Entranced, chapter 2.

A/N: Don't worry, they wont be giddy forever, it's just the triad magic trying to weave them closer together asap

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My head hurt so badly I hissed when my eyes opened, the light in the room setting off a throbbing in my skull.

"Arellia? Sweetheart?" My father's voice drew closer and I could make out his blurry outline as he placed something cool and wet on my forehead which tamed the throbbing, if only a little.

"How are you feeling my darling?" He cooed softly, kneeling down at the sofa I found I was laying across.

I forced myself to sit up, holding the wet rag to my forehead as I groaned out in discomfort...

Flashes of Draco and Blaise played before my eyelids and I snapped them open.

My boys. Where are my boys?

"Those boys..." I began to express my need to be at their sides but my father shushed me and laid me back down.

"They're alright and you can see them in a bit... Arellia... Do you know what's happened?" It didn't soothe me to not know where they were but to know I'd be allowed to see them again did bring some comfort. I shook my head at my father's question.

"Arellia... You magically bonded tonight, as I hoped you would... I want to know my baby will be taken care of no matter what happens to me..." I smiled a little and rolled my eyes with a pained wince at his typical fathering.

He took the rag from my hands to turn it over and press the newly cool side back to my head.

"Well... Sweetheart, it seems there was two eligible matches for your magic. And you need to make a choice." My eyes widened. Choose?! Between them? How on earth was I supposed to do that? I didn't know them enough to decide but the primal ties woven between us tightened at the thought.

I wanted them both, I needed them both. As selfish as it was, my instincts screamed that I would die without them. It scared me.

I wanted to go back in time, never attend the matching at all. Something had come over me and taken over my instincts.

I no longer wanted food or water, I wanted Draco.

I no longer wanted sleep and dreams, I wanted Blaise.

And I no longer wanted to breathe if I could not have them both.

"It's scary... I know and I'm sorry... The magics at the matching can be... Violent and possessive. Some time away will cure that. You won't feel this way forever. You just had two strong matches strike at once and you'll soon feel burnt out..."

I nodded slowly, but a little voice in my head defied his words.

'you'll burn out and die without them...'

I shivered at the starkness of that statement and wrung my hands, urgently wanting this all to be a dream and to wake up already...

"Keeping the three of you apart for a while might help." His voice snapped my back into the room and without thinking, my voice ripped out of my mouth without permission.

"No!"

I blinked in shock at myself and groaned as the throbbing in my head intensified as a result of my outburst.

Father simply smiled sorrowfully and stroked my hair away from my face.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, my baby girl."

"Why? Why are you sorry? Why is it so wrong to want them both?" I snapped, looking him in the eyes and holding back a wince of pain.

"Because... If we let you do this, you'll be a triad. A magical powerful one at that... And it could kill you."

I felt my blood run colder as I watched his face for a sign of a joke.

He was deadly serious though...

"W-what?" I couldn't believe it for a moment. Kill me? How on earth would being with two others kill me? None of it made sense, absolutely none of it.

"I... I want to see them." I said sternly, forcing myself to sit back up and take away the rag, placing it down beside me.

"I want to decide for myself what to do."

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I don't think my body had ever felt this awful. Father's sleeping jinx had really done a number on my head and he was nervous at how badly it had affected me, apologising over and over again as he helped me down the hall.

The matching had taken place somewhere called Malfoy Mannor and I could only assume we were still there from the architecture.

The doors along the hall were tall and arched with black stain and silver door knobs, giving the hall a dark air about it and I felt very thankful for it considering my photosensitive eyes at present.

Slowly, I began to walk ahead of my father, my footfalls faster as I felt pulled. My eyes glanced at each door I passed, a feeling urging me onward until it abruptly brought me to a halt and spun me to face a random door.

No... Not random... I can feel them through it. I swallowed and lunged for the door, opening it without bothering to knock to find their eyes already locked with mine.

"Do come in Arellia..." A voice snarled sarcastically from behind a large desk to the right of the room. But my attention was to the left where the boys sat upright in two chairs, their ties taken off and their top buttons undone, showing me a flash of their throats dipping down into their collar bones.

My god, they were perfect beings...

A woman stepped in my view, blocking them off to growl over my shoulder as my father rushed in behind me.

"So much for having control of the situation..." She sneered at him before exhaling and softening her face to look down at me.

