bloodbonds
“Oi, Harry! Hurry up, I’m starving!” Ron whined from the bottom of the stairs leading to the Gryffindor common room. The last thing Harry wanted was to go to the end of the year feast. He knew what the feast meant; it meant a return to number 4 privet drive. Admittedly last summer in Little Whinging hadn’t been too horrible thanks to a good bit of helpful intimidation courtesy of Mad-Eye, Tonks, and Remus. It was still the last place Harry felt like going home to though after a year at Hogwarts. Especially with the war underway and knowing his company and information would be limited.
Harry sighed and took off at a jog down the stairs just in time to catch Ron, Hermione and Neville stepping through the port hole and into the hallway. While Hermione excitedly chatted about her preparations for the N.E.W.T.’s coming up next year and Ron talking with Neville easily ignoring Hermione’s chatter Harry thought about ways to successfully avoid leaving Hogwarts or maybe to stay at Grimmauld place. His thoughts were interrupted however with the appearance of a shadow hovering over them that looked remarkably like the form of Professor Severus Snape.
“Potter,” Said Snape coolly. “The Headmaster would like a word with you after the feast.”
“What? I-” Harry started to plead his innocence but was interrupted briskly.
“Potter I understand it must be hard to focus with that big head on your shoulders but, do try. A word-with the Headmaster-after the feast.” Snape repeated his message slowly as if Harry didn’t speak English.
“Yes, sir” He replied annoyed. He almost asked what it was about but Snape was gone with a swish of his cloak. Harry’s thoughts perked up a bit at the new development.
“Maybe he wants to talk to me about staying at Hogwarts for the summer! Or with you guys!” Ron’s excited agreement was drowned out by Hermione.
“Hmmm, maybe,” she said thoughtfully, “but I’m sure he wants you where you’ll be safest and I thought that was at your aunt and uncles house.” Harry frowned. “But I could be wrong!”
In the Great Hall everyone was laughing and talking excitedly and after the speech they continued talking while they ate. Everyone that is except Harry, whose mind was on the meeting he was to have with Dumbledore. He tried to stay in the conversation but was having trouble talking while he eagerly shoveled food into his mouth. Seeing this Hermione leaned over Ron and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
“Dumbledore’s left Harry. We’ll bring some food back to the common room for you. Now go on, we know you want to see what he has to say.”
Harry smiled and nodded a quick thank you before he darted out. In all his rush he failed to notice that Malfoy and Snape were absent from the Great Hall as well. Hermione didn’t though.
“I wonder what Dumbledore wants to talk to Harry about?” She said to know one in particular as she joined in on the conversation.
Harry rushed down the through the hallways eager to get to the headmasters office but was slightly put off by who he found there.
“Potter? What’s he doing here?” The familiar voice drawled as Harry approached.
“Ah, well Draco, the Headmaster wishes to speak to both you and Potter this evening.”
Harry just sneered at Malfoy behind Snape, who said the password-“blood pop”- and they began to ascend the stairs to professor Dumbledore’s office. When the three of them walked in the Headmaster nodded for them to sit down.
“Thank you Severus that will be all.” He said smiling at the potions master. As Snape walked out Dumbledore turned and looked down at both of them, his eyes twinkling brightly behind his half moon spectacles, “I suppose you are wondering why you both are here?”
“Well yes professor,” Harry managed, hoping his eagerness didn’t show and hoping the reason he was here had nothing to do with Malfoy.
“Ice Mice?? Tea perhaps?” Both boys looked at him quizzically. “No? Alright well it could be about your perspective living arrangements this summer, but first I think there is someone you should both meet. She is currently residing outside of Hogwarts but no matter. I have had a portkey set up and you should be greeted by Remus Lupin when you reach your final destination.” Harry’s eyes lit up at the words ‘living arrangements.’
“The half-breed? The we-werewolf? I don’t think my father would approve of this. Why exactly am I involved in Potters living arrangements?”
“Well I think you will find it in your best interest to accompany Harry on this little trip because it concerns you in a far greater way then it does him. But you are welcome to decline although I had hoped you wouldn’t.” If there was any way to get Draco to go anywhere it was to tell him his role was more important then Harry Potters. He sighed but nodded his agreement. “Let’s get on with it then.”
“Splendid! Well then you will find your portkey right over there on that table and I am quite famished. I think I will see if there is anymore of that delightful treacle tart left in the great hall. I rather suspect there is. Ah, yes. Well I will leave you two to it then. See you both soon. Good-bye,” Dumbledore said in a chipper air. Then in the blink of an eye his was out of the room and off on his way down the stairs. Harry looked at Malfoy and did a mental shrug before gesturing to the table and the small copper kettle that sat on top of it.
“Shall we?” Harry turned from the table to Draco who was still sitting.
“Fine, fine scarhead. In a hurry to see your half-breed friend?” Malfoy smirked at his own joke.
“Just take the damn portkey before you bloody turn into that hateful wench Umbridge!” Harry’s blood was boiling and he wanted nothing more then to hex the fair haired wizard next to him but he knew he had to restrain himself.
“Mmm, touchy Potter, very tou-” But Malfoy was cut off by the familiar pull between his navel before they landed on top of each other in a heap on the floor of a cramped hallway.
“Get off me Malfoy!” Harry cried as he opened his eyes only to see Draco’s silver ones glowing in the dark. Malfoy scrambled to his feet as Remus Lupin came swiftly out of a room off to the side and grabbed Harry’s arm to help him up.
“Sorry I wasn’t here boys I was just speaking with our guest. Good trip?” Remus smiled warmly at Harry and turned and regarded Draco with open curiosity.
“Not really!” Draco was red faced and angry. “What is this? Where am I?” That’s when Harry realized they were on the second floor of Grimmauld Place, outside of the drawing room.
“Mr. Malfoy, how are you?”
“Just wonderful!” Draco said angrily rubbing his elbow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Where am I?!?”
“You Draco, may I call you Draco, are at the Headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix.
“WHAT!” Harry shouted in despair, “Don’t tell Him!”
“Harry, Harry calm down. You’ll understand soon enough. I would like to talk to you Harry but there are more pressing matters. Why don’t you boys go and speak with our guest while I prepare some tea for when you’ve finished.” Harry stood confused but Draco jumped in anger.
“What Order? Who is it exactly that everyone is so bloody fucking eager for us to meet!” Draco shouted as Lupin opened the door to the drawing room and a voice floated out.
“Ah, ah, ah, language my dragon.”
Draco, who had been stomping after Lupin, froze, his hand griped Harry’s wrist as he had been about to through Harry out of the way. Harry shook him of his arm and moved to step inside but Draco stood stark still.
“Are you coming Malfoy?” He spoke without a hint of the attitude he was used to speaking with. Draco seemed to notice to.
“I’m coming golden boy. Don’t get your panties all twisted in a bunch.” Draco’s reply lacked his intensity and Harry wondered who the woman was that had spoken and how had she caused such a response from his nemesis. When they stepped through the door they saw a woman standing with her back to them. She had long black hair that fell to the middle of her back and she was wearing muggle cloths. The outfit consisted of a black tank top and tan cargo pants that hung from slender hips. Her arms were pale and hung loosely at her sides as she stared at what Harry remembered to be Sirius’ family tree.
“I’ll leave you three alone to get acquainted.” Remus was gone in a matter of moments but neither Harry nor Draco gave any signs of noticing.
They watched as the woman lifted her arm and pointed to the left side of the tapestry. “I should be right,” she let her hand hover before touching it to a small hole in the fabric, “here.” Then she turned around and Harry’s breath caught in his throat, she was breathtakingly beautiful and oddly familiar. He heard a gasp not unlike his own to his right and turned to see Draco’s face frozen in shock. Harry noticed the shock lingering behind Draco’s silver crystalline eyes, eyes Harry refused to admit to himself that he found amazingly attractive. When he looked back it slowly dawned on him that the eyes he found so breathtaking on the woman were the same eyes he found so breathtaking on the young man beside him. She had pointed to the tapestry, Sirius’ tapestry, the tapestry with Draco’s name beautifully embroidered on it.
“Bee?” Draco stuttered out, letting out a shuddering breath.
“Draco, it’s been too long my darling dragon.”
“No-no your dead. You can’t be here.”
“Draco I am here standing before you, alive as I have ever been. Of course mother and Narcissa said I was dead. To them I am.”
“Wait, who are you?” Harry had to interrupt their conversation, he wasn’t following. She turned and looked apologetically at Harry.
“I’m sorry, I have yet to introduce myself. You are Harry Potter and I am Bellatrix Black, formerly known as Bellatrix Lestrange,” she paused, “the second.”
“Black?” Harry and Draco asked unwittingly in unison.
“Yes, Black, in memory of my beloved uncle, Sirius Black. I take it you have heard of him Draco?” She was met with shocked silence. “And you Harry, Remus has told me that when you met your godfather you were both completely inseparable.”
Draco’s eye’s opened impossibly wider. “Beloved uncle? Godfather?” He looked confused and strangely enough angry. “Why would they LIE to me?”
“They didn’t lie to you Draco,” she replied softly. “They were honest. When I refused the dark mark, I died in there eyes.” She opened her arms wide for the boys to see her porcelain white, unblemished forearms. Then her smile returned as she beckoned to Draco who stepped cautiously into her waiting arms. Harry grinned when he heard Draco sigh contentedly. The minute he stepped back however he caught Harry’s grin and shot him a scathing look.
“What are you smiling about Potter?”
“What I smile about is none of your damn business Malfoy!” Harry angry glared at his polar opposite.
“Hm,” Bellatrix cocked her head to the side, observing them. “Remus was right; you both will have to learn to get along.”
“Not bloody likely,” Malfoy exclaimed shooting another look at Harry. “Besides, why is Potter even here? What has he got to do with you and me?”
Bellatrix straightened her shoulders and righted her head her. She looked hard at Malfoy, and then lifted her hand to his cheek. “Now is the time to choose sides Draco. The war has begun and this summer they will ask you to take the mark. They asked me the summer after my seventh year, but they will not wait for you darling. The war has changed everything and you will be expected to join them as soon as possible. I endured four cruciatus curses before I got away when I refused. They will not be so forgiving now that the Dark Lord is rising again to power.” She shook her head sadly. “I have already risked too much in having Dumbledore bring you here, to the headquarters of the Order, but I needed to know if you will be friend or foe. My little dragon, would you take the mark and forsake me? Would you take the mark and be a servant to the Dark Lord, bow to him and do his biding? If your answer is yes, then return to the hallway, take the portkey back to Hogwarts, return home tomorrow on the train and forget that you have seen me. If the answer is no, then understand that you join us. You join me and Harry and Dumbledore and the side of the light. You forsake the rest of your family and you turn your back on the Dark Lord. You will never see them again as a family, but as an enemy. You will see them as they will see you. You will not return to Malfoy Manor as a resident ever again.”
