Bond length

Month: 0

Week: 0

Day: 1

Stage: tolerance

chapter two - Tolernce

"how is my son - someone with the purest of pure blood compatible with him?" Lucius pointed a pale finger to Harry; yet he seemed to be staring at nothing and no one. "He is barely able to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide" it appeared that Malfoy Snr was ranting... borderline hysterical. Lucius stopped in his tracks, spinning gracefully to Snape. "Severus! I hope you know, I hold you responsible for this! It's your DNA that is compatible!" Snape didnt get a chance to defend himself, before once again Lucius stopped in his tracks, this time spinning to Harry "Wait. Potter! You were named heir to the Black estate, is that correct?"

"huh?" was all Harry could say.

"Yes, Lucius. We all know that the mutt named Harry his heir" snapped Snape.

"would you be willing to change your name to Black?" Lucius questioned seriously.

"Erm. No" Harry said bluntly.

"Please Potter, hear us out. If you hyphenate the Potter and the black name, once the bonding process is completed, and you and my son officially marry, then this very well; would be the first time in recorded history that 4 pure and proud family would combine." Casually mentioned Snape

"Dad, do you think that why they we were marked as compatible? It was the best way to create diversity while still maintaining blood purity?" questioned Draco. Who finally looked excited. "I understand that Potter being named Black heir doesn't give him the DNA, but it DOES give him the title; while on the other hand mum gave me the DNA that his title lacked".

"A child with Black, Potter, Malfoy and Prince DNA statically would be extraordinary" Snape replied.

"No offense Biggles, but your mother wasn't the best example of Prince superiority" Lucius gleamed, patting Severus on the back.

Harry cocked his eyebrow. Biggles?

"my mother was an inbred fool. Once the Prince DNA intermixed with something else…the rightful power flourished; as evident by the fact that I am constantly defeating your arse in one on ones" snape replied with a smirk. "but, no, Draco the potion doesn't work that way. All it is suppose to do is test to see if your magic will hinder Potter's or flourish it".

Waving him off with a flick of his wrist, Lucius turned to observe the teenagers… who seems to be sitting a tad closer, their bodies almost pointing towards each other.

"to keep all four families going, you would need to have four children. One for each house." Lucius announced, leaning on his cane, staring at the boys.

"I am sorry, but has no one explained biology to him? You need a female to have children. A male and a female.a sperm and an egg" Harry said – with some over-exaggerated hand movements.

"has no explained the reproductive spell to you, Potter? I would have assumed that after five years you would know something!"

"father, Potter was raised by muggle and Hogwarts doesn't exactly teach sex education to tell mid-sixth year".

At this everyone stopped and stared. Dumbledore with a smirk, Snape with a cocked eyebrow and both Harry and Lucius with a stone-faced expression.

"shall we actually start the bond?" Dumbledore questioned.

"I don't think we have much of a choice" Draco replied.

"Of course you do, my dear boy. If you don't wish to be bonded to Harry, you could always forfeit you magic and live apart from our world" Dumbledore replied seriously.

"Don't patronize me old man" replied Draco.

"So, Do I have your consent Draco?" asked Dumbledore

Draco nodded.

"Excellent! and what about you Harry?" He asked; facing the green eyed teenager.

Harry remained still, barely breathing before he too nodded.

"Wonderful. Now, I need you both to sign the contact with the blood from you pricked finger and consume the remainder of the potion"

Draco signed first and Harry second and without hesitation, Draco took a massive gulp from the fluorescent green potion before handing it to his mate. with a sigh, Harry drunk the reminder. it wasn't bad tasting or anything... in fact, it was quite nice. Almost like cherry-flavored milk. Harry felt the potion warm his stomach and before he knew it - he was gazing into Draco's gray eyes. Both boys wearing a smile. A green glow surrounding them, lighting the room, pulling the boys closer and closer together.

"It seems stage one of the bonding has started already. Tolerance" Announced Dumbledore.

"how many stages are there exactly professor?" questioned Harry his hand claps in Draco's... only to be suddenly pulled away.

"twelve. You go through one a month. You begin with Tolerance which in essence is just tolerating each other" Lucius mentioned.

"The second stage, Mutuality." replied Dumbledore.

"So…what? We will be mutual to each other?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps he isn't a complete dunderhead…" replied Snape causing Draco to roll his eyes.

"The third stage friendship, the fourth will be comfortability, the fifth inseparability, the sixth … lust, the seventh … desire. Now from month eight month this gets … interesting…the eighth physical turbulence".

"Mum was telling me, that during this stage; father took an unfortunate fall after a school rival hexed him, which resulted in him spraining his ankle, mum was telling me she could feel a soft tingle in her ankle".

"constant tingles because you can't keep your mouth shut? That sound fair" Harry said sarcastically… which caused him to stop and look at Draco "Sorry… that was uncalled for".

"if you spend some time in Slytherin Potter, you'll know why I do it in the first place". Draco retaliated by crossing his arms.

