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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

It ended up being another three days before Hermione was released from the hospital wing. Her body remained weak from her drained magic, causing her to sleep more than half of the day and unable to do much when she was actually awake. During one of her conscious times, Dumbledore had come in then asked to meet with Draco and herself. He was pleased to announce that their bond was actually more stable than most and was what had saved their unborn child. There was a bit of time spent making arrangements involving Hermione's pregnancy as well as her classes, most specifically in Defense and Potions while there was also some question about more dangerous materials that would be found in Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology that they would have to work around. Just hearing about the pregnancy made both Draco and Hermione ill though Hermione, at least, powered through it and tried to listen. She knew it was important to get this all figured out and to do so as quickly as possible.

By the time she was released, Hermione felt unprepared to return to the 'real world'. Leaving the infirmary meant having to deal with actually being pregnant. At least there, she was still surrounded by her thoughts and plans. Out here, she would have to put them into practice. She would have to tell people, take care of herself and the baby, deal with her classes as well as make a decision about her future. She was also going to have to talk to Draco about everything as it was his baby, too. Reluctantly, she walked away from the hospital wing, clutching her bag tightly in her hands, loaded with books and pamphlets about pregnancy. There was a magical pregnancy book, articles about teen pregnancy, a baby name book, information about abortion, adoption, and rearing a child. Per request, there was also a book about pregnancy from a medical perspective that she found both interesting and useful. She hadn't dared to touch the books while she was healing, especially since she could hardly get her head to stop spinning long enough to read before today. Already Hermione planned to hole up in her room to start reading them all. She had a lot to learn in the next several months.

"Hermione?"

She had walked right by Draco without even noticing him. At the sound of his voice, Hermione turned, smiling weakly at him. Draco looked much the same as he had when he found out about the baby. He was more pale than usual, still wearing that slightly dazed and terrified look on his face. His normally immaculate white blond hair was now thin, greasy, and messy, as though he had been playing with it too much. Almost as if he were sensing her thoughts, his nervous hand scratched through his tortured locks. When he pulled his hand back, he had to shake it to let the stray hairs that had come out fall to the ground. "Uh…Hi, Draco."

"Hi," he said timidly.

They stood there for a moment, looking at each other silently. When he didn't appear to be saying more, Hermione cleared her throat and stepped back. "Well, I better get going."

"Can I walk with you?" Draco asked.

"Oh, I suppose," Hermione said.

Together they headed in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, things never more awkward between them. Hermione didn't know what to say, if she should even say anything. There was this anxiety within her, this expectation to just do something, but as she wasn't sure what that something was and was left tense. It felt as though there were words stuck in her throat, something just itching to come out that she had to keep held back on the tip of her tongue. Her entire body felt a similar need, to move, to physically reach out and touch or push him. There was just this need within her that was so pronounced, so alive that holding it all in was suffocating her. She felt overwhelmed now, wishing she had told him no or that she could get away from him soon just so she could stop worrying about things that didn't even matter.

"So…We're having a baby," Draco said quietly.

"Yes, I guess we are," Hermione said. "Madam Pomfrey says it's a boy. A son."

Draco stopped walking for a moment, looking as though he had stopped breathing as well. Then he seemed to shake himself out of it then started walking again. "A boy?"

"Mhm. He's due late May," Hermione said, clutching her bag a little tighter. She couldn't wait to get back to her rooms to read these books. Or one of her school books. She did have work to catch up on and anything was better than sticking around wondering about her unborn son.

"May," Draco repeated, ruffling his hair again. "Wow."

Hermione just nodded as they continued to walk. How the hell were they going to be parents? Maybe she should mention her ideas of adoption but maybe that was a conversation better left for when they both had clearer minds about the whole thing.

"We could get married," Draco said.

Her heart skipped a bit. Her eyes widened then glanced at him, just as quickly turning back to the corridor in front of her as they turned onto a staircase. "No, we couldn't," she said reluctantly.

How relieved he looked made her heart sink. "Why not?" he asked anyway.

"We're too young," she replied.

"But we're having a baby," Draco pointed out.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Hermione snapped. "A healthy baby does not a happy marriage make."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Draco snorted. "I don't want my child to be born illegitimate."

"And I don't want to be married to someone who doesn't love me," Hermione said stiffly. "What would Ginny think about that?"

"Ginny?" Draco asked, trying to sound confused. She saw the panic in his gray eyes, the way his pale cheeks flushed pink. "What does she have to do with this?"

Her jaw and fists clenched, frustration heatedly bubbling up inside of her. She could think of a great deal of nasty things to say about them! How easy it would be to scream what a horrible person he was, what a whore Ginny was, and how awful they both made her feel. It took reminding herself that they couldn't be faulted and to keep her mouth shut. They didn't know about her feelings. Even if they did, they shouldn't have to be unhappy just to appease her. If they cared about each other there was no reason not to pursue a relationship. Even if Draco was her soul mate, even if she was carrying his baby! It didn't make sense to demand 'loyalty' from them. They weren't doing anything wrong. Like a mantra, the words flew through her mind. Maybe it hurt her but they didn't know. It wasn't fair to hate them. She couldn't be angry. She didn't have the right.

