Title: Fated
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
CHAPTER 2 – My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate
Harry leaned against the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the stares and second glances from most of the Gryffindor girls, as they huddled together in groups giggling nervously walking past him. He sighed heavily and ran his hand down his left arm, feeling the cold metal links turning warm against his flesh. His mask rested on the top of his head, the band snaking around the back of his neck, making his hair flop over it in curtains. He left his glasses in his dormitory, and thanks to a simple but effective spell from Hermione, he was able to see without them for 24 hours. "A simple glamour spell." Hermione had called it. But much to Hermione's compliments and 'ooo's', Harry felt anything but glamorous.
Just as his thoughts began trailing off to pastures new, Harry looked up to the stairs to see Seamus, Dean and Neville make their merry way into the common room. "Hullo Harry! May I say how dashing you look?" Seamus beamed, bouncing up towards him. Harry chuckled – Seamus made a very convincing Jester.
Neville smiled awkwardly, trying to hold up the arrows case on his back – he seemed to be wearing some sort of obscure Peter Pan and The Lost Boys outfit. Harry giggled, "Alright there, Neville?" Neville nodded back, dropping his bow.
Harry turned to Dean, who was dressed in a kilt with a sporran, a sleeveless white vest, and a Scottish flag painted onto his face. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Trying to be patriotic, Dean?" He asked.
Dean smiled and puffed out his chest, trying his best at a Scottish accent but failing miserably. "I will take you to freedom!" His shoulders then sagged slightly. "My mum thought it would be cute." He shrugged. "At least I don't have to carry a mask around with me." He pointed a thumb at Neville, who was desperately trying to reattach his wooden mask and carry his bow at the same time. Harry laughed, and pushed himself off the fireplace.
"Where's Ron and Hermione?" Seamus asked, looking around. "And Ginny? Where is my beautiful date?"
Harry sighed, "Ron and Hermione have left already – Ginny must still be upstairs."
Seamus scowled in the direction of the girl's dormitories and muttered what sounded very much like 'Women.'
"Now, Harry." Seamus said, stepping in closer to Harry. "About our little secret…" Seamus motioned Harry away from Dean and Neville, who were busy arguing over who's costume was worse.
Harry followed Seamus to the abandoned corner of the room, and watched curiously as the Irish boy reached into the back of his costume pocket, and pulled out a tiny wooden casket. Harry frowned, and looked around nervously. "Seamus, what is that?"
Seamus giggled, and opened the small box very discreetly, dipping his finger into it, retrieving a small white tablet with a tiny red love heart marked on it's face.
"Drugs? Your giving me drugs?!" Harry hissed, now nervously jerking his head around the room to make sure no one saw what Seamus had.
"Ah, not just any old drug." Seamus hushed, leaning in closer to Harry while stuffing the casket back into his back pocket. He held out the tiny white tablet on his forefinger, close to Harry's face.
"I made this bad boy." He grinned, waving his finger around gently. "It's made from very, VERY rare substances only found in the very back of Snape's store cupboard. It'll make the night slip away like that" Seamus clicked his fingers as he said this. "Plus, it'll make you feel at ease… you'll enjoy yourself with this, Harry."
Harry looked sceptically down at the tiny white tablet. "What's it called?" He asked, not really knowing why he wanted to know.
"Love." Seamus replied simply.
Harry stared at the tiny red heart and noticed that a minute black arrow pierced through it. *Why not?* He thought to himself, grinning. *When does Harry Potter ever step out of line and rebel a bit?*
"How much do I owe you, Seamus?" Harry asked, taking the white tablet delicately from Seamus' finger.
Seamus waved his hand in the air and screwed up his eyes. "Pfft… for you, mate – it's on the house. Plenty more where that came from!" He laughed. "You just make sure you enjoy yourself, mate." He grinned, walking back to his other friends and leaving Harry standing alone in the corner with the white tablet resting peacefully in his palm.
"Well." Harry muttered to himself. "Here goes nothing." Lifting his hand to his face, he sucked gently on his palm and felt the tablet vacuum into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and falling into his stomach relatively easily.
~~~*~~~
Draco leaned against the balcony, staring at the night's sky. He loved the way the tiny stars shone at this time – some brighter and bluer than others, some huddled into little clusters – some alone, shining dully and almost solemnly. He sighed and let his chin rest in his palms. His hair whipped lightly in the wind, and already he could hear the buzz of arrival behind him. The Great Hall was beginning to fill up rapidly, and from the balconies outside Draco could almost feel the atmosphere change from somewhat quiet to busy and chirpy – and it sickened him. Sighing deeply and turning around slowly, Draco made his way back into the hall, dreading the night to come. And there she was – Miss Parkinson herself, standing talking to his mother.
