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“Wh...what? No. You’re lying. It can’t be him.” She shook her head. Angry tears were falling from her cheeks onto the dungeon floor. Snape snickered menacingly to himself and nodded.

“Can I be excused, Professor? I finished separating them,” she said quietly a few minutes later. There were many Black's in the Wizarding World--it wasn't an uncommon name. But Emily never thought in a million years that Sirius Black could have been her father. She was completely torn. She was happy that she now knew the truth. She now knew the answer to the question she’d searched for so many times. But, she was also on the verge of wanting to rip someone’s head off. How could he have kept this from her? Let her walk around while others knew the truth? Snape nodded curtly with a gleam in his eye.

Emily closed the door gently behind her and swiftly walked back up the corridor. Her speed walk turned into a jog, which then turned into a sprint. She didn’t care that Remus might have a class. She didn’t care about anything else at that very moment. She just wanted to hear him tell her the truth. The tears were falling more freely than before. Her hair swished out behind her and her palms grew sweaty. But none of that mattered. It didn’t matter that the wind from her run was drying her eyes, making them sting. It didn’t matter that people stared at her as she ran by. All that mattered was the classroom door that was steadily drawing nearer.

Without even taking a breath, she burst through the door. Everyone in the room turned to watch her, but she only had eyes for the man in the front of the room.

“Emily! What on earth happened?” Remus exclaimed, the shock not completely gone.

“How could you not tell me? How could you keep this from me, Remus John Lupin?” she yelled back, walking swiftly up to him.

“What are you going on about?”

“That he is my father,” she stated through clenched teeth. She couldn’t control her anger any longer and suddenly drew back her hand and slapped him across the face. She heard the gasps from all over the room, but didn’t turn to face the rest of the class.

“Emily, Emily, you have to understand,” he tried to calm her down, but she was in no mood for calmness.

“Understand? Understand, Remus? So I am supposed to understand how you lied to me my entire life? I am supposed to understand why you let me walk around as a fool?” she retorted.

“Maybe we should take this up to my office. I’ll meet you in there in a bit. Go,” he urged. She was in no way giving up, but grudgingly went up to his office, slamming the door shut behind her. She paced around the small space.

Back in the classroom, Remus told the students their homework assignment and dismissed them. He slowly walked up to his office, running a hand through his graying hair. He sighed and pushed open the door. Emily turned abruptly to stare him down.

“Who told you?” he asked quietly.

“Does it even matter?” she asked back.

“It matters to me, Ems.” He sighed again, motioning for her to sit down on the couch. She obliged and he took the seat next to her.

“Snape told me, during my detention,” she stated quietly, studying his features.

“Ah, that explains everything,” he sighed again. “Emily, listen to me. I didn’t tell you to protect you. You wouldn’t have understood. It’s complicated.”

Emily jumped up from the couch and started pacing again. “Protect me? Complicated?” Her voice rose back to yelling.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. I was trying to protect you from this, Emily. From the pain that I know you are feeling right now. Please, believe me,” he pleaded.

“The only pain I feel right now is betrayal from you, is deceit from you, is empty words that came out of your very mouth. ‘He’s a great person, Emily,’” she mocked him. “You liar! I thought you loved me. I guess I was wrong, because if you loved me you wouldn’t have kept this from me.”

“Emily, I do love you and that is why I kept it from you. It would have crushed you if you knew about him, his past.”

“That isn’t what crushed me, Remus. What crushed me was the lies that came from the one man I have always trusted, have always loved, have always believed.” Emily stared at him, her eyes full of tears. Remus tried putting his hands on her shoulders but she shook them off.

“You can’t comfort me now, Remus,” she stated. She started for the door but he blocked her.

“You are not leaving until you understand,” Remus said calmly.

“You will never be able to explain to me why you withheld the truth,” she stated solemnly. She ducked under his arm and darted down the stairs. Hurrying from the classroom, she ran flat out to classroom 17. She closed the door behind her and flicked her wand to make the cushions reappear. She fell on top of the cushions, sinking to the floor. She sobbed into her hands, her mascara dripping down her cheeks. Her hands stopped shaking just enough for her to be able to jab her wand and make parchment and a quill appear. She started scratching away.

DaMien,
I don’t know if you’re in class, but I could use your shoulder right now. If you can, come to where we met this morning. Please. I need you.
EBony

Tears smudged the note but she sent it off anyway with another flick of her wand. Settling back into the cushions, she let her tears fall onto the cloth, creating stains.

Draco was sitting in History of Magic when a folded piece of paper flew in through one of the windows and dropped right in front of him. Some of the students noticed and watched him curiously, but Professor Bins, oblivious to everything, droned on about some war. He read through the note quickly, becoming alarmed from the tearstains and shaky handwriting. Deciding on his best excuse, he cleared his throat.

“Professor?” he stated rather loudly.

The professor started and then stared at Draco with a surprised expression. “Yes, Drew? What is it?”

“My arm is starting to hurt rather badly, I think I need to go see Madame Pomfrey. May I be excused?” he asked innocently, flinching when he grazed his arm with the opposite hand.

“Of course, of course. Hurry up,” Professor Bins stated rather dully.

Draco hopped from his seat and snatched up his books with his ‘good’ arm. After reaching the corridor, he ran up the stairs toward classroom 17. Seeing it straight ahead, he started to slow down and glanced around to make sure nobody had followed or was watching him. He slid in the door and shut it behind him, locking it. He looked around the room and heard sniffling from under the window. He jogged over to her; she didn’t bother looking up, but kept crying into the cloth.

“Emily!” Draco exclaimed as he bent down to her level. “Are you all right? What happened?” he asked franticly. She didn’t respond, so he became even more worried. Draco gently touched her shoulder, moving it up and down her arm and then across her back. He softly placed his hand around her waist as he lay beside her, as if they were spooning. Emily turned over and buried her face into his chest as he hugged her closely. He started rubbing her back, making a shushing noise. “Everything will be okay, Ems. I’m here now,” he soothed her.

Hearing her nickname, she erupted to a new round of tears, thinking of Remus. Draco was starting to become frantic, not knowing what he should do. He rubbed circles into her back and kissed her hair.

“I don’t really know what's going on, but I want you to know that I love you, Emily, and if I did something wrong, please just tell me,” he whispered against her hair.

She lifted her head a fraction, looking at him through her blurry vision. “You didn’t do anything. It’s all me. All me.” More tears fell from her eyes as she said this. Draco wiped them away with his fingertips.

“Don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry, to hurt. Talk to me.” He waited for her response, but she just watched him. His eyes were pleading but she just shook her head.

“I...I can’t tell you, Draco. I can’t tell anyone.” Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him, not wanting to let go.

“If you change your mind, I’m here,” he promised.

Emily’s tears eventually subsided and she leaned back to look at his face. He watched her cautiously, afraid she might break down again.

“Th...thanks for coming,” she stuttered.

“I'll always come if you need me, Emily. No matter what I'll always be here for you,” he proclaimed. He placed his hand on her cheek, rubbing soothing circles over her temple with his thumb.

“I love you, Draco, I really do,” she told him.

Draco leaned in and kissed her forehead, then he kissed her nose and chin, finally making it to her lips. He pecked her lightly, not wanting to cross any lines. She looked deep into his eyes, and making the first move this time, leaned towards him. He didn’t object and kissed her again, longer this time. She opened her mouth slowly, letting him invade her. She started kissing him more passionately, as if she needed to kiss him. She rolled them over so that she was on top of him and threaded her hand through his sleek hair. Her other hand moved down to his chest, while his hands lay delicately over her back. He started drifting his hands down her spine and placed them in her back pockets.


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