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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 Twenty-five
"Welcome back, Hermione," Harry greeted in a mildly cheeky tone. "Did you get a chance to send your letter?"
Hermione looked taken back. You figured out that she must have gotten distracted when she saw you laughing at the table. She had looked to have been on her way out with the way her bag had been shouldered after all. The muggle born witch looked conflicted. She glanced towards the open door behind her before returning her attention to the group. More pointedly she looked between you and Ron. Whom you knew was practically scowling at your arrival. Despite your many qualities, Ron didn't quite like you.
"There's plenty of time, you can always do it after breakfast," you assured her. "In fact why don't we all go to the owlery?"
Owls hated you like pretty much every other animal. It's why you didn't have things delivered to you, such as the newspaper. It's why you avoided that place for the duration of your time at Hogwarts. But for the sake of your mother, and yourself really, you knew that you needed to at least appear to be following orders. You hated yourself for using your friendship with Hermione as your way in but it's what you had to use. Besides seeing as you'd already been to one of their super secret defense trainings prior to the break, offering to do something with the group wasn't too conspicuous. You sitting at the gryffindor table drew the most attention if anything.
The group got up and moved out of the great hall. You wouldn't have been able to see or feel it but Draco's eyes followed you with no small amount of hate. It didn't take long before everyone stopped moving. And it was obvious as to why. The grounds keeper turned professor was heading to the main doors. He looked awful. The large man had bruises everywhere in various stages and what seemed like a fresh laceration across his nose.
"Hey Hagrid!" Ron was the first one to greet him.
"All righ', you lot?" Hagrid asked as he continued to move out of the door when he had the chance.
You watched as Harry spared a knowing look to Hermione and Ron. It was something from the unspoken language of friendship. Not a subject you had very much practice in. Hermione has been the closest you'd had to a friend in a long time. The group, including yourself, trailed after him. You hugged your robes closer to you on the brisk January air. The cold was not at all pleasant for you.
"Are you okay, Hagrid?" asked Harry,
"Fine, fine."
You could tell that was a lie just as easily as Harry, Hermione, and Ron had. Hagrid was apparently a horrible liar.
"Jus' busy, yeh know, usual stuff -- lessons ter prepare -- couple o' salamanders got scale rot — an' I'm on probation," he mumbled.
"You're on probation?" said Ron very loudly, so that many students passing looked around curiously. Then he tried again in a far more subdued tone. "Sorry - I mean - you're on probation?"
"Yeah," Said Hagrid. "S'no more'n I expected, ter tell yeh the truth. Yeh migh' not've picked up on it, bu' that inspection didn' go too well, yeh know...anyway," he sighed deeply. "Bes' go an rub a bit more chili powder on them salamanders or teir tails'll be hanging' off 'em next. See yeh, Harry...Ron...Hermione...uhh..."
"Dorian," you finally introduced yourself.
"Right. Bes' be off."
Once Hagrid was lumbering back off to his hut a bit away, you stirred the group back inside of the castle. It was better than being outside at least. Although even as you did so you realized that such actions seemed to contradict the purpose for leaving breakfast to begin with. Hermione still had yet to write and mail off her letter.
"Don't you guys have a lesson starting soon?" You asked them as a reminder to the fact that they were actually still in school.
"Don't remind me," Ron grimaced.
"Sorry," you apologized lightly
"What about you?" Harry asked as though the idea had never struck him before now. "Shouldn't you be worrying about getting to class?"
"Mine isn't for another hour and a half," you told him honestly. "I only have a couple for my NEWTs unlike you guys. Which you might be late for if you don't start walking soon."
"You're right. We should hurry to class. We will see you later," Hermione promised after giving the boys a meaningful look.
You wished you understood the language of friendship; it seemed very useful. Maybe by distracting Harry Potter as was demanded you might pick up on it. Because you completely missed out on the fact that Hermione has signaled that they were not, in fact, going straight to class but had something else that was important. Almost awkwardly you started to move along so that you could find somewhere warm and comfortable to study for an hour. Meanwhile Hermione and the boys made it seem like they were heading to class before a detour for the owlery was made.
