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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 Forty-two

“Where are we?” Draco demanded as he looked around.

You didn’t answer him right away. It was hard to breathe after the run you just had. Which hadn’t been that long actually. You were more winded from the magic you had been producing to keep the pathway solid. When you regained your ability to do more than gasp for air, you started to look around.

The trees were full everywhere you looked. The foliage was so thick that it encroached onto what little beach there was. The beach itself seemed untouched, rougher around the edges. While the sand seemed fine and rich there were rocks of various sizes scattered about; small ones mixed in with the sand all the way up to the ones the size of your head. In the near distance you could see something that looked like a hill or mountain but everything around you generally looked untouched. Even the air seemed unencumbered by the signs of civilization. It was cleaner than even the air at Hogwarts. Which was how you could pick up on so many different scents - the ocean, the trees, the sun warmed sand and rocks, fresh peet, and a myriad of things just beyond your sight no doubt.

And the strangest thing was that it seemed so damned familiar that you felt sick to your stomach.

“Well?” Draco demanded. “Any idea where we are?”

“...no,” you answered him with some hesitation as you stood up, which took more effort than it should have.

Your leg throbbed where the Siren had sunk its claws into you. The gashes still bled, covering the bottom of your leg in blood. Thankfully they weren’t bleeding as bad as they had been in the water. Otherwise you’d be worse off than you were. As it was you already felt light headed and the pain itself was hard to see past.

“Let’s go back.”

“How?” It was your turn to ask him as you clenched your hands against the pain. “The pathways gone.”

“So make a new one,” the blond said.

“I can’t,” you said as you limped over to sit on one of the larger rocks. You anticipated his next demand, “I’m tired. I need to rest.”

“Fine. I’ll do it. What spell did you use?”

“I don’t know...I just wanted…”

How did you put into words your desire to step out into the ocean? How could you tell him that something, other than the Sirens, had drawn you in? How did you explain to him that you had not heard your father so much as felt him calling to you? Especially when said man was nowhere to be seen.

“When we were attacked, I just wanted to be safe. Before then? I really don’t know what brought it out. Besides even if I did know what spell I’d used...you still have the trace on you.”

“So what? We’re allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts if there’s a special circumstance. If I get into trouble, Father will speak with the ministry. Besides, the whole underage magic laws are more concerned with the bloody statute of secrecy more than anything else. I don’t know about you but I can’t see any muggles around.”

You didn’t either but then again you were having a hard time focusing on anything other than the pain in your leg. You kept trying to recall which spell would heal your leg but you kept drawing blanks. Episkey was for minor wounds; cuts and bruises mostly. What you had didn’t feel like a minor wound. Especially considering how lightheaded you felt because of it. You squeezed your eyes closed as you dug through your brain as best you could.

“Are you seriously trying to nap right now?” Draco asked with a hitch in his voice.

He was afraid. Probably about as afraid as you were to be honest.

“No,” you answered.

“Then what are you doing?”

“Trying to think,” you told him as you clenched your jaw at the pain.

“About what?”

His tone of voice seriously was starting to get on your nerves. So what if he was scared? You were too. Yet you weren’t pestering him with a million questions. Why couldn’t he understand that?

“My leg hurts. I’m getting cold. I’m low on energy. And I can’t think straight right now. So could you do me a favor and shut up?”

“What did you just say?” The thirteen year old reared back like you had slapped him; part of you wanted to.

The angry look on his face was ignored as you stared down at your bloody leg. Somehow it seemed like if you stared hard enough the answer would come to you. Before you passed out hopefully. The curious thing was that despite your heel straps showing a trail of blood, none of it seemed to stain the beach. Which was nice. You would have hated to ruin the picturesque environment. It just felt very bizarre…

You were so caught up in your fear and pain that it took you a moment to realize the spot where your blood should have been, the ground shimmered silver and gold.

“Do you see that?” You asked Draco, needing confirmation about what you were seeing.

“Saw what?” He snapped. “All I see is a lot of blood coming out of your leg. God why haven’t you healed that already?”

You gritted your teeth. Why was Draco being extra pernicious today?

“Not my blood. The sand,” you said as you motioned towards where your blood should have been.

“What about it?”

You’ll take that as a no. You tried to stand up but as you were unaccustomed to pain such as you were experiencing, you didn’t get very far with that. You staggered back with a pained and frustrated sound.

“Damn,” you cursed and swallowed thickly.

You really just wanted to sleep. You wanted to curl up in the nice warm sand and sleep. But you knew better than to do that. Not only were you wounded but you were stranded on a strange beach with Draco. The one person you’d been avoiding for his own good. The fact that you were going to have to break your own rules kept coming into focus. Your denial of it was based more in emotional reasoning rather than anything logical at this point. You really didn’t like that feeling - the unwanted realization left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Draco, come here,” you said with gritted teeth.

“Why?”

“Bloody—“ you cut yourself off and took a deep breath. “Look, out of the two of us, I’m the one that can do magic. And I’m generally better at it than you—“

He looked ready to fight you based on that.

“Oh get off it. You’re great too. But I know far more spells than you. And because of my father I can do things without spells. Maybe in the future… but we don’t have the time to wait around for your future self to swoop in like the Wizards of Camelot. Right now I’m the better choice if we want to get home. But I’m hurt...I’m tired...and I’m out of energy. So do you want to help or not?!”

