Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be


Summary: …I think you must all know it by memory now…LOL!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot line and some few characters that have nothing to do with JK’s Harry Potter world.

Warnings: OC, angst, fluff, language, WAFF, WIP, Lime, D/s, Mpreg, slash.
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A/N: Wow, I haven’t updated since 2006-01-18 and I started this fic in the late 2005! Probably most of you will have forgotten this story but as of today, this story WILL be going on. I’ll leave the babbles at the end. Enjoy!

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Chapter 8: A Date With Draco Malfoy Part 1


As the next day rose, Harry was immediately wakened by a very hyper Godfather. Sirius had come in his room chatting about how he needed to get ready-Hogwarts students awaited him.


The younger Angel honestly didn’t know how now, he found himself in front of a mixed Gryffindor and Slytherin class. The students were all looking at him curiously, there was who sneered, smiled or even gave a hint or two about their views on Harry.

Harry blushed of course, and looked up at Professor McGonagall that was introducing the new lesson.


Time to time, the Angel spaced out looking distantly interested in a spot on the floor. The transfiguration of ones body part was something he knew by heart.


Harry sighed feeling more tired than he let showed on his face. A particular Demon kept on coming to his mind and all he could feel was a certain numbness he couldn’t name.


It gave him such fury for the way Draco acted with him. Harry didn’t appreciate been played like a fool. However, now…He wasn’t fully sure if he had done the right thing.


Something had change between them. Perhaps it had been way too sudden, but a crack had been made nonetheless. The Angel wanted to plop carelessly on the desk his hands neatly rested on-the memories of that last night were hunting him. He fought away the guilty feelings, he sure wasn’t the one to have he’s conscience questioned.


Sitting straighter on his chair, Harry looked up to see that things were still the same. Slightly disappointed the Angel slumped back in his sit and proceeded to look at the walls.


What made him feel more frustrated was that he hadn’t heard from the Demon ever since. The blond hadn’t been there at breakfast, not when Harry had been there anyways. And…Harry realized, he hadn’t sensed Draco anywhere near him that morning.


There wasn’t a hiss in his mind…Not a weird throb of his heart or that panicky feeling that suggested Draco was around. Harry had dug such a hole of denial for himself that was too stubborn to recognize that hollowness.


Even blind.


What irked Harry just a tad bit more was that Sirius hadn’t asked anything about last night. His Godfather had been so cheery, seemly forgetting the entire Draco Malfoy dilemma as he went on chatting animatedly with his own mate. Harry sighed; Remus had looked practically beaming that morning. The DADA professor had sometimes met Harry’s wondering gaze in a smile, cheeks slightly flushed as he then was completely enthralled with Sirius again. Remus would nod just as excitedly at Sirius, placing loving caresses and strokes on the hand he was so caringly holding above the table.


Harry didn’t know why he hadn’t been able to look away. The scene was sweet and pure as true love could get but to Harry…It left him strangely bitter.


It wasn’t that Harry wanted the attention; it wasn’t that he wanted for Sirius and Remus to go all protective on him again and he didn’t…


That morning in the great hall, Harry had blushed understanding just what he exactly wanted.


“Mr. Potter?”


Harry blinked out of his thoughts and was surprised to see the form of a looming Slytherin student looking expectedly at him. The Angel blushed-noting in mind that he shouldn’t do that in class- and stood up by instinct and smiled apologetically.


The Slytherin boy smiled hesitantly himself as he raised a brow and passed a hand in his light wavy brown hair. For a moment, Harry was caught up in how it neatly fell into place.


“Mr. Potter, may I have your help please? I’m finding difficulty with this spell.” The Angel was a little taken aback by the cordial voice. All the few encounters he had with Slytherins that morning, and they weren’t many, hadn’t been exactly…Polite.


“Of course, eh…” “Justin McCray, Professor.” Harry blushed as he sidestepped his desk. “Oh no, I’m a not a Professor just call me-” “Mr. Potter?” Suggested Justine that had taken a delighted spark in his brown eyes, Harry wasn’t sure if was supposed to be there but didn’t think much of it.


What was wrong if a student was friendly? It just made Harry’s job easier.


“Right, McCray.” He said using his serious voice. Justin smiled again at Harry, the boy not been much taller than he was. “Thanks, Mr. Potter. This 7th year is surely harder then the last, quite something I should have suspected…With exams coming up and all.”


Harry spent the last half an hour of the lesson explaining to the Slytherin the facts he had obviously understood-but ‘pretended’ not too so to have the raven head all for him.


Of course, Harry been Harry completely didn’t notice.


“Thank-you so much, it is all clearer now.” The Angel grinned; candidly happy he had succeeded in helping someone else. Justin smiled back, clever brown eyes roaming in Harry’s for a bit too long before he stood up with his bag.


Harry licked his lips not sure of what just happened there bust gave a small closed mouth smile. “See you next time, McCray.” The boy turned with an arrogant smirk now, it strangely remained him of certain…


“Sure, Mr. Potter.”


*-*-*-*


“Well done Mr. Potter. You passed trough your morning excellently so.” The Angel let himself feel proud as he nodded a grinning thank you at McGonagall. She was tiredly sitting back in her chair.


“Alright there, Professor?” The witch smiled. “Yes, yes. I’m just glad its now recess.” Harry nodded thoughtfully as he tidied some papers. “Potter, leave those assignments there. I’ll look trough them later.” “Oh no worries, I’m here to give a hand so please, just let me do something.” Minerva’s lips tightened in a line that resembled a smile. Harry didn’t expect for her hard features to suddenly warm up to him then turn cold again. “Mr. Potter,” She started with that voice that suggested a nice lecture.


“I think you might do with a good remainder to why you are here.” Harry’s back was suddenly rigid. “The only purpose for your presence in my class it’s to keep on the façade for your means to be here to be strictly confidential.” If the Angel wanted to argue back, he didn’t show it. Instead, his shoulders slumped and he looked down.


“Well yes, I’m just keeping on the act.” There was a sigh from McGonagall’s part. “There is no class now, Mr. Potter.” Harry looked up a little hurt. “But I’d like to help anyhow, please?” McGonagall looked at him carefully before giving him a kind tight smile. She nodded a distinct amused chuckle escaping from her.


