Title: Bonded
Author: Dark lil Draco
Rating: R (slash, fluff, lemon, language, REALLY bad spelling)
Pairing: Draco/Harry Ginny/Dean Ron/Hermione
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. I have changed some stuff in this fic. and just so you know, I will re-post everything but company calls epilogue did use to own it. She give it up to me and I have proof.
Summary:(7th yr) Harry goes through a really rough breakup with his girlfriend and then what could be worse then being bounded to some one you hate? Will his bonded help him out or will he push himself to make Harry as miserable as possible? Harry/Draco
Chapter 5. Maybe You'll be Sorry
PREVIOUSLY...
Harry Potter awoke sharply, he was hot and sweaty and incredibly hard. He looked around, confused as to where he was. He was alone in his bedroom, the sheets stuck to his skin and a boner that would have to be dealt with before he could sleep again.
...
Harry groaned. He hated jacking off. Well, no, he didn't. What teenage boy hated it? But he hated it when it was all he had. He did a simple cleaning spell and snuggled back into the blankets which had been magically dried and were warm and cozy.
Two seconds before Harry could fall asleep he remembered that he was in the common room when he had fallen asleep. The only way for him to get from there to there was 1. He was sleep walking, which he sometimes did according to Ron. Or 2...Draco Malfoy had carried him to his bed. At the foot of the bed he saw a paper and quickly picked it up.
Dear Potter,
You were so damn tired that probably the only way for me to wake you up was to use a unforgivable on you, but seeing as you did help me out a few nights back, I thought I would repay the favor. So don't get use to it.
Your bonded,
Draco Malfoy
P.S. No matter how many times you deny it. You look so damn cute when you sleep.
Harry sighed and before he was about to lay back down he saw that there was more then one piece of parchment. When he looked at it, it was his Potions homework already done for him.
As he drifted off he half prayed that he would have no more dreams of Malfoy, and he half
prayed that he would only dream of Malfoy. He was a very confused boy.
The next morning he couldn't even look Draco in the eye. He blushed bright red when he ran into him in the bathroom and mumbled a hurried excuse and thank you before he fled. Draco had only smirked at him.
Harry didn't understand why he was dreaming about Malfoy, and why he liked it. He didn't understand at all. He tried to remember all the dirty things Malfoy had done to him, the awful things he had said. But somehow all he could do was discount them, and tell himself that Draco was a changed person. That he wasn't like that anymore.
Chapter Five: Maybe You'll Be Sorry
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, talking lightly with his fellow classmates, when a small owl flew down to him and dropped a letter on his food. He picked up the parchment and wiped the maple syrup off it. It read:
Draco-
I need you and Harry to come to my office after breakfast for a quick conversation.
Your Headmaster,
Dumbledore
Draco looked across the Great Hall and saw Harry reading a similar letter. He shrugged. He didn't know what it was all about, but he wasn't worried about it or anything.
After Harry finished eating, he excused himself from Ginny and Dean and left the Great Hall, heading for the Headmaster's office. Halfway down the hallway, Draco caught up to him.
"Any idea what this is about now?" Harry asked him.
Draco shrugged, "Nope."
After those brief words, they walked in silence. They may not be at each other's throats anymore, but they were far from being friends. Putting it in simple terms, they tolerated each other, but that was about it.
Harry knocked on the portrait where the gargoyle led them to and it swung open. Dumbledore was seated behind his large mahogany desk.
"Please, have a seat boys," he greeted them. "Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Pumpkin Juice?"
The two boys politely declined, and sat back waiting for the older wizard to begin speaking.
"We need to have a conversation about your future. It was brought to light that this bond is indeed not temporary, due the fact that Mr. Malfoy has been aware of the pairing for quite some
time." He paused and took a sip of the tea in front of him. "We need to discuss how this effects both you, Harry, Draco. This is quite a different situation now, it being a permanent bond and everything. How much do you know about permanent bonds, Harry? Draco, I'm assuming you have been informed by your parents." Draco grimaced, showing that he had, in fact, been told all the details. Harry however, looked somewhat lost.
