Eternal Bond

Disclaimer: If I owned them, Draco and Harry would have been doing this and that from book one.

Summary: Harry is betrayed by those he trusted the most and secrets are revealed that draw him closer to Draco Malfoy than he ever thought possible. Together they will turn everything on its head and love isn't as easy as just falling in.

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, LM/SS, other pairings maybe.

Warning: Major character bashing and this is definitely a slash fiction.

Author's Note: There is not much to say at this point except that this is going to be a long story and HP/GW should not worry you-I hate the pairing but it is necessary for this story, trust me and read on. Another thing, the story keeps to canon up to OOTP but the timing of events and the story changes for HPB and DH. Chapter two will be up on Friday. I would love to hear what you think about the story so far and anticipate some boys love later, it will be rated M for a reason;)

Chapter One-Enemies

Harry Potter did not know where to look when he entered the great hall that morning. He had debated going to the kitchens for breakfast but that would only delay the inevitable, it's not like he could hide all day, every day. In fact, he did not want to hide, he was more afraid that he might murder someone in the current mood he was in.

Everything he had known yesterday had changed overnight and now he looked at his best friends and girlfriend who were seated at the Gryffindor table waiting for him with a deep suspicion that would not leave him. He wanted to tell himself that everything had been a dream but no dream could ever feel so real. He knew with a sickening feeling that the dream had been true, they had betrayed him in a way that he was not sure he could ever forgive. As he walked, he looked around the hall and noticed that Malfoy was not in his seat at the Slytherin table but that was no surprise since Harry knew the blonde was in the infirmary. Harry had put him there, sectumsempra was a curse he never intended to use again.

As he walked and sat down, Harry did not look at the high table once, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself if he did. He had lost it the previous year once he found out Dumbledore had hid the truth about the prophecy from him but this betrayal felt deeper, more personal. No, he didn't think he could deal with the headmaster at the moment without doing something that he might regret later.

Harry straightened his spine and sat in the space his friends had reserved for him. He smiled and made all the right responses throughout breakfast, it would not do for them to realise that something was wrong before he had the chance to come up with a plan. He shuddered to think what measures they would resort to if what he now remembered was anything to go by. Harry held tightly to his rage as the dream came back to him in vivid clarity, the choices they had taken from him, the time he had lost because of their actions and most of all, the memories they had stolen from him, he did not see a way he could forgive them especially for the last one.

The day seemed longer than any other Harry could remember living. He talked and acted normal while all the time he watched people and tried to determine whether they were friends or enemies. He felt wary, afraid of this world he had fallen into where he did not know who he could trust.

That night, he went to bed early and spelled his curtains closed in addition to the usual silencing spells. Once he was done, he grabbed his invisibility cloak and the marauders map, and quietly sneaked out of the dorms, waiting until someone opened the portrait of the fat lady before he could clamber out unnoticed.

The marauders map showed that Malfoy was still in the hospital wing and avoiding Peeves and Finch along the way, he managed to get to the hospital wing on the fourth floor without being noticed. The dot indicating Madam Pomfrey showed that she was in her office adjacent to the infirmary, and Harry quietly opened the door to the hospital and slid in silently. Malfoy was the only occupant in the room and he lay in a condoned off bed at the far end of the room.

The boy who lived tried to still his heart as he walked to where the Slytherin was. He was afraid, more afraid than he had ever been, even Voldemort had never inspired the kind of fear he was feeling as he walked to the bed. He felt as if he was walking to a fight naked and he truly was, because he was not the one laying on a hospital bed. Well, Malfoy had tried to use an unforgivable on him but Harry had succeeded in almost killing him so he was the loser in this situation. He stood outside the curtains, trying to gather his nerve and go in.

'I can smell you.' A voice said from within the curtains and Harry was sure he blushed scarlet under the cloak. He had had a shower when he went up to his dorm earlier. At least he knew that what the blonde smelled was his soap rather than sweat from his long day and quidditch practice. Sighing, he removed his cloak and tucked it into his robe pocket before opening the curtains and stepping in.

'Potter.' Malfoy said. He did not seem surprised to see him and Harry wondered at that.

'How are you feeling?' Harry asked.

'How do you think?' If there had been enough light in the room, Harry was sure he would see the usual sneer on Malfoy's face. 'Come to finish what you started?'

There was a bitterness in Malfoy's voice that Harry couldn't place.

'No.' Harry said deciding to be diplomatic although he was barely holding himself from noting that Malfoy had started it. There was no time for such arguments, at least not tonight. 'I honestly want to know how you are doing.'

'Be happy that professor Snape managed to close the wounds before I bled to death.' Suddenly, Malfoy shook his head as if he had said something stupid and it had just occurred to him. 'It would probably not have made any difference if I had bled to death would it? It's not like the ministry or even Dumbledore would sentence the boy who lived to Azkaban.' Bitterness again. Maybe it was because he had been critically injured but Malfoy was expressing more emotion than he ever had before. Harry wanted to say that it would make a difference to him, that it mattered to him. It had mattered to him even before he had the dream, but he didn't want to think about that now. He didn't want to think about what all this meant for the two of them.

'I had a dream last night.' Harry started.

'…..and you assume I am interested in your dreams because? If you want someone to interpret your dreams, go to Trelawney or ask the mudblood to research in the library and leave me alone.' Harry felt his usual ire rise at the way Malfoy referred to Hermione. It was laughable really, that he could still feel this angry for her despite what she had done. But then again, his mother had also been muggleborn, it was a given he should be angry. He closed his eyes momentarily and bit his tongue. He knew what Malfoy was doing, he was distracting from the topic. Harry had heard the slight tremor in his voice when he talked about the dream and he felt sure that the Slytherin knew more than he was letting on.

'You see, this dream needs no interpreting, it was pretty straightforward.'

'I have no interest in what you dream in your sick head Potter. Leave before I hex you.' He knows something. Harry thought.

'You and I…..'

'Are nothing.' Malfoy finished and sat up in his bed, his stance mirroring his voice. He dared Harry to go on and Harry didn't like the idea of having to hex an injured person for the second time in as many days, so he let that line of questioning go.

'I take it you had the same dream Malfoy?'

'Don't speak nonsense, you are the one with a piece of the dark lord in you, there is no way we could have the same dreams.' Harry froze in place and looked at the other boy in shock. He did not understand what had been said. What was that about a piece of the dark lord? He had never heard anything about that.

'What…., what did you say?'

'Are you as deaf as you are dumb?' Malfoy sneered and Harry forgot his decision not to fight with an injured person. He grabbed Malfoy by the neck of his hospital pyjamas.

'What the hell do you mean?' He asked in a shout, belatedly remembering Madam Pomfrey was in the next room. The two boys heard hurried footsteps, clearly headed to where they were and Harry quickly donned his invisibility cloak, completely ignoring the shocked expression on his rivals face when he saw cloak.

'This is not over Malfoy.' Harry said and hurried away before the medi-witch got there. As he left the wing, he could hear her fussing over Malfoy, obviously thinking he had had a nasty nightmare about his accident as she called it.

Harry smiled as he stepped out of the room, he was glad that Malfoy was doing well enough to fight with him.

To be continued….

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