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Hands of Fate	By : LunaGrrl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Hands of Fate

Author: Luna

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Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, Tainted Fiction, Luna�s Night Moves�anyone else, please, just ask.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations.

Warnings: Underage sex!!

Pairings: Aislinn/Draco Malfoy, Abigail/Blaise Zabini, Martika/Viktor Krum, Kaleaha/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Brothers Entertainment do not authorize this author. All characters that you recognize belong to J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and/or Warner Brothers Entertainment. Nothing is being gained from this work of fiction.

Summary: The fate of an entire race rests on their shoulders. Will they fold to destiny or will they fight it?

Author�s Note: As always with my stories I�m going to be using these characters as I see fit. I will be ignoring anything that I want to and that irritates me. This story qualifies as AU because let�s face it Krum left after GoF. If any of this bothers you save both our sanity and STOP READING NOW!!!

Anything else: Yes, I�d like to thank Kat for all her help over the little speed bumps in writing and a most awesome banner! Also even though if questioned she would deny it thanks need to go out to my loverly and terrific sister Dayla!! Last but certainly not least; I�d like to thank Maggie not only for being a wonderful friend but a terrific beta. I love you girls!!!
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Chapter Five

The following morning dawned cool and bright. The girls awoke refreshed even if all of them weren�t looking forward to the start of school. They dressed in their usual styles before descending to join their classmates.

They were met at the doors of their common rooms by prefects all of who were aghast at the clothes the girls had chosen to wear for the day. Needless to say there was pandemonium as the heads of houses were called to help deal with the situations occurring simultaneously.

The diminutive Professor Flitwick shook his head resignedly at the dark haired girl in front of him. Her manner of dress could only have come from the muggle world and someone with very bad taste.

Martika looked down at herself trying to see what the others had such a problem with. Pants, check. Shirt, check. Okay, if she was honest with herself she knew that even at Cascading Falls she wouldn�t have gotten away with the punk look either. She gave the professor her best impish smile hoping to be allowed to keep her style of clothes.

�I�m afraid Miss Tempest, that we have a uniform which all students are required to wear. If you would kindly change into that we will be done with this.� Flitwick told her in his high squeaky voice.

The dark haired young woman knew better than to go against this professor. Despite his rather unimpressive height and high-pitched voice he was a very powerful wizard. His magic fairly filled the room making it hard to breathe. She would do well not to mistake his kindness for weakness. Shrugging she returned to her room to change.

Sitting on the edge of the bed Martika wondered why she had tried pushing the boundaries so soon. Sure she liked pushing the envelope to see how much she could get away with. Usually though she picked her spots better when things were more likely to go her way.

She ran a hand through her ebony tresses sighing heavily. Looking into the mirror she stared at her reflection.

�Don�t look at me honey,� the image said. �I warned you that it wouldn�t work.�

�Oh hush! If I always listened I wouldn�t be me.� She replied blowing a raspberry at the mirror.

�Be that as it may,� the reflection returned. �This is Hogwarts, and you have to remember that we�re in the middle of a war. The more you stand out the bigger target you present.�

Martika rolled her icy blue eyes. �I�m well aware of that fact. Do you really believe that it�s any different back home?�

�No need to take that attitude honey. I�m just telling you what I�ve overheard from some of the others.� The image responded sniffing disdainfully.

Shaking her dark head she turned away from the mirror. �Taking advice from my own reflection. I must be slipping.� She muttered as she changed into the uniform. Flitwick met her in the common room giving the young woman an approving smile and letting her join her fellow classmates.

Meanwhile in the Gryffindor tower Professor McGonagall was glowering at an unabashed Aislinn Flamye. �I assure you that every other girl in this school is wearing this outfit.� She said holding out the parcel of clothing.

�I�m sure they are Professor. I just don�t understand why it matters. I�m going to be wearing a work robe. Surely there is some room for personal expression.� The redhead offered still not budging on the issue of her dress. Personally, she couldn�t see anything wrong with what she was wearing. Her black cargo pants were a bit baggy and her shirt was a bit snug but she didn�t understand why McGonagall was taking exception to her style of dress.

