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Honour Bound	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42041 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 10
- 11
- 12
Honour Bound
by Draeconin

See Chapter One for disclaimer and details.

Chapter Eleven

When Harry woke the next morning, he knew immediately that something was different. He felt both awkward, and more comfortable, and just a little too warm. It was when he tossed the covers back and opened his eyes that he discovered why everything felt different. He was rather intimately entangled with Draco. A brief look at his surroundings left him relieved to find that he was still on his own side of the bed. He couldn't be blamed for this; although he probably would be, he admitted to himself, ruefully.
As the chill morning air hit them, Draco tensed against it, and then attempted to move closer to the only source of heat - Harry.
"Um... Draco? Wake up," Harry said, softly. His only response was a bit of a grumble from the blond. He lay there for a few moments, watching the blonde sleep. Draco was a very beautiful young man; his graceful features lending an almost effeminate appearance, yet he was still quite definitely male. Harry felt a wave of tenderness wash over him, and before he knew what he was doing, he had leant over, and placed an equally tender kiss on the sleeping lips. When he raised back up, he saw Draco, still mostly asleep, stick his tongue out to lick the lips he'd just kissed. Harry grinned, then began to chuckle, lightly and quietly, but audibly.
Draco sleepily opened his eyes. It took him a couple of seconds to process the situation, but then his eyes widened, and he pushed Harry away - hard.
Harry yelped as he was propelled over onto the edge of the bed, where he teetered for a split second, grabbing for something - anything - to keep him from falling, before he lost the fight with gravity, and fell to the floor. He rolled over onto his back, having landed mostly on his bum, anyway, propped himself up on his elbows, and waited, seething just a bit. He didn't have to wait long.
A blonde head appeared over the side of the bed, and peered down. "Harry?"
"Yes, Draco?" Harry said, in an exaggeratedly patient voice.
"You weren't on my side of the bed."
"Just figured that out, did you?" Harry said in the same tones.
"Well, how was I to know? You probably dragged me over to you," Draco said, an odd note in his voice.
Harry looked up at him. "You'd best not be laughing at me," he said.
Draco shook his head wildly, lips pressed tightly together, then lost the fight, and fell back onto the bed, bursting out into wild laughter.
Harry had never heard the blonde laugh so unrestrainedly, but the teen male code of honour would not allow him to let Draco get away with pushing him out of bed, then laughing at him about it. He scrambled to his feet, then leant over the laughing young man, one hand surreptitiously getting a firm hold on his pillow. "So you thought that was funny, did you?" Harry asked threateningly, with a huge grin.
Draco looked up at him, and nodded several times as he continued to laugh; until Harry suddenly yanked his pillow off the bed and brought it crashing down on the blonde.
Draco stopped laughing, his face having a look of comic shock upon it, his mouth dropped open. "You didn't just hit me with a pillow, Potter," he said, dire threats in his tone.
"Didn't I?" Harry replied, still grinning. "I could have sworn that was me."
Suddenly, Draco was moving, grabbing his own pillow, and swinging it at Harry. Soon the room was ringing with laughter, playful threats, and rapidly moving bodies as they dodged and swung their pillows. About ten minutes later, Draco grabbed the pillow Harry was swinging at him, but instead of retaliating, he clutched both pillows to him, and fell onto the bed, throwing the pillows behind him, and away from Harry, as he did so.
Harry threw himself face down onto the bed next to Draco. After a long moment, he propped him up on his elbows, and looked down into the blonde's face. And all of a sudden, he felt very awkward, and shy. He'd tasted those lips before; once in a heady moment of power, and once while the blonde was asleep. But now...
Harry slowly lowered his head toward Draco's.
Draco must have sensed Harry's movement, because he suddenly opened his eyes, raising up at the same time.
Disaster. Their lips and foreheads crashed together. Instant pain. Draco fell back, and Harry pulled back, both lifting hands to injured areas.
"Merlin's beard, Potter!" Draco moaned. "What were you doing?"
