Quenched by Love
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 3 | Reflections
Flute twirled in her room and landed on her soft feather bed. Rolling around to the edge of her bed she picked up Schmoo and kissed him on his cold wet nose. "I had the best time Schmoo. You have no idea, you'd think on my first date, well my first REAL date, I'd be nervous but I wasn't. I was sophisticated. And he's a good kisser, for never having a girlfriend or anything. He's way better at it then Seymour was… well I mean he didn't almost swallow my tongue or anything!"
Schmoo meowed and batted playfully at her nose, "Right, right, he's really sweet too… and he was trying to be romantic out there. I couldn't help but almost laugh in his face. You know Schmoo… the way his hair—
--falls in her face. It's really cute in a sort of sultry way." Tom said to Talon, who had a look of disgust on his face.
"Hello! This is MY sister we're talking about!" Talon yelled. "Can you please change the subject?"
"But don't you want to know how it went?" Tom asked fully knowing that his friend didn't want to know.
Talon gave him a horrified look, "I'd rather chew on my stomach lining!"
"But she's so—
--amazing… he is so amazing." Flute turned on her back and pulled Schmoo really close, hugging him. "I hope he doesn't leave like Seymour did." She said quietly, "I hope he never leaves me." She frowned for a bit and got a chill, "He was so cute in his dress robes."
Flute flipped off her bed and set Schmoo on the floor. She walked over to her mirror and scrutinized her face. Smiling at her reflection she skipped over to her dresser and pulled off her robes draping them over her chair. She pulled out her fluffy broom pajamas and scrambled under her bed.
There was a knock at her door. "Come in," she called in a sleepy voice.
"Just wanted to say goodnight," Draco said sticking his head through the open doorway.
"Father," Flute in her, 'I know you—don't try to fool me,' voice said, "I know you, father—don't try to fool me. What do you really want?"
Draco sighed and stepped into her room, "I just wanted you to know that I'm happy you picked Potter and not some Ravenclaw runt."
Flute raised an eyebrow, "And?"
"Can't a father say goodnight to his only daughter?" Draco asked indignantly.
"A normal father can, but, you however cannot: now what do you want?" Flute smiled her knowing little smile which irked her father to no extent and it only made her smile her knowing little smile more.
Draco sat on the edge of her bed and gave a sort of smirky smile, "You sound just like your mother," he pushed her hair out of her face, "I wanted you to know that I'm proud of you." Flute rolled her eyes, "You won't be hearing this again so don't roll your eyes," Draco snapped, "I just wanted you to know that."
"You came into my room all out of character to tell me you are proud of me?! Flute demanded.
Draco frowned, "Sorry to have bothered you princess," he stood up and walked over to the door. "Goodnight Flute… I love you." He closed the door silently.
Flute sighed and stared at the closed door, "Love you too… dad."
Draco smiled and moved off towards his own rooms.
"Father! Father!!" Flute yelled from the Library, "FATHER!!"
"What? What?" Draco yelled running into the library brandishing his wand.
"We got a letter!" Flute exclaimed with a smile on her face.
Draco glared at her, "We always get letters."
"But this letter is different!" Flute exclaimed, "This letter is from Tom!"
Draco raised one eyebrow skeptically, "And what does this letter say?"
Flute cleared her voice and did a perfect impression of Molly Weasley, "To Flute, Talon, and Draco, you are cordially invited to the Weasley Family Reunion. It will be held at the Burrow on August 31. If you do not attend we will be forced to send the Weasley Twins for a visit. Hope to see you soon!"
At the mention of the Weasley twins Draco scooped up Flute and threw her over his shoulder and running down the hall, "They aren't getting me this time!" He yelled and kicked open Talon's door, "Come on boy we have some Twins to outrun!"
Talon grabbed his cloak and wand and ran down the hall after his father. At the foyer Draco set Flute down but held onto her wrist. He cautiously opened the door and after not seeing anyone he dragged them both through and started towards the location of where the brooms where kept.
"Are you so eager to get to the party Draco?" said a very familiar voice behind them. Draco froze.
