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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 Twenty-two
What you were doing was insane. You had told yourself when you left the manor that you wouldn't go back. Yet before your aunt Narcissa left she had convinced you to do just that. You had agreed to get Draco out of his room, or at least try, for her. After all you owed her more than you would ever be able to pay back. She had rescued you when you were a young child. She and Lucius had negotiated with the ministry on your behalf so you weren't forced into a common muggle orphanage. She had seen to all of your needs and wants growing up. And Narcissa was even the one to explain to you what you were before you were old enough to experience what she meant. You owed her everything. A simple request such as getting Draco out of his room so they could celebrate a belated Christmas was the least you could do for her.
Which was why you found yourself apparating into her parlor right beside her. The weight of what you were doing seeped into your pores with a chilling ferocity. You knew how this was going to seem to Lucius and Draco. Despite the fact that you had come back to help your aunt, you hadn't changed your mind about the divorce. You knew that by coming back so soon you knew that it was going to seem like it. And you hadn't even taken into true consideration what the Dark Lord might think of this situation. You doubted that he would care very much for the perceived instability.
You really shouldn't have been there. But what choice did you really have? You owed Narcissa everything. One uncomfortable experience wouldn't make up for the years that she and her husband had helped you.
"I will see if I can get Draco out of his room. Do I have permission to apparate into there?" You asked quietly.
After all it was considered very rude to apparate in many circumstances. Like you would have apparated inside of Narcissa's personal study without explicit permission. Without such permission it would have been best to appear at the mansion's gate. Like how Adam had done with you and Draco in toe. To do anything else was considered bad manners. And while doing this into Draco's room might upset him you were far more concerned about your aunt's opinion on the matter than his.
Once she nodded you did just that. A loud popping noise was all that she was left with. And it was the sound that alerted Draco that you were inside of his room. Or at least that someone was. He was sitting in a rather plush looking black chair. The kind that might have even been comfortable to nap in. Not as comfortable as the gilded lounge that you had in your old suite but still.
"Go away," Draco said in a sour mood without turning to look back at you. "I don't want to come down and celebrate, mother."
Huh. So he did speak formally about his parents still. That shouldn't have really surprised you. You had been the less formal one with titles since you could remember. When you used them of course. It was kind of amusing that he took you for aunt Narcissa though. She must have been attempting to get him out of his room for days. No wonder she had come to find you.
"I'm not your mother, Draco," you said as lightly as you could.
You didn't make a move to get closer to him. Just because you were doing this favor for her didn't mean you had forgiven Draco. He had indirectly called you a whore more than once in public already. It started with whispering those comments to Perkins, completely obliterating your standing in your own house at Hogwarts. Then he practically called you a slut when you were at the wedding. That was on top of him knowingly putting you into a compromising situation to be fitted for the gown for that particular event to begin with.
After all that had happened it left a deep gouge in whatever sort of relationship you had left with him after he had started Hogwarts. Which was how you knew that Draco would be happier to be divorced as well. All of this acting out business was just a symptom of a wounded pride. Eventually he would realize that you had done him a favor. When he met someone that actually met his standards, he might even thank you for your actions.
After your words, Draco turned around in his seat with wide eyes. Vaguely you realized that he had some parchment in his hands. But you were far more concerned with the fact that he had stood up to try and figure out what the bit of paper he had in his hands was. Especially considering that he dropped it when he got up, like it was unimportant. As he took the few strides towards you, you instinctively took a few back that was before you steeled yourself over from moving. There was such a level of anger on his face that for one moment you thought that he would hit you. Kind of like that split moment right before Lucius' falcon wand covering would lash out at his son when he had been unruly in public. Such an event happened less and less as Draco grew up and learned to restrain himself.
"I knew it," Draco said the moment that you flinched.
You had expected him to believe that you would go back on your request. You knew that both he and Lucius may suspect that you had come to ask for them to ignore the request or something like that. From what you understood of the situation, Narcissa had been acting on her own while her husband was at work. And it was clear from her request that Draco had no idea what she was doing as well. And as far as you knew, Draco was still enthralled. Which meant that he would react to the obvious lethargy in your face and posture. Still there was a difference of knowing something might happen and having time to react.