Malfoy looked nervously back and forth from her face to the floor and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then he whispered softly something Harry could not hear. Harry inched forward ever so slightly and strained his ears.
“What?” Bellatrix looked imploringly at the young blond.
“No.” He whispered with a little more force. Still Harry could barely make it out as he chanced a few steps closer. Bellatrix just smiled before looking at Draco quite sternly and clearing her throat.
“I don’t believe I heard that. Say again.”
Harry was shocked and jumped back a few inches with Draco’s response.
“NO! I will not take the bloody DARK MARK!” Draco’s pitch lowered considerably but he was firm and resolute, “I’d rather die. A Malfoy is no house elf, I serve no one.”
Bellatrix was beaming when she gestured towards Harry. “Alright, then this is where Harry comes in. Draco, Harry is a bright and talented boy but he did not survive the killing curse as a child because he was talented. He survived because of an ancient form of magic that his mother performed. She gave her life for his. Her love runs through his veins and it protects him.” Draco’s mouth dropped a little bit but he quickly restrained himself. “Now the home he lives in with his aunt and uncle is a muggle home and would normally not be the place for a young wizard. But he stays there because as long as he calls it home the blood that ran through his mother’s veins and runs through his aunt’s veins will keep him safe. Do you understand?”
Draco nodded, a little shocked. “The Dark Lord can’t touch him there.”
“Exactly right Draco. Now since you will not be going home because it will be too dangerous for you there you will need a place to live. The only person they will want to find and kill more then you will be Harry.”
“But Harry will be safe; his mother’s blood protects him. I-I have nothing to protect me.” Harry turned cold, he was anything but safe. Although he had to admit Draco had nothing compared to the support and love Harry had.
“Ah, ah. That’s where you’re wrong. If you two perform this bit of magic I have here on this piece of paper,” she reached down into her pocket and produced a bit of parchment, “and Harry is willing to share his mother’s protection with you, then you will both be safe. Provided you both agree to perform the spell and live together in Little Whinging with Harry’s aunt and uncle.” Draco looked nervously at Harry who could do nothing but nod his approval. A thought occurred to him though.
“What about the Dursley’s, they won’t like this.”
“Well professor Dumbledore has already spoken with them and they have agreed to take in Draco provided he stay out of the way and sleep in your room.” The idea of sleeping with Draco in the same room made Harry flush with nervousness. He was, more then he cared to admit, intrigued with the thought. And when he ventured a glance at the blond Slytherin he could guess that Draco felt the same way from his downcast eyes and the slight bit of color on the back of his neck.
“How exactly would I go about sharing my protection with Ma-Draco?” Harry asked in an attempt to vanish the picture of the sleeping Slytherin from his mind.
“By sharing your blood with him of course.”
“Oh, of course” Draco said under his breath.
“Um, what does that mean?” Harry asked curiously.
“Well,” she smiled at the confused youth, “You must each slice a gash into your own palms. Then you cut a slice into the others lower lip. You will each say the incantation and kiss the palm of the other in turn, first one then the other. Then you will bring your palms together and repeat the incantation together. That’s all, you will be blood bonded.” She smiled wide and waited for the boys reactions.
“I-err, will there be any residual side effects to the bond?” Malfoy asked shallowly. At this Bellatrix frowned slightly.
“Well you may be able to sense if the other is hurt or in danger. And occasionally feelings may…” She trailed off but Harry wasn’t going to let it slide.
“Feelings may what?”
“Well, on occasion if the witches or wizards involved a particularly interested in each other, then there feelings, um, intensify. But you boys can barely stand each other so that shouldn’t be a problem. Also I must warn you that I have heard the act of blood bonding is very physical and, how do I say, exciting.”
“Exciting?” Draco questioned suspiciously.
“Well, arousing.”
“Oh.” He fell silent.
“Well then, now that you both know all the particulars and have agreed to this why don’t you get started? Just take off your school robes and role up your sleeves.” She walked to the door, “This is quite personal so I will just leave you with the Spell and instructions. By the way it’s pronounced exactly as its sounds, Hemo-apoxia.” She then handed Harry a silver, jewel handled dagger. “For your palms and lips, the cuts don’t have to be too deep, but they must be substantial. If the bonding was formed correctly they will heal moments after you have broken contact. Remus and I will be in the kitchen. Good Luck!”
And with that, she was out the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry wanted to make sure that Draco didn’t feel pushed. These things rarely work when you’re forced.
“Of course I am Potter, I value my life. Though living with you in muggle hell will be rather horrible.” Harry could do nothing but stare into the silver eyes and disregard his snide remarks when Harry saw the fear that swims just beneath Draco’s surface. Harry simply nodded and stepped in front of Malfoy. He slid his robe off and threw it to the side and watched as Malfoy did the same. He could feel Malfoy’s hot breath on his face as his lifted his head up in pain from the gashes he made in his own palms. He was only coherent enough to hear Malfoy’s breathing hitch.
“Your turn,” said Harry smugly. He handed the now bloody handled dagger to Draco who took it with a swift glance at Harry’s hands. In a flash Draco had sliced down the middle of his own hands, with little more then a flinch. Harry was impressed. He didn’t have much time to concentrate because Malfoy’s words brought him back to the room.
“Hold still Potter.” Malfoy was grumbling when his hand shot up and caught Harry’s chin to hold it in place. Harry thought for a second that Malfoy was going to kill him but then he remembered about cutting each others lower lips. It seemed a little sexual for regular magic, but he brushed off his suspicion. When Draco lifted the cold dagger to Harry’s lip it sent a shiver through his whole body. He imagined Draco’s hot blood on the dagger dripping in to the cut on his lip. When the dagger finally cut through the skin Harry’s groin twitched in anticipation, he groaned and for a moment forgot it was his turn. He took the dagger Draco was holding out to him and lifted it to the blonds beautiful pouted lips. He saw Draco’s eyes slip shut when he brought the dagger down the half inch it took to cut the blonds lip. He looked to the table next to them and set the dagger down, only realizing on a double take that there was no blood on it.
Harry and Draco stood dumbly in the middle of the room staring at each other for a few moments before they noticed they were bleeding.
“Lets get on with it then before I bleed to death,” Draco held his palms out. Harry couldn’t help but smirk. He leaned over and took Draco’s hands in each one of his own and brought his lips to the right first and then the left. He felt a wave run through him and it seemed to center between his legs and his breathing became shallow as he stood up and said the spell.
“Hemo-apoxia.”
Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow but said nothing, for once. He reached down and took Harry’s hands in his own. Harry realized that for such pale skin it was rather warm and very soft. He felt Draco’s lips touch his left palm first and then his right. He felt the almost imperceptible little lick Draco gave to his right palm with a shudder. Draco lifted and spoke the words.
“Hemo-apoxia.”
Harry watched as Draco lifted his face. It was flushed with color and his silver eyes were glittering in the dim light of the room. Shaking a silky blond hair out of his face he put his hands out and gestured for Harry to do the same. Harry did and he felt Draco’s palms shiver beneath his before grasping their palms together. They both shook and struggled to stay up. It felt like hot blood and power were flowing back in forth in a circle between there hands. Draco tried to pull away but he couldn’t seem to move his hands. He looked up into Harry’s face to plead for help but Harry’s eyes were a deep green Draco had never seen before and half-lidded, filled with lust. He felt it mirrored back in his own and tried to get his body to move back but he unknowingly took a step forward. Harry watched as Draco closed the gap between them but it was as if he no longer had any control over his emotions. He was filled with heat and passion as the blood and magic flowed between them. Then he watched as Draco’s mouth parted just so and a little drop of blood formed on his lip and dripped down his chin.
Harry wanted it more then anything. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue out to lap up the drop of blood. Draco tensed but sighed comfortably at the touch and felt a hot shiver run through his body. Draco stepped forward again after Harry pulled away. They were now flush up against each other and Harry felt Draco’s hard cock press against his own impossible hard cock. That feeling caused Harry’s conscious mind to fly right out the window. He leaned forward and crushed his lips against Draco’s who hungrily opened his mouth and took in Harry’s tongue eagerly tasting all the Gryffindor had to offer.
There hands shot apart even though they barely noticed as the grabbed franticly at each other while the left over blood after the wounds had healed spread over their faces and clothes. They tore at each others cloths franticly biting and sucking and nibbling at each others necks and lips. Harry broke away for a moment to look at the beautiful blond angel before him and smiled fiercely. Draco smiled knowingly as well and grabbed the shorter boy around the waist and dragged him down to the floor. Harry covered Draco and ground his hips down into the boys groin eliciting moan after moan while he bit his lip. Pushing Harry pants down with his foot Draco was pleased to see the goody-two-shoes Gryffindor hadn’t worn any underwear. He flipped Harry over and began kissing down his body licking and nibbling at his nipples, circling each with his tongue before slithering down further and dipping his flattened tongue into Harry’s navel and feeling Harry writhe beneath him. Harry heard Draco hum softly as he licked and blew and sucked at his hip bone and his inner thigh. Harry reached at his sides desperately looking for something to grip as he fought not to thrust up. He abandoned this endeavor when in a swift fluid motion Draco took Harry in his mouth and enveloped him in intense heat and wetness. Harry moaned and cried out as he thrust up into the Slytherin’s waiting mouth, gripping the silver blond strands of hair in his fist. The heat was coursing through him pushing him closer to the edge but then Draco stopped. Harry whimpered in protest but was silenced when he felt Malfoy’s talented tongue dart out to tease him, out to lap at his balls, taking first the right and then the left one into his mouth. Rolling each one around in his mouth and suckling gently.
Harry was back to moaning when he felt Draco’s hand reaching up and sliding up over his stomach. Harry’s hand shot up from his side and he grasped Draco’s hand in his and intertwined their fingers. He lifted his head up and eyed Draco.