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You sat down your quill as you looked at what you'd just written. There was a feeling of elation and nerves as you stared at the ink, felt the parchment in your hand. You rarely wrote personal letters; not being able to be around an owl for long, or many of them at a time really, put a damper on your ability to communicate with others. There were ways to use charms to send your letter but they wouldn't be executed properly with all of the protective enchantments. It was a sobering fact that to send this letter off you were going to need to survive the owlery. Even with that you still felt your heart hammer in your chest from the letter you had just written.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Runes?"
You looked up in surprise as Draco walked through the entrance to the common room. There was an accusing look to his eyes as he looked around the relative darkness. Most of the current slightly was provided by the fire raging nearby. When he saw that you were relatively alone despite playing bookie from a class, the judgemental look faded.
"Why? Did you want to deduct points? Or did you want to put me in Detention?"
He was quiet as he walked closer. Almost like he was angry. You shifted in your seat as he continued to say nothing. You weren't quite sure what to make of a quiet Draco Malfoy. Normally by now he was already insulting you.
"What's that?" He asked in a clipped tone.
"A letter," you replied shortly.
"What's it about this time?" He practically smeared at you as he looked down his nose.
There was the expression that you were used to seeing. Disdain and distrust. His gaze wasn't on you so much as it was to the letter.
"None of your business," you told him quietly as you held the letter tightly in your hand now.
"Oh it's very much my business," Draco replied as he looked up from the letter to your eyes. "Give it to me."
"Prefects don't have the right to confiscate Private letters. And if you want to pull inquisitor squad nonsense...just give me the detention and go back to ignoring my existence. It worked well for years."
You'd rather have a scar on your hand than let him read your letter.
"If your sending a letter to father about divorce—"
"Why does my interactions with others always have to be about you?" You asked as you cut him off. "Merlin's sake Draco, I was just writing to my mom."
His expression shifted from angry to surprised. Draco leaned back, not that you'd noticed he had hunched forward as he peered at you, as the information set in. He straightened himself up and started walking to the entrance of the common room. Once the blonde got to the door he turned around to look at you.
"Hurry up, I haven't got all day."
You narrowed your eyes on him as you stood up from the chair, sitting the portable writing desk (the legs magically collapsed in on themselves and folded away) on the coffee table. Other than a couple quills, sheets or parchment, and ink there wasn't anything for anyone to steel so you didn't mind leaving it behind. Besides if anyone did take your things it wasn't like you couldn't replace it all easily.
"Were you going to walk me to the owlery?" You asked for clarification once you'd gotten closer. Draco gave a nod even though he rolled his eyes at the same time. "Why?"
"You were going to need to ask someone to send the letter for you unless you wanted to get attacked by the owls," he said in a knowledgeable, smug tone.
You pursed your lips as you held back an angry, defensive retort. Draco was right in that you risked getting pecked by the owls if you went inside and they collectively decided to attack you. And you'd have to use a good deal of defensive magic to stop that from happening. Which in turn would have caused a ruckus, drawing attention to yourself in a very negative fashion. All for one letter. All of which you'd have been willing to risk even though it would have been a foolish choice.
"Come on," Draco said quieter than the first time.
You waved your wand and within moments, your heaviest cloak was around your shoulders before you passed Draco. His eyes narrowed once more as a kernel of jealousy was sparked. The fact that you mindlessly performed an unnecessary charm let him know that you had seen Blaise (or other guys) enough times recently to keep your energy levels up. It was not a pleasant thought for the fifth year. And it was the turmoil on his face which you missed as you passed by him.
You walked in relative quiet with Draco up and out of the dungeons. The lack of chit-chat was probably why the walk was pleasant. It meant you weren't having to argue with him. And he was being nice enough not to take great strides; though with snow still all over the grounds even he was restricted in his walking speed. While it was still cold you preferred to move slowly outside as it gave less of a chance for wind to push up into your clothes and chill you to the bone.
About half way to the owlery, Draco caused you to jump. He had moved right beside you and practically pulled you to his side, wrapping his outer and inner cloak around you. That caused you to jump in surprise and then you stopped moving as you looked up at him slightly.
"I'm not hungry," you said, emphasizing the word you thought was behind his actions.
"Obviously," he sneered as he adjusted his clock to close around you and he regardlessly. "But you're cold and the rattling was getting on my nerves."
