Oops sorry for the slow update!

I've been busy with things. Things are slowly starting to develop, I promise!

More boy x boy so if you dislike/ hate it, please don't read this fic.

I'll also try my best to update the story ASAP, but honestly I'm not very ready for this fanfic to end...

So I might drag it on a little more. x


Moonlight shone on a snowy night, the freshly fallen snow seemingly glowing bright against the darkness of the Forbidden Forest.

From in between the trees, a white peacock slowly strutted towards the castle. It was completely white, even its feathers, though it had almost holographic qualities; reflecting the moonlight and showing almost every other colour in the rainbow.

The peacock waited, and waited… until Hagrid's light went out in his hut, and the peacock very slowly transformed into a man.

Lucius shook off the snow on him and drew his tattered cloak closer to him for warmth - and watched the Gryffindor tower. The candles there flickered, casting a warm glow around the entire tower. He saw shadows of the students in there, enjoying their time at night.

"Enjoy your time now... but you will be mine, Harry Potter. And this time, there will be no magical bond between you and me that can possibly save you," Lucius whispered, and drew the hood of his cloak up before retreating back into the forest.


The bond was starting to tug at Harry almost painfully as he tried to finish his mock Potions exam – both him and Draco haven't managed to be intimate in almost two weeks' time due to studying for their upcoming papers, and it was starting to hurt.

Hermione made sure that they were studying and not doing something else, so Harry and Draco had close to no time to get handsy with each other even at night. They were too exhausted from studying, and fell asleep almost immediately when they hit the sheets.

Quidditch was also getting more and more intense as Slytherin and Gryffindor were drawing for points after every single game – both Harry and Draco played dirty on the field, elbowing and grabbing each other in a bid for distraction. It worked, because Harry missed the Snitch twice due to being distracted by Draco's smirk and lost Gryffindor the game, though their points ended up being the same.

Nobody in school suspected anything about them dating, because they still 'fought' occasionally while they hung out. Harry once suspended Draco with the Levicorpus spell because he was being a jerk, though the blond had his revenge in bed…

Jerking himself away from his too distracting thoughts, Harry furiously scribbled his last sentence onto his parchment, and the examiner's voice rang out across the Great Hall.

"Quills down please!"

Harry put his feathered quill down and glanced over to his two best friends – Ron looked defeated, slumped into his chair and Hermione looked nervous, fidgeting as their exam scripts rolled themselves up and flew into a pile on the examiner's table in front.

He turned his head and immediately, as if drawn to him, Harry locked eyes with Draco, who looking back and staring at him intensely, his eyes looking like molten silver. He felt a shiver go down his back as the Hall was filled with the scraping of chairs pushed backwards, and he quickly made his way outside to wait for his friends.

Pansy looked rather cheery as she met up with the group, while Neville looked extremely depressed. "What's wrong, pumpkin?" Pansy asked as she tipped Neville's chin upwards. "I think I might have messed up questions twelve and twenty-five, and those had the most marks," he said, his lips trembling.

"It'll be fine," she said reassuringly, twining their hands together, rubbing her thumb along Neville's in a bid to comfort him. The boy did look less agitated afterwards, which was something considering that Neville's fellow Housemates could rarely console him after he thought he had done something wrong.

Draco finally sauntered out of the Hall and made his way to stand beside Harry. Pansy looked at the two boys and felt rather alarmed – the sexual tension crackling off the both of them was honestly quite scary. Their magic was so powerful that others felt it as well, and gave the group a wide berth.

"Pretty sure I wrote the wrong ingredient for the Veritaserum potion, and also messed up a theory on the history of how the Draught of Peace was first brewed…" Hermione said anxiously, wringing her fingers together, oblivious to Draco and Harry's intense magic. Ron looked at the two boys rather uncomfortably, though he did draw Hermione into his side in a bid to comfort her; it worked, because she stopped and smiled up at her boyfriend.

The group slowly moved towards the Great Hall, chattering about the Potions exam, while Ron kept his hands on his ears, firmly stating that it was over and that he wanted to hear no more about it. "He's been like this for years," Harry explained when Pansy stared at Ron weirdly.

