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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-six

“Why did she go?” Blaise asked his mother, his brows only slightly creased on his otherwise controlled expression.

Ms. Zabini looked at her son coolly. She really didn’t have much of an answer for him. Ever since finding out about your lineage after a very intimate moment with your sire, Ms. Zabini had been eager to form an alliance. If there was one thing she knew how to do well it was seize opportunities by forming the right relationships. It was a skill she had hoped to pass on to her son Blaise.

Even after her many marriages, you would have been her shining jewel. After all you were the daughter of Merlin. If that wasn’t enough, you were the granddaughter of Morgan Le Fay and Arthur Pendragon. So what if you were a cambion? To Ms. Zabini that just meant that it would be easier to solidify a union between you and her son as soon as you and he had been ready - especially as you had been living at their house. Blaise would have enjoyed the union and Ms. Zabini would have been there to guide you through the reigns of power that you were born to wield. Bonding you to her family had seemed to have been going successfully too. You had spent years with them; she and her son had been there for you when Narcissa Malfoy had failed you. And as your sire had requested, she took every chance to remind the Malfoys, Narcissa in particular, about whom they had given up in their ignorance.

Everything had been going so well for the last couple of years too...even with the Malfoys' pathetic attempts at sinking their claws back into you. One of those early attempts had nearly cost you your life. She had thought you would have realized that you were better without them after that. Yet something they had done must have worked. You had politely informed her that you planned to stay with the Malfoys once more, something about a bet that you wanted to win.

“Mother?” Blaise prompted.

Said mother shifted in her seat. Her lips had been thinned in thought. She relaxed the muscles in her face as she gently shook her head.

“I don’t know,” the beautiful witch answered truthfully. “I thought she had better sense than that. I suppose this just means that to win her back for this family, you’ll have to make yourself as available to her as possible.”

Blaise’s confusion didn’t let up. Though he didn’t show it beyond the crinkle on his brow. Ms. Zabini stared at her son with conflicted hazel eyes. On one hand she had been serious about what she said to him - to ensure that they could continue to influence you they (he) would need to use your innate weakness to their advantage. For all your magical gifts and morals, you needed physical contact with the opposite sex like a fish needed water. And the hunger for contact would only grow as you got older. That was how Ms. Zabini planned to tie you to her and her son. She may not have asked Zabini if that’s what he wanted for his future but she doubted he’d be unhappy with his role in all of this.

On the others and...Blaise was her 11 year old son. He was practically still a baby. And you were barely any older at 13. There was a portion of her that realized neither you nor Blaise were ready for the ramifications if or when things progressed. It was just that the larger portion of her understood and craved all of the opportunities that your lineage came with. You were destined to reform their world and she wanted to be the little bird whispering into your ear when you were ready. She couldn’t let that chance pass her up because of a personal hitch over yours and her son’s age.

“Make myself available?” Blaise asked which only highlighted how young he really was at that moment.

“Stay close to her, keep her friendship,” Ms. Zabini instructed. “You need to show her that she’s the only person you need. And you need to try and be the only boy in her life. Because when the time's right you’ll be able to feed her hunger with hugs and kisses. You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

Blaise nodded. “Yes. But mother, she stopped wanting my help because it made me tired. How am I supposed to do well at Hogwarts if she’s right?”

“Push through it. Never let her see you fail. You’ll take wide awake potions if it comes to that.”

“Why?...I mean...why is it all that important? She hasn’t needed my help so far this year. What makes you think she’ll let me kiss her again?”

“Because Blaise,” Ms. Zabini said as she leaned forward a little, a look of determination on her face, “the older she gets, the more she’ll need someone to help keep her hunger for touch balanced. You do this for her and she could one day make you King.”

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You stared at Draco as he made himself comfortable on your new- old bed. He was so comfortable, in fact, that he had gotten under the covers already. Meanwhile you were left holding the book you’d chosen to fall asleep reading while standing at your door.

“Well?” Draco asked. “Are you coming in or not?”

