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Honour Bound	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42041 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 18
- 19
- 20
Honour Bound

by Draeconin

See Chapter One for disclaimer and details.

Many thanks to Dela Ria for her support, and more.

Hrawn didn't know much to tell Harry, since he had been captured and transformed only shortly before Harry's birth. He did have to clear up one misconception, though; he was not a demon. He was only demon-like in that he had powers and abilities from his elemental nature while still being in a material body, such as being able to become a substantial creature of flame without harm to himself. On the other hand, Harry and Draco spent many hours educating Hrawn about the wizarding world of today, as well as informing him of Harry's personal past.
When Hrawn thought to question Draco about his past, however, the blond abruptly found other subjects to discuss. It was strange how his master also looked uncomfortable when the subject was brought up.
Harry had found out a little more about Draco's past before the blond had become his bond slave, however; enough to know that his fiancé had been both spoilt and controlled to within an inch of his life, with serious consequences for those times he didn't measure up to his father's expectations. Although Draco hadn't said so, Harry suspected that had been far too often, and that there had been worse than those things to which Draco had admitted. But he didn't pry. Draco would, he was sure, tell him when he was more comfortable with him. In the meantime, Draco had a new life with him, now, and as long as it didn't interfere in their lives, that corpse could stay buried.
Hrawn was always close by Harry now as well, although like most elementals he had a knack for remaining unobtrusive. That's not to say he wasn't noticed and marveled over. Hrawn was unique. But Harry refused to explain his familiar, and Draco followed Harry's lead. The blond loved to create mystery, and he was just as happy to help perpetuate one.
Shortly after term started, Harry was startled to have one of his Slytherin followers bow to him. It wasn't much - just a slight inclination of head and upper body - but it had clearly been meant as an obeisance. Harry didn't have a chance to ask about it, though, because the boy in question had, immediately after, gone about the business he'd been about before. Today was one of the days in which Harry had no classes with Draco, too, so he'd have to wait to find out if Draco knew anything about it, since the blond seemed to be ignoring Harry's mental queries. As the day wore on, he became certain that Draco was behind it, because it started happening more and more often.
"Draco," Harry said, when he finally cornered the blond at supper, "the strangest thing kept happening to me, all day." Harry had fixed his lover with quite a stern gaze.
"Oh? Do tell?" Draco asked innocently.
"Yes. It seems as though quite a few people have been developing muscle problems in my vicinity. They keep jerking about. Almost looks as though they're bowing or curtseying to me. Strangest thing. Can't imagine why they'd do that. Can you?"
"Mm," Draco said noncommittally, as he took a bite of steak. He was a bit nervous, however, so couldn't properly appreciate its tenderness and flavour.
"So were you hoping that I'd just overlook such strange behaviour from my fellow pupils, and not figure out how it got started?" Harry kept his tone at conversational level while trying to look and sound stern just in case Draco looked at him, but he couldn't help but feel amusement at his mate's nervousness.
Draco felt it through their bond. "Don't laugh at me," he demanded querulously, finally looking at his fiancé.
"I'm not laughing at you, love," Harry assured him as he took Draco into a tender side embrace, unable to maintain his pretence. "But it is amusing that you try to assume innocence with me when I can feel what you're really feeling," he added with a grin.

"Prat," Draco mumbled, looking at his plate, his face tinting.

Harry laughed delightedly and pulled the blond closer into the embrace. Draco just sat there, stubbornly refusing to react for a few moments before he sighed and leant his head onto Harry's shoulder. "It's not fair," he complained petulantly, finally letting his arms find their place around Harry's waist.

"Mister Potter," came the frosty voice of Minerva McGonagall, "it is against school policy to allow public shows of affection. Ten points off Slytherin; five for each of you."

Harry closed his eyes, his nerves thrumming with tension. He didn't need a rule nazi on top of everything else. He turned around, ignoring Draco's silent warning to not over-react.

"Professor McGonagall," he said to her retreating back, replicating her tone, "did the Headmaster neglect to inform you that this was my school?"

