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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Eleven

The feeling of being squeezed through a tube was always so enjoyable. You opened your eyes slowly, riding through the feeling of your stomach rolling. The tall columns stood before you, Draco, and the butler Adam. Connected to those very rectangular features were hedges taller than your head. A little farther down was a gate and beyond that the Malfoy manor stretched out and up. The graying stones were familiar to your eyes, more familiar than anything in Hogwarts in one way and yet far more impending. It felt like you were being marched into a cage as Draco started to walk forward. Adam stayed the appropriate amount of steps behind you but it was because of that, that you could feel his eyes brushing up and down your covered body. You weren't sure there was very much to see considering the fact that you had two robes on to protect yourself from the bite in the air but that didn't seem to deter him very much. Just like you had thought - grabbing a hold of his hand had been a bad idea.

You found yourself counting your steps as you got closer to the doors. There was a knot in your stomach as the building seemed to get bigger and bigger before you. Your eyes drifted to the familiar cracks, small enough to be unseen unless someone knew what they were looking for. There were details in the wall that had been painstakingly carved showing a history that few would ever truly know. It was on that even after all these years you still weren't sure you knew neither did Draco. No one can know all the details that went into a house like this, how much a place like this had seen over the years it had been erected. Just like Hogwarts and any other building with ties to a history that you could scarcely imagine. It was all so imposing.

The woman standing at the doorway was even more so. Her black hair was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, leaving an underlayer of white to hang down gracefully. Even as she gently hugged Draco there was an elegance to her that seemed nearly contradictory. Cool, collected but full of familial warmth. You held still as she hugged you in turn while Adam moved around to the back of the house.

"Draco, why don't you go upstairs and freshen up?" Narcissa spoke in her normal tones, the question little more than a thinly veiled command. "Dorian and I have much to catch up on. Oh, and remind your father that brunch will be served soon."

"Yes mother," Draco replied.

Suddenly you were reminded of the fact that it was Adam who had picked you and Draco up, not Lucius Malfoy. Draco had said that it would be his father and yet that hadn't happened. Sure it could have been a lapse of judgement on his part but you had a dreadful feeling that it was something more than that. Especially with the way that Narcissa Malfoy looked at her son as he passed by. There was some sort of meaning behind that look that you didn't understand. It felt like you were missing a piece of the puzzle.

As you stepped inside you couldn't help but feel a chill setting under your skin that had nothing to do with the weather. It was almost like a dementor had been lingering in the area. The chill gripped your beating heart and squeezed, making your chest feel like there had been ice running through it. Mrs. Malfoy didn't seem to notice as she led you to her personal parlour on the first floor. It was by far the largest one in the house, full of many different things. Most of which you had played with growing up.

The russian doll in the corner caught your eyes with it's vibrant paints. You remembered, instantly, playing hide-and-go-seek with Draco and getting locked inside the doll. The smallest one at the time had been just big enough for you to fit in and you had never once considered that something which willingly took people inside of it could have been a bad thing. Well not until you figured out that no matter how hard to tried or screamed that you couldn't get out and that no one could hear you. That had been a disturbingly frightful day. If it hadn't been for your father alerting them to your location you probably would have died in that doll; dehydration would have killed you within a few days. That wasn't the only item in this house that you'd meddled with either; it was however the most brightly colored.

The other thing that really caught your eye was the fact that Narcissa had a spiral rack with various different pieces of clothing on it. Next to it was a privacy screen. It was an odd assortment for her personal parlour that much was for sure.

"Was Mr. Malfoy busy?" you questioned.

She nodded and motioned towards the clothing rack. "Yes. You should change into something more appropriate. We have a guest in the house."

Hope was a funny, fickle thing. It felt like fireworks and at the same time there was an iciness to it that you couldn't shake. Especially as you realized that the hope you felt blossoming was childish, foolish even. If your mother had been the house guest then Narcissa Malfoy would have told you right away. There wouldn't be need for such decorum.

"Why can't I change in my room?"

That was another thing that just didn't add up. Sure you didn't come back here for the holidays like you had in your first and second year but it was still your room during the summer when school was out. Why, all of a sudden, didn't she just send you to your room to change like she had with Draco?

"Ah, I believe that would be because I reside there now."

