Yours, Always
Alright, so this is Part 2. Sorry these stories have taken so long to come around. But, they are here now...
Summary: This is what happens after the Battle at Hogwarts.
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Disclaimer: I do not own this…*Hiccup* and you have come *Hiccup* terms with *Hiccup* that. *Giggles.*
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I knelt easily by the fireplace, waiting for him to come home. It has already been about an hour and I’m getting worried. My heart is pounding and my body is rebelling against me. I am tired--weak--but I cannot disobey him; I won’t.
He has done so much for me and I love him. I promised myself to him and that is what I am doing.
He had said only a few minutes and yet the time had passed, bringing back only anxiousness in return. But still, it is unlike him to be late. I know my Master and he is punctual, easily displeased when others are not. I want to look for him. But no, I stay where I am. However, that does not stop me from thinking about him.
The fire was dimming now, the embers mocking me as the chill set in. As darkness descended upon the room, I remembered everything: He had found me during the summer after my sixth year. Well, more like I had found him. I had been just outside the wards of the Burrow when I came across him. He had been hurt, the cutting curse I suspected. Still in his Death Eater robes, he was bleeding profusely and his body was twitching from Crucio.
He looked up at me, resigned almost, and waited for me to make the move. Vaguely, I had wondered why he did not curse me but that had been the only thing keeping me from cursing him right then.
I asked him his name but he seemed reluctant to talk to me. So, cautiously, I sat down and cast a few spells to stop the bleeding and conjured some water, urging him to drink and that I wouldn’t poison him if I had wanted to kill him.
He did as asked, albeit reluctantly, before backing away from me and finally bringing his wand into view. He placed it carefully in front of himself, within reach, and I granted him the same courtesy. First though, I cast a silencing charm. It felt good to be of Age.
“Look, I know you know I am a Weasley, it is probably the most obvious thing in the world, but know that I mean you no harm.” I informed him.
“How can I believe you? You are part of the Lightest families in the Wizarding World. For all I know, you would turn me over to the Ministry.” He grimaced but made no move for his wand.
“Of course, because sitting here without holding my wand and talking to an obvious Death Eater shows that my intention is to harm you. Are you really that thick or do you work at it?”
“Don’t insult me child.”
“I am no child and you would do good to remember that.” Damn my mind. As I spoke, my mind started wandering to domination. I was seventeen, what do you expect? He was not ugly by any means.
He had golden skin and hair the color of sand. His eyes were a piercing brown with green flecks and his face was young, barring a scar reaching from his right temple, across his eye and down to his upper lip. Yet, it made him more appealing.
Unaware of his abilities, I looked up into those same eyes I was fantasizing about and I could tell the instance something changed. I could almost feel the air shift and he rose up.
Quick as lightning, I was pulled from my seated position and pulled back against his broad chest. (Mmm, hard from training. Bad…Bad). I could feel his breath on my neck and, without provocation, I felt myself relax. Somehow, I felt I could trust him.
He leaned in, his lips resting next to my ear, “Is this what you want pet? Is this what you were fantasizing about; not even knowing me for more than an hour? Intriguing.”
“Yes,” I hadn’t wanted to admit it but it just slipped out.
“Why? I am your enemy.”
Reluctantly, I wormed my way from his embrace, feeling no resistance from him. I turned to look at him. “I trust you. I am not the best judge of character and I do not claim to know who is good or evil or what but I trust you more than I trust myself. If you were to kill me right now, I would put up no fight. I trust you and that is that. Hell, I don’t even know your name.” I opened my arms and dropped my head back, making myself an easy target. Even if he killed me, it would be better than being at ‘home’ or school.
Whoever made up the bollocks about butterflies and fireworks and all that rot was hallucinating. However, I did feel something so maybe it wasn’t all that wrong. He was the only person I had ever trusted immediately and felt the need to give control to. Damn the fates…Or bless them, depends who you ask.
Closing my ears, I felt him approach, once more bringing me into an embrace. With my head on his chest, he let down his mask. “I don’t know how you do this to me, a mere child. I could not hurt you if I wanted to. You are my soul mate and that is why you trust me.”
“How…”
“Shh, I will explain.” I watched him smile softly, silently berating myself for acting like a love sick girl. “I have never had anyone tell me they trust me, besides my brother. I have never had anyone help me while I was injured. You did not need to and you could have very well killed me or turned me in to the Ministry but you didn’t. You trusted me simply because you felt it was right. I only realized the truth when I felt your thoughts of submission. Sure enough, there on the palm of your left hand was a red diamond with a capital R in the middle. It is a symbol I carry on my lower back. It could only appear on my soul mate. That means you.”
I stood there dumbstruck. I, a gawky seventeen year old, was the soul mate to someone I had stumbled upon accidentally. It was a little much to take in. But the proof was there, on my palm. He spoke the truth and knowing the traditions, I put my hand on his cheek, my thumb caressing his scar, and murmured softly, “I accept.”
He smiled and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. Against them, he whispered, “My name is Rabastan.”
My memories disappeared slowly as I came to awareness. I did not think I had fallen asleep. I felt a had running through my hair and saw myself in our bedroom. I didn’t remember coming into here and yet here I was. That could’ve meant only one thing, I had fallen asleep. Oh no.
My body tensed and the hand stopped caressing my locks. Shaking, on the verge of tears, I spoke. “I’m sorry Master. I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t. I tried, I’m sorry.” My voice stuck in my throat and I could feel the tears spill through my lashes. I couldn’t help it. I had disappointed him. “I-I…”
My head dropped from his chest and I backed from my position next to him, kneeling on the bed in the same position I had been in the Living room.
Master put his hands on my arms and started to pull me forward. I tensed again. “Pet,” He warned and I relaxed my body, moving with him. He sat me on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder.
“What do you think you did wrong, love? You may speak freely.”
“I-I fell asleep on you Master. I was waiting and now I’m in here. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I‘m sorry, sir.” My voice wavered but I said what I needed to.
“No, pet, you did not. I found you unconscious. You were exhausted and you had a fever. It only broke a couple of hours ago. I had not expected you to wake up. Why did you not tell me?” He asked, waiting patiently for me to gather my thoughts.
“I thought I would be okay. You said you would be back in a few minutes and the longer you were gone, the more I worried. I think I over worked myself.”
“I had not expected to be gone so long. I had to report and He kept us longer than expected. I thought we had agreed you would tell me these things?” He sounded disappointed. Now that was true pain.
“I know but I didn’t feel that bad. I was only a little sore. If I had felt that bad I would have told you. I guess the Battle took a lot more out of me than I had noticed.”
“I agree. So tonight you will rest. Is that clear?” His concern was palpable.
“Yes Master.” He acknowledged me and proceeded to get up, tucking me in. I swallowed, “Sir?”
“Yes, love?”
“Would you stay with me? Please?”
“All you had to do was ask.” He stripped down and smiled, climbing into bed and pulling me against his chest. He was as exhausted as I was.
“I love you.” I whispered as I drifted off.
“I love you.” I heard, softly whispered into my hair and followed by a kiss.
Together, we slept through the clean up of the proceeding battle and through the following day. Together, we lie in each other’s arms. He had his soul mate and I had my Master.
In my heart was the one thing I had never felt before: