Unfavourable Fate

Author: Sleet Fizz :D

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Disclaimer: All the characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling; if they belonged to me then I would have put Harry and Draco together in the first place anyway.

Warnings: It's slash if you haven't worked it out by now. And beside, if you're reading this then you probably like slash. If you don't then just read it for fun.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R, varies from chapter to chapter. Even though you're probably not over 18, you can read it at your own pleasure.

Chapter 7 – Love!

Note – Yes! The chapter I've been waiting all this time to post. For all those people who like mushy, sweet stuff, your road ends here sadly and thus, comes angst, regret and jealousy :D But fear not the new pairing will be named in chapter 7.

Harry lay on his bed thinking that night. He enjoyed being with Draco; to him it wasn't just the sex that he liked, but the playful demeanour of Draco, the mischief he was up to when they were alone together, and finally the smiles and kisses Draco gave. It was love. He, Harry Potter, had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, once known to be his arch nemesis, but now they were fucking each other. The only problem was, Harry's feelings weren't reciprocated, and Draco's feelings towards him were of pure lust. That thought didn't worry Harry too much. He knew Draco loved him, but was too stubborn to admit it; he was determined to make Draco realise that he loved him too… somehow. But the first step to it was to tell Draco that Harry loved him…

The weekend days were over, as quick as they came, and it time for lessons once again. Monday morning arrived and Harry woke up from the best sleep he'd had in weeks.

He got dressed in his uniform and robe, packed his bag, and went down to the common room. It was crowded with Gryffindors scurrying to get ready for breakfast and classes, some barely out of their P.J's. He exited the room through the portrait.

Harry dashed to the Owlery to post a letter to Draco, later running up the spiral staircase, skipping a step or two because he was so eager to send his letter, until he reached the top. The sun's rays penetrated the room, lighting up the Owlery. Even the dust particles were visible in the light along with the sight of hundreds of owls flying in and out, some with parcels, letter or parchments tied to their skinny legs.

"Hedwig!" shouted Harry. Suddenly a bird flew and perched itself onto Harry's shoulder, cooing softly and pecking Harry's ear. "Hi, Hedwig, it has been so long since I've seen you. I hope you've been eating well." There was an angry retort from Hedwig as she flapped her wings forcefully.

"Sorry, I guess not. Look, I'll get you some food later; I need you to deliver this to Draco Malfoy, the tall, blond, hot guy at breakfast. Thanks a million," said Harry. He quickly got out a little piece of parchment, ink and a quill, and dabbing the quill in the ink began writing a message, packing up the equipment when he was finished.

Once the parchment was fastened to Hedwig's leg, she left out of the Owlery.

Harry inwardly smiled and headed back to breakfast. What Harry planned might change Draco's view on him, to make him realise that there was a kindled love between the two, and they were made for each other. He walked down the stairs and back to the Great Hall, which was now filled with bustling students and Professors.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, ready to eat, but he had lost his appetite. The excitement that rumbled in his stomach killed his appetite, so instead he waited patiently for the usually parliament of owls to fly in and deliver their messages, parchments, letters or whatever they had. Harry waited and waited patiently; talking and watching his friends, hoping that time would pass quicker.

It finally came. There was the rush of owls swooping through the windows above the Professor's table, the owls flying swiftly above the students who stopped suddenly, awaiting their mail.

Harry couldn't specifically tell Hedwig from the other owls up above, so he stared at Draco instead.

Meanwhile….

Draco sat at the Slytherin table with Blaise talking to him about the next Quidditch match with Gryffindor, and what tactics to use to win.

"Next match is in two months. I think you should train harder if you want you want to beat that fag, Potter." The blond shot up from his daze when Blaise mentioned the name Potter.

/Yeah, he's a fag, all right./

"I'll beat him, don't worry. Not much of a competition, that Potter." Draco chewed his toast, trying not to let the crumbs fall everywhere. Blaise continued to explain his strategies and insults on the Gryffindors, calling them cheats, which was all boring to Draco. His eyes wandered around the room, not looking for anything in particular, when suddenly there was the usual rush of owls into the Great Hall to deliver certain mail.

To his surprise an owl hovered above him and landed in his shoulder.

Well, well, well, what have we got here?

Draco smiled and removed the parchment attached to Hedwig's leg, feeding the unknown owl a piece of sausage. It cooed happily and flew off.

