I'm putting this up at part one of a two part chapter, because it's not really finished, but I feel like if I don't get it out now I may not have it out before the next book comes out, and then…rioting 0.0

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WARNING: This is the chapter for the M rating!

Chapter 4

The room was lit by only a few candles, which flickered unpredictably in the midnight darkness. Ron, Harry and Draco were all dressed in the only formal wear they currently possessed: their Hogwarts robes. Harry and Draco knelt, facing each other, while Ron sat cross-legged, a large, warn, ancient looking book in his lap.

"I, Harry Potter, pledge to protect and guard over Draco Malfoy, to the best of my ability, and keep him safe from those who would cause him harm."

"In return, I, Draco Malfoy, give myself to Harry Potter completely, and pledge to do his bidding, as he will have me."

Ron gently took two shining silver pendants from the box they'd found earlier, and handed one to Harry.

Harry took the pendant, spreading the chain, and looping it around Draco's neck. The blonde blinked up at him through thick lashes, smiling.

"I will stand by you forever." Harry whispered gently.

Ron handed the second pendant to Draco. He took it, looping it similarly over Harry's head. He touched the pendant lightly, looking up into Harry's eyes.

"I will stand by you forever."

"I, Ronald Weasley, bear witness to this union that it shall not be in vain. It is so."

…

The next morning, Harry came strolling into the kitchen, hands in his pockets, Draco in toe. They sat next to each other, they ate quietly, and no one said much of anything, until Mrs. Weasley served Harry and Draco their third helping of egg and Draco started to tuck in.

"Ah!" she cried, "You're using your right hand!"

Everyone at the table immediately stared down at Harry and Draco's now disjointed hands. There was a resounding "thank goodness" and Ginny squealed, throwing her arms around Harry's neck, of which Draco was not appreciative. Ron gave Harry a big grin, and Harry returned it. It had worked.

That night immediately after the ceremony, nothing had changed. When Ron had left them, with a sort of awkward bow, they had still been chained together.

"Heh, this is our wedding night" Draco said with a sly grin.

Harry's eyes went wide.

"We don't have to…I mean…do we?" He tried to ignore the way his member twitched at memories of Draco's little demonstration.

The blonde shrugged.

"It would probably help. And besides," the smirk was back again, as he sat on the bed and motioned for Harry to do the same, "this was part of the arrangement."

"I-I don't know…" Harry sat, turning his head away, but had it turned back by a smooth hand on his cheek.

"Potter…Harry" Draco whispered, and captured his lips.

Harry's first thought was that this was nothing like the first kiss. It was wetter, it was deeper, and Draco wasn't crying. But that wasn't all. It was nothing like the way Cho kissed, or the way Ginny kissed, even though he'd considered Ginny a very good kisser. He couldn't exactly explain it. It was like…he knew. Draco knew. Draco knew exactly the way he liked to be kissed, and it made him think about all the other things Draco knew about. He remembered that tongue, and the pleasure it had given him that he hadn't been able to enjoy fully awake…yet.

Draco sucked on his bottom lip, and Harry sucked on his top lip. Draco nibbled, and Harry moaned. Draco's tongue swiped along Harry's bottom lip, and all at once there was a battle of tongue and teeth and lips, and Harry forgot his train of thought completely.

Except for the part about the tongue, he wanted that. Badly.

Draco pushed him back on the bed, and they scooted best they could till his head rested on the pillows, and then began kissing again. Draco straddled him, tugging at Harry's robes, without breaking the kiss. With his free hand, Harry began de-robeing Draco, and soon they were both in boxer shorts and undershirts. The undershirts did not last long.

Draco broke the kiss, only to bring his lips to Harry's neck, kissing down to his collar bone where the pendant lay. Pausing briefly, Draco gazed at it, then leaned down slowly and placed a single kiss on the shining metal. Draco looked back up at Harry. They kissed briefly, before the blonde's wicked grin returned, and he started kissing Harry's stomach. His tongue darted into Harry's navel and the raven haired boy bucked his hips, crying out gently. Draco continued to train kisses down to the hem of Harry's boxers, which he removed with one smooth motion that gained him a gasp from his raven haired lover.

"Oh, D-Draccco!" Harry moaned, as he felt himself be enveloped by wet heat.

Draco swirled his tongue around the head, sucked it into his mouth, swallowed it to the root. He loved the way Harry babbled incoherently as he did so, but he could feel him coming close, and he didn't want to waste this opportunity. If they didn't do it tonight, Harry would be able to find some reason to delay it indefinitely.

Draco released Harry's hardened cock from his mouth, and crawled back up the bed, peeling off his own boxers as he did so.

