Title: The Fate that Binds us
Author: DemonicCharity
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R for language purposes and future events.
Warning: This is Slash. BoyxBoy. Homosexual relationships. Why are you still here if you don't want to read this? I'm not mind controling you. Shoo! Go away!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, if he were, we'd be out having a party right now. But as he isn't mine and I don't have the money for a party, I can't afford to go to court. Don't sue me, I've only got my last pay check to live on for the next week...
Summary: Harry and Draco are sick of the petty games they have played in the past, but sins aren't so easily forgotten. Harry must prove that he isn't afraid of what Fate has to offer him, while Draco must prove that he is willing to stand up to his Father. This is their last chance at love and salvation....will they find it?
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Chapter 3 : The Fate That Seperates Us, Part 1
Draco Malfoy, son of the infamous Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy, and Voldemort's next Chosen, entered the dungeons in a foul disposition. His dragon-hide boots clicked softly on the stone floor as he crossed the room to his usual potions seat, his black robe floating out behind hin menacingly. He dumped his bag on the floor, swiping a lock of pale hair behind his ear and sat down gracefully.
As he pulled out his new potions book, he let his eyes drift to the only other occupant in the dank room. Snape. Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master of all England and Head of Slytherin House. A man whose temper alone could battle a Dragon, and most likely bring the poor beast to it's knees. Dragon's did have knees, didn't they? 'Guess it depends on the species...' Draco thought idly as he pulled out his quill and sky-blue ink.
His mother had bought the ink for him over the summer holidays, claiming it matched his eyes perfectly. 'Rubbish,' Draco thought sourly, his mind steeled against the soft memories of his mother's love. 'Absolute rubbish. No one needs that fucking shit anyway.'
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape nodded in a simple greeting, one that showed acknowledgment, but not to much caring. "As pleased as I am that you have arrived a bit early for class, would you like to enlighten me as to why you are here an hour early, skipping lunch to sit here, in a damp dungeon with only a teacher to keep you company?" The Professor casually strode over and pulled a near-by stool around to the other side of the table Draco was sitting at.
The older man looked like hell, Draco silently observed. This would most likely mean a tough class with little explanations and Griffindor losing more house points than was necessary. "Sir," Draco muttered, looking away awkwardly. "I wasn't feeling very hungry today...that's all..."
Snape looked at him warily, then shook his head impatiently. "Excuse my language, Mr. Malfoy, but that is a bunch of shite." Draco looked sharply at the man, waiting for him to continue. "I've known you and your father for years, boy. I know a shift in mood when I see it."
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it again, pain and confusion flashing through his blue eyes. 'Damn you, you two-faced bastard,' he thought angrily, then knocked his cauldron to the floor with a hiss. "Is that all I am? All I'm supposed to be? A fucking mirror-image of my father and his choices? I will not make the same mistakes, sir! I will not be the man he became!"
Snape nodded respectfully. "Yes. You made that very clear this morning in the Great Hall." He gave him a sad smile. "You are a brave wizard, Draco, none deny that." Draco began to speak a protest, but Snape silenced him with his raised hand, commanding his full attention. "Yes. Even your father realizes it, I can assure you of that much. But I must say, you aren't one to hold your emotions in check. Would you like to tell me how you found your self in possession of this unusual foul mood?"
Draco gritted his teeth. "Why? So you could carry my weakness to Voldemort? Tell him what made his next Chosen turn on him in a matter of one summer? Not even a summer...two days...two fucking days!" He pushed the freed lock of blonde hair back in place, glaring at his potions teacher.
"I commended you on your bravery, Draco, but that alone won't keep you alive in the up coming battle for the wizarding world. You weren't sorted into Slytherin because of courage," Snape hissed sourly. "Use your head, boy! Have you not wondered why the Dark Lord's plans are continuously thwarted, year after year?"
Draco blinked. Well of course he knew...How could one not? "Potter-"
Snape snorted in disgust, turning his lip up and wrinkling his nose. "That boy has no magical talent what so ever, Mr. Malfoy. He's not the Boy-Who-Lived, but the Brat-Who-Keeps-Getting-Lucky. Sometimes I really wish Voldemort could keep his hands on the boy. It would make my job that much easier, believe me..."
"Sir...I don't think I'm getting the whole picture here..." Draco frowned, confused.
"Stupidity doesn't suit you, Draco." Snape sighed impatiently. "I'm not working as a spy for the Dark Lord, in fact, it's the other way around. If there is any man I serve, it would be Albus Dumbledore, and he doesn't require a mark to be sure of the one's loyalty. I can be trusted, and I give you my word nothing said will leave this room."
Draco chewed his lip, not sure if he should trust the man with the troubles he was now facing. He knew that it would be all or nothing with his Potions Professor. Half-answers were never acceptable in the past and they wouldn't be now. "I've somehow found myself in a rather...tricky...predicament in the past two days." He hesitated for a moment. "As with everything that goes wrong in my life...Potter is involved."
