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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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So I don't know if anyone will actually read this, since I am sure you all just want to get on with the chapter you've been waiting for! But this is just an apology for taking so long, I had writers block, and then lost track of where I was going with this chapter, so I actually had to go back and re-read what I have done so far. So with that all done, and me back on track with what I am doing. Here we go!
Unwanted bonds
Chapter 12
Blaise waited in the common room for Draco, though he was curious about what his boyfriend might be doing; Blaise was also worried about him, as Draco had been acting strangely all morning, but it could have easily just been stress. After all, it wasn't every day that someone found out their family was playing host to the most powerful dark wizard around. That would surely stress anyone out; and if there was one thing that Blaise knew about Draco, it was that the blond did not handle stress very well.
That much was plain to see, considering how Draco was reacting to the bond with Harry. Though both Blaise and Draco had agreed that it was probably the best chance they had at decent protection, nothing could change the fact that Draco did not like Harry Potter.
As Blaise sat there, letting his mind wander, he felt something with the bond shift; it was similar to what he felt right before Harry's magic went wild. He stood up quickly and waited for a moment, but there was no wild magic, just that strange sudden shift. And that worried Blaise more then what Harry's magic could do. He ran down the hall quickly and came to a stop just inside Harry's door. His eyes going straight to the blond kneeling on the floor next to Harry's bed.
Draco had his head in his hands, his eyes closed tightly against the sudden pain he had picked up from Harry after opening the bond.
"Draco?" Blaise was more concerned now as he went further into the room, kneeling next to his boyfriend. "Draco, what happened?"
"Nothing, it's fine," Draco said, though he was still holding his head, wincing when he tried to move and Harry let out a small whimper at almost the same time. Blaise looked up onto the bed where Harry was still sleeping, then back at Draco before it clicked.
"The bond...Draco, did you open it?" Blaise asked, wondering why Draco would suddenly change his mind like that.
"Yeah...I did," Draco said through clenched teeth. His head was pounding from the sudden rush he had gotten from Harry, and no doubt Harry would be complaining about a headache when he woke up as well. But now that it was done, it couldn't be un-done. And much like Blaise had felt when the bond first formed, Draco now felt very protective of Harry, and Blaise both. It was a strange sensation, knowing that the feelings hadn't truly been there before, and even if they had, the bond seemed to make Draco more aware of them, but Draco pushed that aside for now, to instead focus on why his head hurt so much.
"This, probably should have waited till he wasn't sick anymore," Draco said with half a smile and Blaise chuckled.
"Yeah, might have been a better idea," Blaise said, helping Draco to his feet. They both looked over at Harry who was still sleeping. "So, what brought this on all of a sudden?" he asked turning his attention back to Draco once more.
Draco shrugged. "There never really was much of a choice, the bond can't be broken, not without causing harm to all of us," he said, though Blaise knew there had to be more to it than that. Draco wouldn't have given up on breaking the bond, just because one book said they couldn't.
Blaise shook his head, deciding to let it go for now. "Well, either way, it's done now," Blaise said, wrapping his arms around Draco. "Whatever your reason, I'm glad for it." Blaise was hoping that now with Draco's bond fully open, things would start getting better for the three of them. There was still a lot of work to do with the Bond, but now that they had an idea of what it was, they would be able to research more of it.
Draco leaned into the embrace, seeking the comfort that Blaise provided. He did not tell Blaise about the ring, or about the meeting he had had with Voldemort that morning, none of it was really important now; because, by opening the bond with Harry, Draco knew he would never be allowed to go home, not as long as Voldemort was there.
"...Blaise?" Harry's quiet voice broke the silence of the room, catching both Blaise and Draco by surprise, they hadn't noticed that Harry had woken up. The black haired boy turned his head looking at the two of them. "...Draco?" Harry blinked trying to clear his vision, wondering if he was seeing things, sitting up slowly he reached for his glasses.
Draco winced slightly as Harry moved though. "If it hurts to move, just stay laying down.," Draco snapped, and Harry froze looking at the fuzzy outline of who he knew to be Draco.
"It's not that bad..." Harry said confused, even though Draco had snapped at him, Harry didn't feel any of the usual hatred coming from the other boy.
"Your head hurts enough that it's making mine feel like it's going to split in two. At least don't move, until we can get some pain relief potion?" Draco requested putting a hand on his own head again, as the pain made itself known once again. "Merlin, how can you even be moving around with this pain?" Draco asked.
