Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ unbreakableBOND ❯ Making Room ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
A/N: I don’t own Harry Potter.
OI!!!: So, what shall I say here? Haven’t the foggiest.

Chapter Six: Making Room

Draco was awakened by a loud ringing coming from his left. He rolled over in an attempt to get it to quiet itself or make it so at least he couldn’t hear it. “Potter,” he groaned, “Turn that thing off.”

“Malfoy,” Harry spoke in a sleepy voice, “You need to get up.”

Draco groaned before sitting up, upon taking in his surroundings he had to remember just where exactly he was. Noticing the boy in bed next to him, he felt a small surge of panic. How was he going to explain to all of Slytherin why he wasn’t sleeping in the dorm? Or why neither was Harry Potter? It was bound that someone would notice that Potter didn’t sleep in his dorm either, and Draco knew that he would be questioned. You put two and two together and you get four. Draco severely hoped all of Slytherin forgot how to add.

Sighing, Draco untangled himself from the sheets and stood. Harry was still laying bed, groaning about something or other. The blonde made his way into the bathroom to shower. By the time he came out Harry had fallen back asleep.

“Potter, today is the first day of classes, so unless you’d like to attend them in those hideous plaid pyjama pants and disgustingly red shirt I suggest you get it up,” Draco informed him.

Harry sat up quickly, his hair going in every which direction, squinting to see without his glasses. Draco couldn’t help but thinking about how cute he looked like that. Suddenly he burst out with a, “Shit!” then bolted into the bathroom. Draco chuckled at the Gryffindors antics before sitting down on the couch in the other room.

Harry came out less than five minutes later, looking sloppy, but read none the less. “C’mon, Malfoy, we have to get going.” Harry started for the door.

“Yes, well, we would have left along time ago if someone hadn’t fallen back to sleep.” He grumbled. “But, before we leave, we need to go over a few things.”

Harry turned to face the blonde, a serious look on his face. “Like what?”

“Like the fact that everyone is going to want to know why neither of us is sleeping in our dorms,” Draco stated, and Harry looked a little panicked.

“I hadn’t though of that,” Harry admitted.

“Luckily, I have. You are going to tell people that you can’t sleep in your dorm anymore because You Know Who has been a bit more active of late, and that it’s safer for everyone if you stay secluded for awhile.”

“And you?” Harry questioned.

“I’m going to tell people that my Father thought it was best if I didn’t stay in the dorm this year,” Draco answered.

“And if they ask why?”

“I’ll tell them it’s none of their fucking business.” With that Draco strode towards the portrait hole where Harry was waiting. “You go down first, I’ll follow.”

“Why are you always following?” Harry grumbled opening the door.
“Because you love playing the leader.” Harry looked indignant for a second before he felt Draco’s hands on his shoulders. “Come here,” Draco breathed, bending down.

Harry let his lips melt into Draco’s, he dropped his bag as the blonde moved his arms down to wrap around the others waist. It was a long kiss with, Harry’s hands in Draco’s hair and Draco’s hands running up and down Harry’s body.

When the broke apart Harry asked in a breathy voice, “What was that for?”

Draco smirked and said, “Luck.”

Draco came down exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds after Harry. Draco knew this because he had cast a Tempus. Upon entering the Great Hall he noticed all eyes turn slowly onto him, there was a brief pause in conversations before everyone went back to what they were doing, everyone but the Slytherins.

“Seems word has gotten around,” Draco mumbled, striding to his seat. Crabbe and Goyle were on the other side of the table and Blaise and Pansy were on either side of him. Draco realised that they had set that up for him as an ambush.

“Good morning, Draco,” Pansy greeted as he sat.

“Good morning.” He nodded to the group. He picked up a piece of toast and began buttering it. Draco silently appraised the others at the table. None of them seemed to be too interested in him at the moment but that was probably because they were waiting, teasing him.

Draco couldn’t let them think that he was at all unawares, so when he caught Blaise staring at him, discreetly, he called him out. “Zabini.” Was all he said.

Everyone turned their full attention to Draco, and Blaise asked bluntly, “Where were you last night?”

Draco leisurely took a sip of juice before answering, “In my room.”

“And where is this room located?” Pansy asked. “Because it certainly isn’t in the dorm.”

“No, it’s not,” Draco replied, then bit into a piece of toast to signal that the conversation was over.

Pansy took the hint and started in on a new topic, “So, why do you think that all our required classes are with Gryffindor?” She looked only at Draco when asking but he didn’t say a word. After that Blaise and Pansy got into a conversation while Draco just sat there, looking indifferent.

