Harry came into the Great Hall for lunch fully healed, but somewhat
drained. Detention must have gone late.
Hermione kicked Ron when Harry sat down, and Ron looked up. "Where were you? You didn't come back to the common room at all!" Hermione demanded. Ron just nodded - muted by the food in his mouth.
"Detention." he replied simply, as if it were no matter.
Ron swallowed, "For what?"
"Er. fight."
"With who?" Ron asked, excited now.
"Malfoy." He answered, narrowing his eyes.
"You didn't come to breakfast either!" Hermione interjected.
"I had it in the hospital wing."
Ron frowned, "Was it really that bad of a fight?"
"I don't know, but Malfoy got it worse than I did. He's still healing."
Ron smiled, and Hermione elbowed him. "What did he do anyways?"
Harry looked uncertainly to Jamie, "Well, he said.er-"
"Nothing." Jamie said conclusively.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron shrugged. Harry, however, took his spaghetti noodles, and arranged them to form the word 'what' on his plate. Jamie shook her head.
"Not with everyone around." she whispered.
Harry just looked stunned. *What could Draco have said that Jamie wouldn't want to repeat?* he wondered.
He replayed the harsh words that had been said before the fight through his mind over and over. Each time it became even more confusing.
When Harry got up to leave for his next class, Jamie slipped a folded note into his hand. He pocketed it, and headed for double Charms. In the hallway, he stepped to the side of the crowding students, and opened the note.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie patiently waited in greenhouse seven for Harry to arrive. She started fiddling with a green and blue plant with bright yellow flowers, when it shrieked and bit her finger with its razor-like leaves.
"Ouch!"
Then she heard a small laugh behind her. She spun around so hard, it made Harry jump back. "Sorry, I was about to tell you not to touch the Mennasprouts, but I figured you got the point when it bit you." he said, smiling.
Jamie sighed, and turned back around. Harry walked around her to face her. "I didn't mean to scare you." he said seriously.
"I'm not scared." she replied, quiet enough that Harry didn't hear it.
"So. um - what's this all about?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"What part?" Jamie asked, looking up at Harry.
"Uhh. what Draco said." Harry specified.
"Draco said a lot of things." she replied bitterly.
"He called you Malfoy." Harry said, wondering to himself what this might have meant.
"I am Malfoy."
Pause.
Harry felt as if he were turning inside out with bewilderment. "What do you mean?" Harry asked finally, a momentous foreboding spreading through him at what Jamie might have meant by such a statement.
Jamie's hands began to shake. "I mean that."
".that Lucius Malfoy's my father."
Harry blinked. Apprehensive silence followed.
The only rational thing Harry could think of, was to disprove what had been told to him. "But you told me your parents were dead."
"I told you my mother was killed by a Death Eater."
Draco's words echoed and pierced Harry's still thoughts. ".long lost daughter of a death eater."
A sickening thought entered Harry's mind as he realized her father had killed her mother. Then something else struck him. "Draco's your brother?"
"Half brother." Jamie snapped, her eyes narrowed. "And only by blood." she added bitterly.
"Why did-" Harry cut himself short, aware of how personal that question would have been. *Why did Lucius kill your mother?* is what he would have asked.
Jamie had been looking straight into Harry's eyes the whole time. "Because she left him. And took me."
Harry suddenly remembered to breathe. He breathed. "Why would he kill for that?"
Jamie's gaze shifted towards the plant that had bitten her. "It's not that he cared for me at all. All he cared about was the blood that ran through his veins, and the name Malfoy. I had that blood, and that name."
"My mother was only a pure-blood in his eyes - not a woman."
Harry grasped her hand. "And your mother was a great woman for taking you away from that."
"Yes, but I don't know how she did it." Jamie frowned as she wondered about this. "I suppose maybe my stepfather helped her." she said with a small smile. He must have been a great father to her- what ever happened to him, if only she knew.
"Who was your stepfather?"
Jamie shrugged, "I don't know."
"Can't you. see him?"
Jamie shook her head in frustration.
After a small pause, Harry picked a non-biting flower, stuck it in Jamie's hair, and gave her a small kiss. "You have your mother's hair, eyes," Harry paused and laughed, "and freckles - but you inherited nothing from the man who claims to be your father."
"But I'm in Slytherin."
"Yes, well - only blood matters to them."
Jamie smiled and stepped towards him - looking into his face, "How is it you always make things seem better than they are?"
"Because they are." he answered quietly, and pressed his lips against hers, drowning in the smell of sweet flowers.
Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck. - and quickly pulled away, much to Harry's surprise, and disappointment.
"What?" he asked, a little irritated.
