Forced Bonding

Chapter Twelve:

Sorry for the slow update. This chappie was giving me trouble.

Ok, because of the very small amount of reviews I got for the final battle chappie, it must be bad. I’ve decided not to rewrite it though. I hope that I didn’t lose any readers because of it. And once again, NO this fic is not going to have mpreg. Also, I am amazed that so many people liked my Lucius and was sad to see him die. It’s making me think of pulling a soap opera stunt and finding a realistic way to bring him back to life, I.E. it was somebody polyjuiced to make everyone think he is dead. What do you think? If the majority of you like the idea, I will seriously consider it. I’m not saying for sure that I will do it, but I will consider it. A few people commented that they didn’t see the final battle coming. That was on purpose. Everybody was looking forward to the bonding chapter, but they didn’t expect the battle to come so quickly. I like being sneaky……hehehe….Now, on with the story. ;-}
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Harry stood in the doorway of his and Draco’s bedroom, watching his ‘husband’ and ‘mother-in-law’ were sleeping. After Draco had calmed down from the initial shock of finding out his father was dead, Harry and ushered Narcissa and Draco to their apartment. She had settled him in bed, but he had not wanted her to leave, so she held him in her arms until they both fallen asleep. He hoped that their dreams were at least peaceful, since he was sure the next several days would not be.

He moved closer to the bed to watch Draco sleep. His bond mate was definitely beautiful; Harry had to admit that. Stepping a little closer to the bed, Harry saw that Draco was awake.

“Hey. I was just checking up on you. How are you doing?”

“I don’t know. Kind of numb. I can’t believe he is actually dead! Nobody was supposed to die Harry, that’s why we did all this. Why did he answer that summons? He had to know it was a trap!”

“I don’t know Draco. I really don’t know. Why don’t you go back to sleep, it might make you feel better.”

“Will you hold me Harry? There is plenty of room.”

“Sure, scoot over a bit,” answered Harry. He toed off his shoes and removed his shirt, then crawled into the enormous bed. Once he was under the covers, he scooted closer to Draco and put his arms around him. Draco snuggled closer and laid his head on Harry’s chest.

“I’m sorry Harry.”

“Sorry for what?” Harry was confused. There was nothing to be sorry about.

“You bonded with me for life, to protect me from Voldemort, only to destroy him the day after we bond. Talk about irony. It was all for nothing. We could have just stayed hidden in the castle until he was destroyed. There was no reason to go to such extreme measures. Now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life and you don’t even like me.”

“Draco, I don’t mind really. I was willing to do it, and believe me, I thought about the possibility that I might kill him soon after we bonded. I thought things through before I consented to do this. Not all Gryffindor’s are foolhardy you know. And for what it’s worth, I do like you. I also like the fact that you are not impressed with the whole boy-who-lived thing. Too many people think they know me, and think they love me, but none of them know who I am. None of them can see past the media hype about me. You were never impressed with me, and I like that about you. Now, be quiet and go to sleep. We can talk more in the morning.”

“Thank you Harry,” said Draco, before falling asleep. Harry joined him in slumber a few moments later. It had been a long day.

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Sometime later Harry woke up to the sound of someone crying. He lifted his head to look around the room. It was Narcissa. He was sitting on the end of the bed with her head in her hands, sobbing her grief.

Harry quickly climbed out of bed, but was careful not to disturb Draco. He walked around the bed and knelt down in front of Narcissa.

“I am so sorry I couldn’t protect him Mrs. Malfoy.”

She looked up at Harry in confusion.

“How could you have protected him Harry? You didn’t even know he was in danger. We were supposed to be in hiding. And besides, you are supposed to protect Draco, not us.”

“But I didn’t protect him. He is hurt right now, and I don’t know if it’s our bond, or my past loss, or what, but I hurt inside too. I feel his pain, and it breaks me heart to know that it is coming from him,” said Harry, his emotions clear on his face.

