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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Thanks to my beta reader BickyMonster! and Thanks to Liz who also helped betaread as well as helping me keep on track so I once again know where I am going with this story!
Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 17
Voldemort couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he leaned back in his seat and watched his loyal followers leave the room, some of them trying to make it look as if they weren't all but running. “Lucius, you will stay,” Voldemort ordered, watching as the blond man tensed slightly before nodding.
“Of course, my Lord,” Lucius said, taking his seat once more. The blond kept his expression blank as he watched the others leave the room, Severus being one of the last to leave. Lucius had been hoping to catch the man before he returned to Hogwarts; if Severus had truly given the book on bonding to Blaise, then Draco was involved somehow as well. The blond man wanted to question his old friend about what secrets he may or may not be keeping.
“Lucius,” Voldemort said once the door to the room had closed. Lucius looked at the snake-faced man, giving him his full attention. “How is young Draco faring on the mission I gave him?” Voldemort asked, already knowing that Lucius had not yet received word from the boy.
Lucius held in a sigh; it was pointless to lie to this man but he feared the truth would make him just as angry. “My Lord, I have not heard from Draco since Christmas,” he confessed.
“Your wife recently had dinner with him, did she not?”
“She did, my Lord,” Lucius admitted, hoping that Narcissa wouldn't be called into the room now. That was one thing that Lucius always tried to avoid because Narcissa detested the meetings so much and he didn't trust the Dark Lord with his wife. “But I am unaware if she knows of the task that you have given Draco,” he added.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. “You keep something this important from your own wife Lucius?” he asked mockingly, not really all that curious about it.
“Of course My Lord. You did not give me permission to speak of it with anyone. I have not told her,” Lucius said before adding, “I do not believe that Draco has either.” He was fairly sure that his son had not spoken to Narcissa about it because he knew that his wife would have been very vocal about her protests to such a thing if she had been informed.
Much to his relief, though, his answer seemed to please Voldemort; the man smiled sinisterly and seemed to become lost in his own thoughts. Lucius waited patiently where he was; he hadn't been dismissed and he knew that even if Voldemort wasn't speaking right now, it didn't mean that the Dark Lord was finished talking to him.
“You will inform me the moment Draco has contacted you,” Voldemort ordered, waving his hand and dismissing the blond man. Lucius didn't hesitate to stand and bow, before leaving the room.
Voldemort watched with narrowed red eyes, as the blond man left, knowing that Draco would not be sending any reports to his father. “Nagini," he hissed to the snake coiled around the legs of his chair. "I believe we have a traitor among us. The only question is what to do.”
Normally he would have killed any person foolish enough to betray him, but Draco had always shown so much promise. Lucius still remained ever loyal and so Voldemort still held out a small hope that the young Malfoy boy might just be misguided, something a severe punishment would set straight.
“Perhaps I will watch and see how this unfolds,” he said, smirking in amusement as Nagini hissed in agreement. He has seen Draco in Harry's mind and was very interested to find out how it was possible. That was something that was worth looking into personally.
~*~
The first thing that Harry was aware of when he woke up was the dull throbbing in his head, an uncomfortable, yet familiar, side effect from the connection he had with Voldemort. Doing his best to ignore the pain in his head, Harry shifted around under the covers that had been wrapped around him just a little too tightly and slowly forced his eyes open. It took no time at all for him to realise he was looking up at the blurry ceiling of the Hospital Wing.
"Oh! Harry, you're awake," he heard Hermione exclaim from somewhere off to the side, promptly followed by the sounds of a chair scraping across the floor. "I'll go get madam Pomfrey," she said.
"No, not yet," Harry said quickly, rubbing his hand over his eyes and temples in an attempt to ease the pain, and he frowned at how scratchy his voice sounded to his own ears. For a moment he worried that Hermione hadn't heard him, but when he slowly rolled his head a little enough to be able to see her standing next to his bed, though he couldn't make out her face without his glasses.
"She told us to get her when either you or Malfoy woke up," Hermione explained, watching Harry as he attempted to sit up.
