Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ unbreakableBOND ❯ A Visit From A Malfoy ( Chapter 5 )
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By: narinari 
Narcissa visits with some news.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 679 | Status: Work In Progress
Narcissa visits with some news.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.02.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 679 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
OI!!!: Hello all, So, uhm, warnings for this chapter....Eh....
Chapter Five: A Visit From A Malfoy
Harry watched something flash through Malfoy's eyes, before he could place what it was it was gone. That was it, no gasping, for paling, or hardening of the eyes. Just a flash. Maybe Ron was wrong about something being wrong with Draco's mum visiting.
"My mums all?" Draco finally asked.
"Yes," Ron answered.
"Fine, will you tell her I’ll be down in a few minutes please?" Draco asked. Harry and Ron both looked on in shock at the blonde. When the hell did he say please? And to either of them? "What the bloody hell are you staring at?! Go tell her!" There was the Malfoy they knew. Ron nodded, still dumbfounded, and left.
Harry watched as Draco got out of bed and began searching for clean clothes. Now that he was paying more attention, Harry could see something was wrong. Draco moved rather stiffly, his whole body was tense. He wondered what kind of relationship Draco and his mum had if it was obviously worrying the Slytherin that much.
"Do I come with you?" Harry asked, and Draco whirled around so fast Harry was sure he got a crick in his neck.
"No!" He shouted, eyes wide. "I mean, you don't have to, we should be fine being away from each other for a few minutes, right? You just can't go that far."
"Seven feet?" Harry questioned. Where the hell did Draco expect him to go within seven feet, anyway.
"No, I think we can be further apart now, considering how much proximity we've had in the last few days," Draco said before he pulled on a shirt. Harry excepted Malfoy's directions without protest, he was obviously trying to stay in control of the situation and far be it from Harry to stop him. Besides, he knew that if Draco really wanted to tell him what happened between him and his mum, he would.
Harry got dressed quickly once he realized Draco was staring at him, impatiently, fully clothed. They both went down stairs where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. The two made there way over the to bottom of the stairs and Ron spoke, "Mum's with you mum, Malfoy, I think she wants to be there when you lot talk." Ron made a confused face as he said this, as if he were trying to figure out why his mum would do such a thing through the use of comical facial expressions.
Harry eyed the blonde curiously, he had noticed his body visibly relax when Ron informed his about their mums, and by the looks of Hermione he wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Don't go too far," Draco murmured before brushing past Ron and into the room that held
his mother and Mrs. Weasely. Harry watched him go with a scowl, he felt like a small child who was told not to wander away while in the park by his father.
There was something else, a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the blonde disappear before him, worry, maybe? Yes, worried. When did he become worried for that insufferable git? Was it when he realized he'd have to live with him for...possibly ever? Or was it when he'd taught him how to do a bit of wandless magic? And maybe it was when Draco kissed him, like there was nothing else in the world to do but kiss Harry and have Harry kiss him, like Harry was the only person who mattered and Draco had to tell him; tell him, show him, touch him, grasp him, tease him, see him, feel him, torture him, please him, lo-Harry stopped his train of thought just there. He shook his head once to get out all thoughts of Malfoy that way.
This was not how he pictured this going! Hr was not going to give into mere carnal desires, because that's all they were-desires. They were wants, frivolous fairy tale-esque wants of true love and happiness even in the darkest of situations (and this was dark). Harry didn't need this to survive, he needed wand power, and fighting skills to survive, not Draco bloody Malfoy's....Merlin knew what. He couldn't risk his life, or the lives of all of wizarding England for some outlandish shot at momentary happiness. He said momentary, because that's all it would last, until they grew older, and most likely closer, they wouldn't need to see one another anymore, of course they'd still have to be bonded and could never bond to another.
And that was the moment Harry James Potter decided that everything he felt or would feel in the future towards Draconis Luicius Malfoy would be purely professional. Harry nodded to himself in agreeance and Hermione saw a certain finality in that what seemed to be random nod. "Harry?" she asked, "Harry, are you okay?"
Harry looked up at his friends seeing twin looks of masked worry in their eyes, “Yea,” He heard himself answer, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”
“That’s not what I meant, Harry,” Hermione said moving over to sit on the couch, Ron and Harry followed. Ron sat next to Hermione leaving Harry to sit across from them in a chair, the setting was perfect for the interrogation that was coming.
Harry knew that he hadn’t really talked to either of them since this whole thing started, but he couldn’t really help that, could he? In a way he was glad he hadn’t spoken with the two, he had needed time to work this whole mess out on his own. Not that he could do much of that with Draco taunting him every ten seconds. But now, now he couldn’t put it off any longer.
There would be a chat with Ron and Hermione, he would have to assure them that he was fine, that Malfoy wasn’t beating him, nor was he raping him on a daily basis, and no, he wasn’t making Harry crawl to him like an insignificant worm that Draco more than likely thought he was. He would be required to tell his feelings on the matter, vent a little anger, and then….then would be The Talk.
The Talk, was talking about various scenarios of how the hell he would get out of whatever jam he found himself in at the time. Today, he felt, was going to be a really long day. He almost wished Draco would come out and save him from Good Cop Granger and Bad Cop Weasely.
“Harry?” He’d been silent for far too long, he was probably staring blankly at on of their face’s. Harry blinked rapidly, before brining his hand up to massage the place between his eyes.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “Just worried about Malfoy,” he lied.
“Worried?” Ron’s voice was indignant, “Why the hell would you be worried about that bastard?”
“Ron!” Hermione reprimanded, glaring slightly, “Harry and Malfoy are bondmates, they are bound to feel something for the other by this time.” Harry couldn’t help but think Hermione was only too right, he briefly wondered if Malfoy was feeling anything for him. Shocked slightly at himself he quickly pushed that though away and focused on a disgusted looking Ron.
