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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 23
Harry felt drained as he slowly made his way back to his dorm. He hadn't thought that just talking, answering questions, would have left him feeling so raw and exposed. Though he supposed it was his own fault; he could have talked to Blaise and Draco, even Sirius, but he had agreed to talk to the potions professor instead. Even now Harry couldn't figure out why he had chosen the greasy git, though Harry thought that it might be because Snape had already seen every horrible thing that Harry had ever tried to hide.
Whatever the reason, Harry had spent nearly two hours in Snape's office talking about the Dursleys, and how he was treated by them. In the end it had been Snape who had put a stop to their discussion, mostly because the professor still had a class to teach. The potions master had insisted on giving Harry a calming draft, even though Harry hadn't felt like he needed it. He pocketed the vial, explaining he wanted to eat something before taking it; Snape had glared at him sternly for a moment but had thankfully not forced the issue. Harry, however, had then started the walk up to his dorm, with no real intention of taking the calming draft, or even eating.
All he wanted to do at the moment was crawl into bed and stay there. However, that plan was quickly forgotten as Harry entered the common room to find Blaise and Draco waiting for him, the blond boy sitting on the sofa, while Blaise was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. Both of them seemed to notice his presence in the room at the same time, as Draco looked up from the book he had been reading, and Blaise stopped pacing to turn and look at him.
Blaise was across the room quickly, pulling Harry into a tight hug. The smaller boy blinked in confusion as he was pulled against Blaise's chest, though he accepted the small bit of comfort he got from the tan boy. That was until Draco pulled him away, turning him so that he was now facing the blond.
“Where in Merlin's name have you been?” Draco snapped, looking him up and down as if making sure he hadn't been injured in the two hours he'd been missing.
“I... I went to talk to Snape.” Harry blinked, looking from Draco to Blaise. “You both knew that he wanted to see me this morning,” he said with a frown.
“Yes, we knew that, but we hadn't expected you to wake up and sneak off on your own again, after what happened last time,” Blaise pointed out. Harry lowered his head, feeling guilty for leaving the Hospital Wing without waking Blaise or Draco; he had known that they wouldn't be happy about it, but Harry had really wanted to talk to Snape alone.
“I'm sorry...” Harry chewed on his lower lip. “I just... I wanted to get the talk with Snape over with,” Harry admitted.
"Professor Snape wanted to talk with all of us as well,” Blaise pointed out. “You could have waited for us, or you could have woken us up and we would have gone with you," Blaise continued. “You had us really worried, Harry. Do you even understand that you nearly died before? As far as we know you're still recovering from that. What if you had had another magical disaster because of something Snape said?” Blaise questioned. “You had actually stopped breathing when Draco and I found you last time.” Blaise seemed to be unaware of the affect he was having on Harry, who still had his head lowered.
Draco, however, could feel the guilt and anger coming from Harry, not to mention how pale Harry had looked when he had come into the room. "Blaise, now is not the time to interrogate Harry about why he ran off on his own again," Draco said in an attempt to get Blaise to back off and give Harry some space; it worked for the most part as Blaise now turned his attention towards Draco.
"I'm not interrogating him! Snape said that he wanted to talk with all of us today. I, for one, would like to know exactly what he told the Dark Lord about-”
"He wanted to talk to me about my relatives! Not Voldemort!" Harry shouted, cutting off whatever Blaise had been about to say. The tan boy stared in surprise at Harry; he had seen the smaller boy angry before but it had never really been directed at him. "I went without you two because, honestly, the last thing I wanted was an audience while I confirmed how pathetic and useless I really am!" Harry was panting after his sudden out-burst and his eyes stung as tears started forming but he refused to let them fall.
"Harry, you're not-" Blaise started but Harry cut him off again.
"You don't know me! You know nothing about me; you hardly knew I existed before this bond was formed!" Harry backed away when Blaise reached out for him, the smaller boy shaking his head quickly. He didn't want to be touched right now; he was still feeling far too exposed from the talk with Snape. “I'm a useless waste of space, I can't do anything right. Even in a world meant for freaks, I'm still the freak,” Harry said softly. It was Draco who moved forward then, pulling Harry close and feeling the smaller boy trembling.