“Dumbledore warned me about this,” Harry bit his lip, hands placing the papers neatly on the Professor’s desk. “About?” The old witch rubbed her head. “You are too kind to remain standoffish at.


For a moment Harry looked at her, then, a blush warmed his cheeks and he smiled again. “Thanks, Professor.” “Oh please, you can call me Minerva when we don’t have class. Now Harry, go in the Great Hall and grab something to eat. We’ll have first years next, might as well have all the energies you can get.” Harry chuckled.


“May I bring you anything from there?” The witch nodded. “Tea sounds good.” Harry nodded. “I’ll be right back.” “Thanks, dear.” The Angel stopped slightly in his steps and smiled back at the witch.


*-*-*-*


It felt like ages that Harry hadn’t felt so fulfilled.


He smiled down at the mumbling first year that was clearly having trouble to be forced to transfigure the cute little kitten in a nasty spider.


“Amie, its ok.” He said gently as he took the kitten from the girl’s hand. The girls baby blue eyes looked up at him. “But Mr. Potter, the kitten looks so defenseless, how could I do that to him?” Harry was taken aback by the deep thought the small girl had expressed.


“I mean, you wouldn’t want to be turned into a spider right? I know I wouldn’t.” As the girl shivered for effect, Harry laughed softly. “Yes Amie, but the transfiguration won’t be permanent.” Pouting, the girl eyed the kitten worriedly. “But still…Spiders are so…” Green eyes light up. “You know, I have a friend that is just like you.” Amie looked up at Harry, visibly surprised and curious.


“He shares your same fear, spiders.” Amie’s eyes grew huge. “Really? Is he here in Hogwarts too?” Harry hesitated a bit before responding. “No he is not.” “Oh…” The girl looked down at the kitten that was now rubbing its head on Harry’s thumb. She giggled, “He likes you!”


The Angel smiled, placing the kitten in her lap again. “I tell you what Amie,” The girl grinned up at him as she hugged the very willing kitten to herself. “If you succeed in turning him in a spider for say, a minuet and turn him back, I’ll allow you to keep him.”


Her mouth fell open. “Really?” She asked again, voice breaking in a gasp. “You will have to be very responsible though, you’ll need to take good care of him.” The little girl nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, yes Mr. Potter!” Her smile light up her rosy face and Harry couldn’t help but ruffle the top of her head in a playful gesture.


The girl giggled shoving the hand away as she raised the now talkative kitten in the air. “Hear that?” She said to him. “We get to be together!” Harry laughed as he patted her on the back. “On to work now Amie, all your classmates are off writing notes about today’s lesson.” The girl nodded again, carefully placing the white fur ball on her desk.


“Mr. Potter?” Harry turned, still a slight smile on his face towards McGonagall. As he walked next to her in front of the class, the witch watched him closely.


“I’m pleasantly surprised with your antics with the first year, Mr. Potter. I wouldn’t have done better myself.” Harry blushed rubbing the back of his neck as he did. “I don’t know,” He shrugged. “Perhaps Gryffidnor’s are just much easier to deal with. While Slytherins…”


The witch had an amused expression on her face. “You might as well look yourself from those kinds.” Harry was confused. “Those kinds?” “Slytherins have the habit to be sneaky, witty and cruel. Not to mention, terribly manipulative.” The Angel was silent for a bit, before nodding and looking back at the class.


*-*-*-*

Finally, the last lesson of the day was approaching to an end. As energetic as a person could get, Harry couldn’t wait to crush on his bed-no wait! He couldn’t wait to tell everything to Sirius and Remus.


In a way, it felt as if he had started school again. So far, all the students had been nice to him, save for some few…’Innuendo’ invitations and such from older students. But it had taken his mind off of his worries and he had actually helped others-that making him feel terribly proud.


Perhaps even too much for an Angel.


Yes, the day was surely ending fine. It didn’t matter that his life was unpredictable and uncertain; he just wished the feeling would never end.


As a boy raised up his hand in need for help, Harry quickly leaned next to him, smiling kindly as the boy explained him his problem.


Just when this happened, there were curt knocks on the door and McGonagall spoke for the person to come in.


“That is alright, see? You just confused the shirking charm with today’s lesson. Don’t worry; I’m sure Professor Flitwick would be delighted to read this debating essay. I suggest you send this to him-it’s never bad to have a few extra credits.” He added a wink before smiling at the amazed fourth year that looked unbelievably down at his paper. “Wow, thanks Mr. Potter.” Harry nodded. “You can write today’s class assignment for homework, alright? You’ve understood the concept; just don’t go swimming in your mysterious debates again.” The boy grinned sheepishly not even caring that, that meant extra homework.


“Thanks again, sir!” With that said, the boy begun to write down on a new peace of parchment. It was then that Harry looked up to see Draco speaking quietly with Professor McGonagall.


Harry’s heart did a dangerous leap and bounced back to him with a never ending furious rhythm. All the feeling of contempt and easiness died on the spot.


The Angel looked away quickly, busing himself walking around the class to check how the others were going on. In all honestly, Harry wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing and as he realized this, he stopped beside a student very keen on her work.


The girl looked up when she noticed the un-easy looking older man watching down on her work and frowned slightly. “Something wrong, Mr. Potter?” Harry looked at her as if first seen her there and shook his head. “Oh no, fine Emily. You are doing everything fine.” Emily’s lips formed a smile, all hints of annoyance gone from her eyes as she, feeling satisfied and proud, looked around her classmates to see if anyone had heard. She suddenly sat up straighter, eyes lighting up as a figure approached them.


“Mr. Malfoy!” She chirped, her embroidered Slytherin logo now clearly showing on her chest. “Hello there, Emily.”


Harry’s hands clenched into fists as he forced himself to look up. Draco was smirking down at the girl as naturally as one could be.


“Ah, I see you all intended in your work. I knew you weren’t just exceptionally bright at potions.” Feeling pampered, the girl smiled charmingly.


“But now Emily, I shall leave you to your work and borrow Mr. Potter here for a moment.” The Angel almost made a run for it as Draco met his gaze. At the questioning eyebrow and Emily’s interested eyes, Harry nodded slowly. “Fine.” He uttered silently. The Angel lowered his gaze at Emily, “Continue your work, quietly.” He ordered.


