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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
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- 12
- 13
Honour Bound
by Draeconin

See Chapter One for disclaimer and details.

Chapter Twelve

As a child, Harry had, of necessity, become philosophic. After arriving at Hogwarts, he had started becoming spiritual. With the hard fact of ghosts staring him in the face, it was almost inescapable. There was an existence after death, at least for some. So on his own, he'd started reading about wizarding beliefs and religions. What he'd found was a bit startling. Contrary to his experience in the Muggle world, the greater part of the wizarding world was pagan. Not that they'd have accepted that term, however. The word 'pagan' was from the Latin 'paganus' (country dweller) - the language of the Romans; and they'd had quite enough of Romans, thank you.
Wizards had no one word to describe their religious practice. It simply was. And each wizard or witch would have several gods. There were the gods of the geographic area, the gods of the clan and/or family, and then their own personal god or goddess, which usually related to their livelihood. They each honoured those gods as they'd learned how.
Not that Harry was religious. He hadn't grown up in it, so he had no grounding in wizarding beliefs and practices. He rather wondered, though, what gods his parents (either set, since he simply couldn't shake the feeling of relationship to the Potters) had believed in, and how they had honoured those gods. But he had no way of finding out. Still, he could relate to some of the philosophies and beliefs he'd uncovered in his researches.
And why was he thinking of this now? It was only one week to the Halloween Ball. He was wondering if it should be called the Samhain Ball. But then, the holiday had many names, and it was likely that someone would be insulted, no matter what it was called. So 'Halloween' would do. It insulted everyone equally. Or Harry rather thought it should, though nobody really seemed to mind; or if they did, they kept it to themselves. Religious beliefs were highly personal, and nobody really talked about them. With so many gods and ways to worship them, it was easier to avoid disputes that way.
That wasn't the only thing that the upcoming event had Harry thinking about, however. He had rather been taking it for granted that Draco would be his date to the ball, but he hadn't asked. And over the past few days, Draco's temper had been getting a bit edgy. After that first time Draco had woken up tangled with Harry, then a few more times despite the blond's best intentions, Draco had given in to what seemed the inevitable, and had taken to cuddling with the former Gryffindor every night. Harry had grown used to it, and liked it. But last night, Draco had actually gone back over to his own side of the bed. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that it was due to the upcoming ball, with nothing having been said to him about it, and with not knowing if Harry was going to, or wanted to take him to it.
"Draco, have you given any thought to the ball?" Harry asked in an offhand manner, that evening.
"What ball?" Draco asked, casually.
Harry almost laughed at the blond's attempt to dissemble. "The one over which you've been seething at me, the last few days," he replied, trying to match Draco's tone. It wasn't easy, with humour bubbling in his chest.
Draco blushed, although his expression didn't otherwise change. He'd been caught, but he wasn't going to admit it. "What are you talking about? 'Seething' at you? Why would I do that?"
Harry decided to cut to the chase. "Draco, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the Halloween Ball as my escort?" he inquired, using the formal manners the blond had been teaching him.
"To do that properly, Harry, you should use a formal mode of address," Draco replied, slipping into 'tutor' mode.
"Draco; the question?"
"Oh!" Draco's blush was back. "Um... I'd be honoured to accompany you, Harry."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Um?" he inquired teasingly, and then grinned.
Draco aimed a swipe at him, but missed as Harry dodged, laughing.
"So, I'm assuming you've given some thought to the ball, right? What sort of costume did you have in mind; magical, historical, or...?" Harry asked.
Draco, uncharacteristically, scrunched his face up, and stuck his tongue out at Harry - then smirked. "Of course I've thought about it, you awful prat," he said, lightly. Then he sobered. "Normally, I'd go for something mysterious, dangerous, or alluring; all three, if I could manage it without repeating myself. But I thought we might start taking advantage of such occasions as this to advance your claim to the throne. In this case, to make an impression on them; insinuate the idea into their minds."
Harry cocked his head, and regarded his soul mate. He was a bit reluctant to advance a bid on the throne, but had to admit that there were many things about the way the world of magic users was run that needed fixing. And the Ministry of Magic, as it was run now, was an ill-fitting plug in the leaking dam of order. So... "How?"
Draco grinned. Harry wasn't going to like this, at all.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
Harry hadn't. But Draco had managed to wheedle him into agreeing to it, without seeming to do anything of the sort. That night, he wore only pyjama shorts to bed, .
Harry noticed, of course. As unobtrusively as possible, he removed his top, before climbing into bed.
