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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 Fifty-One

Your eyes skimmed over words that your mind didn’t want to make sense of. Oh, you knew what they were but it was like everything was one big blur. He dumped you. Darius dumped you right before classes started. You had stayed quiet as you absorbed the shock while he went on to explain why he was breaking up. According to him, you kept too many secrets or something.

He didn’t know the half of it.

After failing to absorb any of the information from the page for the third time, you decided to quit trying. The book was closed with a little too much force as you pushed yourself away from the wooden desk. The sound that came from behind you let you know that you’d almost backed into another student. You turned around to see if you’d actually hit them or not. Thankfully it seemed as though you hadn’t so no actual apologies were necessary. Which was nice as you weren’t in a very apologetic mood.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” You asked the younger student.

She looked surprised. “Shouldn’t you?”

You just stared at the bushy haired Gryffindor with a dull expression. She wasn’t wrong. You should have been in class. After the shock of the morning, though, you hadn’t felt like it. Seriously, he dumped you over one little secret. He hadn’t even given you time to explain that you tried not to read people’s minds most of the time.

“It’s rude to return a question with the same question,” you pointed out in a more reprimanding tone than you normally meant to use.

“I needed a quiet place to study,” she articulated with her own attitude thrown in. “You?”

“The same,” you admitted.

You could have been in class. Really you should have been. But you weren’t feeling very social. Whatever had happened on the train had taken it out of you; you hadn’t enough time to level back out. Which meant that being a good girl around boys your own age in an enclosed space for long periods of time took too much will power. You just wanted some peace and quiet. Which the younger female was interrupting.

“What are you studying?” She asked as she looked over at the books you’d selected.

“Ancient runes,” you answered honestly.

At least that’s what you meant to have been studying before you’d closed the book. You hadn’t absorbed any information or really been able to focus for the last twenty minutes. The intention had been there though and considering how tired you were, you felt like that was good enough.

“I'm taking ancient runes too,” she responded, the aggression in her voice letting up. “It’s a fascinating subject isn’t it?”

You nodded. “The class pairs well with Ancient Studies.”

“You’re taking Ancient Studies?!” She asked in surprise as she took a seat. The bag she flopped onto the table must have weighed a hundred pounds by the sound of it. “What’s it like? There weren’t enough students in my year interested in it so it wasn’t offered.”

“We learn about wizarding cultures around the world that predate this millenia. Places like Egypt, Grecian, Roman, Mesopotamia are the ones we started with. Right now we’re studying Nordic wizardry. After midterms Professor Babbling said we’ll start on Celtic culture.”

Considering that Celtic mythology was closer to home compared to the aforementioned areas of study, you were looking forward to it. Maybe your professor would be able to point you in the right direction as far as the stone circle of Hogwarts was concerned. As far as you could tell, given the general location of Hogwarts, the founders would have had ties with Celtic practitioners. You just had run into a bit of creative and time constraints trying to study up on the origins of the castle at this point. Hopefully with the subject being more related she could answer more in-depth questions. Or give you some suggestions of what to read.

“I wish I could have taken it,” the gryffindor lamented wistfully as she pulled out too many books, even in your opinion.

“Do you know a copying spell?” You asked her. She looked at you with surprise; you’d take that as a no. “Learn a copying spell for writing and I’ll send for the last two years of notes I have from class.”

“You kept all your notes?” She asked with a growing, hopeful smile.

You nodded. “I bind them into a book every so often. It helps to keep track of everything. Anyways learn a spell to copy it over and I’ll lend them to you. It might not be the same as going to class yourself but I’m guessing you don’t mind doing a bit of reading.”

Her bag crammed with books told you that much.

“That would be perfect! Thank you! Oh, I’m Hermione Granger. And you are?”

You had the weirdest sense of deja Vu. Somehow you got the feeling that you’d done this already. The fact that you had heard her name from Draco a couple times over the years notwithstanding.

“Dorian Black.”

She gasped. “Like Sirius Black? The Wizard everyone is so worried about?”

You looked at her directly trying to see where or how she connected the dots. You saw the Slytherin symbol in her head, the concept of purebloods, and the name black floating about. She wasn’t wrong, of course, but you did frown at how quickly her opinion of you had started to sour. She didn’t exactly have any great love or respect for the idea of pureblood wizarding families from what you could see. Which was a pity - a witch as bright as she was should have been able to see the benefit of passing down knowledge and magical practices unobstructed because of the ever growing muggle influences.

“A cousin of some sort. I’ve never met him,” you answered honestly.

If you had met him, though, you couldn’t remember so you didn’t count it. You would have been too young. And it would have had to have happened in passing when your mother was still hiding you with her in Azkaban. You doubted that was the case.

“I’ll meet you back here next Friday during lunch. That should give you plenty of time to learn the spell. Just make sure to bring a lot of parchment; I took a lot of notes over the course of two years.”