Draco’s lips were thin as he stared at you. His hands were in the pockets of his formal trousers as he stared down at you. Your anger shimmered under the surface as your gut roiled at the thought that you needed to ask for help. A normal witch would have needed to ask for more energy to do more advanced magic. A normal which probably wouldn’t have been attacked by Sirens as you had. And a normal witch probably wouldn’t have created a path to an unknown place without realizing it to begin with.

You felt tears of frustration just behind the surface. The fact that you had to ask Draco of all people to help fix your shortcomings…

“Fine but when we get home, we’re both going home.”

“Obviously Draco,” You said as you tilted your head back (trying to force back all the unseemly emotions) and rolled your eyes at the same time.

“No. I’m not talking about you returning to the Zabini’s. You’re coming back home with me.”

You slowly tilted your head back down. Just far enough so that you could look in his eyes. Draco moved his eyes away from yours after a second of trying to project the mental static that would have blocked his thoughts from yours.

“Stop trying to get into my head. I’m saying exactly what I’m thinking anyways,” Draco’s voice was forceful. “You’ve had your fun but obviously if you need my help despite having a boyfriend, you need to come home.”

“Draco—“ you snapped at him.

He squatted down towards your level, flicking his formal robe out of the way as he did so. Determined gray eyes stared into yours. He did his best to keep his thoughts to himself. It was actually impressive given that he was only thirteen years old. He couldn’t keep everything back of course but he was doing really well actually.

What you got really didn’t make you feel better about the situation. The fact that he was so okay with what you needed to do made you feel nervous. And the fact that he actually wanted you to touch him…

“You really shouldn’t want to kiss me so much you know,” you grumbled. “Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“You just need more practice,” Draco said confidently as though trying to push his belief onto you as fact.

You couldn’t argue with that. Though you really wanted to on sheer principal. You tried to shift your legs and ended up with searing pain and more blood dripping out of the puncture marks. Which the sand still wasn’t getting stained with when it made its way down your leg.

Forcing down the nausea of the situation, you reached for Draco. He wasn’t that far away. Though as his leg brushed your wounds you hissed and accidentally dug your own nails into his scalp. Which he didn’t seem all that pleased about. In a desperate attempt to not start another argument, you pulled him in the rest of the way.

His lips, usually thinned with anger or disapproval, were surprisingly soft. His hands went to your waist; warm through the wetness of your dress. His energy slid into your body with a pleasant tingle. Warm, pleasurable...it felt right.

You parted your lips from him, pressing a smaller kiss to the corner of his lips. Your head felt less foggy as you stroked your hands down his neck from his head. You rested your cheek near his before gently kissing back towards his lips. Draco took a minute before you felt him smile into the kiss. You gripped his shoulders as the young teenager built up the confidence to actually kiss you back fully. Draco’s hands traveled up to cup around your cheeks as you continued to kiss.

This time when you moved away for air you reached for your wand. Draco moved back just far enough that you were able to angle the conduit towards your wounded leg. The standard healing spell was, of course, no match for the depth and severity of the cuts. But you had been able to bandage your own leg quite well on top of cleaning it up. Once the bandages were on, Draco leaned forward again and started to kiss your exposed neck.

Gently you gripped his shoulders, carefully pushing back at him as you breathed out, “Slow down Draco.”

“Why should I?” His question was pretty much rhetorical.

He didn’t really want an answer because he didn’t want to stop. You could feel it in the way his hands gripped your waist and in the way his lips ghosted towards the middle of your neck. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to slow down. He wanted to go fast. He wanted to go really fast. The imagery you got from such a strong desire made you blush. He was just thirteen years old and he was unabashedly imagining what your growing body would look like without clothes.

You had half a mind to let him continue. His lips traveling down your throat in small butterfly kisses did feel good. And the way one of his hands shaking lay started to slide up your ribs felt comforting.

But you stopped his progression as you threaded your fingers through his. You brought your crossed arm up as a barrier across your chest, letting his hand tickle the junction of your shoulder instead of his intended target. The action forced him to sit back a little which he seemed less than pleased about.

“We need to find out where we are,” you said calmly. “And I need to find us a way home after that.”

“Later,” he said dismissively.

“Uncle and aunt—“

“Stop worrying, they’re not here. No one is so—” he stepped as the sound of the brush being disturbed really put his forgotten fear back into place. “What was that?”

It was almost amusing how quickly lost his ardor. Both mentally and physically. You slid off the rock to crouch near him, keeping a hand on your wand. It might take longer to cast spells with a wand but there were other things to consider. With how tired you had been you didn’t want to chance releasing too much energy in one go. You needed to make Draco’s stolen vitality last as long as possible.

“What’s out there?!” Draco hissed.

“How should I know? Aren’t you the one taking Care of Magical Creatures this year?” You hissed back at him, knowing full well it was still before term. “Didn’t you buy your textbook yet?!”

“Real funny — have you seen the book the oaf assigned? It nearly bit my finger off the day father and I bought the rudy book. Besides can’t you tell what’s out there with all your extra powers?”

“I’m a cambion witch, Draco,” you continued using a lower, harsh whisper. “I’m good with sexual things and magic, not seeing through trees.”

Somehow your admittance got through the fear in his brain. You practically felt his gaze before he remembered to be a little more prudent than randy.

The trees rustled again. You gripped your wand, the twisting pattern familiar and comforting.

And from the forest a smaller creature started to emerge; a houself.
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