Compagnons d'âme Soul Mates
Harry discovers a feeling he never intended to have for a certan Draco Malfoy, Love. The war left Draco emotionless. Can Harry show him love, so he can feel again? Comody at some points, some romance. and some smut.Last year at hogwarts. will continue out of Hogwarts as well.
Disclamer:
No, I do not own any of these characters, except for the ones I add to this story. the story line is mine, but the people, and everything leading up to this is J.K. Rowling. this is just how I would like it to come out.
Chapter One: Station Nine and Three Quarters
Mrs. Weasley began to run quicker as The train began to pick up more momentum with Rons owl, Pig. "Ron! RON! dont forget Pig!" she began to yell over the sound of the train, passing her almost 18 year old son his owl in his cage, Pig fluttering madly. Ron blushed and took his pet as he walked back to the last comprtment where Harry and him were sharing for the ride. Harry and I. he said to himself into his head.
Hermione.. Hermione had died in the war, being the crazy witch they all knew, saving Draco Malfoy. Why him? he wondered as his steps became closer to the compartment, Suddenly feeling rather out of place in this happy enviornment.
HE never did anything for us anyways. Ron's thoughts came to a hault as he opened the compartment with his green eyes wizard friend inside. Ron smiled at harry as he set pig down next to him, hearing an insistant hoot of protest, but ignored it.
Harry smiled back at him, but remembering the missing person from their group, his smile fell quick as it came. Ron and Him had not mentioned Hermione since her quaint funeral, leaving all means of complete and utter friendship on Harrys part, and a dead as she was love from Ron's.
Harry had complete respect for Ron because of that, both had never heard Hermione's name since that funeral, but Harry had heard Ron having nightmares every night about when it happened.
the reason she died popped in his head again. Draco Malfoy. and he let his thoughts linger on the grey-blue eyes Slytherin. both were lost in their thoughts they didnt even notice the food trolly enter with the kindly witch asking them what they wanted until Ron's stomach growled rather loud.
They both bought what they wanted and munched quietly, the compartment bathed in utter silence. That is, until a pair of Grey-blue eyes decided to make himself known in the compartment, and opened the door.
Draco Malfoy always made it a point to annoy poor poor Potter and the Weasel with his two cronies, but this year was different. his 'Buddies' turned out to be Voldemorts slaves..
(He himself wanted nothing to do with a dirty halfblood like him) and well, along with parkison, his father, and a little over half of the slytherin population,(the ones out of the school, becides his cronies and parkison) was caught as Death Eaters and killed.
So he was tottaly thrown off this year. Draco decided to actually sit with potter and the weasel, everywhere else was full and everyone else wanted nothing to do with him.
As soon as Draco opened the door he had a sence of Depression, and self Hatred practically leaking out of the room. he shivered. Neither of them stared at him when he entered, nor when he shut the door.
But, Harrys eyes locked on when Draco sat right next to him. Harrys heart seemed to flutter uncontrolabally, As his crush for Draco Lucius Malfoy came and hit him full force.
"Potter.." Draco muttered to him, sort of quiet for even himself.
Harry looked up. Green eyes locked on Grey-blue, as his heart did a little jump.
"yes..Dra-Malfoy?" he cursed himself in his head as he nearly said his name.
"I hope you dont mind, but I'm sitting in this compartment. everywhere else is full." Draco said with his cold tone seeping back into his voice.
"Bloody Hell, if I have to share a compartment with Draco-The-Ferret-Malfoy I might as well go shag Snape!" Ron yelled, breaking the eye contact that Harry and Draco held.
With that being said, Ron exited the compartment with Pig, muttering something about "bloody Death Eater's son's." As the compartment shut, Harry just realized that he was in the compartment. Alone. with Draco Lucius Malfoy. Harry gulped. suddenly, he felt this was going to be a LONG, ride.
When the time came that Hermione would usually say "Change into your robes! we'll be there soon." Harry blushed and turned toward Draco. Draco seemed to be sucked into a rather big book, something he'd expect from Hermione, that he didnt even notice Draco carrying in.
"Malfoy?" Harry said, his voice sounding sort of like a croak of nervousness.
"Yes Harry?" Draco said, not even bothering to look up from the book. But when he just registered he said 'Harry' instead of 'Potter', the book fell from his arms, hitting the ground full force with a loud "thud" of sound.
At once, his once pale aristocratic cheeks filled with red coloring, as if someone was painting it right into his cheeks.
Harry had noticed too, and his tan cheeks looked as if he were sunburnt at this point. "Um, we need to, erm...change into our robes." Harry muttered.
