Unfavourable Fate

Author: Sleet Fizz :D

Beta: knightmare. The most wonderful BETA reader on earth.

Disclaimer: All the characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; if they belonged to me then I would have put Harry and Draco together in the first place anyway.

Warnings: It's slash if you haven't worked it out by now. And beside, if you're reading this then you probably like slash. If you don't then just read it for fun.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R, varies from chapter to chapter. Even though you're probably not over 18, you can read it at your own pleasure.

Chapter 1 - Subtle Seduction

Note: This is a Draco/Harry fanfiction and contains some other pairings but the main romance is Draco and Harry. The point of views change so keep up. Also, thoughts of the characters are written between double slashes – / blah blah /

Draco liked the sex with Blaise but it was meaningless. When he had fully come to terms with his own sexuality, it didn't bother him with the exception of the fact that he wouldn't be able to pass down his bloodline, and continue on the family name. It was stressful being a Malfoy; the attention his father had given the Malfoy family caused Draco a hard time, but nevertheless, people became fearful of him.

Ever since his father was captured and placed into Azkaban, Draco was the man of the house. Draco's mother also served the Dark Lord, occasionally reminding her son that he would sooner or later have to receive the Dark Mark and fight against the light side.

And so the story beings…
Draco entered his dorm only to be greeted by none other than Blaise Zabini. Classes were over for the day, and Draco had a ton of homework. He knew the seduction games his friend played, but he simply wasn't in the mood for it tonight.

"Draco, you look tired," purred Blaise as he stepped in front of Draco, slipping his hands behind his neck, feeling the smooth, white skin.

"Not tonight, Blaise, I feel tired and I have stupid transfigurations homework to tend to," he said, as he avoid Blaise's attempt to kiss him on the lips, and instead got a peck on the ear.

A somewhat disappointed Slytherin whispered to Draco's ear, pressing his body to the other boy's, "Fine, but you know where I'll be."

The blond's spine tingled, and he shook his head, trying not to think that body in front of him could fulfill his sexual desires. After dismissing Zabini, Draco sat at his desk. He laid out a parchment, took out an inkbottle with a quill, and started writing his homework.

/Bloody Gryffindor Professor, who the hell is gonna do a one foot long essay on Animagus/

Draco continued to work on his other homework after writing the essay, and did a little extra reading done for potions class. He yawned; it was getting late, and he was extremely tired. He slipped off his casual clothing, leaving him bare with a pair of silk green boxers and went into bed, folding his arms behind his head and began thinking, if he wasn't already doing that anyway.

/This is the year. I don't want to get the Dark Mark, but how am I supposed to stop from getting it? That stupid Voldemort is likely going to hunt me down and implant the mark into my left arm. Either that, or kill me. And I don't bloody want that! I don't want to fight, to be on the light or dark side. I want to be normal, as normal as a gay guy can be, and do fun stuff./

It was extremely weird for him to think to himself, and not really have anyone to converse to. It was not like Draco had anyone to talk to. Everyone had chosen a side, and his side was destined to be of the dark, of the one supporting Voldemort. His own thoughts tired him further, and soon he closed his eyes as slumber came to him, letting his thoughts drift away into dream land.

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The next morning Draco was greeted with a smiling Blaise.

"Up and at 'em, gotta get to breakfast. We have double potions with Gryffindor today," Blaise said pulling Draco out of bed.

The blond reluctantly followed Blaise into the bathroom. Blaise looked at Draco and got annoyed; if they didn't hurry then they'd miss out on breakfast. He kissed the blond boy, waking him up from his drowsy state.

"Hey!" Draco's eyes widened, and then he separated their heads.

After brushing their teeth and a quick shower (separately), the two were joined by Pansy Parkinson as they entered the common room of the Slytherin dungeon. They went down to the Great Hall together to have breakfast. They sat in their usual spot, and started eating bacon and eggs and toast.

"God, why do we have to have potions with Gryffindor again this year? But then it's Charms with Ravenclaw," Pansy informed the two, drinking her orange juice and standing up. "Hey, it's time for class; let's go before we're late."

