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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-eight

You brushed your hair out slowly and methodically. Though you were facing your vanity mirror, you weren't really looking at your reflection. Instead you traced all the grains of polished wood. Gently you sat your brush back down onto the top of your vanity before the door to your room opened. Surprised at the abrupt intrusion, you turned to see who it was.

Ms. Zabini and Blaise came through the door. Your heart caught in your throat when you saw them. A handful of thoughts flew through your head too quickly for you to pay attention to any particular one. What had they made of your absence? Was she mad? Or did she know more about what had happened? She had known about what you really needed to be successful before you had so it wasn't too crazy of a thought.

Narcissa said that she would send an owl on your behalf to explain the situation. That had been the day before. When had she sent the letter? What had she said? How had they taken it? Was Ms. Zabini angry at you? Or was she happy that the burden of your welfare was being removed?

What worried you the most was what came next. There were even more questions that fluttered in despite the fact that you'd been brought in for a short hug. When the beautiful witch took a step back, she kept her hands around yours. It felt nice; intimate in a different kind of way. It was more like when your aunt used to sit on the bed with you and read you a story. Or like when she'd brush her hands through your hair in more peaceful moments.

"I'm so proud of you."

So now confusion started to set in with a vengeance. Why? Why was she proud of you? Ms. Zabini smiled and gently squeezed your hands before releasing them. She took another step back to stand closer to her son. Speaking of whom...He'd shot up a couple inches since you last saw him. You reminded yourself that it had been a month. And he was thirteen now. He and Draco were at the age where most boys started to outstrip girls.

"I heard that you took an unexpected trip," Ms. Zabini broached the subject.

You nodded. For a moment before you spoke you looked between mother and son. Ms. Zabini had been the one who had taken you in when your father deemed you needed a new place. She had practically reorganized a corner of her life for you. She altered her house to keep the rooms warmer for you. You were the one that usually got to choose the vacation destinations over the years. She provided as much access to knowledge as possible. She had even offered her only son up when you'd most needed the energy and had limited means to help yourself. Blaise had been a great sport about the whole thing as well. Unlike Draco, Blaise had gone with all the decisions without voicing a complaint as far as you were aware. Yet he'd been no less of a companion over the years than Draco had been.

"Yes. After the wedding I just had this...urge to see my father. I could have sworn I heard him calling," you reiterated what you'd told Lucius and Narcissa. "Draco and I ended up on another island. It took us a while to get back; I didn't want anyone in trouble with the ministry."

"Draco was with you?" Ms. Zabini asked, suddenly a little less than pleased.

Why was she less happy though? You nodded but stared at her. She kept her thoughts to herself, drawing thick curtains over the window to her soul in order to keep them private.

"Didn't she tell you that in the letter?" Was the question you returned with instead of answering in the affirmative.

"Not exactly, no."

"Oh," how odd.

"No matter. What's important is that you've returned safely. Did you collect everything you need before we go?"

And there went your stomach. You averted your gaze as you shifted in your seat. Your aunt must not have told her that you'd promised Draco you'd stay. The more you looked at the slightly neglected floor, the more you thought about the situation. If Aunt Narcissa hadn't told Ms. Zabini that you were staying, did that mean that she didn't want you at the manor?

"Go where?" A voice broke into the conversation.

Draco stood at your door, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. You could tell after quickly meeting his eyes that he knew exactly where Ms. Zabini meant for you to go. There was a sort of irritation to go with that knowledge that he did well to keep from his voice. Though for a split moment his calmer tone seemed to spark of anger in The woman in front of you. When you blinked that look was gone like it had never existed.

"Home," Blaise responded in his mother's place as he looked at Draco.

"She is home."

"She hasn't lived here in years," Zabini countered.

"An oversight that I've been trying to correct," Draco stood up from his position with eyes narrowed in anger. "She agreed to finally come home. Isn't that right?"

The conversation had turned. Needless to say you weren't the happiest with the redirection back onto you. You would have preferred if Draco and Ms. Zabini spoke to each other to figure it out — or better yet, the Zabinis and the Malfoys. Then you could just pick whatever side wanted you beyond obligation's sake. Yet you handled the redirect with as much grace as you could. You sat in your chair as you met Ms. Zabini's gaze.

"Draco asked me to stay after he helped me; I agreed," you told her.

"What did he assist you with?"

"He didn't assist me," you spoke slowly, meaningfully so that your point got across. "Even though I didn't end up seeing my father as I had wanted, the trip there took a lot out of me. Draco helped me recover."

Apparently the fact that you'd supported his position gave Draco a smug satisfaction. He saunter over as you and Ms. Zabini traded words.

