Title: Fated
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
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. :)
A/N2: OK this chapter is very very mushy… I apologise to haters of this category but it was unavoidable! I had to do it! *lines up to get tomatoes thrown at me*
CHAPTER 6 – Can I Keep You
"Harry killed Blaise?" Draco breathed, dropping the piece of parchment from his hands. It landed with a silent flutter onto his bedroom floor.
Feeling coldness fill up his stomach, Draco inhaled sharply and gazed out of his window, the letter from his mother lying forlorn and forgotten on the floor.
"Harry…" He whispered, looking at the night's sky. *You were supposed to meet me tonight. You were supposed to tell me you loved me. You were supposed to… stop the pain.* Draco felt a single tear melt down his face.
Flashes of images ran through his mind as he imagined Harry brutally beating Blaise into a bloody pulp, then killing him with one final blow. Wincing and sinking onto his bed, Draco drew both of his hands up to his face and began crying helplessly into them.
Just then, there was a swift rapping at his window. Wiping his eyes and looking up, he walked over to it and frowned as nothing appeared to be outside. Then, to Draco's utter surprise, a long hand appeared from nowhere, hovering in the air, and wearing his ring…
"Harry?!" Draco gasped, opening his window.
"Hiya, Draco." Harry croaked, letting his cloak drop to floor as he clumsily made his way through the threshold.
Draco gasped and stepped forward as the light from the room spilled over Harry's features revealing messy fingerprints of dried blood, smeared across his face like some sort of battle warrior. He was breathing very heavily, his hair was dishevelled, and his eyebrows were knitted into an anxious frown. Dropping his Firebolt to the ground, Harry stumbled quite suddenly into Draco's arms.
"Oh, God…" Draco muttered as he clung onto Harry, inspecting his bloody hands and face. "I thought you ran away. I thought you were gone." He whispered, looking into Harry's delicate expression.
"I don't have much time. I'm meeting someone in the morning, a… family friend. He's taking me away." Harry murmured, remembering that Draco had no clue what so ever about Sirius' innocence.
"Taking you where, exactly?" Draco said sharply, frowning.
"Away from here. I've been expelled, Draco." Harry could feel hot tears cursing down his face as the reality of his own words hit him.
Draco nodded and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I know… it's been all over school. Well, where are you planning on going until then?" He whispered.
Harry stepped in closer and rested his hands on Draco's hips. "Well, I was sort of thinking maybe… I could stay here?"
Draco nodded again, stepping in closer to Harry. After a few seconds of nervous hesitation, both boys leaned forward, pressing their lips lightly together, kissing slowly and sweetly. Draco could feel his head explode, his hands shake at the utter sweetness of the other boy. Draco always used to think of this kind of thing as stupid and unnecessary, but now all he wanted to do was kiss Harry over and over again, whisper sweet nothings into his ear and tell him that everything would be alright, even although he knew that it wouldn't.
He could feel Harry sigh lightly against his mouth as their tongues flicked delicately at each other, his body pressing up closer to Draco's. Draco responded by moving his mouth along Harry's jaw, kissing and nipping at his flesh lightly before reaching his ear.
"I've wanted this… you… for so long, Potter." He rasped into Harry's ear, pulling at the front of his trousers.
Harry groaned, enlacing his fingers with Draco's and kissing him again, this time deeply, the emotional drive fuller and more passionate.
Draco pulled at Harry's hands, dragging him persuasively over to his bed, crawling backwards onto the mattress, Harry following on top of him.
Harry moved his hands from Draco's, sliding them up and behind the blonde boy's head as he kissed him. As they stopped for air, Draco looked up at Harry and grinned.
"What?" Harry asked, abashed.
"Why, you're all flushed, Harry." Draco teased, pulling at Harry's top.
Harry grinned uneasily, and looked down at Draco's hands, letting the blonde Slytherin carefully remove his white, slightly bloodstained shirt.
"Don't worry, Harry, save your hot flushes for later when I'm writhing all hot and screaming on top of you…" Draco grinned wickedly, causing Harry to blush even more.