“This way please, Mr. Potter.” Harry could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he pointed the door. With all the intention to act just as careless as the blond was been, Harry opened the door and left it open for Draco to exit the classroom. As he was closing the door, the Demon crossed his arms.


“How ever charming, Mr. Potter.” Harry scoffed, taking a step back as his hand rested on hip while the other was left free to dangle next to the side.


“Quit the flattery, Malfoy.” He warned as he steadily looked up in the silver gaze. The Angel congratulated himself for the way he was handling the situation.


“Oh, I have no problem in getting straight to business.” With that said, Draco reached for Harry’s waist but the Angel had been faster.


“Malfoy.” He warned again, taking yet another step back. Draco sighed, a promising smirk on his face as he leaned his shoulder on the wall. “Alright, alright.” He waved it away. “How was your day?”


“Pardon?”

“Has been with little kids affected your hearing, Potter?”


Harry crossed his own arms glaring at the teasing blond. “You just look like one right now.” He went on. The Angel felt so suddenly furious that a deep blush colored his cheeks as he fought to not burst in similar colorful words.


“I cannot believe you.” Harry finally said exasperated. “I’ve been braining myself all morning because of-of last night and this morning I didn’t see you at all! And then, then there was Sirius and Remus so happy and then-Now, the day’s been going just fine! I’ve been actually enjoying myself and then you suddenly decide to show and you what?!?” The Angel breathed in almost erratically. “You ask me how my day went??”


Draco didn’t respond immediately, but when he did, his voice had become slightly husky. “You missed me, didn’t you?” Harry’s mouth opened and closed before he snorted. “You are full of yourself, Malfoy.” Again, the Demon remained quite for a bit.


“You did.” He challenged. Harry was about to say he didn’t when he stopped himself. He wasn’t going to fall in one of his stupid traps. No sir.


“Think what you want to think, I don’t care.” Draco’s eyebrow arched intrigued as the pleased smirk curled in a small grin.


“Well, isn’t that what you ask to a person you haven’t seen for a whole day?” Harry wanted to slap him. “It’s different.” He said, not knowing why he was even bothering to say so. “What’s different?” The Demon asked carefully as his fingers traced lazy circles on the wall he was leaning on. Momentarily caught with them, Harry responded. “Our situation is.”


“’Our’?” The Angel looked up knowing fully well that he was blushing. “I didn’t mean it like that, Malfoy.” Draco straightened up from the wall to his full height. He studied the emerald gaze before nodding. If he had been of any playfulness seconds ago, now that mood was gone.


“Has you will it.” Came the blank response. Feeling a bit unsteady, Harry broke their eye connection. “What else did you seek me for?”


Ok so, Harry knew that, that question could have been given thousands of different meaning and answer to. But he didn’t care, he just wanted to know, needed to know just something…Anything. He looked up, expression underlining his question.


“Would you come to Hogsmeade for dinner with me?”


The Angel’s sudden boldness wavered away as his cheeks burned…With a different fire. Gapping Harry looked away to regain ground, missing Draco’s amused smile as he did so.


“What but, when?” “Tonight.” “But, you are only allowed to go to Hogsmeade during particular weekends.” Draco shook his head with a chuckle. “That applies only for students, Harry. We are not students.” Harry noticed the sudden change to first name but didn’t comment on it.


Again, the Angel crossed his arms protectively against his chest and looked away. He had called him Harry…Had he?


“I don’t know, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”


“Why not?”


“Do you even have to ask that?”


Draco’s expression hardened. “Stop answering me with more questions.” The Angel huffed, “Well, I defiantly must be getting that from you, Malfoy!”


The blond sneered and before Harry could notice, he had stepped closer and wrapped his hands possessively around Harry’s waist. The Angel went rigid instantly; hearth panicking as he felt the Demon’s warm breath next his ear.


“Just say yes…” Harry felt strong arms crush him harder on the warm chest. He felt like a fool there, not knowing what to do with his hands limply by his side.


“Malfoy…” He started to say but then, Draco stepped even closer and hid his face at the side of Harry’s neck, forcing the Angel to suddenly grip his shoulders, chin going on the Demon’s shoulder, in an attempt to not fall.


Harry’s hearth must have been dancing with joy as Draco’s breath on the Angel’s neck sent down little shivers. The smaller boy gulped, fingers curling on the shoulders as he fought, again, for the lost control.


Draco inhaled deeply, rubbing his forehead on Harry’s lower cheek and neck. “Please say yes…” He whispered again.


Harry panted, green eyes looking desperately for any possible detour.


Closing his eyes, Harry gripped at every ounce of his control and pushed Draco away. “No.” The Demon stepped back but didn’t let go of Harry. He had a shocked look on his face as one hand hurriedly went to grip behind the raven haired boy’s neck, almost shaking him in the process. “What?” Came the hiss.


“You see? You see how you become? That’s why, Draco.” Harry said quickly, still pushing away from the blond.


“All you think of doing to repair what you’ve broken is to woo me into going out with you, and you get all grabby like this-and then-then it will all end like it always ends!”


Draco’s eyes flashed as he looked at heated emerald ones. “Last night is still imprinted in my mind.” He said now much quieter. Harry looked down, breathing out as he did. “I can’t pretend like nothing happened…”


“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Harry looked up at Draco. “I wouldn’t be here now, wouldn’t I?” Before Harry could respond, there was a sudden buzz, like magic vibes, announcing the end of the lessons. The Angel made to move away but still, Draco wouldn’t let him.


“We need to talk.” “We always do.” Sighed the shorter boy. He had gone strangely pensive.


“We will. Tonight.” Green eyes rose to silver perfect orbs. “Have it your way then…Fine.” And he looked down again; the hands clutching at Draco’s shoulder were now floppy, almost defeated.


The Demon looked down at his mate, deciding he didn’t like it to see him like this. He gently caressed the back of Harry’s neck and smiled when green eyes looked up at him once more.


“Till then.” Harry blinked, hearth missing a beat at the look he was receiving from Draco. The blonde’s slender fingers caressed him again and Harry begun to feel in the strangest of ways.


