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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 Thirty

The sound of a loud knock moved your attention away from the book you had been reading. It was sharp and incessant. With a flick of your wrist and a minor touch of concentration, you had the door to yours (and Blaise’s) hotel room unlocked. Shortly after the lock turned the door opened up. The fact that no one was there to open the door didn’t phase Draco in the least.

“Took you long enough,” Draco said in a tone that ruffled your feathers.

“Did you need something Draco?” You asked the eleven year old.

“Where were you all day? I went to find you after you stormed out this morning but you were gone. Where did you go?”

“I went to the market and then I went on a carpet ride,” was your honest reply.

“You went flying? Alone?”

His tone was full of bluster but as you met his gray eyes, you saw that there was a hint of hurt. Draco enjoyed flying activities; Quidditch was his favorite activity actually. It was one of the things that he dragged you to do any chance he got back when you lived with the Malfoys. The fact that you had gone flying by yourself apparently had wounded him. At least judging by the sadness that etched itself behind his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Where was Zabini?” Draco asked as he took the seat across from you.

“Blaise or his mom?” You asked for clarification.

“Either one.”

“Blaise wanted to go back to the beach, I didn’t. So his mom accompanied him after taking me to the market.”

The wizarding shops of the area were just as diverse and crammed with things to look at as Diagon Alley. Perhaps even more so considering that everything you saw seemed so much more exotic there. The sounds, sights, and smells were so different from anything in Diagon Alley. You had enjoyed the market immensely.

“You shouldn’t have gone by yourself. It’s not safe.”

You say the book down before proceeding to stare at Draco. “Why?”

“Because you’re a girl,” was his simple comeback.

“Why should that matter?”

“It just does,” the young wizard responded.

“Auntie goes off to do things by herself all the time.”

“That’s different. She’s an adult,” Draco rebutted. “Of course she goes off to do things by herself.”

“Well in four more years I’ll be an adult,” you replied as you stood up.

“Yes but mother is a real adult,” the blond haired boy stressed.

“Why is it dangerous for me to go out if I’m not a real adult?” Humoring him seemed better than arguing at that moment.

“Girls are snatched up all the time on the street,” His voice seemed so serious. “The prettier they are, the faster they’re taken. That’s why you shouldn’t go out by yourself.”

You weren’t sure if that was true. From everything you’d read about the county and it’s magic seeped history, it seemed no more dangerous than walking downtown in London. There were regions near by where his dire warning may have been true but Egypt on a whole had been deemed safe. It was just that he looked so convinced and stern in his warning, as though imitating his father, that it almost seemed cruel to reject his convictions so abrupt. But was it any crueler than what he had done to you that very morning?

Instead you decided on another tactic. “Does that mean you think I’m pretty?”

The visual pause on his expression as he came to terms with the change in the conversation was amusing. It was nice to see the young wizard flustered. Or, at least, his version of flustered. Draco’s embarrassment included a darkening of his cheeks of the red variety with a glare set on top. Seeing his reaction only made you want to tease the eleven year old more.

“Maybe that’s the real reason you wanted me to cover up,” you teased, not knowing that you were touching on part of the truth he’d omitted. “I’m just too pretty.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “That’s not why. I told you —your mother and—-“

“Yes, Draco, I know. They’d be disappointed in my choice of clothes because it wasn’t decent.”

And just like that, he’d brought you back down. The idea of disappointing your mother was a sobering one. With everything that she had been through the last thing you wanted to do was give her another bad thought to ruminate on. The dementors did enough of that.

“Well now I’m bored,” you told him, trying to pull your mind from the topic. “Thanks.”

“Bored?” Draco scuffed. “You have no idea what being bored is really like. I’ve been bored a lot more than you ever since you left home.”

“You have more friends than just me that could have helped entertain you. Like the boys you invited to your parties.”

“Crabbe and Goyle?”

You nodded and shifted in your seat. Draco stared at you as though you’d swallowed a bowtruckle.

“What?” You asked him as he continued that eye game of his.

“They’re not very interesting.”

“Then why did you invite them to your birthday party?”

“They’re from good wizarding families and they listen when I tell them to do something,” Draco said as he stretched out over the chair he was in as he finally relaxed into it.

You made a slight sound of “ah” as you too relaxed back into the lounge seat where you had been reading. The book rested on the table between you and Draco, the title of the book practically glittering in the candlelight and setting sun.

“Why do you want everyone to do what you tell them?” The answer was obvious even if he didn’t directly talk about that. “Where’s the fun in that? If they don’t challenge you, you’ll never get better at anything together. I guess that’s why they aren’t interesting.”

“That’s why you need to come home.”

