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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 16
It felt like little time at all before the winter holidays were over and the students were returning to the castle. Classes would be starting up again soon and this was something that Harry wasn't too thrilled about; he didn't really mind the one on one classes he would be having, not most of them anyway, but he was not looking forward to his first potions lesson with Snape, not after the last time he had been left alone with the man. Harry was truly hoping to avoid the lessons, not wanting to ever find himself alone with the professor again; he had even debated dropping potions completely, but he doubted that Dumbledore would allow him to get away with it.
Harry glanced up from where he was sitting on the floor in front of the fire when he heard the door to their common room open and a moment later Draco came in. The blond paused just inside the room and looked at Harry, who had already turned his attention back to the paper he had on the floor in front of him.
“You look like you're thinking too hard,” Draco said as he came over to look over Harry's shoulder to see what the other boy was doing. “That's your class schedule?” he asked when he saw what Harry was looking at.
“Yeah, I was just seeing what my first class would be tomorrow; I was kind of hoping for a day to sleep in,” Harry said, sighing as he pushed the paper away and leant back on his hands to look up at Draco. “Did you get to see your friends?” Harry asked in an attempt to change the subject.
“I did,” Draco replied, bending down to pick up the schedule that Harry had been looking at. “Why would you want another day to sleep in? Vacation just ended,” Draco said not allowing Harry to change the subject that easily. He frowned as he found the first class Harry would be attending in the morning. “You have Potions first thing tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I know,” Harry said with a small huff trying to look and sound annoyed by the fact that he would have to be up earlier then everyone else just because Snape hadn't been willing or able to rearrange his schedule. However, Draco could tell that Harry was more worried than annoyed.
“I don't want you to go there alone,” Draco admitted, thinking about what had happened the last time Snape had been left alone with Harry.
“What?” Harry asked looking up at Draco in confusion.
Draco settled himself down in a chair; he couldn't bring himself to sit on the floor with Harry. “I don't want you to be alone with Professor Snape,” he repeated.
“Oh...” Harry said before turning his attention towards the fire. He sighed, not sure what to think about Draco's statement; he could only assume that Draco didn't trust him not to hurt Snape again, after all having someone else shove memories at you probably didn't feel all that good. “I didn't mean to hurt him you know,” Harry said after a few moments of silence, his eyes still focus on the fire. “I feel horrible about what happened; I shouldn't have pushed everything at him like I did. I was just really angry and he wouldn't leave me alone. I don't like him, but I didn't want to hurt him,” Harry admitted softly.
Draco could only stare at Harry when the smaller boy finished talking. He knew that Harry had been upset about the incident, but the boy hadn't talked about it, so Draco had foolishly thought that everything was actually fine. However, it apparently wasn't; Harry was blaming himself for what had happened. “Harry, you didn't hurt him any more then he deserved for how much he pushed you," Draco insisted. "Professor Snape knows that the control you have on your magic isn't all that stable and yet still went as far as he did; he brought it upon himself. The reason I don't like the idea of you being alone with him again, is because I don't want YOU to be hurt like that again,” Draco said firmly.
Harry still didn't lift his head to look at Draco. “You're just saying that because the bond-”
“No,” Draco snapped, cutting Harry off again. Harry chanced a glance up at the blond. “Not everything I say and do is just because of the bond, Harry. Yes, the bond connects us but it doesn't make me talk to you, it doesn't make me care about you, it doesn't make me protective of you," Draco explained. "Surely I proved that when I was able to block and ignore the bond in the beginning," he pointed out. "The bond doesn't create feelings, it just amplifies the feelings that were already there, and it is my choice on how to react to them.”
Harry blushed brightly unable to look away from Draco as the blond spoke. He still found it hard to believe everything Draco was saying to him, as much as it wanted to. He thought maybe that was just because he and Draco had never gotten along, making it unbelievable that the older boy had any sort of positive feelings for him, but in truth he was always a little sceptical when people seemed to care for him.
“And let's say for a moment that the bond has changed us, that everything I say and do is being controlled by the bond,” Draco continued, seeing that Harry wasn't convinced, "does it really matter? I opened the bond expecting to lose myself, expecting to become someone that I'm not; but nothing about me has changed, I'm still me. I think I am going to make a rule right now; no more blaming the bond for everything.”
