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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 Nine

It hadn't been nearly as hard as you would have thought to get to the seventh floor where Hermione had told you to meet her. Nor had it been that hard to get away from Blaise. It seemed that the information he'd given you inspired a certain shift in the dynamic, something you couldn't quite put your finger on. Whatever it was you had the feeling that it was one part dangerous and another part exciting. Especially considering the fact that despite having gone further than you ever had on the physical plane, you hadn't killed him. Blaise was still alive. Granted he'd stopped before true coitus had been initiated but still it was exciting. So much so that you practically had a spring in your step until you realized how foolish and childish that felt.

As you'd passed a round birdcage dangling from the ceiling for the third time, you'd started to wonder if your foolishness extended to this too. After all, who waited around for someone to find them when that very act could get them in trouble? Umbridge wasn't known to take very kindly to anyone who broke her rules. It wasn't that you really cared about her or her rules but you didn't want to risk expulsion when you were so close to graduating you could taste it. Like you'd told Hermione - this was your last year, you just had to make it through.

You nearly jumped when you felt someone move up from behind you. It took you a moment to calm down even when you realized that it was Hermione. The fact that she looked pleased and not at all in a rush was assuring even as she led you towards one of the walls.

"Have you heard of the Room of Requirements?"

You shook your head; in all honesty you hadn't. That didn't seem to surprise Hermione in the least. If anything she seemed to gain a more giddy sort of air, not that she was what you would call giddy. It was just that the idea that you hadn't heard about such a room had given her a sort of self-assurity she didn't have prior to this.

"Okay, so it's a room built into Hogwarts with the sole purpose to provide people with what they need. The trick is that you have to pass it three times while thinking about what you need. The door will appear and you should be able to get in. All you need to think about is finding a safe place to practice defensive magic."

"And walk passed the otherwise invisible door three times," you reiterated.

"Exactly. Now come on, we're almost late."

It only took a minute before you and Hermione were standing in a room with high arched ceilings. The room was one part gothic castle and another part fun house. The mirrors, tarnished as they were, reflected the blue flames of the torchlight all around the room. It touched on every student and object and gave it all a rather magnificent quality. Though that might have been from the awe that you were struck with when you saw so many students already there. And yet you were the only Slytherin there.

Talk about awkward.

Hermione didn't seem to mind what house you were in after all this time, but that didn't mean that everyone else was ready to forgive and forget. Not that you could blame them really - members sorted into your house weren't exactly known for how friendly they were. Most of them tended to hold views that were all about self-interest which put them at odds with both Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors just by ideology alone. Then there was the fact that it was no secret how tense the relationship between Harry Potter and practically every slytherin (like Malfoy) was. Which definitely explained why all the other students quieted down and naturally, ever so slowly, shifted into a crescent moon shape around the boy with the scar.

You looked over all of them as the giddy sensation from your time with Blaise quickly wore off. This reaction, this one right here, probably should have been something you considered prior to blindly accepting Hermione's invitation. You could tell that she meant well but there was just a lot of bad blood between you and the rest of the group simply do to where you were sorted when you were eleven years old. Silly but it was a powerful dividing force that became very evident as you watched some of the people's expressions turn from surprise to suspicion.

There was a certain hard quality to Hermione that you'd barely gotten a chance to appreciate before this as she stood beside you. Though another word to describe it definitely could have been stubborn. She looked to her two long term friends with a pointed stare. Harry was the first one to catch on.

"Right, well, that's the last of us. We should probably start practicing now."

Just like with any other teacher, Harry did not have the complete attention or cooperation of the students. He did, however, get most of it. Which meant that even though you kept feeling glances shot your way as you attempted to join in on whatever it was their doing, people were still getting ready as well. Hermione was possible a godsend in this moment because she willingly chose to pair up with you for the practical application portion of the night. She was shocking quick on the draw and more and more as the night wore on you found that you often forgot to verbalize the protection spell. What gave you the advantage was that this was your last year of formal education which meant that you'd had some practice with nonverbal spells prior to this. Which she definitely picked up on but didn't say aloud for the simple fact that the protego charm appeared to defend you regardlessly.

By the end of the night you'd almost forgotten that almost all of the other students probably thought that you were going to hex them when their back was turned the moment you'd walked into the room.

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Morning came exceedingly quick given the fact that you'd relegated yourself to staying to one person's dream. It was the preparation time for the day which seemed to drag on - seriously, why did it always take so long to get enough space to brush your teeth when you woke up with the other slytherin females? Once that was taken care of you'd made your way towards the great hall.

