Chapter 6

Malfoy smiled and gently closed Harry's open mouth with two fingers, before he leaned further down and a placed a tender kiss on his lips. Harry mmmphd into the kiss and turned his head away.

"What have you done, Malfoy?" He asked. "What do mean with your words about an old bound?"

He struggled and was a bit surprised as Malfoy released his wrist and sat up. Of course this gave him a good view Malfoy's slender, naked body. Blushing Harry concentrated his gaze on Malfoy's face as he too sat up.

/Don't look down. Don't look down./

The Slytherin smirked a bit. "I thought I made it clear. What do you not understand?"

Harry's face went red, but this time from anger. "You know exactly what I mean. I want you to get this tattoo away from me. I'm not yours and I never will be. I hate you and I have hated you since our first meeting in Madame Malkins robe shop."

Malfoy raised one fine blond eyebrow. "You hate me? Do you really? Why?"

"I…..." Harry stuttered, speechless. "I just do."

Malfoy sniffed and stood up. With elegant movements, that Harry couldn't ignore even if he tried, the Slytherin strolled to his bed. "That is not a very good answer, Harry. As for your request to erase the tattoo, I must refuse. First, because I don't want to and second, it can't be removed."

Slowly Malfoy took his robe lying on his bed and put it on. Harry couldn't help but to sigh in relief. Finally he mustn't look any longer at this pale, beautiful lean body….

/No./ Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands. /Did I just think beautiful! This can't be happening./

"What do you mean you can't remove it ?" Harry choked out. He tried to hide his blush with his hands and arms, but was unsuccessful.

/This is really embarrassing./

"You made it appear, so remove it." Harry continued, standing up so that he mustn't look up any longer at Malfoy. "And after all, I don't know why you suddenly love me, but I don't think that your father will like what you have done. I, the Boy-who-lived, a member of the Malfoy family."

"My father knows." Malfoy interrupted. He turned around and Harry narrowed his eyes at the smug grin on his face, expecting nothing good. "To inform you, I had to ask my father for his permission to make you mine. He is the head of the house. And when I mean I can't remove it, I can't. Once the tattoo is placed on a person it stays on him until he dies. And, one thing, before you start to yell at me," Malfoy raised a hand to stop Harry, who had open his mouth in protest, "don't think that Dumbledore can help you. Even he can't remove it."

Harry closed his mouth. Speechless he stared at the blond Boy. Dumbledore couldn't help him?

"You're lying. " He whispered, not able to raise his voice. /He must lie. He must. Surely Professor Dumbledore can help me./

Malfoy's grin vanished from one moment to the other. With a hard look in his silver eyes he advanced to Harry until he stood right before him. "Stubborn as ever. I know that you think the headmaster is an almighty wizard who can do anything he wants. But I must disappoint you in that. His magic is strong, yes, but even he can't erase a magic bond. "

Harry shuddered at the angry tone in the others voice and turned his head away, but Malfoy caught his chin with his hand and forced him to look back at him. Though Harry noticed that his grip wasn't as strong as the one from the stranger.

"Listen to me, Harry." Malfoy whispered, looking straight in Harry's green eyes. " This tattoo and the bond can't be removed except by death, mine or yours. So, you belong to me until you or myself die. You're mine. Try to life with the thought. Accept it."

Harry swallowed, but didn't look away. "I won't accept it." He said in the same voice as the Slytherin. He raised a hand and grabbed Malfoy's wrist. "And I will not accept it. I will never return your love. "

"We will see that." Malfoy smirked lopsided and released Harry's chin. But with a swift turn he laid the long fingers of his hand, which was hold by Harry, around Harry's own wrist. "And here I thought that you would be more thankful that I saved you from that hooded stranger." He purred, using his grip to pull Harry nearer to him.

Harry scowled and watched Malfoy's other hand snaking around his waist. "I wouldn't be so ungrateful if you would stop trying to lie at me. Say the truth for once and I.."

"..will thank you?" Malfoy ended the sentence. He grinned and pressed his hand against Harry's lower back, pulling him against his body. "I can have that without telling the truth, can't I?"

His grin widened as Harry blushed furiously.

"Stop that, Malfoy." Harry turned his face away again. And tried to ignore the very good feeling he had, pressed like that against the other body. "Can't you tell me the truth for once?"

Malfoy turned Harry's face to him, this time gentle. "I never lied to you, Harry." He said slowly. Tender he laid his hand on the back of Harry's head and pushed it down to lie on his shoulder. Harry shivered, but didn't struggle. "When you think back you know that I did tell the truth. I have said mean and bad things to you to hurt you, but all I said was always the truth, wasn't it?"

