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Chapter 10: Crimson

"Narcissa?!?"

My heart slammed into my chest, temporarily forgetting that I had placed a Transformation charm on myself before entering Snape's office.

Now, I stood in front of his desk, shaking.

He stared at me for a second before his face went into total shock again. I knew what he had seen. He saw my real appearance. I could tell by the look on his face.

"Miss Jones?" he finally managed to say.

I froze. "No, it can't be! It just can't be!" I thought frantically.

He stood up, practically glaring at me. "Take off that charm, you silly girl!"

With a sigh, I said the countercharm. He just gave me that same cold look. "Was this your idea of a joke?"

I shook my head, but remembered how he said my mother's name. "How do you know Narcissa Malfoy?" I asked, smirking.

His black eyes glittered dangerously for a minute. "The question, Miss Jones, is how do you know Narcissa Malfoy?"

"She's my mother," I said, nonchalantly.

"And that would make Lucius Malfoy your father?"

I snorted. "He's no father to me."

If he was pale when I entered the office, he was even paler now. "She can't be," I thought I heard him whisper. "Narcissa told me the baby wasn't mine…"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Get out," he hissed.

"Oh, no, Professor, I am not leaving until my questions are answered!"

"How dare you disrespect a professor, Miss Jones!"

"How dare you believe Narcissa sixteen years ago!" I snapped back, hearing thunder in the distance.

"Get out, Miss Jones," he said, his voice rising.

"I said I wasn't leaving until my questions were answered. And I meant it!"

I heard him curse under his breath. "Stubborn, just like Narcissa," he muttered.

"I heard that! So how the hell did you two get together? She's a married woman, you know," I said, almost mockingly.

"There are things I don't think I have to tell you, Miss Jones. Now get out. If you really want to know, ask your mother. I have no reason to tell you anything."

"But, my charm proved you are my father. You owe me some type of explanation!"

"I owe you nothing, child. It was your mother who betrayed me!"

"And how did she do that?"

"It is none of your business!"

"Correction, it is my business, Father," I spat. "I am not leaving until you give me answers!"

"You will be in here for a very long time, then," he said. "Because I am not telling you anything!"

"Oh, yes, you are!"

He sighed. I think he knew I was serious, because the next sentence out of his mouth was, "Have a seat, Adriana. I'll tell you everything."

Since when was I Adriana to him?

"I guess I'll start at the beginning," he said, still standing. "Narcissa, as you know, married Lucius. For her, it wasn't a happy union. She always tried to get out of it, but for Lucius, divorce wasn't in his vocabulary. He wanted to control her.

"Several months after their wedding, she came to me in tears. One thing led to another and well, she kept coming to me. I won't say exactly what happened, because I think you know. Eventually, she got pregnant, but she said the baby was Lucius'. I believed her. Almost seven months passed until you were born, but they both said you were stillborn. They never spoke of you again."

"So, what she said was true. You didn't know I existed."

He nodded. "She said you were dead. I believed her both times. The first was when she said that she was carrying Lucius' child. The second was when she said you were stillborn."

"If you knew then what you know now, would you have gone looking for me?"

"No."

"Why not?" I asked in disbelief.

He didn't answer me, but I saw a look in his eyes. One that clearly said "Your mother is to blame."

I got up and quickly left his office, tears stinging my eyes. I knew it was raining outside because of the lightening, thunder, and the way I was crying. I ran down the corridor, passing both Sapph and Emmy.

"Adriana?" they both asked as I ran up the stairs. I needed to get away. I needed the solace of the silver blade slicing my snow white skin. I needed the comfort of crimson blood running over my hands.

I didn't stop until I reached the Slytherin dorms. I locked the door behind me, rushing over to my trunk, one that my mother bought for me before I started at Hogwarts. I found my silver knife, the one that took away so many of my problems, but left me scarred. I didn't care. I had just found out that my father didn't even want me.

I let the blade slice me, going deeper than the last time I sliced through my skin. I whimpered slightly, the pain would soon go away, but the scars would still remain.

I heard Sapph and Emmy banging away at the door, but I didn't care. No one understood what I was going through. No one knew what was going on.

"Quick, Emmy! Go get Draco!" I heard Sapphire say.

Oh great, just what I needed.  Mother's Golden Child ruining everything. I sliced my left hand, feeling the warm gush of blood seeping onto my hands.

I heard a male voice outside the door. "Oh, Draco, I don't know what happened," I heard Sapph say. "She confronted Snape-"

"And left his office crying," Emmy finished.

"Adriana!" I heard Draco, pounding on the door. "Open up!"

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes. "Forget it, Draco!" I screamed.

"Open the damn door, Adriana!"

"No!" I yelled.

He must have used a powerful unlocking charm on the door, because it sprang open. Next thing I felt was a pair of arms circling my shoulders and pulling me close.

"Adriana, why? Why would you do this?"

I sobbed, ignoring Draco completely. I knew he was only doing this because of Mother.

"Adriana Nicolette Malfoy," he said. "You'd better tell me why you did this or else I'm telling Mother."

"Oh, go ahead! Go tell Mother! She kept me a secret from Snape, my father!" I screeched, letting that information sink into Draco's skull.

He paled. The little rat actually paled. "Snape? Severus Snape is your father?"

I nodded, tears still running down my face.

"No wonder Mother didn't want to say anything about it."

"Go away, Draco!"

"Fine," he said coldly. "You know, Mother actually wanted you. She even gave you a name, if you remember. Adriana Nicolette Malfoy. She said she would have given you your father's name if she could have! She loves you!"

"Whatever, Draco! She might have given me life and a name, but she still kept me a secret!"

He sighed. "Believe what you will, but I am still telling Mother!" He glared at me, then left the room. I resorted to crying, trying to make sense of it all.

(A/N) Well, I'm not really happy with this chapter, but oh well. Please review!