Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ unbreakableBOND ❯ Enough ( Chapter 9 )

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unbreakableBOND

Chapter Nine: Enough

“Bond?” Harry repeated, eyes wide. Either he was having one serious delusion or Dumbledore wanted him and Draco to bond.

“Are you deaf?” Draco asked, “The man just said we have to bond.” He waved an arm at Dumbledore.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry answered half heartedly. He couldn’t deal with Malfoy’s mouth right now, not when something so serious was taking place. Harry looked at Dumbledore, pleading with his eyes to tell him that this was all a joke or maybe that he was dreaming. Merlin, please let Dumbledore tell him that he was dreaming! That he’d wake up and it’d be the day of his seventeenth birthday and all would be well, no
Malfoy, no vow, no bond, no nothing!

“I’m sorry, Harry, but I simply cannot let you two continue on like this,” Dumbledore said gravely, “It’s the only option right now, the two of you can barely stay awake and you keep collapsing, it’s just not conducive to your education or preparing for Voldemort.”

Harry turned his head and looked out the window at the Quidditch pitch, he didn’t want to be here anymore, he really needed a fly.

“When are we doing this?” Harry heard Draco ask.

“Tonight, at midnight,” Dumbledore replied, moving from behind his desk to escort the two to the door.

“You both will be excused from your classes for the next few days, so don’t worry about that, just focus on settling he bond down enough so that you can function. Draco, you know enough of bonding to inform Harry of the rituals, correct?”

“Yes, professor,” Draco answered, nodding his head.

“Good, I’ll see you two at 11:50, then, in the astronomy tower. You may bring along a friend or two if you like.” Dumbledore smiled and Harry could only glare in return as they left the room.

“What the bloody hell does he think this is?!” Harry ranted at the made their way down the stairs, “Some kind of fiesta?! And what the fuck was he smiling for, like it was some kind of joyous occasion that smiling should be called for! And we didn’t even get so much as a days notice! What-”

“Potter,” Draco cut him off, “Shut up, we knew this was going to happen from the start, it was only matter a time before we had to seal the meal or whatever.”

“Deal,” Harry corrected, “Just because I knew it was going to happen doesn’t mean I’m prepared for it! Why aren’t you freaking out? What, that excited about spending the rest of your life with me?”

“No, on the contrary, quite sickened,” Draco replied and Harry narrowed his eyes, “But I’m a Malfoy and we don’t “freak out,” ever.”

“Sorry, forgot Malfoys weren’t human for a second there!” Harry fumed turning away from the blond and grumbling under his breath about the unfairness of the world.

“Yes, well you’d do well to remember that in the future,” Draco responded, to which Harry shot him a “are you serious?” look. “So, would you like to hear about the bond rituals now or later?” Harry winced at the statement and Draco continued, “Or you can just be surprised, I’d like to see that.”
Harry glared, “Now then.”

“Well,” Draco began, “I assumed we’ll have a traditional ceremony, it’s more than likely called for with the way things have been set up. So, that means a complete bond, unfortunately.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked as the descended a flight of stairs.

“It means that we have to bond wholly. So, our souls, magic, and life will be bound together. To put it simply, I’ll have half of you and you’ll have half of me.”

“What? So, like you can control me and I can control you? I don’t think so.”

“No, it’s more like this, let’s say you’re off gallivanting around saving the world or some rubbish like that, well, your emotions are pretty high so let’s say you kill some werewolf that was about to attack a small child of some sort and you’re ecstatic. I’ll suddenly become happy, just because you are. Get it?”

Harry gulped and nodded, “Does that happen all the time? Like am I going to get sad when you stub your toe or something?”

“Only if the devil’s on my heels,” Draco answered, “If I stub my toe randomly you’ll just get a tingling sensation in the same toe.”

“What if I don’t have a toe?”

“What the hell, Potter?! What the bloody fuck kind of question was that?!”

“I’m just saying, what if I lose my toe in some horrible potions incident, I was lucky it was only my toe, they thought I might lose half my body,” Harry said gravely.

“You’re taking this incredibly well for someone who was just ranting about the unfairness of the world a few moments ago.” The blond eyed him warily.

“Well,” Harry said, “I figured I’d just fume after it happens. "Now, what about my toe?”

“I don’t know, and what the hell were you doing in potions to make you almost lose half your body but only end up missing a toe?”

“Don’t know, something with dragon blood,” Harry shrugged.

