Interstellar || Draco Malfoy

33 || Secrets Spilled

"Who's your mother?" Goyle blurted as soon as our compartment door was closed. This time, Crabbe punched Goyle's arm and shook his head. "Ow! We all want to know!"

"My mother was a curse breaker." I started, ignoring the two bickering best friends. "Apparently, one of the best. She went to school at Hogwarts; she was a Ravenclaw. I'm told she was kind-hearted and selfless."

I took a deep breath before continuing.

"When she got pregnant with me, I'm told she grew restless." I sighed. "A few weeks after I was born, she jumped back into her work. But, she'd been away from it for almost a year, so she grew sloppy, and was killed by the killing curse while on the job."

"And your father is Snape." Draco hummed.

"I guess so." I shrugged. "After my mother was killed, he gave me to Miss Jane at the orphanage, and you know the rest."

"There's only one cursebreaker I know with that story." Crabbe's eyes were wide.

"Nova Littlesea." Goyle nodded. "Your mother is a legend!"

"She abandoned me the first chance she got." I huffed bitterly.

"That's heavy." Draco commented, letting out a puff of air.

"I was just beginning to learn to live without my parents, and then Dumbledore decides to bring my father back into my life." I sighed. "He wants to reconnect."

"I can't believe Snape is your father." Goyle mused with a shake of his head.

"I think reconnecting will be good for you, Des." Crabbe added.

"Maybe," Draco sounded, turning to give me a smirk. "This is why Snape likes you so much."

"He liked me because I am a good student and I'm excellent at potions." I corrected, cracking a smile.

"There you go, love." Draco beamed. "There's that smile I love so much."

"So," I blushed. "What are we doing over the summer?"

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Several letters had been exchanged between my father and I during the summer. In fact, so many letters were sent that Lucina refused to work by the end of the summer. She spent most of her nights tucked away in her cage, only leaving to hunt for mice. My father and I were still adjusting to our new roles of father and daughter. For example, my father despised that I lived with my boyfriend, but reluctantly backed off when I told him that Draco and I hadn't even kissed yet.

Along with a letter, I received a package from my father for my birthday. In the small box sat a beautiful potion bottle charm for my charm bracelet. In the letter, my father expressed that he wanted to add to the charm bracelet I always wore, and figured that a potions bottle would be the perfect addition. He'd been right, of course.

Draco, as usual, also took it upon himself to find me a birthday present. He decided that this year he would gift me a necklace, one with a silver chain and an emerald 'M' dangling off of it. Upon further inspection, prompted by Draco himself, I found a latin inscription on the back of the emerald 'M', reading 'cor meum tuum est'- 'my heart is yours.'

"Come on, love." Draco's hand slipping into mine pulled me from my thoughts. With one hand in Draco's and the other playing with the emerald 'M', I followed Draco into a compartment. We sat together on one side after pushing our trunks up onto the racks above us. Draco pressed a kiss to my forehead once we settled. Unfortunately, the quiet didn't last very long before Crabbe and Goyle busted into the compartment.

"Hey, guys." Crabbe greeted, shoving his trunk up above his seat.

"Hey." I greeted both boys with a smile.

"We got you something." Goyle sang, dropping a box onto his seat before shoving his trunk onto the rack.

"Really, you guys don't have to get me anything anymore." I said, reluctantly accepting the box from Goyle's outstretched hands.

"Oh, just open it." Crabbe commanded. "We won't take it back."

"But," I sighed, looking down at the box. "What if I don't want it"

"Open it, Des." Goyle deadpanned.

"Fine." I sighed, gently opening the box. Inside it was a knitted jumper, grey and green with the Slytherin house crest on the back.

"When you met my mom at the Malfoy's dinner party, she insisted she knit you something warm for the winter months." Goyle started. "I told her about our walk in the snow and sh-"

"Well, first, she threw a plate right at his head!" Crabbe interrupted with a chuckle.

"And then she threw a cup at you for helping me." Goyle huffed, shooting a glare in Crabbe's direction. "Anyway, she didn't like that you didn't have a coat and so she made you this one."

"Thank you." I said, truly grateful for the gift.

"She said to expect more for Christmas." Goyle smiled, happy that I enjoyed his gift.

"I don't expect anything from your mother, but please let her know how much I appreciate this." I told Goyle, running my hand over the jumper again.

"Will do, Des."