The voice made you stand up completely straight. There was something so very wrong about it, it was unnatural. You slowly turned around to see who had such a voice that felt so very wrong to hear. The man before you could barely be described as such. His complexion was quite literally inhumane - as though he'd never seen the light of day or had suffered some sort of curse. He had no hair to speak of and his face...it was much more serpent like with it's lack of proper nose. There was something else about him too, something less that made him the ugliest thing you had seen. And that was compared to a werewolf during partial transformation. Or a troll. He was worse in every way that you could imagine. Like his very essence repulsed you. Which was odd because all things considering he didn't seem that ugly, not really, but everything inside of you kept thinking about how he repulsed you. And even though you probably shouldn't have needed any more clues to figure out who he was, the last one you got was in the form of Narcissa's subservient posture.

"My lord," Narcissa murmured. "This is Dorian Black."

Voldemort. Voldemort stood in front of you bold as brass. You knew he'd come back from near death just before the summer but it was something else to see it all together. To see him.

What did you do?

He moved towards you and there really was no way that you could get away from the repulsing entity that he appeared to you as. Not without insulting him. From what you understood people who insulted him tended to end up dead surrounded by dead family members. So for now that was probably the last thing you wanted to do.

"I've heard so little about you."

His tone wasn't malicious but it still made your body tense. Which was funny considering that you had thought it was already quite rigid to begin with.

"My lord, I--"

Voldemort held up his hand which silenced Narcissa instantly. He moved the pale appendage in what you supposed was a graceful motion but everything he did just seemed wrong to you. He was wrong. Everything about him was wrong and you had no idea why you kept thinking that. But when his hand moved through your hair as though he was simply brushing it from your shoulder, you couldn't help but shiver. You had tried not to, you really did, but his touch was...unnatural.

"You know who I am, don't you Dorian?"

You nodded, trying to repress the urge to take a step back. You might have had issues with Draco, you might have even told him to 'fuck off' but that did not mean that you wanted to see the whole of the Malfoy family dead at your feet before you were murdered yourself just because you'd slighted him.

"Just as I know who you are."

The way he kept speaking in hushed tones would have made your heart race it were possible. The fact that you still felt like your ribs were being clenched into an icy vice didn't help either. Voldemort also didn't seem to care about the fact that he was invading your personal space in the least. He seemed to almost reveal in you discomfort.

"I am nobody," you answered back to him in a quiet voice.

There was a cruel smile that played over his face as though he were privy to some humor that was above your understanding. "Come, come. Don't be modest. I may not have heard much about you from Lucius and Narcissa but I still know plenty. Do not think to try and hide yourself from me."

"I'm not hiding."

His smile hadn't quite faded yet as he spoke out towards your guardian. "Narcissa, bring him in."

"Now my lord?" Narcissa questioned in a hushed voice as though she were uncertain.

The fact that he looked over in her directly seemed to be all the reprimand she needed. Narcissa tipped her head in acknowledgement. She moved through the room and like a child you desperately wished she wouldn't leave you alone with this bad man. There were no words to describe what he made you feel with his unnaturalness. You tried to keep your eyes slightly averted and tried not to mind the fact that he seemed to be trying to get a rise out of you for whatever reason. You didn't want to give him the opportunity to find too big of a fault in your behavior.

Voldemort moved more towards your side before taking a seat in one of the chairs in the parlour. You stayed standing, uncertain of exactly what was going on. What surprised you the most was the fact that Narcissa came back in with Adam in tow. What was the butler doing here?

You confused expression must have been very obvious to Voldemort because it wasn't too long before he filled you in. "As I've said, I know much about you despite Narcissa's best efforts to shield you. And now I would like to witness your talents for myself."

"...what?" You realized that might have been a little disrespectful because of its informality only after it had slipped out. Instantly you went on the apology, "I'm sorry. I just don't understand what you're asking of me."

"Then let me make this simple. You will feed from him and I will judge for myself your strength."

At that moment your eyes shot open wide as you looked to the woman who'd given you shelter since you were a child. There were less than a handful of people that knew what you could do and as far as you were aware, they hadn't told anyone. Not even Lucius Malfoy knew about the fact that you were a cambion...despite the fact that Narcissa did. How did Voldemort of all people know?

"Do as he bids," Narcissa said in a quiet, yet urging tone.

You looked before the three others in the room. The cage was closing in and you weren't sure how to stop it from squeezing your bones. But you had to try anyways.

