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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-seven

It had been more than a year since you’d started Hogwarts. Everything and nothing had really changed in your life. You still lived with the Zabinis for the most part but visited Draco once or twice a week during the breaks to play. Every once in a while during the summer break he’d come to the Zabini’s house instead. He and Blaise formed a better relationship as time went on. They kept each other active; Draco was the better flyer but with longer limbs, Blaise was the better climber. Both boys had other friends of course and every once in a while you’d see them, but it felt nice that they were getting along. They were both important to you after all.

Just like in your first year, getting to the castle in your second year had been interesting. The skeletal horses with wings didn’t seem to like you very much. You made them nervous. There had been a lot of uneasy shifting and pawing at the ground while you and all the students had loaded up. But after that everything else seemed to work out. At least you hadn’t gotten lost for 24 hours.

As the school year went on, Blaise’s bi-monthly visits continued which ensured you had plenty of energy. You had even gotten used to using a wand even though you continued to practice wandless, nonverbal magic outside of class under the advice of the adults in your life. Something about keeping your magic strong and flexible. You didn’t really think it was worth arguing seeing as it seemed like a good suggestion.

Which was why you were out at the Black Lake. In the spring air it was still cooler than you would have preferred but it was quiet. Far quieter than the main part of the castle and you’d gotten bored of being in the library. Besides you couldn’t practice in the library.

The rocks, large and small alike, moved as you willed them to. They fused into the form of an abraxan horse. Unfortunately the rocks hadn’t fixed together completely before you lost concentration. They fell into one heaping pile, splitting back into pieces shortly after your name had been called out.

“Did I scare you?” Darius asked as he motioned towards the pile of rock that was still in the process of dividing once more.

“No, just distracted,” you answered honestly as you turned to look at him.

“Sorry. That looked like some fancy wand work; especially for a second year,” the older boy finished saying even though he seemed confused.

You realized almost immediately what he was confused about. He couldn’t actually see your wand out. You’d been practicing without it, which was tiring but apparently good for you to keep up with. Which really just meant that Darius couldn’t understand how you were practicing such precise transfiguration. After being at Hogwarts for nearly two years you knew that most witches and wizards relied on their wands for everything once they started school.

“Thanks,” you acknowledged his compliment without going into the fact that a wand hadn’t been involved at all. “I was going to try and make it fly this time but...I got too distracted to finish.”

“Overachiever,” he said while ruffling up your hair like someone might a younger sibling. Then he seemed to realize what he did and moved back awkwardly. “Anyways, my sister wanted me to pass along an invite since you haven’t been at breakfast to get it yourself.”

Ah yes, owls still didn’t like you. More often than not whenever you tried to make it to the great hall for breakfast, one of the owls made a scene. You’d gotten tired of dodging swooping owls and the ruckus they made. It was honestly just embarrassing so you’d given up on being there all together. It did make getting any mail almost impossible. It was just another reason in a list of reasons why you’d stopped writing to people. You waited for breaks in the school year to do that.

“Hm?” You asked the fourth year with a tone of interest.

“We have a cousin that’s getting married over spring break. Malinda wanted to see if you could come with us.”

“I’ll have to ask Ms. Zabini but I don’t see why not.”

Darius looked confused for a split second before asking, “Zabini? I thought you lived with the Malfoys.”

“I did,” you admitted. “For a long time. But remember when your mom brought you and Malinda over to play a long time ago? Before Draco’s birthday party?”

“Yah,” he acknowledged.

“I moved in with Ms. Zabini and Blaise around then.”

“Why?”

“My father,” you answered with a frown, fighting to wipe it off your face. “Aun—Narcissa Malfoy doesn’t like my father. But since he can’t take care of me...I needed a place to live. I suppose he thought that living with Blaise and his mom would be fine. And he was right — they’ve taken really good care of me so far.”

“Where’s your mom?”

Instead of answering his question you looked down at your feet. You knew exactly where your mother was. And you knew that it was practically hell where she was. You could picture her huddled in whatever rags she had just trying to stay warm. At the very least she didn't have to split her food with anyone now; the idea that she wasn’t constantly hungry was at least a small consultation.

“Sorry,” Darius shifted in his position, awkwardly putting his hands into his pockets. “Look, forget I asked okay? Your home life is your business. I shouldn’t have poked my nose into it. I’ll just let Mal know you’re coming…She and mom can give you all the details. See you on the train?”

Slowly you rose your gaze and nodded. The train was due to leave bright and early tomorrow.

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“What are you doing here?”

You turned around when you heard the voice. The hand reaching up to your shoulder had made you jump prior to hearing the voice though. So your face looked, funnily enough, guilty from the surprise mixing with the mild startle.

"I should ask you that, Draco," you spoke up as you tried to regain your composure.