Owls suddenly flew in, delivering their parcels. Draco didn't want mail because it was likely to be from his mother arranging for him to get the Dark Mark at a young age. Draco supported his head with his left hand, making his head slant as he scooped some cereal into his mouth and ate. Life at school was boring, and he wanted to finish his schooling and get out of Hogwarts. After a spoonful or so, he got up and walked to potions with his friend.

Blaise walked by Draco's side, occasionally feeling Draco's arm with his fingers.

"Stop it. People are going to see that." Draco glanced down at his hand and back up again frowning at his friend. Pansy progressed into the class while Draco and Blaise waited outside for Theodore.

"Oh, it's nothing, Harry. Being gay doesn't change anything."

"It does. People are going to look at me weird. I'll start being known as the boy-who-fucked-guys rather than the-boy-who-lived."

Blaise turned to Draco with a grin on his face, "Oh, so the hero doesn't turn out to be as straight as he seems to be. Do you recon he'll be good in bed?"

"I don't think so. We're nemeses, and besides he's probably fucking the redhead." Draco made a disgusted face, but he was into any guy on the market, maybe even Mister Harry Potter. He seriously thought about being with Harry, who looked good, and had a nice body, but the pairing wouldn't match.

Harry Potter turned the corner alongside Granger. He looked a bit more timid than his usual self, maybe because he was thinking about his sexuality and how it might affect his life afterwards.

"Potter, you again. Another year stuck with you stupid Gryffindors in potions is going to be disastrous. I don't even know how you made it to the N.E.W.T level anyway. And where's the poor redhead?" the Slytherin said, folding his arms.

"Shut it, Malfoy. I don't know why you bother to waste your breath with insults." Harry stopped in front of Draco, his demeanor completely changed to an aggressive and firm person.

There was going to be a fight if someone didn't quickly stop the two boys.

"Fuck you Potter," Draco retorted, eyes glaring at Harry's, taking in his luscious and distinct emerald eyes. Professor Snape appeared in front of the group, having turned into view of the four students.

"In class now, the lot of you!"

The students hurried into the class, the Slytherins sitting in front and Gryffindors near the back. Snape walked to the front of the class with his normal defiant stare.

"This year you all will obviously be training for your N.E.W.T level exam this year. A part of the course involves teamwork with random partners." With a flick of his wand names were magically written on the board, "These will be your partners this year. Now move to your assigned seat!" Snape sneered at the students. Draco's eyes skimmed the board carefully looking for his name. Unsurprisingly, he was partnered up with the famous Potter, but it didn't really matter, he could do all the work by himself.

/Why did I even bother thinking of looking when I knew it would be a stupid Gryffindor? Maybe he can prevent me from getting the Dark Mark. Oh, what the fuck am I thinking? I wouldn't do the same for him/ Draco thought.

When Harry found out his name was paired up with Draco, he too wasn't too surprised either. He knew Snape would put him with someone he hated, and give him low marks.

"Cheer up, Harry, you'll live. But I have to work with that Pansy," whispered Hermione as she gathered her books and walked beside Pansy's seat. The students moved to their assigned seats while groaning. This year was most important, they all fully knew, and they needed to study hard for exams. And with the rise of Voldemort, families were scared, not knowing whom to trust, Draco Malfoy being one of them.

Harry collected all his books and his bag, and started walking towards Draco. The other boy was heading his way, as well.
"God, I'm stuck with you," Draco spat at Harry, as the two decided to sit at the desk near the back. Draco slammed his books down and slumped in his seat.

"Whatever," Harry sat down and unpacked his bag. As he was putting his books down his hand brushed Draco's, causing the Slytherin to glance at the Gryffindor. Neither boy exchanged words, but both stared at Professor Snape.

"All right, you all will be making the Descante potion. Does anyone know what this potion does?"
Hermione and Draco's hands both shot up in unison. Snape, being biased against Gryffindor and a Slytherin himself, obviously chose Draco.

"It's a healing potion used to soothe the person's mood and inner being. However, it has the side effect of making the consumer drowsy and unable to think in their normal state; in other words making the person drunk," Draco answered, with a smile etched on his face. Harry looked to his right and rolled his eyes.

