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The Hateful Fates

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The scream echoed from Draco's lips, and he felt hands around his arms, around his ankles, pushing him down, holding him down, stopping him from being able to move. Draco thrashed, fighting the hands fighting him down as he felt more and more push at him. His vocal chords strained from his screams. Tears streamed down his face, his heart jolting his in chest as he continued to fight and fight. He felt hips press down against his pelvis, and a hand wrap around his throat, the other pressing harshly against his forehead, keeping him in place. Still, he struggled, and he failed to manage to get the upper hand. Three against one wasn't fair, it wasn't fair! 

Then he felt magic, dark, thick waves of magic crash over him like a tidal wave. It seemed to wind around him, wrapping itself through all the cracks of his fleshy exterior and go through it to the very life blood running through his veins. He felt himself take a breath, a deep inhale that finally cleared his mind, pulling it from the depths of his dreams, of his memories and terrors, to the current reality that he was plagued with. His eyes flew open, gasping as he was suddenly flooded with air. He felt...invigorated...he felt...powerful.  A rush that he had never experienced before had him jolting, staring up at dark...dark...dark eyes. He closed his own, lids fluttering shut as he revealed in the feeling of his soulmate's magic entwining with his own, liquified in his veins. A groan pulled itself from his battered throat, and he felt the Dark Lord's palm still steady against his throat as he exhaled. 

Hands pulled away from his ankles, and his wrists, and footsteps echoed backwards, as the Dark Lord moved forwards, letting his breath cascade against the side of his face. "Are you done now?" The words were careful, soft, but ever so deadly despite the facade of caring. He nodded, hastily, and he felt the palm pulled away from his neck, and the other from his forehead. Hips pulled up and off of him, letting Draco groan and deposit his weight fully into the bed as he relaxed. His head felt fuzzy, almost dizzy with the magic entwining that the Prefect had done to him. 

"Well, my dear, I certainly did not expect that," The voice seemed to anchor him to reality, his body twisting towards it helplessly. 

"My Lord," The words were soft, breathy, and almost reverent in its quality. He heard the low laugh of his master, but could not quite keep himself from willingly dropping himself into the other. He put his head into the serpant's neck, inhaling the scent there, and enjoying the cold that seemed to wave outwards from his skin. Draco glanced up at Orion and Abraxas, the two that had hastily come to Tom's aid, and his eyes glowed...not the amber of his dragon, but a pale green tinge pulling away from the greyish silver his eyes were typically. Orion inhaled sharply, but did not say anything as the eyes were once more hidden away as he practically hid behind Tom. 

They just stared at the two, and Tom hummed softly, his voice like a lullaby almost, luring Draco into a semblance of safety, into the presence, and away from the instinct that had marred the morning. 

"It is time for breakfast, and we should get going if we want to eat anything." Draco rumbled softly in return, but abruptly dragged Tom away from Abraxas and Orion as they stepped closer, the green in his grey eyes becoming more prominent as he did so, a low and threatening growl curling around his throat and lungs, his nails lengthening where they dug into Tom's shoulders. A threat, and a warning, all in one. Orion tensed, and backed away slowly, dragging Abraxas along with him as the latter tried to struggle and understand what the hell was going on. 

Tom, for his part, did not seem all that worried or concerned. In fact, the future Dark Lord was almost giddy with excitement as it became clear that the boy was not running of Dragon instincts, no, a Dragon would never back away from a threat, but would face it headlong in an almost foolhardy venture. No, this creature was more elusive, thought what it was Tom was not entirely certain. He ignored the almost clawlike grip in his shoulders and continued to hum softly, the sound almost lulling Draco back into an obedient puddle. He did not want the boy to change now, but it was clear that whatever this secondary inheritance was, he was much more at ease with than the one he had developed from Malfoys. Perhaps he had gotten it sooner than the other? He had heard of such things, but they were quite rare. Still, it would explain why his dragon inheritance took such a long time, if he had already had one. The dragon was not just vying for Draco, but for whatever the first inheritance was as well. Trying to find his spot among a human and another creature. He wondered how long the boy had been in contact with this creature. Curiosity warred at him. 

"Let us go, yes?" The subtle command seemed to reach Draco, hidden from reach under a creature's instinct, and Orion and Abraxas watched as the green fled from his eyes and the silver returned. 

"Yes, please," He seemed, almost ashamed. "I am sorry for waking you all up in such an improper manner." 

"There is no need to be apologetic about it," Tom said, his voice once more lulling in quality. The two watched as Draco's eyes almost dilated before returning to normal, shaking his head to try and shove off the hypnotic quality.

"You don't have to keep doing that!" The growl echoed under his voice; his mystery creature still not entirely shoved under the surface. "You don't have to hypnotize me," Tom hummed softly. 

"I don't even realize, well...I do apologize." Draco seemed to shrink back as the reality of what he just did and said barreled into him almost violently. 

"No, it is...it is fine, I should not be so sensitive about it." It was strange. Draco did not understand it. The Dark Lord of his time was always charismatic, and terrifying, heavily manipulative, but his voice had lost this quality to it, just as his magic had as well. Whatever had happened to drive the lord insane, it clearly caused his magic to split and warp, along with his creature. Draco could not help but wonder how amazing the Dark Lord could have been, had he not gone crazy and warped his magic and voice. 

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