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Princess Fluffy: June 4th won't come fast enough, I know! Anyway, like I said before, I really wasn't happy with how chapter 10 came out. Oh well, at least some of you out there liked it.
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Chapter 11: Like Father, Like Daughter
I don't know how I got into the Hospital Wing. I must have passed out, or someone must have dragged me there, because I was lying on a bed, my wrists bandaged up.
I woke up, only to gaze into the eyes of the Head of Slytherin.
"Get out!" I hissed, in the same manner he showed me the day before.
"Miss Jones," he said. "Or should I say Miss Malfoy? Or is it Miss Snape?"
The slimy git had it coming. "My name, Father," I spat," is none of your business! Now get out!"
"I won't leave until we talk."
"We tried that, remember? You tried to kick me out of your office!"
"Tried, but didn't succeed."
"Yeah, well, like father, like daughter, right?" I said sarcastically.
"Adriana," he said, using his silkiest voice. One that usually meant a student was in trouble. Unfortunately, it just had to be me.
"I said get out. You had a chance to try to get to know me, try to talk to me, but no. You had to be a bastard and deny that I even existed!"
"Because your mother never told me you were mine!"
"I am NOT a piece of property, Professor Snape!" I screamed, hearing thunder.
"I was deceived, Adriana! Don't you understand that?"
"Oh, don't play the innocent one! You could have demanded a paternity test! I swear, if I didn't know any better, you could have been a descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself!"
He looked like he'd been slapped. "Take that back," he said, using that silky voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, sarcastically. "Did you use that voice to seduce my mother?"
"Adriana Nicolette Snape."
"For your information, it is Adriana Nicolette Malfoy. I have no intention of going by my filthy father's name." I glared pointedly at him.
"I'm going to have to talk to your mother about your behavior."
"Go ahead! See if I care!"
Madam Pomfrey came out, looking worried. "Professor Snape, I must ask you to leave. You are clearly upsetting my patient!"
He glared at me, while I smiled innocently. Turning swiftly, he left the Hospital Wing, his robes billowing behind him. "Oh, how nice, you overgrown bat! Can't you even dress normal?" I thought.
"Are you alright, Miss Jones?" Madam Pomfrey asked me after he had left.
I nodded. What was I going to tell her? "Oh, I'm just fine. Turns out Professor Snape is my father. Oh, you didn't know. Neither did I." No, I just couldn't say that. I don't even think they would believe me.
"Anyway, Mr. Malfoy wants to see you," she said while taking my vitals. "Are you up for another visitor?"
"Yes," I said meekly. That surprised me. Draco actually wanted to see me? After what I had tried to do? It didn't make sense.
She left me side and called Draco in. He sauntered to my bedside. Wait, can a boy even saunter?
"Adriana," he said, sitting down on the bed. "Why would you do something like that?" He nodded his head towards my wrists. "Don't you know how much Mother cares about you? How much I care about you?"
I snorted. "Oh, you suddenly care? Well, I have news for you, little brother. You haven't cared about me. I can tell by the way you look at me. I'm just the dirty Malfoy/Snape secret. You have no reason to care. Now get out. I don't want to see you."
He looked at me with those cold gray eyes. For a split second, I saw compassion. I fought the urge to laugh. Little Draco, Lucius' pride and joy, actually shows compassion? That's something one would normally never see, even if it was a half second.
"Fine," he said coldly, getting off the bed. "I see an owl to Mother about your appalling behavior wasn't enough. I think another meeting with your father will suffice."
"I think not, Draco," I spat, saying his name like it was poison on my tongue. "I am not your puppet, nor am I Professor Snape's puppet. I refuse to let you two arrogant bastards run my life. You don't know what I have been through."
"The world doesn't revolve around you, Adriana!"
"Nor does it you!" I screamed, throwing a vase at his head.
He dodged it. "I never said it did."
I snorted again. "Could have fooled me."
"That's it, Adriana. It seems like nothing will get through your thick skull. I am owling Mother, telling her to come here. Then, the three of you will talk and get everything out. I'm sick of being dragged in the middle of your little soap opera."
I glared at him. "You wouldn't."
He glared right back. "Try me. Nothing will stop me."
He flicked his right wrist in a weird sort of farewell, turned on his heel and walked out of the Hospital Wing, leaving me in shock. He wouldn't make me talk to the both of them, right?
(A/N) All right! I finally got this chapter out! Updates now might take a lot longer, as I'm starting school on the 19th of January and working at the Olive Garden. Please review! It'll make me feel a lot better, knowing people still read this story.