"I have a high pain tolerance I suppose... I know the pain is there; but... it's more like an annoying pain, so I just ignore it," Harry explained, though he knew this pain was more than just an annoyance, this was the dull aftershock of his scar burning, and it was still burning. But Harry knew that there was nothing that could be done but let it pass, so he chose to ignore it the best he could. He was used to pretending that he was not in pain, it was something he had been doing since he was younger.
"Ignore it? I always knew you were strange," Draco huffed, leaning his head against Blaise's shoulder, as he tried to ignore the pain like Harry, though it was something easier said than done in Draco's opinion.
"You two wait here," Blaise said gently pushing Draco away from him, and making the blond sit on the bed. "I'm going to get some pain relief potion for both of you," he said, giving them both a worried look before he left the room. Blaise knew that Draco and Harry were most likely not going to fight as much now that Draco had opened the bond, but he would be naive to think that there would be no more fights. This was after all, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, sworn enemies since day one.
When Blaise left the room, Harry leaned back against the headboard, finally slipping his glasses onto his face, so he could now see Draco sitting there on the bed with him. The blond boy wasn't looking at him though. "Draco?" Harry asked, he could feel their bond loud and clear now, and he could tell that Draco was worried, and perhaps more than a little scared.
"Draco, why did you open the bond? I thought, I mean, opening it like this... it's not exactly breaking it..." Harry said chewing on his lower lip, as images swam back to his mind. He couldn't tell if he was remembering them, or if they were actually from Draco. "It was Voldemort," Harry said his eyes widening. "You, this morning, you saw him."
Draco flinched at the sound of the Dark Lord's name, and shot Harry a look for using it so casually the way he did. "How do you know about that?" Draco snapped, he hadn't even told Blaise about seeing Voldemort, and all Harry did was look at him and he knew
"Oh, right," Draco said, shaking his head and feeling stupid now. "The bond, you probably saw. It's not really any of your business; but no, that is not the reason I opened the bond. Well, not the whole reason anyway," Draco continued, looking at Harry, who was now staring back at him. Draco noticed the still slightly flushed cheeks and so reached out, pressing his hand against Harry's forehead again, catching Harry by surprise. Draco pulled his hand away when he saw Harry flinch back.
"Your fever has really gone down, but maybe we should continue talking," Draco suggested, "after you've fully recovered."
Draco let his hand fall back onto the bed, and Harry just stared at him; not quite sure what to make out of this whole new situation he found himself in. It had been just yesterday that Draco had left, still determined to break the bond with Harry. The jealousy was still there, Harry could tell that much at least. Harry could also tell that Draco still hated the idea of Blaise giving Harry any kind of special attention, but as easily as Harry could tell all that, he also knew that it didn't seem quite as important to Draco as it had yesterday.
"Why don't you want to break the bond anymore?" Harry asked. Could coming face to face with Voldemort really change Draco's mind so drastically?
"Because there is no way to break it, Harry." Draco turned his head looking away from Harry; he looked around Harry's room, having never really been in there at all during the past month and a half. He was surprised that the room was still so, empty. He could tell that someone had been using the room, there were school books on the desk, and Harry's cloak was draped over the back of the chair, but there was no other signs in the room that anyone actually lived in there.
"Oh..." was Harry's soft reply. Draco expected him to say more, but when nothing else was said, Draco looked back at him. Harry had his eyes closed, though wasn't sleeping. Draco wondered if Harry was still trying to ignore the pain in his head. Draco could still feel the echo of it, but now with the bond fully open, he could now use Occlumency against Harry again, just enough to keep his own mind safe from the pain.
"What happened while Blaise and I were gone?" Draco asked. "You didn't seem all that sick when I left yesterday." Draco tried not to sound all that concerned, but it had been quite frightening to come back and find Harry passed out on the floor.
"Why do you care?" Harry snapped, glaring at Draco. "As I recall, you couldn't wait to get out of here yesterday. Why aren't you still home with dear old Mum and Dad?"
Harry didn't know where his anger was coming from, maybe it just had something to do with the fact that since Halloween, Draco had made it quite clear that he was only agreeing to the bond because of the protection that came along with being bonded to Harry Potter. Draco had also been going to most of Harry's Occlumency lessons; theoretically the blond had been there to help Harry learn how to use it, but it had been far more amusing to just laugh at Harry's inability to protect his own mind.