His whole body was stiff and sore and he couldn't help but groan a little at the discomfort that the movement caused him. Once he was sat up though, he frowned at Hermione. "Draco's here too?" he asked, reaching over and feeling around on the bedside table for his glasses and giving Hermione a small smile when she took sympathy on him and put them in his hand.
He put them on and looked around, spotting Draco lying in the bed next to his apparently unconscious. Blaise was sitting in a chair between their two beds, though closer to Draco's than Harry's. The Italian boy's eyes were closed and the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated to Harry that he was sleeping, likely having nodded off while waiting for them to wake up.
Harry's frown deepened and he rubbed at his temples as his head throbbed again; he tried to ignore the pain and remember what had happened. Why was Draco here? He knew the blond had done something, had touched his scar. Harry remembered seeing Voldemort torturing Snape, and that the man had taunted him about it. But then Draco had somehow managed to get Voldemort out of his head, but not before...
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered, and he looked at Hermione sharply. “I need to talk to Dumbledore,” he said in a rush as he threw the blanket off himself to get off of the bed.
Hermione stared with wide eyes and moved quickly to try and stop him from getting up, even though she knew from experience that it would be useless. “Harry, calm down," she said firmly, trying to push Harry back into the bed.
"I have to speak to Dumbledore," Harry insisted urgently.
"I'll go get Pomfrey and she can call Professor Dumbledore here,” she offered, as Harry tried to move past her, despite her attempts to get him to get onto the bed.
The noise that Harry and Hermione were making managed to wake up Blaise. The tan boy looked at Harry curiously before standing up and moving over to the bed to help Hermione with him. He could already feel Harry's magic pulsing in the air, and he knew he needed to help calm the smaller boy before it got out of control.
"You just woke up and your already having a magical outburst?" Blaise asked incredulously, as he quickly and unceremoniously moved Hermione out of the way and grabbed hold of Harry before he could go anywhere.
"Let me go!" Harry cried out as he struggled against the hold that Blaise had on him, but the Slytherin just pulled him closer still, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor, even as the smaller boy continued to struggle.
The bushy haired girl was a little put out at having been pushed aside, but knew that she couldn't do much for Harry at the moment, and so she stepped back and watched as Blaise took over.
“I have to talk to Dumbledore! It's urgent!” Harry said frantically.
Blaise frowned at the near panicked tone in Harry's voice. “Harry you need to calm down,” he instructed, not loosening his hold.
"I think he has the right to panic about this," Draco said groggily as he slowly sat up in his own bed, still looking and sounding far too tired to even be awake. Blaise glanced over at the blond as he continued holding Harry against his chest, able to feel the smaller boy's magic thrumming threatening around them.
"I need to talk to Dumbledore," Harry insisted a little more calmly, though still trying and failing to pull away from Blaise. He didn't care if his magic tried to bring down half the castle, the only thing on his mind was that Voldemort knew about the bond that he shared with Draco; and Harry thought it probably wouldn't take much for Voldemort to work out that Blaise was part of it as well.
"I doubt there is anything Dumbledore can do about it now, Potter," Draco snapped irritably, however, he sighed when he saw Harry stop struggling with Blaise and look over at him with wide eyes.
Harry could feel that Draco was upset, but then again the blond had every right to be upset with him. Harry was really hoping that all the progress they had made wasn't going to go to waste, and he feared that they were going to find themselves right back where they started.
"I'm not completely mad at you, Harry," Draco said with another frustrated sigh; he could see the hurt on the Gryffindors face every bit as much as he could feel it through their bond. "I am angry at the unexpected situation, give that it is going to put my family in danger,” Draco pointed out.
Harry paled at that; the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. If Voldemort knew about the bond, or at the very least that Draco had some kind of connection to Harry, then he was sure to use Draco's family against him. And, while Harry would never care for Lucius at all, Narcissa had been very kind to him during New Year's dinner and Harry would never forgive himself is something happened to her.
“I have to tell Dumbledore about what I saw," Harry insisted, no longer fighting against Blaise's hold, letting the tan boy's presence calm his magic. "He'll be able to do something, even if it's only getting a letter to your mother...” he said, trying to reason with the blond boy, who shook his head.