Draco pretended not to notice the action, although it heightened his already precarious case of nerves. But he cuddled up to his soul mate as he had been every night recently, although he wouldn't have used such a fluffy, Hufflepuff sort of term as 'cuddling' to describe it. No; he was just enjoying the closeness. The skin-on-skin contact took his breath away. After all the other nights of being close, he hadn't expected this reaction. Of course on those other nights, there were two layers of cloth between them. That hadn't stopped certain parts of him from reacting, but he'd been able to ignore it But now... The next thing he knew, his manhood was so hard, it was aching. He groaned.
Harry was only a bit more in control. He'd been hard before the skin contact, however, in anticipation. He gently wrapped his arms around his bedmate. "Are you all right?" he asked softly, gently.
"Oh, gods, Harry," Draco whispered helplessly.
With exceeding tenderness, Harry kissed Draco's forehead. When the blond looked up at him, Harry couldn't resist the flushed lips, and bent to kiss them.
Draco met him halfway.
They kissed, then slowly their hands began to caress each other; and after a time, to explore where they hadn't dared before. Hesitantly, and somewhat clumsily, Harry's hand found Draco's erection. Draco emulated him, and was almost as unpracticed. Each was very familiar with his own prick, and how to pleasure himself, but - this was someone else. They each explored the shape and velvety hardness of the other through the cloth. Harry took in a sharp breath as Draco gripped him just a bit too tightly, in response to his cockhead being stroked.
"Sorry," Draco apologised.
Harry kissed him, in response. "It's okay. Did I hurt you?" Harry asked, wondering why it had happened.
"No," Draco admitted quietly. "It just felt so good."
That made Harry smile. But as much as he was enjoying this, there was something missing; more skin contact. "Could we...?" he started to ask, then stopped, afraid he might be about to ask for too much.
"What?"
Harry swallowed, gathering his courage. "Could we...take our bottoms off, too?"
Draco frowned slightly, then relented. He had every confidence he could stop the other boy, if Harry tried to go too far. "Okay," he said, suiting action to words. It surprised him that he missed Harry's hands on him while he removed his last garment.
But it was only seconds, and then they were in contact again; full contact this time, cocks pressed tightly together, rubbing slightly against each other as they embraced. And then hands were again moving. Draco loved the feel of Harry's strong, muscular back. And then he involuntarily jumped forward, as Harry's hands first caressed his buttocks, then gripped them firmly. Eyes widened in mild surprise, he reared his head back to look at Harry in question.
Harry blushed a bit, one hand still unapologetically on one of the blond's small, muscular, perfectly round butt mounds, the other now playing with Draco's blond hair, but he didn't say anything; he just closed the distance, and kissed him.
Draco decided he rather liked the sensation, and kissed Harry back.
Harry pressed closer, forcing Draco off-balance, until he had to lie back on the bed. Harry moved over him. Draco instinctively spread his legs so Harry could lay himself between them, then wrapped one of his around one of Harry's as they ground their cocks together.
Their kisses and movements became ever more needy, until the lack of oxygen overcame their need for the feel of each other's lips. They moved against each other, holding each other tightly, sweat from their efforts covering them, and adding a lubricating factor between their skins, enhancing sensation. Harry was the first to lose control, his seed spurting between them, followed in only seconds by Draco as he felt his partner's pulsing cock and the warm, spurting liquid.
As they relaxed against each other, Harry turned his head, and kissed Draco's neck. He didn't have the energy for more than that. Draco firmed his grip on Harry slightly in response, before again relaxing. Message sent, received, and replied to: 'thank you', 'I liked it, too.'
Harry had been wondering about his feelings for the blond. After this encounter, he was sure. "Draco?" he said, sleepily, still on top of his lover.
"Hm?"
Harry raised his head, to look Draco in the eyes. "I know you didn't come into this relationship willingly, but I hope that your feelings have changed. I know mine have. I think I love you."
Draco stilled. "Are you sure that isn't the sex speaking, Potter?"
Harry winced. The blond only used his last name, now, when he was angry or feeling defensive. "I'm sure," he said positively, then leaned down and kissed his soul mate. "It hasn't been very long, but we are soul mated, and I can't imagine anyone else in my life," he continued, "so will you marry me?"
"Get off me," Draco requested, avoiding the question.
Harry did so, slowly, wondering if he'd just ruined everything with his declaration and proposal.
