Chapter 17

Bond length

Month: 3

Week: 1

Day: 4

Stage: comfortably

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Monday was a miserable day. Harry was miserable, Ron was miserable, Hermione was done meditating and Draco was just confused. Potions that afternoon was just that potions. There was no Harmless flirting, there was no fun badgering, no secret handholds - nothing. Harry just did the work he was supposed to with Malfoy and nothing more.

Quidditch practice was worst, as seeker Harry didn't need to train in team formation as much as rest of his players- so more often than not he would be used to test the keepers abilities. This was the time that Harry vented his anger, throwing the Quaffle hard and fast. It was on the fifth shot, when the Quaffle hit Ron in the face, that things begun to get physical... needless to say 20 minutes later both boys were in the hospital wing. Harry with a broken rib, Ron with a broken nose. Both boys had black eyes. "I'll mend the bones, but I'll keep the bruises as a reminder about fighting" Pomfry said, flicking her wand as both boys let out a little yelp. "Boys! I don't want to see you in here for at least a month!" She said as both boys left the hospital wing pushing each other as they went.

Harry arrived at Draco's dorm an hour before dinner. Slamming the door behind him.

"What did the door ever do to you my love?" Draco said, from behind his Runes book. Harry just puffed as he stomped over the the coach and pulled out his autobiography of Godrick Gryffindor.

"Harry... what on earth happened to your eye?"

"Nothing!" He snapped, turning a page.

"Harry..." purred Draco, moving to sit beside him. "Who did this too you?"

"Please! my dear, just leave it" Harry snapped back, turning the next page.

"Have you been to the hospital wing?"

"Yeah, Pompfry healed my rib... she left the bruise as a reminder"

"What was wrong with your rib?" Concern now creeping into Malfoy's voice.

"Ron broke it"

"WEASLEY DID WHAT?" Draco was now on his feet, pacing. Anger clearly flourished over his face

"Draco, just leave it!"

"How did he break it?"

"He whacked me in the ribs with his fire sweep okay! this was after I punched him in the nose"

"Why did you punch him to the nose?" Draco asked, his we brow cocked

"Because he punched me in the eye!"

"Harry..."

"We had a bit of disagreement about the sanity of my relationship" Harry replied

"Please tell me that you were the one who thought it was sane?" Draco smirked. Harry simply nodded adverting his eyes, a single tear rolling down his eye.

"I know between Voldermolt conjuring up his omega plan and Dumbeldores mipulation that there is bigger things to worry about ... but... Ron was my first friend. The first person too ever be kind to me"

"Do you want Dracy-Poo to sort it out?" Gleamed Malfoy, the iconic Malfoy sneer creeping into his face

"No. Just leave it"...

The scowling look of Draco face, clearly showed dictation. Malfoy was not going to let this go unpunished. Harry was his and no one touches what was his.

"Do you have a suspicion on who sent me those memories" questioned Harry this was random and took Draco completely by shock.

"Yes"

Harry looked at Draco with a "well..." gesture

"Their is only one person who has both the power to penetrate you mind and knows the exact implifications to ensure you will be at your psychological weakest."

"Why would Dumbeldore send me those memories? He is minpulative but no evil"

"I am not saying it is Dumbeldore, I am simply saying that the evidence points to him... but...I want you to know that we will found out who did this to you. Even if I have to make it my life mission"

"Wow! Draco! Look how much you have changed in the last two and a half months... I would even go as far as too say ... you are pleasant"

"Careful Potter! I don't want you to ruin Slythren reputation"

"I promise I won't tell the school that your ribs are ticklish"

"They are not".

Perhaps Harry was more Slythren then he gives himself credit for because in a matter of seconds Harry had Draco pinned to the couch, in a massive fit of laugher.

That night was evidentially pleasant. The first real look at domestic life with Draco and needless to say - Harry looked it.

Tuesday morning came, the accidental grab of one of Draco's Slythren ties certainly did not go un-miss at breakfast. Most the students, simply giggled clamming that Harry got dressed far to quickly after his morning wake up call from Draco. Ron, however was not impressed, a simple tie miss grab - led to a rumour that Harry was slowing transforming into a Slythren.

By Friday, Harry was beginning to wonder if perhaps his friendship with Ron was done. Sure, he and Ron have fought before. Heck at some point in time everyone has fought we with everyone but most of the disputes die after a few days. It's now the end of the weeks and Ron had spread 3 rumours about Harry's loyalty to the order, 2 about His loyalty to Draco and 7 about it loyalty to Gryffindor. Harry had punched Ron another 3 times, and Ron had retaliated every single time.