“You are such a sweet boy, so much like your mother. I remember when we were in school together she used to always mother the younger students. They went to her before they went to the prefect and Head boy or girl. Before she became on herself, of course. She always had to help everyone, and blamed herself if something happened, even if it was beyond her control. I was NOT surprised when I heard what she did for you. It was just like Lily. I regret that we were not friends.”

“I think she would have liked you, and thank you for telling me about my mother. Everybody always tells me about my dad; how much we look alike, how much we fly alike, and if you listen to Professor Snape, how much we act alike. No one ever tells me about my mum.”

Narcissa gave a slight chuckle before responding.

“Severus always did hate James, and not for what you think. He was in love with Lily, and James had her. He hated him with a passion when your parents got together, and it became apparent that it was forever. My cousin Sirius found out about it. That’s why he lured Severus into the tunnel that night. Your mother found out, and made your father go save him. Lily knew that Severus loved her. She was flattered, and wanted to be his friend, but after that night, Severus had nothing to do with any of them. It wasn’t long after that that my husband talked him into becoming a Death Eater.”

Harry just looked at Narcissa in shock.

“Professor Snape was in love with my mother? I never saw that one coming!” was all he could say. Narcissa threw her head back and laughed.

“Dear Harry, maybe you are like your father! That was all he could dwell on too!”

Soon Harry joined her in her laughter. Unfortunately, it woke Draco up.

“What in Merlin’s name could the two of you be laughing at? My father, YOUR husband, is dead, and yet here you are, laughing!”

“Oh Draco, don’t take it the wrong way. I had to do something, or I would be in hysterics, curled up in a corner somewhere.”

“I don’t know how you can laugh at a time like this,” he said.

“Draco, people deal with their grief in many different ways. When Sirius died, I isolated myself. I stayed in my room all summer and barely came out. Hermione told me later that some people get angry and lash out at everything, and some people try to find joy in even the smallest of things, to try and take away their pain.” explained Harry.

“What ever. I’m going to take a shower,” replied Draco, before storming into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Oh dear. I think he is really mad,” said Narcissa, tears running down her face.

“I think I should go talk to him. He isn’t mad anymore, he’s crying right now,” said Harry.

Narcissa looked relieved that he wasn’t mad, but she was worried about her son. He was taking this harder than she thought he would. He had always loved his father, but made no secret that his devotion to the Dark Lord sickened him to no end. She only hoped that Harry could bring him back from his grief.

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Harry slowly opened the door and stepped in the bathroom. Draco had started the shower and got undressed, but now he was sitting on the floor crying.

“Draco? I’m sorry about us laughing, but I think it made your mum feel a bit better.”

“I’m not mad Harry. I never really was. I just wish I could laugh. Maybe it would make ME feel better,” said Draco, his voice think with tears.

“Maybe I can make you feel better. What do you want me to do?” asked Harry, kneeling in front of Draco.

Draco looked up at Harry with red-rimmed eyes.

“Make love to me Harry, maybe that will take away the pain.”

Harry smiled and lightly kissed Draco on the lips, before moving away and turning off the shower.

“How about we get in the tub? I’ve never used it yet,” said Harry.

He moved over and turned on the taps. They were very similar to the ones in the prefect’s bathroom, but on a smaller scale.

He walked over to Draco, who was just watching Harry, and pulled him to his feet and led him to the bathtub. He gently removed Draco’s cloths, and then took his own off. By this time, the bathtub was full, so he turned off the taps and led Draco into the tub. He sat down with a sigh and opened his arms to Draco, who moved over to him and sat between Harry’s legs.

“Are you sure you want to make love Draco? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to make love to me, please,” moaned Draco.

Harry turned Draco around and kissed him gently. Draco was very passive, letting Harry do all the work. Harry understood that Draco needed to be taken care of. He felt an overwhelming need to take away all Draco’s pain.

After kissing every inch of Draco’s skin not in the water, Harry gently lifted Draco out of the water, to sit on the edge of the tub. He moved to one of the soap dispensers and pumped a bit of it into his hand. Moving back over to Draco, he leaned down and took Draco’s cock into his mouth, and inserted one of his soapy fingers into Draco’s opening. He was rewarded with a throat moan from Draco, the first sound he had made since asking Harry to make love to him. Encouraged, he sucked harder, and inserted another finger and started scissoring them.