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Potter? What has the boy meddled in this time?" He asked sourly, his eyebrows furrowed in a scowl.
"My thoughts...Feelings. My...My heart..." Snape's eyes clouded in confusion. "I have acquired many new feelings towards him...feelings that are somewhat a mystery to me." Draco traced the wooden pattern on the table with his pale finger, chewing on his lip nervously.
"You...have a...a crush on...Potter?" Snape looked at the uneasy boy sitting across from him with worry and shock. "Potter?"
"No!" Draco said defensively, making the Professor raise an eyebrow. "No..." Draco continued softly. "I don't think...It's not that simple. Not anymore, anyways." Draco struggled inwardly with his conscience. This was all just so much to handle. "There was an...incident...that occurred in one of our classes this morning. Divination, to be precise, sir," he added, seeing the question in Snape's eyes. "We...We paired up as we don't have any other friends at the moment, and somehow accomplished what only a few wizards in ancient times were able to do...We somehow...bonded. That's the correct word, I hope..."
Snape sucked in a sharp breath. "B...Bonded? You two...successfully... connected? In one class period you did something not even Professor Dumbledore could do?" Draco nodded, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"You can speak to Potter now? In your thoughts? At this very moment?" Snape stood and began pacing, his robes billowing out behind him as he moved back and forth, his shoes scraping softly on the stone floor.
"Well...Yes, sir. But I'd rather not." Snape stopped pacing and sent him a questioning glance. Draco continued quickly, gulping back worry. "We...We sort of had a bit of a fall out before I got here. . . So I think we're ignoring each other, or atleast, I'm ignoring him."
"Pray tell, Mr. Malfoy. What made you do such a thing?" Snape sat again, looking truly interested.
"It's a rather long story, Professor..." Draco wanted desperately to change the topic, to block out the feelings of guilt that were flooding through him. "I should study, sir. I don't want to fall behind in my classes this year. We take the N.E.W.T.s-"
"I know perfectly well what tests you will be taking this year, Draco. And we have over three-quarters of an hour until classes begin. Then you can take all the time you want to study. Until then I suggest you fill me in on exactly what happened after your Divination class." Draco opened his mouth to once again protest, but Snape silenced him quickly. "And if you can't fit it all in, I suggest you condense the story a bit."
Draco nodded slowly sighing in defeat. "Of course, Professor..."
* * * * * *
Draco had left the Divination tower in high spirits, glad to have someone who he could now trust with his entire being. Harry Potter had promised him everything in the past hour that no one had promised in the past seventeen years of his life. And the thing was...Harry would keep every promise he had made, unlike the bastards he had once called family and friends.
"Draco? Are you alright?" Harry followed Draco down the ladder from the room above looking a bit confused. "Was it all the perfume?"
Draco shook his head, smiling. "I'm fine. Really." He gave the raven haired boy an encouraging nod, forgetting about everything that didn't include Harry in someway. *Really* He promised inwardly, knowing he couldn't lie to the boy when they communicated this way.
Harry smiled and nodded, walking alongside Draco in contentment. "That was my all time favorite Divination class. Ever!" Harry grinned, resettling the leather strap that held his bad on his shoulder. "You'll be my partner again next class, won't you?"
Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well I can't very well work with anyone else, now can I? Thanks, but I only want you in my head, not hundreds of random voices that are all saying very rude things to me." He smirked. "I'm afraid you're the only one for me now, Golden Boy."
Harry frowned. "I don't say rude things to you, do I?"
Draco put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "You're allowed to be rude, as long as you stick some kink in there as well." Harry laughed and pushed him away jokingly.
"But this will come in handy in Potions class. You're such a natural when it comes to all that stuff. Could you maybe...you know...give me a few pointers so I don't blow up my cauldron like Neville?"
Draco's lip curled in disgust. "I'll do anything you bloody ask of me as long as you don't end up like that cowering ball of wasted space. And don't say such things! That boy's name alone is a curse!"
It was now Harry's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Anything you say..." He looked around suspiciously, making Draco follow his gaze curiously. No one was in sight. Even the paintings were empty on this floor.
"Harry...Is something wrong-" Draco was cut short as he was shoved against the wall, his bag being ripped from his grasp as Harry smirked confidently at him. The raven boy tossed his school supplies in a heap next to Draco's and advanced slowly, making Draco suck his breath in quickly. "H...Harry..."
"Shh...Draco. Relax." Harry whispered, letting his lips draw close to Draco's neck. He inhaled deeply, making the pale boy visibly shiver. "Vanilla..." Harry closed his eyes in contentment. "You smell like...Vanilla." Harry abruptly pushed his head up and snaked his tongue along the smooth, pale flesh of Draco's throat.
