Chapter Four 4
'I could be hurtful I could be purple I could be anything you like'
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He pondered his motion for a moment, if he were to yell at her like he had planned on doing, she would get the feeling that he liked her, and that was the last thing he wanted, so, he told himself, I will have to resort to drastic measures. He chatted with a few friends, flirted with a few girls, and got up and left. He walked down to the common room with a few other boys of his year, and one younger boy who was terrified of them.
It was late that night before he caught Serenity coming in. He used his wand magic to lock the doors and the ones leading out. She looked up to him.
"What's your deal?" She asked with a demanding purpose. His icy glare turned into a scowl.
"Sit," He demanded.
"No…no, I think I'll stand," She said. He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and threw her down onto the couch.
"You will do as I say," He growled, "Now, next time you choose to leave, and just runaway, I won't come after you, I will walk away and leave you to the lake, the forest, or where ever you ran off to.
"There are other matters at hand besides you."
"I hate you Lukas Malfoy," She growled. She ran upstairs to her room and tugged at the door and it would not open until he gave it the right to.
"You don't know what the word hate means," He said coolly.
"Oh, I don't, just like him aren't you," She said. He unlatched the door and she ran in.
He explored the possible meanings she could have meant by him. Could it have been his father? He wondered that conclusion as well. As far as he knew, his father had been a natural "wonder" with women as he heard other females saying that had known Draco in their former youth. He knew that he had taken every possible trait of his father. But, there were some traits of his mother he wished he would have never gotten. The familiarity of guilt, and going after something, or rather someone; then there was the devotion to over-achievement, and geniuses.
Nevertheless, it could not have been his father, how she could possibly have known of his father. Her parents, he thought, that has to be the reason. He walked out of the common room and down to the library.
R E S T R I C T E D,
Was written in big letters dangling on a sign held by chains from the ceiling. Being light on his feet, he quickly darted in and out of the shadows looking for the A-B section. There were four rows. He took the second knowing that it would be there. Alan, Alaen, Alam, Alburn, Albus! Ha! He pulled the book out. Family Records.
He darted out of the library, after putting a different book in the others place. He slipped down to the Slytherin Common room with great inconspicuousness. A smirk overcame his delicate features as he entered his room and shut the door. He looked over on his bed to find his dearly sweet cat awaiting his arrival. He walked over to his bed slipping off his shoes. He propped up his pillows and lay back before taking the great book and opening it. He found her name and something that shocked him:
Rose, Serenity
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Specialty: Potions
ClassAct: Invisibility Potion
Parents:
Mother's Name: Unknown
Father's Name: Thomas Riddle
DOB: Unknown
DOB: Unknown
Place of Employment: Both are dead
Personal Information:
Address: 1433 Cherrie Avenue, Orphanarium
DOB: December 17
Health Problems: Asthmatic, series of broken bones, easily enabled to Pass out
Discipline record: Clear
So, the girl's father was the all-famous Tom Riddle. How… surprising. He thought to himself. He closed the book and put it underneath his bed; they can miss it for a night.
