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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 Forty-four

You felt the grass under your feet, tender young sprouts that left no trace on your skin. Overhead there was a willow with leaves that seemed as if they’d be ever green. And sitting on the ground with his back to the trunk of the tree was perhaps one of the most beautiful men you had seen yet. Though you knew he knew that much already you’d never say it aloud. Calling your own father beautiful to his face, in a sense, seemed too awkward.

“Father,” you greeted with a smile which he returned.

When you were close enough, your father held out his hand to help you sit down. You accepted the offered help but were surprised when it led to sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you in what you supposed was an affectionate way as you sat with your back to him.

“Why so tense?” He asked in a smooth, warm tone.

“Sitting on your lap is a little strange,” you answered honestly; the dreamworld made anything less than honest almost impossible.

“Why should it be strange?”

“I’m not a small child anymore. I’m growing up.”

“Oh, I know,” he said in a tone that didn’t seem 100% appropriate. “You are blossoming wonderfully.”

You felt one of the hands that held you gently turn and press into the dip of your wss as waist. He pulled you farther back into him even as he rested his forehead by your neck, lips ever so close to brushing your skin.

“Father!” You whispered; scandalized at his simple actions.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked him in a heated whisper.

“Paying you a compliment,” he responded.

His hand was warm and strong as it moved across your clothed torso until resting on the underside of your breast. His other hand moved down from your stomach to span across the front of your hip. You could feel his hands gently and ever so slightly massage their areas. He felt dangerously close to curving and rubbing at more erogenous zones. Despite yourself you knew that on some level, you enjoyed it. Which made you feel sick.

“I’m envious, truly. I was not so well developed at your age,” he whispered. “My body was still like that of a boy at fifteen while you’re practically a woman full grown.”

With wide eyes, you stopped his hands from venturing to explore more for themselves. You forced his hand to the side with surprisingly little effort. He hadn’t resisted at all when you removed his hands.

“You’re my father! You shouldn’t be—“ you couldn’t bring yourself to put words to what he’d been doing.

“Relax,” he murmured as he lifted his head back to rest against the tree. “You have nothing to fear from me. I will not harm you.”

"I wasn’t worried about you hurting me,” you managed to get out through your own mortification.

“Hmm,” he murmured as a chuckle. “You’re still too young to embrace the nature of what you’ll be. As I did a long time ago, my true self would be overwhelming until you are ready. I will not have you stumble off of your path due to being so. I will not have you lost.

His words held more than one meaning. Maybe more than two even. Your father was good at obscuring the truth in this place; he had a thousand years to practice. Though you knew that whatever he said was honest...even if it was more of a riddle than anything. He spoke about overwhelming you. You could take that a couple ways. Either he was talking about being too well endowed in a sexual manner or he was talking about being too strong for you and taking your energy. You were inclined to think that it may have been both; and yes coming to terms with that first part made you want to curl up in embarrassment far away from him.

But how would overwhelming you in size and taking-energy-strength make you stumble off of your so called path? How would it get you lost?

...lost…

You were actually already lost.

The last day’s events slipped into your conscious mind. You’d somehow ended up in a place and had no idea how to get home with Draco.

“I am lost,” you said aloud.

“How so?”

“I...was at a wedding. Then I heard...you, I think, calling to me across the water. I wanted to find you. Somehow Draco and I ended up on another beach. And a house-elf speaking in a different language led us to this place that’s build into a cliff—“

“You’re not lost,” your father said with a laugh.

“Well I don’t know where I am. It’s the same thing.”

“Oh no, not in this case. You’ve just finally managed to find your way home.”

“...what?”

“I told you a long time ago, my little one, that you have more magical heritage in your very core than most families have all together. You’re finally coming home is all.”

“I don’t understand.”

Your father helped you to stand up after doing so himself. “Allow me to show you.”

Even as he spoke, the incubus led you out of the protection of the willow. Idly your hands found the pocket where your wand was, though the real thing wasn’t there. He walked you through the well maintained forest until a familiar sight was before you. The twin pools of water, the split waterfall, and the grand hall you had just visited in real life stood before you.

“As I said, you’re not lost. You’re finally getting to come home.”

With amazement and shock, you stared at everything before you. Your father stood by your side as you tried to understand everything that he said as well as what he wasn’t.