"H...Harry..." Draco gasped and reached out to grab something, trying to steady himself. "G...Good..." Harry braced Draco tighter against the wall, spreading his legs apart with his knee.
"Breathe, Draco..." Harry whispered next to his ear, lightly nipping at it. "Just remember to breathe." Draco found his voice malfunctioning, so settled for a weak nod. And Harry descended on Draco, placing light kisses along his jaw, barely letting his teeth grace the pale skin.
"I...I..." Draco gasped as Harry sucked on his neck, leaving a love bruise. Harry pulled away and looked up, his eyes clouded with uncertainty.
"Am...Am I making you...feel uncomfortable?" He took a step back, chewing his lip. "I'm sorry, Draco...I..." Draco's eyes widened. Harry looked panicked and was feeling that he had destroyed everything he had just found with Draco. How wrong he had it!
Harry grabbed his school bad and was about to retreat when Draco grabbed his wrist harshly. The raven haired boy looked confused as Draco ripped the leather strap from Harry's hand and tossed the bag back into the pile it had laid in before. Then Draco turned and pushed Harry against the wall, smirking at the shocked looked on Harry's face. "I want you, Harry." Draco said roughly, "Believe me. I want you." He pushed against the boys body, angling himself so he could feel every breath Harry was taking.
"D...Drake!" Harry moaned as Draco slipped his hands underneath the green t-shirt he wore. He shivered as the pale boy traced all his curves with delicate fingers, whimpering when those hands left his flesh for only a bare moment. "I...I need you, Drake. P...Please!" Harry moaned seeing the smirk playing on Draco's lips. "V...Vanilla..." He whispered as Draco caught him in a breath-taking kiss that seemed to be a link with destiny itself
Draco sighed dreamily. His skin was as soft as Draco had imagined it, muscles as strong and formed as in his dreams. This was where he was supposed to be. With Harry. Always with Harry.
Soft pink lips graced Harry's own in a dance that was so sensual and perfect neither wanted it to end, ever. Harry wanted Draco with him for eternity, how own Dragon who could not only protect him, but give him pleasure and joy as well.
But Draco wanted their moment's to be special. Secret. Just for the two of them to share. No one needed to know how much he had fallen for his worst enemy. No one but Harry, and he was far to careless in games like these. But...This wasn't a game anymore, was it? This was Harry, this was destiny. They both came up for breath, gasping and absolutely intoxicated with each other. "H...Harry...We...We have to stop..." Draco shook his head, trying to rid himself of his lust filled thoughts. "A...Anyone could..could see us..." He hoped desperate the raven haired boy wouldn't be upset with him.
He nodded, letting Draco step away from him. "You're right, as always..." He brightened immediately. "But...we can do...this...again, can't we?" Harry looked hopefully at Draco, trying to regain his breath.
"If you said we couldn't, I'd be severely disappointed." Draco smirked, then his features became thoughtful. "Where did you come up with the name 'Drake?'" He asked curiously, his eyes sparkling.
"I...It was just one of those...spur of the moment things...If you don't like it...I won't call you that anymore..." Harry looked away, his cheeks still flushed. "Sorry..."
"Don't be." Draco smiled, picking up his school bag. "I rather like it. But only when you say it...Don't go telling your friends about it..." Harry looked at him oddly, then smiled slyly. "I mean it, Mr. Potter. If you tell them I like the name, I'll deny it to my grave."
"Would you deny to them what just happened here?" Harry picked up his own bag. "Would you deny me?"
"Why would I want to deny you?" Draco looked at the boy, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "I don't understand...Would you deny what just happened?"
"No." Harry said confidently. "I won't deny anything about how I feel about you, or what we do. I just won't give them all the steamy details. But I just thought with your father and all...You wouldn't want everyone to know about this...about us..."
"I don't give a flying fuck about my father, Harry." Draco took the boy's hand and wove their fingers together. "I don't care what any of them think. If I can throw out all my other old beliefs, I can throw out secrecy with it. If my father wants to disown me and deny me the family fortune, fine. Let it rot in Gringrotts for all I care."
Harry stared at him in disbelief. "Really, Draco? You mean it? You'd give up everything you are for me?"
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's raven hair, nodding. "I'd give up my life for you, Harry. And besides," They both started off down the hall to Lunch, "I don't need that money, when I have you and your fortune."
Harry stopped, blinking. "Excuse me? Fortune? What fortune?"
"You are hopeless sometimes, Harry. The Potter's have always been just as wealthy as the Malfoys. You just have to wait a while for your inheritance. Until you've graduated, that it." Harry blinked and Draco shrugged. "It's always been some stupid rule the ministry has...Don't want children dropping out of school just because they won't need the education with all that money."
"I have what money was in my parents vault...But that's hardly a fortune, Draco." Harry looked at him oddly.