“I don’t, Ron, I just don’t want him to come out angry because I’m the one that has to be around him 24/7 and it’s not my idea of a great time dealing with a pissed Malfoy,” Harry informed them.
“See, Ron, simple as that.” Hermione nodded and turned to Harry, “It’d be okay if you did feel something for him, though.” That way she said it made Harry feel very exposed, like he was made of glass and all his secrets were out for the world to see.
“Yea, Hermione,” Harry answered, “I know.” Hermione gave him a long look before Ron broke the silence.
“So, mate, the Ferret’s not being horrible to you is he?” Harry smiled, sometimes you just couldn’t beat predictability.
Harry reassured them that he was fine before they got on the ever annoying ‘get you out of this mess’ topic. “Why haven’t you two bonded yet?” Ron asked.
“Jeez, Ron, you’re the one that grew up in the wizarding world!” Hermione scolded, “Because they aren’t close enough yet. Anyway, let’s not talk about that right now, Harry, what do you plan to do about all this?”
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “ I don’t know Hermione, I really don’t know.”
“Alright, Harry, but you really do need to think about it some. How about we play a game of Exploding Snap?”
There were calls of approval and they had played two rounds before Harry began to feel a little odd. He let it go as just missing his friends company, and now he was just being sentimental. A few minutes later Harry realised he was worried, something wasn’t right with Draco.
“Harry? What is it? You look like you’re about to be ill.” Hermione reached across the table to feel Harry’s forehead. As soon as her hand made contact with his skin he flinched back violently, in pain, “D-Don’t touch me..,” Harry groaned out.
“Harry? Is it your scar?” That was Ron coming around the table to see him.
“Yesss,” He hissed out, but it wasn’t just that, it was Draco and is scar and then he could hear shouting, but it wasn’t around him, it was Draco, Mrs. Weasely, and what he could only imagine as Draco’s mum’s voice. There was a searing pain and a maniacal laugh which could only belong to the Mad Man himself.
“Potter!” The name was snapped more than anything else and Harry instantly felt the pain from his scar reduce and the voices fade.
“Harry? Was it Voldemort? What happened? Are you all right?” Hermione was hovering over him with look of a nervous hen. Draco was striding towards him, his face blank, and Harry could see Mrs. Weasely rushing towards him from behind the blonde.
“I’m fine, it was just….”Harry tried to feel how Voldemort was feeling just a few moments earlier before continuing, “He was happy…well, not happy, more like excited, like something good just happened, something really good.” Harry finished looking at the faces around him, the one that worried him most was Draco’s though. It wasn’t like the blonde to lay so much emotion out, ever, and at the moment you could clearly see the nervousness written on his beautiful pale face.
It was gone quickly, once Draco realised Harry was looking at him.
“Well, no matter, can’t very well do anything about something you don’t know about. Come on Potter, I’m tired,” Draco stated and began moving towards the stairs.
“No, you wait just one minute Malfoy-!” Hermione was cut off by Molly.
“Hermione, dear, let them go, Draco’s had a hard morning.” She patted the girls shoulder and turned to Harry, “Go on, I’m sure you’re worn out by that little episode as well.” Harry nodded and stood.
“Sorry, guys, we’ll talk later okay?” Harry told them before heading up the stairs behind Draco.
Once upstairs Draco flopped onto Harry’s bed in a most un-Malfoyish way, kicking off his shoes as he went.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked, a bit concerned.
“Just bloody brilliant,” Draco grumbled, fumbling with a sock that was refusing to come off.
“Seriously, what happened?” Harry asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“It more than likely has something to do with that wonderful little vision you just had.”
Harry looked a bit shocked, what could have happened that had to do with Malfoy and Voldemort that would have made him so…ecstatic? Whatever it was, it needed to be dealt with and now. “What do you mean?”
“Well, my mother told me, and Mum Weasely about it, something to do with my Auntie Bella. She’s insane, you know, completely off her rocker, thinking the Dark Lord will marry her or something.” Harry listened intently, surprised to find that Draco would say a word against his family, even if it were true. “Apparently she heard my Mother and Father talking about our little situation, and now she’s run to You-Know-Who telling him all she knows, so of course Father was brought in for questioning and now….now it’s just a very bad situation.” Draco finished.
“What kind of bad situation?” Harry questioned sharply, there was no way in hell he was going to allow Malfoy to give him just that little bit of information.
“ I don’t know, Mother wouldn’t say, I don’t think she really knows all of it yet, as Father was just brought in this morning about three o’clock. Can’t say that I didn’t see this coming though, sooner or later he was bound to find out.” Draco let out a sigh and Harry came over to sit next to him on the bed.
“This…this is really dangerous, isn’t it?” Harry asked after a few moments.
“Yea,” Draco answered, sitting up. Harry looked up at Draco for a moment, feeling the tension between them and the intensity lurking in those steely grey eyes. Slowly, Harry leaned up and softly touched his lips to Draco’s instantly feeling a response from those ever so soft lips. The kiss broke shortly afterwards, leaving both boys breathless. They then climbed into bed, where they slept until some one came in to wake them for lunch.
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“Fred! George! Will you please get that thing off of Ron’s trunk?!” Molly screamed in exasperation at her twins. Honestly, they knew how stressed she got on this day!
This day being the day she had to send off two of her children and two of her surrogate children off to school for months at a time. Molly sighed, as something went whizzing past her head and George-or was that Fred?- chased after it.
The rest of the summer had passed quickly after Narcissa’s visit, with no other reported incidents. Dumbledore hadn’t been back to update the boys, or anyone for that matter, on the status of their bonding, and in truth Harry had been a bit glad, sometimes ignorance really was bliss. He, Ron, Hermione, and Draco had played Quiddtich, Wizarding Chess, helped Molly clean, and a whole bunch of other things. They only thing that had really bothered Harry in that time was the absence of his Godfather and Remus.
