1Title: Bonded

Author: Dark lil Draco

Rating: R (slash, fluff, lemon, language, REALLY bad spelling)

Summary: In his 7th year, Harry goes through a really rough breakup with his girlfriend and then what could be worse then being bounded to someone you hate? Will his bonded help him out, or will he push himself to make Harry as miserable as possible? Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything, which is related to Hogwarts, or J. K. Rowling's world. I changed some stuff in this fic, but Company Calls Epilogue did use to own it. She give it up to me and I have proof.

Yes, I will be reposting everything, just because I have changed a few things here, and there, but not much at all. Hope you like it.

I want to thank my New friend and Beta, Nuavarion. She has helped me so much in my grammar and spelling. Those of you who have read this fic before, then you know how bad it used to be. THANK YOU!

Warning: slash, fluff, language, and maybe some others that new escape me, but will be up sooner rather then later.

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Chapter 6: Just Lay With Me Tonight

PREVIOUSLY...

Harry reached over, and rolled Draco's sleeve up. He swallowed his gasp as he saw the dark mark burned into Draco's arm, and raised startled eyes to Draco. Returning his gaze to Draco's arm, he touched it lightly with two fingers, and Draco yanked his arm back.

"Don't touch it." Draco hissed. "It's disgusting. It's revolting, its repulsive, filthy, it's everything I'm not."

"I know," Harry said softly, before diverting his gaze.

"No" Draco said quickly, and his voice cracked. "No, you don't." A single tear traced a thin trail down his pale cheek, and 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 the Slytherin's face, as he 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 as in his dream, all he saw was no more than lust, desire, and a bit of something that he couldn't explained.

Chapter Six: I'll Lay Me Down Tonight

Harry pulled his head back away, and looked at the floor. He wasn't sure what came over him, or what possessed him to kiss Draco. He honestly had no logic behind his actions. When he ended the kiss, he was dreading the moment when Draco would make him explain. Because he had no explanation. No reasoning, just that he wanted to, and something told him it was the right thing to do, considering the circumstances.

"I shouldn't have done that," Harry whispered quietly, refusing the meet Draco's eyes.

Draco didn't say anything for several awkward seconds, and then he laughed lightly. "That such a cliché thing to say," he said, in an explanation for his laughter.

Harry blushed. "I know, but it's true. I shouldn't have."

"And why not?" Draco asked curiously, looking over at Harry.

"Because I should have been listening, not taking advantage of the fact that you were weak and needed—wait! Why not? Because you hate me! That's why not! Because now you are going to tell the entire school that I am gay and that I tried to hit on you! That's why not!" Harry spoke fast, his voice rising with panic and frustration with every syllable he spoke. "Why would you care if you ruined my life just a bit more?" Harry asked quietly, afraid to hear the answer.

"Because I don't hate you." Draci saud softly.

"Yes," Harry said firmly." You do."

"No. I really don't." With that, Draco reached for Harry's hand, in a manner that could only be described as shy. Harry looked down at their linked fingers, and smiled slightly.

"You don't?" Harry asked, not yet believing Draco was telling him the truth.

"I don't," Draco confirmed.

"You mean, you didn't hate me, even before I kissed you," Harry reasoned. "And you don't hate me now?"

"Not in the slightest," Draco said, smiling slightly.

"Well," Harry said, as he flushed around his ears and cheeks. "What does that mean?"

"What do you mean, 'what does that mean'?" Draco asked, fully knowing what the other boy was trying to ask.

"You know," Harry said nervously. "What does everything mean?"

"No, really, I don't know." Draco's voice had a slightly joking tone about it, and Harry figured then that he was just trying to embarrass him.

"I mean," Harry said, and sighed in exasperation. "What does the kiss mean? What does you not hating me, mean? What does our bonding mean? What do I do tomorrow when I see you?"

Harry looked directly into Draco's eyes, and after he finished speaking, Draco took a long breath.

"You understand that I am still slightly drunk," he said as a warning.

"I know, but does that mean you'll lie to me, because you're drunk, or does it mean that you will be honest, because you're drunk?" Harry asked, looking at him uncertainly.

Draco looked slightly hurt at that question. "Honest Harry. I've always been honest with you. Well..."he trailed off, and smirked. "That is to say, after the bonded was complete. I don't think I could lie to you, even if I wanted to."