“...I want to sleep Draco,” you spoke out in a weary voice, “and you’re in my bed.”

“Obviously. What else are you supposed to use a bed for?”

You blinked as you looked near his face. From his question you were going to assume he really didn’t know anything about the other activities a bed could be used for. Instead of meeting his eyes to see if he had any hidden truths or emotions from the moment, you lowered your gaze to avoid his.

“You’ve been here a week. You’ve barely left your room—“

“Not true,” you said as you held up a book which Lucius had loaned you from his collection.

“Going to get a book doesn’t count. You’ve seen more of Father in a week than you used to in a month. You’ve barely spoken a word to Mother and I since you got home.”

“This isn’t my home anymore Draco,” you reminded him as you kept your place near the door.

Draco scuffed. He crossed his arms over the covers for a moment before deciding to do away with them all together. The eleven and a half year old sat up and tossed his legs over the bed. All the while he continued to stare at you.

“Yes it is. You’re just being stubborn.”

“My father brought me here so that I would be safe and loved, when Auntie found out what I was...I wasn’t safe or loved. So he had me moved for my own good.”

“She’s not your family,” Draco griped.

“She’s been kind to me,” you informed Draco. “She and Blaise helped me in so many ways. They’re as good as family to me, Draco.”

“But they’re not,” the blond haired boy rebuked. “Mother and I are your family. Father is your family. Not the Zabini’s. Besides the only reason they’re nice to you is because they want something from you.”

That stung. You didn’t know if it wasn’t true of course but by that same thought you didn’t know if it was. Draco stood up from the bed and swanned over to you. The look in his eyes had a sort of victorious look in them. Not that you could see them as you had been avoiding eye contact. He stopped when he got about two feet away and held out his hand.

“Now come on, let’s go to bed so you can have all the energy you need to return to Hogwarts tomorrow.”

You looked at his hand before slowly grabbing it and letting Draco lead you back to bed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his grand gesture paled in comparison to the gathering you’d learned to do over the years. Sipping off of Draco’s energy was better than nothing but it really was just a trickle of water compared to the gulps you’d learned to swallow.

It felt nice having a warm body next to you in the bed though. Especially as you cuddled around his smaller frame throughout the night. And seeing as there was nowhere close enough to let your mind roam, Draco really was your only way to fight the gnawing hunger that had started to build up in the last week.

By the time that the morning had come, you’d been so comfortable and warm that you’d forgotten where you were. The knocking woke you up just enough so that you could call out “enter”. Unfortunately it was shortly after when you wished you hadn’t. Your aunt Narcissa stepped into the room.

At first she looked relaxed in her soft winter house robe. Anxiety raced through your mind and you flinched. You could practically hear her exclamations and the frantic shuffle she would do when trying to remove Draco. Neither of those happened as she stood and stared. Narcissa’s expression hardened though even as you hurriedly pushed away from Draco in the bed. The younger blond, of course, woke up thoroughly confused in all the shuffling.

“I didn’t—Auntie I didn’t—“

She looked down her nose at you from across the room. Without saying a word, Narcissa walked right back out. By the time the door closed you had already moved off of the bed, clenching one of the pillows to your body. Ice ran through your veins as anxiety took over. She might not have yelled at you and pulled Draco away this time but that look had been just as cruel.

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“What did you say to her?” Draco demanded rather forcibly from his mother. “What did you tell her?”

“Excuse me?”

Draco swallowed his emotions as best as he could as he stared up between his mother and father. All around them students were meeting up with their families. The sound of trunks smacking the ground was background to the thumping that Draco felt from his own heart. He was standing in front of his parents and he could practically feel his father’s angry gaze on him. Draco had used a forceful, disrespectful tone when he’d questioned his mother and that hadn’t gone unnoticed by either of them.

“Dorian —What did you say to Dorian?” Draco tried again in a less forceful way.

“What are you talking about Draco?”

“She’s not coming home. Again.”