The transfiguration teacher�s mouth became pinched. �Ms. Flamye, your free to dress as you will during the weekends. During the school week you will wear the uniform just like everyone else. If there�s a problem with that we can always contact your father and take it from there.� The professor intoned seriously.

�Fine, I�ll wear the uniform.� Aislinn said taking the package. It wasn�t that she was afraid of her father. She�d just rather not have to listen to a lecture about what was expected of her. She went back up the stairs to her dorm to change.

It didn�t really make any sense to her way of thinking. The students were required to wear a work robe over their clothes so it wasn�t like anyone else would actually know what was under them. She gave in only because it seemed prudent to do so, not because she was expected to conform.

If there was one thing that Aislinn didn�t do it was tag along blindly where others were leading. She wasn�t a lemming and couldn�t see the wisdom in following a cause if it meant betraying her personal values. While the enforced dress code didn�t sit well with her she could understand the need to instill some order into a chaotic school scene.

As she was changing a sudden thought occurred to her. Now she couldn�t wait to get down to the Great Hall for breakfast. If things went the way she thought they would Abby was sure to have turned all of Slytherin on their ear. Abigail wasn�t exactly known for her tact.

Laughing to herself she descended the steps back into her common room. Ron had waited for her to make sure she could find the way to the Great Hall. He gave her a lopsided grin as she approached. �What�s so funny?� He wondered aloud.

She waved off the question. �Unless you know Abby it wouldn�t really seem as funny.�

�So we�re in for a few surprises this term? Wicked!� He responded opening the portrait door and escorting her down to breakfast.

In Hufflepuff Pomona Sprout was trying to coax the blonde into the school clothes. �My dear, while the outfit is lovely, I simply cannot let you go outside these rooms unless you�re in the school uniform.�

Kaleaha loved this outfit and it had been perfectly acceptable at Cascading Falls. The buff colored slacks were slightly worn but comfortable. Her wheat colored sweater showed off her assets without seeming to be obvious about it. �This was appropriate dress for the Academy.� She said trying her hardest not to sound as childish as she felt.

�Be that as it may, you are no longer at the academy but at Hogwarts and this is the required dress.�

Sad blue eyes looked up to her head of house. �If I must,� she said softly.

�Thank you my dear.� Professor Sprout replied pressing the bundle into her hands.

The blonde made her way slowly up the tower�s stone steps contemplating why it was that her outfit had been rejected. It wasn�t in the least provocative. Her cousins really had her beat in that category. The way they dressed often led one to wonder, not if, an article was going to fall off, but when.

That wasn�t to say that she couldn�t be though. Kaleaha had on more than one occasion shown just how daring she could be. She guessed that her quiet nature and serene attitude made it easier for her to fade into the background. It wasn�t something she sought to do but seemed to happen never the less. Though it did make it that much easier to know what was going on long before anyone else did.

With a small smile she began changing into the uniform. She was sure that the others had thrown absolutely spectacularly fits about having to wear the required dress. They didn�t care much for anything that was sure to make them blend in. They seemed to thrive on standing out.

Descending the steps that led to the common room she stopped at the bottom. It was empty save for her and some house elves she could hear scurrying around. �Awfully sure I would comply.� She muttered.

�I wouldn�t say that,� Ernie Macmillan said stepping out of the boys� dormitory. �More like trusting. You told Professor Sprout that you would change and she just accepted that you would keep your word. It one of the things we Hufflepuffs are known for, so there was no reason for her to doubt you.�

�I suppose,� Kaleaha responded. �Are you on your way down to breakfast?�

�Yes, as long as you don�t mind my company.�

�I wouldn�t have asked if I had minded.� She said offering him a shy smile. It seemed to light up her whole face. It was the kind of smile that one would swear held the warmth of the sun. As they moved through the portrait hole she confessed, �I wasn�t really paying attention to how we got here last night. I wasn�t sure I could find it on my own.�

Ernie gently took her elbow and steered her towards the Great Hall. He made sure to point out landmarks to look for so that she could always find her way from the Great Hall to their dormitories. One could find their way to almost anywhere from there. He escorted her to their table before taking his leave to join his friends.

