Harry Potter could not stop thinking about Draco Malfoy. He barely functioned at work, barely ate, barely did anything because every thought led back to Draco, who had grown to be a handsome wizard, yes indeed. No more pointy git, no Draco was soft in the face but the rest of him had looked hard and muscular underneath all those pesky clothes. Harry knew he needed to stop thinking about Draco, he needed to stop imagining what he tasted like, what his skin would fell like under his hand, what his body would feel like pressed up against him. Yes since Harry had fled Draco's potion room he had been perpetually hard and could hardly think about anything but Draco.

The worst part was he didn't just think about what Draco would be like in bed, but he was starting to imagine what he would be like in every aspect of Harry's life. What would it be like to have every meal with him, what it would be like to come home to his snarky humor. Harry wanted that so bad, and he knew it didn't make sense, Draco had been a total git to him, but he had also been brilliant and so calm even when he had yelled his heart rate hadn't accelerated like most people's when they got angry. He had never thought someone could make the job of a Potions Master look sexy but Draco had.

Harry had finally gotten home, and was contemplating which image of Draco would be the best material for a good wank, when suddenly his fire flared and Hermione's head appeared in the flames. Harry was about to tell her it was a bad time when she said, "I just came from Draco's place, I have something you definitely want to read, immediately."

Harry frowned but said, "Alright, come over Hermione."

Hermione came through the floo with a book that looked like it had seen some seriously better years. Hermione hefted it to Harry's table and opened it up to a red ribbon that was marking the page. She then pushed it in front of Harry and took a seat with her arms folded and an expectant look on her face. Harry frowned but began reading, and as he read things began to make a lot of sense. So his wolf realized what he as a human alone could not, that Draco was perfect for him in every way. He was magically and intellectually compatible, not to mention sexually, and Harry had to admit when Draco's humor wasn't directed at him or his friends, it was terribly funny. Draco was also a challenge, he wouldn't just roll over and take whatever was given to him, no he fought tooth and nail for what he felt he deserved.

Harry swallowed and said, "Hermione, you said you got this book from Draco?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Oddest thing was, when I showed up he had this terrible bite mark right here." She pointed to the point on her neck that was relatively where Harry had bit Draco and added, "He seems to be of the mindset that even though evidence to the contrary is staring him in the face, that he is not interested in completing the mate bond."

Harry tensed and asked, "But my marks still on him?"

Hermione nodded with a smirk and said, "Draco seems to think if he just avoids you that this will all go away, but when I asked him how he felt about you, he avoided answering, which means that he feels something. Now the question is, do you have enough control to go over there and do this right, or will actually seeing Draco make you lose control?"

Harry licked his lips and said, "No, I can stay in control, I won't be satisfied with just a forced bond, or a onetime mating."

Hermione smiled and said, "Alright, so here's my plan…"