A/n: Okay, so, I'm not quite sure where this idea will go. I mean, it just popped into my head and I already have two chapters, but am not sure who will enjoy it much.

Pairing(s): Draco x Harry

Raiting: T, for now. Might change it later.

Decription: Being stuck with Malfoy as a co-worker for three years is one thing. Finding out that I have to save him from the wrath of the Three Fates on the "anniversary", is another. Oh, and get this part. One of the Fates is my cousin. Drarry. Don't like, don't read!

Warning: Time travel might be confusing at some points. Please let me know if it is too confusing to understand, then i will try to fix it.

"God! Do you ever stop talking, Malfoy?" Harry snapped, looking up from the papers in front of him. It had been three years since he'd last snapped at Draco like that, but, the prat was so annoying!

Draco, who wasn't deterred by his colleague's sudden outburst, kept talking about the case that they had just finished. Harry sighed, rubbing his temples harshly and thinking of his girlfriend at home. He hadn't really seen them in three weeks since he and Draco got the case, and he wouldn't tonight because the two were going to a pub to finally have the drinks Harry promised. It seemed to be the only way to have the blond do anything anymore.

Unconsciously, like any other time Draco rambled, Harry thought about his girlfriend. Ginny would be offended that he was going to a pub with Malfoy, but, he was sure that she would appreciate him coming back form work in one piece.

"Potter? Potter! Oh, bloody hell. You better not be thinking about bailing on our plans to have a shag with that whore of yours!" Harry looked to Malfoy with a glare and huffed, shaking his head.

"Just because you don't have anything to love, it doesn't mean I can't be with Ginny." Draco scoffed, seeming affronted.

"I love something." Draco sniffed. Harry couldn't help his snort.

"Yea, yourself!" Harry said, sighing at his colleague's glower. "All right. I'm almost ready. Just need to get these to Shacklebolt and then we can be off." Draco huffed and turned, strutting out the door and down the hall.

Harry watched, perplexed, as the image of Malfoy dressed in a luxurious, black Muggle suit with his father's walking stick in tow and a giant, fancy hat atop his head come to mind. Like in those old and cheap movies. Harry chuckled softly at the image, wondering what had possessed him to think such a thing, though, he knew it would be a sight to see.

Following his partner, Harry grabbed their report and, still thinking about the image of Malfoy, froze when a thought skittered across his mind.

It would be nice to see that arse of his in a suit like that. Harry blanched. Where had that come from? Shaking himself with the thought fresh in his mind, Harry snorted, shaking his head.

It would be nice to see that arse in a Muggle suit. Harry shook his head, rubbing his temples harshly to fight another headache. What had possessed him to think about his partner like…that? And, on a bloke? It just didn't fit….

It would be nice to see that prat in something of ignominy. Harry growled in frustration at the thoughts that were jumbling into something else and he slammed his door, grumbling to himself. Why couldn't he make that sentence fit? Harry pondered the thought, not even realizing said arse was in front of him. He slammed into Malfoy and shook his head, meeting Malfoy's cold stare, before waving him off, heading for Shacklebolt's office.

~~X~~

Harry practically dragged Malfoy down the street he was so drunk! Harry, who wasn't very sober himself, was fighting against his fuzzy mind. The thought from earlier was fresh in his mind, now seeming like a hot brand every time Malfoy's skin touched his. Harry felt like the blond had every idea what he was doing, but, Harry wasn't still sure what it even was.

Harry fought the images of his night with Malfoy, confusion and frustration set deep in his brow. Harry sighed, looking to the prattling blond and he shook his head, gnawing at the inside of his cheek to keep from grinding his teeth. God, did the man ever shut his mouth?

Harry closed his eyes, stopping their walking as he fought to keep his mind contained. What was going on? Here were these two guys – straight guys, mind you – and one just happened to be… Harry gulped, unwilling to finish the thought.

He had to get away from the blond as soon as he could. Something was certainly wrong with him. Maybe it was because he was spending too much time with Malfoy, never a good thing, by far. Harry sighed. He needed Hermione, but she and Ron were on their third honeymoon and Harry didn't want to bother them. They said they would be back by the end of the week, so, if things hadn't changed for the better, he would owl them.

Harry place Draco on his front step. He had only been there once, and was never invited inside. Draco fumbled with his key and huffed, staggering inside. Harry shut the door, but not before seeing Malfoy tugging his shirt from his trousers and turning into what must have been the bathroom.

Harry basically slammed the door, froze stock-still as he tried to unscramble his now interested mind. Taking a shaky breath, Harry rested his head against door, trying to beat away the image of the blonde's pale flesh, slowly being revealed to the world around, not even caring who was looking.

Growling again, Harry stormed away from the blonde's flat, grumbling and snapping at himself as he made his way to his girlfriend's flat.

Plopping down onto the sofa, Harry sighed, wondering where Ginny could be at this late hour. Deciding he didn't care at the moment, Harry fell into a restless sleep, thinking of a certain blond and his new fascination towards him.

XX

"So, you really think they will?" Harry asked, looking to the blue haired woman before him.

He was still mesmerized that his cousin had become a Fate, taking her mother's place as Atropos, the Inexorable shear holder. She, along with her un-sisters Lachesis and Clotho, used their powers for time travel, and to distribute enemies of the Ministry throughout time and remote islands, where they soon died do to lack of knowledge of the realm.

"Of course I do, Harry. The other Fates and I have foreseen such a tragedy. That is why, in a few days, we will be nothing more than simple magical country folk. The days of the Fates are over, for now, it seems." Atropos said and caused Harry to sigh.

Harry looked around the dark, dreary cavern that Atropos had called him to in the middle of his dreaming and sighed, looking to his cousin. He hadn't met her in person, yet, but was waiting for her to give up her "fate-hood" so that he was not in danger.

Both of them knew it was too risky in the first few days of not using her dragon-half. The dragon would have to become its own being, which would be ugly and painful, Atropos had reminded him grimly.

"I really don't think the Ministry is going to come after you three. Honest! Kingsley knows that you and I are related and doesn't want to cause me more pain." Harry stated as the darkly dressed Fate began to pace before him.

Her upper body was solid, but, from her knees to the floor, her form was nothing more than a shadow. She was dress in blue-and-black robes, as elegant as they could come for a Fate. Harry watched as she moved like a ghost, seeming to disappear before his eyes. Harry realized that, as he watched, Atropos actually was disappearing before his eyes!

"Atropos! You're drawing too much energy from your original body; you must change. I have to get up for work, anyway." Harry said, causing Atropos to stop and smile at him, much like her mother would. She nodded, pointing to the way out.

As Harry disappeared, Atropos' face twisted, taking her true form as the mossy-eyed, sea blue dragon that watched over the shears of destiny.

"You shouldn't be getting involved with the Auror, even if he is your cousin. It is dangerous for a Fate to still be connected to her duties, and be held down by earthly attachments." a spider said and the large Black Widow came down from her stalagmite home. A large serpent slithered out from its tunnel near the pool of glistening Waters of Faith and she hissed, coming up to look at the dragon that sighed heavily.

"I know that, Clotho. I am going for a short fly, then, we are to plan for the morn." Atropos hissed through grit teeth, stretching her tattered and huge bat-like wings, before taking off into the night.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness. It is only the first chapter. I'll possible be willing to post chapter two after five-ten reviews. Maybe. Thanks for reading!

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