Layla Malfoy stalked along the corridors of Hogwarts in the biggest huff of
her young life. He would suffer; he would have to suffer for this one.
Hogwarts was supposed to be the beginning of a whole new, independent life
for her but instead he had come along and wouldn't let her do anything. He
would restrict her life and activities and it would be exactly as it had
been in her Muggle school, where she was 'daddy's little angel.' She knew
very well that despite her father's promises nothing would change. He would
treat her the same as always and she would never see that beautiful life
that had once been the only thing keeping her going. All at once she
remembered a day after school where she had wanted to go to a new friend's
house:
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"Daddy, Jody wants me to go to her house today. Can I please?" Layla's little 7 year old voice whined slightly.
"No honey. There is no way that I will let you go to Jody's house. I don't like her daddy very much." Draco said firmly yet gently. Layla had gone ballistic inside but as usual she kept it inside. If she was ever going to escape this restricted life then she would have to keep him sweet and give up yet another friendship to spare herself. Her father was a weak thing. He didn't know how to keep his daughter from doing what she wanted and Layla planned, even at seven, to do exactly as she wanted.
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That day Layla had sworn that she would escape to Hogwarts at eleven and have the best time of her life. After Hogwarts she would travel to Romania and study dragons, just like she'd always wanted to.
"Hey Layla! Wait up." She turned to see her new best friend running after her. Estelle Frankie was of Muggle parentage but was pretty, sweet, clever and more than willing to kiss Layla's ass.
"What's the matter? You look blue." Estelle's face contorted into an expression that was obviously supposed to convey sympathy, but to Layla it was just more sucking up.
"Stella, my dad is teaching here." She wailed, almost crying as she realised her dream was slipping away.
"Is that all -" Estelle stopped when she caught a glimpse of Layla's furious face.
"I mean it does kind of put a damper on life but that's no reason to act as thought the world has ended. You'll only see him when you're in his class which is only for a few hours a week." Layla made an addition to her mental description of her friend - too damn practical for words. She doesn't see the real me. She only sees the happy me, the Layla that is popular and entertaining. She just doesn't want to deal with me when I'm miserable. Well, she'll pay as well, Layla thought.
"Layla are you coming to dinner? I'm starving. I never had time for lunch because I had to stay behind in Herbology. Can you believe the cheek of Professor Sprout? She kept me behind for the third week running. Just because I spilled Bubotuber Pus again." Estelle carried on ranting about the injustice of Professor Sprout. As they wandered towards the Great Hall for food, a large group of boys came up behind them.
"Hey Layla, I heard you Daddy's working here now. Is that cos you can't handle being away from home?" The voice teased. Something inside Layla must have snapped then because she whipped around and promptly began to scream her lungs out at the boys. Then with a quick flick of her wand she turned the joker into a guinea pig. The rest cheered and laughed as the guinea pig ran this way and that attempting to escape his tormentor. The laughter increased with no one attempting to save the tortured boy when Professor McGonagall rushed into the room. Instantly the laughter died and the crowd ebbed away. However Layla and Estelle remained. Surprisingly Layla bent down to the little animal and started muttering under her voice. Then she stood up again and spoke directly to her teacher.
"I tried to undo it Professor. I really tried but I guess my powers aren't strong enough yet." She spoke clearly and without a blink of an eye at her blatant lie.
"Who did it?" McGonagall boomed. "I want to know who it was!"
"I'm not sure Professor. I was with the group but there were people between this poor boy and myself so I couldn't see." She said looking as sweet as she always had.
"Did you see the perpetrator Miss Frankie?" McGonagall's voice had softened by this time, clearly believing Layla's lie. From the corner of her eye, Estelle could see Layla glaring at her. That look said only one thing;
"It was me Professor McGonagall. I did it. I'm sorry." Estelle hung her head, not from the shame of having committed a crime but from the shame of being so weak as to take the blame for Layla. McGonagall's eye swept over the two girls taking in the atmosphere.
"Miss Malfoy, you shall proceed on to dinner. Miss Frankie, come with me." As she said this she scooped up the guinea pig which had by this time passed out with fear.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully for Layla Malfoy. Someone else did her DADA homework as she simply refused to do any homework for her father while she listened to music with Robert Linker and Gretel Cleveland. Just an ordinary evening until a shadow passed over her chair.
"Very nicely played Layla. You have a very devious streak. I couldn't have done it better myself. I beg your pardon, I forget my manners. My name is Krag Flint, son of Blaise Zabini and Marcus Flint and brother to Francesca. My twin tells me that you are the grand-daughter of Lucius Malfoy and daughter of Draco, is this true?"
"Yes, I am!" She snapped. "Got a problem with that?"
"On the contrary Miss Malfoy. I am simply intrigued to know about the grand- daughter of the great Lucius Malfoy. He was a very powerful man."
"I wouldn't know. My father has never allowed any contact between us. I have never met my grandparents." She said, somewhat sadly.