Down in the dungeons a very irate Abigail was glaring at her head of house. �I absolutely refuse! I don�t care how the rest of the girls are dressed. You are not going to get me to wear that!� She shouted pointing her finger accusingly at the package in his hand.

�I don�t know why you find this so objectionable.� Snape replied his liquid dark eyes trying to catch her gaze.

�Oh, so I assume you�d find it acceptable for me to tell you how to dress?� Abby shot back.

�Certainly not.� Severus returned clearly appalled by the thought.

�Then why do you think you I would be any more amenable to the idea?� Her eyes focused unerringly on the bridge of his rather large nose. �And for the love Danu would you stop doing that!�

The potions master jerked back as if struck. Folding his arms over his chest he glared down at the young woman. �What is it exactly you would like me to stop doing?� He asked a sneer marring his features.

The onlookers watched transfixed as their newest student had the stones to talk back to their head of house. No one in all their years had ever talked to Professor Snape in such a manner. They were clearly confused as to why he wasn�t dealing with her in a more direct manner.

�You don�t want in my head any more than I want into yours.� Abigail said quietly.

A strained silence fell over the room immediately after that statement.

�You think you can succeed where others have failed?� Skepticism colored his words.

�Professor,� Draco interrupted. �If this goes on much longer we�ll be late to breakfast.� He was not at all pleased that this young upstart had the nerve to talk to Snape in such a manner. However he was quick to intervene on her behalf if for no other reason than to promote house unity.

Gregory Goyle stepped forward. �If I may Professor��

�I don�t see you getting any further than I have.� Snape snapped though he grudgingly allowed the boy to try.

Goyle touched Abigail�s arm to get her attention. Her head slowly turned in his direction. He offered her a smile. �Please Bebe, don�t make this harder than it has to be. Just wear the uniform. For me? Please?�

Abby crossed her arms over her well-worn t-shirt. �You know you really don�t play fair.� She pouted at him.

�So you�ll wear it?� He asked, careful to keep his tone neutral. He had learned a lot about this young woman and nothing stood out so much as her natural contrary nature.

�On one condition.� She said eyeing him suspiciously.

�And what exactly might that be?� Snape inquired thoroughly surprised to find Goyle succeeded where he and Malfoy had failed.

Abigail�s eyes went from one to the other the corner of her mouth twitching. Gregory had to cover his own with his hand lest he reveal how amused he was by all this. �I get to keep my shoes.� She said at last.

Goyle looked at Professor Snape his eyes darting down to Abby�s thick-soled boots. Buckles went up the sides and would clash horribly with the uniform but if that was the only way to get her in it some allowances could be made. �All right. Now go change before you make us unpardonably late.� Snape commanded before sweeping from the room his duty done.

Stomping back down to the common room she flung the tie at Goyle. �Gregory what the hell is that?� She demanded.

�I believe it�s called a tie.� Draco sneered from the doorway.

�I know what it is. What I want to know is what the hell am I supposed to do with it.� She snapped.

�I don�t know; put it on?� Malfoy returned looking at her like some kind of dimwitted child.

Abby jerked as if his words were a physical blow. She compressed her lips and looked helplessly at Gregory.

Draco looked shocked. �You mean to tell me you�ve never had to wear a tie?� He couldn�t quite keep the incredulity out of his voice.

�Look, I�m sure you�re getting a great big laugh out of this at my expense but spare me. Outside of the school how many times do you see girls wearing a tie? Hmmm?�

�Bebe,� Gregory said in a warning tone. �You�re not angry with him so do not do this.�

�Then show me how I�m supposed to do this because Bella�s the one that ties these for me.� She bit out.

�No, I think not.� Draco interjected. �He barely manages to do his own. Better let me teach you.�

Abigail�s head fell to the side trying to figure out if he was being sincere or if this was another way to show her how inferior she was. �Are you sure?� She managed cautiously.

