Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

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Chapter 66 ~ Consequences

Severus stopped stock still in his tracks as he saw a group of students standing immobile in the dungeons corridor. He was just returning from breakfast. The Potions Master scowled, strode through the petrified students and studied them. One student had a gigantic set of donkey ears on his head. The Potions Master fought back a smirk.

The students' eyes shifted back and forth wildly. They had been frozen in place and by their positions and the way their wands were held, they all had been dueling. But dueling whom? Severus counted them. There were nine students, all frozen. No single spell caster could do that…unless.

Severus arched an eyebrow. This looked like Hermione's adapted Petrificus spell. That's the only spell he knew of that could freeze several individuals at once. And if it were Hermione's spell…that could only mean one of two people cast it. Mathias or Andreas.

Severus pulled out his wand to release the closest Slytherin. But the spell wouldn't release her. Severus frowned. There was a signature on the spell…now he was absolutely sure either Mathias or Andreas was behind this.

The Potions Master heard voices and looked up the corridor to see Andreas, Jasmine and Mathias walking towards him, engaged in conversation. He ducked back into the niche Jasmine had been hiding in to see what they would do when they arrived at the students. They walked past the Potions Master, and right through the crowd of stuck Slytherins without paying them any mind. Severus stepped out of the niche.

"Excuse me," he called politely.

All three of the trio stopped and turned. They immediately went pale when they saw the Potions Master. "Please come back here. All three of you."

Severus' polite tone did not match the way he looked at the trio as they returned, passing through the Young DKV members and stopping in front of the Potions Master. He glowered down at them.

"All right. Which of you two are responsible for this?" he asked, pointedly looking at Andreas, then Mathias.

"I am sir," Andreas responded.

"Remove the spell, Mr. Mbutu," Severus said evenly.

Andreas turned to the students, whirled his wand over his head the opposite way and remove the spell. The DKV members could move again.

"That black bastard hexed us when our backs were turned!" Franklin said, pointing his wand at Andreas. Mathias and Jasmine quickly pulled out their wands and leaped to Andreas' side.

"You take that back, you bigot!" Mathias said in a dangerous voice.

"Yeah," Jasmine added, her eyes like ice as she stared at her former comrade.

"Fuck both of you, you darkie-lovers!" Franklin spat back at Mathias and Jasmine.

Severus raised his eyebrows. Didn't anybody notice he was here?

Apparently not.

"Everyone put their wands away this instant!" he roared, startling all the students who hurriedly complied. They glared at each other hatefully however.

"You are all in the same house, yet fighting as if you were standing against Gryffindors. Now I want to know what happened here," Severus said in a quiet yet authoritative voice.

Everyone stood around sullenly, not speaking. Slytherins weren't tattlers. Severus scowled at them.

"I see. Maybe I should help you along with the story then," the Professor said silkily. "Now, Andreas attacked all of you when your backs were turned, correct?"

All of the DKV members nodded. Franklin had already said this much.

"But yet, all of your wands were out in hexing positions facing front. Who were you attacking?" Severus asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Again they didn't answer. Severus turned to Mathias.

"Were they attacking you?" he asked his son.

"No sir," Mathias said, his eyes shifting helplessly toward Jasmine.

Severus looked at the witch, and then at Andreas.

"Since I doubt Mr. Mbutu would interfere on behalf of someone who was not his friend, I assume you were the one under attack, Miss Malfoy," Severus said to Jasmine, who dropped her head.

"Yes sir," she said.

"Why were they attacking you, Miss Malfoy?" Severus asked her.

Jasmine looked at the Professor, then at Franklin.

"I think you should ask Franklin, Professor. I heard him casting a hex behind me and dove into the niche before he could hit me with it," she said, her eyes glittering at the accused wizard.

Severus looked at Franklin, who bowed his head and wouldn't say anything. The rest of the DKV members avoided the Potions Master's eyes.

"Well, Mr. Urnston. Is this true?" Severus asked. "Did you attempt to hex Miss Malfoy when her back was turned and then all of you continued to try to attack her when she ran into the niche? Why would you do this to a housemate?"

