Disclaimer: No, no ,no. Not mine. Why do I have to say this every time?
A/N: I have been told that something is odd with chappie 15 so I reposted it. I hope it now looks like it should.
For the once who start with this chappie: I'm sorry that I took so long.
And as award that you had to wait so long: the next chappie is ready and just has to be betaed from my Beta reader. So when you're lucky it will be out by the weekend.
Important Note: In this chapter Draco and Harry will speak shortly about the possibility of MalePregnacy, but this story will have none of it further more. The mentioning in this chapter will be the only time it appears in here. So all who are against it don't worry. There will be no such thing.
Well I hope you don't find to much mistakes. That would be so embarrassing.
Chapter 15
The fire crackled peacefully in the fireplace, creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.
"I can't do it."
"You're not trying hard enough."
Moaning Harry fell back onto the fur before the fire. His head was pounding with an upcoming headache. "I'm doing the best I can."
Draco let out a snort. With narrowed eyes he looked at Harry lying before him on his back. It was a tempting view, but he pushed the thought back.
He had promised Harry to teach him using his mind and he would keep this promise. "No, you're not."
Harry shot him an angry look, which Draco chose to ignore. The black haired boy sighed at silver eyes just looked at him calmly. He turned his eyes away. "Maybe you're right. But it is not so easy."
Draco shared his sigh. "Nobody said it would be easy."
He stood, stretching his body as he did so. He had sat too long to be comfortable. Every muscle was itching, especially in his backside and his legs. "Let us have a break. Something to drink?"
Harry nodded, thankful for the break. They had been here for hours now.
His eyes scanned the room they were in. It was not the same room he had shared with Draco right after he had come to Hogwarts that was certain.
The room they were now in the common room, he suspected was bigger than the one he had slept in. And the furniture was more elegant surely more expensive than he had ever seen before. Even the Gryffindor tower couldn't compete with this and he had been sure there couldn't be better.
Looking around, he knew he had been wrong.
Soft flowing curtains in front of wide windows showing the lake and the grounds, the colour changing every time he looked at them. Once they seemed to be black and in the next second they were more to the dark green side. Carpets covered the floor, so soft than one's feet sunk in, lying on polished wood. A selection of comfy looking armchairs out of warm tan silk stood around an equal couch before the fireplace, now a bit further away, because they had decided to sit on the floor.
Harry stroked the white fur he was lying on. It was a level of softness that he had never experienced before, gliding through his fingers like water.
Draco had told him that it once had been the fur of a unicorn, the pet of his Great Grandfather. Then he had smirked and had added that Harry could be sure that the unicorn had already been dead from a natural death when the fur had been taken from him.
And Harry had wondered shortly if the blond could read his thoughts after all, because in that moment Harry had thought about the curse one would suffer if he drank the blood of a unicorn.
He let out a deep sigh and dropped his hand. His gaze shifted over the walls.
Like everywhere else in Hogwarts, paintings hung on the walls, though not as many as in Gryffindor Tower. In secret, Harry often had asked himself if Dumbledore used the paintings to spy on everybody teachers and students alike.
Slightly frowning, Harry let his eyes shift over the paintings, searching. He really shouldn't think like that, but
There was just one picture with people in it.
Slowly Harry stood up, his gaze never leaving the painting. It was hanging opposite of the fireplace between two of the large windows. Nearly as big as Harry and so wide that he just could touch the sites with the fingers when he stretched out his arms. And from all the paintings it was the one with the most personality.
Harry halted before the painting and stared at it. And the man and woman in it returned his gaze silently.
The man stood behind the woman, one hand lightly on her shoulder, looking at Harry with Draco's silver eyes cold, stern and without any emotion. They were hard like his whole face that betrayed no feelings from the man, though it was noble and handsome, too like one of the old statues that Harry had once seen in a museum, the ones from the old roman senators.
And the woman
Harry swallowed as his eyes met the deep brown ones of the woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before. Even the veelas couldn't compete with her.
Her shimmering brown hair flowed around her face and down over her breast, caressing the deep blue brocade of her dress. Streaks of silver weaved into the cloth, glittering with every elegant movement that she made.
As she smiled Harry felt the heat spreading in his face. "I wish you a good day, Harry," she said in a smooth voice. Harry nodded, not trusting his voice.
The man behind her scowled a little Harry saw the little wrinkles building up on his brow. "You seem to lack of manners, little boy. My wife just greeted you and you stay silent."
She smiled again and laid a hand of the one of her husband, though without adverting her eyes from Harry. "Calm down, love. He is just overwhelmed." Her smile became more mischievous. "Shall I remind you how you reacted when we first met?"
