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Chapter 6

Bonded

Every now and then, over the course of the world's history, there have been a few witches and wizards so powerful that they could not fully control their own powers. Often, they would be consumed, and the power would control them instead. The Fates that govern all of existence saw this, and saw that these powerful ones were needed. So, in order to prevent the seemingly inevitable burnout, other beings were brought into existence.

These others would be a perfect compliment to their mates. If one was light, the other would be dark. If one was all fire and storm, the other would be the peaceful calm of water. In essence, the other would be a grounding force for its partner.

In order to be sure that the two matched would find each other and know each other for who they truly were, the Fates coded certain things right into their very makeup. They made sure that the passion between the two would be too powerful to ever ignore. Unfortunately, this passion was sometimes mistaken for anger, for hate. In these instances, the consequences were dire. Neither one of the pair was truly complete, and the world around them suffered for it.

However, it is known that when these pairs come together, they always do great things. One with power is always born into a time when they are needed.

Over the course of time, this knowledge of mated beings of power has been slowly but surely forgotten. None in living memory can remember the last time that one with power was born, and so those that do know the story pass it off as just that, a story. Something told to children to give them hope in desperate times. However, the Fates have not forgotten, and the time has finally come when one is needed again. The world has become stagnant in its beliefs, blindly following where it should be thinking for itself. Traditions are followed that have no meaning anymore. Society is in need of change, but the only ones that can see this are shunned, pushed aside, and called evil.

And so, one with power was born, and he has a world of work ahead of him.

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Harry woke slowly. He felt a sense of deep contentment, as though everything was perfect and everything would be alright. He felt safe and warm wrapped in Draco's arms.

'Wait, Draco's arms?' Harry started awake, remembering suddenly the events of the night before. All he could really remember was heat, passion, and want. He felt as though it had needed to happen. Strangely enough, the thought that they had gone too far too fast never entered his mind. He knew that it wasn't really normal for one's first sexual encounter to go all the way, but then again, when had he and Draco ever been normal?

Harry turned into Draco and watched the other teen sleep. Something seemed different, but Harry couldn't quite place what it was. He felt like something within him that he hadn't even realized was empty had been filled. He felt…whole, for the first time in his life.

As Harry was mulling things over, Draco had begun stirring. When he opened his eyes to find a pair of emeralds staring back at him, he smiled softly. "Hey lovely. How are you feeling this morning?"

Harry snorted. "Well my arse is a bit sore, but that's to be expected I suppose."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes well, you shouldn't hiss at me if you can't deal with the consequences. That's damn hot you know."

Harry looked confused. "Hiss? What are you talking about Draco? I don't remember hissing."

"Yeah, well you were. I couldn't understand what you were saying, but you got your point across clearly enough. Wouldn't take no for an answer if I recall. So, um, do you feel any different?"

"A bit. I mean, I feel like I'm complete now, you know?"

Draco smiled. "Strangely enough, I know exactly what you mean." He stared at Harry for a bit, before noticing something out of place. "Harry, when did you get a tattoo on your neck?"

"What? I don't-" Harry looked at Draco. "Um, you have one too."

Both looked at the other for a minute before bolting out of the bed and running for the bathroom mirror. Both were understandably shocked, although Harry at least had gotten some practice with dealing with strange markings appearing on his body overnight.

Draco was confused. "Harry, why would I get a tattoo? I mean, you're the über powerful one, right?"

"I don't know. Do you think it has something to do with last night?" asked Harry.

"Maybe. But people have sex all the time without getting snakes around their necks," said Draco.

"Yeah, well when have we ever been like other people?" asked Harry. "Maybe we should ask uncle Sev and Tom."

"No, I was planning on walking around with a magical tattoo and not telling anyone about it," said Draco sarcastically.

"Shut it you. I'm taking a shower."

Draco looked up. "Wait for me."

"Well if you'd stop being so vain and staring at yourself, I wouldn't have to wait," Harry replied with a smirk.

Draco didn't respond, instead deciding that his (and Harry's) mouth could be doing something much better. Both boys stumbled into the shower, only parting when they needed air.

