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~ Chapter 12 - Strange Behaviour ~
Harry heard Malfoy growl in frustration as he stormed out of Madam Pomfrey's office, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"So I take it it went well then?" Harry asked calmly, not bothering to look up from his copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages', which he'd already read a million times.
"It's ridiculous! How long do they want to keep us locked up in this fucking Hospital Wing for? It's Sunday for crying out loud! We've been in here for a full week now."
"True, but for almost five of those days we were in a coma," Harry pointed out as he turned to the next page of his book.
"Whose side are you on here?" Draco demanded angrily.
Harry sighed and put his book down.
"Obviously I'm on your side. I don't want to be here anymore than you do but I know from experience its useless and exhausting trying to persuade them otherwise."
"So the great Harry Potter is giving up. That's perfect, just perfect," Draco fumed, throwing himself next to Harry on the bed.
Harry ignored him, Draco was beyond unreasonable when in these sorts of moods, so it was best to just let his anger fizzle out before even attempting to talk to him again.
Malfoy was right to be annoyed and frustrated though. Since they had woken up on Friday they hadn't been able to leave the Hospital Wing or do anything for that matter.
Yes they had been weak and needed to build their strength up but the potions they had been given hourly after coming round had done just that and on Saturday evening they had been feeling more or less back to normal.
It was lucky that the bond hadn't reacted to the healing and strengthening potions like everyone had been worried they would at first but Dumbledore had promptly assured them that all would be well. Something about it not directly interfering with the bond itself.
Harry still didn't understand anything about the bond. Yes they hadn't actually had an in depth discussion about it yet but what had been discussed just went straight over his head.
Not for the first time Harry vowed to research everything he could when he finally got out of Madam Promfrey's grasp, which he hoped would be very soon.
"Who do you think it could be?" Harry asked.
He seemed to be asking himself this very question at least every five minutes or so and decided to finally voice it out loud.
"I don't know but I will find out and they suffer," Draco replied in a low deadly voice that made the brunette glance his way.
"What if we can't find them?" Harry asked. "Then what do we do?"
"We will Potter," Draco tutted offhandedly as if he thought Harry's question was stupid. "My father is onto it."
"That's reassuring," Harry muttered sarcastically.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Malfoy asked menacingly, a deep scowl etched into his face.
"Well he's probably the one who did it!" Harry burst out.
"Don't be absurd, my father would never do such a thing."
The brunette noticed that Draco had a peculiar uncertain look in his eyes as he uttered the words.
"To you maybe not, but to me abso-fucking-lutely. He hates me and I him," Harry crossed his arms petulantly.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're right and seeing as I'm involved in this, we can safely say that it has nothing to do with my father, so I suggest you drop the animosity towards him because he is the only hope we have of finding the sadistic prick that did this!"
Harry watched Draco get up from the bed and begin to pace up and down. The brunette got the feeling that the blond was trying to reassure himself, more than Harry, that his father had nothing to do with the bond. How odd.
"We have Dumbledore. If anyone can help us it's him," Harry said adamantly a moment later.
"You're joking aren't you? That old fool is useless," Malfoy laughed humourlessly.
"No he isn't," Harry murmured unconvincingly. "He is the greatest Wizard who ever lived," he added assuredly with a nod of his head for good measure.
"Yes he used to be great but he's old and losing his marbles now. Trust me; my father will sort this out. Don't worry about it," Malfoy snapped as he cracked his knuckles loudly. He looked very uneasy.
Harry ground his teeth together in anger. He truly hated Lucius Malfoy and the thought of putting all his faith in the dodgy bastard was just sickening and frankly idiotic. The fact that Draco didn't seem completely convinced his father was doing right by him was another thing. This would most definitely come back to bite him in the arse.
And why was Draco acting so strange anyway? What had happened with his father?
Harry wondered what kind of relationship Draco had with his parents. They were Purebloods which meant they were obviously weird with their strange Pureblood ways but on top of that they were Slytherins and bloody Malfoys... On second thought the brunette didn't want to know why the blond looked so worried and on edge. Harry didn't want to get involved.
Then Harry had a thought. "How about we try and find out who did it ourselves?"
"What?" Malfoy asked pursing his lips.
"You and me," Harry said enthusiastically. "We could find out who did it... with the help of Hermione of course, she's invaluable."
"You're not serious?" Draco asked mouth agape.
"Yes. I'm dead serious. I don't want your dad in my business and you don't think Dumbledore can help us because he's senile, so why not do it ourselves?"
"Do you honestly think my father will back down? If you do you're stupider than you look," Malfoy drawled dismissing Harry's idea as ridiculous.
