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A/N. Wow. That was a long, long chapter. I've been up till midnight for about a week straight to get it written, so you should feel guilty if you don't review…

"HARRY!" Harry was jerked out of a light sleep by his name being called.

"I'm awake…" He said, pulling himself up into consciousness. He let his eyes open up, and jumped when they were met with two silver ones. Those eyes were pretty… No, scratch that, 'pretty' didn't even begin to describe the shimmering orbs of emotion that were those eyes…

"Are you all right Harry?" said a worried voice. Harry shook himself finally waking up all the way. And realizing whose eyes he'd been analyzing.

"Sorry." He said quickly.

"It's all right… Just a little strange having you stare at me like that… Anyways, the weasel leader says it's time for dinner, and I flat out refuse to go down there alone," Draco said, flinching. That certainly came out wrong.

"Ok." Harry eased himself out of bed, grimacing as he felt the bond that had been forged between Draco and himself. He had been hoping that he'd imagined it. Definitely not.

"Draco we need to talk. Later though. Mrs.Weasley will start to get worried about me if I don't show up soon." Draco cocked his eyebrow in curiosity, and Harry felt, his stomach clenching with tension as he acknowledged it, Draco's questioning piercing into his head.

"Whatever…" Harry headed out of the room, and started down the stairs, Malfoy trailing along behind.

"There you are Harry," Mrs.Weasley said, bustling Harry into the kitchen and gently pushing him down into his seat.

Harry felt tears stinging at his eyes as he realized who, just last year, had sat across from him at this very table. But he mustn't cry. Malfoy was watching, and he couldn't cry in front of Malfoy. But Sirius… Not now.

"How's it going Harry?" asked a benevolent, yet worried voice.

"Fine Ron," Harry answered, struggling to keep the bite from his voice.

"I'm worried about you. So's Hermione and everyone else," Ron said.

"Really, I'm ok," Harry lied again. He was about to say something about just being needing time to adjust, when his whole head was over-flown with a rush fear and defiance. Except for they weren't his emotions. What the hell? He thought urgently. What was happening? Then it hit him.

Draco. Those were Draco's emotions. Harry shut his eyes, trying to block out the foreign feelings. This must be one of the after effects of the legimancy. So far, it was the second. effect he had found. Harry was able to feel when Draco got with about twenty feet of him, and now he could sense the other boy's emotions. Joy.

But that wasn't the matter at hand. Draco was in trouble, and Harry had to get to him. That part was obvious. How, was the more pertinent question.

"Ron, I just realized I left Malfoy up in my room alone. I don't trust him up there with our stuff," Harry said hopefully, thinking that it was a story that Ron would go for. The redhead glanced curiously up and down the table, as if looking for someone.

"I could have sworn he came down with you… Oh well. I guess your right. We should go bring him down here," Ron said thoughtfully. Harry felt another painful blast of fear, followed by another hit of defiance.

"That's ok, you stay here, I'll be back down quick," Harry said, his words slurring at the end as the emotions grew stronger.

Harry leapt up from his seat, and practically sprinted up the stairs. Harry rushed into his room, collapsing on his bed, squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating on all emotions that weren't his. He had to find Draco. Quickly.

-

Draco had followed Harry down the stairs, not quite sure what to expect when he was met with the Weasley's again. There was one thing that he had not expected, and it had happened.

He had felt the tingle of magic behind them, and the next thing he knew, he was on his back and unable to make a sound. He remained calm, as he had been trained, and snatched his wand out of his pocket. But he couldn't speak to get out a spell.

"Malfoy," That was Fred Weasley's voice. He'd heard it often enough to recognize it. Spinning around on one foot, Draco searched his surroundings for the source. Where was Harry? The thought spun through his head, but he could only assume that the silencing spell that held his voice had also kept his fall unknown. There was only one logical thing to do, and that was to go find Harry. The twins had probably thought that it would be amusing to see Draco go to dinner without his voice. They were probably right.

"Oh no you don't!" Said… It was George this time, and the Weasley's finally deemed it time too show themselves.

"Fred and I would like to ask you some questions… Without Harry present to answer for you," George's voice said that there were some things besides 'question' that they would like to do to the young Malfoy.

"If you'd be so kind as to come with us?" It wasn't like Draco had much of a choice, so he followed the twins back up the stairs, not really sure what was going to happen to him. He felt a wand jab into his back, and started to get a little nervous about all of this. What was going to happen to him? He knew from their pranking skills that the Weasley twins were actually fairly powerful wizards. Not as powerful as himself, but in his current position, there wasn't much he could do in the way of defense.

He was shoved unceremoniously into a room that he hadn't noticed last time he had been down the hall.

"In you go…" Draco finally had a chance to see the expression on his captor's faces. His nervousness was starting to develop into fear. The twin's eyes were shining with the anger of Draco's previous faults.

Draco was still holding his wand out, if only for comfort.

"Well we can't have that," said Fred, pulling Draco's wand out of his grasp. Both twins both casually brandished their wands, as if to remind Draco of his helplessness.

Malfoy felt a flood of fear wash through his mind. They had wands, he didn't. Draco could never be afraid if he had his wand, but now he didn't. And he was scared. But that didn't mean he was going to let them know that.

Draco put on a smirk, and prepared to play for as much time as he could get with out speaking.

