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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 Six

As snow continued to touch down outside, you were snuggled up in a furry blanket in the middle of the Slytherin great room. The fire roared nearby and there were plenty of candles floating just out of reach of even the tallest wizard. It kept the room mildly warm and very well lit which was exactly what you were looking for as you curled up on one of the black leather couching. In your hand was one of the books that you were supposed to read for one of your N.E.W.T classes. You'd already managed to get through a good sized portion of it as your fellow students did their own homework. Some of them were off in the library, others spread around campus until curfew time.

You had a feeling based on the tempting taste in the air that a lot of them, not just Slytherins at that, were using the cold weather and need to get their homework done as an excuse to cuddle together. It was kind of sickening what the teachers let students get away with when they couldn't exactly see their hands. Of course, some were better at monitoring than others. Flitwick was so busy with decorating for the season that he was often blind to what was going on around him but that had never impeded McGonagall in the least. What seemed to be staying her hand was her disdain for Umbridge. More than once the past few days you had heard her say in a snippy voice when she passed people in the corridors that 'it was a matter for the High Inquisitor'. Which meant that she was purposefully ignoring minor infractions just to make more work for Umbridge.

Just like Umbridge, the school prefects were also being given more work. Filch had recruited them to help patrol the corridors for any rule breakers. Not to mention they were recruited to help watch the younger years who had taken refuge inside as the snow continued to pile up. On top of that they also had their own classes to attend to. You didn't envy them their workload at all.

As you turned the page to your textbook, you felt the couch dip slightly near by. You rose pale colored eyes up to see who had joined you on the couch even though you kind of already guessed based on what you had seen out of your peripheral vision. It hadn't been that long since you had tried to recruit Draco into helping you keep Zabini out of your room. For a while you had thought that your thrall had worn off because the separation had worked. Judging by the intense gaze that the fifth year leveled at you from his almond shaped eyes, you were most decidedly disappointed to see that he still harbored some sort of obsessional attachment to you. The worst thing was that you weren't sure how long being enthralled was supposed to go on for. Your father had been decidedly vague about that.

You watched him wearily as he leaned back on the dark sofa, spreading out his arms as though to claim the whole thing. After you folded the throw blanket back up, you closed your book around a silken bookmark to keep your spot. Before you were able to get up and move completely away Zabini had slipped one his arms around you. You resisted a little but there was an iron strength in his arm that you hadn't quite expected. Very easily he pulled you back down so that you were sitting on the couch once more. Your blanket got a little skewed on your lap as you resigned yourself to the fact that he was just going to keep pulling you back down.

You held still for a moment as you tried to decide on the best course of action. It wasn't like there was a lot you could do really. Sure you could jinx him but you weren't on the best side of the head girl and she was the one who usually slipped in and out of the common room. Thankfully Blaise Zabini didn't really push beyond holding you to his side while you contemplated the situation. You were surprised, however, when he snapped his fingers.

Within a moment there was a couple house elves that had apparated directly in front of you. They held a few smaller, gleaming silver trays with an assortment of food which they sat down on the padded coffee table in front of you. Their ears flopped and seemed to quiver as they looked up to meet your gaze. It was well established in the last seven years that you'd been at Hogwarts that they did not like you, not at all. House-elves weren't like wizards, witches, or a simple muggle which you could fool. Instinctively they knew that you were a beast, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and they thankfully gave you a wide berth. After the scare in your second year where the threstles had reared up and kicked at the group you were walking with, or for that matter when the mermaids had nearly tipped the boat you road in the road in during the first year, you knew better than to expect friendliness from any beast at Hogwarts. At the very least the house elves hadn't taken it upon themselves to murder you as you 'slept'.

"You didn't come to dinner," Blaise remarked in what seemed like a casual voice as the house elves made themselves scarce.

For someone who was supposed to be so enthralled that they forgot about their own desires and motivations, Zabini was sure handling it in stride. In fact if you overlooked the fact that he one arm around your shoulders and refused to let you up it was almost like he wasn't afflicted at all. He wasn't touching you inappropriately or anything. He hadn't even tried to give you a chaste kiss. For a moment you wondered if that was because of the fact that he believed you were as human as he and thus food was more for your betterment then kissing. You had a feeling it was. If he knew that you could eat him instead of eating food and probably be the better for it...well, you doubted you'd have had much time to react before he tried to coax you into such a thing. Sadly you knew it wouldn't have taken much.

The scent of food was tantalizing. It practically reeked of warmth and comfort. You leaned forward to have your pick from the selections as some of the first and second years tried to figure out what was going on. From the looks on their faces it was obvious that they hadn't figured out the trick to getting served in the common room yet. Which you were glad about. You couldn't imagine how disgusting this place would be if everyone decided to take a meal in here instead of in the great hall.

