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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Nineteen

There was a certain look of skepticism and scorn on the elder Malfoy's face as he took a seat at the dinner table. It wasn't the one at the Malfoy's manner of course and that was very easily seen. For one the color scheme of the area didn't instantly scream out evil overlords. For another it was a much smaller table which was sat between three larger tables. The bride and groom sat on the table that connected the other two, almost like a king and queen would in the old days. Their families were down and around either side of them while the privileged guests were sat in the middle of the tables. There were other tables around the end of the hall for the extended friends and less 'important' members to the wedding; the Malfoys were no where near that end. They were, in fact, sat in between the main tables.

What gave Lucius such a look of derision was the fact that your shimmer name tag was on another table. The table was a little bit of a lesser standing but not too much that you were personally offended. No matter how much the seventh year slytherin wanted to please all the great families something had to give even with the size of the guest tables. You were the only Black in attendance so it was no wonder that you were placed at a sort of mixed table. What seemed to upset the man who housed you was the fact that you were, like in the ceremony before this, next to Blaise Zabini. You ignored the scrutiny in his stare as you sat down in the chair. Blaise took the seat right next to you after he finished helping to push in your chair. You didn't think much of it because it was just an old tradition that had stuck around. Even he probably didn't even put much thought into it. Though the look on Draco's face would have suggested otherwise. It wasn't much longer afterwards that the wedding toasts started up.

You tried to push back the guilt that you might have damned the other blond haired slytherin by focusing on everything else around you. There was a lot to be see to be sure. The way that the different colored ornate torches burned and their lights were scattered by what had to be a million crystals really was mystifying. Though even with the situation you had with Draco it seemed odd that two seventeen year olds were rushing into marriage. It felt kind of like a panicked race to the finish before the world crumbles. Sure the bride and groom looked happy in their ornate robes but did they know what being married was going to be like? Even you, who had spent nearly your whole life technically living with your husband, had no idea. You could take a few educated guesses on the day to day but there would be no way of knowing until you tried to live like an actual married couple first.

Your attention was drawn away from the speeches for a moment when you felt Blaise's hand around yours. His skin was warm and smooth, with only the barest of toughness around his natural grip. You felt as he brushed his thumb up and down the back of your hand, never once turning his gaze away from the mother of the bride as she spoke her peace. You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed - sexual passes you could handle, it was affection that made you uncomfortable. Mostly because you kept thinking about what other people thought about the display and kept wondering how long it would be before it turned sexual in nature.

The speeches came to an end which meant that it was back to the obvious social aspect of a wedding. Politely you slipped your hand away from Blaise's before you unfurled your napkin. Within minutes the first dish appeared - carried by white doves in a magical napkin from the sealing. It was a stunning piece of magic and quite entertaining. The doves themselves flew around the chandeliers when they had finished serving and melded back into the pristine ivory fixtures. The meal was rich and warm. The individual dessert cakes were even shaped like large holly berries and leaves. The notion that she had even remembered your suggestion made you smile. It was nice to know that someone listened to you, someone who didn't think that doing so would come with any rewards.

You made light conversation as the meal continued. In the background there was the sound of chimes playing what felt like a familiar melody. Though you couldn't put your finger on which melody was played. You had to hand it to the bride; she might not have been the brightest student in your year but she apparently worked wonders under pressure.

Soon it was time for the plates to be phased out and for people to mingle with the other families in attendance. Some moved around the rooms pretending to take in the work that was put into this wedding. Others chatted as they danced. Either way you could see the interactions for what they were - political power dealings. It's what always happened when high society got together. Quite a bit of the chatter was about the ministry no doubt. Everyone wanted to know what they were doing for various reasons. Other topic no doubt were on future weddings. There was probably a ten year old somewhere that was getting engaged.

You had gotten so engrossed in trying to figure out who was saying what that you hadn't noticed how tense Blaise had gotten until you were cast into shadow. You rose your eyes up to catch sight of Draco. He had a hard look on his face even as his eyes flickered over towards Blaise disobediently. When he was able to pull himself away from the silent war he waged with his former friend, you watched as he held out his hand. You glanced from his hand towards the tight look on his face in disbelief. He wasn't exactly asking but you understood his meaning well enough. You stood up and politely followed him towards where others were dancing.

It was a structured dance but there was still an intimacy in how close one had to stand with their partner. You felt the tension in his hands as he started to lead you in the simple steps. You paid attention to make sure that you didn't make a fool of yourself. You might have been raised in this society but you had paid more attention to your lessons in other areas instead of those in dancing. You were passable at dancing at best.

"Why are you still letting him cling to you?" Draco said in a seething tone.

"Excuse me? Who says he was clinging to me?"

