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Falling into Destiny	By : Demonic_Host Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I've updated this with some grammar/spelling corrections. I apologize for the rushed state that I posted it up in. I've mostly been writing chapters on my phone and for some reason it likes to change out my misspelled words when I'm not looking instead of just keeping them underlined.

Falling into Destiny
Chapter Thirteen

There were plenty of reasons as to why you had avoided going back to the Malfoy Manor over the winter Holidays for the last few years. The last few days had been a dreary reminder of them, especially without the use of the school's library. The weather was cold and wet even on the days when it didn't actually snow and unlike in the Slytherin common room you couldn't rightfully curl up next to the the fireplace with a good book. If you wanted to do that you would have to brave the rest of the family and deal with all of the repercussions that had been building up. Voldemort may have been the one to command it and force the issue but you would be the one having to deal with the social ramifications of sleeping with the butler as well as Draco all in the same day. Not to mention there was that whole knocking Narcissa into the wall hard enough to knock her out. From what you had gathered Lucius had a healer attend to her and they only found some spinal bruising to deal with - which they did and seeing as how well they were paid to keep their mouths shut they weren't likely to bring the incident up on formal record. You didn't see that transaction take place, of course, but it was the only logical assumption given the circumstances. And you could also assume that the healer was on the approved death eating list given that Voldemort was a near permanent guest of the Malfoys.

Which was part of the reason why this winter in particularly was shaping up to be the worst of them yet by far. Not only had he commanded you to feed in front of him (which your lack of control led you to you taking it too far) but he'd also taken your chambers. They were the same set of rooms you'd had since you were a tiny child. All of your personal belongings and memorabilia were in there where you weren't and possibly getting rifled through by Voldemort. It was enough to make anyone crazy you were sure. On top of that the space you now had was exceedingly smaller than what you were used to regardless of the fact that you didn't have any of your personal affects in there. It just barely fit a small double sized bed, though you were still questioning if it really even that, a personal sized writing desk with matching chair, and an wardrobe. There was little enough room in the middle if you pulled out the chair to the desk, just enough for the door to open actually. The singular window was on the same wall as the bed and the writing desk, more over the desk than anything and covered in some generic drapery that you didn't care to date. As for a nightstand? Nope, there wasn't room for a traditional one. Luckily you'd found that the side of the writing desk alongside the bed had this sort of fold down compartment that was the width of your hand which could be locked into place. You'd taken to putting your wand there and just leaving it down.

Even after you'd attempted to place some of the personal belongings you'd brought with you from Hogwarts into the room it still didn't feel like home. You might have avoided coming to the manor over all the holidays except summer but at least your room, the room that Voldemort had taken, had been home. These quarters, no matter how much time you spent in them, were not that to you. And damn it you missed having your own bathroom and toilet more so than anything else. At the very least you'd found trunks of your clothes that had apparently been moved out of your normal quarters. You'd been able to fit at least a trunks worth in the wardrobe, though none of the garments had nearly as much room as they'd had previously. You'd had to take a very careful editing eye to what you fit into the wooden structure, especially since you had to fit all articles of clothing (even socks and shoes) into it.

Gently you fingered the gold rimmed invitation that you'd hastily packed in your bag when leaving Hogwarts. Your eyes were a bit unseeing as you sat on the bed trying to decide exactly how to go about what the invitation entailed. In less than three days time the wedding of Ardelia Pryce and Adrian Purcey would take place and you'd been formally invited. The RSVP had been confirmed by simply signing your name on the line at the bottom and it showed up in their guest list once the ink dried. Magic was convenient like that.

As you mentally wandered over all of the details that would have to get taken care of, your fingers traced the intricate AP design on the card. It was actually well done and rather neat that Ardelia, the other seventh year girl who had gushed about her betrothal what seemed like ages ago, wouldn't have to change her initials upon taking her husband's last name. That was a minor thought, however, on the sea of things that you'd need to cross within just a few days.

Your eyes snapped over to the door as you heard the old bronze fixture start to turn. The sound was almost like a hiss as someone opened up the door. You didn't see who it was until they stepped in and started to close the door behind them out of habit.

"You shouldn't just walk into a girl's room uninvited, Draco," you said dully as you stared at him.

Best thing that you could think of at the moment was to get him to start bickering. That way, you figured, you wouldn't have to deal with any of the main issues you didn't want to face. Most of which sprang from the fact that you'd fed from him in a near violent way practically on command. Of course, even Voldemort couldn't technically be blamed for that seeing as he'd told you to stop prior to that unfortunate event. Which only made your situation worse.

"And why not?"

You half got the feeling that he was playing along on some designated role...just not the one you'd prompted. You wanted him to start bickering damn it. Why couldn't he just go with the role you wanted?

"Many reasons."

"Like what?" He challenged with a scuff.

Oh, okay. It might not have been exactly what you'd wanted but you would take it nonetheless. Unfortunately your answer wasn't as far off from the real topics that you needed to talk with him about as you would have otherwise liked.

"For starters, what if I'd been asleep? It's rude to wake a girl from her beauty sleep," never mind the fact that he couldn't have woken you up from 'sleep' even if he'd tried. "Or what if I'd been undressed? Or entertaining a … guest."

That last line had not been your best idea. Nor the one before it, actually. Which you'd realized mid way through your sentence as your tone shifted. Your voice wasn't the only thing to shift either. Though it was subtle the looks on Draco's face had changed too. It had gone from mildly humoring to a form of seriousness that you'd recently started to realize might have been his jealous face. It had a lot of residual anger which reflected in his posture and in the energy that surrounded him.

"The only guest you should ever entertain in your bedroom is me," there was a certain bite to his word that made you want to bite back.