Draco quickly flipped Harry over on his back, pinning him down with his knees as he removed his own black t-shirt, revealing a skinny – but not in the lanky sense – cream coloured chest, baby soft and toned, Harry's necklace hanging beautifully around his neck. Harry raised his eyebrows, catching his breath and looking up at the other boy who was grinning impishly down at him. "What? You'd think I would be all lovey-dovey and romantic in bed? I'm no angel, Harry." Draco grinned again, causing Harry to let out a startled laugh.
Harry let his eyes roam over Draco – his pale hair shining beautifully like a halo around him, his grey eyes that almost blended white, and sighed. "You could have fooled me." He whispered.
Draco smiled at this – a genuine smile this time, and leaned down to kiss Harry again, letting his hands roam over the other boy's chest, then going further down…
Harry let out a stifled moan into Draco's mouth, who wriggled about amusedly on top of him, clearly loving every moment of his effects on the Gryffindor.
Then, breaking the kiss, but managing to keep his hand buried deep inside Harry's boxers, Draco leaned forward to Harry's ear.
"Can I keep you?" Draco whispered, his tone full of passion, desire… and Harry could also sense… fear?
"You can always keep me, Draco." Harry whispered back, pulling Draco to him and brushing their lips together.
~~~*~~~
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Can I keep you?"
Draco looked up from his resting place on Harry's chest and smiled and the half-dozing boy.
"Yes." He replied in a whisper, dropping tiny butterfly kisses on Harry's throat.
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Why were we so horrible to each other?" Harry looked down at the pale sheet of blonde hair that spilled across his shoulder and chest from the top of Draco's head, admiring the way it glowed in the ghostly moonlight that seeped through the bedroom curtains.
"Repressed emotions I imagine." Draco sighed, entwining his fingers with Harry's.
Harry frowned and lifted his hand in the air, watching Draco's pale fingers snake in and out of his.
"But… but I was so sure you hated me." He said, continuing to watch their hands.
"I did." Draco answered back, a bit too casually for Harry's liking.
Draco noticed the sudden tenseness of Harry's body and sighed loudly. "You hated me too, Potter." He retorted, running his long fingers up and down Harry's wrist.
"I… know." Harry replied, relaxing a little and grinning.
"Like I said to you before, Harry. We were kids. It's what kids do." Draco whispered, spidering his fingers up Harry's arm.
"Yeah, I suppose it is." Harry replied, closing his eyes.
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Can I love you?"
"Yes."
~~~*~~~
"Harry? Harry wake up!"
Harry felt someone wring his shoulders, shaking him rather aggressively from sleep.
"Mmmmm… wha? Eh?" He mumbled, opening his eyes and squinting.
"Harry it's 5 o'clock… you have to get ready… you have to go!" The voice continued.
"Go? Ron… piss off I'm trying to sleep…" Harry said thickly, attempting to roll on his side.
"Oh, for God's sake, Potter… pull yourself together!" That voice didn't belong to Ron… then Harry remembered.
"Draco? Draco what time is it?" He said, rubbing at his eyes and noticing how dark it was outside.
"It's 5 bloody o'clock do I have to spell it out for you, Potter?" Draco tutted, whipping the sheets off of a very naked Harry.
"DRACO!" Harry yelped, bringing his legs up to his chest as he sat up.
"Yes, thought that would wake you up." Draco grinned as he stood up and stretched, Harry noticing that he had changed sometime during the night into boxers.
"Don't worry, Harry I've seen it all before." He grinned, patting Harry on the head.
"Oh… yeah." Harry smiled sheepishly, his cheeks going slightly red.
"And not just because we fucked, what, you think I just stared at the wall next to you all those times in the Quidditch showers?"
Harry went slightly green at this and choked. "Draco!" He breathed, grabbing onto his boxers as Draco threw them to him.
Draco merely grunted, throwing the rest of Harry's clothes from the floor onto the bed. "Speaking of shagging," He smiled cheekily, crawling on his hands and knees onto the mattress next to Harry, who was now successfully half dressed. He leaned forward and captured Harry's mouth in his, running his tongue along the other boy's lips.