Even among such a bustling crowd, Draco could feel the shift in the air. While there was the displeasure over his tone of voice from earlier there was something else too. Lucius gripped Draco’s shoulder and within mere seconds they were back in the main foyer of their house. Narcissa Malfoy apparated in right beside her son and a Husband with a far more guarded expression than before.

“You were saying Draco?”

“I convinced Dorian to come back home around Christmas,” Draco started off as he looked up at his father. “She stayed in her room for a week before I was able to get her to relax. Then when I woke up, she was huddled on the ground next to her bed with a pillow. And when we got back to Hogwarts, she made it obvious that she was avoiding me. For months. Even on the train—-but I finally got her to stop running away until she disappeared into the crowd the moment she saw mother.”

Lucius lifted an ashen eyebrow as he turned his gaze towards Narcissa. The woman in question held her composure. With a dignified air the witch began to speak.

“I’ve said nothing to her,” Narcissa explained. “It’s possible that she’s decided to avoid you on her own volition.”

“Why?” Draco asked as he stared up at his mother.

“Perhaps she’s realized the detriment that her...condition will bring you while you and she are in school.”

“Detriment?” Father and Son asked almost at the same time, just in different tones.

Narcissa looked between the two of them and nodded. “She requires energy, energy gotten through inappropriate actions given the state of things. And it’s that same energy which you will need to progress your own studies, Draco. Perhaps in avoiding you and being discrete, she’s just looking out for your welfare.”

“Perhaps,” Lucius accepted. “But it would be to this family’s detriment should the ‘state of things’ result in her dallying with another wizard and growing to favor him.”

“I don’t see how that would damage our family,” Narcissa said plainly. “Despite her condition, Dorian is a smart girl. She would never lower her social standing by dallying with the wrong kind of Wizard.”

“If it gets out that she’s having an affair—“

For once, Draco was witness to his mother cutting his father off. “Affair? Don’t be so dramatic - It would only be an affair if she’s married.”

“She is,” Draco spoke up as his mind raced with confusion. Did his mother not know? How did she not know?

Draco looked up to his father to see the look of quiet dislike. Something beyond what Draco was able to, or wanted to, understand was going on. Lucius really only made that face when he was in a situation he’d rather not have been in. And the imploring look that Narcissa adopted belayed the denial in her tone.

“She’s only thirteen. How could she be married? And to whom?” The silence shifted as Lucius looked down towards Draco. “Lucius...you didn’t?”

“Of course I did. After you chased her off I was forced to ensure that your mistake wouldn’t cost this family.”

“Are you saying that we were married after she left with the Zabini’s?” Draco inquired.

At Lucius’ nod, Draco took a breath. The document had seemed a lot older when he’d been shown. Draco had just assumed that both you and he had been too young to remember getting married. It had been what had sparked the argument that preceded your second brush with death. You had argued that you hadn’t remembered getting married to him and he had said something or other that apparently had upsetted you. Now Draco knew why you couldn’t remember - his father had done it without you knowing. You had never agreed to it at all; not that Draco had been asked either but he didn’t care about that. He assumed that it just meant that eventually you’d come home and stay with him; he saw no downside to the arrangement.

“Why would you do that?” Narcissa asked her husband.

“Because, dear, she’s due to inherit more than you seem to care to remember.”

“The Black family vault is hardly—“

“Not the vault,” he returned the curiously she'd shown him earlier. “Tell me, do you remember who sired her?”

Now Draco was lost as his parents talked over him in the foyer.

“Of course I remember. How could I forget?”

“Obviously you’ve forgotten something. Otherwise you would be ecstatic that our son is married to her.”

“Is the fact that she’s Merlin’s bastard daughter really worth the scrutiny her nature will bring in the future? Or the struggle that Draco could face at Hogwarts if we let her—...dally with our son?”

“Beyond a doubt. A few years of struggle is worth the price of a crown, much less two, when she’s ready to claim her inheritance wouldn’t you say?”

Narcissa finally went quiet. Draco was left to silently question everything that his father and mother had just said. Merlin...an inheritance...a crown...what was going on?
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