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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Fourteen

Draco stood outside of your door, red cheek and all, simmering with indignation and frustration fueled anger. The more he glared at the door the more frustrated he felt. With his fists clenched Draco stormed back off to his room. He ignored the maid he passed on his way, not out of spite or anything but because there was no reason to notice them. It wasn't like he needed anything from them right now. Besides he had better things to do - like slamming one of his much more ornate doors closed and sitting down on one of the oversized leather chairs in his room.

He couldn't believe your nerve. He had gone to your room to do something nice (sure it hadn't been selfless but hey, he was only human) and you'd throw it back in his face. Not only had he been hit but that was after you'd made your accusation of assault. He knew for damn sure that you'd enjoyed the kiss and he had given you plenty of time to back away. Which was why the youngest Malfoy couldn't fathom what had gone wrong. One minute there was something akin to playful banter and then it had all gone sour quickly.

He blamed Zabini. If that fool hadn't gotten in the way there wouldn't have been any issues. You would have continued your last year without giving in to temptation and would have gotten all your NEWTs. Of course, given that there was plenty of wealth already accumulated between his and your family, there would have been no need for you to have to worry about rushing to get a job directly after you graduated which Draco figured would have been for the best so you could conserve energy. Then given that you would have been somewhat isolated from the other people's minds which he sort of guessed you drained as you slept, just the average day still would have left you quite hungry which would have only worked in his favor. That way he could have come home for every holiday and eventually everything would have fallen into place. But no, nothing had happened like he had planned. And it was all Zabini's fault. If anyone had been assaulting you it had been the bastard that had ruined all of his plans. Zabini wasn't the one that had known about you special needs and talents since childhood. He just had to have been at the right place at the right time. Not only that but he had somehow kept your attention just like he said he would. The wizard hadn't stopped there either. You had come to rely on him more than your own husband.

The scowl on Draco's face felt like it was carving it's way into his bones as he shifted in his chair. What really got him was that your last few words kept swirling through his head. He glared at the dark marble coffee table in front of him. He had thrown the truth at you in his righteous anger but you'd thrown that back in his face too. Draco scuffed; he wasn't about to believe that you hadn't slept with the man who used to be his best friend.

The blond distinctly remembered with crystal clear precision the time he had found you with Zabini in the hallway, just barely hidden from sight. If he hadn't jinxed Zabini then you would have screwed him in the hallway without thinking about it twice. Not to mention what guy in their right mind would only be satisfied with kisses when their partner was pretty much pleasure incarnate? Zabini might have been able to put on a good face from time to time for the public but there was no way in his right mind he would have stopped at kisses. Draco hadn't really wanted to stop earlier despite already being aware what you were and what sensation you invoked. That would have been alright though - you were his wife. Sure you and he had never made it a big deal while at Hogwarts but it was still the truth. Draco had seen the contract with his very own eyes plenty of times in the family drawing room. It was laced into one of the family genealogy books just like his own parents' contract.

Even if Zabini had been telling the truth about that thirteen year clause it no longer mattered. Draco knew without a doubt that it had been consummated now. It had been tasteless but there was no denying that you and he had sex. Which meant that Zabini was in for a surprise if he thought taking you away was going to be that easy. The look on his former friend's face that Draco imagined when he was finally able to burst his bubble almost put a smile on Draco's lips. He couldn't wait to rub it in. But he would have to make sure to do it when you were occupied elsewhere. For some reason you got a little touchy when the subject of sex was brought up as his burning cheek could attest to.

Draco stood up and moved over to his desk. The more he thought about ruining Zabini's day the better he felt. Maybe when he realized he was fighting a losing battle the twat would finally break off the affair he had with you. It was either that or Draco was going to need to find a way to ruin his life just enough to make him lose interest. There was no way that he could let something like this continue on when it became public knowledge that you and he were married. The idea that you needed to seek out an affair to keep you entertained or satisfied in any way would damage his reputation; no Malfoy in history had ever been known to have a spouse that strayed before and he wouldn't be the first.

