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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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Please see chapter one for the offical disclaimer...as always these characters do NOT belong to me!!!

Chapter Seven

Harry paused as if considering something then shook his head and said nothing.
It was on the tip of Abigail�s tongue to ask him what he was thinking, but some things a person didn�t really want to know. Instead she decided for something that would impart the seriousness of their current situation. �We�re going to have to come up with some sort of study schedule. Professor Snape is looking for any excuse to give us both the axe. I, for one, don�t want to give him a reason.�
�I�m not going down to Slytherin,� He returned and there was that testing quality in his voice again.
�And I�m not going up to Gryffindor, no offense Ais,� she said sparing the other girl a glance.
�None taken, honey,� Aislinn replied easily.
�Library,� Kaleaha suggested.
�No,� Abigail and Harry said in unison.
�Then where would you suggest?� Martika asked curiously. �I mean if both of your common rooms are out as is the library how are you two going to study?�
�How �bout the�� Ron trailed off at Harry�s dark look.
The girls looked at him curiously but the redhead stubbornly refused to finish that thought. If Harry thought it was a bad idea to tell them about the room of Requirement then he wasn�t going to go against the other boy. Harry, though impulsive, usually had a very good reason for doing things.
Kaleaha sighed. She would never understand boys. They must have some kind of weird code that forbid them to make sense to a normal rational person. �Whatever you two decide it better be done quickly. Classes start in a few minutes.�
Abigail shoved her fingers through her hair, a clear sign that she was frustrated but trying to control it. �We�ll work it out later,� she commented gathering herself to face Professor Snape one last time. �I don�t suppose you have a copy of the potions book, do you,� she asked off-handedly.
�No I don�t,� Harry returned rubbing the back of his neck distractedly. �I was pretty sure I wasn�t going to get in so why bother to buy a book I�m not going to need?�
The dark headed girl nodded as if she expected this. �Kay, honey, do you have your copy with you?� The blonde gave her cousin a look that clearly told her that she did. �Would you give it to Marti to make a copy so that Harry has a book until he can get his own?�
�Hey,� Martika interrupted still not over her anger with the young man. �I never said I would do that.�
�Please, Marti, I wouldn�t ask if I could do it myself. I think we all remember the last time I tried to transfigure copies,� Abby implored beseechingly.
The three girls chuckled at the reminder. Abigail had tried to transfigure a blank page into a single portrait. She had managed to make it look like a Xerox copy machine had exploded inside her bedroom. There were still colored splotches decorating the walls of her room.
�Oh all right,� the youngest girl agreed. Her icy blue eyes bored into the young man�s emerald gaze. �Just make sure that you don�t lose it because I won�t do it again before your book arrives,� she told the bespectacled young man in no uncertain terms.
Abby walked off to inform the professor that he would have two more students in his class. She was confused by Harry�s automatic assumption that she would have him study in Slytherin. The place was bleak and cold, not at all conducive to studying. She also wasn�t willing to make a spectacle of herself either. The other houses had clearly shown just how much they distrusted her by the level of silence that had reigned at those tables when she stopped to talk to her cousins.
Snape watched as she approached the head table her brows drawn together. She didn�t look like she had gotten the answer she had expected. He almost wished he had told her that Potter most likely wouldn�t be agreeable to his terms. They hadn�t been able to get along in the previous five years; now was going to be no exception.
�Professor,� Abigail said somewhat subdued. Only when his liquid dark eyes met hers did she go on. �We have decided to accept your terms.� She told him without preamble.
The potions master was shocked but managed to hide it very well. �I see,� was all he said. He blandly reached for the schedules at his elbow making the necessary adjustments before handing them back to her. �I�d wish you well but I fear with your choice in partners it�s doomed even before it begins.�
Abigail snorted at that. She wasn�t fooled by the man�s obvious displeasure at having to deal not only with Harry but also with her. That�s why the terms he had laid out for her had been so strict to begin with. It was meant as a way to discourage not only her but whomever she chose as well. �Thank you Professor,� she muttered taking both pieces of parchment from him. Turning on her heel she left just as quickly as she had come.