They were about to turn into the Great Hall when they bumped into Hagrid, who looked quite anxious. "Hagrid? What's wrong?" Harry asked, when the gamekeeper almost walked past the entire group without saying hello.

"Wha- oh, it's yer lot. Say, have you bin seeing Dumbledore around?" Hagrid asked, peering over their heads into the Great Hall. The group shook their heads.

"Dumbledore said he'd be in England for a Wizard's Convention," Harry said, and Hagrid didn't take the news very well.

"Blimey, what bad timing…" Hagrid wandered off after that, looking rather sad. The group watched him go rather confusedly - except for Draco. His eyes were sharp enough to catch bits of white - feathers? - on his coat and shoes. He had his suspicions - was Lucius already hiding in the school?

"Hagrid, wait. What are those on your coat and shoes?" Draco asked, just as Hagrid was about to head back to his little hut.

"Oh, this was why I came ter look for Dumbledore… see, it's bin happening for a few weeks now. My chickens have bin slowly goin' missing, an' I always wake up covered in white feathers when one goes missing… today the last one was gone." Hagrid looked as if he was about to burst out in tears, so the group sat him down at one of the benches in the courtyard and tried to console him.

Meanwhile, Draco didn't say much, lost in his own thoughts. Harry noticed this and nudged Draco, who growled at him softly.

"Hagrid, I'm sorry but I have to ask - when did this start happening?" The blond asked, his voice soft but firm.

"Er, a couple o' weeks ago I think." Hagrid's eyebrows were knitted together, trying to recall additional details. "Oh and er, I found a feather bit that looked different from the chicken ones…" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very small piece of broken feather, but the difference was that this one shone brilliantly in the light, even when the sun was muted from the cold.

Eyes widening with realization, Draco hurriedly excused himself from the group and ran straight to Professor Snape's office.

"Draco? To what do I owe this pleasure?" Snape asked, when he burst into the office. Lupin was there as well, and it was obvious that both of them were deep in discussion about something.

"Professor-" Draco struggled to catch his breath. "I think my father is already on Hogwarts grounds," he exhaled in one breath, still unable to breathe normally.

"Wait - what? Lucius Malfoy is on Hogwarts grounds?" Lupin asked, his eyes sharp and already thinking. Draco swore he could see the cogs and gears going off in Lupin's head.

Behind Draco, Harry burst into the room as well, obviously trying to catch up with Draco. "Harry!" Lupin got up from his chair and enveloped his best friend's son in his arms - and also his child's godfather.

"Remus! You're in school already?" Harry asked, returning the hug and beyond happy to have a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again, especially one that he knew so well.

"The touching reunion can wait," Snape said dryly before he turned to Draco. "What makes you think Lucius is on Hogwarts grounds, Draco?"

Draco relayed everything that Hagrid told the group, about how the chickens were disappearing and the special feather that he had found. Lucius was probably catching the chickens and using them for food rather than having to scavenge for his meals.

"I think only our immediate family knew, but… Father was an Animagus. Unregistered, obviously, but he's an albino peacock with iridescent feathers."

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation and amusement. "Lucius, Lucius. Never one to let anyone outdo him."

"I know this may not be really him, but we should be careful," Draco said quietly. Snape nodded in agreement. The two left the office, with Lupin asking Harry to visit him later in his own office.

"Ah, I completely forgot about writing back to Sirius… and we've missed lunch by the looks of it," Harry said, glancing at the watch Mrs Weasley had given him for his birthday.

"Well, if you don't mind missing lunch, I might have a suggestion…" said Draco silkily, tipping Harry's chin up so that their faces were extremely close. The magic between them flared to life again, and crackled as if it were alive. Harry nodded mutely, already anticipating whatever Draco wanted to do to him.

Immediately Draco strode off, and Harry followed. He had an idea where Draco was going, and his thoughts were confirmed when they found themselves outside the Prefects' Bathroom.

