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Bonding
"Harry, you've been pale all day. Also, you're always shaking. Not to mention the fact that you've been looking out the corner of your eyes, like you're watching for anything scary."
Turning away from the window, Harry looked at his friend. He noticed the concerned look in her eyes and wondered if he could tell her. Could he tell her? Could he tell one of his best friends, that he, Harry Potter, was having erotic, titillating, sexual dreams of his nemesis, Draco Malfoy. Could he tell her that he lost his virginity in a dream to Malfoy?
Hell, she'd find out anyways. Besides, he needed her help to find out what the hell was going on.
Taking a deep breath, he took the seat right in front of her. They were both sitting in his room with its spacious parlor. Finally, something good came out of his status as the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Hermione, do you believe in dreams being real?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him strangely. "What kind of dreams?" she asked. "Are they the kind that makes you wish for a lot of money, the dream career, or the dream that comes to us nearly every night?"
"The ones that come to us nearly every night. You see," Harry said as he scooted closer. "I had the most strangest dream last night, except, I don't think it was a dream. I know it wasn't just a dream, and I've got the proof!"
"Harry, calm down. Tell me what happened in this dream."
Looking at her uneasily, Harry said, "First, you have to promise me that you won't run screaming to Ron when I tell you. Promise?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I promise."
"I dreamed I lost my virginity to Draco Malfoy."
Staring, her mouth open, Hermione stuttered, "Wha… What?"
Looking at the ceiling, Harry said in a strained voice, "I had sex with Draco Malfoy, last night, in my dream."
"You dreamed you had sex with Draco Malfoy?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"No," Harry said. "I mean, I dreamed it, yes, but it was real."
Hermione shook her head slowly. "Harry, dreams aren't real. They're just stored happenings in the parts of our brains that we don't use. You're still a virgin," she said gently, blushing.
"I don't feel like a virgin," Harry muttered. He squirmed in the chair to get in a more comfortable position, since he was still sore in the rear. All the while, Hermione watched him.
Eyes widening, Hermione gave a shaky laugh. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly.
"I mean, dammit, that I'm sore, where I shouldn't be. My lips are still tender and I've got bruises, love bite bruises. What do you say about that?" Harry asked.
Draco stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron at noon. Glancing at the steady throng of shoppers he smiled a little. It was a beautiful day. It was the day. It was the seventh day. The day that he would have to claim his mate.
Claim Harry Potter.
Today, the Boy-Who-Lived would be his.
With a big grin on his face, Draco stepped into Diagon Alley to begin his search for Harry.
"Harry, this is amazing! You do understand that this is amazing, right?"
Harry watched his friend as she started scanning the bookshelves excitedly. They had gone straight to Flourish and Blotts after Harry had told her everything.
"Sure, Hermione. Who wouldn't think it amazing to have sex in a dream with their nemesis?"
"That's the spirit," she said absently as she flipped through a book. "What did it feel like in the dream?"
"It wasn't a dream."
"Whatever, Just tell me, what did you feel?"
Harry sighed. Turning away from her for some privacy from his words he stared out the window. "I'm not quite sure. First, I was stunned that I was with Malfoy, of all people, then I was scared and cautious, because he's like the to be Deatheater and after that, when he touched me I…" Harry broke off, a perplexed expression on his face. "I couldn't think after he kissed me, all I wanted was him. I felt like I was burning, on fire. It felt like –"
"The Ardeur," Hermione said in a hushed voice.
"What?" Harry turned around to look at her. Hermione was sitting with a book in her lap and she was staring wide eyed into space.
"The Ardeur," she said as she sprang up and started scanning the shelves quickly. "Is a complex study. There's barely any knowledge of it. The rumor goes that only potential Heirs of the Ardeur are given the Book. Ha!" she cried with triumph, pulling down a large leather bound book.
"The Book?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, a book with a complete study of the inheritance. The ardeur only runs in a certain blood line, but by now it would only go through one family. It all started with a muggle prince and a powerful wizard." She stopped flipping through the book and stared at the page.
"Here." She read off of the page," The Heirs of the Ardeur are very rare. Only one heir is born every few centuries. It has been recorded for there to be only eight heirs, since the beginning of their existence."
Harry was still confused. "But what's the arduer?"
"Ardeur means "the fire." It means in your case, due to the very strange dream, sex. Sexual fire." Hermione looked at him. "There's three kinds of hungers for the ardeur. Hunger for Power, Flesh, or Sex."