Quickly Draco got out his quill set and half sheet of parchment. He steadied his hand to make sure to keep his handwriting casual but still neat. He didn't want Zabini to figure out just how deeply he'd been bothered by the whole affair up so far. At the same time he didn't want to seem as though he was overly excited either. So he kept his message short and simple, choosing his words carefully.

Despite your best attempt, our marriage will remain intact. If harass my wife or I again with unfounded accusation or attention there will be consequences.

Just because his father hadn't been on the school board for a few years didn't mean that Draco still couldn't pull some strings. For a moment he viciously considered asking a certain wild associate to pay Zabini a visit if he didn't listen. Something dark inside of him wanted to see if you still were interested in Zabini with a scarred up face - he wouldn't be such a pretty boy then. Draco was pretty sure that Zabini would hate your presence once he was a bit more of an animal than he already was. All non-human things seemed to instinctively hate you and the only werewolf you had been around had been in your OWLs year. At that time you had done your best not to find out if the teacher, Lupin, disliked you out of sheer instinct so neither you nor Draco really knew if werewolves would have the same aversion as non-human creatures. Draco wanted to assume that they did because it made the plot in his head feel that much sweeter.

He imagined a disfigured Zabini causing a look of revolt to pass over your face only to find out that he hated your guts as well due to the animal inside of him trying to get rid of you. Once that happened you would have no choice but to stay away from the twat. The more he thought about it the more Draco liked the idea. Unfortunately Draco knew that he couldn't ask for that favor without the Dark Lord hearing about it. That would undoubtedly make him look bad for having another pureblood attacked for "petty" reasons. Especially considering that most of Zabini's family were death eaters as well. Still he kept it as a thought in the back of his mind because he couldn't help but believe that getting rid of Zabini would help solve all his marital issues.

Once the ink was dried, Draco strode off to give the letter to the family owl. That night he slept very well.

He had gotten up feeling relatively well rested. There was even a bit of a bounce in his step as he made his way down to breakfast. By the time he got to the sunny nook where his mother was eating a bowl of fruit and some porridge, he managed to compose himself. Draco ordered a few hard boiled eggs and toast from the part time maid before picking up the daily prophet. Seeing Potter and Dumbledore's reputation being dragged through the mud even more brought a twisted smile to his face. Finally things seemed to be going back to how they should be. The only thing that would make it better was if you'd stop being stubborn and come out to join them like a normal family. It was weird not seeing you at the breakfast table with a book in hand. Not to mention every time he passed a fire place he expected to see you near by doing one menial task or another. It threw him off these last few days not seeing those normal things. Instead you kept yourself to the closet size room that you'd foolishly chosen and refused to come out. It was like you'd secluded yourself away from them as though you had a transferable ailment.

The blond male looked up when he heard footsteps. Adam moved into the room with a letter in hand. With narrowed eyes (he wasn't about to forget the servant's part in the events a few days ago) Draco accepted the letter. His mother didn't even look up as Draco read over the infuriating clipped message that Zabini had sent back.

Prove it? Zabini wanted him to prove it? Prove what exactly? That he would make the other fifth year's life hell if he refused to back off? Or that you and he were still in a binding marriage? Given that Zabini had known him for the past few years, and that they'd been friends until recently, Draco started to believe that it was the later rather than the former. He might skulk around and brood (not that he admitted to such) but when he actually made a real threat he did everything in his ability to carry it out. The universe kind of helped him with that as well - though that whole basilisk thing had kind of been an accident but it had worked in his favor.

"What's wrong Draco? You looked troubled."

Draco balled the small letter up in his hand without looking up to his mother. He knew that this was something that he probably should find a way to handle on his own but the rising indignation made him a bit neglectful of that fact. Besides when anything serious went wrong it was uncommon to keep it a secret in his family. Unless, of course, his mother and father deemed it not appropriate for you and Draco to know. That was happening less and less it seemed; though you weren't the one that they went to directly in order to talk about issues.

"I've been having an issue with Zabini."

"Over what?" His mother had never been one to beat around the bush when she wanted to know something with the exception of being in the Dark Lord's company.

The fifteen year old glowered as he opened his fingers, as though that would ignite the ball of paper so he didn't have to think about it anymore.

