Beating Fate

A/N: Sorry, been on hiatus for quite a while. I’m also really sick (I got dragged to the hospital) and working on several projects at the moment. But I’m trying. I’ll be updating more around June and July. Yes, I also finally got my computer fixed, which means, Microsoft Word! I don’t know how I’ve been living without it, but let’s just say that life is so much easier now. This is my fun side coming out now. You’ll find that I have a penchant for angst. Sniff, read Just This by Blue! ‘K, I’ll stop ranting and let you read. By the way, is it Finch-Fletchly?


Back off, Finch-Fletchly!


Two fat chipmunks sat in the corner at the top of the Astronomy Tower, munching on trail mix and chattering furiously away at each other in chipmunk gibberish. Unbeknownst to the two boys in the Tower, the little cretins were really the hulking Crabbe and Goyle, and they were listening on the conversation. Draco looked up at Harry when he was done telling the romantic story of Harry’s runaway parents.
“So what you’re telling me is that my parents ran away because their families opposed their marriage and they left me behind because children under 8 aren’t allowed in the establishment. And Voldemort is really my great-uncle, and he secretly supports the marriage. In order to make my parents come back, you and I must make great marriages that cancel the bad choice that my parents make.”
Draco grinned widely and nodded his head so fast and eagerly Harry wondered why he couldn’t hear the loose marbles rolling around in there. That and he was scared that the platinum blond head would fall right off the slender neck, there was just no telling with how fast the head was bobbing. Speaking of bobbing … Harry glared down at the problem quickly forming in his pants.
‘ Back down … bad boy … nooo, don’t even go there, not thinking of that pretty pink HOT mouth … it’s wrong! He’s my second cousin! Nooooo! Think Dumbledore and Filch … ewwww, I can’t believe I just thought that, well, seems to have solved my problem.’
“So what do you think?”
Harry was startled when Draco spoke again, he’d been too preoccupied with that pretty head bobbing and … Oh God.
“Er … I think that you’re a pretty screwed up kid.”
The chipmunks on the roof nodded their agreement with Harry. Draco’s face fell, silver pools gathered in those big eyes of his and his full lips started quivering.
‘Aw dammit , you’re making him cry … but he’s so pretty like that, is it wrong?’
“Yeah, screwed up but still cute.”
And that was it, the tears and quivering were gone and Harry found himself with a lapful of Draco. Just as soon as Draco’s energy had come, it went away. He yawned and leaned his head against Harry’s broad, warm, strong chest. And fell asleep. Harry groaned as he realized he was going to have to carry that luscious, lithe, little body back to Slytherin dorms. He got up with Draco in his arms. It should be against the laws of nature that Draco be this light, but he was glad because it was a loooong walk to the dungeons. On the roof the two chipmunks high-fived each other, much like that Geico commercial with the squirrels. And as Harry walked away from the Tower, Goyle and Crabbe sliding down rain pipes to get to the dungeons, no one noticed the sandy haired Hufflepuff come out of the shadows. Licking his lips ravenously, head full of ideas he wanted to apply to the little Slytherin, he whispered into the night, “Draco Malfoy, I will make you mine.”