At one point during breakfast Draco caught Granger looking at him oddly, he shot her a regal glance and she turned back around to speak to the rest of the trio.

The first class of the day was Charms, and it was incredibly boring. Draco had learned the charm Flitwick was teaching when he was, seven, his father letting him practise with an unregistered wand. Such was the life of the son of a Death Eater.

When Charms ended, with most of the class soaking wet and some of them with snow in their hair, it was on to Herbology.

However, it was the last class of the day that had Draco worried. It was double potions and Snape always paired up people from different houses. Draco really needed to be paired with Harry, it was the only option at this point. Even though they’d been close all day, they hadn’t actually touched.

It was beginning to ware on him, and Draco could tell it was on Harry too. The Gryffindor hadn’t managed to be to stealthy during lunch. In fact, he had sat there and stared at Draco throughout the entire thing, Hermione tried to get him to eat more than once but it was to no avail.

“Sit, all of you,” Snape growled as he swept into the room. “Now, today we are going to be brewing a complicated healing salve designed for dragon burns. Directions are on the board, you have two hours. Now, partners; Zabini, Granger; Weasely, Parkinson; Goyle, Longbottom; Tetra, Crabbe; Malfoy, Potter;” After that Draco didn’t bother to pay attention. All he could focus on was the dark haired boy practically running to sit next to him.

“Eager?” Draco asked when Harry sat down next to him.

“Oh, shut, up, I know you felt it, too,” Harry replied, leaning on Draco.

“Get away,” Draco hissed, although he really didn’t want Harry to move, it felt too nice just like this. “Now is not the time.”

“I know, we just both needed that.” Harry pulled away then and stood to go grab the ingredients.

About an hour into it, the potion had to simmer and Draco started listening to what was going on around him. Pansy and Ron were behind them, and they had just started the waiting stage as well.

“Harry,” Ron whispered.

“What is it Ron?” Harry didn’t turn around to face the red head, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on Snape.

“Are you going to stop tonight?” Ron asked. Draco only wondered for a second what the ambiguous question was referring to, but that second was too late.

“Stop where?” Harry asked.

“By the dorm.” Shit. Draco felt Pansy’s eyes on his back, instantly. He did nothing, instead kept to his task of watching the potion boil.

“Oh, er…I don’t know, I’ll see if I can,” Harry replied and Draco thanked any higher power he could think of that Harry had answered so well and not once had shot Draco any kind of glance.

“Alright.” Ron went back to watching the potion boil. The rest of the class went off without a hitch, only with Goyle and Neville’s potion completely exploding, covering them and the people behind them with a layer of sticky purple goo. Most people realised that Goyle had done that on purpose, almost anyone in the vicinity saw him add more Threstral blood, everyone except for Snape that is.

Neville got some very cutting remarks and 20 points, Goyle got 10 points. Draco kind of felt sorry for the kid.

Kind of.

Just before class ended Draco handed Harry a small piece of parchment. Written on it were the directions for how Harry was to get back to their room. Harry would walk with his friends to Gryffindor Tower, saying he would visit now that all that was out in the open, and once there he’d say he didn’t feel well go into the nearest loo and cast a disillusionment charm.

Draco was just going into the nearest toilet and putting Harry’s invisibility cloak. Of course, Harry had no idea Draco had it, but after this time Harry would surely want to use it after this. The bell rand and Snape waved them all out with contempt. One would think the man hated kids or something.

“Draco!” Pansy was beside the blonde in an instant, “We need to talk.”

“No, actually, we don’t.” Draco didn’t even look down, just kept walking towards the staircase.

Excuse me?” Pansy hissed. “Draco, something is going on, you and I both know it. Don’t you dare try and make me go away, because I won’t.”

Draco really didn’t want to deal with her right now, all he wanted to do was go back to his room, lay down and hold Harry for about forever.

Not because he wanted to hold Harry, only because holding Harry would make him feel better. Well, better because, you know, the bond and oh bloody hell you know what he means!

Draco held his head for a moment, trying to think. He had to get away from Pansy without it looking like he was desperate for an exit. Hell, for all he knew she already knew about the bond and all this was futile. However, he supposed that would have been impossible, for one thing she would have dropped a hint by now, for another, her father had been out of the Inner Circle for awhile after a her brother refused to take the Mark and fled to India.