Draco reached for his wand, and then cleaned them both with a spell, refreshing the sheets with another. He had used that time to try to order his thoughts and emotions. He was scared half to death, but mostly because he wanted so badly what Harry had offered, and he was afraid that it was afterglow speaking. Finally, he met Harry's eyes. "Ask me again in the morning. Maybe." He saw the hurt and confusion in his soul mate's eyes, and felt it through their bond. But as much as it cost him, he held firm. He leant forward, and kissed the dark-haired young man. "I haven't said 'no', Harry," he reminded him.
As they settled down to sleep, Lilorienne spoke to Harry. 'He is cautious. That's good. Don't forget to ask again, if you truly want this,' she said.
'Hello, Lilorienne,' Harry 'said', tiredly. 'I'll do that.' Then he changed the subject. 'I thought you were going to tell me some things?'
'You're too tired right now, but we'll talk,' she promised.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
The next morning, Harry knew what Lilorienne had looked like. They had spent most of the night, in his dreams, talking, and having her show him things. And Harry was almost sure they weren't imaginative dreams. 'Lilorienne?'
'Yes?'
'Did you speak to me while I was asleep? In my dreams?' he asked.
'Yes, I did.'
Harry nodded, not aware that gray eyes were watching him. 'Thank you.'
"Lilorienne?" Draco asked.
Harry started, then turned and faced his bedmate, and smiled. "Yes. How are you feeling this morning?" he asked. He was feeling a bit shy about last night, but Slytherin or no, he still had Gryffindor courage.
Draco tinted slightly. "Good," he replied.
Harry leant down, his hand sliding down Draco's side to rest on one pale hip, and gently kissed the blond. "My question, and my offer, still stand," he said softly.
Draco's blush was full-blown, now, and he couldn't meet Harry's eyes. "In that case... Yes," he whispered.
Harry's grin was so wide, he thought it might split his face, but he didn't care. He leapt half on top of Draco, holding him tightly, then pulled up, looked at him, grinning, and then dived in for an almost bruising kiss.
Draco's mind took a vacation. He couldn't figure out what to do with his hands. They wandered aimlessly in the air, then gripped his own hair, before settling on Harry's shoulders, and trying to pull him closer.
When Harry pulled up, Draco tried, weakly, to drag him back down, but desisted when he saw Harry's embarrassed expression. "What's wrong?"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing's wrong," he answered, "but...Lilorienne and I had a long talk in my dreams last night, and, um...you'll be able to talk to her, later."
Draco's brow creased in confusion. "Why later? Why not now?"
Harry's blush deepened. "Well, we, um...haven'tconsummatedourbond," he said, in a rush.
"What?"
"We... We haven't...consummated our bond," Harry whispered, not meeting Draco's eyes.
There was a long pause as Draco processed this information. "Oh," was his considered opinion. His own face was blazing, now.
"There's more," Harry offered.
Draco groaned. "What?"
"We'll be able to talk mind to mind."
Draco's eyes bulged. "What?" he exclaimed, rising up.
Harry nodded. He knew he didn't have to repeat himself. Draco's exclamation said that he more than understood.
Draco threw himself back into his pillow, staring at his soul mate. "Anything else?" he said weakly, more for something to say than actually believing there could be more. His eyes bugged again when Harry nodded.
"I'll be able to teleport," Harry said.
"'Teleport'?" Draco asked. The term was unfamiliar to him.
"It's...a little like apparating, but relies on psychic power, rather than magic," Harry explained.
"And me?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "No, but I'll be able to take you with me, and find you wherever you are. And-"
"There's more?" Draco asked, in disbelief.
Harry nodded. "We won't need our wands," he revealed. Actually, Harry had been able to do some wandless magic anyway. A wand was used to focus the magic, since few could focus the power without an outside focal point, but it also presented something of a bottleneck for the flow of power. Doing away with such a small conduit as a wand would allow them to use all the power at their disposal.
Draco closed his eyes. "Harry?" he said wearily.
"Yes?"
"Kill me. I can't handle this."
Harry was torn between concern and laughter. Laughter won.
Draco opened his eyes, cocking an eyebrow at him. "You think it's funny?" he asked, danger in his tone.
Harry ignored it, and nodded. "You - power - can't handle it?" he managed to get out, before he collapsed back onto the bed.
Draco's expression didn't change, but he had to admit that Harry had a point. Still... "Aaaah!" he yelled, as he leapt at the laughing young man, and started tickling him. It didn't stop Harry's laughter, of course - just added to it - but Draco felt better that he was torturing the laughter out of his new fiance, rather than being laughed at.