His hands were around you as quickly as anyone would have ever managed. One slipped between your robe and your dress with the speed and precision of a snake. The other gripped the back of your head, hair spilling between and around his tightly held fingers. And given the fact that you hadn't reacted very quickly his hips had definately found yours. In that moment when he moved his lips over yours, massaging warmth into you with his passion, you felt the world sort of pause. It wasn't because of any dizzying realization of love or anything like that. It was simply that in the moment, before lust and hunger clouded your thoughts, you realized there was a role reversal of sorts. As he pulled you back to the chair he had risen out of, he felt like the predator in this situation.
The hand around your skull kept you near even as you and he exchanged breath when the two of you needed air. You felt his lips slightly gracing your own in that moment, brushing across your flesh even when they weren't connected. His other hand had moved from your waist rather perfectly until he had to bend a little for a moment during the kiss. The slumped posture had only lasted as long as it took for him to get under your dress. Then he brushed his determined appendage up and down your upper thigh, grabbing at you ass as the need built up. He encouraged your leg to rise up and over his hip, stroking the inner fire and hunger of yours which didn't need the help to be kept a blaze.
As he backed up, Draco rolled and bucked his arousal into you after your risen one of your legs up. The stimulation felt more than good. Everything that he did was targeted and to the point. In that moment it was almost as though the roles had been reversed. It was like you were the unsuspecting with he had ensnared and he was the cambion enjoying the feast. That wasn't to say that you weren't instinctively sipping on the energy he poured out. It was just that he felt like the predator and the one in charge at that moment.
It wasn't until you had both legs around him as he held you up before taking a seat on the chair that you realized you had lost sight of the objective. Damn it.
"Draco," you called out quietly, your eyes lit up as you looked down on him.
Draco's fingers curled as the gripped you ass. He pushed you closer to his crotch as he bucked up. Dear gods did that feel good.
No.
No, you hadn't come here to sleep with him. You had come here on your aunt's behests.
It took far too much willpower to pull yourself off of his lap. You stood up and looked at the ceiling, trying to grasp at whatever self restraint you had left. It was much easier said than done. Especially when you heard Draco rise from the oversized seat as well. Though he hadn't said a single word you knew exactly what he wanted. Especially when you felt his head near your stomach and his hands grabbed your hips when he took a knee.
No, he seriously wasn't going to...
You realized the moment you felt his go under your dress to hands grab at your underwear that he was. You pulled back as quickly as you could. Your breath came out quickly and there was a definite flush on the entirety of your body. This time you didn't stop at taking just one step back. You made she you were quite a ways away and you turned your back to him as you tried to figure out the complicated thing known as speech once more. Nonverbal spells were a lot easier than trying to talk at this point.
"What's wrong?" Draco finally demanded in an agitated voice.
You squeezed your eyes closed as you fisted your hands. You could do this. Especially considering the fact that he was the first one to speak.
"I didn't come here for that Draco," you spoke slowly as you tried to speak.
You really didn't appreciate the fact that he gave a scuff in disbelief to what you'd said. That was rude. Though the irritation you felt as he reaction did help you focus. That much hadn't changed at least.
"Then what? Are you ready to apologize?"
You turned around to face him in disbelief. "Apologize? Why would I apologize?"
Draco had already stood up by this point. Which made it easier to look into his eyes rather than take down his body with your gaze. Though you would be lying if you said you hadn't at least once. There was something about the semi-formal outfit he had on which made him look good. And the obvious bulge in his pants only made the image before you better at the moment. Though you tried to force those thoughts out of your head as quickly as possible.
"For that ridiculous request and the letter that you wrote," Draco pointed out in a furious tone.
"You mean wanting to get divorced?" You volleyed back to him defensively.
"Obviously."
"No. I still want the divorce," you spoke as you clenched your jaw. Draco's sound of derision only helped to add fuel to the fire. "I'm serious. We would be better off separated. I only came here because aunt Narcissa was worried about you. She asked me to see if I could get you to come out. She is the only reason I came back."
"You're lying," Draco sneered as he took a stride forward.
You resisted the urge to yell at him while you took a step back. "I am not."
When he stepped forward again you took another step back. Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the door to his chambers when he stepped forward again.