After adding the third finger, Harry felt that Draco was prepared enough, and slid the shivering boy back into the tub. He slathered some more of the soap on his own cock and hoped enough of it stayed on until he was inside Draco. He wanted to make sure this was as pleasurable as possible for the grieving boy.

He spread Draco’s legs apart and entered him slowly. Once he was fully sheathed, he started a gentle thrusting. Soon, Draco was meeting his thrusts and crying in pleasure. Harry angled his thrusts so that he was hitting Draco’s prostate repeatedly. Draco brought his hand up to his erection, but Harry gently moved them away.

“Let me do that for you. You just lay back and feel, okay?”

Draco nodded and Harry took Draco’s erection and started pumping it into time to his thrusts. All too soon, he felt Draco’s orgasm approaching, so he started pumping faster.

Soon Draco’s channel was contracting around Harry’s cock and Draco was spurting his cum all over Harry’s hand. The repeated pressure brought Harry to his own climax, and after a few more thrusts, he was spent.

He started to pull out, but Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry, preventing him from moving, so he leaned into his embrace and they just sat there, holding each other.

“Thank you Harry,” said Draco, simply.

Harry just kissed him sweetly and laid his head on Draco’s shoulder.

They must have fell asleep like that, because sometime later, they were jerked to awareness by a knock on the door, and the water was freezing.

“Draco, Harry? Are you two alright, because you have been in here for a long time.” came Narcissa’s voice, from the other side of the door.

“Yes mum, were fine. We’ll be right out.”

The boys climbed out of the tub and quickly dried each other off and put on the dressing gowns that were always kept in the bathroom.

Exiting the bathroom, Narcissa gave them a knowing look that made both boys blush.

“Are you feeling better Draco?” asked Narcissa.

“Yes mum, just tired. I think I will go to bed. Harry, will you come with me?”

“Of course, but I think you should eat something first.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I know you might not feel hungry, but will you please eat a little for me? Then we can go back to bed,” pleaded Harry.

Draco relented and they had a house elf bring in a few sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Harry got Draco to eat half a sandwich and a glass of pumpkin juice before he refused to eat another bite.

As they got up to go to the bedroom, Narcissa gave Draco a hug.

“Dear, I have to leave for awhile. There are arrangements I have to make for your fathers funeral, and paperwork I have to deal with for the manor. I will try and come back in a few days. In the meantime, if you need me, please contact me immediately.”

“I’ll be okay mum. You do what you have to,” said Draco.

“I love you Draco,” said Narcissa, giving him a hug and kiss. “Take care of my son Harry. He’s all I have left.”

“I will Mrs. Malfoy, don’t worry.”

Giving Draco another peck on the cheek, she quickly left the room. Harry and Draco went to their bedroom, took off their dressing gowns, and curled up in each other’s arms and fell fast asleep.

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“Mister Harry Potter sir, Mister Draco Malfoy sir, please wake up. Dobby is sent to fetch you.”

Harry groaned and tried to keep the annoying, squeaky voice out of his head, but it kept on repeating itself.

“UGH! Harry, make it stop!” whined Draco.

“Please Mister Draco, sir; Dobby must fetch you for Dumbledore. Dumbledore be needing to speak with you sirs. Dobby must wake you up.” pleaded the squeaky voice.

“All right, all right, were up Dobby. You can go now,” said Harry said, climbing out of bed and pulling on a dressing robe.

“Dobby cannot go yet Mister Harry Potter sir. Dobby was told to make sure you get to Dumbledore’s office. Dobby cannot leave until Mister Harry Potter and Mister Draco Malfoy get to Dumbledore.”

“Fine. Come on Draco, get up, Dumble wants to see us.”

“But I don’t want to get up Harry. I want to stay in bed a little longer, please?” whined Draco.

“Draco, get up, NOW! We have slept long enough, and Dumbledore wants to talk with us. It’s probably important.”