“But how did I get here?”

“Through the one thing you were born to dominate —- desire. You were near a large body of water, yes?” At his question, you nodded. “You desired you see me, to find refuge and sanctuary. And you cast your desire out to the water for it to reflect back at you, forming a bridge home to me.”

“You’re...here?” Asking him that seemed strange given that he was standing with you. Of course you meant in the real, physical world.

“In a way, yes. My mortal remains are here as such it is the place I must always return to.”

"Okay but how do I get home?”

“You are home.”

“... you know what I mean, father.”

He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Through the same way you came."

“How—“

“First you wake. Then you must cast your desire and have it reflected back at you.”

Unfortunately that was the last thing that passed between you and your sire before the real world intruded.

First thing you noticed as you opened your eyes was that Draco was so close you couldn’t actually focus on him. You blinked as he pulled away, trying to put together what was going on. It took a moment for your mind to really start working and understand that you were awake. As Draco moved back far enough to come into focus, you started to understand the warmth left on your lips. You could practically taste him lingering there which could only mean that he’d kissed you.

“How many times do you plan on almost dying?”

Well that was a new one. You weren’t sure how to respond to that question. Especially since all of your brain power went to working on what your father had said to you. Mostly you were trying to decipher the riddle of how to get home. He’d given you the poetry of it all but you needed to turn that into the practical application.

“What?” You asked him quietly.

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Draco said matter of factly. “You were cold and unmoving, unresponsive. Just like when you slipped into the coma before.”

“Oh, that,” you said calmly as you sat up.

Only then did you remember that you’d taken off your wet clothes before climbing into the large bed. You pulled the covers up past your chest as you let out a deep breath. The room was dark still. You could see slivers of light streaming in through the open balcony of the other room. The morning was still young, the sun still rising, by the looks of it. Either way it had meant that it had taken you hours to connect with another mind. Thankfully, you’d reached your father at the end of the night or you might have gotten no answers at all.

“Oh that. Good thing you’re moving back home then,” the young wizard said with a sniff, sitting back with his back to the headboard. “If you’re running out of energy so often that dying has become common place—“

“I wasn’t dying,” you told him plainly. “I’m always cold when I sleep and I wouldn’t wake up because I sent my thoughts, my mind, outside of my body in order to find out more about where we are. I was able to talk to my father that way.”

“And?”

“Still working on it.”

Draco frowned as he looked at you. “What does that mean?"

“My father doesn’t give me straight answers anymore,” you complained. “He used to...sort of. But now all he gives me are headaches and riddles.”

He claimed to have been a Slytherin once upon a time but that was very Ravenclaw of him.

“What did he say?” Draco asked as he stared out into the dark, sparse room.

“That I need to cast my desire and have it reflected back to me,” you mumbled.

“And that’s supposed to get us home?” Draco scuffed.

Though you couldn’t see it, his eyes kept looking back towards you every couple of seconds. You were too mentally preoccupied to sense it so there was no way to know if it was from a desire of the body or the desire to be comforted. He was only thirteen after all and you were not yet fifteen; still children by most people’s account of things. The idea of being trapped in a foreign area with no idea of how to get home was daunting. The fact that you and he had no idea what to expect in this area was even more so.

“Hlǣfdīġan.”

You snapped your attention towards where the voice was coming from. Though you didn’t understand the language that the house-elf spoke, you were starting to suspect that the phrase they uttered was some kind of address or greeting. It served to get your attention either way. In the dim lighting you could still easily make out the elf as well as the fact that they were carrying fabric in their arms. They approached cautiously, slowly, as though you would reach out and attack if they moved too quickly. They laid what you realized was a dress on the end of the bed as well as a similar arrangement on Draco's side of the bed before moving back again.

Holding the cover to your chest out of a sort of habit, you shifted on the bed so that you could reach down for the garment yourself. Along with what seemed to be a set of old fashioned stockings and garters, there was a fine white linen under dress and a more elaborate over dress. Though it wasn’t white the over dress seemed to be similar in style to the woman's in the portrait Draco had shown you yesterday.