“Now, Potter, using dragon blood in potions is illegal, and it’s not like you’d know where to find it.”

“Well, I stole it from Snape,” Harry retorted.

“Yes, because Severus would just leave an illegal substance like dragons blood lying around for Harry Potter to come and snatch up.” Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s stupidity.

“No, I-”

“Potter!” Draco cut him off, “Are we really going to further this argument or shall I continue with my explanation?” Harry looked sheepish and nodded for Draco to continue. “Well, in this ceremony we’ll need to bind our magic first. Dumbledore will say the spell and our wands will unite our magic, from there the soul is bonded and then our life force, really.”

“Wait, does that mean if one of us dies the other one will?” Harry asked. If that’s how it was going to be you could just count Harry out, contract be damned!

Draco’s mouth turned a little, in a scowl, “Not really, not physically anyway. More as if a piece of you is missing, and actually it is.”

“Oh, how romantic! You’ll complete me,” Harry said in mock adoration, making a little heart with his fingers.

“Well, at least your sense of humour hasn’t gone yet,” Draco muttered. “Anyway, I don’t really know what will happen after the bond is completed, I suppose we’ll be tired, seeing is that’s how all curses binding two people together seem to work.” He glared off into the distance.

They reached the entrance to find the old woman dancing with some sort of knight, to the most Godawful music Harry had ever heard.

“Amo cruor!” Harry shouted at her, but she paid him no mind clapping and going along in a circle, “What the hell are the doing?!” He said to Draco.

The blonds lip curled as he answered, “Polka.”

Harry shook hi head and returned his gaze to the portrait, “Amo cruor!” He was in turn largely ignored, not liking that one bit he drew his wand and screamed, “Stupefy!” at the two dancing. They froze immediately, Harry blasted to record plaer behind them and started shouting once more.

“I have had a rather rough day, seeing as I am about to be bonded to someone I can hardly tolerate, and I could do without your Polka, so if you’d just open the bloody portrait before I open it myself it would be greatly appreciated!”

The blond next to him cast him a sidelong glance, “Well, there’s the bitching and moaning. Hey, Potter, are you bipolar?”

“Shut up,” He muttered and took the spell off the two paintings. The knight went running off in the other direction while the old woman swung open tersely.

“Tempus,” Draco cast and turned to Harry, “We’ve got about four and a half hours till it’s time. Would you like to mope here or find someone to shag? It could be your last you know.”

“Malfoy!” Harry cried, throwing a couch pillow at the blond.

“What? I’m just saying!” He wandered into their bedroom to get a book he’d been reading, all the while grumbling. “I guess that’s a mope, then!” He called from the bedroom.

“Sod off!”

Harry made his over the window he liked to sit by and think. Merlin, that’s all he’d been doing lately, thinking and sleeping. Maybe when this when they bonded things would get better, he could stop thinking so much and he wouldn’t be so tired anymore.

But then, he’d have other things to worry about, he supposed. Like Voldemort, God, he’d forgotten about Voldemort! What the bloody hell was he going to do? Especially now that Malfoy was attached to him like this! Who knows what could happen if, judging by anything the blond said, he died while the bond was still fresh!

What if Malfoy were to die, just because he had? That was not something he needed on his conscious, dead or alive.

“Potter,” Draco’s voice cut through his thoughts, “Make sure you get all your moping down now, because I won’t be dealing with it later.”

“For Merlin’s sake Malfoy, could you at least act a little concerned?!” Harry snapped.

“What is with you? Why do you care how I’m taking this?” Draco shot back.

“I care because it freaks me out that I’m the only one freaking out!” Draco gave the green eyed boy a look that clearly stated, ‘And how is that my problem…?’

“I told you, Potter, I don’t ‘freak out.’” Harry huffed and turned back to is window, having full intentions to ignore his soon to be bonded until said bonding took place. He was granted a few moments of blessed peace, until he heard the other boy sigh and stand. Harry turned to and found his face centimetres away from his own. Draco said nothing, only leaned in and let his lips brush across Harry’s in a reassuring manner.

Harry tilted his head slightly, pressing his lips harder into the blonds. Draco pressed back with renewed zeal before pulling back and looking Harry in the eye, “We’ll find a way to get over this.”

The Gryffindor watched as Draco headed into the bedroom his book in tow. They stayed in separate rooms for the rest of the night. Harry, doing homework to keep from thinking about the imminent situation and Draco alternating between reading and sleeping.

