"Are you sure you're not the one who likes Harry, Malfoy? You talk about him quite a lot."

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"You remind me of someone," Harry said walking beside you. You were making your way to the Room of Requirement that Dobby told Harry about. It was along the seventh corridor and a wave of familiarity washed over you as you reached the door that held your new headquarters.

"Do I?" You asked, gently opening the door, being greeted by familiar faces.

"Yes, but I just need to figure out who." Harry looked into your eyes, deep in thought. You blushed. Turning around to face the group you recognised a lot of people. Cho was there with her friend Marietta, you weren't a fan of her. Terry, Michael, Anthony, Luna, the Weasleys, Zacharias Smith, Neville and many more.

Zacharias had a disgusted look on his face. "We can't have her here, she associates with Malfoy. A Slytherin."

You widened your eyes in shock. You didn't think anyone noticed that Draco and you interacted.

"I trust her," Harry grabbed your hand and gently placed his in it. The jealousy on Cho Chang's face didn't go unnoticed by you and you felt yourself getting a little protective of Harry. But I have Draco.

But he's a git towards you.

You smiled shyly at Harry and watched as a bunch of your friends came over to stand with you, leaving only Zacharias, Cho and Marietta against you. Cho looked like she didn't want to be there.

"Good, now that that's settled, let's get started!" Hermione smiled. Everyone partnered up and you found yourself alone. Even though many people stood up for you, they were still quite apprehensive towards the idea of partnering up with someone who associates with Slytherins.

"You can work with me, [Name]," Harry smiled at you and brought you over to a spare spot. "We're practicing Expelliarmus."

You nodded. "I can do that. Expelliarmus!"

Harry's wand flew out of his hand and into yours. He looked at you with shock. "Well, you don't need any teaching. I'm gonna go help the others, I suggest you help too. You're as good as I am."

You smiled shyly, trying to stop the heat rushing into your cheeks. The Harry Potter complimented you! But some guilt rushed in. The guilt being a certain blonde-haired boy who made your life Hell, but also made it great. You didn't know what to do.

You decided to go over to where Luna was. You knew she wouldn't mind you being there.

"Need any help?" You asked her quietly.

"Yes, please. I can't quite get the wand movement right," she replied in her dreamy voice.

You spent most of your time helping Luna while listening to her talking about Nargles. Then you got onto the topic of thestrals.

"So you can see them too?" you asked. She nodded.

"They can only be seen by someone who has seen death. Harry can see them too."

You were puzzled. Seen death? But you had never seen someone die before. You were sure you would have remembered something as traumatic as that. But nothing came to mind.

"I saw my mother. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but one day one of her spells went wrong. I was nine."

You patted Luna on the back and went back to helping. Your mind wasn't there though. You were still wondering how you could see the thestrals when you hadn't seen anyone die before.

---

"Where have you been, Riddle?" Draco had captured you and taken you to what you now know as the Room of Requirement. It looked different than it did when you were with the DA. It had the black couches again and the roaring fireplace.

"None of your business, Malfoy."

Draco looked offended. "It is my business as I am your husband!"

"No, you're not."

Draco grabbed your hand and pointed to the ring on your finger. "I am."

Silence entered the room and you found yourself feeling quite awkward. "I see you're still hanging out with Potter."

You rolled your eyes. He was so obsessed with this boy. "Are you sure you're not the one who likes Harry, Malfoy? You talk about him quite a lot."

"W-what, that's-that's absurd, [Name]," he spluttered. You giggled. Seeing Draco was flustered was very new to you, and you liked it. For once you weren't the one going speechless and red.

"I'm only joking, Draco," you patted his arm.

He sighed in relief.

"Not really," you whispered to yourself. He snapped his head towards you and you smiled innocently. A smile came over his face. Not a smirk, a real smile. One you had only seen once.

He walked over to you and embraced you in a tight hug.

"I love you," he murmured. You were in shock. Those were the last words you were expecting to come out of his mouth.

You pulled away from the hug and walked out of the Room of Requirement. You knew for sure he was messing with your emotions. You ran down the hallway, tears forming in your eyes. Blurring your eyesight. You bumped into a wall, but it wasn't a wall.

"[Name]?" It was Harry. "What's wrong?"

You fell into his arms, crying. Why were you so emotional?

Harry soothed you, rubbing circles on your back, while you sobbed into his shoulder. Harry saw Draco come around the corner and narrowed his eyes at him. He knew exactly why you were crying.

"Don't worry about that git," Harry whispered. "I'm here for you."

---

It was Valentine's Day. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself in your dorm, Anthony and Terry dragged you out and insisted on spending the day with you.

"You need to see some sun," Terry said. You rolled your eyes. Staying inside with a good book seemed like a much better option then going outside, especially on Valentine's Day.

"Come on, we need to go to Honeydukes! I want lollies!" Anthony said whining like a toddler. They walked on either side of you, leading you towards Honeydukes. Your eyes lit up at the idea of hundreds of sugar candies, but the happiness soon went away when you saw a blonde enter Honeydukes.

"Guys, can we go somewhere else?" you whispered tugging on their coats.