One night Snape had shown up and said that he needed Remus and Sirius to go out on a mission for the Order, ever since he hadn’t heard so much of a peep from the to and it was beginning to gnaw at the back of his mind. Other than that there was the Malfoy thing, which had seemed to escalate and then just plateau off, not that Harry was complaining.
No, really he wasn’t.
And now they were headed back to Hogwarts where he would have to explain to the entire school why he and Draco couldn’t be separated for long periods of time at the moment. Great, just bloody, great. Harry really hated explaining himself to people.
“Harry, mate, c’mon, Mum’s got the car ready!” Ron called up the stairs.
“Be down in just a minute!” He yelled back. Harry was just finishing putting he final things into his trunk. Harry looked around his room, ‘This,’ he thought, ‘this is my home.’ He grinned madly at the thought of him and Sirius finally living together, Harry would get a job, he didn’t know where, but he’d get a job and defeat the Dark Lord and then Sirius wouldn’t have to hide anymore!
He suddenly felt a small pull on his wrist, and the slight tingle of the Vow as though it had heard his thoughts and decided to remind him of it’s place. ‘That’s right,’ he remembered, ‘Malfoy will be here too.’ Just then the blonde decided to make an appearance.
“Are you ready?” Draco asked, and Harry couldn’t help be feel he meant more than just leaving for school.
“I’m not so sure,” Harry replied, and Draco stepped into the room.
“Well, what could you possibly need? We’ve gotten all our books, you’ve packed, I checked your trunk to make sure you remembered your trainers,” Draco ticked off on his fingers, “And you didn’t remember them, you’ve got your robes, book bag, toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo, which I’d actually prefer if you left behind, it makes you’re hair smell all coconutty-” Draco stopped when Harry burst out laughing, “What the bloody hell are you laughing at, Potter?”
“You! You’d think you were my mum or something!” Harry giggled.
“Well, excuse me for trying to be kind!” Draco huffed.
“No, no, thank-you, Malfoy, I really do appreciate you looking out for me.” Harry smiled, and Draco felt his cheeks begin heat up a little.
“Yea, no problem,” Draco mumbled, “C’mon, let’s go.” With that Draco left the room, Harry following and wandlessly levitating his trunk behind them.
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The ride to Kings Cross station had been overactive, to say the least, with the car magically enlarged to be comfortable for all Fred and George had decided it would be fun to play a prank on everyone since they hadn’t been allowed to see everyone off. Half way through the drive the car suddenly began to rumble and shake, then slowly it got a little smaller and a little smaller and then bam! It was smaller than a Mini Cooper. Ron had yelped when Ginny had fallen into his lap, as she had tried to move to get Harry’s elbow out of her stomach. When the car had gotten even smaller Harry had shifted a bit, before it went into over drive small time, causing Harry to sit right on top of Draco.
It was then they twins had decided to Apparate right in to the car. Mrs. Weasely was already having a fit over the entire, suddenly seeing her twin sons plop on the laps of five people in a moving car didn’t do much for her nerves.
“FRED! GEORGE! I WILL WING YOUR NECK WHEN WE GET HOME!” She shouted, the twins just laughed resizing the car to even larger than before. When they had finally made it to the station Harry pulled Draco to the side.
“Malfoy, we can’t walk in there together,” Harry stated.
“Well, of course not you dimwit, no one can know about us,” Draco replied. For some reason, the fact that he agreed irked Harry. What was so wrong with him that Malfoy didn’t want to be seen with him? “Listen, you go on ahead, and I’ll follow a few minutes behind. When you board the train find on empty compartment and lock the doors, I’ll knock three times when I’m done with my meeting.”
‘Oh, that’s right, Malfoy and Hermione were Head Boy and Girl,’ Harry thought. He’d forgotten about that, now he’d have to sit in a compartment by himself for awhile before anyone would come talk to him, as Ron had a prefect meeting.
“Right, sure,” Harry answered. Then as though forgetting something he quickly began to pat himself down. Where was his wand? Mrs. Weasely had given it back to him and Draco that morning. He heard Draco sigh.
“It’s in your back, left pocket, Potter.” Harry patted his bum and sure enough there was his wand. “You’d loose your head if it wasn’t attached,” Draco continued.
Harry grinned, “Sometimes I can’t even find it then.” Draco groaned.
“Just get going, Potter!” Draco shoved him in the direction of the magical wall that held platform 9¾. Harry walked away laughing, and then spotted Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
“Where’s Malfoy?” Hermione asked, pushing Harry’s loaded trolley towards him.
“He’s going to follow behind, so people don’t suspect,” Harry answered and Ron nodded in agreement.
“You’d never be able to live it down if people found out you had to be bonded to the Ferret.”
“Ron! Don’t call him that!” Hermione whacked him on the arm. Ron looked indignant before becoming sheepish by the glare Hermione sent him. “Let’s go.”
One, two, three onto the platform they went. Harry petted Hedwig a bit before letting her go into the compartment where they kept all the other owls. After that, they boarded the train and parted ways.
Harry began looking for compartment options, realising that most people had already found one of their own.
“Harry!” Neville called when he accidentally opened his compartment door.
‘Shit!’ Harry thought, Neville was his friend, but he couldn’t sit with him this year, “Neville! How are you, mate?”
“Just fine Harry, me and Gran planted a huge garden over the summer, you should really see it! Come in, sit down.” Neville ushered, it was then that Harry noticed the other occupants of the compartment; Ginny, Loon-Luna Lovegood, Padma Patil, and Ernie Macmillan
“Oh, it seems a bit crowded in here…and uh…I” Harry really was having trouble coming up with something to say, in a desperate attempt he looked, pleadingly, at Ginny.
