The Way Things Are Supposed to Be

By Light Catastrophe

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Maybe, in some way I am related to J. K. Rowling and after she dies, I will inherit the right to Harry Potter, but until then, I am just (ab)using her characters.

Warnings: yaoi, slash, mpreg, AU, angstiness

Pairings: Lucius/Harry and Draco/Harry

Author's babblings: I actually got this idea from a challenge on an mpreg website that I cannot remember the name of. Anyways, credit for the idea goes to them. There was no name attached to it.

Here is the challenge:

Harry is set to marry one person, but falls in love with another. They try to resist, but end up getting together secretly. They're found out when Harry, who's supposed to be a virgin, ends up pregnant. Please no tragic endings, only happy. Maybe a father-son thing. Harry is supposed to marry Lucius, but falls in love with Draco or vice versa.

So here it is. Tell me how I did.

Background: This an AU story. Harry's parents are alive and he is the Prince of a Kingdom. Don't question it. Ha.

I will update Unfinished Letters and Always You soon. I just couldn't pass this up.

Harry's point of view

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The first thing I noticed about the man was that he was very tall. The second thing I noticed was that he had an aura of loneliness about him. I had never met anyone who seemed so sad in my entire life.

His eyes met mine and, in spite of my attempts to try to appear strong, I shivered.

"Harry," said my father, firmly, "this is your husband-to-be, Lucius."

Bile rose in my throat. I nodded, wordlessly, afraid of sounding stupid. Besides the fact I had not been given permission to speak yet.

"His wife has died recently," continued father. "He is looking for a new wife and has asked for your hand in marriage. I have agreed. He is from and noble family. His son is about your age, maybe a little older."

No, no, it wasn't fair. I was supposed to marry someone I loved; not someone who was older than my father and who had a son older than I. How did his son feel about all this? He certainly wouldn't agree, would he? I, on the other hand, had no choice. I never did. I was completely submissive to everyone. I had no power. My title was 'prince', but really, I was more like a princess: just there to look pretty. Even my mother, lovely as she was, had more power than I.

"Well, what do you have to say, Harry?" asked father.

There was nothing I could say. Bowing my head, I muttered, "I do, of course, accept."

My mother, sitting on the throne nest to my father's, smiled brilliantly, lifting my aching heart ever so slightly from the pit in which it had sunk. "Oh, lovely!" she exclaimed. She was beautiful: long, silky red hair, bright green eyes which I had inherited. And she was kind; great and kind.

A smirk seemed to spread across the man's, Lucius', face. Never had I felt so afraid in the entirety of my seventeen years of life. There was no doubt in my mind that the man was handsome. He was tall, muscular. Blonde hair shaped his face and draped over his shoulders. He was dressed entirely in black. But he was intimidating and found it hard to make eye-contact with him. I think he delighted in making me squirm uncomfortably.

"Well then," said my father, absently pushing his dark hair behind his ears, "Harry, you may go back to your room whilst we discuss certain matters."

Inwardly, I wondered what those matters were, but I didn't voice this. As I turned to leave, I could feel Lucius' eyes boring into me.

As soon as I had left the throne room, I let out a deep breath and slid down the wall. I pulled my knees to my chest and let out a single, small sob.

Then I felt, more than saw, someone standing above me. Looking up, blurry-eyed, I saw a hand reaching down to me, though I could not make out the face of its possessor. The hand grasped my own and pulled me up. I wiped the tears from my eyes to see who my savior was. I pulled back in fright when I saw an almost identical version of the man I was due to marry. This man was younger though and kinder-looking. He smiled genuinely at me.

"Ah, you must be my father's bride-to-be," he said in a casual, off-hand sort of way, as though he didn't really care.

I nodded, quietly muttering, "I'm sorry."

He laughed. "No, there's no need for you to be sorry. It's you whom I should feel sorry for. My father isn't the easiest person in the world to get along with. Now where were you headed? Would you like me to escort you?"

