Part Three : Harmonised Consciousness
Draco knew the second Potter woke as their connection suddenly flared to life at the back of his mind. The usually comforting warmth had suddenly become a roaring inferno of fire and magic. Draco wriggled under Parkinson and kicked at her frantically, the slippery wet floor of the shower caused Parkinson to lose her grip on his left arm and he shoved her as hard as he could.
DRACO! Potter's voice was so incredibly loud, if it had been an exterior sound, Draco was certain it would have blown out his eardrums. What's happening!?
Parkinson wailed loudly and clutched at her side where Draco had kicked her. I DON'T KNOW! Draco replied. She made a hasty attempt to crawl on top of him again, but the burning fire of their connection flared even more and it hurt. The fire spread throughout his mind, smashing his Occlumency shields and engulfing his whole consciousness.
He was suddenly surrounded by bright gold light.
The flames moved downwards to his chest, his heart and finally his magical core. As the light touched his own internal magic it seemed to burst, thousands and thousands of sparks filled Draco's body and he screamed. Parkinson flinched away from Draco and threw her arms over her head to shield her eyes from the too-bright light that had suddenly surrounded Draco.
Her scream joined his as the light only got brighter and brighter.
7:00am, Friday, 18th December 1998
"Harry! Harry! Wake up! You don't wanna miss breakfast, do you?" Ron called and shook Harry's shoulder. It was unusual for Harry to sleep in. He'd suffered from insomnia since the Triwizard Tournament and the war had only made it worse.
"Urgh…" Harry groaned and rolled over, feebly pushing Ron's hand away. "Go 'way Ron…"
Ron chuckled and sat down next to Harrys legs. He shook his friend again and waited for a response, "Harry... Don't make me use Aguamenti again."
"No, no… I'm up." Harry muttered and rolled over to face his friend.
"Are you sure you don't want to come to the burrow with us, mate? You know you're welcome." Ron asked. Harry knew he wanted Harry to go with him and have a 'Proper Weasley Christmas' but the truth was, Harry just wanted a normal Christmas. Which meant spending it alone, at Hogwarts.
"Nah… I'm good. I think a bit of alone time might do me some good, you know?" Harry yawned and scratched at his stomach. "Need my own space for a bit. Don't think I like dorm life so much anymore…" Harry laughed.
Ron gave him an exasperated look, "I know what you mean. 'Mione and I can't get any alone time here. I almost wish we were back in the tent!" The two boys chuckled together.
"Alright, I'll have a wash and be down soon, okay?" Harry said as he threw back the covers and stood up, stretching his arms over his head.
"Yeah, sounds good mate. See ya'" Ron called as he left the dorm room.
Harry waited until he was sure he was alone before he let himself sit heavily back down. Malfoy? He tried calling to the blond Slytherin, but there was no answer. What on earth happened last night? He wondered. Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused on his link with Malfoy and tried to see if the Slytherin was alright.
I'm certain he was attacked last night.
The glowing gold light was as easy to find as it had been since the beginning of their connection. Harry sent a little of his magic down their link and waited for a response. The light flickered for a moment then flared and an inaudible murmuring drifted across Harry's mind.
Harry frowned, it didn't sound like words, so it couldn't be Malfoys thoughts. The murmuring began to get louder and then just when Harry thought he heard something, it stopped and instead he was filled with an emotion that was not his own.
Panic.
Harry gasped and stood up, his eyes snapping open, his heart racing. He frantically glanced around the dorm room for some unknown attacker his body positively humming with adrenalin and magic.
Malfoy? Are you okay? Harry tried contacting the blond again.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. Oh my… Fuck. Malfoys answer came like a wave of sound fading at the beginning and end.
Malfoy? Mal-Draco? Draco? What happened..? Why can I feel your emotions? What's wrong? Harry asked again.
Why… can't… shield… His voice was fading again, their connection dropping in and out randomly.
The sudden emptiness of their connection freaked Harry out more than he would have liked. His own panic began to grow beside what he felt from Malfoy.
Draco? Stop… What are you..?
Potter… hear… Parkinson… kill… Azkaban…
A-Azkaban? Harry stuttered. Draco! Tell me what happened last night! Are you alright? Malfoy! Answer me!
4:00am, Friday, 18th December 1998
Draco woke shivering; he was still lying on the shower floor. The water had long turned cold and his right leg felt numb due to the constant spray of water. He struggled to sit up, his body shook violently and the back of his head burned.
"Wha…" Draco coughed and looked around the bathroom. Parkinson was laying, unconscious, on the floor by the opposite wall. Draco frowned and blinked a few times but the image didn't change. She must have been thrown across the room, as there was a large dent and subsequent cracks in the tiles above her body. But that wasn't the alarming part. Oh no… It was the fact that her arms and face were burnt. Horribly. Black charred flesh covered her forearms and a large stripe across her face where her eyes were.
Draco gasped, she had tried again. He'd been alone in the shower and he'd slipped on some soap… His head throbbed in memory of the solid hit. She'd then taken advantage of his less than stellar attempts at self-defence when… when… Potter.
Potter's magic had… Burnt her.
"Voldemort didn't stand a chance…" Draco muttered absently to the empty room. He didn't know how long he stared blankly in Parkinson's direction before he realised he'd need to take her to the infirmary. He'd need a bloody good reason to be there with what the Auror's would assume would be his fourth attempted murder.
Draco quickly stood and limped over to his - thankfully still dry - pyjamas. He slipped on his pants and nightshirt and dug his wand out of his discarded school robe. I'll be showering with you from now on… He thought.
With a hesitant flick, Draco levitated Parkinson and left the slightly broken bathroom behind.
Draco absently noted it was still dark as he made his way to the Hospital Wing. Thanking all the deities he knew of that no one had found him, lying in a small pool of blood, naked, with a crispy Pansy Parkinson. Draco quietly opened the Infirmary doors and slipped in.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Draco called, "Madam!" He levitated Parkinson onto an empty bed and knocked on the Matron's office door. The door opened after a moment of waiting and Draco was treated to the sight of the school nurse in a pink nightgown complete with animated snoozing sheep, little zed's drifting around their heads lazily.
"Ah, Draco… What's the matter?" She asks. "Nightmares again?"
Draco could easily imagine the blush he would be sporting at that moment and sent another 'thank-you' to those unknown deities that the Wing was poorly lit this time of night. "Umm… No. I've, well… Parkinson has, you see, the thing is… Ah..." Draco hesitated.