The man looked away and Harry was sure that he noticed a slight tinge of red on his cheeks. But he had been right
He took a step forward and bowed lightly before the pair. "I'm really sorry about my rudeness. I wish you a good day."
Another smile lit up the woman's face. "There is no need to apologize, Harry. But I think we should introduce ourselves, before we continue talking."
Graceful she stood up and for a moment Harry thought she would leave the painting and couldn't stop thinking about what a presence this woman must have had when she had been still alive. Surely she had caught all the eyes of the people when she had entered a room. "I am the Lady Isabel Malfoy. And this." She turned half around and smiled tenderly at the man. "Is my husband Lord Julius Malfoy."
Harry bowed before the ancestors of Draco. "It's a pleasure and an honour to meet you." He wondered how long ago these two had lived. Their clothes spoke of an age long ago. Had the painting been made at that time, too?
Isabel shook her head lightly. "It is our honour to meet the new bonded of our family, Harry. Welcome to the Malfoy family."
"Thanks, Lady¼."
Slender arms slung around him from behind, stealing the words from his lips in surprise. "Greetings, Grandmother, Grandfather," Draco's smooth voice said beside Harry's ear. As he turned his head slightly he saw affection in the silver eyes, with which Draco looked at the painting. "What do you think of my bonded?"
Isabel smiled gently at the pair before her, while as she sat down again. "He is lovely, Draco. I feel glad that you found your lifelong partner." Smiling Draco tightened his hold on Harry.
"I agree with my wife," Julius Malfoy declared, his stern silver eyes on the two boys. "He is a strong wizard and will bring new blood into our family."
Puzzled Harry looked at him.
New blood?
What did he mean by this?
He could feel Draco chuckle behind him. "That he will surely, Sir, though I haven't told him yet that he can."
Now Harry was totally confused. He freed himself from Draco's embrace so that he could look at the blond wonderingly. "What are you talking about?"
A bright grin appeared on the blonds face. "Have you never asked yourself why nobody of my family had a objection against me bonding with a male?"
Harry shook his head and really couldn't suppress a blush spreading over his cheeks. He never had thought that much about their relationship a relationship he just had begun to accept in the way that he knew that there was no way out of it.
And so he never had thought about the result of it either.
They were both male, so
He frowned. "Now that you mention it why weren't your parents against you placing the bond on me? They must have known that it means that you have to chose a woman to make sure your name lives on."
When Draco had to go search and produce the blush returned a child, he surely would leave Harry alone and he could live his own life. Harry fought a grin wanting to surface. The situation wasn't as hopeless as he had thought. He glanced at Draco and felt the familiar warmth spread in him. Though, he would miss the comfort and safety from the Slytherin.
The feeling of him in his mind.
The feel of his arms around him.
The loneliness he felt when Draco wasn't around...
Harry swallowed. This feeling of fear when he hadn't felt Draco anymore.
Suddenly Harry felt regret that he never had learned what it meant to love.
He looked up at Draco, at the handsome face, the beautiful silver eyes that had held dislike towards him for four years and which now were warm and soft with love.
Maybe he should stop asking himself if he was in love.
Maybe he should let himself fall into the relationship with Draco, into the one whom he had learned to trust, whom he had learned loved him for who he was. Not because he was the famous Boy who lived.
Draco brought up a hand and gently stroke Harry's cheek, savouring in the soft feeling of the skin.
"Oh, my parents desperately want grandchildren. And because they knew you are strong in magic and mind, they know that you are able to give those children to them." He winked. "Of course with a little help from me."
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Purple and green clouds puffed up from the pot, merging together to a colour Ron couldn't really make out or describe.
He squinted his eyes together. Maybe he would manage it when he breathed enough of the smell produced from the potion boiling in the pot. He really began to feel a little dizzy already.
"'Mione?" he asked hesitantly, looking at the bushy haired girl cutting some spider legs big hairy spider legs into tiny pieces. "Do you really think this will work?"
"Of course this will work. The book says so."
Carefully, Hermione put the chopped legs into the pot and waved at the open book lying safely away on another desk, so that nothing would happen to it. "Harry has been cursed or something we don't know exactly. Because of that we can't make the counter potion or spell, so we have to do something against the wizard who did it in our case, Draco."
Ron snorted distastefully as he thought about the sight he had seen on top of this tower Harry in the arms of the stinking Slytherin. "I think we just should go to Malfoy and beat the bloody shit out of him until he lets go of Harry."
"Ron!"