"No, I can't…" Harry mumbled against Draco's mouth, breaking free of him and smiling. "I have to go… soon. We haven't got time."
"That's not what you were saying last night, Potter." Draco snorted, tracing his finger's across Harry's bare chest. "Then again, I don't remember you saying much bar my name, in many different pitches."
Harry's face went adorably beetroot at this, and he coughed lightly. "I can't wear this… it's a mess" He said glumly, picking up his blood stained school shirt.
Draco crawled off his bed and reached into his cupboard, pulling out a short sleeve black button-up shirt and throwing it to Harry. "Here." He said simply, landing with a huff on the bed next to him. "Why do you have to leave?" He said, the familiar Malfoy-whine coming into place.
"Because I do. I have nowhere else to go." Harry said quietly, pulling on the shirt, not bothering to button it up.
"But you could stay here?" Draco asked hopefully as Harry reached out for his hand.
"I've been expelled. I think that pretty much means I have to stay away from Hogwarts." Harry sighed, using his other hand to play with Draco's silky soft hair.
"When will I see you again?" Draco whispered, cursing the fact his eyes were filling up.
"Soon. Once this has all blown over at the Ministry. Until then, I have to lay low."
"Yeah, I can just imagine Skeeter having a field day about this." Draco laughed weakly, closing his eyes at Harry's touch.
"Exactly. Everyone's precious little Boy Who Lived… a killer." Harry choked bitterly, grinding his teeth together.
"Stop it." Draco said sharply, turning to face Harry. "You are not a killer."
Harry sniffed and looked down at his hands that were now both holding onto Draco's, the silver ring shining dully in the darkness.
"You are not a killer, Harry. This will all be over soon and you'll come back to me. I'm certain of it." Draco circled his arms around Harry's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I love you." Harry whispered into Draco's hair.
"I love you too, Golden Boy." Draco replied, smiling.
~~~*~~~
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
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. :)
A/N2: OK this chapter is very very mushy… I apologise to haters of this category but it was unavoidable! I had to do it! *lines up to get tomatoes thrown at me*
CHAPTER 6 – Can I Keep You
"Harry killed Blaise?" Draco breathed, dropping the piece of parchment from his hands. It landed with a silent flutter onto his bedroom floor.
Feeling coldness fill up his stomach, Draco inhaled sharply and gazed out of his window, the letter from his mother lying forlorn and forgotten on the floor.
"Harry…" He whispered, looking at the night's sky. *You were supposed to meet me tonight. You were supposed to tell me you loved me. You were supposed to… stop the pain.* Draco felt a single tear melt down his face.
Flashes of images ran through his mind as he imagined Harry brutally beating Blaise into a bloody pulp, then killing him with one final blow. Wincing and sinking onto his bed, Draco drew both of his hands up to his face and began crying helplessly into them.
Just then, there was a swift rapping at his window. Wiping his eyes and looking up, he walked over to it and frowned as nothing appeared to be outside. Then, to Draco's utter surprise, a long hand appeared from nowhere, hovering in the air, and wearing his ring…
"Harry?!" Draco gasped, opening his window.
"Hiya, Draco." Harry croaked, letting his cloak drop to floor as he clumsily made his way through the threshold.
Draco gasped and stepped forward as the light from the room spilled over Harry's features revealing messy fingerprints of dried blood, smeared across his face like some sort of battle warrior. He was breathing very heavily, his hair was dishevelled, and his eyebrows were knitted into an anxious frown. Dropping his Firebolt to the ground, Harry stumbled quite suddenly into Draco's arms.
"Oh, God…" Draco muttered as he clung onto Harry, inspecting his bloody hands and face. "I thought you ran away. I thought you were gone." He whispered, looking into Harry's delicate expression.
"I don't have much time. I'm meeting someone in the morning, a… family friend. He's taking me away." Harry murmured, remembering that Draco had no clue what so ever about Sirius' innocence.