Narcissa Malfoy was dressed head to toe in black, giving her a rather convincing Cruella Deville look with her white-blonde hair. She held a long thin black rod that ended in a considerably large peacock feather, binding around a black feathered eyepiece – her mask. Pansy, Draco thought, looked rather repulsive in her usual array of pink frills – this time with a mask that in some way represented a swan.
"Ah! Draco." Narcissa sniffed, as her son made his way slowly over to the talking pair. Pansy pulled off her mask and smiled at him as if she was looking at a rather large piece of chocolate cake. *Great.* Draco thought, trying his best to smile. *She's going to eat me alive.*
"Draco!!" She shrieked, grabbing onto his arm and steering him away from his Mother. "You look absolutely stunning!"
Draco sneered and looked her up and down, lifting his chin up away from her and sniffed. "Obviously, Pansy. No need to point out the obvious."
Pansy shrieked in laughter at this, causing Draco to slack against her grip and scowl deeply. "God, Pansy – are you always this loud?!" He snarled, trying to break free of her grip.
"Mmm…" She moaned, fluttering her eyelashes. "I thought men liked their women to be… vocal." She laughed again, much to the look of exasperation and horror on Draco's face.
There was not much choice in the matter – Pansy had steered Draco to the dance floor and forced him to hold onto her. *This is going to be so much fun.* Draco thought darkly, trying his best to stomp on her foot.
~~~*~~~
Harry feebly walked into the entrance of the Great Hall, feeling his head spin ever so slightly, his throat beginning to get incredibly dry.
His mask was now on his face, shielding his nose and eye area from view, and hopefully, Harry thought, his bloodshot eyes. Blinking twice, he could feel the floor getting slightly lopsided as he walked through the many crowds of gasping girls, who's arms seemed to be grabbing him from every corner, like licking flames. The noise of the crowds and music seemed to mingle into each other, making one extremely persistent buzz pounding into the back of his head.
Clutching at his forehead, he stopped in the middle of what seemed like a circle of people, all talking to him at once. Ron and Hermione were warped into the corner somewhere, snaking their arms out and yelling to him "Hey, Harry are you OK?"
At the other side of his vision he saw a bouncing Colin Creevy, shouting his name and asking desperately for a photograph. Then there were the girls. Girls… so many of them, all shouting, screaming, laughing… it was all getting too much as the crowd of people spun around him like a Ferris Wheel on speed, cackling cruelly, their faces obscured into flashes and deformed negatives. Something in the very pit of Harry's stomach convulsed, and his head felt 10 times too big for his body.
"Drugs are quick." He muttered, breaking free of the demonic apparitions and heading straight towards the Gent's.
Harry's mask landed with a clatter on the ground as his head snapped desperately into a sink, his stomach contracting and letting him retch out every last ounce and more of it's contents. He could hear faint screams from girl's around him, shrieking and disappearing through the door. Filling another sink up with water and dipping his face into it, he frowned into the water and lifted his head up. The bathroom smelled… almost nice if it hadn't of been for the recent delivery in the sink, and there were little bowls of potpourri next to each sink… and a tampon machine…
Harry let out a startled choke. He was in the girl's bathroom. The GIRLS bathroom. Not the Gent's, but the… GIRLS. He was certain he would go to hell for something like this.
Blinking quickly and washing the sink rapidly but ineffectively, Harry looked onto the ground for any signs of his mask, but it seemed to have fallen into and under a cubicle. Shuddering and turning around, he decided it would be best if he just leave it there – he had ventured too far into here as it is. Coughing again, and making sure he had left nothing else, Harry patted his front and stopped abruptly as something rather startling caught his eye.
There, in the middle of the wall where the mirrors usually were, was a very large fish tank, that connected in view with the Gent's toilets. Raising his eyebrows and stepping forward, he suddenly felt a strange magnetic force pull him towards it – not that he cared or anything, it was absolutely striking – in a very beautiful way. It seemed to glow an eerie blue, and fishes of many shapes, sizes and colours swam around lazily between the glows of the green and pink coral, stopping every now and again to nose at the tank. Harry grinned and leaned forward, finding his eyes suddenly following a certain silver fish with long whiskers protruding from it's mouth, it's eyes brilliantly silver, it's scales glowing beautifully in the iridescent glow. It jerked in the water, swimming to a rather large piece of coral, and Harry followed it down until he was almost crouching. It paused between a gap in the coral for what seemed like half a second, glanced at Harry and swam out of sight. But instead of following it with his eyes again, Harry found something else to stare at through that small gap in the underwater leafage – another human eye, from the other side of the tank.
