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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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A/N: I will try not to be very graphic but this chapter isn't for children.

Falling into Destiny
Chapter Eight

It had take shockingly little time for the Parkinson's rumors to spread about the Slytherin commons, and seemingly less time for other houses to start whispering about it as well. You could practically feel their eyes and their scorn. What was worse was the fact that with every two or three people who suddenly found you the social stink bomb, there was a wizard who had their interested in you tripled. If it wasn't for the fact that it was happening to you, it might have been interesting to see how the rumor of easy sex brings those craving it to the public's eye.

Hastily you moved through the halls with your head held high. No matter how much it hurt to know that the whispers were about you and unfavorable things, you weren't going to let the pains how on your face. You refused to let Pansy win like that and you refused to let Draco know that he'd found a way to get to you as well. As you headed up to the library you noticed that something was nearly burning through your clothes with warmth. You stopped and pulled out the coin that Hermione had given you when you were sure there wasn't anyone to see what you were doing.

Just as promised what appeared to have been a serial code morphed before your eyes as you held the gold. Based on what the numbers said, Hermione's group was meeting tomorrow night. You curled the galleon in your hand as you tried to remember what she had said about where to meet. There was also the fact that you weren't sure if you should go - after all, that was just energy that you probably shouldn't use up. On the other hand what would that say about the type of witch you were if you didn't show up at something you were specifically invited to? Especially when the invite was for an event that could get people in a lot of trouble if the wrong person found out about it. There was a certain level of trust that this invitation represented and you didn't want to have Hermione think any worse of you if you chose to ignore it.

Mind made up, you slipped the coin back into the tight secret pocket in your robe before continuing on with what you were doing.

You had a day and a night to siphon off some extra energy. That was challenging all on it's own. But now you also had to worry about doing it in a way that didn't tarnish your reputation even further. No matter how willing some of the people may be been they would have blabbed with their friends and probably embellished the story. You could imagine that they'd take it out of the context of a dream just to make themselves seem more attractive. Which was going to go for nightly energy gatherings as well...Draco's little comment had really screwed you over.

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There was a certain rush that came with the lack of guilt. You smiled down at the boy sitting below you, hands still wrapped around his neck. His arms made a nice little blockade around your waist, spreading warmth the likes that only skin to skin contact could induce. Even though your eyes were alight with inner blue fire, you weren't exactly starving so keeping control was a tiny bit easier. Which meant that you knew that it was about time to move your arms above his head now and slip out from his hold. The tricky part of all that was going to be doing it without him seeing. It wasn't like either you or he simply let go of one another as you had magically bound both yours and his wrists together. Which meant that you had to do a bit of maneuvering before you slid off of his lap.

Blaise stopped you as you started to re-buttoned your shirt. You kept your eyes closed even though you had turned your back to him. He shouldn't have been offended by that, it was just something you'd done to lower exposure and had been doing for the last two days of make-out sessions. When you'd first tossed the idea at him he'd been more than ready and you'd found a way to work in the idea of binding each other's hands so that it didn't get too out of control. You had continued to let him think that the only reason you weren't ready to finish what had been started was because of the fear of an untimely pregnancy. In part that was an actual concern but mostly you didn't want to risk sucking him dry. Plus you knew that you didn't want to go down that road for as long as you could help it.

As his hands popped free of the enchantment holding them together you completely stilled. That might also have been because of the lips which brushed along the ridge of your ear. His breath was hot against your skin as he spoke out.

"Marry me."

Fuck.

You would have thought that it would have been a lot harder to make you lose track of everything that you were doing. That you should have expected something like that. After all, you were a creature made out of passion. At your core you pretty much embodied lust and pleasure. Which you had denied to him on the basis that you and he weren't married. Then you proceeded to dangle the carrot for two days as you gathered energy from him, two days of meeting up every two or so hours and finding creative ways with your mouth to draw out his pleasure. All without unhooking yours and his arms or without taking his pants off. One hand slipped inside of your shirt and the cup of your bra. He scraped his fingernails against already hardened nipples, sending tiny shockwaves to your spine. His other hand worked on unbuttoning your white shirt from the bottom up.