“Harry, ignore Blaise, he's an idiot who doesn't understand,” Draco said softly but Harry shook his head again, pulling away from the blond.
“No, he wants to know why I went to talk to Snape alone; he wants to know why I won't tell him about my relatives. If he wants to get to know the 'real me' then I'll tell him,” Harry babbled almost hysterically. “I'll tell him how much of a useless waste of space I am, how I'm never good enough no matter how much I try, how my room was a cupboard under the stairs until I started getting my Hogwarts letters, how I get locked up like an animal...” Harry kept going on, until he felt his head being lifted so he was now looking into violet eyes of Blaise.
“Harry, that's enough,” Blaise said softly as he looked into Harry’s teary eyes. “I'm really sorry, you don't have to tell me anymore. I was just really worried about you, and waking up to find you missing again, it scared me, Harry,” Blaise explained, feeling horrible that he had pushed Harry over the edge like that. “I was scared, and upset that you would have just gone off like that again without waking up either me or Draco,” Blaise said looking into the wide green eyes.
“...but you said you wanted to know...” Harry pointed out and Blaise nodded.
“I do want to know, but not right now, not like this.” Blaise wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, and looked to Draco wondering what he could do to fix what he'd just done.
“Harry, did you get a calming draft from Professor Snape?” the blond boy asked. He was sure that the professor would have given Harry one if the conversation had been as bad as he suspected, but it was clear from Harry’s state that the smaller boy hadn’t taken one yet.
“I don't want to take it...” Harry admitted, though right now he couldn't remember his reasoning for not wanting it in the first place.
“It does help,” Draco prompted. “Even if you think you don't need it, it does help,” the blond boy said. Harry nodded slowly and removed the small vial that Snape had given him from his pocket, pulling away from Blaise so he could look up at the tan boy.
“I'm sorry I worried you... I really didn't mean to, I just... I don't...” Harry tried to explain his reasoning. Blaise, however, having never gone through the pain of having an abusive family, couldn't really understand how terrifying it was having to tell people; though he was trying to understand. Harry could see now what Draco had meant before; Blaise was protective, and while he couldn't fully understand, he would do his best to protect both his bond-mates.
“Harry, you don't need to apologise,” Blaise told him. “Just, please know that we are here for you. Even if Draco can understand your situation better than I can, I still want to help,” Blaise said and Harry couldn't help but smile up at the Italian. “Now, take that calming draft, and I'll go see about getting breakfast for us,” Blaise said but Harry shook his head.
“I'm not hungry... I just want to go lay down I think,” the smaller boy admitted. Blaise reluctantly let him go and nodded.
“There will be something for you to eat when you're ready,” he assured the black-haired boy, who nodded slowly before walking passed Blaise and Draco, heading down the hall to his room and closing the door behind him. Blaise let out a long sigh when he heard Harry's door shut. “I guess I really messed that one up,” Blaise said, looking at Draco.
“No more than you messed things up with me when you found out about my father,” Draco said with a shrug of his shoulder. “You've got to learn that you can't push people like that. If Harry really did just spend the last two hours talking with my godfather, and with you interrogating him as soon as he walked in the door, I'm not surprised he snapped like that.” Draco sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. “We'll let him rest for a little while, I'll check on him in about an hour.”
“We could always ask Granger to come and talk to him,” Blaise suggested, smiling a bit when Draco glared at him. “Just a thought.” Blaise went over and sat on the sofa, letting out a long sigh, thinking about what Harry had said. “Draco, do you really think that Harry slept in a cupboard?” Blaise asked, looking over at the blond.
“From what little we know about his relatives so far, I wouldn't put it past them to be honest. All the more reason to make sure that he doesn't have to go back there this summer.” Draco came and sat next to Blaise, resting his head against the tan boy's shoulder.