Harry stood, mesmerised by this one beautiful eye – peering at him in a similar fashion on the other side of the tank, pale eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. It shone brilliantly silver, much like the catfish's tail, in the dull blue glow of the water, the pupil - a tiny black pinpoint in the centre. Harry felt himself stiffen, his face going very red indeed. He snapped back up into a standing position – the exact moment as whoever it was on the other side did. And when Harry saw that pale, familiar face peer back at him, he gasped in shock and stumbled backwards.
Draco had to get away from Pansy. If not for just 3 minutes, he needed to breathe. She was all over him like a leech, insisting on dancing all the way through the time that they spent together, squeezing his hips and pulling him in close to her.
"I… I need the toilet." He muttered sheepishly, breaking away from her grasp. She pouted, and proceeded to smile sweetly. "Yes, well. Don't be long, darling!" She called after him, as he sprinted out of the hall and down towards the toilets.
Sighing heavily, Draco thudded against the back of the toilet door, peering over at the large fish tank his mother had insisted they had charmed into the wall. Rolling his eyes and stepping closer to it, he began to watch the fish lazily swoop in and out of each other, looking as if they were having a much better time than he was. "Lucky bastards." He muttered, crouching down and looking into the coral. Just then, a tiny silver catfish jerked away when seeing him, revealing the most beautiful eye he had ever seen in his entire life. He caught his breath and stared on at the eye, that seemed to be unnaturally, but brilliantly green, dark lashes framing it perfectly. Just as he realised what he was doing, Draco stood up quickly, and felt his face go slightly pink as he saw the girl do the same. But this was no girl. This was no girl at ALL.
Draco couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Harry Potter on the other side of the tank, his hair wet and dripping – his face red and embarrassed. And that costume… GOD that costume! The chainmail links clung perfectly to his body, sleeves slightly too big for him but in the uttermost charming way – his lips full and pouty, his eyebrows not really knowing what to do in confusion. *Yes.* Draco thought to himself, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted, *Harry Potter is gorgeous.* It had been a battle he had been fighting in his head for the past 3 or so years, and now – with the boy dripping wet and utterly, well, there was no other word for it – stunning, standing in front of him looking equally endeared, had just confirmed his decision.
~~~*~~~
TBC
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
CHAPTER 2 – My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate
Harry leaned against the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the stares and second glances from most of the Gryffindor girls, as they huddled together in groups giggling nervously walking past him. He sighed heavily and ran his hand down his left arm, feeling the cold metal links turning warm against his flesh. His mask rested on the top of his head, the band snaking around the back of his neck, making his hair flop over it in curtains. He left his glasses in his dormitory, and thanks to a simple but effective spell from Hermione, he was able to see without them for 24 hours. "A simple glamour spell." Hermione had called it. But much to Hermione's compliments and 'ooo's', Harry felt anything but glamorous.
Just as his thoughts began trailing off to pastures new, Harry looked up to the stairs to see Seamus, Dean and Neville make their merry way into the common room. "Hullo Harry! May I say how dashing you look?" Seamus beamed, bouncing up towards him. Harry chuckled – Seamus made a very convincing Jester.
Neville smiled awkwardly, trying to hold up the arrows case on his back – he seemed to be wearing some sort of obscure Peter Pan and The Lost Boys outfit. Harry giggled, "Alright there, Neville?" Neville nodded back, dropping his bow.
Harry turned to Dean, who was dressed in a kilt with a sporran, a sleeveless white vest, and a Scottish flag painted onto his face. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Trying to be patriotic, Dean?" He asked.
Dean smiled and puffed out his chest, trying his best at a Scottish accent but failing miserably. "I will take you to freedom!" His shoulders then sagged slightly. "My mum thought it would be cute." He shrugged. "At least I don't have to carry a mask around with me." He pointed a thumb at Neville, who was desperately trying to reattach his wooden mask and carry his bow at the same time. Harry laughed, and pushed himself off the fireplace.
"Where's Ron and Hermione?" Seamus asked, looking around. "And Ginny? Where is my beautiful date?"
Harry sighed, "Ron and Hermione have left already – Ginny must still be upstairs."
Seamus scowled in the direction of the girl's dormitories and muttered what sounded very much like 'Women.'
"Now, Harry." Seamus said, stepping in closer to Harry. "About our little secret…" Seamus motioned Harry away from Dean and Neville, who were busy arguing over who's costume was worse.
Harry followed Seamus to the abandoned corner of the room, and watched curiously as the Irish boy reached into the back of his costume pocket, and pulled out a tiny wooden casket. Harry frowned, and looked around nervously. "Seamus, what is that?"