When it was time to leave, Draco found Harry asleep at his desk in the sitting room.

“Wha?” Harry answered groggily.

“C’mon, we have to get Granger and the Weasel,” Draco informed him.

“Oh,” Was all Harry said. “What about Parkinson?”

“I’ve already informed her, she’ll be there.”

Harry nodded and the two headed for the tower, they, well Harry, had decided to just get Ron and Hermione right before the ceremony as he didn’t think he could deal with the looks they’d send him all night. They’d no doubtingly want to stay with him before the ceremony so they were just going to rouse them right beforehand.

Harry handed Draco his invisibility cloak, so that if they were stopped on the way the person would just think Harry was going up for a visit. After hours, but if you knew Harry then you knew that was perfectly normal.

They walked silently until Harry voiced a thought, “Why do you think your father never told about this until your birthday?”


Through Harry couldn’t see Draco he knew the blond was frowning, “I don’t know, maybe he’d hoped to get around it somehow…”

“It’s just, obviously there was no one to tell me, as Dumbledore didn’t even know, but you’d think your father would want to prepare you for something like this…or at least tell Dumbledore. Maybe then we wouldn’t be so adverse to the idea, we might’ve gotten along.” Harry frowned sadly looking down at his feet.

“Yes, we might’ve…”

They came upon the fat lady and Harry told her the password. The two entered silently, noticing that no one was in the common room except for Ginny Weasley.

“Harry!” Ginny exclaimed, getting up and throwing her arms around the brunette, “What are you doing here?”

“I have some, er, business to attend to, would you mind going to get Hermione for me?”

Ginny pouted, “Couldn’t just come up to say hello? You haven’t in awhile. Say, where’s that ponce Malfoy?”

“Right here,” Draco said through gritted teeth, throwing off the cloak, “Now quit your blathering and go get Granger!”

Ginny glared and turned back to Harry. “Please, Gin?” He made his best puppy dog face and the red head giggled.

“All right.” With that she bounded up the stairs to get the muggle born genius.

“You stay here, I’ll go get Ron,” Harry said heading for the boys side. Harry entered as quietly as he could, not that it mattered as the room was so filled with snoring he could have screamed and one would have woken.

Harry sighed, he missed this, he missed lying in bed and cursing those who forgot to put up their silencing spell, he missed staying up late with his fellow Gryffindors playing Exploding Snap, or just talking, he missed….Merlin, he missed it all! The cinnamony smell of the tower, the plush red carpeting, the huge comfy couch, his cushy four poster, that only he slept in.

He missed be woken by the sound of Ron falling about of bed, or waking in the middle of the night to odd noises coming from Dean and Seamus’s beds, and most of all he missed just hanging out with his fellow Gryffindors where he could pretend, even for a moment that he wasn’t Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, he could be just Harry, just for that split second, he could pretend like everything was alright.

Harry sighed and opened the curtains to Ron’s bed. “Ron,” He whispered, “Ron, get up.”

“Hermione, do you have to be in the mood now? I’m trying to sleep,” Ron mumbled and Harry blushed at the image that came with that statement.

“Ron, I’m not Hermione, it’s Harry.”

“Harry, mate? What’re you doing here this time of night?” Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Did something happen?”

“Just get dressed and meet me down stairs,” Harry answered. He went back down to the common room where Hermione was standing looking a little more than lost. She was by herself even though Harry knew Draco was more than likely behind her.

“Harry? What’s going on? Ginny said Malfoy was here as well, he must’ve left.”

Harry only glared at the face that appeared behind Hermione, sticking its tongue out. “Malfoy,” Harry warned, Hermione turned but the blond was gone. “I’ll tell you when Ron comes down, but first, do you often sneak into Ron’s bed in the middle of the night?” Hermione turned bright red just as Ron came down the stairs.

“I hate you Ronald!”

Ron looked startled, “What did I do?” This is where Draco began to laugh, making Ron jump in surprise.

“Roooonnnnnn,” Draco wheezed out, “Roooonnnnaaalllddd Weaaaasssslllleeeyyy! You shall pay for what you’ve done!”

“Who’s there!?” Ron yelled bounding down the stairs.

“You shaallll paaayyy…” Ron screamed when an arm shot out and grabbed him around the neck.

“Malfoy, let him go,” Harry said, sighing. If this would be the rest of his life, shoot him now.