“I don't trust him, Harry,” Draco admitted. “He has never given me any reason to trust him, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why you trust him. I want to talk to my Godfather, he'll be more help than Dumbledore.”
Hermione watched Harry and Draco as they had their conversation. This was getting them nowhere and Harry had started trying to get away from Blaise again, who just tightened his hold on the smaller boy. “I'm going to get Pomfrey,” Hermione insisted and she hurried across the hospital wing to Pomfrey's room, thinking that the school nurse could then contact Dumbledore, who could then also contact Snape.
Harry huffed when Hermione ran off before any of them could stop her, reluctantly letting Blaise help him back into his bed. He didn't want to have the school nurse hovering over him, but he knew that Hermione would also insist on Pomfrey getting Dumbledore down here as well. So that was something at least.
“Are you going to stay in bed now?” Blaise asked as he climbed onto the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around the other boy, and Harry nodded slowly. “Good. Now, does someone want to explain to me what exactly is happening?” Blaise asked, still unhappy about the fact that Harry had obviously been keeping a pretty large secret from them.
"I would also like to know the answer to that," Draco said. "I'm sure there is a very good explanation as to why the Dark Lord was inside your mind." Draco fixed Harry with a hard stare, ignoring how Harry refused to look at either him or Blaise all of a sudden.
Harry tried to get away from Blaise again, shrugging the tan boy's arms off from around him. Blaise frowned at that, slowly letting the smaller boy go now that his magic wasn't threatening to explode out, and getting off the bed. But he didn't move away, staying close just in case Harry panicked again.
"I don't know if you would consider it a 'good explanation'," Harry said quietly, "but... Voldemort... I'm connected to him, through my scar." Harry clenched his hands into fists as he stared down at his lap. "It burns whenever he's near... but, at the beginning of this year it started hurting at random times, then the visions started..." Harry bit his lip and waited for either Draco or Blaise to say something. When neither boy spoke Harry lifted his head slightly to look up at Blaise, and then to Draco.
Draco looked slightly paler than he had before and Blaise looked a little shocked. Out of all the secrets that Harry could have been keeping from them, Blaise had not expected this. Both boys remained silent and Harry continued watching them, feeling tense as he waited for one of them to say something. To his surprise, it was Draco who spoke first.
“I honestly didn't think you would have answered that question so willingly,” the blond admitted, unsure of what else to say. He was shocked to find that Harry had a connection with the Dark Lord, and more than a little frightened by the idea, but he had just used his own Occlumency shields to force the Dark Lord out of Harry's mind. He didn't know if there was much else that would have frightened him as much as going up against the evil wizard had.
“There really wasn't any reason not to tell you...” Harry said softly. “I just... I didn't think it was something that would have effected you too.”
“If you didn't have a reason to keep it secret, then why did you?” Blaise snapped, not happy with the fact that something this big had been kept from him and Draco.
“When was I supposed to tell you? When the bond was first formed? I did tell you both then that being bound to me would put you on Voldemort's hit list... Or maybe I should have told you over Christmas?” Harry suggested with frustration. “Things have just started working out with the bond, and it's not like I can just start a conversation saying 'Oh, by the way, Voldemort sometimes pops into my head for a visit',” Harry said, his own anger raising. “Most days I try not to think about the fact that I have some psycho that can force me to see what he's doing.”
“How could you NOT think about something like that?” Draco asked, sounding shocked and looking a little sick.
“It's all I can do," Harry pointed out. "I suck at Occlumency, you've seen for yourself how bad I am at it. My only other option is to sit in my room worrying myself sick about when Voldemort is going to try and invade my mind again,” he tried to explain.
“If you put more effort into Occlumency...” Draco started but Harry shook his head.
“It's not as easy as everyone makes it out to seem, Draco," Harry insisted. "I HAVE tried. I've read the books. I clear my mind like Snape tells me to. I know I must be doing something wrong but nothing I do works! I am sorry I didn't tell you two sooner about this connection, but there really wasn't a good time TO tell you. And you know now...” Harry said, looking from Draco to Blaise and wondering how long the two of them were going to be angry at him for this.
