Author's Note: Thanks to all for the great reviews! You know, I didn't mean
for the last chapter to be a cliffhanger, so I was quite surprised when a
couple of people said it was. But really, I just wanted to split up the
story into coherent chapters. (Queen of Vegetasei: Pls don't kill me; I'm
quite a nice person. Really.)
Special thanks to xixie, Sailor Grape, Lady Doncaster, Katie of Gryffindor (you never know with WBs, they tend to sneak up on you), Hyperbole, Dark-One Shadowphyre, Kat, SparkySparkles, Queen Of Vegetasei and Purple*Passion.
Chapter 15: Bondage
"Have you lost your BLOODY MIND???" Harry shouted as he struggled with the bonds restraining him.
Ron had somehow carried him all the way back up to the dorm. After which, he promptly dropped Harry from his shoulder and back on his own bed.
And before Harry could have reacted, Ron had whipped out his wand and used a binding spell to tie both his hands to the bedposts.
"It's the only way, Harry." Ron said firmly as he checked the straps to make sure they'd hold.
Harry struggled furiously with the straps. They were starting to cut into his skin, he was trying so hard.
After a few minutes of struggling, he finally gave up and laid back again, panting slightly from his efforts. He glared resentfully at Ron who was shaking his head mournfully at him.
"Ron, I'm not kidding around, ok? Let me go this instant!" he shouted.
"What is going on here?" Seamus complained, rubbing his heavy-lidded eyes in frustration, as he padded over to Harry's bed.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.
*Uhm, is Potter tied to his bed?*
He shook his head in disbelief and wondered if he was having one of his crazy dreams again.
He blinked a few times and looked again.
*Nope. Still there!*
He stared at Harry's form.
Clad only in his pjs. And tied to his bed. Looking oh-so-deli. . .
"Seamus!" Harry called out, breaking him out of his personal reverie.
"What? Oh!" Seamus gulped as he forced himself to focus, "Erm, wh-what's going on here, Harry? Why a-"
"Seamus, you have GOT to help me. Ron's gone mad! You've got to untie me, please!" he looked at Seamus imploringly.
Seamus looked over at Ron, and hesitated.
"Don't. you. dare." Ron said dangerously, tightening the grip on his wand.
"Err . . .Harry?" Seamus said doubtfully.
By now Dean had shuffled out of his bed and joined them from behind. He peered over Seamus's shoulder curiously.
"Oh my!" he gasped, covering his mouth with a hand.
"Kinky." he added cheekily and giggled.
"This is NOT funny!" Harry boomed.
"You guys want to explain to us what's going on here?" Dean asked quizzically.
"I'm protecting Harry. From himself. He's not quite right in the head for now." Ron explained and frowned a little to himself.
"I'm right here, you know!" Harry said pointedly.
Dean sighed. "Ron, you have to do better than that."
It was way too early in the morning for riddles and cryptic answers.
"Fine. When I woke up this morning, I found. . ." he gulped and started to look disgusted again as the memory of it returned to him.
"Malfoy. In bed. With -" he gestured with his head at Harry's direction.
"What?!" the two chorused in unison.
Ron nodded, looking grim.
"Obviously, he's done some-thing to Harry and I'm keeping him safe until I figure out what it is and fix this whole thing." He explained further.
Dean and Seamus just stared at Ron open-mouthed.
Harry let out a long weary sigh and closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't explain things to Ron. Not in the state he was in now.
And frankly, he wasn't feeling very friendly towards his best friend at the moment.
"Where's Malfoy, then?" Seamus asked, looking around the room, as if expecting to see the Slytherin tied up as well.
"Oh. I threw him out." Ron shrugged.
"Woah. . ." Seamus looked at Ron with undisguised admiration. Ron managed a modest grin and puffed his chest a little.
It felt good to be the hero for once.
"Cool." Dean chimed in.
*I could get used to this.* Ron thought, basking in the warm glow of admiration from his friends.
Watching their little exchange, Harry suddenly feeling more alone than ever, and he gave one last desperate attempt to break free of the straps.
Dean looked over at Harry. "Easy there, Harry. We'll soon get you sorted out."
Seamus just nodded in agreement, fully concentrating on trying to permanently burn the image of Harry Potter tied to his bed in his brain.
*Where's Colin and his camera when you need him?*
Oblivious, Ron felt a rush of self-love flooding over him. *I'm such a great friend. I hope Harry realises this.* He walked over to Harry's bedside and reached out a hand to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
But Harry flinched to avoid it and gave him a cold stare instead.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
Ron merely commented, "See? He's not himself."