Harry stared at Draco as the water streamed down his body. If it was possible, he had become even paler than Harry remembered. His skin seemed to give off an ethereal glow. Draco looked like a statue come to life. He was absolutely beautiful. As Harry looked into Draco's lust filled eyes, he suddenly knew that Draco thought the same as he did. Harry had never thought of himself as attractive, but seeing the look in Draco's eyes, he finally felt wanted.

Both teens studied the other for a moment, before bringing their bodies together once more. Harry reached out his hand, and a seat appeared behind Draco. Harry pushed him down, and settled himself on Draco's lap. Draco was surprised at first, but that quickly disappeared. He reached a hand down and grabbed a hold of Harry's cock. Harry gasped at the contact, and returned the favor.

Harry's free hand reached out, as if to grab something. A small bottle of lube appeared in his hand. He smiled and held it out to Draco.

Draco slipped one finger into the bottle and reached down behind Harry, gently probing at his opening. Harry gasped at the first small invasion, but very quickly was pushing back against it, looking for more. Draco removed his hand, ignoring the whimper that escaped from Harry, and coated two more fingers with the lube. He quickly prepared Harry, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold off for very long.

Harry had been resting his head on Draco's shoulder, panting slightly. He sighed when Draco removed his fingers, and lifted himself up slightly. He reached down and coated Draco with the smooth gel, before slowly lowering himself back down.

Both boys gasped, unable to move for a moment. Draco waited for Harry to adjust, and when he began moving, so did Draco. It didn't take long before both of them were shuddering against each other, panting with the intensity of their relief.

"Well," said Harry, "that was one of the nicest showers I've ever taken."

Draco laughed. "Me too."

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Once both boys were actually clean and dressed, they headed down to the dining room for breakfast. When they arrived, Snape and Voldemort were waiting for them.

"Well well well," drawled Snape, "you two are looking…sickeningly satisfied."

Harry smirked. "While I appreciate the alliteration, that is really none of your business uncle Sev."

"Now Harry, don't be like that. How are we supposed to ask about the tattoos if they don't know what we did to get them?"

Voldemort looked up. "Tattoos? You managed to get tattoos last night? How?"

"Well actually Tom, we were hoping you two could help us figure that out. We woke up this morning, and there they were. They're the same, but the colors are exactly opposite. I've got a green snake with silver eyes, and Draco's got a silver snake with green eyes." As he spoke, Harry pulled his collar down to allow the two men to see the mark. Both men stood to study the teens.

Voldemort spoke first. "Huh, that is strange. What exactly did you two do last night?" He paused. "Wait, no, scratch that. We really don't need to know the details."

Harry blushed and decided that his shoes were very interesting. Draco sighed. "Oh for Merlin's sake Harry. We rubbed each other off, and then I fucked him into the sheets. Twice."

Snape glared. "All you had to say was that you went as far as possible. I really didn't need the image of my nephew and my godson doing that."

"Aw, what's the matter Sev? I know you're not getting any while father's in prison, but that's no need to get all squeamish. After the number of times I had to see your bare ass in the air, I think you've got nothing to preach about."

"Yes, well I am not responsible for the fact that you don't know how to knock. All those times were your fault. If I remember correctly, several times the door was even locked."

Draco didn't respond, instead deciding that sticking his tongue out at the man was a much better idea.

Harry had finally looked up. He was distracted from his mortification by one simple fact. "Wait. Uncle Sev is fucking your father? Since when? And why wouldn't you knock after, gee I don't know, the FIRST time?"

"Well Harry, the FIRST time, as you say, was when I was about five. It wasn't my fault. Anyway, they've been together since they were in school. My parent's marriage served one function, to get an heir for the Malfoy line. Once mother was pregnant, my parents never slept in the same wing of the manor again."

"Oh. Well, this may take some getting used to. And I thought that your father would be out of prison by now. Couldn't you break him out or something? I mean, if Sirius could get out of there, surely someone else could."

"Harry, my father is a law abiding citizen. He is waiting patiently while we work to get him out the legal way. And by legal I mean bribing as many people as possible." Draco smirked. "It's so much fun being the richest family in the wizarding world."

"Hey, what about me? I've got the Potter and the Black fortunes. Doesn't that make me filthy rich too?"

