Title: Fated
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff
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 3 – Home Truths
Harry felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as Draco Malfoy stared back at him from the Gent's bathroom, eyes wide, his lips slightly parted in a… well, Harry didn't really know why they were like that. But God, Harry thought to himself, did he ever look… absolutely elegant. Harry noticed a long time ago that Draco had decided to wear his hair long, and now in their seventh year – it spilled just below his shoulders, looking strikingly beautiful and angelic in a very un-Malfoy sort of way. But today, Malfoy had proved Harry wrong. From what he could see, Draco was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with silver drawstrings at the chest instead of buttons. It hung loose on him, but was so brilliantly light that Harry could make out Draco's slender form underneath, the smooth porcelain of his chest gleaming through the fabric making him look like some sort of Seraph. He wore faded black jeans on his other half – the regular black boots… but it was the angel wings that set it off perfectly for Harry. They were small and white and perched on the top off Malfoy's back, making him look even more unearthly, ghostly… beautiful.
Harry felt himself pull back onto the fish tank, startling Draco slightly, but causing him to grin none the less. Harry's fingertips clung lightly onto the glass, and he leaned his forehead against it to get a better view of the other boy, who was now looking down shyly, and back up underneath the shard of silver blonde hair that had fallen from behind his ears. Oh, how Harry wanted to sweep that piece of hair away from Malfoy's face.
Just then, an arm seemed to snake around Malfoy's and he was dragged quickly away from the tank by Blaise Zabini, who was looking livid. Glancing back at Harry and grinning cheekily, Malfoy disappeared behind the door.
Harry groaned and let his forehead bang lightly onto the glass, closing his eyes as he felt his trousers get rather tight around the groin area. Taking in a deep sigh, he sheepishly covered up his crotch with his hands as he made his way out of the toilets.
Scanning the room quickly – it didn't take him long to find Draco, who was being mauled by Pansy Parkinson. Glancing around nervously, Harry walked closer to the pair and hid behind a large pillar where they were standing next to. Without thinking, he snaked his hand around the stone pillar, grabbing onto Draco's wrist which lay idly against it on the other side.
Draco jumped slightly as he felt warm fingers encircle his left wrist, and looked down discreetly. A hand only slightly bigger than his, slender in the same way, but with shorter fingers and a bigger palm, and a chainmail sleeve, gripped around his skin. He smiled slightly and glanced behind him, making sure that Pansy had her eyes on other things, namely Blaise.
Harry stood behind the pillar, grasping onto Draco's hand and smiling embarrassedly at him. Draco chuckled to himself. He couldn't let this opportunity slip by – he had been waiting for it for years.
Crouching slightly and disappearing behind the stone pillar when Pansy wasn't looking, he felt himself stumble into Harry's grasp, who was looking very red and dishevelled, his hair still dripping with water. "Ooo, Potter." Draco drawled, slipping his arms around Harry's waist. "You're such a tease." He sniggered, moving his hands down and firmly groping Harry's backside.
Harry jumped slightly at this, feeling his eyes bulge out of their sockets. He looked around desperately, praying to God no one could seen them – and one quick glance outside told him no students seemed to be roaming around in the gardens. Perfect.
Grasping onto one of Draco's wrists without saying anything, he dragged the pale boy out of the hall and out into the night, conveniently landing in a rather large rose bush.
"Mmm, Potter! Such a rebel!" Draco chuckled, pulling Harry in close. "Why now? Why here?" Draco's voice suddenly softened, his eyes glowing in the light of the moon. Harry gasped.
"When… I saw you, back there… I… knew." Harry stammered, feeling his face heat up again. Draco nodded, and ran his hands down onto Harry's bottom again, squeezing hard. "Can I kiss you, Potter?" He whispered, grinning.
Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. He was pretty sure he had vomited up the entire quantity of the drugs, so he knew he wasn't high or anything – but this, this just felt… right. After all of those years of fighting and slagging matches, Harry had grown sick of pushing away his rather intense feelings of lust towards Malfoy, thinking of them as normal teenage hormones and something he would get over. But now, looking deep into those grey pools of wonder, Harry was sure he could no longer ignore those feelings. For they were open and bleeding right there in front of him.
