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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Twelve – Moaning Myrtle

The first month of school passed the same as the first day, however Draco had no more nightmares. His memories were concentrated on the beginning of the previous year, where he was stressed but not abused. He was isolated from everyone more than anything else. Harry awoke on his side and cuddled next to the still sleeping Draco with his hand resting on the expanding belly. He smiled as he felt the strong kicks of their healthy son. He just wanted to lie next to his love that day and talk to his unborn son. He always felt connected to both of them when he did that, but unfortunately it was a weekday and he had class to attend. With a loud sigh he climbed out of the bed and grabbed his robes from the closet and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

He started to undress when a high pitched moaning noise caught his attention. He looked around the small bathroom trying to determine the noise’s origin. He turned toward the shower and jumped back at the sight before him. His sexual frustration came to a head at what he found in the shower stall. Two nude transparent bodies were gliding against each other. The girl had her dark hair in two pigtails and the male seemed to be rather well built. He had chiseled and well defined abs that had Harry moving his eyes over the translucent body. He felt himself stirring below until he recognized the male as Cedric Diggory. That discovery quickly rid him of any arousal. Who would be turned on by the boy he or she watched die? He cleared his throat, “Myrtle, I am glad that you found Cedric, however I find this highly inappropriate.”

She just looked over at him while Cedric continued to pound into her, “I just wanted to pay you back for your and Draco’s display in my loo. Also, I figured you’d want to know that two ghosts can have sex with each other. We aren’t limited to masturbation. Hmm, I wonder if I should share that with Helena, she’s always complaining about her frustration from her growing attraction for the Baron.”

“While I find that information interesting from an educational standpoint, I do not want to see it. I find it totally unfair that you will tease me with such visuals when I’m unable to satisfy my sexual needs since my beloved is in a bloody coma. I haven’t had any satisfaction since a few days after my birthday at the end of July. So, unless you have a way to wake up my love from a magical coma, I suggest you take this display back to the U bend.”

After a wonderful low groan, Cedric turned toward Harry, “I’m sorry. She didn’t tell me that you were in such a state. I would’ve never agreed to do this in your presence if she had told me. However, I can’t seem to keep my hands off this sexy vixen. I guess there’s something to be said about the quiet librarian type.”

Harry looked his form up and down, “Though I enjoy the ascetics of your nude body, Cedric, I really need you to go so that I can get ready for class. I wouldn’t mind talking to you later with you clothed.” The two ghosts disappeared down the shower drain and Harry couldn’t help but remember the feel of Draco. His mind filled with images and he settled upon the night he’d tied Draco up and teased him until he begged for relief.

They were in his old room at Grimmauld Place and it was the same night he’d sent Draco upstairs while he had a quick planning session. When he’d gotten upstairs, Draco was already nude and lying on top of the sheets. He must’ve heard Harry coming because when he opened the door he was in a stretching cat pose with his glorious arse pointed at the door. He remembered growling and wanting to just ride him then and there; however he wanted to get Draco back for teasing him so deliciously. He pulled his wand and quickly summoned his silky black rope and a black silk scarf. He approached the bed and tied the scarf around Draco’s eyes as he rubbed his still clothed crotch against Draco’s wanton backside. He pushed him to the bed as he tied each of his limbs to the headboard and footboard. “Draco, have you been a good boy today?”

“No Master, I need to be punished,” Draco grunted. His response had determined how Harry would approach the situation. Draco wanted to get his frustrations and fears out after hearing the ministry fell. Harry could only assume that his mind was being filled with memories of what happened while he was under Voldemort’s thumb.

“Oh Draco, I’m going to enjoy turning that creamy skin of yours pink. How many lashes do you think you deserve?”

The blond rocked his hips forward and groaned, “How about 17 since we’re both of age right now?”

Harry pulled out his multi leather strap whip, and practiced hitting it against his hand to know the proper force for pleasure, “I want you to count for me.” He smacked the right butt cheek quickly followed by the left. He continued switching back and forth between each one until Draco reached seventeen. He stared down at the blushing behind. He reached up and ran his fingers nails from between Draco’s shoulder blades to his behind. He quickly pulled out the lube that had a bit of added menthol that boasted a cooling sensation.