"What, why? I want lollies!" Anthony cried.

"Okay, you guys go and we can meet in the Three Broomsticks when you're done." You let go of them and quickly walked to the Three Broomsticks, hoping Draco wouldn't see you and follow. They didn't have time to answer and you entered the warm building, the smell of sweet butterbeer filling your nostrils. As expected, it was crowded with couples sharing butterbeers and snogging. Your heart clenched, but you took in a breath and began searching for a table.

To your surprise you saw Harry, Hermione, Luna and Rita Skeeter sitting at a table. They looked quite exasperated and you decided to just pretend you hadn't seen them. But obviously that didn't work.

"[Name], over here!" Hermione yelled out, beckoning you with a warm smile. They made space for you and you coughed awkwardly.

"Well, who is this young lady?" Rita looked at you through her obnoxious glasses.

"[Name] [Lastname]," you shifted uncomfortably.

"Ah, of course. Your mother is quite respected at the Ministry. Mind if I ask you a few questions about her?" She got her quill out, ready to write notes, hoping for you to spill some secrets.

Harry stood up and motioned for Rita to go. "No questions. You're done here." Rita scoffed, but left anyhow.

"What brings you here, [Name]?" Hermione asked as Luna quickly said goodbye and walked off.

"Terry and Anthony forced me to come out, but they went to Honeydukes and I-" you paused, taking in a deep breath, "I didn't want to go in."

"Are you on a...date with one of them, or both?" Harry asked - more like interrogated.

You shook your head and smiled shyly as he let out a sigh of relief. Hermione gave him a knowing glance.

"I must be off. Enjoy yourselves." She winked at you and walked out of the Three Broomsticks.

"So, what were you doing with Rita?" you asked smiling at Harry.

Harry explained how Hermione had this idea of telling his story about Voldemort to Rita to get published in The Quibbler, since the Prophet won't take anything.

You nodded, grimacing slightly when he mentioned his name. You had stayed at school at Christmas time, not wanting to see him at Malfoy Manor, not wanting to see someone else as well. You couldn't stand the thought of Voldemort being your father. It wasn't right. You were so different from him and your mother wasn't someone to associate with his beliefs either. You had never seen them interact romantically and she was way too young for him. Something wasn't right.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry snapped you out of your thoughts.

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine," you patted your legs, wiping off non-existent dirt.

"You get really nervous when I talk about Voldemort. I know you believe that he's back, but is there a reason he makes you so nervous?"

You stared into Harry's green eyes, he was concerned. But could you tell him? Could you say that the man who murdered his parents and went for him was your father? You couldn't. He'd hate you.

You breathed in deeply. "I-I can't say. You'd hate me."

Harry gently placed his hand on top of yours in a comforting manner. "I could never hate you."

The truth was about to come out of your mouth when you saw him watching you. He was seated two tables away, but he was staring intently at you and you knew he could hear your whole conversation. He locked eyes with you and put a finger to his throat in a slicing motion.

"Dead." he mouthed and you knew he was right. You couldn't say anything, not the whole truth anyway.

"He's just involved with my mother and I'm worried about her," the lie slid off your tongue. It wasn't a complete lie, but you still felt guilty.

"Hey, it's okay. From what I've heard, your mum is a strong woman," he smiled at you, causing you to blush.

"Thank you, Harry. For everything."

"Anytime."

You both stared at each other and you could feel the temperature turn hot. Eyes were glaring at you, daring you to do something while he was there watching. Did you really have a crush on Harry while Draco Malfoy was alive and betrothed to you. Did you really like Harry when you told Draco you loved him?

"Here's your butterbeer." Madam Rosmerta placed your glass of butterbeer in front of you, interrupting the moment you had with Harry. You thanked her and lifted it up to take a sip.

Harry frowned and picked something up from underneath your glass. You put it down and watched as he held a piece of paper. He read it and his expression became one of shock. He handed it over to you and his expression of shock turned into one of disgust.

"I can't believe you," he said. "Involved with your mother, a great excuse." And with that he left.

You looked down at the piece of paper and your eyes watered.

Voldemort's your grandfather.

You looked up and saw Draco smirking at you over the fact that Harry had left. You stood up and stomped over to him, sitting across from him.

"That's Pansy's seat," he said lazily.

"I don't care, did you know about this?" You shoved the paper into his hand and he read it, mild amusement on his face.

"Still a Riddle, eh? Guess Potter won't be coming back to you. Looks like you're all mine." He glided his fingers up your hand.

"I despise you, Draco Malfoy." You spat, storming out, tears spilling in your eyes. Anthony and Terry had just gotten to the Three Broomsticks, their hands full of sweets.

"Hey, what happened?" Terry cried. You buried your head into his shoulder and began to cry as Anthony gently rubbed your back. They led you back to the castle and laid you on the couch in the common room, giving you sweets and trying to make you laugh. You appreciated everything they did for you, but you couldn't get the note out of your head.

Then something clicked in your brain. Voldemort wasn't your dad, he was your grandfather, which meant your real father is somewhere out there.