"It's bad manners to leave a question unanswered," you chided as you walked into the room.

You hadn't actually heard anything before Narcissa's question, so you didn't know much about what she was questioning. You were able to figure out that it had something to do with why Draco looked so angry simply because he was angry. Narcissa may have been a lot of things but you had always found her to be as good of a mother as you had ever seen; taking an interest in her child's emotional state, even if that child was Draco, was just one of those things that she did. As long as it was in private of course because drawing attention to emotions out in public was in bad taste.

"Are you hungry miss?" Adam asked, drawing your attention away from the angry look on Draco's face.

"Please have Miss Lennings bring me some toast and raspberry jam," you said corgially and took a seat.

You tried to ignore the fact that Draco looked up at you with a rather quizzical expression on his face. It was much easier to ignore compared to the pulsing energy behind you. The sensation of a heated gaze was nothing new to you but it did remind you that despite having a plethora of energy, technically, still at your disposal you could always have more. Judging by the way that he lingered after pushing in your chair you had a feeling you needed to take care of when you moved about the house for a bit. Adam now knew exactly what you were and if the signals he was putting out both physically and with his energy on a subconscious level were any indication, that didn't put him off in the least. In fact, he seemed almost like Blaise had been but it lacked a certain quality you couldn't quite understand that let you know he wasn't enthralled. You really hoped he wasn't an exhibitionist.

"What are you waiting for?" Draco snapped as his fingers curled back in over what seemed to be a letter. "Don't you have other things to do besides wasting your time in here?"

Considering where he was looking, you knew that wasn't aimed to you. He seemed to take an incredible amount of offense to the fact that Adam still lingered slightly behind you. It would probably only get worse if he saw the goosebumps up and down your arms from when the butler's fingers touched the back of your neck. Thankfully you hadn't been in any particular state or that transference of sensations probably would have put Adam in a state unfit for his duty.

"Yes Sir," Adam said stiffly as he took a half step back, and started to signal his departure, "Ma'am, Miss."

As he walked away, Narcissa Malfoy spoke up. "So you've decided to join us."

You mentally flinched as you turned your attention towards her, "I can leave if you'd prefer."

"No stay. It would have seemed strange if you kept yourself locked away in the servant's room for the full holiday."

You nodded in agreement. Truthfully that was one part of the reason that you'd come down from your latest room. The other part was to see if Draco had been ready to throw you to the pitchforks yet. For all you knew it had been your last night at the manor after you'd lost control of your temper. You had struck him after all and he wasn't the kind of person that forgave anyone for anything as far as you were aware. Judging by the way that Narcissa was so stiffly uneasy though and not hiding anger you had to say that he hadn't told her yet. What had stopped him?

"Maybe you can help me uncover what Draco and Zabini have been having an issue with."

Your hand stilled on the napkin as you placed it into your lap. The piece of paper in Draco's hand made a lot more sense now. Zabini must have sent something for the topic to have come up. You hoped that it was actually for Draco considering that you really didn't want to think that someone would have given your mail to him first. The fact that Zabini had sent Draco something, something that made him upset, didn't help the hope you'd harbored that your thrall would have worn off after a few days of not being in contact with him. You father said that it would eventually wear off but he'd been a bit neglectful over how long that would actually take. It felt like forever.

On the other hand you weren't quite sure what would happen once it did. You were pretty sure that the situation between you and him had been the only reason you'd been doing so well recently. He'd been supplying you with energy and a sort of outlet even if it was one that you got frustrated with yourself over. Not to mention at this point all of the slytherins probably assumed that you and he were dating so it would appear odd if it broke off suddenly do to lack of interest. Then again weirder things had happened.

"I'm the reason for their issues," you admitted after a moment. You waited till the part time maid (Miss Lennings) had delivered your breakfast and moved out of the room before continuing. "I've found out a lot of things in the last few months. One of them being that if I gather energy from someone too often I become a fixation of theirs. My father assured me that it will wear off...eventually."

"I take it this happened to Zabini?"

