Unfavourable Fate
Chapter Eight
Author: Sleet Fizz :D
Beta: tazzy15, my new editor who has done an amazing job with this chapter.
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, even though you're probably not over 18, you can read it at your own pleasure.
Chapter 9 - The Big Blunder Title was inspired by my own blunder
Draco sat at the back in Transfiguration class. It was strange that Blaise was skipping. He expected his friend to be laughing gracefully with his new fuck, Harry, and acting all smug and happy. Blaise had a better life than he did, and it made him jealous.
Professor McGonagall was teaching the class how to apparate, which was only allowed after you graduated school and attained your license. But Draco couldn't give a shit right now. What mattered to him was finding a way to get Harry back.
Draco stared at the large textbook and the notes on apparition. Finally class was dismissed. Every student packed their books and wandered to the door. Draco swept his own parchment and inkbottle into his bag and walked out of the class.
Quidditch practice for the Gryffindors was on Wednesday afternoons. Draco had been following Harry since Transfiguration class. And now the Gryffindor quidditch team was in their locker room, running over training techniques.
'Alright Gryffindors! Even though the weather looks bad, we need to practice for the upcoming match against Slytherin. We need to work as a team to win the cup. Today, we'll be doing speed training, and agility and technique development,' instructed Harry standing near the exit. He grabbed his broom and walked out to the pitch.
It was raining like crazy. It wasn't as bad as the night when the incident occurred but nevertheless, the similar weather reminded Harry of it. The wind had picked up and the players were soaked the minute they stepped on the pitch.
'Harry, do you seriously think we should be training in this weather?' asked Ron whose face was creased with concern about the darkening clouds.
'Look everyone, our match is in a week and we need all the training we can get, especially me since I missed out on a few. This is out last practice session and we need to finalize everything before the match.' There were pained moans from the players.
Draco stood leaning against a sheltering corner of the change rooms, clutching his broom and watching Harry's every move. Harry mounted his broom gracefully and the rest of the team followed, with considerable less grace. They all flew in a straight line and leaned over their brooms, waiting for the whistle. Ron blew and the whistle sounded as they zoomed forward into the rain. Harry was ahead of everyone, of course, flying with ease to the end of the pitch.
He won that race. The team raced over and over again, refining their speed.
'Ok everyone; time to practice our skills and technique. Chasers will practice catching, beaters hitting and keepers defending the posts.' He blew his whistle. 'Everyone get to it!' Harry flew down and landed on the ground. He walked to a suitcase and opened it, releasing the quidditch balls from their confinements. The team worked on their technique, each part of the team doing their specific exercise. After a while Ron told Harry they had to stop because the weather was getting dangerous.
'He's right Harry; I'm freezing to death. It's not good to be out here!' Sean yelled into the wind.
'Fine, alright, everyone pack up and go inside. I'm staying outside a while longer to catch up on the training I've missed.' The team smiled with relief and flew back to the ground. They packed all the equipment in the case but the snitch that Harry was using. They headed in to the communal showers to have a nice, hot, long shower.
Meanwhile…
Harry raced around the pitch, flying through rain and low clouds. He couldn't see very well because it was getting dark and his glasses were fogged up and rain streaked. Finally he heard the familiar buzzing sound above him. Harry looked up to see the snitch hovering far above, taunting him through the gloom. He triumphantly tilted his broom and began to fly vertically, fighting gravity, when lightning struck, hitting one of the wooden goalposts and scaring the shit out of him. His hands slipped on his broom and he began a steep and deadly plunge to the ground. Nothing and nobody could help him. Even if he did live, he thought desperately, no one was out here to even see him fall! No one except…
Draco stood frozen, terrified of what he was seeing. His "boyfriend" had almost been struck by lightning and now he was plummeting to the ground, and an almost certain death. He quickly grabbed his broom and ran onto the field. He mounted his broom and shot off in Harry's direction. He flew like a bullet, trying to reach Harry in time. He darted directly under Harry, and flew straight up stretching his arms to catch the falling body.
Harry hurtled ever downwards when suddenly he felt two arms snugly around him. They kept going for a heart-wrenching second, but at last their descent slowed and the broom evened out.
'Harry, are you alright?'