“Suck on it.” Draco’s words were short but his voice was gentle. Harry leaned down and sucked and the one of the fingers that was offered up to him. He took in the second and third into his mouth as well while Draco’s tongue flitted over his skin. Once Draco apparently felt they were wet enough he removed the fingers from Harry’s mouth and smiled. Harry smiled back and watched as Draco came up and planted a long and rough kiss on his lips. Before Harry knew it the kiss was over and Draco had shoved the first finger into his ass. Draco waited for Harry to adjust and when Harry finally laid back down and let out an even breath Draco inserted the second finger slowly and began scissoring them. Harry was breathing in sharp hitches and his back was arching up while he squeezed his eyes shut. Draco entered the third finger while burying his face in Harry’s pubic hair, savoring his scent. Harry smelled like sex and cinnamon. Once he was sufficiently stretched and was practically mewling under Draco’s ministrations Draco removed the fingers and lifted Harry’s legs up and placed an ankle on each of his shoulders. He looked at Harry and smiled warmly. Who smiled back shyly, face full of lust and wanting. Draco quickly used his pre-cum to lubricate his own cock and placed it at the entrance to Harry’s hole. Draco slowly pushed in and even though he had taken the time to prepare Harry properly he was still so tight. Draco brought his head down to taste his lover’s lips as he slide past the first ring of muscle. When he was the rest of the way in he waited for Harry to adjust to the fullness. He had never seen Harry look more beautiful. He eyes sparkling deep forest green and his face flush and pink, his hair wantonly all about and his lips parted just so, swollen and red. Harry dropped his legs down and wrapped them around Draco’s waist and began urging him forward. Harry had never felt so full in his whole life. He clawed at Draco’s back and pushed him forward with his legs. Draco started out slowly but soon he was pounding into Harry so hard that Harry cried out and pushed himself up meeting every one of Draco’s thrusts. Harry could hear himself panting eagerly but he didn’t care all he cared about were the stars he saw every time Draco hit that spot and the way Draco was chanting Harry’s name like a mantra under his breath in time with his thrusts. Harry felt himself coming close and as if Draco sensed it he reached between them and grabbed Harry’s cock and began fisting it quickly. Harry’s senses were in over drive and he clenched his muscles around Draco’s cock as he shot his seed over Draco’s hand and up his own chest. As he clenched and panted riding out his own orgasm he heard Draco scream out “HARRY!!” as he filled Harry up with burning but oh so wonderful fluid.
“Oh, sweet Merlin!” Harry cried letting his head smack the floor.
When it was over Draco collapsed on top of him and lay there for a moment. Harry smiled and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair.
“What was that exactly?” He heard Draco mumble into his shoulder.
“Amazing,” sighed Harry in response.
After the boys stood up and awkwardly got dressed they made their downstairs to the kitchen where Remus and Bellatrix sat talking at the Kitchen table. Harry blushed and hoped that they didn’t hear them. He was worried that maybe they had and would expect him and Draco to be…a couple. Something Harry wasn’t sure he wanted and if he did, he was sure it was something Draco would want nothing to do with. As it was Harry had always sort of “known” he liked boys, he was just having trouble grasping that maybe he liked a certain blonde boy. As they sat down and Remus poured them both some tea, Draco and Harry just stared at the floor nodding occasionally when asked whether or not they wanted some biscuits. Bellatrix lifted her eyebrow and contemplated the young men in front of her.
“Did everything go alright up there?”
“Yes!” Harry and Draco answered a little too quickly.
“Did you have sex?”
“Wh-what!” Harry cried spiting out his tea.
“Bella?” Remus seemed confused by the revelation of his friend.
“Well sometimes it’s common for the wizards or witches involved to loose control in the passion of bonding.”
“You KNEW!?!” Draco shouted.
“Well yes, but I didn’t think it would be a problem until I spoke to Remus who has informed me that you are both Gay.”
“You’re gay?” Harry eyed Draco.
“Yes, Potter if you haven’t noticed, I’m out. You on the other hand are not. Why weren’t we warned?” Draco said turning to Lupin.
Remus stared from one to the other and then back again while Harry changed progressively in color from light pink to a deep shade of crimson, almost purple even. Harry’s embarrassment obviously meant they did indeed have sex and this wasn’t some sort of sick joke. So he decided honesty was the best policy.
“To be honest Draco,” He started.
“Yes?”
“Well I had over-looked that particular side effect of the bonding.”
“OVER-LOOKED!!!” Now Draco was the one changing colors, but not out of embarrassment, out of anger. Harry’s face shot up in pain as Draco glared at the werewolf across the table from him.
“Stop fighting.” All eyes turned to the shaggy haired young man who had yet to rise into the argument as they had. “My blood aches.” Draco’s mouth opened in silent apology but Bellatrix was already answering.
“He’s right. The bond is still young and the blood is still fresh. No wonder the poor boy hurts. It probably feels like his blood is boiling from Draco’s anger”
“Right, right Bella,” said Remus agreeing.
Draco sat back down and looked sullenly at his tea and biscuits before venturing to break the silence. “When can me and Ha-Potter go back to Hogwarts?” Harry was visibly grinning like a fool on the other side of the table and Draco was happy he had elicited such a response.
“Yeah, Hermione and Ron said they would save me some food from the great feast. I really didn’t get a chance to eat.”
“Me neither,” Draco chimed in.
“Well I’m afraid that you won’t be going back to Hogwarts this evening, or until your seventh year. It’s just not safe.” This time it was Harry who was ready for a row. Harry stared at Remus and stood up.
“When has anything I’ve ever done been safe? I got through this by knowing I would go back and talk to Ron and Hermione about it! I won’t see them all summer and now I won’t even see them before I leave!” Harry’s hands were balled into little fists and Draco felt the power coursing through him like a penetrating heat in his blood. Little beads of sweat were breaking out on the blond’s forehead as he tried to focus on the angry wizard before him.
“Now Harry.”
“No. I want to go back. I will go back! He stood up in a rush and stomped into the living room. He didn’t even hear the yelp of pain from the kitchen.
“HARRY!” Lupin was standing up ready to follow but Draco was already up and out of the room. Frantically he lunged at Harry and tackled him on the floor.
“Ger-off Malfoy!” Harry panted for breath but before he knew what was going on he was seeing red. Red against creamy ivory skin.
“See, I’m bleeding you stupid git!” Draco voice was pleading with Harry, who ignored the insult and lifted up his own hand to see blood. Although the moment the boys touched the wounds healed. The blood was a reminder.
“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean for you to…get hurt.” Harry’s stuttered apology was enough for Draco who stood up and strode to the kitchen with Harry at his heels. Bellatrix was waiting for them with towels.
“We should have told you that for the first night you shouldn’t move too far away from each other, and you most certainly won’t be able to floo separately until tomorrow.
“How are we getting home then?” Harry, feeling defeated, asked Bee.
“Tomorrow Ron, Hermione, and Blaise will be bringing your things here on orders from the headmaster. We will spend the day together. Then since they will also have brought there own things they will be use a portkey to get to the platform and you two will floo to Privet Drive.” Bellatrix clapped her hands to signal her finish, “But now I think its best that you both go upstairs to yours and Ron’s room, Harry, and lend Draco some cloths to sleep in for the night. You’ll need to be rested they will be here quite early.”
Harry smiled genuinely and widely as he started to head for the stairs. He turned to beckon to Draco who was still now looking questioningly at Bellatrix.
“How did you convince Blaise to come here?”
“With a little creative thinking my dragon. Now off to bed with you.” Her nose crinkled as she smiled and pointed to the stairs Harry stood on. Leaning forward she kissed Draco’s cheek, “Goodnight my dragon.”
“G’night.” Draco mumbled and turned for the stairs.
The Dawn streamed in and fell across the dark and unruly hair of Harry Potter. He moaned and flipped over, covering his eyes with his hand. It didn’t even occur to him that he had closed the blinds last night before he and Draco went to bed.
“Aww, isn’t he just adorable first thing in the morning?” An unfamiliar and sarcastic drawl similar to Draco’s filled the room. Harry lifted his messy haired head to see the source and was greeted with three figures standing in the doorway, each carrying several bags with a large trunk levitating in front of them. A bushy haired figure he recognized had her wand out and pointed at the window.
“Yeah,” said the figure, failing to notice Harry had woken, “Malfoy’s not half bad when he doesn’t have that ugly sneer plastered on his face.”
Harry’s laugh was cut off by Draco’s muffled voice coming from the bed across from Harry’s.
“Thanks Granger but your not my type anyway.”
“Right, haven’t you heard Hermione?” Ron looked at her in faux shock. “Malfoy prefers blokes!”
“That’s right Weasley, now don’t you get excited. I don’t do poor ginger haired weasels either.”
This time Harry’s laugh was loud enough for the three to turn towards him and ignore the blond whose head was still buried in his pillow.
“Good morning mate, how’d you sleep?”
“Fine.”
“That’s a shock,” Hermione bristled as she glanced at Malfoy who had been greeted by Blaise plopping down on his back, “considering the company.”
“At least he doesn’t snore.” Harry smirked before breaking out in fits of laughter as his roommate grew steadily pinker almost matching his bright red hair color.
“Does ginger headed weasel snore scar head? If I had known it reminded you of that dilapidated place he calls a house I would have snored to make you feel more at home.”
“Shove off Malfoy!” Ron stood glaring at the two Slytherins.
“No Ron! He’s not worth it.” Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron’s waist as she lowered him back down to Harry’s bed.
“Don’t you have any standards Weasley?” This time the speaker was Blaise. “I mean really, even if you’re poorer then a house elf, your still a pure blood. Letting her put her filthy mud blood hands all over you, disgusting.”
Harry threw back his covers before anyone could move, his pajama pants hung low on his hips and his torso was completely bare, showing off his lean seekers build. His wand was at Blaise’s throat in a matter of milliseconds.
“Oh, and you think you and Malfoy are so much better then her. Right?!?” Harry was glaring down his wand into the boys face. “Well guess what, your little blond boyfriend here isn’t anymore pure blood then I am!”
“What?” Blaise looked confused. “Boyfriend? Potter, first of all, lets get one thing straight, I like pussy. Second, Malfoy here is like the poster boy for pure bloods.”
Hermione noticed Draco fidgeting and becoming suddenly interested in the pattern of the quilt that lay over him. He didn’t even sit up at Harry’s insult and she wondered if maybe Harry had found something out about Malfoy last night.
“Not anymore he’s not,” said Harry with a small grin on his face, “isn’t that right Draco?”
Draco lay still, not looking up and with his eyes closed. “Right Malfoy!”
“He’s right.” Draco said softly, sitting up and letting the quilt fall into his lap, his sweat soaked ivory skin glistened in the streaks of daylight that came through the window. His silver eyes darted from one person to the next, scanning the room before resting on Harry. “Last night in order to protect me from the Dark Lord-”
“Voldemort.” Harry cut in.
“Voldemort, Harry had to share his blood with me so that I could have the same protection he does. Half the blood in my body is his and half the blood in his body is mine. And now we are bonded, for life.” The shocked silence that enveloped the room was thick with curiosity but neither Harry nor Draco wanted to offer up any of the answers to the unasked questions.
No one spoke. Just stared at the space between Harry and Draco as if the whole thing was a dream and any minute now they would all walk up and the feast would never have happened and nothing would be different then every other end of the year. But it was not a dream and eventually Draco grew wary of the silence.
“Well if you’re all done gawking at us like goldfish then get out so I can get dressed!” He snatched the black bag from Blaise and shoved his friend hard towards the door. Blaise blinked but nodded and walked out of the room. Hermione walked to the door and stopped when Ron turned back to Harry.
“Are you coming?”
