Summary: When Harry wakes up one morning chained to a bed next to an old enemy, what is he to do? Leather. Handcuffs. Snogging. Payback. Wild Costume Party. And a mysterious gift. HP/DM slash.

Warning: This is Slash, which means boy on boy action, if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, it is rated for language.

Ships: D/H, G/Dean, Luna/Neville

Era: During Harry Potter Years, shortly after Harry's 7th year, and still during the war.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot bunny and any characters you do not recognize.

Author's Message: So much THANKS to all the people who reviewed the last chapter!!! I was gone for two days and it made me happy to come back and see all of your lovely reviews! I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Six

"It's not a joke, Potter," Snape sneered.

Harry blinked and read one last time to make sure he was correct.

The gifts received during Magical Initiation's have always been

considered spiritually and physically binding. Territh Melgram took

a deeper look into the production and connection these items hold

to their owners.

Territh's research showed that while the Initiation gift is mostly

just for show, proof that one has passed their tests, it is also deeply

connected to the soul of it's owner. Each owner's own personal gift is

ever binding and everlasting to its master, it's magic will never die away.

The gift is so powerful, that when another wizard - being sexually or just

mentally, connected to this owner, they will find that when this gift is used upon them them has a way of binding the two souls together forever.

The power in both wizards will begin to feed off each other,

growing stronger. Their souls will meld into one, and they will become

essentially one being of existence. Their perfect souls connected will face

every triumph and defeat together. This can be a very powerful weapon,

and it can also be very dangerous. Both wizards will be affected when

the other is, and can put both in harm's way.

The point of an Initiation is most often to prove that one has

become connected with the power of the ritual. To become fully

connected to this power, the gift given at Initiation has a way of wanting

to be complete. In a way that defies many magical and otherworldly

rules, this gift has a way of bending the universe to get what it most

desires. It will call upon the soul that it needs so that it can bind them

together forever, therefore creating its perfect balance.

More on Initiation gifts page 273.

Sweet Merlin, no! Harry thought desperately. He couldn't be connected to Malfoy. There was no way. This book was wrong, or there must have been a HUGE mistake. He wasn't attracted to Malfoy, they had nothing in common. This was just bloody wrong.

Draco was quiet, and Harry was actually getting upset because of it. He wanted Draco to say something dumb, so that he could scream at him. He wanted the handcuffs off this instant so that he could leave. He wanted everything to be a horrible nightmare.

"Say something!" Harry shouted at him.

Draco still stayed quiet.

"Calm down, Potter," Snape said.

"Calm? How the hell can I stay fucking calm when this stupid book is telling me I'm going to be essentially one person with Draco Malfoy!"

Snape blinked a few times as if thinking. "Draco, I need to talk to you about this book and what it says, are you listening?"

Draco didn't answer, his eyes staring off at nothing, he's facing in utter disbelief. Harry took the opportunity to read him; he wanted to know what he was thinking.

He found a mixture of emotions, the most of which was fear, but there was so much of other feelings, like bliss, hope, anxiety, confusion, and amusement that he couldn't read where the fear was coming from.

"Malfoy you stupid boy! Pay attention!" Snape ordered.

Draco snapped his head back to reality. "What?"

"I need you to listen to me."

"Why did you show us this?" Draco asked.

'By showing us thi,s doesn't it make it more likely for me to betray you?' Draco said to both Snape and Harry.

"Me?" Harry asked.

Snape didn't answer it. "I showed it to you because I wanted to stress what it says at the end. You will become essentially one. That means, Malfoy, if Potter is hurt, you'll be hurt."

Harry cringed at the thought. He could be killed if Draco was killed.

"If you run away, I'll find you, and I'll torture you till you can't remember your own name, and guess who else will feel this same pain? That's right, it will be Potter. Just keep that in mind Draco, no matter where you go, you're always going to be expected to do what's right by us, not by him. Because you're not going to want him to get hurt."