"Don't you hate me, Malfoy?" He felt himself ask.
Draco chuckled – but it wasn't one of those trademark Malfoy chuckles – filled with sarcasm and anger, no – this one was different, it sounded almost… sad. "Love? Hate? Lust?" Draco asked quietly, bringing Harry in closer so that their mouths were barely a centimetre away from each other, "It all bleeds from the same wound, Potter." And with that, Draco had gently pulled Harry's mouth towards his, groaning slightly as their lips met in a tangled confusion of lust, need and desire.
Harry felt his hands reaching up to embrace Draco's neck, his fingers curling around the hair on the back of the blonde Slytherin's head, as he felt Draco's tongue encircle itself wetly inside his mouth.
Harry deepened the kiss and felt himself grow harder, Draco's hands running feverishly up and down his back, his pale fingers sneaking up and under the metal top and scratching gently at Harry's flesh.
Harry let out a gentle whimper and broke to gasp for air, Draco doing the same, his lips pink and shiny, growing numb with the cool breeze.
Draco grinned at Harry, digging his nails deeper into the raven haired boy's back causing him to moan in pain. "You're a wonderful kisser, Harry." Draco rasped, grinding his thigh against Harry's groin, causing the Gryffindor to let out another strangled wail.
"Then let me kiss you again." Harry breathed, reaching down and crushing his lips against Draco's neck, biting at the smooth skin underneath his ear and causing the blonde to writhe and squeal with pleasure. "Oh, fuck." Draco breathed, closing his eyes. *Yes.* he thought to himself. *This is much better fun than inside.*
Harry suddenly let go of the blonde, and looked at him, his eyes glazed with confusion and lust, intertwined together in a furious mingle of emotion. "What are we doing?" He breathed, clasping a hand to his mouth.
Draco frowned, and stepped back. "I thought… I thought you wanted to." He said quietly, suddenly feeling the dreaded heat of humiliation run up the back of his neck.
Harry frowned and looked down, and then looked up at Draco again. "I did… I do." He said. "I have done for years." He muttered quietly, looking down again.
Draco hated to admit it, but he felt his heart leap with Harry's words. He let out a silent choke, and grinned. "Me too." He replied softly.
But before Harry could answer, a mingled clatter of voices buzzed past the rose bush, and Draco suddenly realised that it was Pansy and Blaise.
"… but where IS he?!" Pansy wailed.
Draco's body tensed, and he gripped firmly onto Harry's upper arms. Harry's eyes went wide, and he felt himself bring a finger to his mouth and hush 'Shh!'
"… he can't have gone far, Pansy. Besides… wouldn't you rather be here with me?" Blaise replied.
Draco rolled his eyes at this and murmured "Have her," causing Harry to grin cheekily. Draco's heart melted. "Come on, I know where we can go." He whispered to the other boy, clasping onto his hand and twining his fingers around his.
Draco popped his head out of the other side of the bush, making sure the coast was clear. "Right. When I say go, we leg it to the lake, understand?" He whispered to Harry. Harry nodded in reply, biting on his bottom lip. *God, why does he have to be so beautiful?!* Draco thought as he looked back at the Gryffindor.
"Right… GO!" Draco hissed, as the pair of them jumped out of the bush and ran away from the gardens, to the clearing which led to the lake. Harry noticed that when Draco ran, his arms flapped about beside him, making him look rather feminine. Smirking and moving faster, the boys stopped abruptly at the edge of the lake and out of sight from the castle and gardens, panting heavily and grinning broadly.
"You run like a girl, Malfoy." Harry wheezed, doubling over and rubbing his sides.
Draco raised his eyebrows and straightened up. "Excuse me, Potter – I run with elegance. At least I don't look like a troll when I run."
Harry shrugged and steadied out his breathing, landing with a thud onto the grass. Draco sat down beside him, his movements very smooth and snake like. He crossed his legs underneath him and began to play idly with the grass. "Thank God for that" He muttered, lazily ripping out shards of grass and throwing them in front of him.
Harry lay flat on his back and propped up on his elbows, looking up at the sky. "I thought you liked Pansy." He said quietly.
Draco harrumphed, and looked at Harry. "Yeah, she's gorgeous. Such a lovely girl, too." He smirked sarcastically before looking back down at the ground. "Girls are not my type." He added quietly.