He stared at you for a moment as though he expected you to grow a second head or something. The look didn't last long as he finally responded, "Goyle's aunt got married today; obviously we were invited."

"Oh," you responded quietly before filling Draco in on his original question. "Well she was marrying a cousin of Malinda's and Darius', they invited me."

"You hate going to the great hall for mail time and Malinda doesn't go to Hogwarts yet," Draco pointed out almost accusingly as you and he stood among those lingering and chatting.

You shifted as you stared down at him. You knew he was only trying to get more information but it really did sound like he was trying to catch you in a lie. You tried not to take it personally either way.

"Darius relayed the message," you told him honestly.

"You're friends with him?" Draco scuffed and added quietly, "He's barely a wizard."

"That's mean Draco," you leaned down slightly and responded in the same kind of whisper. "He's more of a wizard than I'm a witch."

For all intents and purposes, to anyone even remotely interested in two kids at a wedding, it looked like you and Draco were gossiping. It might have almost been mistaken for flirting if Draco had actually been older - he was still only 10 years old after all. And to see him standing next to a tall twelve year old (yourself) it only made him seem younger.

"What are you talking about?" Draco rebuked. "You're definitely a witch."

"Auntie doesn't think so."

"Father does," he countered. "Otherwise we wouldn't be married."

"...Does he even know about...well, me?" you asked Draco, searching his face and eyes to see if there were any clues you could gather from what he didn't say.

Draco shrugged, the sound of his formal robe almost comforting. It sounded like snow being crunched - nice and cool. The same sort of feeling you associated with everything at the malfoy manor. Funny how a small sound like that could make you nostalgic.

"He's never said it directly but remember he told me why you get tired quickly and how only I can fix it."

"Well it's not just you," you told him as you processed the information he gave you.

Honestly, you should have remembered that. You just couldn't remember when it was that you had draco had such a conversation. Which usually meant that you probably hadn't been feeling well either during or after, something that was common around the time that you'd left Malfoy Manor.

"What?" Draco asked in a serious tone.

"It's not just you that can make me feel better," you elaborate a little more to make it easier to understand. "I can --"

You didn't get to finish your explanation as Malinda came up. She looked lovely in the flower girl robes she had on. Shimmering gold that was embroidered with large silver flowers and a pale gold dress underneath to match. Despite the fact that she cut into the conversation her smile made you smile. She pulled at your hand, only half heartedly apologizing for cutting into the conversation as she looked at Draco.

"Come on!" she encouraged as she pulled you away from the perturbed ten year old. "My brother wants to dance but he's too shy to ask."

...shy? Darius shy? That seemed strange. You quickly said a 'bye' to Draco as Malinda continued to pull you towards said brother. When you'd finally gotten to the older boy, Malinda reached out to grab his hand. She used that to pull you and he together.

"There, I've found you a better girlfriend — now stop sulking about the fact that your old one couldn't come," Malinda told her brother.

...wait…

"What?" you couldn't hold back the confusion and surprise.

Now that she'd let go of your hand, your friend from prep school pushed her brother which forced you to move backwards so he didn't fall onto you. He was a good deal bigger after all - he was a fourth year while you were only in your second year. As Darius tried to salvage his pride he actually did lead you out to the dance floor where a couple of older teenagers and adults were dancing.

"What was that about?" you asked him as you tried to move with him.

Out of everything you'd been taught, you had never really learned how to dance formally. It suddenly seemed like an important skill to have. You did your best to not step on Darius' feet as he led you through a simple four step just barely fast enough to keep up with the music. How was it that he knew how to dance and you didn't?

"Mom and dad said Malinda could invite you to the wedding," he informed you sullenly. "I didn't find out that meant that my girlfriend couldn't come until after you accepted."

You winced. There were just a lot of prickly feelings bouncing around in his head when he spoke towards you. You got the feeling that he'd put up a bit more of a stink in the privacy of his own home after he'd found out about that.

"I'm sorry," you apologized for your role in the whole thing. "I didn't know."

"Obviously. Even if you are the reason my girlfriend couldn't come you're still just a kid."

You almost tripped when Darius took a step forward just a touch too quickly. You had to grip onto his robes to stop from falling. He held still just long enough for you to regain your balance. Luckily for you, you were tall or the disparity of age would have made it awkward. There was a goldilocks zone for dancing partners after all; though in the simple box like motions that may not have mattered as much as it would have in more complicated steps. You weren't so young, nor was he so old, that it was acceptable to stand on his feet. Which was why being tall for your age really came in handy so he didn't have to stoop awkwardly to hold your hands.