Blaise peered at Draco's hand holding a parchment, "What have you got there?"

It was rude of him to ask, but he was curious. Draco unrolled the small paper and read.

Drake

Meet me at the Great Hall at midnight.

I have something urgent to do.

Wish I could say more, but I'll save it for later.

H.Potter :D

/That's all? He could have written a little more. Something urgent to do? Hahaha must be sex; he owes me. But hey, if he wants it, then I want it./

Draco smiled and put the parchment into his pocket. (A/N: Does he think about anything other than sex?) Other students were finishing their breakfast and leaving for class.

"Hey, let's get to Potions; the others have already left," Draco suggested after putting it away. Draco got up from the table and headed for the Potions classroom.

Blaise walked with him to the dungeons; they met Harry Potter along the way. Perhaps it was an awkward moment for the three.

Blaise nudged Draco in the ribs and smirked. "Hi, Harry. It's been a long time since we've talked. Where have you been?" teased Blaise in an erotic, seductive voice. Of course Blaise didn't know about the Harry and Draco thing, he was just reminding Harry about the incident before when the Gryffindor fell on top of him.

"Umm, places, dunno?" replied Harry to the rhetorical question, remembering all too well the incident, which had occurred before, but feeling a bit weird, being in front of Draco as well.

"What are you talking about, Blaise? Let's leave lonely Potter alone, since his friends have abandoned him." Draco acted mean and evil towards Harry in front of his friend, but kept in mind what comments to say, so as not upset him. All three of them were hiding something, but none knew what.

"Oh nothing, come on, let's get to class before Snape deducts points for being late."

The trio joined the rest of the class in the nick of time, before Snape stood up and began talking.

"Oh, how nice of you boys to join the class," greeted Professor Snape, in his usual sly and creepy tone. The three weren't late, just the last to be in the class. Draco and Harry sat together, leaving Blaise to sit with Theodore Nott. "Today, class, you still start to research and make a very long and complicated potion called 'Shivafit.' You and your partner will need to research its properties and characteristics. Then you will gather the ingredients using two Potions periods and spend the rest of Potions lessons until Christmas to make the potion." The Shivafit was a complicated potion, and it required time to be made successful; its powers were to create an ice storm, heavy precipitation or sleet :D

This Potions class was all theory; the students had to copy down notes. It was a boring lesson, well not too boring for Harry and Draco.

The Slytherin found the process of writing down notes tedious, so instead he decided to have fun. He glanced at Harry, to his left, who was hastily copying down the notes as quick as the Professor wrote them on the board. Draco inched towards the unsuspecting Gryffindor and slid a hand onto Harry's right thigh.

Harry shot up from surprise, his eyes bolted from the piece of parchment to Draco, and the wandering hand stopped immediately.

"Huh?" gasped Harry.

"What was is it now, Mister Potter?" Snape turned around from writing notes on the board.

"N-n-othing, Sir."

"Then I suggest you get back to work!"

Draco giggled slightly when he received an angry look from Harry. Instead he just shrugged and applied more force into messaging the thigh, his hand sliding up to the groin and squeezing the bulge.

/What the fuck does he think he's doing? In class/

It didn't matter whatever mischief the boys got up to in Potions, they were right at the back and everyone else was quietly doing his or her assigned work. Harry slapped his right hand on Draco's, creating a noise. Some students turned around and started to murmur.

"Stop it this instant, whoever is making those noises, or I will make sure you get detention for a month!" Snape warned, eyeing the class evilly. He resumed writing.

Again, Draco slid his hand onto Harry groin and rubbed it, causing Harry to moan. He undid the zipper, slowly and quietly, trying not to attract attention. Then he ran a finger on the under shaft. Harry's eyes widened and he squeezed his hands into fists; he tried to wiggle his way away from the blond but had no luck.

Draco began pumping the cock amazingly silently and undetected; he began moving faster and faster, harder and harder. However if he went too fast, the noise would be detectable. The skin was smooth and the cock was firm and hard. Harry's breathing quickened the more Draco pumped his cock.

Eventually class ended much to Harry's relief. The students started packing up their equipment; Snape dismissed the students, who exited the class talking about their new Potions project. Harry just wanted to get out of class and kill Draco trying to jerk him off in class.

Harry did up his pants and packed up his equipment, walking out last right behind Draco. It was eerie that no one else filled the passageway.