Harry frowned and looked at the pale boy beside him. "I've never really thought about what my type was." He said thoughtfully.
"You've had girlfriends before, Potter – doesn't that tell you?" Draco answered, somewhat bitterly.
Harry frowned. "Yeah but both of them stamped all over my heart." He murmured, staring up at the stars in the sky.
"Who were they again?" Draco asked, continuing to rip up small pieces of grass. "Ah, yes. That Chang girl. The Ravenclaw one."
Harry felt his throat go tight, and he silently nodded. "Although, I wouldn't have called it a relationship. She used me."
Draco frowned. "How so?"
Harry let out a silent chuckle of dry laughter. "She saw me as some sort of way to get through her grief I suppose, a rebound. I felt like such an idiot – but I kept running back to her."
Draco's eyes glanced over at Harry, who's face was twisted into an angry scowl. He felt the sudden need to hunt down this Chang girl and slap her senseless.
"Who else?" Draco asked.
"Ginny." Harry replied shortly.
"Ah, yes. Ginny Weasley. And here's me thinking you loved that inane brother of hers." Draco chuckled, stretching out on his back next to Harry.
"Ron?! No! I, err… no, Malfoy! Ugh!" Harry replied quickly. "He's my best friend! That would be like…"
"Shagging Granger?" Draco replied shortly. Harry felt himself splutter. "What?! Well, yes. If you know what I mean. They're my best friends. No… I wouldn't." He giggled.
"How long have you been feeling like this, Potter?" Draco asked quietly, looking up at the sky.
"Feeling like what?" Harry asked, his left eyebrow slanting up.
Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. "Feeling like this…" He leaned over and rolled on top of Harry, and kissed him deeply. Harry felt his head buzz pleasantly, and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him down closer so that their tongue's could meet.
Draco suddenly snapped his head back up, gasping for breath. He slowly looked down at Harry. "Well?" He whispered.
Harry felt his face heat up – he was in a VERY awkward position with Malfoy – as far as trousers were concerned. Draco must have realised too, because he gently rolled off Harry to lay by his side.
"Well… I've always hated you, Malfoy." Harry said quietly. Draco's eyebrows raised and he smiled lightly. "But," Harry continued quickly, "I always knew… I always knew that there had to be more there. No one obsesses over someone that much with just hate." He added quietly.
"Obsesses?" Draco grinned. "I'm flattered, Potter."
Harry gently pushed Draco playfully. "You're obsessed with me too."
Draco opened his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "Malfoys do NOT obsess Potter! How dare you suggest such a thing! I am merely… fascinated."
Harry grinned and felt his cheeks grow hot. "Fascinated with what?" He asked shyly.
Draco looked up at the sky, and idly snaked his fingers around Harry's.
"Your presence. Your fame. Your attitude – the way you just seem to boil over unrepentantly. Your eyes. Your lips. Your voice. Your skin… it's all very fascinating, Potter." He whispered quietly, feeling himself get quite pink in the face. "And what is it you find so endearing about yours truly?" He asked with a grin.
"Well… first of all it was your sniping attitude, I mean – who could miss that?" Draco gave a self-satisfied grin at this. "Then I began to notice how… determined you are. The way you would peer at me in class… and how it had somehow CHANGED. You know? It wasn't your usual glower, it was like… it was like you were actually trying to suss me out. I also began to notice your amazing talent in Potions, your elegance… the way you hold yourself, your eyes, your hands…" Harry's face was flushing a deeper red by the second, and he felt Draco squeeze his hand reassuringly.
"I know I'm beautiful, Potter… and talented, and smart… and dripping with sexuality," He smirked sarcastically. "Oh, and another thing about you, Potter? I love the way you handle your brooms."
Harry coughed, and looked at Draco with wide eyes, who was smiling defiantly back at him.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Harry asked quietly, looking back up at the sky.
Draco sniffed thoughtfully. "Well… we most definitely must keep it a secret." He replied miserably.
"Why?" Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Because Mother and Father would kill me, if not, disown me. I… I was supposed to propose to Pansy tonight." Draco felt tears force themselves over his eyes, but refused to let them fall – Harry would not see him cry.