Pomfrey frowned, "Well, spit it out, It's…" she looked down at the pocket watch she always seemed to carry on her person, "Well, I suppose you'd say early, yes. It's quite early in the morning. I'd like a few more hours of sleep."
Draco nodded, "Of course! I'm uh, sorry to bother you but…" Draco sighed heavily. His head still hurt and honestly he didn't even know what had happened, so it was hard to make up a believable story at this point. Draco decided that right now, total honestly was best.
"Parkinson is very badly injured. She has burns all over her arms and face. I think her eyes are hurt too… And well, I need your help."
"Oh my…" Pomfrey gasped and rushed past him to the bed Parkinson was now occupying. She whipped out her wand and quickly assessed her. Within seconds, she had cleaned and dressed the burns on her arms and had started on the more serious ones on her face. "What happened!?"
Draco slipped his shirt off again, might as well get the bite and head wounds looked at while he was, confessing. "It's a long story, Madam… You know the mind-link spell we're learning in charms?"
"Yes, the harmonia cogitari Charm?" She glanced up at him and frowned, "I hope your story includes how that happened as well, young man." She snapped gesturing at his chest.
Draco nodded and continued, "Yes… Well, Potter and I were-uh-are partners, you see. He cast the spell on Wednesday and it's still active…"
"Still active? From the original cast?" She asked turning her attention away from Parkinson and onto Draco.
"Yes! I thought… Well, I thought it was just Potters insane raw magical core that was keeping it going. That it would actually end, but it might take a few hours to wear off… But it didn't. And I… umm, didn't want the spell to end, you see." Draco blushed again.
"I see… Go on." Pomfrey nodded.
"And then well… We started sending images to each other you know? And I could shield my mind but Potter can't so I get to hear most of his thoughts, unless I block him… But he can't block me. And well, last night Parkinson attacked me in the shower. I slipped and hit my head and she… She… uhh, well." Draco gestured to his bitten chest.
"Oh my…" Pomfrey frowned down at her unconscious patient.
"Her, ah, advances were unwanted, to say the least and I panicked. I called out to Har-Potter in my mind and I must have woken him up because suddenly our connection was ten times stronger and I'm filled with this gold light and I couldn't see and it hurt and then I wake up on the bathroom floor and she's… Well, crisp." Draco ended in a rush and waved his arms in Parkinson general direction.
Pomfrey was silent for a moment before she nodded, "I should have seen this coming, I mean… It's obvious now. Isn't it? After Lily and James…"
Draco frowned, "What's obvious?"
"Oh! That you and Mr Potter are soul-mates, of course! Silly boy! Why would a consciousness connection spell such as the harmonia cogitari charm end after the standard hour if the two involved could maintain their own natural link? Honestly boy, you're a pureblood. You should know this!"
"But… but… That's… Impossible! You have to perform the Unire animam magus ritual for harmonised magical abilities to form! My parents have a mental link but it only formed after I was born and it only activates when one of them is in danger! You can't just, bloody, link-up with someone willy-nilly!" Draco was hysteric and almost shouting by the end of his rant.
"My dear boy, calm down! It's wonderful news! Real, true, soul-mates of your magical compatibility are extremely rare! If you can already link your thoughts and images through a consciousness-link without a full Unire animam magus bond why, the possibilities for you two after such a bond are endless!" Pomfrey said excitedly.
Oh Merlin… Harry Potter's my soul-mate.
Draco had remained in the Hospital Wing after the Matron's overly excited speech. She had already healed the bite marks from his chest and the cut on the back of his head, but she had wisely left him to stew and come to terms with his new status as 'rare-and-perfectly-magically-attuned-to-the-boy-who-lived-twice'.
Breakfast would have almost been over when Draco first heard Potters thoughts again.
Malfoy? What on earth happened last night?
Draco didn't answer, he sighed and absently checked his shields. They weren't blocking his thoughts from Potter anymore.
I'm certain he was attacked last night. Potters thoughts continued.
Draco tried to raise his shield but the gold light from their connection flared and shattered it instantly. Panic flooded Draco.
Malfoy? Are you okay? Potter called.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. Oh my… Fuck. He couldn't shield his mind anymore. Their connection was too strong. He'd have no privacy. Potter would find out he liked him. He'd find out what happened last night in the shower. He'd know about their connection as soul-mates.
Malfoy? Mal-Draco? Draco? What happened..? Why can I feel your emotions? What's wrong? Potter asked again.
Why can't I shield him! Draco's panic rose again. Potter could probably hear him right now! He'd tease him and make fun of him and throw his dream of the two of them together, in his face. Harry would laugh. Draco tried to force his shield up and cut off the connection. It would hold for a second before shattering again
Draco? Stop… What are you..? Potter's own panic flooded into Draco.
Potter can hear me! He knows about Parkinson! I'm going to kill that bitch! I don't care about Azkaban!
A-Azkaban? Potter's voice was strangled and pleading, Draco! Tell me what happened last night! Are you alright? Malfoy! Answer me!
Draco continued trying to shield his mind as he quickly put his shirt back on and ran out of the Infirmary. He needed to leave. Now. Before Potter found out his secret.
Potter can't know.
Potter continued calling for him and Draco kept slamming his shield shut only to have it shatter again, but it was lasting longer and longer. If he kept it up he might be able to sever the connection entirely.
Draco! STOP! Potter shouted.
Home. I must go home… I just can't deal with this right now! Draco snatched his traveling cloak from his trunk and threw it over his shoulders. He shrunk his trunk and shoved it into his cloak pocket. Draco ran back up the stairs from the lower levels and into the Slytherin Common Room. Blaise was there waiting for him with an apple and a muffin in each hand.
"Draco! What's going on?" He asked, he looked quite startled to see Draco pale and hastily dressed.
"No time to explain, Blaise! Something's come up. Must leave! Bye." Draco muttered as he shoved the steel grate away from the fireplace and snatched up a handful of floo powder, which was only for emergencies and threw it into the fire.
Draco made one last hurried attempt at closing off his mind. His shields slammed shut over their connection and then his mind was suddenly filled with an eerie silence. He'd finally done it! He'd severed their connection!
"Wait… Draco? What?" Blaise reached for Draco but it was too late, he'd already stepped into the green flames and disappeared.
Blaise stared dumbly at the now empty fire place, "What in Merlin's name…" he shook his head and absently took a bite of the apple he was still holding. "This has something to do with Potter."
Harry continued to sit on this bed until well after breakfast was finished that morning. He didn't feel like moving, or eating, or talking to his friends. In fact Harry only wanted one thing and that was for Malfoy to lift the Occlumency barrier that was currently stopping all thoughts, emotions and warmth from coming through their connection.