"How could you BLOODY try to jerk me off during class! Are you crazy!" yelled Harry.

Draco leaned into Harry, kissing him. "I just wanted to have some fun." Harry kissed him back, his hands roaming on Draco's back.

"Fuck you," shouted Harry but then changed his tone to a softer and pleasant one, "just wait for tonight, big surprise."

"Surprise?" Draco laughed. "I'll hope it lasts for a while, and not ten minutes. Anyway, too 'excited', don't feel like going to classes today."

"All right then, see you tonight," said Harry.

"Yeah, tonight, we'll have lots of fun." Draco winked at Harry before strolling off to his dormitory not far away.

Draco walked into his dorm, the coldness taking over the room, causing him to feel tired and sleepy. He changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, all green of course; it was his favourite colour, then he jumped into bed and pulled the blanket on top of him, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would come to him fast.

/The surprise, hey? Maybe some kind of sex we haven't tried out… whipping, and hand cuffing, and maybe some whipped cream, but why at midnight/

Draco dismissed the question and dozed off. He woke up at dusk, having missed all his classes for the day. Draco looked at his watch; dinner was to be served in a few minutes. There was no one else in the dorm, he felt lonely, and so he got dressed again before going up to the Great Hall.

The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall replicated the atmosphere outside. It was dark and cold; huge black clouds filled the sky and pretty soon it was going to storm. The students were talking cheerfully; Harry was to be found sitting with Ron and Hermione, talking and eating happily like they used to before the two started dating.

Draco sat beside Pansy and began to have dinner.

"Draco, where were you all day? I was worried that something had happened."

Draco smiled at the genuine feelings from Pansy. "I've been sleeping, dunno, sort of excited. But nothing to worry about."

"Well, eat up," said Pansy grabbing a drumstick and putting it on his plate. It was getting colder outside; the howls of the wind were evident over the noises the students made. Draco stared at Harry until finally the boy looked back, smiling. It was satisfying. The Slytherin ate up and quickly went back to the dorm, getting ready to meet Harry at midnight.

Meanwhile…

The Gryffindor table was full of laughter and happiness. Harry sat between Ron and Hermione who joked and talked to him. They wanted to make up for the time lost together, also wanting to re-strengthen their friendship.

"…and then the girl just ran away," joked Ron who cracked up laughing with Harry and Hermione.

"Hahaha, that was funny." The laughter died down and Harry drank his pumpkin juice, occasionally glancing over the Slytherin table. He saw that Draco was looking at him, so he smiled back.

"So, what have you been up to when we weren't around, Harry?"

"Oh, nothing much, just doing work and Quidditch," replied Harry, noticing Draco had left the table early and presumably was heading to his dormitory.

Harry just ate and continued to talk to other people; he could hardly control his excitement for tonight.

After dinner, he went to his room and grabbed books, parchment, ink and a quill, and started to finish his homework and essays in the common room.

Ginny, Dean, Thomas and Neville sat together in a group playing exploding snap. They seemed happy and cheerful tonight.

"Harry, you up for a game of wizard's chess?" Ron suggested to Harry.

There wasn't must much homework left to do, and he could play to past the time. "Sure, why not? I haven't played for ages." Harry smiled and sat at the table opposite Ron.

"All right Harry, white goes first." And the game began. The two played for a while, laughing at each other's empty threats and taunting each other, daring them to move to a position, but it was all good.

It was past curfew, so Harry postponed the match till next time.

"Better get to bed, I'll play next time. Thanks for spending time with me. I really appreciate it. It's great to be back like friends."

Harry felt happy that he finally spent some time with Ron, but he had other matters to attend to. He got up from the seat and walked to the dorm, changing into warm pyjamas. He slipped into bed for the time being, just wanting time to hurry up and reach midnight.

Harry's alarm clock read eleven forty-five, fifteen minutes more until the meeting. He crept out of bed, changing into a thin white cotton shirt that hung to his torso showing some muscle of his pectorals and a pair of black pants to contrast the shirt. He put on his invisibility cloak and moved out of his dorm and common room.

Harry whispered to the Fat Lady guarding the entrance, "Sleet."

"Mister Potter, you know very well not to sneak around at night, but very well. But I do hope you aren't going outside; it's raining and the weather is cold." The Fat Lady swung aside to allow Harry to exit.

"Lumos."

