Chapter 4
As Snape sat there for what seemed like hours. Just staring at me, I started to mentally kick myself. I planned on telling him a little more gradually, but the man was so impatient and cold.
"Why do you think I'm your father?"
"Because my mother told me you were."
"And just who is your mother?"
"Olivia Longbottom."
I watched his eyes and saw the flicker of realization.
"When were you born?"
"October 21."
Snape's eyes bleared and I knew he was doing the math.
"December 21, the winter solstice."
"Livvi, how is she?"
"Dead." I said my voice emotionless.
His face changed quickly from shock to surprise to blankness. I knew our conversation was over. I walked to the door and opened it, stopping briefly to look back at my father. He didn't look at me.
I walked back to the Slytherin common room. It was empty. There was a door open on the other side of the room that I hadn't noticed before. I walked over to it and walked in.
I was in a common room, smaller than the one I had just left, but spectacular. It was draped in green and silver, Slytherin colors, and was lavishly furnished. I wandered around the room looking at all the wonderful things. There was another door and I knew I shouldn't have but I pushed it open and walked in.
I was in a bedroom even more beautiful than the common room. There was a huge 4-poster bed draped in silver. I didn't here the door open behind me as I tried out the bed. It was the most comfortable bed I had ever been in.
I heard someone clear there throat and I turned around quickly, embarrassed at being caught. There stood the grey eyed guy from earlier, in just a towel. I watched as a bead of water ran down his towel. I quickly looked back up as I realized where my eyes were looking.
He has a cocky grin on his face. "Like what you see?"
"Yeah." I said without thinking.
He raised his eyebrow at what I said and I winked at him.
"Who are you?" He asked walking over to his dresser and pulling on of green silk pajama pants.
"Sydney. Who are you?"
I watched as he slipped the pants on under the towel than threw it into the hamper.
"Wait, let me get this straight, your in my room, sitting on my bed, and you don't know who I am?"
"Nope." I shot him a smile.
"Draco." He said as he walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the blankets and laid down beneath them.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sleep. This is my bed. You can stay if you want. But I'm tired so goodnight." With that he turned over on his side, extinguished his lights and closed his eyes.
I sat there for a few minutes then went back to my room.