retard that looks like her and said he's her father, whom she'd been looking for for at least 3 years now... She shook her head, pushing her father away from her. She almost felt bad for the man, being woken in the middle of the night to receive some ten-year-old brat that hated him. She reached the office, opening it quickly, just narrowly missing Draco's face.

'Good....' She thought.

"Ahh, good to see you two have begun bonding!" cried Ms. Goodem in delight. She conjured up a piece of parchment. "Sign here," she said, pointing to a line on the parchment, "And Felicity will be under your care, legally, until her mother is found." She added with slight despair, for she was worried for the woman. Draco signed quickly with a quill that had appeared next to the parchment. Mrs. Goodem ushered them towards the fireplace, and threw in a handful of Floo powder. She shoved Draco forward first, and he shouted, "Malfoy Manor!" And disappeared.
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Draco stumbled out of the fireplace to see his dark apartment. He clapped his hands lightly, and the candles lit themselves around the entire house. He turned back to the fireplace just in time to see Felicity appear in a gust of char, falling forward. He rushed forward, catching her as she fell. She stood up, pushing Draco away. He sighed worriedly, and glanced at her.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed. "Pick a bedroom, it doesn't matter..." He shook his head angrily and headed for his bedroom.
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Draco lay back on his bed, staring at his ceiling. He closed his eyes, thinking to himself.

Where did I go wrong? She's my daughter.... MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! I don't understand her; she's so bloody sarcastic! There's no way I was like that! .... Was I?

He wondered these things in awe, slowly falling to sleep.
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As her father left her, she rolled her eyes. She followed him to a long hallway. She turned into the first bedroom she found, opening the door and immediately falling in love with what she saw. A large room, all in green, black, and gray. There was a large, circular bed in the corner of the room, polished wood armoire on the right wall. She walked in, closing the door behind her. She smiled, realizing there was a private bathroom, all in black and white marble. She quickly undressed, filling the tub. There were many taps, so she filled it with warm water and blue, cotton candy-smelling bubbles. She jumped in the moment it was filled, plunging down to the bottom of the swimming pool-sized bath. She sank into it, letting the warm water relax her muscles. She washed slowly, adoring the fragrance of the bubbles. When she finished, she dipped underneath the water, swimming towards the entrance. She stepped out of the tub, plucking the plug up with her toe as she got out. The blue water swirled down the drain, gone instantly with a gurgle. She smiled, wrapping a towel around herself. She melted into the warm cotton, carrying herself into her room. She sat on her new bead, the cool satin sheets contrasting with the warmth on her legs. She sighed, falling into a deep slumber.
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