You dropped the blanket as you turned your back towards Draco. You stood up and got dressed. This time it would have been hard to mistake the feel of Draco’s searching eyes as you dressed yourself. You didn’t blame him nor were you mad. You were the one that had stripped down in front of him yesterday and you were the one getting dressed in front of him. As far as you were aware any boy would have felt the same in his situation. It wasn’t like he was spying on a private moment. Sure he could have averted his eyes but you’d never stipulated that he needed to or even should. Though perhaps you should have. You just weren’t used to needing to and with no sense of shame over your naked flesh, you didn’t have an innate modesty to remind you otherwise.

“Do you need a couple minutes to yourself?” You asked as you pulled your hair out of the neckline of your dress.

“What?” Draco asked as he continued to look at your back, now clothed.

Even as you laced up the rather fitted bodice of the outer gown, you turned slightly so that you could look at him over your shoulder. “You’ve...changed state.”

“What are you talking about?” The tone had a hint of a demand for an answer.

You paused, trying to find the right words. “Hasn’t auntie or Lucius told you about how your body will change from time to time?”

You motioned towards his pants. Draco looked down and even without the rising sun slowly lighting the chamber up more you would have been able to see the incredulous look on his face when he realized the situation. Or perhaps such a look of shock and disbelief was from the dawning comprehension that you knew about his situation before even he’d realized it.

“I’m not a child,” Draco snapped in embarrassment.

His reaction confused you. He was a child still though not a young child. Just as you were technically still a kid. Though from your unique situation there were subjects that you knew more of than you should have perhaps. And you were more educated than some adults already. Plus you knew that you were more traveled than most as you’d started journeying around the Earth in an attempt to learn a bit of everything, as your father advised.

Looking at him in confusion, you decided to just walk away to the other room. That way he would have a few minutes to calm down and be able to present himself for the day. You passed the elf, who looked as though they were eternally surprised at this point, as you entered the entrance room of the suite. You heard as Draco loudly, dramatically even, got off the bed and stormed away. You tilted your head slightly. Apparently there was another room attached to the bed chamber that you hadn’t explored. Not that it surprised you - Draco had been the one into exploring yesterday while you were just trying to understand where you were.

What you did find was that a smaller table had been placed in the main chamber with two high-backed chairs. On the table was a small arrangement of simpler foods. Which meant that there must have been some sort of farm nearby; even a house-elf couldn't break one of the fundamental laws of magic to create food from nothing. Especially something as complex as bread. The thought of finding other humans, wizards or even muggles at this point, lightened your spirit. Even if there was a language barrier you'd still be able to see imagery in their head unlike with a house-elf.

Once you were seated, the elf made themselves scarce as they disappeared. You sat at the table with the strangest sense of astonishment. It was one thing for the elf to have led you and Draco to the place's residence but another to provide what you supposed was grand lodgings, luxury clothes (if not outdated), and a private meal. Especially as you and Draco had not been able to communicate a desire for any of that due to an apparent language barrier. You picked at the food laid in front of you as you thought about what had transpired. Your father said that you'd come home, indicating that this was in some way your home. With that in mind, perhaps the actions of the house-elf made sense. But what did that actually? Outside of apparently seeing a part of the place in the Dreamworld with your father, you'd never been here. Before living with the Malfoys you'd been with your mother; even staying in Azkaban with her until your father took you to the safety of your aunt's home. Which meant this place wasn't somewhere you'd ever lived. It had to have been a place your father meant for you to inherit from his side seeing as your aunt had never mentioned about your mother having such a place. Though considering that your father was supposed to have had his mortal death and transition into being an Incubus centuries ago...that still left you with the mystery of the house-elf.

You continued to pick at the food in front of you as you tried to make sense of the whole debacle. After a couple of minutes, Draco finally emerged from the room. Though you had expected he would have changed out of his formal robes, which he'd been wearing since yesterday morning, he hadn't. As you questioned him with the expression on your face, he gave you a verbal response.

"The foolish house-elf brought me a dress."

"Maybe it's the only clothes available," you offered with a light shrug, politely waiting for him to take a seat.