'It's you. What are you doing here! Why couldn't you just let me die? I would rather die than be with you,' said Harry, straightening himself and sat on the broom properly in front of Draco. He was resisting moving closer to Draco because he was cold and tired.
'You don't mean that,' laughed Draco, 'I think you want to be with me right now, don't you think?'
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pressed their bodies together.
'No, I don't think so, and right now, you better put me down on the ground,' demanded Harry.
'No can do Harry. I want to be with you forever,' and Draco held Harry tighter and kissed him on the cheek. The broom started flying in circles by itself.
'If you don't put me down right now, I'll jump.'
'You wouldn't dare.'
'Want to try me?' Harry turned around and gave Draco a glare.
'Fine, just don't hurt yourself.' Draco lowered the broom and they both got off it.
Draco stood there clutching Harry's arms so he couldn't get off.
'Don't I get a thank you kiss?'
'Yeah, the day I die,' Harry said still glowering at Draco.
'Too bad. I want one, and a Malfoy always gets what he wants.' Draco slowly advanced towards Harry. He moved his head in front of the frozen boy and closed his eyes, leaning into Harry. Their lips touched. Draco used his tongue on Harry's mouth, licking it with interest and urging it to open. He wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor, not worrying the least about the drenching rain that pelted them.
Harry let Draco have what he wanted, then tried to struggle away, but his body betrayed him; he wanted more. The sensation was too much for Harry to resist, and after futile and half-hearted attempts to struggle away he wrapped his arms around Draco firmly and opened his lips, inviting Draco in. Their tongues touched and massaged, creating wonderful, sensual sensations for both, who mashed their lips together with heightened passion.
BOOM!
Thunder struck from the skies above, creating a loud cracking sound that snapped Harry out of his lustful daze.
After turning his head to look at the burnt patch of grass he let out a sigh. 'I'd better go; this is a bad idea.'
'Harry, you can't keep running away! Sooner or later you'll be back with me.'
'It's over Malfoy. I don't want to be with you anymore!' Harry turned away from Draco, walking away from the quidditch pitch with rainwater dripping down his soaked body.
Harry lay on his four-poster bed that night, weighing the pros and cons between Draco and Blaise. But Draco came out on top no matter what. He looked out his window at the night sky. Letting out a long sigh, he went to bed, ready for classes the next day, and maybe something special with Blaise.
'Draco, I'm glad you could join me for breakfast,' greeted Blaise. He ushered Draco to the seat beside him and started eating his breakfast.
'Breakfast. And where the hell were you last Transfiguration class? I thought you attended all classes.' Draco sat down next to him and sipped his orange juice.
'Somewhere, but I can't tell you.'
'And why's that?' Draco asked.
'That's none of your business. I was occupied. Well come on, eat up.' Obviously there was no use in trying to get him to answer.
'I'm not hungry, and I don't feel like chewing.'
The two sat there for a while. The Slytherin table was ranting on about some issue. Every Slytherin whispered to the next, yet the three other houses seemed oblivious to this.
'What is everyone talking about?' asked Draco.
'You don't know?' Blaise looked stunned, 'Where have you been the past few weeks?'
'Just tell me!' Draco demanded with angry voice. He needed to know what it was, now.
Just as Blaise was about to speak owls started flowing in the Great Hall to deliver their weekly parchments, letters, and parcels. Draco was silently hoping Harry had written him a letter, even if it was hate mail. He glanced up to see a huge owl that resembled an eagle. It flew across Draco, dropping a green envelope and flew out of the Great Hall.
'You got a letter? Well better open it,' said Blaise. Draco looked at the envelope. It was green alright, the colour of Slytherin. He flipped it to the other side and ripped off the top. He slid his fingers in and pulled out a faded green letter. He began to read it, making sure no one else was looking, but a few students escaped his notice.
Dear Draco,
Since your father's arrest, our Lord is not happy. Our death eater numbers are declining and we need more. As your mother and follower of the Dark Lord, I must impress upon you your responsibility to take the dark mark.
You are the Prince of Slytherin, it is your duty to receive the mark and rid the world of mud bloods. Voldemort wishes the ceremony to be held on your next trip to Hogsmeade. Please meet us in the woods, and be discrete.
You will reign supreme in supporting our Lord. Do it for your father.