"Correct, Mister Malfoy, as always. Now will everyone open your textbook to page 29 and get the ingredients necessary for the potion." Snape sneered at his class.

Harry was staring at Draco as he flipped his book to the page and set up the equipment.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and get the ingredients, Potter?" Draco demanded as he looked up and made eye contact with Harry. The Gryffindor was transfixed by Draco's grey eyes; they looked nice and hypnotic.

"Umm ... yeah, ok," muttered Harry, looking away and quickly getting up from his seat, rushing to the cupboard where other students had stood. Draco waited impatiently as Harry took his sweet time to get back with the ingredients.

They started getting the potion ready; Harry was ordered to chop the seaweed as Draco added the flubberworms into the cauldron. He glanced at Harry. "You're chopping it wrong, you idiot. It's like this."
Draco slipped his hand along Harry's, seeing the other boy squirm, he took the knife and started slicing the seaweed. "They have to be thin or else it'll take too long to dissolve." Draco liked the feel of the effeminate hands; they were soft and smooth.

Harry just gazed at Draco's delicate hand finely slicing the seaweed and adding it in the mixture. He looked over the cauldron to see it turn a sky-blue colour. Draco walked to the storage room and he grabbed a vial. Draco returned and started pouring some of the potion mixture in the container. For the rest of the lesson, they sat there talking.

"You must do a lot of studying to be that good in potions," said Harry.

"A compliment? How nice of you," Draco drawled snobbishly.

"Just trying to be friendly," retorted Harry,

"Well don't.'

"Fine, so I guess I'll just be the mean boy that has always hated you."

"Fine by me, I don't want your pity and friendliness rubbing on me," snorted Draco and continued to work on his potions contently.

And then for the rest of class the two sat in silence.
It seemed as soon as the class started, it was already over, the students rushed out the door for their next class.

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"Hi Harry, Hermione," Ron greeted, as he went to take Hermione's hand.

"Hey Ron," said Harry, waving at Ron. Ron had grown taller over the holiday break and now he was much taller than Harry and Hermione. He was bulkier and his hair was as red as usual.

"Come on, let's get to next class, and we can have lunch after that," said Hermione, slowly walking backwards and dragging Ron's hand along with her, making him follow her.

"Umm … I'll catch up with you guys later; my books are back in the dorm. I gotta go grab them." Harry waved goodbye and watched the two leave. They were a nice couple, and he envied that. He wanted someone to be with, but he just didn't know any other gay guys at Hogwarts. Harry walked along the passages of the castle. He wrapped his arms around him, as he shivered from the cold breeze that the castle seemed to emit.

/I wonder if Draco heard that conversation I had with Hermione. Who gives a fuck anyway, no one's likely going to believe that sexy blond anyway. Sexy? Lust again, I want someone to love. But there's probably no one gay at this school. I mean, why would you want to go to a coed school when you're gay// Harry thought to himself.

He turned around a corner and saw that the stairs were about to shift. Harry decided to make a dash for it, or else he would be late for class. He was nearly there, breath after breath he got closer to the staircase, hoping the stairs wouldn't shift on him just yet because he wouldn't know how long he'd have to wait until the staircases would shift back into its original state. Just then, to Harry's surprise, he ran into someone.

BANG

The Gryffindor tumbled over on top of someone, someone hard and sturdy. His vision swam and he was unable to see, so he shook his head.

Fuck.

Harry didn't feel breasts underneath him, so it must be a guy, a guy with firm chest muscles. "Sorry, it's my fault; I was running and I need to be at class soon…," apologized Harry. Harry turned his head to the left and looked at the figure he had fallen on top of.

"Blaise, oh, it's you. Yeah sorry," Harry just realized his was still on top of the boy. Blaise was somewhat of a handsome guy and he had heard rumors that he was gay.

The Slytherin just smirked, feeling something firm and hard against his left thigh.

"Um, no worries," Harry started to get up when Blaise pulled him down again. He whispered, and he licked Harry's ear, "Let's have some fun."

What the fuck is he doing?

"I have no idea what you're doing, and I don't think we should be doing that out here, or even at all." Harry tried to get up this time and succeeded. "I've got to run and get my books." Then Harry straightened his clothing and hurried off to find another route to his dorm. Blaise followed him, he was curious about what it would be like to have the boy-who-lived in bed with him.