"Ah, yes. The ankle incident...I am afraid that is the last stage your mother and I reached, the bonding just simply couldn't reach the final four stages". Lucius cut in.

"so you've been through this before?" Harry questioned hesitantly.

"Yes. You and Draco are not the first-time the Malfoys and Blacks were forced to bond. Originally it was meant to be me and Andromeda Black, however much like Severus and … your mother… we were not compatible. So the contract fell onto Myself and my wife..."

"mum was renamed the next heir once Andromeda was cast out" Draco added.

"Ah, Yes. If I remember correctly; the compatible was only a pale green, nothing like the fluorescent green we saw tonight." Dumbledore casual mentioned.

"Professor… do you know what the next stages are?" questioned Draco.

"the ninth month is empathic turbulence, I was able to feel my partner's emotions. his glee, his joy, his depression, his hysteria and finally his madness. This moved onto the tenth month, the mind connection, as long as you both as relativity sane, you been proficient in telcomnomics."

"So, we will be able to communicate through our thought process?" Draco asked.

"relatively." Dumbledore began to look sad. "The eleventh is the physical call and the twelfth in magical core combination."

Harry smiled at Draco, his green eyes alight with passion, Draco's eyes met Harrys ano instantly passion turned into desire.

The room fell silent again. It wasn't an awaked silence, more like a "what we do now?" silence.

"considering the first month is tolerance and no psychological or physical damage is going to occur due to separation, I suggest we call it a meeting. Boys, I recommend you enjoy your last summer as a solo. I don't imagine you be alone again". Dumbledore spiked up, shaking Draco and Harry's hand.

Lucius was leaning on his cane, eyes intense. He leant over, kissed Severus on the cheek, grabbed Draco by the shoulder and apparated away.

"if you're ready Harry?" Dumbledore said, handing Harry the parchment envelope. With a nod, Harry found himself back in the bedroom at Privet drive. His alarm clock now reading 3:37 am.

With a sigh, Harry drifted back to sleep, only in this dream Harry almost welcomed Draco's varying stages of undress.

Harry awoke the next morning to the usual thump on his bedroom door.

"Boy! Get up! You know what today is!" screamed Vernon. Ah, yes that bloody golf tournament. Vernon has never been into anything physical, but once an important business client mentions golf… suddenly Vernon found his passion. In fact, the man has been non-stop! Golfing three times a week and lost quite a bit of weight doing it. It was just a shame his attitude didn't change.

The clock read 6:30, Harry had exactly an hour and a half to make breakfast. Which in its self-was a challenge. Ever since Vernon started his golfing phase he was determined that his family ate healthy. Something Petunia has been attempting to do for years… unsuccessfully. Today's breakfast menu was porridge. Do you know how hard it is for Harry to make porridge appealing to people who has been consuming highly processed, the highly fried food their entire life?

Harry had to also make sure his uncle's clubs were scrubbed; his clothes were ironed and his shoes were polished. Why someone needs polished shoes for a sporting event was beyond Harry's comprehension.

It was 8:10 when the Dursley's finally left. Their stomachs full but not satisfied, in fact, Harry could've sworn he heard Vernon mention the promise of a takeaway dinner if he won today.

By lunch, the house was cleaned and his summer homework was completed. Harry made his way into the kitchen and decided to make himself some lunch. This was relatively a new thing – Harry eating what he wants as appose to what the Dursleys wanted – in the end, Harry settled on a chicken and salad sandwich. The chicken was moist and the bread was soft… all in all in was nice.

Suddenly Harry's heart begun to race... he could feel something... something or..someone was on there way.

And that was where Draco found him. Home alone, enjoying a sandwich.

"How can I help you Malfoy?" Harry asked, a mouthful of food.

"I am not even going to answer you, tell you to ask me again. This time with dignity" Draco replied, smirking. Taking a seat across from his newly bonded partner.

Harry swallowed his food a little to extravaginally.

"How can I help you Malfoy?" He asked again.

"I just figured, since we are bonded we should spend some quality time together…you know get to know each other. I didn't come over because I missed you or anything… so don't even think that!"

"Malfoy, I am pretty sure Dumbledore recommended we spend some time apart… cherish the last summer we have alone... or some crap like that".

"Oh, please! Do you always listen to that old kook?" Draco replied, grabbing the other half of Harrys sandwich. "Wait. Don't answer that!"

Harry cocked an eyebrow.

"This is pretty good! Did those muggles you live with make it?"

"I did" replied Harry in monotone.

"who knew you could cook Potter. That's a plus one for me!"

"For you?"

"well if it means, I'll have meals like this for the rest of my life. Then yes, its plus one for me"

'Draco, it's a chicken sandwich. I didn't make a bloody lobster lunch!"

"could you?"

The resulting death stare was so hilarious. That Draco began to giggle, spilling the bite he was chewing over the kitchen table.

"Now, whose undignified?" Harry replied, with equal giggles.