-

Harry got out his wand, and gathered his magic, concentrated on the bond that he was starting to recognize as Draco.

"Here goes nothing," He whispered to himself, then, louder, "Point me!" And significantly more than nothing happened. Harry was washed away in a wave of emotions, and then his vision blurred for a second, and was replaced with a quick sequence of pictures: The Weasley Twins advancing on him, wands drawn; Going up the stairs, unable to speak; being led into a room he'd never seen before…..

Harry jerked himself out of his trance. He had seen that room before. And Draco was in it, apparently having been attacked by the Weasley twins.

"I'm coming, Draco," Harry whispered, and rushed off in the direction of the room he now knew his friend to be.

-

Draco was reaching the end of his time limit. He had smirked, stomped on their feet, spit on them, kicked them, and was running out of options. Someone had to find him soon, or two advanced wizards were about to take out five, going on six, years of anger out on him. At this point, the young boy's future wasn't looking very bright.

"You can't stall any longer, you know," Said Fred, who had been quite incensed about the spitting incident.

"Fred is right. We're going to have our way with you regardless of whatever you do," George continued his voice light. Draco sneered out of pure habit. They were right though. Unless by some miracle someone rescued him, he didn't stand much of a chance.

"I'd say it's about time that we asked you the questions we dragged you all the way up here for…" The sentence trailed off ominously.

Both twins, in total sync, twirled their wands around three times, then leveled them at Draco, still sneered, but barely. His captors had identical half-smiles on their faces.

"Yes, it's definitely time." Stated George. Their mouths opened to speak some spell. Draco's smirk flew off his face like a squirrel flys between trees. They were serious. Probably for the first time in their lives, the twins were serious, and they were going to hurt him. Badly.

But then, like a gift from the heavens, the door flew open, and Harry burst in. Draco could have died from relief. He was saved.

"Don't hurt him!" Harry cried out, aiming his wand at the two Weasley's.

"Relax Harry," One of the twins said, (Draco wasn't up to telling them apart), there was a moment of silence as everyone present regained composure, but Draco was quickest, having practiced this sort of thin. He sauntered over to Harry, who smiled quickly at him.

"Were they trying to hurt you?" Draco didn't even try to answer. Instead, he smiled a cold smile at Harry, who looked affronted, and also sort of hurt. Apparently he had expected to be thanked at least for saving Draco.

"Aren't you going to thank me or something?" Harry asked, his voice showing tinges of anger.

Draco continued to stare insolently off into space.

"What's your problem! I rescue you and all you can do is stare! Don't suppose thanking me ever came into your mind?"

But by then, the Weasley's couldn't help by laugh.

"All he can do is stare," Fred snorted. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked suspiciously.

"I mean, it's a silencing charm. He can't talk," George said, still snickering.

"A silencing charm?" Harry yelled, "What were you planning on doing to him?" As an after thought, he pointed his wand at Draco, muttering the counter-curse.

"Thank you Harry," He said, completely composed. "And did you ask what they were doing to me? As I recall, they were planning on 'asking me some questions'. And they were planning to use their wands to speed up the process." The Weasley's eyes widened in shock. They knew what Harry's temper could do.

"You KIDNAPPED Draco! How COULD YOU!" Harry screamed. Draco took a step back, having never heard Harry at his worst.

"Calm down Harry…" Draco said, touching Harry's wrist gently.

And to the shock of everyone present, Harry did calm down. No one had ever yet been able to curb Harry's temper when it was building. And yet Draco Malfoy had done it, with a touch and a word. That brought Draco a couple of notches in the minds of the Weasley twins.

Harry took a deep breath. "Fred, George. Draco and I are going up to his rooms. Perhaps two should go down to dinner and explain where you were to your mother," the twins, obviously afraid of setting off Harry's temper again, quickly walked out of the room, and a couple of seconds later, Harry heard the sound of feet on steps.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Harry asked softly.

"Positive," Draco said firmly, "They didn't have time to do anything to me. You showed up first," There was a note of fond affection in Draco's normally cold voice.

"Draco… About my finding you. There's something I've got to tell you," Harry's voice was nervous, tentative.

"What?" The blonde prompted.

"When we did the legimancy, something… Happened," Draco's look asked for a more detailed explanation. "Well, it seems that some sort of bond was made between us. Umm… I can sense your emotions. And where you are at the time," Harry looked up at Draco hopefully, as if he expected Draco to be angry.

"Wow…" Just wow. Draco wasn't angry at being bonded to his arch-enemy. On the contrary, the blonde's face was developing into a devious smile.

"I'll bet that could be useful at times," Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"You mean you're not mad?"

Malfoy laughed. "Why would I be mad? It was my fault we had to do the legimancy in the first place. Like I said, this could be a good thing. It definitely came in handy just now. Who know what might have happened to me if you hadn't showed up when you did." There were notes of fear in Draco's voice, but it remained steady.

"I felt your fear. I had to come to you." Harry smiled, taking the other boy's hand and pulling softly. "Come one," He said, "Let's get you up to your room before anything else happened."

Draco followed, thinking how wonderful it felt to have Harry's hand around his. It didn't even occur to the young Malfoy the implications of that thought, he just knew that he liked how it felt and that was all that mattered.

Perhaps the rest of the summer wouldn't be as bad as he'd first predicted.

A/N There it was, chapter 11. Review, won't you?