Harry blinked twice. Then again. "What?" He choked.
"To carry on the family name. To make a… family with her. Another Malfoy family." He shuddered at the thought, making babies with Pansy was an ungodly act. "But I don't want to. And I won't. I refuse to." He added quickly, propping himself on his elbow and looking down at Harry.
"I never knew you would feel the same way about me, Potter. Never." He whispered. "But now that you do, everything is different. I don't want her, Potter. You have to believe me that no matter what happens within my family, I'm always going to want you."
Harry sat up on his elbows again, and reached into his shirt. He pulled out a long silver chain with a lightning bolt shaped silver tag on it, and a single green stone etched into the bottom. "I had this made for me by the Weasley's for my 16th birthday." He said shortly, turning it round and unclasping it. "Take it." He handed it to Draco, who just glared at the object with surprise.
"Take it, Draco." Harry urged, pushing it into the pale boy's hand. Draco felt his stomach leap. It was so bizarre to hear Harry say his first name.
"Why?" He felt himself ask.
"It sounds really silly, but I thought if you wear it, and you do have to go through this arranged marriage, I'll always be… with you." Harry finished lamely, feeling his cheeks heat up rapidly.
"That's not silly at all, Potter." Draco replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver band he was supposed to give Pansy that night. "What's silly is – you think I'll go ahead with the engagement. Here…" He stuffed the ring rather vigorously into Harry's hand.
Harry frowned and looked down into his palm at the silver ring.
"I'll take your chain, you take my ring, Potter. Consider it as an exchange." Draco said, his voice quiet and business like, as he wrapped the chain around his neck, clasping it shut and tucking it into his shirt.
"An exchange of what?" Harry replied, placing the ring on the middle finger of his right hand.
"Of promises. Vows, if you will. I promise that I'll be with you, you promise that you'll be with me."
Harry nodded and reached up to kiss Draco lightly and sweetly. "I promise." He whispered against the skin on Draco's neck. Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "When will I see you again?" He asked.
"Soon… I have to deal with Pansy and Mother first." He rasped quietly. "Soon, Harry. I swear."
~~~*~~~
TBC
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff
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 3 – Home Truths
Harry felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as Draco Malfoy stared back at him from the Gent's bathroom, eyes wide, his lips slightly parted in a… well, Harry didn't really know why they were like that. But God, Harry thought to himself, did he ever look… absolutely elegant. Harry noticed a long time ago that Draco had decided to wear his hair long, and now in their seventh year – it spilled just below his shoulders, looking strikingly beautiful and angelic in a very un-Malfoy sort of way. But today, Malfoy had proved Harry wrong. From what he could see, Draco was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with silver drawstrings at the chest instead of buttons. It hung loose on him, but was so brilliantly light that Harry could make out Draco's slender form underneath, the smooth porcelain of his chest gleaming through the fabric making him look like some sort of Seraph. He wore faded black jeans on his other half – the regular black boots… but it was the angel wings that set it off perfectly for Harry. They were small and white and perched on the top off Malfoy's back, making him look even more unearthly, ghostly… beautiful.
Harry felt himself pull back onto the fish tank, startling Draco slightly, but causing him to grin none the less. Harry's fingertips clung lightly onto the glass, and he leaned his forehead against it to get a better view of the other boy, who was now looking down shyly, and back up underneath the shard of silver blonde hair that had fallen from behind his ears. Oh, how Harry wanted to sweep that piece of hair away from Malfoy's face.
Just then, an arm seemed to snake around Malfoy's and he was dragged quickly away from the tank by Blaise Zabini, who was looking livid. Glancing back at Harry and grinning cheekily, Malfoy disappeared behind the door.
Harry groaned and let his forehead bang lightly onto the glass, closing his eyes as he felt his trousers get rather tight around the groin area. Taking in a deep sigh, he sheepishly covered up his crotch with his hands as he made his way out of the toilets.
Scanning the room quickly – it didn't take him long to find Draco, who was being mauled by Pansy Parkinson. Glancing around nervously, Harry walked closer to the pair and hid behind a large pillar where they were standing next to. Without thinking, he snaked his hand around the stone pillar, grabbing onto Draco's wrist which lay idly against it on the other side.
