Chapter three:

Bond

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Stage: Tolerance

"Tell me Potter... how is it like living with Muggles?" Draco asked talong another bite of his sandwich

"That's a Random question" Harry answered, boiling the kettle.

"Well, I just figured it would be nice to get to know each other... For bonding purposes."

Harry looked at Draco. Almost like he was looking at Draco and not Malfoy, his school rival turned bonding mate.

"I do not really know any different. I've never lived with magical folk". He replied.

"I suppose that's a point". Draco replied, finishing his sandwich.

"Malfoy, when we go back to school... I feel it would be better if we keep the bonding a secret. I don't imagine my friends ... or yours... will respond positivity". Harry placed a mug of steaming hot chocolate in front of the blonde.

"Yes, Potter. It definitely would be better if we warm them to the idea slowly" Draco said monotonously "However if I recall, we only have five months to do it".

"Yeah, I think they'll figure it out on their own once we begin to be inseparable". Harry replied with a smirk. "Do you really think this could work? You and I, I mean?"

"It thinks it has too. We were class as compatible. Even if we won't reach all 12 stages, we are still going to be bonded for life.". Draco took a sip of his hot chocolate and looked at it questioningly.

"What's wrong now?"

"I am trying to figure out what brand of chocolate it is".

" erm... Hershey's?"

"I am unfamiliar with that brand. It's very rich". Draco took another sip, this time savoring the taste before he swallowed it with a satifying gulp.

"No, I don't suppose you would be. Hershey's is a muggle brand".

Draco paused for a second too long. His mouth opening and closing like a fish; He seemed like he was trying to say something, but physically couldn't.

"What the hell Potter! I tried to insult the chocolate! I tried to mention it was beneath me! But I physically couldn't! It's like there was a block in my mind or something!. What is going on?"

"Perhaps you are... I don't know ... maturing? becoming a better person?"

"Or it's a part of the second stage. Mutualism. " Draco though to himself. "Potter I want you to insult me!"

"What?"

"Insult me!"

"You WANT me to insult you?"

"Yes."

Harry looked at Draco and wanted to mention his Hair and how Draco spent so much time primping and styling it. He wanted to mention just how much it smelt floral and in essence just how feminine it was ... but he couldn't. Every time he tried there was a mental block - something powerful was preventing him.

"I can't. Something is blocking it".

"Hmm" replied Draco. Taking another sip from his muggle chocolate. "Where are you relatives anyway?".

"My uncle has this golfing tournament, it runs all day."

"And golf .. would be what?"

"It's a muggle sport where players are supposed to hit little balls with big sticks so they roll into holes in the ground".

"And what? They didn't want to invite you to this obviously prestige sport" sarcasm dripping heavily from his voice.

"Me and my relatives don't really get along too well".

"Why not?" Draco asked casually

"They just ... don't like magic."

"How about we show them what magic is really like then aye?" placing his the mug on the table while holding his hand to Harry.

Opening his eyes, Harry had to hold back a giggle; For he found himself at the golfing range among the spectators. He found two seats in the back of the crowd. far from the eyes of his aunt, who placed herself firm in the center of the front row.

Looking over he saw his uncle and nephew lining themselves up. The shot in itself wasn't tricky, it just required an intense amount of concentration; Which it looked like Vernon was establishing. who knew the troll could concentrate.. this is new. Harry giggled to himself.

"If I make this shot Greg. Can we agree that my son, here? Is better than yours?" Harry heard Vernon say, his head turning to face another boy, just as tubby as Dudley. Both boys seem to have the same clueless expression on their face. Clearly, both fathers needed external verification to boost up there clearly dimwitted sons.

"In your dreams Vernon". The other man replied with a laugh.

Vernon took the first shot, it was on a clear path to a hole in one. Harry frowned and heard Draco a cough. suddenly the ball swerved and landed in a nearby puddle. Harry looked at Draco an eyebrow cocked. Draco just replied with a smirk.

"Tough luck Vernon! Let a pro show you how it's done!" Greg replied.

"Wait a minute " Draco whispered. "I know him..."

"You do?"

"Yeah! That's Greg Goyle Snr"

Now that Harry took a closer look at Gregs son and imagined a Slytherin uniform gracing his tubby shoulders. Everything became clear. It was indeed his classmate and Malfoy Goon. Goyle

Goyle Snr. took his first shot, it was a clear miss but just as Vernon ball swerved last minute, so did Goyle Snr's ball. Only this one landed inches from the hole. Not quite a hole is one, but very close.

"That little cheat is using magic in a muggles game," Draco said with a smirk.

"Isn't he pureblood? Why is he even playing something so clearly muggle?"

"Well ... Let's find out shall we."

"Do we have too?'

"Yeah, come on! it will be fun!"

They walked all of four paces before Draco stopped causing Harry to run smack into him.

Draco turned to Harry and muttered a quick spell, it was so quick that Harry didn't even realize what had happened to him, tell he felt himself tingle from head to foot

"What did you just do?" Harry snapped, his voice clearly few octaves higher.

"Glamour charm. My dear. You now resemble A Malfoy... let say you're my cousin… Cynthia."

It's was amazing how many spectators parted when two very attractive platinum blonde people approached. Draco seemed to ooze charisma and Harry...well, let's just say that Cynthia looked both hypnotic and dangerous and it appeared that combination was both appealing and magnetic.

