Fate and a Rose

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.

Warning: This story will contain slash (i.e. male/male relationships) and mpreg (but not until later). If you don't like these things, I'd advise you not to read this fic! Thanks!

A/N: I have read all of the HP books, and all of them are relevant to this fic in some way, but some of the things that have happened in HBP will not happen until later in this fic, so please acknowledge that.

Chapter Three

Detention Served

Harry pulled away, gasping for air. Draco was pressed up against the wall, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed and eyes closed. Harry took a deep, calming breath, and pulled Draco against him again. Though they weren't kissing this time, their embrace was still heated, voicing more desire than words ever could.

Their breathing still heavy, they pulled apart. Harry looked deeply into Draco's eyes, and saw the same emotions reflected back at him. Harry couldn't help but feeling a little scared. Things were moving way too fast, and Harry hadn't even been aware that he was gay. What's wrong with me? He couldn't help but question himself. It was as if Draco had put a curse or something on him.

"Draco," Harry said, still panting for breath. "Draco, hold on."

Draco made a noise in the back of his throat, but still nuzzled into Harry's neck. "Draco, hold on. What have you done to me, Draco?"

Draco's head shot up and he looked at Harry disbelievingly. "What have I done to you!" he asked with a snarl. "How about what have you done to me! I haven't done anything to you!" He said angrily.

Harry glared at Draco. "You don't have to lie, you know." Harry said defensively. "I won't be mad at you or anything. It's just that this is going way too fast, but if it went any slower, I'd probably…I'd…"

"Explode?" Draco finished his sentence for him.

"Well…yeah, that's it. How do you know what I'm feeling if you didn't do anything to me?" Harry asked.

"Because, Harry. I feel the same way."

"You couldn't possibly." Harry said, searching Draco's eyes for something that he couldn't find.

"Look, lets just go. We still have detention to serve, you know. And I'm sure McGonagall will be here in a few moments wondering where we are and why dinner's not almost ready." With that, Draco stepped away from Harry with a hurt look in his eyes, and with a disgusted sound at the sight of so many house elves, disappeared into the kitchens.

Harry followed quickly, only to be bombarded by none other than Dobby. "Uh, hullo, Dobby. How are you tonight?"

"Oh, very well, Harry Potter, sir! How can Dobby be of service to Mister Harry Potter tonight, sir?"

"Uh, that's alright, Dobby. I've got detention tonight. I'm supposed to help you cook dinner."

"Oh, so is you who is caught in Library kissing, sir? Harry Potter cannot help Dobby, sir, Dobby is forever indebted to Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter sit there," at that, Dobby pointed to a stool that was being brought up to Harry. "Dobby cook. Is Mister Harry Potter hungry, sir?"

"Uh, no thanks, Dobby. I just…do you have any Butterbeer?"

"Oh, yes! Dobby fetch Butterbeer for Mister Harry Potter and his friend right away, sir!"

"My friend? Oh, Draco? Yeah…"

"Draco, sir?" Dobby stopped, mid-step. "Harry Potter is caught kissing in Library with young Malfoy descendant, sir?"

"Uh…" Harry's brow furrowed as he looked at Dobby, trying to decide whether or not this news was good.

"Oh, this is most good, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby exclaimed as though reading Harry's thoughts. "No work for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sirs tonight! Is Harry Potter sure Harry Potter is not hungry?"

"Uh, yeah," Harry raked his hands through his hair, trying to decide what Dobby was so excited about. After all, Draco's father had once been Dobby's master, and Dobby had only been set free by Harry's fast thinking when he had slipped a sock into the book that Lucius gave to Dobby. Harry was sure that Draco may have mistreated Dobby just as badly, if not worse, than his father had. "It's a…good thing?"

Dobby looked at Harry scornfully. "Of course Harry Potter kissing is good. Harry Potter does have sex life! Winky think Harry Potter a virgin. Harry Potter kissing proves Winky wrong!"

Harry burst out laughing. Draco looked over at him with something akin to a smirk, and tried to hold back his own laughter.

"Uh, right then. Thanks, Dobby."

Dobby beamed and went to fetch the Butterbeers.

"So, are you a virgin, then?"

Harry looked over at Draco and shook his head. "No," He said and laughed even harder at Draco's shocked look. "I lost my virginity in fourth year. Before everything got so…different. You know? Right before the Tri-wizard Tournament started. I think it was pity sex. The girl thought I was going to die, and wanted a shag before I did. I guess so she could say that she shagged the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry beamed and sat on the stool that Dobby had mentioned before.

"And you've let everyone think you're some innocent little prat. Why?"

"It's easier."

Draco smirked. "Yes, I suppose it is, isn't it?"

"Well, you can't really tell me that you're a virgin." Harry said, looking at Draco reproachfully.