You held your tongue, however, as you traced your fingers over the AP of the invitation again. The movement wasn't enough to draw Draco's icy gray eyes away from yours but it was enough to make sure that you didn't snap back with a comment you'd have regretted instantly.

"What did you want?" You decided to abruptly change the topic.

"You've been locked up in this room for days. I thought you might be hungry."

"I wasn't aware that there was a formal dinner being held."

Great, another thing you had to get ready for. After the last dinner had gone so well you'd hoped and prayed that there'd be another one - sarcasm throughout that entire statement. You figured that Draco would eventually move out of the way once you started to pick out a more proper outfit than the laid back one you were in. However, when Draco grabbed your wrist to stop you from closing the few feet between you and the armoire, you realized that wasn't about to happen.

"That's not what I meant."

You visibly paused at his words and the shift in tone he'd taken. If you weren't mistaken he seemed slightly insulted or something along those lines that you hadn't picked up on his meaning the first instance. And damn him if he wasn't right. Then again such an assumption would almost always be true. There was only one day since puberty that you hadn't been hungry. The only difference was that right now you weren't teetering on the verge of starving. That had been a fine line you'd walked for the last few years to make sure that you didn't end up as corrupt as you feared.

"I'm not that hungry," you mumbled more towards yourself, trying to convince yourself that it was the right choice more than anything, than to him.

Draco's fingers flexed as he tightened his grip just enough to get your attention. It wasn't so tight that it hurt but you could feel the tension in his grip and the anger on his face as he tried to control both things. He seemed to do better with controlling his grip more than his face. Was that hurt you saw? You couldn't be sure considering that anger seemed to be his go-to emotion.

"You're always hungry."

You hated when he used your own quiet admittance against you. One of these days you were going to learn to not say anything to him at all. One day you were going to get control over your mouth and your emotions and be able to be more like living stone than flesh and blood. Granted you had technically started this fight; you had wanted a distraction but he seemed hell bent on making it personal again.

"Not right now."

"That's a lie," Draco's words of rejection rang in the room with their quiet malice.

There were a lot of signs for what happened next. The way that his eyes shifted as the idea came could have told you. The way that his hand shifted, or that he moved his other arm around your waist to box you in should have made it obvious. Yet for some reason you didn't move at all when Draco leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. Maybe it was the fact that he was right - you were lying (just not as much as he thought). Or maybe it was the fact that he'd been right about you having loose morals, more than you generally cared to admit. But whatever the reason you enjoyed the boldness.

You dropped the invitation in favor of his arm. You relished in the way he slanted his body against yours, controlling the situation. The heat from his skin was your own personal fireplace and the more you basked the more you wanted. You threaded your fingers through his hair, not even paying mind to the gell he used to keep it swept back on the sides, as you pulled him in more. The taste of him in so many different ways sparked a fire inside as you moved against him. At the same time you felt yourself pulling him backwards as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment.

When your knees hit the low sitting bed you instantly went to sit down. Your hands guided Draco with you even as you worked on undoing the front of his jacket. Frustratingly his hands seemed much more docile than yours and the moment you pushed the heavy black material off of his frame, Draco started to pull back.

You didn't make the move to draw him back nor to chase after him though at the same time you didn't let go of him either. You sat, locking eyes with him and waiting for just the right moment. When you felt his hand slip around your neck and his thumb brush right up underneath you eye you froze.

"See you are hungry."

Your hands fell away from him faster than your features could take on a look of anger and disgust.

"I was right."

"So what do you want? A medal? My undying gratitude?" You asked with an angry, sarcastic bite in each question.

"That would be a good start," Draco smirked as he started to lean in again.

You purposely moved your face so that you could look at the suddenly very interesting wardrobe.

"Why are you acting like this?" His words sounded as frustrated as you felt.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because you're assaulting me?"

"I'm assaulting you? What the hell are you talking about?"

At the very least that made him draw back. You turned your eyes back to meet his despite knowing that you probably still had the feral blue in yours from Draco's prompting.

"I never asked you to kiss me. I never even asked you to touch me."

It was cold, true, but it got the job done. Draco completely withdrew. You steeled yourself as best you could against the disheveled sight that the fifteen year old made in front of you. It would have been all too easy to reach out and turn his anger into passion and fill yourself up on his life.

"But it's okay if Zabini does it right?" Draco's lip rose in disgust. "It's okay to for him to feel you up in the common room and fuck you all around the castle. But the moment that I even kiss you in a private place at our home it's suddenly assault?"

His words were more of a demand than a series of questions. You had no illusion to the fact that you pretty much had killed the sexual tension in the room with your accusation. Which was probably the only reason that you were able to think semi-clearly right now. He really did look good with his shirt only semi-buttoned.

"We haven't fucked all around the castle. We haven't fucked at all."

"Bullshit," Draco spat out.

You actually couldn't believe what you did next. Your hand flew to his face as you stood up without realizing it. It wasn't until you drew back that you realized you'd backhanded him. It was like a primal anger swelled up inside of you and lashed out. In a way you had no control over that and that's what scared you because it was that moment that you realized you were probably spiraling down the dark road that your father had set you on at birth.

"Not that it's any of your business but I was worried what I would become if I went all the way. I'm part sex demon if you forgot, demon doesn't imply anything good. I eat people to stay alive for fucks sake. So I told him that I didn't want to worry about having any bastards. Which was exactly why his enthralled brain was so geared up for the idea that you and I had never had sex either so he could marry me then fuck himself to death. Now get out!"

You didn't wait for his response. Your reached for your wand and blasted himself out for yourself before slamming and locking the door.
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