Harry chewed on his lower lip thinking over what Draco had just said; it felt like the blond was asking a lot of him. He didn't know if he could just stop blaming the bond for everything and just accept the fact that the feelings he had for Blaise and Draco were his own. And even then, how could he just start believing that both Blaise and Draco seemed to care for him? He thought he could manage it with Blaise, probably, but he had only recently stopped fighting with Draco, so for the blond to say that he actually cared for Harry was still a bit too strange for the smaller boy to just believe.
“And it's like I just said,” Draco went on, when it looked as if Harry was still thinking to hard about it. “Does it really matter anymore? As far as we know the bond can't be broken and things are starting to settle down now; for the moment I don't see any real reason for it to be broken,” Draco admitted, smiling when Harry let out a small sigh and nodded reaching over to take his schedule back from Draco.
“I know, I'm still going to worry about it though," Harry told him. "It's still too weird for me that you and I can sit and have a conversation together without yelling or trying to curse each other. To me that seems like the bond is changing us.”
“That's not really a bad thing though is it?” Draco questioned. “I'm sure we could go back to yelling and throwing spells at each other if you really wanted to,” Draco offered, looking mildly amused and raising a single eyebrow in question.
Harry laughed shaking his head. “No, things are definitely more relaxing like this,” he agreed. It wasn't that he didn't like how things had changed but he was struggling to trust it. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop; people caring for him had always seemed to come at a heavy cost in the past.
Draco smiled and reached out running a hand through Harry's hair, brushing the black strands away from Harry's face. The blonde boy didn't seem to really register what he was doing, until Harry leaned into his hand slightly.
Someone cleared their throat getting both Draco and Harry's attention. “Not interrupting anything am I?” Blaise asked.
“As a matter of fact, you were, so go away.” Draco replied with a smirk, turning to look at Blaise, pulling his hand away from Harry's head and missing the look of disappointment that crossed the smaller boy's face.
“Careful, I might start to get jealous,” the tan boy said walking over to where Harry and Draco were seated; he ruffled Harry's hair before he turned and pulled Draco out of his chair, giving his boyfriend quick kiss before he stole the seat that Draco had just been sitting in. Draco opened his mouth to protest, but yelped as Blaise grabbed his arm and pulled, causing Draco to all but fall into his lap.
“We were just talking.” Harry said giving Blaise a slightly worried look; he wasn't sure he would be able to handle Blaise being jealous as well.
“Harry, I'm teasing. I like the fact that you two are getting along,” Blaise reassured him and watched Harry relax. “So what were you two talking about?” he asked.
“The bond mostly,” Draco admitted, leaning back so that his back was resting against Blaise's chest. “That and the fact that Harry's first class in the morning is potions.” Draco felt Blaise tense slightly behind him and he smiled, happy to know that Blaise didn't seem to like that either.
“I suppose skipping the class would be pointless, since the one on one lessons were set up for you so you wouldn't be missing any classes,” Blaise said, looking thoughtful.
“I was thinking of just going with him in the morning. I don't think my godfather would turn me away if I decided to take classes along with Harry,” Draco said, looking from Blaise to Harry, who was watching the two of them with a small frown. “What?” Draco asked when he spotted Harry's expression.
Harry shook his head. “You don't really have to come with me. What happened before, it's not going to happen again,” Harry promised, not wanting Draco to be worrying about his godfather.
“That's not really the problem, Harry.” Blaise said with a sigh. “Neither of us really like the idea of Professor Snape being alone with you, even if what happened at your Occlumency lesson was an accident; and that is for your sake, not his. To me, it doesn't matter who's fault it was, he's the adult, he's the teacher, and he should have known when to stop pushing.” Blaise couldn't keep the anger from his voice as he thought about how he and Draco had found Harry in Snape's office. Blaise was actually quite surprised that he had not been called down to discuss punishment for threatening a teacher.
“I don't have much choice in the matter do I?” Harry asked, sighing when both Blaise and Draco shook their heads. “Fine.” Harry agreed, because really protesting that he could take care of himself was pointless, it was perfectly clear that the two Slytherins weren't going to listen to any such arguments.

~*~
Ron was fuming as he sat down in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He was so angry at nearly everything at the moment. His Christmas holiday hadn't really been as good as he had been expecting it to be; he seemed to be the only one in his family that was actually angry at Harry.
Ron really didn't care about being attacked by his former best friend, he knew that Harry had some really wild magic, he had much bigger concerns. There were some things that Ron had been noticing about Harry, which had initially got him worried. Like how angry the other boy had been once he had been brought to the Orders HQ; there had been no reason for Harry to be that angry, but he had calmed down after things were explained to him so Ron had let it go. But he had watched Harry a lot closer once they had returned to school.
