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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-nine

You had been resting in the hotel's solarium for the last hour as you enjoyed just staring out at the water. Despite the fact that you had eaten breakfast not that long ago when you'd seen the chilled bowls of fruit that the hotel had started to offer to guests, you hadn't been able to resist. Between the bowl of fruit, the warmth of the sunroom, and the sights and sounds of the nearby ocean, you'd fallen into a kind of trance. Which was perhaps why you hadn't noticed the fact that Draco had swanned into the room like he owned the place. Nor the fact that he'd moved over to you. At least not until he practically sat down on your legs and stared at you like he was expecting some sort of explanation.

“...Draco?" you asked even though you knew for sure it was him. "What are you doing here?"

“Coming to find you," Draco said in a tone that clearly let you know he thought that was obvious.

“Why?" You asked, gently setting your fruit cup aside on the table beside you so that you could have it later. It was magically delicious after all.

“I saw the pictures you sent. And I decided that I would come to help you cover up."

“...to help me cover up," you repeated slowly as you stared at him with a dull expression. "You realize that we're in Egypt right?"

“Of course I know that we're in Egypt," was Draco's fervent rebuttal. "But that's not a good enough reason to walk around in your underwear."

“I was in my swimsuit in those pictures Draco, not my underwear."

“Swimsuit? Please. Mother said that your mother would have never let you outside in that...swimsuit; that it was indecent. So I decided to come here to ensure that you stay decently dressed."

To that you were quiet. Your mouth closed into a line as your brain processed his words. Your mother would have disapproved of your swimsuit? Why? Was it really that bad? You shifted slightly in your seat as you thought about it. It had been probably the least amount of clothing you'd worn outside for as long as you could remember but you hadn't thought it had been that revealing. There were plenty of girls both your age and older than you that wore less.

“I couldn’t exactly wear a formal robe out to the beach," you said quietly. "There were muggles all over the beach. I don't think they'd like it if I put on something you'd think is decent there."

“Then we'll find a new beach, a better one," the blond said confidently.

“A better beach?” You asked in a slow, disbelieving tone.

He had a look that was filled with such an attitude that you let it go. It wasn’t worth arguing about that. You would rather mull over the fact that your mother might have disapproved of you wearing your swimsuit in public. Ms. Zabini hadn’t raised any objections. Neither had Blaise or any other person at the beach, magical or muggle.

“You came all the way from England just for that?” You asked him quietly. “To tell me that my momma and auntie disapprove?”

He stared at you as you lounged in your bed-like chair, less comfortable than you were prior to his entrance. You avoided looking directly at his face as you tried to keep his internal voice out of your head. You didn’t want to hear anymore about what a big disappointment you were to the family; yours and his. Your lack of direct eye contact, your attention as it was, unnerved him. He looked accusingly up to where he imagined Zabini and his mother to be. If they had never taken you away, then Draco reasoned that you would have never been in this position anyways. You would have met his eyes and kept it proudly. Instead, as far as he was concerned, you were upset about what your own mother’s reaction would be.

“Message received. Goodbye Draco,” you said quietly.

“I’m not leaving,” and upon seeing your confused expression, even with you not meeting his eyes, he continued, “Mother, Father and I have decided to spend time in Egypt.”

Your stomach knotted and dropped. He was already reminding you of what a failure you were based off of some pictures. No doubt how you had been spending your time was also going to disappoint him. For example, despite Blaise’s best efforts, you still hadn’t grasped the ability to swim. Then there was also the fact that you’d been doing things the muggle way (building things in the sand by hand) to conserve energy as well as to blend in. Plus all of the beaches in the area were filled with all kinds of muggles and you had enjoyed being there. In other words, everything you’d been having fun doing was likely to get a negative response from the boy sitting by your legs.

“How long are you staying?” You asked even though you had a feeling you knew the answer to that.

“As long as you,” Draco responded.

So the worst case scenario was practically confirmed. You roll onto your side, facing away from the 11 year old, which let Draco see the fact that your current draped wrap dress was pretty much backless. His eyes were quite the judgemental things. You were just glad that you didn’t have to see them.

“What’s that?” Draco finally demanded in a low tone so that his voice didn’t carry in the bright room.

“Hmm?”

He scooted forward enough to touch the spot on your exposed back. It was almost between your shoulder blades but not quite. When he traced around the mark, as he hadn’t wanted to poke it directly so he didn’t hurt you, you felt goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin. That particular area was more sensitive than normal and with the way that Draco had traced your skin with his finger the sensation had been positive.

“It looks like a bruise. What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” was what you said in hopes of placating his worried mind. He sounded accusing and a bit angry but you knew that was just his tone of voice when he was worried.

“How is a bruise not a bad thing?”

“I didn’t get it because I was hurt or anything. It didn’t even hurt when I got it,” you offered up. “Actually felt pretty nice.”

“What?”

You let out a deep breath and turned back over on the lounge so that you could see his face again. He had a cute little frown that marked him as confused and concerned at the same time. You sat up slightly, using the backrest to prop you up so that you could continue to relax.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Not good enough,” he argued. “Tell me now.”

“It’s really not something you have to worry about Draco, honest.”

“Of course I do. If you’re getting bruised then I should know.”

You let out a deep breath and gauged if it seemed like he’d let up anytime soon. There was a stubborn, headstrong look on his face. And based on some of his thoughts it seemed like he was planning to bring your bruises to national attention to uncover the culprit if you didn’t tell him. Those kind of thoughts only amplified when you ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to put it all behind you.

“There’s another bruise on your neck,” Draco said accusingly. “You didn’t have it in the picture.”’

“I got it last night,” you said honestly. “From Blaise.”