After just a couple of minutes you got the hang of the steps well enough that you were able to keep up with Darius. The melody picked up as the song being played by the seven instrumental musicians changed. You looked up to Darius with wide, trusting eyes, as you felt his reach for your waist. One moment you were on the ground, the next you were on his other side. Side by side with him, you watched as the older woman more well versed in actual dancing twirled around their partner's back. Your attempt to mimic it was sloppy but you got back to facing him. Back to box step and then you were in the air again. This time when you felt his hands going to your ribs and waist, you jumped slightly to help. And you completed the turn behind his back a little better.

After a couple songs, as you worked up a light sheen of sweat, you forgot all about the awkwardness that had brought you to the dance floor all together. As did Darius seemingly. There was almost a curious look in his eyes as he stared down at you. You smiled up at him right before you felt him lift you. By that point you'd figured out from watching others that you were supposed to put one of your hands on his and the other on his shoulder. When the occastra finally paused for a break, you and he both needed refreshments.

Smiling and laughing at the rush that dancing actually gave you, you felt light headed. Darius walked with you to the drinks where you were able to get some lemon-water and something to snack on. As you sipped on your drink a sensation in your chest made you stop to look around. You felt almost like you so often did near an aged up Blaise when his mother brought him to the shrieking shack. It was like a sixth sense in the back of your head that tingled in warning - only it started in your chest and instead of fear it just felt 'right'. Like you knew that something good was about to happen, something warm and filled with energy. For the life of you though you couldn't figure out why you felt like that; Blaise hadn't been invited to this particular wedding.
Before you were done with your glass, Darius helped you set it down. You blinked as you looked up at him wordlessly. His smile was slightly wobbly as though he was confused about something himself. But either way he guided you out to the water gardens that made up the outside of the venue. The sound of trickling water and wildlife mixed with all the aromas of early spring, it was a nice place to be. It wasn't the same sort of pleasant feeling that came from gardens at the Malfoy Manor but it was still very nice.

Darius turned you around and regained your wandering attention.

You felt warmth seep into you in a very familiar way as he leaned down. His lips pressed against yours as he leaned down. You put your hands to his shoulders in surprise. You didn't exactly push him away but there was some tension on your arms as you kept him from moving in closer. Or at least you tried to as you tried to understand what was happening through the pleasant tingles that raced down your spine.

Like in the dances prior to that moment, Darius guided you until you were sitting at one of the water fountains. His lips brushed yours for moments at a time as you and he took in smaller breaths to avoid any unseemly gasping of air.

"...do you know?" you asked in one such break.

"Know what?"

No, no he didn't. You got that much from searching his eyes.

"Nevermind," you tried brushing it off completely.

Darius smiled as he pulled back a little farther though his hands did not leave your body. "Don't tell me — you have a crush on me?"

You shook your head as you kept your eyes closed. This time you really did take deep breaths. There was something just under the skin that felt like it was rising inside of you. Like a wave that instead of making you afraid of drowning, invited you to ride it. Which was ironic seeing as you didn't know how to swim either. The feeling was quite heady.

Darius leaned in, lips brushing along the edges of yours as he took a deep breath just like yours. You could feel his hands flexing on your smaller rib cage.

"What perfume do you use?"

"I don't wear perfume," you answered him. "Why?"

"You smell amazing," he admitted. "Like seriously amazing. I used to think it was a candle or something in the room back then but after tonight...it's you."

Darius licked his lips, tasting what was left of you on them. Whatever it was that he could smell waifting from your skin was amplified by what he tasted from his lips. The idea of 'more' echoed through his head in such a needy way that it practically left you breathless.

More and more kisses he took from you as he pulled you to sit on his lap. Soon enough you realized something. You ducked your head into his chest as he sat on the fountain with you. That way you could actually talk and breathe without him trying to rub your lips with his.

"Time to stop," you said quietly.

"What? Why?"

"You're changing," was the answer that you had for him.

"No, I'm not. It's still me."

"No, no not like that," you tried to put it into words. Normally it was Blaise that told you when it was time to stop. “You’ve changed down here.”

As you didn’t have the right words, to make him understand you shifted your thighs on his lap. You felt a swell of energy like a spark against your dress covered thighs. You absorbed it with such a maddening slow pace that there was no way for you to get it all before it dissipated. At least as far as you knew.

Darius at least looked rightfully embarrassed. He tensed up and kind of retreated in on himself. But you pulled back slightly and smiled at him.

“It’s okay,” you tried to make him feel better. “It’s what happens to boys. Ms. Zabini just said that it means time to stop cause we’re still kids.”

The dark haired young teenager was dazed and embarrassed as he stared at your lips and exposed skin. “Kids...right…”

You stood up and smiled, fixing your dress and robe. Without saying anything else to him you walked away. Blaise always had you leave before him after he’d gotten to the stopping point.
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