"Sea salt," Draco said to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and the door slid open very slowly. Harry remembered this place - it was where he has solved the golden egg's clue thanks to the help of Moaning Myrtle and Cedric.

"I hope Moaning Myrtle doesn't show up," Harry said as they both made their way to the shower stalls.

"I haven't seen her in ages. But we wouldn't want her to catch us in flagrante delicto, would we?" Draco asked slowly, a smirk already plastered across his handsome face.

Harry shook his head, quite amused. Just then, the door to the Prefects' Bathroom made a noise as if it were opening, and Draco quickly dragged Harry into a shower stall before anyone saw them.

Just as Draco locked the door, familiar voices rang out. Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville made their way in, obviously intending to take a well-deserved and relaxing bath after their exams.

Slowly, Draco started kissing Harry, both of them pushing their robes off, hands hurriedly unbuttoning each other's shirts.

"I didn't see Harry and Malfoy for lunch… and y'know, they seem to be quite serious about what they have, especially with that amazing sexual tension crackling off them after the Potions exams. So hot!" Dean exclaimed as he turned on one of the taps.

Ron crouched on the other side, turning two other bejeweled taps.

"I mean, s'not like Harry has a choice - they're bonded," Ron said, shrugging.

"Never pegged Harry for a queer though," Seamus said wonderingly, and Dean had to pinch him on the arm.

"Interested, are you?" Dean teased. Inside the shower stall, Draco's grip on Harry tightened, and he let out a gasp of pain, though it was muffled by Draco's mouth.

Neville's eyes widened as he caught the sound. "Did you guys hear that?" he asked, a little scared. The other boys shook their heads, unable to hear much over the roaring of the taps.

"No, Dean… you're the only one I yearn for," Seamus said, winking back at him. Only then Draco's grip loosened, but the blond kissed Harry roughly, as if taking out his frustration and anger on him.

Relishing the pain, Harry kissed Draco with all he had, their teeth clashing against each other as they explored the other with their lips. Harry whispered "Muffliato" as Draco Vanished their clothes for easy access.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco turned on the shower without even having to take his hands off Harry. Their magic was growing stronger and stronger, and it showed in their abilities. They barely had to use wands for minute things like these; finding it easy to control their magic by just consciously manipulating it.

Water beat down around them, soaking both of them. Harry doubted that he would ever see a more magnificent sight - Draco Malfoy looking like a god, his muscles and abs covered in water droplets - Harry wanted to lick him dry.

Draco loved how the water made their skin slick, so rubbing himself against Harry was no problem at all. Tracing the six pack that Harry had, Draco's hand slowly drifted south as they kissed each other.

Outside, the boys had the bath already filled up and they got in.

"Continuing where we left off - what do you mean Draco and Harry are bonded?" Dean asked rather curiously.

"Oh right, you guys don't know. Er, try not to tell other people, will you? Harry and Malfoy are bonded together by magic, very old magic. Their lives are tied together, essentially," Ron explained as Neville sighed blissfully in the hot water. The bath was popular especially during winter, but seeing that they were seventh years, nobody dared argue with them when they wanted the bathroom.

"Wait, so say if Malfoy dies, Harry dies as well?" Seamus asked, his eyes wide with shock. Ron nodded in response.

"That's definitely not good… but at least they seem happy together, right Seamus?" Dean asked his boyfriend, who was rubbing the hot water all over his skin delightedly.

"Oh yeah. They had this weird chemistry thing going on… always picking fights with each other, duelling in the hallways… but I guess they've settled for shagging the hell out of each other now," Seamus said, grinning.

"Well, Malfoy is pretty hot… I mean, have you seen his abs? A solid six pack!" Dean said teasingly, earning him a glare from Seamus.

Harry's hand tightened in Draco's hair as he pushed the blond down to a kneeling position. Smirking, Draco took Harry into his mouth, earning a loud yell from the brunette, who didn't expect the wet heat now surrounding his length.

All that came out of the stall was a muffled sound, and the boys didn't even hear it over their conversation.

