And what a long day it truly was. Harry and Draco had spent the morning as far away from each other as the possibly could. But, like how it was when they were 16, Draco is always within Harry's line of sight, and he was always within his watchful gaze. Draco didn't want to admit it, but he did feel a small sliver of Harry's emotions, and Draco can't place why Harry Potter of all people, could be a bit confused about something that was basically spelled out for him. Draco ate a bit more of his buttered toast, and he took a large swig of pumpkin juice, and he quickly left, because he simply didn't want to be Harry's eye candy anymore. He went to the only place that made him feel comfortable to some degree.
"I'm so glad to see you back into the boy's room once more!" Myrtle says, floating around Draco, beaming. "I thought you would never come back after what happened between you and Harry Potter." She says. Draco winced, and put a hand to his chest.
Snape wasn't as fast as thought he would be, but they didn't make it to Madame Pomfrey's fast enough, and now he has a large, light pink scar that starts from his shoulder to his hip-bone, and a larger, deeper gash in the middle. He rubs his chest for a moment, and Moaning Myrtle's posture softened for a moment. "I'm Sorry... I thought you were over it." She says her head down.
"No... Don't be like that. Of course I'm over it, it happened two years ago. Don't blame yourself." Draco says, turning away from his refection in the mirror.
"Okay. Well, how is your N.E.W.T.s doing?" She asked, sitting in the sink Draco was looking into, inspecting on how tired he looks. Draco sighs and he splashes his face with water, his hands phasing through Moaning Myrtle.
"We didn't have the test yet, if that's what you're aiming for," He says. "But the classes... The classes are fine." He replies.
"Oh okay. I have to go back to the girl's room. I hear someone in there." She hastily replies before going into the sink.
Draco was left completely alone, and honestly, he didn't mind. He felt that he was away from everything, the "situation" he is in, to Harry, to everyone. He felt like he didn't exist, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Aye, Draco! Come over here and help me with this draught!" Theodore's voice was loud, and it made some heads turn. Draco ignored this, and he walked over to where Theo and Pansy were sitting.
"Okay, so the potion is supposed to be a light lilac-blue sort of color…" Pansy says, stirring the potion, but instead it turned red.
"Put some lavender in it. It should make it blue. Then you put powered moonstone… about two-hundred grams of the stuff to balance everything out." Draco instructed.
"Thanks man." Theo said.
"Yeah thanks." Pansy added. Draco nodded and walked back over to his seat where his partner, Millicent Bulstrode was either too stupid or too afraid to touch the things that she needed to add or pick up for the potion. He groans as his potion turns a murky purple.
"Bulstrode…" Draco growled. Millicent turned white. He stared at her right in the eye and in a low, but steady whisper: "If you don't get your shite together and you fuck up this potion, and I fail for the day…" He stops for a dramatic effect. "You'll regret it." And she looked like she was gonna kill over. She slowly started to pick up various potions ingredients and turned the murky blue to a nice lilac-blue, and she shot a cautious look towards Draco, and she shrugs.
"Goodie. Now bottle it up and put or names on it." He says to her, and she quickly complies. She hands the potion to their Teacher, and she quickly sat back down, looking at her shoes.
"I'll be back." He responds, and he leaves the classroom.
Draco sighed as he looked onto the lake, smelling salt-water, and he contemplated if he wanted to go for a swim. It just looked so tempting. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, and really enjoying this, the silence, the breeze, everything. It was these moments Draco had always favored the most. He does open his eyes after a moment, and he puts his hands into his robe pockets, and he leaves the shore of the lake, going back into his classroom, being dealt with a variety of smells. But the cauldron that Blaise and Hermione had, however, it seemed to… to… attract him. He felt compelled to walk over to them and smell their potion.
And that he did.
"Well, it's good to see that it's working." Hermione says as he bottles some of the potion up.
"What does it smell like?" Blaise asked a curious look appeared on his face.
"It smells like…" Draco pondered and took in a big breath. "Ocean water and Belgian chocolate. There's also a hint of – Is that firewhisky? Yeah it smells like that," He takes in another big breath. "I'm also getting hints of apple cider, and –"He stopped. For the last smell… it doesn't add up.
"What's the other smell?" Hermione asked.
"I don't need to tell you Granger," He says, straightening up his posture. "And anyways, the scent is way too classy for you of your… expertise to understand what it is anyways." He says putting his head up.
Hermione laughed to herself and shook her head. "Whatever you say Malfoy."
"Has anything weird or unfortunate has happened since the Marriage?" Professor Blair asked the boys.
"Were not married." Harry quickly corrected.
"Well, to me you are." She replies back.
Madame Pomfrey sighed. Then she looked at Draco's dark-mark for a second, then Harry's scar.
"Mister Potter, if you may, will you please touch your Scar?" She says speed walking to the trio.