Harry’s mind skipped over the preparation as he entered his lover with the cooling lube. It was a delicious moment with the added sensation. Harry’s hand tightened around his cock as he remembered. The image of Draco falling apart without him even touching him forced him to let go. His mind soon came back to him, but he wasn’t alone as he washed off the body soap.

Harry are you there? Draco’s voice sounded in his mind causing his body to shudder.

He quickly picked up the bar of soap he’d dropped and continued to scrub. I knew we had a connection, but I thought it was only one way. Where I could see what you were thinking, but you couldn’t communicate back. Draco, does this mean you’ll be waking up soon?

I don’t know Harry. It’s like I’m lost in my own mind. I keep on reliving memories but those seem to be in chronological order, every time I try to move passed this area. Right now I’m taking a break from that journey and just sitting against a stone wall. It’s night here and my eye is being drawn to the brightest star in the sky. It’s a part of the Dog Constellation; do you know what name it has?

Harry tried to remember his stars from Astronomy, but he really was atrocious at star charts. He only scraped by an acceptable in his O.W.L. his fifth year, which prevented him from taking the N.E.W.T. course. Not that he had much interest in doing so. I have no idea Draco, why don’t you tell me?

His tone seemed to turn condescending. I thought you of all people would know that. It’s Sirius; you know the star your godfather was named after. I wonder why that particular star keeps catching my eye. You wouldn’t know, would you?

Harry dressed and walked back into the room to grab his books for transfiguration. Well, it’s because you’re still comatose and I didn’t know we could communicate like this. So, when I found out that we conceived back in March and that we were having a son, the name James Sirius just came to me. Do you approve?

My baby’s growing without hearing his father’s voice? You’ve got to help me break free of this. I want to be there when he’s born. I don’t think I could handle missing something like that. I’ll leave the movement through the maze for when you’re sleeping. That way you can join me in here and help me make decisions as to which pathway to take. Right now I’m sitting at a decision point. I don’t know if I should go right or left. His voice sounded pained and Harry didn’t have the heart to tell him that his brother would be born soon.

I would love to actively participate tonight. I’ve got to go for now because I have Transfiguration with Dora. Perhaps you should try to see if you can connect to James. Try reaching out so that he can get to know you before he’s born. Harry walked down toward the Great Hall for breakfast.

He managed to eat while continuing his mental conversation with Draco. Just having the link open both ways seemed to bring back the flavor of food. He managed to eat more than he had in days within that first meal. He was so focused on his conversation with Draco and learning more about the mental trap his love was in that he didn’t acknowledge any of his friends’ attempts at conversation. He wasn’t pulled back to reality until someone squeezed his shoulder. He looked over to find Hermione’s concerned brown eyes focused on him, “Are you okay, Harry?”

The messy haired wizard shook his head and chuckled, “I think I’m doing a bit better. I finally see a way to get my lover back. Oh and finding the ghost of Cedric Diggory pounding into Myrtle in my shower this morning was quite brilliant actually.”

“Did you just say what I think you said?” Her eyes were wide as they walked out of the Great Hall and toward the Transfiguration classroom.

They were stopped on the stairs as they moved, “Yes, well I kind of told her to go looking for him last spring. Part of me hoped she’d find love, but I didn’t really want to see with my own eyes that two specters could copulate.”

Ron chuckled and shook his head, “I just don’t understand why they would choose to do that in your private bathroom of all places.”

Harry looked down feeling the blush creeping up his neck and across his face, “Well, Draco and I…um…we kind of gave Myrtle a show in her bathroom the same day I told her about Cedric. So, I think she was just trying to get me back for frustrating her with our exhibitionism.”

Both of his friends burst into tears from the peals of laughter as they walked into the classroom. Hermione finally calmed down enough to raise an eyebrow, “Now why would you think such acts would be permissible in that particular loo?”

