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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
Okay, well I wasn't going to post this, I was actually going to sit on this chapter for a couple more weeks before posting it. But chapter 21 is about half way finished now already. Here is a special treat!
Thanks to BickyMonster for beta reading this for me! You are totally awesome
Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 20
Hermione let out a small sigh as she sat down in her favorite spot in the library. She had been coming there a lot recently, as trying to study in Gryffindor Tower had become nearly impossible. The tower had always been a loud place but it seemed to be a lot worse this year. Not only was there the normal rowdiness of the other students, but there had been a few fights that had broken out as well, people defending Harry, and others who were convinced that Harry was on his way to becoming the next Dark Lord.
One thing Hermione had noticed, however, was how Ron had been staying out of most of those fights recently. The red-head had also been looking tired and pale but, try as she might, Hermione had been unable to get a moment alone with him.
“Looks like someone is thinking too hard.” Hermione looked up quickly and sighed when she saw Fred pulling out a chair to sit down across from her. She looked past him expecting to see George with him as well. “George had some things to take care of,” Fred told her with a smile.
“What things?” Hermione asked.
“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” Fred grinned at the suspicious look Hermione was now giving him.
“How much trouble is he causing then?” Hermione questioned with fond exasperation.
“No trouble yet, he wouldn't cause any trouble without me,” Fred said seriously and Hermione could only shake her head at him.
“Okay, then why are you here?” she asked, even though she had been spending more time with the twins than anyone else in Gryffindor lately, it was a little strange for one of them to seek her out personally.
Fred let his smile fall and he leaned back in his seat looking up at the ceiling. “Honestly, I was hoping to talk to you about something. See what you think about what me and George found out yesterday.”
Hermione gave him a curious look. “About what?”
“Well, you know Colin Creevey, that kid with the camera that was always following Harry around?” Fred asked, looking more serious then Hermione had ever seen him. She nodded her head once and waited for Fred to continue. “Well, he came to me and George yesterday. He said that he overheard someone talking, said that someone was targeting Harry again.”
“We already know that though, there are quite a few people in Gryffindor right now who are after Harry,” Hermione reminded him.
Fred sighed and nodded. “That's what I said too, but it got me and George thinking. It's mostly Gryffindor's that are out to hurt Harry this time, which is a bit backwards when you really think about it. Normally it's the rest of the school that turns on him first,” Fred pointed out and Hermione's frown deepened as she thought about that.
“I haven't heard of anyone else looking for Harry...” she said slowly, though looking quite baffled by that revelation.
“No one else in any of the other houses, besides Slytherin that is, have actively gone looking for Harry to hurt him,” Fred told her, him and George having reached the same conclusion. “And even then, most of the Slytherins have left Harry alone since he has that bond thing with Zabini and Malfoy. So as far as George and I can tell, it's just Gryffindor that has a problem with Harry at the moment,” he added and watched with a small smile as Hermione mulled over this new information. He could practically see the thoughts going through her head, like she was putting together a puzzle that only she could see.
“I think we need to get Ron alone to talk,” she finally said and looked at Fred again, the red-head looking confused by what she had said.
“Why Ron?” he asked. “Other than the fact that he's the loudest about how Harry's gone dark.”
Hermione shook her head. “There's something not right going on, and I think Ron knows what it is. I've been trying to talk to him for weeks now, but I haven't managed to find a chance to get him alone.”
Fred grinned. “Leave that to me. It might take a couple days, but I think George and I can handle getting Ron alone. One of us will come and find you when we've got him,” Fred promised and Hermione nodded; it was the best she could hope for. And now she was hopeful that maybe, in a few days, she would be able to find out exactly what was wrong with Ron.
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Blaise stood up quickly when Harry ran into the room and dropped the food onto the table. “Harry?” Blaise asked, letting out a small 'oof' when he suddenly found Harry in his arms. The smaller boy was shaking and it didn't take long for Blaise to notice that Harry's magic was barely being held back.