The fact that he'd been given a 'dress' was also another thing to add to the puzzle. Wizard fashion didn't change as quickly as muggle attire, that much was true, but even what you had on had long since gone out of standard dress. The only time you saw such clothes were in portraits from hundreds of years ago. Yet it was what the house-elf brought...did that mean it was the only clothes available? But if the house-elf was here then surely there was another resident, some branch of the family tree for you to meet. Your father had died centuries ago but his family could have continued to live on, which would explain the house-elf. Only you didn't know what wizarding family your father had originally been from. Nor where you currently were. And from the clothes that both you and Draco had been given as well as what little you'd seen of the place, this branch of the family seemed completely cut off from the outside world and had been for centuries.

That line of thinking only made more problems. While Witches and Wizards did live longer than muggles on average by about a hundred years, being born as such didn't make someone immortal. Witches also tended to stop being able to have children by the time that they were a hundred years old. Though most tended to have kids before they were 40 years old in your experience. Which meant that your father's family would have had to procreate to continue the bloodline for at least twenty or so generations. How would they have been able to be so cut off for almost a thousand years?

The simplest answer made you feel a little less at ease. It wasn't unheard of for pureblood families to marry into their own family. In fact, most purebloods were related within five generations. As first cousins, you and Draco were the closest acceptable relations to be married in modern pureblood society. But you had heard of some family lines that took blood purity to extreme as they married siblings together over and over again. Only sibling marriage had been falling out of practice for the last couple of centuries as more and more pureblood lines produced deformed offspring.

Had your father's less than appropriate touch been due to the fact that he was not human...or because that's what he'd been raised to believe was acceptable?

Suddenly you were both thankful for Draco and also afraid for him.

If your father's family had been isolated for so long and yet had continued through the ages...there was no telling what kind of people you were in store to meet. If they proved to be hostile or immoral, logically you and he may be in danger. Particularly him…

"What's wrong?" Draco asked as he sat down the knife he'd been using in lue of a fork.

You stared long and hard at Draco as you tried to push back your fear. The lack of a fork was another clue that this place had been cut off from the outside world. It had been centuries since the western world had adopted the middle eastern fork. Yet on the table you could only see a spoon and a knife, both shaped in ways that had long been out of practice.

"My father says this is my home, that I've finally come home…" you started in a tone that expressed the fact that you were still perplexed.

"That's rubbish," Draco said before popping half of a hard boiled egg into his mouth. "Obviously this place isn't your home."

"I think he means that this is his ancestral home, so it's also mine," you continued, brows drawing together as you gripped the edge of the table. "I don't know very much about this place, pretty much nothing actually...he never gives me straight answers damn it. But I do know that house-elves are bound to families, not estates. So the fact that there is a house-elf means that there has to be a wizarding family around here somewhere right? But from the look of things, whatever family I have here...they've been cut off from the outside world for centuries. Look at everything around you; it's practically jumping out of the history pages and portraits."

"So?"

"So…" you stressed the sound, perturbed that he hadn't understood your unspoken point. "There would be at least twenty generations since my father's mortal death, or whatever you want to say. That's possibly twenty generations or more that's been cut off from the outside world...outside wizarding families…even if there were a couple wizarding families here before they went into isolation that's still almost a thousand years..."

"How would they have--" and he stopped short of asking his question. You finally saw the dawning look of understanding on his face. "That's ridiculous. No family is large enough--"

He stopped talking as it fully sunk in. Even to him the idea of marrying siblings, or worse parent to child, was unacceptable.

"Father says it's because I wanted to see him, but I know I heard him calling me here. Which means that something or someone was calling to me. I really would rather I was wrong but…"

You trailed off, unable to finish that sentence aloud at the moment. Based on your limited information and understanding, it was very possible that you'd run right into a trap. If they practiced family-marriage and somehow had found out about you, it could very well mean that they meant to bring you back into the bloodline through marriage. Maybe that was another meaning to 'home' as your father had put it and that thought made you feel uneasy. If your morbid thinking was correct then either Draco was another candidate...or he'd be seen as competition. You had no idea if your father's family were violent; you speculated that they may not adhere to the same morals as the rest of the wizarding world based on the fact that you'd been summoned and yet not greeted though.

"They wouldn't dare--"

"I don't know," you cut him off. "I know next to nothing about my father, much less his family...it's just that... based on logic...I don't think either of us should wander far from the other."

To which he seemed to agree based on the expression on his face and his nod.
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