Seamus giggled, and opened the small box very discreetly, dipping his finger into it, retrieving a small white tablet with a tiny red love heart marked on it's face.
"Drugs? Your giving me drugs?!" Harry hissed, now nervously jerking his head around the room to make sure no one saw what Seamus had.
"Ah, not just any old drug." Seamus hushed, leaning in closer to Harry while stuffing the casket back into his back pocket. He held out the tiny white tablet on his forefinger, close to Harry's face.
"I made this bad boy." He grinned, waving his finger around gently. "It's made from very, VERY rare substances only found in the very back of Snape's store cupboard. It'll make the night slip away like that" Seamus clicked his fingers as he said this. "Plus, it'll make you feel at ease… you'll enjoy yourself with this, Harry."
Harry looked sceptically down at the tiny white tablet. "What's it called?" He asked, not really knowing why he wanted to know.
"Love." Seamus replied simply.
Harry stared at the tiny red heart and noticed that a minute black arrow pierced through it. *Why not?* He thought to himself, grinning. *When does Harry Potter ever step out of line and rebel a bit?*
"How much do I owe you, Seamus?" Harry asked, taking the white tablet delicately from Seamus' finger.
Seamus waved his hand in the air and screwed up his eyes. "Pfft… for you, mate – it's on the house. Plenty more where that came from!" He laughed. "You just make sure you enjoy yourself, mate." He grinned, walking back to his other friends and leaving Harry standing alone in the corner with the white tablet resting peacefully in his palm.
"Well." Harry muttered to himself. "Here goes nothing." Lifting his hand to his face, he sucked gently on his palm and felt the tablet vacuum into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and falling into his stomach relatively easily.
~~~*~~~
Draco leaned against the balcony, staring at the night's sky. He loved the way the tiny stars shone at this time – some brighter and bluer than others, some huddled into little clusters – some alone, shining dully and almost solemnly. He sighed and let his chin rest in his palms. His hair whipped lightly in the wind, and already he could hear the buzz of arrival behind him. The Great Hall was beginning to fill up rapidly, and from the balconies outside Draco could almost feel the atmosphere change from somewhat quiet to busy and chirpy – and it sickened him. Sighing deeply and turning around slowly, Draco made his way back into the hall, dreading the night to come. And there she was – Miss Parkinson herself, standing talking to his mother.
Narcissa Malfoy was dressed head to toe in black, giving her a rather convincing Cruella Deville look with her white-blonde hair. She held a long thin black rod that ended in a considerably large peacock feather, binding around a black feathered eyepiece – her mask. Pansy, Draco thought, looked rather repulsive in her usual array of pink frills – this time with a mask that in some way represented a swan.
"Ah! Draco." Narcissa sniffed, as her son made his way slowly over to the talking pair. Pansy pulled off her mask and smiled at him as if she was looking at a rather large piece of chocolate cake. *Great.* Draco thought, trying his best to smile. *She's going to eat me alive.*
"Draco!!" She shrieked, grabbing onto his arm and steering him away from his Mother. "You look absolutely stunning!"
Draco sneered and looked her up and down, lifting his chin up away from her and sniffed. "Obviously, Pansy. No need to point out the obvious."
Pansy shrieked in laughter at this, causing Draco to slack against her grip and scowl deeply. "God, Pansy – are you always this loud?!" He snarled, trying to break free of her grip.
"Mmm…" She moaned, fluttering her eyelashes. "I thought men liked their women to be… vocal." She laughed again, much to the look of exasperation and horror on Draco's face.
There was not much choice in the matter – Pansy had steered Draco to the dance floor and forced him to hold onto her. *This is going to be so much fun.* Draco thought darkly, trying his best to stomp on her foot.
~~~*~~~
Harry feebly walked into the entrance of the Great Hall, feeling his head spin ever so slightly, his throat beginning to get incredibly dry.
His mask was now on his face, shielding his nose and eye area from view, and hopefully, Harry thought, his bloodshot eyes. Blinking twice, he could feel the floor getting slightly lopsided as he walked through the many crowds of gasping girls, who's arms seemed to be grabbing him from every corner, like licking flames. The noise of the crowds and music seemed to mingle into each other, making one extremely persistent buzz pounding into the back of his head.
Clutching at his forehead, he stopped in the middle of what seemed like a circle of people, all talking to him at once. Ron and Hermione were warped into the corner somewhere, snaking their arms out and yelling to him "Hey, Harry are you OK?"