Harry blushed crimson. "Um... Trying to kiss you?"
"Remind me never to let you do that, again," the blonde replied, licking his bruised lips in a manner oddly reminiscent of earlier.
"You seemed to like it this morning," Harry said, a bit sullenly.
Draco lifted shocked eyes to Harry's. "What? What are you on about?"
Harry sat up and turned away from the blonde, too embarrassed to face him any longer. "Nothing."
Dim memory slowly filtered back to Draco, as he struggled to remember what Harry could be talking about. And blushed at what he'd ascribed to a dream. "Oh."
Harry sat straight, as shocked fear hit him. "You remember?" he whispered.
"It... It was nice," Draco admitted.
Harry was afraid to say anything.
"If you promise not to ram into me again..."
"What?" Harry prompted, a lump in his throat.
"Would you like to try again?"
Harry slowly leant forward, watching Draco carefully as he did so. Their lips met. The kiss was still awkward, at least at first, as they were both nervous, but it improved with practice.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
As the days wore on, it could be seen that Hermione and Ron, both, were miserable. Harry and Draco had some of the same classes with the Gryffindors, so saw them there, and it was inevitable that they'd run into one or the other of them in the halls, or on the grounds once in awhile. Harry avoided looking at them whenever possible, but Draco noticed that 'the Weasel' had started shooting thoughtful looks at them, as though he might be reconsidering his position vis-a-vis Draco and Harry having feelings for each other. Hermione, on the other hand, looked both sad and angry, but also stubborn.
Harry had found that having Lilorienne as a friend had many bonuses as she showed him, and consequently Draco, shortcuts from one part of the castle to another, drastically cutting walking distances. He had also found out, the hard way, what it meant to have her angry with you, when he'd inadvertently insulted her, due to his lack of knowledge of Fae culture. He had asked her if she had any children. Evidently children were so precious, they were kept secret until their majority, which was not judged by some arbitrary number, but by their ability to care for and protect themselves, and by finishing their training. Asking about children was forbidden.
Harry had been stuck on a staircase for four hours, as she moved first one end, and then the other, whenever he tried to get off. She'd been in a pretty good humour afterward, having 'played' with him long enough to become amused by his various attempts to escape, and his swearing. She hadn't had much of a chance to hear muggle swear words before, and she thought it was hilarious that they'd use sexual references to mean something bad.
Although he wouldn't admit it until much later, Harry rather thought she had a point. From everything he'd heard, everyone loved to have sex (he hoped he'd be able to find out about more than masturbation, soon - and then blushed as he realised he would probably be exploring it with Draco, and hoped he wouldn't make too much of a berk of himself); so why were sexual references used as swear words? Well, some of them, obviously, were references to taboos, such as incest, but what of others? They really didn't make much sense as swear words. He resolved to use his words more carefully, in future.
So by the end of that four hour session on the stairs, Harry was not only completely frustrated and angry, but humiliated, as well. He just thanked the stars that nobody else had been witness to his humiliation. And that, in itself, was strange, when he came to think of it later. There was almost always someone coming or going. But none for four hours? He wound up assuming Lilorienne had done something, but that was a mystery that he never did solve.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
"Damn it, Ron, it's just not right! That arse, Malfoy, is going to wind up hurting Harry."
"Not if they're soul bonded, Herm. And I can't believe I'm defending that git!" Ron exclaimed, his face screwed up in a moue of distaste.
"But it's Malfoy! Five years of insults, put-downs, and malevolence, and I'm supposed to be happy that Harry's stuck with him for the rest of his life? Oh, sure, I didn't like the idea of Harry enslaving him, but I wanted to get him free of that arse! And now!"
"Now... What? Your religious beliefs?"
"What are you on about?" Hermione inquired, with angry puzzlement.
"I snuck back and listened, when Harry found us talking the last time," Ron explained.
"Oh, that," Hermione said, dismissively. "I couldn't very tell him the truth, could I? It sounded so...petty! But Harry deserves so much better!"