“No, I have to get dressed too.”
“With Malfoy?” Ron stared incredulously, ignoring Hermione tugging at his sleeve.
“Yes, we-”
But Harry was cut off by Malfoy.
“Merlin Weasel, we fucked! I think we can get dressed in the same bloody room.”
Hermione blushed. She wondered if her guesses about Harry’s sexual orientation were right the minute he mentioned the blood bond, she also wondered about the side effects. Now it seemed as if Draco Malfoy had spelled it out for her. Harry was also blushing profusely and glaring at Malfoy.
“What.” Ron was franticly looking from Harry to Draco trying to take in what Draco had said. Harry made to talk to Ron but Hermione was one step ahead of him. She pulled a one very stunned Weasley out of the bedroom and closed the door with a flick of her wand. Meanwhile Draco was doubled over in laughter.
“Did you see the look on Weasley’s face?” Harry turned from Draco but couldn’t help the smile that began to form on his lips.
Harry decided he would let Malfoy’s comment slide since he was going to be living with Draco all summer. Not to mention Ron would have found out anyways, at least now Draco had saved Harry from doing the actual deed of telling Ron he liked boys. Even if the first boy he even kissed was that slimy, vain, curiously attractive, flaxen haired, silver eyed Slytherin git.
Harry’s feelings on the subject were entirely too muddled to worry about at the moment, so he focused on ignoring Draco’s snickering and putting on his clothes. He bent down into his trunk to find a pair of briefs and when he glanced back to see why Draco had stopped laughing he was greeted with Draco’s gaze resting fixedly on his ass. Seeing his opportunity he wiggled a little bit and bent down further to bury his head in his trunk.
His reward: an audible gasp from his blond nemesis.
“S’there something on my pants Malfoy?” Harry was determined to catch Draco off guard. Harry stood up and faced Draco, smirking at the blonds slightly parted lips as Draco anxiously licked them.
“What are you on about Potter?” Malfoy’s sneer returned just as soon as it had gone. Harry wasn’t about to be coerced into another argument just yet, he smiled at Malfoy’s glare.
“Oh, just enjoying the view then are you?” He turned away from Draco and let his hands glide down his sun kissed sides and rest on the waist band of his pajama pants before sliding them slowly down to the floor. Then carefully stepping out of the crumpled fabric he picked up a pair of gray briefs and slipped them on before turning back to the blond. Draco was rummaging through his knapsack pulling out item after item and trying to look as though he hadn’t been watching Harry. The noticeable bulge in his pajama bottoms and the slight twinge of flush on his face and neck gave him away though. He straightened up with a pair of cargo pants in one hand and a black wife beater in the other and stared at Harry, who had been watching him.
“Do you plan on going to your Aunt and Uncles in that Potter?”
“No, I don’t think my Uncle Vernon would like you drooling all over his furniture.”
Draco smirked.
“Probably not, but then again, that wouldn’t be a problem since Malfoy’s don’t drool. We leave the groveling to lesser wizards.”
With that he untied the string at the waist band of his own pants and let hem drop to the floor. Harry, who hadn’t expected this, watched as the semi-hard blond sauntered back to his bed and turned his back on the now very unexpectedly warm ebony haired youth.
Draco was annoyed that Harry would flaunt himself when he knew that the bond was still wreaking havoc on their emotions, so he decided he would play the game.
He dropped the shirt he planned on wearing on to the bed and without putting on briefs or boxers he slipped his feet into the pants. Harry watched as the light khaki material slid up Draco’s thighs and over the downy fine blond hairs and then fit themselves tightly on his round ass and fall snuggly low on his hips. Draco’s back muscles shifted as he stretched his arms over his head and the tank top draped over his torso. Harry’s mouth was watering at the sight of the black wife beater against the pale creamy skin and he was red with anger at the sly Slytherin.
Draco, having had his revenge, grinned widely and arched a brow at his salivating arch rival before slipping on a pair of muggle sneakers, shaking his head softly to ruffle his hair and moving into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Harry rushed to finish dressing, taking particular care choosing a plain white v-neck t-shirt that fit him just right and a pair of jeans that, although they weren’t as tight as Draco cargo’s, framed his ass perfectly and made the muscles on his legs stand out. They were torn on both knees and the right back calf and front right thigh. They were very fashionable in muggle circles and he was sure they would catch Draco’s attention. Even though he wasn’t sure exactly why he wanted to catch Draco’s attention.
Draco walked down the stairs to the Kitchen. When he entered all eyes were on him. Building himself up, he sauntered over to Bellatrix and kissed her on the cheek before sitting down. Hermione was a blushing shade of crimson and Ron looked steadily at the floor, Blaise however stared openly at Draco.
“So my Slytherin dragon how was the boy-who-lived?”
“It was a side effect of the bonding. Even Granger would have been great.”
If Hermione could have been any redder she would have been right then. Ron flushed and sat up.
“Could we please not talk about it?”
Blaise batted his eyes innocently at Ron.
“But Ron, I’m only curious about one thing.” Turning to Draco he assumed a serious expression, “Who was on top?”
Harry followed the yelling all the way down the stairs, past the portrait of Mrs. Black and into the kitchen, what he found there shocked him. Ron dove across the table and landed squarely on Blaise’s chest with a growl. Harry may have been in shock but regained his composure enough to dart towards the two rolling around on the floor. Before he reached them however they were thrown apart from a well aimed charm from Remus.
“Enough!” he shouted at the two of them, now on the floor in opposite corners of the room.
Everyone watched as he glared between the two boys. No one realizing really what had happened. No one except Blaise and Ron, who both knew the little remark he had mouthed at Ron from across the table. Ron looked furiously at Blaise who sat calmly on the floor.
“What’s going on here?” Harry said sternly looking almost as mad as Lupin.
“He-He said. Harry he,” Ron pointed angrily at Blaise, “keeps calling ‘Mione a mud blood.”
“I said no such thing!”
“You mouthed it to me you stupid prat, it’s just as bad!”
Lupin was fuming and shaking with rage but before he could reprimand Blaise, Bellatrix stood up. She was in a pair of light blue jeans and a tight fitting gray shirt. She reached out and helped Blaise off of the ground and then walked over to Ron and did the same. Everyone was captivated with her movement because it seemed so strange. Then she looked from Remus to Ron and then to Hermione before speaking.
“Forgive him. I was a Slytherin once too and believe me when I say he doesn’t know any better.” Then she turned her gaze back on Blaise. “Ignorance is no excuse Blaise Zambini. Apologize to Hermione because not only is she not a pure blood but because she is the brightest witch of her age I have ever seen and if I ever hear you say that or hear that you said that again I will make sure it’s the last thing that comes out of your mouth.”
Blaise blinked and opened and closed his mouth several times before making eye contact with Hermione and apologizing. She accepted it with a nod and everyone breathed a little easier when they sat down. After eating a big breakfast of biscuits, bacon, eggs and hash browns the very full witches and wizards leaned back and surprisingly just enjoyed each others company.
Miraculously Ron and Blaise didn’t argue once, unless you count their disagreement on the new chaser for the Chudley Cannons. Draco even got into the argument, on Ron’s side no less, saying that the new chaser was bollocks. Harry smiled at his dysfunctional table mates and wondered if maybe he had witnessed the beginning of something new, a new friendship and new kinship. If maybe, just maybe he had witnessed the most historic reunification in European history since Germany, the reunification of Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Just then there was a loud pop and standing before the bickering table stood professor Dumbledore smiling down at them.
“I take it all has gone quite well?” he said looking at them over his half moon spectacles, eyes twinkling and his eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Why Dumbledore, of course everything went just fine. I rather think we should be getting ready to go soon but other then that the bonding went without a hitch and the boys things arrived bright and early this morning.” Harry thought Bellatrix was reminding him more and more of Mrs. Weasley every time she spoke.
“Good. Well I came to make sure everything was in order.” He looked around the table and grinned again. “And how are my students doing?”
“Quite well.” Hermione piped in.
“Well, Ms. Granger I believe that it was only a matter of time before we put those silly little feuds behind us.” He looked purposefully at Harry and Draco. “Now I expect you will be very busy packing and whatnot so I will not keep you. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew what was happening. The floo system is being watched but with a secure connection I believe Harry and Draco will be able to return to Harry’s Aunt and Uncles between 1 o’clock and 2. The three of you,” he motioned at Ron, Hermione and Blaise, “will use a port key to get to platform 9 ¾. I must stress that the three of you will then return here. You are only going to the platform in order to keep up appearances. The Weasley’s will be there to pick you up. Blaise your mother and father have decided it would be best for you to stay here because if your involvement with young Messer’s Potter and Malfoy gets out, you could be in grave danger.”
Blaise nodded his head and shared a sympathetic glance with Hermione and Ron, who both knew what it was like to be in danger.
“So know that everything is rightly settled I should get back to Hogwarts. I have students to Shepard and the train is leaving momentarily. I’ll see you all quite soon I expect. Harry, Draco, we’ll be in touch.” Then with a loud pop he was gone as soon as he appeared.
“Alright you heard the man, let’s get ready to go. Harry, Draco are you all packed?” They both nodded fervently at Lupin who stood up and shooed them out of the kitchen. “Well go on, get your things, Blaise, Hermione, Ron go upstairs and wait by the port key, it’s almost 1:30 and we have to get Draco and Harry out of here.”
Within minutes Harry was standing in front of the fireplace with Lupin, Bellatrix and Draco starring down the barrel of a whole summer spent only with the Dursley’s and Draco for company. He was strangely nervous while wondering what life with Draco would be like. Before he knew it Bellatrix and Remus engulfed him in a big hug and pushed him toward the fireplace.
“Number 4 Privet Drive!” Harry was immediately consumed with warmth as he moved from fireplace to fireplace. He landed with a thump and rolled into the living room of his Aunt and Uncles place covered in soot. He only had a second to look over his would-be family before Draco rolled in beside him. The Dursley’s all watched with bated breath. Then without warning Uncle Vernon began to change colors.
“Get to your room boy and take that other abomination with you!”
Harry stood hurriedly and grabbed the bag he dropped before moving for the stairs. He was already on the first step when he realized Draco hadn’t moved. Harry felt a scorching heat fill his body and his palms ached as they began to bleed slightly.
“Oh, no” he said quietly as he turned on his heel to look back into the living room. Draco was now standing and looking defiantly at Harry’s Uncle Vernon who was equally glaring back at the blond.
“Don’t you ever call Harry or me an abomination again you FILTHY MUD-BLOOD MUGGLE!” Harry beamed with pride. As Draco stalked towards the stairs Harry’s blood began to cool. He smiled at Draco who begrudgingly smirked back.
“So, do we get to share a bed Potter? I hope yours is big enough to accommodate both of us.” Draco spoke as he walked by and began to ascend the stairs. “I always sleep on the left, that won’t be a problem will it Potter?” he said as Harry watched him round the corner.