“Pansy, I don’t have time for this, I have to get going.” Draco was pleading to Merlin that she’d just let it go, just walk away or something.

“Draco, don’t think this gets you off the hook.” She gave him on last appraising look before turning on her heel and walking in the opposite direction. Draco let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and walked into the nearest loo.

Upon arriving at his room and shedding the invisibility cloak, Draco asked Sir Yamiko if Harry had arrived yet, when he informed him that he hadn’t Draco told the vampire that he was going to change the password now and that when Harry came to let him know.

“And what would you like to change the password to?” Sir Yamiko asked, in a sweet voice.

“Amo cruor.” ()

Sir Yamiko looked surprised, then smiled, “Excellent.” With that the portrait door swung open.

Draco set his things on the ground with a ‘thump’ then made his way towards the bedroom to re-stash Harry’s cloak. He the lay down on the bed to wait for Harry.

It seemed that being so close to one another throughout all of Potions had really helped, as the nagging feeling on Draco’s wrist was minimal, if at all.

Good, Draco thought, Maybe Potter will stay with his friends for awhile and I can think this thing through.

This ‘thing’ being how to stay on top with the Slytherins without having to be with them all the time, the last thing Draco and he had to admit, Harry, needed was the whole of the Slytherin house looking for every chance they got to mess with the two. Draco really didn’t want to think what he’s father would say about him falling to the depths of the social ladder because he didn’t know how to be sneaky enough.

Besides, Draco knew first hand what would happen to him if he were to fall and bring Harry with him. The end results could be fatal and had been before.

Of course that had been made to be look completely accidental, self inflicted, actually, but Draco had known the truth, just kept his mouth shut.

Draco, sighed, it had been five minutes since he arrived and Potter was a no show. Oh well, he’d just work on his homework.

It was dinner time and Harry still hadn’t shown up, Draco had finished an essay and three worksheets. Figuring Harry would just show up at dinner Draco went down, telling Sir Yamiko that if Harry arrived early from dinner that he could just bloody well wait for Draco to get back.

Upon his entrance to the Great Hall Draco noted that Harry was already there, and looking rather anxious. That was probably because the nagging had come back full force in the last ten minutes, and Draco decided then that he would take his sweet time about eating.

“Draco,” Pansy greeted as he sat.

“Pansy, Blaise,” He nodded at each of them, but didn’t bother with Crabbe or Goyle as they were to interested in their food to have noticed.

“So, Draco, where were you off to this afternoon?” Pansy asked after a few moments.

“In my rooms, doing homework.”

“Oh? Can’t even come down to visit us now that you’ve got a privet room? What, dungeons not good enough for you?” Blaise asked, malice lacing his tone.

Draco stared at the Italian boy for a moment, a strange look on his face, “Blaise, please rephrase that question so I can offer you a more suitable answer.”

Blaise looked confused and turned to Pansy for help, only to find her face mirroring Draco’s.

“What?” He asked finally.

“Blaise, sweetie, are the dungeons really good enough for anyone?”

A red tint coated his cheeks as he looked away in embarrassment, Draco smirked at him and went back to his food. A moment later the cocky Italian was back, and was taking no prisoners.

“Whatever you knew what he bloody fuck I meant!”

“Zabini, why would you even ask such a question to me? I’m a Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake!”

“That’s a yes then?!” Blaise growled.

“What do you think?! And it’s not like everyone at this table doesn’t secretly think the same damn thing, any self respecting pure blood would.”

“Boys,” Pansy interrupted but she was ignored.

“No, self respecting pure bloods know their limits! Self respecting pure bloods acknowledge those more powerful than them! Your father knows this, you’re the only one who doesn’t!” Blaise hissed.

Draco felt a white hot fury wash over him at Blaise’s words, how dare the slimy little git think he can talk to him that way?

“Despite my fathers actions, Malfoy’s do not bow to others. In the eyes of my ancestors my father is a disgrace to our name, and in my eyes you’re no better than him.” Draco hisses out in a whisper only he, Blaise and Pansy could hear. “Blindly following some fool around, doing anything he wishes and for what? He’ll kill you anyway, you’re just useless to him after you’ve done your tour around London. Get over yourself, Zabini, you’re nothing, nothing. And you never will be.” With that Draco pushed his plate away and made to stand.

“The Dark Lord will have your head, Malfoy, mark my words.”

“Yes, and it will be right next to yours.” Draco left the Great Hall in a flurry of robes. He could feel the Vow pulling at him like no tomorrow, but he didn’t care, all he cared about was going up to his room and taking a nice long, relaxing bath, hen going to bed and sleep for an obscene amount of time.