"Sir, I don't really know much about it, except what I read in the library. I know that we are soul mates, and I know we 'need each other' but I don't know what that means exactly." He said honestly.
Draco snickered and Harry shot him a death glare.
"Well, you are correct, you do need each other, and what that means, in the case of a permanent bond, is you need sufficient physical contact at least every 48 hours. I am aware that you are not the best of friends that Hogwarts has ever had, but I trust you will be able to make something work."
"So we just have to, like, touch?" Harry asked.
"That would be the easiest way to satisfy the bond, but you can also partake in any sort of meaningful conversation, so long as it brings you two closer, mentally. That may not be the easiest thing to do, in the beginning." Dumbledore paused and for once did not quite meet their eyes. "Now I have to ask you boys, and you understand why, I'm sure, but exactly what is your sexual orientation?"
Homosexuality was not regarded as anything out of the ordinary in the wizarding world, given that you could marry completely different species, gender was not made out to be that big of a deal. That didn't however, mean that it embarrassed the two boys any less.
Harry felt the blood rise to his face; this was the point where Draco would find out the truth. Or at least part of it. He was shocked though, to find that Draco did not burst out indignantly that he was completely heterosexual. There was an awkward silence and no one spoke. Finally Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Well, the silence and your blushing tells me that the contact may not always be limited to verbal and platonic." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in a way that made Harry fidget even more in his seat.
"For now, then," Dumbledore continued, "You will live in the tower together for the remainder of the year, and when summer holidays come, we will come up with a new plan. You may go to class now, I will owl your teachers to let them know why you were tardy. Have a nice morning." Dumbledore smiled warmly as his students stood awkwardly and left.
Harry had transfiguration, while Draco had herbology, and so before the two parted ways Draco put his hand on Harry's shoulder when Harry turned to leave.
Harry turned around and then quickly took a step back when he saw how close he was to Draco. When Draco didn't say anything harry started to get annoyed.
"Well, what did you want." He asked, sounding more harsh then he meant to. Harry felt a little bad about it when he saw a hurt look in Draco's eyes, but then they turned back to normal, and Draco quickly looked away.
"Nothing, never mind." Draco turned to leave but before he turned the corner he turned back to Harry once again. "C ya later, Harry." Then he was gone.
Harry was a bit surprised that Draco even said goodbye to him, but before he could dwell on it for to long he quickly made his way down the corridors to his transfiguration class and slipped inside, sitting next to Dean and pulling out his quill and parchment. As he began to take notes about the spell they would be using in the class for today, Dean leaned over to question him.
"Where were you?"
"Talking to Dumbledore."
"Why? About what? Anything to do with Hermione?" He pressed.
"No. Just about Malfoy and the linkling shit."
"Oh." With that Dean shut up and hurridly scribbled down his own notes. McGonagall demonstrated the transfiguration twice, changing her pillow into an Iguana, and then back to a pillow. After that, they were on their own to try to change their pillows.
After several times, Harry had a green scaly pillow and Dean had an Iguana that was polka dotted at had a white ruffle down it's back and buttons for eyes. Needless to say, they spent the better part of the class mastering this transfiguration. Harry couldn't figure out why though, he wasn't sure how transforming a pillow to a lizard was ever going to aide him further in his life. Either way, he did it eventually.
Near the end of class when McGonagall was checking his progress next. He lifted and dropped his wand three times and said. "Ireguano." And for the first person and his first time he got the Iguana correctly and McGonagall gave him full marks for the day. Hermione however couldn't even get scales on her pillow and McGonagall gave her a long lecture about falling behind in the class but she didn't care. Through most of the class, her and Ron were playing a tounge war, and didn't pay attention to a thing McGonagall said, so why start now?
That night Harry skipped dinner, opting to go down to the kitchens himself and get a tray. While this was not technically, "allowed", but the house elves were always falling over themselves backwards to please anyone they met, so it wasn't ever a problem to get a bit of food.
He ate in the tower, immersed in a book chronically many of the Quidditch stars of the century. The pictures were by far the best part, all in color and zooming around the pages.