Handing Harry his schedule back she turned her attention to her own. Unconsciously her eyes sought out and found Gregory�s. The young man lifted his head as if he sensed her gaze on him. He offered her an encouraging smile, which she returned.
The dark haired young man watched the exchange curiously. He didn�t know what was going on with those two and that bothered him for some reason. He felt as if he should know since they were connected now and not just for the next two years. It was like he was missing some key piece of the puzzle that was Abigail Knight. �What�s with you and Goyle,� Harry asked trying to sound disinterested and failing.
Kaleaha�s head shot up at the mention of the other boy. She shared a knowing look with her other two cousins, feeling slightly smug because she had told them that Gargoyle was the only one to fit the puzzle they had been looking at last night. The feeling didn�t last long when she saw the wistful expression on Abby�s face. A lump of cold dread filled her as she realized that her cousin might be setting herself up for heartbreak.
Aislinn didn�t like being wrong but she liked the look on Abigail�s face even less. She was well aware of how the young woman felt about the young man but the older girl still had misgivings about him and his intentions. She shook her head flame colored tresses fluttering around her face. �This can only lead to disaster,� she thought echoing the blonde.
Martika watched her cousins then shot a glance toward the Slytherin table. Gargoyle was watching them but he didn�t have the look of a man in love. The look on his face was more in line with something a brother felt for a sister or for a friend. The raven-haired young woman wasn�t sure how he fit in but she knew that he did, somehow.
Deciding that they were just wasting time like this she broke the standoff. �We better get going. Classes are just about to start,� Marti reminded them all. As if to prove her right the first bells began going off calling the students to their studies.
All of them drifted off to their classes none the wiser about the conglomeration of gazes that had been trained on them.
Blaise snatched up his books. He was in a right foul temper. Seeing Abigail with Malfoy and his right hand goon Goyle had been the start of a nasty day. It had only gotten worse as he had listened to Malfoy deny any kind of intention with the girl. He had witnessed the kiss with his own eyes. Did the blonde really think he was that stupid?
These feelings for the new girl had caught him off guard and a night spent arguing with himself had solved nothing. He wasn�t sure how he really felt about the young woman but he had been insane with jealousy when she had shared any of her affection with someone other than him.
A rare look of rage lined the features of his handsome face making most of the student body part without word for him. It was a rare thing for the quiet Slytherin to show any kind of strong emotion other than amusement. He passed through his fellow classmates determined to put the girl firmly out of his mind.
The blonde prince of Slytherin watched his sometime friend walk away. Shaking his head he couldn�t believe that Zabini really thought that he had feelings of any kind for Abigail. The girl was vexing in the extreme and she seemed to have Goyle wrapped around her little finger. �It�s disgusting,� he thought.
Though try as he might he was unable to keep the redhead that had been plaguing his thoughts out of his mind. He had been angry as she sat laughing and talking to two thirds of the Golden Trio. He still couldn�t figure out what she saw in those two. They didn�t come close to matching him in either class or money.
He wasn�t quite sure why the redheaded female consumed so much of his thoughts. It wasn�t as if she was the only available female in all of Hogwarts. He was a handsome bloke; the girls told him often enough, that he could have any one of them that he wished. Some small vulnerable part of him wondered if she somehow found him lacking. Shaking his platinum head he decided that these thoughts stopped here and now. He was bound and determined to make Head Boy next year and he couldn�t do that if he wasn�t at the top of his game.
Viktor had watched with something close to relief as Martika had come to the Gryffindor table. Though he was disappointed she hadn�t spoken with him being able to watch her without fear of getting caught had been too much to resist. His strange feelings for the raven-haired girl confused him. Deep inside it felt right somehow.
Despite the feelings of rightness however was the knowledge that he still didn�t know the girl he felt drawn to. It made him wonder if it was some passing fancy on his part. His irrational jealousy said that it wasn�t some fluke but something primal. Unlike most people he listened to that little voice and right now that voice was screaming that the girl belonged to him, and he agreed.