“Yeah,” He was breathless; Harry had no idea what to say. And then, Draco was closer but wait, when had he moved?


Harry’s eyes made it quickly around the blonde’s face, gulping down and taking in a harsh breath as a kiss was placed on his forehead.


And just as Draco freed Harry from his embrace, the transfiguration door busted open and the Slytherin and Gryffindor 4th years started to stream out of it. Harry moved quickly out of the way and nodded at some students that saluted him.


He unconsciously rubbed at his heated face and when he looked around for Draco, he was gone.


*-*-*-*

“Only the first day and my Godson is loved by everyone. Oh, why does that even amaze me?”


“Sirius, you proud git, shut up and just kiss me…”


Harry rolled his eyes and went on grading some papers he had to ‘force out’ of McGonagall’s grip.


“Well yes…” Sirius now, sounded definitely breathless as he stumbled his was to sit on the chair at the side of Harry’s desk.


“I’m very proud of you, Harry.” The Angel smiled. “Thanks.” Then, a sudden silence filled Harry’s room. Harry noticed when the sounds of his quill scratching on the parchment became unnaturally disturbing.


“Ok, what is it now?” He comfortably leant back on his chair, dropping the quill and folding his hands on the desk. Sirius seemed as if palling slightly and looked over Harry’s shoulder to Remus.


With a chuckle, the werewolf walked next to his mate, hand gently gripping his shoulder as in return, Sirius held the hand there. “Is there something wrong?” Harry asked concerned.


“No, no Harry. It’s just Sirius here that is freaking out, aren’t you Siri?” Sirius’s face screwed in disgust as he leant back to look at his mate. “Don’t you dare call me Siri or I’ll start calling you Remy.” Remus gulped. “Fair enough.” He quickly nodded and placed a small kiss on his mate’s forehead.


They were both grinning when they looked back at Harry. “Well?” Now, Harry also couldn’t help but crack a smile. The in love couple exchanged another smile before looking at Harry again.


“Something very nice happened recently…” Remus had the decency to blush at Sirius’s words. “Very nice, in fact…” Sirius chuckled as Remus nudged him slightly. “Just say it! Or I will!” “Ok, ok!”


Now, Harry was at the edge of his sit to know. Sirius beamed at him.


“Harry, I’m pregnant.”


*-*-*-*

Of course, Harry had been more than thrilled when they had told him.


The after effects of a warm shower made his skin sing, decided Harry and as he went on the balcony the fresh air tickled him pleasantly.
The Angel smiled softly as he leant on the railing of his balcony, the cool air comforting him as the sun vanished behind the faraway mountains. Orange and blue strokes decorated the darkening sky.


Sirius and Remus were perfect together; it was more than clear that their perfect love would grow something more…


With a small sob, Harry hid his face between his crossed arms. He hated himself so much for the pangs of jealousy…He didn’t know why and he didn’t like it. It was wrong to feel jealousy for someone else’s happiness and to come as far as to feel resentment for himself…However, he breathed in finding that faint serenity as he enjoyed been the audience of such beautiful view.


He was, really, truly happy for them but still, he couldn’t stop to think that he couldn’t have that…


Or maybe not?


It was then that he remembered that he was supposed to meet with the Demon. Bolting around, Harry got a peek at what time it was and quickly made it for the jumper Hermione had made him and his usual black jacket. As he was fixing the turtle neck of the jumper with his jacket, he opened the portrait just to find the blond there.


“Oh.”


“Hello to you too, Potter.” Harry looked at him carefully; the uneasiness coming again as he attentively made it down and closed the painting.


“I…Did I make you wait long?” The blond shifted on his feet, nodding for the boy to follow him down the corridor. “Enough.” He finally responded without looking at him. The Angel blushed and looked away, a smile forming on his lips.


“Thanks…” He uttered so softly that if it wasn’t for Draco’s demoniac powers he would have missed that. “For?” “Respecting my privacy. My wards were down, you know?”

“Yes.”


Harry looked at him, that was surely an improvement.


“So…Were we going?” He asked as they now walked down some stairs. “Hogsmeade.” Was the short reply as he stepped on last step and quickly proceeded on. “Yes but where exactly in Hogsmeade?” However, his question went ignored.


Harry jumped down the last two steps as he was already far behind and hurried to catch up.


“Hey, what’s the hurry?” Draco stopped and flashed him a smirk. “Going to fast for you, Potter?” The Angel nodded, brows meeting confused as Draco started walking but this time, at a slower pace.


“Erm, Sirius gave me some money. I don’t know if they will be enough but-“


“Hold your horses.” Harry stopped. “I’m the one bringing you out to dinner, Potter.” The Demon said slowly, hand resting on his chest. “Not you. It’s my treat!”


“Ah…Oh then, ok.”


*-*-*-*


“Malfoy, this place looks expensive.”


“Why are you even whispering? You know you can talk normally.”


Harry blushed-hating himself for the thousands of times-as he looked around the fancy restaurant.


The Angel felt suddenly spoilt with all the luxury surrounding him; it was making him feel more uneasy then ever. He felt as if he had entered the wrong picture, and as he looked back at Draco that was studying the menu, he seemed to be the perfect fit for it.


Silently, Harry tried to mirror Draco’s carefree but composed posture and was startled when smirking silver eyes looked at him from above the menu.


“What are you doing?”


“Nothing!”


A blond brow arched at him as he elegantly reached for the blood red wine that sat comfortably in the perfect shiny glass goblet. With a graceful gesture, Draco sipped some and rested the goblet back on the table. Attention back at the list of foods again.


Harry eyed his own goblet which was still half way full and untouched. As far as Harry could remember, he had never drunk any wine or alcohol related drinks in his whole life.


“Misters, welcome to Candle Light, I’m Rosy and I’ll be serving you for the night. May I take your orders?” Harry looked up startled to see a beautiful lady dressed in pale cream, her curves pleasantly showing as her mass of red hair was neatly styled on top of her head.


Draco hesitated in responding as he studied the attention Harry was receiving from ‘Rosy’ and the way the Angel was blushing because of it.