Ginny rolled her eyes but said, “Harry’s got to finish something and needs to concentrate, it’d be too noisy in here.”
“Right,” Neville said, looking slightly crestfallen, “Well, see you later, Harry!”
“See you!” Harry closed the compartment door and walked guiltily to the back of the train, upon finding an empty apartment he cast a few locking charms and flopped onto the seat.
Harry really hated lying to his friends, he also hated keeping things from them, it’s not what he liked to do with his life. He sat their, brooding about his life until there were three hard ponds on the door.
“Harry!” Ron’s muffled voice called, Harry let him in and the red head sat. “Jeez, why’d you have to come all the way back here?”
“How’d you know I was in here?” Harry asked.
“Malfoy told me that you’d be in a locked compartment, and here we are.” Ron shrugged.
“Oh, Hermione and he still having a meeting?”
“Yea, it was bloody boring, that was.” Ron described his meeting to Harry and son the other two were joining them. They talked for awhile until Hermione realised that it was time to put their robes on. After that, the tension was so great no one cared to make any kind of sound.
When they arrived at Hogwarts Draco hung back and let the Trio go first stating that he’d see Harry after the feast so they could ‘charge up’ on one another. Though they had spent most of their time together, the Vow seemed to think that they could only be more than 50mt away for about four hours before the tugging started. The longer the distance the shorter the time.
When they made it into the castle they all headed straight to their tables, as soon as everyone had sat down Dumbledore stood.
“Welcome, boys and girls, new and old, I would like to announce that he Sorting begins now.” A cheer went up and McGonagall set the hat on it’s customary stool.
“Alright, alright, quiet down!” The hat yelled, “Now it’s my time to tell you all a little something.” With that the hat started to sing
“A change amongst has come
And before all is said and done
The two affected won’t be the only ones
Darkness rises and darkness falls
Ignorance will be the death of us all
They tell you Pull on your masks and shed your light
Now is the time to join the fight!
Pick and choose
What have you got to lose?
Pick and choose
Pick and choose
Now is the time
To cower would be a crime!
Get your friends and make some more!
WAKE UP PEOPLE WE’RE AT WAR!”
The hall was dead silent when the Sorting Hat finished, until on lone person began to clap, it was Dumbledore and soon the entire hall joined in. The sorting took place without a hitch, and when the feast began the murmurs did.
Everyone was wondering who the two affected were, only Harry, Hermione and Draco seemed to realise who it was.
“Harry, how do you think the Sorting Hat knows?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know, but it does live in Dumbledore’s office.”
“True,” Hermione agreed. Ron tried to say something through his mouthful of chicken but Harry paid him no mind, instead he shot a look over at the Slytherin tables, his eyes locking with Draco’s. Draco nodded discreetly, showing that he did know something was off. When the Feast was over McGonagall come over to Harry.
“Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office now.” Harry watched her go give Draco the same message.
“What do you think he wasn’t to walk about?” Ron asked.
“Probably just bond stuff,” Harry said shuffling out of the hall. Harry met Draco at the bottom of the stairs and they ascended together in silence. When they reached he gargoyle guarding the door Harry began to name off various candy.
“Blood Pops,” Draco said after four failed attempts from Harry. Harry looked at the blonde and got a smirk in return.
“Harry, Draco, so good to see you,” Dumbledore smiled, “Lemon Drop?”
“No thanks,” They declined in unison.
“Ah, well, no matter,” He began, “Listen boys, there are a few things we need to go over, but firstly, how far part can you be?”
“Not far,” Draco answered.
Dumbledore sighed, “I was afraid of that, I’ve prepared a room for you two then, I assume you’ll still need to share a bed, so there’s only one.”
“Wait, we have to share a room?” Harry asked, a little annoyed.
“Well, yes, the dungeons are quite far from the Gryffindor tower. Which brings me to my next point, you cannot tell anyone about this. I know that Miss Granger, Miss Weasely, and Mr. Weasely already know but no one else.”
“Wait, why can’t I tell any of my friends?” Draco asked. He was met with twin stares of ‘Are you seriously asking that?’ “Oh, right, sorry.”
“Until the upcoming threat is vanquished the danger is too great.”
“Uh, sir? Voldemort already knows about this.” Harry interjected.
“I know, but we don’t need any of his followers thinking they should try something to gain favour with him.” Dumbledore answered. “Now, I think it’s time you two get to your rooms, you have a busy day tomorrow.” With that Dumbledore stood and ushered them out of the room.
They were lead to the 7th floor corridor by McGonagall their room’s door was a large portrait of what seemed to be a Japanese vampire.
“Password?” He hissed seductively, Harry thought fleetingly about how beautiful the vampire was and wondered what it would be like to touch him.
“Vow,” McGonagall stated, the vampire smiled, showing off his fangs and swung himself open. “That was Sir Yamiko, please don’t make him angry.” She informed them.
The room was like a small apartment, there was a living room with a couch and chair, a bathroom with a large tub and shower, bedroom with an extra large four poster and two desks and done entirely in neutrals. Harry thought maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad.
“Ugh, who came up with this colour scheme?” Correction, living here would probably turn out to be hell.
“Well, I’ll be off now, you two should get settled in and prepare for tomorrow. Oh! Here is your schedule.” She handed Draco, who was closest a piece of parchment.
“Where’s mine?” Harry asked.
“Here,” Draco answered, “We have he same classes.” He sounded rather despondent.
“Really?”
“Yes, so you two best be on your toes at all times, let no one even suspect. Like the sorting hat said, we’re at war.”