"I..." Draco said softly. "I can't do this!" He started to stand and found his hand still holding him back.

"You will do what you have to, or you will face the consequences," Snape said. "Can you let him be tortured to save his life?"

Snape got up from the table at these words and he left them quite alone.

The silence was the longest Harry had ever encountered before. He had never felt more scared and confused in his life. He didn't want to be connected to Draco. That would mean something he didn't even want to think about.

Every time Harry opened his mouth to speak, he found that he couldn't say anything. This continued for an hour's time. They didn't move, they didn't speak, until finally Draco broke the silence.

"Harry?" he said.

He gulped, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. "What?"

"What are you thinking right now?"

"Huh?"

"How are you feeling about this?"

"Revolted," was the only word he could get out.

"Right," Draco said. "Doesn't it intrigue you a little? To know that we really do have a connection, one that runs so deep that-"

"-That nothing," Harry said, keeping his voice calm, though he really wanted to scream. "The book is a bunch of rubbish."

'No it's not.' Draco turned away.

"Does this book say how to get the cuffs off?" he asked, hopeful.

"Let me see." Draco flipped the book to 273 and again to another page. They both leaned in to read.

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The Magical Initiation Handcuff's are easily used by its owner

and can be commanded by their will. When these handcuff's

are used on the souls second half it is only possible to remove

the Handcuff's if both minds are perfectly in tune as they

should be. When used on a soul that is not connected to the

owner's own, then all they have to do is will the handcuff's

off.

Draco read the passage silently and then pulled away from the table when he had finished.

He and Harry were Soul Mates; the book as good as told him it was so. Now it was up for Harry to realize it as well.

The only trouble with all of this was Snape's threat. Now, no matter if Harry realized his feelings or not. No matter how he felt about Harry, Harry was still going to be used to help Voldemort take over the Wizarding World. Only now, Draco wasn't going to allow him to be killed, because his life was on the line as well.

"Try to will the cuff's off!" Harry said desperately. "Have you tried that yet?"

"No, Harry, I've wanted these on all along, I love it when you can read my thoughts. And I'm completely looking forward to my mother coming home and seeing us like this."

"Damn you Malfoy! I'm being serious; you have to will them off!"

"I can't, your mind it not in tune with mine, clearly," he huffed.

"It doesn't have to be if we're not connected like that," Harry said.

He knew that Harry was terrified of being connected to him. Especially because of everything that had happened in the passed 24 hours not counting their past back at Hogwarts.

But if the book was right, then every sign pointed to him and Harry being together. This was terrifying and exciting. He could be with his love, and he knew eventually Harry would warm up to him, he had to.

"The only way to get these cuffs off," he said, watching him closely. "Is for you to realize you love me."

Harry didn't look at him, just stared at the table cloth. "Or maybe it's for your to realize we have nothing in common," Harry murmured.

He suppressed a smile at Harry's stubbornness.

"Tell me, Harry," Draco said. "Do you really find us so absurd? I didn't hear you complaining when I brought you here."

"I was drunk!"

"Not exactly the point, love," he laughed. "Most guys, if I were to hit on them, even if they were drunk still wouldn't kiss me like you did."

"I was trying to forget something, I needed something to hold onto," Harry said softly.

"Did it work?" he asked. "Did you forget?"

"I...I don't know," Harry said, sighing.

"You're attracted to me, face it," Draco said. "It's the only way."

"I'm not attracted to you!" Harry shouted.

"Oh?" he raised an eye. He wanted to prove him wrong. He wanted Harry to want him.

He took out his wand, and muttered a spell on his summoned shirt that they had put on earlier. They had put it on before Snape had entered the dining room, when they had realized that they shouldn't be shirtless as well as in leather pants when he saw them.

The shirt vanished from both Harry and himself, and he stood up, taking Harry with him.

"Ouch!" Harry said as he went.