When they'd finally calmed down and recovered, Harry suggested a bath, to which Draco hesitantly agreed. It was another intimacy to share a bath - something they'd not done before. When they entered the bathroom, the large tub was already full of hot water, scented with lavender and sandalwood.
"Thank you, Lilorienne," Harry said aloud.
'You're welcome.'
They slipped into the hot water. Harry moved up behind Draco, and cuddled him.
"I feel rather odd, knowing that someone can see us, no matter what we do," Draco remarked.
"Lilorienne?"
"Mm-hm," Draco confirmed.
"She can hardly help it; and I'm sure she's seen it all, in all these years," Harry said, calmly.
"Oh, I know," Draco said, turning around in Harry's arms to kiss him lightly, " but you know what I mean."
"Mm-hm," Harry replied.
Their hands were moving over each other gently as they washed each other. There was no hurry, and though both were erect, they felt no need to act upon it. It was enough that they touch each other. They felt a bit exhibitionistic, knowing Lilorienne might be watching, but with the whole school to watch over... After all, her attention couldn't be everywhere at once, could it? Could it?
As a matter of fact, it could, but it wasn't an effort Lilorienne made often. It was much easier to just pay attention to a few individual spots within herself, wherever there was the most going on, and keep a watch out for anything unusual. Although Harry didn't know it, Lilorienne had made him a priority, so she was always paying attention to him now, when he was within her area of influence. However, she was very discreet. At the moment, she was feeling very motherly as she watched 'her child' (emotionally, anyway) with his mate. Eventually, she knew, she was going to have to talk to him about his parents, and tell him how they died; at least, as much as she knew. And then there was that other thing about how the bond affected his mate...
"Mm..." Draco hummed, as he parted from the latest kiss. "We're going to need to eat soon, or we'll never be able to keep this up," he said. Draco was feeling very happy and at peace with himself; something he didn't think he had felt since he was very little. He had known that when he finally let go of his resistance to this that he'd be giving up some independence, but he hadn't realised that he'd get so much more back from it. It was intoxicating.
They climbed out, but before Draco could reach for a towel, he found himself once again in Harry's embrace.
"Mm... You're delicious," Harry growled into the blond's ear, as he revelled in the feel of the blond's wet skin against his own.
"Harry," Draco whined, playfully, "get off me. I'm hungry!" It was still strange to feel another person's nude body pressed against his, but rather nice, as well.
Harry laughed low and let Draco loose, giving him a light smack on the arse as he did so. "You think more of your stomach than you do of me," he teased.
Draco raised an eyebrow mischievously at him, even as he dealt with the emotions engendered by that smack. On the one hand, he had been taught to react badly to such familiarities. On the other, it was Harry - his fiance. His mind eased as he created that distinction. "My stomach yells louder than you do," he teased.
Harry grinned at him as he was toweling off, and watching his new fiance. "We'll need to go shopping, soon," he said, changing the subject.
"More clothes?" Draco asked, his interest piqued.
Harry laughed. "No, rings!" he said.
Draco frowned slightly, and turned away.
"Draco? What's wrong?"
"We don't do rings, Harry," Draco said. "That's a Muggle custom."
"Oh. Sorry." The silence stretched out. "So...what's the wizarding way?"
Draco told him. It turned out a trip to a jeweller's was still in order, but one with metal working skills would be needed.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
Harry had finally given in about a week after having been re-Sorted, and started eating at the table of his new House. As one might suppose, he hadn't been welcomed with open arms. Harry hadn't expected to be. Nor was Draco welcomed back with great warmth. However, a few well-placed rumours regarding the pair's new quarters and what it might mean, had at least kept the chill to a minimum, and no violence or threats had been offered after the first few days. And between them, those had been handled fairly easily.
But at least one person was sneaky enough to follow them, and then find the narrow corridor. That person had also discovered the purpose of the doors flanking the snake fountain. They were traps.
One would expect someone like Salazar Slytherin to protect his quarters, and the man had. One would also expect one of the doors to be the wrong door. One might even expect the trapping door to change at odd times. It was possible, with the right magic. One wouldn't really expect both doors to be traps, though. One of the doors led to a small room that shunted the intruder into the middle of the lake. The other shunted the intruder deep into the Forbidden Forest. Which did what, did change on an irregular basis. Both had the potential to be deadly if the person couldn't swim, on the one hand, or if a predator happened find the person in the forest before they could find their way out on the other, but at least the unlucky trespasser had a better than average chance of surviving.
Pansy knew how to swim, fortunately, and wasn't stupid enough to try again. For all she knew, a repeat offender could be killed outright.