Harry pulled out his due Animagus essay that he took the past month to research and write. He never knew that he’d find so much contradicting information with regards to the raven. The bringer of light once associated with both Apollo and Athena. Having a raven form was beginning to sound more fitting than he first thought, “Yes, well I had to retrieve the fangs from the chamber, and frankly Draco just looked too good to pass up. We just got a bit caught up that day. You don’t even want to know what we did next to the basilisk skeleton in the chamber.”

Tonks arrived doing her best impression of Snape, with the hooked nose and dark eyes, “Now, though I’m sure everyone is enthralled with hearing about your exploits in the Chamber of Secrets. Perhaps it is time for us to concentrate on Transfiguration.”

Ron muttered, “That’s just creepy.”

But you have to admit that my cousin does do a great impression of my godfather. Draco’s voice sounded in Harry’s mind.

The rest of the day was uneventful, or at least Harry didn’t pay attention too much as his mind was distracted by the open communication he was sharing with Draco. He couldn’t really pay much attention to what was going on around him unless one of his friends really vied for it. He was a bit shocked when Cedric appeared behind him while he was getting ready for bed. He turned and raised an eyebrow, “Cedric what are you doing here now?”

He looked at him, “Harry, I wanted to thank you for bringing my body back. I thought I’d just disappear with your parents after we rushed Voldemort, but I just kept floating. I don’t know why I chose to stay but after meeting Myrtle, I realized that one can still find love after death. She’s been so lonely for so long, and I’m just so happy to have someone to spend the rest of my afterlife with. She told me that you sent her to find me. I really want to thank you for that Harry. I was trying to find my way back here because I never really moved on from this place.” The ghost floated over toward the sleeping figure, “I see that things have changed greatly for you two.”

Harry looked in the other room at the sleeping form of his lover, “Yes, the bloody git decided to get in the middle of a magical fight between me and Voldemort. Sucker got hit pretty badly by the backlash and the healers aren’t even sure if he’ll recover, but I have hope. He’s perfectly fine physically but for some reason he’s just not mentally there. Well, luckily he was able to communicate with me through our bond and I now understand that he’s trapped in some mental maze that’s forcing him to face unsavory memories. I’m hoping to help him come back to us before our son is born. Speaking of which, you should probably return to Myrtle because I need to go to bed so I can help him.”

“I’ll see you around, Harry.”

“Oh and Cedric if you could manage to keep Peeves in line, we’d greatly appreciate it. Perhaps you should go meet with the Bloody Baron to get some tips. Also, I think Myrtle wanted to go speak with Helena, whoever she is, regarding what you two were doing. I do wonder who would want to have a relationship with the Baron but oh well. However, he does seem to have a bit of a similar appearance to my beloved. You don’t think they’re somehow distantly related, do you?”

“I really don’t know. I’ll be sure to ask though. Have a good night.” Cedric then disappeared in the drain of the shower.

Harry climbed into the bed next to his lover and wondered if the bond was just as strong as it had been all day. Sweetie, I’m going to bed now. Are you ready to start moving through there some more?

Yes, I can only hope that you’re the piece I was missing.

Harry stood in a narrow alleyway like passage. The bricks surrounding both sides were black and the white mortar between them was crumbling. The ground was well worn cobblestone and littered with paper flyers. Harry picked one up and gasped as a crazed screaming face of Sirius Black stared back at him. He turned around having the feeling that the area seemed familiar and it took a bit before it hit him, “What are we doing in Knockturn Alley?”

Draco chuckled mirthlessly, “Apparently my mind resonates more with the shadier parts of Wizarding London.”

He shrugged, “Well with your father, I’m sure that you spent more time in that part of Wizarding London than any other part. So, perhaps we should start by trying to find out way to Diagon Alley.”

“You think I haven’t tried to access the lighter side of Wizarding London? Every time I get close to that entrance I’m faced with a horrible memory. So, after several failed attempts of getting past that barrier, I decided to try the other end of the Alley. Now I know that this doesn’t exist in the real world, but I hope it is the secret to finding my way back. Should I go left or should I go right?”