Her words were weighted as she continued to look at you. "Do you want me to ask a healer to make a house call so there are no surprises at Hogwarts?"

You could see through her eyes the idea of a baby. The very thought of it weirded you out. There was no way you were ready to be a mom - you were far too young for that! Plus that would mean being pregnant. Based on what you gleaned, pregnancy was not a fun condition. On top of even that, having a kid meant following through with having sex; something you didn't know if you were ready for.

"Why would she want you to do that? She's fine," Draco said instead as he stopped right by you."Besides, even if she's not, we'll take care of it."

"That's not the kind of Healer she means, Draco," you murmured quietly, cheeks flushing at the idea.

Draco didn't say anything. Based on the look on his face, which you glanced at briefly, he didn't know what you were talking about. At the same time he wasn't going to air his ignorance for a second time. Which meant that for the moment he wanted to pretend he knew what you meant.

"We didn't....There's no chance of that," you assured her. After all she'd been your guardian for multiple years now.

"I see. But if you were so drained, you should have written to us sooner dear," the eloquent woman shifted in her spot.

"She doesn't need you looking after her."

You flicked Draco in the hand because of how rude he sounded. The blonde snatched his hand away from you and rubbed at the back of it. His smug mood darkened as he glared at you.

"While I'm glad that you and Dorian returned safely, you're too young to understand the magnitude of what helping her means," Ms. Zabini addressed him. It seemed like she was going to say something else but Draco beat her to it.

"I understand exactly what it means," He said in a heated tone. "Besides, he is the same age as me."

The "he" was undeniably Blaise.

"I have more experience in this case," Blaise spoke up from his spot at the corner of your bed frame, where he'd been the majority of the time.

By this point your blush had died down. You watched as there was a silent stand off between the boys. Though girls were far from innocent when it came to battle of the prides, boys seemed to engage in the fight every other day. Even between friends. Which was why you tried not to read too much into it.

"I'll speak with Lucius and Narcissa on the matter," Ms. Zabini said as she looked between her son and Draco before looking at you.

She seemed worried and you wanted to comfort her. At the same time without delving through the depths of her mind you didn't know what she was worried about. Before you needed to battle morality against your own concern, she turned her eyes towards Blaise. Her profile really was stunning; there was no doubt how she'd gotten married so many times. There seemed to have been a silent conversation between mother and son though no words, spells, or thoughts had been spoken. Blaise enjoyed the message that his mother sent him if the smile that formed was any indication. Shortly after that, the older witch left you alone with the boys as she went to talk to the adults.

"Blaise?" You asked. He turned his attention to you before you continued. "What was that about?"

"Mother is worried about you," Blaise said calmly. He pulled himself up onto the end of the bed frame as he spoke.

"But why?"

"Isn't it obvious? She wants you to come home so everything can go back to normal. She's worried that the Malfoys will try to control your life again."

Draco scuffed. "How would being with you and your mother be any different?"

The fact that he was speaking for you was odd. It was almost as though he forgot you were still in the room and wanted to pick a fight. You stayed quiet as you leaned towards your vanity, resting your head in your hand.

"She is in control of how and where she spends her time," Blaise remarked. "Mother just makes sure that she's safe. When she lived here she was more prisoner than an honored guest."

"Blaise that's enough," you spoke out as you realized he might have gone too far with that comment.

Though as you thought about it, he wasn't entirely wrong. When you'd moved in with the Zabini's it had been like night and day. Ms. Zabini let you choose pretty much everything. You were the one that chose where you got to spend holidays, and for how long. You got to pick the Diagon Alley trips. When you had lived with the Malfoys, you'd mostly just stayed on the estate. The only other time you interacted with anyone was when they were invited over. Other than when you were sent to the all girls prep school of course. And that had, inadvertently, almost killed you.

"Unlike at your house, she wasn't a guest here," Draco said from his spot nearby. "This is her home. She's back where she belongs now."

You could see that Blaise was about to return a comment despite the fact that you had told him to stop. More or less. You stood up abruptly from your chair, no longer content to sit there with your head in your hands. You'd tried being quiet to let the boys figure out how to get along but that proved useless. So even though you still didn't know exactly why they felt like they had to argue, you decided to intervene.

Without saying much you gestured with your hand towards Blaise, silently casting a sleeping jinx. It wasn't a hard jinx to break. He'd either be able to wake back up on his own after a nap or when something roused him. Blaise fell backward onto your bed with his legs over the end of your bed frame. Meanwhile you grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him out of the room. No point in waking Blaise up after you just expended energy to put him to sleep.

