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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 official disclaimer...as always these characters do NOT belong to me!!!

Chapter Eight

Aislinn really did try to pay attention to what Professor Bins, the Magical History teacher, was saying but it was becoming increasingly difficult the longer he droned on. Honestly, how could one man go on for so long in that monotone? It managed to grate on her already taut nerves. It was absolutely mind-boggling not to mention incredibly annoying.
Part of her irritation was due to the fact that a certain blonde haired gray eyed Slytherin was staring a hole in her back. She itched to turn around and give him a rather large piece of her mind. She didn�t mostly because she felt certain that it would only encourage the annoying brat prince.
How Abigail could put up with him was beyond her. He was conceited, self-centered, and good looking. Aislinn jerked as if physically struck by that thought. Good-looking? Was she high? Okay, so there was something compelling about those stormy gray eyes, those oh so kissable lips, and a body that just wouldn�t quit. But he was rude, another corner of her mind whispered as if she had somehow had managed to forget the way he had treated her this morning at breakfast.
As a noble of the Sidhe high court she had enough sense not to act as if she were somehow better than everyone else. As a princess her behavior was constantly under a microscope. Whether good or bad her actions were judged by the people she would one day rule. It was a weight that she had accepted long ago even if she didn�t particularly care for it.
He�s doing it again; her inner voice seethed as another projectile sailed over her head to land on the table in front of her. Titters of laughter could be heard around her. It took all her considerable willpower not to turn around and throw a hex at him for being so juvenile. She almost laughed at that considering her response wasn�t too much more mature.
Why did he have to be so attractive, she wondered crossly? She let her head fall heavily on the desk in front of her a couple of times hoping to dislodge the thought. She felt someone stop by her table and sending a silent prayer up to Danu lifted her eyes to meet a deep penetrating brown stare. Letting out a breath she didn�t realize she had been holding she offered a tremulous smile.
The smile did nothing to diminish the concern swimming in those coffee colored depths. �Is everything okay,� the young man asked.
�Nothing I can�t handle,� she answered.
�I�m aware of that Aislinn, but that�s not why I asked,� he returned.
�Gregory, I appreciate the concern but I�ll be fine,� she said gathering up her things to leave.
�Please Ais,� he implored, �don�t be like that.�
�Tell me why I should trust you,� she demanded as she stopped loading her books arms folded over her chest.
He leaned back against the wall his eyes never leaving her face. �You probably shouldn�t,� he held up a hand when she would have interrupted. �Aislinn, I may look like I don�t know what�s going on but I do. I realize that something is seriously out of balance here.�
She didn�t know what to make of that. He certainly didn�t sound like the goon she had heard whispered about in the halls. He seemed to be quite the opposite in fact. She stared at him for a long time trying to figure him out. There was something going on here, something that danced just out of reach. She was sure that given time it would all make perfect sense but right now all that it did was aggravate an already tense situation.
Turquoise eyes searched his face as if he somehow had the answers that she seemed to lack. Sitting on the edge of the desk she sighed. �I honestly, don�t know what to say to that. Some things happen because they are meant to be.�
Gregory ran his hands through his dark hair. It was an action that screamed frustration. Aislinn had no idea what he was annoyed about but it was an emotion she was familiar with and recognized all the signs of someone trying to maintain a fa�ade that was falling to pieces.
�Ais,� he started then stopped as the sound of footfalls reached them.
They were interrupted by the blonde menace. Aislinn glared at him hoping he would just go away. She had been sure that he had been on the verge of telling her something important. Now that chance was gone, all because Draco had decided to pull on the young man�s leash.
�Goyle, we�re going to be late,� Draco snapped waspishly. His gray eyes bored into the brunette telling the other boy that he wouldn�t accept any excuses.
Gregory�s eyes turned hard. He now regretted all the years that he had spent acting as Draco�s muscle. �Go on Malfoy, I know the way.� He had a gut feeling that something was happening on a deeper level. What it was he couldn�t have said but he felt it all the same.
�Fine, just don�t expect me to be sympathetic when you�ve lost house points for us,� the blonde barked spinning on his heel.
�You really should have listened to him,� Aislinn said watching the blonde�s retreating back. She couldn�t understand how she could find him so attractive and repulsive at the same time. Must be hormones she thought derisively.
Goyle scowled. �Why? So I can keep on pretending to be something I�m not,� he bit out his scowl deepening. He hadn�t meant to let that slip out. He really should leave before he said something else he didn�t want anyone else to hear.
Ais laid her small hand atop his. �Sometimes what�s right is harder to do than what�s easy,� she told him.