"My lord, I don't understand. I'm as much of a witch as anyone in this room I --"

"I know your pedigree, Dorian. No one is accusing you of not being a pureblood. In some ways, you're purer than all of us combined," Voldemort filled in as you tried to take a breath.

The smile he made almost seemed as though he were trying to joke around. Only no one in the room found it amusing. Voldemort leaned back in his chair with his bone white wand resting in his hand, just over his knee. The stark contrast between light and dark was a shocking reminder to you that he didn't play around. This was a man who had and would kill those who displeased him. And you did not want to end up on that list.

"You weren't just born from pure witches and wizards, you were born through an Incubus. Which means that you have other talents that may come in handy in the times to come," his voice was quiet. "I want to see them for myself. Show me your worth."

Your hesitation was expected given the circumstances. The fact that you felt like you could barely move or breathe might have even been acceptable if it had been anyone else. But even you could see that Voldemort's patience was wearing thin. And from the look on Narcissa Malfoy's face so did she. You felt your body shaking as you looked between the three so called adults in the room with your mind spinning faster and faster as the seconds ticked by.

What on Earth was happening?

"He's...a pureblood too my lord," you tried to plead.

He might not have been from a prominent or wealthy family but you knew that his bloodline traced back at least two hundred years. After that it was a bit muddled but it was still good enough to be considered from wizarding stock. There was no memory or trace of muggle in him. The only reason that he was a butler was because he hadn't been exceptional in school (you assumed) and because of the fact that his family wasn't well placed. From what you remembered they had ten children. Ten and he wasn't even the oldest.

Voldemort stood back up and you nearly jumped. Especially given that his voice still had that deathly quiet tone to it. "I will make this simple. You feed from him until I tell you to stop. Or I will kill him."

It was a choice between maybe death and definite death. Your eyes searched the wizard in question as you tried to figure out just what he felt. From what you could tell he was probably as freaked out as you were. Though there was also a hardened look of resignation in there. He was in a tough position too, you could tell that much. Especially by the way that his hands had started to curl up into fists. The look on his face was imploring, boldly so, as he stared at you.

You clenched your jaw as you squeezed your eyes closed. You completely disregarded the rules you had set for yourself a long time ago and completely reveal your inner nature to everyone in this room...or this man dies. Either way you'd have done something horrible. Then there was also the fact that there was no guarantee that you wouldn't kill him yourself. Voldemort might have said that he'd tell you when to stop but who was to say that was soon enough? What if you didn't stop? Oh gods...in front of people?

"Do it," Narcissa urged you in a sort of plea of her own.

You squeezed your eyes tighter as you tried to come to terms with what the world was throwing at you. You weren't sure if this was something you could handle. What if you killed him? What if Voldemort killed you? He said that you were purer than most of the people in the room but what did that even mean?

Your eyes snapped open when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The man who'd apparated you and Draco to the front entrance of the Malfoy manor, the same one who'd been with the family since shortly after Dobby had been freed, stood before you. He was slightly taller than you and now that you were this close you noticed the freckles that ran just on the underside of his jaw.

"Do it," he said with a tone of finality in his voice. "Show the dark lord what he wants."

How was he okay with this? Why wasn't he more freaked out? Did he hit his head really hard or something?

What the hell?

"I could kill you," you whispered as you stared up at him.

For a man that you didn't really know you sure were having a hard time about this. The fact that you had two other people in the room with you didn't help the situation at all. One of them looked like they wanted to be anywhere other than here, while the other one looked like this was the only place to be.

"I will die if you don't."

He didn't even have the courage to say 'he will kill me'. Instead he made it seem like it was just a natural occurrence that was going to happen. You tried to say something else back to him but you found that your tongue felt like it was a hundred pounds. And then you felt like the ground was going to take you as he started to push aside both of your robes. The heavy material fell to the ground in a sluggish sort of way as you continued to stare up at the man who'd been working in the background for years. Once your robes had been moved out of the way, Adam pulled his off as well. And then his hands slowly went towards your neckline, fingers slipping underneath it to curve around your neck.

How was he so okay with this? How was he being so bold in front of people?