“Harry? What happened?” Blaise asked in concern, while he wrapped his arms around the trembling body, holding Harry closer to him. Harry only shook his head, burring his face against Blaise's chest as his magic was slowly calmed by being close to his bondmate.
Blaise silently held Harry for a few moments, until he was sure that Harry's magic was a little more stable. “Harry, I'm sorry I tried to push you into talking about your relatives,” Blaise said, feeling Harry tense up and felt the smaller boy's magic spike dangerously again.
“Blaise, I don't want to talk about it,” Harry said softly. “Please, I don't want to talk about it.”
“You need to talk about it at some point, Harry...” Blaise tried to say, but Harry cut him off by shoving him away violently.
“No! Just stop it! Why can't anybody understand! I don't want to talk!” Harry could still feel his magic rising again and Blaise took half a step forward to help him, but the small boy backed away even further.
“Harry, I'm not going to make you talk about it. I think you should talk about it at some point, and get some help, but it doesn't have to be right now. I'm sorry for pushing you about it,” Blaise said trying to get Harry to calm down, but every time he moved forward Harry would move back another step.
“Harry,” Draco said from the hallway and the black haired boy looked over at him. “You need to relax; let Blaise help you ease your magic back down before you hurt yourself.” Draco's voice was calm, however, Harry could feel all too clearly that Draco was anything but calm.
“I'm sorry...” Harry said softly, looking from Draco, to Blaise, who took a few steps closer to Harry; satisfied that the smaller boy wasn't going to back away any more, Blaise wrapped his arms around Harry again.
Harry stood there and allowed Blaise to hold him, but he didn't hold the other boy back, he was too focused on Draco at the moment. The icy grey eyes were watching them closely. When Harry felt that he could control his own magic without the help of Blaise, he pulled away slowly. “Thank you,” he said, glancing up at Blaise and the tan boy smiled down at him.
“Any time, Harry. Do you want to tell us what caused you to lose control?” he asked and Harry shook his head.
“No, not really.” Harry looked from Blaise over to Draco. “Are you okay?” he asked and Draco blinked at him.
“Shouldn't I be asking you that question?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry before glancing at Blaise for a moment and sighing. “I'm fine,” the blond said turning to head back down the hallway. Harry felt the mental wall go up between him and Draco, and his feet were moving before he could stop himself.
“Draco, wait.” Harry hurried down the hall after him, leaving Blaise alone in the common room once again. Harry didn't expect Draco to actually stop and wait for him, but the blond boy did.
“What?” Draco asked not looking at Harry, and the green eyed boy was surprised at how much that hurt. He started thinking quickly about what he could have done to upset Draco. “I'm not mad at you,” Draco said, glancing over his shoulder to look at Harry now. “Really, you project your emotions so loudly, it reminds me why I was using occlumency against you.” Draco turned and walked into his room.
Harry frowned at that but quickly followed him again, moving passed Draco and into the bedroom just before the blond had a chance to close and lock the door.
“Harry,” Draco said with frustration when he realised he wasn’t alone, “I said it earlier; I'm really not going to be great company for a while.”
“I'm sorry,” Harry said quickly and Draco raised an eyebrow at him, opening his mouth to ask why Harry was apologising, but Harry cut him off and continued. “I don't know what I did to upset you this time, but I'm sorry. If you're upset about Snape, I'm sorry about that as well, or if it's because Blaise hugged me, or because I won't talk about my relatives, or if it's just the bond in general…” Draco pressed a hand over Harry's mouth stopping the other boy from talking.
“Stop talking for thirty seconds,” the blond told him firmly. “I'm not mad at YOU. I'm upset about quite a lot of things at the moment and I think I would much rather be alone with my thoughts right now,” Draco tried to explain, lowering his hand away from Harry's mouth.
“I just want to help,” Harry admitted. “I felt you blocking me, and I thought I upset you,” Harry said and Draco sighed running a hand through his hair.
“No, Harry, you're not the one who upset me. I blocked you because I'm upset and I didn't want you to feel any of it,” Draco explained as he moved and sat down on his bed.