You nodded even as Draco scuffed. As the information was processed by the older woman you took to eating the jam and toast set in front of you. The preserved raspberries tasted so much better than what was served at hogwarts but that might have just been because, despite all the issues, there was a small part of you that felt glad to be sitting at this particular table.

"That's a shame. I suppose it can't be helped. If what you said is true it was bound to happen at some point. At the very least he's someone a close to your station."

The incredulous look on Draco's face was actually quite amusing. The fact that Narcissa was taking this all in strides actually amazed you. After all, you'd had a harder time coming to terms with what had happened. That might have been because of the fact that it personally affected you whereas she only had to worry about possible scandal.

"You've been able to keep up on your studies then I take it?"

You nodded as you sat down the toast, brushing the excess crumbs off of your fingers with the napkin on your lap. "Yes. I've received better marks from my assignments the past week than I have in the past few months."

It was a wonder what a few extra hours of being awake could do for you. You were only able to take the bare minimum from people in dreams where as even a kiss on the physical plane seemed to give you more. Even though you bound Blaise's and your hands so that nothing could go too far there was still a lot of energy to be had. Especially considering that you and he found multiple places throughout the day; not that he exactly knew that it wasn't just the sensation that spurred you on. And with all the energy that you could gather from Blaise you didn't have to spend a few extra hours a night trying to reach out to any of the minds in the castle to gather energy. That was time that you'd been able to dedicate to your papers and reading.

"I see. We should invite him and his mother over for Christmas break."

...well that answered an earlier question of yours. If Narcissa felt comfortable inviting them over to the house then they had to know about the house guest. Which meant that he and his mother had to be loyal death eaters - his mother at the very least. The fact that she was okay with inviting him over after everything you'd just admitted was surprising. There was coping and then there was the sort of acceptance that she seemed to display.

"No."

Narcissa looked up at Draco's heated words. "Now Draco —"

"She just told you that she's been having an affair with him, and you want to invite him over for christmas?" Draco vented as he looked at his mother, then his eyes snapped over towards you. "Go on finish explaining what's been going on."

"What are you talking about?" You were pretty sure that you had covered everything important. Of course, there were things that had been understandably left unsaid but everyone in the room understood how you gathered energy by this point.

"Oh, I don't know, how about how you promised to marry him?"

That finally got Mrs. Malfoy to look between you and Draco in surprise.

"I never—"

"You never denied it," he said to cut you off.

That was true enough.

"He proposed?" Narcissa asked with a mild fluctuation of tone.

You nodded. "I ended up explaining that I was already married…"

Draco's sound was one part disbelief, another part ridicule. You weren't quite sure if it counted as a sneer but that was the closest thing you could compare it to. "Oh yes, and then you went on to blab about personal circumstances. Was it yours or his idea to look up the laws about marriage?"

"Neither," you said with gritted teeth.

"So you're saying that he already knew it."

This was not the conversation you wanted to have at breakfast. It wasn't a conversation you ever wanted to have. You should have known better though. Draco never was one to let you have what you wanted.

"Yes," you answered back shortly.

"What are you talking about?" Narcissa demanded.

"Apparently Zabini oh so conveniently knew that after thirteen years a marriage is invalidated if it's not consummated."

Considering how easily that she'd taken to the slight affair you'd been having with Blaise, it was strange that she looked surprised about that information. Not that it was a surprising subject for her. But it was almost as though she'd never really wanted to consider that was an option. Which meant that she was okay with the topic as long as it wasn't about her own son...or she never thought that would be an issue. You understood the first option but the second option made you feel quite low indeed. Was everyone okay with underage sex that much? You'd just recently become an adult as far as the wizarding world was concerned but Draco still had two more years.

"I never thought that would be an issue."

If she already believed that you and he had slept together before all of this what did she really think of you? The thought sickened you to think that she thought so little of you in that regard. You stood up and swallowed thickly.

"I'm sorry for whatever I've done that made you think that badly of me, but I can promise you that I've have never and I will never willingly have sex with children."

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at her in the eye when you said that. You didn't wait to see her reaction either as you turned around hurried out of the room. Which was why you didn't see when Narcissa reached out to stop Draco from getting up from the table or from saying anything out of anger back at you.
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