You stood up and gathered your things as you spoke. Hermione was still quiet as you walked away from the table.

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It had been a couple hours since the end of most classes. Which meant that there had been plenty of time for all groups to come back. Especially as dinner had just finished. Oddly though, Draco hadn’t been at the stable as far as you could tell. The table, of course, was vastly as it practically ran the length of the great hall. So there was a chance you hadn’t seen him come in. Considering the show of mocking a certain famous wizard this morning, you didn’t imagine he’d pass up the oppertunity to do it again. Which would have made another unseemly scene. That wouldn’t have been as easy to miss. So the fact that you hadn’t seen him there was odd.

Still, it wasn’t until after you got back to the common area that you actually asked someone about it. His two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, had come in without him. You laid down your quill as you stared up at them.

“Where’s Draco?” You asked the two of them.

“Still in the Hospital wing,” one of the boys spoke up as they took a seat on the leather couches.

From what you could see they had stashed away some food from the dinner table. Apparently they were still hungry. That and they were no doubt procrastinating their homework. According to Draco they weren’t the brightest Wizards.

As you watched them, you frowned. Draco was still in the hospital? When did he get put in there to begin with? How has he been hurt? Was it beyond Madam Pomfrey’s skills? The thought of that was mind boggling and frightening. You waved your hand over your things, wand in hand and spell slipping from your lips. Everything tidied itself back up and zoomed off towards the girls dormitory. As your things flared through the Slytherin commons you got out of your chair to head out.

You ignored the fact that Darius awkwardly went quiet as you passed by his group of friends on the way out. You’d spent enough time that day already wondering what had really gone wrong with your relationship that day. You had another worry on your mind to overshadow your concern about that. It took a bit to get from the dungeons to the hospital wing but it gave you enough time to squash down all the horrible thoughts about what could have happened to Draco.

The knot in your stomach, and prickling sensation of judgemental eyes, wasn’t so easy to ignore.

Draco still had a small group around him as he lay on the bed. Through the gaps in the group you were able to see that his arm had been bandaged up. You could also tell that he was a few shades paler than normal. Instead of barging into the group, you hung back and sat down on one of the nearby beds. The sound of the bed moving caught some of the group's attention but the most acknowledgement you got was an attitude filled look from Pansy Parkinsons. Adrian, whom Draco knew from Quidditch, was also there much to your surprise.

The matron came out in her maroon and white ensemble. Her cap did the cutest fluttering thing on her head as her multiple skirts swished about.

“Move aside please,” the school healer said briskly to the group around Draco.

Seeing as she only needed access to him from one side, less than half the group needed to move. Adrian came to take a seat next to you as Madam Pomfrey continued with her treatment. You tried to school your face but the worry must have sealed through because Adrian Pucey spoke up in quiet tones.

“He’ll be fine, you know. Madam Pomfrey already fixed up the worst of it.”

“What happened?” You asked in a hushed voice.

“He got attacked by a creature in class. Something about a bloody chicken.”

You frowned as you looked back at Draco. A bloody chicken? Were there people killing the school chickens again? What had been happening in his class that had to do with those fowl massacres? You resisted the urge to move over to the bed and demand answers so you could do something about it. You were honestly too tired to be of any help rectifying the wrong that Draco had endured no matter how much you wanted to.

You looked down in surprise when Adrian grasped your hand. When he spoke again, you turned the same surprised expression to look in him the eyes.

“Relax. I know you’re worried about him but like I said, he’ll be fine.”

“Telling someone to relax never actually works,” your own sentiments echoed a passing sensation in his head. “Besides, if I wasn’t worried about him what kind of a person would I be?”

Adrian gave a thin, slightly amused smile. Not that you paid attention to his expression for too long as Draco groaned. You whipped your head back to see what had caused the sound of the pain, ignoring the fact that your concern sparked the quidditch member to slightly squeeze your hand in a reassuring fashion. What you witnessed instead of Adrian Pucey’s amused expression was that Draco had woken up. And if you weren’t mistaken he was looking over to where you were. Though he would have barely been able to see a sliver of you from around the matron’s skirts, apparently even that was too much for Parkinson. She had a bit of a demonic look to her as she glared at you coupled with the red puffiness of her eyes.

By the time that Madam Pomfrey was done checking over the wound, which according to her muttering had healed up nicely, the small crowd had disappeared down to just three students and Draco. You, Pansy, and Adrian stayed behind. Though somehow you had the sense that the only reason Adrian was still there was because you’d been tracing his knuckles to try to distract yourself. Not that the fifteen year old seemed to mind in the least.

“Alright, everyone, visiting hours are over. Mr. Malfoy will be heading back to the Slytherin commons shortly.”

“Could Black stay behind, Ma’am?” Draco asked instantly. Then his next words seemed weaker as he lowered himself back to the bed dramatically. “I need help carrying my school supplies.”