“I received a letter from my mother,” Blaise informed his blond boyfriend. “She wants me to come home for Easter break, and has demanded that I bring you and Harry as well,” he said, glancing at Draco, who didn't move or say anything in response. “She also told me that your mother is doing well; no one's gone looking for her there,” Blaise continued; however, Draco still didn't respond and Blaise frowned down at the blond boy that was resting against him.
“I don't get it,” Draco finally spoke sitting up to look at Blaise. “How does Harry do this, continue on like everything is normal? Everything right now is as far from normal as it could possibly get. The Dark Lord knows about the bond by now, my mother is in hiding, I have no clue how my father is at the moment, and my godfather is going back and forth between Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, while trying to keep us safe as well... How am I supposed to sit here and talk about Easter break as if none of this is going on?” Draco asked, looking at Blaise, though he didn't expect the tan boy to really have the answer; Draco wanted to know that he wasn't the only one who felt like he was being stretched too thin.
Blaise lifted a hand up to cup Draco's cheek. “You do it by relying on me, and relying on Harry. We are in this bond together Draco, all three of us. And while I can't promise that nothing bad is going to happen, I will do whatever I can to make sure that you and Harry are safe; that is a promise that I made to you a long time ago, and even though we are now with Harry as well, that is a promise I still plan on keeping,” Blaise said, smiling at Draco as the blond haired boy looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I still don't understand how I can just forget about everything that's going on... I hate just sitting here not knowing what's going to happen. I feel like I have no control over anything in my life anymore and I hate it...” Draco admitted and Blaise nodded his understanding.
“There is one thing that you still have control over,” Blaise whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco's. It only took a moment for Draco to start kissing the tan boy back, shifting so he could wrap his arms around Blaise's neck more easily, before deepening the kiss. He let out a small moan when he felt Blaise's hand on the back of his head, fingers lacing through the blond strands before grabbing them gently, causing Draco to gasp. Blaise took advantage of that open mouth, pulling another moan from Draco, this one louder than the first.
Draco, however, wasn't about to let Blaise have control of the kiss that easily; moving his hands until they were resting against the broader chest of his boyfriend, Draco pushed Blaise to lay down on the sofa, following him down as to not break the kiss.
Blaise groaned when he felt Draco on top of him, the blond Slytherin easily taking control of what Blaise had started. Though the tan boy knew that he could easily turn things around, he allowed Draco to have the control, knowing that's what his boyfriend needed at the moment. Gripping the blond hair a little tighter as the kiss grew more heated, both boys loosing themselves in each other for the moment as this was something they both needed.
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Ron stood outside the door to the Great Hall; it was the first time in memory that he really didn't have much of an appetite. Though he really hadn't had much of one in the past two weeks, not since everything that Cormac had been doing had been discovered. Most people now knew that Cormac had been using Ron to not only stir things up in Gryffindor tower, but to get others under the Imperius Curse as well.
Ron still felt physically sick when he thought about it, how easily he had been able to cast the curse on Seamus and Dean and, even though his fellow class mates knew that he too had been under the Imperius curse, they were still keeping their distance from him. In fact, most of Gryffindor tower was; even with the whole story having landed in the Prophet three days after the questioning had finished only half of them had believed that Ron was just as much a victim. The other half remained convinced that Ron had finally just acted on the fact that he had always been jealous of Harry and decided that he could just get rid of him.
The questioning had been done under the effect of Veritaserum; for three days Ron had been given the potion, which made his mouth feel as if it were full of cotton, three days of being asked questions by Dumbledore, the Aurors and even the Minister himself. Cormac had, of course, been asked questions as well and, after three long days, the whole story had finally been pieced together.
It had been discovered that a ministry official, by the name of Dolores Umbridge, had offered Cormac a position in the ministry once he was out of Hogwarts, which seemed rather suspicious in the circumstances; though it hadn't been stated whether or not Cormac had been put under the Imperius curse, or whether the young man had been acting of his own accord. However, Umbridge had been arrested, and Cormac was waiting in a holding cell at the Ministry for a trial.