The spell illuminated the Gryffindor's wand. Harry rushed down the shifting staircases and passageways before finally entering the Great Hall. He turned the Lumos spell off and tucked the wand into his back pocket of his pants. He crept around the hall and saw someone standing, staring through the great doors at the heavy rain pouring down.

After leaving his invisibility cloak on the Gryffindor table, Harry sneaked behind Draco, tiptoeing so as to not make his presence known.

"Boo!" Harry placed his hands on Draco's shoulders, startling the Slytherin boy.

"Bloody Merlin!" Draco turned to stared at Harry. "Don't scare me like that again! Now, what was it that you wanted to see me about?"

"Something special," Harry whispered as he wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him. The other boy returned the kiss with as much passion, their bodies rubbing against the thin clothing both the boys wore.

"Hmm, how do I say this so it doesn't sound too mushy? It's just that ever since that incident in Potion's class I've become captivated by you." Harry held both of Draco's hands now and continued, "And we started to get to know each other and all. And I've been thinking about you a lot." Draco had a feeling to where this conversation was leading to and he didn't like it one bit. "And you started acting kind to me and all." Harry leaned forward to Draco's ear and whispered, "I love you."

"No! You cannot fall in love with me. I hate you, Potter; I can't believe you fell in love with me! We have a lot of differences, and I don't like you. Can't you see that you were there because of the great sex we had together?" Harry stood back from the hostility in Draco's voice, the boy who now shook his hands away from him. "I said I don't want LOVE to be involved in this!" Draco tried to ignore Harry's state.

The Gryffindor was stunned. "But I know you love me back. You were all kind to me, we had fun together, and we're great together. I don't get it why you are so stubborn about admitting it, Draco." Harry was desperately trying to convince Draco that they both loved each other, that they had great times together and it wasn't just about the sex, and finally the kiss Draco gave Harry after their first sexual encounter.

Enough was enough for Draco. "I don't want this! I will say it one more time, I HATE YOU! The day I'm nice with you is the day I'm six feet under!" Draco's face was filled with anger; his eyebrows were pulled together as he frowned deeply, and his breathing became intense.

Harry's heart was crushed, he wanted to cry but didn't, his arms laid limp by his sides, his eyes looking down. It was final for him, what Draco had said totally crushed his feelings for him and a feeling of heaviness came upon him.

The two stayed there momentarily, neither of them speaking though tension was thick in the air. Suddenly Harry walked away; he walked out of the dark Great Hall and into the rain and stood there.

Harry didn't care about the rain, didn't care that he could catch pneumonia; he just wanted to be away from Draco for now. He began running to where it all basically started, the spot at the lake where the two first met.

When Harry ran out into the rain, Draco shouted back, "Come back in, Harry! It's dangerous and cold out there, you idiot! Please!" but the Gryffindor continued running somewhere. Draco didn't know where Harry was running to, but followed him, tearing off into the rain.

The rain poured down in buckets, instantly drenching both the boys' clothes. It was dark and windy the only light came from the occasional lightning, the whole atmosphere was chaotic.

Harry stopped at the lake's shore, staring out into the distance, holding back his tears and emotions. He didn't want to cry over a stupid relationship that never was, or so that's what Draco had believed.

Draco caught up with Harry, and stood a fair distance behind him, huffing and puffing and trying to regain his breath. The boys' hair, body and clothes were drenched in rain, their hair stuck to their heads, their clothes hung heavily and clung to their bodies; not an inch of clothing was dry.

Draco advanced forward, now standing inches behind Harry. He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back. "Harry, come on! Come back, it's not safe out here!" Draco yelled, trying to make his voice audible over the torrential rain. He pulled the boy to his comforting body, but Harry wouldn't allow it.

"Don't touch ME!" Harry yelled. Draco stepped back, apparently afraid of the resentment in the tone Harry had just used. It seemed like Mother Nature was against those two, and sent down more rain and gusts of wind.

Harry shivered in his thin clothing. "Just go. Please. Leave me alone," he said tiredly.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I am not going back there unless you do," Draco yelled, his voice now barely audible.

If neither boy moved and very soon they were going to be sick, real sick. Draco whispered something but Harry couldn't hear it. "I'm sorry, Harry."

So instead the two stubborn boys stood in the rain, the emerald-eyed boy eventually sitting down like he used to at the spot, refusing to leave, and the grey-eyed boy refusing to leave Harry alone in the rain.

