Chapter 2
Zodiacmxsk.
Zodiacmxsk.
Me.
Serina Snape.
I blinked, and my thoughts returned to normal.
"They don't know it's you. That's impossible. Only dad knows." I muttered
But what if they found out?
I shuddered and went to class, or at least tried too. I got caught up in campus traffic, and for a second, I thought I saw a flash of too perfect white blonde hair...
Finally, it was the end of the first day at University. Nobody came up to me, but instead I got strange looks. Must've gotten around I'm Snape's daughter. I took out my phone and was about to call my dad, but then stopped. A official looking notice and resumes were in the student lounge. I picked one up.
"Internship opportunities at Slytherin Recording Studios?!" They were the top music production company in the world! My eyes scanned down the paper. "Name, DOB, musical talents (if any)..." The list went on and on. I heard voices from the hallway. I stuffed the paper into my bag, pulled my SnapBack low over my face, and ran out the door, only to knock into somebody's chest. "Excuse Me." I murmured quickly, then sprinted down the hall and across campus to get to the science building. I found my dad in his lab, grading. "Hey." I said, walking up to the desk and sat down, resting on the side of it.
"Hello, dear. How was it?"
"Fine. Do you have a pen?"
"Look in my bag, Serina."
I dug through my dad's bag until I found a red ballpoint pen. I shrugged, pulled out my application, and started writing. After half an hour, I went to drop the form off to Student Resources. The receptionist there looked over my form, eyebrows raised.
"You're Professor Snape's kid? I would've thought you'd persued the internship at Ravenclaw Labs."
"My interests lay outside of science, ma'am. When will the results come back?"
"You entered quite late, and the shipment is going out tomorrow, so in three days or so."
"Okay, thank you!" I began to walk away.
"Wait. There is one thing you must know about Sluthering Records. The CEO, Lucius Malfoy, has a son named Draco. Apparently, the son does horrific things to the interns. I've heard stories about-about how he took them home, one by one, until there were none left. So if you do get in, be careful."
"Ok. Thanks for telling me." I walked out, the weight of the story crushing down on my shoulders. "One by one, huh. By the sounds of it, he probably has sex with them, and fires them after he's done." I thought. I was going to have to be careful.
"Watch your back, Serina. No pity for the players."
When I got home, Dad and I went straight to our rooms to work. "Dadddddddddddd..." I whined from his doorway
"Hmmmm?" He said, looking up from his work.
"I'm going out to get food. Want anything?"
"I'm fine dear."
"See you, then." I grabbed my jacket and put my wallet and phone into the pocket. I strolled out, enjoying the crisp London air. "Let's see...I have 20 pounds, which is like how many US dollars...uh." My face scrunched up while I tried to do the math. "I have no clue." I sighed and looked for a familiar logo. "Starbucks will do." I walked into the cafe, and enjoyed the warmth. Imp ordered a panini and coffee. My phone went off. "A call from...the recording studios?!" I hissed.
"Hello?"
"Is this Serina Snape?" A female voice, obviously British asked.
"Yes."
"I would like to inform you that your application has passed."
"That was quick."
"You must report to the Studios tomorrow for the internship. You are personally Draco Malfoy's intern."
I choked on my coffee. Grabbing my paper bag with the panini in it, I walked out.
"W-what?!" I coughed.
"A schedule has been emailed to you. Goodnight."
"Yeah, goodnight." I grumbled marching home.
"Oh you are Draco Malfoy's assistant blahbkahblahblahblah." I said in a high pitched, fast talking voice. "JUST MY LUCK!" I kicked the pillar outside the door a few times before going inside. I quickly realized my dad was asleep. I quietly shut his bedroom door a crept to mine. I sat at my desk, ate, and after I finished my homework, started mixing to get my mind off of things. It was another original. The recurring beats of dubstep floated to my ears. After thirty minutes, I yawned. I went to go brush my teeth and got changed into a huge black sweater with jogger pants underneath. I curled up in bed, wondering what was going to happen to me tomorrow.