Ron counted himself lucky that he hadn't found himself in one of the holding cells. There were two things that had played in his favor; the fact that he was still only sixteen, whereas Cormac was seventeen and legally an adult; and the fact that Dumbledore had come to Ron's defense. Ron was sure that it was Dumbledore's influence that had not only kept him from being arrested along with Cormac, but also made sure that the red-head would not be expelled.
“I do believe that our younger brother has forgotten how to open a door.” A voice from behind Ron had the red-head turning around to face his twin brothers.
“Leave me alone,” Ron said pushing past them as he walked away from the Great Hall; he wasn't hungry anyway and he was tired of being stared at constantly. Ron felt a pang of guilt as he wondered if this is what Harry felt like every year.
“Ron,” George said as he caught up with his younger brother, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him to a stop. Ron glanced over his shoulder but didn't say anything as he looked at George. Fred came over, standing on the other side of Ron, but neither of the twins said anything and Ron sighed pulling his arm away from George.
“Stop staring at me. If you've got nothing to say, I'm going down to the lake,” Ron said, turning to walk away again but this time Fred stopped him.
“It's nice to have you almost back to normal and all,” Fred started and glanced over at George.
“But something is still wrong because you've hardly eaten anything all week,” George continued with a small grin forming.
“And that's not normal for you, as you could usually eat half the food at Gryffindor table just by yourself.” Fred was also grinning but Ron just found it annoying.
“Why the bloody hell do either of you care?” Ron snapped looking from one twin to the other. “I was fighting off Cormac since before Halloween, and none of you noticed. None of you did anything then, so why do you care now?” Ron demanded glaring at his brothers.
“Because you're our brother,” Fred and George said together.
Fred let out a long sigh. “We may pick on you, tease you, find you to be an annoyance sometimes, but you're our kid brother, and well...”
“We haven't really done our job as older brothers, if we let you get into that much trouble. We just want to make sure you're okay,” George said. The grins were gone from their faces and Ron frowned, having never really seen either of his brothers this serious before, and he realised that he must have really worried them a lot if they were acting like this.
Ron finally grinned at them. “I'm a Weasley, even if I'm not okay now, I will be,” Ron said.
“Good!” George nodded. “Now that that has been taken care of, have you been to see Harry yet?” George demanded.
“I highly doubt that Zabini or Malfoy would let me near him at the moment. They weren't really all that happy to see me two weeks ago,” Ron grumbled.
“Yes, well that's not much of an excuse to not go see your best mate,” George sighed.
“As it just so happens though, we are on our way to visit him right now!” Fred grabbed Ron's arm, while George grabbed the other and together they dragged him to the Hospital Wing. All three of them knew that things really weren't okay but the news about what had happened to Ron, having been under the Imperius curse for months and none of them knowing, it had hit the entire family hard. However, Ron was right, they were all Weasleys; when something kicked them down they just got back up; it was how their family had survived this long.
As the three red heads reached the Hospital Wing, they saw Hermione coming out frowning. Fred let go of Ron's arm and hurried over to her before either of his brothers could do anything. “What's wrong?” Fred asked and Hermione looked up at him.
“Madam Pomfrey said that Harry left the hospital wing early this morning,” Hermione said.
“He’s awake? Isn’t that a good thing?” Fred asked, confused by Hermione’s reaction. It had been two weeks they had been waiting for Harry to wake up and despite Madam Pomfrey’s assurances that Harry was going to be fine, they couldn’t help but worry.
“Yes, but he shouldn’t be out of the Medical Wing yet, he’s still recovering,” Hermione insisted, sounding worried.
“So what, he just woke up and just wandered out of there? Malfoy and Zabini just let him do that?” Fred asked, frowning now as well.
“Apparently not; they were still sleeping when Madam Pomfrey came to check on Harry and were as surprised by his absence as she was. I was just going to stop by their rooms, see if they were there before I decide if I should worry or not,” Hermione informed the twin and Fred nodded.
“George and I brought Ron here to see Harry, though I suppose we're going to have to set up an actual meeting if we want those two to talk,” Fred sighed.