"Well yes, but even with both, you're still number two. Heh heh. We have so much money that we could give every witch and wizard in England a thousand galleons each and still be number one on the list."

"Well, you know I could probably help you out. After all, I am the boy-who-just-wouldn't-fucking-die. People worship me, and not just because of my staggering good looks. If I ask really nicely, the minister would probably let your dad out. He owes me quite a few favors."

"Excuse me," said Voldemort, "while all this is fascinating, I was wondering if we could get back to the tattoos that appeared overnight? You all get distracted rather easily, and Lucius can wait a little while longer."

Harry smirked at him. "Well, Draco and I are just seventeen years old you know. And if uncle Sev hasn't gotten any in as long as Draco mentioned, then you can't really blame him either. Besides, aren't you, as the leader, supposed to keep us all on track, oh great moldy shorts?"

Draco collapsed in a fit of giggles while Severus looked on confused. "Moldy shorts? Where on earth did that come from?"

"Well, as Harry mentioned, he is seventeen. Boys that age are rather immature," replied Voldemort. He glanced at Draco, who was still on the floor and turned to Harry. "You may want to get him off of the floor. We do need to discuss these tattoos."

Despite Harry's best efforts, it took almost five minutes to get Draco calmed down. Finally, with a last muttered, "moldy," Draco got back into his seat.

Voldemort shot one last glare in Draco's direction before he spoke. "From what you've described, the two of you are bonded in some way. There are some old stories about very powerful beings who actually needed a mate to help ground their power, but most people accept these stories as just that, stories. There hasn't been any mention of anything like this in thousands of years, so no one really knows if it is true. It's the only thing I can think of however, as there is no magical creature blood in either of your bloodlines. Severus, what do you think?"

"Well honestly I don't know. I've only ever heard of mates and bonding when dealing with magical creatures. However, between the four of us, we probably have just about every book ever printed, so we should be able to find out what's going on. In the meantime, I suggest we concentrate on other things, such as what we are going to do about Dumbledore."

"Don't worry uncle Sev," said Harry, "I'll be the one taking care of Bumblefuck. Draco and I have got it figured out. I'll get resorted into Slytherin, take back all the money that he took from my accounts, and basically just take all of his support right out from underneath him. By the time I'm through with him, everyone will know the truth and he'll die a broken man. Hehehe. I can't wait!"

The other three men in the room stared at Harry, incredulous looks on their faces. Harry just looked back, his face the perfect study of innocence. "What? What's so wrong about wanting to utterly destroy the man who has kept me from having any sort of life at all? He killed my parents then lied to me about it, forced me to stay with the Dursleys, and meant to use me as a weapon to get rid of his competition. I should think that I deserve a little revenge, no?"

Draco finally shook himself out of his stupor. "Harry, love, it's not that we don't think you deserve revenge, it's just that you seem a little blasé about the fact that you are going to kill a man."

"Well, I've been training to kill the man who murdered my parents since I was eleven. It's just that now I know that I am going after the right guy."

Before anyone could respond, they were interrupted by an owl landing on the table. It held out its leg to Draco, waiting impatiently as he took the letter tied there. As soon as the letter was free, the owl took off.

"What'd you get Draco?" asked Harry.

"Hmm? Oh, it's my Hogwarts letter. I wonder where yours is. These things are supposed to be self-addressing."

"Bumblefuck probably didn't send one. He hasn't since fifth year. Usually I just get my books and things when I get back to school. If there's anything else I need, I get escorted to Hogsmeade by an Order member. In case you hadn't noticed, I don't really have much freedom. You know, 'worries about my safety' and all."

"Well that sucks. You want to go tomorrow? We could disguise you, though I don't think that anyone would recognize you now."

"Sure. Should be fun."

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I can't believe it's been a whole month since I've updated! I am soooooo sorry! I got hit with major writer's block on this chapter. That's no excuse, I know. Sorry sorry sorry. Please forgive me.

Anyway, I hope that you liked this chappie. Next time we go back to Diagon Alley, where the story first began. Hehehe. Six chapters of flashbacks. Wow. Anyway, enjoy, and I'll try to get the next chappie out much quicker.

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