"Then why are you running?" At his question you said nothing. "Afraid you'll actually want to fuck me if we're too close?"
"Yes," You answered honestly with clenched teeth. "I'm a whore remember?"
Draco stopped moving as he glared at you. You took in a deep breath as you steeled yourself to actually stay where you were. More than half of you wanted to stride forward and do just what he said. The part of you that was afraid, however, wanted to run out of his chambers and hide in your bedroom. The one that you had since you were a child - the one that was no longer yours.
"Stop twisting my words," the platinum blond demanded. "You know that's not what I meant."
"Yes, yes it was. I know what you think of me by this point Draco. You've made it clear all year. You think that I constantly want sex. For the most part your right. But I can't help that. I thought you understood that but I know now that I was wrong. Just like your wrong about what was happening between Blaise and I. We hadn't done anything. Hell you were the first guy I actually fucked and that happened after you put me in this mess. And that only happened because the Dark Lord made me feed from Adam. Until that point I was technically still a virgin. But a lot of people at Hogwarts don't think so and that's all your fault. I know that you were the one to start those rumors Draco. Fuck I was sitting right there when you did it. But no matter what you think, I have never physically slept with him."
"That's bullshit. Stop lying."
"I'm not lying! I even stopped visiting his dreams when I realized he was enthralled. All I did with him when we were awake was make out. And the only reason I even had to do that was because of that fucking rumor you spread about how I would fuck any guy that was nice to me. It was either make out with Blaise, turn into a monster, or starve. I sure as hell couldn't visit any other guys in their dream without being extremely careful about who it was because then I would have been labeled a whore for life. Any guy I visited in dreams could have started bragging and people would have believed them because of that stupid rumor. And once that happened my reputation, what you left of it you fucking selfish ass, would have been ruined. They could have done that even if I hadn't visited them and people would have believed them anyways. I thank god that didn't happen."
You stopped to take a deep breath. Your eyes were still a brilliant blue as you passionately ranted at him, daring him to speak up. For once in his life Draco was perfectly silent.
"Because if that happened, if that happens, after Hogwarts I won't be able to get a decent job without someone claiming that I fucked some guy to get it. And on top of that it will disgrace both of our families if we're still married. Did you ever consider that? Did you even stop to consider how everyone would react if we ever actually let them know that we were fucking married? They would think that I was either sleeping around on you the whole fucking time because you couldn't do a good enough job. Or that I was still some sort of slut that fucked you and got pregnant or something so you had to marry me because otherwise you'd have a bastard. Either way it would have been one big fucking disgrace and I owe Aunt Narcissa and Lucius way more than that for rescuing me. But even if it's not that bad and the rumor dies down, no matter how much I owe them, I can't stomach being married to an asshole like you anymore. And I know that no matter what Auntie says, outside of the sex you can't stand to be near me either. Which is really fucked up because before you started at Hogwarts we used to be friends. And at the wedding dance it almost felt like we could try again. But when I tried to help you, when I realized that you were tired and I tried to help you save your dignity, you made me realized that I was deluding myself."
You were ranting. You knew you were. But the floodgates had opened and you didn't have the willpower to close it.
"And now this? You want me to apologize for wanting to divorce an abusive asshole like you? I don't care how much I owe them at this point. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep asking for help or trying to help you and getting bitched at for it anymore. I don't want to get called a whore by my husband for things I have actually done. Especially when I feel myself getting worse by holding myself back trying to not disgrace your family. I have done everything I can, given up everything I could, so I don't turn out as the monster you see me as. I had to drop all of the classes I liked after I took the O.W.Ls! I couldn't even take other classes that I wanted to because I had to worry about my energy levels since I had been starving myself since I was thirteen you asshole. And I'm so fucking tired of it, of you and your abuse."
With that and the near tears that wanted to spill, you turned around so you could open the door. As you started to turn the handle you found that it was a lot harder than you expected. And when you tried to open it the door slammed shut on you. Out of frustration as anger welled up inside of you, you tried once more. Only you got the same result. You spun around quickly to see that Draco had his wand out and it was obvious that he had cast a nonverbal spell to keep you in the room. That or he had said something and you just didn't hear it. At this point either were viable options.
