A Simple White Rose

All that day we paraded around Diagon Alley, buying robes, books, and other supplies I would need to go to Hogwarts. That's right; I said Hogworts.

Don't ask me how Luscious Malfoy convinced me to go to that hellhole, he just did. Perhaps it was the part where he told me who my father was. But we won't go there yet. Nope, not at this point in time.

Afterwards, I went home, with the company of Mr. Malfoy, and grabbed Drekia, who was not so very happy about our company. She complained incessively, and I had to reassure her that no one was going to hurt her. Luscious was present for our discussion and stared at us distastefully, though he dared not say a thing.

We arrived at the Malfoy Manor within minutes, using floo powder and Mr. Borgin's chimney. The house, or mansion I should say, was extravagant, though what truly caught my eye was the shocked look of none other than Draco Malfoy.

The first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Her? That's his daughter? That.... That grimy orphan from Knockturn?" He was slapped only moments after by his father, and I couldn't help but smirk.

Drekia glared evilly at Draco, hissing "I don't like him. Can I kill him, Kat? Please?"

"No, Dre, you can't kill him. Be kind, he is allowing us to stay in his home until term starts. Please don't ruin this for us... Please."

Dre quieted down, although I couldn't help but notice she was on edge, nor could I ignore the disgusted look I received from both the Malfoy's. I rolled my eyes. "What? Is it that rare to see someone talking to a snake? I mean, you must see my father do it. He is a Parselmouth, is he not?"

Luscious sighed, "Draco has never met the man, and I have only seen it on rare occasions. I understand the trait is a precious one, although that doesn't mean I enjoy seeing it done."

I shrugged and didn't continue. No need to upset my hosts, I thought. Dre didn't feel the same. She was muttering something along the lines of, "I thought pure-bloods were supposed to love serpeants." I rolled my eyes at her.

Mr. Malfoy looked to Draco. "Why don't you show her to your room? She'll be sharing for tonight, then tomorow we'll have one for your own, Katja. Your bags are already waiting there." He switched from Draco to me, midsentence.
Draco nodded unwillingly, but led me to the room regardless. He continued to glance over at me with hatred until we arrived. As he opened the door, he said, "It's not staying in my room also, is it?" He asked pointedly.

"Yes, she is. I will not allow Drekia out of my sight, especially now that she wishes death upon you. Safety precaution; I hope you understand."

Draco frowned. "It wants me dead, so you're going to keep it in my room? And you're ensuring my safety like that?"

"Yes, because she would never do something I have told her not to, regardless of the amount of desire she has to disobey. That's something you ought to learn, Draco. Speaking out of term with your father is a cocky thing to do. You may want to reconsider it in the near future." I proceded into the room, but stopped as I heard his reply.

"What would you know about talking back to your father? Up until today, you didn't know you even had one!" He barked.

"True, though on the contrary, I beleive that we both know my father's limits, or at least close. I advise you not to speak to me in such a tone, because, unlike you, my simple existance earns me more respect from him than you have probably ever mustered."
He piped down at this, and I went straight to my luggage to unpack.

It was roughtly around Five O' Clock, and I was staring at my cauldron, brewing up some Draught of Peace to calm my anxiety and agitation, caused in part by the boy standing next to me.
Draco was pacing at my side, griping about my potion stinking up his room. "Where did you even get hellebore anyways? And what are you making? Where did you learn to brew potions in the first place? How on earth are you supposed to know what you're doing without a book? I swear---"

I cut him off mid-rant. Yes, in the middle of his rant, I was sure. He'd been going on for ages, and I didn't expect him to stop yet. "First off, I bought some while your father and I were buying my supplies, with the money left from my mother's account. I'm making Draught of Peace, because I'm irritated that you won't shut up. I learned on my own, because I worked at a cauldron shop. I know what I'm doing because I've made this numerous times on numerous occasions, because I tend to associate myself with people. Like. You." I sighed, shaking lightly in my anger. "Now, if you would allow me to continue, I'd prefer in peace, I shall brew some extra for you."

Draco groaned, and stalked out of his room, slamming the door behind him. I rolled my eyes and looked to Dre, who had been laying calmly on Draco's bed. She was staring up at me with anger in her eyes. "I know, darling, but he's a tough one to get along with. He'll be more charming when he takes some Draught, I'm sure." I knew Draco was standing right outside the door, but I knew he couldn't understand. To him, my conversation sounded much like hissing noises.

Drekia moved off the bed and slid up my arm and wove herself around my neck. "I think I'll need some of that. He's agitating me, also." This was all she said before she laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep.

About an hour later, Draco walked calmly into his room, and sighed. "Dinner is ready, you may want to get dressed." He looked me up and down with repulsion; I was still in a plain black robe, now spotted with stains from my potion.

I looked at his frowning face questioningly. "But... I am dressed."
"Not for dinner, you're not. My mother gave me this to give to you..." He held out a sparkly purple piece of cloth, which I now realized was a dress. Funny, I hadn't noticed he was holding anything.

"Oh, thank you." I muttered. He stared at me shocked. "What? Just because I'm his daughter doesn't mean I don't have manners. Unless you've forgotten, I never even knew who I was."
Draco nodded sheepishly at that, and walked out of the room, saying over his shoulder, "There's a bathroom to your left. Use it if you'd like. My mother has already stocked it full of girly things like make-up and beautifying potions. But if you ask me, they don't help much."

I didn't reply but walked into the bathroom with the dress, and shoes, he had given me. I looked down at them, folded in the dress. Black pumps with purple lace. Great, I was about to look like the crowd I had always tried to avoid.