The Troubled Prince
Rating: M for later chapters
Genre: Romance/Drama
DISCLAIMER: I own none of J. K. Rowling's characters or plot lines. If I did … SWEATY NIGHT!
When Madame Pompfrey walked into Harry's room of the Hospital Wing, as the door leading in said, she saw Harry at a desk in the back. She marveled over Hermione's magic as she heard running water, signaling that Draco was taking a shower. She left a tray of potion bottles, with a note for Draco to take them after breakfast, which was on a small table, warming charms on the plates. She left quickly as the water shut off.
After Draco had finished dressing, he sat at the desk to do his homework, anything to keep his mind off of the near nude Harry behind him. When Harry finished dressing, he placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, signaling that it was okay. Harry's hair was still dripping wet when he sat at the small table for breakfast, Draco sitting to his right. They ate in silence, finishing slowly. Harry sat on the bed, staring out the window and spoke for the first time since last night as Draco downed the last of his potions.
"What does this mean for me?"
"You are my mate. We are perfect for each other; body, mind, and soul."
"My soul mate?"
"In Muggle terms."
Harry sat quietly against the wall, his face in his hands. He felt the air warm as Draco knelt before him, grasping his hand. Without realizing it, Harry tapped into his wandless magic and levitated the majority of the furniture. Harry gasped and caused everything to fall as he felt an incredible rush of emotions that were no where near what he was feeling. He felt an unbelievable sense of love and longing. Before Harry could even think it, he heard Draco's voice in his head.
'It's only when we touch for not. When, and if, we bond, it'll always be there.'
"What happens if we don't "bond"?"
"Not much. I'll slowly go insane until I pass away, probably within a year."
Harry stood and threw his robes over his clothes. He flicked his wand at the large window twice. The first opened the window, but the second seemed to have no purpose.
"Give me a while." Harry walked towards the window, throwing himself out of it. He pulled his arms and legs close, increasing his speed as he fell to the ground. In the last minute, he pulled himself up, spreading his legs as his broom settled between them. He abruptly changed direction, heading towards his childhood "home".
As he descended out of the clouds, Harry cast an invisibility charm on himself and his broom, not wanting to be seen by the Muggles. He landed in a small park near Privet Drive where he had spent most of the summer before his fifth year. Both of the swings were broken, probably by Dudley, which Harry fixed with a wave of his wand. He sat on one, slowly pushing himself back and forth.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I don't see any other choice. I can't let him suffer." Harry grabbed his broom and focused his magic, pulling it all to the surface with a crack.
Harry reappeared in the Slytherin Common Room, everyone looking at him with amazement. He ignored all of them, following the staircase up to Draco's private quarters and walking right in. The blonde was on his bed, his black boxers precariously tented as a light snoring escaped him. Harry moved over, removing his own clothing until he was in his white boxer briefs. He climbed onto the bed next to Draco who was already wrapping his arms around his dark haired counterpart. Before giving into sleep, Harry waved his hand at the door, locking it to a series of groans on the other side of the door from a group of Slytherin girls who were obviously hoping to see the two most attractive young men in the school going at it. With a small chuckle, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, falling into sleep.