Once you stopped moving after pulling Draco into his own room, it still felt like something in your body had continued to spin. You blinked heavily as you leaned into the doorway. You found yourself yawning heavily before you were able to get your bearings. Despite getting excellent sleep the last few days apparently you needed to cut back on the wandless spell casting. Even if you had used a worded jinx (in your head) it had tipped the scales.

"It's probably for the best that you put him to sleep," Draco said as he tilted his head back just so. "Did you hear what he was spouting? Rubbish

"It—-" you yawned again. "It wasn't untrue."

Draco pulled his hand away from you. Not that you put up a fight to hold onto it. "What?!"

"When you look at it," you started, leaning your back into the open doorway, "I wasn't exactly free to come and go when I lived here. Not like I am at—"

"You were a child," Draco cut you off as he scuffed. "Of course you couldn't come and go whenever you wanted. Where would you have gone? What would you have even done that you couldn't do here?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, frustrated that he was so quick to challenge what you said without thinking about it.

"Exactly. So stop being ridiculous. You were never a prisoner."

"Maybe not. But you have to admit that I wasn't exactly free to be a part of the world either."

"Neither was I. You don't hear me whining about it. It's just the way things are done with young children."

"It was different with you Draco," you said, finally letting your frustration seep through your tone.

"Oh really?" He challenged.

"Yes," you said more emphatically than you meant to have.

"How?"

You huffed and rocked yourself forward only to end up pushing yourself back into the doorway. Why did everything have to be a challenge with him? Why couldn't he just accept what you said or once? Why couldn't he just believe something you said?!

"You were the favorite," you pointed out. "It was always about you with aunty and uncle Lucius."

"It was not."

"Seriously?" You asked him, this time it was you with the challenging tone. "Draco everything I did or got to do almost always had to do with you."

"That's a lie."

"Remember when you hurt your arm in the tunnel?"

He nodded once. You started talking again before he could continue to argue.

"You were the one that convinced me to let you ride my broom. You promised that you wouldn't go too fast but you lied. And you got hurt for it. And whose fault was it? Whose broom got taken? Mine. Whenever we played anything you were always the one that got to pick everything — what we played, where we played, when we played...and I got sent to the all girls school because we were playing a game that you chose. Because you couldn't sit still and listen to the teacher."

You were venting. But it felt good. You never noticed when you moved in closer. Nor when your eyes took on an inhuman color.

"And because of that I nearly died from being sent away. Even when you helped my father keep me alive...Auntie found out what I was and she hated me for it. Because of you. Because you're her son and just being around me could be dangerous for you. I was sent away from my home to live with strangers. Strangers that finally let me choose things for myself. Who don't keep me at the house all the time like I'm some shameful secret. Who helped me when I couldn't help myself. Who just...accept what I am and aren't afraid of me. "

"I'm not afraid of you."

You scuffed. You knew he wasn't; out of everyone in the household he was pretty much the only one that hadn't avoided you. But he should have been. Your aunt might have been wrong for treating you like a monster but she might not have been wrong about you being one. You took energy from young men; and you rarely asked for permission in their dreams. You'd almost killed Draco once at Hogwarts because of what you could do. Somehow, despite it all, he'd missed that point.

"You should be."

"Why? Going to hurt me?"

"You shouldn't meddle with a sleeping dragon Draco..."

Draco laughed mockingly. "You? A dragon? Please you don't have it in you."

In your state of mind that was apparently the wrong thing to say.

You spun him around just a little and pushed him into the wallspace by the door. Draco didn't have time to move away before you slid your tongue over his lips. Whatever fight he had thought to put up drained away as you pressed yourself into him. Given that you and he were practically the same height, continuing the kiss was easy. The only time he started to dispute your actions was when you pulled away from his mouth. His hands were so warm on your face as he tried to guide you back for another kiss.

You grabbed his hands with yours and pushed them apart long enough to choose where you placed your lips. It wasn't his choice anymore. Your tongue darted around his developing jaw. You peppered his skin with kisses and nips until he submitted to the fact that you decided what to do, not him. At least not right now. As you taught Draco all about those kissing bruises that he'd gotten mad about years ago, it might have been said that he even enjoyed letting go of his choices. There were other kisses to teach him and you were very thorough. He wanted to poke a dragon so you let him have a taste of what that meant. In all honesty it seemed like you'd only begun teaching him by the time he had passed out.

By the time that you'd moved back to your room and crawled into your bed, disregarding Blaise's body at the end, you blinked heavily as though coming out of a spell. ...weren't you just in Draco's room arguing with him? When'd you crawl into bed?
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