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Bonded Consort	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33015 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Twelve—Catalyst, Reaction
“Why did he think I would just give up my magic and agree with him about Voldemort coming back?”
Draco sat up in the covers, more than a little breathless. He had gone back to bed with Harry, and Harry had indeed slept for another hour, but Draco hadn’t been able to. The sight of Harry threatening Dumbledore with his wand, making a move to stay with Draco, supercharged his lungs with hot air. And he was still hard.
It didn’t sound as though he would persuade Harry to take care of that any time soon, though. Trying to shake the image of Harry gasping up at him and lashing out with his magic as Draco pushed inside him, he turned back to the other side of the bed.
“Maybe because he thought you’d always rolled over so far,” he suggested. “You went into exile and you didn’t every try to use your magic before this. You can admit, he might have thought you were tame.”
Harry froze. Then he whispered, “Is that really the way it looks from the outside?”
Draco shrugged. “Not to me now, but I think it probably does to your family and Dumbledore.”
Harry lowered his head and breathed in silence for a few seconds. Then he said, “I don’t want them to think of me as tame.”
Draco nodded slowly. “I was thinking it was a good disguise, but now the disguise has been broken open by Dumbledore,” he explained, when Harry stared at him. “He might even have figured out that I Obliviated the Potters and Dahlia. So we might as well go in at full strength, and make it clear that we won’t stand for your magic to be taken away.”
“I have a question.”
It was a quiet sentence, and Harry had his head bowed and his fingers twining around each other again. Draco reached out with a frown and caught hold of his fingers, gently squeezing them before he let them go. “If you don’t want them to think of you as tame, then don’t act as if you’re going to cringe before a charge.”
“I didn’t mean that.” Harry’s breath hissed so harshly that Draco had no idea what he meant, and held still in hopes of finding out. Harry finally looked up, his face broken out in sharp blotches of red. “Should we bond before we see your parents again? And—my family?”
Draco blinked rapidly. It was true that they had the only things they needed for the bonding right here: the bonding bracelets he’d brought with him when he left the Manor, their wands, and themselves. He could stand up right now and lead Harry through the ceremony. It was something he had known since he was a child, the way he had known the history of the Malfoys and the genealogy of most of their allies’ families.
But he didn’t want to do it. He wanted something more sacred and stronger, even though he knew that he would never persuade his parents to join in anyway. He caught Harry’s hand and gently kissed his fingertips, shaking his head. “I don’t want to bond until you’ve had longer to get used to your magic and we’re both sure that’s what we want.”
“But you said you wanted it. You said.” There were other blotches coming out on Harry’s cheeks now, ones that Draco was sure could be attributed to anger.
“I know that.” Draco kept his voice low and precise. “But a bonding can’t be reversed, Harry. Not like—Muggle divorce.” It had taken him a moment to think of the word. “And I told you before, if what you wanted of me was learning to manage your magic and nothing else for right now, then I would do that for you. I want to woo you, but I won’t rush the courtship. And this kind of thing is going to leap right over it.”
“I don’t want them to be able to separate us. Couldn’t they do that if we went back unbonded?”
Draco gently touched the corner of Harry’s eye and traced it around in a curve until Harry was smiling from the tickling feeling, and looking at him again. Then he murmured, “They can’t separate us because I won’t let them.”
Harry tightened his shoulders for a second as if against a cold wind blowing. He finally said, “I don’t want your parents to Obliviate you or disown you. I don’t want you to suffer because you decided to help me.”
“Never think this was completely unselfish,” Draco admonished him gently, and traced the corner of his eye again. “My parents would have forced me to marry someone they approved of, but who I couldn’t stand. I did and do want to help you, but I would never have shown up if I liked Dahlia.” For some reason, it seemed important to him that Harry understand that.
*
Draco, don’t you think I know that?
Oddly, it was one of the things that had made Harry decide to start trusting Draco. He had shown up telling Harry the truth and explaining that he wanted a consort he could bond with. If he had presented himself the way Harry’s family and Dumbledore had—talking about what was best for him and everybody else, and how Harry had to understand that that meant he would suffer—Harry would have shut the door in his face. Or had M.H. bite him.
But this way, he knew Draco would help him all the more, because he thought his own happiness depended on Harry knowing magic and finding his heritage.
Harry reached up and caught Draco’s wrist, stopping the finger that traced around his eye. It felt nice, but it was way too distracting. “I know that. I accept it. And you.” He ran his own hand through Draco’s hair, and Draco’s eyelids fluttered in return, something that made Harry feel incredibly smug. “But what you have to remember is that I’m allowed to be concerned about you in return. Would your parents disown you?”
“They can’t. I’m the only child they have, the only continuation of their line.”