"Have you been ignoring me, or what?" Draco sighed with annoyance. "You won't get it until you've graduated."
"Well I....I suppose...but...but..." Harry shook his head, giving up. "It's not really important right now, is it? We need to get some lunch. I'm famished."
Draco hesitated, his pale eyebrows drawn together, his delicate features clearly showing worry. "I don't know if I can . . . I mean . . . It's just . . ."
"I understand, Draco. Really I do," Harry calmly placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, showing support for whatever decisions the blond made. "But you need to think some things over. . . We need to think some things over."
Draco looked up sharply, his breath caught in his chest. "You . . . You're not reconsidering what we just . . . just . . ."
Harry paled. "No. Of course not. Are you?"
"Are you mad?" Draco grinned. "Why would I change my mind about something so perfect?"
"Perfect?" Harry whispered, running his fingers down Draco's soft and slightly flushed cheek, savoring the closeness between the two. "You really think this is perfect?"
Draco tilted his head slightly, his silver eyes unreadable. "What do you think it is?"
"Fate," Harry smiled. "Plain and simple, Fate."
* * *
"Aw, shite," Draco cursed just as he and Harry were about to step into the Great Hall. "I left something in my dorm . . . I'll go get it and talk to you again in Potions, Harry. Alright?"
Harry sighed, looking the boy up and down, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright, Draco . . . But you're going to have to eat with your house again sometime . . . They aren't just going to vanish because you don't want to talk to them." Draco frowned, but Harry continued. "If you're hungry after class we can stop by the kitchens-"
"You know where the kitchens are?" Draco asked skeptically, and when he received a nod from the other boy he agreed that he would probably be hungry and would talk about where to meet in Potions.
"I hope Snape pairs us together again, just to be vicious," Harry winked then watched as Draco sped off down the hall to the dungeons. Sighing softly, he turned and eyed the doors to the Great Hall warily. Maybe he'd skip lunch . . .
*You are such a hypocrite . . .* Draco's voice rang through his head, his tone not angry, but rather amused. *You just want to copy me.*
*Don't you have to be doing something, Draco?* Harry sighed impatiently. *And I'm not a hypocrite!* And just to prove his point Harry threw the doors open to the now silent Great Hall, walked over to the end of the Gryffindor table and sat down, not even noticing that Hermione wasn't sitting in her usual spot by Ron.
* * *
"I need to speak to you, Malfoy," Granger glared at him, running to keep up with his lengthy stride. "Will you bloody stop already?"
Draco abruptly stopped, causing Granger to run right into him, then turned around to look at the mudblood who was brushing off her robes, glaring up at him. "Thank you."
"Tell me what you want and fuck off, I'm busy," Draco whispered in a deadly voice, his silver eyes narrowed. "I don't have time to play with mudbloods today."
"I'm going to ignore that comment, only because I have more important things to say than insults," Hermione said pointedly, sticking her nose up in the air. "What's going on between you and Potter? I heard a rumor on about the train ride . . . but-"
"You mean you don't listen to rumors that will ruin his reputation?" Draco sneered. "You don't start them, doing anything to cause them, or try to put them down? How very *kind* of you, Granger. How very *noble*! I should be bowing on one knee, showing you all the respect you deserve for treating Harry with such thought!"
"Don't mock me, Malfoy!" Hermione hissed, clenching her fists. "I could hex you from here to next week if it suited my purposes."
"Oh, of course. The 'Great and Powerful' mudblood Hermione Granger has joined the Dark Lord all because her 'Golden Boy' turned her down," Draco laughed, running a hand through his hair, smirking at the startled look Granger was giving him. "I wonder if Harry knows your little secret?"
"Since when has he become 'Harry' to you?" she almost shrieked.
"Jealousy will turn any human into a monster, Granger. Remember that. If you want to serve the sick bastard, it's really none of my business, but let me give you a stern warning," Draco grabbed her bushy brown hair and pulled her close to whisper in her ear, "If you ever," Draco emphasized the word, "I mean, *ever*, try to harm Harry I will make sure your head hangs from the entrance of your common room. Detached from your body of course."
She gasped and went for her wand, but Draco was already twirling it through his fingers, too far away from her reach. "You're playing with the big kids now, Mudblood. Why the Dark Lord let you join his ranks, I'll never know, and I'll never care. But if you raise a finger to Harry, I'll make you regret ever getting your Hogwarts letter when you were eleven. Got it?"
"So it is true! There is something going on between you and Harry!"
"Perhaps," Draco smirked. "Whatever the case, you'll never get your hands down his pants like you wanted, will you?" He pushed her to the floor and left, laughing, though he really felt sick inside
Author: DemonicCharity
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R for language purposes and future events.
