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A/N Well, here we are. Another chapter. Hope you enjoy it. There is less Harry Draco in this update, but that's for a very good reason seeing as I got something planned for the next chapter. (I'm sure many of you reviewers can guess cause you all seem to want it to happen mwhaha)�I'm going back to updating everyday yay!
Harry was having a dilemma, a very big dilemma. Cecelia had attached herself to his arm and was congratulating him on the splendid game he had just played. There were reporters snapping pictures of him with the ever-faithful Cecelia by his side.
And all he could think of was where was Draco Malfoy.
Harry realized it wasn't fair to Draco or Cecelia, but what could he do about image? If Cecelia stayed, his good straight image would not be harmed, but Draco would probably not stand for another Ivy Irvin situation again.
He was at a loss of what to do. He knew where Avy was, she was with that girl Andrea by the food stand buying everything off the menu. He watched his daughter as her black hair swirled in the wind, and wondered if her moody emotional self would ever change, because no matter how much he tried to ignore it, Draco had a point; the girl was out of control.
Unfortunately Harry had no idea what to do with her.
Harry was jolted out of his musing when one bright camera flash blinded him for a few seconds, and as he blinked a few times to regain his normal vision, he saw out of the corner of his eye a blonde head swiftly turn around a corner.
Harry looked up and looked to the side, but the blonde hair was gone, and even though he could have sworn it had been Draco's hair, there was not telling who it could've been. Harry made up his mind that he was going to use the excuse of a party to get away from Cecelia tonight to see Draco.
Avy liked spending her nights with Andrea alone in her room while they talked about random things. It didn't have to be smart conversation to be funny, and sometimes they would attempt stupid things on each other like making the other blow bubbles from their ears.
Avy enjoyed her time with her friend because most of the time, it was the only time to enjoy. Time spent with her father was awkward because they didn't know what to talk about, and time spent with Cecelia wasn't torture, but it wasn't enjoyable.
She'd rather avoid time spent with either of them anyways.
Avy and Andrea had tuned out the movie playing on the telly, even though it was still playing. The loud noise of fake screams of the horror movie filled the room as the two girls laughed about how much candy they had thrown at Andrea's stupid brother earlier that day at the quiditch pitch.
One candy had exploded all over Andrea's brother, creating sticky goo that plastered itself in his hair, and that would not come out for a couple of days. So, he was stuck with blue goo stuck to his head, unless of course he had washed his hair, but Avy didn't know seeing as they had said farewell to the idiot hours before.
It was satisfactory for Avy to know someone's life was discomforted for the time being.
Avy knew her father probably had not been informed that Andrea was going to stay over night, but Cecelia knew and Cecelia would dutifully inform her father of Andrea's presence.
When Cecelia and her father finally decided to come back that was.
In the morning Avy woke up to the sound of bloody birds chirping as they interrupted her dreams. Avy didn't like being awoken for many reasons, but the bird seemed to have a pleasant ring in their songs today. In other words, the annoying big brown one wasn't at the feeder today.
Avy untangled herself from the blankets, which were not much because Andrea seemed to have stolen them again. Avy suddenly noticed how cold she had been all night, and how cold she still was.
She got up and climbed the stairs, food on her mind. She knew Andrea would not get up for another hour or so, because it was only 9 am in the morning. Andrea made it a point to get up around 11 every morning and pointedly liked to miss mornings all together.
When she finally reached the kitchen, something felt odd. There was no baking in the kitchen this morning. There was no damn Cecelia with her to cheery face. There was no father sitting at the table while he and Cecelia flirted. Avy hoped they were still not in bed.
Avy took out the carton of milk and poured some into a bowl, adding cereal a few seconds later. She took out a spoon from the left bottom cupboard and dished herself some of the milk soaked cereal and started munching on the crunchy stuff.
Her father stumbled into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing nothing but boxers. Avy glared at him as he fumbled to make coffee for his sleep addled mind. "You know, you could put clothes on because Andrea's downstairs." Avy said to him, glaring with cold azure eyes.
Harry looked up, green eyes startled. "Andrea is here? Since when did I say she could be here?" he asked, looking somewhat confused and attempting to dump coffee into the coffee machine, but missing it and dumping the coffee onto the counter. "Shit!" he hissed out.
"You didn't, Cecelia did." Avy said, as Harry wiped the coffee off the counter and throw it into the sink. Harry grumbled, attempting the coffee maker again and this time achieving his goal.
As Harry made the coffee for himself, not making eye contact with Avy, he said, "It's not Cecelia's choice, Avy. It's mine. You should have told me about it. I'm tempted not to let you have her over again for a while."
Avy was outraged. How could he do this? He never put his foot down before, why was he doing it now? Avy was livid with a spoiled rage. Avy knew she was acting childish, but she didn't really care. "Harry, you can't do that!" Avy protested.
Harry hit the red button on the coffee maker and waited for the coffee to be made. He turned around and fixed Avy a stare that told her he meant it. "Avy Potter, I am your father. Taking advantage of Cecelia because of her good will to get your way isn't right, so you can take it up with me if you want any other friends to come here again." Harry scolded.
Avy was angry, she didn't like not getting her way or things not going her way, so she did what she knew to do. She rebelled. "I don't much care about Cecelia. And since when did you start acting like a father?" Avy snapped back.
Harry took the blow, it hurt to know that Avy didn't think of him as a father. "Avy Potter, you are to go to your room after Andrea leaves and you are going to stay there until I allow you out." he said coldly, keeping his voice in check to not scream.
Avy didn't know what to say. She couldn't whine to get herself out of this, her father was truly putting down his heals. She could only drop the cereal bowl on the floor, hearing it crack and milk spill to the ground, and leaving the kitchen to her room in a huff.
Harry wanted to yell, but knew the food could be cleaned up, and the bowl fixed with a flick of his wand. He was tired and emotionally drained from the night before to want to do much more then sip a nice hot coffee and have time to think.
Of course most of that thinking involved how to handle his daughter and how to handle Draco, who had made it known last night that he did not want to be some side line thing while Harry was with Cecelia.
Harry knew one thing, if it was between Draco and Cecelia, he knew which one he'd pick.
Avy paced in her room, still fuming about what she had been ordered to do. Andrea woke up slowly, lifting her head and opening her eyes slowly. "Morning." she said, with a big yawn in between her words.
Avy sighed. "I'm grounded now." she said, sulking.
Andrea looked startled. "Why?" she asked.
Avy's sulky expression deepened. "I didn't tell Lord Harry you were staying over night. So now he says I'm not allowed to have anyone over and I have to stay in my room for a while after you leave." she grumbled.
Andrea grinned. "Then I better stay awhile so we can avoid your fate for a bit! I can see where he's coming from though, Avy. Maybe just talk to him for once about it?" she suggested.
Avy pulled a face, showing she disapproved of that idea altogether. "I don't think so Andrea." Andrea only shook her head and went to the bathroom across from Avy's room. Avy thought about talking to her father, and knew it would only end in a fight, and it wasn't worth more trouble.
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