"What?" Ron looked at the shocked Hermione and shrugged. "Messy, but effectual. And it doesn't stink like this." He waved at the boiling, cloud spitting potion. "I don't trust it."
"It will work, Ron, don't worry." Shaking her head so that her bushy hair flew, she stepped to the book. It was time for the next step.
"It was just luck that he caught Harry in an emotionally unstable moment. After what happened in the last year and all."
Cedric's dead body came to her mind and the shock in Harry's face, the dreamlike state he seemed to have been in after he reappeared, telling everyone that Voldemort was back.
And nobody had believed him, except a few friends of his.
She sighed and wiped away a lonely tear before Ron could see it.
Harry had had such a hard time and now the lies spread from the Daily Prophet
"I will not let you have him, Malfoy." Hermione whispered, ignoring Ron's muttering behind her about how he would let Malfoy suffer for doing this to his best friend. "Harry has suffered enough and I won't let you hurt him."
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Silence.
Harry blinked. Surely he hadn't got this right.
He just thought
"Draco." Roughly Harry pushed Draco's hand away from his face. "I must have zoned out a moment. I just thought you said something of 'Me' having children. But everyone knows that just women can bear children."
"Well, then you have talked with wrong persons, Harry." Draco said, sneering slightly. He lowered his hand and pressed it against Harry's belly. "But we are wizards. And with Magic, even the pregnancy of a male is possible. Why do you think I put this tattoo on your stomach?"
Harry shuddered as Draco's touch produced a warmness that spread out in his body.
"The magic with which this tattoo was formed is very old and very powerful," Julius Malfoy cut in. "My ancestors knew what they were doing when they formed it, knew that there would be members of the family who would fall in love with the same gender."
Isabel nodded, looking gently at the shocked Harry. "And it happened before Draco. My own grandchild is the child of two men. And the whole Wizard World accepts it. You mustn't fear being rejected because of this."
Harry fought to get air back into his lungs. This couldn't happen.
Why was it that, just as he thought nothing worse could happen. Just when he started to accept his former shock something else came along and struck him like a punch to the gut?
He stepped back from Draco, avoiding looking into his eyes.
"Please excuse me. I need to be alone."
Before anyone could say something Harry hurried out of the door.
Draco stood stock still, looking down at his hand.
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"Hmmmmm."
Teeth shimmered in the dim light.
"Do you like it?"
A deep moan was the only answer.
Alex grinned against the damp skin, letting the boy just barely feel his lips as he continued his way down the neck.
A light scent of sweat hung in the air of the little closet from which there were many in this old wondrous castle. And he was certain that there were a lot more passages and out-of-the-way spaces that he hadn't discovered yet.
Perfect places to have a little fun.
Alex looked at the boy, his shirt opened and hanging on to his wrists, sweat letting the skin of his chest glimmering, leaning with his back at the wall.
And the students seem more than willing to follow him into these cramped places.
He didn't know his name and he didn't want to know. All he wanted was a little fun.
The nameless boy let out another moan as Alex started to pull at his trousers, expertly pulling down the zipper.
He grinned again.
And fun he would have.
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The cold air felt good on his face.
Taking a deep breath, Harry leaned against one of the many pillars of the corridor that led to one of the small inner courtyards, of which Hogwarts had so many.
Every time Harry stood in one of these places the most time places were the other students didn't come to Harry had the feeling of the castle being with him, embracing him.
For him it was like Hogwarts was alive, was aware of everything going on in it and on the grounds around it.
Harry took another breath.
And why shouldn't it be? Hogwarts had been building up with magic and magic had been cast in it for centuries, magic had been absorbed from it in these years. Why shouldn't that cause something in these old stones?
Somehow this thought always soothed him. The thought of Hogwarts looking out for the ones who lived and worked in it, protecting them like a mother hen her children.
Sighing Harry pressed his cheek against the warm stone of the pillar.
Here he was safe.
Here he could think.
Feet shuffled behind him on the stone floor.
"Didn't I say that I need to be alone, Draco." Harry sighed. "Don't follow me."
"Sorry, but I'm not Draco."
Surprised Harry turned around. There, just a few feet behind him stood Alexander Lange.
Harry frowned, eyeing the state of the other boy. His long hair hung loose around his face, some strands slightly darker and sticking on his brow. And a slight redness lie on his face.
"Have you been running. Why are you so breathless?"
A satisfied grin appeared on the German's face. "Not really. I just had a little fun in examining your pretty castle." He stepped beside Harry, who continued to frown.
Pretty castle?