Harry sighed and buried his face in Malfoy's neck. When he really thought about it.…..Malfoy was right. He had said many hurtful things, though it had been always the truth. But……

"Maybe that is right. " He mumbled against Malfoy's neck, feeling a shudder run through the others body as his lips brushed the others skin unknowingly as he spoke. "But now you don't want to tell me. You have acting strange since we met on the train and I don't know why. There must be a reason. And even though you deny it now, you knew this stranger, didn't you?"

Malfoy stayed still for a moment and Harry didn't move either. He stayed in Malfoy's embrace, feeling strangely safe in the others arms. He felt Malfoy's chest rise and fall with every breath and he even felt his steady heartbeat.

/Strange. I never feel this way when Ron or Hermione were holding me. Not that it was that often./

Finally Malfoy moved again. With a sigh he stepped away from Harry, but leaving his hands on his shoulders. "Maybe you are right, Harry. The explanation I had given you recently wasn't much. But trust me when I say it is for the best. And trust me when I promise you that I will tell you some day. Will you trust me?"

Harry returned Malfoy's look some minutes in silence. Then he looked down at his stomach, at the snake curling around his belly button.

Trust Malfoy?

Could he do that?

He thought about the safety he had felt in the embrace just a few moments ago. It had felt good. But was it real?

Maybe this tattoo was doing more with him than just binding him to Malfoy. Maybe it was playing with his feelings, too.

"I….."

The sudden opening of the door saved him a answer. With a dark shadow over his face Snape stormed in the room.

"Malfoy. Potter. Follow me." He barked, already turning around again to leave. But before Harry or Malfoy could voice a single word, he added. "The Headmaster is back and he wants to speak to you, so hurry and don't bother to cloth yourself. "

Harry threw Malfoy a questioning look, but the Slytherin just shrugged. He seemed to be as clueless as Harry. Harry opened his mouth to ask him, but as Snape yelled another "Hurry, dammit" he preferred to follow the Potions Master.

Dumbledore was back, so finally he would hear where he had been. And maybe he could ask him about the bond Malfoy talked about.

Malfoy was beside him as they ran through the hallways of Hogwarts, following their teacher.

"We will continue talking when we get back." Malfoy said to him.

Harry looked shortly at him. Then he nodded, concentrating himself on the dark figure of Snape before him.

After a few minutes he noticed that Snape didn't let them to Dumbledore's office, but to the Transfigurations Room.

"What..."

Snape stopped at the door, showing the Boys with a hurried hand gesture to enter first.

Harry frowned and reached a hand out to open the door, but as he touched the handle the door was opened from the inside-and a familiar figure appeared before the surprised boy.

"Sirius!"

The black haired man grinned brightly at his godson. "Yes, Harry." He grabbed Harry and embraced him tightly, so that Harry couldn't breath. But he returned the embrace with all strength and buried his face in Sirius robe. He couldn't believe it.

Sirius was here.

„Sirius…..Sirius…."

A few tears leaked into the black robe. Embarrassed Harry turned his head away so that nobody would see him crying.

"It's good to see you, Sirius. After you left before the holidays I thought I wouldn't see you for a long time." Harry sniffled as he found his voice finally and leaned back to look into Sirius face. He was still thin and his eyes still a bit of a haunted look, but he looked healthier than the last time he had seen him. "You look good."

Sirius laughed and brushed Harry's hair playful with his hand. "And you look still a bit unruly. But a must agree with you. I feel better. You can thank Remus for that."

"Professor Lupin is here!" Harry tried to look past his godfather, as a quiet sniff from behind him remembered him that he wasn't alone.

/Malfoy.../

Malfoy stepped beside Harry, his silver eyes on Sirius and Harry couldn't help but to flinch a bit as he saw the coldness in them-the jealousy. "I would prefer it if you wouldn't touch what belong to me." He snarled.

Harry rolled his eyes upward. /Oh no./

Sirius returned Malfoy's look with the same intensity as the Slytherin. "I wouldn't touch something that belongs to a Malfoy if my life would depend on it."

A smug grin appeared on Malfoy's face. He crossed his arms before his chest and nodded. "Good to hear that. So follow your own words and let Harry out of your embrace. Because he belongs to me."

Sirius stared at the Blond, then at the blushing Harry in his arms. "Harry?"

Harry swallowed. "It wasn't my idea." He said and stepped back from the older man, so that he could see the tattoo on his stomach.

Never in his life had he seen such a shocked look on somebody's face, like the one his godfather had in this moment. It was very uncomfortable.

Suddenly Sirius turned around and went back into the room he came from, but not before he threw a threatening look at the grinning Slytherin. He didn't even look at Harry.

Harry had the feeling his heart would break as he looked at Sirius back. Did his Godfather hate him now?