You took a deep breath as you tried to stop yourself from shaking. While it was true that you could disapparate without calming down it would be much more dangerous. That wasn't a skill you had gotten to practice very much since you had turned seventeen. It took a lot of energy that you hadn't been able to afford to waste. Before you had time to calm down so you could take yourself back to the room you had rented, Draco had he hand around one of your wrists. You tried to yank your arm away from him but all you ended up doing was pulling yourself along with Draco back into the closed door. Still you tried as your levels of frustration built up to the point where tears blurred your eyes again. Soon he put away his wand and grabbed your other wrist. You struggled against him fruitlessly. And he even made sure to put a knee between your legs as he held you to the door so that you could knee him below the belt as easily. When it seemed like you were about to headbutt him, he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder. Even still you struggled until you had no more strength to pull against him.
Your chest heaved and you found that it was hard to breathe even as you stopped struggling. It wasn't that you were afraid of what he would or could do, it was pretty much every other negative emotion. What the hell did he think he was doing?
"I didn't know," he whispered, as though testing the waters. "I didn't know. You never told me that you were starving."
"I shouldn't have had to," you but out. "Now let me go, Draco. Let me go."
"No," he said as he clenched his jaw tightly. "You should have told me. How was I supposed to know you were having a hard time keeping up before all this Blaise shit? You never told me. You always seemed to have everything under control."
You tried to take in another deep breath. Meanwhile Draco's hands let go of your wrists but he quickly wrapped his arms around you so you couldn't escape.
"After a while I figured that you were sleeping with other guys, I didn't know that you were starving yourself. I just thought you were being discrete or something. I thought that you were doing a memory charm so they didn't remember it was you. Something along those lines."
...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Morality aside of course. You could have been doing that all along. Hell you probably would have to start doing that at this rate.
"I couldn't stand to look at you or bring it up. Do you have any idea how that feels? To know...to think that your wife is screwing other guys? But you never came to me, for anything."
"You're younger than me Draco. You were a still really young when I had to start doing all this shit."
You felt his whole body tense up as he clenched his jaw. He looked up into your eyes unflinchingly.
"So? The two year difference doesn't matter. It doesn't stop anything now, it wouldn't have stopped anything then. Do you know how many times I walked into the showers and saw guys around my age touching themselves? Half of them called out your fucking name."
That actually made you feel worse somehow. You felt your lip quiver before you could stop the reaction. You clenched at his arms as you lowered your eyes, trying to get free once more.
"Go ahead. Tell me you didn't visit guys who were around my age. Even if it was just in their dreams. Tell me."
You couldn't. Blaise was a prime example. Of course you couldn't get into the heads of boys who were too young. You couldn't visit anyone before they had their own sexual awakening. Or at least the start of it. And you had made damn sure it wasn't for anyone who still looked like a kid even if it was guys your own age. That was just a moral line you didn't cross. Like your father said - age was your paper shield. He said that you couldn't be attracted to guys unless they were practically ready or something like that. You still didn't quite understand what qualified as mature and ready, especially in your age group.
"Do you know what it's like to know that your wife has seen half of the guys your age, probably more of the older students, naked? Thinking that she's fucked all of them?"
"I didn't!" You protested.
"It's what I thought," Draco hissed out to stop your rebuttal. "But I kept my mouth shut. And I waited till you came to me to help you so I could tell you that you didn't have to do that anymore. That I would help every time you were hungry. But you never fucking came to me. Everyone else, Yes. But never to me. And I'm your husband. That was something I wanted to help with, something that I could help you with. I should have been the first and the only person you went to if you needed to have sex. Even if it was just in your dreams. Not fucking Zabini."
Something inside of you rallied against the way he spoke Blaise's name. You suppressed that though as you saw the anger on his face. He was expecting you to try and defend your choice. So you did what he wasn't expecting instead - you stayed quiet.
"And don't try and tell me that I was too young. I've been waiting for you to visit since I was twelve. Do you know how messed up it is to come home for the summer and realize that you would visit the damned help and fuck them and not at least try with me?"
"Twelve?" You nearly choked.
That was far too young. You couldn't remember a single time you were attracted to anyone under the age of fifteen, maybe extremely late fourteen. Even when you were around twelve or thirteen yourself.