"Detention." she said, smiling sympathetically.
"ARGH!"
Hermione kicked Ron when Harry sat down, and Ron looked up. "Where were you? You didn't come back to the common room at all!" Hermione demanded. Ron just nodded - muted by the food in his mouth.
"Detention." he replied simply, as if it were no matter.
Ron swallowed, "For what?"
"Er. fight."
"With who?" Ron asked, excited now.
"Malfoy." He answered, narrowing his eyes.
"You didn't come to breakfast either!" Hermione interjected.
"I had it in the hospital wing."
Ron frowned, "Was it really that bad of a fight?"
"I don't know, but Malfoy got it worse than I did. He's still healing."
Ron smiled, and Hermione elbowed him. "What did he do anyways?"
Harry looked uncertainly to Jamie, "Well, he said.er-"
"Nothing." Jamie said conclusively.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron shrugged. Harry, however, took his spaghetti noodles, and arranged them to form the word 'what' on his plate. Jamie shook her head.
"Not with everyone around." she whispered.
Harry just looked stunned. *What could Draco have said that Jamie wouldn't want to repeat?* he wondered.
He replayed the harsh words that had been said before the fight through his mind over and over. Each time it became even more confusing.
When Harry got up to leave for his next class, Jamie slipped a folded note into his hand. He pocketed it, and headed for double Charms. In the hallway, he stepped to the side of the crowding students, and opened the note.
~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie patiently waited in greenhouse seven for Harry to arrive. She started fiddling with a green and blue plant with bright yellow flowers, when it shrieked and bit her finger with its razor-like leaves.
"Ouch!"
Then she heard a small laugh behind her. She spun around so hard, it made Harry jump back. "Sorry, I was about to tell you not to touch the Mennasprouts, but I figured you got the point when it bit you." he said, smiling.
Jamie sighed, and turned back around. Harry walked around her to face her. "I didn't mean to scare you." he said seriously.
"I'm not scared." she replied, quiet enough that Harry didn't hear it.
"So. um - what's this all about?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"What part?" Jamie asked, looking up at Harry.
"Uhh. what Draco said." Harry specified.
"Draco said a lot of things." she replied bitterly.
"He called you Malfoy." Harry said, wondering to himself what this might have meant.
"I am Malfoy."
Pause.
Harry felt as if he were turning inside out with bewilderment. "What do you mean?" Harry asked finally, a momentous foreboding spreading through him at what Jamie might have meant by such a statement.
Jamie's hands began to shake. "I mean that."
".that Lucius Malfoy's my father."
Harry blinked. Apprehensive silence followed.
The only rational thing Harry could think of, was to disprove what had been told to him. "But you told me your parents were dead."
"I told you my mother was killed by a Death Eater."
Draco's words echoed and pierced Harry's still thoughts. ".long lost daughter of a death eater."
A sickening thought entered Harry's mind as he realized her father had killed her mother. Then something else struck him. "Draco's your brother?"
"Half brother." Jamie snapped, her eyes narrowed. "And only by blood." she added bitterly.
"Why did-" Harry cut himself short, aware of how personal that question would have been. *Why did Lucius kill your mother?* is what he would have asked.
Jamie had been looking straight into Harry's eyes the whole time. "Because she left him. And took me."
Harry suddenly remembered to breathe. He breathed. "Why would he kill for that?"
Jamie's gaze shifted towards the plant that had bitten her. "It's not that he cared for me at all. All he cared about was the blood that ran through his veins, and the name Malfoy. I had that blood, and that name."
"My mother was only a pure-blood in his eyes - not a woman."
Harry grasped her hand. "And your mother was a great woman for taking you away from that."
"Yes, but I don't know how she did it." Jamie frowned as she wondered about this. "I suppose maybe my stepfather helped her." she said with a small smile. He must have been a great father to her- what ever happened to him, if only she knew.
"Who was your stepfather?"
Jamie shrugged, "I don't know."
"Can't you. see him?"
Jamie shook her head in frustration.
After a small pause, Harry picked a non-biting flower, stuck it in Jamie's hair, and gave her a small kiss. "You have your mother's hair, eyes," Harry paused and laughed, "and freckles - but you inherited nothing from the man who claims to be your father."
"But I'm in Slytherin."
"Yes, well - only blood matters to them."
Jamie smiled and stepped towards him - looking into his face, "How is it you always make things seem better than they are?"
"Because they are." he answered quietly, and pressed his lips against hers, drowning in the smell of sweet flowers.
Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck. - and quickly pulled away, much to Harry's surprise, and disappointment.
"What?" he asked, a little irritated.
"Detention." she said, smiling sympathetically.
"ARGH!"