You took a deep breath and held it in for a moment as you and he started walking again. You wouldn't let him nettle you right now; you could be the more mature one. Even though all you wanted to do was shove some of the snow into his smug face. Your eyes darted around nervously to see if there was anyone watching or anyone that could see you with Draco such as you were. As far as you could tell there was no one around.
The trek to the owlery was a distance away from the safety and relative warmth of the castle. By the time you'd gotten there you were glad that Draco had decided to share his body heat. Not that you would tell him that; he'd be much too smug over it to stand. He didn't even ask if you wanted to wait outside as he grabbed your letter and left you with his cloaks.
You tried to pass him the couple of knuts it would cost to use a Hogwart's owl but he brushed it off with a roll of his eyes. Draco clenched his teeth to stop them from rattling before he moved inside of the tall building. You waited impatiently as you moved from foot to foot, looking around as though you expected Hermione, Ron, or Harry to jump out at you at any moment. If they saw you with Draco such as you were, you knew you would fail the mission that Voldemort had given you. Unless you wanted to out right assault Harry multiple times to enthrall him. Which you were vehemically against. It was already bad enough that you'd been asked to distract him; if you acted physically you wanted some sort of consent.
When Draco came out devoid of letter you noticed that he looked cold. As quickly as you could you got his robes back around him, pressing whatever of his body heat back into him by keeping your clothes back to the opening of his robes. Draco stilled in surprise as you leaned into him so close that your face might as well have been on his chest. Slowly he moved his outer cloak and his arms so that they were wrapped around you when he decided to just enjoy the contact.
You pulled back seconds after he'd relaxed. "Thank you for helping with the letter."
And, you mentally added, staying quiet the whole walk.
"And I know you wanted to help keep me warm...just like back at the manner...but you can't do this again okay?"
"Afraid your boyfriend will have a problem with it?" Draco asked tersely.
"I wasn't even thinking of Blaise's reaction," you replied honestly.
You probably should have. If Blaise got jealous and decided to blab, he had a lot of information to hurt you with. He knew what you were. He knew what you did to survive. He knew your about your ties to Draco. He knew that you were being made to serve Voldemort. All of those things could ruin your life if they got to the right people.
"It's Harry I have to worry about mostly."
Draco pulled back with a look you could almost call betrayal on his face. His hands nearly fell from around you before he grabbed at your waist. You felt the tension within his fingers as the name you'd spoke out sunk in.
"What the hell are you talking about? What does Potter have to— don't tell me you're going after him next?"
You nodded and let out a deep breath. "Orders. I didn't get a choice."
Draco's expressioned tightened up. There was a variety of emotions that actually hurt to see placed all together over his expression. You closed your eyes and leaned back into his body heat as you tried to ignore that such comfort in the cold came from Draco. A fact that he didn't seem to mind as he didn't instantly push you away.
"When?"
"When what?" You asked as you clenched your teeth; ignoring that the person keeping you warm was Draco was hard when he insisted on talking.
"When were you told to seduce the famous Harry Potter?" Draco's voice was practically a hiss.
And there goes the desire to snuggle into the warmth as your stomach tightened up with nerves and emotions. You pulled back away from him, pulling out of his arms, and closed your outer robes as quickly and as tightly as you could.
"After the demonstration. When he saw how powerful I can apparently be."
Draco swore under his breath. The sound of his curse was obscene. You were surprised that his father didn't just jump out and smack him with his cane for such language in public.
"I can't fail; I want to do it without..." you trailed off as you lowered your gaze. "I don't want to resort to needing to sleep with him."
"Sleep with him?"He looked ready to lash out at the thought. You held steady as you waited for Draco to process what you actually said. "You better the hell not."
"I just said I didn't want to," you told him forcibly. "Are you listening at all or just picking a couple words to hear?"
He seemed to ignore your question, rhetorical as it was, and crossed his arms as he glared at you."So what does me helping you have to do with Potter?"
"Obviously the hatred you guys have for each other is mutual. To distract him the easy way, he and his friends can't think that you and I like each other."
It was such an odd thing to say. And judging by his reaction it was somehow the wrong thing. He scuffed and took a step back.
"Well there's no chance of that is there?"
And just like that he turned around and stormed away. Watching him walk off angrily like that made you feel worse than before.
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