When you'd gotten to the large chamber, you were surprised to find that Blaise wasn't there yet. It was odd considering that he seemed punctual for everything. Especially considering the fact that he was practically wherever you went as though it were mere happenstance. The person who was already there, sitting down and penning a letter by the looks of it, was Malfoy. Needless to say that you'd chosen the spot at the Slytherin table that was farthest away from him yet still had food laid out. Unlike at dinner time, not the entire length of the table was covered in food. There was still quite a bit to eat but the elves refilled the dishes when they ran out instead of just overloading the hall with food from the start. That way there wasn't too much wasted when students didn't show up to eat their portion in the morning.

As you bit into a piece of toast with preserves on it, Malfoy looked up from his letter. You avoided his eyes as you stared at the back wall. You were determined to make it through the length of the day without getting into a fight with him. If what Blaise had said was true then it wasn't like you would be married to him for much longer and it left a rather interesting sensation floating about your head. Practically since you even had memories you'd always been married to him. Sure it was a childhood marriage where nothing had ever really been expected from one another, but it had still existed. Come the end of the month the contract would cease to exist. It was like realizing that the close yet annoying neighbor you'd known all your life was moving away - it left a sea of uncertainty of what would happen next floating about inside you.

"Father will be here soon."

Malfoy's words broke you out of your musings. You stared at the blond haired fifth year from across the table. You realized with a certain clarity that he believed you were going with him. Though where he'd gotten that idea you weren't sure - you hadn't gone back for winter break since your second year. Of course, it wasn't like you could stay at Hogwarts over the summer but you did choose to stay over the winter break. For the most part it was a restful three weeks with most of the slytherin house gone.

"Have a good holiday," you responded in a civil voice.

Judging by the way that he'd narrowed his eyes and moved down the table to meet you halfway, your suspicions were confirmed. He had expected for this time to be different. As though you'd have suddenly changed your mind about staying at Hogwarts over the summer in favor of going back to the Malfoy manor with him. That much you'd gotten but what you couldn't understand was why he thought that. What made him think that you were okay, at all, with everything he'd said and done?

"Don't play that game with me."

"I'm not playing anything with you Draco," your tone of civility was wearing a little thing at this point.

And then you'd pretty much decided that it was gone when he gave you that look, the one that practically had a visual sneer written all over it. You bit down hard into the piece of toast as you tried to keep your comments to yourself. You really did try to make sure you didn't snap at him. Despite everything that he'd done to your reputation by proxy it would still be a far worse situation for you if you retired some of that fire. Even if he wasn't legally going to be your husband in a few days you knew better than to believe that meant he'd have no influence over your life. Or, more specifically, that his family and their current house guest wouldn't have a part to play in your future.

"You're not planning on staying here over the break."

There was probably supposed to be a question in there somewhere. However, Draco really didn't make it sound like there was one.

"Yes. Just like every other year."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Okay, yep, it had devolved into something childish. You tightened your jaw as you stared at him. Whatever had gotten inside of him this year and died had obviously made him more compelled to be argumentative. Not to mention cruel. Just a few days ago you had thought that you'd might have been able to put some of your faith back in him, that he'd been willing to meet you half way. Then he had went and nearly destroyed your reputation with one comment to Pansy. If it wasn't for how enthralled Blaise was to you at this point, you would have had to finish off your reputation by the necessity to gather energy every night. Draco might have made a comment suggesting that you were a whore but without Blaise you'd have been forced to make it seem true in your attempt to stay alive. You had never felt as trapped as you did while you stared at him right now, nor as low.

"Fuck. You."

That seemed to really set him back. He didn't seem ready for such hateful words to be thrown at him nor the fact that your whole demeanor had switched from civility to on the precipice of attack. It was hard not to get emotional with him after everything that had happened. It was hard to ignore the way that he sat there all smug and confident as though he didn't know about the position that he'd put you in. As though he didn't know the depths of deprivation that he'd made you feel with just a few spiteful words placed into the right ear. Blaise might have been your salvation in this but you knew that by using him, you were also damning yourself. And you were damning him.

You'd started to get up and away from the table when he'd reached out and grabbed your arm. Seriously, one of these days you were going to have to clue him in to how much you hated being man handled. You might have been half-succubus but that didn't mean that you were going to cater to all of his fantasies. Especially when you got nothing out of it.