“Oh, Potter, you ruin all my fun, I was going to petrify him next.” Draco took off the cloak and glared at the green eyed boy.

“You bastard!” Ron screeched whapping at the blond, but never really hitting him. Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed Ron’s collar.

Draco ignored the little distraction and turned to Harry, “We have to go now.”

“C’mon you guys, I’ll explain on the way.”

The four headed out of the tower and started for the Astronomy tower, a quick walk away. As soon as they were out the door Hermione demanded explanation. Harry told them how they would be bonding tonight and about them taking a few days off of lessons.

“So soon?” Hermione gasped, “When I told Professor Dumbledore something had to be done I didn’t expect this!”

Draco whirled to face the bushy haired girl, “You! You’re the reason we have to bond tonight!” Ron, sensing danger, unconsciously moved an arm in front of the girl, who in turn stepped back a bit.

“I-I I just couldn’t stand by watching you two kill yourselves!” She explained.

“And how would you know? We were doing just fine! And now you went ahead and put your nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“Malfoy! Calm down, she didn’t mean it!” Harry interjected, putting a hand on Draco’s arm.

“What do you mean calm down? Weren’t you the one just yelling at me for being calm? Weren’t you the one just freaking out over this! And now when you find out it was your bloody friend that caused it it’s suddenly okay!? Tell me, what would you have said if it had been Pansy!?”

“Parkinson knows?” Hermione asked.

“Why the hell would you tell her?” Ron questioned, wrinkling his nose.

“What!?” Draco barked, “I can’t have friends!? You think just because you’re part of the fucking Golden Trio you get to be privy to everything? That other people aren’t allowed to be involved? This, this is why I fucking hate you pe-”

Draco was cut off by a yelp from Harry.

“Harry!” Both Ron and Hermione moved to their friend. Draco doubled over and tried to move the two Gryffindors aside. Harry glared as they paid Draco no mind and pushed them out of the way. Grabbing on to Draco’s arm they pulled themselves into a half embrace, Harry’s head resting on Draco’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Harry breathed, “You’re right.”

“It’s fine, I understand,” Draco answered kissing the side of Harry’s head. Suddenly Harry felt like crying, why was Draco being so understanding all of a sudden? Where was the arrogant boy who refused to be wrong, who felt that the world was one big injustice to him? “Let’s go.” Draco’s voice broke through Harry’s inquiring thoughts, and he quelled his tears.

Harry lifted his head and grabbed Draco’s hand and they began walking again.

“It’s like…” Ron began, but couldn’t finish.

“I know,” Hermione answered, she had seen what Ron was trying to say and knew the red head (Or herself) would be able to put it into words. She nodded to Ron and they walked after the two boys.

They reached the Astronomy Tower and were greeted by Dumbledore, Pansy and Lucius Malfoy.

“Hello, you’re just in time,” Dumbledore smiled.

“Father?” Draco looked to the elder Malfoy, silently asking him why he was there. Harry sensed Draco stiffen, weather with nervousness or fear he couldn’t tell.

“Draco,” The man nodded, “Professor Dumbledore thought it would be best for at least one of the guardians to be here, unfortunately neither Black nor Lupin could make it.” Harry looked between Lucius's and Dumbledore’s faces seeing no hint of how his Godfathers were faring off on their mission.

“Oh,” Was all the blond boy said.

Harry looked at his counterpart and back to Malfoy. Harry could tell now, it wasn’t fear or nervousness; it was anger, at what Harry didn’t know.

“Well,” Dumbledore’s raspy voice filled the room, “Harry, before we get started I want you to know that Sirius and Remus are on their way back, but they couldn’t make it for this, I haven’t informed them of this, I thought you’d like to do it yourself, they should be here within the week.”

“Thank you professor,” Harry said, nodding a bit.

“Professor,” Hermione began, but stopped, not sure she should continue her question.

“Hermione, whatever it is you need to know will become clear with time,” Dumbledore answered. She shook her head and allowed the old man to continue. “Let’s begin the ceremony.”

Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Pansy, and Lucius made a circle around the two and Dumbledore instructed, “Please, take out your wands and press their tips together, Draco in your right hand and Harry in your left, now intertwine your fingers.” The two did as they were instructed and the ends of their wands began to glow.

“Wand of Hawthorn, wand of Holly, yield my will,” The shone a blinding white, “Core of Unicorn, core of Phoenix, combine!” Silver light shot out of both wands, spiralling around around one another, clashing ever so slightly before intertwining almost merrily and shooting up above their heads where they stayed.