Hours passed and the rain continued to pour down. Harry played the incident over and over again in his head, thinking about it.

/I pour my heart out to him and he says he hates me. But it wasn't me who started this relationship, it was Draco. He was going to kiss me that day, but failed to in the end. I enjoyed being around him. We laughed together, played around, and even worked together. How can he say he doesn't love me when he acts all kind and gentle towards ME? I know it wasn't just sex, it was love./

Draco also thought about his relationship and how it turned out.

I tried to be mean but I couldn't towards someone I care about, someone I enjoyed being around, someone I laughed with, I rarely laugh at all anyway, and finally someone I loved. A fine line between love and lust, well, I seem to be on the love side.

How can I say to him 'I Love You'? It would sound so hypocritical of me! Just come back inside, I don't want you getting sick.

We have differences, damn it.

Dawn was approaching and the torrential downpour became a light drizzle over the land. The sun emerged from among the hills and filled the land with sunshine. The rain finally stopped now. Water droplets glistened and the atmosphere was quieter.

Harry stood up from his spot. His lips had turned a dangerous blue and his skin was as pale as the palest shade of white. Draco also had blue lips and paler skin if it could look any paler. The Gryffindor shivered wildly as he began to walk back to the castle. He walked straight past "Malfoy" as if he wasn't even there at all. The Slytherin followed, not shaking as bad as Harry.

They were within view of the castle, only a short distance to go.

But all of a sudden Harry collapsed, falling to on the grass, shivering uncontrollably. Draco immediately ran to Harry, clutching the boy in his arms.

"Harry! Harry!" he began shouting and shaking the Gryffindor. "Are you all right? What's wrong? Harry, please answer me!"

Harry was too angered to talk back causing Draco to panic. "HELP! Anyone!"

The blond started to carry Harry back to the castle as far as he could until Professor Reichen ran and came into view.

"Oh Merlin! What happened, Mister Malfoy?" asked Professor Reichen, kneeling down beside Harry, feeling the boy's head. "He's freezing cold. Pneumonia… grab my hand, Draco." The Professor clutched Harry with one arm and offered his hand to Draco. Draco complied, following the instructions and with a pop the three of them port keyed to the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey immediately put the two boys in bed when Professor Reichen appeared with them in the infirmary.

"This is an emergency. I saw these two just this morning on my jog. I think they've got pneumonia," Reichen informed the nurse.

"Thank you for sending them here. I will take care of these two for now. It would be best of you to get back to breakfast and ready for class."

Madame Pomfrey rushed to Harry's bed and felt his head. It was extremely chilled, much colder than the temperature of a normal wizard. She conjured hot water bottles and more blankets for both boys. Finally an internal warming charm was cast on both boys, trying to bring their temperature back to normal.

Both boys were asleep now with Madam Pomfrey walking backwards and forwards to check on them. She nursed them everyday for three days. Each day she woke up the boys and gave them warm soup. Again, an internal healing charm would be cast to ensure a stable temperature and finally lots of warmth, more insulated blankets and warm water bottles.

And eventually Harry and Draco recovered to what was stable.

"You boys have made an amazing recovery, but you'll have to stay here for a few days or so to make sure you're fully recovered. I daresay however, it is unusual how you two got in that state in the first place anyway." Madame Pomfrey smiled, handing Harry and Draco a chocolate frog each. Draco took his; the blond thought about that incident involving the chocolates and smiled.

"No thanks. I don't like chocolate," said Harry, as if to remind Draco about their chocolate frog incident.

"Very well, Mr. Potter. Here Mister Malfoy, you can have his chocolate frog if you like." The Slytherin took it and ate it, internally happy not because of getting extra chocolates but realising something.

Author's Note: So tired and bored of this fanfic… please review to motivate me. Please REVIEW! pretty please?

Chapter 6 review replies – Thank you for everyone who has reviewed. Please don't feel unimportant that I didn't answer your reviews. I assure you that I read every one of them and they all make me happy.

moonlit-shadow0x – Yes! We are most alike; I too am looking forward towards the angst and jealousy. And for the humour part, I didn't know I wrote something funny… though I am funny in reality. Thanks for a lovely review :D.

Sunshine Pie – Harry on top? It doesn't appeal to me, I always think the taller one is the one that gives hugs, cuddles and is the one on top. I have no intention of letting Harry top… not yet anyway.
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