"Taking you where, exactly?" Draco said sharply, frowning.
"Away from here. I've been expelled, Draco." Harry could feel hot tears cursing down his face as the reality of his own words hit him.
Draco nodded and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I know… it's been all over school. Well, where are you planning on going until then?" He whispered.
Harry stepped in closer and rested his hands on Draco's hips. "Well, I was sort of thinking maybe… I could stay here?"
Draco nodded again, stepping in closer to Harry. After a few seconds of nervous hesitation, both boys leaned forward, pressing their lips lightly together, kissing slowly and sweetly. Draco could feel his head explode, his hands shake at the utter sweetness of the other boy. Draco always used to think of this kind of thing as stupid and unnecessary, but now all he wanted to do was kiss Harry over and over again, whisper sweet nothings into his ear and tell him that everything would be alright, even although he knew that it wouldn't.
He could feel Harry sigh lightly against his mouth as their tongues flicked delicately at each other, his body pressing up closer to Draco's. Draco responded by moving his mouth along Harry's jaw, kissing and nipping at his flesh lightly before reaching his ear.
"I've wanted this… you… for so long, Potter." He rasped into Harry's ear, pulling at the front of his trousers.
Harry groaned, enlacing his fingers with Draco's and kissing him again, this time deeply, the emotional drive fuller and more passionate.
Draco pulled at Harry's hands, dragging him persuasively over to his bed, crawling backwards onto the mattress, Harry following on top of him.
Harry moved his hands from Draco's, sliding them up and behind the blonde boy's head as he kissed him. As they stopped for air, Draco looked up at Harry and grinned.
"What?" Harry asked, abashed.
"Why, you're all flushed, Harry." Draco teased, pulling at Harry's top.
Harry grinned uneasily, and looked down at Draco's hands, letting the blonde Slytherin carefully remove his white, slightly bloodstained shirt.
"Don't worry, Harry, save your hot flushes for later when I'm writhing all hot and screaming on top of you…" Draco grinned wickedly, causing Harry to blush even more.
Draco quickly flipped Harry over on his back, pinning him down with his knees as he removed his own black t-shirt, revealing a skinny – but not in the lanky sense – cream coloured chest, baby soft and toned, Harry's necklace hanging beautifully around his neck. Harry raised his eyebrows, catching his breath and looking up at the other boy who was grinning impishly down at him. "What? You'd think I would be all lovey-dovey and romantic in bed? I'm no angel, Harry." Draco grinned again, causing Harry to let out a startled laugh.
Harry let his eyes roam over Draco – his pale hair shining beautifully like a halo around him, his grey eyes that almost blended white, and sighed. "You could have fooled me." He whispered.
Draco smiled at this – a genuine smile this time, and leaned down to kiss Harry again, letting his hands roam over the other boy's chest, then going further down…
Harry let out a stifled moan into Draco's mouth, who wriggled about amusedly on top of him, clearly loving every moment of his effects on the Gryffindor.
Then, breaking the kiss, but managing to keep his hand buried deep inside Harry's boxers, Draco leaned forward to Harry's ear.
"Can I keep you?" Draco whispered, his tone full of passion, desire… and Harry could also sense… fear?
"You can always keep me, Draco." Harry whispered back, pulling Draco to him and brushing their lips together.
~~~*~~~
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Can I keep you?"
Draco looked up from his resting place on Harry's chest and smiled and the half-dozing boy.
"Yes." He replied in a whisper, dropping tiny butterfly kisses on Harry's throat.
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Why were we so horrible to each other?" Harry looked down at the pale sheet of blonde hair that spilled across his shoulder and chest from the top of Draco's head, admiring the way it glowed in the ghostly moonlight that seeped through the bedroom curtains.
"Repressed emotions I imagine." Draco sighed, entwining his fingers with Harry's.
Harry frowned and lifted his hand in the air, watching Draco's pale fingers snake in and out of his.
"But… but I was so sure you hated me." He said, continuing to watch their hands.
"I did." Draco answered back, a bit too casually for Harry's liking.