"Yes damn it," Draco cursed. "I waited all summer after my first year to see if you would come into my room when you got too hungry. When I found out what time you went to bed I started taking sleeping drafts to get to sleep at the same fucking time. And the only damned reason I asked father to buy all of the brooms so I could join the blasted quidditch team in my second year is because you kept making goo-goo eyes at all of the players."
"I did not," You replied with narrow eyes
"The hell you didn't. I saw your eyes light up more than once when the weather got hot," he said as he shifted his jaw uncomfortably and moved in closer all at the same time.
...had they? Oh hell. It wasn't like you would have known that without a mirror. You hadn't known that they did that when you were hungry until after that year at least. And that was only because Draco had been the one to point it out originally. At which point you had a long and embarrassing conversation with your father when you slept.
"Third year came around. Then forth. And I didn't ask you to that damned ball because I was pissed at the fact that you still hadn't come to me. I thought afterwards maybe it was just an age thing. Maybe there was something about how young I was that didn't let you. That it was just the other guys' imagination. And then at the start of this fucking year Zabini started to sprout his mouth off. And I found out that you'd been dream fucking my best friend."
You'd realized by this point that you hadn't been the only one who needed to get things off their chest. His rant, however, didn't make you feel any better. Not really. He might have assumed that you had been worse than you really were but he wasn't too far off the mark. Not really. You were a horrible person. He was right about you having a whorish appetite. Even if you couldn't help it, it was true. The thing was that he knew you couldn't help it. And he had pointed it out repeatedly, it was just that he had only said it aloud that once. The real probable you had with him was that he was the biggest asshole you knew about it. He acted like he hadn't wanted to help when you first went to him. Then he acted like you were scum when things started to progress. After the incident he had even begun to treat you either like you were a victim of sexual assault when it was because of Adam or like a whore who didn't feel guilty about needing to gather energy when you were around Blaise. Either way he made you feel like shit.
"You wanted me to come to you and take your energy?" You finally asked in a demanding voice.
"Yes god damn it."
"Why? So you could feel what I felt and be drained all the damned time? Before a few days ago I thought I would kill anyone I had sex with, Draco," you told him aggravated. "Despite how big of an ass you were, I didn't want to kill you. I didn't want to kill anyone. And even if it had just been in your dreams, I would have exhausted you. Your scores would have fallen. I didn't want to hurt your chances so I stayed away so you didn't get distracted. I made sure not to Visit you do I visited a lot of people. Just so you could keep doing well. So you at least had enough energy to do well. And that was assuming that I didn't enthrall you even if I had visited you like I fucking did with Blaise."
"I would have rather it been me than him."
You nearly screamed. Or hit him. But you didn't. You kept your cool as much as you could as you continued to explain. "You don't get it. He's practically a slave, Draco. I took his energy so often that he can't help but want to do whatever he thinks is best for me. Which instinctively meant that he wanted to feed me just like you do right fucking now because I fucked you too many times. Because I'm becoming a monster."
"What do you mean right now?" Draco asked suspiciously. "Nothing has changed."
"You say that because you can't tell the difference you idiot."
"Nothing has changed since we had sex," he reiterated. "I've always wanted to be the only one sleeping with you. Why do you think I hate Zabini so much? If I didn't care before we screwed, why would I have hated him?"
"Oh let me think...because it hurry that massive Malfoy pride of yours?"
"No one knew that we were married damn it. They still don't. Because that was you blasted choice to keep it a secret, not mine. So why would I give a flying hippogriff if people thought you were screwing around with him?"
He had a point. Even in your angered state you could see that. But you couldn't admit to it.
"And if I was your slave right now, why would I be arguing with you? Wouldn't I have given you the divorce? Or wouldn't I be trying to kill myself fucking your brains out?"
"That was the first thing you tried doing when I got in here," you answered tersely.
"I'm not now, now am I?"
He had a point. Still not something you were going to admit to aloud.
"Instead we're arguing about why you should be divorced. And that's never going to fucking happen," he added the end with a mild hiss, as though to drill in his point.