“But if they think that you’re doing something unworthy of a Malfoy…”
“They can think that all they want. Acting on it is something different altogether.” Draco sounded so soft and smug that Harry tried to put aside his own fears and smile at him. He must have succeeded, because Draco’s smile softened to something adoring, and he touched the corner of Harry’s eye again. “We should go to England now, though, I think.”
Harry’s breath caught. “Without being bonded?”
“Not being bonded isn’t something they can use against us.” Draco settled back on his heels and grinned. “We’re both of age. Besides, your parents gave up any rights over you when they drove you into exile.”
Harry blinked. “They did?” He’d consulted one wizarding legal expert in Massachusetts on the rights of Squibs who had told him they were never considered adults, and their families could basically acquire authority over them whenever they wanted it. Most Squibs were left alone only because their families wanted nothing to do with them.
“They did, under British law. That’s one reason some families preferred to introduce Squibs gently into the Muggle world instead of driving them away.” Draco’s mouth was crooked. “If you drive them away, they’re gone. They can do whatever they want, marry someone without your permission. Or bond.”
“If I’m not a Squib anymore…”
“Normal rules still apply. You’re of age. They could disown you, but they effectively already did. And I wouldn’t look forward to a share of the Potter fortune in their wills.”
Harry had to grin. “I never was.” Then he frowned. “But your parents could still hurt you through methods other than disowning you, couldn’t they?”
“Why don’t you let me worry about that.”
“We’ll both worry about it,” Harry contradicted him, reaching out and winding his fingers through Draco’s, “because we’re both going back to England, and we’ll both face your family and tell them what idiots they are.”
Draco gave a smothered laugh and said, “Dahlia would never have stood up to my parents for me like this. She would have been convinced they were right, because they approved of her and she can act like the perfect little automaton around them and have them nod and smile.” He paused. “You know we’ll have to find out what happened to your sister?”
“If it was my magic or something else,” Harry said, with a sigh. He wasn’t looking forward to that, not least because it would probably involve his parents blaming him again. But it had to be done if they wanted any peace. “I know.”
“You needn’t look as though I’m condemning you to an execution.” Draco’s voice was very soft as he tightened his arms around Harry and pulled him in. “I promise that they won’t get the chance to insult you. I’ll wrap you up in a cocoon of my sparkling wit and no one can come close.”
Harry grinned again, despite the thought of the expressions on his parents’ faces when they saw him come in at Draco’s side. “There’s one thing you have to do first.”
“What’s that?”
Harry held out his hand. Draco stared blankly at him. Harry tapped his wrist.
“I think there’s a bonding bracelet that should be here to proclaim our intentions,” Harry finally said, when Draco’s stare hadn’t faded.
*
Draco felt as though all the air in his chest had caught fire at once. He reached out and drew Harry’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of his wrist.
“I think we can arrange that,” he whispered, and went to fetch the bonding bracelets from their nest of Acromantula silk. He hadn’t bothered to put on clothes, and Harry’s appreciative eyes lingered on him all the way. That made Draco want to strut, but the fire burning in his chest rendered that difficult.
Gently, Draco pushed back the silk and took out the bracelets. Yes, he could have Summoned them, but he didn’t want to take the slightest chance of them crashing into something and breaking.
He turned around and carefully cradled them in his hands, then took a step towards Harry and sank to one knee. Harry looked as though he was having his own problem with fire, his face flushed and his eyes so bright they seared Draco.
“You may have made the decision, but I’m making the offer,” Draco breathed. “Harry Potter, will you become my bonded consort?”
Harry drew in a slow, overwhelmed breath. “Yes,” he said finally, the whisper fluttering on the edges of Parseltongue, and held out his hand.
Gently, Draco slid the appropriate bracelet onto it, and tapped it with his finger. The magic in the bracelets reacted to intentions and family blood, not a wand; in seconds it had shrunk to perfectly fit Harry’s wrist. Harry stared down at the small sparks of color in the glass, and swallowed.
“You will want for nothing that I can provide you,” Draco said smoothly, reciting the words that were the traditional Malfoy ones for accepting a consort. They were different than the ones spoken at a wedding. Then again, a consort was different from a husband or wife. Draco only had to glance at Dahlia to be happy about those differences. “You will have my protection, my breath, my life, my body. In all my interests I promise to put you first.”
Harry clutched the bracelet with one hand, the bed with the other. Then he said, “I’ll promise to be as faithful and important to you as you are to me.”
Not traditional words, but Draco had to admit, as he stood and kissed Harry, that he couldn’t think of anything better.
*
Harry touched the bonding bracelet on his wrist and felt the soft warmth of the glass. He hadn’t asked Draco if there was an enchantment on them. He didn’t know if he feared the answer that there was or that there wasn’t more.
Draco stepped up beside him with one hand held out. “I know you want to take M.H., and your wand, and the new clothes I bought you,” he said. “Those are already packed.” He glanced at M.H., who had wound himself around Harry’s ankles and gone to sleep. “That will work to Apparate him. Please be honest.”