The three of them all turned as they heart the footsteps of Hermione coming back, and saw that she was leading Pomfrey and Dumbledore towards them. The nurse quickly set to work checking over Harry, making sure that he was alright.
“Harry, my boy, I am glad you are awake," Dumbledore greeted as the nurse fussed over the teenager. "Miss Granger informed me about what had happened in the library. I was very worried when you hadn't woken up after an hour,” Dumbledore admitted. “I thought that there might have been some damage...”
“No sir, no damage, no more than usual," Harry assured him, looking to Madam Pomfrey, who nodded her agreement with that sentiment before moving over to check on Draco next. "But, sir, Draco did something, he managed to push Voldemort out. But because he did that, I think, Voldemort must know about the bond now,” Harry said, ignoring the glare that Draco was sending him as the nurse fussed over the blond. “Draco wants to talk to Snape about this too, but I think we need to get in touch with Mrs Malfoy somehow. If Voldemort knows about the bond...” Harry trailed off, not wanting to voice his worry about what could possibly happen to Narcissa if Voldemort did decide to use her.
“I understand, Harry, but unfortunately Professor Snape is not here at the moment,” Dumbledore informed them.
“My Godfather isn't here?” Draco asked his eyes going wide. Had the Dark Lord hurt his godfather badly enough that the man had been forced to stay at Malfoy Manor?
“I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, as soon as he returns I will send him to find you,” Dumbledore promised. “In the mean time, I would suggest that you do not try contact home. If what Harry said is true and Voldemort does know about the bond between you and Harry, it could be very dangerous,” the headmaster told him, ignoring the glare that Draco was now directing at him and turning his attention back to Harry.
“Sir, what are we going to do about Draco's mother?" Harry asked, not going to let the matter go. "If he can't contact home, then how are we going to get in touch with her?”
“If Professor Snape has not returned by tomorrow morning, then we shall think of a way to get in touch with Mr. Malfoy's parents,” Dumbledore assured them. Harry reluctantly agreed, not missing the sceptical expression that Draco was wearing; however, there wasn't much else that could be done right now.
“If you don't mind now, Headmaster, these boys need their rest," Pomfrey said as a way of dismissing him not approving of her patients being exposed to such stresses. The headmaster gave her a respectful bow of agreement and she turned to give a look to Hermione, who had also given her trouble about leaving the hospital wing a few times before. But Hermione wasn't going to argue with her tonight.
"Don't even suggest that I leave," Blaise said firmly, as Hermione went to hug Harry, wishing her best friend goodnight, before heading out of the medical wing. "I am bonded to both Harry and Draco, I'm staying with them," he insisted, and Madam Pomfrey reluctantly nodded her head.
Dumbledore hesitated a moment longer , looking at Harry again. “Get some rest, my boy,” he said affectionately. He looked to Draco as well, knowing full well that the boy didn't trust him and there was little he could do to change his mind. “You as well, Mr. Malfoy. I will send Professor Snape to see you once he returns,” he said and turned to leave, following Hermione from the Hospital Wing.
"You may take one of the empty beds, Mr Zabini," Pomfrey said, as she fussed over both Harry and Draco, giving them both a potion that would help them get some more rest. Blaise made his way over to one of the empty beds and appeared to settle himself in to get some sleep as well, the nurse giving him a curt nod of approval before heading off to her office.
However, once Madam Pomfrey had returned to her office, Blaise climbed back out of bed, and waved his wand to levitate it so that it wouldn't make any noise as he moved it. He gently lowered it back onto the floor right next to Draco's. The blond boy gave Blaise a smile, picked up his own wand, and waved it so that the two beds were now joined into one larger one.
Harry watched them silently from his own bed as Blaise climbed into the bigger bed next to Draco and the two boys settled down to get some sleep. He let out a small sigh and was about to lay back down to try and sleep when Draco, who was the closer of the two, spoke.
“You don't have to stay over there you know,” Draco said as he rolled over onto his side to look at Harry, who gave him a confused look. “You're still stressed, and worried, you're not going to be able to sleep unless you calm down. Blaise and I are obviously very helpful with that,” Draco reasoned and Harry's cheeks turned slightly pink at the thought of sharing the now over-sized bed with both Draco and Blaise.