Draco jumped slightly as he felt warm fingers encircle his left wrist, and looked down discreetly. A hand only slightly bigger than his, slender in the same way, but with shorter fingers and a bigger palm, and a chainmail sleeve, gripped around his skin. He smiled slightly and glanced behind him, making sure that Pansy had her eyes on other things, namely Blaise.
Harry stood behind the pillar, grasping onto Draco's hand and smiling embarrassedly at him. Draco chuckled to himself. He couldn't let this opportunity slip by – he had been waiting for it for years.
Crouching slightly and disappearing behind the stone pillar when Pansy wasn't looking, he felt himself stumble into Harry's grasp, who was looking very red and dishevelled, his hair still dripping with water. "Ooo, Potter." Draco drawled, slipping his arms around Harry's waist. "You're such a tease." He sniggered, moving his hands down and firmly groping Harry's backside.
Harry jumped slightly at this, feeling his eyes bulge out of their sockets. He looked around desperately, praying to God no one could seen them – and one quick glance outside told him no students seemed to be roaming around in the gardens. Perfect.
Grasping onto one of Draco's wrists without saying anything, he dragged the pale boy out of the hall and out into the night, conveniently landing in a rather large rose bush.
"Mmm, Potter! Such a rebel!" Draco chuckled, pulling Harry in close. "Why now? Why here?" Draco's voice suddenly softened, his eyes glowing in the light of the moon. Harry gasped.
"When… I saw you, back there… I… knew." Harry stammered, feeling his face heat up again. Draco nodded, and ran his hands down onto Harry's bottom again, squeezing hard. "Can I kiss you, Potter?" He whispered, grinning.
Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. He was pretty sure he had vomited up the entire quantity of the drugs, so he knew he wasn't high or anything – but this, this just felt… right. After all of those years of fighting and slagging matches, Harry had grown sick of pushing away his rather intense feelings of lust towards Malfoy, thinking of them as normal teenage hormones and something he would get over. But now, looking deep into those grey pools of wonder, Harry was sure he could no longer ignore those feelings. For they were open and bleeding right there in front of him.
"Don't you hate me, Malfoy?" He felt himself ask.
Draco chuckled – but it wasn't one of those trademark Malfoy chuckles – filled with sarcasm and anger, no – this one was different, it sounded almost… sad. "Love? Hate? Lust?" Draco asked quietly, bringing Harry in closer so that their mouths were barely a centimetre away from each other, "It all bleeds from the same wound, Potter." And with that, Draco had gently pulled Harry's mouth towards his, groaning slightly as their lips met in a tangled confusion of lust, need and desire.
Harry felt his hands reaching up to embrace Draco's neck, his fingers curling around the hair on the back of the blonde Slytherin's head, as he felt Draco's tongue encircle itself wetly inside his mouth.
Harry deepened the kiss and felt himself grow harder, Draco's hands running feverishly up and down his back, his pale fingers sneaking up and under the metal top and scratching gently at Harry's flesh.
Harry let out a gentle whimper and broke to gasp for air, Draco doing the same, his lips pink and shiny, growing numb with the cool breeze.
Draco grinned at Harry, digging his nails deeper into the raven haired boy's back causing him to moan in pain. "You're a wonderful kisser, Harry." Draco rasped, grinding his thigh against Harry's groin, causing the Gryffindor to let out another strangled wail.
"Then let me kiss you again." Harry breathed, reaching down and crushing his lips against Draco's neck, biting at the smooth skin underneath his ear and causing the blonde to writhe and squeal with pleasure. "Oh, fuck." Draco breathed, closing his eyes. *Yes.* he thought to himself. *This is much better fun than inside.*
Harry suddenly let go of the blonde, and looked at him, his eyes glazed with confusion and lust, intertwined together in a furious mingle of emotion. "What are we doing?" He breathed, clasping a hand to his mouth.
Draco frowned, and stepped back. "I thought… I thought you wanted to." He said quietly, suddenly feeling the dreaded heat of humiliation run up the back of his neck.
Harry frowned and looked down, and then looked up at Draco again. "I did… I do." He said. "I have done for years." He muttered quietly, looking down again.
Draco hated to admit it, but he felt his heart leap with Harry's words. He let out a silent choke, and grinned. "Me too." He replied softly.