"I don't know what you want me to say to that," Draco said; he knew that Harry had every right to be upset, but Draco felt his own anger rising. "I couldn't wait to get out of here yesterday, because I didn't want to sit here and watch you steal my boyfriend away. As to why I'm not still at home, I don't think I really need to answer that question."
"Steal your..." Harry stared at Draco in confusion. Did Draco really think that Blaise wouldn't choose him over Harry? Even after practically screaming his confession to Blaise yesterday, Harry knew that Blaise would always choose Draco first.
"Even if I was interested in Blaise, do you actually think he would actually choose me over you?" Harry asked, his hands fisted in the blanket, as he studied the blond boy in front of him. And he realised that Draco truly did think that; he was so focused on all the attention Blaise had been giving Harry, that he wasn't able to see how much Blaise still cared about him. "Is that why you hate me?" Harry asked, catching Draco off guard.
"What?" it was Draco's turn to stare at Harry.
"Is that why you hate me?" Harry repeated the question averting his eyes from Draco's. "Why you hated Blaise giving me any kind of attention before, and why you're always mad at me. Even when I don't have control over my magic, and Blaise has to calm me down... I thought before that it was because of the bond, but you never seemed that mad about it. But whenever Blaise is near me..." Harry looked back at Draco. "You thought that I was trying to take Blaise away from you," Harry said softly with dawning realisation and Draco had no idea what he could even say to that. Simply saying 'yes' didn't quite sound right, because now being faced with the question, why did Draco hate Harry so much?
Harry lay back down, resting his head on the pillows he closed his eyes. "We've never been friends, and I'm not stupid enough to think that's going to change, even with the bond open. But Draco, I don't hate you that much, it's obvious you both love each other. I'm not going to break you guys up," Harry said, rolling over, he wasn't really intending on going back to sleep just yet, but he didn't think he could continue this conversation right now.
Draco turned his head towards the door, half hoping that Blaise would come back right about now, and save him from having to actually think about the answer to that question. But Draco knew it would take Blaise longer to get the pain relief potion and get back.
"I don't hate you either," Draco finally said, and didn't know if he was more surprised that he had actually said those words to Harry Potter, or if it was more surprising that he was almost sure that they were true.
**B**
Snape was in a foul mood, more so then usual. Though this one was not caused by students for a change. This one had been caused by the Dark Lord, and the fact that Dumbledore was standing in the potion master's office, apparently awaiting Snape's return.
"Is it too much to ask that I be able to spend my own holiday as I see fit?" Snape said as way of greeting the Headmaster.
"I merely came to inquire about your Occlumency lessons with Harry," Dumbledore said, not at all fazed by the sharp tone Snape had used with him. It seemed as if Dumbledore always thought that irritating Snape was some sort of game, trying to see how far he could push the other man before being thrown out of the office. Which was something that Snape had not been able to do yet.
"Why don't you go ask the boy? He did stay here for Christmas after all," Snape said removing his cloak and hanging it up.
"Yes, well it would seem that he is currently being looked after by both Draco and Blaise. Or were you not aware that they returned from their holiday so soon?" Dumbledore watched as Snape moved about his office, checking on his potion ingredients before grabbing a few phials off the shelf.
"I was aware of it, after all I did just return from Malfoy Manor." Snape looked at Dumbledore now. "Just ask me what it is you really want to know, I am quite busy right now."
"I have already asked you my question, Severus. Though now I must wonder why you are reluctant to answer."
"That boy has no hope of ever protecting his mind, the only thing he could possibly ever do to the Dark Lord is give him a minor headache from having to look at that jumbled mess," Snape said. "And the Dark Lord is getting impatient waiting for the potion." Snape narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore frowned. "I see. Then we will have to think of something else that will help protect Harry's mind. How long can you delay the potion?"
"Another three weeks at best, or else I will have to start over," Snape informed him.
"That, might be for the best," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Of course I would imagine that Voldemort would be quite displeased if the potion was not ready in three weeks." It was more of statement, because Dumbledore already knew the answer to that, and also knew quite well what would happen to Snape if the potion was somehow delayed even longer.
"Continue with the potion, and Harry's lessons for now. I will think of something else we can try," Dumbledore said turning to leave Snape to his own business. And Snape resisted the urge to throw something at the retreating back of the Headmaster, it was an urge he had resisted many times before. He truly did not believe that Dumbledore even knew what the potion would do to Harry.