Harry stared at her. "Just read the one for sex."
"Want to find the woman of your dreams? Let Matilda take a look, for she sees all," the gypsy said.
Draco stopped and stared at her. Smirking, he said, "No, thanks. I already know who the one of my dreams is."
And it's no woman, he thought as his smirk grew.
"Hermione, this makes no sense. We've been at this for nearly three hours, what has this done for us? Nothing!" Harry prowled restlessly around the pile of books.
Hermione looked up from her work. She was busy writing notes down on her parchment.
Why does she carry a writing kit around with her? Harry thought absently.
"What do you mean 'Nothing'?" she asked. "Harry, we've found out loads of things. Draco's the Heir of the Ardeur and you, dear Harry, are his mate."
"No, I'm not," Harry said stubbornly. He refused to believe that crap.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Really? And I guess that marks on you came from bumping into things? Fascinating. Tell me," she said as she leaned back to look at him, "what did you bump into that gave you a hickey and a perfect set of teeth marks around your right nipple?"
Harry blushed furiously as he glared at her. Choosing to say nothing he stared at the book in her hands. "What does the book say about the dream?"
Hermione sighed. "Not much," she said. "It says that the Dream takes place on the sixth day following the Kista's seventeenth birthday."
"Kista?"
"An intimate name for an heir's mate," she read from behind the book.
"I'm labeled a freaking Kista?" Harry asked, scandalized.
"See, Harry. You're accepting what you are."
"Oh, bugger off."
I wonder if Harry will like this sweater I bought for him. Cashmere will do wonders for him, Draco thought. Especially after those hideous clothes he's always wearing. Draco winced.
Merlin, I'll need to buy him a whole new wardrobe when we go out.
"Oh no."
"What's 'oh no'?" Harry asked.
"Well, um… you see." Hermione looked up, her face pale. "You're actually still a virgin in Draco's eyes."
"So what? Hermione, I'm not a virgin in my own eyes now. But, whatever, what's wrong with Malfoy still thinking I'm a virgin?"
Hermione looked at him gently. "Harry, I think that you're going to have to get used to calling him Draco now."
"Absolutely not."
"Harry," Hermione stressed, "you don't have a choice. After the seventh day you have to bond with Draco or else."
Harry looked at her uneasily. "Or else what?" he asked.
"Or else," Hermione said. "You're going to get very sick and die. You'll build up with all that sexual pressure in you and you'll just explode."
"Explode?"
"Cease to exist, non, nada, no more. Dead, Harry. You'll die at midnight."
Harry stared at her, speechless.
"Why the hell does it have to always be midnight?"
Eight p.m. Draco read. It was about time that he started looking for Harry.
He got up from his place in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. He needed to locate Harry.
It wouldn't be that hard. As long as he was close by he could sense him. And Harry would sense him too.
Harry, baby, here I come.
"It's nearly ten, Hermione. What am I going to do?" Harry asked as they walked along Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron.
It was dark and most of the shops were already closed. The manager at Flourish and Blotts had let them stay one hour after closing time, but had chased them out after that.
"I'm not sure." Hermione looked at the book she had bought. "Harry, it says that in order for Draco to have that much intimacy with you, in the dream, he had to be really close by, as in the same building 'close by'. Most likely, Draco's staying at the Leaky Cauldron and is waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" Harry felt a little uneasy at the sound of that.
"Yes," Hermione said. "He'll have to be at Leaky Cauldron right now."
"And what am I supposed to do when I see him?" Harry really didn't want to see Draco Malfoy after last night's dream.
"Well, Harry, you're not going to have any choice. You'll be drawn to him like a moth to a flame."
Harry looked at her. "Yeah. Hermione, all moths die, when they go to the flame," he said sarcastically.
Hermione stopped. "Oh, right. Sorry, bad example."
Harry snorted. He stepped into the Leaky Cauldron as it was closing.
"Look, I'm going to go find Ron and we're going to find Draco. You go to your room and rest. We'll call Professor Dumbledore after thirty minutes of not finding Draco. Okay?"
"Alright," Harry said as he stood in front of his door. Hesitating, he turned to her. "Hermione, I just want to thank you for all you've done for me. Thanks."
Hermione smiled softly at him. "Harry, don't talk like that. Everything's going to be alright, I promise." Rising on tippy toe she kissed him on the cheek. "Go rest." She walked away and into Ron's room.
Taking a deep breath, Harry entered his room. The second the door shut he felt it.