Malfoy paused mid-stride studying her. It was clear from her body language that she didn�t trust him. Some part of him was truly upset by that. �I�m sure.� He said firmly his mind made up. His long fingers pulled the tie from beneath his sweater beginning to loosen it.

�Couldn�t you just do it for me?� She asked a charming smile on her face.

A single blonde brow rose. �No I think it best if you learn to do this on your own.� He returned resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Females always seemed to think that if they showed a bloke some attention they would fall all over themselves to do as requested. �Well, not this one,� he thought crossly.

Draco walked Abigail through the process of tying her own tie several times before giving his approval. The smile she sent his way made the one previously seen pale in comparison. Impulsively she leaned over and kissed his cheek. Her eyes shone with genuine happiness.

A happiness that quickly turned to confusion as the portrait door slammed shut. �What the hell was that?� She asked perplexed.

�Zabini.� Gregory answered. If he hadn�t seen it himself he would have thought it wasn�t possible. The great mysterious Blaise Zabini was jealous; of that much Goyle was sure. He filed that information away for later use. After all, he wasn�t a Slytherin for nothing.

�Come on we need to get going. They�re not going to hold breakfast forever.� Draco said regaining everyone�s attention.

The staff table was a buzz of conversation. All of it was surrounding their newest arrivals.

Minerva looked taken aback by what Severus had said. �You can�t be serious.� She managed to say at last.

�I can and I am.� He returned. �I had my doubts when she was placed in my house but this morning just proved how very Slytherin she is.�

�Really Severus, you couldn�t find another way to get her to agree?� McGonagall asked waspishly.

�Minerva, I doubt even you could have gotten her into that uniform without some kind of compromise.� He replied nastily.

Flitwick and Sprout listened with half an ear to their conversation both of them thinking they had gotten off lightly compared to the other two. They were very glad that they had ended up with two fairly reasonable young ladies in their houses. Everyone�s attention was turned to the entrance where a commotion was just beginning.

Snape narrowed his eyes on his tardy students but more specifically Abigail�s manner of dress. True to her word she was in uniform. However her shirt was untucked with a couple of the buttons undone. The skirt seemed considerably shorter and the tie was only partially done up. Those horrendous boots he had allowed her to wear lent the whole outfit a bad girl air. It seemed another talk was in order.

Gregory, Abigail, and Draco were approaching the Great Hall when they literally ran into a couple coming from the opposite direction. If it hadn�t been for her grip on both Goyle and Malfoy, Abby would have fallen on her posterior.

�Why don�t you watch where you�re going?� Draco sneered. His eyes raked over Ron�s companion. Her direct turquoise gaze was disconcerting to say the least. The only way to deal with it he decided was to treat her as if she were that know it all Granger considering the company she was keeping. �It seems you�ve already found a replacement, eh Weasel.�

Ron�s face became flushed his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Aislinn patted his arm trying desperately to keep a fight from erupting between the two young men. Her eyes darted Abby who looked just as confused as she felt. �Sod off Ferret.� Ron spit back.

From the corner of his eye Draco noticed the approach of professors. �Come along Abigail. There�s no sense in mingling with this riff raff.�

Only the bite of Gregory�s fingers kept Abby silent. She cast a silent apology over her shoulder at Aislinn as the pair swept her toward their table.

�Well, that wasn�t at all blunt, was it?� Aislinn drawled as the trio departed. �Riff raff? Does the boy own a mirror?� She asked sarcastically. ��Cuz I gotta say it really doesn�t look like it from where I�m standing.�

Ron chuckled at that, amused that she wasn�t the least bit intimidated by the slimy git. �Malfoy�s like that with everyone outside of Slytherin.� He cast a withering look at the blonde�s back. �Though I wonder if that Abigail is supposed to be a stand in for Pansy slobbering all over him.�

Aislinn snorted. �Abby doesn�t drool over anyone.� She commented. �Least of all someone that insulting.�

The redhead eyed the young woman dubiously. �If you say so.� He escorted her to their table leaving her no alternative but to join him and Harry.
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