"The only other seventh year to rival Malfoy's abs is Harry, so I guess they can enjoy each other," Neville said, shrugging. The others nodded in agreement and decided to relax, laying their heads on the edge of the bath. Teasingly, Dean responded to Neville's statement.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself. I'm sure Pansy enjoys your delicious six pack as well," Dean said, and Neville blushed beet red.

Harry was still moaning as Draco sucked him, gripping his arse tightly as he pumped his hips back and forth.

Draco pulled back and gave Harry's length one last lick before standing up and slamming the brunette back into the door. The boys still heard nothing. By now Harry was already burning, wanting Draco.

Harry watched through heavy-lidded eyes as the blond kissed him and raised one of his legs for easier access. Draco pushed into him, and both of them groaned at the heady feeling.

"You're going to fucking kill me, Malfoy," Harry said breathlessly as Draco slammed into him, pushing Harry against the shower stall's door repeatedly. "You are mine," Draco hissed, and tightened his grip on Harry as he thrusted back and forth, both ensnared in rapturous bliss.

"Well, let's not just talk about boys… how's you and Hermione?" Dean asked mischievously as Ron sunk lower into the bath. Not expecting that question, the ginger slipped deeper into the bath, spluttering as the water rushed into his mouth.

"Blimey, Dean! You can't just ask something like that," Ron said after coughing up the water, obviously flustered. Dean just smiled and didn't say much, though it was obvious that the question had already caught the other two boys' attention; Ron couldn't not answer anymore.

"Well, we're good I guess," he said, though his voice had become really small. Seamus chuckled at the embarrassment that Ron was showing, finding it extremely amusing because Ron was usually more outspoken about things.

"How about Neville? Other than Harry, he has the most interesting love life amongst us three - he's dating a Slytherin," Dean smirked at Neville, who looked extremely scandalized to be asked that question.

Even Ron looked interested at this question. Neville acquiesced and answered. "Well, she's interesting… more than Gryffindor girls." He shrugged, not wanting to say more. Dean decided not to push for more - after all, Neville wasn't known for spilling secrets.

Meanwhile, Draco had his mouth on Harry's, their chests pressed into each other's with the hot shower still raining down on them. Grunting,he thrusted harder as his climax approached and fisted Harry's length as the brunette gripped his shoulders so hard that Draco suspected he might be bruised afterwards.

"How bad do you want to come, Potter?" Malfoy asked, biting and nipping along Harry's jawline. "Probably as bad as you do, Malfoy," Harry gasped out as Draco tilted his hips and hit that sweet spot in his arse.

"Damn right, Potter."

With one last thrust, both of them fell over the cliff and into the hazy afterglow of good sex.

"All I want right now is you and me in our bed," Harry muttered as both of them fell to the floor with the shower still running above him. "That would be -" Draco answered, and the next thing they knew, both of them were gone from the stall, and they dropped onto Harry's large four-poster bed.

"Nice?" Draco finished his sentence as a question, shocked that they had moved from the Prefect's bathroom straight to Harry's bedroom by Apparition. "How did you do that? We're not supposed to be able to Apparate in Hogwarts," Harry said, turning to look at Draco. Grey eyes wide with shock looked back at him.

"I thought it was you! Oh god, it must be the magic. It's getting so powerful," Draco said, looking at their sparks. The green and red spark glowed brighter than before, it was almost blinding. They could ignore it because it was a part of them now, but now that he looked closely at it… it shone brilliantly, almost like a polished gem.

"I know strong magic is good, but I think we should inform Dumbledore about this. Maybe Snape too. I'll write a letter to Sirius as well to update him - it's way overdue." Draco nodded in agreement, and as Harry left to get his quill and parchment, he slapped the brunette on his arse, earning him a grunt from the boy.

While he had to admit that although things with Harry were just getting good, he couldn't help but feel as if something big was about to happen… something that wasn't going to be good. With a sense of foreboding, he watched as Harry penned a letter to the Headmaster and his godfather - he was going to protect Harry at all costs. He would find a way to ensure that Harry would live even if he died.