A/N: So, I’d like to apologise for being so late with this chapter. My computer died and took everything with it, it was rather depressing. So, tell me what you think of this chapter, rather a let down wasn’t it? Yes, I know.
OI!!!: Hello all, So, uhm, warnings for this chapter....Eh....
Chapter Five: A Visit From A Malfoy
Harry watched something flash through Malfoy's eyes, before he could place what it was it was gone. That was it, no gasping, for paling, or hardening of the eyes. Just a flash. Maybe Ron was wrong about something being wrong with Draco's mum visiting.
"My mums all?" Draco finally asked.
"Yes," Ron answered.
"Fine, will you tell her I’ll be down in a few minutes please?" Draco asked. Harry and Ron both looked on in shock at the blonde. When the hell did he say please? And to either of them? "What the bloody hell are you staring at?! Go tell her!" There was the Malfoy they knew. Ron nodded, still dumbfounded, and left.
Harry watched as Draco got out of bed and began searching for clean clothes. Now that he was paying more attention, Harry could see something was wrong. Draco moved rather stiffly, his whole body was tense. He wondered what kind of relationship Draco and his mum had if it was obviously worrying the Slytherin that much.
"Do I come with you?" Harry asked, and Draco whirled around so fast Harry was sure he got a crick in his neck.
"No!" He shouted, eyes wide. "I mean, you don't have to, we should be fine being away from each other for a few minutes, right? You just can't go that far."
"Seven feet?" Harry questioned. Where the hell did Draco expect him to go within seven feet, anyway.
"No, I think we can be further apart now, considering how much proximity we've had in the last few days," Draco said before he pulled on a shirt. Harry excepted Malfoy's directions without protest, he was obviously trying to stay in control of the situation and far be it from Harry to stop him. Besides, he knew that if Draco really wanted to tell him what happened between him and his mum, he would.
Harry got dressed quickly once he realized Draco was staring at him, impatiently, fully clothed. They both went down stairs where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. The two made there way over the to bottom of the stairs and Ron spoke, "Mum's with you mum, Malfoy, I think she wants to be there when you lot talk." Ron made a confused face as he said this, as if he were trying to figure out why his mum would do such a thing through the use of comical facial expressions.
Harry eyed the blonde curiously, he had noticed his body visibly relax when Ron informed his about their mums, and by the looks of Hermione he wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Don't go too far," Draco murmured before brushing past Ron and into the room that held
his mother and Mrs. Weasely. Harry watched him go with a scowl, he felt like a small child who was told not to wander away while in the park by his father.
There was something else, a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the blonde disappear before him, worry, maybe? Yes, worried. When did he become worried for that insufferable git? Was it when he realized he'd have to live with him for...possibly ever? Or was it when he'd taught him how to do a bit of wandless magic? And maybe it was when Draco kissed him, like there was nothing else in the world to do but kiss Harry and have Harry kiss him, like Harry was the only person who mattered and Draco had to tell him; tell him, show him, touch him, grasp him, tease him, see him, feel him, torture him, please him, lo-Harry stopped his train of thought just there. He shook his head once to get out all thoughts of Malfoy that way.
This was not how he pictured this going! Hr was not going to give into mere carnal desires, because that's all they were-desires. They were wants, frivolous fairy tale-esque wants of true love and happiness even in the darkest of situations (and this was dark). Harry didn't need this to survive, he needed wand power, and fighting skills to survive, not Draco bloody Malfoy's....Merlin knew what. He couldn't risk his life, or the lives of all of wizarding England for some outlandish shot at momentary happiness. He said momentary, because that's all it would last, until they grew older, and most likely closer, they wouldn't need to see one another anymore, of course they'd still have to be bonded and could never bond to another.
And that was the moment Harry James Potter decided that everything he felt or would feel in the future towards Draconis Luicius Malfoy would be purely professional. Harry nodded to himself in agreeance and Hermione saw a certain finality in that what seemed to be random nod. "Harry?" she asked, "Harry, are you okay?"
Harry looked up at his friends seeing twin looks of masked worry in their eyes, “Yea,” He heard himself answer, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”
“That’s not what I meant, Harry,” Hermione said moving over to sit on the couch, Ron and Harry followed. Ron sat next to Hermione leaving Harry to sit across from them in a chair, the setting was perfect for the interrogation that was coming.
Harry knew that he hadn’t really talked to either of them since this whole thing started, but he couldn’t really help that, could he? In a way he was glad he hadn’t spoken with the two, he had needed time to work this whole mess out on his own. Not that he could do much of that with Draco taunting him every ten seconds. But now, now he couldn’t put it off any longer.
There would be a chat with Ron and Hermione, he would have to assure them that he was fine, that Malfoy wasn’t beating him, nor was he raping him on a daily basis, and no, he wasn’t making Harry crawl to him like an insignificant worm that Draco more than likely thought he was. He would be required to tell his feelings on the matter, vent a little anger, and then….then would be The Talk.
The Talk, was talking about various scenarios of how the hell he would get out of whatever jam he found himself in at the time. Today, he felt, was going to be a really long day. He almost wished Draco would come out and save him from Good Cop Granger and Bad Cop Weasely.
“Harry?” He’d been silent for far too long, he was probably staring blankly at on of their face’s. Harry blinked rapidly, before brining his hand up to massage the place between his eyes.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “Just worried about Malfoy,” he lied.
“Worried?” Ron’s voice was indignant, “Why the hell would you be worried about that bastard?”
“Ron!” Hermione reprimanded, glaring slightly, “Harry and Malfoy are bondmates, they are bound to feel something for the other by this time.” Harry couldn’t help but think Hermione was only too right, he briefly wondered if Malfoy was feeling anything for him. Shocked slightly at himself he quickly pushed that though away and focused on a disgusted looking Ron.
