A/N: Here is the next chapter!! Thanks to all who reviewed! I don't know if anyone has noticed my quotes I put at the beginning of the chapters, but unfortunately they are my inspiration. Sometimes I spend hours finding a good quote before I start the chapter. This is one of those times... Hope you enjoy it!
Being Georgiana by Spring Turkey
"Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."
Blaise Zabini POV
When I realised what I was doing, I stopped. I knew she would go all the way with me right then. I had removed many a chastity belt in my time, but I couldn't go through with this. I couldn't. Everything Snape, everything Draco had told me was swimming through my head.
"What's wrong?" I heard her ask. But I couldn't meet her eyes. I could feel her heart beating madly, the warmth of her skin. I could smell her hair. My hormones were raging to the point I barely felt human.
"We - I can't do this," I breathed. I surprised myself more than her, I think.
"Why? I'm not good enough for you?" she demanded. Of course Georgiana Robins would jump to that conclusion.
"Definitely not," I replied, still not looking at her. I felt her frown persist.
"Then what?" I tilted my head that small angle to meet her gaze. No, glare.
"Trust me, you don't want this," I said. Her features softened in the slightest possible degree.
"How do you know what I want?" she answered. Now that I was looking, I could absorb what she looked like. Her hair was messy in all of its ginger fantasticness. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wild. And all of her clothes - at least what I could see due to our close proximity - were wrinkled.
"I'm not a good person, Georgiana. I've been in this situation with a lot of girls. I've taken them without a second thought. And that's just at school," I babbled. I rarely babbled, and when I did, it was to my mother. Not Georgiana Bloody Robins.
"And you think I don't know that? I'm not a bloody idiot with biscuits for brains," she almost spat at me. "I'm extremely aware of your situation. Did you consider at all that I don't care?" I absently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, reminding me of that time that seemed oh-so long ago.
"But you should care. You're Georgiana Robins and you never so much as blink without thinking of the consequences. And here you are - willing me to shag you senseless in the middle of a classroom? Who are you?" I said. I wasn't angry at her, but I could see that's how she received it. Her body felt a bit limp and she averted her eyes. And then she gave out a painfully dark chuckle.
"I spent my whole life building a fortress of solitude - of safety. And then I let you come along and shatter it, and you won't even cross the bloody threshold!" Georgiana cried. I blinked. Twice. She had me thinking for a second about why I was rejecting her. Then of course the reason why I was there at all came back to me. Voldemort. The stupid mark burned on my arm, that I had just noticed Georgiana's hand was wrapped around.
"I'm sorry." I felt guilty for leaving her there with no explanation. The corridors were as empty as always during lessons, so I had no trouble getting to the common room undisturbed. Visions of Georgiana standing in that room alone were haunting me.
"Draco!" I exclaimed at seeing my friend sitting in a chair facing the fire.
"Had fun?" he asked, voice dripping with bitterness. I was confused as hell.
"What on earth are you talking about?" I said, suddenly catching the alcohol smell on his breath.
"Fucking Georgiana?" was his forceful reply. I was stunned. One, how did he know I was with her? And two, why was he pissed about it?
"Draco, you're smashed," I said cautiously. If looks could kill, I would be severely dismembered. "Besides, weren't you snogging the Weasley?" Despite his crazed looks, he flushed.
"To clear my - hic - 'ead. I'm losin' my bloody mind about this girl, mate. It doesn't even make - hic - sense." The angry Draco that had been before me only moments ago was gone, and in his place was a shaking boy.
"I didn't shag her," I said after a minute. The shuddering stopped. "I stopped before anything happened. But you have to explain to me what is happening."
"I talked to Snape. He knew something was up," he began.
Flashback
"Draco, what is occupying your mind so much that you're nearly failing everything you're doing?" Snape asked, towering over Draco. Draco stiffened.
"It's irrelevent to anything. We're doing our part of the job and that's all that matters," he replied coldly.
"There's something about the girl, isn't there?" he asked, curling his lip into that awkward smile.
"No, it's nothing, I-" Draco stuttered. Being anything but smooth was very out of character. And that basically gave it away.
"I suspected it as well, but of course I never believed it could be true," he continued. Draco looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"What the bloody hell are you going on about?" Draco demanded. Snape's face held the smirk.
"Have you ever heard of soul mates, Mr Malfoy?" was the reply.
"Yeah, of course. It's a load of dung, though," he said, sounding uncomfortable about the topic.
"Ah, yes, most people believe so. As did I until I began to notice small things. What form does your patronus take, Draco?" Draco frowned at him. What did that have to do with anything?
"It's a lion," he said, still not getting where that was going. But he hesitated all the same. How embarassing was it that a Slytherin's patronus was the Gryffindor sympol?
"And Miss Robins, I believe, produces a lioness patronus. What is it you smell in Amortentia?" he asked again. Draco had to think about the question. It was just as dumb, but he answered anyway.
"Baking bread and freshly laundered robes," he answered.
"After the first observation, I checked with Professor Slughorn on this one, because surely it wasn't possible."
"What wasn't possible?" said Draco slowly.
"Miss Robins smells the same thing! Isn't that interesting? So I decided to check one more thing, just to be certain. I checked the school records for this one, under the radar I'm afraid," Snape said. Draco was more confused than ever. "Your wand, Draco, is made of what?"
"Oak and dragon heartstring," he said. Many thoughts were going through his mind, but he was almost robotically answering the questions.
"How odd! Georgiana Robins uses a-" he pulled out a slip of parchment and read off of it, "'10 1/2 inch oak wand with a dragon hearstring core,' according to her file."
