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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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Falling into Destiny
Chapter Sixteen

You sat up from bed slowly. There was a definite chill in the air but it didn't seem nearly as bad as you would have thought. As you moved your legs off of the bed you realized why that was. In a small stove, one that looked like it had been custom made for the room, was a magical source of heat. It glowed and flickered as it warmed the room just enough to be bearable. Despite the fact that it made the morning easier to face it hadn't been there when you'd gone to sleep. Which was why you felt a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. It meant that someone had been in your room while you slept.

The knock on your door brought your attention away from the stove. "Yes?"

"Miss Black, the young master Malfoy requests your presence in the family study."

You nodded to yourself as you heard Adam the butler call out. You answered him vocally when you actually stood up from the bed. It was a little tricker to move around to get to your clothes with the furnace in place but you managed.

"Now miss. He told me to bring you straight from bed."

You narrowed your eyes as your hand held onto the metallic knob of the wooden structure. The number of assumptions that came with such a demand was staggering. It assumed that you would be awake at the time of the knock, which you had been. If you weren't already there was nothing that Adam could have done which would have woken you. Well almost nothing...the tale of Sleeping Beauty had been oral history for a while though it had been perversed. Unlike the princess in that tale of old you weren't in a ball gown. Which was where Draco's second assumption lay. He assumed that you'd have been decent to leave the room upon awakening. In a way you were - you were in a long fleece gown with thick cotton pants on underneath. It was modest, of course, but it definitely wasn't something you would have worn around the house.

The third and final assumption that Draco had made had been the idea that you'd come like a dog when summoned. That, above all else, rubbed you the wrong way. This may have been his ancestral home but it had also been yours since you were a toddler. You had chosen to remain at Hogwarts over the holidays for the past five years not because you had been made to feel unwanted but for other various reasons. So it was rather rude of him to summon you so abruptly like housed to see to all his fancies.

With a small amount of indignation you made you opened the door, not even bothering to grab your wand. Adam moved respectfully to the side. At least he still remembered some form of manners. You couldn't blame him too much for trying to follow orders, not in this case at least. Like you he had been made into a pawn of circumstance. Unlike you at least he had chosen to be one and was paid a handsome salary to be at beck and call.

You moved about the Manor without bothering to hide your annoyance. You let it all show on your face. Just like how the surprise appeared the moment that Adam grabbed at you fingers mid swing. You turned to face him instantly, stopping somewhere between priceless works of art.

"Have you always been a succubus or?"

He had definitely forgotten himself in his curiousity. You drew your hand away from him like he had burned you. It wasn't everyday that people were so blunt with their questions. You weren't used to that, much less being called out on your hidden nature.

"I've never been a succubus."

"But you feed on sex."

Wow. That was very blunt.

"Energy," you admitted uncomfortably. "...sexual relations just happens to be how I can gather the energy."

"So you are a succubus then."

"No I'm not. I was born from pureblood wizards just as you were."

It was odd how he did didn't seem to be as concerned about wasting time talking as he had about you getting dressed.

"Then how come you can feed on energy? Is that like a rare magical talent or something."

"Or something."

"You're really not just going to tell me?"

"No."

He almost pulled off the puppy dog look, almost. And not for the first time since you had woken up this morning you were tempted to make Draco wait for longer than need be. This time for much more carnal reasons. It had been more than a few days since you had last gathered energy after all. Considering that one of the participants stood in front of you right now you were tempted to replenish. It was a temptation you had lived with for years though it felt stronger than before. That's exactly what worried you.

"Fine. Women are allowed their secrets."

When he went quiet you took that as the perfect time to continue. After a flight of stairs and another strength of hallway you stopped at the main door to the family parlor, or study...whatever it needed to be at the time it was needed. Like being used as a formal dinning hall as was the case when you had been told to seduce Harry Potter.

Before you started to open the door again Adam caught your hand again. Briefly you wondered if he had like a hand fetish or something.

"Draco gets upset when he's kept waiting."

"It's how you know he's still a little boy. Real men don't mind waiting for a lady."

It was far too early to deal with chauvinistic innuendoes. Instead you used his own prior tactic. "What did you want?"