The blonde entered the nearest bathroom and cast the disillusionment charm on himself then made his way back up to the 7th floor.

“Password?” Sir Yamiko smiled, showing off his fangs.

“Amo cruor.”

“Shall I inform you when the young Potter arrives?”

“Please; I’ll be in the bath.” Draco stepped through and went about shedding his clothes on his way to the bathroom. He had his pants off when Sir Yamiko appeared in a bathroom portrait to tell him Harry was outside.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a second, please.” After that he promptly placed a silencing charm around the bathroom, filled the tub with practically scalding hot water and sank in. A few minutes later the vampire appeared again to tell Draco that Harry was getting very impatient.

Draco waved the living dead man off and told him the same thing as before. The portrait Sir Yamiko was in was facing Draco’s back, so he missed the cruel smile that graced the vampires face.

The blonde plunged deeper into the water, so only his eyes and up were above the water. Draco scanned the waters surface, then moved his hand up to create little ripples in the water. He smiled at the childish act, something he’d always done.

A second later Draco felt a surge of magic and then the bathroom door flew open, reveling a very pissed off Harry Potter.

“You!” Harry shouted, pointing his finger at Draco.

“Draco Malfoy,” Draco replied lazily, and pointed at his chest. Harry’s eyes flashed with something akin to rage, and Draco felt a shiver go down his back.

“Urgh!” And all of a sudden Draco found himself with a lap full of wet, angry Gryffindor. “What the bloody hell was that?!” Harry shook Draco’s wet shoulders, violently. His legs were placed on either side of Draco, and his robes were floating behind him.

“What the bloody hell was that?! What the bloody hell is this?! Get out of my bath!” Draco pushed at Harry’s chest.

“Not until you tell me why the fuck you changed the password, and why you were so angry when you left dinner!”

Draco let out a bit of a growl and rolled his head to the side to look at the wall for a second then turned back to Harry with an icy glare, “Do you have your shoes on in my bath?! I swear to Merlin if you have your shoes on in my bath I’ll-”
“Shut up! I don’t have my shoes on in your bath!” Harry yelled cutting him off. “Now, why did you change the password without telling me?”

“Jeez, Potter, it’s not that big of a deal! I just didn’t want McGonagall or anyone to just walk in here. You would have known that if you had been here earlier.” Harry looked away for a moment, guilty that he’d abandoned Draco earlier. “Now, would you be so kind as to get to the hell off of me and out of my bath?” Draco’s eyes sparkled with annoyance.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?!” Harry yelled, “First you go stomping out of dinner, mad as hell, like some one pissed in your bloody pumpkin juice, then you come here and take a fucking bath?! Not to mention you left me outside for about ten minutes while you took this stupid, dirty, rotten, bath! You think you can just-”

“Shut up!” Draco yelled, but Harry went on as if he’d never heard him.

“Lock yourself up when you get angry and lock me out, literally. Well, I have news for you- it’s not gong to bloody fly!”

“I said shut up!” Draco roared pushing Harry off of him and into the water. Harry’s entire body sunk and when he resurfaced, looking confused, his hair was plastered to his head and his robed clung to him like a second skin.

“Bloody hell!” Harry breathed, then proceeded to glare at the blonde. “What did you do that for?”

“Good question,” Draco answered, as he seriously pondered his sanity. Had he just considered Harry bloody Potter attractive, and had he just thought how nice it was to have said Potter on his lap? Had his mind just then supplied him with all kinds on luscious images of Harry on his back, knees and other obscene positions, a look of pure pleasure gracing that tanned face?

A look over at the Golden Boy confirmed that yes, he was.

“Take those robes off or get out,” Draco finally said. Harry looked at him for a moment, pondering. “What? You might as well, just stay in, the bath is certainly large enough for the both of us.”

“I guess you’re right,” Harry said after a long while, then began peeling away his clothing. He was halfway through when he stopped and looked at Draco and said, “Just don’t try and rape me.”

Draco smirked at that and replied, “You can’t rape the willing, Potter.”

Harry finished undressing in silence. “Igh, this water is cold!” Harry shivered, his naked body no fully exposed to the water.

“Well it wasn’t until you showed up and got it all cold with you bloody robes!” Draco picked up his wand and cast a quick heating spell over the water to bring it back it’s near burning temperature.

“So why did you come up here to sulk anyway?” Harry asked.