Again, Harry's luck failed. The stairs shifted, and he was momentarily stuck. He stood there with his hands on his hips, unhappy about the incident that just occurred. If Blaise had let him go, then he would be at his dormitory by now. Harry let out a sigh.

/It's only Herbology, I'll get the days work from Hermione/ Harry thought.

Blaise seized the opportunity and sneaked behind Harry, making sure his presence was unknown. He reached behind the Gryffindor, and quickly surprised him. He slipped an arm around Harry's waist, and the other on his mouth, as if he was going to attack Harry and take him hostage. Harry didn't scream in shock but instead struggled a bit like a regular person would. He tried to turn around to find who it was.

/Blaise? What the fuck does he want/ Harry thought.

As Harry turned around, Blaise removed his hand and covered Harry's lips with his own. Surprised about what was happening, Harry stood still, mouth partly opened. Blaise licked Harry's lips and slipped his tongue in the other boy's mouth. Harry attempted to push Blaise away, but Blaise was such a good kisser. He returned Blaise's passion, moving his hand behind the other boy's head, urging him on. After a while they separated for air, both looking at each other's eyes.

Harry started to speak, "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Oh, but I think it is," Blaise whispered into Harry's ear as he moved his hand on Harry's chest, roaming them, tracing the outline of the muscles. He progressed his hand down and down, until they reached the stomach, and finally, Harry's crotch. "You seem to want it." Blaise licked Harry's jaw line, moving down to his neck, and sucked.

His other hand slipped into the boy's pants, feeling the hard groin as Harry pushed it up to meet his hand.

Harry woke from his daze, "No!" He grabbed the other boy's hand and pulled it out of his pants, "Sorry, I have class soon. I have to go." And Harry ran off to class totally forgetting his textbook.

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Draco couldn't sleep that night and finally decided to get out of the dormitory. He removed the blanket covering him and quietly stepped out of his four-poster bed. Since he slept only in his boxer shorts, he needed to put on more clothing before he went out.

Grabbing a hooded jumper and wearing it over his bare torso, then sliding his legs into some black jeans, and finally getting his wand on the table, he began wandering out of the dormitory. It was silent and dark in the common room. There was a fireplace which still had a burning flame. He carefully snuck out of the common room.

Draco cast the lumos spell, finding his way through the dark hallways, and eventually out into the Great Hall. The big doors were open, strangely enough. Draco didn't know why someone didn't close it. After exiting the castle through the big doors, he walked down the steep and bushy hill. The Slytherin arrived at the lake; walking along the sandy shore, he stood by a large rock and gazed into the water, seeing it ripple. He crossed his legs and sat down, still staring aimlessly into the distance. He began thinking about his life, how the inevitable was coming. It didn't matter where he ran to; Voldemort would chase him down and complete the ritual for the Dark Mark on him. Draco was the Slytherin Prince; someone would have to be blind not to use his great power for his or her desire.

Harry couldn't sleep that same night. Maybe it was due to Ron's constant snoring, or something else. It was Blaise's kiss; sure it was only one, but it was unexpected. His secret sexuality was in danger; Blaise could tell Draco, who would undoubtedly tell everyone else, proclaiming that the boy-who-lived was gay.

Harry got off his bed and put on a shirt and pants. He searched the drawer for the Marauder's map, finding his wand in the process. He grabbed the wand and put it in his pocket and whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," and with that the Marauder's map revealed the location of people. He crept out of the dormitory and into the common room where he met the Fat Lady.

"What are you doing, Harry, up and about at a time like this?" said the Fat Lady.

"I can't sleep tonight," replied Harry, and the Fat Lady swung the portrait, letting him through without the password.

Harry stepped out into the passageway, looking for anyone on the lookout. He saw Filch and his cat heading his way, so he quickly went the other way, finding another passage to anywhere where there was no one.

The Gryffindor reached the Great Hall and looked up into the enchanted ceiling. Sure it was nice, but the real thing was better, and so were other things (wink). Harry walked out the big doors and took a stroll along the green hills. He didn't know what made him do it, or what attracted him to it, but he felt like he should visit the lake, pathetic really.