"Oh." Was his only responce. It was silent for a minute, then without warning, Draco began to undress out of his jean and tee-shirt outfit. Harry blushed furiously as he saw the chisled mucles of Dracos back.
he then put the shirt part of his uniform on, then pulled his jeans off, revealing dark green silk boxers. like the color of my eyes.. Harry thought. as he watched him undress, he realized none of his skin was paler than the rest, as he pulled on his pants for the rest of his outfit, then the robe. Draco then just sat down.
Harry fidgeted in his seat as he was nervous to do anything. Draco as it was, was blushing the entire time he undressed and re-dressed, but didnt show it.
"alright, Harry. get on with it." Draco said as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. Harry was trembling like if he was forced to choose between fighting Voldemort again, or letting Draco see him undress.
After about a minute, he made his decision. he pulled out his clothes and stood up, and undid the first button of Dudleys hand-me-down faux silk shirt.
Harry continues to undo the buttons of the shirt, a knot of nervousness making it hard to swallow in his throat. then he slipped it off, letting Draco get a chance to see it without noticing he was doing so.
Harry personally thought that from all the quidditch practices he was still the skinny, 11 year old with no muscle at all he had been before he came to Hogwarts. Harry was wrong.
Harry didnt see it because he was too concintrated on working on undressing, but Draco was staring. Almost drooling.
When he finally did manage to get into his robes, the train made a sudden hault. not like a slow one saying your about to get off, but an all out stop.
Harry fell back right onto the seat, looking at Draco, both sort of at an understanding to what was happening.
Dementors. Again.
Two wands muttered a soft "Lumos" in the dark of the Train, some girls screaming, the Dementors had gotten to them already. Harry wasnt afraid at all, he could handle them well.
Harry's only thought was WHY did they come here in the first place. Harrys eyes strayed over to Draco's to see how he was handling it. he was muttering "damn ferrit.." under his breath.
"Harry?" Draco said, looking at him sort of worried.
"hn?"
"ready?"
"yup." Harry said, as they both charged out of the compartment to find a pack of three or four Dementors surrounding a young girl.
She had chocolate brown eyes, old witch robes on, and bushy hair.
Hermione.
No wonder they never had her body in the casket! in fact, we Ron and I werent even sure if she actually died. it was like a Sirius episode. she went in, Draco came out. never found her.
"Hermione!" he yelled, as he found sort of a new happiness to used to get rid of them.
"Expecto, Patronum!" was yelled, but it did not come from Harrys lips.
Harry would have died of laughter if this werent a bad situation.
Draco's Patronus, was a ferrit.
How ironic.
As small and helpless the little ferrit looked in comparisson to the Dementors, the little bugger could really pack a punch. the Dementors fled, leaving a shaking and possibly passed out Hermione in the tiny corner.
the little Ferrit-like-patronus stopped to hop on Draco's shoulder, nuzzling the pale cheek as if it was real and the pale skinned wizard could feel it, and before it dissapeared it rubbed against Harry's leg, as if it was his owner.
Then it was gone. Harry passed out from surprise and the touch of Draco's raw happy emotion, leaving Draco standing there, muttering "two of the three golden trio passed out on the floor. how wonderful."
When Harry awoke he found that everything around him had become a blur of colors, objects and lights. Harry winced. Where are his glasses? he felt around him, finding he was in a small, but quaint bed, but as his hands went past the bed, it met his glasses held in someone elses hands. Harry grabbed his glasses putting them on. "thanks for tha.." he froze as his vision came to focus and found a pale, perfectly manicured hand owned by Draco.
A blush colored his way onto his cheeks as he looked around, not exactly sure where he was, but the light of the sun from the window said a while. I was out that long? he wondered absently. Yes Potter. dont worry no one stole your fame while you slept. Came a rather cold reply in his head.
Harry looked over to Draco and found his pale lips forming into a smirk. "How the bloody hell did you do that!?" Draco replyed softly, almost in whisper.
"It was my patronus. when he touched you..he decided he knew what he wanted for me. when another persons Patronus touches someones else becides the owner, or any other from of protective magic for someone else other than the caster, it means Compagnons d'âme, Soul mates."
Harry, on the outside, looked like he had just been hit in the face. on the inside, because Draco wasnt listening, he was screaming "YES!", but still thinking everything was happening too fast.
One moment he was on the train, talking to Ron, then this. How long have I been out Draco? he asked in his head. a short reply came, saying A day.
Harry was slightly shocked. He was never aware of not being able to go to the feast at the begining of the year (Except for 2nd year) and he felt saddened slightly.
Harry sat up and was ready to leave, but Draco gave him a look saying Leave-That-Bed-and-both-of-our-arses-are-dead and Harry was slightly amused with it. So he climbed right out of bed.
He didnt realize that was a bad idea. some sort of spell through him forward onto Draco, and on the next bed, landing in a heap of tangled limbs.