“I didn’t not come up here to sulk,” Draco replied in a whiny tone.

“Yes you did, tell me what happened in the Great Hall that got you so worked up.”

“It’s nothing, Potter, just let it be. Zabini and I exchanged a few words, that’s all.”

Harry looked hard into Draco’s face, before moving, ever so slowly over to the blonde. Draco watched Harry through calm eyes, noting how cautious the dark haired boy was, he didn’t move a muscle as Harry recreated there earlier position, with the Gryffindors legs on either side of Draco’s. Harry was careful not to let anything brush against each other below the surface of the water.

“Malfoy?” Harry breathed the question, letting his breath ghost over Draco’s lips. Draco didn’t answer, just leaned down and connected his mouth with Harry’s. In an instant the were a mess of wet limbs tangled together, hair threaded through long fingers, slick skin rubbing against skin, silky tongues caressing hot searching mouths, groins pressed together in a mad dash for release.

Draco felt Harry’s desperate need to get let go, trying to find the quickest way come. Even he must have realised that it was only the Vow that made them want this, that if he left his lust clouded daze he’d feel the excited tingling around his wrist.

Harry moaned into Draco’s mouth, loving the feel of the friction between them, it was a few moments latter that they both found release, lethargy and embarrassment quickly overtaking them.

Draco left the tub first, he got dressed and headed into their little common room. Ten minutes later Harry appeared, cheeks still tinted from one of a number of things.

They sat in silence, Draco reading, Harry working on his homework. Occasionally Harry would ask the answer to a question, but that was it. At about ten at night Draco spoke up for the first time in hours.

“I’m going down to the Slytherin common room tomorrow after classes.”

“Oh? Okay, I’ll just hang out in the tower. What are you going down there for?”

Draco shot him an icy glare and Harry shrank back a bit. “Besides the fact that my friends are there? Zabini and I have some business that needs to be cleared up if you must know.”

“You’re not going to fight him are you? Because I really can’t deal with you being expelled just now.”

“No, I’m not going to fight him. At least not physically, anyway.”

It had been two weeks since Harry and Draco’s little bathroom escapade. Since then touching was limited, thought they both still woke to find the other in their arms. This was dealt with quietly, whichever was awake would slowly, and carefully wriggle out of the other’s embrace, without the other waking.

Draco had been going to the Slytherin common room everyday since that fight with Blaise. He couldn’t allow the Slytherins to think he was vulnerable and therefore made it a point to lounge about on their couch and order the lower people about. When the time came, and it would, he would have any influence he needed over his house. He could make them walk straight into battle if he wanted to, hell he could make them all want to do Gryffindors if you want to know the truth.

However, with all this came a few small consequences. Harry was getting more and more worried about him, not in the motherly type worried but the you’re acting strange worried. Every time he came back from Slytherin he’d pace the floor trying to think up ways to out do Blaise who was growing a bit of supporters, mostly by fourth years who thought the were oh-so-cool. But there were a few sixth and seventh years among his posse.

The other downside was that there was less time for he and Harry to be in contact, which meant they were getting more and more tired as the days went by.

The vow was getting impatient, Draco could tell, but he just didn’t think they were ready enough for the bond. They rarely spoke to one another and when the did it was either insults or short. Nothing a healthy bond would be based upon. And while Draco felt it his utmost duty to make Harry’s life a living hell, at the moment he could not acknowledge that little plight. Even Draco knew what an unstable bond could do, the consequences were most likely near fatal. Draco wasn’t in so much need of revenge that he’d die before it got really fun.

And so this was life for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. It was rather unhealthy when one thought about it, Draco saw the looks Harry’s friend shot both of them, he felt Pansy’s worried stare burn into the back of his neck.

And when Draco looked up at the professors table and caught Dumbledore staring at him, that little twinkle in his eye just shining away, he knew that they didn’t have much time.


()-Okay, I don’t speak Latin so this was a translator, it’s supposed to say ‘Blood love’ but I haven’t the foggiest what it would literally translate into. So, if anyone speaks Latin and wants to tell me if I’ve messed it up, let me know! :D Also, Sir Yamiko’s name means Sir Darkness. There’s a reason why I added him to this story. A) I like vampires, B) I like Japanese vampires because they’re sexy and C) I didn’t want a knight or something on the door. Cliché.

A/N: Yay! I finished! I’m so excited! Woo! Okay, so what did you all think of the tub scene? I’ve been late again so I though I’d give you something to lust over. Keh. Okay, review!