Harry thought, as he bounded up the stairs after the Slytherin, that maybe a summer with Draco wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Harry sighed and took off at a jog down the stairs just in time to catch Ron, Hermione and Neville stepping through the port hole and into the hallway. While Hermione excitedly chatted about her preparations for the N.E.W.T.’s coming up next year and Ron talking with Neville easily ignoring Hermione’s chatter Harry thought about ways to successfully avoid leaving Hogwarts or maybe to stay at Grimmauld place. His thoughts were interrupted however with the appearance of a shadow hovering over them that looked remarkably like the form of Professor Severus Snape.
“Potter,” Said Snape coolly. “The Headmaster would like a word with you after the feast.”
“What? I-” Harry started to plead his innocence but was interrupted briskly.
“Potter I understand it must be hard to focus with that big head on your shoulders but, do try. A word-with the Headmaster-after the feast.” Snape repeated his message slowly as if Harry didn’t speak English.
“Yes, sir” He replied annoyed. He almost asked what it was about but Snape was gone with a swish of his cloak. Harry’s thoughts perked up a bit at the new development.
“Maybe he wants to talk to me about staying at Hogwarts for the summer! Or with you guys!” Ron’s excited agreement was drowned out by Hermione.
“Hmmm, maybe,” she said thoughtfully, “but I’m sure he wants you where you’ll be safest and I thought that was at your aunt and uncles house.” Harry frowned. “But I could be wrong!”
In the Great Hall everyone was laughing and talking excitedly and after the speech they continued talking while they ate. Everyone that is except Harry, whose mind was on the meeting he was to have with Dumbledore. He tried to stay in the conversation but was having trouble talking while he eagerly shoveled food into his mouth. Seeing this Hermione leaned over Ron and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
“Dumbledore’s left Harry. We’ll bring some food back to the common room for you. Now go on, we know you want to see what he has to say.”
Harry smiled and nodded a quick thank you before he darted out. In all his rush he failed to notice that Malfoy and Snape were absent from the Great Hall as well. Hermione didn’t though.
“I wonder what Dumbledore wants to talk to Harry about?” She said to know one in particular as she joined in on the conversation.
Harry rushed down the through the hallways eager to get to the headmasters office but was slightly put off by who he found there.
“Potter? What’s he doing here?” The familiar voice drawled as Harry approached.
“Ah, well Draco, the Headmaster wishes to speak to both you and Potter this evening.”
Harry just sneered at Malfoy behind Snape, who said the password-“blood pop”- and they began to ascend the stairs to professor Dumbledore’s office. When the three of them walked in the Headmaster nodded for them to sit down.
“Thank you Severus that will be all.” He said smiling at the potions master. As Snape walked out Dumbledore turned and looked down at both of them, his eyes twinkling brightly behind his half moon spectacles, “I suppose you are wondering why you both are here?”
“Well yes professor,” Harry managed, hoping his eagerness didn’t show and hoping the reason he was here had nothing to do with Malfoy.
“Ice Mice?? Tea perhaps?” Both boys looked at him quizzically. “No? Alright well it could be about your perspective living arrangements this summer, but first I think there is someone you should both meet. She is currently residing outside of Hogwarts but no matter. I have had a portkey set up and you should be greeted by Remus Lupin when you reach your final destination.” Harry’s eyes lit up at the words ‘living arrangements.’
“The half-breed? The we-werewolf? I don’t think my father would approve of this. Why exactly am I involved in Potters living arrangements?”
“Well I think you will find it in your best interest to accompany Harry on this little trip because it concerns you in a far greater way then it does him. But you are welcome to decline although I had hoped you wouldn’t.” If there was any way to get Draco to go anywhere it was to tell him his role was more important then Harry Potters. He sighed but nodded his agreement. “Let’s get on with it then.”
“Splendid! Well then you will find your portkey right over there on that table and I am quite famished. I think I will see if there is anymore of that delightful treacle tart left in the great hall. I rather suspect there is. Ah, yes. Well I will leave you two to it then. See you both soon. Good-bye,” Dumbledore said in a chipper air. Then in the blink of an eye his was out of the room and off on his way down the stairs. Harry looked at Malfoy and did a mental shrug before gesturing to the table and the small copper kettle that sat on top of it.
“Shall we?” Harry turned from the table to Draco who was still sitting.
“Fine, fine scarhead. In a hurry to see your half-breed friend?” Malfoy smirked at his own joke.
“Just take the damn portkey before you bloody turn into that hateful wench Umbridge!” Harry’s blood was boiling and he wanted nothing more then to hex the fair haired wizard next to him but he knew he had to restrain himself.
“Mmm, touchy Potter, very tou-” But Malfoy was cut off by the familiar pull between his navel before they landed on top of each other in a heap on the floor of a cramped hallway.
“Get off me Malfoy!” Harry cried as he opened his eyes only to see Draco’s silver ones glowing in the dark. Malfoy scrambled to his feet as Remus Lupin came swiftly out of a room off to the side and grabbed Harry’s arm to help him up.
“Sorry I wasn’t here boys I was just speaking with our guest. Good trip?” Remus smiled warmly at Harry and turned and regarded Draco with open curiosity.
“Not really!” Draco was red faced and angry. “What is this? Where am I?” That’s when Harry realized they were on the second floor of Grimmauld Place, outside of the drawing room.
“Mr. Malfoy, how are you?”
“Just wonderful!” Draco said angrily rubbing his elbow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Where am I?!?”
“You Draco, may I call you Draco, are at the Headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix.
“WHAT!” Harry shouted in despair, “Don’t tell Him!”
“Harry, Harry calm down. You’ll understand soon enough. I would like to talk to you Harry but there are more pressing matters. Why don’t you boys go and speak with our guest while I prepare some tea for when you’ve finished.” Harry stood confused but Draco jumped in anger.
“What Order? Who is it exactly that everyone is so bloody fucking eager for us to meet!” Draco shouted as Lupin opened the door to the drawing room and a voice floated out.
“Ah, ah, ah, language my dragon.”
Draco, who had been stomping after Lupin, froze, his hand griped Harry’s wrist as he had been about to through Harry out of the way. Harry shook him of his arm and moved to step inside but Draco stood stark still.
“Are you coming Malfoy?” He spoke without a hint of the attitude he was used to speaking with. Draco seemed to notice to.
“I’m coming golden boy. Don’t get your panties all twisted in a bunch.” Draco’s reply lacked his intensity and Harry wondered who the woman was that had spoken and how had she caused such a response from his nemesis. When they stepped through the door they saw a woman standing with her back to them. She had long black hair that fell to the middle of her back and she was wearing muggle cloths. The outfit consisted of a black tank top and tan cargo pants that hung from slender hips. Her arms were pale and hung loosely at her sides as she stared at what Harry remembered to be Sirius’ family tree.
“I’ll leave you three alone to get acquainted.” Remus was gone in a matter of moments but neither Harry nor Draco gave any signs of noticing.
They watched as the woman lifted her arm and pointed to the left side of the tapestry. “I should be right,” she let her hand hover before touching it to a small hole in the fabric, “here.” Then she turned around and Harry’s breath caught in his throat, she was breathtakingly beautiful and oddly familiar. He heard a gasp not unlike his own to his right and turned to see Draco’s face frozen in shock. Harry noticed the shock lingering behind Draco’s silver crystalline eyes, eyes Harry refused to admit to himself that he found amazingly attractive. When he looked back it slowly dawned on him that the eyes he found so breathtaking on the woman were the same eyes he found so breathtaking on the young man beside him. She had pointed to the tapestry, Sirius’ tapestry, the tapestry with Draco’s name beautifully embroidered on it.
“Bee?” Draco stuttered out, letting out a shuddering breath.
“Draco, it’s been too long my darling dragon.”
“No-no your dead. You can’t be here.”
“Draco I am here standing before you, alive as I have ever been. Of course mother and Narcissa said I was dead. To them I am.”
“Wait, who are you?” Harry had to interrupt their conversation, he wasn’t following. She turned and looked apologetically at Harry.
“I’m sorry, I have yet to introduce myself. You are Harry Potter and I am Bellatrix Black, formerly known as Bellatrix Lestrange,” she paused, “the second.”
“Black?” Harry and Draco asked unwittingly in unison.
“Yes, Black, in memory of my beloved uncle, Sirius Black. I take it you have heard of him Draco?” She was met with shocked silence. “And you Harry, Remus has told me that when you met your godfather you were both completely inseparable.”
Draco’s eye’s opened impossibly wider. “Beloved uncle? Godfather?” He looked confused and strangely enough angry. “Why would they LIE to me?”
“They didn’t lie to you Draco,” she replied softly. “They were honest. When I refused the dark mark, I died in there eyes.” She opened her arms wide for the boys to see her porcelain white, unblemished forearms. Then her smile returned as she beckoned to Draco who stepped cautiously into her waiting arms. Harry grinned when he heard Draco sigh contentedly. The minute he stepped back however he caught Harry’s grin and shot him a scathing look.
“What are you smiling about Potter?”
“What I smile about is none of your damn business Malfoy!” Harry angry glared at his polar opposite.
“Hm,” Bellatrix cocked her head to the side, observing them. “Remus was right; you both will have to learn to get along.”
“Not bloody likely,” Malfoy exclaimed shooting another look at Harry. “Besides, why is Potter even here? What has he got to do with you and me?”
Bellatrix straightened her shoulders and righted her head her. She looked hard at Malfoy, and then lifted her hand to his cheek. “Now is the time to choose sides Draco. The war has begun and this summer they will ask you to take the mark. They asked me the summer after my seventh year, but they will not wait for you darling. The war has changed everything and you will be expected to join them as soon as possible. I endured four cruciatus curses before I got away when I refused. They will not be so forgiving now that the Dark Lord is rising again to power.” She shook her head sadly. “I have already risked too much in having Dumbledore bring you here, to the headquarters of the Order, but I needed to know if you will be friend or foe. My little dragon, would you take the mark and forsake me? Would you take the mark and be a servant to the Dark Lord, bow to him and do his biding? If your answer is yes, then return to the hallway, take the portkey back to Hogwarts, return home tomorrow on the train and forget that you have seen me. If the answer is no, then understand that you join us. You join me and Harry and Dumbledore and the side of the light. You forsake the rest of your family and you turn your back on the Dark Lord. You will never see them again as a family, but as an enemy. You will see them as they will see you. You will not return to Malfoy Manor as a resident ever again.”
Malfoy looked nervously back and forth from her face to the floor and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then he whispered softly something Harry could not hear. Harry inched forward ever so slightly and strained his ears.
“What?” Bellatrix looked imploringly at the young blond.