The woman came to a full stop, her form visibly stiffening before she turned around. "And a detention with Mister Filch for your

cheek," she said, and made to leave again. She hadn't a clue that Harry was being quite literal, and thought he was being impertinent.

"I suggest you talk to him, Professor," Harry said, steel in his voice."And I suggest you may have forgotten some of the codicils of the rules - such as one of the codicils of the rule you just invoked."

There were urgent whisperings here and there throughout the Great Hall, but for the most part those present had fallen silent - either through the entertainment value of the situation, thinking Harry was digging his own grave, or through sheer shock that anyone would brace the Deputy Headmistress.

The professor was holding onto the last shreds of her patience only with an effort. "And what would that be, Mister Potter?" Minerva was not used to being defied, and was white with anger.

"Why," Harry replied, smiling triumphantly, "that the particular rule to which you refer does not apply to officially engaged or married couples, of course." With that, Harry turned around, kissed a shocked, but gloating Draco briefly, and applied himself to his neglected meal, waiting for his ex-Head of House to react.

Turning his back on her was a mistake, as Minerva took it as a flouting of her authority.

Harry's meal disappeared. That the Deputy Headmistress would go so far shocked Harry. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. First Dumbledore, and now Professor McGonagall? He quickly became angry, and then he started to lose control of his temper. The air in the large room slowly started to move, and then began gaining momentum. Harry stood. His hair floated away from his head. His robes billowed. He turned and faced the woman.

"For the sake of the esteem and affection I hold for you, I request that you return my meal to me," he said to her with a very brittle calmness.

Minerva McGonagall had not become Dumbledore's second in command by being faint of heart. "And I suggest, Mister Potter, that you bring yourself under control immediately, and retire to your quarters. Your defiance has earned you a week's suspension."

Harry's eyes glowed briefly, but Draco put himself square in front of him and put both hands on his shoulders, which distracted him. He looked at the blond for a moment before looking back to the

Deputy Headmistress. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Very well," he said.

The way Harry Potter uttered those two words had almost every person in the room shuddering - partly because it was Harry Potter, and this behaviour was totally unlike anything they would expect, or had seen from him before. Nor was McGonagall unmoved, although she refused to show it. The whole episode from start to finish only went to show that Slytherin had spoilt her 'golden boy'.

Upon relating the incident to the headmaster later that day, however, she was shocked to learn that Harry did indeed hold property rights to the school and the land it was on, and that the codicil the young man had mentioned did indeed exist. Minerva could be forgiven for having forgotten it however, since it had been over fifty years since the codicil had been invoked. However, Dumbledore stopped her from going to apologise, and lift...most...of the punishments on the boy. Harry's attitude would still have earned him a detention.

"It will do him good to learn that he can't have his own way," was the reasoning Albus offered his second-in-command. In reality, he hoped to bring enough pressure to bear on the boy to bring him to heel. If necessary, he could threaten to expel Harry's fiancé for practicing political subversion.

At about the same time that Professor McGonagall was having her meeting with the headmaster, Harry was having a meeting of his own.

"Lilorienne; what would happen if you decided to shut down?" Harry asked, staring into the fire in the Slytherin suite.

'Shut down... In what manner?' she asked.

"I mean to halt services. Stop the staircases in the most inconvenient places possible; pass-worded portals stuck open; that sort of thing. Would it present a danger to anyone, or just an inconvenience?"

"Harry, that's...so Slytherin!" Draco exclaimed gleefully as he plopped himself in Harry's lap, and then proceeded to give him a huge congratulatory kiss.

"Um... Lilorienne? Did I miss your reply?" Harry asked as he smirked grimly at Draco, hugging the blond so hard that Draco swore he could hear his ribs creak.

'No,' she replied dryly, 'I was merely waiting for an opportune time to do so.'

"Oh. Well?" Harry asked, as a hint of colour tinted his cheeks.

'Just an inconvenience, I believe, if I don't leave the end of a stairway out in mid-air.'

"You know why I'm requesting this?"

'I saw the incident,' she replied, 'but isn't this a bit of an extreme reaction?'