The angry lines around his eyes faded as he planned a way to get the girl. He would have to gain her trust, something he was quite sure she wouldn�t give easily. That was fine with him though as he loved the chase. Whether it was the Snitch in Quidditch or women, there was nothing like the thrill of it. The girls around him began to whisper as he passed them without a thought. He would bide his time and just like in Quidditch when the timing was right he would make his move, make her his.
Harry watched Abby leave the room a slight smile on his face. Her blonde friend crossed his field of vision and the smile suddenly dropped from his face. He was immensely grateful that he had been able to act semi-normal around the young woman. It would have been the height of embarrassment to blush and stutter around her like he did when he was just watching her.
Due to the weird connection he had with the other young woman he knew there was a bond between the two but wasn�t sure what it was. It went beyond friendship to something more familial, but he knew that most siblings ended up in the same house. It was a puzzle all right and if there was one thing he didn�t like it was a puzzle.
He sighed running a hand through his unruly black hair. He admitted that on some level that he was attracted to the curvy blonde but he knew this was more than some hormonal surge. He hated not having all the answers and there was something about her that said he needed answers now more than he ever had before.
There was so little that he actually had control of that he felt he should at least have some control over himself. Shaking his head to clear these troublesome things from his mind he left for his first class. It was then that he remembered that he had neglected to tell Hagrid that he wouldn�t, and really hadn�t planned to, take Care of Magical Creatures. Groaning he trudged off hoping to somehow salvage the situation before it became ugly.
Abigail bounced out of the Great Hall in high spirits. She had managed to get all the classes she wanted, or if not wanted at least needed and unless she was greatly mistaken she had found a new friend in the illustrious Harry James Potter. Not that his fame was what had interested her; it was the fact that he had been willing to let her prove herself that instantly won her good will.
Fairly skipping down the halls she wasn�t really paying attention to where she was going. She collided with a solid warm body. Her arms flailed like a windmill before latching on to the other person. Hostile brown eyes met her embarrassed hazel gaze. �Sorry,� she muttered by way of apology.
�You should be,� the other girl hissed. She straightened her robes as if touching the other girl had somehow contaminated them. She threw her coffee colored mane over one shoulder.
A few not so polite titters let Abby know that they had an audience. She could feel all emotion drain from her face leaving behind the cold imperious mask she wore at court. �Excuse me,� she said stiffly.
�You come here thinking that you�re somehow better than the rest of us. Let me tell you that you�re not the hot stuff you think you are,� the other girl spit out.
Shocked by the sheer hostility the young woman was pouring out she did her best to control her rising temper. Her fingers curled into her palms creating half moon indentations in her flesh. �Let me tell you something,� Abigail offered softly. �You don�t know me and I don�t know you. Whatever notions you�ve got running around in your head I suggest you get rid of them now.�
�How dare you threaten me,� the brunette cried taking a step forward.
Abby braced herself for a physical assault knowing that the girl wasn�t stupid enough to reach for her wand, not with the teachers within shouting distance. It had been quite some time since she�d had to defend herself in such a manner but felt reasonably sure that if she could do it once she could do it again.
The attack never came. The girl seemed to be frozen about a foot in front of her. The other girl�s eyes were trained on something over her shoulder.
The princess desperately wanted to know what or who had stopped the other girl but was unwilling to admit she needed the help. Instead she leaned forward as if she was sharing some kind of secret, �Go! Go now,� she breathed, using just a touch of her fey power to spread dread over the other girl�s features.
The brunette stumbled back a couple of steps her eyes wide with fright. It was then that she noticed the girl�s eyes. They were black as midnight with tiny pinpricks of colored light. She had never seen anything that scared her more in her entire life, but she wasn�t about to lose face in front of her friends. �This isn�t over,� she promised as she and the others disappeared into a classroom.
Turning around Abigail came face to face, or rather face to chest, with the deterrent. At a little over six feet tall the other girl was imposing, to say the least. Her ebony hair fell around her shoulders in tangled waves. She had a handsome face. She would never be what some called pretty but held a beauty that was waiting to be discovered.
�Abigail Knight,� she said offering her hand to the other girl.
Chocolate eyes went from the hand to the face and back again as if searching for some kind of hidden trick. �Millicent Bulstrode.� Her voice was low, and reminded Abby of the phrase �honeyed whiskey.� It was a voice that managed to be elusive and feminine at the same time.