Harry remained standing by the door for a moment; he had been nothing but a burden on both Draco and Blaise since this bond had started, but maybe he could be of some help now, if Draco accepted it. Moving so he was standing in front of Draco, he gave the blond a small smile. “I heard talking helps,” Harry said and Draco blinked up at him before chuckling at having his own words thrown back at him at a moment like this.
“Oh? And where did you hear something like that?” Draco questioned, causing Harry to smile wider.
“A know-it-all Slytherin told me.” Harry said and sat on the bed next to Draco.
“In that case, how about we make a trade?” Draco offered and Harry blinked at him in confusion. “I tell you one thing that is bothering me, and you tell me one thing that's bothering you.”
Harry frowned, not really fond of the idea. “You're the one that's upset at the moment,” Harry pointed out.
“And you were the one who just had their magic nearly explode again,” Draco said crossing his arms over his chest.
“Fine, but you go first,” Harry insisted, narrowing his eyes at Draco when the blond boy smirked.
“Deal,” Draco said before shifting back onto the bed and made himself comfortable up by the headboard while Harry moved to sit at the end of the bed so they were facing each other. Once the both of them were settled, Harry looked at Draco expectantly.
“You first,” Harry repeated and Draco nodded once.
“I guess the most obvious one is my Godfather. That is bothering me quite a bit at the moment,” Draco admitted.
“Snape said he was going to come back,” Harry said hoping that he might be able to get rid of some of Draco's worry about Snape.
Draco gave him a curious look. “When did he say that?” he asked, trying to recall if Snape had said it while in the Headmaster's office or not.
“When I ran into him, on my way back from the kitchens,” Harry admitted and Draco sat up a bit straighter. “Nothing happened,” Harry reassured Draco quickly. “Well... he scolded me for stealing food from the kitchens, and told me to make sure that you make sure that we have a strong shield on our minds today... but that's all that happened really.”
Draco sighed settling back down against the headboard. “I was already planning to do that.” Draco looked Harry over. “Nothing else happened? He just said he was going to be coming back?” Draco knew how much danger Snape was in by going to talk to the Dark Lord, and it didn't sound like his Godfather to promise to come back when his life could very well depend on if the Dark Lord was in a good or bad mood today.
Harry nodded his head slowly. “Yeah... he's been a spy for a very long time, so his chances are fairly good, I think.” Harry gave Draco a small smile and the blond nodded.
“I suppose that's true, though I'm still going to be worried about him until he comes back.” Draco sighed again. “Alright, your turn now, one thing that's bothering you.”
Harry bit his lip, there were so many things it was hard to pick just one. So he decided to stay on the topic of Snape. “He wants to talk to me about my relatives,” Harry admitted and avoided looking at Draco when he said this. “Snape I mean, he said he was going to be coming back, and that when he did we were going to talk about the Dursleys.”
“And you still don't want to talk about it?” Draco questioned, though Harry didn't really need to answer, because the blond could feel how reluctant Harry was to even mention it now. “I understand not wanting to talk about certain things, but Harry, at this point, I know, Snape knows, and even Blaise knows some of it. And your Godfather as well.”
“It doesn't matter how many people know Draco, the whole world could know, and I still wouldn't want to talk about it.” Harry sounded more bitter then angry when he said this.
“Why not?” Draco asked, he had been reluctant to speak of his own abuse at the hands of his father, but being confronted with it by his Godfather, Draco had found it a little bit easier to talk about it. However, Harry still seemed to be denying what those muggles had done to him.
“Because talking about it... admitting what they did...” Harry bit his lip wondering if he could say this much, but he had already started talking, so he may as well continue, “...it's admitting that they never really loved me. That no matter what I did, how hard I worked, I never meant anything to them.”
Draco looked at Harry with wide eyes. He had his own speculations on why Harry refused to talk about it, but to actually hear Harry's reason behind his refusal to admit to the abuse, it was shocking. “Harry...” Draco found himself at a loss for words. Was there really anything that could be said in reply to something like that; it wasn't an easy thing to admit, that your family didn't love you. Draco had it a little easier than Harry, because Draco still had his mother while Harry had no one.