"No, but I could have sworn that you were," Draco responded, sitting on a stool across from Harry.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't really give out any clues that I wasn't, did I?"

"True. But what gives you the notion that I'm not a virgin? Surely I didn't give out clues that would prove otherwise…did I?"

"You, a virgin? Malfoy, that's almost like saying that the sky isn't blue."

"It isn't."

Harry glared at Draco. "Shut up. It is too."

"No, it's more of a light blue. A sky blue perhaps? It isn't just blue, that's for sure."

"Oh, get off it."

"Well, really, what makes you think that I'm not a virgin?"

"Because, you're completely and utterly sexy, you have a body that just screams 'fuck me,' and every time you're anywhere close to me all I can think about is jumping your bones! I can't be the only person that you make feel this way."

Draco looked at Harry, his eyes gleaming. The look he shot him was completely predatory and made Harry want to hide inside his own robes. But the lust behind the look seemed to shoot ice into Harry's blood. His first thought was to stay where he was, but Draco immediately threw that reaction out the window as he stood up and started to approach Harry. Harry jumped up from his seat and met Draco half-way, their lips meshing before they even had a chance to process the fact that they were still in the kitchens and that they had an audience.

In the background, Dobby looked at Winky with a smirk. "See? Dobby told Winky Harry Potter is not a virgin."

Winky glared at Dobby and gave him the two Galleons she owed him. "Dobby wins virgin bet. But Winky wins time bet. Harry Potter kiss Draco Malfoy yesterday. Not in two weeks like Dobby say." She held out her palm for Dobby to give her the five Sickles he owed her. Dobby sighed and dug in the pockets of his make-shift tunic to hand her one grimy Sickle and seven grungy Knuts.

"That all Dobby has." Dobby said with a frown.

Winky nodded happily and walked away, leaving Dobby to observe Harry and Draco's make out session.

XXX

Minerva McGonagall looked at the mirror with a grin. Instead of her own reflection staring back at her, an image of what was transpiring in the kitchens was displayed to her. Of course, the boys were bound to wonder what was going on, but right now things were going as planned; everything was as it should be. Even though there was no sound to go along with the things that were happening, as the spell she had planted in the kitchens had to be small in order for the boys not to pick up on it, she understood what was going on. Though she knew it was rude to spy on them, and if they found out she was spying on them they would be ultimately livid, she could not force herself to look away from what was going on.

Draco held Harry in one of the most intimate embraces the professor had ever seen. Harry's hands were roaming through Draco's hair, and they were pressed unbelievably close to one another, groping and gripping like animals. They were most definitely passionate, that was for sure.

XXX

Harry sighed against Draco's neck as Draco pulled away for a few moments. The hug Draco held him in hadn't loosened at all since they had first begun; if anything, it had tightened. They had been at it for over two hours, and Harry was sure their detention should have been over by now. Even though he didn't want it to end, the next day was Saturday and he had a lot of important things he had to do that required him to be at the top of his ability; which meant he needed sleep, and being in the kitchens was not providing what he needed, no matter how much it provided him with what he wanted.

Draco gave one last lingering kiss to Harry's neck, then pulled back. His breathing was ragged, but he seemed over-all elated. Grinning at Harry, he turned around and walked deeper into the kitchens; they had only been in the entrance.

Harry followed. "Where are you going?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, nowhere." Draco replied innocently, stepping over a sleeping house elf with a look of repulsion on his face.

Silence soon followed, and Harry glanced around him questioningly. "Draco? Where are you?" Then, Harry felt a push from behind, and landed softly on the ground. "Hey, what was that for?" He griped.

Draco shot him a sly grin before throwing some flour from a nearby shelf at him. "We have to at least look like we were working. I don't think McGonagall would be too happy if she knew we were doing the same thing she put us in here to stop us from doing."

"Yes, but she's my head of house, which means she'd have a little mercy on me." Harry teased.

"But what fun would it be if we weren't being equally punished?"

"Well, she's not like Snape, so there wouldn't be much mercy. I can guarantee you that."

Draco pouted. "How can you guarantee there would be any mercy at all?" He asked.

"Well, I can't. Not really. But one would think-"

"Hello, boys. I see you've done a wonderful job. Everyone thought tonight's dinner was especially delicious. Why is Harry on the floor? Have you been fighting?" She asked, staring down at Harry with a weird look on her face.

"No, Professor," Draco said, putting on an innocent face. Harry nodded his agreement, and Professor McGonagall helped him up.