“I don’t, Ron, I just don’t want him to come out angry because I’m the one that has to be around him 24/7 and it’s not my idea of a great time dealing with a pissed Malfoy,” Harry informed them.
“See, Ron, simple as that.” Hermione nodded and turned to Harry, “It’d be okay if you did feel something for him, though.” That way she said it made Harry feel very exposed, like he was made of glass and all his secrets were out for the world to see.
“Yea, Hermione,” Harry answered, “I know.” Hermione gave him a long look before Ron broke the silence.
“So, mate, the Ferret’s not being horrible to you is he?” Harry smiled, sometimes you just couldn’t beat predictability.
Harry reassured them that he was fine before they got on the ever annoying ‘get you out of this mess’ topic. “Why haven’t you two bonded yet?” Ron asked.
“Jeez, Ron, you’re the one that grew up in the wizarding world!” Hermione scolded, “Because they aren’t close enough yet. Anyway, let’s not talk about that right now, Harry, what do you plan to do about all this?”
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “ I don’t know Hermione, I really don’t know.”
“Alright, Harry, but you really do need to think about it some. How about we play a game of Exploding Snap?”
There were calls of approval and they had played two rounds before Harry began to feel a little odd. He let it go as just missing his friends company, and now he was just being sentimental. A few minutes later Harry realised he was worried, something wasn’t right with Draco.
“Harry? What is it? You look like you’re about to be ill.” Hermione reached across the table to feel Harry’s forehead. As soon as her hand made contact with his skin he flinched back violently, in pain, “D-Don’t touch me..,” Harry groaned out.
“Harry? Is it your scar?” That was Ron coming around the table to see him.
“Yesss,” He hissed out, but it wasn’t just that, it was Draco and is scar and then he could hear shouting, but it wasn’t around him, it was Draco, Mrs. Weasely, and what he could only imagine as Draco’s mum’s voice. There was a searing pain and a maniacal laugh which could only belong to the Mad Man himself.
“Potter!” The name was snapped more than anything else and Harry instantly felt the pain from his scar reduce and the voices fade.
“Harry? Was it Voldemort? What happened? Are you all right?” Hermione was hovering over him with look of a nervous hen. Draco was striding towards him, his face blank, and Harry could see Mrs. Weasely rushing towards him from behind the blonde.
“I’m fine, it was just….”Harry tried to feel how Voldemort was feeling just a few moments earlier before continuing, “He was happy…well, not happy, more like excited, like something good just happened, something really good.” Harry finished looking at the faces around him, the one that worried him most was Draco’s though. It wasn’t like the blonde to lay so much emotion out, ever, and at the moment you could clearly see the nervousness written on his beautiful pale face.
It was gone quickly, once Draco realised Harry was looking at him.
“Well, no matter, can’t very well do anything about something you don’t know about. Come on Potter, I’m tired,” Draco stated and began moving towards the stairs.
“No, you wait just one minute Malfoy-!” Hermione was cut off by Molly.
“Hermione, dear, let them go, Draco’s had a hard morning.” She patted the girls shoulder and turned to Harry, “Go on, I’m sure you’re worn out by that little episode as well.” Harry nodded and stood.
“Sorry, guys, we’ll talk later okay?” Harry told them before heading up the stairs behind Draco.
Once upstairs Draco flopped onto Harry’s bed in a most un-Malfoyish way, kicking off his shoes as he went.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked, a bit concerned.
“Just bloody brilliant,” Draco grumbled, fumbling with a sock that was refusing to come off.
“Seriously, what happened?” Harry asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“It more than likely has something to do with that wonderful little vision you just had.”
Harry looked a bit shocked, what could have happened that had to do with Malfoy and Voldemort that would have made him so…ecstatic? Whatever it was, it needed to be dealt with and now. “What do you mean?”
“Well, my mother told me, and Mum Weasely about it, something to do with my Auntie Bella. She’s insane, you know, completely off her rocker, thinking the Dark Lord will marry her or something.” Harry listened intently, surprised to find that Draco would say a word against his family, even if it were true. “Apparently she heard my Mother and Father talking about our little situation, and now she’s run to You-Know-Who telling him all she knows, so of course Father was brought in for questioning and now….now it’s just a very bad situation.” Draco finished.
“What kind of bad situation?” Harry questioned sharply, there was no way in hell he was going to allow Malfoy to give him just that little bit of information.
“ I don’t know, Mother wouldn’t say, I don’t think she really knows all of it yet, as Father was just brought in this morning about three o’clock. Can’t say that I didn’t see this coming though, sooner or later he was bound to find out.” Draco let out a sigh and Harry came over to sit next to him on the bed.
“This…this is really dangerous, isn’t it?” Harry asked after a few moments.
“Yea,” Draco answered, sitting up. Harry looked up at Draco for a moment, feeling the tension between them and the intensity lurking in those steely grey eyes. Slowly, Harry leaned up and softly touched his lips to Draco’s instantly feeling a response from those ever so soft lips. The kiss broke shortly afterwards, leaving both boys breathless. They then climbed into bed, where they slept until some one came in to wake them for lunch.
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“Fred! George! Will you please get that thing off of Ron’s trunk?!” Molly screamed in exasperation at her twins. Honestly, they knew how stressed she got on this day!
This day being the day she had to send off two of her children and two of her surrogate children off to school for months at a time. Molly sighed, as something went whizzing past her head and George-or was that Fred?- chased after it.
The rest of the summer had passed quickly after Narcissa’s visit, with no other reported incidents. Dumbledore hadn’t been back to update the boys, or anyone for that matter, on the status of their bonding, and in truth Harry had been a bit glad, sometimes ignorance really was bliss. He, Ron, Hermione, and Draco had played Quiddtich, Wizarding Chess, helped Molly clean, and a whole bunch of other things. They only thing that had really bothered Harry in that time was the absence of his Godfather and Remus.