Though feeling a little stung by Harry's rejection, he brushed off his discomfort swiftly. He couldn't show weakness now.
"Right. We should go get McGonagall. Let her see this for herself." Ron said in a commanding tone, straightened his back and resolutely tucked his wand back into his pocket.
"That won't be necessary, Mr. Weasley." a familiar voice rang out.
Harry snapped back to attention and let out a sigh of relief as he saw who it was.
McGonagall.
"Professor! Thank god you're here!" he cried out.
*Finally, An adult! Someone rational.*
"Would someone kindly explain to me why there was shouting coming from this room? I am shocked as to how the four of you could behave in such an irresponsible and-" she stopped her tirade as she came into full view of what the three boys were crowding over.
She stared speechless at Harry for a few seconds before finding the words to continue.
"Would someone explain to me why Mr. Potter is currently tied to his bed while the three of you are hovering over him?"
Her eyes shot daggers at the three.
"Well, you see Professor, Harry's been cursed. He's under a spell by Malfoy. And I had to tie him up because he was acting all crazy." Ron explained.
"Me!?!" Harry shouted indignantly.
"Mr. Potter, if you please." the professor chided wearily.
"And what spell was it, Mr. Weasley?" she continued.
"I don't know yet, exactly."
"Well, what did it make Harry do, then? That you felt you had to restrain him in such a manner!" she persisted with some impatience. The situation seemed to be getting out of hand.
"Uhm." Ron paused, glancing at Harry who was giving him a rather hateful glare.
"I- err. . . I found Harry in bed with Malfoy. And they were quite. . ." he paused, wondering what the right word would be.
"-friendly with each other, if you know what I mean." he waggled his eyebrows meaningfully at the professor.
Harry sighed loudly and let his head fall back on the pillow. He had never felt so exhausted in his life.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows in astonishment. This certainly wasn't what she was expecting to hear.
Spells for warts and boils she could deal with. Turning Harry into a ferret for revenge she could take.
But this? Well. This was certainly something quite different.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to add something to this?" she asked Harry in a softer tone, feeling a little sorry for the boy who was looking extremely helpless and lost now.
"Please, just go get Dumbledore." he whispered hoarsely, his eyes closed.
He was too tired for any more battles today.
Special thanks to xixie, Sailor Grape, Lady Doncaster, Katie of Gryffindor (you never know with WBs, they tend to sneak up on you), Hyperbole, Dark-One Shadowphyre, Kat, SparkySparkles, Queen Of Vegetasei and Purple*Passion.
Chapter 15: Bondage
"Have you lost your BLOODY MIND???" Harry shouted as he struggled with the bonds restraining him.
Ron had somehow carried him all the way back up to the dorm. After which, he promptly dropped Harry from his shoulder and back on his own bed.
And before Harry could have reacted, Ron had whipped out his wand and used a binding spell to tie both his hands to the bedposts.
"It's the only way, Harry." Ron said firmly as he checked the straps to make sure they'd hold.
Harry struggled furiously with the straps. They were starting to cut into his skin, he was trying so hard.
After a few minutes of struggling, he finally gave up and laid back again, panting slightly from his efforts. He glared resentfully at Ron who was shaking his head mournfully at him.
"Ron, I'm not kidding around, ok? Let me go this instant!" he shouted.
"What is going on here?" Seamus complained, rubbing his heavy-lidded eyes in frustration, as he padded over to Harry's bed.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.
*Uhm, is Potter tied to his bed?*
He shook his head in disbelief and wondered if he was having one of his crazy dreams again.
He blinked a few times and looked again.
*Nope. Still there!*
He stared at Harry's form.
Clad only in his pjs. And tied to his bed. Looking oh-so-deli. . .
"Seamus!" Harry called out, breaking him out of his personal reverie.
"What? Oh!" Seamus gulped as he forced himself to focus, "Erm, wh-what's going on here, Harry? Why a-"
"Seamus, you have GOT to help me. Ron's gone mad! You've got to untie me, please!" he looked at Seamus imploringly.
Seamus looked over at Ron, and hesitated.
"Don't. you. dare." Ron said dangerously, tightening the grip on his wand.
"Err . . .Harry?" Seamus said doubtfully.
By now Dean had shuffled out of his bed and joined them from behind. He peered over Seamus's shoulder curiously.