As the other boy stood near him the scent of sweat reached his nose. Sweat and something more, something he had smelled just once, when he had entered the room of his uncle and aunt.
A blush spread over his face as it dawned him.
"You were..were¼" he stuttered, not sure which word to use without sounding rude.
Alex raised one eyebrow then he grinned, as he understood what Harry was trying to say. "Yes, I was."
Harry decided not to think about what this new guy had done. After all, it wasn't his concern, and he didn't want to make it his. He had other problems.
He didn't need to seek out new problems, they came to him on their own.
And it didn't have to bother him when some of his fellow students fell for the German.
He returned his gaze to the inner courtyard.
His hope that Alex would leave when he didn't speak with him crumbled as the taller boy stepped beside him, following his gaze. "What a peaceful place. Do you come here a lot?"
Harry shrugged. "Sometimes."
//Go away. I want to be alone.//
Silence spread between them, Harry looking out into the yard and Alex looking at him. The black haired boy could feel the eyes of the other boy on him. It was creepy and he didn't like it.
"Can I help you with something?" Harry asked when he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
Thoughtful Alex continued to look at Harry. "I read the Prophet," he said. Harry's whole body tensed. "But I think the article is nothing but a lie," Alex continued, smiling as Harry turned around, his eyes wide. "I saw you there after the explosion, helping to dig the wounded out of the ruins. This hopeless expression on your face¼"
He raised a hand and slowly his fingers touched Harry's cheek, just barely, featherlike. "And your eyes tell me that you can't be the one responsible for that," he whispered, using both of his hands to cup Harry's face in them. Harry's eyes fluttered and shut.
Alex breath against his face was warm. "Such beautiful eyes."
He shouldn't let this happen. "So beautiful."
He shouldn't.
He wasn't Alex's.
He was
//Draco.//
Harry opened his eyes again and the look in the deep green depths caused Alex to stop, his lips hovering over the ones of the smaller boy.
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Feeling cold inside Draco let himself fall into one of the armchairs.
That he could feel so cold even with the fire heating up the rooms was strange. Maybe it was because Harry wasn't with him anymore?
"Now I have told him everything about the bond."
"Don't worry, Draco. He will come back to you," Isabel said soothingly.
"He loves you."
Draco choked down a laugh. "No, he doesn't love me. He has accepted the bond and me because there is no way out of it for him. But he doesn't love me." His silver eyes turned to the fire. "I had hoped, but " He shook his head. "Maybe it wasn't one of my most brilliant ideas to force the bond on him. Maybe it would have been better to speak to him first."
"It is a little late for that thought. But in that way you come after your Grandfather." Shooting a meaningful look at her husband, who avoided her eyes, Isabel continued. "He, too, forced the bond on me without asking, because he feared I would reject him otherwise."
Draco couldn't help but to smile. The story of how Julius Malfoy had got his wife was one of the many stories he had heard in his childhood. Because of this story he had decided to do the same with his Harry.
His smile faded. The only difference was that Isabel hadn't hated the Malfoy heir, like Harry did. And that Harry returned his kisses didn't mean that he didn't hate him anymore.
"Harry," he murmured.
"Draco," Julius Malfoy's voice tore him out of his thoughts. "Somebody is coming through the fire."
Draco frowned. Through the fire?
He turned his head and really, the flames had begun to change to a green colour. Somebody was using floo powder to reach him.
Carefully Draco stood up. He wondered who would come at him. His parents would send a message before their visit.
The fire cast green light onto his pale face and his hair as he stared into it, curiosity in his eyes.
Then, with a loud pang a figure appeared in the flames, stumbling more than walking out of it. A tall figure, robes torn apart, every visible part of the grey skin covered in dried blood.
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Wenshore?" he called out, taking a step forward. What had happened to him?
The old man tensed as Draco called his name and raised his head.
Gasping Draco froze as broken dull eyes looked at him, without any recognizing in them.
Strangers' eyes.
Dead eyes.
//That can't be.//
Coldness crept up Draco's spine. Warning bells begun to scream at him to do more than just stand there. But all he could do was stare at the broken figure of the man who had served his family for so long.
"Wenshore?" The man who had once been Wenshore moaned, a long and agonized tone escaping his throat. Slowly, as if it cost him more strength than he had, he raised his right hand and the long dagger he held in it.
Isabel Malfoy screamed out in terror. "Draco!"
//So cold.// Draco thought, staring at the raised dagger, on the blade shimmering green in the flames shining on it.
And he couldn't do more than stare as his old servant let out a pained scream and ran at him, the dagger rose to kill him.
