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Reforging old bonds	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights for the creation of the Harry Potter novels go to J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fictional writing

Chapter List
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Title: Reforging old bonds
Pairing: future drarry, implied Remus x Severus
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summery: Harry grows up as Remus and Severus' son, spending school hours at Hecate's school for young witches and wizards. Despite the slight difference in their ages his guardians arrange play dates with both the Malfoy heir, Draco who is Severus' other godson and the Longbottom heir, Neville.
Author's Note: Since my Draco is older, I decided he had a previous obsession with dragons due to his name. Also that he would want to have Harry practice facing dragons so that in keeping with Slytherin values such as resourcefulness, cunning and self-preservation. I also have done my best to present Slytherin fraternity, cleverness and determination.
Chapter 19- Yule Ball

“willyougototheballwithme?” Harry blurted out in the middle of a study session.

Draco glanced up, “Hm?”

“Ball? Harry asked hopefully.

Draco chuckled, “You’re asking me to be the Hogwarts Champion’s date?”

Harry nodded, while wringing his hands under the edge of the table.

Draco strutted across the room and kissed Harry into a daze, “Of course, I would hex anyone who tried to ask you.”

Harry shivered, Draco was serious…

To be honest, Harry didn’t really want to attend with anyone else…

XooooooX

Having been raised in the same circles, Harry already knew how to dance…

Draco’s mother had arranged for lessons and Harry like Blaise had been instructed in both how to lead as well as follow.

Blaise preferred to follow and usually was practicing with Theo who was a natural lead.

Harry didn’t bother Draco as often to practice so he begged Greg to help him so he wouldn’t embarrass the Prince of his adopted House.

Draco’s mother had taken them shopping for dressrobes and Harry’s were green with silver vines over an Italian grey suit with a green tie.

Draco loaned Harry and Blaise his apartment to dress in since he was getting ready with Urquhart and the rest of his dormitory.

Blaise was trembling and nervous as he primped them both.

Harry frowned, “What’s the matter Blaise?”

“It’s about my date…I’m afraid…”

Harry wrapped his arms around his friend, “Are they mean? Have they hurt you?”

Blaise shook his head, “No! Never! Char…” he hung his head miserably, whispering, “Charlie would never hurt me…”

Harry blinked, “Charlie? As in Ron’s older brother?” his eyes widened, “Is that how you found out about the dragons? You met Charlie?”

Blaise nodded, “Artemis must have found out somehow, she guided me that direction. It was an instantaneous attraction…I never imagined how powerful the connection between destined mates might be.”

“The twins have always looked out for me. How can you think I would be upset with this? I know I haven’t always been the best friend that I should be, but I want you to be happy and if Fred and George’s brother makes you happy then that’s wonderful.”

“Charlie won’t remind you how much Ron hurt you?” Blaise asked in a trembling voice.

“If he does, that’s my problem. My discomfort is not worth sacrificing your happiness. Is this why you didn’t tell us sooner?”

“I was worried I might be considered a traitor for it…”

“I’ll hex anyone who tries to call you that…” Harry promised. “Come on, we have a Ball to attend.”

The two friends left the apartment hand in hand.

Draco met them in the common room, taking Harry’s free hand and kissing it. “You look ravishing.”

Harry blushed, “Thank you. No getting mad at Blaise, I promised it was fine.”

Blaise squeezed his hand before scurrying out of the common room to the corridor leaving the door wide open.

“Mio diletto! Buona sera. Come mi sei mancato…”

“Dragule…I missed you…”

A bronzed redhead who could only be a Weasley, embraced Blaise and snogged their friend until he seemed to melt.

There was such an earnestness in the encounter, joy even…

Blaise was so lovable that Harry doubted anyone would dare begrudge his obvious happiness.

“As long as he’s like the twins…” Draco grumbled.

Charlie was obviously very strong from wrestling dragons and yet he was cradling Blaise rather than squeezing.

Blaise was set down gently before being nestled into Charlie’s side, fitting against his side and tucked into his shoulder.

Draco’s acceptance seemed to have stilled the expected controversy.

Draco escorted Harry from the common room Viktor and Brecc Montague following in their wake and the rest of Slytherin as well.

The only ones seeing less than enthused were Sixth Year Prefect Adrian Pucey and Fifth Year prefect Giselle Goyle who were clearly reluctant dates…

The only Slytherin from Harry’s year to be absent was Millie and that had Giselle looking more forlorn then before…

They arrived outside the Great Hall where McGonagall reluctantly met them and swept both Harry and Viktor along with their dates in line with Fleur Delacour and her date a strawberry-blond wizard with a Scottish lit to his voice.

Harry vaguely recognised him from Gryffindor.

The older lion, nodded at him before returning to ignore him.

The champions and their dates entered first, heading towards the largest table on the dais where the professors and staff normally ate.

Draco and Brecc pulled out their chairs for them, with Harry and Viktor sliding into their seats.

The rest of the Yule Ball attendees filtered into the Great Hall filing into seats at the smaller crystal tables.

Dumbledore welcomed them to the Yule Ball stiffly; he seemed perturbed by the Champions dates.

The goal of the Triwizard Tournament was international magical cooperation; so didn’t it make sense that their Guests, the Champions for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had Hogwarts dates?

Harry wasn’t sure who was more nervous, himself or Blaise.

Either way, he was shy about being here as Draco’s official date.

Harry was only vaguely aware that Fleur and Viktor were telling their dates about their respective schools but he really only had eyes for Draco.

Draco chuckled.

They ate absently, having some fowl dish that neither paid attention to.

Eventually they were asked to rise, the smaller tables on the floor of the Great Hall moved towards the wall.

A few instruments and fifteen members of the Frog Chorus allowed the first few dances to remain traditional.

Draco rose first, kissing his hand before inviting Harry to dance.

Harry and Viktor were whirled around by their dates, half-drunk with happiness.

It didn’t take long for Blaise and Charlie to join them or anyone else for that matter.

It wasn’t all that surprising that Hermione and Ron came together but it was sad that Ron practically dragged her off the dance floor after one dance.

Draco was happy that neither seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Draco’s cousin Luna had come with Neville Longbottom who was an old playmate to both Harry and Draco. They had clearly come as friends but neither seemed any more at ease than Adrian and Giselle.

Then again, not everyone could be as happy as Draco was…

After five songs, there was a break for refreshments while the younger years left the Great Hall.

Then a curtain fell blocking off the stage on the Slytherin side of the Hall.

It didn’t take long for the curtain to open and an announcement about a band that needed no introduction…

By this time Giselle, Adrian and even Neville had left.

Some persons had only come to make an appearance, especially those who had no real interest in the Ball or their date.

XooooooX

After a few hours of rather sensual dancing, Draco escorted Harry back to the dungeons to his own prefect apartment.

Before Harry knew what was happening, they were kissing…

Draco half-carried him to the bed they had shared for the last month.

Soon they were stripped down to their boxers, hands everywhere and Draco rutted against the slightly younger honorary Slytherin.

They were too young to go all the way; in fact despite being fifteen Draco hadn’t even really looked into proper sex. This was mostly hormones run amok…

They collapsed next to one another, their boxers drenched with cum, gasping.

Harry couldn’t imagine being anywhere else…

Draco couldn’t believe the end to a magical night. Everything was changing between them…

Yet they couldn’t stop if they tried…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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