Your hands gripped about the warmed silver dish that contained a nice stew bread bowl. The meat, potatoes, and carrots floated in a rich gravy broth. You stuck a finger into the sauce, testing the temperature. As always it was just perfect. You felt Blaise shift in his seat as you tasted the gravy instead of wiping it off your finger. You turned to him and raised an eyebrow before you realized there was just some questions that didn't have to be asked. Especially considering how observant you were with those extra sensory vibes.

After grabbing a lemon bar and placing it on the side of your bowl as well as a glass of spiced butterbeer, you leaned back into Zabini's waiting warmth. As much as you detested the fact that he was enthralled and had no choice but to try and do what he thought best for you, the body heat was nice. In a weary but good humor, you let all of the first and second years and floated about the room pick off of the arrangement of dishes that he had the house elves bring in for you. After all, he'd brought enough to feed a good sized family. Most likely because he had no idea what you'd like.

The common room buzzed with the good will that you sent out as students started to take from the plates. There was just a small amount on each, of course, but it did make for a great conversation topic and place to congregate. You watched them as you started on the country stew. It was a warm balm for the nerves that gripped your stomach. Zabini was being rather mild compared to what you expected which only meant that you were waiting for the other broom to fall. Something about this situation had to change.

It wasn't until after you'd finished your meal that you got your answer. Most of the little first and second years had wondered off to bed, their minds spent after trying to complete some of the homework that had been assigned to them. You knew from experience that teachers tended to assign more when a holiday was coming up for the simple fact that they didn't want to let any young minds rot while they were away from classes. Which some how translated to filling up the work load till burst capacity before the break even began. You were no exception, yours just happened to be based in reading and much longer yet less frequent assignments. Like the fact that you were currently still trying to make headway in one of your term books: The Linguistic Study of Ancient Runes in the Cradle of Civilization. The fact that you were so busy trying to at least get through enough of the chapters so you could go back through and take notes was lost on Blaise.

Idly you moved his hand away when it started to creep near the edge of your robe. That lasted all of a minute as he shifted so that he could reach around with his other arm. You closed the book instantly as he pulled you onto his lap.

"What do you think you're doing?" You hissed at him, gripping the leather bound tome tightly.

Zabini wasn't quite one for talking as you had been made aware. Instead he boldly pushed your hair aside and placed his lips on the side of your jaw. You could feel the swirl of energy like a rising flood. It was warm and inviting in ways that no normal person could have understood. His body heat started to spike even though you made a move to pull away. His hands gripped your hips, catching you as you tried to scoot off of his lap. There was a strength in him that you had never been privy to as he held you on the edge of his lap.

Even though you struggled against his hold, you also tried to stay quiet. You didn't want to bring undue attention to either you or Zabini. You didn't truly want him to touch you, not like this, regardless of what a large part of you screamed for. But you also didn't want him to get in trouble for something that he couldn't help either. After all, you were the one that had fed from his dreams far too often. You hadn't showed any restraint then. And it was your lack of restraint that bent his will to the point where he was enthralled. Which only just meant that if you had exercised more caution, he wouldn't be as driven to be as domineering as he was. He couldn't help it and it wasn't like those boys who try to blame their behavior on a girl's so called provoking actions. He was literally under your spell. Which he seemed adamant to make permanent.

Your body shivered when you felt him wrap one of those strong arms around your stomach, sliding up your robe and your shirt. His skin was such a contrast against yours that it was quite artistic; dark to light, hot to cool. You gripped his arm, fingers digging into his skin as you resisted arching your back. His mouth had found a rather sensitive spot at the base of your neck, right by your shoulder. His teeth scraped against it as you pushed yourself forward, legs dangling over and around his.

Tingles raced up and down your spine as he slid his arm back just enough so that his hand splashed out over your stomach. You felt him raising his burning skin up your shirt and soon you were grabbing at his knees in encouragement. You could feel how his hand slipped around your breast, igniting a fire he would pay dearly to extinguish. Gently you rocked your hips to incite a veiled moan. Your eyes lit up like blue fire with a primal gleam to them. It was in that sharp moment of clarity that you realized how quickly things had progressed...or degressed.

You gasped in the fire-warmed winter air as you pulled his hands out from under your shirt. He had slid one leg between yours so that you were balanced just so on his lap, his muscles flexing and bunching underneath a very sensitive area. Blaise rocked his leg up and down with micromovements, bouncing you only the smallest of fractions. It was enough to invoke such a pleasurable sensation that you nearly forgot about your realization that this had gone too far.