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco Malfoy could not believe it. The dark mark was due so soon. No wonder all the Slytherins were talking. Now he knew. Draco looked to his left at his friend. Blaise certainly wasn't associated with Death Eaters and Voldemort but he knew well enough what the Dark Lord was capable of.
'So you now know I presume.'
'When's our next visit to Hogsmeade, Blaise?' Draco asked.
'Um, not for a few days. Does that mean you're getting the Dark Mark then?'
'Yeah, fuck.' Draco didn't sound too worried. He knew this was coming, he just didn't think it would happen so soon. And of all times, now. He started thinking about ways to postpone the inevitable. Right now getting Harry back was more important.
'Well we can discuss it later, but right now we need to get to Charms class.'
Draco let out a sigh. The students whose parents were death eaters gave him a nod in support.
'Fine, let's go.'
The two got up from the table and headed through the enchanted passageways to Charms class. They entered the room with a few students already there. Draco took his respective seat at the back, while Blaise sat somewhere in the middle. They for 10 minutes until all the students and the Professor entered.
'Good morning class,' greeted the short Professor Flitwick. They were being taught a new charm this class. The lesson was uneventful; students practiced the charm, and when the bell rang they made their way to either a free period or their next class.
'I have to go,' said Blaise. He got up, grabbing his bag.
'Have to go? You need to inform me about Tom Riddle and besides, you don't have class right now.' Draco started to pack his stuff up.
Blaise walked backwards away from his friend, ' I know, but I really need to be somewhere.' He turned and waved over his shoulder, 'Bye bye.'
Draco put his textbook in his bag and saw that Blaise had left his textbook on the table. Blaise had to be in a rush to forget his textbook.
'Ah, Blaise, you left your book here!' Draco shouted, peering past the door, but the boy wasn't there. He instead grabbed the book and ran off to catch up with Blaise. He saw a figure that looked similar to Blaise, so he followed it.
Draco walked slowly, following the figure. Maybe he could surprise Blaise and find out where he was going. They were now deep in the castle and no one was around. The figure turned right and ran a few paces before entering a room and closing the door.
Draco also turned right and saw a dark passageway. He slowly walked forward and came to a door. He twisted the knob and peeked through the empty space. No one was there; it must have been the wrong room. Draco tiptoed out and gently closed the door. As he closed it he heard some voices and a muffled moan. Was Blaise with someone?
Draco walked forward until he saw a wooden door. He tried it, but it was locked. The Slytherin got out his wand and whispered the unlocking charm. Got to love Charms. The door unlocked silently. Draco swiftly twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door. He could not believe his eyes. In front of him were Harry and Blaise. They were both shirtless and kissing. Blaise's arms were wrapped around Harry and he was lowering Harry to the table, when Draco burst through the door.
Blaise looked up at the intruder.
'Fucking Merlin, Draco…' was all Blaise said. Harry got up from the table and stood facing Draco.
Draco shook his head in disbelief; he couldn't understand what he was seeing. Harry just folded his arms.
'You son of a bitch. My best friend … and you go fuck my boyfriend?' Draco was calm but his voice was angry. He walked towards the two of them. He was so angry he could kill Blaise.
'Give it a break will you, we were never "boyfriends."' Harry wasn't sympathizing with Draco. 'And if you haven't noticed, you interrupted us.'
He's just doing this because he's angry at me. He still loves me, he's just angry. But Blaise knew Harry was my boyfriend!
'Harry, I poured by heart out to you and apologized for what I did that night, and I really am sorry. But you go and fuck my friend! And Blaise, I, I don't even know what to say. I trusted you! You fucking SLUT!' Draco's breathing quickened. He tried to take slow deep breaths but it was useless. He felt so betrayed and angry. Draco ran forward and tackled Blaise, causing both boys to fall down. They struggled against each other. Draco started punching Blaise, and every blow was harder than before. It was good he hadn't thought to take out his wand, or Blaise would be dead by now.
'You go and take advantage of him when he's confused. You fucking took away my boyfriend! And you used to be my friend. I hate you!' Draco spat. Blaise grabbed Draco's arms to stop the punches.
Finally Harry stepped in. Harry grabbed Draco's arms and pulled him away from Blaise.