Warning: This is Slash. BoyxBoy. Homosexual relationships. Why are you still here if you don't want to read this? I'm not mind controling you. Shoo! Go away!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, if he were, we'd be out having a party right now. But as he isn't mine and I don't have the money for a party, I can't afford to go to court. Don't sue me, I've only got my last pay check to live on for the next week...
Summary: Harry and Draco are sick of the petty games they have played in the past, but sins aren't so easily forgotten. Harry must prove that he isn't afraid of what Fate has to offer him, while Draco must prove that he is willing to stand up to his Father. This is their last chance at love and salvation....will they find it?
Notes: I got reviews! *Is shocked!* This is really cool! I'm inspired! I'm so sorry for not updating in such a long time! I just got a new computer and had to take all my old documents and stories and put them on it. Any ways, keeping reviewing, it makes me feel special. Thanks to my few fans, I appreciate the time you take to tell me what you think!
Chapter 3 : The Fate That Seperates Us, Part 1
Draco Malfoy, son of the infamous Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy, and Voldemort's next Chosen, entered the dungeons in a foul disposition. His dragon-hide boots clicked softly on the stone floor as he crossed the room to his usual potions seat, his black robe floating out behind hin menacingly. He dumped his bag on the floor, swiping a lock of pale hair behind his ear and sat down gracefully.
As he pulled out his new potions book, he let his eyes drift to the only other occupant in the dank room. Snape. Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master of all England and Head of Slytherin House. A man whose temper alone could battle a Dragon, and most likely bring the poor beast to it's knees. Dragon's did have knees, didn't they? 'Guess it depends on the species...' Draco thought idly as he pulled out his quill and sky-blue ink.
His mother had bought the ink for him over the summer holidays, claiming it matched his eyes perfectly. 'Rubbish,' Draco thought sourly, his mind steeled against the soft memories of his mother's love. 'Absolute rubbish. No one needs that fucking shit anyway.'
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape nodded in a simple greeting, one that showed acknowledgment, but not to much caring. "As pleased as I am that you have arrived a bit early for class, would you like to enlighten me as to why you are here an hour early, skipping lunch to sit here, in a damp dungeon with only a teacher to keep you company?" The Professor casually strode over and pulled a near-by stool around to the other side of the table Draco was sitting at.
The older man looked like hell, Draco silently observed. This would most likely mean a tough class with little explanations and Griffindor losing more house points than was necessary. "Sir," Draco muttered, looking away awkwardly. "I wasn't feeling very hungry today...that's all..."
Snape looked at him warily, then shook his head impatiently. "Excuse my language, Mr. Malfoy, but that is a bunch of shite." Draco looked sharply at the man, waiting for him to continue. "I've known you and your father for years, boy. I know a shift in mood when I see it."
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it again, pain and confusion flashing through his blue eyes. 'Damn you, you two-faced bastard,' he thought angrily, then knocked his cauldron to the floor with a hiss. "Is that all I am? All I'm supposed to be? A fucking mirror-image of my father and his choices? I will not make the same mistakes, sir! I will not be the man he became!"
Snape nodded respectfully. "Yes. You made that very clear this morning in the Great Hall." He gave him a sad smile. "You are a brave wizard, Draco, none deny that." Draco began to speak a protest, but Snape silenced him with his raised hand, commanding his full attention. "Yes. Even your father realizes it, I can assure you of that much. But I must say, you aren't one to hold your emotions in check. Would you like to tell me how you found your self in possession of this unusual foul mood?"
Draco gritted his teeth. "Why? So you could carry my weakness to Voldemort? Tell him what made his next Chosen turn on him in a matter of one summer? Not even a summer...two days...two fucking days!" He pushed the freed lock of blonde hair back in place, glaring at his potions teacher.
"I commended you on your bravery, Draco, but that alone won't keep you alive in the up coming battle for the wizarding world. You weren't sorted into Slytherin because of courage," Snape hissed sourly. "Use your head, boy! Have you not wondered why the Dark Lord's plans are continuously thwarted, year after year?"
Draco blinked. Well of course he knew...How could one not? "Potter-"
Snape snorted in disgust, turning his lip up and wrinkling his nose. "That boy has no magical talent what so ever, Mr. Malfoy. He's not the Boy-Who-Lived, but the Brat-Who-Keeps-Getting-Lucky. Sometimes I really wish Voldemort could keep his hands on the boy. It would make my job that much easier, believe me..."
"Sir...I don't think I'm getting the whole picture here..." Draco frowned, confused.
"Stupidity doesn't suit you, Draco." Snape sighed impatiently. "I'm not working as a spy for the Dark Lord, in fact, it's the other way around. If there is any man I serve, it would be Albus Dumbledore, and he doesn't require a mark to be sure of the one's loyalty. I can be trusted, and I give you my word nothing said will leave this room."