There was a laugh, "Or are you trying to get away?" said a voice identical to the first one. Draco ran forgetting about his children. "STUPEFY!"
"He'll thank us for that later," Fred said leaning over Draco's stiffened body and poking him with his wand.
"Of course now let's go children," George said grabbing Draco's feet. Fred grabbed his hands and they tossed him into the Weasley-mobile.
Draco woke groggily to a sea of red. As his vision cleared her realized it was just the whole Weasley clan staring at him. He groaned. "Aspirin." He mumbled. "I've got a headache the size of Japan."
"Let me fix it." Hermione said cheerfully.
Draco sat up and turned to the sound of her voice in one fluid motion, "NO!" he yelled, "…aspirin. I need aspirin."
Slowly the Weasley's dispersed and went back to the fun and games. A person handed him aspirin and a glass of water. Draco recognized her as Potter's girl—Lily or something. He took the pills swallowed them and gulped down the water.
He shoved the glass at her and she took it hesitantly. Wiping the excess water off his chin with his sleeve he rolled off the couch narrowly avoiding her and jumped up. He stalked off into the kitchen and started to argue with Hermione.
Lily turned to Flute, "Your dad is so weird." Flute glared at her. "I can see where you get it."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Flute said in a cold voice.
Lily smiled at her, "Aw poor little Flute can't handle her dysfunctional family… that's so sad."
"When did you get so cynical?" Flute asked giving her the patented "Malfoy Death Glare," look.
Lily stopped smiling, "When you started using my brother?" she replied in an equally cold voice.
"I'm not—" Flute started to say.
Lily turned and walked away after rolling her eyes.
Flute glared after her. "Don't worry she's just having one of those weeks."
Flute smiled, "She must have a tampon up her…"
"Yes, yes she must," said Tom from his position of leaning against the wall. "I don't know where she gets it from it's not hereditary."
"Oh really?" Flute said turning towards him, "Because one of her brothers is a real ass."
"And his name is?" Tom prompted his look turning suspicious.
Flute gave him a coy little smile, "Tommy."
"Don't call me that!" Tom said harshly.
This reaction made Flute's smile grow, "Aw but Tommy it's not like you have a tampon up your ass or anything."
"No, I don't… but if you aren't careful you might find one up yours," Tom replied keeping a straight face.
"Is that a threat," Flute asked with a shocked expression, "or a promise?" she said coyly.
Tom shrugged, "What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked changing the subject.
"Leaving for Hogwarts silly, what else would I be doing?"
"Whom will you be sitting with?"
Shrug, "I don't know… people I guess."
"Who?"
Smirk, "Lily, Cecilia, Talon, Kalten, that's probably it."
Frown, "Anyone else?" Tom sat next to her and looked at her expectantly.
Flute shrugged and looked away, "Nope that's it." She turned to him, "Duh! You, of course!" She giggled.
An awkward silence and then, "Flute, are we a couple now?"
"No."
"Oh."
"You have to ask me first."
"Ask what?"
"Ask if I want to be a couple with you!"
"Ah."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to ask?"
"I can't ask now!"
"Why not?"
"Because you're watching me!"
"Wha-Tha-You're-THOMAS!"
"I can't!"
Flute glared at him, "Do I have to do everything?!" She said rolling her eyes and sighing, "Thomas Potter will you go out with me?"
"Well…"
"WELL!?! Well?" Flute screeched, "What are you welling for!?"
"I'm thinking!"
"THINKING!? About what? There's NOTHING to think about," Flute hissed, "just say yes!"
"Well if you had said yes to me when I asked—"
"JUST SAY YES!" Flute screamed.
Crash.
"Flute!" Hermione yelled from the kitchen, "Can you keep it to a low roar?"
"Sorry!"
"Flute," Tom, said seriously, "Was there any ever doubt that I would say anything but yes?"
"Well yeah." Flute said lowering her head.
Tom laughed and kissed her on the top of her head, "Yes."
"Yes what?" Flute said, now just fishing for excuses to make him blush.
