"What do mean, you don't know?" Draco roared.
"Dad, calm down" Lyra tried to soothe. Draco looked at her with a dark look, obviously very angry. Lyra, Nathaniel and Ezekiel had joined them upstairs and tried to explain the situation to the parents.
"You want me to calm down?" Malfoy yelled with a slightly hysterical voice, louder than usual. Ron entered at that moment, violently opening the door.
" For fuck's sake! Why are you screaming like that?" Draco then turned his eyes to the redhead and all his anger seemed to want to move towards Ron. He looked down at Draco's arm where Harry's hand was. It was a simple precaution, to avoid any loss of consciousness since when Draco was out of the room for a few moments to put his sweater on in his own room, he was paler than death and Harry was not in a better state. They had decided not to go too far and stay in touch as much as possible until they knew more.
"Sit down, Ron, before you get madder" Hermione told him. He obeyed and sat down next to Harry, as if to watch him.
"Do you need to know about the events?" Blaise asked him.
"And you, do you need to be that fucking kind?" Blaise was stunned by this answer, not expecting it to be so aggressive.
"We call it politeness Weasley, but we probably didn't teach you that in your country" Draco retorted. Ron was going to reply, but Lyra stepped in, threatening to exclude him from the story if he did not calm down. He groaned but calmed himself all the same. Harry had now put his hands on his lap and Draco put a hand on Harry's knee to keep from feeling bad. Once calm was restored, Lyra began her explanations again.
"So I said we don't know what it is, not exactly anyway"
"How do you not know?" Harry asked her.
"You never explained what it was, only that a powerful magical bond tied you to each other. A link from ... I don't know anymore. "Ezekiel answered them.
"A soul mates bond" All the teenagers of that time stared at Nathaniel with round eyes while Ezekiel and Lyra said a simple "Oh yes! That's it"
"Soul mate, you say?" Hermione asked and the three blondes nodded. "That's what it seemed to me" she added more for herself than to continue the conversation. She opened a big book and immediately Blaise and Theo leaned over her shoulders to read at the same time. "Okay, so from what we can read, there would be several levels of soul mates" Harry frowned.
"Levels? What does it mean?" Hermione flipped through a page. "It depends on the strength of the bond. The stronger the link is, the higher the level is. There would apparently be only four levels. You are certainly not level one since there is no physical or psychological effect. Let's see level two..." Hermione was talking while reading and Harry began to shake his legs nervously.
"Potter, stop moving or I take my hand away and let you die" Harry looked at him and smirked.
"Except you'd die too" Draco grunted but replaced his hand on Harry's knee.
"You're also not level two, since the only things in level two are only a slight discomfort when the other is away. In level three, the symptoms of distance are stronger. A great fatigue is the main thing, but it is said that both people are barely alive. Apparently, the powers increase slightly too. So I deduce that you are level four, except that we know practically nothing about it because there was only one case and both died because they were separated during a whole day" Harry laughed nervously.
"We won't die if we go away for too long, right?"
"Apparently so"
"There are far too many unclear things in this story" Draco interjected. The others could only agree with that. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a tall blue-eyed blonde Harry had never seen.
"It looks like there's a family reunion here" He smiled charmingly at the gathering and Lyra ran out to him, throwing herself on his neck.
"Everyone, this is Joris" Ezekiel told them.
"He's Hermione and Theo's son" His brother pursued. They were all astonished and looked at the two interested parties, who had plunged into the book again and did not listen to what was going on.
"Come on, couldn't you go kiss somewhere else? You block the passage!" A voice intervened in the corridor. The two blond brothers looked at each other.
"That's Zach!" They said with one voice. After finally pushing the couple off the passage, a big black guy entered the room, accompanied by a blonde girl and a brunette girl. The brunette ran to join Ezekiel and kissed him while the blonde hugged Nathaniel affectionately in her arms.
"This is Erin, our sister" Harry and Draco nodded, a little overwhelmed by too many events.