Ron realised that, for someone who claimed to care about people, Harry was very much a loner, keeping to himself mostly. And he hardly ever told Ron or Hermione what was bothering him. Everyone knew that something horrible had happened in that graveyard, and yet Harry refused to talk about it, not even to his best friends.
That was when it had really clicked with Ron; he wasn't sure even now how he came upon the idea that Harry had been the one to kill Cedric. But in Ron's mind it all made sense.
~*~*Halloween Night*~*~
Ron sat down across from Harry, still watching his best friend as closely, as he had been for the past couple months since school had started again. Harry seemed normal enough, and tonight he was actually smiling and laughing with them.
“I love travelling, my parents used to try and take me somewhere almost every year. Even if it wasn't a fancy vacation, it was always a lot of fun,” Hermione said, smiling widely as she looked between Harry and Ron. “I know! Why don't the three of us go on a vacation?”
“What?” Harry asked looking at her.
“Next summer, the three of us should go somewhere. I mean, you've never been on vacation before have you, Harry?” Hermione asked.
“No, not really,” Harry agreed. “The Dursleys would usually try and leave me with someone if they could,” he admitted softly, though didn't admit that the couple times that they hadn't been able to do that, he was usually left locked in the hotel room while they went out and enjoyed themselves.
“Even Ron's gone on vacations before,” Hermione said. “He got to go to Egypt a couple years ago.”
“That was just because my Dad won some money though,” Ron pointed out bitterly. “It sounds like an okay idea, but I doubt my parents can pay for it. They couldn't even afford to get me a broom as a reward for becoming a prefect.” Ron said stabbing a peace of meat on his plate rather hard.
“Ron...” Harry said, a frown on his face. “I wouldn't want to even plan this vacation if you weren't going to come along. I can pay for you,” he offered, before turning to Hermione. “I can even pay for you too, Hermione.” he added, but shrank back slightly from the look Ron gave him.
“I am not your personal charity case,” Ron hissed, obviously angry.
“I never said you were,” Harry snapped; he had thought they were finished with this argument, they had settled things last year, hadn't they? Thinking about it now though, Harry wasn't sure they actually had settled anything about Ron's jealousy over Harry having money while his family was poor.
Ron shoved his plate of food away. “Then stop treating me like one!” he exclaimed. “Just because you have money doesn't mean you can throw it in everyone's face!” By now people close to them were starting to take an interest in the argument starting between the two best friends.
“Ron, that's not what Harry's doing,” Hermione insisted, trying to stop the argument, but Harry's temper had been on a rather short fuse this year, and Ron's was as fiery as ever.
“I'm not doing that! I've hardly ever had money in my life,” Harry pointed out, feeling his self-control slipping through his fingers. “Is it that much of a problem that I want to spend it on people I care about? Half the time I have to actually remind myself that I have a vault of my own that actually has money in it!” Harry shouted, glaring at Ron, who glared right back.
Hermione, being the one sitting right next to Harry, could practically feel the magic radiating off of him. She knew she had to defuse the situation quickly before something terrible happened. She glanced up to the head table, and saw that Harry and Ron's argument had also gained the attention of the teachers; McGonagall looked ready to stand and come handle the situation herself.
“It must be wonderful to have so much money you can't keep track of it all. I bet you didn't even notice when they added Cedric's winnings to your vault,” Ron growled, and that's when things took a turn for the worse. The glass that was next to Ron shattered causing the red head to jump and nearly fall back out of his seat.
Harry's eyes went wide as he felt his magic suddenly pushing out of him, and he tried to pull it back in quickly before something else happened.
“You're going to attack me now?” Ron demanded to know, his voice becoming louder as his temper flared further. “Is that how Cedric died? He said something you didn't like?!” Ron bellowed, and suddenly he was knocked back out of his seat then, and the whole Gryffindor table exploded into chaos as the fragile hold Harry had on his magic snapped.
Harry got out of his own seat, wrapping his arms around himself as though he might be able to hold the magic inside himself; he was oblivious to the fearful expressions on the faces of those around him, and Hermione’s cries of his name, as he stumbled backwards, hoping to put some distance between himself and Ron; Harry was struggling, using all his strength to pull his magic back in, and he screamed as it did just that.
Ron stood back and watched with a horrified expression on his face as Harry screamed, a magical shield forming around the smaller boy silencing his pained screams. In the chaos of everything, Ron saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw one of the older students with their wand out pointed in the direction of Harry.