It wasn't hard to guess that he had meant Blaise. You didn't try to deny the fact that you had kept physical contact with the younger slytherin throughout the ceremony. It was just that you wouldn't have classified hand holding as clinging.

"He had his hands all over you," Draco remarked as his own hold tightened.

You shifted your hands upwards in a less familiar way in annoyance. Draco's eyes narrowed in anger and he once again pulled you in closer. You tried to move away from him but he held tight. It was easy to forget how firm of a hold he had devolved as the slytherin seeker considering all he wore was long sleeves. Then again considering how many times Draco had latched onto you, you shouldn't have been surprised anymore.

"You have your hands all over me. Blaise only held my hand."

Draco scuffed with a look of disgust on his face. You didn't say anything more as the song continued. Nor did you say a word as one dance turned to the next. The longer that you and he participated in the revelries the more relaxed Draco got. It was easier to stand him when he wasn't practically jerking you around on the dance floor.

You even managed to start enjoying yourself. You smiled as you turned around, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Draco swayed with you as the music picked up in tempo.

Unfortunately all good things came to an end. Half way through the latest dance, you felt Draco start to stagger. Instinctively you turned around to see what was wrong. There was a cold sweat on his brow and a look of exhaustion on his face. Guilt set in immediately as you realized why he was so tired after only a little bit of light spirited dancing.

You had drained him last night. You had all of his energy.

Carefully, making it seem as though he wasn't having a hard time staying up, you helped him over towards one of the sitting couches. You played off the act to help save his dignity by doing something extremely bold. Once he was on the couch you joined him, taking a spot right on his lap.

The look of absolute astonishment on his face was almost worth that choice. If it hadn't been for the instant gossip and judgmental stares that your action had caused it wouldn't have even been that bad.

"What are you doing?" The youngest Malfoy asked with a disbelief in his tone.

"I was trying to help you keep your dignity."

"By sitting on me?" He seemed one part offended, another part curious.

You clenched your jaw tightly. So much for your nice gesture. Your reputation at school was already under fire given that you spent all your free time with Blaise, a student two years beneath you. The fact that you had been so outwardly affectionate with Draco was probably going to do you in. Especially with how the two boys had been feuding. Yet he was questioning what you'd done for him like it had been a silly, miss thought out action.

"Forget it," you bit out back at him as you removed yourself.

You maneuvered around the crowd and back towards the happy couple at the high table. They seemed thoroughly engrossed in their conversation that neither had any desire to get up to join the festivities. You envied that. When you tried to talk with Draco, the boy you were actually married to, an argument broke out. You knew he wasn't the sole one at fault for that. You knew that you sometimes should have held your temper better.

"He left you by yourself again?"

You turned your attention towards Blaise. Before Draco had come to take you to the dance floor, you had been talking to him. It might not have been the same level of diverting or as stimulating as the lovebirds of the day but at least it had been something. You nodded at his question, unsurprised when you felt him take your hand in his. He had such smooth, warm skin. For some reason you always expected it to be rougher but it wasn't.

"That's his biggest mistake of the day," Blaise spoke quietly.

Instead of leading you to where all the dancing was happening, Blaise led you outside. The winter garden was beautiful but cold. Very cold. Especially as you only had on your red dress; there hadn't been time for you to reclaim your outer robes before Blaise pulled you outside. To be fair though you hadn't exactly struggled or tried to slow him down.

Before you even had time to shiver, Blaise had put his robe onto you. Which couldn't have been comfortable for him considering he didn't have his outer robe either. You knew you should have tried to give it back but you were far too selfish for that. It might have only been an extra thin layer but at least it blocked your skin from the cold air.

"Draco knows that I wanted you to annul the marriage."

It wasn't a question. You still found yourself nodding regardlessly. This time it was your turn to pull Blaise somewhere. You charmed the snow to melt off of the bench and lit a few magical fires in the metallic dishes all around so the area warmed up. The exquisite mental dishes which were used to light up the area at night served the skible function of providing a little warmth too.

"Well?"

"It can't be done. Not that easily. Not anymore."

You practically felt him tighten up like a snake about to strike. You realized a little too late how that must have sounded to Blaise. You pulled Blaise's hand up to your face and kissed his knuckles as you tried to focus on calming yourself down so he would follow suit. Despite the fact that you were unhappy with Draco you didn't want to give Blaise the wrong impression. You didn't want him to think that Draco had forced you to consummate the marriage to avoid that loophole.

"There were some circumstances that neither of us could avoid due to our guest," you whispered to him once you knew that you had his attention completely.

"So it was he that forced you, not Draco."

Blaise and his mother were high on your list for potential death eaters. Narcissa had practically confirmed it when she offered to invite him over. The way he had emphasised that particular pronoun only helped to reaffirm your belief.