"Perhaps," Harry admitted, "but I'm tired of being pushed around. This, in addition to another little plan I have, should make it clear that I am declaring my independence, and I will not be anyone's pawn. I'm almost positive that Dumbledore was behind that."

'He wasn't,' Lilorienne informed him. 'He's just now learned of it, but he's enforcing the McGonagall woman's decision. Now against her will, however,' she added.

"Against her will? But she-"

'Changed her mind,' Lilorienne said, interrupting. 'Once she knew you had told only the truth, she was going to lift the punishments. Headmaster Dumbledore is enforcing it, now.'

"Really," Harry said flatly.

"I can't believe that old fool!" Draco exclaimed angrily. "What's your other plan?"

"To make a visit to the kitchens," Harry replied coldly, although his anger had nothing to do with Draco and was now directed solely at Dumbledore.

"What?" the blond inquired in bewilderment.

~*~

"Is Dobby around?" Harry asked the first house elf he saw in the kitchens.

"Yes, Master," it replied. "Kammy will be finding him for you."

"Thank you, Kammy."

"Are you going to have the house elves start playing pranks on the staff, now?" Draco asked.

Harry laughed. "Nothing so drastic, love," he replied.

"Master Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed gleefully as he ran into the room.

"Hello, Dobby," Harry replied with a smile.

Dobby had taken Harry to the Head House Elf. This elf was so old that he actually had grown a fringe of short, white hair running around his head from ear to ear. Upon Harry being presented to the elderly elf, the old one had bowed deeply. The House Elves, through means known only to themselves, had found out that Harry was the owner of Hogwarts. Being the owner, their loyalties belonged only to him. So when Harry offered his proposal, it was agreed to with only a minimal amount of protesting and wailing. Housekeeping and laundry services would be suspended, and except for Harry, Draco, and Harry's supporters, only cold meals with milk or water would be served.

~*~

Back in their apartment, Harry ran his hands up Draco's back, pressing the blond to him. Kissing the blond tenderly, he then drew back a fraction and looked into his fianc�'s eyes. "When will you marry with me, love?" he asked.

"Whenever you say," Draco replied with a contented sigh, laying his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry gently took Draco's slender shoulders in hand and pressed on them, creating a bit of distance between them. A mildly perplexed Draco looked back into Harry's troubled eyes. "You don't know?"

Draco frowned. He didn't like Harry knowing something he didn't about his world, but the fact was that he was clueless about what Harry might be talking about.

Harry reached up and caressed the torc around his neck. "These," he said softly, peering intently at Draco to make sure he was paying attention, "are more than symbols of our engagement. When you have no more reservations about it, they will merge with our skins, making them permanent and more powerful than they now are."

Draco stared at Harry in shock, then blushed deeply as he realized that yes, he had been holding back a part of himself from the man he now could admit he loved.

"That is the true marriage. Anything else in only ceremony," Harry added.

"I do love you, Harry," Draco said intently as he snuggled back into Harry's arms, willing his dark-haired love to believe him - and with their link, the depth of the blond's love was evident.

"But?" Harry asked, enfolding Draco in his arms.

Draco shook his head violently. "No 'buts'." He was quiet for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, and then, "I've always been controlled and ordered around, Harry, but I always kept a part of myself separate - private - a part of me that was only for me and that nobody else could reach."

"And now?"

Draco almost never admitted to a weakness, but he did now. "I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I don't know!" Draco cried out, clutching Harry as he suddenly broke down in tears.

To say that Harry was surprised would be an understatement. The blond had always seemed to have control of himself. But he rose to the occasion and held his lover more firmly. When it seemed as though Draco would be crying for a while, Harry picked him up and carried him to their bedroom, laying him on the bed, then climbing onto it himself. He didn't have to gather his fianc� to him, as Draco seemed to try to almost crawl into him, clutching at the front of Harry's robes, then wrapping himself around his dark-haired love.

Harry held Draco, stroking the blond hair and slender back, making soothing noises, and feeling rather anxious and helpless in the face of his lover's breakdown, but determined to ride it out with him.

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