Franklin stubbornly did not say a word. The DKV taught that when a member was caught doing wrong, to say nothing and to never admit guilt.

"It's because she quit the young DKV, dad…I mean Professor," Mathias said as Severus frowned at him. He was always supposed to address his father formally in front of others to avoid outright charges of favoritism and nepotism. Charges that were actually quite true.

Severus looked at Jasmine with both eyebrows arched.

"You quit the Young DKV, Miss Malfoy?" Severus asked her.

"Yes sir. I decided…it wasn't for me," she said quietly.

"I see. And your ex-club members didn't take this well," he said, frowning at Franklin and the others.

Jasmine shrugged. She wasn't going to say anything against the Young DKV publicly.

Severus looked at Franklin and the other DKV members severely.

"Mr. Urnston and the rest of you, it is wrong to try and force others to participate in any organization against their will, no matter how beneficial it is. If Miss Malfoy has decided to leave your club, then you must accept it. She has a right to make her own choices without harassment. Ten points from Slytherin for each of you. I've no need to tell you how much the ninety-point loss will be appreciated by your housemates at this late date. You have lost Slytherin the House Cup through your actions. And you will each serve one night's detention with Hagrid cleaning the thestral stables without magic."

Severus eyed Franklin.

"Mr. Urnston, you have a right to your beliefs. But you have no right to degrade and abuse others with them publicly. Five points from Slytherin for your slurs concerning Mr. Mbutu and another five points for your use of vulgar language in my presence," he said evenly.

"What? Only five points for what he said about Andreas?" Jasmine seethed.

Severus scowled at her.

"Do you presume to tell me how to do my job, Miss Malfoy? Twenty points from Slytherin," Severus said darkly.

Jasmine turned red and was about to complain when both Andreas and Mathias elbowed her sharply. She bit her lip as she scowled at the Potions Master. Franklin and the others looked at her with satisfaction. She had lost more points than the rest of them, excluding Franklin who had the same amount as she did.

"You all may go," the Potion Master said, striding to his office and letting himself in.

The Slytherins all headed in their prospective directions, Franklin and his group heading for Slytherin house and the trio heading for the Room of Requirement. Franklin purposely shouldered Jasmine hard as he passed her. Andreas grabbed Mathias before he tackled the boy. They already were in enough trouble.

"You'll hear about your betrayal, you bitch," he hissed at her. "The Dark Lord will hear about it too, believe me. And your father."

"Tell who you want," Jasmine said, rubbing her shoulder. "I don't care anymore. This is my life."

Franklin gave an ugly little laugh and strode away with the rest of the Young DKV. Mathias walked up to her.

"Are you all right, Jasmine? I'm going to get him for that shoulder thing," the wizard seethed, looking after the group.

Jasmine looked at him and sighed.

"Don't bother, Mathias. No need to pull you into this. I've got to deal with the backlash myself. I'll be all right," she said.

Andreas looked at Jasmine, but said nothing. He hoped her courage would hold up.

"Let's go to the ROR. I need to let off some steam," Jasmine said, walking up the corridor. Mathias and Andreas looked at each other. This meant they would have to serve as the witch's hexing targets and let her hit them a few times to make her feel better.

Ah well, they were trying to toughen up anyway.

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The next day, Jasmine was summoned to Dumbledore's office. When she arrived, Professor Dumbledore welcomed her.

"Ah, Miss Malfoy…so nice to see you my dear. Your father is here to see you," the Headmaster said.

Draco rose from the large armchair in front of Albus' desk. He looked at his daughter with a dark expression. Jasmine swallowed.

"Hello father," she said in a small voice.

"Headmaster, could my daughter and I have a few moments alone?" Draco asked Albus without taking his eyes off Jasmine.

"Why certainly, Draco. I was going to the kitchens to raid their sherbet stores. They served an excellent lemon sherbert yesterday at supper. I wanted to see if they had any leftovers. I should be back in half an hour or so," the Headmaster said good-naturedly, heading for the office door. He smiled at Jasmine as he passed, then exited.

Once outside, the Headmaster's smile faded. He was aware that Jasmine had quit the DKV because her name disappeared off the magical roster he kept of the various clubs at Hogwarts. He was happy to see it gone. Obviously, Draco was here to chastise her. He hoped the witch stuck to her guns. He walked down the spiral staircase and into Hogwarts proper.