“No.” He whispered with a little more force. Still Harry could barely make it out as he chanced a few steps closer. Bellatrix just smiled before looking at Draco quite sternly and clearing her throat.
“I don’t believe I heard that. Say again.”
Harry was shocked and jumped back a few inches with Draco’s response.
“NO! I will not take the bloody DARK MARK!” Draco’s pitch lowered considerably but he was firm and resolute, “I’d rather die. A Malfoy is no house elf, I serve no one.”
Bellatrix was beaming when she gestured towards Harry. “Alright, then this is where Harry comes in. Draco, Harry is a bright and talented boy but he did not survive the killing curse as a child because he was talented. He survived because of an ancient form of magic that his mother performed. She gave her life for his. Her love runs through his veins and it protects him.” Draco’s mouth dropped a little bit but he quickly restrained himself. “Now the home he lives in with his aunt and uncle is a muggle home and would normally not be the place for a young wizard. But he stays there because as long as he calls it home the blood that ran through his mother’s veins and runs through his aunt’s veins will keep him safe. Do you understand?”
Draco nodded, a little shocked. “The Dark Lord can’t touch him there.”
“Exactly right Draco. Now since you will not be going home because it will be too dangerous for you there you will need a place to live. The only person they will want to find and kill more then you will be Harry.”
“But Harry will be safe; his mother’s blood protects him. I-I have nothing to protect me.” Harry turned cold, he was anything but safe. Although he had to admit Draco had nothing compared to the support and love Harry had.
“Ah, ah. That’s where you’re wrong. If you two perform this bit of magic I have here on this piece of paper,” she reached down into her pocket and produced a bit of parchment, “and Harry is willing to share his mother’s protection with you, then you will both be safe. Provided you both agree to perform the spell and live together in Little Whinging with Harry’s aunt and uncle.” Draco looked nervously at Harry who could do nothing but nod his approval. A thought occurred to him though.
“What about the Dursley’s, they won’t like this.”
“Well professor Dumbledore has already spoken with them and they have agreed to take in Draco provided he stay out of the way and sleep in your room.” The idea of sleeping with Draco in the same room made Harry flush with nervousness. He was, more then he cared to admit, intrigued with the thought. And when he ventured a glance at the blond Slytherin he could guess that Draco felt the same way from his downcast eyes and the slight bit of color on the back of his neck.
“How exactly would I go about sharing my protection with Ma-Draco?” Harry asked in an attempt to vanish the picture of the sleeping Slytherin from his mind.
“By sharing your blood with him of course.”
“Oh, of course” Draco said under his breath.
“Um, what does that mean?” Harry asked curiously.
“Well,” she smiled at the confused youth, “You must each slice a gash into your own palms. Then you cut a slice into the others lower lip. You will each say the incantation and kiss the palm of the other in turn, first one then the other. Then you will bring your palms together and repeat the incantation together. That’s all, you will be blood bonded.” She smiled wide and waited for the boys reactions.
“I-err, will there be any residual side effects to the bond?” Malfoy asked shallowly. At this Bellatrix frowned slightly.
“Well you may be able to sense if the other is hurt or in danger. And occasionally feelings may…” She trailed off but Harry wasn’t going to let it slide.
“Feelings may what?”
“Well, on occasion if the witches or wizards involved a particularly interested in each other, then there feelings, um, intensify. But you boys can barely stand each other so that shouldn’t be a problem. Also I must warn you that I have heard the act of blood bonding is very physical and, how do I say, exciting.”
“Exciting?” Draco questioned suspiciously.
“Well, arousing.”
“Oh.” He fell silent.
“Well then, now that you both know all the particulars and have agreed to this why don’t you get started? Just take off your school robes and role up your sleeves.” She walked to the door, “This is quite personal so I will just leave you with the Spell and instructions. By the way it’s pronounced exactly as its sounds, Hemo-apoxia.” She then handed Harry a silver, jewel handled dagger. “For your palms and lips, the cuts don’t have to be too deep, but they must be substantial. If the bonding was formed correctly they will heal moments after you have broken contact. Remus and I will be in the kitchen. Good Luck!”
And with that, she was out the door.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry wanted to make sure that Draco didn’t feel pushed. These things rarely work when you’re forced.
“Of course I am Potter, I value my life. Though living with you in muggle hell will be rather horrible.” Harry could do nothing but stare into the silver eyes and disregard his snide remarks when Harry saw the fear that swims just beneath Draco’s surface. Harry simply nodded and stepped in front of Malfoy. He slid his robe off and threw it to the side and watched as Malfoy did the same. He could feel Malfoy’s hot breath on his face as his lifted his head up in pain from the gashes he made in his own palms. He was only coherent enough to hear Malfoy’s breathing hitch.
“Your turn,” said Harry smugly. He handed the now bloody handled dagger to Draco who took it with a swift glance at Harry’s hands. In a flash Draco had sliced down the middle of his own hands, with little more then a flinch. Harry was impressed. He didn’t have much time to concentrate because Malfoy’s words brought him back to the room.
“Hold still Potter.” Malfoy was grumbling when his hand shot up and caught Harry’s chin to hold it in place. Harry thought for a second that Malfoy was going to kill him but then he remembered about cutting each others lower lips. It seemed a little sexual for regular magic, but he brushed off his suspicion. When Draco lifted the cold dagger to Harry’s lip it sent a shiver through his whole body. He imagined Draco’s hot blood on the dagger dripping in to the cut on his lip. When the dagger finally cut through the skin Harry’s groin twitched in anticipation, he groaned and for a moment forgot it was his turn. He took the dagger Draco was holding out to him and lifted it to the blonds beautiful pouted lips. He saw Draco’s eyes slip shut when he brought the dagger down the half inch it took to cut the blonds lip. He looked to the table next to them and set the dagger down, only realizing on a double take that there was no blood on it.
Harry and Draco stood dumbly in the middle of the room staring at each other for a few moments before they noticed they were bleeding.
“Lets get on with it then before I bleed to death,” Draco held his palms out. Harry couldn’t help but smirk. He leaned over and took Draco’s hands in each one of his own and brought his lips to the right first and then the left. He felt a wave run through him and it seemed to center between his legs and his breathing became shallow as he stood up and said the spell.
“Hemo-apoxia.”
Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow but said nothing, for once. He reached down and took Harry’s hands in his own. Harry realized that for such pale skin it was rather warm and very soft. He felt Draco’s lips touch his left palm first and then his right. He felt the almost imperceptible little lick Draco gave to his right palm with a shudder. Draco lifted and spoke the words.
“Hemo-apoxia.”
Harry watched as Draco lifted his face. It was flushed with color and his silver eyes were glittering in the dim light of the room. Shaking a silky blond hair out of his face he put his hands out and gestured for Harry to do the same. Harry did and he felt Draco’s palms shiver beneath his before grasping their palms together. They both shook and struggled to stay up. It felt like hot blood and power were flowing back in forth in a circle between there hands. Draco tried to pull away but he couldn’t seem to move his hands. He looked up into Harry’s face to plead for help but Harry’s eyes were a deep green Draco had never seen before and half-lidded, filled with lust. He felt it mirrored back in his own and tried to get his body to move back but he unknowingly took a step forward. Harry watched as Draco closed the gap between them but it was as if he no longer had any control over his emotions. He was filled with heat and passion as the blood and magic flowed between them. Then he watched as Draco’s mouth parted just so and a little drop of blood formed on his lip and dripped down his chin.
Harry wanted it more then anything. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue out to lap up the drop of blood. Draco tensed but sighed comfortably at the touch and felt a hot shiver run through his body. Draco stepped forward again after Harry pulled away. They were now flush up against each other and Harry felt Draco’s hard cock press against his own impossible hard cock. That feeling caused Harry’s conscious mind to fly right out the window. He leaned forward and crushed his lips against Draco’s who hungrily opened his mouth and took in Harry’s tongue eagerly tasting all the Gryffindor had to offer.
There hands shot apart even though they barely noticed as the grabbed franticly at each other while the left over blood after the wounds had healed spread over their faces and clothes. They tore at each others cloths franticly biting and sucking and nibbling at each others necks and lips. Harry broke away for a moment to look at the beautiful blond angel before him and smiled fiercely. Draco smiled knowingly as well and grabbed the shorter boy around the waist and dragged him down to the floor. Harry covered Draco and ground his hips down into the boys groin eliciting moan after moan while he bit his lip. Pushing Harry pants down with his foot Draco was pleased to see the goody-two-shoes Gryffindor hadn’t worn any underwear. He flipped Harry over and began kissing down his body licking and nibbling at his nipples, circling each with his tongue before slithering down further and dipping his flattened tongue into Harry’s navel and feeling Harry writhe beneath him. Harry heard Draco hum softly as he licked and blew and sucked at his hip bone and his inner thigh. Harry reached at his sides desperately looking for something to grip as he fought not to thrust up. He abandoned this endeavor when in a swift fluid motion Draco took Harry in his mouth and enveloped him in intense heat and wetness. Harry moaned and cried out as he thrust up into the Slytherin’s waiting mouth, gripping the silver blond strands of hair in his fist. The heat was coursing through him pushing him closer to the edge but then Draco stopped. Harry whimpered in protest but was silenced when he felt Malfoy’s talented tongue dart out to tease him, out to lap at his balls, taking first the right and then the left one into his mouth. Rolling each one around in his mouth and suckling gently.
Harry was back to moaning when he felt Draco’s hand reaching up and sliding up over his stomach. Harry’s hand shot up from his side and he grasped Draco’s hand in his and intertwined their fingers. He lifted his head up and eyed Draco.
“Suck on it.” Draco’s words were short but his voice was gentle. Harry leaned down and sucked and the one of the fingers that was offered up to him. He took in the second and third into his mouth as well while Draco’s tongue flitted over his skin. Once Draco apparently felt they were wet enough he removed the fingers from Harry’s mouth and smiled. Harry smiled back and watched as Draco came up and planted a long and rough kiss on his lips. Before Harry knew it the kiss was over and Draco had shoved the first finger into his ass. Draco waited for Harry to adjust and when Harry finally laid back down and let out an even breath Draco inserted the second finger slowly and began scissoring them. Harry was breathing in sharp hitches and his back was arching up while he squeezed his eyes shut. Draco entered the third finger while burying his face in Harry’s pubic hair, savoring his scent. Harry smelled like sex and cinnamon. Once he was sufficiently stretched and was practically mewling under Draco’s ministrations Draco removed the fingers and lifted Harry’s legs up and placed an ankle on each of his shoulders. He looked at Harry and smiled warmly. Who smiled back shyly, face full of lust and wanting. Draco quickly used his pre-cum to lubricate his own cock and placed it at the entrance to Harry’s hole. Draco slowly pushed in and even though he had taken the time to prepare Harry properly he was still so tight. Draco brought his head down to taste his lover’s lips as he slide past the first ring of muscle. When he was the rest of the way in he waited for Harry to adjust to the fullness. He had never seen Harry look more beautiful. He eyes sparkling deep forest green and his face flush and pink, his hair wantonly all about and his lips parted just so, swollen and red. Harry dropped his legs down and wrapped them around Draco’s waist and began urging him forward. Harry had never felt so full in his whole life. He clawed at Draco’s back and pushed him forward with his legs. Draco started out slowly but soon he was pounding into Harry so hard that Harry cried out and pushed himself up meeting every one of Draco’s thrusts. Harry could hear himself panting eagerly but he didn’t care all he cared about were the stars he saw every time Draco hit that spot and the way Draco was chanting Harry’s name like a mantra under his breath in time with his thrusts. Harry felt himself coming close and as if Draco sensed it he reached between them and grabbed Harry’s cock and began fisting it quickly. Harry’s senses were in over drive and he clenched his muscles around Draco’s cock as he shot his seed over Draco’s hand and up his own chest. As he clenched and panted riding out his own orgasm he heard Draco scream out “HARRY!!” as he filled Harry up with burning but oh so wonderful fluid.