Which was a problem because hadn't Harry wanted to end the spell? To be rid of Malfoy? To have his privacy again? Why did it feel like he was missing something, inside? Why had it suddenly become so obvious now, how odd, lonely and quiet his own thoughts and emotions were without the echo of Malfoys. He was empty.
Harry let out a deep sigh, fell backwards on his bed and let his mind wonder. It was time for some honest and harsh truths, possibly of the same kind he had previously experienced over the holidays; because if he was truly honest with himself, he missed Draco. Harry missed the warmth of their connection, the sound of his voice and his flirty banter.
So, Potter… Shall we put your shields to the test?
You are one of the most powerful wizards of our generation…
I'll just have to keep you up all night, and tomorrow I can guarantee you'll still be thinking about me.
Harry chuckled to himself and rolled over onto his stomach, "Well, he's done one better, hasn't he? I can't stop thinking about him." He muttered to himself.
It was crazy to think that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had laughed together, joked, teased and actually gotten along together. That they had started to become friends, through this strange connection they shared. That now, Harry was worried about him, concerned about all that had happened last night.
I'm certain he was attacked, but by who? And what did their continued connection mean? If anything? Perhaps Malfoy was right about my magic?
Harry closed his eyes and reached out mentally for their muted connection. It had now been reduced to a small, dull bronze light but still, its continued existence filled Harry with hope that they could re-open their link and that Harry would feel Draco's emotions once again.
10:40am, Friday, 18th December 1998
He's actually gone.
The ponce had actually left Hogwarts - according to Zabini - by using the emergency Floo. That prick. Harry grumbled and almost hit himself for anticipating a curt reply to that thought. Now, Harry was waving goodbye to his friends after being accosted by an irate Zabini about what he'd done to piss Malfoy off so much.
He's a prick too, Harry whined.
"Are you sure Harry? You know you're welcome!" Ginny asked him again, for the hundredth time that morning. "I could stay with you, here. I-if you want. Then we might have a chance to, talk, alone… You know?"
Harry rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. The cold emptiness in the back of his mind was irritating and giving him a headache. He didn't need or want Ginny's incessant pleading for them to get back together. Maybe I should man up just tell her I'm gay?
"Ginny… Look. I just, things change, yeah?" Harry braced himself for her disgust and righteous anger.
"Yeah?" She nodded and flipped her long red hair over her shoulder in a flirty manner.
Be strong, he thought. Just say it.
"Well, I've changed. I've changed a lot - actually I haven't changed - I've just recently realised that I'm different. I've always been different, right?" Harry glanced around Hogsmeade Station and hoped no one would overhear their conversation.
Ginny smiled, her eyes sparkling and giggled, "I like that you're different, Harry. You know that!"
Harry groaned and cleared his throat, "I'm not saying this right…" He almost whined and began again. "Ginny, you are an amazing friend and a beautiful woman. Seriously, whoever gets you is a lucky man. But I'm not going to be that man, Gin. You're not my type…"
The change was instantaneous. The sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her face, even the vibrancy of her red hair all seemed to become dull. She sniffed, blinked rapidly and stepped away from Harry. "What d-do y-y-you mean…?"
Harry gathered all the courage he could and looked right into her teary brown eyes, "Ginny, I'm gay."
The book, 'Magical Harmonics' was not any more aerodynamic than any other book within the Malfoy Library but it was large enough to create a satisfyingly loud clunk as it sailed across the room and slammed into the wall opposite Draco.
"It's hopeless!" He cried and slumped down in the plump leather armchair he'd been occupying since sometime yesterday morning. In fact, Draco was still wearing the same pair of pyjamas he'd hastily thrown on before taking that bitch to the infirmary.
He'd been researching soul-mates, soul-bonds, the harmonia cogitari charm and the unire animam magus ritual since he had fallen out of the floo in a very Un-Malfoy-Like fashion. His mother had watched in utter shock as he had bolted past her and with not a word said and locked himself in.
"Why is it always Potter!?" Draco moaned pitifully to himself, as if being utterly infatuated with the Golden Boy since he could remember wasn't bad enough. Oh no, the bastard had to be his soul-mate too. At least before, Draco had some deeply hidden hope that he'd eventually get over Potter and find his one-true-love… As sappy as Draco admittedly knew that sounded.
The whole thing was utterly ridiculous and yet it made total sense. Why else would Draco have been so fixated on Potter for so many years? Why else would he feel that annoying sinking sensation when he wasn't in Potters presence? Why else would Potter invoke such passionate feelings within him?
Why else would their connection last so long and become so strong, so quickly? Why else would Potter have been able to use his wand to kill the bloody Dark Lord!?
The truth was unavoidable. Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the fucking Saviour of the entire world's Wizarding population was his soul-mate. Un-fucking-believable.
The hysterical laughter that burst from within Draco's chest was the only thing that saved him from what would have been equally hysterical tears. He'd got his wish. He would have Potters attention now, he would have Potter now. They belonged together; physically, spiritually, mentally… Magically.
"Careful what you wish for, indeed." Draco muttered into the emptiness of the Malfoy library.
If Malfoy could do it, why couldn't he? It would be too easy… He'd just grab a handful of the emergency floo powder and he'd be home in mere seconds. Where he could be alone and comfortable… And within reach of his private liquor stash.
Harry sighed and glanced between the unassuming pot on top of the Gryffindor common room fireplace and the fire for, what must have been, the millionth time that night.
Just do it.
Oh, how he wanted to. To go home, sprawl on his squishy brown leather lounge chair and drown the horrible empty feeling in amber liquor. He could go out to the club; it wasn't that late yet… He could find a nice piece of arse and forget all about Malfoy…
Do it.
The dull glow of their struggling connection seemed to only grow dimmer and dimmer as the hours passed. The hope that had filled Harry earlier that morning had now begun to fester and turn to dread. Only exacerbated by the horror he felt with the growing realisation that he did not want their connection to end.
Just go.
The fire flickered and made sporadic popping noises as the embers pulsed with the heat of the fire. The fantasy he'd had of Malfoy tied up, panting and writhing in a sea of crimson silk sheets burned and pulsed, emulating the fires embers, right behind his eyelids. It was maddening.
Now.
Harry growled and surged up from the red velvet chair, his hand reaching for the floo powder before he'd even realised it. With one last deep breath he threw it into the dwindling embers and stepped into the acid green flames.
"Grimmauld Place!" Harry shouted.