"Ow!" Came Harry's voice.
"You dumb git! I tried to tell you, but noooo. The Boy Who Lived can do whatever the bloody hell he wants whenever he wants to!" Draco yelled.
"well it would have helped if-Oh gods!" Harry immedeatly stopped yelling when he noticed their position. Harry lay ontop of Draco, his arms laying casually ontop of his, Draco's knee pressed on his groin, and his doing the same to Draco's, their other legs tangled together, pressed nose to nose.
Harry, out of habat, licked his lips nervously, and went to get up. Draco stopped him immedeatly. "If it happens again in our current position, well, both of us might be in a little of pain.." Draco said as he gestured towards his knee pressing into Harrys groin, and vise versa.
"Even though it'll hurt..I'll risk it." Harry said, and climbed off, sitting up on the bed, Draco doing the same. Harry smiled, thinking to himself, glad that it worked, and he didnt do something...stupid.
"So..how long are we stuck here?" Harry asked, kind of curious.
"Well concidering we are in a locked, warded off room from the rest of the hospital wing and the only people who can come in are Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore, I say a while. Dumbledore said we are not to be 'disturbed' until a certan time. and knowing that old crackpot...who knows." Draco said in a as-a-matter-of-a-factly- tone.
Harry took this as a chance to look around the room. it was a fair sized room, big enough to be Dudley's first and second (his room) bedrooms, which were fairly large. it consisted of two beds, about 5 or 6 feet apart from each other, a small chair and desk inbetween them. on the other side of the room there was three doors. one, which promply had the word labeled 'exit' on it, obviously couldnt be opened from here, and another door that might lead to the bathroom, while the other he had no clue about.
All he could do is talk to Draco Malfoy at lest.
And try not to kiss him.
Gods this is going to be a looong day.
"I lost again! what the bloody hell!?" Draco screamed in frustration as he lost (for the 7th time) at exploding snap.
"Money please!" Harry said grinning as Draco eventually, tossed him a gold gallon, and a little bronze knut. Draco was sort of surprised that Harry and him were getting along so well. one day he was ScarFace, and the next..Harry. Draco didnt really mind, though when he got bored he tried listening to Harrys thoughts while they started playing, but felt a slight push, like a force saying "Get out of there. you know you shouldn't be there." and that, apparantly with the invisible force, was that.
"Wanna play again?" Draco asked, but was inturupted by his betraying body. Draco's stomach growled, rather loudly. Harry smirked, and then muttered Hungry huh Draco? in their connected minds.
"We should probably find some food or something...lets look in those rooms. who knows." Draco said, looking specifically at the last door, farthest from the exit.
That door seemed to utter a seemingly large amount of magic. Draoc knew he could sence magic since he was so young, so he saw a light peach color surrounding the area. House elves. a light peach meant the presence of House Elves, very magical in their own right.
"C'mon Harry!" Draco said as he grabbed Harrys soft, tanned hand with his pale one, pulling him to that door, opening it right up.
There sat in the middle of the room was a beautiful, hand made table by Godric Griffindor, he could tell, Draco had a slight obsession with his work, even though he was supposed to hate anything Griffindor related.
at his own houshold they owned something of Godrics, a small coffee table with chairs. its worth was enough to buy the Malfoy Manor 5 times over and still have so much, and that being a big thing to say because that was the most lavish and large mansion built.
Draco knew how this worked. "Harry, sit at one end of the table, I'll sit here." Draco said as he jestured towards his seat and his own.
When both were confortably seated at the table two house elves popped right up. one, had long hair for a house elf, and little ears poked out. She didnt look like a house elf. the other one was Dobby.
"Harry Potter! how may Dobby be helping you and young Master Draco?" at the sound of the words, Master Draco coming out of Dobbys tiny elf mouth, Harry let out an undignified snort of laughter.
"Sod. Off." were the only words Draco responded with.
"Anyways..we'll have whatever you think's best Dobby." Harry said to the elf with a warm smile.
In less than two seconds, both elves made a small "pop" and came back, two cups of pumpkin juice with two platters of chicken legs, neither burnt nor undercooked, a fair side of peas, a mound of potatoes sitting there looking like it was the best meal ever made. Draco felt himself drooling, and with a quick "thanks" and the sound of the elves apparating back to the kitchens, he ate like he had never eaten before.
Harry watched in complete amusment at him doing that, but he himself ate at a slow pace. Harry thought of being able to be soul mates with Draco, and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine, making him blush slightly at what he'd do to him. but now wasnt the time to think about it. didnt need to get all hot and bothered at the table.
Dinner was a very quiet affair, for some reason from all the years of being used to utter silence at Malfoy Manor, the silence was unconfortable.
Far away, a long haired blond laughed evily as he planned his takeover.
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