Chapter 18

Bond length

Month: 3

Week: 2

Day: 2

Stage: comfortably

The first day of Dumbledore's forced inseparability- Saturday; was not impossible, both Harry and Draco had spent time apart. Five years of it really. What was hard, was the near constant continues thought cycle. It seems that no matter how much Harry tried to distract him self with homework, essays, books or games- the only thing he could think about was Draco. whether it be Draco's eyes, His laughter, his remarks, his aristocratic features, his godly body or his touch. Monday was worse while fifteen steps were enough of a boundary to avoid physical touch it was still enough for Harry to observe. It seems not being about to touch Draco made he's physical appeal more intoxicating. Draco in his Slythren uniform was in Harry's opinion magnificent. In Draco's opinion Harry in his Gryffindor uniform was ruggard and rather sexy.

Despite the now 48 hours distance, Ron was no less relaxed. Every glance Harry made on Draco's direction only caused Ron to moan in frustration... however the Slythren cunning always kicked in, and with every frustrated moan, Draco had a blown an over dramatic kiss to his mate, which resulted in Harry attempting to catch that said kiss, The extent of Rons frustrated moans indicated whether the kiss was caught shifty or with dramatic movements.

It was Tuesday when Harry decided to try to communicate to Draco through the use of a paper aeroplane... it was not successful. As soon as the aeroplane hit the barrier it dissolved into a thousand pieces of ash. Draco, in turn Draco tried a fire retardant paper bird, only to once again, see it transform into a thousand pieces of ash.

Friday was a full moon, Draco's paleness and dark circles did not go unmiss, but Harry's concern was turned to amusement... the thought of a Draco being magically teathered to his father was oddly amusing. That night Harry dreamt of a very frustrated adult bat tied to a teenage indecisive bat, with every indecision the rope between each of the bats feet grew stronger and stronger.

Harry awoke, snuggly warm Saturday morning in Gryffindor Common room. For the first time since starting school, Harry felt like he belonged and was accepted in his Tower. Despite the tension between Draco and most of the lions, they seem to at least tolerate the snake - while simontanisly accepting the bond. That was all except Ron, who no matter how much Harry tried to talk to his friend - no matter how much Herminoe tried, or Ginny tried or... anyone tried... his beliefs and preconception to the Malfoy family was firm. Harry felt like he was slowly loosing his best friend, and he knew it. Harry attempted to rekindle the friendship in almost every way he could think of - yet nothing seemed to work. He simply couldn't get through to Ron.

Breakfast Saturday morning was full of warm homely smells. Freshly baked muffins and pancakes aligned the table, various fruits and juices were added as condiments. Gazing across the table Harry could see Ginny had piled her 2 pancakes with fresh blueberries, strawberries and banana slices. Harry smiled as he saw Heremione spread butter over her blueberry muffin. He was smothering his chocolate chip pancakes in Maple syrup when he felt a pale hand on his shoulder.

"Hello Mate" Draco replied, his voice smooth. Harry almost choked on his pancakes, as his eyes widen.

"Draco?"

"That's my name don't wear it out" he snapped. Harry cocked his eye brow, that was a very Cliche statement for someone so aristocratic.

"Harry I want to break up!" He causally mentioned, reaching for a bacon and cheese muffin, while adding cream cheese.

"Sorry?" The Gryffindor asked, taking another bite of his pancakes.

"You and I. We are over. I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore".

Harry begun to smirk. "Oh... Dracy-poo, you know we can't end the bond tell we do the Break- up fuck"

Ginny smirked into her apple juice, as she saw Draco's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

"So... you and I in a broom closet?" Harry giggled, his hand now around Dracos tie

"Erm... No! no!... that's okay"

"No, no. You want to break up... and in order to do that we have to fuck. Come" Harry begun to pull Draco's tie, making his way to the double doors.

"No!"

"Oh, it's not like we haven't done it before. Hundreds of times really." Harry was almost of the entrance.

"Wait..." Draco squeaked.

"So... do you want to top or bottom?. I know you normally like to top, but since it's our last time I thought we could mix things up"

"Harry! Stop! it is me!" Dracos voice was trembling now

"Yes, Dracy-poo. I know it's you. Who else would I fuck?" Smirked Harry once again

"No. Harry! please! it's me Ron. Please!"