“Your turn again.” Harry gave Draco a sad smile after the blond boy was silent.
“You know, Harry, you have other people that can love you. You don't need your relatives,” Draco said and Harry frowned at Draco. “You have your Godfather for one,” Draco said sitting up and moving down to the end of the bed to sit next to Harry. “And you have Blaise.”
“I don't have Blaise,” Harry protested, staring at Draco when the blond boy reached up and put a hand on his cheek.
“You do, you have Blaise, and you have me,” Draco said, not sure what had prompted him to lean in closer to Harry. He could see Harry's cheeks turn red, and he could feel Harry's breath on his own lips, giving Harry plenty of time to protest, or to pull away. When the smaller boy didn't move, Draco pressed his lips against Harry's, smiling against the other boy's mouth when he felt Harry lean up into the kiss and that was all the invitation that Draco needed as he deepened the kiss.
Harry was frozen his eyes impossibly wide as Draco kissed him, his heart was pounding and he was at a loss as to what he should do. Pushing Draco away crossed his mind, but as he reached up to do that, Harry felt Draco's tongue on his lips and gasped in surprise before the kiss was taken to a whole new level. Harry's eyes slid closed as he started losing himself in the kiss, then sensation of it was overwhelming, he could feel all of Draco's emotions, and Harry was sure that Draco could feel him just as well.
Harry felt himself falling and he reached out to grab onto the nearest thing, which happened to be Draco. But instead of pulling him closer, Harry gently pushed at the blond boy's shoulder forcing the other boy to break the kiss.
They pulled apart, both panting for breath. Wide green eyes locked with equally wide grey ones. “That...” Harry panted. “What was that?” Harry asked, his hand still on Draco's shoulder holding him away from him, but not letting him move away any further.
“Didn't you like it?” Draco asked with a smirk and Harry narrowed his eyes letting go of Draco's shoulder to push him away now.
“Don't toy with me, Malfoy!” Harry snapped as he sat up. “Why did you kiss me? You're dating Blaise! You love Blaise.”
Draco nodded. “I am dating Blaise, and yes, I do love him,” Draco said looking at Harry. “But I also care a lot about you-”
“You don't love me.” Harry shook his head in denial.
“No, it's not the same as I feel about Blaise, but I think it could still be classified as love,” Draco admitted even as Harry continued shaking his head slowly moving to get off the bed.
“How... you can't love me, you love Blaise,” Harry said again and Draco sighed standing up and grabbing Harry's hand before he could back away or try and leave the room.
“Harry, I do. And I think that Blaise might have feelings for you as well. If you think about it, is it really that surprising?” Draco sighed again when Harry just stared up at him. “If you can tell me, in all honesty that you don't have any feelings like that for me or Blaise, then I won't ever try and kiss you again,” Draco said, knowing full well what Harry had been feeling during the kiss. The overwhelming feeling of rightness, of belonging to someone, of having someone care, and the feeling of wanting more, of wanting more than just a one-time kiss, and the fear of ruining a good thing.
Harry chewed on his lower lip as he stared up at Draco. “I don't know what you want me to say,” Harry admitted and Draco nodded.
“Nothing right now.” Draco pulled Harry back towards the bed smiling when Harry tried to pull away from him. “I promise not to kiss you again.” Draco said. “But we were also in the middle of talking.”
Harry didn't know if he should be relieved or disappointment that Draco wouldn't try and kiss him again. Or maybe he should feel guilty because Blaise was out in the common room, and Harry was in here with Draco, had kissed Draco. It was only early afternoon, and Harry felt drained and tired. “I think I want to take a nap more then I want to continue talking,” Harry admitted.