One night Snape had shown up and said that he needed Remus and Sirius to go out on a mission for the Order, ever since he hadn’t heard so much of a peep from the to and it was beginning to gnaw at the back of his mind. Other than that there was the Malfoy thing, which had seemed to escalate and then just plateau off, not that Harry was complaining.
No, really he wasn’t.
And now they were headed back to Hogwarts where he would have to explain to the entire school why he and Draco couldn’t be separated for long periods of time at the moment. Great, just bloody, great. Harry really hated explaining himself to people.
“Harry, mate, c’mon, Mum’s got the car ready!” Ron called up the stairs.
“Be down in just a minute!” He yelled back. Harry was just finishing putting he final things into his trunk. Harry looked around his room, ‘This,’ he thought, ‘this is my home.’ He grinned madly at the thought of him and Sirius finally living together, Harry would get a job, he didn’t know where, but he’d get a job and defeat the Dark Lord and then Sirius wouldn’t have to hide anymore!
He suddenly felt a small pull on his wrist, and the slight tingle of the Vow as though it had heard his thoughts and decided to remind him of it’s place. ‘That’s right,’ he remembered, ‘Malfoy will be here too.’ Just then the blonde decided to make an appearance.
“Are you ready?” Draco asked, and Harry couldn’t help be feel he meant more than just leaving for school.
“I’m not so sure,” Harry replied, and Draco stepped into the room.
“Well, what could you possibly need? We’ve gotten all our books, you’ve packed, I checked your trunk to make sure you remembered your trainers,” Draco ticked off on his fingers, “And you didn’t remember them, you’ve got your robes, book bag, toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo, which I’d actually prefer if you left behind, it makes you’re hair smell all coconutty-” Draco stopped when Harry burst out laughing, “What the bloody hell are you laughing at, Potter?”
“You! You’d think you were my mum or something!” Harry giggled.
“Well, excuse me for trying to be kind!” Draco huffed.
“No, no, thank-you, Malfoy, I really do appreciate you looking out for me.” Harry smiled, and Draco felt his cheeks begin heat up a little.
“Yea, no problem,” Draco mumbled, “C’mon, let’s go.” With that Draco left the room, Harry following and wandlessly levitating his trunk behind them.
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The ride to Kings Cross station had been overactive, to say the least, with the car magically enlarged to be comfortable for all Fred and George had decided it would be fun to play a prank on everyone since they hadn’t been allowed to see everyone off. Half way through the drive the car suddenly began to rumble and shake, then slowly it got a little smaller and a little smaller and then bam! It was smaller than a Mini Cooper. Ron had yelped when Ginny had fallen into his lap, as she had tried to move to get Harry’s elbow out of her stomach. When the car had gotten even smaller Harry had shifted a bit, before it went into over drive small time, causing Harry to sit right on top of Draco.
It was then they twins had decided to Apparate right in to the car. Mrs. Weasely was already having a fit over the entire, suddenly seeing her twin sons plop on the laps of five people in a moving car didn’t do much for her nerves.
“FRED! GEORGE! I WILL WING YOUR NECK WHEN WE GET HOME!” She shouted, the twins just laughed resizing the car to even larger than before. When they had finally made it to the station Harry pulled Draco to the side.
“Malfoy, we can’t walk in there together,” Harry stated.
“Well, of course not you dimwit, no one can know about us,” Draco replied. For some reason, the fact that he agreed irked Harry. What was so wrong with him that Malfoy didn’t want to be seen with him? “Listen, you go on ahead, and I’ll follow a few minutes behind. When you board the train find on empty compartment and lock the doors, I’ll knock three times when I’m done with my meeting.”
‘Oh, that’s right, Malfoy and Hermione were Head Boy and Girl,’ Harry thought. He’d forgotten about that, now he’d have to sit in a compartment by himself for awhile before anyone would come talk to him, as Ron had a prefect meeting.
“Right, sure,” Harry answered. Then as though forgetting something he quickly began to pat himself down. Where was his wand? Mrs. Weasely had given it back to him and Draco that morning. He heard Draco sigh.
“It’s in your back, left pocket, Potter.” Harry patted his bum and sure enough there was his wand. “You’d loose your head if it wasn’t attached,” Draco continued.
Harry grinned, “Sometimes I can’t even find it then.” Draco groaned.
“Just get going, Potter!” Draco shoved him in the direction of the magical wall that held platform 9¾. Harry walked away laughing, and then spotted Ron and Hermione waiting for him.
“Where’s Malfoy?” Hermione asked, pushing Harry’s loaded trolley towards him.
“He’s going to follow behind, so people don’t suspect,” Harry answered and Ron nodded in agreement.
“You’d never be able to live it down if people found out you had to be bonded to the Ferret.”
“Ron! Don’t call him that!” Hermione whacked him on the arm. Ron looked indignant before becoming sheepish by the glare Hermione sent him. “Let’s go.”
One, two, three onto the platform they went. Harry petted Hedwig a bit before letting her go into the compartment where they kept all the other owls. After that, they boarded the train and parted ways.
Harry began looking for compartment options, realising that most people had already found one of their own.
“Harry!” Neville called when he accidentally opened his compartment door.
‘Shit!’ Harry thought, Neville was his friend, but he couldn’t sit with him this year, “Neville! How are you, mate?”
“Just fine Harry, me and Gran planted a huge garden over the summer, you should really see it! Come in, sit down.” Neville ushered, it was then that Harry noticed the other occupants of the compartment; Ginny, Loon-Luna Lovegood, Padma Patil, and Ernie Macmillan
“Oh, it seems a bit crowded in here…and uh…I” Harry really was having trouble coming up with something to say, in a desperate attempt he looked, pleadingly, at Ginny.