“Won't it be a little awkward?” Harry asked.
“No more awkward then this whole bond is anyway,” Blaise commented, watching as Draco stood up and went over to Harry's bed and grabbed the smaller boy's hand. Harry didn't really protest as he was pulled from his own bed and led over to theirs. Draco gently shoved him to get into the bed and climbed back in himself once Harry had settled himself down.
Harry's face was bright red as he was sandwiched between both Blaise and Draco, lying there a little stiffly, not wanting to encroach on either of the other boys' space. However, neither of them seemed to mind having him there, as Draco removed his glasses for him, and he felt Blaise slowly running fingers through his hair.
“I am worried about my mother as well Harry, but she is not a weak woman,” Draco said and Harry found it a little weird that Draco was the one reassuring him about Narcissa.
“I am sorry I didn't tell you about the connection,” Harry said, wanting them both to know that he really was sorry that he hadn't told them about Voldemort. But there truly hadn't been a good chance to bring it up at all.
“We know now, Harry,” Blaise said, echoing Harry's earlier words.
“And I know that I can use my own shields to protect your mind. So...that is one less thing that you have to worry about,” Draco pointed out with a smile, more than a little proud of himself that his shields were apparently strong enough to keep the Dark Lord out.
Blaise continued running his fingers through Harry's hair, watching as those green eyes struggled to stay open but kept sliding shut, staying closed for longer each time they did. “I can send a letter off to my mother tomorrow if Professor Snape isn't back by then," Blaise offered. "She can invite Draco's mother to stay with her for a while,” he informed both Harry and Draco.
Harry smiled softly at that, glad they had at least some kind of plan and feeling comforted by Blaise's touch as he fell asleep. Draco gave Blaise a grateful look as he settled down to get some hopefully peaceful sleep of his own.
~*~
Ron looked up when he heard the portrait door open; he didn't say anything as he watched Hermione climb into the common room and close the door behind her. She didn't seem to have noticed him until he stood up.
“Ron,” she said looking a little startled to see him up so late, as it was well past curfew.
“I heard Harry landed in the hospital wing again,” Ron said and Hermione frowned, looking at the red headed boy in front of her. He looked a little uncertain as he looked around the common room, and Hermione also looked around curiously; it was late and they were the only two in the room at the moment, something that made Hermione a little nervous considering how strange Ron had been acting recently.
“Yeah...his scar,” Hermione said, knowing that Ron would understand what she meant without her going into detail.
“Right, that thing.” Ron snorted then shook his head and Hermione frown deepened as she watched him. She wanted to ask him why he hated Harry all of a sudden, enough to try and attack him at least on one occasion, but before she could say anything to him she heard footsteps coming down the stairs from the boys dorms.
Both Ron and Hermione looked at the stairs as one of the upper years came into the common room. “Hey, Cormac,” Ron greeted and Hermione blinked looking from the sixth year to Ron.
“Hey, Ron,” Cormac said as he paused on the bottom step catching sight of Hermione. “Sorry, didn't know you were busy,” he said but continued towards them anyway, his eyes never leaving Hermione “Don't think we've really met before.” Cormac held his hand out to her. “Cormac Mclaggen,” he introduced.
“Hermione Granger,” Hermione said but didn't take the offered hand. She looked curiously at Cormac however, then back over to Ron giving him a look of suspicion.
“What?” Ron asked blinking at her and Hermione shook her head; she couldn't talk to Ron with Mclaggen here.
“I'm going to bed,” She announced before hurrying out of the common room before either of the boys could say anything. She paused when she got a few steps up, looking behind her at Cormac, who was still watching her. There was something about him that set her on edge. She was curious about when Ron had even become friends with the older boy; she didn't think she had been that unobservant. Turning back around she hurried up the stairs and into her own dorm room. She would have to talk to Fred and George about it tomorrow.
TBC

So there is a bit more information about Ron here. And the relationship between Harry Blaise and Draco is definitely progressing in the right direction! <3 Hopefully that will continue going well for the three of them.
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