"W-why?" Harry asked pitifully, eyes wide with surprise and lust.

"because, I want you inside me" Draco half-moaned, and he ground their hips together and captured Harry's lips once again.

They rubbed against each other as they made out. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him as close as possible.

Draco wondered at the romanticism of it all. He'd had sex a lot. A lot a lot. But never like this. Never this beautiful touch, delicate and, dare he think it, loving.

He broke the kiss to whisper Harry's name, then nibbled on his earlobe. Harry gasped and laughed and groaned, and let his hands slide down. They were on Draco's lower back, and he slowly let them drift down. He could feel his heart beating fasted in his chest, terrified.

"You can touch me, Harry, I don't mind." Draco mumbled sweetly, in a voice Harry had never heard before.

His hands cupped Draco's taught arse cheeks and could no longer help himself. He griped hard at his arse, bucking upward, as though to release himself right then and there. Draco could sense the desperation, and sat up, grabbing for Harry's wand.

"W-what are you doing?" he couldn't be sure because of his lust clouded mind, but he didn't think Draco was supposed to use his wand. He sat up warily.

Draco shoved him back, did not point the wand at him, but instead, on his own hand. He mumbled a word, and cool, pale blue lube came out the end of Harry's wand. He stared.

What Draco did next is an image that Harry would remember for the rest of his life. Though it would be repeated in different scenarios, it was this one that truly captured his memory forever.

Draco began to prepare himself. He spread the lube all over his hands, then pulling himself straight up on his knees, he reached behind and pushed his fingers into himself. Harry watched as the blonde pushed and pulled, stretching and preparing himself for Harry. He hadn't thought it was possible to get any more turned on, but if it was, he was.

When he was ready, he turned his hands onto Harry's cock, spreading the rest of the lube all over it. Then, straddling Harry once more, he positioned Harry at his entrance, and gently lowered his hips. Harry groaned, and Draco hummed gently at the pleasant feeling of being filled up, then he slowly began rocking his hips. It didn't take long, Harry was already almost to his breaking point, a few expert thrust from Draco, and he was a pile of mush.

He came with a gasp and a low groan. Draco, still hard, rolled off of him, and began stroking himself rapidly, trying to finish off in time to enjoy the after orgasm lethargy with his new lover.

Harry could only watch for a few moments, before he reached over and began to help. Draco's eyes were wide, and then they went back to half laden and full of lust, as he and Harry's met eyes. They kept eye contact as Harry jerked him off, up until the moment Draco came, when he closed his eyes, and stars exploded in his head.

It was damn good, and it was just a freaking hand job! Draco couldn't believe it.

They gazed at each other, searching eyes for hints as to what to do next. Cuddle? Or did they not want that?

After a full five minutes of confused staring, Draco gave and exasperated sigh and snatched up Harry's arm, wrapping it around his waist, and snuggling into his chest. Harry accepted this, holding Draco close, and stroking his hair gently. He was just about to go to drift off, when Harry sat full bolt right in bed.

"What the f-ck?!" Draco asked angrily, glaring at Harry Potter, who was looking at the end of the bed with a goofy grin on his face.

Draco followed his gaze and found the cuffs, looking abandoned among the messed sheets. His grin became about as goofy as Harry's, albeit in a very dignified, Malfoy-ish way.

"Want another go?"

Draco's head whipped around and he stared at his "husband," who was now wearing a grin of an entirely different kind.

…

This was all too much of a "miracle" for Hermione. They'd done some sort of a spell, she knew. But what infuriated her, what drove her mad like nothing else sense her first days at Hogwarts, was not knowing.

What irritated her even more than that, if it was possible, was that Ron didn't seem worried at all. The seven of them, Harry, Ron, Draco, Luna, Neville, Ginny and herself, were in the sitting room, lounging on love seats and cushy chairs circled around a small coffee table. Ron and Harry were relaxed, happy, Ginny seemed pleased, and trying very hard not to smother Harry, just like she had since the day they broke up. Luna was regarding them all with a sort of removed amusement, even Neville seemed at ease, though he had been seemingly perpetually terrified at the prolonged exposure to Draco Malfoy. Actually, Malfoy seemed to be the only sane one, looking almost stunned by the overall acceptance that had so completely enveloped him.

Ron chuckled as Ginny made fun of something the twins did, and nudged Harry in an encouraging way. Neville, with wide eyes, asked if that was really true, and Luna made some comment about something that wasn't true, and had nothing to do (really) with the subject at hand, and Malfoy made a mildly scathing remark, but it was focuses on the twins, and everyone laugh. Hermione stared.

And Malfoy caught her staring.