"Well good luck to him then. If he's got any chance of finding out whom it is, he's going to need both of our memories of everything that's happened since the beginning of term up until now and I'm telling you right now he isn't having any of mine!" Harry gritted, staring Draco down with narrowed eyes. "And I won't talk to him either. I'd rather chew my own arm off and feed it to fluffy."
Draco's eyes went impossibly wide. "What! - You... Why are you being so difficult?!" he yelled. "My father will be furious with me."
"With you? Why? I'm the one that's disagreeing," Harry frowned.
Draco narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth but didn't answer the question. Instead he said. "Well I'm not giving Dumbledore any information either then!"
"Fine," Harry shrug. It was fair after all.
"FINE!" Malfoy roared back.
"What's going on here?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she came out of her office eyeing the two of them disapprovingly.
"Nothing," Harry mumbled.
"Mind your own business," Draco snapped.
She pursed her lips at the Slytherin's rude comment. "Well I've just had word from Dumbledore that you can both leave and go back to your room -"
"Finally!" Malfoy said jumping up from the bed and hurriedly making his way towards the door.
Harry got up too, throwing a quick thank you over his shoulder and jogging to keep up with Draco.
"- but you must rest up, don't be doing too much!" Pomfrey yelled after them as the door swung shut with a decided click.
"Salazar I'm starving," Malfoy whined in a way reminiscent of Ron.
Harry smirked and held back on giving out that tid-bit of information, as it would only send the blond off the deep end again. For the moment it seemed he was dropping the whole argument about his father and Dumbledore helping them and Harry didn't fancy setting him off.
"Well it's only two o'clock, dinner doesn't start for another three hours," Harry stated.
"Dinner in the Great Hall," Malfoy pulled his face in distaste. "We'll have to sit together."
Harry hadn't thought about that.
It was hard to believe that they had been bonded together for two weeks already, one of which had been spent in the Hospital Wing and the other they hadn't truly realised they were bonded.
Harry was positive all sorts of rumours about himself and Draco would be running amok by now.
He wondered how the other students would react when they saw him and Malfoy walking around together practically glued at the hip. They would stare for sure and Harry couldn't really blame them.
"We should go and check on the potion in the Room of Requirement," Harry said, suddenly remembering their assignment.
He was so grateful to Hermione for having the forethought to put some time aside to check on their potion for them while they were incapacitated. She had also gone as far as to add the necessary ingredients when needed.
Hermione had said she didn't want Harry to fail potions as it was imperative he pass if he wanted to become an Auror.
"Yes, let's do that now. It might take my mind off being hungry," Malfoy said rubbing his flat stomach.
It took fifteen minutes to get to the Room of Requirement; luckily they didn't bump into a single soul - dead or alive. They expected as much though as this weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry had persuaded Ron and Hermione to go and enjoy themselves, they deserved it after everything they had done for him.
"Where's the cupboard gone?" Harry wondered aloud when they entered the room.
Where the old cupboard had once stood was now just empty space.
"My father must have already had it removed," Malfoy said tightly and Harry's nostrils flared angrily. "There's our Potion though," he pointed to the table in the centre of the room. "Come on Potter, I need your immense chopping skills."
Harry was getting more intrigued about Malfoy's attitude towards his father. What had caused it? It really wasn't his place to ask such things though, so he kept his mouth shut on the subject.
"Immense chopping skills? Since when do you think I have immense chopping skills?" Harry asked.
Maybe he could try to bring up Lucius another time to see if the blond opened up, although the brunette doubted he would though.
"Since never, I just can't be bothered doing it myself. Now before you complain, you do remember that I'm in charge?" Malfoy raised his brows. "Hopefully the coma didn't cause you any more brain damage or memory loss."
Harry snapped his mouth shut and swallowed down the retort that was perched on the tip of his tongue. Instead he smiled. "No I remember just fine."
"Good," Draco eyed Harry suspiciously, wondering why he didn't take the bait and bite his head off.
"Do you want your apron?" Harry asked kindly, reaching out to snag his old transfigured jacket off the hook on the wall.
"Umm, yes," Malfoy answered not knowing how to act around nice-Harry.
Harry's smile turned evil as he began to quickly wind the Apron from corner to corner before snapping it out like a whip to connect with Draco's arse.
"Ow!" the blond yelped jumping out of the way as another came at him, missing him by inches. "Stop it! I'm warning you Potter."
Harry ignored him, laughing mercilessly and carried on. The cracking sound as it hit Malfoy's bottom was so satisfyingly good.