Ron's eyes widened and he turned his attention back to Harry again quickly, only to see none other than Draco Malfoy sitting inside the shield that Harry and put around himself. Before he had any chance to protest this, Malfoy was joined by another Slytherin.
“What did you do?” Ron asked, looking at the other Gryffindor standing next to him.
“It was supposed to be a stunning spell,” the older boy said, looking just as confused as Ron by what was happening. “He seems pretty cosy with those Slytherins,” he pointed out. Ron narrowed his eyes and nodded; Harry did seem quite content to curl up closer to the tan Slytherin sitting behind him, and Malfoy was in front of Harry gently running his fingers through the black hair. The sight made Ron kind of sick and he turned away again.
“Cormac McLaggen,” the older boy next to him said, holding out his hand to shake Ron's.
~*End Flash Back*~
Ron shook his head; things had been crazy after that. He had shared his thoughts with Dean and Seamus soon after Halloween, and most everyone in the tower now seemed convinced that it had been Harry that killed Cedric. After all, they only had Harry's and Dumbledore's word that it had been Voldemort. And there really wasn't any proof that the Dark Wizard was back and gaining power.
~*~
Hermione hurried down the hall towards the rooms that Harry now stayed in with Zabini and Malfoy; she was eager to see him. She just felt bad that Fred and George weren't able to come with her, but they had decided it was best if they stayed behind in the tower and keep an eye on Ron. She had agreed that was probably the best idea, having heard from both Fred and George that Christmas hadn't actually been all that much fun, what with Ron trying to convince people that Harry was turning evil.
Hermione had to admit that she was worried about Ron and the fact that he thought that Harry was becoming malevolent. She wondered how many other people thought that by now. She pushed that to the back of her mind, as she reached the entrance to Harry's room; that was something she would worry about later. Lifting her hand she knocked loudly on the door, hoping that Harry was at least in there.
She didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and the blond prince of Slytherin stood there in the doorway. “Granger,” Malfoy said, more a statement than an actual agreement; he didn’t look at all pleased with her presence there, but a moment later he sighed. “I suppose you're here to see Harry,” He said, as he moved aside to let her in, ignoring the look of surprise that crossed Hermione's face. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Draco asked, raising a blonde eyebrow at her.
“You weren't on the train coming back here,” she said, still making no move to enter the room.
“Brilliant observation,” Draco said, smirking. “Now if you are not coming in after all, I have no problem slamming the door in your face.”
Hermione hurried through the door before the blond had a chance to just that; though she gave Draco another curious look. She hadn't actively looked for the Slytherin on the Hogwarts Express, but there had been a few people who had been talking about the fact that although Draco had been on the train going home, he wasn't on it coming back. While the other students had their theories about why Draco hadn't been there, Hermione had her own ideas; but she wanted to see Harry first before coming to any conclusions.
“Hermione!” a rather excited voice exclaimed, and, barely a second later, Hermione was practically tackled in a hug from her friend; she blinked in surprise before returning the hug. “I was hoping you would stop by before classes started tomorrow,” Harry said, pulling back to smile up at her.
Hermione smiled back, though she was a bit surprised to see Harry so happy; he had been so unhappy before. She looked up from Harry and over to where Blaise was watching them, and then over to Draco, who walked past her and Harry to sit next to Blaise. Though he too watched them, or rather, was watching Harry with a slight smile.
“Something happened,” Hermione said, looking back down at Harry. And though it was a statement, Harry could hear the request for information it contained.
“Yeah, something did happen,” Harry confirmed and pulled Hermione over to sit with him next to the fire. “The whole story is kind of boring, but...well, Draco opened the bond so...things are better now,” Harry briefly explained. “Draco, where did you leave the book?” he asked, turning to the blond.
“I think Blaise was reading it last,” Draco said, and the boy next to him nodded in confirmation. “Check the table next to his side of the bed,” Draco added and he watched as Harry hurried off to grab the book about bonding, most likely to give it to Hermione to read. Once Harry was out of the room, though, Hermione locked her eyes onto Draco.
“What happened?” she demanded to know. “When we left at the start of the holiday you wanted nothing to do with Harry. I come back, and you're already here, and you've opened the bond with Harry, why?” she asked, giving Draco an accusing look; she didn't trust him, which was fair considering how the blond had been treating Harry.
“It's a long story that quite frankly isn't any of your business, Granger,” Draco said as he sneered at her. “And let me make this one thing perfectly clear, I may be on better terms with Harry now, I may have opened the bond for his sake as well as my own, but I do not like you. I will tolerate you for Harry's sake and nothing else.” Draco settled back in his own chair and picked up a nearby book to start reading it. Hermione opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by Blaise.