"What did you just say?" Draco asked as he squeezed your arm.

The fact that he felt like he could do this spoke to the shiny badge on his chest. And to the fact that the only teacher currently up at the high table was Umbridge. Bitch.

"You heard me. After everything you've done to me in the last few day you didn't expect me to hate you for it? Grow up." You stared at him with an incredulous anger.

"Everything I've done to you?" He hissed out.

That fucking brat.

"I'll ask you once, Draco. Take your hand off of my fiancèe."

You stiffened at Blaise's words. You hadn't seen him come in yet he was behind you. In fact, it was hard to even feel him right now, his energy signal was so weak. Guilt fought with anger to be the dominant emotion as you realized how much your gathering energy from him had really drained him. Yesterday and this morning you'd been all too excited over the fact that you hadn't killed him with all of that touching to realize how tired he'd be afterwards.

"Your fiancèe?"

Blaise didn't seem nearly as put off by the tone that Draco used as you were. "Yes. Informally of course. At least until January."

You looked back at him, searching for an answer as Draco continued to hold onto your wrist from across the table. It was almost like both you and he had been suspended into a state of shock over Blaise's announcement. The only one who seemed to be able to move at all was the exhausted yet beautiful man standing behind you. He laid his hand over your shoulder with his arm politely draped over your back in a show of familiar camaraderie.

Draco's eyes turned back to you. "What did you do?"

See, that question made you flinch. There had been a lot that you had done which you knew you shouldn't have, yet survival kind of required you to. And you knew that Draco had an inkling as well. You'd tried to recruit his help in order to avoid making the connection this deep or last this long. There had been an action or two where he'd helped but it was by no means what you'd needed. Although what you'd needed was something you weren't quite sure if you were ready to admit to. Not just yet. Especially given what he'd done after he'd offered that momentary aide.

"It's what you didn't do, Draco," Blaise spoke up. "At the end of the month you and she will no longer have a valid marriage. I don't intend to have that issue."

Goosebumps raced up and down your arms as he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze with his words. You tried in vain to remind yourself that this should be wrong. That you shouldn't enjoy the idea he'd put in your head nearly as much as you did. You'd always refuted it as immoral given his age, the same number that he shared with Draco, but your will power was dissolving faster than you could build it back up. Blaise hadn't died yet and it gave you hope that maybe, maybe you could be married without killing him. Maybe you could have sex without killing your partner. You just had to be a little careful; just a little.

Draco's eyes still hadn't looked away from your as he demanded. "What the hell is he talking about?"

"By wizarding law after thirteen years of an unfulfilled marriage it's null and void," you told him in a tight voice. "We'll both be free. It will be like we were never married."

Thirteen years was the number that represented death after all. After thirteen years of it being consummated the marriage contract had a symbolic death. At which point you only needed to wait seven days to strike up a new one. Or so Blaise had promised you as he'd brought passion and energy to your body that you shouldn't have allowed. If his oral skills were somehow a reflection on his mother then it was no wonder how she'd convinced so many wizards to marry her.

Your body tighten and heated ever so slightly at the thought of such skills. You watched as Draco shivered, his eyes closing for the briefest moment as his skin flushed. You felt his grip loosen at that distraction just as you felt Blaise step in closer to you. His energy pulsed weekly behind you in comparison to Draco's. You pulled your arm away from the blond haired slytherin boy before he had the chance to realize just how loose his grip had gotten in his passion filled distraction. In doing so you ended up taking a half step back into Blaise. He didn't seem to mind.

"Now if you'll excuse us," there was a certain sound of delight in his voice which gave it a lower depth. You felt the change in him a whole lot more than you heard it, though judging by the look of outrage on Draco's face the implication behind Blaise's simple statement hadn't been lost on him either.

It almost felt like you were moving through a dream as Blaise guided you out of the great hall. You could feel burning eyes on the back of your head. They urged you to stop. To sit down. To stay. But so did the weak pulse of power coming from beside you. And right now you'd much rather figure out how to not suck Blaise dry then sit down with what was bound to become a violent Malfoy. Completely enthralling Blaise for the rest of his or your natural life (whichever came first) seemed like the better option when compared with what was behind you.

"Your mother will be coming."

Draco's voice made you pull both you and Blaise to a stop. All of the passion and heat that had been echoing back and forth slowly drained away as you let his words sink in instead. Slowly you turned to look at him with wide eyes. There was a completely triumphant look on his face and for once it was well deserved.

He'd won.
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