"Incarcerous!" Malfoy bellowed, wand pointing directly at Harry.
"Shit!" Harry hissed as first his legs and then his arms were tied together with ropes as he was magically pushed up against the wall.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Harry laughed. "Let me go, I won't do it again. I promise."
"For some reason I don't believe you."
"I swear on my Firebolt," Harry insisted, meaning business. "Come on Malfoy, let me go."
"I don't think so," Draco smirked, stalking towards the Gryffindor. "I quite like the look of you all tied up and helpless."
Harry couldn't help the sudden thrill that went through him at the blonds words.
"Mmmm I bet you do," Harry replied with a smirk of his own.
He could feel the bond coming to life inside him, unfurling and spreading out like fog on a winter's morning. It had been quiet for the last few days which had been strange and had him and Draco wondering what was going on with it.
"Do you feel it?" Malfoy asked with a wicked glint in his piercing grey eyes.
"Yes," Harry responded hoarsely.
Draco closed his eyes and let the rush of pleasure from the bond surge through him.
He was so close to Harry that the brunette could see the exact shade of the blonds eyelashes - burnt gold - as they cast shadows on his high cheekbones.
Harry licked his lips as his own pleasure shot through him like a rocket, almost taking his breath away.
They were both feeling eager and a little anxious as they didn't know what the bond was going to urge them to do.
Slowly, Draco opened his eyes.
He took one small step, then another, until his lips were softly touching Harry's. He parted them slightly as Harry mimicked him, then he pulled back slightly so he could look into the deep green depths before him as they both took deep shuddering breaths.
Malfoy brought his hands up to grip the tied-up-Gryffindors hips and then he kissed the brunette again, quickly deepening it with a sensual flick of his tongue against Harry's, their heads alternating left and right as their breathing picked up.
This continued for long moments, searching each other's mouths thoroughly with a hungry, fiery, passion.
"You're a good kisser Potter," Malfoy breathed in between nips across Harry's jawline. "I can't help but wonder what else you're good at," he whispered suggestively as he reached the brunettes earlobe and sucked it into his mouth.
Harry was too turned on to even utter a coherent response - not that the blond seemed to need one mind you, as he quickly spelled the ropes away and dragged Harry over to the couch.
Malfoy sat down first, pulling Potter on top of him.
Their erections connected and rubbed together enticingly as they began to kiss again picking up where they left off but before long Malfoy started to groan – and not in the good way.
Harry could tell he was in pain and the brunette had to admit he himself wasn't feeling too great either.
"Fuck, we can't hold off any longer," Draco panted.
"Oh no," Harry muttered wide eyed as he realised what the bond was urging them to do.
"Oh yes! I need you to go down on me. NOW," Malfoy said unashamedly, pushing on the top of Harry's head.
"W-whoa, wait a minute," Harry stuttered.
"Wait?! What do you mean wait?" Draco hissed as pain coursed through him.
Harry dropped his head to the blonds shoulder turning his face into the pale neck before him.
As the pain increased Harry inhale Malfoy's scent deeply through his nose in hopes of controlling the bond in some way.
Harry loved Malfoys scent, it was dark and sensual and it was quickly becoming his absolute favourite smell in the world, but it was completely and utterly intoxicating and at that moment it did nothing but make matters worse.
"Potter! For fuck's sake," the Slytherin bit out through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry but I've never done that before!" Harry whined in distress.
"So! It doesn't matter, just go with your instincts," Draco wheezed, eyes scrunch shut in agony.
Harry nodded his head, feeling his Gryffindor courage and brave determination set in and started to undo Malfoys trousers and pull his boxers down.
Draco's cock sprung free, rock solid and flushed.
At the glorious sight, something snapped inside of Harry. He reached out a hand and stroked the blond's length, once, twice, three times before lowering his head and swiping his tongue wetly along the underside of Draco's cock, all the way up to the head.
Malfoy groaned in pure ecstasy, no doubt at the sensation Harry had just caused but also because the pain instantly vanished.
"Yessssss," Draco hissed as Harry pulled his foreskin back and swirled his tongue around the head, sucking gently.
Feeling a little more confident, Harry took Draco two inches into his mouth before pulling back and looking at the blond through his eyelashes.
Malfoy was staring back at him, eyes hooded and mouth slightly open as his chest rose and fell. He looked eager and expectant and Harry thought the blond had never looked as good as he did in that moment.
There was no Malfoy mask or sneer to contort his handsome face, just Malfoy - the real Malfoy - who was basking in complete and utter pleasure.