Harry looked at the far end of the wall where two passages branched off from the alley on either side of the dead end. He looked back and forth between the two. The right side was shimmering with sunshine, the brick walls gave way to white marble, and the cobble stone was bright white in color. He turned to look the other way and a shiver ran up his spine. The walls were obsidian black and the cobblestone was blood red. “You stated that your attempts to get back to Diagon Alley ended up with facing some of your worst memories. So, perhaps we should go with the creepy path instead of the bright uplifting one.”

“You’ll be here with me, right? I won’t have to face whatever’s down there alone, will I? I’m so tired of being alone.” Draco whimpered.

Harry grabbed his hand and squeezed, “I’m here with you now, love. You’ll never be alone again. Now let’s go find out where that disturbing path will take us.” He pulled Draco down the dark pathway with the blood covered floor. They walked down the corridor until they reached the end and only a bright white light appeared which caused Draco to whimper more. Harry looked over at him, “What’s the matter?”

“We’re going to see a memory. I just don’t want to confront any more horrible ones.”

Harry pulled him forward into the light and quickly pulled him into a kiss before the memory formed around them. He broke away and stared into the precious grey eyes he missed greatly, “I’m here with you. We can face whatever your mind decides to throw at us.”

They looked around and both sighed in relief as they both recognized the scene around them. They were back at the Black Chateau with Severus and Rose. They watched as their memory selves were seated on the Victorian style sofa with carved ebony legs and cream based floral printed fabric. The room was filled with floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the rose gardens and the vineyard. The walls were painted yellow cream color which blended beautifully with the cream colored carpet. The Marble fireplace was white with gold veins and was encased in a floral carved ebony surround. Draco took a deep breath, “I’m so happy to be back here. The sun room was always my favorite room in the Chateau.”

Harry chuckled, “Well, come on let’s go watch me make a fool out of myself. You do recognize this was the first time we met Rose, right?”

“Oh yes, I remember now. You were quite a nervous wreck. It was as if you were afraid she’d hate you or something.”

Harry looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, “That’s precisely what I was afraid of. After years of living with my other aunt, Petunia, and her husband, it was easy for me to accept hatred from my mother’s family. Part of me knew that if Rose was anything like my mother that she would love me, but I still had that small seed of doubt. I probably would’ve fallen apart if she had looked at me with disgust. I don’t know if I could’ve dealt with anymore rejection from family.”

“Well, let’s enjoy the scene and see where we end up when it’s over.”

Harry and Draco had arrived at the French Chateau as soon as school let out. They had Kreacher take them straight there instead of taking the train back to London. Upon their arrival, Nilly showed them into the sun room where Severus and Rose were busy having high tea. Harry remembered holding in a nervous giggle at the scene of Snape sipping tea from delicate china with his pinky out. Harry was a ball of nerves, as he and Draco took the seat across from the other couple. He looked at the woman before him, with her long wavy brown hair and her strikingly similar green eyes. He cleared his throat, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you Aunt Rose.” He quickly looked away trying to hide his initial cringe. He waited for her to spit venom at him like he was used to.

“Oh Harry, I’m more than delighted to meet you. My darling Severus has been telling me all about you.”

Harry choked on his own salvia before picking up a cup of tea in an attempt to hide his reaction. When he could finally breathe again, he looked directly at her, “Please don’t believe everything Professor Snape may have to say about me. I mean I’m pretty horrible at potions, but anything to do with me being a glory hound should be ignored. Also, any comparisons drawn between me and my father should be ignored as well.”

She raised a brunette eyebrow, “Well, Severus surely hasn’t spoken ill of you, and he’s drawn more comparisons between you and your mother. He met her before they went to Hogwarts and she stood by him even though she was in Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. From what he tells me, you have more than just your mother’s eyes. You’re capacity for love and protection is on par with dear Lily. I remember her, you know. I don’t remember much from the night that Regulus brought me here, but I remember her coming home from school. I always missed her because when Petunia was still at home she was dreadful to me. I think she could tell that I’d be like Lily.”