"Really Draco? Eventually you're going to realize that I'm right. This marriage was a bad idea from the start. The only reason you father agreed was because he didn't know what I am. I bet you he has an idea now. And he's probably considering on granting it."
"Like hell he will."
Despite his other two points this was why you knew he had to be enthralled. You realized that your current head on tactic to getting the divorce or even the point across wasn't working. It was only bring out his stubborn side. There was no reason other than being enthralled that he wanted to stay married to you. Even if it was mostly a physical relationship, not being married wouldn't necessarily stop that. Well it probably would for you but he didn't know that. The only reason to stayed married was because it would help your reputation, not his. So instead you decided you needed to show him how much of a monster you were becoming. If there was a chance that he wasn't somehow enthralled then maybe he would get the point. And if he was enthralled maybe he would agree to the divorce if you promised him false terms.
Slowly you moved your hands away from his arms, letting them relax. You had a point to prove and it would be easier if he didn't think that you were trying to run away. Then when you saw the slightly confused look on his face you wrapped your arms around him. One hand went around his neck as you started to kiss him. You poured all of the self hate and all of the anger you had into the moment. It helped to drown out the revolt you had at manipulating him like this.
As Draco started to respond you started to walk. You navigated him until he was sitting back down on the oversized chair. By that point you had unbuttoned his shirt and ran a few fingers over his chest. You pushed harder into the kiss as you climbed on top of him, lightly scraping your nails over one of his nipples on your way down from his neck. The other hand you pushed up so that you could hold onto his shoulder as you started to rock back and forth. He was hard before you finished the first motion, he was painfully so by the forth.
Slowly you arched you back so that you could kiss down his jaw. And then as your hand reached his pants. You started to undo the buttons and zipper as you slid out of the chair.
"Just because you divorce me, doesn't mean that we can't still fuck," you spoke in a vulgar promise.
As you spoke, you pulled down his pants. He lifted his hips to help you, the bulge more than obvious. You started to pull off the last layer as well, leaning your head in towards him so he could feel your breath.
"In fact, since you're one of the few guys that knows my secret we can fuck whenever you want. However and wherever you want. But only if you set me free. If you tell aunt Narcissa and Lucius to grant the divorce, we can do everything you think of.
Draco's eyes snapped open as you waited for him to agree.
"No," he said as he clenched his fists.
"No?" You asked surprised. Literally no guys you had gone to in their dreams ever said no.
"You're my wife. And it's staying that way."
You stood up. Draco looked at you with his eyes practically slitted.
"Fine if you want to stay married, I just won't touch you. I won't feed from someone as important as my husband."
"What the hell?!"
It was a dirty trick. You knew it was. But you couldn't imagine living with yourself if you stayed married. He was an asshole who would make you feel like shit over something you already felt bad about. Eventually your appetite would get too large and you really would be the slut he thought you were. He was an asshole to be sure. The kind of guy that would do everything in his power to make your life miserable if you weren't loyal. Even if he was enthralled. For all you knew maybe that's what he thought would be best for you. And it wasn't like you wanted to be known as a cheater. You just knew that it would happen eventually, especially at this rate. Even Blaise knew. It was just that he accepted it as something that was in your best interest in his enthralled state. From Draco's speech you knew he wouldn't.
"...you want a divorce so you feel free enough to sleep with me?"
You nodded with a smile. Good. It was working.
"No," Draco said as he stood up.
"If you want to feel me around you...hot..wet...tight...squeezing you until you come inside," you spoke in a low tone as you took a sort step back, pretending that this was all a dream so it was easier, "then give me the divorce. That way I'm free to do anything I want to do to you, anything you want me to do."
You hated being so vulgar . You hated that you were doing this to trick his enthralled mind into granting the divorce. But you reasoned that afterward you could use his suggestion and erase his memory of the moment. Or pay some other person to do it. After all you didn't have much practice with that charm and it wasn't like you wanted to leave him a babbling idiot in saint Mungos.
"No."
His refusal actually baffled you. Especially considering the fact that he really seemed ready to say yes. Especially with the way that his eyes fell to your lips when you spoke.
Before he had a chance to respond again you disapparated from his room. When you appeared back in the Inn you prayed that your tactic got through to his enthralled brain by the time that you got back to Hogwarts.
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