“Granger, I suggest you let it go. He's tolerating you; if you don't start anything, neither will he,” Blaise said, hoping that the witch would drop it, and if she really wanted questions answered then she would ask Harry. Though Blaise was sure that Harry wouldn't be as forthcoming as she wanted.
Harry came back into the room then, stopping only briefly at tension in the room. He glanced at Draco, giving the blond a questioning look; though Draco didn't look up from the book he was now reading. “Draco,” Harry said.
“Granger and I have just come to an agreement that's all,” Draco said, answering Harry's unasked question. The black haired boy sighed shaking his head and went over to sit down next to Hermione. It really was the best he could hope for, he just hoped that things wouldn't always be this tense when Hermione was over.
Harry looked at Hermione and smiled. “We found out what kind of bond we have,” Harry said, holding out the book to Hermione. He watched closely as the witch opened it to the marked page and began reading. Her eyes widened slightly as she read the passage over a few more times making sure that she understood everything.
“Signature bonds? So, it's not one bond between the three of you, it's two separate ones, between you and Zabini, and you and Malfoy.” Hermione frowned reading it over again. “Which ones do you have though? This says there's different kinds...”
“We're fairly sure that Blaise and I have a magical one. And, then Draco and I...we have an emotional one,” Harry said glancing at the blond, who was still hiding behind his book doing his best to ignore most of the conversation.
“This book doesn't have much information on it though,” Hermione said as she flipped through the book a bit more, not finding any more information then the basics given in the description of each Signature bond.
“That book is use mostly to determine what type of bond has been formed. We've been a bit busy and haven't had time to look into it anymore," Blaise explained. "Though Draco and I know one thing for sure; bonds like this, they cannot be broken,” he said looking down at the bushy haired girl.
“Now that we know what the bonds are, we can do more research,” Hermione said closing the book and handing it back to Harry. He smiled at her fondly; he could tell that she was itching to get over to the library and start looking for more information right away.
“If you're offering to do the hard work for us, the be my guest,” Blaise said, as he leaned back in his chair.
“Don't say that! She'll just drag me along to the library with her,” Harry protested.
Hermione laughed at him. “You say that as if I wasn't going to do that anyway. I want to make sure you're actually caught up on all your work before classes start again tomorrow.” She laughed again when Harry groaned hiding his face in his hands.
“I'm caught up Hermione, I'm even ahead in a couple subjects.”
Hermione stood up and reached down pulling Harry back to his feet. “Good, that means we will have more time to look for more information on your bonds,” she said and started pulling him towards the door. Harry looked behind him silently pleading for help from Blaise and Draco, but Blaise just smiled and waved to him as Hermione dragged her friend out the door.
“Thank Merlin she wasn't here long,” Draco sighed putting the book down.
“Were you actually reading that?” Blaise questioned.
Draco shook his head. “No, but it kept her from trying to talk to me. Honestly, I don't see how Harry can stand her. She's such an annoying know it all,” the blond grumbled and Blaise chuckled.
“She can be a bit annoying, but she's not all bad,” Blaise pointed out and laughed at the look of horror that Draco gave him.
“I'm not about to go out of my way and be friends with her. But she is more tolerable then Pansy is," Blaise pointed out, "and even you can't deny that she's smart.”
Draco ran a hand through his blonde hair, not really caring if it got messed up now that there wasn't anyone else around to see it. “Those are her only redeeming qualities, Blaise. She is still a muggle-born, and that in and of its self makes her not worth my time.”
“Careful, Dragon, wouldn't want anyone to hear you say that to loud. You're already the son of a Death Eater, wouldn't want anyone else hear you supporting the Dark Lord's views,” Blaise said earning an icy glare from his boyfriend. “I'm just saying, we've both practically joined the side of light here; I know the reasons behind your views on muggle-borns but just be careful with what you say, and where you say it.”
~*~
Severus Snape sat behind his desk grading papers, though even this mindless job he couldn't concentrate on. His mind kept wandering back to the green-eyed boy who had been avoiding him ever since he had seen everything in the boy's mind. The images still haunted Snape now; just another thing to add to the ever growing pile of mistakes he had made.
Putting his quill down, Snape closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead trying to ward off the headache that was starting. He had spent far to much time thinking about this already. He had done his job and brought it to the attention of not only Dumbledore, but the boy's Godfather as well; though Snape supposed he could just blame Sirius Black for the amount of time that he was thinking about what had happened to the boy. Another image that wouldn't leave the potion master's mind, one of the people that had bullied him in school, practically begging for help.