Harry turned toward a somewhat uncomfortable Draco, “Hey, why don’t you and your godfather go have a walk or something. I don’t know maybe he could show you the potions lab, while Rose and I get to know each other?”

Draco smiled, “I think that would be lovely.”

Severus nodded and walked out of the room with Draco trailing behind him. Harry stood up and held out his arms hoping Rose would quench his need for a hug. She pulled him into a tight one and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “I was so worried that you’d shun me like Petunia. I never thought I’d be fortunate enough to have a close relationship with a blood relative, but here we are and it just feels so good.”

She patted his back, “I would never treat you like that Harry. I can already see that you’re a very remarkable person and the fact that my sister and her awful husband, which I’ve never had the displeasure of meeting, have treated you the way they have is deplorable. I will always take your side over theirs Harry. I know that they’ve put you through hell because Severus told me some of the things he saw during your Occlumency lessons.”

The scene soon faded from Harry’s recollections and he and Draco were standing in a very well stocked potions lab. Severus was busy looking down at a brewing potion, “So, is Potter treating you well?”

Draco shuffled nervously from one foot to the other, “I’ve been treated much worse, Severus. While that statement is true, I have to admit that no one has ever treated me as well as Harry does. I can tell that he cares and that he loves me. I mean I grew up knowing my parents loved me, but they never showed it the way a bleeding heart Gryffindor would.”

Severus chuckled as he added powered moonstone to the potion, “Yes, well I can understand where you’re coming from. Lily was always so caring and just so beautiful both on the inside and out. Rose has the same qualities and that’s why I’m quickly falling in love with her. She just reminds me so much of Lily, and it’s made me wonder if I was every meant to be anything more than a brother-in-law to Lily. She loved James once he stopped being such an arrogant git, Sirius grew on her as well, and I have a feeling that she and Remus were close for a while. He really was the only one of them who had a head on his shoulders. Then again it is a bit interesting how the one true monster in the group was the one who possessed the most human compassion. However, his fear of rejection prevented him from standing up against his friends when they were doing something in which he didn’t approve.”

“With people like Umbridge in office making things difficult for werewolves and other magical creatures, it’s not surprising that he’d be afraid of losing those who accepted him even though they discovered his secret. I remember him when he was our professor third year. He was one of the best teachers we had and I was happy when he was able to take over for you after Dumbledore’s death. Do you think they’ll give you back the Defense position at starting term?”

The potions master looked up and smirked, “Well, Headmistress McGonagall has already spoken with me. Not only is she giving me back my Defense position, but she has also asked me to be the Deputy Headmaster under her. Oh and there might be a few other surprises for the new faculty. I hear that Slughorn has decided to go back into retirement, so Hogwarts will be getting a new Potions Professor and a Transfiguration Professor because McGonagall has too many obligations. Let’s just say, I think you and Harry might be surrounded by family and friends come the start of term.”

The memory faded away and was replaced with a circular room with ten doors. The room itself was completely grey, as if it attempted to remain entirely neutral. Every door was exactly the same and the center of the room began to move around in the circle to prevent a person from sensing direction. Harry rubbed his temples, “Why is this sodding room from the Department of Mysteries in your mental maze?”

Draco shrugged, “If I understood the inner workings of my mind, then I think I would’ve escaped from here by now. However, I think I might stay in this room for now because you’ll be waking up soon. I think I have just as much of a chance of choosing a horrible memory as I do of choosing a good one. Also, we need to figure out a way to determine which doorways we’ve been through so that I don’t have to relive the same horrible memories over and over again. I really hope we pick the right door the first time.”

A/N: So, once again things take a twist. I have to admit that I was planning on using the connection at a later date, but thrnbrooke’s review got me thinking. Also, ChaosLady made the suggestion about me showing the first meeting between Rose and Harry. So, I would like to thank thrnbrooke and ChaosLady for this chapter.
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