“Or you could just mind your own bloody business,” Ron said, pulling his arm away from George and moving out of his brother’s reach.
“Ron, what happened wasn't-”
“It was my fault!” Ron snapped at Hermione before she could even finish. “Yes, I was under that stupid curse, but I was aware of everything I was doing, I knew what I was doing. I attacked Harry more than once this year! I accused him of killing Cedric!”
Hermione sighed shaking her head. “You would have never accused Harry of something like that if you hadn't been under the Imperius! For once will you stop being so stubborn? No one blames you for what happened, and Harry most definitely won't blame you either.” Hermione sighed again. “You don't have to come with us to see Harry but, Ron, please try and talk to him? I know he's missed you.”
Ron looked away from her. “I'll think about it,” he agreed, not looking back at any of them he turned and walked away. Hermione moved to go after him but Fred stopped her.
“Just let him be for now,” he said. “Ron's always been like this, he prefers to handle things on his own,” Fred said, looking down at Hermione. “You still going to see Harry?”
“Yeah, I want to make sure he's okay,” Hermione said, looking at the twins. “Are you two coming along?”
“Nah, we've got class to get to,” George informed her.
“We'll catch up with you later,” Fred promised and Hermione nodded, walking down the hall with the twins before they had to go their separate ways.
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Harry had only remained in his room for half an hour, deciding that taking the calming draft was probably a good idea. He didn't feel completely better but he felt like hiding in his room was a bit of an overreaction to things. So he made his way back out to the common room, hoping to find Blaise and Draco there so that he could apologise to them again for making them worry so much. He really did feel bad that he had gone down to Snape's office without telling them, knowing full well that they wouldn't be happy about it.
As he entered the common room he saw Blaise sitting on the sofa, Draco snuggled up to his chest while the tan boy ran his fingers through the silky blond hair. Harry debated about backing up and going back to his room, feeling like he was interrupting a private moment, but when Draco lifted his head and looked right at him, Harry bit his lower lip and walked further into the room.
“Feeling better?” Draco asked, sitting up a bit straighter. Harry nodded his head once, looking from Draco to Blaise, the tan boy cracking an eye open to look at Harry but nothing more.
“I am feeling a little better,” Harry admitted, turning his attention back to Draco. “The calming draft really did help.”
Draco smirked. “I told you it would. Blaise hasn't gone to get food yet, were you hungry?”
Harry shook his head. “No, I'm still not really all that hungry... I just... I wanted to say sorry again, I really didn't mean to worry you and Blaise like that,” Harry said softly. Draco sighed, standing a little so he could reach Harry's arm and pull the smaller boy over to sit on the sofa between the two them.
“It was terrifying, Harry, when we found you before... and this morning when I woke up, I could feel that you were upset, and we couldn't find you, Harry,” Draco explained.
“I know, I just… I didn't want an audience. I knew what Snape wanted to talk about, he told me before he went to see Voldemort. I know that you and Blaise want to know about my relatives as well... I just...” Harry sighed closing his eyes as he tried to think of the best way to put what he was thinking into words.
“You could have still told us where you were going, and explained that you didn't want us there,” Blaise pointed out and Harry chuckled.
“After I told you two that I was supposed to start potions class with Snape, you and Draco both insisted that I wasn't to be alone with Snape ever again,” Harry reminded them. “Neither of you trust him after the last Occlumency lesson I had with him a while back.”
Blaise smiled. “I can't argue with that, so instead of dealing with us telling you that you couldn't go, you decided it was better to sneak off before we could stop you.”
“Something like that.” Harry nodded. “I really didn't mean to worry you, but it was better than you two deciding on your own what I could or couldn't handle,” Harry said. “I've been handling things like this on my own my entire life and now all of a sudden both of you are coming across as all protective... and while I don't necessarily hate it, I'm not used to it either,” Harry explained, hoping that the two Slytherins understood where he was coming from.
Blaise slipped a hand around Harry's waist, pulling him so that the small boy was sitting on his lap. “We'll try and back off a bit with the over protectiveness, but I can't make any promises,” he said resting his chin on Harry's shoulder.