“Well, yes.” He said in an imperative tone, obviously annoyed by the waitress flirtatious ways. “I will take number 25 from the main meat dish section.” Rosy nodded quickly jotting everything done. Then, with a particular charming smile she turned to Harry.


“And what will you have?”


“He will have the same as me thank-you-very-much.”


Even Harry flinched at the snapped command. However, without missing the gallantry, the waitress ticked something down again and looked down at Draco.


“And is your wine fine, sir?” The blond breathed out of his nose in an annoyed gesture and graced her with a curt nod.


“Oh, and excuse me, eh--Miss, but, I’d like some water if possible?” The waitress beamed back at Harry and nodded as she wrote it down. “Certainly, gentleman. Dinner will be served shortly. “Harry smiled hesitantly at her, nodding a small thank-you as she left.


“Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted water??” Harry quickly looked back at Draco, smile disappearing. “I…”


“That bitch was all over you and you let her!” Harry gasped looking around horrified but no body seemed to have heard. “Malfoy-”


Harry had to lean back as suddenly, Draco leant forward with a small leap on his feet.


“No! Don’t speak with her, get me? I don’t want you to be fooled by her whore-ways, understand??”


The Angel frowned at the Demon in front of him. “Hey, I’m not a minor or anything-”


“Yeah and that’s what’s worrying me!” Harry gave an outraged low cry at that.


“Bullocks! All you are worried about is someone else catching me in their pants first!”


Draco’s jaw was sent in a thin line as he, with all his patience that was about to burst, heavily sat down on his seat again. “Come here.” He ordered after a few seconds of glances.


“Whatever you can tell me, you can say it from there. And after the spit that left your mouth…You can talk to me normally, you know?” Harry glowed victoriously as he used Draco’s words back at him. This only seemed to anger the Demon more.


“Here you go, young gentleman.” Came in Rosy with a bottle of French expensive water. Harry made a show of smiling at her and the waitress winked slightly at him as she poured him some and then bowed slightly and left.


When Harry reached for the cleared full goblet of water, his hand was stopped by Draco’s. Harry met the glaring gaze with not much of a whimper.


“Drink that and you are paying for it.” He threatened. The Angel’s hand tightened on the goblet, feeling the heat and strength of Draco’s fingers around his pulse. He vaguely thought if the Demon could feel his crazy pulse there.


“Fine.” At this, Draco let go of him watching him pointedly as Harry raised the goblet to his lips and drunk some.


“Come here.” The Demon ordered again, his silver eyes flickering with the romantic light of the restaurant. Which was a completely irony, thought Harry.


Harry sighed as he placed the goblet down and scooted next to the blond, not eve sure himself why he had decided to comply.


The Demon reached for his hand and kissed it.


“I’m sorry.”


Harry was a bit more than just taken aback.


Silver eyes looked up into emeralds as Draco still held on the warm, slightly smaller hand.


“Forgive me please, for having screwed everything.” Harry didn’t know if he was more stunned by the words or the Demon’s submitting ways. It felt awkward Harry realized, it didn’t go with what he knew about Draco at all.


The feeling was pulling at his heart inconsistently, making him feel with such sudden relief that he wanted to smile.


Harry was a little confused. Hadn’t he been angry and mistrusting at the blond seconds ago? Did it really just take an apology for the Angel to be at peace with the Demon?


And rather regretfully, Harry found himself cupping Draco’s cheek making their eyes connect again. A soft smile curled on Harry’s lips as he let go of the soft cheek. “It’s ok.” He heard himself saying. “It’s ok.”


“Sirs? Your pepper stick fillet meat is ready.”


“Thanks Rosy, would you please be just as kind and place our plates on the table?”


Rosy wasn’t the only one surprised at the colorful warmth that decorated every word that came out of Draco. The waitress did as she was told, eyeing the way the two were caught up in each other and quickly left.


“Malf-” “No, shh.” Draco placed a finger on Harry’s lower lip. He smiled down at the Angel. “Let’s eat. I’m starved.”


*-*-*-*


“You see, by law, you are mine as I am yours. However, since I’m the one in control here-” As Draco took another sip of his wine he missed the role of Harry’s eyes.


“As I’m the one in control here, I have more laws in my favor.”


“But that is unbelievably unfair! What kind of law do you Demons have?”


Draco smirked between slicing a piece of fillet. “Let’s not forget that we’re talking about the Demon’s Democratic ways. And it begun just decades ago, that’s hardly nothing against your saint ones since the beginning of freaking life.”


Harry couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sarcastic way Draco said that. Chewing on a fry and then gulping it down, Harry uncrossed his legs from under the table. “And it isn’t only my law…Also the Wizards and you fellow Angels have these same ones regarding mates.” Harry drank some water from his own goblet.


“Almost every species that I know regarding about mates, has the same laws. As you may already know now, mates could be…Anyone or well, anything.”


“You sound terribly informed.” A satisfied smirk light Draco’s face. “Politics of any kind have always been of my favorite interest.” The Angel blinked back at him and shook his head.


“I can’t believe you…The only thing I find Politics useful for is to give you a nice headache. I hardly find anything fascinating with the subject, almost every politician that my eyes have crossed on turned out to be corrupted or have some kind of bad history. Especially regarding the human’s ones, they are very…Sad.”


Draco laughed at Harry. “But that is all the intriguing part. What not better than to dig up all that nasty business?” Not getting it, Harry busied himself with his half eaten fillet. The meat melted in his mouth and was the best thing he had ever eaten but to cut it…Especially in the neat bits like Draco did, the Angel was finding it difficult.


“Hey, give me your plate.” Harry looked up to see Draco looking with amusement at him. Green eyes looked down as he blushed. “That’s alright, I can do it.” Another soft chuckle resonated from across the table and Harry looked up to Draco leaning to take his plate. Harry however, didn’t do anything as the plate was taken away from him.


“It’s actually very easy, Potter.” The blond took the knife and fork, held the meat down with the fork and then firmly but elegantly sliced the meat. Harry huffed once again sliding next to him. Draco flashed him a grin. “Here.”