Letting out a frustrated sigh Snape stood up; he wouldn't be able to finish grading these papers tonight. He left his office, going into his private rooms in search of something that would stop his headache before it fully formed.
He had just located his potions phials, when his left arm burned with a searing pain that had the potions master hissing and clutching his arm tightly. He should have been expecting this, but he had hoped that Voldemort would have given him a few more weeks before calling him. The pain in his arm seared again and Snape bit his lip refusing to cry out; this was nothing compared to what awaited him.
Still clutching his arm he made his way over to his fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder; he didn't have time to inform Dumbledore about this sudden summons. He called a house elf, barking out an order to inform the Headmaster that he would be unavailable for the evening. The elf nodded quickly and vanished as Snape threw the powder into the fireplace, calling out his destination before stepping through the green flames.
~*~
Lucius Malfoy sat at the table watching as Severus quickly walked into the room and bowed low before their Lord. They all knew that Voldemort was unhappy with the potions master; whatever task that Snape had been given, it was taking a lot longer to complete then expected.
“Severus,” Voldemort began, hissing the name like only the snake faced man could. “I gave you a task, Severus.”
“My Lord. The potion is nearly finished,” Snape said, he would not make excuses to this man. It would only make the punishment worse, and he knew that he was already in line to receive punishment this evening.
“Indeed. I trust you will inform me when it is finished? And how to you plan to administer it to the boy?” Voldemort questioned; he was searching for information, Snape could feel the snake like man moving through his mind. Snape made sure his Occlumency shields were set, and only memories that he could afford to show the Dark Lord were pushed to the front of his mind.
“I have not yet decided, my Lord; it would be difficult to put it in the boy's food, and I will not be able to force him to drink it either,” Snape explained, though he had no intention of making Harry's mind any weaker then it already was.
“It is part of your task to brew the potion, and give it to the boy. I do not care how it is done,” Voldemort said then narrowed his red eyes down at Snape. The potions master felt the man pushing harder into his mind; the Dark Lord was looking for something, picking through the potion master's mind shoving memories and thoughts aside. “What are you hiding from me, Severus?” Voldemort hissed.
“I am hiding nothing from you, my Lord,” Snape insisted, knowing this was the wrong thing to say, because the Dark Lord had already decided that the man kneeling before him must be hiding something and hated to be contradicted. The curse came quickly and Snape braced himself for the impact, letting the screams be pulled from him as Voldemort held the curse on him. It only lasted a few seconds, and when it was stopped Snape pulled himself back up and resumed kneeling in front of the mad man.
“You borrowed a book on bonding from Lucius,” Voldemort said catching not only Snape, but Lucius by surprise.
Snape kept his head bowed and his face void of all emotions. Why was something like that of any importance to Voldemort? Snape didn't think that the blond man had told the Dark Lord about the book, but Lucius wasn't as skilled at Occlumency as Snape was and the snake like man could have picked it right of Lucius' head. “I am sorry my Lord, it was useless information that is irrelevant to the task you have given me,” Snape apologised and felt the curse hit him again.
“You do not decide what I do, or do not need to know,” Voldemort hissed angrily flicking his wand again. The curse hit Snape once more, sending waves of agony running through every nerve in the man's body; it was held on him longer this time so that by the time Snape was pulling himself back up, his hands were shaking from the effect of the curse.
“I ask your forgiveness my Lord. I borrowed a book containing information on bonding, one of my students requested the information and was unable to obtain the book for themselves,” Snape said, though was still reluctant to show Voldemort the memory of him handing the book over to Blaise.
“I see, and who did you give the book to?” Voldemort asked smirking in amusement.
This was a question that Snape did not want to answer, though Voldemort may not or may not have heard of Blaise, or know of the relationship between the tan boy and the Malfoy heir, Lucius most certainly did. And from there it would only take a little more digging before the connection that both the boys had with Harry was revealed. But if he withheld any information from Voldemort, no matter how trivial it may seem, Snape was sure he wouldn't be walking away from the manor tonight. “Blaise Zabini, my Lord,” Snape finally answered, chancing a quick glance over towards Lucius, noticing how stiffly the man was now sitting in his chair.
“Zabini,” Voldemort said thoughtfully, sitting back in his seat and closing his eyes. A smirk quickly formed on his lips and he chuckled darkly. “You are dismissed, Severus, I am giving you two weeks to finish your task Severus. If the boy has not been given the potion within that time...” Voldemort shot one more curse at Snape, making sure the potions master knew exactly what was going to happen should he fail.
