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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 Four
By the time that the Hogwart's Matron was done with you, you were exhausted. She ran a barrage of tests to try and find out why you were brought in. Or more precisely why you had fainted for no sensible reason and then proceeded to show signs of death. At the end of all her tests however, she was no closer to the truth. The only that that had happened was that you wasted all the energy you had collected the day prior and the sum that your father had transferred over to you. Which meant that you came out of the hospital wing feeling much worse than when you first went in. It also meant that Madam Pomphrey kept giving you a very concerned face even as you walked out of the hospital wing.
Hogwarts, though always full of two to three hundred students at a time, was massive. It was one of the reasons why there was barely any sound as you walked the extremely long trek back to the Slytherin common room and thus your dormitory. It was not a walk for someone who was sick, that much was for sure. Especially when the so called 'sickness' was exhaustion. But you trudged through it with as much poise as anyone could be expected to muster. However, when you got to the doors to the courtyard you paused. If you opened those doors up there was no doubt going to be a rush of cold wind from the outside. With the seasons turning it was no doubt going to be a bit nippy and you weren't exactly running at your warmest either. In fact, with so little energy stores left it wasn't going to be a pleasant walk.
The sound of heavy footsteps, like those of someone who had just been running, caught your attention right before you mustered the internal willpower to open the doors. You turned to see Hermione coming at you with a perplexed and concerned expression.
"There you are Dorian. I was coming to see how you were feeling," Hermione said in a rush.
You put on a small smile and nodded in a silent 'thank you' for her concern. "Cold but I'll live."
She gave you a once over with her eyes as though she didn't believe what you were saying. You couldn't really blame her. After all, she was the one that had apparently found you in the library. Now normally, with a human being, that wouldn't be an issue; she'd have just been able to wake you up from where you'd taken your 'nap'. However, you weren't a 'human being' in the fullest sense; you were a cambion, a half-human offspring of a succubus or an incubus. In your case if was your father who was of the sex-demon variety. What got really interesting was the fact that for all intents and purposes you were still a pureblooded witch...because all the sperm and the egg used to create you had come from a pureblooded wizard and witch, respectfully.
That, of course, had no baring on how Hermione had found you. What she had found was the suspended body of someone who would have had such a slow heartbeat that it wouldn't have been detected which meant that the body's core temperature would have been lowered down drastically as well as the rate of breathing. Given all those vital signs being extremely low, you would have appeared dead to anyone who wasn't trained to spot the differences. As it could be expected, Hermione was not trained in such detection skills. Not that it was her fault, of course, it just was what it was.
"Cold? You realize you were dead, right?" She questioned you with a parental-type expression on her face.
You shrugged slightly, unable to dispute what she said and unwilling to go into detail. Hermione was the last person in the world you wanted to give any more context clues about your condition to. She wasn't known throughout Hogwarts as the brightest witch of the age for nothing after all. It really was a wonder how she didn't end up in Ravenclaw…
The feeling of your body pulsing made you lick your lips nervously. The hunger for energy was setting in at one of the worst times. But that's how all inconvenient things happened - it was kind of in the concept.
"I'm fine now. Cold...but I'm fine," you reassured the Gryffindor.
You closed your eyes for a moment as you took in a deep breath, just for the show of it if nothing else. You really needed to get away from the witty fifth year. Within ten or so minutes you had a feeling that your eyes were going to start to glow and the color was going to blur together just like a predatory animal's iris. That's how it always went. You'd get the slow but constant pulse and within ten minutes your body would start to show it.
Pulse.
Opening your eyes you offered her a slightly more convincing smile. "Really. I'm just heading back to my common room and then it's straight to bed. I'm not even going to stop and do homework or anything."
You couldn't afford to; you really didn't have much time left. If you made it to your bed before the physical signs of your hunger set in at this rate it would be a wonder. Hermione holding you up wasn't helpful in the least.
"Alright. I'll see you in the morning?"
"You can count on that," you promised her with a genuine tone.
As quickly as you could, you parted ways from Hermione and headed out into the chilled air. The nip really did you in and you had to pause to catch your breath from how cold it felt. Though with heavy limbs you moved through the courtyard and across the bridge, stone and long. Your vision felt like it was tunneling as you made your way to that wing of the castle. Even as you paused to try and gain control of your body again you kept stopping yourself from gripping the stone because you knew that it was just as cold if not colder than the air around you.