�Thanks for that,� the princess said. �I�m not sure what would have happened if you hadn�t come along when you did.�
The raven-haired girl shrugged one shoulder. �Mandy�s a lot of talk, with very little action,� she returned.
�Still, that was not how I pictured my first day starting.� Abigail gave the other girl a quizzical glance. �Is everyone that hostile or is it simply because I�m in Slytherin?�
Millicent pursed her lips her eyes thoughtful. �Some of both probably. She doesn�t like those she considers competition and in general the other houses think that all Slytherins are, or will be, Death Eaters.�
Abby�s blue-black head fell to the side a scoffing noise escaping her before she could stop it. Millicent raised an ebony brow at that. �Just what could that bubble head consider me competition for, is what I�d like to know!� Crossing her arms over her chest she pouted just a little, feeling a bit like she was being teased but not sure about what.
The other girl laughed a full-throated sound that drew most of the masculine populace�s attention. �I like you,� she said incongruously.
�I�m glad,� Abigail responded dryly. �Now do you mind telling me why she considers me competition?�
�It�s well known that Mandy�s had her eye on most of the Slytherin boys. This year she has her sights set on one Blaise Zabini�who according to recent rumor has found someone else to occupy his attention.�
She stared blankly at the other girl. �And this has what to do with me?�
Millicent laughed again. The other girl�s obvious innocence was endearing and such a welcome relief from Pansy�s simpering. It was a nice change of pace to actually be considered for something other than her imposing bulk. Most of the school seemed to think she was Pansy�s muscle much like Crabbe and Goyle were for Malfoy.
�Well,� Abigail prompted when it became apparent the other wasn�t going to answer.
The dark haired girl flushed. �Sorry,� she said her eyes trained on the floor waiting for the set down that usually accompanied her wandering thoughts.
Abby laid a small hand on the other girl�s forearm getting the young woman to look at her. �Millicent, did I do something wrong,� the concern carrying through her words.
Coffee colored eyes widened dramatically. �What? No! I was�it�s just that�� she trailed off miserably.
�Em, you don�t mind if I call you Em, do you? I am not one of the girls at this school. You�re allowed to have your own thoughts. In fact I much prefer it that way. The last thing I need is more people blindly agreeing to whatever I say.�
Millicent smiled at the ramblings that poured out of the other girl having no trouble at all following along even though it seemed she jumped from topic to topic with the ease of a cat. �No I don�t mind Em, it�s much better than Millie,� she rolled her eyes. �But unless I�m greatly mistaken, we should probably get a move on, otherwise we�re likely to be late. What�s your first class?�
Abigail got the distinct impression that the other girl was avoiding have to answer why that Mandy girl seemed to think she was competition, however she let it go knowing the young woman was right. Glancing down at the schedule tightly clutched in one hand she grimaced slightly. �Transfiguration,� she muttered.
�Looks like we�re headed to the same place,� Millicent replied. �I take it that you�re not fond of Transfiguration?�
�It�s not one of my better subjects; I do enjoy the challenges the class presents. I just wish it came as naturally to me as it does Kaleaha or Martika,� Abby answered running a hand through her blue-black tresses.
�Oh and who are they,� she asked knowing there was a connection there but not exactly what it was.
�My cousins, older and younger respectively,� Abby answered without thought.
�And the redhead,� the raven-haired girl pressed.
�Another older cousin, Aislinn, though she�s younger than Kaleaha.� Abigail cocked an eyebrow. �What�s with the twenty questions?�
�Can�t I be curious,� Millicent asked trying to hide a grin.
�Sure, but I get the feeling that this is more than curiosity,� the princess returned.
�Perhaps it is,� Millicent answered. �I�ll never tell.�
�Fine then keep your secrets�I�ll find out eventually,� Abby shot back blowing a raspberry at the taller girl.
Millicent laughed as the two arrived just as the professor did. Taking seats near the back of the class they pulled out parchment and quills waiting for McGonagall to begin. Both of them were extremely glad to have found a female friend in their male dominated Slytherin world.
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