But before Harry could answer, a mingled clatter of voices buzzed past the rose bush, and Draco suddenly realised that it was Pansy and Blaise.
"… but where IS he?!" Pansy wailed.
Draco's body tensed, and he gripped firmly onto Harry's upper arms. Harry's eyes went wide, and he felt himself bring a finger to his mouth and hush 'Shh!'
"… he can't have gone far, Pansy. Besides… wouldn't you rather be here with me?" Blaise replied.
Draco rolled his eyes at this and murmured "Have her," causing Harry to grin cheekily. Draco's heart melted. "Come on, I know where we can go." He whispered to the other boy, clasping onto his hand and twining his fingers around his.
Draco popped his head out of the other side of the bush, making sure the coast was clear. "Right. When I say go, we leg it to the lake, understand?" He whispered to Harry. Harry nodded in reply, biting on his bottom lip. *God, why does he have to be so beautiful?!* Draco thought as he looked back at the Gryffindor.
"Right… GO!" Draco hissed, as the pair of them jumped out of the bush and ran away from the gardens, to the clearing which led to the lake. Harry noticed that when Draco ran, his arms flapped about beside him, making him look rather feminine. Smirking and moving faster, the boys stopped abruptly at the edge of the lake and out of sight from the castle and gardens, panting heavily and grinning broadly.
"You run like a girl, Malfoy." Harry wheezed, doubling over and rubbing his sides.
Draco raised his eyebrows and straightened up. "Excuse me, Potter – I run with elegance. At least I don't look like a troll when I run."
Harry shrugged and steadied out his breathing, landing with a thud onto the grass. Draco sat down beside him, his movements very smooth and snake like. He crossed his legs underneath him and began to play idly with the grass. "Thank God for that" He muttered, lazily ripping out shards of grass and throwing them in front of him.
Harry lay flat on his back and propped up on his elbows, looking up at the sky. "I thought you liked Pansy." He said quietly.
Draco harrumphed, and looked at Harry. "Yeah, she's gorgeous. Such a lovely girl, too." He smirked sarcastically before looking back down at the ground. "Girls are not my type." He added quietly.
Harry frowned and looked at the pale boy beside him. "I've never really thought about what my type was." He said thoughtfully.
"You've had girlfriends before, Potter – doesn't that tell you?" Draco answered, somewhat bitterly.
Harry frowned. "Yeah but both of them stamped all over my heart." He murmured, staring up at the stars in the sky.
"Who were they again?" Draco asked, continuing to rip up small pieces of grass. "Ah, yes. That Chang girl. The Ravenclaw one."
Harry felt his throat go tight, and he silently nodded. "Although, I wouldn't have called it a relationship. She used me."
Draco frowned. "How so?"
Harry let out a silent chuckle of dry laughter. "She saw me as some sort of way to get through her grief I suppose, a rebound. I felt like such an idiot – but I kept running back to her."
Draco's eyes glanced over at Harry, who's face was twisted into an angry scowl. He felt the sudden need to hunt down this Chang girl and slap her senseless.
"Who else?" Draco asked.
"Ginny." Harry replied shortly.
"Ah, yes. Ginny Weasley. And here's me thinking you loved that inane brother of hers." Draco chuckled, stretching out on his back next to Harry.
"Ron?! No! I, err… no, Malfoy! Ugh!" Harry replied quickly. "He's my best friend! That would be like…"
"Shagging Granger?" Draco replied shortly. Harry felt himself splutter. "What?! Well, yes. If you know what I mean. They're my best friends. No… I wouldn't." He giggled.
"How long have you been feeling like this, Potter?" Draco asked quietly, looking up at the sky.
"Feeling like what?" Harry asked, his left eyebrow slanting up.
Draco rolled his eyes impatiently. "Feeling like this…" He leaned over and rolled on top of Harry, and kissed him deeply. Harry felt his head buzz pleasantly, and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him down closer so that their tongue's could meet.
Draco suddenly snapped his head back up, gasping for breath. He slowly looked down at Harry. "Well?" He whispered.
Harry felt his face heat up – he was in a VERY awkward position with Malfoy – as far as trousers were concerned. Draco must have realised too, because he gently rolled off Harry to lay by his side.