"The truth. Why did you stop coming to my room?"

Considering his last line of questioning you knew what he was asking about without needing to ask. Your flinch had nothing to do with the nip in the air or the impatient tapping you just knew Draco was doing on the other side of the door. Nor did it have to do with him bringing up recent events. It actually had to do with the past. Adam had been with the Malfoy family since Dobby had been set free...he had been the closest male mind excluding Draco and Lucius while you were at the manor over the summer. Needless to say you gathered energy from him as he dreamed multiple times. It was surprising that you hadn't enthralled him like you had Blaise Zabini actually…

"We will talk later. You need to get on with your chores."

You knew that Lucius hated having to dress in a cold, stiff robe during the winter. Almost as much as you hated standing in the cold hallway talking about private subjects. Adam bowed before turning around to get on with his daily tasks presumably. His departure let you focus on your own impending task. Namely facing Draco in nothing but your sleepwear.

When you got into the room, Draco stood next to an armchair off to the side. There was a person before him showing him a selection of fabrics. Near them also stood various dress forms with sample dresses upon them. There were other bits and bobs floating around in the air as well -like the rather charismatic measuring tape that only sometimes sat around the tailor's shoulder. All of this was carefully set apart from the fire raging in the fireplace, warming up the room in more ways than one.

Draco was the first to notice your arrival but he didn't say anything until he finally picked out a black with a sheen to it. He made a motion towards you in order to turn the attention of the tailor in your direction. For a middle aged man, the wizard was kind of cute. It wasn't anything in his unremarkable figure. Nor could you see anything that normally would have attracted you towards his face. Yet your assessment stood and you could only chalk it up to being hungry.

"Lovely to see you again," the aging wizard said with a nod of recognition. That was more than you got from Draco.

Ignoring the blond, you turned your attention instead to the dark haired wizard and the selection of dresses he brought with him. Most of the dresses were modest but you knew from prior works that the would all have a flattering cut. The fact that you weren't at the boutique to pick something out was intriguing but you decided not to comment. Instead you focused on picking out a dress. You wanted to assume that it was for the upcoming wedding of your housemates but then again with Draco this could have been orchestrated for the hell of it.

You finally chose a deep maroon for the dress, feeling a sort of inner glee that you had picked a color that you knew Draco didn't care for. His hatred of anything Gryffindor went all the way to even what colors he generally avoided. You supposed that it was no more childish than you picking them on purpose just to rile him up. It was fun to see the critical, depreciating look in Draco's eye when he watched you pick that particular dress. Besides that rich reds had a sort of regal quality that bordered on the line of sensual regardless of a garments cut. You liked playing on that razor's edge when you were in public away from school.

"Come, take off the gown so I can get some updated measurements."

You turned a whiplash of a glare towards Draco at the tailor's words. Once you saw that he'd taken a seat and only returned the look with amusement you realized that he definitely set you up. If he hadn't insisted that Adam bring you straight from bed then you would have had time to change. Most likely then the request would have just been to remove your outer robe. Most pieces of clothing were no where near as thick, and thus distorting as far as measurements went, as your sleepwear.

Most likely Draco expected you to refuse and thus have an ill fitting dress at the wedding. After all it would have been extremely braising of you to strip down in front of not just him but the family clothes maker.

"I wasn't told that you'd be arriving this morning. Normally we go to your boutique."

The look you received was something like a 'yes I know'. You also knew that he thought it odd to have been summoned to the manor as well.

"I understand. I brought a screen for modesty. Let me get it out of my bag."

As the older man went to pull the changing screen out of his carpet bag, you leveled Draco with a glare. The look on his face was decidedly less smug when he realized that you had chosen to go through with the measurements. That or he had wanted to see you strip down. Somehow you figured at this point that he might have been hoping for either like a no-lose situation. Thankfully he had been thwarted.

Interesting thing to note - the tailor had a nice ass when he was bent over trying to pull something out of his bag. You realized that you'd been caught staring when you heard Draco make a sound of disbelief and disapproval. Instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, though your cheeks did color a little, you sent Draco a challenging look. This whole situation was his fault after all. If he had just waited for you to make the appointment today like you normally would have this could have been avoided. Probably.

