Saving you the trouble

Draco sat on the edge of his bed, thinking. What happened the other night, with Lyra? That had been… odd, to say the least.

Draco noticed the small change in her usually confident posture and took a threatening step towards her. Even though it was completely dark except for a candle on the wall, he could detect the look of fear on her delicate features.

Draco winced as he reminded himself of how mean he had been. It was her fear that scared him the most. He didn't like that he had that effect on people, especially on a girl. Draco only knew one other person who could control anyone through fear. And that person was the last thing Draco wanted to be anything like. When Lyra backed away from him, he saw his own mother, the fear in Lyra's eyes looked so like her's. He buried his face in his hands, full of regret. Standing up, he walked towards the mirror on the wall, flinching at what he saw. He looked just like him… That didn't mean he had to be like him, right? But what had happened that night showed just how similar they were, not only in looks. Frantically, Draco lifted the left sleeve of his shirt, his breathing slowing down a fraction. He didn't have it yet, he wasn't lost yet. The blank, pale skin calmed him, and he rolled his sleeve back down. No, he didn't have to be like him at all. He could be different, he told himself. And he would start by apologizing.

Draco went down the boy's stairs, intent on talking to Lyra in the common room. He had seen her earlier talking to Pansy and hoped she was alone now. When he reached the bottom, he saw her sitting there like before, with Pansy. Ugh, Pansy. There were no words to describe her, or the entire situation they were both trapped in. He didn't want to talk to Lyra in front of her, and he couldn't just go up the stairs again. With no other choice he left the common room, cursing his bad timing.

Draco wasn't deterred from his mission though and he managed to catch Lrya alone the next day in the hallway.

" Lyra!", he called from behind her.

She stopped, and turned around with an impassive look. " Would you have called me that if you knew my last name?"

Not expecting that answer, Draco was caught off guard. He quickly recovered, " No, I wouldn't have. I suppose it's just another thing you're hiding."

Lyra visibly paled at his words, and Draco remembered the reason he was here.

" I'm sorry." He said.

" What for? Malfoy's aren't exactly the apologizing sort." She bit back sharply.

Draco bristled, " You know nothing of my family!"

" I know more than you think I do." Lyra stood there with a defiant smirk.

Draco took a deep breath before saying, " I'm sorry I scared you the other night."

She looked at him disbelievingly.

Draco grew annoyed at the shocked look she was giving him, " Yes, we are capable of apologizing."

Lyra shook her head, " No it's not that." She started laughing. " You think I'm scared of you?!" She took a stop forward, still laughing. " You think you're intimidating?!" She scoffed, her laughter abruptly ending. Her already black eyes darkened further, " Oh no, there is absolutely nothing intimidating about a broken boy with daddy issues."

Draco was furious, " I don't know who the hell you think you are, waltzing into here in fifth year with your transfiguration, looking oddly familiar, and acting like you know my family!" his voice lowered into a growl, " But I do know you have secrets, and I will figure them out."

Lyra chuckled, " I look oddly familiar do I? Well let me save you the trouble, my father is Severus Snape."

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