"Well… I've always hated you, Malfoy." Harry said quietly. Draco's eyebrows raised and he smiled lightly. "But," Harry continued quickly, "I always knew… I always knew that there had to be more there. No one obsesses over someone that much with just hate." He added quietly.
"Obsesses?" Draco grinned. "I'm flattered, Potter."
Harry gently pushed Draco playfully. "You're obsessed with me too."
Draco opened his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "Malfoys do NOT obsess Potter! How dare you suggest such a thing! I am merely… fascinated."
Harry grinned and felt his cheeks grow hot. "Fascinated with what?" He asked shyly.
Draco looked up at the sky, and idly snaked his fingers around Harry's.
"Your presence. Your fame. Your attitude – the way you just seem to boil over unrepentantly. Your eyes. Your lips. Your voice. Your skin… it's all very fascinating, Potter." He whispered quietly, feeling himself get quite pink in the face. "And what is it you find so endearing about yours truly?" He asked with a grin.
"Well… first of all it was your sniping attitude, I mean – who could miss that?" Draco gave a self-satisfied grin at this. "Then I began to notice how… determined you are. The way you would peer at me in class… and how it had somehow CHANGED. You know? It wasn't your usual glower, it was like… it was like you were actually trying to suss me out. I also began to notice your amazing talent in Potions, your elegance… the way you hold yourself, your eyes, your hands…" Harry's face was flushing a deeper red by the second, and he felt Draco squeeze his hand reassuringly.
"I know I'm beautiful, Potter… and talented, and smart… and dripping with sexuality," He smirked sarcastically. "Oh, and another thing about you, Potter? I love the way you handle your brooms."
Harry coughed, and looked at Draco with wide eyes, who was smiling defiantly back at him.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Harry asked quietly, looking back up at the sky.
Draco sniffed thoughtfully. "Well… we most definitely must keep it a secret." He replied miserably.
"Why?" Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Because Mother and Father would kill me, if not, disown me. I… I was supposed to propose to Pansy tonight." Draco felt tears force themselves over his eyes, but refused to let them fall – Harry would not see him cry.
Harry blinked twice. Then again. "What?" He choked.
"To carry on the family name. To make a… family with her. Another Malfoy family." He shuddered at the thought, making babies with Pansy was an ungodly act. "But I don't want to. And I won't. I refuse to." He added quickly, propping himself on his elbow and looking down at Harry.
"I never knew you would feel the same way about me, Potter. Never." He whispered. "But now that you do, everything is different. I don't want her, Potter. You have to believe me that no matter what happens within my family, I'm always going to want you."
Harry sat up on his elbows again, and reached into his shirt. He pulled out a long silver chain with a lightning bolt shaped silver tag on it, and a single green stone etched into the bottom. "I had this made for me by the Weasley's for my 16th birthday." He said shortly, turning it round and unclasping it. "Take it." He handed it to Draco, who just glared at the object with surprise.
"Take it, Draco." Harry urged, pushing it into the pale boy's hand. Draco felt his stomach leap. It was so bizarre to hear Harry say his first name.
"Why?" He felt himself ask.
"It sounds really silly, but I thought if you wear it, and you do have to go through this arranged marriage, I'll always be… with you." Harry finished lamely, feeling his cheeks heat up rapidly.
"That's not silly at all, Potter." Draco replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver band he was supposed to give Pansy that night. "What's silly is – you think I'll go ahead with the engagement. Here…" He stuffed the ring rather vigorously into Harry's hand.
Harry frowned and looked down into his palm at the silver ring.
"I'll take your chain, you take my ring, Potter. Consider it as an exchange." Draco said, his voice quiet and business like, as he wrapped the chain around his neck, clasping it shut and tucking it into his shirt.
"An exchange of what?" Harry replied, placing the ring on the middle finger of his right hand.
"Of promises. Vows, if you will. I promise that I'll be with you, you promise that you'll be with me."
Harry nodded and reached up to kiss Draco lightly and sweetly. "I promise." He whispered against the skin on Draco's neck. Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "When will I see you again?" He asked.
"Soon… I have to deal with Pansy and Mother first." He rasped quietly. "Soon, Harry. I swear."
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TBC
