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Mud In a Clear Pool	By : beautiful_Kirkland Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kyrie watched as Professor Snape stormed through the hall away from her and Draco towards the classroom. “Did he really love my mom?” Kyrie’s voice was cracking as she teared up. She was clearly upset by Snape’s reaction.
Draco put a comforting arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. "I believe he at least cared for her, but I don't know if he loved her." He carefully wiped the tear from Kyrie’s eyes. “By the way, thank you for blasting my father.” He was aware this was a futile attempt to cheer her up, but he was trying.
“If had known he was going to use his son as his own personal punching bag, I would have done far worse.” Kyrie’s hand caressed Draco’s face. Over the past week, Draco had grown closer to Kyrie and told her most of the instances of his father’s abuse, however it was still a touchy subject.
Draco pushed Kyrie’s hand away. “He’s still my father, and I still look up to him.”
“Why? He’s an abusive prick who’s blinded by his hatred.”
Before Draco could realized what he was doing, Kyrie was falling onto the floor with a bruise on her cheek. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she stared at Draco with disdain. “I’m so sorry.” He reached out to help her out, but his effort was met with hesitance and fear.
Once Kyrie stood up, she drew her wand so quickly it was as if the wand apparated from her pocket. “Immobilus!” Kyrie pushed up against a now frozen Draco. “Listen up. I will not stand here and be smacked about. If you can’t control your anger, then you sure as hell won’t have me around. Do you understand?” Kyrie took the spell off Draco, though still hesitant.
“Kyrie, it was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt you." Draco caressed her cheek, however he was disheartened by the flinch his touch met.
"We are not on the same terms as before." Kyrie walked off towards the classroom leaving Draco behind. She was still angry at Draco for slapping her. He had no right to touch her in that manner, no matter how angry he was. She cursed beneath her breath, claiming Draco was an insolent fool. However, she knew that she loved him. She cleared the bruise marring her face before entering the classroom.
As soon as she sat down, Theodore came up to her with a wide smile plastered on his face. "Where's Draco?" He was fairly tall with a lanky appearance. His light brown hair fell into his eyes, and his face had a small cut above his eye. Kyrie never thought of Theodore as particularly handsome, but he held a certain air about himself.
"We got separated from each other. " Kyrie casted her eyes down to the floor. She was trying to hold back her tears, but one escaped her eyes.
"Woah, darling, don't cry on me. What happened?"
"Flitwick learned I was Snape’s daughter." Kyrie hoped that she could get away with only revealing a little bit of the information.
"Well, Miss Snape, I'm sorry that Draco’s an arse. If it makes you feel better, I would never leave you because of your parents. Neither would most of the men in Slytherin." Theodore smiled earnestly at her. When he really smiled, he was a lot more handsome than Kyrie originally thought.
"What do you mean?"
"Lang… Snape, you're absolutely gorgeous. Your body is very fit from quidditch, your accent is hypnotic, your smile is so beautiful that Adrian Pucey described it as the equivalent of an angel's, and you’re probably the smartest girl in Slytherin. Draco is the luckiest guy in Slytherin because he has you." Theodore grasped Kyrie’s face. He whispered softly. ” Don't let Draco push you around and beat you. You deserve better."
"H...how did you know that?"
“I’m not dumb. I can recognize the light of a healing spell. That was a more advanced healing spell. We’ll have to talk about why you know that. I don’t know what he did to you, but remember that this isn’t the first time he put his hands on a woman in an inappropriate manner.” Theodore smiled and tweaked her cheek. “Don’t be sad. You’re not as cute when you’re sad.”
Theodore walked away just as Draco entered the classroom. “I’m so sorry. I just snapped. Please forgive me.” Draco looked genuinely concerned and apologetic. He casted his eyes down to stifle a tear.
"Who else?" Kyrie looked at him with deadly venom.
"Parkinson, last year."
"Why?"
"She ruined an assignment for potions."
Kyrie turned slightly away as Draco was about to plead for forgiveness. "Save whatever bullshit for later." She realized that Snape had already begun teaching. The potion was a beautication potion, something Kyrie could do without even looking up the ingredients.
"Mister Malfoy and Miss Snape, is there a problem?" Everyone stared incredulously at the two Slytherins at the mention of "Miss Snape."
Kyrie face flushed a bright red. She could feel the intensity of the stares directed towards her. Until she heard a loud and obnoxious laugh coming from the Gryffindor area. Eyes were traveling to Hermione. "You must be joking. Malfoy's girlfriend is Snape’s daughter. How rich. Is that why everyone in Slytherin fawns over her? Because she is the ultimate source of power in Slytherin? She can get your cock wet and get you extra credit in potions?"
Before Kyrie could do much of anything, Draco stood with fire blazing in his eyes. "What the fuck do you know about her, Granger? How can you stand there and make accusations based on assumptions you don't have a clue about? She's been through hell and back, and you're acting like she's the scum of the earth. You're probably also loose under your bookworm faćade."
Kyrie noticed that Hermione's face grew a bright red. "I... Malfoy, I can't believe you said that." Hermione drew her wand quickly. "Entomorphis!"
Kyrie casted a small deflection spell, causing Hermione to turn into an insect. She sat down, motioning Draco also sit.
Snape casted the remedy for Hermione's affliction. "Mister Malfoy, Miss Snape, and Miss Granger, get up here now! The rest of you, class dismissed!" Snape watched as the students scurried about to leave. Once everyone else left, Snape began to yell louder. "How could you all be be so irresponsible in my class? This is not a battle royale. If you three have a problem, please don not settle it in my classroom.”
Though Draco and Hermione were mortified, Kyrie bit looked dead straight into Snape’s eyes. “What grievances have I committed? Mister Malfoy and I were having a casual conversation, when Miss Granger started spitting out misinformation and attacking my person. Then I defended Mister Malfoy after he defended me. The only one at fault is Miss Granger.”
“Violeta, as much as I respect your Slytherin qualities, you and Mister Malfoy facilitated in the fight. You all are equally responsible.”
“Detention?”
“Yes. You three will be filing each of my potion stockrooms, and once your stockroom is filed, you may leave. Do I make myself clear?”
The Gryffindor looked even more mortified, however the two Slytherins looked apathetically at each other. “¿Cómo se supone que vamos a ordenar el almacén?”
Suddenly a gasp was heard from Hermione. “You speak another language?” Her eyes were wide, and she was gaping at Kyrie.
“Four others actually, and I did grow up with a mother who spoke fluent Spanish.”
Snape smirked slightly. “Te estoy diciendo esto porque tu eres mi hija. Alfabéticamente y por la volatilidad.”
Kyrie smirked back. “What time should I be here?”
“8:00 p.m. I will expect you all here slightly early.”
Kyrie sauntered out of the classroom. “And Professor Snape, remember the acento on tú.” Her smirk grew more pronounced when she heard Snape genuinely laugh.
Draco ran out after Kyrie. “What did you say to Snape?”
“None of your damn business, El Cabrón.”
Kyrie stormed away from Draco. Though he had stood up for her, Kyrie still couldn’t believe he’d slap her after they both had opened up their abuse. She felt betrayed, and Draco was going to have to bend over backwards for her to forgive him.
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*Translations*
¿Cómo se supone que vamos a ordenar el almacén?: How are we supposed to sort the stockroom?
Te estoy diciendo esto porque tu eres mi hija. Alfabéticamente y por la volatilidad.: I’m telling you this because you are my daughter. Alphabetically and by volatility.

El Cabrón: Dumbass or Bastard
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