'Get off my boyfriend, Draco!' Harry and Blaise both pushed Draco away.
'Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend? I would laugh but it hurts too much. Why are you pretending to be that slut's boyfriend? Because you want to get back at me? Ok you got back at me. I know that deep down you still love me. What I don't understand is why you choose to be with him.' said Draco. He gained back some of his control. 'Okay, fine be with him if it makes you happy. Just don't come crying to me later.'
'Draco, just go.' Harry said wearily.
'Of course Harry, anything for you. But Blaise, I swear I will kill you.' Draco stalked out of the classroom, leaving Harry and Draco.
Harry was relieved that his ex-boyfriend was gone. Harry felt guilty about Draco walking in on him fucking Blaise, Draco's best friend. Harry turned to Blaise and gave him an apologetic look.
'Blaise, look, I'm sorry. But I think Draco's right either way. I think being with you is great, but I don't think I can do it. There's a part of me that still wants Draco, but I'm still angry.'
'Fine. I won't say, I understand when I really don't, but if you like him then why don't you go back to him?'
'It's complicated. I'm pissed at him and I'll probably get over him eventually, but right now I think I still have some feelings for him. I just have to get my head straight and I can't be with anyone to do that.' Harry looked tired. He felt really sorry for doing this to Blaise but he had to.
Harry got his t-shirt from the floor and put it on, doing up the buttons. Before he left the room, he went over to Blaise and placed a kiss on his cheek, not the lips. Blaise let out a long breath. When Harry walked out, he too put on his clothing. He felt disappointed and empty, and angry with Draco for destroying his new relationship.
Draco walked off to his dorm. There was no way in hell he could concentrate on class. All that was on his mind right now was Harry. He couldn't believe Harry didn't want him back. It was … unfathomable. He stormed to his bed, grabbed his pillow and started punching it, letting out his anger.
After a while he stopped and took a deep breath to control himself. He wanted to get Harry back for hurting him, but he also wanted Harry back as his boyfriend. However, like all Slytherins, his bad side took over and he started to plot against Harry.
The day of the visit to Hogsmeade came. It was Friday so the students had a long weekend. Everyone with their parent's signature crowded around the exit of Hogwarts, ready for their trip to Hogsmeade.
Draco stood at the back, away from the crowd. Today he was dressed completely in black: a tight black t-shirt with a black hooded jumper, black trousers, and a pair of black runners with a touch of white. He folded his arms awaiting the teacher's instructions. He couldn't believe he was going through with this. He was becoming a death eater today. Draco looked around; he made brief eye contact with Harry, but Harry just looked away.
'All right students, it's time to go.' Professor Reichen led the pack of students through the snow.
It was winter and all the leaves on the trees had fallen, leaving them leafless. Draco walked alone, determined in his solitude to get the mark. Deep down, he was frightened, and desperately didn't want the Dark Mark. He had wanted to fight belong side Harry on the light side. But Harry obviously didn't want him back, so what was the use? Besides, no one could help him now.
When they finally reached Hogsmeade, the students dispersed like fish in an ocean to all the magical stores. Harry didn't want to be with anyone. He needed time by himself for now, until his anger passed. But he wondered how long he could stay angry with someone who so obviously loved him, even if it was delayed.
Harry walked to The Three Broomsticks, which was just starting to fill up with people. He saw the table where Draco and him sat for the first time together. It made him smile to think what fun they had. He sat down at the table and ordered two butterbeers. Something passed him, and he turned his head. It was too late, the black figure had gone. Harry shrugged it off and sat there for the rest of the evening, drinking, thinking, and grinning to himself. People gave him weird looks, thinking he was strange because he was smiling all alone.
Meanwhile…
Draco rushed by all the villages and happy students, finding his way to the woods. While passing the Three Broomsticks, he stole a quick glance in the window. He thought he saw Harry sitting at their table, but he dismissed it in his haste and wishful thinking. He had more important matters to attend to. He made his way quickly to the dark forest, away from the crowd of people and stores. Grey clouds filled the sky, and the cold breeze that accompanied them made Draco shiver in his black overcoat. He trotted pass the broken twigs and dead branches, advancing deeper into the forest. Little light seeped through the canopy of the forest, and the air became colder by the second. After what seem like forever, Draco stopped at what seemed to be a suitable place. He looked nervously around at his surroundings. It was dark, and only the occasional sunbeam passed through the treetops. Overall it was a very gloomy atmosphere. It wasn't long until a shadow darkened the ground in front of Draco.