“Oh, sweet Merlin!” Harry cried letting his head smack the floor.
When it was over Draco collapsed on top of him and lay there for a moment. Harry smiled and ran his fingers through Draco’s hair.
“What was that exactly?” He heard Draco mumble into his shoulder.
“Amazing,” sighed Harry in response.
After the boys stood up and awkwardly got dressed they made their downstairs to the kitchen where Remus and Bellatrix sat talking at the Kitchen table. Harry blushed and hoped that they didn’t hear them. He was worried that maybe they had and would expect him and Draco to be…a couple. Something Harry wasn’t sure he wanted and if he did, he was sure it was something Draco would want nothing to do with. As it was Harry had always sort of “known” he liked boys, he was just having trouble grasping that maybe he liked a certain blonde boy. As they sat down and Remus poured them both some tea, Draco and Harry just stared at the floor nodding occasionally when asked whether or not they wanted some biscuits. Bellatrix lifted her eyebrow and contemplated the young men in front of her.
“Did everything go alright up there?”
“Yes!” Harry and Draco answered a little too quickly.
“Did you have sex?”
“Wh-what!” Harry cried spiting out his tea.
“Bella?” Remus seemed confused by the revelation of his friend.
“Well sometimes it’s common for the wizards or witches involved to loose control in the passion of bonding.”
“You KNEW!?!” Draco shouted.
“Well yes, but I didn’t think it would be a problem until I spoke to Remus who has informed me that you are both Gay.”
“You’re gay?” Harry eyed Draco.
“Yes, Potter if you haven’t noticed, I’m out. You on the other hand are not. Why weren’t we warned?” Draco said turning to Lupin.
Remus stared from one to the other and then back again while Harry changed progressively in color from light pink to a deep shade of crimson, almost purple even. Harry’s embarrassment obviously meant they did indeed have sex and this wasn’t some sort of sick joke. So he decided honesty was the best policy.
“To be honest Draco,” He started.
“Yes?”
“Well I had over-looked that particular side effect of the bonding.”
“OVER-LOOKED!!!” Now Draco was the one changing colors, but not out of embarrassment, out of anger. Harry’s face shot up in pain as Draco glared at the werewolf across the table from him.
“Stop fighting.” All eyes turned to the shaggy haired young man who had yet to rise into the argument as they had. “My blood aches.” Draco’s mouth opened in silent apology but Bellatrix was already answering.
“He’s right. The bond is still young and the blood is still fresh. No wonder the poor boy hurts. It probably feels like his blood is boiling from Draco’s anger”
“Right, right Bella,” said Remus agreeing.
Draco sat back down and looked sullenly at his tea and biscuits before venturing to break the silence. “When can me and Ha-Potter go back to Hogwarts?” Harry was visibly grinning like a fool on the other side of the table and Draco was happy he had elicited such a response.
“Yeah, Hermione and Ron said they would save me some food from the great feast. I really didn’t get a chance to eat.”
“Me neither,” Draco chimed in.
“Well I’m afraid that you won’t be going back to Hogwarts this evening, or until your seventh year. It’s just not safe.” This time it was Harry who was ready for a row. Harry stared at Remus and stood up.
“When has anything I’ve ever done been safe? I got through this by knowing I would go back and talk to Ron and Hermione about it! I won’t see them all summer and now I won’t even see them before I leave!” Harry’s hands were balled into little fists and Draco felt the power coursing through him like a penetrating heat in his blood. Little beads of sweat were breaking out on the blond’s forehead as he tried to focus on the angry wizard before him.
“Now Harry.”
“No. I want to go back. I will go back! He stood up in a rush and stomped into the living room. He didn’t even hear the yelp of pain from the kitchen.
“HARRY!” Lupin was standing up ready to follow but Draco was already up and out of the room. Frantically he lunged at Harry and tackled him on the floor.
“Ger-off Malfoy!” Harry panted for breath but before he knew what was going on he was seeing red. Red against creamy ivory skin.
“See, I’m bleeding you stupid git!” Draco voice was pleading with Harry, who ignored the insult and lifted up his own hand to see blood. Although the moment the boys touched the wounds healed. The blood was a reminder.
“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean for you to…get hurt.” Harry’s stuttered apology was enough for Draco who stood up and strode to the kitchen with Harry at his heels. Bellatrix was waiting for them with towels.
“We should have told you that for the first night you shouldn’t move too far away from each other, and you most certainly won’t be able to floo separately until tomorrow.
“How are we getting home then?” Harry, feeling defeated, asked Bee.
“Tomorrow Ron, Hermione, and Blaise will be bringing your things here on orders from the headmaster. We will spend the day together. Then since they will also have brought there own things they will be use a portkey to get to the platform and you two will floo to Privet Drive.” Bellatrix clapped her hands to signal her finish, “But now I think its best that you both go upstairs to yours and Ron’s room, Harry, and lend Draco some cloths to sleep in for the night. You’ll need to be rested they will be here quite early.”
Harry smiled genuinely and widely as he started to head for the stairs. He turned to beckon to Draco who was still now looking questioningly at Bellatrix.
“How did you convince Blaise to come here?”
“With a little creative thinking my dragon. Now off to bed with you.” Her nose crinkled as she smiled and pointed to the stairs Harry stood on. Leaning forward she kissed Draco’s cheek, “Goodnight my dragon.”
“G’night.” Draco mumbled and turned for the stairs.
The Dawn streamed in and fell across the dark and unruly hair of Harry Potter. He moaned and flipped over, covering his eyes with his hand. It didn’t even occur to him that he had closed the blinds last night before he and Draco went to bed.
“Aww, isn’t he just adorable first thing in the morning?” An unfamiliar and sarcastic drawl similar to Draco’s filled the room. Harry lifted his messy haired head to see the source and was greeted with three figures standing in the doorway, each carrying several bags with a large trunk levitating in front of them. A bushy haired figure he recognized had her wand out and pointed at the window.
“Yeah,” said the figure, failing to notice Harry had woken, “Malfoy’s not half bad when he doesn’t have that ugly sneer plastered on his face.”
Harry’s laugh was cut off by Draco’s muffled voice coming from the bed across from Harry’s.
“Thanks Granger but your not my type anyway.”
“Right, haven’t you heard Hermione?” Ron looked at her in faux shock. “Malfoy prefers blokes!”
“That’s right Weasley, now don’t you get excited. I don’t do poor ginger haired weasels either.”
This time Harry’s laugh was loud enough for the three to turn towards him and ignore the blond whose head was still buried in his pillow.
“Good morning mate, how’d you sleep?”
“Fine.”
“That’s a shock,” Hermione bristled as she glanced at Malfoy who had been greeted by Blaise plopping down on his back, “considering the company.”
“At least he doesn’t snore.” Harry smirked before breaking out in fits of laughter as his roommate grew steadily pinker almost matching his bright red hair color.
“Does ginger headed weasel snore scar head? If I had known it reminded you of that dilapidated place he calls a house I would have snored to make you feel more at home.”
“Shove off Malfoy!” Ron stood glaring at the two Slytherins.
“No Ron! He’s not worth it.” Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron’s waist as she lowered him back down to Harry’s bed.
“Don’t you have any standards Weasley?” This time the speaker was Blaise. “I mean really, even if you’re poorer then a house elf, your still a pure blood. Letting her put her filthy mud blood hands all over you, disgusting.”
Harry threw back his covers before anyone could move, his pajama pants hung low on his hips and his torso was completely bare, showing off his lean seekers build. His wand was at Blaise’s throat in a matter of milliseconds.
“Oh, and you think you and Malfoy are so much better then her. Right?!?” Harry was glaring down his wand into the boys face. “Well guess what, your little blond boyfriend here isn’t anymore pure blood then I am!”
“What?” Blaise looked confused. “Boyfriend? Potter, first of all, lets get one thing straight, I like pussy. Second, Malfoy here is like the poster boy for pure bloods.”
Hermione noticed Draco fidgeting and becoming suddenly interested in the pattern of the quilt that lay over him. He didn’t even sit up at Harry’s insult and she wondered if maybe Harry had found something out about Malfoy last night.
“Not anymore he’s not,” said Harry with a small grin on his face, “isn’t that right Draco?”
Draco lay still, not looking up and with his eyes closed. “Right Malfoy!”
“He’s right.” Draco said softly, sitting up and letting the quilt fall into his lap, his sweat soaked ivory skin glistened in the streaks of daylight that came through the window. His silver eyes darted from one person to the next, scanning the room before resting on Harry. “Last night in order to protect me from the Dark Lord-”
“Voldemort.” Harry cut in.
“Voldemort, Harry had to share his blood with me so that I could have the same protection he does. Half the blood in my body is his and half the blood in his body is mine. And now we are bonded, for life.” The shocked silence that enveloped the room was thick with curiosity but neither Harry nor Draco wanted to offer up any of the answers to the unasked questions.
No one spoke. Just stared at the space between Harry and Draco as if the whole thing was a dream and any minute now they would all walk up and the feast would never have happened and nothing would be different then every other end of the year. But it was not a dream and eventually Draco grew wary of the silence.
“Well if you’re all done gawking at us like goldfish then get out so I can get dressed!” He snatched the black bag from Blaise and shoved his friend hard towards the door. Blaise blinked but nodded and walked out of the room. Hermione walked to the door and stopped when Ron turned back to Harry.
“Are you coming?”
“No, I have to get dressed too.”
“With Malfoy?” Ron stared incredulously, ignoring Hermione tugging at his sleeve.
“Yes, we-”
But Harry was cut off by Malfoy.
“Merlin Weasel, we fucked! I think we can get dressed in the same bloody room.”