"Well, whatever you've been doing, you did something right," She said, though she still seemed skeptical about what they had been doing to put Harry in such a position. She had a sneaking suspicion that she had just walked in on something that could have been life-altering, and though she regretted it, she was glad that she had come before they had gone too far. It wasn't time for that, not yet. Though it would be soon, judging on the way the boys had flung themselves at each other after she had left. "Anyway, I expect you boys to eat your dinner and then go straight to your dorms. Tonight will be the only night of detention for you, but if you are caught displaying P.D.A. again, the consequences will be almost…dire." A small smile slipped onto her lips as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Harry shot Draco a look, then helped himself to a large portion of treacle tarts. At the look of utter disgust on Draco's face, Harry smiled and with his mouth full, stated, "Theezer muh favorish." Draco's frown turned into a grimace.

"Were you taught absolutely no manners as a child?"

Harry shrugged and stuffed another into his already full mouth. "'m hungry." He said, licking his lips.

"Yes, but you don't have to act like a starved animal." Draco said. "I think I've completely lost my appetite."

Harry shrugged as if he hadn't a care in the world. "More fer me, then," He said, crumbs spewing out of his mouth as he dug around in a pile of chocolate éclairs, searching for the perfect one.

"Oh, no," Draco said, slapping Harry's hand away from the éclairs. "Those are mine. You can have everything else, but not those."

"But those are muh sec'n favorite!" Harry protested.

"Well, that's just too bad for you, because they just so happen to be my first favorite." Draco said as he lifted one to his parted lips.

Harry watched the éclair raise, and licked his lips in a fashion that would have most people throwing themselves at him in mere seconds. Draco just raised an eyebrow and slowly took a bite out of the éclair, savoring the flavour on his tongue before swallowing. Harry let out a whimper as Draco polished off his first éclair, then raised another to his waiting mouth. Harry dropped a treacle tart he had been holding to the floor, and it landed with a sickening splat, though Harry was hardly one to notice. Draco shot him a grin, then offered Harry a bite of his éclair as he stepped closer. Harry moaned as it reached his lips, and Draco watched as Harry's eyes closed as he bit into the éclair.

Harry knew it was sort of weird for him to be taking such immense pleasure in such a simple thing, but he had to admit (at least to himself) that this was one of the most erotic things he had ever done, and even with the audience of house elves, he couldn't stop what he did next. (Mostly because he had long ago forgotten that they did have an audience.)

One of his hands dropped to Draco's bum. Draco jumped in surprise at the sudden contact, then shuddered as Harry's hard body came into contact with his own. He dropped the éclair as one of Harry's hands pulled his robes up so that the back seat of Draco's pants was exposed, and the other immediately dove between the waistband. He groped Malfoy softly as their lips came together, and Draco moaned at the taste that still remained on Harry's lips. Harry smiled through their kiss, and Draco groaned as he felt their bodies collide in…intimate places.

Harry gasped as Draco clawed at his back. Both were standing in the middle of the room, with no walls near, so Draco decided the best solution to that problem would be to…with a soft thump, he and Harry fell to the floor, with Draco on top. Harry grinned at this new establishment, and immediately pulled Draco tighter against him. Draco made a soft sound in the back of his throat, then pulled away from Harry, needing to feel skin-on-skin contact.

When Harry felt Draco tugging at his robe's fastenings, Harry had to stop and think for a moment. "Draco, wait." Harry said. Draco groaned and pulled away from Harry. "Don't you think-"

"I'm not really thinking right now, Harry." Draco grumped as he reached down to try to unfasten Harry's robes without him noticing. Harry slapped his hands away.

"Hold on, Draco. This is just going a bit fast, that's all." Harry said, taking in a deep, shaky breath.

Draco glowered at him. "Says you," He muttered, reaching down yet again for another unsuccessful attempt of undressing Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and Draco sighed. "Fine." He said, giving up on his relentless hunt for some skin that wasn't on Harry's face.

Harry grinned and brought a finger up to caress Draco's cheek as he spoke. "Look, it's only been two days. Don't you think it's moving a bit fast? I didn't even know I was gay until just a few hours ago."

"Well, maybe you're not gay." Draco said with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked with a confused look on his face.

"Well, maybe you're only attracted to me." Draco reasoned. "And you only need me. Harry, I have this feeling. It's like you complete me. Without you, I don't know what I'd do. It feels like we've been together forever."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed together. "Me too," He admitted. "But we haven't been together at all, Draco, and believe it or not, this does have some emotional affects on me."

"Aw, and you seemed like such an unemotional person." Draco teased.

"I'm serious, Draco. I just think that it's moving too fast. And how is everyone else going to take the news?"

"What news?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, uh…"

"That you're gay? Harry, maybe you shouldn't tell anyone until you're completely sure."

Harry shrugged. "That seems like a reasonable thing to do."

"Of course. You'll spoil everything."

"What's that supposed to mean!" Harry asked defensively as he tossed Draco off of his chest and stood up, dusting himself off.

"Harry, since when have you ever been reasonable?" Harry glared at him and Draco chuckled. "I'm just joking."