Draco chewed his lip, not sure if he should trust the man with the troubles he was now facing. He knew that it would be all or nothing with his Potions Professor. Half-answers were never acceptable in the past and they wouldn't be now. "I've somehow found myself in a rather...tricky...predicament in the past two days." He hesitated for a moment. "As with everything that goes wrong in my life...Potter is involved."
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Potter? What has the boy meddled in this time?" He asked sourly, his eyebrows furrowed in a scowl.
"My thoughts...Feelings. My...My heart..." Snape's eyes clouded in confusion. "I have acquired many new feelings towards him...feelings that are somewhat a mystery to me." Draco traced the wooden pattern on the table with his pale finger, chewing on his lip nervously.
"You...have a...a crush on...Potter?" Snape looked at the uneasy boy sitting across from him with worry and shock. "Potter?"
"No!" Draco said defensively, making the Professor raise an eyebrow. "No..." Draco continued softly. "I don't think...It's not that simple. Not anymore, anyways." Draco struggled inwardly with his conscience. This was all just so much to handle. "There was an...incident...that occurred in one of our classes this morning. Divination, to be precise, sir," he added, seeing the question in Snape's eyes. "We...We paired up as we don't have any other friends at the moment, and somehow accomplished what only a few wizards in ancient times were able to do...We somehow...bonded. That's the correct word, I hope..."
Snape sucked in a sharp breath. "B...Bonded? You two...successfully... connected? In one class period you did something not even Professor Dumbledore could do?" Draco nodded, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"You can speak to Potter now? In your thoughts? At this very moment?" Snape stood and began pacing, his robes billowing out behind him as he moved back and forth, his shoes scraping softly on the stone floor.
"Well...Yes, sir. But I'd rather not." Snape stopped pacing and sent him a questioning glance. Draco continued quickly, gulping back worry. "We...We sort of had a bit of a fall out before I got here. . . So I think we're ignoring each other, or atleast, I'm ignoring him."
"Pray tell, Mr. Malfoy. What made you do such a thing?" Snape sat again, looking truly interested.
"It's a rather long story, Professor..." Draco wanted desperately to change the topic, to block out the feelings of guilt that were flooding through him. "I should study, sir. I don't want to fall behind in my classes this year. We take the N.E.W.T.s-"
"I know perfectly well what tests you will be taking this year, Draco. And we have over three-quarters of an hour until classes begin. Then you can take all the time you want to study. Until then I suggest you fill me in on exactly what happened after your Divination class." Draco opened his mouth to once again protest, but Snape silenced him quickly. "And if you can't fit it all in, I suggest you condense the story a bit."
Draco nodded slowly sighing in defeat. "Of course, Professor..."
* * * * * *
Draco had left the Divination tower in high spirits, glad to have someone who he could now trust with his entire being. Harry Potter had promised him everything in the past hour that no one had promised in the past seventeen years of his life. And the thing was...Harry would keep every promise he had made, unlike the bastards he had once called family and friends.
"Draco? Are you alright?" Harry followed Draco down the ladder from the room above looking a bit confused. "Was it all the perfume?"
Draco shook his head, smiling. "I'm fine. Really." He gave the raven haired boy an encouraging nod, forgetting about everything that didn't include Harry in someway. *Really* He promised inwardly, knowing he couldn't lie to the boy when they communicated this way.
Harry smiled and nodded, walking alongside Draco in contentment. "That was my all time favorite Divination class. Ever!" Harry grinned, resettling the leather strap that held his bad on his shoulder. "You'll be my partner again next class, won't you?"
Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well I can't very well work with anyone else, now can I? Thanks, but I only want you in my head, not hundreds of random voices that are all saying very rude things to me." He smirked. "I'm afraid you're the only one for me now, Golden Boy."
Harry frowned. "I don't say rude things to you, do I?"
Draco put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "You're allowed to be rude, as long as you stick some kink in there as well." Harry laughed and pushed him away jokingly.
"But this will come in handy in Potions class. You're such a natural when it comes to all that stuff. Could you maybe...you know...give me a few pointers so I don't blow up my cauldron like Neville?"
Draco's lip curled in disgust. "I'll do anything you bloody ask of me as long as you don't end up like that cowering ball of wasted space. And don't say such things! That boy's name alone is a curse!"
It was now Harry's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Anything you say..." He looked around suspiciously, making Draco follow his gaze curiously. No one was in sight. Even the paintings were empty on this floor.
"Harry...Is something wrong-" Draco was cut short as he was shoved against the wall, his bag being ripped from his grasp as Harry smirked confidently at him. The raven boy tossed his school supplies in a heap next to Draco's and advanced slowly, making Draco suck his breath in quickly. "H...Harry..."
"Shh...Draco. Relax." Harry whispered, letting his lips draw close to Draco's neck. He inhaled deeply, making the pale boy visibly shiver. "Vanilla..." Harry closed his eyes in contentment. "You smell like...Vanilla." Harry abruptly pushed his head up and snaked his tongue along the smooth, pale flesh of Draco's throat.