“We can do that as well.” Draco lay down on the bed and pulled Harry with him, despite the protests from the smaller boy. “Harry, can you just stay with me a little longer?” Draco requested and smiled when Harry stopped struggling and settled down next to him. Neither of them spoke any more, both their minds occupied with other thoughts now. Harry was the first to fall asleep, and Draco removed the round glasses before settling down to get a nap as well.
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Voldemort sat in the high back chair, his hand slowly petting over Nagini's head as the large snake coiled around him and the chair. Red eyes narrowed into slits as he watched one of his loyal Death Eaters lead the potions master into the room.
“Leave us,” Voldemort hissed paying no more attention to the Death Eater that bowed out of the room, his full attention instead on the black haired man kneeling low in front of him. “I must say, this is a surprise, Severus,” the snake like man hissing out the potion masters name. “Am I correct in assuming that you have come here to give me an excuse as to why you have yet to give the potion to Potter?” Voldemort asked, his hand still stroking over Nagini slowly.
“I have no excuse, my lord,” Snape said evenly, keeping his head bowed. “Other than I have let my own personal feelings get in the way of the task you have given me.”
Voldemort looked curiously at his servant. “Explain,” he said, his hand moving from Nagini to rest over his wand instead.
“I was informed recently about a bond that has been formed between Potter and Draco, my Lord,” Snape said, keeping his answer short and to the point. “I was told that they share a mental bond, and I shamefully admit that I worried what effect the potion would have on Draco if it was given to Potter.” Snape didn't even chance looking up at Voldemort, though he kept still, waiting for the curse that he was sure would be coming.
“I see,” Voldemort hissed picking up his wand before standing up. “That information explains quite a lot of things. But what it does not explain, is why you have waited this long to tell me about this... bond.” Voldemort threw the curse at Snape, watching in satisfaction as the man writhed in pain on the floor.
Lifting the curse, he waited just long enough for Snape to get back into his kneeling position before hitting the man with the curse again. Three times he did this, until he allowed Snape to remain in his kneeling position on the floor.
“I suppose you are going to ask for forgiveness now,” Voldemort sneered.
“No, my Lord. I have not come to ask for forgiveness, I came to inform you of the bond, and to admit my own failure. I should have completed my task, regardless of my own personal feelings for my Godson,” Snape said, and was hit with the curse again. Voldemort didn't say anything when the curse was lifted, and Snape forced himself back into his kneeling position, never once lifting his head to look at Voldemort.
“As it turns out, I was already aware of the bond, Severus,” Voldemort said, watching with a small amount of joy as Snape's head lifted slightly before the man remembered himself and kept his head lowered in a bow. “Though I can understand your worry for young Draco. I would not want to cause him any harm that he does not deserve,” Voldemort said.
Snape remained silent, listening to the Dark Lord speak as the man moved about the room, slowly circling him while he remained kneeling on the floor.
“I wonder,” Voldemort continued. “Does Lucius know of this...bond his son shares with Potter?”
“I do not believe so, my Lord. It is only within the last week that Draco has informed me of the connection between him and Potter. Though I had my suspicions that there was something going on, as they have been spending a lot of time together since just after Halloween,” Snape explained, giving as much of the truth as he possibly could.
“Interesting,” Voldemort hissed and turned away from Snape, “I want you to find out the full details of this bond and report all your findings back to me,” he ordered.
“Of course,” Snape agreed and he started to rise to his feet before he was hit with the Cruciatus curse again.
“Remember this as a warning, Severus, do not withhold information from me again. You have been loyal to me for far to long for you to start slipping now.” The curse was lifted and Snape remained on the floor for a moment longer before slowly pulling himself up. “You are dismissed.” Voldemort waved his hand and Snape bowed once more before turning to leave the room.
Snape knew how lucky he was to be able to walk away, and to have not had any lasting damage done to him. Voldemort still needed someone who could brew potions, and until someone came along that did a better job than Snape, Voldemort wouldn't risk doing too much damage. Using the wall for support, Snape made it out the door and down the hallway before he ran into Lucius, letting out a long sigh Snape glared at the blond man. “Ask your question so that I may return to my work.”