"I have stuff to do tomorrow. I should get to my dorm."

Draco sighed. "Harry-"

"No, I told Neville I'd be there around eleven. It's almost that now. I've got to go."

"Harry, look," Draco protested, following Harry out of the kitchens and up a floor. "I didn't mean to offend you. It was just a joke."

"I know," Harry said, his face an emotionless mask.

"Harry-"

"G'night, Draco," Harry said as he walked up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower.

"G'night, Harry," Draco muttered, turning and going down to his own chambers in the dungeons.

XXX

Harry sighed as he waited for Neville to open the portrait of the fat lady. Of course, as predicted, the Fat Lady was no where to be found, so Harry had no way of getting into his dorm. And he was rather tired, too.

Neville was about ten minutes late, but despite what he had thought might happen tonight, he heard no sounds coming from inside the Commons to indicate that anyone had been fighting at all.

All of a sudden, Harry felt a cold whoosh of air on the back of his neck and turned around, to see a bodiless Neville's head floating in front of him. "Neville, hey. 'Bout time you opened the-"

"Yeah, sorry about that, Harry. I opened the door about an hour ago to see if the fat lady was still there or not, that way I would know if I had to come and open it for you. They stopped fighting a while ago and went off to the boy's dorms, and to tell you the truth, I was sort of afraid to follow them, in case of what I might hear. Anyways, I came out here in the invisibility cloak, because it was still after hours, even though not by very much, and the portrait swung shut behind me. The fat lady wasn't there." Neville said in just one breath. "Please don't be mad at me, Harry. I didn't know she wasn't gonna be there. They weren't very loud tonight."

Harry laughed. "Oh, well this is just great, Neville," He said.

"I said sorry," Neville said dejectedly.

"Oh, I'm not mad at you, Neville," Harry said, putting a comforting arm around Neville's shoulders. "It's just that it's awfully ironic, don't you think? I bet you Hermione knew you were coming out here, or Ron knew, or something and they didn't want us to come back in. Why they would do something like that is beyond me, but I'll bet you three Knuts they did."

"Harry, are you okay?" Neville asked.

"Why does everyone always ask me that? Of course I'm okay. If I wasn't, I'd tell someone!" Harry proclaimed.

"Well yeah, it's just that you look awfully flushed. And have you been crying?"

Harry glared at Neville defensively. "No," He said, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his robe.

"Okay," Neville said, and though Harry got the feeling that Neville didn't quite trust that Harry hadn't been crying, he was awfully glad he hadn't pushed the subject, because lately Harry always tended to give in to what other people wanted, and always ended up biting their heads off later. "Well," Neville said, deciding they needed a change of subject. "How are we gonna get back in there?"

"Do you think we can ask Professor McGonagall to let us in? I'm sure that since she's head of house she knows other ways in besides the portrait." Harry said thoughtfully.

"Yes, but she's probably asleep by now. It's nearly one o'clock now."

Harry nodded in agreement. "What about Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"But he's probably asleep, too," Neville said with a frown.

"Yeah. Well, I suppose we could just wait out here until someone decides to come out."

Neville nodded. "But that might not be for hours. Tomorrow's Saturday, Harry. I hardly think anyone's gonna be up very early, not even Hermione."

Harry groaned. "Oh, why does everything always have to happen at one time?" He asked. "Can't it just happen one thing at a time? Why can't I just be normal?" Neville shot Harry a questioning glance and Harry shook his head. "Never mind. I was just thinking aloud."

"Harry, just do what feels right."

"What do you mean?"

"It appears to me that you're having some relationship problems with someone or other. I don't know what they are, but the best advice anyone's ever given me was to do what feels right, no matter what the costs might be. Follow your heart, Harry," Neville said, sounding much older than his 17 years.

"Er, right. Thanks, I'll remember that." Harry said, giving Neville a strange look. Neville grinned at him and slid down the wall.

"Might as well make ourselves comfortable. It's gonna be a while." He said with a grin.

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A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed so far! I hope that you continue to do so. I'm the type of person that sort of updates sporadically, and I usually get sort of lazy if I don't think people like my fics, so those of you who have reviewed and/or plan on reviewing, thanks a bundle!

You will probably be seeing more updates than usual this week and next, as I'm on Christmas Vacation and don't have to go back to work until January second. After that, I'm sure I'll update often, but not as often as I'd like. I'd like for all of the people reading this fic to know that I still do plan on updating, so don't freak out if updates suddenly stop for a couple of days or so, as I'm probably really busy. If I don't update for long periods of time (such as a week or perhaps longer), I'll probably post a long chapter or more than one chapter to make up for it. But, as I've said, you won't have to worry about that for another week or so, so don't!

The next chapter will be posted as soon as I get it typed up!