Make or break

Draco said nothing. He did nothing. He hadn't moved in two minutes. He hadn't released Harry's hand, and his only visible movement was his blinking. The blue had faded sufficiently now, turning his eyes into an interesting grayish blue, they were quite startling in comparison to his pale skin and hair. Although, the various vicious, red cuts and purple bruises lessened the comparison considerably.

Harry had done just as much. He had just managed to sit down, favored Draco with a few glances, glances that were never met, but for all intents and purposes he had basically sat in silence.

Draco coughed; the sudden sound seemed alien to Harry, as it had been a considerable amount of minutes in silence. Harry gently, with his free hand, ran his fingers soothingly through Draco's ruffled, dirty and in certain places blood stained hair. An animalistic whimper issued from Draco's throat and Harry felt at lost as to what to do.

"Tell me what to do? I don't know what to do, tell me what I can do?"

Draco's response was to squeeze his eyes tightly shut; it had been an attempt to stop the tears that had been collecting to fall. It was futile and the tears made their trail. Feeling his defeat Draco opened his eyes.

"I'm pathetic."

Harry narrowed his eyes and with as much authority as he could muster he corrected him.

"No you're not. Draco your heritage, it's... not easy. You're doing really well..."

Draco let go of Harry's hand and out a hysterical laugh, it made the hairs on Harry's neck go ram rod straight.

"REALLY WELL! This is really well! I've got a Mate who can barely stand to be around with me, whole new host of enemies, got attacked by a freaking bird thanks to the great Oaf! And to top it all off I'm a bigger freak than previously thought possible!"

Harry knew Draco was building himself up, building himself up for hysteria. Harry silenced Draco with his lips, he tried to convey as much new found love and care as possible. When Harry withdrew from Draco the threat of hysteria was gone. And a new emotion was filling Draco's eyes. The special moment was ruined however by Madam Promfrey.

"Time to go Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy has serious injuries and it would do him well to rest, without distraction. Dumbledore wishes to speak with you"

Draco was glaring hotly at Madam Promfrey and Harry couldn't suppress a grin. He leaned over Draco's face and turned to his ear.

"I won't leave you."

With that Harry swept out. He ran as fast as he could to Dumbledore's Office.

He knocked on the door, Dumbledore answered immediately.

"Come in Harry, we have much to discuss, I feel the time approaches."

His mind was in a haze, over-whelmed by the information Dumbledore had drilled into him. All he knew was that he had to get to Draco. He had promised him and Harry knew that at this moment in time Draco properly thought he had betrayed his promise. He raced to his and Draco's room. Forgetting about changing for bed Harry kicked his shoes and socks off and flopped onto the bed. His emotional exhaustion easily drifted him into a deep sleep.

(Dream)

"HARRY! HARRY!"

The shouting of his name was the first thing Harry was aware of in his and Draco's black world.

"HARRY!"

Harry scanned around for Draco, he saw nothing. He was about to shout out when suddenly out of the darkness, a magnificent creature ran into his arms. Draco flung his pale arms around Harry's naked back.

His blue wings curled protectively over him and Harry and caressed them both. Harry gripped Draco tight and immediately planted kisses along Draco's jaw line. Draco fell to his knees, his head swinging to the side, revealing his tender neck. Harry waited not a moment longer.

He dipped his head down.

"Do you know what you're offering Draco? You're starting the bonding ritual. This spiritually binds you to me."

Draco looked at Harry in a mixture of confusion and sadness.

"How do you know?"

Harry laughed.

"I know more than you think, Dumbledore told me a great deal this evening."

Draco's surprise slowly faded and his head drooped sadly, he jerked when he felt Harry's gentle hand under his chin. He obeyed the movement and his eyes met Harry's.

"Draco I said I knew, I didn't say I didn't want to. It's taken me a long time Draco, and for that I'm sorry. In fact ironically it's all down to Hagrid. Draco you were a mess, you still are in the infirmity. You were covered in blood, drenched in it, and you looked like death. It's then I realized something, something deep down I've known ever since I accepted you. I love you. I really love you."

Bittersweet tears streamed down Draco's face.