Draco noticed the sudden tenseness of Harry's body and sighed loudly. "You hated me too, Potter." He retorted, running his long fingers up and down Harry's wrist.
"I… know." Harry replied, relaxing a little and grinning.
"Like I said to you before, Harry. We were kids. It's what kids do." Draco whispered, spidering his fingers up Harry's arm.
"Yeah, I suppose it is." Harry replied, closing his eyes.
"Draco?"
"…mmm?"
"Can I love you?"
"Yes."
~~~*~~~
"Harry? Harry wake up!"
Harry felt someone wring his shoulders, shaking him rather aggressively from sleep.
"Mmmmm… wha? Eh?" He mumbled, opening his eyes and squinting.
"Harry it's 5 o'clock… you have to get ready… you have to go!" The voice continued.
"Go? Ron… piss off I'm trying to sleep…" Harry said thickly, attempting to roll on his side.
"Oh, for God's sake, Potter… pull yourself together!" That voice didn't belong to Ron… then Harry remembered.
"Draco? Draco what time is it?" He said, rubbing at his eyes and noticing how dark it was outside.
"It's 5 bloody o'clock do I have to spell it out for you, Potter?" Draco tutted, whipping the sheets off of a very naked Harry.
"DRACO!" Harry yelped, bringing his legs up to his chest as he sat up.
"Yes, thought that would wake you up." Draco grinned as he stood up and stretched, Harry noticing that he had changed sometime during the night into boxers.
"Don't worry, Harry I've seen it all before." He grinned, patting Harry on the head.
"Oh… yeah." Harry smiled sheepishly, his cheeks going slightly red.
"And not just because we fucked, what, you think I just stared at the wall next to you all those times in the Quidditch showers?"
Harry went slightly green at this and choked. "Draco!" He breathed, grabbing onto his boxers as Draco threw them to him.
Draco merely grunted, throwing the rest of Harry's clothes from the floor onto the bed. "Speaking of shagging," He smiled cheekily, crawling on his hands and knees onto the mattress next to Harry, who was now successfully half dressed. He leaned forward and captured Harry's mouth in his, running his tongue along the other boy's lips.
"No, I can't…" Harry mumbled against Draco's mouth, breaking free of him and smiling. "I have to go… soon. We haven't got time."
"That's not what you were saying last night, Potter." Draco snorted, tracing his finger's across Harry's bare chest. "Then again, I don't remember you saying much bar my name, in many different pitches."
Harry's face went adorably beetroot at this, and he coughed lightly. "I can't wear this… it's a mess" He said glumly, picking up his blood stained school shirt.
Draco crawled off his bed and reached into his cupboard, pulling out a short sleeve black button-up shirt and throwing it to Harry. "Here." He said simply, landing with a huff on the bed next to him. "Why do you have to leave?" He said, the familiar Malfoy-whine coming into place.
"Because I do. I have nowhere else to go." Harry said quietly, pulling on the shirt, not bothering to button it up.
"But you could stay here?" Draco asked hopefully as Harry reached out for his hand.
"I've been expelled. I think that pretty much means I have to stay away from Hogwarts." Harry sighed, using his other hand to play with Draco's silky soft hair.
"When will I see you again?" Draco whispered, cursing the fact his eyes were filling up.
"Soon. Once this has all blown over at the Ministry. Until then, I have to lay low."
"Yeah, I can just imagine Skeeter having a field day about this." Draco laughed weakly, closing his eyes at Harry's touch.
"Exactly. Everyone's precious little Boy Who Lived… a killer." Harry choked bitterly, grinding his teeth together.
"Stop it." Draco said sharply, turning to face Harry. "You are not a killer."
Harry sniffed and looked down at his hands that were now both holding onto Draco's, the silver ring shining dully in the darkness.
"You are not a killer, Harry. This will all be over soon and you'll come back to me. I'm certain of it." Draco circled his arms around Harry's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I love you." Harry whispered into Draco's hair.
"I love you too, Golden Boy." Draco replied, smiling.
~~~*~~~
