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She who walks in Darkness	By : SheWalksInDarkness Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco pulled open the front doors and slipped out, he knew they’d be shocked at his sudden departure, knew he’d have to explain himself but at that moment he didn’t care, anyway, how could he explain himself when even he had no idea what had just happened. Letting out a mirthless bark of laughter he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and mooched off, deciding a stroll around the grounds in the brisk fresh air was what he needed to clear his head.
He didn’t understand, what was this unbearable pull he was feeling towards this woman? It was like a constant tightness in his chest, his muscles all tensing, screaming at him as he walked further away from the house. Every step was an effort as if he was trying to drag his feet through mud, some sort of magic trying desperately to pull him back to her, how had she enchanted him so?
When walking became too hard he stopped, finding himself in a walled garden, wildflowers climbing up the stones whilst water trickled into a little pool below. Slumping down against the wall he held his head in his hand, swallowing as if to try and ease the pain, the lump he felt in his throat at what, he did not know.
She was so beautiful, so soft and delicate, the curves that would fit perfectly should his hands wrap around them, the curls of ebony that had been lifted slightly by the breeze as she had walked into the room, the air transporting the overwhelming scent of lilacs and honeysuckle back to him, drowning his senses as he hardened uncomfortably.
He knew who she was of course, they should have grown up together, she was supposed to have been a sister to him, the daughter his mother never had. That’s how he had always thought of her in her absence, as a sister, but what twisted person can’t stop looking at their sister’s half naked body, water droplets trailing down across her collarbone and disappearing into the cleavage just covered by a towel, imaging how she would feel he thought, disgusted at himself as the wanton feeling of need caused his skin to prickle again at the thought of her. He knew he’d never seen her before at Hogwarts though she must have been there, yet she was so familiar, something in the way she had looked at him, the flash of fire in her eyes as she took him in, the tapping of her fingers against the arm of the sofa. He knew he’d seen it before, it was a memory burnt into his mind so why couldn’t he place it?
He groaned at the thought of whom she’d been before, having been raised by Muggles she’d have been portrayed as a Muggleborn at Hogwarts and therefore had more than likely felt the sting of his victimisation, heard the cruel taunts regarding worth and purity, even, he groaned as he rubbed his temples with his long pale fingers, been on the receiving end of the cruellest jibe of all, the accusation of being a Mudblood. The worst part was that he didn’t even believe any of it, all the rubbish he’d spouted over the years was for appearance’s sake alone, to maintain his image and reputation as Slytherin’s Prince, to prevent the children of those who really were Death Eaters from discovering his family’s secret. How could he even care about such trivial matter? Persecuting someone on the basis of the difference of blood purity was as ridiculous an idea as if persecuting someone for the colour of their skin, or the ideals in which they believed in, unheard of concepts in the wizarding world!
“Draco?” His father’s voice came echoing over the wall.
“Here” he muttered, knowing that his father’s sharpened hearing, one of the side effects of being a Veela, would pick up on it.
He felt his father’s presence without looking up but was surprised when he felt him settle down next to him, back pressed against the wall.
“Would you care to explain your actions in the drawing room?” Lucius questioned, firmly but not unkindly.
“No” Draco growled back, surprised at the anger that seemed to be welling inside him, a feeling of jealousy that his parents had been able to stay in the presence of Thea, had got to enjoy her company where he hadn’t. Toning down his temper he tried again, “I apologise father, I don’t know what overcame me. I just can’t go back right now, I can’t be around her, can’t breathe, but now it hurts, everything is hurting!” His voice growing louder and more strained as he finished.
He felt his father’s hand rest on his shoulder, comforting him. “It’s ok son, this is just the beginning of your inheritance. I smelt the change as you left us in the drawing room, your connection with young Thea, the fear you were feeling. You knew this was going to come one day, your Veela has been supressed for years, hovering under the skin waiting to be released, waiting for you mate. Now you’ve found her things will start to change, your senses will sharpen, your body will transform and your temper will grow so be careful”
“Now that I’ve found her!?” Draco spat out, horrified, “It can’t be here, she’s supposed to like my sister, that’s been her role my entire life!”
“Draco calm down!” Lucius’ voice rising in shock at his son’s outburst. “Yes there was a time when you were infants that you lived briefly as siblings but that hasn’t been the case for the majority of the last eighteen years! Even if it were it would not be unexpected for your attraction to her to grow, your mother and Sephy were dreaming of your betrothment before you were even born! Now that you have discovered she is your mate it is simply one step better. You cannot imagine the joy of connecting with your mate, the relief you feel at your souls coming together, soothing the anger that I know you’re feeling. I want that for you son, give yourself a chance, take some time to get to know her, Merlin knows she’ll probably appreciate the break from your mother!”
Draco allowed a small smile to cross his lips at the thought of his mother’s excitement at Thea’s return. “Where are they now?” he questioned, turning to his father.
“Your mother has taken her up to her room to look through the clothes her father has provided for her. I think she wishes to play dress up” A hearty chuckle exiting his mouth as he thought fondly of his wife’s delight at having her Goddaughter back.
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