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Another cliffhanger, hm?
Hope you like it.
A/N: I have been told that something is odd with chappie 15 so I reposted it. I hope it now looks like it should.
For the once who start with this chappie: I'm sorry that I took so long.
And as award that you had to wait so long: the next chappie is ready and just has to be betaed from my Beta reader. So when you're lucky it will be out by the weekend.
Important Note: In this chapter Draco and Harry will speak shortly about the possibility of MalePregnacy, but this story will have none of it further more. The mentioning in this chapter will be the only time it appears in here. So all who are against it don't worry. There will be no such thing.
Well I hope you don't find to much mistakes. That would be so embarrassing.
Chapter 15
The fire crackled peacefully in the fireplace, creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.
"I can't do it."
"You're not trying hard enough."
Moaning Harry fell back onto the fur before the fire. His head was pounding with an upcoming headache. "I'm doing the best I can."
Draco let out a snort. With narrowed eyes he looked at Harry lying before him on his back. It was a tempting view, but he pushed the thought back.
He had promised Harry to teach him using his mind and he would keep this promise. "No, you're not."
Harry shot him an angry look, which Draco chose to ignore. The black haired boy sighed at silver eyes just looked at him calmly. He turned his eyes away. "Maybe you're right. But it is not so easy."
Draco shared his sigh. "Nobody said it would be easy."
He stood, stretching his body as he did so. He had sat too long to be comfortable. Every muscle was itching, especially in his backside and his legs. "Let us have a break. Something to drink?"
Harry nodded, thankful for the break. They had been here for hours now.
His eyes scanned the room they were in. It was not the same room he had shared with Draco right after he had come to Hogwarts that was certain.
The room they were now in the common room, he suspected was bigger than the one he had slept in. And the furniture was more elegant surely more expensive than he had ever seen before. Even the Gryffindor tower couldn't compete with this and he had been sure there couldn't be better.
Looking around, he knew he had been wrong.
Soft flowing curtains in front of wide windows showing the lake and the grounds, the colour changing every time he looked at them. Once they seemed to be black and in the next second they were more to the dark green side. Carpets covered the floor, so soft than one's feet sunk in, lying on polished wood. A selection of comfy looking armchairs out of warm tan silk stood around an equal couch before the fireplace, now a bit further away, because they had decided to sit on the floor.
Harry stroked the white fur he was lying on. It was a level of softness that he had never experienced before, gliding through his fingers like water.
Draco had told him that it once had been the fur of a unicorn, the pet of his Great Grandfather. Then he had smirked and had added that Harry could be sure that the unicorn had already been dead from a natural death when the fur had been taken from him.
And Harry had wondered shortly if the blond could read his thoughts after all, because in that moment Harry had thought about the curse one would suffer if he drank the blood of a unicorn.
He let out a deep sigh and dropped his hand. His gaze shifted over the walls.
Like everywhere else in Hogwarts, paintings hung on the walls, though not as many as in Gryffindor Tower. In secret, Harry often had asked himself if Dumbledore used the paintings to spy on everybody teachers and students alike.
Slightly frowning, Harry let his eyes shift over the paintings, searching. He really shouldn't think like that, but
There was just one picture with people in it.
Slowly Harry stood up, his gaze never leaving the painting. It was hanging opposite of the fireplace between two of the large windows. Nearly as big as Harry and so wide that he just could touch the sites with the fingers when he stretched out his arms. And from all the paintings it was the one with the most personality.
Harry halted before the painting and stared at it. And the man and woman in it returned his gaze silently.
The man stood behind the woman, one hand lightly on her shoulder, looking at Harry with Draco's silver eyes cold, stern and without any emotion. They were hard like his whole face that betrayed no feelings from the man, though it was noble and handsome, too like one of the old statues that Harry had once seen in a museum, the ones from the old roman senators.
And the woman
Harry swallowed as his eyes met the deep brown ones of the woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before. Even the veelas couldn't compete with her.
Her shimmering brown hair flowed around her face and down over her breast, caressing the deep blue brocade of her dress. Streaks of silver weaved into the cloth, glittering with every elegant movement that she made.
As she smiled Harry felt the heat spreading in his face. "I wish you a good day, Harry," she said in a smooth voice. Harry nodded, not trusting his voice.
The man behind her scowled a little Harry saw the little wrinkles building up on his brow. "You seem to lack of manners, little boy. My wife just greeted you and you stay silent."
She smiled again and laid a hand of the one of her husband, though without adverting her eyes from Harry. "Calm down, love. He is just overwhelmed." Her smile became more mischievous. "Shall I remind you how you reacted when we first met?"