“Honest about what?” Harry didn’t need to play dumb.
“Do you want to take anything else with you?” Draco’s hand passed like a hovering shadow over his face, smoothing down the line of his cheek. “Is there really a tattered piece of Muggle clothing, or a bowl or knife, that you care enough about? Or a blanket?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You never did buy me new ones. You only Transfigured one.”
“You should see the ones I’ll buy you once we’re back in Britain.”
Harry folded his arms and struggled to maintain his teasing tone. “I keep hearing promises about these blankets. They never come true.”
Draco kissed the back of his wrist, the way he had often since Harry put the bonding bracelet on, stooping down to do it. His eyes never left Harry’s. “Would you rather go blanket-shopping first? We can always do that, you know. And I can show you the small house where we can live. It has wards strong enough to fend off a combined attack of Malfoys and Potters, if it comes to that.”
“Strong enough to resist Dumbledore?”
“As long as there’s a member of the family blood living there.”
Draco sounded absolutely calm and settled. Harry squeezed his hands abruptly, and saw the way Draco started.
“Thank you,” Harry said. “Thank you for being here, for coming to court me, for wanting to bond with me, for introducing me to my magic, and being strong enough that you’re not afraid of what your parents can do.”
He’d never made a speech like that in his life, but the words flowed from his lips as easily as if he had. Harry blinked a little. Maybe he’d…well, maybe he’d been inspired.
His inspiration was a little flushed. He reached out and curled his arm around Harry’s waist, tugging Harry flat against him. Harry swayed forwards, eyes not leaving Draco’s gleaming lips.
Draco swallowed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t kiss you, or we won’t Apparate back to Britain before tonight, especially with all the stops we’ll have to make along the way.”
Harry flinched at the thought of those jumps; a nine-year-old memory of them was still unpleasant. But when Draco narrowed his eyes a little and waited, he only said, “If anyone can make that much Apparition nice for me, it’s you.”
Draco immediately looked as smug as a cat with ten canaries in its belly. “Hang onto me,” he said, and Summoned the small shrunken trunk that all of Harry’s new clothes, as well as the few belongings Draco had brought with him, were tucked into. Harry made sure that he had his new wand, and that M.H.’s grip was firm around his feet.
As they Apparated, Harry looked around his flat and wondered if he would see it again.
*
Draco straightened the collar of his robes. Yes, Apparating via multiple jumps to get from Canadian island to Canadian island, then to Iceland, and then across more scattered islands in the North Atlantic and Britain was exhausting, especially when he had only newly learned their Apparition coordinates. But he and Harry had had an hour to put the small Malfoy house Draco intended to live in to rights, instruct the house-elves in the décor they wanted, and alter the wards so that Draco was the only Malfoy who could enter or leave. That was enough time to rest and get ready to face his parents.
“You’ll do fine.”
Draco cast Harry a glance. “I distinctly remember being the one to reassure you when we began this journey.”
“And now I’m giving back what I took,” said Harry calmly, although for a moment his hands clenched in the sleeves of his robe. “Is that wrong? I thought consorts should give as well as take.”
Draco’s irritation melted away like frost. He took Harry’s hand and touched the bonding bracelet. “Forgive me. I know my parents aren’t going to be pleased, and they can both be cutting when they want to.”
“But you don’t want to marry Dahlia.”
“Of course not.”
“Well, that’s the only result that would please them,” Harry said calmly, meeting and holding his gaze, “so we resign ourselves to them not being pleased, and go on with our lives.”
Draco smiled and looped his arm with Harry’s. “And be as traditional as we can, just to anger them further. Can you look as distant and unimpressed as I was when I first came to your flat?”
“Well, I do hope so,” said Harry, although his eyes laughed. “Considering that you were staring at me the entire time, you didn’t give me much of an idea that you were unimpressed.”
“Always with you, not the surroundings,” Draco said, and stepped outside the house to whirl them both into darkness. They arrived on the front steps, inside the gates and the wards, as only blood family or someone Side-Along Apparated by blood family could do. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Draco nodded and glided up the steps with Harry on his arm. A house-elf opened the door before he could touch it, and squeaked with wide eyes. Even more perfect, his father was coming down the front stairs in dress robes, and his mother waited at the bottom. They both turned at the elf’s sound.
“Father, Mother,” Draco said calmly, “may I present Harry Potter, who has agreed to become my consort?”
Harry lifted his head and said, with precise, cold intonation, “Charmed.”
*
DJaddict: That's why Draco and Harry decided to move so fast.
SP777: Draco would have considered that wasted effort on Harry's flat. He doesn't know any spells powerful enough to keep out Dumbledore.
But you will get to see them confront the Potters soon!
Jan: Thank you!
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