Ginny rolled her eyes but said, “Harry’s got to finish something and needs to concentrate, it’d be too noisy in here.”
“Right,” Neville said, looking slightly crestfallen, “Well, see you later, Harry!”
“See you!” Harry closed the compartment door and walked guiltily to the back of the train, upon finding an empty apartment he cast a few locking charms and flopped onto the seat.
Harry really hated lying to his friends, he also hated keeping things from them, it’s not what he liked to do with his life. He sat their, brooding about his life until there were three hard ponds on the door.
“Harry!” Ron’s muffled voice called, Harry let him in and the red head sat. “Jeez, why’d you have to come all the way back here?”
“How’d you know I was in here?” Harry asked.
“Malfoy told me that you’d be in a locked compartment, and here we are.” Ron shrugged.
“Oh, Hermione and he still having a meeting?”
“Yea, it was bloody boring, that was.” Ron described his meeting to Harry and son the other two were joining them. They talked for awhile until Hermione realised that it was time to put their robes on. After that, the tension was so great no one cared to make any kind of sound.
When they arrived at Hogwarts Draco hung back and let the Trio go first stating that he’d see Harry after the feast so they could ‘charge up’ on one another. Though they had spent most of their time together, the Vow seemed to think that they could only be more than 50mt away for about four hours before the tugging started. The longer the distance the shorter the time.
When they made it into the castle they all headed straight to their tables, as soon as everyone had sat down Dumbledore stood.
“Welcome, boys and girls, new and old, I would like to announce that he Sorting begins now.” A cheer went up and McGonagall set the hat on it’s customary stool.
“Alright, alright, quiet down!” The hat yelled, “Now it’s my time to tell you all a little something.” With that the hat started to sing
“A change amongst has come
And before all is said and done
The two affected won’t be the only ones
Darkness rises and darkness falls
Ignorance will be the death of us all
They tell you Pull on your masks and shed your light
Now is the time to join the fight!
Pick and choose
What have you got to lose?
Pick and choose
Pick and choose
Now is the time
To cower would be a crime!
Get your friends and make some more!
WAKE UP PEOPLE WE’RE AT WAR!”
The hall was dead silent when the Sorting Hat finished, until on lone person began to clap, it was Dumbledore and soon the entire hall joined in. The sorting took place without a hitch, and when the feast began the murmurs did.
Everyone was wondering who the two affected were, only Harry, Hermione and Draco seemed to realise who it was.
“Harry, how do you think the Sorting Hat knows?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know, but it does live in Dumbledore’s office.”
“True,” Hermione agreed. Ron tried to say something through his mouthful of chicken but Harry paid him no mind, instead he shot a look over at the Slytherin tables, his eyes locking with Draco’s. Draco nodded discreetly, showing that he did know something was off. When the Feast was over McGonagall come over to Harry.
“Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office now.” Harry watched her go give Draco the same message.
“What do you think he wasn’t to walk about?” Ron asked.
“Probably just bond stuff,” Harry said shuffling out of the hall. Harry met Draco at the bottom of the stairs and they ascended together in silence. When they reached he gargoyle guarding the door Harry began to name off various candy.
“Blood Pops,” Draco said after four failed attempts from Harry. Harry looked at the blonde and got a smirk in return.
“Harry, Draco, so good to see you,” Dumbledore smiled, “Lemon Drop?”
“No thanks,” They declined in unison.
“Ah, well, no matter,” He began, “Listen boys, there are a few things we need to go over, but firstly, how far part can you be?”
“Not far,” Draco answered.
Dumbledore sighed, “I was afraid of that, I’ve prepared a room for you two then, I assume you’ll still need to share a bed, so there’s only one.”
“Wait, we have to share a room?” Harry asked, a little annoyed.
“Well, yes, the dungeons are quite far from the Gryffindor tower. Which brings me to my next point, you cannot tell anyone about this. I know that Miss Granger, Miss Weasely, and Mr. Weasely already know but no one else.”
“Wait, why can’t I tell any of my friends?” Draco asked. He was met with twin stares of ‘Are you seriously asking that?’ “Oh, right, sorry.”
“Until the upcoming threat is vanquished the danger is too great.”
“Uh, sir? Voldemort already knows about this.” Harry interjected.
“I know, but we don’t need any of his followers thinking they should try something to gain favour with him.” Dumbledore answered. “Now, I think it’s time you two get to your rooms, you have a busy day tomorrow.” With that Dumbledore stood and ushered them out of the room.
They were lead to the 7th floor corridor by McGonagall their room’s door was a large portrait of what seemed to be a Japanese vampire.
“Password?” He hissed seductively, Harry thought fleetingly about how beautiful the vampire was and wondered what it would be like to touch him.
“Vow,” McGonagall stated, the vampire smiled, showing off his fangs and swung himself open. “That was Sir Yamiko, please don’t make him angry.” She informed them.
The room was like a small apartment, there was a living room with a couch and chair, a bathroom with a large tub and shower, bedroom with an extra large four poster and two desks and done entirely in neutrals. Harry thought maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad.
“Ugh, who came up with this colour scheme?” Correction, living here would probably turn out to be hell.
“Well, I’ll be off now, you two should get settled in and prepare for tomorrow. Oh! Here is your schedule.” She handed Draco, who was closest a piece of parchment.
“Where’s mine?” Harry asked.
“Here,” Draco answered, “We have he same classes.” He sounded rather despondent.
“Really?”
“Yes, so you two best be on your toes at all times, let no one even suspect. Like the sorting hat said, we’re at war.”
A/N: So, I’d like to apologise for being so late with this chapter. My computer died and took everything with it, it was rather depressing. So, tell me what you think of this chapter, rather a let down wasn’t it? Yes, I know.