He squeezed her fingers in response. Gregory lifted dark eyes to hers. �Honestly, Ais, are you sure you�re okay?�
The young woman wanted more than anything to duck away from that searching gaze but she couldn�t do that, though only Danu knew why. �I�ve wanted to be my own person for so long that I can�t remember a time when I didn�t. Now, here I have the opportunity to be that person and I don�t know how.� She didn�t know why she had shared that with him. Maybe it was because he had been so open with her and she could do no less.
Gregory pushed away from the wall, squeezing her hand one more time, �A wise woman once told me�Sometimes what�s right isn�t always what�s easy.� With a wink he released her hand and sauntered out the door.
Aislinn smiled at his retreating form. �She must have been a very wise woman,� she murmured as she walked to her Transfiguration class. She still wasn�t sure she trusted him entirely but someone with a heart that caring couldn�t be all bad, could they? Of course they could, a small corner of her mind answered, take Malfoy for example. That caused her to frown as she tried to work out the puzzle that Draco Malfoy had become.
Gray eyes followed the redhead as she left the room his blood boiling. He didn�t know what Goyle had done to put that smile on her face but all he wanted to do was kill his supposed friend. He had tried to explain away the feelings the young woman had inspired in him. It had been a futile effort at best.
He stormed through the halls fury etched in every line of his face. This was nothing new to the other students of Hogwarts. They had experienced five years of his displeasure. Usually it was caused by a run in with the Golden Trio, as they had dubbed Hermione, Harry, and Ron. However, neither Ron nor Harry was in sight so that couldn�t be the cause.
Just to be on the safe side students went out of their way to ensure they didn�t become the focus of his ire. He had a reputation for lashing out at those that he happened to stumble across after an encounter that left him angry or humiliated. He didn�t bother looking left or right as he moved through the corridors towards his class.
Draco didn�t like the out of control feeling that he had whenever he thought about Aislinn. She was so far beneath him that she might as well be that know-it-all Granger. Yet, whenever he tried to redirect his thoughts and gaze he ended up staring like some kind lovesick fool. It was pathetic, especially for a Malfoy.
When he arrived in Arithmancy he ignored Goyle�s upraised eyebrow taking a seat next to the other boy. His thoughts continued to tumble around in his head. He remembered the way her sea green eyes had flashed fire during their brief encounter this morning. The way the light had danced through those cascading waves and how his hands had itched to know how those silken tresses felt as they slid through his fingers.
He scowled at the board as he realized that even in his own thoughts he sounded like some kind of Nancy boy. �This is getting ridiculous,� he thought vehemently. He held his quill so tightly that he snapped it in half. Those closest turned to see what had happened. His upper lip peeled away from his teeth in his usual sneer, �Is there something you twits needed,� he drawled in a harsh tone. They quickly turned around to face the front of the class.
Draco gave a sigh of relief when the bell sounded the end of class. He gathered his things gray eyes slanting to his left watching as Gregory slid the last book into his bag.
�So what was that all about,� the blonde asked trying for casual and failing miserably if the raised eyebrow was any indication.
�What was what about,� Gregory returned, knowing full well what the other boy was referring to but determined to make this as uncomfortable for him as possible. He wasn�t sure why he felt a connection to the young princess but he would do anything within his power to protect her.
�You know bloody well what I�m talking about,� Draco snapped his patience sapped. The young man he was confronted with now bore no resemblance to the friend he had shared a dorm room with for the last five years. He knew that Gregory wasn�t stupid contrary to popular opinion, but the young man had never directly challenged him in this way.
Goyle turned to the young man straightening to his full bullying height his arms folded menacingly over his chest. �No, actually Malfoy, I don�t have a clue what you�re going on about.�
Draco wasn�t the least bit intimidated by the show the brunette was putting on, and that he felt the need to do it to him�him, of all people was most irritating! �Come off it Goyle, I want to know what�s going on between you and the redhead!�
Gregory shook his head. The blonde didn�t fool him. Draco was a spoiled rich kid used to always getting his way. Now that he wasn�t and by someone he thought he controlled wasn�t going down well. �Who says there�s anything going on?�
Gray eyes narrowed, �Are you deliberately trying to provoke me,� he hissed venomously. He was irrational with jealousy and while part of him recognized this the rest of him was humming with the need for violence like his turf had been invaded upon. He couldn�t explain it but felt it nonetheless.
Sighing Goyle dropped his arms. �Draco, we�ve known each other a long time. So I think the better question would be what�s going on here,� he stressed the last word motioning from himself to the blonde.
Draco was literally shaking with suppressed anger at the brunette�s refusal to answer his question. He leaned into the other boy his gray eyes cold. �You stay the bloody hell away from her,� he ground out clenching his hands so tightly that his knuckles were white with the effort not to strike his friend. �And while we�re at it stay away from me.� He turned, his robes billowing behind him as he swept from the room.
�If it was only that easy,� Gregory told the empty classroom.
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