Finally you made it into the inside once more and it didn't take too much longer till you were down into the dungeons. Just a little more…
Your skin burned even through the fabric of your robe when you felt someone's hand pull you to a small nook built into the stone wall. You almost tripped on the ledge of it before you stepped up into where a suit of armor could have gone, yet the area remained empty. Your eyes snapped up to see who had grabbed you and with a knot in your stomach you saw that it was Zabini. The hand which had grabbed you slid down towards your elbow, holding you into the small inlet as it was on the outside. The other one ran down your cheek as you saw him. And with only a sliver of realization (which would worry you more when you had the energy to do such later) you knew that he could see the animalistic glow of your eyes. Like a wolf's iris, only with a crystalline gray-blue instead of the standard yellow.
You didn't have to ask what he was doing, though you could have. It would have been a waste of time. Besides that, you didn't trust your voice to come out steady. Especially as his other hand trailed down from your face to around your neck. You knew exactly what was coming but you didn't have the energy to stop him. You didn't have the will either. His kiss warmed your lips like a drop of blood in a bucket of water - warmth spread out from the contact zone and rippled. But with only a kiss the bucket, your cold body in this case, remained uncolored.
You could feel the energy of his desire and his magic pushing up against you ever so teasingly, begging for you to open the connection up and devour him whole. You couldn't do that from a single kiss; otherwise those before you would be the kissing demons, not the sex demons. But from the taste you could get of his energy he was wonderful. That might have to do with the fact that you were starving and he was, for better or worse, oh so willing to fill you up. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't all your doing that he was like this...well, not exactly. You couldn't help the fact that you had an attractive face and body that the fifth year male had taken a liking to even before your powers had set in him. That was the DNA you were born with and your general standards of bodily maintenance keeping it up.
"Blaise," you finally breathed out once his lips moved away from yours.
The protest was close to your lips but you couldn't get it out. It died on your lips in the fractional pause where his lips moved from your lips to your chin. His skin was hot to the touch and you wanted to bury yourself into the warmth, let him take the pain and exhaustion from you. It had been so long since you'd truly been full that the temptation coupled with the strive to live, the hunger for energy, had sapped you of true reasoning. The fact that you were in a public zone was only a footnote in your brain as your head tilted back to make room for his mouth to continue the trail. The notion that it was in an area only Slytherin's traveled and that it was rather shadowed, thus secluded, only helped to bury that footnote even farther in your list of concerns.
You felt him slipping the buttons of your shirt. Your head touched back onto the stone of the enclave as you bit your lip. You couldn't exactly stop him, not at this point, but you could stop yourself from pushing it further at a quicker pace. You tried to rationalize your inaction by the possibility that if you had a little more energy, if you let him give you just a little more, that you might have enough to gain back the will to push him away. But as the buttons of your shirt slipped out one by one, exposing the bra you had on and your chest to the cold dungeon air, you knew somewhere deep inside that it was just a faulty excuse for this to continue. Your hands gripped at your side as your resisted the urge to wrap them around him. He, however, had no such qualms as his hands started to push at your shirt as well as pull it up from the well fitted waistband of your skirt. Apparently unbuttoning it wasn't enough for him.
"Blaise," you said in a whisper, though it didn't deter him.
'Oh god this is...it's really…'
You could barely think straight enough to realize the full implications of what was happening at this point as he backed you into the wall. You felt him pushing your legs apart and settling between them as though he had all the right to do so. The fact that you were practically giving him the right to do so by the lack of rejection notwithstanding. All you knew was that if you let him continue at his pace, the pace that was lighting your body on fire in anticipation of what was to come, there was going to be a lot to answer for very soon.
You felt yourself trembling with how much pleasure these small acts were bringing. You knew exactly how difficult getting his pants off was going to be at this point too. The evidence of his physical desire was only kept away by a scant few layers of cloth and you could tell how ready Blaise was for this to continue as he was between your legs. He'd have to be very careful unbuttoning and sliding his pants down if he wanted to avoid discomfort at this point.
