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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-Eight

Even though you heard Draco hitting the ground it took you a lot longer to register. When you finally did, fear raced through every limb. You leaned over him and tried to shake his shoulders. He looked so pale and he wasn’t responding. Thoughts of seeing your father both young and old were pushed to the back of your mind as you shook Draco harder.

He opened his eyes only briefly with a heavy blink before they closed once more. Without considering what anyone else might think, you floated Draco in front of you. He was kept in front of and at times beside you as you hurried out of the stone circle. You took him all the way across the wooden bridge and through the castle with some students stopping to watch. There were whispers as you practically ran while levitating the younger boy. You didn’t stop to listen to them. Currently the only thing that mattered was getting Draco to Madam Pomfrey; you were praying she could help him. Once you practically burst open the doors to the infirmary with a grander flick of your hand than was necessary, Madam Pomfrey hurried over to you.

“What happened?” She asked in a demanding voice.

“One minute we were outside, the next he just passed out!” You expressed with panic clearly in your voice.

You moved Draco over to the nearest open bed before breaking the magic cocoon you’d woven around him. If Madam Pomfrey noticed you were using magic without a wand, she didn’t say anything. She was focused on Draco, wand out and trying to figure out what happened. Honestly to you that was the right thing - you knew she wasn’t as worried about Draco as you were but at least you could see concern on her face.

“Was he jinxed?” You asked with wide eyes as you stood over him on the opposite side of the matron. “Poisoned?”

She was quiet as she seemed to be inspecting him. Normally you liked silence. It was usually relaxing. You knew she was doing her job but the fact that she hadn’t answered you only fed into your anxiety. You paced back and forth trying to keep focused on the good. Namely that Madam Pomfrey was good at her job. Between her and Snape there was very little they couldn’t cure. Not that he was in the hospital wing. It was just how you reassured yourself that Draco was going to be fine.

The more the seconds ticked by, the more you had time to think. You had asked if he’d been jinxed or poisoned. The matron hadn’t responded so you internalized that as a ‘no’. The idea that you had done this to him started to settle into the fearful parts of your mind no matter how you tried to not let it.

“Where was he exactly when he passed out?”

“We were at the stone circle,” you explained as you shifted from one foot to the other.

She made a sound that you weren’t sure you liked. You really had the urge to demand answers. In your worried state you didn’t have the strength to keep your tongue still.

“Why? Is that important? Have other people passed out at the stones?”

If it was true that other people passed out at that part of the castle, maybe it hadn’t been you. Maybe you hadn’t done this to him.

She neither confirmed nor denied your last question as she finally let you in on her findings. “He’s dehydrated to start with. Do you know if he’s been doing anything strenuous?”

“I believe he just finished with Quidditch practice,” you explained. “He still had his broom with him.”

You’d left his broom out at the stones. Internally you berate yourself about that. On top of everything else you possibly had just done, you’d left something of his behind. The moment he woke up, Draco was going to want his broom. He loved flying. Not to mention it wasn’t like brooms were the cheapest thing, especially not the Nimbus series of brooms. Granted the Malfoy family could buy hundreds of them without really getting down to the nitty gritty it didn’t mean that’s what should happen. Something with that level of craftsmanship and artistry woven in shouldn’t be discarded so easily.

“He probably over exerted himself during a practice,” Madam Pomfrey rationalized. “Go get him a glass of water. I’ll get a potion that will rouse him.”

This time you did remember to pull your wand out from your robes. You transfigured the nearest thing you saw into a water goblet, which just so happened to be the lamp on the bedside table. You whispered the transfiguration incantation for it as you focused. The lamp twisted and melted into a beautiful spiral designed metal and glass object. Transfiguration spells were easier to complete when the original elements, such as the metal and glass of the candle lamp, were kept. Professor McGonagall liked to show off sometimes in class as she transformed even the basic components into completely different elements; and while she expected that level of performance in class it wasn’t needed for the moment. You didn’t need anything complicated. The fact that yours was ornate was complicated enough for the moment.

“Aguamenti,” was the next spell out of your mouth when you’d finished the goblet.

Water streamed out of your wand to fill up the goblet. You cut the supply off once it was full. Just in time for Madam Pomfrey to return with a potion bottle and a teaspoon. She administered the dose. Draco coughed and turned over onto his side as though he was going to be sick. Nothing came out but that was to be expected. Most curative potions weren’t known for their appetizing taste.

“When he’s done making a fuss, make sure he drinks plenty of water,” the Matron advised as she noticed the goblet full of water. “He can leave whenever he’d like. But I would advise him to eat healthier in the future. He may be young but if he doesn’t mind what he eats, this may not be the last time he’s in here.”

You nodded and went to the side that Draco had leaned over. You waited till he was done gasping for air before you helped him sit up. Even going so far as to half sit on the bed and hold the goblet for him as he drank. He seemed diminished somehow to you. Frail even. Less. Worry curled deep in your stomach as you summoned another goblet of water. What if you really had done this? It was true that none of the boys you’d visited in their sleep had seemed this bad but they’d also been asleep. And Madam Pomfrey has said he’d been dehydrated...was that something you did to people? She also said that he needed to eat better --- maybe that was why he passed out? Was he not eating well? But if that was the reason why had it happened so suddenly at the stones?