"Oh my!" he gasped, covering his mouth with a hand.
"Kinky." he added cheekily and giggled.
"This is NOT funny!" Harry boomed.
"You guys want to explain to us what's going on here?" Dean asked quizzically.
"I'm protecting Harry. From himself. He's not quite right in the head for now." Ron explained and frowned a little to himself.
"I'm right here, you know!" Harry said pointedly.
Dean sighed. "Ron, you have to do better than that."
It was way too early in the morning for riddles and cryptic answers.
"Fine. When I woke up this morning, I found. . ." he gulped and started to look disgusted again as the memory of it returned to him.
"Malfoy. In bed. With -" he gestured with his head at Harry's direction.
"What?!" the two chorused in unison.
Ron nodded, looking grim.
"Obviously, he's done some-thing to Harry and I'm keeping him safe until I figure out what it is and fix this whole thing." He explained further.
Dean and Seamus just stared at Ron open-mouthed.
Harry let out a long weary sigh and closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't explain things to Ron. Not in the state he was in now.
And frankly, he wasn't feeling very friendly towards his best friend at the moment.
"Where's Malfoy, then?" Seamus asked, looking around the room, as if expecting to see the Slytherin tied up as well.
"Oh. I threw him out." Ron shrugged.
"Woah. . ." Seamus looked at Ron with undisguised admiration. Ron managed a modest grin and puffed his chest a little.
It felt good to be the hero for once.
"Cool." Dean chimed in.
*I could get used to this.* Ron thought, basking in the warm glow of admiration from his friends.
Watching their little exchange, Harry suddenly feeling more alone than ever, and he gave one last desperate attempt to break free of the straps.
Dean looked over at Harry. "Easy there, Harry. We'll soon get you sorted out."
Seamus just nodded in agreement, fully concentrating on trying to permanently burn the image of Harry Potter tied to his bed in his brain.
*Where's Colin and his camera when you need him?*
Oblivious, Ron felt a rush of self-love flooding over him. *I'm such a great friend. I hope Harry realises this.* He walked over to Harry's bedside and reached out a hand to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
But Harry flinched to avoid it and gave him a cold stare instead.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
Ron merely commented, "See? He's not himself."
Though feeling a little stung by Harry's rejection, he brushed off his discomfort swiftly. He couldn't show weakness now.
"Right. We should go get McGonagall. Let her see this for herself." Ron said in a commanding tone, straightened his back and resolutely tucked his wand back into his pocket.
"That won't be necessary, Mr. Weasley." a familiar voice rang out.
Harry snapped back to attention and let out a sigh of relief as he saw who it was.
McGonagall.
"Professor! Thank god you're here!" he cried out.
*Finally, An adult! Someone rational.*
"Would someone kindly explain to me why there was shouting coming from this room? I am shocked as to how the four of you could behave in such an irresponsible and-" she stopped her tirade as she came into full view of what the three boys were crowding over.
She stared speechless at Harry for a few seconds before finding the words to continue.
"Would someone explain to me why Mr. Potter is currently tied to his bed while the three of you are hovering over him?"
Her eyes shot daggers at the three.
"Well, you see Professor, Harry's been cursed. He's under a spell by Malfoy. And I had to tie him up because he was acting all crazy." Ron explained.
"Me!?!" Harry shouted indignantly.
"Mr. Potter, if you please." the professor chided wearily.
"And what spell was it, Mr. Weasley?" she continued.
"I don't know yet, exactly."
"Well, what did it make Harry do, then? That you felt you had to restrain him in such a manner!" she persisted with some impatience. The situation seemed to be getting out of hand.
"Uhm." Ron paused, glancing at Harry who was giving him a rather hateful glare.
"I- err. . . I found Harry in bed with Malfoy. And they were quite. . ." he paused, wondering what the right word would be.
"-friendly with each other, if you know what I mean." he waggled his eyebrows meaningfully at the professor.
Harry sighed loudly and let his head fall back on the pillow. He had never felt so exhausted in his life.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows in astonishment. This certainly wasn't what she was expecting to hear.
Spells for warts and boils she could deal with. Turning Harry into a ferret for revenge she could take.
But this? Well. This was certainly something quite different.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to add something to this?" she asked Harry in a softer tone, feeling a little sorry for the boy who was looking extremely helpless and lost now.
"Please, just go get Dumbledore." he whispered hoarsely, his eyes closed.
He was too tired for any more battles today.