He froze.
There, on his bed, was Draco Malfoy.
"Ron! Ron, get up, Harry needs our help."
Ron sat up quickly. "What are you talking about, Hermione? Is there something wrong with Harry?" A stricken look passed over his face. "Is it You-Know-Who again?" he asked fearfully.
"No, its Malfoy," she said as she threw his sweater at him.
Ron halted in pulling on his shoes. "Ferret?" He scowled. "Whats he done now?"
"Everything. We need to find him so that he can help Harry."
"Help Harry?" Eyes wide, mouth open Ron stared at her as if she had grown an extra head. "Have you gone mad? First chance the Ferret has and he'll hex Harry and hand him over to You-Know-Who!"
"Honestly, Ron!" Exasperated, Hermione pulled him into the hallway.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? I was starting to get worried that you weren't going to ever sleep," Draco said as he sat up in Harry's bed.
Harry got his voice back. "Somehow, Malfoy, I don't think you were planning on letting me sleep when you came into my room."
"True," Draco said as he slid off the bed. "Sleeping is the last thing that'll we'll be doing in the next twenty-four hours." He started walking towards Harry.
Swallowing, Harry started backing away from Draco. "Twenty-four hours?" he asked as they moved.
"Yes, I'm surprised you didn't know that after all those hours in Flourish and Blotts." Draco smiled when he saw the surprise on Harry's face. "I knew where you would be, Harry. After all, what would be the first thing that Granger would do when one of her best friends were deep in something unknown? Why, she'd go to a library. Or, in this case, the nearest store with an endless supply of books."
"You see, Harry," Draco said as he backed the Gryffindor into a corner. "Bonding, as you well know that we are about to do, is a glorious, vigilant, and enjoyable process that takes twenty-four hours. Well, actually, it can always go more than twenty-four hours, but the minimum is twenty-four. You see, there's so much sexual…hunger in us that it takes us twenty-four hours to let it all out and we need to let it all out."
"That's not possible," Harry choked out. He continued to back away from Draco and jumped when he felt the wall at his back. Turning quickly, he tried to step to the side, but the blond Slytherin was too fast for him.
Quick and agile, Draco trapped Harry flat against the wall.
"Where you going?" he asked, lips barely an inch away from Harry's face, breath hot against Harry's skin.
Lower. Shuddering, Harry shut his eyes and willed his mind to not want Dra…Malfoy. Dammit, he's Malfoy, nothings changed.
Yeah, right. As if things will ever be the same. There seemed to be a really evil snide voice in his head and it sure wasn't helping at all.
Harry felt Draco breath near his ear and completely forgot about the snide voice. Barely breathing, Harry felt Draco nibble at his ear, down his chin, and at the side of his mouth. Trembling in anticipation, Harry waited as Draco hesitated, looked straight in his eyes and kissed him, keeping eye contact until their lips touched.
Moaning, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. He opened his mouth immediately when he felt Draco's tongue trace the seam of his lips. Closing his eyes, Harry leaned against the wall as Draco applied force into the kiss.
But there was still a voice in Harry's mind that had been there for the last seven years. The voice in his head that told him he was kissing Draco Malfoy and that it was Draco's fault that Harry's bloody life was at stake.
At the last part Harry quickly jerked his head to the side, freeing his mouth from Draco's.
Panting, Harry tried to push Draco's mouth away from his neck, but found he didn't have the will power. Biting his lip from moaning, Harry let the sensation of Draco's teeth and tongue on his neck wash through him. Gathering whatever strength he had left Harry used the Draco-hating-voice in his head to push Draco's head away from him.
Lifting his head, Draco looked at Harry as he licked his lips. The taste of Harry would always be the best thing he'd ever…devoured. He smiled winningly at the shiver that went through Harry. Confident of Harry and his passion, Draco started to lower his lips to Harry's again, but found Harry's hand on his chest stopping him.
"Wait," Harry said quickly, breathlessly as Draco growled dangerously. "Take it slow."
"No," Draco said simply. Quick, in the wink of an eye, he had his hands wrapped around Harry's waist and had him up with Draco between his legs, supporting him. He groaned as he felt his arousal press against Harry's.
Looking at Harry, Draco asked, "Are you sure you want to take this slow, Harry?" Draco grinded himself against Harry. "Are you? Are you sure?"