“Fine!” said Draco, flinging off his covers, forgetting that he was starkers.

Dobby squeaked and covered his eyes, but Harry froze at the sight.

“Gods Draco, you are so beautiful,” he breathed.

Draco blushed and quickly pulled on a pair of boxers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just you really are beautiful. You do know that right?”

“Yes. I’m beautiful, and that’s what started this whole mess in the first place. That’s the only reason why Voldemort wanted me,” said Draco, bitterly.

“Come on; let’s go see what Dumbledore wanted. I’m sure we have a lot to do. We were just in the final battle and all,” said Draco, stopping the conversation before Harry could say anything else.

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Dobby led the two boys to Dumbledore’s office and quickly vanished back to wherever it was he came from. The Gargoyle moved out of their way and they quickly went up the stairs to his office.

“Come in boys. Have a seat. Lemon Drop?” asked the Headmaster. He must have got tired of the nerds thought Harry.

“No thank you sir. I’m sure we have lots to do. What’s first?” asked Harry. He just wanted to get all this over with so he could get back to taking care of Draco.

“Well, first off, Minister Fudge has been kicked out of office. When the aurors started interviewing all the Death Eaters we captured, they revealed that he was taking bribes from Voldemort to deny that he had returned, and make sure that no one got close to finding out what they were up to. They asked Arthur Weasley to be the new minister, and he accepted.

Secondly, reports have been owling nonstop for an interview with you. I think you should give a small press conference, and get that out of the way. They won’t leave you alone until they do.

Third, your bond. Has it gotten any stronger, or changed in anyway?

Also, I retrieved your packages from Hogsmeade. Christmas is only a few days away. I know that neither of you finished your shopping, but it will be impossible for you to leave the school without being bombarded, so if you want, give me a list of what you intended to purchase, and I will make sure you get it in time to wrap them for Christmas.”

Harry watched Draco to gauge his reactions to what Dumbledore was saying, and knew that he didn’t want to deal with the press.

“Sir, we are not comfortable with doing a press conference. I will consent to doing a short interview via the floo with The Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly and the Quibbler on the conditions that Rita Skeeter has nothing to do with the interview, I get final say on what is printed, they ask nothing about the bond or Lucius Malfoy’s death, and that they stay away from his funeral. I don’t want them mucking around during the service and bothering Draco or Narcissa. I want this drawn out in a magically binding contract and signed by the owner of the papers. And thank you for helping us finish our shopping. We will have a list for you by the end of the day. Is that okay with you Draco?”

“Yes Harry, but I hope you don’t mind if I am not there for the interview. I just don’t want to deal with them right now.”

“That’s fine. Professor Dumbledore, I trust you can make the arrangements?”

“Of course Harry. I will let you know when the interview will be. That is all I needed. You may go back to what you were doing.”

“Thank you sir. Come on Draco.”

Harry and Draco left the office and decided to go down to the kitchens to get something to eat. They had spent entirely too much time locked on one room or the other. It felt good to get out and walk a bit.

The house elves outdid themselves, of course. They soon had a spread of food large enough for several people. The boys gratefully dug in, since they were starving. They ate in silence for a bit, before Draco spoke suddenly.

“Harry, I want to thank you for what you did.”

Harry looked at the other boy, perplexed.

“For what? What did I do?” he asked.

“You really don’t know? You amaze me Harry. Practically all the conditions you gave back there was to protect me. No questions about father, they can’t be at the funeral, doing the interview with out me, and not questions about the bond. I know that is for yourself too, but still, practically your only thought was to protect me. Why?”

“Because I want to. I think a lot of it is the bond, but Dumbledore said the bond would strengthen in time, not right away. I got the impression that we would slowly come together, but I want to be with you all the time, take care of you, make love to you, everything. I think the bond is so strong because we had come to care about each other beforehand. Next time we talk to him, we should ask.”

Draco just stared at Harry, before slowly leaning over and kissing him.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he said his voice thick with lust.

Harry just nodded and led the way.


A/n I hope this chappie is better than the previous one!