“How about we make a deal,” Draco offered, as he shifted closer, his hand moving to rest on Harry's knee. “You tell us when you're going off on your own, so we know where you are in case something happens again, and we'll do our best not to stop you from going,” Draco said. Harry turned his attention to the blond boy, thinking about the proposal before nodding slowly.
“I think...maybe that could work? At least, we could try, I suppose,” Harry said with a small smile.
“So no more sneaking off on your own?” Blaise asked, his head still resting on Harry's shoulder.
“No more,” Harry promised, and Blaise smirked turning his head slightly so that he could kiss the side of Harry's neck. Blaise chuckled when he felt the smaller boy shiver. He nipped at Harry's neck before kissing it again.
Draco sat next to them, watching Harry with a look of amusement; the smaller boy's mouth opened, gasping when Blaise found a rather sensitive spot. The tan boy concentrated on that one spot and Harry's eyes drifted half-closed as he moaned softly clearly enjoying what Blaise was doing.
Draco shifted closer, not content to just sit and watch Blaise and Harry. The blond boy took Harry's chin, turning the smaller boy's head so he could capture those lips in a deep kiss. Harry's eyes widened in surprise before slowly sliding shut as he lost himself to the sensation of being trapped between Blaise and Draco.
Harry couldn't quite figure out how he had gotten into this situation. He had only come out here to apologies to his bond-mates and was now sitting in Blaise's lap and being kissed by Draco. Harry was unsure of what he should be doing but each new spot that Blaise found sent shivers down his spine, causing Harry to wiggle around on the tan boy's lap, moaning into Draco's mouth as the blond slid his tongue into Harry's welcoming mouth. Harry found that he couldn't concentrate on anything other than what his two bond-mates were doing to him.
Harry shifted around slightly on Blaise's lap again, his back resting against Blaise's chest, and the tan boy chuckled against Harry's neck, one of his arms around Harry's slim waist pulling the smaller boy closer and limiting how much Harry could move around now. His free hand moved to Harry's front, slowly rubbing at Harry's stomach before slipping under the loose shirt that Harry was wearing. Blaise heard Harry let out small whimper, so Blaise didn't move his hand up any further, his fingers ghosting over the skin of Harry's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under the light touches.
Harry was torn between enjoying and wanting to stop what Blaise was doing, but let out another small whimper when Blaise's hand inched slightly further up, and pressed his own hand over Blaise's larger one to keep him going any further. Harry let out another gasp and moaned when he felt Draco's hand, that had been resting on his knee, slowly moving up his thigh. Harry grabbed that too and stopped its movement as well, a small whimper escaping him as he arched his back slightly. Feeling overwhelmed at the moment, the smaller boy broke the kiss with Draco.
“...wait...” Harry gasped, putting one hand on Draco's chest stopping the blond from kissing him again. However, Blaise continued to kiss and bite his neck, causing more shivers to travel down Harry's spine. “Blaise, wait!” Harry said pulling away as much as he could and Blaise lifted his head looking at Harry, taking note of the flushed face and the wide green eyes.
“Too fast?” Blaise asked and Harry nodded slowly.
“A little... maybe... I don't know...” Harry turned his head to look at Blaise; the tan boy smiled at him, removing his hand from Harry's shirt and cupping his cheek.
“Then we'll slow down a little,” he promised, pulling Harry into a deep kiss while Draco moved to attack the other side of Harry's neck. Harry let out another small whimper, unsure about how this was slowing down, but there were no more roaming hands trying to get up his shirt, or on his thigh, so Harry decided that this was okay and started kissing Blaise back. A hand was on the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair gently as Blaise forced Harry to tilt his head slightly giving Draco better access to Harry's neck, while the tan boy deepened the kiss.
Draco continued kissing and sucking on Harry's neck, moving up until he found an extremely sensitive spot just behind Harry's ear that had the smaller boy's hands grabbing onto Blaise as if he were trying to steady himself. Both Blaise and Draco were enjoying the gasps and small moans they were pulling from Harry. Draco's hands settled themselves on Harry's hips smirking against the black haired boy's neck every time he felt Harry shifting.