Harry eyed the fork with the meat before looking up at the playfulness shining in the silver orbs. Deciding to give in, the Angel opened his mouth letting the Demon feed him that succulent piece of meat. For a moment, Draco was enthralled with watching Harry’s mouth close around it-the piece disappearing before his eyes, as the Angle’s jaw moved in chewing motions. Then, Harry gulped licking his lips rewarded and Draco looked back in his eyes.


Harry looked quickly away, a blush forming on his cheeks. “My lord, Harry…Don’t do that again…” Groaned the Demon in a very husky tone. Harry chuckled out of embarrassment and only looked back at him when he was offered the goblet with wine.


“Try a sip now.” Silently, Harry took the goblet from Draco’s hand and tried it. It wasn’t half bad…The rich taste of it mixed with the fillet so well that…


Harry took another sip, savoring it deeply. With a small appreciating moan, he rested his back next to Draco’s.


“Like?” A quick nod from Harry’s part made him smile but he quickly took the goblet from the Angel’s grasp.


“Hey! I wanted some more!” Draco drunk it all in one big gulp and put the now empty goblet on the table.


“Too bad.” He said, and as Harry’s gaze went to the untouched wine goblet peacefully sitting at his side, Draco dove for it before the Angel could take it.


“But that is mine!”


“Define mine.”


Harry huffed incredulously, as he stared languidly at the shimmering liquid. He had barely two sips and he was getting intoxicated with it.


“Mine: Something that belongs by all rights and means to me and no other person unless I deem good for them to have it too-then, they can have it. No person, law, commandment nor any kind of Gods can take what is truly mine so now…Malfoy, give that bloody wine back.”


Draco looked at him silently for a long time before making the glass disappear. Harry felt more than outraged. He stared opened mouth at Draco that in response didn’t even flinch.


“You are not drunk, are you?” Harry crossed his arms. He wasn’t sure what been drunk was exactly but not wanting to appear like a fool in front of Draco he said, “No.” The blond smirked, fully turning to face him. “Good.” He said, and leant to whisper in Harry’s ear.


“You are ‘my’ wine, Harry.” The Angel breathed, the sudden hotness reappearing on his face and well, all around.


“And believe it or not…I get the same effect from you, from the one you got from just those two simple sips…Don’t you want more, Harry?” The said Angel gulped not finding it in his wills to move away.


“Don’t you want that taste to mingle with your own again and create that perfect blend? Tell me Harry, don’t you want to place your lips on the delicate ones of the goblet with the exciting fear and knowledge that you will be getting intoxicated by it and just crave more?” Again, the Angel breathed as Draco’s lips graced his ear as he talked, heart thumping wildly as he felt himself leaning on him.


“Would you consume it all in one big gulp in fear of it to be taken away? Or would you take your time…Slowly, licking it, tasting it to its depths…”


“D-Draco…”


“And now, now that you don’t have it anymore…Don’t you feel terrible? Don’t you feel utterly lost-as if you wouldn’t ever be happy again??”


“I-I, I don’t…”


“What if you saw that goblet of yours again? What if you saw it in the hands of another person? What would you do Harry? What if the person was about savor it, all of it, and it was them instead of you? And that you know…Once they’d do, there wouldn’t be a drop left to spare your sanity..?”


Overwhelmed, Harry lent back panting as he looked with large innocent green eyes up at hungry silver ones.


“But Draco…I’m not wine.” Draco remained expressionless for a few seconds before he smiled softly and caressed Harry’s cheek with his hand.


“I know, but you are mine. And it makes no difference.”


The Angel’s lips fell apart, the heat increasing in him. And oh Merlin…The way the blond was looking at him!


Hesitantly, Harry reached for Draco’s cheek, hand sliding in the fine hair at the back of his neck. The Demon eyes closed and opened again as he leant his head to one side and demandingly crushed his lips on Harry’s.


The Angel allowed this without any struggle. It was him after all, to have initiated everything by pushing his head towards his.


Harry shivered as a soft tongue brushed his lower lip, entering his gasping mouth right after. The tongue stroked he’s own; the sensation definitely delightful as the faint taste of the red wine still lingered in Draco’s mouth.


The kiss was strong of passion, it felt as if Draco was making sure to underline to Harry what the word ‘mine’ really meant. The Angel welcomed the sudden feeling of being possessed as a hand skillfully slid around his waist, pulling him to the warm body he was slowly climbing on.


Draco moaned low in his throat, clearly forgetting that they were in a rather posh restaurant as Harry’s other arm went around his neck.


It was divine kissing Harry….


But having Harry kissing back with the same burning need that was mind-blowing perfectly amazing.

*-*-*-*(As of Feb 20th 2008—this chapter has been continued.)


The ‘couple’ was heading back to the castle in a somewhat, tensed silence. The night had made everything black as they used their wands to follow the trail back to Hogwarts, visible in her majestic light from where they walked.


After a rather late wake up from Harry, the Angel had realized that he had been several seconds close to sitting in a very inappropriate way on Draco’s lap. What had been worse was that suddenly, his senses had also woken to the restaurant and remembering where they were, Harry had been mortified and shied off of Draco in a flurry of crimson cheeks and definitely debouched looking lips.


…Reason why Draco was silently smiling to himself and not complaining about Harry’s refusal to hold hands earlier while they walked and bumped shoulders now and then.


Then, then Harry laughed; which amazed the blond for he wasn’t expecting such a sudden burst as he faltered in his steps and frowned at the shorter boy. The Angel, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion, slapped his hand on his head as more laughter spilled out. It was musical, Draco noticed, he didn’t mind Harry’s laughter at all. And as he found it to become contagious and the corners of his mouth begun to curl in an amused smile, he very much wanted to know the cause of Harry’s laughter and be participant of it.


They both stopped, not intentionally at the same time, and Draco bit his lip as he placed a hand in his pocket while he kept the other one with his wand lit. “What’s so funny?” he finally asked, and Harry stroked some moisture from under his eye as his laughter died out.


“Sorry.” He breathed and Draco watched him adjust his glasses, pleased to notice that the Angel was still smiling. “Just…Us.” He said, a soft chuckle accompanying the confession.


“I was just thinking about…things. And, “he looked up at Draco, again both started to walk in an unconscious combined decision, “I came to the conclusion that you are like a switch.” The Angel bit his lip, waiting for some sort of sarcastic reply but he was met by the piercing gaze of the Demon. He mutedly studied the way the wand’s light reflected in the silver orbs when the other spoke.