"We can't," you finally managed to get out as the guilt finally started to set in.

With it though came the never ending hunger. You'd only had a moment as you buttoned up your shirt where it hadn't been thundering in your head. Just a single moment, and now it was back. The urge to continue on raced through your veins in a way that even Zabini couldn't understand.

"Zabini...we can't," even you knew that your voice wasn't that convincing.

You felt his sway behind you as he started to move back, pulling you along, towards the teacher's desk. It had been unused until very recently and the only thing currently on it was his thick robe which hadn't been there a moment ago.

"Why?"

"You're fifteen."

See, that was something that should bother you a whole lot more than it currently did. He was still two years away from being the legal age to do practically anything with. He still had two more years of school while you were facing graduation this year. Not to mention the fact that you'd refused a lot of things based on age before...

"We can send an owl to my mother tonight. I will make her agree."

For a moment as he stopped at the desk you couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to be on bottom. Despite how domineering he was being with pulling you back to the desk, it almost felt like he was waiting for you to climb back on top against. Which you shouldn't have been envisioning nearly as much as you were.

The words slipped out as a last line of defense. "I'm already married."

That got him to stop. He turned you around so that he could search your face. You kept your eyes extremely downcasted to the point of them being closed. You could feel his hands tighten around your shoulders as he struggled between lust and logic. Just like you were.

"Who?"

He had to ask you again before you answered him. "Draco."

Blaise didn't let go of you as he went quiet. His mind seemed to work with a quickness that you couldn't keep up with.

"Have you…?" it was easy to guess where he was going with that line of questioning.

"No," you instantly denied. "The whole time he's been at Hogwarts, he's been an ass."

See, this whole being honest with Blaise thing was still kind of strange. You had stopped trying to question it though, chalking it up to an innate trust that he only wanted what was best for you. That's what your father told you would happen with anyone you enthralled - that they would only seek to do what was best for you. You couldn't exactly control Zabini's actions but you could trust him enough not to truly get you in trouble. And with that you supposed came the comfort of telling him the truths you normally didn't say.

"You've been married all this time? How long?"

"Since we were kids," you confided in him.

"How long?"

It was easier to ignore the hunger the more you talked. It wasn't like you were going to forget it was there completely. It was just that talking seemed to lessen Zabini's libido, which had been a very pressing issue. Not just in the physical sense either; his energy was in a state of readiness that didn't seem as apparent the less aroused he was.

You racked your brain to try and remember the exact year. It had been so long ago before you were even fully aware of what such a bond would mean. Practically right after He-who-must-not-be-named fell. And you remembered snow...snow and presents.

"Thirteen years," you said quietly, vaguely remember Draco being laid down next to you as a toddler.

"What month?" Blaise pressed.

You were really tempted to look at him to try and figure out what he was getting at. Really tempted. But you kept your eyes down as you know that their inhumane appearance would not be in your benefit to reveal.

"December. Why?"

His lips found yours within moments and you didn't even attempt to resist him as he picked you up. You found yourself up on the desk really quickly and he was standing between your legs. Your back arched and a gasp fell out of your mouth as he pressed his knuckle into you, slipping between your private folds easily with the pressure he applied. You felt him uncurl that finger in the most intimate of ways.

"You've been married to him thirteen years and he hasn't consummated it?" You couldn't see his face but you knew from the way his voice sounded that he had on a proud look. "He's a fool. Unfulfilled contracts aren't worth the parchment they're written up on after passing the anniversary representing death."

Somehow your mind was more interested on the fact that he'd moved his finger away than figuring out what he meant. "What?"

"And at the end of this month, your marriage to him is void."

You weren't sure what shocked you more - the feeling of his tongue replacing his finger or the words that had fallen off of it.
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