Blaise broke the kiss with Harry, and moved back down to kiss at his neck again, chuckling when Harry shivered and moaned. “Your even more sensitive than Draco,” Blaise commented as he pulled back to look at Harry, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, his hair far messier than it had been and his green eyes slightly glazed over.
Blinking slowly, Harry stared at Blaise as he tried to get his mind to catch up with everything. “...is that a good thing?” Harry asked looking at Blaise.
“That depends,” Draco said pulling away from Harry's neck, satisfied to see a red mark there. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Draco questioned, one of his hands slipping from Harry's hips moving around to grope Harry's bum causing the smaller boy to jump in surprise before smacking Draco's hand.
“No one said you could touch that,” Harry said, shifting around so that he was now straddling Blaise's lap; this way he could look at Blaise but also keep an eye on Draco in case the blond tried to grope him again.
“I think Harry is enjoying himself,” Blaise commented, his hands moving to hold Harry's hips as he leaned in for another kiss; Harry leaned in too, meeting him halfway, deciding that he really did enjoy the kissing. Blaise groaned when he felt Harry responding more to the kiss this time.
Draco moved to start marking the back of Harry's neck, feeling the smaller boy shiver and Draco had to agree with Blaise, Harry was extremely sensitive, and the blond boy wanted to find every spot that would cause Harry to shiver and moan. However, their fun was cut far too short when there was a loud knock on the door. Draco was determined to ignore it, however, sliding his hand around Harry's front, his fingers lifting Harry's shirt just enough so that he could touch the skin hidden underneath. Draco was pleased when Harry didn't stop him.
There was another knock, causing Blaise to growl in annoyance when Harry pulled back breaking the kiss. But Blaise didn't let him get too far, pulling the smaller boy back in for a deeper kiss, the hands on Harry's hips pulling him closer until he felt something hard pressed against him.
Harry cried out and broke the kiss again, pulling back from Blaise just as there was a third knock at the door. Harry blinked and looked around at the sound of knocking. “Someone's here...” he said and moved to get up, but Blaise pulled him back.
“Ignore them, they'll go away soon enough.” Blaise moved in to get another kiss but Harry shook his head, pushing away from Blaise and slipping off the tan boy's lap.
“It might be important,” Harry said and he hurried to the door, unaware of the fact that he looked like he had just been thoroughly snogged. Draco grumbled quietly to himself as he straightened his own clothes out as best he could, running a hand through his blond hair that had been messed up by Blaise earlier.
Blaise didn't really bother with making himself look presentable as he stood up and followed Harry to the door. The smaller boy opened it and Blaise sighed when he saw that it was just Hermione.
“Harry James Potter! Why are you not still in the hospital wing? I swear, I'm surprised that Madam Pomfrey doesn't hunt you down and drag you back there whenever you sneak out,” Hermione said and Harry smiled at her.
“Hello to you too,” he said and Hermione sighed.
“I didn't know if I should be worried about you vanishing from the hospital wing or not. Madam Pomfrey said you didn't even tell Malfoy or Zabini where you were going.” Hermione looked at Harry, blinking as she finally took in his appearance. She looked from her friend to Blaise, when the tan boy stepped up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy and pulling him back so that Harry was resting against his chest.
“As you can see, Granger, Harry is perfectly fine. We found him alright and we just decided to try and get to know each other a bit better.” Blaise smirked when he saw Hermione's face turning bright red.
“Sorry, I was just... I was worried about Harry and, well, I wanted to see if he was okay,” Hermione explained and Blaise chuckled.
“Well, as you can see, he is perfectly fine,” Blaise repeated as he leaned down slightly to press a kiss to Harry's neck, bringing Hermione's attention now to the red marks on either side of her friend's neck.
“Blaise, stop,” Harry ordered, smacking the Italian boy's head, before pulling away from him and looking back to Hermione, his own face red from embarrassment. “Sorry, 'mione.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Harry. I have class to get to now, but we could maybe meet up for lunch?” she suggested.