Harry staggered out of his own fireplace seconds later. The feeling of being home, swept over him so powerfully he almost fell. Or it could have been the fact that he still sucked at flooing anywhere, but that didn't matter now. With a deep sigh Harry staggered over to his extremely inviting lounge chair, stepping over the dozens of Healing textbooks and sprawled very inelegantly there.
"Kreacher!" Harry snapped, only having to wait mere milliseconds before the elf appeared before him.
"Kreacher is here… Kreacher is wondering why Master is here… Kreacher is not liking Master being back…" The house-elf muttered.
Harry sighed, Why am I keeping the elf again? He asked himself.
"Bring me a bottle of Ogden's Finest and then return to whatever you were doing before. I do not want to be disturbed unless the house is on fire or Voldemort has returned. Understood?"
"Yes, Master… Kreacher understands. Filthy half-breed…" Kreacher bowed lowly and with a soft pop, he left.
Harry heard the house-elf return moments later to place a full bottle of the previously requested Firewhiskey on the healing textbook crowded coffee table. Harry swiped the bottle, popped open the lid and proceeded to drink a third of its contents in one swig.
The ache in the back of his mind gradually dulled as the fog of booze descended over his mind. It was definitely time for a few of those harsh truths…
11:46pm, Friday, 18th December 1998
The club was predictably packed for a Friday night, which suited Harry's needs perfectly. Surely in a club of this size, in the heart of London, he'd find exactly what he needed. Having finished his bottle of Firewhiskey at home earlier, then had found he was in the mood for company and so had proceeded to shower and dress in his most provocative clothing and stumbled downtown to one of London's exclusive gay nightclubs.
Without a moment's hesitation Harry had joined the mass of hot, sweaty bodies on the dance floor and proceeded to seek out exactly what his raging libido desired. Harry enjoyed the other clubbers wandering hands and the occasional mouth as he danced away into the early hours of Saturday morning.
Harry had no idea how much time had passed before he found himself pinning a tall, lithe blond man to the bathroom wall, sloppily kissing and sucking away at the stranger's' neck. The blond moaned and thrust his hips into Harry's own.
His hands slipped down to the blonds narrow hips and began unzipping his skin-tight black leather pants. He was a muggle, obviously, but Harry didn't care about that… All he cared about was getting laid, hopefully multiple times before day-break.
His mind became clouded and fuzzy again and Harry was sure he'd lost consciousness at some point as he sat up from his spot sprawled on the bathroom floor. His own jeans twisted around his ankles, another man hovering over his crotch, Harry's cock in his mouth.
"Urrgh…" Harry moaned and he peered down at the short spiky platinum blond hair bobbing up and down. "So good… Draco…"
The blond paused, then shrugged and continued his very talented fellatio.
Draco was livid. He'd experimentally opened his connection to his so called soul-mate, as he'd read that trying to sever the bond could have dire consequences, often resulting in depression and eventual suicide. Only to be met with the heavy sensation of Potters inebriation.
Which had been quickly followed by a myriad of fuzzy mental images, of which contained a dozen or so blond men being thoroughly fucked by the Boy-Who-Lived. If Draco had had any lingering doubt of Potters supposed heterosexuality they had been soundly beaten.
But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no… The worst part was Potter's overpowering imagined thoughts and fantasies. Thoughts that had Potter pretending that every one of the blond me he'd been with, had in fact, been Draco. Fantasies that left Draco flushed, hard, panting and aching for them to become reality.
They put Draco's own to shame.
While the boy-hero had the gusto and balls to approach any blond, slim muggle within arm's reach for a fuck, he hadn't bothered to ask Draco… To approach Draco… To use those corny pick-up lines on Draco. That was what pissed him off the most.
Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco… Potter's mind chanted, as some bottle-blond slut slurped very unprofessionally at Potter's cock.
No, no no no no! Draco shook his head, this wasn't how it was supposed to be! They were soul-mates for fucks sake! Didn't Potter know that!?
Of course he doesn't! Draco thought angrily to himself. I didn't tell him, did I? No… Instead I ran home, with my fucking tail between my legs, like any self-respecting Slytherin and ex-Death Eater would, when I discovered my soul-mate was the one and only Harry-freaking-Potter!
Miss you, Draco… Want you… Want the emptiness to end… Want your warmth again… Potter moaned within his mind.
Oh Merlin… Draco was not going to get any sleep tonight.
9:50am, Saturday, 19th December 1998
Harry groaned and rolled pitifully over onto his side as he concentrated on breathing deeply and calming his turbulent stomach.
I will not throw up on my floor… I will make it to the toilet… I will… Oh shit!
Harry jumped to his feet, sprinted down the hall, collapsed next to his toilet bowl and proceeded to forcefully expel his stomach lining out through his mouth.
"Urgh…" Harry groaned.
Well, I was going to reprimand you for your behaviour last night, but I can see your own body is punishing you enough. You should be thanking me for my benevolence, Harry.
"What… Malfoy?" Harry muttered and blinked blearily around his empty bathroom.
I re-opened our link last night…
Oh gods… Harry's mind panicked. You saw… You heard…
Yes… I saw and heard quite a lot last night. Malfoy almost hissed. I know your secret, Harry.
Harry groaned pitifully and heaved painfully into the toilet bowl again. And what might that secret be Malfoy? I'm not an alcoholic, if that's what you think.
Your pathetic diversion attempts will not work on me. I am a Slytherin you know…
Well, good for you then! Harry snapped and let himself slip down onto the cool tiled floor. It felt very nice against his flushed skin. Wait… Why is Malfoy calling me Harry?
Do you even remember how many men you had last night? Malfoy sneered.
Harry frowned, his head pounded and his stomach lurched painfully. I think… I remember, urgh…
Three, Potter. Three.
Three? Surely not that many… Harry's frown deepened. First there was that dirty blond haired guy, with the crescent-moon tattoo… Then the long haired one, with the leather pants and then the guy who looked like Draco- Oh god.
Indeed.
Drac- I mean… Malfoy! I, uh… I can explain! Harry gasped, he was totally fucked, Draco knew! He knew he was gay, he knew he liked him! He knows everything!
No need, Harry. I saw and heard everything. I know.
But-but-but! Harry stuttered.
And, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Draco almost sounded like he was sobbing.
Harry froze. Draco's sorry? He sounded heart-broken! What for? Harry didn't understand.
For not telling you – everything – yesterday.
What?
Harry… The reason our connection is still lingering, the reason I- Malfoy paused. I ran away yesterday, the reason I re-opened the link last night, so that we wouldn't go crazy and kill ourselves because of the silence!
I still don't understand.