“Magic bound with the utmost care, stay and help combine the masters of thee.” The sliver light of their magic came down to dance between the two. “Harry repeat after me, I Harry Potter here do bind myself, body and soul to Draco Malfoy.”

Harry looked at Dumbledore and then around the room and noticed that everyone had their wands out and that a blue light was coming out of each one. The light was circling continously around Harry and Draco. Harry shook his head around wildly and the circling light around them picked up causing a little wind to play around the room.

“Harry,” Dumbledore signalled.

Harry started to breath heavily, his insides turn in on themselves, his vision was blurring. He felt bile rise in the back of his throat and choked it back.

“Harry!” Dumbledore barked and the blue light got brighter and picked up more speed, causing a few papers around the room to rustle. Harry realised this must have been old magic, very old magic used on unwilling participants no doubt; he wondered how he never notice everyone cast the spell in the first place.

“For Merlin’s sake Potter!” Malfoy snapped.

“Yes, for Merlin’s sake, Potter…or your own!” A voice sounded around Harry, he started and looked to his left and then right. “Come on, Potter, aren’t you just dying to become a Malfoy? Wouldn’t you just love being bonded to a future Death Eater? We could become the best of friends, Harry!”

“No!” Harry screamed to no one in particular and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Harry!” Hermione screamed, about to break formation when Dumbledore called her back.

“Just imagine it Harry, having a nice quiet dinner at your in-laws, with their lord and master, me, and you as the main course! I’m sure Draco wouldn’t be adverse to me killing off his bonded so soon, after all who would want to be bonded to you? A blood traitor, a half blood, a disgrace to the wizarding world! Tell him Harry, tell him how you bind yourself to the Malfoy name!”

“No! Shut up, shut up!” Harry felt the grip on his right hand tighten and someone was yelling in the background.

“Harry! Tell them!”

“Harry!”

“Harry!” Harry’s eyes shot open and the room was filled with wind of hurricane force, the blue light had turned neon like electric and swirled manically around them. Harry turned frantically to Dumbledore.

“Voldemort?” He asked.

“Yes!” Harry screamed back, the wind roaring in his ears, “Am I…am I to become a Malfoy?”

Dumbledore’s face fell, and nodded gravely, a guilty twinkle in his eyes. Harry’s face set and he turned to look at Draco who had an odd expression on his face.

“Don’t keep them waiting Harry, maybe as soon as you’re bonded I’ll have Draco kill you right there! He’s not much good for anything else…although I should probably have marked him before he came back to school this year, pity really, I’ll have to wait a bit. Too bad Lucius’s occlumency is so strong I could have him do it, I could always try anyway..Kekehehe…”

“Harry.” Someone else whispered and the neon magic that surrounded them crackled. Harry looked at the source of the voice and found himself staring into startling quicksilver pools; Harry noted that the blue tunnel around them made Draco’s eyes sparkle beautifully from the reflected light.

Draco leaned down; eyes closed and rested his forehead against Harry’s, and sighed. He gripped Harry’s hand, opened his eyes he looked straight at Harry, and said, “What did I tell you earlier?”

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, not knowing what the blond was speaking of.

“I told, I said ‘We’ll find a way to get over this’ and we will.”

Harry stared up into Draco’s eyes and said, “But, my family name.”

“It can‘t be helped now.”

“My only connection with my parents…” Harry tried, ignoring the increasing velocity of the blue magic.

“Oh, no, you have Black and Lupin for that, we can’t change it now,” Draco tried.

“He wants you to kill me; he says that’s the only thing you’re good for. That he just might have your dad do it,” Harry almost sobbed.

“I won’t, and neither will my father,” Draco told him matter of faculty.

“B-”

“Harry,” Draco whispered, “Trust me.”()

Harry let out a strangled noise and said, “I Harry Potter here do bind myself, body and soul to Draco Malfoy.”

The magic around the instantly subsided but still roared rather violently.

“Draco, repeat after me, I Draco Malfoy here do bind myself, body and soul to Harry Potter.”

Draco looked Harry straight in the eyes and said, “I Draco Malfoy here do bind myself, body and soul to Harry Potter.”

