Chapter 8, Entranced
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"Lia?"
"Arellia?"
The look Mr Mephitsto gave us as we rounded the corner into the guest room that had been hiding away our missing piece was pure ice.
Blaise and I had been preparing for tonight in my room, calming our nerves and trying our hardest to not think about what we were about to do when we had felt a force pull us to our feet.
We were so sure it was our Arellia calling to us that we ran towards her, barely catching a glimpse of the back of her head as her father apperated away with her...
"Lia!" Blaise cried out as he ran in a few steps and turned to me with wide frightened eyes.
"She's...she's gone! What do we do now? Where did he take her? How could he take her? Didn't he hear what my mother said...?!"
He didn't pause for a single breath and I could feel every beat of his growing anxiousness flowing through my own body.
It wasn't a new feeling. I'd always been strangely in tune with Blaise, but it was more heightened than usual. I had to push back the desire to breakdown with him just to step into the room and grab him by the shoulder, pulling him towards me.
We didn't hold each other in any embrace, but Blaise put his head down into my shoulder and took a long deep breath while I put my hand to the back of his head.
"It'll be alright..." I lied.
Everything was not going to be alright, especially after tonight, with or without Arellia in arms reach.
I glanced at my right forearm, appreciating the untouched skin for what could possibly be the last time, letting my eyes wander up to the little triangle mark below my palm.
"Father said this might happen... Arellias father wanted his family out of tonight. It's probably best for her to be miles away. Just for tonight." I said lowly in Blaises ear as his angry shuddering breaths slowed and he lifted his head away from my shoulder, stepping away a little but taking my right wrist in his hand.
"She's gonna be a part of this no matter what. Marked or not. Her father's wishes be damned, she's either part of this or dead." His eyes began to water and I lifted my hand to wipe them away with my thumb.
He had a very good point and a damn good right to be scared.
Tonight we would be marked by Him. We would be glued into one side of the war to come. If Arellia wasn't on our side, she would be dead. And if she wasn't dead, it means we would be.
But Mrs Zambinis words echoed in my head- 'till one of you dies. Then you all do.'
Maybe it wasn't true, that was when we all thought this triad was a different breed of magic...
Maybe we'd all be fine. Maybe not.
As my hand lingered by his face, he pushed it away and sighed.
"I wish we could hide. Run away before tonight, knowing no one would die if we did."
I winced and looked away, staring at the unmade bed that a few nights ago the three of us had shared.
He didn't know about her at least. He couldn't use her against us like he was using our family members to force us into this...
That small part of me made me glad her father had been a coward.
"Do you think he told her?" I asked softly, my voice barely audible.
Blaise sighed again and grabbed my hands in his, kissing the Malfoy signet ring on my right thumb before placing a gentle kiss on my triad mark.
"Either he tells her his version now or we tell her ours at school. Which are you hoping for?"
My wince returned and I pulled back to walk over to the bed, lifting a pillow and bringing it to my face, inhaling a little, catching her scent.
Something stirred in my chest and I smiled faintly, pitifully and in defeat.
"We'll have to wait and see..." I murmured, glancing to the clock on the wall that read quarter past five in the afternoon.
"We have one hour..." Blaise sighed as he joined me on the bed and followed my pained gaze to the wall.
One hour till our fate was long beyond our own choice.
We would become pawns for the dark lord. Nothing would ever be the same again...
A hand on my thigh brought my attention back to Blaise as he gave a weak smile and leaned closer, pressing his forehead to mine.
"An hour is still a long time." He said, moving his hand further up my thigh and dipping his head to press a kiss to my neck, causing a familiar warm shiver.
I looked down at my knees and sighed, too much else on my mind to follow through what I could tell Blaise was initiating.
"I can't... Arellia, the dark lord, the marking, Hogwarts... It's all too distracting...ow!" His teeth nipped my neck and he chuckled at my jump.
"Yeah you can." I could feel his half hearted smirk at the flesh of my neck as his hands worked to unbutton my trousers.
"Blaise, I can't... Oh fuck..." His hand slipped into my pants and as I rolled my head back, his lips caught mine in a deep long kiss.
I grabbed at his shirt and before throwing my wand to the bed stand, I wordlessly closed the door with it.
"You always get your way." I smirked at Blaise playfully as we parted and he pushed me down onto the sheets, the smell of Arellia enveloping me, relaxing me further and giving Blaise more to hold beneath the fabric of my pants.
"You know that's not true Drake." He chuckled, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it aside to kiss down my chest slowly.
I rolled my eyes at him, his playful attitude and hot kisses going further and further towards where I most yearned to be touched and sucked right now. It was keeping me sane in some way.
I closed my eyes and pulled the pillows closer to my face, instinctively inhaling Arellias scent as Blaises tongue met with my shaft.
The world disappeared around us for that hour and the hazy glow continued, even as we got cleaned up and dressed as we were called by a house elf to meet our honoured guest that had just arrived.
We walked like men to the gallows onto the main hall. The very same one we had met Arellia in, and our eyes remained glued to that very spot we had first touched her, right up until we were called up to face Him.
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A/N:
Bit of a POV change for this chapter!
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