“A—switch.” He repeated, not too enthusiastically but with a sort of amusement underlining it which made Harry’s cheeks feel warm. “Like, the muggle one’s?” The blond brow arched and he sniggered, “Whatever for?”


“Just…because.” Harry shrugged, allowing an air of mystique to surround him as he quickened his pace. “Oh come on, what do you mean?” Harry tried not to laugh, “It’s a bad thing.” Draco frowned, “Bad?” he repeated once more and Harry didn’t meet his inquisitive stare as again, his pace quickened. However, he hid a secretive smile as he turned to look away from Draco. “Harry!” the blond probed and he let go for just a bit. “I guess it can be good too.” The blond was silent after that and as they made their way through the gates of the castle he wondered how long it would take for Draco to figure it out.


“What on earth are you on about?” And Harry just laughed all over again.


Harry had been incredibly embarrassed with himself in the restaurant and after they had ‘detached’ their lips from the other, the Angel didn’t know what to do with himself. It had been mortifying, been so…Private in such a…non private place. Yet Draco had seem to glow afterwards, had sat a little straighter and become surprisingly chatty. In fact, he had been skillful enough to make Harry forget about the snog episode and soon, the Angel had found enough confidence to meet the Demon’s knowing gaze.


The things Draco could make him feel. It was absurd and weird, infuriating but completely mind-boggling and just as frightening. And it took Harry’s breath away, with the impact of it all. The impact Draco had had on him and was well, still having. Yes, took a completely rough start, Harry admitted to himself, but when things picked up between them they really did.


The Angel still mistrusted the blond, found him quizzical to say the least, and Harry thought that would be for forever. It was impossible to know what went behind does silver eyes of his, so calculating and alert but so alluring and full of, of…


Draco was very good-looking, nasty attitude, Harry supposed, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he did make his heart jump just a little faster. Especially when he was close or when he touched him, when he kissed him…Even when he just looked at him with that kind of intensity Harry couldn’t really dare to name.


And the things he said to him, Harry remembered the episode in the restaurant and that metaphor with the wine. It was all much unknown to the Angel, to be persuaded in such a way and experience a surge of feelings he had never…


Glad to be finally walking on the steps leading in the castle, Harry took off his jacket feeling like a fire had lit inside of him. He pocketed his now, unused wand and accepted Draco’s gallantry as he opened the door for him with a nod.


Once inside, Draco did the same with his jacket and wand and for a moment they remained in the entrance just looking at each other. Then, very carefully, Draco asked, “Is it ok for me to walk you to your chambers or are you going to freak..?” Harry slapped him half-heartedly on the arm and begun walking without further answers. Smirk spreading, Draco followed.


And yes, Draco had a violent streak about him. He did have the habit to manhandle Harry as he pleased and Harry noticed, it was particularly a favorite of his to block Harry against the wall. He was rough, ‘grabby’ and Harry blamed it to the fact that the blond was a domineering git. He didn’t like it that the Demon had taken him lightly and as he pleased, Harry felt determined to make him see otherwise. What with all that ‘mine’ rubbish stuff. Then it came down to who Draco was and ‘who’ Draco Malfoy was.


“Harry?”


“Yes?”


Draco crossed his arms and rested his weight on the wall. “It’s your stop.” He said, strange look on his face. Harry blushed. “You alright?” the blond asked and Harry nodded quickly waving him off as his thoughts left him and he looked up at the painting of the now sleeping fairy. “Is it very late?” “Nah, probably just ten or something.” Harry nodded again.


Giving a lopsided grin, Draco filled in the silence once more. “Would you fancy staying with me for a while longer or do you really want to wake her up now?” Harry snorted knowing for a fact that Draco didn’t really care about the painting’s wellbeing.


“I don’t know,” Harry said truthfully, “I don’t want to have to wake her later, you know?” Seeing Draco’s growing frown he rolled his eyes and gave in, “But I suppose...” “Great!” Draco said with a burst of energy, he grabbed Harry by the elbow and lead him down the corridor. “Hey!” “Oh come on Harry,” Draco let him go but made sure he kept up with the pace, “There’s something I really want to show you.”


“Fine,” Breathed Harry as he followed, “But I don’t want for us to be up too late. We have to attend classes tomorrow.” Draco snorted, “We’ll be fine.” “And stop grabbing me!”


And just like that, Draco pushed Harry quickly in the corner of another corridor and pressed him against the wall—in all a too familiar yet annoying routine. Harry was about to give the Demon a piece of his own mind when a finger was pressed to his mouth and those silver eyes were suddenly much closer. “Quiet Harry.” He whispered and very gently, shifted them behind a column.

The Angel’s heart was beating furiously, and to hide that, frightened that the other boy could feel it, he whispered, “What’s going on?” As he glared accusingly at the blond who mouthed for him to keep quiet Harry heard the sound of steps resonate in the corridor.


“I don’t know Severus,” A voice that sounded definitely like Minerva McGonagall was saying, “it is so hard to say at this stage.” The steps got closer now and Draco shifted his head towards the direction the sounds were coming from. “Yes,” Snape replied, “Although I must say, behavior hasn’t been of the most sensible.” There was a gruff, “You can’t expect much from boys…” “I can assure you that the Potter boy as only, but being, very much sensible to me whilst ‘that’ Draco Malfoy…”


Harry heard Draco growl annoyingly and he fought a giggle as Draco then peered down at him. When Harry noticed the arched brow he clasped his hands on his mouth, shoulders shaking. Draco shook his head.


“…of the days. Improvements are expected.” Was saying Snape, but Harry nor Draco were too sure what about. “I’ve already talked to my charge, Minerva.” And now, as Harry looked to the side were also Draco was staring too, the figures of the two Hogwarts Professors passed by their hiding place.


“Things will be in order soon. Albus is confident about the connection between them. They have just met, after all, Minerva.” However, any response to Snape was lost to them as they finally turned to a different corridor.


Harry licked his lips. So they were talking about the two of them eh? How interesting. Harry pushed lightly on Draco’s chest, he had a thoughtful expression on his face still staring in the direction the professors had left, and allowed a step backwards so that Harry had some private space.