Tom blushed, "Yes I will go out with you."
Flute threw her arms around Tom's neck, "Oh you're such a good boy!"
Tom groaned, "What did I get myself into?" He whispered into Flute's hair.
"That tickles," Flute said with a giggle. Sensing the perfect opportunity she turned her head and kissed Tom's neck, and then wanting to see his reaction she nibbled on his ear.
Tom jumped and put a pillow on his lap. He moved away a bit and gave her a wild-eyed look, "Please don't do that." He said in a strained voice.
"Why not?" she said her eyes wide with innocence. Tom shifted the pillow a bit and backed away as Flute moved closer. Snatching the pillow away she quickly sat in it's place and proceeded on attacking his ear.
Tom squirmed and tried to get her off of his ear.
Flute pulled away for a brief moment and grinned at him devilishly, "Is there a problem Potter?" She asked with a wicked little smile on her face, "Something bothering you?"
Tom glared at her grabbed her chin and kissed her rather forcefully on the mouth. He felt her go rather limp in his arms and it was her turn to squirm. She pulled away with a pouty look on her face. He laughed and pulled her closer kissing her again.
"What," said a cold drawling voice, Flute froze and slid off Tom, "is going on here?" Draco stood in the doorway looking extremely angry. Harry stood behind him looking over his shoulder as angry, if not more, looking as Draco.
"We were um…" Tom began but faltered at Hermione came into view, "umm…"
"Please," Draco said even more coldly if possible, "don't tell me she was choking and you were just trying to help her. I've heard that one far too many times. Try to be original."
Harry sighed and glanced back at Hermione, "Thomas." He said in a stern voice.
"Come Flute," Draco said in a commanding voice, "I think it's time you went home now."
"Yes Father," she said submissively.
Draco turned to Harry, "If you would be so kind as to send Talon home when the party is over I'd be much obliged." Harry nodded not taking his disappointed eyes off Tom.
"Isn't he coming with us?" Flute asked walking towards the fireplace.
Draco threw a bit of Flew Powder into it, "I'm not going to punish both of my children when only one has committed a crime."
"I hardly think that…" Flute began but Draco shoved her into the fireplace, "Malfoy Mansion," she said with a glance at Tom over her shoulder. Draco soon followed her.
"Flute," Draco sighed, "Flute, Flute, Flute… where do I begin?"
Flute looked up expectantly, "You can just ground me for a week and take away my new broom."
"No that just wouldn't do," Draco said tapping his finger on his chin deep in thought, "I need to nip this in the bud before you and that Potter boy make any stupid mistakes."
"You never cared before about 'nipping' things in the 'bud' you were content just sitting around and mourning your great loss," Flute said gaining some steam not noticing Draco's very icy glare in her direction, "as long as we were still alive you never even glanced in our direction unless it was to punish us and then it was just some stupid little one-weeker, or no dinner, but now, now you have to be come kind of super dad! You have to prove to everyone, especially Mr. Potter, that you weren't ruined by Mother's death and you just have to use me to do it don't you! Can't you ever bother Talon! Now it's always me, for some reason I'm the one who always does everything wrong."
"Must you turn every argument into something about your mother," Draco asked icily, "I just can't win with you Flute!"
"And I can't win with you Father!" Flute spat back, "Just because you're wife dies on you is NO reason to HATE your daughter!"
"I don't hate you," Draco protested, "I just don't understand you…"
"And that's a whole lot better right?" tears were welling up in her eyes, "Maybe if you weren't drowning in your grief over a person whose been dead for fourteen years then maybe just maybe you'd realize that I'm fourteen now father. I'm not four—I'm fourteen; I'm not a child anymore; I'm not a crying baby. You need to take a good look a reality."
Draco's glare at his daughter had faded only to be replaced with one of unspeakable loss. He let out a choked animal sounding wail and stalked towards his corridors, "No allowance and I'm not signing your Hogsmeade permission slip." He choked out before slamming his door.
"Oh no, you aren't getting away from this that easily old man." Flute muttered and headed for Draco's rooms.