He lost track of time and wound up reading, curled up by the fire, until late into the night. He was disturbed however, when Draco came stumbling in, once more. He was drunk again.
"Dammit Malfoy, I'm starting to think you're a bloody alcoholic." He said, half smirking and half smiling. But when he met Draco's eyes, something was different from the last time.
He wasn't giggling, he wasn't falling and laughing; he certainly wasn't confessing attraction to Harry. He just looked sad. Harry frowned, confused by the other boy.
"Are you okay?" he asked somewhat timidly. He stood up, meaning to go help Draco. He reached Draco and half-helped him to the couch where Draco flopped down and hiccuped a couple of times. Then Harry returned to his curled up nook in the armchair. "Draco?"
Draco made no attempt at a response as the hiccups faded, but his eyes reflected a sort of sorrow that can only come from deep inside someone. A pain that wasn't caused by someone else, but by his own emotions, betraying everything he sought to uphold.
"Draco?" he tried again, more pressing this time.
"Oi! Malfoy!" he called loudly. Draco lifted his head at the shout and met Harry's eyes. His gaze was so intense that Harry had to look away. He focused on the flames and Draco finally spoke.
"I have a question, Potter."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any idea what it's like to want something you can't ever have?"
"I guess, who doesn't know the feeling."
"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about love. I'm talking about loving someone who won't ever love you back, someone who can't. Because "someone" won't ever get over the past, and look at the new person, not who I used to be."
"Who you used to be?" Harry questioned, catching Draco's slip.
Draco sighed, "Who a hypothetical person used to be."
"Who did you used to be, Draco?" Harry questioned softly.
"I used to be a horrible person.. I did things I don't even want to think about, let alone speak out loud. I did things I'm so ashamed of. And I would give anything to take some of it back." Draco avoided eye contact, he stared blankly at the carpet, his eyes empty of anything except pain.
"But who are you now?"
"I'm different. I swear. I wouldn't ever do or say or think the same way as I did two years ago. I know now, I know the truth, I know right from wrong. I know dark from light. I know good from evil. I met 'evil'. I saw how it ruins lives. I saw it all. And I'm different now, because of it."
"I know you are." Harry moved to sit on the couch with Draco, though at his respective end.
"NO! No you don't know. You don't know, you say you do, but you don't believe me! I will always be the stupid arrogant death eater in training to you. Well I'm not anymore. I did the training, I did it all, and I regret it more than anything, but it's too late now. And because its too late, you won't ever believe that I'm really a different person."
Harry reached over and rolled Draco's sleeve up. He swallowed his gasp as he saw the dark mark burned into Draco's arm. He touched it lightly with two fingers, and Draco yanked his arm back.
"Don't touch it. It's disgusting. It's revolting, its repulsive, filthy, it's everything I'm not."
"I know..."
"No." His voice cracked. "No you don't." A single tear traced a thin trail down his pale cheek. Harry reached up and brushed it aside.
Without thinking, he lowered his lips to Draco's and kissed him gently, his hand stayed up at his face, cradling Draco's cheek in his palm. After several seconds, Harry pulled back and looked at Draco, afraid of what he would see.
But just in his dream, all he saw was no more than lust, desire, and a bit of something that cant be explained.
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I want to thank all of you who reviewed and say SHAME ON YOU if you didn't. Here's some answers for the ones who had comments, questions and just some things that I wanted to answer.
Slash-Lover: "Patients is a virtue. lol... They will get together soon enough. Harry just needs some time to get himself worked out."
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Fefs: "I hope your sanity stays intact cause there will be many more of very nice Draco scenes in this fic, and I don't want to lose a great reviewer. Maybe I should warn people about my evil ways before they read my fics. lol...and don't worry about the long reviews. I LOVE them. Its so sad to get a review that only says to 'update soon' sigh Thanks so much for the review and I hope you liked the last chapter, c ya."
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Nuavarion: "I thought that the homework was a nice touch. And you'll be surprised at how mean Harry can get when he is angry and confused with himself. sigh I hope you liked the last chapter, c ya."
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