The man looked away and Harry was sure that he noticed a slight tinge of red on his cheeks. But he had been right
He took a step forward and bowed lightly before the pair. "I'm really sorry about my rudeness. I wish you a good day."
Another smile lit up the woman's face. "There is no need to apologize, Harry. But I think we should introduce ourselves, before we continue talking."
Graceful she stood up and for a moment Harry thought she would leave the painting and couldn't stop thinking about what a presence this woman must have had when she had been still alive. Surely she had caught all the eyes of the people when she had entered a room. "I am the Lady Isabel Malfoy. And this." She turned half around and smiled tenderly at the man. "Is my husband Lord Julius Malfoy."
Harry bowed before the ancestors of Draco. "It's a pleasure and an honour to meet you." He wondered how long ago these two had lived. Their clothes spoke of an age long ago. Had the painting been made at that time, too?
Isabel shook her head lightly. "It is our honour to meet the new bonded of our family, Harry. Welcome to the Malfoy family."
"Thanks, Lady¼."
Slender arms slung around him from behind, stealing the words from his lips in surprise. "Greetings, Grandmother, Grandfather," Draco's smooth voice said beside Harry's ear. As he turned his head slightly he saw affection in the silver eyes, with which Draco looked at the painting. "What do you think of my bonded?"
Isabel smiled gently at the pair before her, while as she sat down again. "He is lovely, Draco. I feel glad that you found your lifelong partner." Smiling Draco tightened his hold on Harry.
"I agree with my wife," Julius Malfoy declared, his stern silver eyes on the two boys. "He is a strong wizard and will bring new blood into our family."
Puzzled Harry looked at him.
New blood?
What did he mean by this?
He could feel Draco chuckle behind him. "That he will surely, Sir, though I haven't told him yet that he can."
Now Harry was totally confused. He freed himself from Draco's embrace so that he could look at the blond wonderingly. "What are you talking about?"
A bright grin appeared on the blonds face. "Have you never asked yourself why nobody of my family had a objection against me bonding with a male?"
Harry shook his head and really couldn't suppress a blush spreading over his cheeks. He never had thought that much about their relationship a relationship he just had begun to accept in the way that he knew that there was no way out of it.
And so he never had thought about the result of it either.
They were both male, so
He frowned. "Now that you mention it why weren't your parents against you placing the bond on me? They must have known that it means that you have to chose a woman to make sure your name lives on."
When Draco had to go search and produce the blush returned a child, he surely would leave Harry alone and he could live his own life. Harry fought a grin wanting to surface. The situation wasn't as hopeless as he had thought. He glanced at Draco and felt the familiar warmth spread in him. Though, he would miss the comfort and safety from the Slytherin.
The feeling of him in his mind.
The feel of his arms around him.
The loneliness he felt when Draco wasn't around...
Harry swallowed. This feeling of fear when he hadn't felt Draco anymore.
Suddenly Harry felt regret that he never had learned what it meant to love.
He looked up at Draco, at the handsome face, the beautiful silver eyes that had held dislike towards him for four years and which now were warm and soft with love.
Maybe he should stop asking himself if he was in love.
Maybe he should let himself fall into the relationship with Draco, into the one whom he had learned to trust, whom he had learned loved him for who he was. Not because he was the famous Boy who lived.
Draco brought up a hand and gently stroke Harry's cheek, savouring in the soft feeling of the skin.
"Oh, my parents desperately want grandchildren. And because they knew you are strong in magic and mind, they know that you are able to give those children to them." He winked. "Of course with a little help from me."
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Purple and green clouds puffed up from the pot, merging together to a colour Ron couldn't really make out or describe.
He squinted his eyes together. Maybe he would manage it when he breathed enough of the smell produced from the potion boiling in the pot. He really began to feel a little dizzy already.
"'Mione?" he asked hesitantly, looking at the bushy haired girl cutting some spider legs big hairy spider legs into tiny pieces. "Do you really think this will work?"
"Of course this will work. The book says so."
Carefully, Hermione put the chopped legs into the pot and waved at the open book lying safely away on another desk, so that nothing would happen to it. "Harry has been cursed or something we don't know exactly. Because of that we can't make the counter potion or spell, so we have to do something against the wizard who did it in our case, Draco."
Ron snorted distastefully as he thought about the sight he had seen on top of this tower Harry in the arms of the stinking Slytherin. "I think we just should go to Malfoy and beat the bloody shit out of him until he lets go of Harry."
"Ron!"