So your hands finally found something to do as you summoned the willpower needed. The moved to find his hands as they gripped them, intertwining your fingers with his. The warmth of his skin was intoxicating and you barely resisted the urge to put his larger hands on your body, anywhere at this point, so yours could explore the rest of his warmth. Thank the stars that you somehow found the restraint within yourself. With his hands mildly occupied with your own, you were able to pull his attention back up. Of course, that wasn't going to last long as his compulsion to do the best for you went hand in hand with his own lust. Which would have been ironic given the fact that he was more of an iceprince normally than any other person you'd met if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't have the attention span for irony at this point.
"Kiss me," you requested in a breathless tone.
The request would keep him busy for at least another minute as you tried to figure out if you could bring yourself to move. Then, assuming you could find it within yourself to do that, you'd have to figure out how to get away from him. As his lips found yours once more you had the feeling that you weren't going to. Which meant that you really needed a tapestry to appear over the opening in the small inlet. That probably would have been a lot easier for you to conjure than the willpower to get away from him.
You moved your head while your hands slipped from his. You felt his pulse, so steady in his quickened beat, as one of your hands wrapped around his neck with fingers curling into the end of his hair. Your other hand went to curl around his arm, pulling at the robe as you dragged it down to elicit a groan from the male in front of you. As his mouth left yours, you tilted to accommodate him. You wrapped your leg around him, pausing only for a moment to see if he could take your weight before jumping up. His hands caught you as they gripped at your butt and your thigh, egging you on. As you stared down into his dark, slanted eyes you licked your lips.
This...this was going to be so delicious.
But just like that, all the warmth snapped away as his body froze. You stared down at him in disbelief as you studied his features. Everything was frozen. Your lips sought his as you tried to provoke him to move once more but you couldn't. He'd been frozen, not like icicle type but frozen none the less. How…?
Your mind slowly seeped in the idea that the jinx petrificus totalis had been invoked. Obviously he hadn't put it on himself and, despite how interesting it could have made the next part, you hadn't done it either.
When you felt yourself being pulled off of Blaise you finally had enough awareness to remember that despite how quiet it had been up to that point, that you had been in a public area. Which meant that anyone passing by who looked hard enough could have seen you and one such person did. Draco stood before you with a rather disgusted look on his face, the sneer on his lips making him look as unattractive as possible. Yet your addled mind couldn't help but wonder how quickly you could turn that look into something else.
You shook your head quickly to try and push that thought away. This was Draco and you definitely weren't ready to travel down that rabbit hole. Not after everything.
"What the hell were you doing?" he hissed out at you as his eyes flashed over your shoulder to the immobilized Blaise Zabini.
There were no words you could use to make what you had been doing seem innocent. In fact, from the way your knew your voice was going to sound like if you tried to talk, talking was only going to make it sound worse. Then again, you weren't sure how much worse this situation could have gotten. Draco had just found and stopped you from a quicky with a younger (than yourself) student in a public place after all.
"You," His anger was back on you even as he pulled your shirt closed with one hand, "are coming with me to professor Snape so you can explain to him why Slytherin just lost five points."
...damn his Prefect powers.
You could feel the buttons slipping back into the holes even as he held onto the fabric, never moving his fingers. If you hadn't been out of it you might have been impressed but the subtle way he'd used not only wordless, but wandless magic. In fact, something that simple was at a level most witches and wizards never reached. And vaguely you wondered if he knew what he was doing because his face betrayed none of the concentration it should have taken. All you saw with a swell of disgust and anger so large that it was a wonder you hadn't been struck by now. You knew that his father showed no such restraint when he was so angry, not when it was in a private sphere at least. Then again this wasn't occurring in a private sphere.
Without warning you were yanked away from the area and down the hallway. For a moment you wondered why you were headed down towards the common room instead of Professor Snape's office before you figured out that him saying so must have been a ruse. That or he'd forgotten in his anger but knowing Draco it was most likely the first one over the second.
"What was that?" Draco asked as he gripped your arm, walking only slightly in front of you.
"None of your concern," you said in the best controlled tone you could get.
He stopped and turned around to face you, grey eyes hard and lips set into what looked to be an eternal frown. "Everything about that is my concern."
Your jaw shifted pretty much at the same time his did. You could see the muscles of his face shift and it reminded you just how close to adulthood he was getting. Which was not the best line of thought given what had just been about to happen with Zabini. Especially considering they were the same age…
You quickly turned your eyes away from his face. But looking at the loosened tie around his neck didn't help either. You could see when he swallowed hard, the slightly colored skin rippling with the muscles that led down to the oh so appeal—No, no you had to stop that. You turned your eyes to the stone wall and adamantly readied yourself to keep them there until he left. The fact that he still had a grip on your arm and was close enough you could feel his breath wasn't helping matters at all.