"Your father is a weak man!" He declared. Suddenly Layla developed a proper interest in the conversation. She looked up at the mysterious stranger who had the audacity to start a conversation with her. She drank in his handsome good looks and attitude as he swept out of the room. Well, well, well, there's a alley, she decided. I must know more...
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"Daddy, Jody wants me to go to her house today. Can I please?" Layla's little 7 year old voice whined slightly.
"No honey. There is no way that I will let you go to Jody's house. I don't like her daddy very much." Draco said firmly yet gently. Layla had gone ballistic inside but as usual she kept it inside. If she was ever going to escape this restricted life then she would have to keep him sweet and give up yet another friendship to spare herself. Her father was a weak thing. He didn't know how to keep his daughter from doing what she wanted and Layla planned, even at seven, to do exactly as she wanted.
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That day Layla had sworn that she would escape to Hogwarts at eleven and have the best time of her life. After Hogwarts she would travel to Romania and study dragons, just like she'd always wanted to.
"Hey Layla! Wait up." She turned to see her new best friend running after her. Estelle Frankie was of Muggle parentage but was pretty, sweet, clever and more than willing to kiss Layla's ass.
"What's the matter? You look blue." Estelle's face contorted into an expression that was obviously supposed to convey sympathy, but to Layla it was just more sucking up.
"Stella, my dad is teaching here." She wailed, almost crying as she realised her dream was slipping away.
"Is that all -" Estelle stopped when she caught a glimpse of Layla's furious face.
"I mean it does kind of put a damper on life but that's no reason to act as thought the world has ended. You'll only see him when you're in his class which is only for a few hours a week." Layla made an addition to her mental description of her friend - too damn practical for words. She doesn't see the real me. She only sees the happy me, the Layla that is popular and entertaining. She just doesn't want to deal with me when I'm miserable. Well, she'll pay as well, Layla thought.
"Layla are you coming to dinner? I'm starving. I never had time for lunch because I had to stay behind in Herbology. Can you believe the cheek of Professor Sprout? She kept me behind for the third week running. Just because I spilled Bubotuber Pus again." Estelle carried on ranting about the injustice of Professor Sprout. As they wandered towards the Great Hall for food, a large group of boys came up behind them.
"Hey Layla, I heard you Daddy's working here now. Is that cos you can't handle being away from home?" The voice teased. Something inside Layla must have snapped then because she whipped around and promptly began to scream her lungs out at the boys. Then with a quick flick of her wand she turned the joker into a guinea pig. The rest cheered and laughed as the guinea pig ran this way and that attempting to escape his tormentor. The laughter increased with no one attempting to save the tortured boy when Professor McGonagall rushed into the room. Instantly the laughter died and the crowd ebbed away. However Layla and Estelle remained. Surprisingly Layla bent down to the little animal and started muttering under her voice. Then she stood up again and spoke directly to her teacher.
"I tried to undo it Professor. I really tried but I guess my powers aren't strong enough yet." She spoke clearly and without a blink of an eye at her blatant lie.
"Who did it?" McGonagall boomed. "I want to know who it was!"
"I'm not sure Professor. I was with the group but there were people between this poor boy and myself so I couldn't see." She said looking as sweet as she always had.
"Did you see the perpetrator Miss Frankie?" McGonagall's voice had softened by this time, clearly believing Layla's lie. From the corner of her eye, Estelle could see Layla glaring at her. That look said only one thing;
"It was me Professor McGonagall. I did it. I'm sorry." Estelle hung her head, not from the shame of having committed a crime but from the shame of being so weak as to take the blame for Layla. McGonagall's eye swept over the two girls taking in the atmosphere.
"Miss Malfoy, you shall proceed on to dinner. Miss Frankie, come with me." As she said this she scooped up the guinea pig which had by this time passed out with fear.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully for Layla Malfoy. Someone else did her DADA homework as she simply refused to do any homework for her father while she listened to music with Robert Linker and Gretel Cleveland. Just an ordinary evening until a shadow passed over her chair.
"Very nicely played Layla. You have a very devious streak. I couldn't have done it better myself. I beg your pardon, I forget my manners. My name is Krag Flint, son of Blaise Zabini and Marcus Flint and brother to Francesca. My twin tells me that you are the grand-daughter of Lucius Malfoy and daughter of Draco, is this true?"
"Yes, I am!" She snapped. "Got a problem with that?"
"On the contrary Miss Malfoy. I am simply intrigued to know about the grand- daughter of the great Lucius Malfoy. He was a very powerful man."
"I wouldn't know. My father has never allowed any contact between us. I have never met my grandparents." She said, somewhat sadly.
"Your father is a weak man!" He declared. Suddenly Layla developed a proper interest in the conversation. She looked up at the mysterious stranger who had the audacity to start a conversation with her. She drank in his handsome good looks and attitude as he swept out of the room. Well, well, well, there's a alley, she decided. I must know more...