"H...Harry..." Draco gasped and reached out to grab something, trying to steady himself. "G...Good..." Harry braced Draco tighter against the wall, spreading his legs apart with his knee.
"Breathe, Draco..." Harry whispered next to his ear, lightly nipping at it. "Just remember to breathe." Draco found his voice malfunctioning, so settled for a weak nod. And Harry descended on Draco, placing light kisses along his jaw, barely letting his teeth grace the pale skin.
"I...I..." Draco gasped as Harry sucked on his neck, leaving a love bruise. Harry pulled away and looked up, his eyes clouded with uncertainty.
"Am...Am I making you...feel uncomfortable?" He took a step back, chewing his lip. "I'm sorry, Draco...I..." Draco's eyes widened. Harry looked panicked and was feeling that he had destroyed everything he had just found with Draco. How wrong he had it!
Harry grabbed his school bad and was about to retreat when Draco grabbed his wrist harshly. The raven haired boy looked confused as Draco ripped the leather strap from Harry's hand and tossed the bag back into the pile it had laid in before. Then Draco turned and pushed Harry against the wall, smirking at the shocked looked on Harry's face. "I want you, Harry." Draco said roughly, "Believe me. I want you." He pushed against the boys body, angling himself so he could feel every breath Harry was taking.
"D...Drake!" Harry moaned as Draco slipped his hands underneath the green t-shirt he wore. He shivered as the pale boy traced all his curves with delicate fingers, whimpering when those hands left his flesh for only a bare moment. "I...I need you, Drake. P...Please!" Harry moaned seeing the smirk playing on Draco's lips. "V...Vanilla..." He whispered as Draco caught him in a breath-taking kiss that seemed to be a link with destiny itself
Draco sighed dreamily. His skin was as soft as Draco had imagined it, muscles as strong and formed as in his dreams. This was where he was supposed to be. With Harry. Always with Harry.
Soft pink lips graced Harry's own in a dance that was so sensual and perfect neither wanted it to end, ever. Harry wanted Draco with him for eternity, how own Dragon who could not only protect him, but give him pleasure and joy as well.
But Draco wanted their moment's to be special. Secret. Just for the two of them to share. No one needed to know how much he had fallen for his worst enemy. No one but Harry, and he was far to careless in games like these. But...This wasn't a game anymore, was it? This was Harry, this was destiny. They both came up for breath, gasping and absolutely intoxicated with each other. "H...Harry...We...We have to stop..." Draco shook his head, trying to rid himself of his lust filled thoughts. "A...Anyone could..could see us..." He hoped desperate the raven haired boy wouldn't be upset with him.
He nodded, letting Draco step away from him. "You're right, as always..." He brightened immediately. "But...we can do...this...again, can't we?" Harry looked hopefully at Draco, trying to regain his breath.
"If you said we couldn't, I'd be severely disappointed." Draco smirked, then his features became thoughtful. "Where did you come up with the name 'Drake?'" He asked curiously, his eyes sparkling.
"I...It was just one of those...spur of the moment things...If you don't like it...I won't call you that anymore..." Harry looked away, his cheeks still flushed. "Sorry..."
"Don't be." Draco smiled, picking up his school bag. "I rather like it. But only when you say it...Don't go telling your friends about it..." Harry looked at him oddly, then smiled slyly. "I mean it, Mr. Potter. If you tell them I like the name, I'll deny it to my grave."
"Would you deny to them what just happened here?" Harry picked up his own bag. "Would you deny me?"
"Why would I want to deny you?" Draco looked at the boy, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "I don't understand...Would you deny what just happened?"
"No." Harry said confidently. "I won't deny anything about how I feel about you, or what we do. I just won't give them all the steamy details. But I just thought with your father and all...You wouldn't want everyone to know about this...about us..."
"I don't give a flying fuck about my father, Harry." Draco took the boy's hand and wove their fingers together. "I don't care what any of them think. If I can throw out all my other old beliefs, I can throw out secrecy with it. If my father wants to disown me and deny me the family fortune, fine. Let it rot in Gringrotts for all I care."
Harry stared at him in disbelief. "Really, Draco? You mean it? You'd give up everything you are for me?"
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's raven hair, nodding. "I'd give up my life for you, Harry. And besides," They both started off down the hall to Lunch, "I don't need that money, when I have you and your fortune."
Harry stopped, blinking. "Excuse me? Fortune? What fortune?"
"You are hopeless sometimes, Harry. The Potter's have always been just as wealthy as the Malfoys. You just have to wait a while for your inheritance. Until you've graduated, that it." Harry blinked and Draco shrugged. "It's always been some stupid rule the ministry has...Don't want children dropping out of school just because they won't need the education with all that money."