"Dorian," he snapped.
"What?" You snapped back, still not looking at him.
"What happened?"
"What do you want me to tell you Draco?" You questioned up as you found a crack to stare at long and hard. "What can I say that would explain it or make it any better?"
"Why don't you start with why," his suggestion was accentuated by an unconscious squeeze on your arm.
You squeezed your eyes closed as you made sure not to step in closer to him. That's what your body was telling you that you should do. Step in closer; feel his warmth and sedate his anger with something much more appealing and mutually satisfactory. But that's what had gotten you into this mess to begin with.
"You know why," you whispered to him, careful to not let it echo down the hall.
He was, after all, one of only four people who knew your secret other than yourself. Other than your father, who was among those four, he was the only other male as well. Which meant that his knowledge could have definitely been used against you. Then again if he had tried to use it against you, more than likely he would have suffered as well. You didn't have the practice your father did; you didn't know if you could control the intact if he tried to engage you in sex or not. The funny thing was that it was also true that you didn't know if you had the capacity or strength to kill that way either.
"I thought you said you had it under control," Draco said as he let go of your arm.
The loss of his hand reminded you that it was cold. Like suddenly you were tossed back into the world without any sort of anchor to stop you from floating listlessly in the environment. Your eyes turned away from the wall and to his hand. It was really unfair that he could keep his body at an acceptable level of warmth without even trying to.
"I normally do," you tried to impress upon him without making eye contact.
"Then what happened?" He pressed.
"I can't tell you that," you said with gritted teeth.
There was no way on Earth you were going to expose something out in the hallways where anyone could hear. Especially not when Umbridge was in the castle. She was known for hating Halfbreeds so much so that she often tried to get them killed for something or another. You had a feeling that the fact that you were technically a pureblooded witch wasn't going to deter her from the fact that you were a cambion because those ideas were, to a lot of people, contradictions.
"Fine," he said in a sneering tone.
As he turned around you resisted the urge to reach back out for him. Your pride bubbled up inside of you ready to take over but you had to push it right back down. After what had happened you really had no room for that amount of pride. Not if you wanted to keep everything running smoothly.
"Draco," you called out.
You could already feel the acid like sensation at the back of your tongue as you realized just what you were going to have to do. You swallowed it back even as it threatened to turn your tongue into lead.
"I...I…" you closed your eyes for a moment before reopening them, "need your help."
"What?" He asked in disbelief.
You tried to keep your posture relaxed and after a moment it was. It wasn't like you didn't know how to control yourself over most things. After all, you grew up in a household where showing your true emotions wasn't always the smartest thing to do. In fact, the control of oneself was paramount to maintaining a good public front. And image was pretty much everything.
"You heard me," the pride was talking there and you realized that. So you stepped up closer to him and tried again. "I need your help."
He looked at you warily. Soon he'd be looking down at you and that thought almost made you shiver. Which, of course, made you feel rather disgusted with yourself.
"I can explain later but I accidentally did something which is why you found us like...like that," you tried to be as vague as possible. "And it's not going to stop. If he finds a way into my dorm tonight…"
You let that thought trail off. You knew exactly what would happen and judging by the look on his face, he'd gotten the picture too. It wasn't uncommon for Slytherins to bed hop, especially in the winter time because of how cold the place got. Which led to a lot of comingling beneath the sheets and as such premarital sex. Hell, you should have been shocked by the amount of third years doing it (if it wasn't for your abilities you wouldn't have known it happened till at least fourth year) but you just weren't at this point.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked in a slightly affronted tone, like you has asked him for a mountain or something.
Good question. You really didn't know what you had been doing by stating that. All you knew was that you needed help to deal with this situation and seeing as he was in on your secret, he had been safe. Or so you had thought. Given the fact that he looked like you were asking for too much help, however, you were going to guess that this was above and beyond what he was willing to weather to help you. Of course, that probably could have been lessened if you knew what you wanted him to help you with.
"Nevermind," you said as you clenched your jaw again, finding another crack on the wall. "Just unspell him. I'll think of something."
You were going to have to at this point. Hopefully you came up with something clever and soon.
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