“My son has not written home since Christmas, and Narcissa hasn't been home in a month,” Lucius said, eyeing his long-time friend.
“I will tell Draco to write home, but do not blame me if you still don't hear from him. As for Narcissa, what your wife does or doesn't do is none of my business,” Snape said coldly and moved to walk passed Lucius who grabbed his arm tightly.
“I would watch my back if I were you,” he said, narrowing his eyes before letting Snape go.
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Blaise was lying on the sofa, his mind wandering over everything that had happened since Halloween. He couldn't figure out exactly when things had gotten so complicated. They had had a few good weeks of everything being alright, but somewhere along the way something had changed. Blaise knew that his feelings for Harry were growing, and was moving beyond just wanting to protect the smaller boy because they shared a bond.
Blaise had found himself watching Harry more often, and he had noticed that the black haired boy had started keeping his distance. Unless there was a problem with his magic, Harry never sought out Blaise for any kind of help.
Blaise knew that it was Draco's fault mostly that Harry was avoiding him; the blond was a very jealous person, and he didn't like sharing. It didn't matter if it was a possession, or a person, Draco liked claiming things as his own. Blaise had seen him do it countless times, and he hadn't cared when Draco had laid claim to him, the tan boy had found it kind of adorable. But thinking about it now, Blaise had to wonder if it was more of an insecurity thing for Draco, he had to wonder if his blond boyfriend was really afraid of losing things if he hadn't claimed them.
Letting out a long sigh Blaise added that to the mental list he was making of things that all three of them had to talk about. On the top of the list was the obvious problem of how the three of them were going to continue on with the bond, because they couldn't keep going like this.
Blaise had never stopped loving Draco, even with his growing feelings for Harry. Blaise felt very protective of the both of them, and wanted to see both Draco and Harry safe and happy. And even though the blond had protested a lot in the beginning, Blaise had seen how happy Draco was to have someone that depended on him.
Blaise was determined to make this work; they were all going to be together for the rest of their lives as there was no known way to break this bond, and the thought of being so close to both Draco and Harry, but not being with them was very painful. The tan boy wondered if this is how Harry had felt before, being able to be close to someone but never be with them. Blaise could still remember what Harry had said to him once before. “You'll never love ME like that.” There was so much more behind Harry's words then, more than even Blaise had realised.
Letting out another sigh Blaise, closed his eyes. It had been a long morning,
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Draco frowned as something was pulling him from sleep, and although he tried to hang onto the last remnants of his dream, that too was slipping away as he was forced awake. Silently promising to punish whatever or whoever it was waking him up Draco opened his eyes and stared at the dark room, he had obviously slept a lot longer than he had meant to if it was already dark outside.
A small whimper from beside him had Draco groping for his wand to turn the lights on. Draco winced at the sudden brightness, letting his eyes adjust before looking down at Harry. The smaller boy was still sleeping, his brow creased in a frown, hair sticking to his forehead as the smaller boy fought against an invisible foe.
“Harry,” Draco said, gently put a hand on the boy's shoulder and Harry whimpered pulling away violently.
“... no... please...” Draco reached out again putting his hand on Harry's head, wondering if it was the Dark Lord again, but Harry's scar didn't feel hot like it had last time, which meant this was a nightmare.
“Harry, it's just a dream. You can wake up, you're safe. Whatever it is, it's not real, you're safe,” Draco repeated soothingly running his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry slowly seemed to be calming down, and after a few moments green eyes opened to stare up at Draco. "It's okay, Harry," Draco said softly. "It was just a dream."
Harry shook his head. "It wasn't a dream" Harry's voice had an almost panicked tone to it as he tried to sit up. "It's Snape, it wasn't a dream. Vol... he killed him." Tears were streaming down Harry's face now as he tried to push Draco away and get up but the blond boy didn't allow Harry to move.
"Harry, that was just a dream, it wasn't real,” Draco insisted. “Severus is coming back, you said so yourself. Calm down." Draco held onto Harry as the boy continued to struggle weakly.