And it wasn't even just Harry any more, with Draco and Blaise being bonded to the Golden Boy, who knew how the potion would affect them through the bond. Snape growled to himself as he went into his private room where the potion was waiting for the next few ingredients. He almost hoped that Peeves would find his way in here and ruin the potion for him. It really would buy them some more time.
**B**
Sirius Black was not a happy person. Granted it was hard to really be happy when you had nearly the entire Wizarding world out for your head. And a good portion of the Muggle world on the lookout as well. But after being wrongly accused for fourteen years, he was used to it by now.
However that is not what had him upset today. It was the fact that Harry was supposed to be here today, but due to unknown circumstances, his godson had decided to remain at school. And to make matters worse, Sirius was stuck in this filthy house with nothing but his obnoxious house elf for company, and the occasional order member that passed through. The only one who ever remained long enough to have a good conversation was Remus, but even the werewolf was busy these days and could never stay as long as Sirius would have liked.
So for now, Sirius was stuck waiting for Remus to arrive, since he was supposed to come by and spend Christmas with Sirius and Harry. Of course the problem was that Harry was obviously not here, and Sirius was doing his best to just not storm through the fireplace to Dumbledore's office and demand to know why his godson was still at school.
"Are you still brooding Sirius?" Remus asked as he came into the kitchen where Sirius was sitting watching the fireplace. And Remus knew from the look his old friend was giving him, that if he had arrived any later then Sirius would have used the floo and gone straight to Hogwarts. "You know Harry probably has a good reason for staying," Remus pointed out.
"I'm sure he does, but I am also would have expect that he would have at least sent a letter to at least let me know he wasn't coming," Sirius stood up to start pacing. He had been waiting all morning for Remus to arrive, and he felt he would go crazy if he waited any longer. "I need to talk to Dumbledore, or maybe just go there. If Harry won't come home, then I'll just go to him." Sirius grinned, and Remus knew that his old friend was not joking around. After all, Sirius had broken out of prison to get to Harry, and would risk going back again in order to see the boy.
"Alright I will floo call Dumbledore, but even if he allows us through then you're going as Padfoot," Remus said also standing up; it would be pointless to argue with Sirius right now, so the easiest thing would be to help and minimise the risk of him being caught.
"Of course, because I really thought it would be a good idea for Sirius Black to go wandering around Hogwarts." Sirius shook his head. "Give me a little bit of credit."
"Well, it's not like you haven't done it before," Remus reminded him.
"And even then I was still Padfoot," Sirius shot back. "You do know the only reason I haven't gone to Hogwarts already, was because I was waiting for you."
"It must have been very hard to practice that kind of patience," Remus teased. He went over to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder off the mantel; throwing it into the fire, Remus knelt down and put his head in the fire. "Hogwarts, Headmaster's office."
Dumbledore looked up from the papers he was working on and smiled over at the fireplace. "Ah, Remus. And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Dumbledore asked turning slightly in his chair to face the fireplace.
"Sirius and I were curious if Harry was available? Since he was supposed to come here for Christmas, Sirius is worried about why Harry didn't," Remus said, though in truth he too was worried, but he played it right, then Dumbledore wouldn't just be able to wave it off by saying Harry was fine. Because there was no telling what Sirius would do when it came to Harry.
"Yes, I see. Well there were some things that came up, that prevented Harry's return home. I am sure you have heard that young Mr. Weasley and Harry have been fighting again. It would not have been good to send them both home, best to give them time to cool off," Dumbledore said.
"Then it shouldn't be a problem for Sirius and I to come through and visit with Harry. Or maybe he could just come through to our end." Remus suggested.
"I am afraid Harry isn't up for travel at the moment. But yes, you two may come through, provided you take the right precautions." Dumbledore said; and so it was that a moment later both Sirius and Remus were stepping through his fire place dusting themselves off.
"Before I let you two see Harry, I think I should inform you of a few things that have happened." Dumbledore told them, as he motioned for both Remus and Sirius to take a seat, so he could tell them about the current predicament that Harry found himself in.
**B**
Harry only remained asleep for half an hour; he was woken by Blaise who had returned with the pain relief potion. "Don't need it anymore," Harry said pulling a pillow over his head, intending to go back to sleep. The pillow was removed by Draco.
"You do need it. If I take it, it's not going to stop the pain since I'm not the one in pain," he snapped; Harry flinched at the harsh tone before forcing himself to sit up.
"If I take it, can I go back to sleep?" He asked.
