Here's chapter two. Btw, this is set in sixth year. I will pretty much pick and choose what I will keep canon. I'll try my best to stay as canon as possible.

Harry's mind was reeling. Marriage was something he held sacred. He always imagined he's marry someone he really loved. Have a kid or two. Give them everything he missed. He hadn't even heard of Marriage Bonds, but apparently it's totally official.

"The thing is, Potter, we don't know who cast the spell. If it was done by an amateur, things might be different for you and Draco." Madame Pomfrey said.

"What does the spell normally do?"

"It forces both people to be attracted to each other. It was created for arranged marriages. It makes it a lot easier to get to know someone when you cant help liking them. You will feel a certain pull to be around Draco." she began, "You'll feel the need for physical closeness, starting with just touches and… well, becoming the need for more."

Harry groaned. Lovely! Just what he wanted! To be forced to want to fuck Draco Malfoy. Draco was as cheerful as Harry was, although clearly preferring to suffer in silence. Madame Pomfrey began to address both boys.

"Now… There are other affects to the spell. For instance, you'll be very uncomfortable with other people touching you for the first year or so. Try to keep touching off others to a minimum, to save any discomfort. You will pass out if you are away from each other. It can be very painful, in fact."

The more Madame Pomfrey talked, the worse Harry felt. How would he tell Ron and Hermione?

That, however, ceased to be a problem within twenty minutes.

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Hermione was worried about Harry. She had been so sure that his passing out had to do with his scar, but experience told her if it was he'd be out by now. Ron had apparently noticed nothing, but nonetheless accompanied her to the Hospital Wing anyway.

They scanned the room upon entering and saw no one. That's funny, Hermione thought, Draco Malfoy is supposed to be here too. Rumour had it they passed out simultaneously.

"Get off!" a familiar voice yelled indignantly from behind the curtain.

"Harry?"

"Hermione." Harry sounded nervous.

Hermione and Ron ran over to the curtain quickly. The minute they saw Harry, they wished they hadn't. Harry was lying on half of a single bed. The other half was occupied with a very fast asleep Draco Malfoy who had decided to rest his head on Harry's chest.

"Merlin! What the hell happened?" Ron exclaimed.

"Well… We're bonded."

"You bonded with Malfoy?!" Ron said.

"Not intentionally. We don't know who actually did it."

Harry was pleasantly surprised. He expected Ron to absolutely freak, but he was sympathetic about it.

"It's not uncommon, accidental Bonding. History is riddled with stories of people who were Bonded without their consent. Some of them were actually quite happy in their Bond." Hermione told him.

"No chance of that for you, though mate. Not with the Slythergit." Ron said.

"Thanks Ron." Harry said with a thin smile.

Draco chose this moment to wake up. He groaned slightly, and shifted himself up and off of Harry. He noticed they were in company.

"Oh, wonderful." he sneered, "If you wont miss me too much, Potter, I'll be going to the bathroom."

Harry ignored him as he left, and then stuck his head in his hands, and groaned.

"I really cant do this."

"You'll do alright, mate. It all comes really natural." Ron assured him. Harry groaned again.

"That's the problem with it!"

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic, Potter." Malfoy said, getting back into the bed. Hermione noticed how they immediately pressed against each other, and Harry visibly relaxed.

Madame Pomfrey soon ushered Ron and Hermione out, claiming that Harry and Draco needed their sleep. Harry was grateful, he was bloody knackered. He wasn't quite sure why. He'd barely been conscious at all today. Madame Pomfrey assured him it was quite normal. He found himself curling into Malfoy before he was able to fall asleep.

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