We're soul-mates, Harry.
He was back in the forest again. Harry sighed heavily as he looked around at the dense forest. He was also back in those tights again. What was with his subconscious obsession with Robin Hood?
Must be that hero complex Hermione keeps going on about. Harry grumbled to himself.
Well, Harry supposed he must be here for a reason, because last time a similar dream had warned him about Draco being attacked. It was probably best he get his bearings and investigate. Harry stretched the string of the long bow - he found he was once again holding - up over his head. The string pulled tight against his chest and held firm.
As he began wandering through the forest, Harry noted that he couldn't really remember what he'd been doing before this, but Harry shrugged, it didn't really matter. He was here now and although he couldn't hear anyone calling him, something was beckoning him; urging him deeper and deeper into the very heart of the forest.
There was no way of keeping track of the time as Harry continued through the forest. Twice now Harry had peered up at the blue sky to check the sun's position only to find the sky empty of anything, no clouds, birds or the sun, just a vast blue emptiness that seemed to be stretching on forever.
As Harry travelled, the more obvious it became that a forest like this, like the empty sky above it could never exists in the real world. All the trees were the same, impossibly tall, impossibly wide and packed very tightly together. At one point Harry had been forced to actually hold his breath as he tried to squeeze between two tree trunks. It was like a natural wall and somehow Harry wasn't surprised. He was dreaming, why would a dream make any rational sense?
But the question is what is the forest trying to protect? Harry wondered.
Just as Harry was beginning to tire, he tripped over a fallen tree trunk and staggered, very ungracefully, into a clearing. Of course! Harry rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. "The cottage!"
The tiny stone cottage stood in the very centre of the clearing. It had no windows, just a single wooden door in the very middle of the wall that faced Harry. Other than the cottage itself there were no other signs that someone lived here. Cautiously Harry approached the tiny house and as he did he noticed that the roof and most of the walls were covered in a thick layer of bright green moss.
Eventually, Harry supposed the moss would cover the entire cottage and it would almost become invisible against the lush green of the grass that surrounded it.
As Harry got closer he realised that the door wasn't closed like it had been before, this time it was slightly ajar. Harry hesitated briefly before pushing gently against the moist wood of the door and it swung open soundlessly. Harry stood, stunned in the doorway as his brain tried to figure out exactly what it was he was looking at.
He'd fainted. The bastard had actually fainted. Or passed out given his activities the previous night, but still! Draco sighed and probed gently at their now, fully restored link. He could feel Harry's unconscious muted emotions softly drifting through their connection.
Harry? Draco called and poked at their link again, hoping to startle the boy-hero awake so that they could finish their conversation. Haareee?
Nothing, no response. Perhaps he'd hit his head on the toilet bowl on the way down? He might be bleeding, he might be face down in his own vomit unable to breathe. Oh shit!
Calm down Draco. He snapped at himself, you're jumping to conclusions. He's just fainted from shock. It's not every morning you find out your school nemesis is your one true soul-mate now is it?
Draco took a few, deep calming breaths and tried to figure out what he should do. Obviously Harry was unconscious, whether by feinting or alcohol poisoning was irrelevant at this point. What was relevant was that Draco and Harry needed to have a very serious conversation. They needed to figure out what they were going to do about this situation they found themselves in. Draco needed to know if what he'd glimpsed last night, if the crazy drunken fantasies had some truth to them and that Harry might just feel the same way Draco felt about him.
What he needed to do right now, though, was go to Harry's house and find out if he was okay. Confront him, and then if everything went to plan and Draco's luck held out, shag him.
1:55pm, Saturday, 19th December 1998
Harry lived in London, Draco knew that much at least, what he didn't know was where in London. And really, London wasn't exactly a small city. Going by the vague images Harry had unwittingly shared with him last night as he'd stumbled home. Draco had figured out that Harry lived very close to Kings Cross Station and upon apparating to a nearby toilet, attempted to re-trace Harry's steps.
So it was with no small amount of irritation that Draco found himself wandering around inner London, searching for any familiar landmarks that might lead him to Harry's house. Why the boy-who-lived couldn't live in a normal, wizarding neighbourhood was beyond Draco. He was about to give up, go home and wait for Harry to wake up when their connection flared again.
Draco paused and glanced around, he was in some rundown muggle neighbourhood, thankfully one of the houses nearby had 11 Grimmauld Place written in cursive on the front door. Surely, Harry wouldn't live in such a… Poor area? Draco sneered and was startled when their connection pulsed again. Draco stepped cautiously towards the house. I couldn't be that lucky, could I?
But as Draco placed one hand on the fence in front of Number 11, he noticed that the house next to it was Number 13. That's odd. Draco thought, where is Number 12, Grimmauld Place?
Number 11 suddenly gave a violent shudder and began to pull away from Number 13, relieving the previously missing Number 12, between them. A huge grin began to spread over Draco's face, Careful Potter, you're Slytherin side is showing. He chuckled to himself before knocking firmly on the front door.
It's not a dream at all, Harry realised as he stood in the doorway of the little cottage in shock. I'm in Draco's head. That's what the forest is protecting, it's his Occlumency shield.
Inside the cottage wasn't a physical space, it was just filled with memories and the longer Harry watched the little scenes flicker around him, playing out their content over and over the more he realised that all these memories had one thing in common. They were all about him.
Harry stepped into the cottage absently and suddenly the room swirled dizzyingly around him. Harry gasped and grabbed onto the doorway again. The room continued to spin until the memories had organised themselves into categories. Draco's own glowing silver handwriting hovered above each pile of pulsing, flickering memories.
Harry's eyes however were drawn to, by far the largest pile, in the very centre of the 'space'. Draco's feminine cursive handwriting declared the pile: Sexual Fantasies. Harry took an involuntary step towards it before he stopped himself. He had no idea what would happen if he touched one of the memories, he could theoretically be sucked in and become part of it. To be stuck in a memory playing out the same scene over and over did not seem like a great way to spend eternity.
But then Harry noticed an even bigger pile behind the first, labelled elegantly: Hopes, Dreams and Fantasies of My Future as the Husband of Harry Potter.
We're soul-mates, Harry. Draco's voice whispered from within one of the memories to Harry's right, it was labelled: Memories upon Discovery of Being Harry Potters Soul-Mate.
I know you can do it Harry! The blond's voice shouted from within the memories on Harry's left, its title simply said: The First Task, Fourth Year.
I-I can't, he'll be killed if I reveal him. I must lie. I can't be sure. This time the voice was broken with grief from a tiny pile just by Harry's feet: When the Snatchers Brought Harry to the Manor.