You sat the goblet down on the bedside table and frowned. Draco may have seemed content to stay as he was, with you helping to keep him propped up, but your mind was spinning with everything that had just happened. Draco had confronted you at the Stone Circle, demanding to know why you’d been avoiding him. You told him why but it was like nothing got through that thick skull of his. So you had decided to show him what you did to others first hand, even if you went about it nicely. Only during your demonstration the stones had started doing something. Something that led you to seeing an old man version of your father that rapidly de-aged into the man you’d visited in your dreams a couple of times. But then Draco passed out and whatever spell had been woven had broken.

The only thing you could think of was that he’d been powering whatever spell the stones had been gearing up for somehow. When he fainted the spell didn’t have a source of power. But why then, why Draco? Or rather...how had Draco been doing that? Especially when he seemed just as curious and surprised as you. Had other students activated the Stones’ spell before? Who, when, why, and what?

You had so many questions with far too few answers. The only thing you thought you knew was that somehow it all felt like your fault. That’s what your instincts told you.

That and while you were trying to riddle out the chain of events it seemed like Draco had fallen asleep. You gently moved him back into a resting position before standing up. You might not be sure about what happened at the Stones but you knew that it happened. And that you had left Draco’s new broom there. You couldn’t fix what you didn’t know but you could get him his broom back at least.

The walk through the castle and onto the grounds took a lot longer than it had taken you to get to the hospital wing. You kept stopping to push down the panic that wanted to take over your chest. If it had been your fault Auntie was right to be afraid of you being alone with Draco all along. If it wasn’t you that had directly caused Draco to faint, you could still have been the one to activate the magic without meaning to. And like certain spells, fire ones in particular, once activated it had taken on a life of its own. Either way it wasn’t you that had suffered. Draco had paid the price of your ignorance. You should have stuck with your original plan and stayed away for his own good…

You didn’t even notice the subtly seductive melody and heat of the stones as you finally made it to the site. Your thoughts kept you too busy for that as you retrieved Draco’s belongings. With the broom in hand, the walk back to the hospital wing had been mentally exhausting. Your only solace was the fact that maybe Draco would listen after today. Maybe he’d finally understand that all you did was take.

You felt little guilt over taking energy through dreams from boys you barely knew but Draco was far more than an acquaintance. You’d grown up with him. He’d been your childhood companion, your only friend, until you were sent to your primary education. Even then he’d remained your best friend. Apparently he’d been more than that for longer than you had known - at some point that you honestly couldn’t remember, you’d gotten married to him. Assuming, of course, that he hadn’t been lying to you about that aspect. Considering that he was also family, Draco had no reason to lie about that extra tie to ensure that you and he remained in each other’s life. And he’d been too young to consider physical attraction in the bedroom sort of sense for lying about marriage to be a ruse. Which only made the cycle of guilt over your actions spin again.

By the time you’d gotten back to the hospital wing, you felt sick over your own actions. You shouldn’t have tried to take his energy. What kind of person intentionally weakened their friends on purpose?

You sat on the end of the bed, pale as a ghost as you waited for Draco to wake up. You never noticed if your legs had gone to sleep or if your back hurt in the hours you waited. It wasn’t something you seemed to have been able to feel as you retreated back into your mind. Madam Pomfrey had come out with a concerned look a couple times from her office but other than that you and Draco were alone. Which you took as a good omen. The less people to connect the clues of your disgraceful behavior the better.

The sun had started to caste orange hues through the large arched windows all around before Draco finally deemed it appropriate to wake up. He roused himself slowly and propped himself up to see you sitting much like a statue staring at nothing.

“What happened?” He asked as he looked around, unable to remember why he was in the Hospital Wing to begin with.

“I did,” you answered in a quiet voice. “I did this to you. Somehow. And I’m sorry.”

“How did you do this?” the blond second year asked as he finished sitting up. Then the look on his face told you that he started to remember the chain of events. “Oh.”

You nodded slightly to confirm what he realized and stood up. He was awake. That was all you wanted to make sure happened. Now all you wanted to do was crawl into your own bed and never move from it in shame. As you started to walk, you heard Draco sitting up on the spring mattress. It sounded like he was struggling but you didn’t turn back.

“Wait,” Draco called out in that quick, sharp tone he’d inherited from his father. “Dori, wait.”

You stopped and half turned back around to see his face. He didn’t look angry exactly but there was a look of contemplation that you didn’t want to trust.

“Is it always going to be like that?”

“No,” you answered in a slightly trembling voice. You cleared your throat and steadied yourself before you gave him a wavering smile. You turned back around and said in a false calm tone, “It won’t be like that again.”

Because you had no intention of kissing him or letting him get that close to you ever again.
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