'Mister Malfoy, I am glad you could make it, after all it is your initiation we are celebrating.' Draco saw in front of him not Lord Voldemort, but instead the young and handsome Tom Riddle. Surrounding him were most of the death eaters, including some of the Slytherin student's parents. Strangely enough, Snape wasn't anywhere to be seen. They all stood in a large circle, looking towards Tom.
Tom wore different clothes than the death eaters. Instead he was wearing a silk shirt, half emerald green and half black. He also wore black trousers and an ebony black robe hanging open over his muscular frame.
Draco was nervous; he stood awkwardly not knowing what to do.
'Come to me Draco Malfoy,' instructed Tom Marvolo Riddle. Draco walked slowly towards the dark lord and stood in front of him.
'Turn around and face everyone.' The Slytherin boy did what he was told. He turned around and faced the deadly death eaters.
'My faithful followers, I bring forth the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.' They smiled under their masks. 'It is with deepest pleasure that I make the Slytherin Prince a death eater.'
Tom turned Draco around to face him. He placed a hand on the boy's head and closed his eyes. The Dark Lord closed his own eyes concentrating, and a red aura surrounded him. The red aura trailed down his arms and to his hand. Draco couldn't see any of this happening, and the anticipation was almost killing him.
'Relax, my boy.' Draco took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles. The aura now trailed through Tom's hand to Draco's head and slowly began to surround the boy. Tom grabbed Draco's left hand and held his right hand over the underside of Draco's arm. The Dark Lord whispered a spell and a beam shot from his hand and hit the wrist. Draco yelled. The beam hurt like hell, but a few seconds later the pain disappeared.
Tom removed his hands. The ceremony was over and now the Slytherin Prince was finally his follower.
'It is done. I have bestowed the dark mark on the Slytherin Prince. Draco Malfoy, you are now duty bound to help me, your Dark Lord, to rid the world of mud bloods and Harry Potter.' Draco's head shot up. He was going to have to face the man he both loved and hated.
'My Lord, now that we have the Slytherin Prince, we should attack,' a death eater suggested.
'Yes. Draco's magical powers are amazingly high, possibly even surpassing Harry Potter's,' Tom said quietly. He turned to face Draco. 'I think since you have such capabilities you should come with us and kill Harry Potter.'
Draco felt both vindicated and terrified, but nothing could stop this. He couldn't object to the Dark Lord about this right after the ceremony.
'Yes my Lord, as you wish,' replied Draco in a servile manner.
'Yes, but how will we do that?' cried out a female death eater.
'I shall think of a plan.' It was silent for a few minutes as the Dark Lord schemed.
'I cannot let all of us go or else we will be detected. Since Mister Malfoy had access to Harry Potter, he shall lure him elsewhere. We shall attack two days from now. I will be waiting for you Malfoy and we shall defeat Potter together. When Dumbledore finds out his precious boy is missing he will send people to find and avenge him, but you, my death eaters, shall join the fight at that time, and we shall triumph!' Tom grinned evilly and walked inside the circle. 'We shall go now. And Mister Malfoy, I shall be waiting my prey.'
'Yes my Lord.' Tom Riddle turned around and disapparated, his followers doing the same, leaving Draco alone once again.
Draco let out a sigh of relief and sorrow. The ceremony didn't turn out too badly, but he was horrified at what he had to do in the next two days.
Harry, I'm sorry.
That was all Draco could think. He found his way out of the woods and ran back to the village. The sun was setting and the students were heading back to Hogwarts.
Draco ran, breathing hard, to the end of the pack. He slowed his pace to his usual saunter as they made their way to the Hogwarts castle. Draco was tired. He went to his dorm and sat heavily on his bed. Destiny really had it in for him, and he didn't know what to do. Whether or not Harry would still be alive in two days, he didn't know. But right now he needed sleep. He stared at his wrist and saw the foreboding dark mark. Weariness overtook the turmoil in his mind and Draco collapsed on his bed, welcoming the oblivion of dreamless sleep.
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