“It’s weird.” Draco looked down at Harry when he spoke, “to have them talk about…’us’. You know, bout our situation and everything.” Draco agreed silently, “They are worried about us but hey, at list Dumbledore thinks we have potential!” Draco gave him a very cheeky suggestive wink and Harry pushed him away, “Oh come on Harry!” and flushed furiously.


“Look, are we going to wherever we were going or should I take this as my cue and go back to my room? Besides, why did we even have to hide like that? And I hate it when you grab me like that, I really wish you wouldn’t do it Draco.” The blond passed a hand trough his silky locks, offering a killer smile as an apology but Harry just glared at him pointedly. “Alright, alright.” He said, “I won’t grab you without notice like that anymore then—but it was for our survival really.”


Harry gave him a funny look. “But come on now,” Again, Harry followed. “But why did we have to hide? It’s not like we are students and we are out of curfew or anything.” “Are you joking?” Quaked Draco, “If Severus knew I was with you or knew I had been with you to Hogsmead no less, he’d severally castrated me!” Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or cringe or blush just at the mention of Draco’s…


Ahem. And then, of course, Harry being Harry, masked the ‘uneasiness’ with annoyance.


“But I thought you said it would have been fine for us to go!” Draco smirked. “Did I? Oops.” “So where are you taking me?” Harry asked instead, wanting to leave the subject. The blond was going to give him a headache. “Outside,” Draco said calmly and like that, Draco pulled on to a rather heavy door that was one of the castle’s smaller side exits. Now in the night air again, both put on their jackets, Draco always leading the way.


Then the Demon stopped and Harry looked questioningly at him. “It was nice.” He said, smirking. “What was?” did Harry even want to know? With a face like that, mused the Angel, it was unlikely that it would be anything “sensible”. “That rather nice little excuse to push you up against the wall and have you close.” And with that, he kept on going towards the Quidditch field. “And you also know what?”


“I’m not sure I want to know.” Harry voiced now, arguing to himself for being such a blush disaster every single time. Draco went on, airily, as if he hadn’t heard the Angel’s comment. “It was really nice at the restaurant too. I really liked kissing you--again.” Harry, despite himself, licked his lips in memory. He’d swear he could still taste Draco’s mouth on his.


“And I really liked you touching me.” Draco confessed, “And next time I’ll make sure you sit fully down on my lap because that was beginning to be really, really nice.” “Why are you telling me this?!” Draco turned to Harry to see the Angel half covering his burning face with his hand. Draco laughed.


“Because when you blush like ‘that’ well, it’s really, really, really nice.” Harry peered up, between his fingers, and the Demon smiled down at him as he came closer. He whispered, “It’s really, really hot, Harry.” And pinched the sides of the Angel’s very ticklish waist.


“Stop it!” Laughed Harry, embarrassment ebbing away as Draco kept on pitching him. “Never!” Draco gave an evil laugh as Harry smacked his claws away, before stepping in a quick jog just to have Draco right behind him, pinching away. “Hey!” This time Draco laughed and let Harry run away from him, he was quite quick even though he was shorter than Draco. “Leave me alone, come on Draco—please??” The blond flashed him a smirk as he managed to corner him again, jumping front of him and stopping him on the spot.


“No more!” But Draco dove for it and Harry was a shutter of giggles and half hearted cries for him to stop and leave him alone. Harry tried to wiggled away from him, he really did, but Draco indeed had claws and Harry was trapped. “Draco stop! Stop!” They both laughed and Harry begun to reach out with his own hands and pinched Draco on the side. “Ow!” Harry laughed, “That’s what you get for being an insufferable git!”


They both sniggered at each other and for a moment a battle of who tickled who commenced once more. Harry’s eyes were lit with a playful mirth and Draco’s own cheeks were a happy healthy red as he jumped away from Harry, making him chase the blond around the field before he deviated and jumped Harry.


The smaller boy, not anticipating the move, fell under Draco’s sudden weight and he laughed as they rolled down the slight slope the field took. When they finally rolled apart, the little hill hid their view of Hogwarts and as they both laughed and took in air they looked up at the dark skies.


“You’re horrible,” Harry complained as he laid on his back. Draco popped the weight of his head on his elbow and just gazed at Harry with a small smile. “I know.” He said proudly and Harry gave him a poke. “Shameless.” He accused playfully. Draco’s smile just widened, “I know.” “And don’t forget ‘insufferable’ oh, and ‘git’ too.” Then Draco came in front his line of vision and Harry was pretty sure Draco was going to kiss him.


“Want to fly with me?”

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TBC
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A/N: Hi everyone! It’s amazing to be back, it really is…I am sorry to have abandoned this fic, life and such and such. I am sorry for all the ones who were disappointed to never see an update and I’m sure by now you have all moved on.


While that is fully understandable, I had a read trough the reviews and I was completely owled eyed as I read them. I had, honestly forgotten the amount of reviewers and support and reading them has charged me up. So, I read my fic---of course, having completely forgotten what I was on about at that point of my life, and found myself blushing at it cause well…It’s weird to read something you write after a while.


My first worry was that if I did decide to write on with this story, it wouldn’t have gone smoothly as I feel that my writing style has changed. I do hope I improved (especially for the grammar and spelling mistakes oh gods! I’m still searching for a beta btw!) but on the other hand, I still want to maintain the same feel of the story while writing it as people seemed to quite like it that way.


Anyways, I gave it a look and I can’t really tell. I had completed this chapter long ago but never posted it for reason or other and to test my writing muscles I decided to extended it a bit. With it reading it again, I hope I captured the feeling of the fic again---most prob it will all unfold in the next chapter though.


And this is my time to plead for reviews! Lol…I really need feedback at this moment guys. I have left this story for about 4 years now, (I’m really bad) and although the plot is somewhat still in my head, I need some of you guys piece of mind…Erm, I know I deserve them, but no rotten tomatoes or flames or how you call them…I was actually pretty scared to come to life again with this.


So, what ya’ll think? Please let me know! I hope u are all well---thank you again for all the past reviewers! It was nostalgic reading them again…Thank you!!!


Flamesky ^_^