"I think it would be best if you tried to eat something before sleeping more," Blaise said. "And you do also know that you can't avoid talking to Draco and I, no matter how much you sleep," he pointed out, handing the phial of potion to Harry.
"I can just refuse to talk to you," Harry argued back and then downed the potion, making a face of disgust. "Why do they have to always taste so bad?"
"Because if you add anything to the potion to help with the flavour, it will ruin the effects of the potion," Draco informed him. "If you ever paid attention in class, you would know that."
"Don't start with me, Draco." Harry glared at him before shifting to start getting out of bed.
"Should you really be getting up?" Draco asked. Harry's only response was to shrug as he pulled himself up out of bed; reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed his glasses and put them on.
"You and Blaise aren't going to let me sleep some more, so there's no point in laying in bed." Harry leaned slightly on Blaise when he felt a little light headed; he didn't stay there long though, after he realised what he was doing, and Harry pushed himself away from Blaise. "I'm fine, I don't need any help," he said stumbling his way across the room.
Blaise followed him, noticing how unsteady Harry still seemed on his feet, and figured it would be bad if Harry hurt himself if he fell. Draco, however, remained where he was just watching Blaise and Harry. Blaise staying close enough to catch or help Harry if needed, and Harry refusing to really even look at Blaise, let alone accept any help from him. It may have been because of the talk he and Harry had had earlier, or maybe it was the bond. But he could tell that Harry was refusing the help from Blaise, because he didn't want Draco to get the wrong ideas again. The black haired boy was purposely pushing Blaise away, closing himself off from what he actually wanted, in order to make sure Draco didn't get jealous of him again.
Draco let this go on for a few minutes before he had enough; he couldn't stand watching Blaise hovering like that. But it was Harry that was getting to him. He really was willing to hurt himself, to make sure that others would be happy. Draco was moving before he even knew what he planned on doing. He looked Harry over, even though they were close to the same height, Draco knew from earlier that the boy was far lighter then he appeared. Making it very easy for Draco to lift him right off his feet.
"Wha! Hey! Put me down!" Harry protested to being picked up.
"Stop flailing around before I drop you on your arse," Draco snapped, though there was no irritation, or hatred through the bond with those words. Draco carried Harry out and set him down on the couch. "Blaise and I worked to get your fever down as much as we did, the last thing any of us need is for you to be stubborn and push yourself into a relapse." Draco looked down at Harry who was staring back up at him with an almost stunned expression. It was the words that Draco was not saying that had caught Harry's attention.
"Thank you." Harry smiled and settled down onto his seat, he accepted the blanket that Blaise brought over to him.
"I requested that the house elves bring Christmas dinner to our rooms tonight," Blaise said. "Since I don't think Harry should be walking to the Great Hall tonight."
"Dumbledore let you do that?" Harry asked.
"I did, and I do not see a problem with it," Dumbledore said from the doorway, catching the three boys by surprise. "I heard that Harry was feeling under the weather today, and I came to see if he was doing any better," the Headmaster explained with a smile.
"I am feeling better sir. It was just a small cold, I forgot to wear warmer clothes when I went flying yesterday," Harry admitted, though he knew that there was more to it than that. But he didn't think now would be the time to mention that he had seen Draco meeting with Voldemort.
"I trust you will be more careful in the future?" Dumbledore asked and Harry laughed.
"Not likely. But I will try." He smiled when Dumbledore chuckled.
"Yes well, there is another reason for my visit here. Harry, I thought since you were unable to return home for the holidays, you might be up for a couple visitors." Dumbledore turned to open the door, looking back at Harry when a large black dog darted into the room and jumped on the couch with Harry, licking his face all over, only to be pulled off by Remus.
"Really, he still has a cold and all you can do is jump on him." Remus shook his head, looking back at Dumbledore, who just appeared to be amused at the whole thing.
"I shall have some extra food sent up from the kitchens with your own dinners. I will allow you to enjoy your visit. And Merry Christmas, Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry grinned back at him, as the black dog was climbing back up onto the couch next to him.
"Merry Christmas," Harry replied and laughed as the black dog started licking his face again.
Draco was amazed, he couldn't remember ever seeing Harry look this happy. Even though the bond, he could tell that Harry was truly happy at this very moment. He nudged Blaise, and the two of the backed away for a little while, to let Harry have his moment with his family.
TBC
And just to keep people updated! I am still working on this fic, even if the chapters are slow at coming out, Don't give up hope! I have no intention of giving up on this story, since I have really good plans of where I want to go with it!
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