"Zabini...Zabini," you tried to grab his attention.

You had to lean back and use both of your hands to hold on to the side of his face. Thankfully he stilled his hands when you finally got his attention. Otherwise you shuddered to think of how much farther this would have progressed.

"No one's watching," his words were sinfully dark and sweet.

He started to pull your nearly forgotten blanket over both his and your lap. You could feel him start to tug at his zipper and undergarment's buttons in the most delicious of ways. Based on that, you knew what his next actions would be.

Oh lordy…

"We're not married," you spouted off a plea to a rather traditional idea.

He made some sort of acknowledge meant to that. Thankfully it wasn't followed with a wedding proposal. That would have been too much to handle.

"I'm not risking getting pregnant. I won't have a bastard," was what you followed it up with.

The wizarding world might have been tolerant in that regard, but it was still an old idea that raced through society. It was something that Blaise had dealt with in whispers as he grew up. His mother was a famously beautiful witch who made her fortune off of marrying well. All of her marriages had ended with the husband dying shortly after - she chose her wealthy wizards well. And it was uncertain who Blaise's father was seeing as she had him prior to all of these prosperous marriages. Which meant that he had faced that stigma down year after year. No doubt that's why he had such a thick skin to any insults that the other houses might have slung his way for being in Slytherin.

The sentiment did help cool down the situation. His hands tightened against your hips and you practically felt the wheels ticking. His passion only deflated a little, just enough for you to feel the difference. And then as the seconds ticked by you realized that he had loosened his grip. You carefully stood up and ever so politely you quickly arranged the blanket to hide his situation. You didn't let him see your eyes as you leaned in for one last kiss, pulling at his lips as you held on to your last thread. You could feel him in so many different ways, surrounding you and begging to be devoured. But you couldn't - that would be the ultimate sort of wrong.

"I'll see you later."

The promise in his voice made your stomach quiver. There had definitely not been a question in there, just determination. Later, of course, could mean tomorrow or it could mean as soon as he found a solution for the impediment you'd thrown out there.

Without responding to him you headed out of the portrait and into the much colder, much darker dungeon hallways. Your breath came out in puffs of white as you shivered. You had left him with your blanket and all his body heat, which for you meant that the outside temperatures were increasingly more bracing. The only saving grace of this matter was that the cold air helped to dull the edge of your racing libido...sort of. You were shivering too much as you paced down one of the long halls to do much else at the very least. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if you had the same internal workings of the other students around you, but you didn't. You weren't quite the same as them. You were, for all intents and purposes, something else. Being a cambion came with a lot of it's own benefits but, like the weather, there was a lot of challenges as well.

You leaned against a marble column, knowing that it was only going to make you colder, as you tried to figure out just what you were going to do about Blaise Zabini. It was apparently easy to realize that you couldn't be on your guard all the time. You had successfully been avoiding him for the last few days but then you'd gotten comfortable, complacent. In that moment you had almost forgotten that it was wrong to have a quicky in the common room, that it was wrong to potentially drain someone of their life, simply because for you that was basic biology. The urge to have pleasure, to prolong it, was built into your very being. And you had fought it with every fiber for a very long time.

"What are you doing out here?"

You tensed immediately as you looked to where the voice had come from. Draco had come back from helping Filch patrol. That or he was still on a patrol, you'd kind of lost track of how far you'd gone away from the Slytherin Common Room. Considering the surprised look on his face you had to say that he hadn't seen the state of Zabini regardlessly.

When he'd finally got in close enough for a polite conversation you moved away from the column and stared at him. Which only gave him the opportunity to see the change in your eyes, the inhuman glow that came out during times of great hunger or passion. In your case, it was both. You were always at the point of starving yourself…

Draco's eyes narrowed as his expression tightened. He knew that look probably better than you did. You didn't exactly look in a mirror when hunger set in and he'd been privy to such a display a lot more recently. But it wasn't like you could help it. Eventually you wouldn't even have the self control to try to stop. It would be gone the moment anyone initiated it. And that was the day that you really feared for because you didn't know when or if you'd ever be able to regain the kind of control that even your father displayed.

"Zabini?"

You were surprised that he'd guessed that so quickly. You would have thought that he would have needed some more context clues to try and connect your state and why you were outside of the common room at this hour risking point deductions or even detention. Regardlessly you couldn't help the shiver that ran up your spine just thinking about why you'd left and it hadn't been the frightened kind either. Your mind looped over what had just happened and why you were out here with Draco and not doing anything with the man willing to serve you. Realizing where your thoughts had turned you took in a deep breath and tilted your head back to count the cracks in the sealing. You traced them with your eyes in an effort to try and relax your mind. It was pulled so tight that it might as well have been his ass---damn it, it wasn't working.