He continued walking, taking his time, and finally stopped by the lake thinking about the Tri-Wizard Tournament not long ago. He followed the lake's path down into the valley, walking along the pebbly and sandy shores until he sighted saw a lone figure. Maybe it was he or she that he felt he should be with.

Harry continued walking towards the figure. In the end he came to a stop. It was a dark night; the only light was coming from the moon, and he was unable to make out the person's identity.

Draco heard the footsteps and turned his head, "Fuck, it's only you. What do you want?"

"I don't want anything except to see the lake like you are." It was Malfoy, to Harry's surprise. Draco was perhaps the last person he's thought would be out near the lake, rather than talking to his Slytherin friends.

"I am not doing a childish act like you are, but fine, you can stay, but don't talk to me," said Draco turning around, and looking back into the lake. He was looking around; it's just that he didn't want to agree with Potter.

Harry slowly moved beside Draco and sat down, seeing the blond's gaze was focused on the river. "Why are you out here in the middle of the night?"

"That is none of your concern. And I fucken said don't talk to me."

"Why are you so hostile? You weren't like this when we were in potions together," Harry asked, then turned his head to look at the blond.

"Oh, shut up. I don't have to explain why I'm mean and why I'm not, and it should be none of your concern."

"Fine, whatever. I'll go elsewhere if my company isn't welcome," and Harry got up and started walking away.

"No, wait. Don't leave."

Harry stopped and turned around, looking at the blond's eyes. He went back to sit, still staring at Draco in the eye. He looked at the blond and lust began to fill, he wanted to tangle his fingers through the perfectly platinum blond hair. He wanted to press his lips onto Draco's and feel the other boy's body on his own. But that would never happen, so Harry shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts.

"What was that?" Harry arched his eyebrow in question.

"I said I don't want you to leave. But not when you're asking me stupid questions," Draco mumbled, looking away.

"I thought you wanted me to stay …" Harry said, teasingly.

"Tsk, I do," Draco frowned, "It's really nothing…" Draco ran his hand through his hair.

"Fine, I won't ask." Harry smiled, the thought of having annoyed Draco was a good one and he wanted to savor this moment; he wanted to take advantage of it and get back at Malfoy but decided against it. Maybe he could ask Malfoy about what he knew about Blaise kissing him. It was all too confusing, so Harry decided to keep things to himself and see how things would unfold.

After what seemed like a long time of being still, Harry stood up and stretched. "It's dawn, I think we'd better get back to the castle before people realize we're gone."

"If you're worried about being late for class and crap, you can go. I'm not stopping you," Draco turned to Harry, "But just so you know, I still hate you for being a stupid stuck-up Gryffindor that you are." Draco glared at Harry.

"Oh, no need to worry, the feelings are mutual, and they always will be." Harry glared back with the same intensity. With those last words, Harry walked back to the castle, pondering about the night with Malfoy, and what would make the blond boy want to stay out in the cold like that. He was just in time for breakfast, looking over to his usual seat and seeing that Ron and Hermione were already there together.

"Oh hello, Harry, where have you been this morning? I didn't find you when I woke up."

"Wanted to take a jog this morning," lied Harry, not wanting to tell his friends where he'd have actually been yet. The Gryffindor sat down and began to pile his dish. The year started off with a twist alright, the kiss from Zabini still left Harry dazed but soon enough, he would shake the thought off. He decided that if something strange occurred again with Blaise, he'd tell the boy to really stop before he would hurt somebody.

Harry pushed his plate aside and rushed back to his dorm to get his books for the day, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone this time. And this time he didn't. He climbed up the staircase and stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Fizz"

"Go in if you must," replied the Fat Lady.

Harry gathered his books from his dorm and stepped outside, looking at the time. He was going to be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts class if he didn't hurry.

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It was time for DADA lessons and Draco wasn't too enthusiastic about it. But who could blame him; with the history of clumsy teachers, he found it hard to learn anything during those lessons. He met up with Blaise, who seem happier than usual arriving from outside the castle. The two continued down near to the big room, located near the Owlery, for the lesson.