You closed your eyes and you tried to forget what was going on. You tried to forget the fact that there was a man in front of you who hadn't been left out of the pretty party touching you. That someone was literally demanding that you gather energy from someone. Like it was something you didn't naturally want to do. You wanted to take his energy, you wanted to do that with a lot of people, but the thing was that you weren't so sure you wanted to do it because another person said so. You didn't want to have to worry about your life or his life being put under threat. And you certainly didn't want to do anything while there was someone watching.

Sadly the world wasn't about what you did and did not want to do. Nor did you always get your way with even your own body. You could feel Adam's energy as it pulsed beneath his skin in a rich steady line. He moved in towards you with a sort of practiced ease that made you wonder just how many girls' he'd handled before. Slowly you moved your hands up his his arms, feeling the tension beneath the black shirt. You brushed them all the way up to his shoulder and tried to forget about the fact that someone was standing there watching you, judging you.

When you finally pulled Adam down for a kiss you told yourself that you'd stop. That you'd stop before you hurt him. As energy passed from him to you while you moved your lips over his, you knew that this was going to haunt you for a long time. You were sucking someone's energy out of their body, slowly pulling their soul into your own, because you'd been told to. Not because you needed it to survive, but because someone else wanted to watch it happen. You'd thought that Draco had made you feel at your lowest but it seemed that Voldemort knew how to outshine even him in that regard.

Adam slowly pulled away from your lips as he scraped his teeth over your flesh, pulling your lower lip into his mouth for a moment before he noticed that you'd stiffened back up. "Stop holding back. Just show him what he wants to see."

That was easier said than done. Everything that you'd done since your powers, since the hunger, had started to set in around puberty had been to avoid doing exactly what was being asked of you now. You had kept your secret even through childhood from the vast majority of the world. Now one of the darkest and most feared wizards of all time was asking you to reveal yourself before him. Not only that but the woman who had sheltered and practically raised you was still there as well; she might have known what you were, in theory, but she had never seen you actually be what you were. You hadn't even so much as touched a human being intimately while in her house. Like at Hogwarts until recently everything you had gathered had come from the realm of dreams.

You felt Adam's hand around your neck leave your skin without much preamble. As soon as you thought that he'd simply withdrawn it you found that he was backing you up towards a table. It was almost as though you were completely new at this, so stiff and awkward as he picked you up. Which wasn't entirely true. You knew how to move; it was as natural to you as breathing. Doing so before an audience was what was throwing you off. But the moment you felt his hand travel under your skirt, strong and steady fingers instantly curving around your ass as the fabric of your skirt fell around his arm, it was like a switch had flicked and whatever control you had snapped.

Your eyes lit up the same thunderous blue as you hooked your legs around his thighs, pulling him into you with enough force that he had to catch himself with one of his hands. The other hand tightened around one of your cheeks before scrapping down to your knee. He pulled the one leg up higher over his body, curving your knee just under his arm. You reached down his body, brushing his shirt down his stomach, and quickly undid the buttons to his slacks and then on his underpants. You licked up his jaw slowly before nibbling at the farthest extent as your hand went to completely reveal his desire, guiding it out of the unbuttoned area of his clothes.

Adam groaned heartily at your handling, moving against you like a wave of the ocean. Vaguely you heard the door open but it almost sounded like it had come through a dream, not quite real. Your head tilted back as Adam bit and sucked his way down to your vest. You felt him slipping the buttons off far too slowly so you decided to just take off two layers at once, leaving your torso clad just in your inner most garments. Vaguely you registered a that there were more pairs of eyes on you but you'd slipped far too deep into the trance to care. As Adam's energy flooded your skin with heat and pleasure, you lost yourself to it. There was a comfort in the energy that went beyond the physical pleasure of the moment. It was power, it was life, and it was all yours to take as you wanted. You scrapped your nail dainty against the underside of his organ, forcing a very vocal sound of pleasure from the man in front of you.

"Fuck," you felt him say more than you heard him.

You could feel him twitching under your touch. His heart thunder and his breathing ragged; sweat had started to form on his reddening skin. He panted against the top of your breast before he slipped his tongue under and around the fabric. You swirled your fingers around him, squeezing as he panted and pulsed. Adam's hand quickly went to pull at your underwear as he bucked and rolled against your grip. You lifted your ass up only for a moment to help him, the fabric being stretched and tugged at in a frantic attempt to uncover his true goal.

"That's enough."