~*~
Harry sighed resting his arms on the book he was currently going through and laying his head on top of his arms. He looked over at Hermione, she had grabbed a stack of books and was going through them. Though she was getting more frustrated with each one as she put one after another aside.
“I don't get it! How can there not be any books here about anything related to Signature Bonds?” she said and looked over at Harry, who was using his own book as a head rest.
“I thought you had gone through the library before, and there weren't any books about bonding in here last time,” Harry pointed out.
“I know but, I thought now that we knew what kind of bond it was, we might be able to find something. It's like all the books about bonding have been removed from the library,” Hermione huffed in annoyance.
“Why do you want to find more information so badly?” Harry asked lifting his head up to look at Hermione. “We know what the bond is, Blaise, Draco and me are working it out as we go along, so it's not that bad really.”
“I know,” Hermione sighed. “I just want to do something to help if I can Harry. Blaise said that the bond can't be broken, but what if there are side effects from the bond?”
Harry smiled at Hermione, she always worried about him so much. “It's fine, Hermione.” He sat up straighter. “I'm not just saying that this time either. There might be side effects, but I think we're past the worst of them now that Draco opened his part of the bond.” Harry couldn't help but smile thinking about how much better things had been recently.
“Can you tell me what happened Harry? Last I knew Draco seemed pretty determined to break the bond as soon as possible.”
Harry told her about all the recent events she had missed, starting with how Blaise and Draco had taken care of him when he got sick. He didn't tell Hermione about the vision he had had, or his scar hurting, it would just give her another thing to worry about. However, he summarised the discussions that he and Draco had had, and ended with telling Hermione about how he had spent his new years having dinner with Narcissa.
Hermione sat in silence, letting Harry tell her everything that had happened. She was happy that Sirius had come to spend Christmas with Harry, but she could tell that Harry was leaving out stuff on purpose; she let it slide for now mostly because there wasn't anything she could do about what had happened a week ago already.
She frowned slightly when she noticed Harry rubbing at his scar every now and then while he talked. The black haired boy didn't even seem to realise he was doing it though.
“I'm glad things are working out then.” Hermione watched with a worried expression as Harry rubbed his scar again, this time wincing slightly. “Harry? Your scar...”
“It's prickling a little...” Harry rested arms back on the table, and laid his head on them. “It's been doing it on and off all day; although...” Harry trailed pressing a hand to his scar and closing his eyes.
“Although?” Hermione questioned, but Harry didn't answer pressing his hand harder to his forehead. Hermione reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, only to pull it back when she could actually feel his magic pulsing. “Harry!” She stood up and moved closer to him, though she didn't touch him.
“It's getting worse,” Harry hissed out. White hot pain suddenly split through his scar and Harry screamed falling out of his chair clutching his head.
“Harry!” Hermione yelled moving to kneel next to him, only to be blown back by his magic. Harry screamed again, before Hermione could even get back to her feet or even think about going to get Draco and Blaise, the two Slytherin's were there. They came running into the library, not even sparing a glance towards Hermione as they went straight to Harry's side.
Harry screamed as Blaise tried to move him into a sitting position with Draco's help. The blonde was paler then usual as he felt the echo of Harry's pain that was far worse then anything he had ever felt before. Though, as he looked at Harry, who had his eyes tightly closed, and was biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed in an attempt not to scream again, Draco realised he had felt this pain from Harry before, though the first time had been dulled by the fact that the bond had been closed.
“Harry, it's alright. Blaise and I are here,” Draco said pulling Harry up despite the protests from the struggling boy. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry while Blaise pried Harry's hands away from where they were clutching his head over the scar.
“Harry, what's wrong?” Blaise asked, though Harry was unable to answer as another wave of pain shot through him. Draco held him tighter.
“Shh, Harry, we've got you,” Draco said, though was at a loss as to what he could do. He reached up to brush Harry's hair out of the boy's face, but when his fingers connected with the scar several things happened at once. The scar was hot to the touch, and it sent a jolt of pain through Harry, that echoed in Draco's mind, there was a flash of a white face, and red eyes that Draco had only seen in person once. And then there was the high cruel laugh that no one but Harry and now Draco could hear, causing the blonde to suddenly let Harry go and scurry back trying to break whatever connection that just was.
Blaise managed to catch Harry and hold onto him before he could hit the floor again. “Draco?” Blaise asked when Draco suddenly moved away from them.