"Uh. Okay." Harry says, and he puts his finger to his scar, and he rolls his eyes. "Nothing's happening." He says.
Then Draco had this itch, the kind of itch that you can't scratch no matter how hard you try. He starts to scratch at his right arm unconsciously. "It just doesn't work." He says, still scratching.
"Roll up your sleeve Mister Malfoy." Professor Blair asked. Draco did as he was told, and everyone marveled at how his mark turned pitch black, and withered on his skin, as if it was trying to claw its way out of Draco's skin. And it itched so bad that he almost yelped in utter annoyance.
"Stop touching your scar Potter." Draco growled at Harry. Harry swiftly put his hands back into his lap.
"Now, Mister Malfoy, touch your mark." Professor Blair commanded, because there is no way in hell she was asking. Draco pressed his thumb into his mark, and Harry started to wince and put his hands to his scar.
"Interesting. Interesting. Poppy, are you taking notes on this?" She asked. Madame Pomfrey quickly started to write everything she saw down, and made it into a quick little memo.
"It's like… a mixture of a normal bond, and the one Voldemort—"Once again, Draco and Madame Pomfrey winced. "Had made specifically for his followers." She concluded.
"So whoever had done this— "Madame Pomfrey started.
"Wasn't a pro! It was a student from the school!" Professor Blair exclaimed. She had never felt this excited in over 20 years.
"Were getting somewhere Justice!" Madame Pomfrey says, beaming.
"Yes we are Poppy!" She beams as well, and it just seems so out of character than the hard and mean Professor Blair.
"Okay boys," Madame Pomfrey says, getting it together and looking at Harry and Draco. "We are going to test out how this bond works. Now Mister Draco, you are well adept at occlumency, so Mister Potter cannot properly get your innermost thoughts. However, Mister Potter, I've heard stories about you and occlumency… and I have to say, in order to prevent Mister Malfoy from going into that head of yours…" She paused. "I'd say read up on it. I don't know anything to prevent feeling the other's emotions, but I guess you'll have to figure that one out on your own." She admits, sighing.
"I'm going to say that it seems like you have some sort of hybrid bond. And I'd suggest that you two talk once in a while. Not be attached to the hip or anything, but just… get to know each other a bit better, cause it seems to be that this is going to last a while." Professor Blair added in.
Draco sighed, and he agreed silently to himself. He might as well get to know Harry Potter if he's going to be with him for a long minute.
"So, what's your favorite color?" Harry asked. He'd been taking Professor Blair's advice too seriously, and was following Draco around, asking him pointless questions, not that Draco would mind, it's just it's coming from Harry Potter, someone he just doesn't like.
"Lilac." He replies, going to the library. Harry didn't say anything for a moment, and he continues again. "Do you have any siblings?"
"I think you know the answer to that Potter."
"I know, it's just I've ran out of ideas." Harry replies, throwing him a small smile. Draco chuckled at his response.
"What's so funny Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Your stupidity. It never ceases to amaze me." Draco replied, but face palms himself in realization of what he just admitted to.
"Oh? So I amaze you? Good to know." Harry says, smirking at Draco. Draco scowled in response, and he replies, "I'm not your friend Potter, so watch it. You're trading dangerous waters here."
"My middle name is Danger." He replies.
"Well Harry Danger Potter, back off, I'm not your friend." Draco sneers, hoping he gets the message. Harry rolls his eyes and responds, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hand he speed-walks in front of Draco, much to Draco's pleasure. But in doing so, he got a whiff of Harry's scent, and he was instantly reminded of the potion earlier today, and he scowled. There's many things Draco cared about, loved even.
But there's no way in hell that Draco loves Harry Potter.
Draco had spent the rest of the week avoiding Harry, ignoring his attempts to talk, sitting away from Harry's line of sight, avoiding all the places Harry could find him. He had also spend the week keeping his emotions in check; making sure he doesn't want to feel too strongly of something, but He felt Harry's emotions, and he – being just a bit more sensitive to the whole situation, had acted upon them. If Harry was happy, he would just do nice things for people all day, and throwing just a bit more genuine smiles at others. If Harry was upset everyone around him would feel just upset as Harry was. He would also get random spouts of lust and arousal, and those were the worst. He would get hot and bothered by everyone, and would take too many trips to the bathroom. He didn't know much about masturbation, (as he was sort of preoccupied with other things) but when he would get in the mood, he would yell at Harry for making him so bothered. Harry had offered many times to "help" with his problem, (which he would always refuse) and he would just take cold showers to help with his "problem", and it wouldn't help. It would make things worse, and he knew it. He craved Harry Potter; he craved his hands to be all over his body, to touch him in forbidden places. But He can't, he just can't, and it wasn't just Draco who was aware of this;
It was Harry as well.