A stream of golden light creped out of their chests twirling as one, before a red light followed, it repeated the process. Both lights and the silver one of magic raced towards the ceiling where the combined in a swirling uzumaki pattern, then came down between the two and spilt itself in half. The red and golden light returned side by side into Harry’s and Draco’s chest, while the silver light shot back into the wands.[]

The blue magic returned to the circles wands as Harry and Draco gripped one another for support.

“Harry, what happened?” Ron asked.

“It was nothing,” Harry answered, “Just Voldemort messing with me.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hermione asked concerned.

“Yes,-”

“Give the boy some space,” A cold drawl came from the background as Lucius approached. “Draco?”

“I’m fine father,” The blond gritted out.

“Draco!” Pansy squealed, jumping on the blonds back, “You’re off the market now! I’m so sad.”

“You can have him,” Harry grumbled under his breath.

“Po-” Lucius began but stopped himself, “Harry, then, I would just like to say thank you for accepting the Malfoy name.”

“What!?” Ron, Hermione and Pansy questioned.

“Potter’s a Malfoy now!?”

“I’m afraid so,” Dumbledore said gravely. Harry turned to glare at the old conniving man, who hadn’t told him of his name changing. “He will still be Harry Potter to everyone else, but his birth record has now recorded the name change, but we’ve had it hidden by Tonks so the ministry won’t catch it.”

“Professor,” Hermione said, “Will Harry have to keep the name?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t know what the contract between Malfoy and Potters of late read exactly, I don’t have the original copy.”

“Mal-” Harry stopped and looked up at his bonded, tears glistening, “Draco, can we go?” It was a mere whisper and no one noticed Harry’s distress.

Draco looked down at Harry and nodded, and said rather loudly, “We’re leaving now, I’m tired and so is Harry. We’ll see you all when we’re good and ready.” Gripping Draco’s hand like a vice Harry was tugged out of the astronomy tower, the calls of his friends ignored. He couldn’t look at them right now.

He didn’t know why he almost cried when he realised he’d have to call Draco by his first name now, seeing as he was now a Malfoy too. Maybe it was the fact that the Potter named was now gone, that he wouldn’t be able to revive his family name and make sure his parents were not forgotten. Maybe it was the fact that he was now family with Voldemorts right hand man, that he was more vulnerable than ever. Or maybe, it was the somewhere deep down, he knew that he would forever stay Harry James Malfoy; that Harry James Potter would cease to exist.

Harry felt like he was a different person now, that because he was a Malfoy he would have to become like Draco. He didn’t want to, he was already almost sorted into Slytherin, wasn’t that Malfoy enough? It was thoughts like these that laced Harry’s mind when they entered their rooms.

Draco lead Harry to the bedroom and let go of his hand, Harry barely heard the deep sigh that emitted from the blond and he began to undress.

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” Draco asked.

“What?” Harry answered, wanting Draco to repeat himself.

“I said, you know what comes next?”

“Oh…er…sleep?”

Draco turned to face Harry an odd glint in his eye, and said, “Consummation.”



Fact: According to the HP lexicon, Draco has no middle name.

() At the beginning of an LM.C (Japanese band) song called Liar Liar Maya whispers this, I just thought I’d tell you why I put that there. Great band by the way.
[]An uzumaki is a spiral shape, it’s got quite a deep meaning involving snakes and mirrors which I won’t delve into, I just wanted to use the word. Uzumaki is also a name of a manga by Junji Ito which was adapted into a movie, where I got this information.

Note: I noticed that the way a characterise Draco may seem a little OCC to some people, like the way he can brush things off and re-assure Harry so easily. But, I firmly believe that Draco isn’t a prick all the time, and I try to keep him as snarky as possible without it interfering with my plot. I find that Harry would be the one to try and deny all this and still be cold towards Draco for the most part. I see Draco as more of an accept whatever situation you’ve been given and try to make it work no matter how much you hate it kind of person. Harry like to brood over things, kind of like Ron, just not so…heatedly. More like Sirius. Besides, Draco was raised to be a little distant and so calm, I just see that in his nature, plus, they are kind of you know….Well, I hope that clears anything up, I didn’t get any flames about Draco I just noticed it and wanted to let you know before I did.

A/N: Ahem, I got a new computer! Yay me! I’m very happy. :D It’s a 17.1” Toshiba. Now, I know you’re all ready for the sex, so since I’ve made you wait so long the next chapter is pretty much sex and is why I have these coming out on the same day, I couldn’t just leave you all hanging here now I could I? Well, I could but…Lol, enjoy!