“Harry will be busy,” came Draco's comment from where he was still sitting on the sofa, though he had been listening to the whole conversation.
“Or maybe dinner,” Hermione said, as she looked at Harry, who nodded.
“No, lunch should be fine,” Harry said, shooting a glare over his shoulder at Draco before returning his attention to Hermione.
“Meet me down by the lake then, we can eat lunch outside today,” she suggested and Harry nodded his agreement, watching her turn and hurry off to class before he closed the door and turned to look at Blaise.
“Shall we continue from where we were interrupted?” Blaise asked, though he was mostly joking as the mood had already been broken.
“No,” Harry said as he shook his head.
“Thought not.” Blaise smiled. “In that case, there are a few things I think we should talk about,” the tan boy said, before turning and going back to sit on the sofa next to Draco. Harry frowned, looking at the two of them curiously. Harry didn't sit back on the sofa, not trusting either of the other two not to start something again, so he instead sat in one of the chairs.
“What do we need to talk about?” Harry asked, looking at Blaise.
“I got a letter from my mother; she's not happy about the fact that I haven't been home to see her since last summer,” Blaise said with a small sigh. “Not that much could be done about that as Christmas for us was a little hectic.” Harry's frown deepened as he thought about everything that had happened over Christmas break. However, Blaise continued speaking before Harry could think too much on it. “She wants me to go home for Easter break in a few weeks. I'm reluctant to go with the way your magic has been recently,” Blaise said.
“I'm sorry.” Harry lowered his head slightly feeling that familiar feeling of guilt building up again. Because of him, Blaise hadn't been able to see his mother, and now once again because of him Blaise was going to miss out on seeing her for Easter as well.
“Harry, let Blaise finish before you get to worked up about this,” Draco said, cutting into Harry's thoughts. The smaller boy nodded and looked at the tan boy, waiting for him to continue.
“You and Draco have been invited to come with me but I think that maybe before we go, we could try and work on controlling your magic,” Blaise suggested.
“I'm trying, it's really not as easy as it sounds. I can feel it when my magic starts building up, when I try and hold it in... it feels like it's burning me,” Harry explained. “I'm never able to hold onto it for long because of that.”
“That's because magic like yours, it was never meant to be held inside like that. It also wasn't meant to be let out in one big explosion either. A lot of purebloods learn about controlling magic when they are younger, how to control it, channel it, and how not to fight your own magic. If you fight against your own magic it will just keep getting worse until it eventually kills you.” Blaise didn't want to frighten Harry but, after what had happened two weeks ago, the tan boy had decided that it was time to explain things to Harry, make the smaller boy understand how dangerous it really was to hold the wild magic inside.
“If I don't hold it in though, others could get hurt,” Harry pointed out.
“That is why I'm going to teach you how to control it.” Blaise smiled at Harry.
“My magic can't be controlled though,” Harry reminded the tan boy, who chuckled and shook his head.
“Harry, all magic can be controlled,” Draco said.
Blaise nodded his agreement. “He's right, it's just a matter of finding out the safest way for you. I will find a safe place for us to practice and, even if you don't have full control, you will be better with your magic by Easter,” Blaise promised. Harry still looked doubtful about this but nodded his head in agreement anyway, deciding that as long as Blaise was there, if something did go wrong the tan boy would be able to fix it.
“Great, now that that is decided, me and Draco will help you catch up on the two weeks of school work you missed,” Blaise said, causing Harry to groan and lean back in his chair.
“I suppose there's nothing better to do today,” Harry sighed, standing up and going to get his school books, deciding that at least he would have Blaise and Draco's help so that it might not take quite so long.
TBC
And that is another chapter done! This story has four, maybe five more chapters left before it is finished. I am SO excited about this! I am already half way done with chapter 24, so that one may be finished by next week. We shall see how this goes. As always feel free to look me up on facebook! Celtic Kitsune, I am giving daily updates about how the final chapters of Unwanted Bonds are going.
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