"Ron? Oh, Dracy-poo do not be so ridiculous! Why would Ron want to fuck me?."

"I don't! I was trying to break you up!"

"Shh... hush now Sexy, you ARE NOT Ron, you ARE Draco - Ron would know that you and I have a 15ft magical barrier between us at the moment. Ron would also know that it doesn't end tell Friday... I think Ron would also know that you can't actually break up if you are already bonded and finally Ron should know that you don't eat Red meat, especially bacon..."

Ron stopped in his tracks, bowing his head "I forgot about the barrier"

"Where did you get the polyjuice potion from?" Harry Finally ask. His arms crossed over her cheast, his foot now tapping inpatiently.

"Stole it"

"From?"

"Dean and Shamus"

"Where did they get it from?"

Ron, who was starting to get traces of his ginger hair back, simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Ron, the only thing you have achieved by doing this... is destroying the last remaining attempt we may have had at ever salvaging our friendship"

Rons head snapped back up, his eyes glazed over. His mouth opened to form replied, when Harry suddenly and unexpectedly took a few stumbled steps backwards. Smashing into the stone walls behind him.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked, stepping towards Harry. Who was able to see the real Draco walk through the double doors. Blood begun to drip from Harrys nose.

Draco smiled at his Mate and mouth an apology ... Ron who still very looked like Draco, despite the ginger flicks gracing his hair; blushed... this caused Draco to smirk. "If you are going to impersonate me to get into my batrothed pants Weasley, at least wear the Slythren tie. That Gryffindor one is just pathetic"

"Shove off Malfoy"

Draco blew Ron a kiss, causing him to blush harder.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful, which surprised Harry. In all his previous years at Hogwarts, Harry couldn't remember two continues weeks were his only problem was finding the motivation go attend potions class. It was both strange and wondering.

It was after dinner Thursday when Harry was summoned his Dumbledores office. Single and alone. This was the first time since accepting the fact that despite his pure intentions, Dumbledore did know how to minpulate... he knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it, and right now he wanted to end the war.

"Harry, my boy," He said as Dumbeldores blue eyes begun to twinkle "I am going to be away for the next week. I trust that you and Draco can keep yourselves out of trouble tell then?"

"Yes sir" Harry replied

"Excellent! Excellent!. Have you learnt anything during these last few weeks of foucred separation?"

"What their something specific, you were trying l teach us sir?" Questioned Harry

"My goal my boy, was to remind you and Mr. Malfoy; that despite the bond you are still two separate people. You have two seperate identities, two seperate beliefs, two seperate personalities and two seperate idealologies"

That was unexpected. It caused Harry to bite his lip and nod.

"That's good news my boy! The inseparability aspect of the bond will commence tomorrow. I must warn you my boy, it will be intense. You will simontansily want to spend every waking moment with Mr. Malfoy and want to be as far away from him as possible"

"I don't imagine, I would ever want to be apart from Draco" Harry mumbled

"You say that now my boy, but just wait. Just wait".

Dumbeldore smiled and flicked his wand. Harry's shoulders stood more aligned. He felt lighter and realived. His heart was beginning to race. A smile crept into his face. As Harry was leaving, he turned to face his head Master "sir? you said you were going away, may I ask where?"

"Germany"

it was less then two minutes between Harry leaving Dumbeldores office and Harry finding home in Draco's arms. Draco smelt of peppermint and sandalwood, a scent that Harry would now never forget. The boys didn't say a single word nor did they need too. Both knew they were at peace. It was in Draco's dormitory, that their lips meant: it was blissful. How Dumbeldore could assume that Harry would every get sick of this, is absolutely insane. Harry not only wanted to spend all of eternity in Draco's arms, but he needed too.

By the time Friday morning arose, the feeling only increased. Dracos perfect face and arrogance simply completed his. Never in Harry's life had he felt his soul was entwined with someone else's so much. It's was comforting. Harry will always be Draco's and Draco's will always be Harry's. No more no less.

That excitement was short lived when upon eating porridge; Harry's was of course, pulled high with chocolate chips and whipped cream; the daily profit arrived.

Wizarding War three commenced.

Voldemort and Grindelwald united