"I have what money was in my parents vault...But that's hardly a fortune, Draco." Harry looked at him oddly.
"Have you been ignoring me, or what?" Draco sighed with annoyance. "You won't get it until you've graduated."
"Well I....I suppose...but...but..." Harry shook his head, giving up. "It's not really important right now, is it? We need to get some lunch. I'm famished."
Draco hesitated, his pale eyebrows drawn together, his delicate features clearly showing worry. "I don't know if I can . . . I mean . . . It's just . . ."
"I understand, Draco. Really I do," Harry calmly placed his hand on Draco's shoulder, showing support for whatever decisions the blond made. "But you need to think some things over. . . We need to think some things over."
Draco looked up sharply, his breath caught in his chest. "You . . . You're not reconsidering what we just . . . just . . ."
Harry paled. "No. Of course not. Are you?"
"Are you mad?" Draco grinned. "Why would I change my mind about something so perfect?"
"Perfect?" Harry whispered, running his fingers down Draco's soft and slightly flushed cheek, savoring the closeness between the two. "You really think this is perfect?"
Draco tilted his head slightly, his silver eyes unreadable. "What do you think it is?"
"Fate," Harry smiled. "Plain and simple, Fate."
* * *
"Aw, shite," Draco cursed just as he and Harry were about to step into the Great Hall. "I left something in my dorm . . . I'll go get it and talk to you again in Potions, Harry. Alright?"
Harry sighed, looking the boy up and down, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright, Draco . . . But you're going to have to eat with your house again sometime . . . They aren't just going to vanish because you don't want to talk to them." Draco frowned, but Harry continued. "If you're hungry after class we can stop by the kitchens-"
"You know where the kitchens are?" Draco asked skeptically, and when he received a nod from the other boy he agreed that he would probably be hungry and would talk about where to meet in Potions.
"I hope Snape pairs us together again, just to be vicious," Harry winked then watched as Draco sped off down the hall to the dungeons. Sighing softly, he turned and eyed the doors to the Great Hall warily. Maybe he'd skip lunch . . .
*You are such a hypocrite . . .* Draco's voice rang through his head, his tone not angry, but rather amused. *You just want to copy me.*
*Don't you have to be doing something, Draco?* Harry sighed impatiently. *And I'm not a hypocrite!* And just to prove his point Harry threw the doors open to the now silent Great Hall, walked over to the end of the Gryffindor table and sat down, not even noticing that Hermione wasn't sitting in her usual spot by Ron.
* * *
"I need to speak to you, Malfoy," Granger glared at him, running to keep up with his lengthy stride. "Will you bloody stop already?"
Draco abruptly stopped, causing Granger to run right into him, then turned around to look at the mudblood who was brushing off her robes, glaring up at him. "Thank you."
"Tell me what you want and fuck off, I'm busy," Draco whispered in a deadly voice, his silver eyes narrowed. "I don't have time to play with mudbloods today."
"I'm going to ignore that comment, only because I have more important things to say than insults," Hermione said pointedly, sticking her nose up in the air. "What's going on between you and Potter? I heard a rumor on about the train ride . . . but-"
"You mean you don't listen to rumors that will ruin his reputation?" Draco sneered. "You don't start them, doing anything to cause them, or try to put them down? How very *kind* of you, Granger. How very *noble*! I should be bowing on one knee, showing you all the respect you deserve for treating Harry with such thought!"
"Don't mock me, Malfoy!" Hermione hissed, clenching her fists. "I could hex you from here to next week if it suited my purposes."
"Oh, of course. The 'Great and Powerful' mudblood Hermione Granger has joined the Dark Lord all because her 'Golden Boy' turned her down," Draco laughed, running a hand through his hair, smirking at the startled look Granger was giving him. "I wonder if Harry knows your little secret?"
"Since when has he become 'Harry' to you?" she almost shrieked.
"Jealousy will turn any human into a monster, Granger. Remember that. If you want to serve the sick bastard, it's really none of my business, but let me give you a stern warning," Draco grabbed her bushy brown hair and pulled her close to whisper in her ear, "If you ever," Draco emphasized the word, "I mean, *ever*, try to harm Harry I will make sure your head hangs from the entrance of your common room. Detached from your body of course."
She gasped and went for her wand, but Draco was already twirling it through his fingers, too far away from her reach. "You're playing with the big kids now, Mudblood. Why the Dark Lord let you join his ranks, I'll never know, and I'll never care. But if you raise a finger to Harry, I'll make you regret ever getting your Hogwarts letter when you were eleven. Got it?"
"So it is true! There is something going on between you and Harry!"
"Perhaps," Draco smirked. "Whatever the case, you'll never get your hands down his pants like you wanted, will you?" He pushed her to the floor and left, laughing, though he really felt sick inside