Madam Pomfrey looked at him and then at you for a moment. She nodded but gave you a slightly pointed look as though encouraging you to hurry up the return processes. You thanked Adrian quietly before slowly detangling your hand from his. He nodded stiffly as his hand stayed where it was on your lap, which you realized only Draco was upset about when you saw him glaring at you legs. Odd as that was. Adrian and Pansy soon left the Hospital wing under the stern reminder that they had to from the Matron.

“What was that about?” Draco hissed once everyone was gone. He was still on the bed and seemed to have no intention of moving. Except to turn his head and glare apparently.

“Hm? Oh, Adrian?” You asked as you started to pick up Draco’s school bag. “He was trying to distract me I guess.”

“How long has he been trying to ‘distract you’?”

You leveled him with a tired expression at the amount of aggression in his voice. For someone that was laying pale and prone in a hospital bed with his arm in a sling, he sure had some bite in his words.

“It was just a thing Draco,” you said, before realizing that wasn’t a very good explination. “He saw that I was worried about you and he wanted to make me feel better.”

“I bet,” Draco scuffed. “I thought you were dating Burries.”

“Berrow,” you corrected calmly. You frowned and sat Draco’s bag on the bed. “And no. Not anymore. He…I…I guess I keep too many secrets.”

“Must not have liked him very much if you’re already getting involved with Pucey.”

You stayed quiet as Draco’s barb sunk in. Despite the fact that you hadn’t meant to nor had any intention to flutter from one boyfriend to the next, if that’s what it looked like to Draco then it probably seemed that way to others too. Which definitely wasn’t what you had been wanting. You let out a deep breath and sat down near the foot of the bed with Draco’s bag. After the last week it felt like you’d been kicked in the stomach or had the will to move ripped from you. Even though the hand holding had been innocent you knew how students could spread false information. The last thing you needed this year was for people to think you were hopping from one boy to the next; you didn’t want to have that kind of a reputation.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I don't think he did either. But if he did that will probably be better anyways; I’ll need a new boyfriend at some point soon,” you said quietly to Draco, unable to meet him in the eye.

You could get energy from visiting people in their dreams. That much was true. Having an actual boyfriend made things easier though. It gave you a sort of social grounding rod to channel your non-academic attention towards. Whenever you’d been too lonely or watered to feel someone’s skin on yours, to be embraced, you’d gone to Darius instead of letting the craving fester. At first your need to touch and be around someone hadn’t been that bad, not when you first started dating. As time went on you had just gotten so used to having a boyfriend that you had relaxed as the desire for contact had grown. Darius had given you a good way to channel it and you had even begun to appreciate the subtle things about him. He’d been a great conversationalist for starters. But He had dumped you so that safety net was gone now. You could do worse than Adrian Pucey as a replacement even if that’s not what you had been thinking about prior to this moment.

Draco let out a sound of derision as he sat up. “If you're so against being single, why can’t we just tell everyone we’re married and be done with it?”

You looked down at your lap. “That would only make it worse Draco.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

“I need…” how did you bring it up without sounding needy or like the school whore? “…you’re just too…”

“Too what?”

“Draco, I need someone I can go to. I like being in touch with someone. Hugging them. More than just for…well…you know. Father was right like always —- I need the attention, I want it. And you—“

Everytime you’d tried to get closer to Draco, something had always happened to remind you that you couldn’t without hurting him. Unlike with other boys, just being in contact with Draco was enough to start the feeding process. Something that he’d pointed out plenty of times. As far as you knew you couldn’t be too close to him, hold him, or cuddle with him without him feeling you draining his energy. He’d made that clear to you many times. And everytime he did it only highlighted the fact that he didn’t appreciate having to be affectionate. Aunt Narcissa’s judgement and hatred aside, being in physical contact with you wasn’t something he liked; it was just a duty he performed. That wasn’t the kind of a relationship you wanted.

“…are too young,” you settled on so that you didn’t make him think he needed to push himself or change himself for duty’s sake. “While I’m at Hogwarts I need to find someone my age to help keep me…”

Human. Respectable.

You trailed off though, unable to finish that sentiment aloud. It had been a sensation that bubbled to the surface the more you raked. One you hadn’t consciously thought about until now. Though perhaps it had been lingering in the back of your mind all day, distracting you.

“Fine,” he snipped. “I was just trying to be nice. The last thing I actually wanted was for everyone to know that I’m tied to you anyways.”

His words pierced through you so quickly that it had been hard to breath for a moment. They confirmed what you’d worried about - you were just a burden. Perhaps nothing more than a duty his father had given to him from far too young an age. Doing your best to hide the heat behind your eyes and the pain tearing at your heart from the rejection, you stood up once more and kept your gaze on a fixed point in front of you. At least it would be easier to keep away from him knowing that’s what he really thought. He would be safer without you anyways. And that would make your Aunt a lot happier.
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