Then, it was like a dam had broken and suddenly all the memories were shouting, whispering and sobbing at the same time. Harry couldn't understand what they were saying anymore, it was all too loud and as Harry covered his ears and stared blankly at the glowing memories only one thought crossed his mind.
Oh my god, I think Draco Malfoy might be in love with me…
Draco found Harry, snoring loudly laying on his side beside his toilet. His house-elf, Kreacher had answered the door when Draco knocked. The house-elf had then promptly bowed before him and pledged his undying devotion to the last remaining Black Heir.
Draco had rolled his eyes and stepped over the grovelling elf and began his search for the boy-who-lived-twice. With a flick of his wand Draco levitated Harry into what Draco assumed must have been his bedroom and began stripping him of his soiled clothes. Harry was a mess, he was covered in dirt, vomit, beer and some flaking white stuff which Draco forced himself to believe was not dried semen.
Once he had stripped Harry to his y-fronts, Draco proceeded to incinerate the offending garments. Really, after the treatment they received last night, no amount of cleaning would make them wearable again. Draco turned back to the snoring Saviour and hit him with the strongest cleaning charm he knew. It would have to do until he woke up, then he'd need a proper wash.
Gently, he slipped Harry beneath his covers and tucked him in. Draco sighed and removed his outer coat, before laying down next to his wonder-boy, on top of the covers. He would wait for Harry to wake up. Then they would be having that, long overdue and very, very serious conversation.
6:12am, Sunday, 20th December 1998
When Harry finally woke, he found himself naked, in his own bed with his arms wrapped around a still fully dressed and very asleep Draco Malfoy. His mouth was dry and still tasted faintly of vomit. He shifted slightly to get a better look at the blond man currently snuggled tightly against him, which caused his already blurry vision to spin as his mammoth headache made itself known. Harry sighed, he supposed he deserved the pain and the nausea, really. He'd brought it on himself.
Draco shifted slightly and hummed in his sleep, Harry couldn't help the small chuckle that rumbled in his chest, it had almost sounded like a purr. Harry wriggled one arm free of the tangle of blankets that surrounded him and gently ran his fingers through Draco's hair. It was even softer than he'd imagined and as Harry repeated the motion over and over, he discovered that Draco's hair was quite thin.
Undoubtedly, Harry thought with a smirk, Draco will develop a receding hairline as he gets older. And with that, simple thought memories of Harry's adventure within the blonds mind returned to him and suddenly it was all a little bit too much. This thing, this connection they shared had all happened too quickly.
For fucks sake, we've only been connected for four days! And yet, somehow, here Harry found himself with his arms around his old school rival while seriously contemplating a future, together, with the pure blooded prat. And that still didn't take into consideration Harry's discovery of Draco's apparent long term infatuation with him. Or Harry's own, which, Harry decided he could blame on his excessive consumption of alcohol last night.
I told you already, it's because we're soul-mates, Harry. Draco's voice was raspy even within Harry's mind.
Oh, Harry paused, I'm sorry.
What for? Draco frowned, he had yet to open his eyes and continued to simply lay there, in Harrys arms.
I'm not sure how it happened but, somehow. When I passed out before, I ended up in your mind. And, well… Let's just say, you were not the only one who was hiding something. Harry sighed.
Ah, I see… Draco hesitated, his body tensing and a light pink blush began to spread over his cheeks.
Harry pulled Draco closer and started to run his hand through his hair again. Just… Just answer one question for me? Okay?
Alright.
When? Harry asked.
When what? Draco frowned and his eyes finally fluttered open and looked up at Harry. They were really more of a silver colour than grey, Harry realised.
When did you first start to fancy me? Harry smiled softly.
Draco laughed, "That's all you want to know?" He asked aloud for the first time since they'd woken. Harry just nodded and let his hand softly trace Draco's bottom lip. It was a very distracting shade of pink really. "Fourth year."
"Really? That long? Why didn't you say anything?" Harry whispered, that bottom lip was really teasing him now.
Draco smirked as Harry began to lean closer and closer, his eyes never leaving his lips. What would I've said? He asked and very deliberately licked his lips.
Harry swallowed loudly, his own tongue unconsciously mimicking Dracos. What about... Hey, Scar-Head, I want you to shag me nine ways from Sunday, marry me and have loads of kids, interested?
Draco grinned and lifted his head up to brush against Harrys lips, "Hey, Scar-Head, I want you to shag me nine ways from Sunday, marry me and have loads of kids, interested?" He asked, as he licked and nipped at Harry's lips.
Harry's pupils were blown so large his eyes were almost black, "Yeah," he said breathlessly, "very interested." and then Harry shifted just that tiny bit closer and finally kissed his soul-mate for the first time.
The perfect moment was shattered instantly when Draco immediately pulled back and made a choking gagging noise. "Holy shit Potter. Your mouth tastes like flobberworm piss."
The look on Draco's face caused laughter to burst out of Harry as he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. "I think I need a shower."
May I join you?
Harry froze at the flirty tone of Draco's voice that accompanied that, very welcome warm glow from the back of his mind. The level of relief Harry felt about the return of their connection frightened him. Was he really ready for this? To commit to one person for the rest of his life? Not a whole minute ago they had both jokingly mentioned marriage and children.
The feeling of soft fingers on his chin brought Harry back from his thoughts. He turned his head to look back into those liquid silver eyes. How had he never noticed how brilliant they were before now?
"Stop overthinking this, hero." Draco smirked at him, "Shut up and bugger me already. With the strength of our connection and you're little adventure last night…" As he spoke Draco's fingers stroked down Harry's chin to his throat and brushed teasingly over his pulse, "Well lets just say that I've had enough of fantasy and I would very much enjoy a bit of reality right now."
Harry chuckled and threw the duvet cover off himself, covering up Draco in the process. Draco make a squark of indignation before chasing Harry into the bathroom before he had a chance to shut the door in his face.
Draco grinned as he watched Harry slip into the shower and turn the water on. Being a magical house there was never a need to wait for the water to reach the correct temperature, it was always perfect. A second later a pair of wet red y-fronts hit Draco in the chest.
Draco grunted at the wet slap, before he realised that he was holding Harry Potter's pants in his hand. Which meant that Harry was naked. In the shower… Not three feet from him. Holy shit, that's hot. Draco gasped, warmth rushed down to his groin and he was achingly hard before the thought had even fully finished forming.
Harry's warm chuckle played both aloud and within Draco's mind. That sounded familiar.
