Ophelia woke up in a green bedroom. There were silk sheets of dark green, and the comforter was a silver color. The pillows were black and the whole color of the room was grey. She didn't have to ask to know she was in Draco's room. She groaned as she sat up and looked around. The bathroom door was shut and she could hear water running. Ophelia tried to sit up more but groaned loudly from the throbbing pain in her head. Narcissa came in and gave her a look of sorrow. She felt that Ophelia didn't deserve what happened to her. She was just a child. Narcissa came in with a few healing potions and popped the top off one of them. Ophelia knew she could trust Narcissa and allowed her to help her drink the potion. After Ophelia drank the potion, Narcissa started muttering healing spells and after a few moments, Ophelia was good as new. Draco had come out of the bathroom in boxers and lounge pants and blushed a deep red when his mother saw him come out like that. Narcissa sighed with a small smile.

"I'll leave you two be. Also, Ophelia, your parents know you're here and they will be here shortly," Ophelia nodded and Draco sighed. He sat on the side of his bed and put his face in his hands. Draco had so many questions running through his mind. Was Ophelia okay? Did she need anything? Why she didn't tell him that Voldemort was her father? Draco started to become angry and Ophelia started to become sad. She also had a million questions running through her mind. Why wasn't Draco saying anything? Did she disappoint him by not defending herself, even though she couldn't? Who else knew that she was Voldemorts child? Ophelia sighed and jumped a little bit when Draco stood up suddenly. Draco turned around to face her and if looks could kill she would be hundreds of feet below the ground.

"Draco?" Ophelia spoke softly.

"What the fuck didn't you tell me?" Ophelia jumped and started crying.

"What do you mean? I didn't know either!" Ophelia was beyond hurt when Draco started yelling at her, especially for no reason. Draco scoffed and shook his head while laughing.

"You got me. Really, you did. Now, I'm going to ask again, why the fuck, didn't you tell me you were his kid?" Draco was talking normally now, and this scared the living hell out of Ophelia. She had never seen this side of Draco, and she didn't want to see it ever again. Ophelia got out of bed with a stiff body and turned to look at her boyfriend. 'How could he make up such assumptions?' She thought. This only made Ophelia fume as she shook her head.

"I had no idea, Draco. You know I was adopted by Blaise's family, and you know what they told me? That my mother died, and my father didn't want me. That is what I was told. I was told that my own supposed father didn't want me so he gave me away. I don't know why this happened, Draco, but I can't believe how you could be such a fucking prick to assume that I knew about this! I thought you were better than that!" Ophelia was crying. This was a major argument for them. The only other argument they had was over Draco's dark mark.

Draco shook his head and scoffed again.

"Bullshit, you knew. You knew the whole time and didn't tell me." Ophelia's mouth went slightly agape and she truly couldn't believe him. She laughed and shook her head.

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"I can't believe you. Don't want to believe me? Fine. Suit yourself. But you're losing me if you continue to treat me this way." Draco glared daggers at Ophelia. He really thought she lied to him and didn't tell her something this important.

"Suits me. Get out," Ophelia's heart broke into two. She really didn't think that Draco would leave her. Ophelia started to cry and Draco was on the verge of tears.

"Fine! If you want me to leave then I will! But I'm not lying!" Ophelia screamed as she sobbed. Ophelia's parents, as well as Narcissa, quietly opened the door. They had been listening from outside the door, but quickly knew that the argument was escalating quickly. Draco gripped his hair and groaned in anger. He didn't know what to believe. Ophelia hadn't ever lied to him, and he knew that.

"I refuse to believe that you didn't know shit about this! You had to of known!" Draco screamed and Ophelia screamed in anger.

"Then why don't you fucking make me drink Veritaserum!" Ophelia screamed at the top of her lungs and that was when the parents walked in. Ophelia started to run to her parents but Draco grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her. He realized she wasn't lying when she mentioned veritas serum. Draco figured if someone was telling the truth, they wouldn't be afraid of bringing it up. Ophelia screamed and turned around quickly. The parents gasped as Ophelia slapped Draco hard on the cheek. Draco let go of her arm and held his cheek. Draco looked really shocked, as the last person to have hit him was Hermione when she punched him in their third year. Ophelia ran to her parents and hugged them as she cried. Mrs. Zabini looked up at Draco and shook her head.

"She had no clue, Draco. But we did. Stay the fuck away from Ophelia." Ophelia's parent's escorted her out of the room to provide her with a guest bedroom. Narcissa stood there on the brink of tears. She couldn't believe that her son had done that. He wasn't any better than his father.

"I thought I raised you better than this, Draco." Narcissa left the room and shut his door. Draco stood next to his bed and cursed to himself. He really fucked up this time. He most likely lost her due to his rash actions. He shouldn't have lashed out like that, but he didn't know what to do. Everyone probably loved the fact that they were together due to her being his child. Draco sighed and sat down on the bed. He thought about all the times they spent together. Every single time they were loving each other. Hell, Draco didn't even know if he had a girlfriend anymore. Draco let out a shaky breath and picked up his wand from the nightstand. He thought about every happy memory that he had of Ophelia. He focused on her smiles, the shine that appeared in her eyes whenever he smiled at her, the way her hair was just so soft. He thought of every little kiss that they shared.

"Expecto Patronum," Draco whispered and his ragdoll cat Patronus ran around him before it settled in front of him. The way the cat was looking at Draco looked like it was judging him about what he had done. Draco sighed and rubbed his face.

"Are you able to send messages to people for me?" Draco was hopeful. He remembered what Ophelia had done months ago and was hoping he would be able to as well. The cat nodded once and Draco smiled.

"Send this to Hermione, Harry, and Ron," The cat nodded and stayed silent, waiting for Draco to speak.

"Guys, I fucked up. I know why Ophelia was put into Slytherin. I know why the sorting hat was so quick to put her into Slytherin. I don't know why I didn't believe her when he told me she didn't know about the whole thing, but I've messed up big time. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix things, and I need your help. I need your help on winning back the heart of Voldemort's daughter, Ophelia Riddle."