"And it's Eleanor and Zachady" Nathaniel went on, pointing at the brown girl and the black boy. Hermione finally raised her head and Harry, who saw the two young women almost side by side, noticed the great resemblance. Without a doubt the girl was Hermione's daughter.
Zachady looked at Ron then turned his head to Nathaniel.
"He is denying us, right?" The blond laughed, shaking his head. Joris and Lyra finally came back to the group and the two blondes hugged each other. The youngest girl looked at the hands of her fathers.
"It's already started?" Harry couldn't take it anymore, there was too much information all at once. He was risking his life in all that. So he got up, very upset.
"Yes, it started! And I would like someone to explain to me what's going on here!" Erin, who was in front of him when he screamed, came to sit between him and Ron and patted his back gently.
"We won't know until we see it, Harry" Hermione replied.
"Why did it only happen now?" Draco asked.
"From what I read, you had to think both of you at least once in the way ... how do you say? In a love way" Draco and Harry began to think, looking for when it had happened. "But that's not all. It must also after that you have come into contact"
"It probably happened when you took my wrist this morning" Draco concluded. Harry nodded and he sighed. If this little cunt had not wandered in underwear in front of him, all that would not have happened. Or maybe it would not have changed anything.
"But, by the way, what are you doing here?" Lyra suddenly asked the four newcomers.
"That's a good question" Zachady replied.
"I see we're in the same situation then" Ezekiel said. A silence then settled in the room. Harry yawned and decided to go to bed no matter what was the time.
"What time is it?" He asked all the same, curious.
"At least eleven O'clock" Theo replied.
"Thank you, so I'm going to bed"
"Wait, Potter" Draco retorted.
"What do we do for the night?" He asked Hermione.
"You sleep together, I don't see any other solution" The two boys opened their eyes wide with astonishment.
"No way! No fucking way!" They cried together.
"You don't have a choice" Lyra told them. They growled and walked out of the room, at least Harry stepped out of the room pulling the blond behind him.
"I'm not going to sleep with you, Malfoy" He told him, once they got to their room. Draco just nodded, perfectly okay, though a little concerned. They each went through the bathroom and went to bed each on their own.
In the room they had just left, Hermione gazed at her two children, Eleanor and Joris. She was really overwhelmed by the blue of their eyes. Ron was out, unable to stand the sight of another of his children. He was not gay, damn it! Still, he had to admit that these kids looked just like him. He opened the door again suddenly.
"There is name on the door now" They all looked at him.
"Nott?" Hermione asked him. He nodded.
"How do you know that?" She then showed Joris and Eleanor with her hand.
"Eleanor and Joris are my children, and those of Theodo- I mean Nott" Ron had no reaction but stepped back and closed the door. Lyra, Ezekiel, Nathaniel and Erin came out of the room too, taking Blaise and Zachady with them. In the room, the atmosphere was slightly annoying and nobody dared to look at each other.
"Oh come on! Don't be so embarrassed" Joris finally said. His sister looked at him exasperatedly.
"Really ? Didn't you find anything better?" He just shrugged. This small exchange had the gift of amusing Hermione and Theo and the atmosphere relaxed greatly in the room.
Everything wasn't going so well on Harry's side. He was now aware that wanting to sleep in bed alone had not been his best idea. He felt like his blood was on fire and his brain was going to explode. He sat up with difficulty and took his head in his hands. He heard a groan of pain from the second bed of the room. He got up and walked extremely slowly to Draco's bed. He approached the side where the blond was and literally let himself fall on him. Draco gasped under the weight of Harry falling on him, but the well-being he felt when his skin touched Harry's skin quickly drove him away. He placed one of his hands on the neck of the brown while the other was on his back. Both sighed when all trace of pain disappeared from their bodies. Harry did not seem to be moving and that made Draco laughed.
"I thought you were never going to come and you were going to let us die" It was Harry's turn to laugh.
"Are you going to send me back to my bed? Or will you allow me to stay here?" Harry finally asked after a long time when they nearly fell asleep.
"I love my life, Potter" Draco muttered, tightening his arms around Harry. The latter more comfortably leaned his head against Draco's shoulder and fell asleep quickly.
