He looked around, trying to make out the room he was in. The bed was to soft to be his own and yet he couldn't imagine a reason his Aunt or Uncle would put him in their bed. They would rather burn their bed than place their nephew in it.
The blanket he was under was a creamy white. The Dursley's didn't own anything this soft. Suddenly memories of dinner came flooding back to him. The last thing he remembered was the way the kitchen had tilted dangerously and the none to surprised looks on his relatives face. He sat up quickly despite the wave of dizziness that threaten to turn his stomach.
He could only make out bleary shapes around the room. He could make out the outline of furniture placed around the room as well as what he thought was two doors. Next to the door closest to the window was a person sitting in a chair.
It was impossible to identify the person across the room from him. He could hardly make out the figure, let alone identify any distinguishing features. Seeing the figure on the other side of the room made Harry feel distinctly uncomfortable. Unconsciously he pulled the covers up slightly and made an effort to control his nervousness. If he was in the company of death eaters then he would need a clear head.
"Finally up are you?" The drawl was distinctly familiar. "I suppose you are looking for these."
Harry could tell the figure was referring to his glasses by the glint off the glass in the light. Still he didn't dare answer.
"How does this sound, you tell me what the hell is going on and I'll give you these?" The figure rose from the chair and began to approach the bed. Harry was completely confused, why would he know what was going on when he had only just woken up.
"I...I don't...know..." He trailed off. The person was close enough to the bed now for Harry to recognize him. Now he wished that the person had stayed on the other side of the room or better yet he would have remained unconscious.
"Malfoy?"
"Surprise, surprise Potter. Now I think I asked you a question."
"How should I know what..." He was cut off by hands around his throat pushing him back into the bed.
"Wrong answer!" The hands tightened, cutting off his air. Harry struggled yet he was still weak from whatever he had been given to put him to sleep. Suddenly the hands around his throat left. Harry could already feel the places where his throat would be bruised.
"Such a worthless idiot..." Draco was muttering at him.
"Where are we?" Harry tried to steady his voice. Draco chose not to answer him. Harry sat up again, intending to get out of the bed. He stopped however when he realized just what he was wearing.
Until now Harry had not payed particular attention to his own state but now that he was aware he fought to keep from blushing. The night shirt he wore was soft and silky ending at his mid thigh. The shoulders were open and one side was slipping down his arm.
He looked over to where the blonde was standing at the far end of the room.
"Malfoy, what..." He trailed off pulling the blanket closer to him. He was about to begin again when the door in front of him opened.
"Nice to see you are finally awake, Potter." Harry turned to see Rufus Scrimgeour walking calmly into the room. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would join us over here, I would be more than happy to explain what is going on."
Harry noticed that Draco seemed hesitant but the need for information was enough to get him moving. The blonde sat himself on a chair that Scrimgeour had conjured next to the bed. Harry watched the two warily. His head was aching rather fiercely the longer he was awake.
"As you two know we are in the middle of a war. The Ministry is ready to do whatever is necessary to bring an end to this conflict. This is where you two will be aiding us in our efforts."
"What the hell are you on about?" Draco looked surprised that Harry had said anything. With his headache increasing and his confusion growing Harry was not in the mood to play twenty questions.
"I tried to explain to you before Harry that the people need to see you supporting the Ministry."
"And I told you I wouldn't support hypocrites.".
"You are just a child who thinks himself more important than he is." Harry glared at the man. The only thing keeping him from leaving the bed was his rather revealing nightshirt.
"How are we supposed to help you? Especially with these!" Draco held his wrists and Harry was surprised to see gold bans. He raised his own arms but found them to be bare. "Try a little higher Potter."
Harry looked at the Slytherin in confusion. Draco rolled his eyes at him before grabbing Harry's hand and raising it to his neck. The Gryfindor was surprised to feel cold metal circling his neck.
"What's this?" Malfoy looked about to answer but Scrimgeour beat him to it.
"They are temporary inhibitors. We will remove them after the ceremony."
"What ceremony?"
"The wizarding world needs to see unity now. If they see unity then they too will unite and the Dark Lords forces will not seem as strong. With the people united behind the ministry, we can not loose."
Scrimgeour paused and Harry tried to understand what exactly the man was playing at. His stomach was now deciding to mimic his head. Both were aching fiercely and Harry was quickly loosing focus.
"What could be a stronger icon for unity than the bonding between a death eater and the Boy-Who-Lived. It will show that the ministry can control the evil beasts plaguing our society and that their savior has placed his faith in us."
"We won't do it!" Harry was surprised by the fierceness in Draco's voice. Nothing was making sense.
"I'm afraid you won't have a choice in the matter."
"The hell we won't. Potter, say something!"
Harry knew they were saying something to him but at the moment it didn't matter. All he could focus on was the all consuming pain in his body.
"Mr. Potter won't be much help to you at the moment."
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
"He has been given a potion that is adjusting his body to the ministry's needs. I imagine he will be like this for another hour." Draco turned to the teen on the bed. Harry was sweating, his body twitching every now and then.
"Relax Draco, the bonding ceremony will be tomorrow morning. You and Harry will have all evening to get to know each other."
Draco watched as the Minister of Magic left the room, the door disappearing as he did. Of all the situations he had imagined this was certainly not what he was expecting. He turned his gaze back on the boy lying on the bed. Harry was not looking good at .
"Damn it!" Draco slammed his fist down on the night stand. They were so fucked.