He stood in front of the Gryffindor, his wrist bleeding a little from the cuffs.

"Look at me," he demanded.

"No," Harry said, his eyes looking everywhere but his.

"Why?" Draco smirked. "Are you afraid that you might like what you see?"

He grabbed a hold of Harry's shoulders and finally the boys eyes landed on him.

"I'm not afraid," Harry said through clenched teeth. "Let me go."

He moved his hands away, stepping back just enough to give them space.

'He does have a nice body.'

"No! I don't mean that!" Harry said quickly, and he cursed under his breath.

He smirked. "Don't fight it, Harry. The more you want me, the faster we get these cuffs off."

"Excuse me, Young Mister Malfoy, sir," Gretch said, standing next to him a small package in a brown paper bag in his hand. "This came for you just now, sir."

"Who from?" he asked, finally looking at the Elf.

"From your cousin, Sir," Gretch said, bowing. "Would you like it now?"

"Just put it on the table," Draco dismissed.

Gretch set the package on the table, and then bowed himself from the room.

"Why does your cousin keep giving you gifts if you hate each other?" Harry asked, his eyes on the package.

"We don't hate each other, we just like to mess with each other," Draco said. "And don't change the subject."

"I can't tell you anything other then how I feel, Malfoy. And I don't want to feel attracted to you, I don't think I am, and you need to forget me ever loving you," Harry said vehemently.

He stared at him, angry and hurt for a moment, then turned to the package and opened it up to see two strange bottles filled with a clear substance and a letter. He pulled out the letter, and made sure Harry couldn't read it before he opened it.

My Dearest Cousin,

We may have gone a bit far with the cuffs, I'm sorry for that. I was just sent word from one Severus Snape that these cuffs have caused more troubles then I presumed. These potion's here will sort some things out (I recommend you do not tell Snape about them, these are for your wishes not his). I think you know what they are and how to use them. Also, tell this Snape I don't appreciate being talked to in such a manner. I am a Malfoy after all.

Sincerely Yours,

Cousin Marina.

He folded the letter and looked up at Harry.

"Why can't you just give it a shot?"

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"Give what a shot?" Harry asked. He looked over at the letter Draco had closed and frowned. What was that about?

"Us," Draco said. "What's so wrong?"

"What's so wrong is many things, Malfoy," Harry stated. "One, you're Draco Malfoy. Two, you're a complete bastard. Three, you're a guy. And four, I already love someone else."

"They've moved on," he spat. "Why can't you?"

"Because I can't alright!" Harry snapped. "Why can't you move on?"

Draco didn't answer, instead he took up the brown paper bag.

"It's getting late, we should sleep," Draco said.

"I'm not sharing the bed with you," he said.

"Well it's either the bed, the couch, or the floor," Draco growled. "Take your pick."

Harry turned away, upset that Draco was right. They needed sleep, and he was feeling very exhausted from the long day.

"Fine, whatever Malfoy," he grumbled.

The two started towards the Entrance Hall, and both startled when the front door opened and Narcissa walked in. Her eyes fell on her son, and then traveled to him.

He gulped, what was she going to say to this?

"Draco," she said softly.

"I can explain, mother," Draco said quickly, his voice full of worry.

"Please do," she said, her eyes falling to the handcuffs.

"Marina-"

"Your cousin is a nuisance to this family," Narcissa said. She knew what had happened the moment Marina's name was mentioned. "Transfigure yourself some clothes, and take those things off."

"I umm, I can't mother," Draco said. "Well, I can get the clothes, but the handcuffs won't come off."

"What?" Narcissa asked.

"It's impossible right now to get them off, the book that explains it is in the kitchen," Draco said. Harry could tell he was avoiding the fact that these cuffs bond their souls together.

I bet she doesn't approve of this, he thought.

"I will take a look," Narcissa muttered. "But I would suggest you find a way to get them off soon, Draco. Your father is coming home tomorrow for dinner."

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