"He killed him, I just saw it!" Harry allowed himself to be pulled into Draco's arms as the blond boy held Harry tightly; opening the bond between them, he was assaulted with Harry's emotions, guilt, panic, fear, and even hatred. Draco could feel Harry's quick breathing as the emotions continued building along with Harry's magic.
Draco didn't dare leave Harry here alone to go get Blaise, and the door was still locked and silenced. Cursing himself Draco tightened his hold in Harry, forcing the feeling of calm through the bond towards Harry. It was working, slowly but it was still working. "Deep breaths, Harry," Draco coaxed, letting out a small sigh when Harry managed to take a few deep shuddering breaths, calming down with the help of Draco.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Draco asked.
“Voldemort...he killed Snape...” Harry was still trembling slightly.
“It was just a dream, Harry,” Draco said, brushing some hair out of Harry's face, his fingers lightly trailing against Harry's scar. It still didn't feel hot, and Draco thought that was a good indication that what Harry saw was in fact just a dream.
“It looked real...I heard Voldemort too.” Harry closed his eyes tightly.
“I promise, it wasn't real.” Draco reassured, loosening his hold on Harry a little bit, only to have the smaller boy hold onto him tighter as soon as he went to move away. “I'm going to go get Blaise, I want to make sure your magic is fine now that you're awake,” Draco explained and Harry shook his head.
“Don't leave me.” Draco blinked down at Harry. The other boy hadn't said anything but he heard the silent plea as if he had.
“Alright, I won't leave.” Draco settled himself back on the bed, and pulled Harry close.
“What if it wasn't a dream?” Harry asked and Draco sighed.
“Then we will deal with it when we get the official news. But I am sure that it was just a dream, Harry.” Draco smiled at the confused look Harry gave him.
“What makes you so sure?” For Harry the dream had seemed so real, he could even still hear Voldemort's voice clearly in his head and it frightened him more than he cared to admit.
“Well, for starters, your scar. The last time you saw something from the Dark Lord, your scar was hot when I touched it,” Draco pointed out, smiling when Harry reached up to touch the lightning bolt scar. “Secondly, I have been shielding your mind nearly all day. My occlumency isn't perfect, but it worked well enough last time to keep the Dark Lord out of your mind. I have enough confidence in my abilities to keep him out while you are sleeping. Besides, I am sure I would have felt it if you really were having a vision.”
Harry thought about this before nodding in his acceptance of the blond’s logic, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. “It looked so real.” He snorted. “Maybe I'm more crazy than we originally thought.”
“Then maybe I can start working on making you less crazy,” Draco suggested and Harry looked up at him, the blond boy smiled down at Harry, leaning down he let his lips brush over Harry's for a second time that day.
“How is you kissing me again going to help?” Harry asked when Draco pulled away.
“Well, for starters it can take your mind off things,” Draco said with a smirk and Harry rolled his eyes slowly sitting up.
“I think, maybe eating something would be better,” the smaller boy said, slowly sliding off the bed and Draco followed him with a small sigh.
“We did miss lunch, and I think it's well beyond dinner time.” Picking up his wand, he waved it at the door to unlock it. “And I'm sure Blaise must have felt your magic just now, should probably let him know you're fine.”
Harry nodded, going and opening the door, smiling when he saw Blaise was in fact standing just outside. “Harry.” Blaise pulled him into a hug, much like he had earlier that afternoon, and Harry allowed it. His magic was mostly stable at the moment, but he could feel it settling down even more as he remained close to Blaise.
Looking over the top of Harry's head, Blaise locked eyes with Draco. “I think the three of us need to talk.”
“I agree,” Draco said looking from Blaise to Harry. A lot had changed in just one day, and there were still a lot more things that were going to change from now on.
TBC
Okay! Well there it is! Chapter 20! I hope everyone liked this chapter! And now to finish chapter 21, if I can keep going like this, I will have this story finished soon! The next few chapters are going to be a bit intense as everything starts heading for the big finish!
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Unwanted Bonds