They met eyes, and neither back down, meeting the silent challenge while laughter surrounded them. Malfoy sneered, and Hermione gave him her Ron-perfected, I'm-warning-you look. She let him know with her eyes that she knew he was up to something, and that he was going down. If Ron wasn't going to be the over-protective one, she would be. But Malfoy met her glare, daring her to do her worst. "You can't touch me" his eyes seemed to say, and hers replied "just watch me."

Harry saw the exchange, too late to prevent the heat of anger, but soon enough to put a stop to this staring match.

"Draco" he said softly, putting a hand on his arm.

Hermione watched Draco's eyes and felt as though she were watching a spell being broken. As he turned toward Harry, Malfoy's eyes became soft, almost submissive. It was unbelievable to her, and she wasn't the only one. The rest of the crew watched this exchange with incredulous interest.

There was a sudden silence that Draco couldn't take.

"Can I take a shower?" He asked Harry directly, standing up and focusing on him.

"uh…yeah, sure." Harry looked around at his friends, who were watching him closely and curiously. He stood up and led Draco up the stairs to show him where the shower and towels were.

Hermione looked at Ron. Ron looked at Hermione. Hermione stared. Ginny raised one eyebrow. Luna smiled, amused. Neville looked worried. Ron gulped.

"I don't know what, how, or why." Ron said in a would-be defiant voice.

"Really?" his sort-of-maybe-just-a-little-bit girlfriend asked calmly.

"Y-yes"

"Did you notice the way that Malfoy…" Neville began gently.

"He did what Harry said…" Ginny turned a curious stare towards Ron.

"That's true, it's almost like Harry has some sort of…control…" Hermione had locked Ron within her gaze, and he gulped again.

"He's in love" Luna said simply, making them all turn towards her in mildly sock and amusement.

"nonsense" (Hermione)

"that's…weird, Luna" (Neville)

Ginny laughed.

"please…please don't say that" Ron buried his head in his hands, and the staring went back to him.

…

"Here you go" Harry set a towel on the toilet and opened the shower curtain, as if Draco wouldn't know where the bath was otherwise.

"Care to join me?"

…

Ginny walked up the stairs with the bored look of someone who's doing something quite ordinary and not thinking about anything in particular. She didn't notice the eyes of a jealous blonde on her as she walked into the room she and Hermione shared.

She closed the door haphazardly behind her (a big mistake), and began taking off her shirt, intending to change into her pajamas. She flung the shirt onto her bed, and picking up her night shirt, she adjusted her black bra strap, and turned slightly towards the door.

She screamed, held her pajama top to her chest, and stared in horror at Draco Malfoy, leaning in the doorway.

"I can see why he likes you" he said in his calm, sleazy way, closing the door behind him.

Ginny gaped at him, desperately trying to cover herself up, and he smirked at this new power.

"You're such a little bitch, why would he like you?" he glared, hating her, and for a few moments, Ginny lost her fear.

He hated her, really hated her. It wasn't the superior, "I'm better than you so back off" hatred that he held for her brother, it was real, true dislike. But why? She was Ron's little sister, wouldn't that make him think of her as even more worthless?

But then it occurred to her who he was talking about: Harry. Harry was the one who liked her. Ginny remembered why Luna had said, the Malfoy was in love with Harry. Could it really be? If she added that into the equation, the rest made perfect sense. She was a greater threat to him because, though Ron was Harry's best friend, she was Harry's x-girlfriend, well known to be his best-liked-girlfriend as well. A much greater threat to…to Malfoy? Why would her being Harry's x make her such a threat, unless he was…with him. Realization struck her face, and her shirt dropped from her hands.

Ginny smirked, hands on her hips, she regarded Draco with an amused and superior look. He was suddenly frightened. She looked powerful this was, in her blue jean shorts and black bra, unashamed and formidable. She reminded Draco of himself somehow.

"Pouf!" Ginny laughed.

Draco's cheeks flamed pink against his pale skin, and Ginny gazed in wonder at how really gay he looked.

"So, what is it to you?!" he asked haughtily, turning is nose up at her.

"You like him, don't you?"

Draco gaped at her, mouth opening and shutting in a very un-malfoy-ish way.

"W-why would you think that"

"Well," she began ticking things off on her fingers, "you've sought him out for years"

"He's my rival, and…"

"you sleep in the same bed."

"the chains, you silly woman…"

"…even after the chains were taken off…"

"the spell, they're like invisible chains, we have to stay within a certain distance of each other…"

"what about the way you look at him?"

Draco stared.

"the way you can't stand anyone who gets too closed to him"

Now he was glaring.

"the way you call him 'Potter' like it's a pet name."

He gaped at her. Ginny smirked.

"I'm right, aren't I?"