Draco's dorm Saturday morning was quite warm despite the ice starting to form on the Great Lake. Draco must of rolled over sometime in the night, as his head was now Harry's chest. A few good morning kisses, lead to a make out session.

Dracos hands were in tangled in Harry's thick brunette hair. Harry rolled over. Their hips now meeting, his tanned hand now resting on Dracos left hip. With a pale hand around Harry's back he pulled him in closer, moving his mouth from Harry's lips to his neck. The bitting was intense but very erotic! Harry's head tilted back while a pleasurable moan escaped his lips. Harry was very aroused... and dear god Draco better not be playing tease again. Another bite, lead Harry to undo Dracos shirt, as quick as his tremble fingers will let him. He brushed his fingers over Dracos nipples, causing Draco to shiver is a delight. "I want you" Draco whispered.

"I want you" Draco whispered. Harry grabbed his mates' arse, in an attempt to munover him on his hips. A moan escaping from his mouth was cut shot when a knock came on the door. "Fucking Hell" sneered Draco.

Composing both his posture and his clothes, Draco yanked his portrait door open. Ron Weasley, stood there hands in pockets, a scowl on his face.

"Who told you were my dorm is Weasley?"

"Professor Dumbeldore wants to see Harry"

"Why?!" snapped Draco

"None of your business Malfoy!"

"Everything to do with Harry is my business Weasley!"

"I know what you are doing! You have set this stupid bond thing up, just so you can recruit Harry! You may have convinced him, you may have convinced the whole school! but I see right through you, you are low! You will never change! "

"You have reached a new level of stupid Weasley!"

The tanned hand on Draco's shoulder calmed the water before the storm.

"It's fine Draco! I'll just go see Dumbeldore"

"I am coming then!"

"Why? So you can convince him that Dumbeldore is evil? That voldermort is the good guy?"

"Nope, it's so we can fuck inside the next storage closet we see" smirked Draco

With a scowl, Ron had his wand pointed to Draco face, the signature Malfoy smirk displayed across Draco's features.

"Draco Stop!" Yelled Harry, grabbing his mates wrist as he walked out the door.

"Do you really think I can just let off the fact that he broke your fucking rib?"

"Let it be" Harry had dragged Draco out of the dorm and up the dungeon corridor so fast, that Harry didn't notice the quick flick of Draco's wand and the direct hit to Ron's back...

Dumbeldore's eyes twinkled the moment he saw Harry, but for a brief second they dulled when Draco walked in after him.

"Harry, my boy; I asked you hear to talk about something quite private"

"It's fine Professor. Draco and I have no secrets"

"Is that so?" Albus asked.

"That is correct!" Draco replied

"Very well. Harry have you heard anything about this Omega plan?"

"I would've of told you if I had" the younger boy snapped.

"I am simply concerned my boy. The plan should be in place soon. Even my informants have not been summoned lately."

"Hmm..." replied Harry

"Now, I understand that you and Mr. Weasley is feuding. Harry this is very displeasing. I was under the impression that he has your best friendship title"

"No offence professor... but this isn't any of your business" Draco injected. disaste seeping into his voice.

"And nor is it your mister Malfoy"

"sir, we just have a difference of opinion in regards to Dracos loyalties" Harry replied

"Well, I suppose that's understandable."

"Sir?"

"The Malfoys and the Weasley family have not seen eye to eyes for a millennia now"

"Ron will calm down eventually"

"I think Mr. Malfoy, needs to play his part as well... I don't imagine Mr. Weasley would of been opening his arms to welcome Draco, when I see that bruise upon your neck Harry"

"What bruise?" Questioned Harry. Draco placed his fingers on Harry's chin and turned his face inwards, displaying indeed a massive hickey. Draco laughed "that would've of been priceless, had Weasley actually seen it. Which sir, he has not"

"Never the less. Please see Madam Pompfry to remove it"

"Is their anything else professor?" Harry asked

"Yes, In fact their is one final thing. I understand that the inseparably stage is commencing in two weeks and based on the strained friendship you currently have with Mr. Weasley- I am going to indorse a 15 step barrier between you two. I feel that some distance before the inseparability will be beneficial for both the bond and your personal identities"

"But sir..."

it was too late, with a flick of his wand both Draco and Harry swished to oppersite ends of the room, they tried a couple of times to come together only to reached an invisible barrier and be swooshed back.

"I am sorry boys, but this is for the best"

With a huff Draco left, ten seconds later Harry was at the door

"Sir, when we were first bonded- you said that you have been through this before?"

"That's correct me boy"

"Who were you bonded too?"

"Just a man I knew from my youth"