Hermione blushed. She wondered if her guesses about Harry’s sexual orientation were right the minute he mentioned the blood bond, she also wondered about the side effects. Now it seemed as if Draco Malfoy had spelled it out for her. Harry was also blushing profusely and glaring at Malfoy.
“What.” Ron was franticly looking from Harry to Draco trying to take in what Draco had said. Harry made to talk to Ron but Hermione was one step ahead of him. She pulled a one very stunned Weasley out of the bedroom and closed the door with a flick of her wand. Meanwhile Draco was doubled over in laughter.
“Did you see the look on Weasley’s face?” Harry turned from Draco but couldn’t help the smile that began to form on his lips.
Harry decided he would let Malfoy’s comment slide since he was going to be living with Draco all summer. Not to mention Ron would have found out anyways, at least now Draco had saved Harry from doing the actual deed of telling Ron he liked boys. Even if the first boy he even kissed was that slimy, vain, curiously attractive, flaxen haired, silver eyed Slytherin git.
Harry’s feelings on the subject were entirely too muddled to worry about at the moment, so he focused on ignoring Draco’s snickering and putting on his clothes. He bent down into his trunk to find a pair of briefs and when he glanced back to see why Draco had stopped laughing he was greeted with Draco’s gaze resting fixedly on his ass. Seeing his opportunity he wiggled a little bit and bent down further to bury his head in his trunk.
His reward: an audible gasp from his blond nemesis.
“S’there something on my pants Malfoy?” Harry was determined to catch Draco off guard. Harry stood up and faced Draco, smirking at the blonds slightly parted lips as Draco anxiously licked them.
“What are you on about Potter?” Malfoy’s sneer returned just as soon as it had gone. Harry wasn’t about to be coerced into another argument just yet, he smiled at Malfoy’s glare.
“Oh, just enjoying the view then are you?” He turned away from Draco and let his hands glide down his sun kissed sides and rest on the waist band of his pajama pants before sliding them slowly down to the floor. Then carefully stepping out of the crumpled fabric he picked up a pair of gray briefs and slipped them on before turning back to the blond. Draco was rummaging through his knapsack pulling out item after item and trying to look as though he hadn’t been watching Harry. The noticeable bulge in his pajama bottoms and the slight twinge of flush on his face and neck gave him away though. He straightened up with a pair of cargo pants in one hand and a black wife beater in the other and stared at Harry, who had been watching him.
“Do you plan on going to your Aunt and Uncles in that Potter?”
“No, I don’t think my Uncle Vernon would like you drooling all over his furniture.”
Draco smirked.
“Probably not, but then again, that wouldn’t be a problem since Malfoy’s don’t drool. We leave the groveling to lesser wizards.”
With that he untied the string at the waist band of his own pants and let hem drop to the floor. Harry, who hadn’t expected this, watched as the semi-hard blond sauntered back to his bed and turned his back on the now very unexpectedly warm ebony haired youth.
Draco was annoyed that Harry would flaunt himself when he knew that the bond was still wreaking havoc on their emotions, so he decided he would play the game.
He dropped the shirt he planned on wearing on to the bed and without putting on briefs or boxers he slipped his feet into the pants. Harry watched as the light khaki material slid up Draco’s thighs and over the downy fine blond hairs and then fit themselves tightly on his round ass and fall snuggly low on his hips. Draco’s back muscles shifted as he stretched his arms over his head and the tank top draped over his torso. Harry’s mouth was watering at the sight of the black wife beater against the pale creamy skin and he was red with anger at the sly Slytherin.
Draco, having had his revenge, grinned widely and arched a brow at his salivating arch rival before slipping on a pair of muggle sneakers, shaking his head softly to ruffle his hair and moving into the hallway, closing the door behind him. Harry rushed to finish dressing, taking particular care choosing a plain white v-neck t-shirt that fit him just right and a pair of jeans that, although they weren’t as tight as Draco cargo’s, framed his ass perfectly and made the muscles on his legs stand out. They were torn on both knees and the right back calf and front right thigh. They were very fashionable in muggle circles and he was sure they would catch Draco’s attention. Even though he wasn’t sure exactly why he wanted to catch Draco’s attention.
Draco walked down the stairs to the Kitchen. When he entered all eyes were on him. Building himself up, he sauntered over to Bellatrix and kissed her on the cheek before sitting down. Hermione was a blushing shade of crimson and Ron looked steadily at the floor, Blaise however stared openly at Draco.
“So my Slytherin dragon how was the boy-who-lived?”
“It was a side effect of the bonding. Even Granger would have been great.”
If Hermione could have been any redder she would have been right then. Ron flushed and sat up.
“Could we please not talk about it?”
Blaise batted his eyes innocently at Ron.
“But Ron, I’m only curious about one thing.” Turning to Draco he assumed a serious expression, “Who was on top?”
Harry followed the yelling all the way down the stairs, past the portrait of Mrs. Black and into the kitchen, what he found there shocked him. Ron dove across the table and landed squarely on Blaise’s chest with a growl. Harry may have been in shock but regained his composure enough to dart towards the two rolling around on the floor. Before he reached them however they were thrown apart from a well aimed charm from Remus.
“Enough!” he shouted at the two of them, now on the floor in opposite corners of the room.
Everyone watched as he glared between the two boys. No one realizing really what had happened. No one except Blaise and Ron, who both knew the little remark he had mouthed at Ron from across the table. Ron looked furiously at Blaise who sat calmly on the floor.
“What’s going on here?” Harry said sternly looking almost as mad as Lupin.
“He-He said. Harry he,” Ron pointed angrily at Blaise, “keeps calling ‘Mione a mud blood.”
“I said no such thing!”
“You mouthed it to me you stupid prat, it’s just as bad!”
Lupin was fuming and shaking with rage but before he could reprimand Blaise, Bellatrix stood up. She was in a pair of light blue jeans and a tight fitting gray shirt. She reached out and helped Blaise off of the ground and then walked over to Ron and did the same. Everyone was captivated with her movement because it seemed so strange. Then she looked from Remus to Ron and then to Hermione before speaking.
“Forgive him. I was a Slytherin once too and believe me when I say he doesn’t know any better.” Then she turned her gaze back on Blaise. “Ignorance is no excuse Blaise Zambini. Apologize to Hermione because not only is she not a pure blood but because she is the brightest witch of her age I have ever seen and if I ever hear you say that or hear that you said that again I will make sure it’s the last thing that comes out of your mouth.”
Blaise blinked and opened and closed his mouth several times before making eye contact with Hermione and apologizing. She accepted it with a nod and everyone breathed a little easier when they sat down. After eating a big breakfast of biscuits, bacon, eggs and hash browns the very full witches and wizards leaned back and surprisingly just enjoyed each others company.
Miraculously Ron and Blaise didn’t argue once, unless you count their disagreement on the new chaser for the Chudley Cannons. Draco even got into the argument, on Ron’s side no less, saying that the new chaser was bollocks. Harry smiled at his dysfunctional table mates and wondered if maybe he had witnessed the beginning of something new, a new friendship and new kinship. If maybe, just maybe he had witnessed the most historic reunification in European history since Germany, the reunification of Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Just then there was a loud pop and standing before the bickering table stood professor Dumbledore smiling down at them.
“I take it all has gone quite well?” he said looking at them over his half moon spectacles, eyes twinkling and his eyebrow arched in amusement.
“Why Dumbledore, of course everything went just fine. I rather think we should be getting ready to go soon but other then that the bonding went without a hitch and the boys things arrived bright and early this morning.” Harry thought Bellatrix was reminding him more and more of Mrs. Weasley every time she spoke.
“Good. Well I came to make sure everything was in order.” He looked around the table and grinned again. “And how are my students doing?”
“Quite well.” Hermione piped in.
“Well, Ms. Granger I believe that it was only a matter of time before we put those silly little feuds behind us.” He looked purposefully at Harry and Draco. “Now I expect you will be very busy packing and whatnot so I will not keep you. I just wanted to make sure everyone knew what was happening. The floo system is being watched but with a secure connection I believe Harry and Draco will be able to return to Harry’s Aunt and Uncles between 1 o’clock and 2. The three of you,” he motioned at Ron, Hermione and Blaise, “will use a port key to get to platform 9 ¾. I must stress that the three of you will then return here. You are only going to the platform in order to keep up appearances. The Weasley’s will be there to pick you up. Blaise your mother and father have decided it would be best for you to stay here because if your involvement with young Messer’s Potter and Malfoy gets out, you could be in grave danger.”
Blaise nodded his head and shared a sympathetic glance with Hermione and Ron, who both knew what it was like to be in danger.
“So know that everything is rightly settled I should get back to Hogwarts. I have students to Shepard and the train is leaving momentarily. I’ll see you all quite soon I expect. Harry, Draco, we’ll be in touch.” Then with a loud pop he was gone as soon as he appeared.
“Alright you heard the man, let’s get ready to go. Harry, Draco are you all packed?” They both nodded fervently at Lupin who stood up and shooed them out of the kitchen. “Well go on, get your things, Blaise, Hermione, Ron go upstairs and wait by the port key, it’s almost 1:30 and we have to get Draco and Harry out of here.”
Within minutes Harry was standing in front of the fireplace with Lupin, Bellatrix and Draco starring down the barrel of a whole summer spent only with the Dursley’s and Draco for company. He was strangely nervous while wondering what life with Draco would be like. Before he knew it Bellatrix and Remus engulfed him in a big hug and pushed him toward the fireplace.
“Number 4 Privet Drive!” Harry was immediately consumed with warmth as he moved from fireplace to fireplace. He landed with a thump and rolled into the living room of his Aunt and Uncles place covered in soot. He only had a second to look over his would-be family before Draco rolled in beside him. The Dursley’s all watched with bated breath. Then without warning Uncle Vernon began to change colors.
“Get to your room boy and take that other abomination with you!”
Harry stood hurriedly and grabbed the bag he dropped before moving for the stairs. He was already on the first step when he realized Draco hadn’t moved. Harry felt a scorching heat fill his body and his palms ached as they began to bleed slightly.
“Oh, no” he said quietly as he turned on his heel to look back into the living room. Draco was now standing and looking defiantly at Harry’s Uncle Vernon who was equally glaring back at the blond.
“Don’t you ever call Harry or me an abomination again you FILTHY MUD-BLOOD MUGGLE!” Harry beamed with pride. As Draco stalked towards the stairs Harry’s blood began to cool. He smiled at Draco who begrudgingly smirked back.
“So, do we get to share a bed Potter? I hope yours is big enough to accommodate both of us.” Draco spoke as he walked by and began to ascend the stairs. “I always sleep on the left, that won’t be a problem will it Potter?” he said as Harry watched him round the corner.
Harry thought, as he bounded up the stairs after the Slytherin, that maybe a summer with Draco wouldn’t be so bad after all.