Harry again took Draco into his mouth but this time brought him all the way in until he couldn't go any further.
"Oh shit," Malfoy groaned bringing his hands down to rake his fingers through Harry's thick dark hair.
Harry began to move up and down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking lightly as his tongue continued to swirl around the blond's shaft.
He hummed around Draco causing a vibration of sorts, which seemed to drive Malfoy crazy with want and need - if the moaning and wriggling was anything to go by.
"Like fuck you haven't done this before," Draco gasped breathlessly, thrusting his hips up before gritting his teeth together as another jolt of pleasure shot through him.
Harry pulled back in surprise. "I haven't done this before, I swear, I've never been with another guy. Ever."
"Ahhh, don't stop," Malfoy moaned loudly, licking his lips and pulling Harry's head back down by his hair.
Harry grinned pleased with himself before Draco rammed his dick once again into the brunette's mouth.
Harry swallowed down the blond's cock, licking, sucking and nipping, as he pulled his own painfully hard member out of his boxers and began to wank himself off with his free hand.
Soon enough Draco again began to thrust in and out of Harry's mouth, firmly hitting the back of the brunette's throat with each movement.
"Fuck Potter, do you even have a gag reflex?" Malfoy asked in disbelief as he panted lightly.
In answer Harry just looked up at the blond, mouth full of cock, and winked before tilting his head so that Malfoy's shaft went in even further - if that was at all possible.
Draco's mouth dropped open as his eyes shut and deep moan ripped from his chest, not a moment later the Slytherin was trembling with the force of his orgasm, cock kicking fiercely in Harry's mouth as come squirted to coat the Gryffindor's throat.
Harry swallowed every last drop down before quickly kneeling up in time to come all over Draco's stomach, shuddering and biting his lip as he pumped his fist.
Then Harry slumped against the couch feeling sedated. He glanced at Malfoy feeling awkward just like he always did after they did anything sexual.
Draco was looking at Harry as if seeing him for the first time. He had a wary look in his eyes and a slight frown puckered his brow.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked self-consciously, sending a cleansing spell first at Draco and then himself.
Malfoy quickly tucked himself back in his trousers.
"What?" the blond cleared his throat. "What do you mean? I'm not looking at you like anything," his eyes were just a little too wide as he turned away, wanting to want to look at anything but the brunette next to him.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry frowned tilting his head to the side.
"Nothing… It's nothing," Malfoy muttered distractedly and got up off the couch.
Harry watched him walk over to the potion and begin to work.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Did he think Harry wasn't good or something?
No, that can't be it because he was really enjoying it. It was glaringly obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying it.
The Gryffindor slowly made his way over to the Slytherin, who was sorting through potion ingredients.
"Do you need any help?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll do it," Malfoy said tightly, giving Harry a quick look up and down before turning away and shaking his head, frown deepening further.
Okay, now that was weird.
"Did you not like it or something?" Harry blurted unthinkingly. "Did I do it wrong?"
Draco dropped the jar of newt eyes that was in his hand and they splattered all over the stone floor.
"Shit!" he bellowed. "Potter! Look what you made me do?"
"What?! How is that my fault?"
"Because... Because it is! Now stop talking and let me finish up with the potion," Draco chastised angrily.
Harry threw his hands up in the air in utter bewilderment. "Whatever Malfoy."
For the next hour or so they didn't so much as utter a word to one another and Harry was getting more and more pissed off as the time ticked by.
"Okay done," Malfoy breathed some time later.
"That's wonderful," Harry stated bitterly.
He had been sat there for over an hour and half staring at the wall and was not in a particularly good mood.
Draco sighed tiredly rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. "Look, are you ready to go? I need to shower before dinner."
"Am I ready to go? No, I'm not. I love sitting here staring at walls. It's my favourite pastime. I think I'd like to stay here for another hour," Harry replied sarcastically.
"I really can't be bothered arguing with you Potter," Draco said firmly. "I'm tired, filthy and hungry. Not to mention I have a lot of shit on my mind, so can we please just skip this part of our daily routine?"
Harry could hardly believe his ears - Malfoy passing up on an argument? What was the world coming to? And for the record, Draco wasn't the only one with a lot of shit on his mind.
Why the fuck was he acting so weird?
Harry had so many questions but he knew right now wasn't the time to ask them, so he got up and walked out of the Room of Requirement without a backward glance at the baffling blond Slytherin.
Tonight though they had a lot to discuss; and the bond, Lucius Malfoy and Draco's behaviour were top of the list.
A/N: Hmmmm what has got Draco acting all strange? ;) What do you guys think? xx