"This isn't you Harry; this is just the Mate side. The rest of you doesn't feel this way."

Harry chuckled, and Draco looked hurt. Harry hastily continued.

"This is me, all of me. I love you, you're my exquisite Veela. You always will be. I'm ready Draco. I want to begin the Bonding Ritual."

Draco's face was a picture. It was pure undiluted happiness; it almost made Harry's heart break. Draco swung his head back again, revealing his pale neck.

"Say the incantations and bite me, your saliva will make a mark, then I have to bite your wrist have you willingly smear your blood over the mark and the spiritual binding will be complete."

Harry smiled and said gently.

"I know, but there's one thing Dumbledore left out. This binding it is of equal ground isn't it."

Draco tensed slightly.

"Harry, a Veela and its Mate are never on equal ground. You will be the Master of this link, the link once established grows. If we're close enough we'll be able to read each other's thoughts and emotions. I can participate and I will feel your emotions and hear your thoughts but you have the power to block me. You can make the link one route for as long as you like. In other words you would have access to me and my feelings but I wouldn't be able to penetrate you."

Harry's eyes darkened slightly.

"I love you Draco, and I'll never use my power over you."

Draco shook his head.

"You will and you have. I don't mind Harry, it's natural. I'm yours, every inch of me. It's right that every once in awhile you take control. It's the way."

Harry narrowed his eyes and racked his memory. Trying to think when he had over powered Draco. Draco smirked, working out what Harry was doing.

"The dream before, you called me from the Darkness, made me come to you. In the bedroom you became my master figure. You see, it's already happened."

Harry absorbed Draco's words and felt slight self hatred form in his stomach.

"I had no idea, I just- Oh Draco I'm sorry-"

"Don't say you're sorry, because I'm not. I needed you to, both times. It gives me strength; it makes me feel loved and cared for. Don't you dare apologize for making me feel that way? Now you gonna' bind me or what? My neck's hurting."

Harry smirked and nodded. Draco further strained his neck out and his blue wings flapped and folded out behind his back. Harry kissed the delicate skin and Draco shivered.

"Splendor, exquisiteness all these are yours my Veela. I love you with all my heart and I now make you mine. With my mark upon your neck you shall be joined to me. Your heart and my heart, your mind and my mind."

Draco could barely remember his part, due to the happiness that was flowing through him.

"Power, strength all these are yours my Mate. I accept your binding, your mark upon my neck. Your heart to mine and your mind to mine, forever."

Pink swirls of magic appeared from the dark and circled around them. Harry took a deep breath and without further hesitation bit hard on Draco's neck. Draco gasped, and strong arms wrapped around him. Pain sparked from his neck, as Harry's saliva began to mix with the Veela's magic. A mark slowly formed and some how Harry knew when to pull away.

Draco's neck had a ring of angry red skin, within the ring was a mark. A slivery blue feather, it was quite small but not small enough to be missed. Draco shuddered; he felt his fangs descend from his gums and barred them out of reflex. Harry nodded and outstretched his wrist. Draco looked deeply into Harry's eyes for a moment, before dipping his head and slowly sinking his fangs into Harry's wrist. At first it hurt, but the Veela's fangs released their juices and as Dumbledore had told them, worked as an anesthetic, and the pain fell away.

Draco pulled back. His blue fangs stained with Harry's blood, he tipped his head to the side again and waited for Harry to smear him. Harry looked at the feather and carefully smeared his blood over it. It took one attempt and it lit up in bright red light. Immediately red lights shone from both Harry and Draco's chests and eyes. They interlocked fingers and Harry finished the Ritual.

"Mine, now and forever my exquisite Veela."

The Ritual was complete.

A white light engulfed them

(End of Dream)

Hey ! Reviewers ! Tell me what you think of the spirit binding, they haven't finished binding but I wanted to add something slightly different.

WARNING :-

Unfortunatly there is a hardware problem with my Laptop and this Thursday it's being taken back to Pc World for repairs. It could take up to 6 weeks. I will, ever being the dedicated author try to post some chapters from school, but obviously I can't promise anything, so enjoy because this could be it for a while.

I'll try my best !

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Lisi the slayer