Chapter Eleven: Luncheons and Revelations

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Authors Note:

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The silence had been deafening, and had remained that way even after they had set down. Draco seemed indifferent to it, greeting his friends and serving both himself and Harry; who had been thankful to not be facing the rest of the school. He could feel eyes on them though… twice he'd tried to look behind him -- especially at the Gryffindors -- but twice he'd felt the sharp claws of his dominant dig into his thigh, effectively drawing his attention back to cool grey eyes.

He shifted in his seat, making the silky shirt graze its softness over his torso. It was one of Draco's and draped around him more like curtains than an actual shirt. He wasn't used to the high quality and it tickled his senses into frenzy. He sighed slightly, basking in the obvious care his dominant had shown him, only to be silenced when the action gained the attention of the snakes.

No body had said a word to him since he entered behind his tow-headed dragon. The Slytherins seemed indifferent to his presence, acting as if he wasn't infiltrating their table. He watched them; their eyes flickering to him ever so often, the subtle movements that were answered by more of the same. They communicated this way he realized, and looking to the young Malfoy heir he noticed the same small twitches, winks and quirks of the lips. What was being said was beyond him, but he had no doubt that he was the topic of this silent conversation.

Draco watched his house mates watch him back. He gave no indication that Potter was here for their play or scorn. Simply he answered silent questions with one answer. 'Stay away from him.' Other Slytherins heard the message and gave curt nods all understanding but hearing slightly different messages. Word like 'He's Mine' and 'Don't touch' were among those filtering though their minds, but all was understood… touch Potter and feel the wrath of the Slytherin prince.

All was quiet until Parkinson made her way through the Great Hall's doors. Her blonde hair was falling around her inbred features, while bright pink heels clattered under robes hemmed shorter than school standards should allow.

"Drake… Oh, oh Drake!" She launched herself at the blonde Nyalger crushing his wind pipe for all that it was worth. "Oh Drake-y I've missed you so much over this summer! I mean… you didn't even come over once, despite my and mother's offerings!" She pouted for a second before breaking in to a disfiguring smile, "But that's ok Drake-y. I know you were busy, and I told mother as much so she wouldn't be offended!" By this time Draco had pried her grubby fingers away from him and held her at arm length.

"Pansy I am sincerely sorry for having to turn down your invitations this summer, and as much as I would… enjoy it," Draco grimaced," I'm going to have to request that you relinquish me."

"…But Drake-y…."

"I apologize Pansy, but you see I've got a bit of a problem…" She looked up to him and questioned with her eyes. They had already gained the attention of the other houses (if they had ever lost it) and Draco stood so as to project his voice louder than being blocked by Parkinson would have allowed.

"You see during the summer holidays I got into a bit of a spat with boy wonder here." At this he patted Potter's head much like one would do a dog only to have said boy jerk away and glare at him, "...And the results were—how do I put it—unsavory. You see we've been bonded together magically. The details as are irrelevant, but the point is, you can't touch me."

"Wha…?"

"Quite correct Mister Malfoy. However, if you and Miss Parkinson can take you seats perhaps I can make the announcement to the rest of the school?" Dumbledore stood while Draco and Pansy seated themselves." As Mister Malfoy as bellowed for all of you to hear…" Draco scowled. He did not bellow," … He and Mister Potter have indeed been bonded for an indefinite amount of time. As with many bonding spells the touch of any one but their bonded will cause pain for the other. We are not sure how long this will last, but I give you my word that the faculty and I are doing everything in our power to resolve the issue. In the mean time however, I would like say that neither will abandon their houses and will alternate houses between mealtimes. I thank you for your attentiveness and now encourage you to enjoy the rest of your lunch." Dumbledore sat down while Draco drilled holes through his skull. That had not been part of the plan. Sitting with the Gryffindors? He might as well not eat. That filth is enough to make any upstanding citizen lose their appetite. Grimacing he pushed his plate away, and focused his attention onto the submissive beside him.

Food had been abandoned in favor of gazing across the hall. Gryffindor met Gryffindor, and Draco could practically see the tension that had been present since their arrival melt. Rolling his eyes Draco stood and jerked the submissive to his feet.

"Come on, " and they walked out of the Great Hall; eyes traveling behind them.