Once the screen was up between you and Draco, you removed your outer garment and hung it up. For a brief moment you knew that Draco had gotten a good silhouetted look considering that the screen was artistically designed silk stretched between dark wood poles and the fireplace was behind you. If logic hadn't been on your side you also would have been clued in by the sharp increase in arousal you felt from his direction and the way the leather chair sounded as he shifted in his seat. Thankfully you had been able to hang your gown and pants in such a way that it blocked you from his view. It was safer that way. Knowing that he would have been staring was bad enough but feeling it happen would have been worse.

The tailor didn't seemed phased at all by your naked flesh. Right up until he went to double check the accuracy of a measurement that his independent measuring tape had made. You felt his fingers brush over your shoulder with admiration. You shivered as goosebumps rose to your skin as you tried to hold still. The less you moved the better it would be. Or so you kept telling yourself.

You watched as the middle aged man flushed. You felt his heart pick up in pace as he hurried through all of the measurements. Some of which may have seemed invasive if you weren't already used to how thorough a job this man did. Though taking your inseam measurement did seem to go a little far considering that you hadn't ordered pants of any sort. You felt his fingers grace your inner thigh as he tried to take that measurement. Instantly you lit up. He paused in his actions when you tossed your head back, trying to disguise the hungry glow of your eyes.

"Should I reschedule for a more convenient time?" The man sounded almost as affected as you.

You knew that your own ancipation had been what had caused this. Your sense of pleasure had echoed through your body and into his the moment he had made contact. You'd begun to suspect that so did your hunger. You knew that the moment he was left to his own thoughts again that he would go back to being the asexual man you knew him to be up to that point. It was just that touching you activated his sex drive in all the same ways it would any other man. Thankfully you had been standing in such a way that it was disguised from Draco. What hadn't been was how long the tailor had been on his knees - just about the only part that Draco could see considering how you'd hung your clothes.

"Go," you said in a whisper.

"Hmm?" He was losing his professional exterior that much was easy to see.

"You need to go. Now."

It had taken all that you could summon to move away from him and to not look down. You grabbed at you clothes without touching him. Even holding on to them as you were felt almost painful. The majority of the fabric felt abrasive like an unrefined wool. The moment you stepped around and stared ahead, you knew that Draco knew why you had to cut this short. It made you feel disgusted with yourself. You had so little control over your hunger that you couldn't sit through some measurements without supernaturally seducing someone.

"Can I borrow your jacket?" You knew that Draco generally had them lined in silk. You were hoping that was more palatable; it would be better that feeling like someone was taking sandpaper to your skin.

Draco stood up as he took in your appearance. For a moment you thought he would have given it to you without a fight. Then he opened his mouth.

"Why? You look better this way."

Bastard.

"He thought so too. You know what? Never mind, forget I even asked," you said in a low tone as you pulled your fleece gown over your head.

It really did hurt, though you knew that the sensitivity would go away soon. Without even waiting for him to fully comprehend what had happened you hurried out of the room. Your body pulsed and shook as you tried to make to back to your room without an incident. Unfortunately you didn't realize that Draco had got it into his head to follow you. Nor did you really hear him calling out your name. You were hungry and thanks to the tailor, you were highly aware of it. It was shameful how quickly that had happened - just a few touches and you were ready to go. Not that you could help it. You were built to be ready to accommodate (and enjoy it) with less than that. It was just not something you liked to be reminded of.

You slammed your door and ripped off your nightgown before you realized that Adam was sitting on your bed. You stood before him completely undressed with your eyes already showing exactly what you were. Wordlessly Adam stood up and took the step towards you. In a moment of awareness that this was probably wrong, you pressed yourself against the door. You still had a little time before you whited-out; a handful of minutes where you were yourself. You could choose to allow this to run it's course and feed from him physically, which would sate your hunger for quite a bit of time. Or you could jinx him, throw him out the door, and then dreamsleep with the next available mind (even though you had just woken up) for a lot less energy. Indecision racked your body. That moment passed the instant Adam shrugged off his cloak. You grabbed the end of his discarded cloak since it would be easier than your gown at the moment and pulled it on before running out of your door.

Smacking right into Draco.
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