Hmm… yes. You'll have to tell me what it was you were thinking about when those words came from your mind. Draco thought back as he quickly shimmied out of his clothes and slipped around the shower curtain behind Harry.
Harry's arse was even better than Draco had imagined. It was plump and round and begging to be slapped, scratched and grabbed with both hands as Harry plunged his hard cock into Draco's hole. Oh merlin I want him. Draco moaned
Shit Draco, you've got a filthy mind. Harry said as he turned around to face his soul-mate a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he furiously brushed his teeth.
"You have no idea, Harry." Draco moved to lean back against the cool shower wall and take in the boy-wonder in all his naked tanned glory. Just like in his imagination rivers of water streaked down Harry's toned body, but what his imagination lacked were the small details, blemishes, scars and tan lines. Harry's body was littered with white scars, there was one that looked a bit like a oval with a capital ess in the centre just below the hollow of his throat and a long jagged line along his left arm - no doubt from Voldemort's resurrection - but the most startling was the pink starburst shaped scar in the centre of his chest. From the curse that killed him, at least temporarily.
But as interesting as the story of scars written across the saviours body was, Draco was more interested in the thick purpling cock that stood out from a patch of dark hair at the vee between Harry's hips. It was just as perfect as the rest of him. Draco's mouth watered and before he could over think this whole overwhelming situation he suddenly found himself sunk to his knees and sucking that brilliant cock into his mouth in one movement.
"Ah! F-fuck!" Harry shouted, his toothbrush falling from his mouth and clattering onto the shower floor. "Fucking, hell… Draco!" Harry's hands swept through Draco's hair and held his head softly between his hands. Draco moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth and sucked harder.
Draco swirled his tongue over the head of Harry's cock and brought his hands up to stroke the base as he plunged his mouth back and forth over the hot length over and over. Tell me I'm better. Draco thought eagerly.
"W-what?" Harry stammered, toothpaste was leaking out of the corner of his mouth and slowly sliding down his chin to his neck. If Draco didn't have a mouth full of cock at that moment he would have laughed.
Tell me I'm better at giving head that the men last night. Draco demanded again.
"Oh… Oh… Ah! Yes… Fucking hell, yes. Draco you're so much better. Fucking brilliant. Genius." Harry rambled, "Oh god… Don't stop. Fuck."
Draco preened at the praise and moved forward on his knees, opened his mouth a little wider and took Harry down to the root. He swallowed and sucked as he moved back, only to suck Harry down as far as he could again. Draco breathed in Harry's musky scent as he buried his nose at his base and groaned.
"Christ!" Harry gasped, his hands making fluttering petting motions over Draco's hair. So good, Draco… Oh, yes. Better… Better than anyone. The best.
Draco grinned and he sat back on his heels and looked up at his soul-mates blissed out face. Harry was panting, gasping and shaking slightly. "I want you to fuck me Harry."
Harry's green eyes snapped open and locked with silver. Fuck yes.
Draco giggled that girlish flirty laugh he refused to admit he was physically capable of making and watched as Harry lifted his mouth to the streaming shower head to rinse his mouth of toothpaste. Draco stood up and reached forward to touch Harry's chest, tracing the outer edges of the starburst scar lightly with his finger tips.
Harry caught Draco's wrist in his hand and pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed flush against the other. "You're gorgeous." Harry breathed softly across Draco's lips before he closed what little distance remained between them and kissed him properly for the first time.
Draco's magic sparked instantly, rising from his core and reaching out for its companion. Harry's magic was there, already waiting for the connection. Their tongues pressed against each other as their kiss turned heavy and desperate. Harry nipped at Draco's lower lip and tingles spread down both of Draco's arms and into his chest.
Draco sucked on the tip of Harry's tongue the same way he had on his cock as Harry's magic finally reached his core. Suddenly everything was hot, sweat broke out on Draco's back and neck. He gasped and pulled away from Harry's lips and stared into his green eyes.
They were both glowing gold. Harry hummed happily and leant forward to recapture Draco's mouth. So this is what you meant? About soul-mates and their compatible magic?
Y-yes… Draco moaned as Harry's tongue snaked around his and brushed the roof of his mouth.
It's perfect, you're perfect. Why didn't we do this sooner? Harry wondered.
"Because you're a stubborn bastard." Draco hissed as one of Harry's hands pinched his right nipple. "Merlin, Harry… You're so… Fuck."
"Hmm… I think I'm becoming addicted to you Draco Malfoy." Harry groaned against Draco's throat as he sucked, hard against his pulse. "I wanna fuck you. Want your arse... Want to see you open up for me and my cock pounding into your greedy little hole."
Draco squirmed against Harry's chest, rubbing their cocks together. "Merlin, Harry… If you keep talking like that I'm going to cum before you even get a chance."
Yesss…. Harry hissed in Draco's mind. Want to see you cum. Cuming hard for me.
Fucking hell, Draco had never imagined sex with Harry Potter would ever be like this. This slow burn, the heat, the sparks of magic, the overwhelming want to have Potter inside him and keep him there forever.
The magic swirling between them and inside Draco spiked in a rush, and a wave of bone melting need sped through his body. At the same moment Harry moved, grasping Draco's hips, lifting and pinning him to the shower wall. Draco's legs wrapped around Harry's waist tight and thrust up into Harry.
"Fuck, Harry… Fuck." Draco muttered breathlessly. This was startlingly playing out like his shower fantasy, but how could Harry possibly know about that? Wait… He'd said hadn't he? That he'd been inside Draco's mind. He'd seen his memories. He's seen my fantasies... "Oh shit…"
"Uhuh…" Harry grunted into Draco's neck and he nipped and sucked at his collarbone. "Fucking saw you, god… So good. Taking my cock like a pro. Can't stop thinking about you like that."
"Ah!" Draco yelped as Harry bit at his shoulder. "Please… Harry, please. Can't wait any longer. Fuck me. Merlin, been wanting you for so long." Draco begged.
Harry's hands slipped down to grasp at Draco's arse and pull his cheeks open. He shuffled Draco a little higher against the wall and they both gasped as Harry's cock slipped free and slapped wetly against Draco's hole.
"Uhhh…" Draco moaned.
Harry couldn't think, he felt like he couldn't even breath. Draco was writhing against him, moaning, gasping and begging for him. It was better than anything he even half remembered from last night, or any other one night stand previously. His magic called out to Draco's and it answered, sparks cracked against Harry's skin wherever they touched... It was beyond words.
Sex with muggles had never been like this, never. This was millions of times better, infinitely; and not just because of their compatible magic but because of who the person was that Harry had pinned to his shower wall - untouchable Draco Malfoy.