A blush found its way to my cheeks. "My rooms and thank you for your kindness."

He shrugged it off and linked our elbows.

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When I woke the next morning, I hid my face from the sun, pulling the covers above my head and groaning slightly. The world was a cruel place and I never, ever wished to leave my bed again. Then I remembered the boy from yesterday and I felt my cheeks grow red again. I never even found out his name. Maybe being married to Lucius wouldn't be so bad if that boy was there with me.

A knock came at my door. In a rush, I grabbed a sheet in attempt to cover my mostly-naked body. "May I come in, Harry?" I recognized the voice as the voice of my mother.

"Yes," I said, just loudly enough for her to hear.

She pushed the door open and smiled, skirts billowing behind her. "Why, Harry, you look just like a blushing bride. Are you that happy to be getting married?"

I lowered my eyes. "Yes, mother," I lied.

The bed sank a bit as she sat on the edge, reaching for my hand. "I remember when I found out that I was pledged to marry your father. I was so happy. You remind me of myself."

"Yes, mother."

"Harry," she said soothingly, squeezing my hand. "I know this is hard on you, but you must understand: James needs to marry you off and this is the perfect opportunity."

The way she said in made me sound like livestock. Is that really all I meant to them?

After a few moments of silence, she sighed and got off my bed. "Just know, darling, that I am here if you ever need to talk. You don't need to be afraid of me also."

I lived in fear. Maybe that was why father was so ashamed of me.

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Several weeks passed. I saw that boy again a few times, but we never engaged in conversation. It seems that he and Lucius had taken up residence in the castle. I was expected to show Lucius around and eat meals with him, but my fondness of him never grew. In fact, if possible, I hated him more, though I never showed it.

One day as we were walking through the courtyard, he abruptly halted. He pulled me roughly against him, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Listen, love," he hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "you are mine now. Don't forget your place." With that, he pushed me harshly away, slamming me into a tree, and marching away.

Tears ran freely down my face and, for the first time, I really let myself sob. That man would break me. I would never be the same again.

In an attempt to stop my tears, I tried to think of something happy.

Happy.

That boy made me happy.

My heart started fluttering rapidly at the thought of his beautiful eyes.

Almost on cue, he walked up and grinned down at me. "You've been crying again."

I sniffed.

"Come on, I was just heading to get some food. Your chefs here are amazing. Nothing like what we have at home."

Then I realized that I knew absolutely nothing about this boy.

"What's your name?"

"That's only about the second thing I've ever heard you say. I was beginning to wonder if you are alright in the head," he grinned. "My name's Draco. And yours is Harry. There. Now that we've been properly introduced, can we go grab some food? I'm starving."

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"Harry?" Draco asked, cautiously a few nights later.

I looked up from the book I was reading and made eye contact with him, fighting the flush that was starting to come to my cheeks. "Huh?"

We were lying on my bed, silently reading, reveling in each other's company. Over the past few days we had gotten very close, though we were trying to hide it from Lucius. I don't think he would like it if he knew Draco and I had become close.

Draco never answered me though. Instead, he leaned in close to me. His mouth was only a few inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, making my senses acute. Then, he pressed his lips against mine, only for a moment, and then he pulled away and went back to reading.

I went quickly from surprised to angry. "Draco, what was that?"

He glanced up, smirking. "I just wanted to claim you once before my father took you as his own. Sorry. I thought maybe you wanted it, too. Guess I was mistaken."

Wide-eyed, I stared at him. Was he just playing with me? I hoped not.

"Don't worry," he said. "It won't happen again."

What?

He got up to leave, but I pounced on him before he could. He shoved me backwards. "I told you, Harry. That was a one-time thing. I never get in the way of my father. Ever."

And with that, he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

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Babblings: What do you think? There will be probably at least tow more parts to this.

Review or I will make HARRY eat your babies! Hahaaaa!