"What is this I hear about you quitting the DKV and being intimate with black wizards?" Draco hissed at her.

Jasmine blinked her eyes at him.

"I haven't been intimate with anyone, father," she replied shocked.

"You were seen going into a black wizard's room arm and arm with him. Alone," Draco said.

"That was just Andreas. We went to his room to talk," she replied.

Draco scowled.

"To talk? What in the hell could you have to talk to him about, Jasmine? You have nothing in common with him. You are nobility, and he…he's just a jungle bunny," Draco replied. "Totally beneath you. You degrade yourself just by associating with him. No decent wizard will want you."

Jasmine looked at her father and realized just how horrible he sounded. He didn't know anything about Andreas and immediately classified him as someone inferior just because of his background.

"Andreas is a pureblood like we are," Jasmine argued.

"He's a black pureblood. Completely different from us. I don't want you hanging around him," Draco said. "That's my final word on this. And you WILL join the DKV again."

"I won't," Jasmine declared meeting her father's eyes. "I won't join anything that has to do with Voldemort."

Draco eyes widened and he looked about Dumbledore's office as if the walls had ears. They did. The portraits were all listening.

"Get out of here, all of you," Draco cried to the portraits, "before I hit you with a turpentine spell!"

The portraits beat a hasty retreat. Empty chairs and parlors abounded as they vacated their paintings. Draco grabbed his daughter hard by the shoulders, his handsome face contorted in fear and disbelief.

"Jasmine are you trying to get us both killed?" Draco hissed at her. "Don't you ever say anything like that again, witch! We will lose everything. Everything. Including our lives," the wizard said, shaking her hard.

"Father, I saw what he did to another consort. She was bitten, scratched and beaten all over her body. She said Voldemort wasn't even human and did horrible things to her. I don't want to be his consort, father," Jasmine gasped at him, "I don't want to be involved in anything that wants to make a wizard like that the leader of the wizarding world. I don't believe anything they say about him or the DKV anymore."

Draco slapped the witch, hard, knocking her to the floor. Jasmine was stunned, and brought her hand up to her face, staring at her father. He had never struck her before.

"When you turn eighteen…you WILL go to the Dark Lord. He is a man like any other man, Jasmine and you are a Malfoy. Your role was going to be influencing wizards to our advantage. And that is what you will do, daughter, or I swear I will pull you out of Hogwarts and send you away to someplace worse than Azkaban. I mean it, Jasmine. You are my daughter and you are to obey me."

He looked down on the witch. Her cheek was bruising.

"Maybe I've done too much for you," he said, "Maybe I should let you feel what it is to be a pauper. Maybe then you'll appreciate me better if I take it away for a while. Yes, that's it. This summer is going to be much different for you than any other summer, Jasmine. Two wandless months working on our island plantation will make you more appreciative of the luxurious life you have," Draco said in a low voice.

He grasped her chin and raised her from the floor painfully, bringing his face close to hers, his ice-blue eyes as hard as sapphires.

"By the time I'm finished with you, Lady Jasmine Narcissa Malfoy, you will be a properly obedient witch and willing to do what I say…exactly as you are supposed to do. There is a price that comes with privilege. You have a role to play…and you WILL play it. Do you understand me?"

Jasmine looked up at the stranger who used to be her father.

"Yes sir," she whispered.

Draco tossed her back, stood up and straightened his robes.

"I expect you home this Friday. You will leave for the island Saturday morning by one-way port key," he said to her, exiting Dumbledore's office.

Jasmine pulled herself up into the armchair and sat there a moment, rubbing her aching cheek. She had stopped carrying a compact, so she couldn't look to see the damage her father had caused. He had never, ever struck her before. She was stunned, but could see he was terrified at what she had said. Gods, what was she going to do now?

She sat quietly in the armchair for a moment…and then the tears came.

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A/N: Man oh man. Draco is not taking this well at all. What a controlling bastard he is. He's worse than his father. Poor Jasmine. Well, what doesn't kill you girl, will make you stronger. Please review.