The perfect Slytherin prince, panting for him. Practically gagging for him. It was a heady feeling and Harry only wanted more. To know this man intimately, know every spot, every way he could make this beautiful man lose control. More than anything Harry wanted to see him come undone, cum on just his cock and scream his name.
Harry slipped one hand down and began to sweep his fingers over Draco's furled hole and fucking hell wasn't that a thought. He was playing with Draco Malfoy's arsehole. "Christ, you're so fucking hot." Harry gasped.
"Ah! Yes… Please, touch me!" Draco yelled, his arms moving from Harry's arms to his shoulders, scrapping his blunt nails over his shoulder blades and squeezing his legs around Harry's waist.
Magic seemed to pool in his hand as Harry pressed his index finger into Draco's arse. Shouldn't have forgotten lube. Harry through vaguely with a frown, but even as the thought passed through his mind Harry felt a spark in his fingers and found his hand soaked with thick lube.
"Fuck!" Draco shouted. "Fucking hell, AH!"
Harry pulled back slightly in confusion. "W-what?" He panted.
"Ah… Shit…" Draco gased, "Merlin, Harry… I always knew you were powerful but… You just wandlessly conjured lube."
"Oh… Right." Harry blinked and started at the hugely blown pupils in Draco's eyes.
"Hmm… That felt… uhh…" Draco wriggled in Harry's hands.
Harry grinned and pressed his finger back inside, it was hot, wet and he felt something slick slop down onto the shower floor. Oh fuck… Harry hadn't just conjured lude in his hand. He'd fucking filled Draco with it. It was dripping down onto Harry's feet.
"Christ." Harry swore again, he couldn't take much more of this. He needed to be inside Draco, his cock throbbed painfully at the thought. Quickly Harry pressed a second finger into Draco and began spreading him open.
Harry, Harry, Harry… Ah, ah… So good. Want you so much.
Draco's scrambled throughs flickered through Harry's mind as he kept stretching and pressing into the slick heat. He wriggled his fingers searching for that bud of nerves. Where is it?
"HARRY!" Draco suddenly screamed.
There it is.
"Now, please… Oh merlin… Fuck me! Please!" Draco whined pressing back onto Harry's fingers and thrusting his cock against his stomach.
As you wish, Harry though with a deep chuckle. He shifted Draco again and slowly pressed his cock into his soul-mate. Fuck. So wet, so hot… So tight!
"Yes! YES!" Draco babbled, pulling Harry's shoulders closer and smashing his lips against Harry's.
Their teeth cracked together as they both mindlessly sucked and bit at eachothers lips. Harry thrust up into Draco and gripped his waist tightly pulling him down onto his cock at the same time. Draco's hands clawed at Harry's shoulders his hips thrusting up into Harry's stomach. Harry pulled away from that sinful mouth and panted into Draco's shoulder.
"F-f-fuck, har-hard-harder… Ha-Harry!" Draco cried as Harry gripped him hard and slammed his hips up into Draco, pressing him against the tiles. Yes! Merlin! Finally!
Harry couldn't stop the chuckle at Draco's thought of 'finally' inside his head. You're so cute when you're getting shagged against a wall.
Fuck off, Potter. Draco growled.
Nah, I'd much rather fuck you. Harry grinned and shifted his feet slightly further apart, the change in angle meant he could slam his cock into Draco's prostate with every thrust. He wasn't going to last much longer and he wanted Draco to cum at the same time.
"Uhhhhmmmm…. Ah! Ah! Ah!" Draco was practically purring and gasping with every thrust. Harry nipped at his ear lobe, then returned to the spot he'd previously been sucking on. There would be a large purple bruise there tomorrow and Harry thought with a stab of possessiveness it would look very sexy, a mark that meant Draco was his.
"Mine." Harry growled releasing the bit of flesh he'd been sucking on with a wet pop.
"Yessss, yours. Always yours." Draco answered. And you're mine. No one else. Not ever.
"Dra-Draco... " Harry was panting hard now, sweat mixed with water from the shower flowed down his back. Yes, yours Draco. Only you. Yours forever.
"Fuck!" Draco yelled, as his muscles clamped down around Harry's cock. "Arghhhhhh… Gonna cum… Harry!"
"Jesus Christ, Draco… Fucking so tight." Harry growled pulling Draco's cheeks further apart and grinding himself against that special spot inside him. "Yours. Mine… Fucking love your arse. Love your voice. In my head, in my mind fucking constantly."
Draco's head snapped back, his skull making a hollow thunk noise as it met with the tiled wall. "AH! H-HARRY!" He screamed as his arse clamped impossibly tight and his hands clawed at Harry's shoulders and he was cumming. All over Harry's chest and stomach, he arched exquisitely his milky-white skin shining almost silver with the sweat and water. Harry had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.
So fucking gorgeous, love you. Love you so much! Harry's mind shattered as his whole body seemed to follow Draco over the edge and he was filling his soul-mate as he continued to thrust weakly though his climax. Never in his life had he ever experienced a whole body orgasim. Harry's head fell onto Draco's shoulder as he panted harshly trying to keep his strength so he didn't drop him.
I love you too, Harry. Draco's soft voice whispered through his mind.
2:00pm, Wednesday, 20th January 1999
"I hope you all enjoyed your holidays!?" Flitwick said, joyfully from his perch atop his stool at the front of the Charms classroom. "And I hope you've all remembered that your assignment of the harmonia cogitari charm is due today!" The Professor chuckled at the collective groan from the class. "Now, now cheer up! It's not that bad!"
"Remember! I will grade you on the strength of your link. If you and your partner can successfully cast the charm but cannot share anything, you will receive an Acceptable grading. If you can cast the charm and share thoughts you'll receive Exceeds Expectations. Finally if you and your partner can link, share thoughts and images you'll receive an Outstanding grade." Flitwick ginned, "So really, unless you can't cast the charm at all you can't fail!"
"Now, I shall call you up, one by one and get you to try to complete two tests. One will be a test to send thoughts, and the second will be to test if you can share images. So, I'd like to test Hannah Abbot and Lavender Brown, first thank you."
Draco chuckled and nudged Harry softly, What do you think, Potter? Do we have a chance at making the Outstanding grade? He asked.
Harry smirked, his emerald eyes sparkling with mirth, Well, that all depends Malfoy. Draco's only answer was one arched blond eyebrow. Do you think you can keep your thoughts out of the gutter for ten minutes?
Oh, Shut up... You love it, Harry.
The End.