“To entertain you?”

Draco nodded but was either wise silent. You made a sound of contemplation as you turned over onto your back. As you turned over, you decided that you wanted a chair like this for yourself. And the room you pictured it in was a muddled mixture of the room you had at the Zabini’s house as well as the Malfoy’s. While you contemplated the decision, Draco pushed his way off of the chair he’d recently just relaxed in. The couple of steps he took were confident as he moved to hover over you.

“Move over,” he ordered in a much more confident tone than his eyes portrayed.

Languidly you did turn over onto the side to face him and scooted back. In his mind he was picturing laying down on the chair with you so you didn’t need to ask why he wanted you to scoot over. Though you could have asked why he wanted to lay down, you just accepted the notion. Draco laid with his back stiffly against your chest as though you were going to bite him or something. Considering that laying down with you on the lounge chair had been his idea you found how tense he was rather odd. Still, you kept silent; that was better than arguing at the moment. You were so tired of arguing with Draco over silly little things. Unfortunately you weren’t very good at keeping your thoughts to yourself for long when dealing with him.

“Why do you want me to move back so much?”

“I told you, it’s boring without you there.”

“For years? It’s been boring for years?” You asked as you shifted one arm to lay under your head.

“I just said that didn’t I?” He snipped.

You let out a quiet huff, flicking him in the head with your available hand. Draco instantly went to rub the spot you flicked. He turned over and glared up at you. His eyes almost crossed as he tried to maintain the glare from such a close distance.

“What did you do that for?” He demanded.

“You were rude,” you admonished him. “I just asked a question; you didn’t need to be so snarky.”

“You asked a dumb question.”

You rolled your eyes from a half-lidded expression. At the end of the roll you just kept your eyes closed. A deep breath leaked out from your nose and you found yourself relaxing around Draco’s body heat more and more as the seconds went on. For someone smaller than you he sure put off a lot of pleasant body heat. Plus there was a lull of energy that was like a small trickle, a drip really, down your throat.

“You really like these kinds of chairs, don’t you? First you were in one this morning and you were reading in this one before I came in.”

“They’re comfortable. Plus people don’t think it’s weird if I relax into a chair in the middle of the day. And this chair...it’s more like a bed.”

“You get tired a lot at Hogwarts?” Draco asked.

“Hmm, sometimes. It’s not as bad like it was at the prep school. I’m learning to manage better; how to control the flow of my magic. But yeah, sometimes it’s just nice to relax.”

“I’ll have mother find some for the house for you then. But I think my bed is comfier to sleep on so we should use that.”

You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him. “...use it for what?”

And Draco was back to staring at you like you’d done something weird again. “Do you take me for an idiot? Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I know you’re taking my energy right now because I’m being affectionate.”

Guilt and a sort of faint horror raced up your spine. If he knew what you were doing, even if you didn’t mean to, that must have meant he felt it. You were taking his energy, making him tired. You had no way of knowing that he couldn’t actually feel what you felt, nor that he didn’t notice a difference. You thought that in that moment you were hurting him. Unlike Blaise...it wasn’t something he wanted, it was just something that happened because of the familial ties.

Which explained why you so quickly sat up and moved over him. Draco sat up at a much slower pace by comparison. And as he stared at you in confusion you were already making yourself comfortable in the seat he had abandoned earlier. You opened the book that had previously sat down just long enough to find your spot.

“You don’t need to force yourself to be around me, I’ll be fine.”

Draco sat up and turned to look at you once more. He was honestly very confused. One minute you and he were relaxing and everything was going great. The next it seemed like you were trying to run away without actually running.

“Didn’t your father tell you that you had to leave because we weren’t giving you enough attention?”

“Yes but I’m not a child anymore, Draco. I’ve been learning a lot over the last couple of years. I can take energy from other people now...I don’t need you or Auntie anymore to stay healthy.”

Draco frowned as he tried to understand what that all meant. You needed energy - energy that came from affections like hugging and kissing. For a long time the only way you’d been able to get that was from him and his mother. But after everything that had happened because if the sleeping potion you’d been able, and needed, to take more than what he and his mother gave you by just being around you. Which meant that they needed to be more affectionate for you to stay healthy. More hugs and kisses; sadly he hadn’t really understood that at the time or he’d have been able to keep you around for longer. Now you claimed that you didn’t need him at all though.

...which meant…

Draco looked over to the single bed in the room as his mind started to put the pieces together. You were sharing a room with Blaise - and more than that, you were sharing a bed with him. Draco really didn’t know how to process all of that so he got up, glared at you for the confusion you put him in, and stormed out of the room in a rather dramatic flourish for an eleven year old.
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