"I heard we have a new professor. His name's Professor Reichen. And I heard he looks quite the man," Blaise told Draco, nudging him with his elbow when they saw the handsome professor.

"Blaise, you sex addict, don't you think about anything other than that?"

"Of course I do. I think about other guys …"

They two halted their conversation when they met up with the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherins. Everyone was talking quietly to one another, excited with the new DADA teacher, and what they'd do this year.

"Oh, boys. I'm glad you could make it. Though I do hope you could come to class on time. As you all know, I am Professor Reichen, and I'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

Draco side glanced at his friend. Blaise was consumed in the Professors handsomeness; he looked to be only around 22 years, but was already teaching. If Draco thought about it, their age difference wasn't too much. But he had to agree; the Professor looked nice with his pearly whites and toned muscles, the outline visible on his shirt, a masculine deep voice, and the usual blond hair and blue eyes.

"So we're going to start to look at dueling. Dueling is performed widely in the magical world. The Ministry of Magic has allowed me to teach some curses, counter curses, hexes, and ways of dueling. These are to be used in defense only, but I suppose learning a hex could be useful when defending yourself from magical creatures of the magical realm." The Professor held out his wand and cast a spell, waving the stick, and making colors illuminated the room. "Students, I have cast a random spell to put you with your partners. Whatever color your wand aura is, the matching aura of the other wand shall be your partner," The professor stated in an overly cheery tone.

Draco looked down onto his wand, it had a sheer sky blue aura surrounding it. It suddenly flew out of Draco's hands, surprising the boy. The wand twirled in circles until it decided to go in a definite direction.

The Slytherin looked up to see other students follow their wand as well. He slowly followed his hovering wand. When it met up with another one with the same color aura, Draco looked up to see none other than the famous Potter.

"You again? I can't believe this, first potions now this. It's like you're wanting to stalk me or something Potter," Draco spat.

"Shut it, Malfoy, I feel the same way. You're not exactly a nice person to work with. It seems as though you might be spying on me for Voldemort," Harry replied.

Draco raised his voice now, they were in a big open class, and well away from the rest of the students, "You think I'm serving the stupid Dark Lord, who pathetically can't defeat a skimpy little boy like you?" Draco sneered.

"So arrogant, like father, like son, I guess. And soon enough you might get that ugly Dark Mark," replied Harry with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, provoking Malfoy to respond back.

"I've had it with you, you fucked up fag," Draco lunged forward, trying to choke Harry with his hands. Both boys fell to the ground and started wrestling, and insulting, the other person.

"Fuck! get off me!" shouted Harry, but it seemed everyone was oblivious to him and Draco, too devoted to their wands, playing with them. He tried to push Malfoy off him but couldn't, so instead he landed punches on him.

"Stupid orphan, with a child like you, no wonder your parents would rather commit suicide than raise you up," Draco retorted.

"I SWEAR TO MERLIN if you say another word about my parents, I will kill you!" exclaimed Harry as he rolled over, making him land on top, and Draco underneath. "Just what's your problem?"

"Get off me!" yelled Draco as he moved his hands onto Harry's shoulders, and being the bigger and stronger boy he was, he flipped Harry onto his back, leaving him on top.

Both boys were puffing, out of breath from all the struggling and fighting. Realization soon hit Draco that he was again staring into Harry's eyes with his body pressed against Harry, and hands still on his shoulders. Harry didn't do anything, but lay motionless underneath the body, feeling Malfoy's radiating body heat, and staring back at the blond's grey eyes.

Draco didn't know what made him do it, but the Slytherin slowing began to inch his face towards the Gryffindor, he parted his lips and slightly tilted his head. Harry saw Malfoy moving his lips closer and moved his head forward in anticipation. His lips were only millimeters apart from Malfoy's, he could feel Draco's breath and finally ….

TBC

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Author's Note: Haha, sorry, cliff hanger. I don't like them but I had to put one in. I have written the whole story out and posted all the chapters except the last two. This is the edited version by knightmare, a thousand thanks, without you, this fanfic would have been terrible. Stay in tune people because I will be posting more chapters and please REVIEW.

Sleet :D