I woke up, and got ready. I did my hair in the usual loose braid, and changed into a grey shirt, blue denim jeggings, combat boots, and a dark green varsity jacket with black sleeve with white stripes on the cuffs. "Morning!"'I ran up the stairs to the kitchen, where my dad was making toast. "Dad, I have an internship, so I'm missing sphalf of Uni." My phone went off. "Shit! Gotta go, love you!" I kissed dad on the cheek and ran out the door, and sprinted down the street to the Underground station. When I got out in central London, I dodged the crowds of men in suits and women in their work uniforms. I stopped abruptly in front of the huge glass building emblazoned with 'Slytherin Recording Studios' in silver on the marble fountain in front of me. I walked around the fountain and went into the building up to the receptionist. "Serina Snape, intern." I drummed my fingers on the counter. A emerald and silver badge was given to me, emblazoned with a snake. I clipped it to my pant side, like most of the people here. I followed the receptionist to the elevator, who pressed the button for the 80th floor. I could see all of London from the huge windows. "Mr Malfoy?" The receptionist knocked on a door with the tag 'Draco Malfoy.' We entered into a huge black marble room, which resembled a long corridor. The only light came from the floor to ceiling Windows behind a black marble desk and black leather chair. That's when the person in the chair swiveled around.
"You."
The boy from the airplane. The one with the too perfect hair and the too white teeth. We snarled at each other. "Go." Malfoy snapped to the receptionist, who immediately left. "So..." The glint of white teeth and the flash of grey eyes. "Serina Snape...what an interesting name." He looked me over, and I saw the look of something animalistic in his eyes.
Lust.
"I've already heard about you, Malfoy. What you do to the interns-"
"So?" The smirk graced his lips once again.
"You piece of SHIT!"
Anger was unmistakable now. "Listen here, Snape. I'm in charge of of you. I can make you beg on your knees for fucking mercy-"
"I don't think so." I snarled
"My father will hear about this!" Draco roared
"Go ahead, you spoiled, insufferable, British douche-!" That's when a notice on his iphone went off.
"Let's go." He grabbed his black suit jacket and started to storm towards the door. "You have to come too." He said roughly. "And take off the hat." He hissed.
"No." I snapped back and miserably followed him. We went into the elevator, and looked straight ahead, not even looking at each other. We got off on the 55th floor, towards a meeting room. "I'll stay here." I grumbled, rolling my eyes leaning against the the wall across from the room.
"Get my lunch then." Draco snarled, and threw a crumpled piece of paper at my face. I caught it right out of the air, mere inches from my face. I stalked into the elevator and looked over his order. I suddenly smiled. This was perfect to get revenge on Draco Malfoy and his spoiled, pretentious ways.
Half an hour later, I returned to Draco's office, and looked around. Nobody was there. Quickly, I poured a cup and vinegar and a cup of salt, into his food. To mask the smell, I added spices and sauces you would normally get in Chinese takeout. I snapped the plastic lid back onto the container of noodles and left a note on the bag. "You owe me 15 pounds. I'm off to get my own lunch. Hope you die in a hole, Serina." I went over to the Au Bon Pain across the street to get iced tea and a sandwich, then went to the intern break room. I had twenty minutes of peace before a red faced Malfoy burst in.
"Hm?" I looked at him, acting innocent.
"Snape, you BITCH!"
"You deserved it."
Draco opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "You're staying here for the rest of the damn day for this crack-"
"Ahem." A voice said from the doorway. A tall, pale man who had a striking resemblance to Draco. I blanched. The CEO, Lucius Malfoy. Oh crap.
"Father," Draco spluttered. "This-this tramp spiked my food with the most disgusting of substances-"
"One: I'm right here. Two: that was vinegar and salt, dumbass!"
Lucius raised an eyebrow. With a smirk identical to Draco's, he turned to his son. "Draco, you must stop complaining. It's bad figure. And you're needed in the recording studio. New talent has been found. Miss Snape, come as well."
Draco and I let out identical groans, and threw a glare at each other. I followed the two, working on arrangements on my phone. In the elevator, Mr. Malfoy looked over at what I was doing with interest. "I know your father, Miss Snape. I would've thought you'd have persued the internship at-"
"Ravenclaw Labs. Yeah, I know. Everybody keeps on saying that. Sir." I added quickly. We got off at the 24th floor. I followed father and son to a medium sized room. A recording studio. My eyes fell not on the sound booth, but the equipment outside it. It was a DJs dream. Not like I could afford any of the stuff though.
"Sir, you have got to listen to this, it's amazing." A man a couple years older than me showed him something on his laptop. I didn't look up from my phone, until I heard the dubstep coming from the computer.
That was Zodiacmxsk's music.
My music.