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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-six
You smiled and laughed as you looked at the boys’ incredulous faces. Despite the fact that you were adversed to the cold, you had started some fun outside. The start had cost you a little energy but the results had been worth it. The looks on Ron and Harry’s face when your large, loosely packed, snowballs had hit them had been worth it.
Unlike with the owlery incident with Draco a few days ago you were bundled up even more. You had on every piece of warm clothing on that you owned in anticipation for the time outside. Even though you were wrapped up as much as possible you ducked behind everything possible to avoid getting hit by the cold snowballs. Neither boy was directly after you every single time just like you weren’t only targeting one of them. It had started off with the two of them against you but had devolved into everyone for themselves.
As you peaked around the stone wall, you realized too late that someone had climbed on top. Harry finally used the simplest of spells to levitate his snowballs up with him. And the moment he did, they were dumped on your head. You shivered and shook from some of the cold snow somehow finding its way done your neck. Your breath came out in shivering huffs as you sent all of a small snow pile back up at him.
Harry was knocked backwards into the cold, snow covered ground. You hurried around the wall as Ron called out Harry’s name in concern. Despite both you and Ron calling out for him as he laid there, Harry didn’t react until someone got within arm’s length. Once you were, in a dizzying turn of events where you’d latched onto him at some point, you were on your back on the cold ground and Harry was partially above you.
In surprise over how his rouse had turned out, Harry held still with an apology frozen on his lips from the uncertainty. He wasn’t given much time to figure out what he needed to say as you used the situation to your advantage. You pressed your lips to the side of his at first before moving to actually kiss him. Your hands, even as gloved up and layered over with long sleeves, were still dexterous enough to get under his outer robe and cloak to press into the clothed muscles of his shoulder blades.
Harry’s shock was evident; inexperienced. Somehow that only made some part of you want the kiss him more; teach him...mold him...until he was a creature of your own making. You refrained from deepening the kiss and siphoning off more than a sip of his energy even as Harry began to kiss you back. He was different than Blaise or Draco - softer, searching, less passionate. You rubbed your nose against his affectionately as you slowly broke the kiss. It was kind of nice to be in control a bit. Even if you were the one flat on your back you had still been the one really in control and that was certainly a change.
“Are the two of you going to keep snagging out in the snow or are we going to get ready for the meeting?" Ron asked after clearing his throat awkwardly from beside both you and Harry.
It was funny how getting ready for a meeting hadn't even been brought up until it was convenient. You knew he was talking about the DA meetings of course, having seen the date on the coin change to the current date's. Harry had been having a lot of them over the entirety of January. You hadn't been able to make it to all of them of course - that was too much energy for the limitations you placed yourself on. But you had made it to one of them. The students attending really were improving. A good deal of them had gotten better than you at many of the attacking spells. Granted, you hadn't been able to take classes like Defense Against the Dark Arts or even Charms and Transfigurations in the last two years because of the amount of energy needed the older you got. You'd barely been able to make it to your OWLs with those classes and were just very glad you'd passed the great majority of your classes with Es or better.
"That's a tough choice," you teased Ron with a smile from your spot on the ground, trying to repress the shivers that wanted to take hold of your body.
Harry, however, wasn't as inclined to continue to forget where he was. Though as he started to push himself away from you there was a sound which chilled you to the bone for another reason.
"Well, look what we have here," Draco's voice dragged out with enough arrogance to choke a dragon. "That'll be five points from Gryffindor for breaking one of the decrees, Potter. As for the girl underneath you--"
By the point he'd started to talk, Harry had moved enough so that you were able to sit up and glare at the blond haired slytherin prefect. His role in the High Inquisitor Squad hadn't really helped the situation in any way. Other than maybe that one time he helped get you out of a detention when you'd been found in the corridors at night, having such power over the majority of the student body had only made him abuse that power even further. Like whittling down the points from Gryffindor as much as he could.
The look of anger on his face when he realized that you were the girl that had been underneath Harry was sharp. It held his features into such an unappealing snarl as he moved as quick as a snake to snatch you up by the arm and pull you to your feet.
"Detention," he announced. "You'll be serving detention with Professor Umbridge. Right now."
The way his nose has flared and lip curled even as he spoke really was unattractive. You looked at Ron and Harry as they both sort of made a noise. Your eyes flickered to Harry's hand - a reminder of the detention that he had served with the pink dictator - before you shook your head.
"Relax, a detention isn't going to kill me," you told Harry with a smile as Draco started to pull you away.
Despite the fear deep down in your gut, you kept your spine straight and continued to walk. It wasn't the same kind of fear as the one you had when something was really terrifying. More like when you knew something bad was going to happen. And considering that Umbridge's favorite detention was making students write lines with hexed quills, you were pretty sure that you were going to be right on that account. You wondered what line she'd have you write over and over again until the message was written so deep on your hand that it scared over.
The walk to her office was tiresomely long. Especially since he insisted on pulling you the entire way. The one thing you were thankful for was the fact that he had kept silent the whole way. Anger and jealousy brewing beneath the surface with far more intensity than you could imagine; in fact you were actively avoiding trying to understand his emotions at the moment. To do everything that needed to be done with Harry properly you needed to distance yourself from Draco just as you told him. Draco was actually making that easier than you would have thought too considering all he had to do was act like the bastard you knew he was to pretty much everyone.
You stood next to Draco with a stoic face as he explained to Umbridge what he'd caught you doing. She had almost a gleeful look on her face. Sure her lips said that she was unhappy with the turn of events but the way her eyes sparkled let you know exactly what she was thinking - vindictive sadist that she was.
Draco left once you were set up for detention. The heated, almost hateful look, he gave you when he left only reminded you that you were right in your assumptions of him and that helping you send off a letter didn't change anything.
"It's not often that I have a slytherin student in my office," Umbridge said with a sugary sweet tone.
You gritted your teeth but otherwise kept your face neutral. You wouldn't give this hateful woman in front of you the satisfaction of seeing how jumbled your guts were. You weren't afraid of her, per say; you just didn't look forward to having a scar at all. Especially since it would be a reminder of the foulest beast you had yet to meet next to Voldemort himself.
She motioned to a desk near the wall and you took a seat. She walked over to her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment as well as a quill. The pink feather with white wisps in it was a little much considering that she'd painted her office pink as well. The only thing to distract from the absolute pinkness of the room were the plate-pictures of cats which moved and mewed just like real cats.
"You will write 'I must not perform lewd acts in public' until I tell you that you are done."
And so you did. Your ability to keep a straight face without even once looking at your bleeding hand for the majority of the session was probably why you were there so long. It wasn't until the pain got beyond your threshold, and tears started down your face, as the message got down to the bone level that she finally relented. Considering that the wound was spelled to be that way you could only hope that Madam Pomphrey could heal it. Seeing specks of white bone beneath the curves of your writing alarming. You were hoping that you didn't lose motion in the hand itself seeing as you could barely feel your fingers.
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