Harry and Draco had sniggered at her the next day, the guardian snake having reported the incident to Harry, and he having related the story to Draco. Since she had waited until they were gone, she was perplexed that they could know, but she was sure they did. Of course a few people had seen her storm back into the castle dripping wet afterward, so maybe...
Professor Snape approached the Slytherin table as Harry and Draco were eating their midday repast. "Mr. Potter, I would like to see you in my office after lunch."
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, politely. In the past couple of weeks, the potions master had come to grips with the fact that Harry-sodding-Potter was now one of his Slytherins. That, plus other factors, had caused him to revise his opinions of the young man, and although he hadn't taken Harry to his bosom, he had become more civil. As a result, Harry had returned the favour, much to Snape's surprise.
Harry exchanged looks with Draco. "What d'you think?" Harry asked. He knew Draco would understand to what he was referring.
Draco gave a slight shrug. "Only one way to find out, isn't there?"
As desperately as Harry wanted answers, he knew better than to break routine. Doing so would arouse too much curiosity. And since the man who had the answers was eating his own midday meal, it didn't make much sense to go charging down to the dungeons, anyway.
Ten minutes later, Harry was heading for the doors out of the Great Hall. Draco rolled his eyes, finished the last couple of bites of his own lunch, then followed at a leisurely pace. He knew Professor Snape would be at least another five minutes, although the potions master had his own, faster ways of reaching the dungeons. He and Harry had explored them Sunday last. They couldn't use them now, of course, because they'd likely be seen, with so many people about.
When Draco finally caught up with Harry, he saw what he thought he would: Harry was pacing the corridor in front of the potion master's office. "And I'll wager you ran down here, too, didn't you?" he said, twitting his fiance.
"Where is he, Draco?" Harry asked a bit anxiously, ignoring the blond's jibe.
"Likely just now on his way, so why don't you sit down, and relax? Getting yourself into a state isn't going to change anything."
Harry stopped and looked at the blond. "You're right." He sighed, then walked over to join him. Reaching Draco, Harry put his arms around him, and leant their foreheads together. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "You didn't have to come, you know."
"Of course I did. If we're going to-"
"Oh, gods! Potter. Draco. In. Now." Snape was standing in his office door, a look of disgust on his face.
"He's speaking in one word sentences. Do you suppose he drank one of his own potions?" Harry whispered in a sudden and totally inappropriate mood of irreverence.
Draco stood away from his boyfriend. "Have you lost your mind?" he inquired, in turn.
"Probably!" Harry replied, grinning as he turned to face his Head of House.
"Good afternoon, Professor!" Harry exclaimed.
"Potter...," the man growled. "Public shows of affection are forbidden, as you well know. So whatever possessed you to-"
"Even if you're engaged?" Harry chirped, with a smirk.
After a long moment, Snape let out his breath, and then closed his eyes as though in pained prayer. A moment later, he opened them again. "Please. Tell me I did not hear what I think I just heard," the professor requested, sounding very tired. He then stepped back, out of the doorway. "I believe we both have news to relate," he said with a glare.
Draco couldn't quite hide a little smirk, as he stepped past his Head of House. He was followed closely by Harry.
Snape seated himself in an almost throne-like chair, which was situated on a slightly raised platform. It was only an inch, but the added height gave a slight psychological advantage. It didn't seem to be helping this time, though. Despite all his arguments, both boys were adamant.
"I've taken all those things into account, Professor," Draco said, sounding bored. "Why do you think it's taken me this long to commit to a relationship with Harry?"
At this, Harry gave the blond a slightly surprised look, before again turning his attention back to the professor.
The man sighed, looking between the two young men. They were only sixteen years old. How, under all the skies, could they have any idea what they were getting into? But it did seem that magic had a mind of its own at times. Maybe the gods, the fates, or whoever, knew what they were doing. "I do hope you don't wind up regretting this decision, Draco," he said.
Snape pulled himself together. "And now on to other matters: I performed quite a few tests and spells, and..."
Harry was glad they were finally getting to the information he had sought, but he did rather resent that the greasy-haired professor only seemed to be concerned about Draco's welfare. Since Draco had been under Snape's care longer, he could understand why that might be, but it didn't stop him from feeling slighted.

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A/N: Since I've had a Brit or two become offended by the more formal speech patterns, I remind the reader that Wizarding Britain's social structure is roughly, although eclectically, in the Victorian Age, and not modern Muggle Britain. At least some of the characters' speech is going to reflect that to some degree. And Harry is trying to be taken more seriously, so his speech is more mature - when he remembers.

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