She had a silky yet low voice, still incredibly feminine but dominating. She grabbed my wrist in her delicate grip and turned my palm skyward as she traced the thin skin of my inner wrist.

My eyes widened as I followed her finger to a little mark under my flesh. An impression of a triangle was jutting out just below my palm under my little finger.

It looked like a neatly healed burn mark, a neat little brand and just as pale as my flesh. Barely noticeable at first but now I couldn't tare my eyes away from it.

"They have one too Mephisto." She said plainly to my father.

"Then keep them away from each other. It won't have the chance to grow any larger." The blonde man at his desk hissed, standing up and marching to his son who was still staring at me until he heard his father's words.

"No." He stated, standing up to face him.

"What did you say?" His father snarled, his hand at his wand in warning.

Blaise stood too, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder in support.

"We say no. If destiny has claimed us, then we listen."

The woman dropped my wrist and whined at her son, pleadingly.

"You don't know what you're saying... It's the magic of the triad, it wants to exist so badly it's making you feel things you don't actually feel... Come home with me and I promise in a month you won't even remember her..."

She took his hands and he looked at her with a frown.

"This is what you brought me here for... To find my other. And I have. Don't take me away from her." She sighed and took her son's face in her hands.

"This isn't a matching. This is bad magic that was focused by the matching. It wouldn't have happened on its own, it was welcomed in by mistake. Us parents help channel your inner magics to be more attune to the room and we let this triad happen. We will deal with the consequences of your tantrums and resentment towards us, but we will not see the consequences of your triad gone wrong!" She looked between the three of us and shook her head with growing tears.

"You three don't know what you're asking for. You don't know how lucky you are that you still have the chance to stop this now!" The pain in her voice shook me. She sounded truly fearful for us, like she had experienced a triad go horribly wrong before her eyes... But it could all just be coincidence. This triad was meant to be, the connection-the primal connection between us was so strong so instantly. It could not be bad or wrong... Yet her words held truth...

We didn't know each other, our connection was magical and instinctive. Maybe that's what she was fearful of?

"If I may..." I said slowly, all eyes flicking to me.

"Where is the harm in at least getting to know each other for a few weeks? Then we can decide what to do?"

Dracos father tutted and my father sighed behind me. But Blaises mother regarded me for a while before turning to her son and his friend.

"Are those agreeable terms?"

Their instant nods made a large happy grin spread across my face, but it wavered as she continued, gesturing for me to stand with them.

As soon as I was within their reach, my headache vanished. My aching body relaxed and I held back a powerful urge to nestle myself into their chests.

"If you are so hell bent on this... Then there needs to be rules. No kissing." We all blinked at her like she was mad. That was just way too overprotective and parent like for this situation... But we listened as she continued.

"If you kiss, you seal the triad. There will be no going back and you'll live together until you die. Then you all do."

Wait what?!

"Secondly, this intensity will last a while but not indefinitely. You will feel sick without each other there and if you want to stay together though it then you will need to be supervised if one goes off alone." She eyed me.

"You felt it already, but that is the least of the discomfort you will feel in this first month while apart from one another. Be prepared for it."

"Thirdly-"

Draco's father cut her off.

"No more of this! I won't have my son in a triad!" He spat the word out like it was poison.

"Lucius... We have to let the kids decide." My father sighed, walking over to the furious man and whispered something in his ear.

Lucius' fury quelled and he sat back down.

"Continue, Mrs Zambini."

Her brow raised, as did mine before she held my wrists in her hands once more.

"Thirdly... Look after yourself Arellia. This will be hard emotionally and physically for you. You are your own highest priority in this." I swallowed hard under her intense gaze and nodded, desperate to have this over with and get closer to the boys, my entire being yearning to be wrapped in their embraces.

"Mrs Zambini, Mr Mephisto, arrange for their things to be brought here then. My Mannor will safeguard them through... this." He waved a hand in disgust, but his son grinned and turned to me, followed by the very pleased expression of Blaise.

I would get to live with them? Spend my every waking hour with them?

My happiness could burst from my chest as I shuffled closer and felt their hands grab mine, closing my eyes in a satisfied feeling of completion.

Maybe it was just magical instinct forcing me to feel this way... But it felt too good to defy.

Why would I even want to do that? These gods before me were perfect and handsome and I just knew they would be mine forever once we proved the magic of the triad wasn't manipulating us.

There was something more to it, I just know there was.

We weren't just in the right place at the right time for some dark magic to settle on us, this was fate.

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