It also wasn't helping when you physically felt Draco's eyes travel up and down your body. His gaze was doing nothing to bring your mind out of the one track it had gotten stuck in.

"What did he do?" The blond haired male asked in an accusatory tone.

You slowly looked down at Draco, watching as his eyes tried to stay on your own. You knew that in this state everything that made you what and who you are seduced even the most practiced of minds. Especially if someone had no idea what you were, they were the easier targets. Draco knew full well what his attention, what your attention more like, could lead to but his mind was still being flooded with a hormonal thought. Especially considering that the cold had made your chest quite the spectacle; you probably should have worn your winter robe or at least another layer but hindsight was a bitch.

"He tried to serve me dinner," you said quietly with a brief emphasis at the end. "He's well on the path to being an exhibitionist."

You knew by the way that Draco clenched his jaw that you'd gone a touch too far. But it was fun to see him being bothered for once. It was a distraction which you needed right about now. If not, you might have gotten a bit more in trouble. What if you went to someone who was enthralled in his dreams? Would that bond him to you more or would it stay the same? After all, the way you enthralled Zabini already was through his dreams. You'd visited his mind and touched his will so much that it became malleable to all your unconscious desires. Your father had warned you that if you completed the act that he would be bound for the rest of his life. But did that count it if was in his dream? You almost wanted to find out tonight.

"I expect if he can find a contraceptive--" Oh, Draco did not look happy. "Well, if he does then my last excuse will have been used up."

"Have you ever thought of telling him no?" Draco sneered.

You took a step closer to Draco, then another. You didn't need to touch him to have his undivided attention. You didn't even really need to say anything right now. All you did was slightly stare up into his gray eyes and let him see the depths of hunger that lay in them, let him see the way that your mouth formed into a smile. You lowered your gaze to stare at his neck and idly you wondered just how he had gotten so tall so quickly. He was fifteen, in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and already you were having a hard time remembering that he should be off limits. Zabini was the same age as well but nothing about him screamed childish. From what little you had been able to feel beneath his multiple layers of clothing it was a wonder that girls didn't try to peak on him in the shower.

"When you've had to say no to anything that you really want for four years, then you have the right to judge me. Until then, you have no right."

Draco grabbed at your elbow as you started to draw back from him. There was an anger in his touch and a look of outrage across his face. You prefered the look of intense concentration and desire on his face much more. Even his bored resting face was better. At least then he didn't look so contemptible.

"I have every right," he practically hissed at you.

You jerked at your arm as you took a step back. But that didn't work out so well. What was up with guys and trying to trap you today? And how was it that they were stronger than you thought?

"Black, Malfoy, what are you two doing out of your dormitory at this time of night?"

The whiplash-ish voice of Snape came to save the day. Draco tossed your arm away like it had tried to bite him as he turned around.

"I was wondering that myself, Professor," Draco started as he turned to look at the dark haired adult Slytherin. "Miss Black here told me that she left one of her school books in the hallway."

He was lying so convincingly you had to wonder, right in that moment, just where you had left your textbook. In all honesty with everything that had happened you couldn't quite remember. You couldn't even remember which one it had -- no, wait, you remembered which one it had been. It had been your one for your N.E.W.T class on Ancient Magic.

"So where is it?" Snape drilled.

"That's exactly what I was asking her, sir," the blond haired boy said as he stepped in front of you, blocking your view off from Snape entirely. "We have been out here looking for her book and there's been no sign. I believe she may have been making it up."

You glared at the slightly taller male. He was pretty much calling you a liar just to cover up the fact that Snape had caught him in an otherwise hard to explain situation. What you didn't realize was the fact that by blocking you, Draco had made sure that Snape didn't see the animalistic glow to your eyes nor how the pupil turned into a slit. He also had put your mind on something that didn't make you think about a romp in the bed. And he'd given you a reasonable excuse to be out in the hallway without it seeming like you were trying to break school rules for anything other than pure academic reasons. Of course, Snape was much more tolerant of rule breaking behaviors when it came from Slytherins but even he had his limits. You might have lost the house a point or two otherwise.

Regardless, these weren't the things that you realized right away. It wasn't until you were safely tucked back in your bed after a good reprimand from Snape that you realized how sneaky Draco had actually been. And your anger at him kind of fell as flat a flower after a troll walked on it, leaving a strange sense of confusion in its wake.
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