Harry couldn't stop himself from digging his nails into Draco's shoulders. He couldn't answer Draco. Yes, dammit. DRACO. He was calling him Draco. But, he wasn't saying it out loud yet. He will. Once he finds his voice.
"Harry?" No response. Draco started thrusting himself continuously against Harry, causing his back and rear to slide up and down the wall. "Harry, answer me. Are you sure you want to take this slow? I will if you want it." Despite his words, Draco's thrusts started becoming harder and faster, repeatedly causing the raven haired boy to bang against the wall.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco. He shook his head wildly.
Forcing himself to stop, Draco looked intently at Harry. "What? What did you say?"
Leaning in, Harry placed his mouth right next to Draco's ear. "No, I don't want it slow. Don't be slow," he rasped.
Draco closed his eyes in relief as he kissed Harry. Wrapping his arms around Harry's waist he walked towards the bed. Kissing Harry on last time he dumped him on the bed.
Laughing shakily, Harry stretched out on the bed. He laced his fingers together under his head and propped his left leg up as he watched Draco.
Keeping his eyes on Harry's, Draco quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled down his pants. He stood there, in front of the bed, naked. He watched, narrow eyed, as Harry licked his lips and swallowed, the whole time staring at Draco's manhood. Draco slid his hands over Harry's thighs and spread them out as he crawled onto the bed.
"Where the hell is he? Dammit, we need to find him. Who the hell does he think he is? Doesn't he understand he's supposed to be with Harry before midnight?"
Ron stared at Hermione as she went through her snit. "Who the heck is 'he'? And why are we trying to find him? Also, what does 'he' have to do with Harry? And what's this about midnight?" Ron asked as he watched Hermione bang on every door.
"Ron, try to stay focused. We are looking for Draco Malfoy and no more calling him Ferret," she warned as Ron opened his mouth.
He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously as he felt a pang of jealously. "Why are you calling Fer…Malfoy by his god forsaken first name. Why all the intimacy?" Ron said intimacy with a very sick look on his face.
"Because, Ronald," Hermione said as she checked all the rooms for Draco. Dammit, no sign of him anywhere. "Draco is an Heir of the Ardeur and Harry is his mate."
She swept past Ron as he stood there with his mouth wide open and his eyes popping out.
"It's nearly midnight, Harry will be in a lot of pain right now."
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"Did you send the letter?"
"Yes, I sent the damn letter."
"Are you sure you wrote the right address?"
"Yes. Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts."
"There! How the heck is the owl to know where to go. Do you know how many rooms and floors there are in that castle?"
"You know, Hermione, for a very smart girl you're being awfully dumb," Ron said as they hurried towards Harry's room. "How many freaking Albus Dumbledores are at Hogwarts?"
"Right. Never mind, let's stop arguing. We need to check up on Harry and make sure he's alright. Hopefully, the part about Harry dying after midnight was a dud," Hermione said hopefully.
Just then, a scream from Harry's room froze them in their place. A quick terrified look at each other and they sprinted towards Harry's room.
Ron reached it first and slammed up against it, causing it to burst open. Hermione followed right after and both of them froze at the sight in front of them.
"Oh, my god," Hermione breathed.
There, on the bed was Harry lying flat on his back, his hips and legs covered in the heavy blanket and Draco Malfoy. Harry's head was turned away from them, but they could hear all the moans and whimpers coming from him.
The noises coming from Harry broke them out of their reverie. Turning around they dashed for the door. Hermione whipped out her wand and fixed the door and cast a silencing charm on the room. Breathing heavily, she turned towards Ron. She let out a breathless laugh at the look on his face.
Ron looked very red and green, causing quite an interesting shade on his face.
"Well," Hermione said in a small voice, "at least we know that Harry's alright."
Ron gaped at her. "Alright?" he asked her incredulously, "Hermione, Harry isn't alright. He's in that room, right now, getting…fucked! By Draco Malfoy of all people!"
"Honestly, Ron. At least Harry's alright."
Ron snorted. "Yeah, we'll see how alright he is in the morning when he finds out that he got pounded into the mattress by his enemy."
"We won't see him in the morning," Hermione said, "bonding requires twenty-four hours, so we'll see him the morning after tomorrow, or…" She looked at her watch. "It's 12:30, we'll see him the morning after tomorrow."
"Poor Harry and, dammit, poor me," Ron said, he rubbed his eyes. "I'm going to try and forget all about this. I'm going to get some sleep. Hopefully, I won't have any nightmares. Night."
"Night," Hermione said as they walked the opposite way.