Outside the room, the six children were asleep too. In fact, the only two people awake in this big apartment were Blaise and his son, Zachady.
"So, you say that Dad takes it badly?"
"No I mean your father categorically refuses to have anything to do with me"
"Oh ! I see ... Don't worry I'll arrange that for you" Zachady winked at him and Blaise was about to answer when Ron opened the door a little.
"Ron! Calm down, Irina and Isallys are sleeping" Blaise kindly reprimanded him. Ron seemed about to retaliate aggressively but he recovered.
"Sorry, I'm going to bed, good night, both of you" Then with these words he went to his bed, undressed, slipped between the sheets and closed the curtains. Blaise and his son looked at each other, stunned by the redhead's behavior. Zachady gave Blaise an encouraging smile before leaving the room. Blaise was planted in the middle of the room, completely lost. Then he finally went to sleep.
When Harry opened his eyes the next day, he swore he had never slept so well. Like having a soul sister might not be that awful. He felt a second wave of happiness swirl in him as Draco stirred, a sign that he was waking up and Harry was convinced that this feeling did not come from him. He was suddenly in a need to talk to Hermione about this so he gently got out of bed and went to get dressed in the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Draco curled around his blanket, hugging it as he did with Harry a few moments ago. Harry silently left the room. So he found himself in the children's room where they all seemed to sleep deeply except Lesath who stared at him with his big gray eyes.
The kid seemed about to speak so Harry motioned him to shut up and went over to hug him. He ended up in the hallway. He decided to go to Hermione's room, thinking that, given the early hour, she might not be up yet. He put Lesath on the floor in front of the door and asked him to wait for him here. He then entered gently, making no sound, suspecting that the children were still sleeping. He crossed the room safely and opened the door leading to Hermione's room. The room was plunged into the most complete darkness. Harry tried to tell which bed Hermione was in but failed.
"She's not here, Potter" Theo muttered still half asleep.
"Oh sorry" Harry whispered quickly. The other boy mumbled something about gryffindors too early in the morning. Harry laughed slightly before coming out of the room. He closed the door and crossed the second room again and found himself again near the little blond. He picked him up again and went down the stairs. The brunette was only half astonished to find his best friend sitting at a table near the library. He approached, put Lesath on a chair and sat down at the table. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at Harry.
"You had a good night?" She asked him.
"Yes, thank you" Harry replied blushing, thinking back to the fact that it was only because he spent the night in Malfoy's arms.
"I found new informations" Harry was very interested.
"Me too, but start" She smiles again.
"So I learned that some things will develop. For example, your powers"
"Could it happen that I feel Draco's emotions?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at the first name agreement.
"It's Draco now?" Harry just blushed, not knowing what to say. "Yes, I think it's going to happen Harry. I also think that a psychic connection could possibly be established between you" Harry had an expression of incomprehension on the face.
"You can communicate by thought" Harry's mouth formed an "o". "And I also seem to have found a way for you to get away for a longer time"
"That is to say?"
"Well, firstly it seems that the duration changes according to your physical proximity. For example if you are close enough physically but do not touch, you can stay a good while but you will eventually need to touch each other. However, the further you are from each other, the less you can stay. And the longer you stay in touch, the more you can stay away" Harry was stunned, his friend had gone to great lengths for him. He got up and went to take her in his arms. Lyra then came running and was relieved when she saw her little brother. Realizing she was scared by not finding him in his bed when she got up, Harry apologized flatly. She reassured him then, assuring him that it was not serious. Harry then felt a strange feeling, a mixture of panic and stress. He apologized to the girls and disappeared as quickly as possible. Seeing him leave almost running, they worried and followed him. Harry went up the stairs four at a time and narrowly escaped the stairs. He rushed to the door where his name was inscribed. Just before he reached it, she opened on Draco.
"Everything's okay?" Harry asked, gasping for air. Draco sighed with relief.
"You're here" He whispered as he approached Harry. He threw himself on him, hugging him. Harry froze before returning his embrace. He wondered what had happened so that Draco Malfoy would throw himself into his arms, clearly worried for him.