Goyle jr. jumped when he saw the perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder. His son jumping is what court Goyle sr.'s attention.

"Draco, pleasure as always". The older man said, extending had hand, over his son's shoulder.

"Goyle, may I introduce my cousin Cynthia. She's on holidays from the Malfoy clan in Australia".

"There is another Malfoy family in Australia" Goyle jr. asked pleasantly surprised. this caused Draco to just raise an eyebrow. "We have clans all over the globe Goyle"

"Rather interesting game... I believe it's called Galf. " Draco said slowly.

"Golf. Draco - Golf" Harry replied; trying his best to act feminine.

"Oh. No, no. We're not playing golf! We are playing MugMaj" and with that Draco cocked an eyebrow

"You've never heard of the game? it's rather fun. You see, you sign up to a muggle sport and use simple world-less, wand-less spells to see how far you can get before the muggle you're playing against throws a tantrum or begins to suspect dishonesty"

"Isn't that overstepping the boundaries a little?" Draco replied.

"That's why you must choose a muggle ... that is how you say ... dimwitted. Take mine for example ... Vernon, wouldn't know which way up and which way was forward".

Harry looked over to his uncle, apparently, his name being mentioned attracted his attention.

"Are we playing or not Greg?" Harry heard is uncle chime, and felt the earth move with every step the beefy man took towards them. Harrys heart beating faster.

"Vernon, I would like you to meet Draco. He is a classmate of my sons" the older Goyle said, waving his hand to Harry "and this is his Australian cousin Cynthia".

without hesitation Vernon grabbed Cynthia's hand, making Harry's heart race even faster.

"My, my, you're a pretty one; aren't you? Are you, how shall I say attached?"

"Erm... no?"

And with that Vernon called his son over. "This is my son Dudley. Perhaps you kids would like to get a milkshake? It's on me" he said with a wink. Handing Dudley a $20 note.

"Sorry, but she's not interested". Snapped Draco. Jealously clearly laced in his voice.

"Yeah, dad. I agree - I would rather go with him. She's not really my type" Dudley replied a little too enthusiastically. Batting his eye laces at Draco.

"Perhaps, you should join them son" Greg Snr mentioned.

"A top idea Greg! Dudley and Cindy; do you mind if I call you Cindy? With Your son and his classmate as a chaperone! ... so we know that my son and this lovely lady here won't go off on themselves". Vernon said with a wink. Harry almost gagged.

Before Draco and Harry knew what was happening they found themselves at a table in clubs local cafe.

"Is your dad always that daft Dudley?" Draco asked, pulling up a menu.

"What do you mean?" Dudley replied; while just staring at Draco, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Well, you're obviously into boys. Yet he was pushing Cynthia towards you".

"Oh. That. Well, I love my dad but he has a problem with anything that's not Normal. And according to him being gay is not normal, so; he just sort of Denys it"

"So, what do you think he would do if you just showed up home with a boy and begun, I don't know, kissing him?" Harry / Cynthia asked.

"He would probably just blame it on my cousin. He blames everything that's not normal on him".

"Why does he do that?" Draco asked

"My cousin was born abnormal. It's not his fault, it's just the way he is... but, my dad. He doesn't like it and just sort of blames everything on him"

"That's mean!" Exclaimed Goyle, who finally put the menu down

"The thing is I never knew it was wrong... not tell I found out I was gay that is. when I told my father he turned to my cousin and whacked him over the head and started yelling at Harry, saying it was his fault. it wasn't of course, but ever since that day my father started to try and "normalise me" and ever since that day, I have gained extreme sympathy for my cousin."

"Wow, Dudley I never knew you were so deep" Harry finally mention

"Sorry dollface, but I am interested in that" Dudley replied, staring back at Draco. "Anyway, what about you Draco?"

"What about me?"

"Whats your type?"

"I don't have one since I have recently found out that I am in a forced engagement"

"you are going to get married?" Dudley asked

"The moment, I turn 17"

The rest of afternoon tea went pleasantly ... well pleasantly for Draco and Harry that it. Within ten minutes of sitting down, both boys had gotten bored and decided to play there own game of mugmaj. They would often take turns making the muggles around the cafe do unappreciative exaggerate noises. Unfourtantly though, no one threw a tantrum, no one ran out crying and no one clicked that they were being influenced. So, there was no clear winner.

By the time the boys got back the privet drive, Harry and Draco were kneeling with laughter.

"I can't believe you made Dudley snort like a pig". Harry giggled.

"I couldn't help it! He just looked like one." this comment caused Harry to pause.

"I learnt so much about Dudley today, I kind of feel sorry for him".

"I kind of feel sorry for anyone who has your shares that muggle man's DNA".

" Thanks, Draco, it was a lovely afternoon" Without realizing it Harry has placed his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Of course it was! You spend the afternoon with me! And I am awesome ".

With that, Harry smiled and held out his hand "until next time my friend".

"See you on the express".

Harry was now starting in Draco's grey eyes, so intensely that he could see his reflection.

"Wait... before you go"

"Yes?" Draco's heart was beating so loudly he has to listen intensely to Harry's request.

"Could you please remove the glamour?".

with a swish of Draco's wand, Harry was not longer Cynthia.

Green eyes met gray and all of a sudden nothing in the world existed.