"What?" Ron looked at the shocked Hermione and shrugged. "Messy, but effectual. And it doesn't stink like this." He waved at the boiling, cloud spitting potion. "I don't trust it."
"It will work, Ron, don't worry." Shaking her head so that her bushy hair flew, she stepped to the book. It was time for the next step.
"It was just luck that he caught Harry in an emotionally unstable moment. After what happened in the last year and all."
Cedric's dead body came to her mind and the shock in Harry's face, the dreamlike state he seemed to have been in after he reappeared, telling everyone that Voldemort was back.
And nobody had believed him, except a few friends of his.
She sighed and wiped away a lonely tear before Ron could see it.
Harry had had such a hard time and now the lies spread from the Daily Prophet
"I will not let you have him, Malfoy." Hermione whispered, ignoring Ron's muttering behind her about how he would let Malfoy suffer for doing this to his best friend. "Harry has suffered enough and I won't let you hurt him."
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Silence.
Harry blinked. Surely he hadn't got this right.
He just thought
"Draco." Roughly Harry pushed Draco's hand away from his face. "I must have zoned out a moment. I just thought you said something of 'Me' having children. But everyone knows that just women can bear children."
"Well, then you have talked with wrong persons, Harry." Draco said, sneering slightly. He lowered his hand and pressed it against Harry's belly. "But we are wizards. And with Magic, even the pregnancy of a male is possible. Why do you think I put this tattoo on your stomach?"
Harry shuddered as Draco's touch produced a warmness that spread out in his body.
"The magic with which this tattoo was formed is very old and very powerful," Julius Malfoy cut in. "My ancestors knew what they were doing when they formed it, knew that there would be members of the family who would fall in love with the same gender."
Isabel nodded, looking gently at the shocked Harry. "And it happened before Draco. My own grandchild is the child of two men. And the whole Wizard World accepts it. You mustn't fear being rejected because of this."
Harry fought to get air back into his lungs. This couldn't happen.
Why was it that, just as he thought nothing worse could happen. Just when he started to accept his former shock something else came along and struck him like a punch to the gut?
He stepped back from Draco, avoiding looking into his eyes.
"Please excuse me. I need to be alone."
Before anyone could say something Harry hurried out of the door.
Draco stood stock still, looking down at his hand.
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"Hmmmmm."
Teeth shimmered in the dim light.
"Do you like it?"
A deep moan was the only answer.
Alex grinned against the damp skin, letting the boy just barely feel his lips as he continued his way down the neck.
A light scent of sweat hung in the air of the little closet from which there were many in this old wondrous castle. And he was certain that there were a lot more passages and out-of-the-way spaces that he hadn't discovered yet.
Perfect places to have a little fun.
Alex looked at the boy, his shirt opened and hanging on to his wrists, sweat letting the skin of his chest glimmering, leaning with his back at the wall.
And the students seem more than willing to follow him into these cramped places.
He didn't know his name and he didn't want to know. All he wanted was a little fun.
The nameless boy let out another moan as Alex started to pull at his trousers, expertly pulling down the zipper.
He grinned again.
And fun he would have.
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The cold air felt good on his face.
Taking a deep breath, Harry leaned against one of the many pillars of the corridor that led to one of the small inner courtyards, of which Hogwarts had so many.
Every time Harry stood in one of these places the most time places were the other students didn't come to Harry had the feeling of the castle being with him, embracing him.
For him it was like Hogwarts was alive, was aware of everything going on in it and on the grounds around it.
Harry took another breath.
And why shouldn't it be? Hogwarts had been building up with magic and magic had been cast in it for centuries, magic had been absorbed from it in these years. Why shouldn't that cause something in these old stones?
Somehow this thought always soothed him. The thought of Hogwarts looking out for the ones who lived and worked in it, protecting them like a mother hen her children.
Sighing Harry pressed his cheek against the warm stone of the pillar.
Here he was safe.
Here he could think.
Feet shuffled behind him on the stone floor.
"Didn't I say that I need to be alone, Draco." Harry sighed. "Don't follow me."
"Sorry, but I'm not Draco."
Surprised Harry turned around. There, just a few feet behind him stood Alexander Lange.
Harry frowned, eyeing the state of the other boy. His long hair hung loose around his face, some strands slightly darker and sticking on his brow. And a slight redness lie on his face.
"Have you been running. Why are you so breathless?"
A satisfied grin appeared on the German's face. "Not really. I just had a little fun in examining your pretty castle." He stepped beside Harry, who continued to frown.
Pretty castle?