Voldemort's comment went unheard and unheeded. Adam panted and groaned against your chest as you slowly let go of his shaft. You pressed your palm against the table to balance you better. His hips quickly drove forward the moment that your underwear was out of the way. You lifted your other leg up over his hip, aligning yourself on the table as you waited for him to plunge in.

He never got the chance as a woman with two toned hair moved to pull him away. You snarled animalistically as your stood up, eyes lit up with fury. How dare she? Without thinking about it you flung her against the wall as though she weighed nothing. Your eyes turned over to the meal that you'd been about to consume, watching him fight against an unseen force. It was like something had him by the neck and was pressing him into the wall. You started to move over to him, seeing the swirls of energy to the magic that held him there. Your hands dove at the lines of power as though they were complete solids even though no one but you could see them. You wrapped your hands around the traces of magic and crushed them, breaking the spell. Adam fell to the ground on his hands and knees.

His eyes looked up to you once more and as though nothing had happened to try and separate you from him, he'd simply got to his knees before laying backwards onto the ground, erect and ready for you to take into your body.

You stood over him, hissing and glaring at the hairless man and the other woman who'd tried to get in the way of your feed. The hairless man didn't seem to be doing anything other than watching you and the woman was slowly losing consciousness from how hard you had flung her into the wall. There was another man in the room as well but you paid him no mind as you started to lower yourself down and down, slowly going into a crouch as you kept your eyes on the people just in case the became a threat again.

And then you were being lifted into the air by the other man, the one with white-gold hair upon his head. His energy line extended through his arm, threaded through a stick of wood, and wrapped your body in a cocoon. You ripped at the magic that had ensnared you, trying to escape before it could repair itself. You landed on the ground near the man who had cast the spell, titling your head as you looked at him.

He'd do too.

Your lips splashed across his as he tried to flourish his arm to weave another magic spell. The man stood in near shock, his hands going to your shoulders. Too safe. You would show him how to play this game. You nipped his lip, pushing his head back with your nose and sucking on the vein throbbing down his neck. Your hand went into his pants and stroked him without any shame, bringing him up quickly as you pushed and pulled at his energy and at his body.

You felt another warm solid behind you and you leaned your head back towards him, the one originally known as Adam. You pulled one of your hands out of the blonde male's pants and reached behind you, teasingly rubbing the skin underneath his dark patch of curls. He bucked into your hand practically at the same time that the blond teenager did in front of you. You stopped touching the both of them long enough to push and position the teenager (a whisper in the back of your mind filled the name in for you: Draco) onto the ground. You ripped at his pants like they were paper until he was exposed before you.

And then you slid onto him with no warning, not even pausing for a minute. His eyes widened to the point that you laughed deep in your throat. You leaned over him, licking his lips with your tongue as you felt him hot inside of you in more ways than one. His energy was so delicious and his dick felt wonderful. As you trailed down from Draco's lips you turned to look back around you, smiling towards Adam invitingly. You wiggled your hips, rolling them and making your ass bounce as much as you could without losing your positioning.

Draco's hands grabbed your hips and held you still as he pushed back up into you, blood rushing to both of his heads like no one's business. Adam finally moved to lay over you as he slid down and around your ass, rubbing along the separation of the cheeks. You felt Draco's eyes snap up and a look of disgust and horror started to fill them. You couldn't have that.

With one hand you grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes as you started to buck against him, increasing the friction with the sudden movement. The blond closed his eyes as you rose up just the few inches that Adam's pumping hips would allow you, slamming back down on Draco in time with the man behind you. You worked him quickly, clenching and pulling at him tighter and tighter. Roll and slam; the sound of flesh pounding against each other filled the room as you devoured the man underneath you and continued to bring pleasure to the one behind you as well.

You knew the very moment that Draco released that he'd shot off hard. You grinned as you felt his energy rush into your body with one last thrust, consciousness leaving the wizard underneath you as he passed out from his orgasmic experience. If you had been a normal human he wouldn't have, of course, but you'd been feeding from him during the whole thing. You felt him become flaccid as he went into the world of dreams. Before you had a time to consider the consequence you pulled off of him and laid down on your back beside him, letting adam slip into you next. He finished within a few thrusts and you sucked in the energy he released, letting the man pass out on top of you as well.

It wasn't until you heard the sound of clapping hands and then looked down to see Draco passed out beside you, feeling your hunger all but vanished as though it had never been there, that you realized what happened.

And you froze on the spot.
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