"Okay. So, will you answer my question? Err... well, questions actually." Harry said, and blushed slightly.

Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair, and looked up at the ceiling briefly, and then nodded. "The kiss was nice, I liked it. You already know I don't hate you, and now, I'm going to tell you that it's more than that, deeper than just not hating you, and tomorrow? Tomorrow, I want you to kiss me again, and I want to be able to kiss you again, like this." As he finished speaking, Harry realized that he had been moving slowly closer. Draco leaned in, and closed the last few inches between them.

Harry felt Draco's lips sink down onto his own, and he moaned, in spite of himself. He reached his hand around to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Draco tasted like vanilla and whiskey, and it was the most intoxicating experience Harry had ever felt. He gently bit Draco's lip, causing the blonde boy to shudder, and lean into his embrace. Harry leaned back onto the couch, bringing Draco with him, and soon found himself underneath Draco, with Draco kissing trails down Harry's neck.

Harry shivered as Draco traced his tongue up to his right ear. It was when he shuddered, and squirmed against the body on top of him, that he first felt Draco's erection pressed up against his. The simple contact caused Draco's arms, which had previously been supporting him, to give out, and he dropped down onto Harry, kissing him again frantically. Harry pushed his hips upward, and groaned as his senses were over come by the sensation of sparks shooting throughout his body from his groin, and all the way to his fingers and toes.

Harry grinned as he felt warm fingers move under his shirt, and begin to caress his stomach, and chest. He leaned forward long enough to let Draco to lift his shirt over his head, and then watched Draco remove his own. Harry was in heaven.

"Mmm, Harry?" Draco stopped kissing him long enough to manage a small sentence.

Harry's reply came between ragged breaths, "Yeah, what?"

"As much as I love this, do you really think the couch is the right place to be?" Draco asked sheepishly.

Harry moaned as Draco continued to assault his abs with his tongue. "I, I guess not, " he said with a gasp.

"Where do you think we should go?" Draco asked, his question broken slightly, as he continued to trail his tongue over Harry's chest.

"Do you want to go up to my room?" Harry asked seductively, yet jokingly.

"Yeah," Draco said softly, startling Harry a bit. "Yeah I do." Draco sat up, still straddling him, and Harry closed his eyes at the friction between his crotch and Draco's.

The two teens rose, and made their way upstairs. "Draco?" Harry started, feeling nervous.
"Yeah?" Draco asked, looking at Harry curiously, sensing his nervousness.

"Um," he stammered nervously. "I'm a virgin." Harry blushed, "Well—no, that's not what I meant, I'm not a virgin, just, I'm this kind of virgin. You know?"

Draco laughed as Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing his arousal into him, and he turned in Harry's arms. "I know what you mean," he said, as he skillfully undid Harry's jeans and let them drop to the ground.

"Are you this kind of virgin?" Harry asked curiously while he rid Draco of his pants as well. Once they were both down to boxers, Harry backed them up, and then, onto the bed. He looked down at Draco, who was blushing.

"Well, in a word," he stalled. "No."

"You're not?" Harry asked, he had expected this, but it was still surprising to hear Draco admit it.

"Err, well no. I'm no kind of virgin," he said shyly

"That's interesting." Harry said, laughing at how uncomfortable Draco was steadily becoming. "I don't want to be this kind of virgin any more, Draco," he informed the boy underneath him.

"Really?" Draco asked.

"Really," Harry said firmly, and took a deep breath before continuing. "And I want to do it with you, but not tonight. Not while you are still drunk."

While Draco did look a little disappointed he still looked extremely happy that Harry had yet to reject him. "I understand," he said softly, lowering his gaze.

"I just," Harry begam, trying to get Draco to see it from his point of view. "I want it to be special. You know?"

"Yeah," Draco said, nodding slowly. "I know."

"Besides, it's a little after two in the morning," Harry said softly. "And we still have classes tomorrow."

Draco only yawned in response, and blinked his eyes a couple of times, and after a few moments,"Can we just go to sleep already?"

Harry smiled gently at how cute draco looked when he was sleepy. "Sounds good," he said softly, and they crawled up to the head of the bed, and pulled back the blankets. That night, for the first time, Harry fell asleep wrappen in Draco's cozy embrace.

That's all for this chapter folks.