"In a way yes. It was a test. One that I apparently performed beyond expectations," you tried to keep the bitter tone out of your voice. There might not have been anyone in sight but that didn't mean that there wasn't someone watching.

"I see. What did you prove?"

You looked away from him for a moment. You had a feeling that you weren't supposed to share this bit of information. After all, he hadn't been in the room when Voldemort had laid down what he wanted you to do.

"I can't tell you. I'm sure you'll figure it out when we get back to Hogwarts."

"It will be good to go back. Maybe then we could spend more time together."

You had expected the conversation to take that turn. It was a wonder that the topic came out as late into the evening as it did. At this point it was hard to tell if Blaise was still under your thrall or if that was just the mind of an average teenager at work. Regardlessly, you could stop the shiver of anticipation and that made you feel a little too base for your liking.

When you started to pull away, Blaise wrapped his hands around yours to keep you in place. "Why do you always pull back? You don't seem to mind the idea when we're alone."

"Things are...complicated. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," he said confidently.

"I will. Just not in the way you might expect."

"Why? Because you're married? Or because your father is an incubus?"

You froze when that came out of his mouth. Your eyes searched his face as you tried to get some more context. He didn't seem angry. In fact, with the way his almond shaped eyes looked at you, you almost thought he looked pleased. A knot formed in your stomach as your hands suddenly felt too heavy. You took in a deep breathe just to try and remind yourself to keep calm, that you had known he might figure it out. There were a lot of times before winter break that would have clued him in. You had been careful but not that careful.

"My mother is like you," he whispered softly. One of his hands left yours and slipped around the side of your neck, cradling your head.

Your breath caught as you looked at him. You had never met another cambion. "Are you…?"

Blaise shook his head even as he started to lean in. "I don't have the same set of talents as you and my mother. But I do understand your situation more than Draco ever will. Draco and I might be the same age but I can understand what he can not. You don't need a jealous little boy trying to pretend he's a man. You need someone who will understand that sometimes you need venture away from the marriage bed to show that you love them."

His little speech seemed so surreal. You had expected him to try to convince you to leave Draco out of sheer lust. That was how that conversation should have gone. You did not expect him to admit what he just had. You never expected a marriage proposal and permission to "cheat" all within a minute.

"What are you doing?"

The absolute anger in Draco's voice made you realize how close you had gotten to Blaise. His hand still cradled held of your head and you had unconsciously moved in to form a very intimate looking scene out n the gardens. The cherry on the top was the fact that you were wrapped up in Blaise's dress cloak as well. It was the second time in the last two days that Draco found you in another man's robe. To say he was pissed off would be an understatement.

His wand was out before you could even stand up. This time it was pointed at you. With a quickly spoken charm he ripped the robe off of you and watched it burn in mid air. He didn't even pay any mind to the restriction of under age magic in his fit of anger. He had just reacted. Thankfully he was still well within the confines of a magic users only area so the trace on him shouldn't have responded.

The moment the robe was ripped off, the cold air rushed at you. It was painful in a way that you couldn't quite describe. It felt like a million needles were poking a prodding at you, leaving you unable to move.

Blaise tried to pull you back into the warmth of his body but Draco had somehow beaten him to it. In you shocked state you could resist as Draco pulled you off balance. You fell into him as you shivered. It had been cold with the robe on but to suddenly lose it like that had been painful. Draco wrapped his arms around you as he made sure to wrap his outer cloak around you as well it was a tight squeeze but considering that the outer cloak was a lot less tailored than the inner robe, it was manageable.

He kept one arm around you to keep the robe closed as he used the other to move your head. Unlike Blaise, Draco hadn't avoided messing up your hair. Nor did he waste any time in seeking out your mouth. There was a savagery that excited you, a forceful passion that made you feel desired. But there was an anger and jealousy in there that alarmed you. You felt trapped as he backed you up right in front of Blaise against the snow covered bushed.

"Draco," Blaise called out.

Draco pulled away to glare at his former friend. "Stay out of this Zabini. No matter how many times you try to seduce her away from me, she will still be my wife, not yours. Which means if I want to snog her in the gardens that's none of your business. Hell, if I wanted to fuck her in public to feed her whorish appetite that still wouldn't be any of your fucking business."

You never saw the smile that made its way to Blaise's face. You never heard the intake of breath as Draco realized his mistake. All you heard were his words as they echoed in your head. Whorish appetite.

You pushed him away from you violently, not caring if you left a bruise or not. The cold air stung but the anger that welled up inside of you gave life back to your limbs. You ran away from the both of them as you quickly strode away. Within seconds you disapparated from the party.

Which means that you didn't hear Draco call out your name. Nor did you see the arrogant smile on Blaise's lips as he passed by the blond.

"Checkmate," Blaise whispered as he passed. "You've lost."
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