For the next few days Harry, Ron and Hermione fought. Or rather Ron and Hermione were on the same side and that side was against Harry for once. He couldn’t believe that they had tricked him. But he made up with them quickly enough because there were far greater issues on alltheitheir minds. Such as the day after the ball, Justin Finch-Fletchly had asked Draco out. And the little fool had gone and said yes. Ron and Hermione groaned because Lucius was going to torture them when he found out that Draco was going out with Justin, not Harry. And that was nothing compared to what Tom was like when it came to his little boy. Especially because Draco was in fact just that, his ‘little boy’. His little ‘ sugar lumpling, muffin, pumpkin pie , honey bunny, princess (wtf?!!) , baby dragon, Drakie-wakie’. And if Tom had it his way, Draco would stay like that forever and never be deemed old enough to date. Let alone date a boy other than Harry. Both winced at the memory of a tall and towering man spluttering in rage after the two five year olds had gone swimming in the lake with Draco, who at that time was still four and didn’t quite understand that one didn’t not wear Auntie’s Cissa’s best dress, shoes, jewelry and still jump into the lake. Let’s just put it this way, Lucius Malfoy was one scary man. But Tom Riddle was a hell of a lot scarier when anything endangered Draco. On top of that add the ‘talk’ they would be having with their parents after they found out. Ron was even more scared of his mum than he was scared of Tom.
Harry groaned because Draco was supposed to be ‘his’. Justin Finch-Fletchly had no right to those sweet lips, those big silvery eyes, that small nose that upturned just a little, the long silvery hair that framed that too beautiful face. And that body, Harry couldn’t get pictures of Draco submitting willingly to him out of his head. Ever since he had carried Draco back to his room, he’d had that sweet, gorgeous body in his mind. He’d slipped Draco’s robes off him so that he’d be more comfortable, just to find that Draco hadn’t quite gotten over that nudity phase he’d had when he was 9. Swallowing harshly, Harry threw an arm over his eyes as visions of pale, creamy delicious skin came to mind. Oh, Draco was a natural blonde alright. The small body had no hair on the smooth chest just two pink little nipples, and none under the armpits, his arms and legs were silky smooth, but there was that fine dusting of silvery blond hair around the prettiest,k cok cock that Harry had ever seen. It was perfect, not too wide, not too long, just the average man’s length, nothing compared to Harry’s impressive sight, but his mouth had watered at the sight of it. Draco’s body had been created for love making. And that arse, oh god, what wasn’t to love about it? Two pale, firm round globes, just perfect for grabbing, and what lay in between was so enticing. Harry had tried not to, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking a little peek. After all, the boy was a prefect and he had his own room. No one was around to see. Harry almost took Draco right then, the sight of the tight, pink, puckered, virgin entrance was too much. He’d stroked over it and the rosette had quivered with need, for HIM. But after looking at Draco’s sweet, slumbering face, waves of guilt had washed over him and he’d quickly high-tailed it out of there. But how he’d regretted the next day, because that sneaky bastard had stolen ‘his’ Draco. And that was how Harry Potter came to his decision, lying on his bed in Godric Gryffindor’s rooms. “I’m going to make Draco mine. Forever.” Unfortunately for him, he’d said that out loud while Ron and Hermione were still in the room. He blushed when he heard two grunts in reply.
However, Ron and Hermione were too absorbed in thoughts of how scary Tom could be. They’d just remembered that contrary to what Draco had been told and what he’d told Harry, Lucius Malfoy had not used a fertility potion to conceive Draco. Rather, childbearing was a rather unique trait that the Malfoy males seemed to have. And just say that Justin happened to consummate the relationship, which he was failing miserably at, they hadn’t even kissed on the lips yet, there was a great chance that Draco would get pregnant. Ok, it was 99% chance, which meant under no circumstances could Draco be allowed to consummate a relationship, unless of course it was with Harry. There was no doubt that Draco would end up being the bottom. It was also *ahem, another unique Malfoy male trait, only those interested in the same sex of course. Besides, it was so obvious, what with the porcelain dolls Draco had as a child and I mean ‘princess’, come on. But just say that Draco happened to get preggers with the Hufflepuff’s brat, then there would absolutely be no way to get out alive after their confrontation with Tom Riddle. And that’s how Blaise Zabini found the occupants of the room. Harry, highly aroused and angry, Ron and Hermione, quivering and cowering in a dusty corner of the room. Being the empath that he was, he made no misunderstanding of the situation. Rather he pushed Harry out of the room, told him to get his piece of ass, and then crawled to cower with Ron and Hermione in the corner.
Harry did just that and went to find Draco. Which was not hard considering that it was snowing outside and Draco apparently loved snow. What really angered him was that with Draco was … “Finch-Fletchly”, he snarled. The other boy jumped and then slumped in relief when he saw that it was Harry.
“Hey Harry.”
Draco looked up and his face noticeably brightened.
“Hi Harry.”
He looked down again, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Harry merely nodded at Justin and turned his attention back to Draco, who was reapplying himself to making a snow queen with dedication.
“Er, Draco, I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner for that Slytherin-Gryffindor project he assigned us.”
Draco’s entire face flushed a delicate pink and he meekly replied with a ‘yes’. Harry beamed with joy.
“So we’ll start Saturday, after we go to Hogsmeade together. Is that okay with you?”
Draco bit his bottom lip nervously and nodded yes after glancing at Justin. Harry felt a rough hand on his arm, pulling him away from Draco. He turned to look into the eyes of the furious Hufflepuff.
“I know what you’re up to.” Said Hufflepuff started poking him in the chest.
“And what’re you going to do about it?”
“You’re not getting him.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“And just how do you plan on getting him when he’s my boyfriend.”
Harry was becoming increasingly annoyed with the jabs between his ribs so he pushed Justin. Hard.
“Back off Finch-Fletchly, before you lose like you just did. And besides, I thought you were scared of snakes.”
And still Draco played happily in the snow, oblivious that two boys were fighting over him.

A/N: oooh, we *so* wonder who Draco will choose (Yeah Harry!)