Draco’s expression hardened. For an eleven year old that was quite the feet. You felt what was coming next as anger surged through him. To prevent a scene of him storming through the hotel with the wrong idea, you sat up and captured his hands. As he’s been about to stand up, you were able to pull him off balance so that he landed on you.

Even though he was smaller and thereby lighter than you, him landing on you hadn’t been comfortable. You held him so that despite his blustering he couldn’t storm off. To many onlookers, given yours and Draco’s similar coloring and apparent age difference, it looked like you were the older sister holding the little brother to torment him.

“He didn’t hurt me,” you told him as quietly but as forceful as you could in an attempt to get through all his blustering. “It felt nice at the time.”

“How could him bruising you feel good?” Draco demanded back as he won enough space so that his head wasn’t buried in your chest.

Which, to him, had gotten a lot softer than it had been last year; larger for sure. You were growing into a shape more like his mother’s and he wasn’t sure if he liked that. It meant that you were growing up faster than him. Even though you’d always been taller and older than him, until recently you’d still looked like a kid as he did. With your body changing in the way that girl’s bodies did that wasn’t true anymore. It was just another sign that you were leaving him behind again and he didn’t like it.

“I’ll try and explain later.”

With the severity that Professor Snape had told you not to discuss the arrangement with others with, you got the distinct impression that what happened in private was supposed to stay private. Especially seeing as it only happened when no other person was around. Besides after being around kids your own age and older for two years, heading into your third, you were starting to understand that all that physical touching was actually very intimate; something that you shouldn’t just go around doing. The students you’d seen kissing in Hogwarts, after all, tended to be in a relationship of some sorts at least. The older students didn’t talk about kissing or their own kissing bruises just anywhere.

“Blaise is bruising you and you want to talk about that later? No. You’ll tell me now.”

“I told you it doesn’t hurt, not like real bruises,” you tried to explain.

“That doesn't make sense.”

Now that he didn’t seem like he was going to run away to vilify Zabini, you started to release him. Draco noticed the lack of restriction but didn’t move too far. He continued to hold up the weight of his upper body and flared at you. It was just that there wasn’t a force trying to hold him down so it was easier.

“I can show you later,” you offered.

“No, you’ll show me now.”

“Later.”

“No,” Draco returned.

“Yes later.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Now.”

“Later. I don’t want to go back up to the room. Blaise is still tired and sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up.”

Draco caught on quickly. “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Yeah. We’re sharing a room while we’re on vacation. Ms. Zabini is in the room right next to us in case we need anything though.”

“Why did she only get two room?” Draco asked as a familiar, yet denied, feeling curled inside of him.

“I asked her to. Seemed a waste to have three rooms since Blaise and I could share; that way we could play games until it was time to sleep.”

What you told him hadn’t helped. You thought that he’d been worried about Ms. Zabini being able to provide you with a room. You didn’t want him to think that she was doing anything less than amazing or that there were any financial worries. Which was why you emphasized that it had been your idea to share and why that was. Unfortunately it only made the unwanted feelings in Draco rise. You tried to sort through them with him on instinct but you realized that his feelings were probably a little personal when he practically launched himself backwards.

That unwelcomed feeling inside of him was jealousy; pure but not so simple. You’d never really shared a room with him before. At least not like the current situation. When you had lived with his family you and he always had separate rooms. Shortly before you’d been sent away, after you’d started school, you and he had slept in the same bed in exhaustion but the intent had never been to actually share. It had always just been a consequence of wanting to play all day long. There had been only one day, night really, where the intent to share had been at the forefront. That had been the night that Draco had sent Dobby to get you and in the morning his mother had ruined it. You had been so hurt and afraid that it had taken Ms. Zabini a while to coax you out of the corner. That sort of trauma wasn’t what Draco had wanted to happen when he’d tried to share his bedroom with you. It had stained the next time he tried to share (on his birthday nonetheless) so thoroughly that you’d ended up almost dying. Which was why the idea that you were willingly, happily even, sharing with Blaise without looking like you were afraid, as you had been in Draco’s room, really got under his skin.

“You’re not supposed to share with him,” Draco said angrily as he tried to deal with his emotions.

“Why not?” You asked defensively as you started to really sit up.

“You’re supposed to share a room with me.”

To that you rolled your eyes. “How was I supposed to share with you when you weren’t here?”

“If you had come back home instead of staying with the Zabini’s, then I would have been.” He argued back.

“It’s not my home anymore Draco.”

“Yeah well who’s fault is that?” He asked grumpily.

Even though he hadn’t meant it as a personal dig, you didn’t know that. Which was why it felt like a punch to the gut. His knee- jerk reaction to displace his emotions as blame has ended up feeling like a serious personal dig.

“Mine,” you answered quietly.

You had been quiet the whole time, more or less. But the tone you had used had been different than before. You’d been calm then maybe a little angry. The latest one had sounded broken. It had been so completely sad that even though it had been one word, even Draco had caught the difference.

To you, it had been your fault that you’d been removed from the Malfoy Manor. You had been born as something that your aunt didn’t like. Instead of hiding that as it was apparently was intended, you had gotten into a predicament at your prep school. That in turn had revealed what you were to your aunt. And when Draco had Dobby bring you back, you had apparently done something so bad with Draco that your Aunt had thrown a fit. On and on again you could relate everything that had happened to remove you from your family back to some failing you had. Being reminded of that was not pleasant.

“Have a nice Vacation, Draco,” you said as you tried to keep your composure while you got up from the lounge.

Draco was still trying to figure out how the conversation had gone from normal angry banter to you giving up the fight by the time you’d disappeared from sight.
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