Draco took a few deep breaths, feeling like he was going to be sick and he didn't trust himself to talk right now. His mind was working in over drive at the moment; he had touched Harry's scar, then he had seen and heard Voldemort. He looked at Harry, who was struggling still as Blaise kept the smaller boy from clutching his scar again. Taking a few more deep breaths, Draco moved back over to Harry. “Hold him, Blaise,” Draco instructed, even though the tan boy was holding him already.
“Harry, look at me” Draco ordered. Pain filled green eyes slowly cracked open to stare into grey ones. “I'm going to get him out of your head,” Draco promised, though he wasn't sure if he would actually be able to accomplish this; but he couldn't leave Harry to suffer like this. Draco didn't wait for Harry to answer, before he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Harry's, putting his hands on either side of the other boy's head Draco closed his eyes and concentrated on the connection that he had with Harry.
Draco wasn't sure what he should have expected, but he hadn't expected to see flashes of images before his eyes. Even less expected was the fact that he saw his Godfather in a few of the flashes. The flashes soon turned into a solid image, and Draco felt as if he were watching this sick scene in front of him through a window.
/Are you enjoying the show child?/ The voice echoed through Draco's mind, and for a moment he thought that Voldemort had found him in Harry's mind.
“Leave him alone!” Harry shouted as a curse was thrown at Snape. And Draco knew then that the Dark Lord was talking to Harry, and had yet to notice Draco's presence.
/Worried about the professor you hate so much? This man caused you pain, I thought you might enjoy seeing him in the same amount of pain./
“No! I don't want this! Just stop it!” Harry shouted again, and to Draco's surprise he saw the curse being lifted from Snape, the man struggled into a kneeling position.
/It is curious why you care so much for this man, child./
“I don't like him. But don't want him hurt like this either! He hasn't done anything to deserve this,” Harry answered, there was that cruel laugh again making Draco wish that Harry would just stop talking to the Dark Lord. He felt like it was only going to make things worse.
/He deserves this and so much more./ The voice fell silent then, and Draco turned his attention back to the scene in front of him, but he couldn't watch any more. He didn't want to watch any more, so he started the task that he had set out to do and started weaving his own Occlumency shields around Harry's mind, much like he had done when he had forced Snape out of Harry's mind.
There was a soft chuckle that echoed through Harry's mind that made Draco's blood run cold. /Little Malfoy, now this is a pleasant surprise./ Draco panicked, throwing the shields up quickly and blocked the images, and the voice from both his and Harry's mind.
The blonde boy fell back away from Harry who was pale and sweaty, his whole body shaking, and, as Draco tried to sit himself up straighter, he couldn't help but notice that he wasn't any better than Harry was. “What was that?” Draco asked swaying slightly as black spots started to appear in the corner of his vision. The pain in his head was mostly gone at the moment, but he felt so drained.
Draco looked at Harry when the black haired boy didn't answer, and he saw that Harry was already unconscious.
“Draco?” Blaise asked, looking from Harry to Draco as the blonde swayed slightly before he too started to fall over, unable to hold himself up any more.
“Easy there,” someone said as they caught Draco. Blaise looked up and saw one of the Weasley twins, and he wondered when they had gotten there. Looking over to where Hermione now stood, had she gone to find help? Blaise hadn't even noticed.
“Let's get these two to the hospital wing, Fred went to tell Pomfrey, and probably Dumbledore as well,” George said and easily lifted Draco up. Blaise nodded and easily lifted Harry still not liking how light the boy was.
“I get the feeling that you know what just happened Granger,” Blaise said as he and George carried Draco and Harry out of the library.
“It's something I would rather not tell you in the middle of the hallways,” Hermione admitted. Blaise narrowed his eyes but nodded his agreement; he wanted answers. There appeared to be far too many things that Harry was keeping secret. This was the second time something like this had happened to Harry, but with the bond open, it was now effecting Draco, and to Blaise that meant that it was no longer purely Harry's secret to keep.
TBC
So I know that chapters for this story, as well as Contract Under Love, are slow in being written and posted. I apologise for that. It is not a lack of insperation, but more of a lack of time. It can take up to a month for each chapter because I write it, then it goes off to my beta reader, then when I get it back I read it again and look at what changes have to be made. If it isn't anything to big that needs changing the chapter then is ready to go up. But between me being busy, and my beta reader having her own life and stuff to do, unless I find the time to write and stock pile chapters again, updates will be slow. So I thank you all who have been paitent with me.
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