"So what? I'm sure loads of other people have the same thing!" Draco yelled, standing up from his chair. If Snape wanted to play head games, he could use someone else.
"Calm down, Draco. According to myth, every witch and wizard has a 'soul mate', and about ninety-five percent of people never even meet theirs. Now most people don't believe this, and I myself was confused, because you've known eachother since practically birth! Why would it only kick in now?"
"Exactly. It makes no sense," Draco agreed, calming down a bit.
"But I decided to check a book out of the library. It answered my question. It kicks in around puberty, and since you only started speaking to Georgiana Robins a couple months ago, it makes perfect sense. You have to be in contact with them."
"So even if this load of bull was true, what does it even mean? That we're supposed ot be madly in love and marry each other? Because we're definitely not," Draco said stubbornly.
"Falling in love has nothing to do with soul mates, contrary to muggle stories about it. It simply means you are two halves of a whole. You are connected. And it is not uncommon for you each to feel a sense of ownership, protectiveness if you will, about each other. You can deny it, Draco, but just by my observations, it is true," Snape finished.
End Flashback
I was stunned. Truly stunned. I'd never believed the bull about soul mates. But Snape was not one to make up love stories.
"Okay," I finally managed to say. There was this strange feeling building up inside of me that I couldn't explain. I decided to ignore it and concentrate on Draco. It took a second for me to realize that my friend, Draco Malfoy, my brother, was hurting. "What will help you?" Silence. For a while
"I need to see her. I don't think it effects us well if we're apart for long." I thought back to Georgiana's anger from earlier and silently agreed. "Just - could you not touch her for a bit?" he asked.
"Of course," I agreed, like any good friend would. "She'll probably be in the library right now. She had double Divination, which she skived off."
"Thanks," he said before disappearing out of the door. Why did I suddenly feel very angry at the prospect of staying away from the girl I supposedly didn't care for? Why was I jealous that Draco was her soul mate?
Georgiana Robins POV
After Blaise left me in that classroom, I, angrily, made my way to the library. First he makes me skip class, and then turns me down! I must have set a record - I don't think he'd ever turned a girl down. Now that I wasn't raging with hormones, I was pretty glad we hadn't done anything, but the thought still upset me.
"Hi," I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice say. I looked up from the furious writing that I was in the middle of to meet eyes with Draco Malfoy.
"Look who's talking to me again," I replied dryly. But my insides filled with a strange happiness when I looked at him. I was sincerely happy that he was talking to me.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he said, sitting down across from me. He looked horrible and smelled like alcohol. And I told him that, but he just laughed. "I have to explain something to you."
"Okay," I said slowly. That was a bit of a surprise. I listened as he told me of some encounter with Snape.
By the end I was in disbelief.
"You've got to be kidding," I said finally. He shook his head.
"What did you feel like when you saw me?" he asked. I opened my mouth, but I didn't really have to answer. Because he obviously felt it too.
"So it doesn't mean I'm supposed to be in love with you or anything?" I asked cautiously. Because I really wasn't.
"Hell no." I let out a sigh of relief.
"What are we supposed to do?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I guess what we've been doing. There's no reason to do anything different," he replied, running his hand through his hair. Then he answered the question I had in the back of mind. "I don't know what happens if one of us dies, but I guess we'll see, right?" I could tell he was trying to make me laugh about it. But I knew he was a Death Eater and his days could be numbered.
"And Blaise?" He visably tensed. "I know you guys are really close. If you want me to end it with him, I will." Though the idea of that was not comforting at all, I wasn't about to get in between them. Surprisingly, he took a while to answer.
"Are you sure?" he said finally. I wasn't at all. I didn't know how to explain my feelings about Blaise, but he made me feel alive. On top of that, I really didn't do well with people leaving me, and I wasn't sure how I'd handle it.
"Yes," I replied. By the look on his face, he knew I was lying. He didn't say anything, though. "If you think it will help you."
I wish I could explain the bond between Draco and I that formed. I knew I didn't love him. I didn't feel about him like I did about Blaise - not that I loved him either. But it made me happy to see him. Before he left, he hugged me and whispered 'thank you' into my hair.
"Georgiana?" Ginny's voice said. I had been looking in the direction that Draco had went and jumped at her voice.
"Oh, hi Ginny," I said, returning to my school work. "How are things?" I knew that was a stupid question because I'd seen her only a couple of hours ago.
"Er, fine, I guess. Listen, I don't want you to be mad at me for what you saw today." Ah, Ginny. Always the straight forward one.
"How long were you listening?" was my immediate reply. I wasn't angry.
"Long enough. I wasn't eavesdropping, I was on the other side studying and I didn't know you were here. Then I heard Draco talking and..." She didn't have to finish that sentence. She heard everything. Whether she believed it was another story. I was still not sure myself. But it made too much sense to ignore. "I kind of went looking for the book he mentioned, and, well, it seems pretty legitimate.
"Do you like him? Or was that just a random snog?" I was not usually this direct. Ever. But I'd absorbed enough information for one day.
"It was pretty spontaneous. But I have a feeling he was using me to get his mind off of you," said Ginny. That made sense, I guess. And she didn't actually answer my question, but I pretended not to notice.
"This is crazy," I whispered, pressing my palms against my forehead. "Now I have to go break up with Blaise. And I really don't want to. But it's for the best. I wouldn't be able to stand Draco being upset. Not that it really makes much sense, and urgh!" I cried. There was way too much going through my mind.
I felt like I was going to explode.
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A/N: Okay, please don't harp out your criticisms yet... This part of the story I'd actually had planned from the start. BUT, I do appreciate constructive criticism, so feel free! Anyway, let me know if you like it or not. And if anyone has any suggestions, I'm open!