At the other side of his vision he saw a bouncing Colin Creevy, shouting his name and asking desperately for a photograph. Then there were the girls. Girls… so many of them, all shouting, screaming, laughing… it was all getting too much as the crowd of people spun around him like a Ferris Wheel on speed, cackling cruelly, their faces obscured into flashes and deformed negatives. Something in the very pit of Harry's stomach convulsed, and his head felt 10 times too big for his body.
"Drugs are quick." He muttered, breaking free of the demonic apparitions and heading straight towards the Gent's.
Harry's mask landed with a clatter on the ground as his head snapped desperately into a sink, his stomach contracting and letting him retch out every last ounce and more of it's contents. He could hear faint screams from girl's around him, shrieking and disappearing through the door. Filling another sink up with water and dipping his face into it, he frowned into the water and lifted his head up. The bathroom smelled… almost nice if it hadn't of been for the recent delivery in the sink, and there were little bowls of potpourri next to each sink… and a tampon machine…
Harry let out a startled choke. He was in the girl's bathroom. The GIRLS bathroom. Not the Gent's, but the… GIRLS. He was certain he would go to hell for something like this.
Blinking quickly and washing the sink rapidly but ineffectively, Harry looked onto the ground for any signs of his mask, but it seemed to have fallen into and under a cubicle. Shuddering and turning around, he decided it would be best if he just leave it there – he had ventured too far into here as it is. Coughing again, and making sure he had left nothing else, Harry patted his front and stopped abruptly as something rather startling caught his eye.
There, in the middle of the wall where the mirrors usually were, was a very large fish tank, that connected in view with the Gent's toilets. Raising his eyebrows and stepping forward, he suddenly felt a strange magnetic force pull him towards it – not that he cared or anything, it was absolutely striking – in a very beautiful way. It seemed to glow an eerie blue, and fishes of many shapes, sizes and colours swam around lazily between the glows of the green and pink coral, stopping every now and again to nose at the tank. Harry grinned and leaned forward, finding his eyes suddenly following a certain silver fish with long whiskers protruding from it's mouth, it's eyes brilliantly silver, it's scales glowing beautifully in the iridescent glow. It jerked in the water, swimming to a rather large piece of coral, and Harry followed it down until he was almost crouching. It paused between a gap in the coral for what seemed like half a second, glanced at Harry and swam out of sight. But instead of following it with his eyes again, Harry found something else to stare at through that small gap in the underwater leafage – another human eye, from the other side of the tank.
Harry stood, mesmerised by this one beautiful eye – peering at him in a similar fashion on the other side of the tank, pale eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. It shone brilliantly silver, much like the catfish's tail, in the dull blue glow of the water, the pupil - a tiny black pinpoint in the centre. Harry felt himself stiffen, his face going very red indeed. He snapped back up into a standing position – the exact moment as whoever it was on the other side did. And when Harry saw that pale, familiar face peer back at him, he gasped in shock and stumbled backwards.
Draco had to get away from Pansy. If not for just 3 minutes, he needed to breathe. She was all over him like a leech, insisting on dancing all the way through the time that they spent together, squeezing his hips and pulling him in close to her.
"I… I need the toilet." He muttered sheepishly, breaking away from her grasp. She pouted, and proceeded to smile sweetly. "Yes, well. Don't be long, darling!" She called after him, as he sprinted out of the hall and down towards the toilets.
Sighing heavily, Draco thudded against the back of the toilet door, peering over at the large fish tank his mother had insisted they had charmed into the wall. Rolling his eyes and stepping closer to it, he began to watch the fish lazily swoop in and out of each other, looking as if they were having a much better time than he was. "Lucky bastards." He muttered, crouching down and looking into the coral. Just then, a tiny silver catfish jerked away when seeing him, revealing the most beautiful eye he had ever seen in his entire life. He caught his breath and stared on at the eye, that seemed to be unnaturally, but brilliantly green, dark lashes framing it perfectly. Just as he realised what he was doing, Draco stood up quickly, and felt his face go slightly pink as he saw the girl do the same. But this was no girl. This was no girl at ALL.
Draco couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Harry Potter on the other side of the tank, his hair wet and dripping – his face red and embarrassed. And that costume… GOD that costume! The chainmail links clung perfectly to his body, sleeves slightly too big for him but in the uttermost charming way – his lips full and pouty, his eyebrows not really knowing what to do in confusion. *Yes.* Draco thought to himself, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted, *Harry Potter is gorgeous.* It had been a battle he had been fighting in his head for the past 3 or so years, and now – with the boy dripping wet and utterly, well, there was no other word for it – stunning, standing in front of him looking equally endeared, had just confirmed his decision.
~~~*~~~
TBC