"Actually, it sounds like me. And I don't much like hearing it, now I'm on the listening end. And yeah, I think Harry could've done better if he would have had a choice, but he didn't, other than letting someone - even Malfoy - be mistreated, tortured, and probably killed. And he wouldn't be Harry if he could do that, would he? He's still my friend, Herm," Ron said softly, willing his former girlfriend to see reason.
"I thought we were on the same side, Ron?" Hermione exclaimed softly, with the hurt of perceived betrayal in her voice.
"You know me, Herm; I don't change my mind easily. But..." Ron sighed. "I miss Harry. Don't you?"
The girl mumbled something.
"What?"
Hermione straightened up, looked Ron square in the eye, and defiantly repeated, "I said, 'Not enough to put up with Malfoy'." She then expounded on the subject. "I love him, Ron; probably as much as you do. And if Malfoy were out of the picture, I'd be there in a flash. But you don't know how it feels, Ron. When Malfoy looked at me, it felt as though he thought he was looking at the filthiest and most common - insect - on the planet! Just being around him now, seeing him, makes me feel the need for a hot shower, and a vigorous scrub."
Ron looked at her compassionately. For the sake of their friendship, and the brief romantic relationship they had shared, he wanted to take her in his arms, and comfort her. But she was supposed to be the smart one; the logical one. How had she allowed Malfoy to affect her so? While he could feel for her, he still couldn't forget that she had betrayed him - thrown away their nascent relationship - and had tried to betray Harry. True, she had thought it to be in Harry's best interests, but that was no excuse. And as long as she continued to think her actions were justified, there could be no forgiveness.
Ron shook his head sadly. "You betrayed us, Herm," he said gently. "You betrayed our relationship, and you tried to betray Harry. You did betray his trust, and mine. You're supposed to be the brains. Even if you had succeeded, what do you suppose the result would have been?"
Hermione's only response was to defiantly raise her chin a fraction further.
Ron's shoulders sagged, and then he turned, and left.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
Over the next few weeks, Draco and Harry became more comfortable with each other, although they didn't try to take their physical relationship any further than some light kissing and petting. Harry didn't push it, because he didn't want Draco to feel pressured. Draco didn't push it, because he didn't want to scare Harry off; at least that's what he kept telling himself. Truthfully, he was, himself, scared; scared of being vulnerable, and scared that he might prove to be less than competent. He was aware, also, that he shouldn't be scared. The fact that he was, told him how much he truly cared; and that in itself scared him.
Draco kept tutoring Harry in the ways of the wizarding world's elite, finances, and politics. Harry surprised the blonde with how well he was both learning, and retaining the information. Under Draco's guidance, Harry was slowly expanding his wardrobe of formal wear, most of which was not robes, although formal robes were desirable for certain obligatory functions.
Harry was also building Draco's wardrobe. As his consort, Draco had to look the part.
He had also invested, again with Draco's advice, in other holdings and businesses, expanding both his wealth, and his influence. Among these acquisitions, through proxies, he bought controlling interest in some of the more troublesome media, including "The Daily Prophet", with an eye towards nudging them to more truthful reporting. He didn't have Rita Skeeter fired, however. That would have set her loose to create havoc elsewhere. Instead, he had her 'promoted' to editor of advertising, where she could have no personal input.
Ron started going out of his way to be civil, and even friendly. However, since the redhead had yet to actually address the issues, Harry was only civil in return; a reaction which had Ron perplexed. Harry's frustration with Ron's obliviousness was slowly growing. Eventually, he'd let the redhead know what was what. He only hoped he'd not hex the Gryffindor in the process.
Insofar as Hermione was concerned... Well, she might as well have dropped off the edge of the world, for all the attention she paid either of her former cohorts, and did her best to pretend that Draco didn't exist. However, the situation with Harry and Draco, and their bond, was now beyond anyone's ability to affect. It was now up to them; and no matter how they handled it, no matter what might go wrong, they'd always be soul mates. What Hermione nor the boys knew, was that a Fae soul bond was just a bit different than a human soul bond.

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