As the other boy stood near him the scent of sweat reached his nose. Sweat and something more, something he had smelled just once, when he had entered the room of his uncle and aunt.
A blush spread over his face as it dawned him.
"You were..were¼" he stuttered, not sure which word to use without sounding rude.
Alex raised one eyebrow then he grinned, as he understood what Harry was trying to say. "Yes, I was."
Harry decided not to think about what this new guy had done. After all, it wasn't his concern, and he didn't want to make it his. He had other problems.
He didn't need to seek out new problems, they came to him on their own.
And it didn't have to bother him when some of his fellow students fell for the German.
He returned his gaze to the inner courtyard.
His hope that Alex would leave when he didn't speak with him crumbled as the taller boy stepped beside him, following his gaze. "What a peaceful place. Do you come here a lot?"
Harry shrugged. "Sometimes."
//Go away. I want to be alone.//
Silence spread between them, Harry looking out into the yard and Alex looking at him. The black haired boy could feel the eyes of the other boy on him. It was creepy and he didn't like it.
"Can I help you with something?" Harry asked when he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
Thoughtful Alex continued to look at Harry. "I read the Prophet," he said. Harry's whole body tensed. "But I think the article is nothing but a lie," Alex continued, smiling as Harry turned around, his eyes wide. "I saw you there after the explosion, helping to dig the wounded out of the ruins. This hopeless expression on your face¼"
He raised a hand and slowly his fingers touched Harry's cheek, just barely, featherlike. "And your eyes tell me that you can't be the one responsible for that," he whispered, using both of his hands to cup Harry's face in them. Harry's eyes fluttered and shut.
Alex breath against his face was warm. "Such beautiful eyes."
He shouldn't let this happen. "So beautiful."
He shouldn't.
He wasn't Alex's.
He was
//Draco.//
Harry opened his eyes again and the look in the deep green depths caused Alex to stop, his lips hovering over the ones of the smaller boy.
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Feeling cold inside Draco let himself fall into one of the armchairs.
That he could feel so cold even with the fire heating up the rooms was strange. Maybe it was because Harry wasn't with him anymore?
"Now I have told him everything about the bond."
"Don't worry, Draco. He will come back to you," Isabel said soothingly.
"He loves you."
Draco choked down a laugh. "No, he doesn't love me. He has accepted the bond and me because there is no way out of it for him. But he doesn't love me." His silver eyes turned to the fire. "I had hoped, but " He shook his head. "Maybe it wasn't one of my most brilliant ideas to force the bond on him. Maybe it would have been better to speak to him first."
"It is a little late for that thought. But in that way you come after your Grandfather." Shooting a meaningful look at her husband, who avoided her eyes, Isabel continued. "He, too, forced the bond on me without asking, because he feared I would reject him otherwise."
Draco couldn't help but to smile. The story of how Julius Malfoy had got his wife was one of the many stories he had heard in his childhood. Because of this story he had decided to do the same with his Harry.
His smile faded. The only difference was that Isabel hadn't hated the Malfoy heir, like Harry did. And that Harry returned his kisses didn't mean that he didn't hate him anymore.
"Harry," he murmured.
"Draco," Julius Malfoy's voice tore him out of his thoughts. "Somebody is coming through the fire."
Draco frowned. Through the fire?
He turned his head and really, the flames had begun to change to a green colour. Somebody was using floo powder to reach him.
Carefully Draco stood up. He wondered who would come at him. His parents would send a message before their visit.
The fire cast green light onto his pale face and his hair as he stared into it, curiosity in his eyes.
Then, with a loud pang a figure appeared in the flames, stumbling more than walking out of it. A tall figure, robes torn apart, every visible part of the grey skin covered in dried blood.
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Wenshore?" he called out, taking a step forward. What had happened to him?
The old man tensed as Draco called his name and raised his head.
Gasping Draco froze as broken dull eyes looked at him, without any recognizing in them.
Strangers' eyes.
Dead eyes.
//That can't be.//
Coldness crept up Draco's spine. Warning bells begun to scream at him to do more than just stand there. But all he could do was stare at the broken figure of the man who had served his family for so long.
"Wenshore?" The man who had once been Wenshore moaned, a long and agonized tone escaping his throat. Slowly, as if it cost him more strength than he had, he raised his right hand and the long dagger he held in it.
Isabel Malfoy screamed out in terror. "Draco!"
//So cold.// Draco thought, staring at the raised dagger, on the blade shimmering green in the flames shining on it.
And he couldn't do more than stare as his old servant let out a pained scream and ran at him, the dagger rose to kill him.
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Another cliffhanger, hm?
Hope you like it.