She struggled with words for a long time. In the silence, she knew she needed to say something, but wasn't sure what words she needed to give him. There was a strangely empty feeling in her throat and chest where she had felt all of the perturbed expressions had been building up, threatening to overflow not too long ago. Only when Draco said her name did she force herself to give some kind of acknowledgement. She sighed heavily and said, "Nothing."

Quiet fell over them again as they reached the next landing, drawing closer to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione just wanted to snap at him to go back to the dungeons but the words were lost in her throat. Something deep inside of her wanted to scream it out at the top of her lungs but that part of her was drowning somewhere deep inside, unable to burst forth and spur her into action. She'd been feeling trapped that way since she woke up. There was so much she wanted to say and she either had to hold it back or, when she wanted it to come up it would hide away, too frail to come forth.

"We should talk about this," Draco said, sounding very much like he didn't want to talk about it, as the Fat Lady came into view.

"Not today," Hermione said quietly.

"But we'll talk about it? Soon?" Draco asked.

"Yes. We will," Hermione said, tone agitated.

"Good. Just don't do anything until we talk, alright?" Draco asked nervously, eyes trailing down fearfully at her midsection.

Her stomach clenched. "I would never do that, Draco!" Hermione hissed. Even if it would make things easier. The words were so close to coming out but she let out a yelp of horrified shock, shook her head vehemently then turned to the Fat Lady to spit out the password. Draco called out her name in surprise but Hermione ignored him as she rushed past her house mates to her dormitory. Everyone called out their greeting but now was no time for niceties.

She thought that. She had actually thought that having an abortion would be easier! It was true but it wasn't the sort of thing one should think! That was her baby. How could anyone think something so horrible about their own baby? Her eyes felt irritated so she blinked them rapidly, hardly realizing they were tearing up until wetness began to slide under her eyes. Dropping her bag to the floor, Hermione clamped both hands hard over her mouth to keep from sobbing. The sound was in her throat, begging to be released. It was tight in her chest, so much that it was aching.

Kicking her bag across the floor, closer to her bed, Hermione climbed under the covers and, with a flick of her wand, the blankets pulled up neatly over her slender body while the curtains closed tightly around her bed. She needed to calm down, collect her thoughts so that she could go on with life. Hermione Granger wasn't going to lie about in bed all day weeping miserably! Things were tough but she was going to get through this.

Logically knowing this, however, was much different from believing it.

Most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team seemed uneasy about having Slytherins in the stands during their practice though no one ever said anything directly to Blaise and Daphne. Not when Daphne seemed to be friendly with Neville. The pair half looking through a Herbology magazine while watching the practice. Blaise had noticed several odd looks come their direction but Ginny and Potter seemed to be reassuring everyone that it was fine. He did get a stern look from Potter that Blaise understood as a warning not to bugger this up. It did seem that the Gryffindors were showing off a bit. Only Potter, the captain himself, seeming a bit off of his game. Blaise frowned as Ron Weasley and Ginny rushed over to keep him steady when he swayed on his broom for the tenth time. Like always, Potter shook himself and continued on.

It was hard not to notice Potter when he was screwing up but most of Blaise's attention was on Ginny. She was a brilliant flier! Ginny was probably one of the best at Hogwarts. Her captain was only one of a few he would name who was better than her, though he was the worst of the lot today. Eventually, Potter could no longer carry on and had to cut practice short. The whole team gathered around him as he gagged and stumbled around. Blaise stood up and walked to the railing, leaning over to get a better look. Noticing that something was happening, Neville and Daphne jumped up as well. "What's wrong with him?" Daphne asked with a frown.

"I don't know," Blaise replied.

"Harry hasn't been feeling very well for a week," Neville told them.

"He probably shouldn't be playing if he feels so bad," Daphne commented.

"Yeah, well, you don't know Harry," Neville laughed. "You'd have to fight to keep him out of the air. Sometimes even that doesn't work."

Down below, Potter waved off the crowd and managed to walk somewhat steadily away, Weasley not far behind him. The rest of the team started to follow and Blaise frowned when he saw the redhead going with them. "Hey, Ginny!" Blaise called out.

Ginny glanced up at him, looking as though she had forgotten he was there then grinned and nodded. She disappeared from view for a moment then appeared at the end of the stands, jogging over to where he was sitting. Her cheeks were flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat glittering on her pale skin. "Hey, Blaise," she said breathlessly after greeting the other two. "What'd you think?"

"I think Potter could do with a few days in bed," Blaise snorted.

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, I know. He has to get better soon. The first match of the season is coming up."

"Gryffindor versus Slytherin. I'm almost torn over who to root for," he teased.

"How sweet," Ginny grinned. "That you would even consider cheering on us Gryffindors is touching."

"Well they do have my favorite player."

"Aww, I'll let Harry know about your crush then. Don't think I haven't noticed you checking out his arse."

"That is a very disturbing mental image, Ginevra."

"No, it's not! Have you ever seen his arse? Good Merlin…"

Blaise quirked an eyebrow. "Have you?"

"It's hard not to notice a good backside in these uniforms," she teased. "Those trousers we have to wear…You have no idea."

"I'd rather it stayed that way. I'm going to have nightmares about Potter's arse enough as it is."

Ginny laughed. "Hmm. Hermione's supposed to get out today."

"Is she?" Blaise said. "I heard she's pregnant."

The sparkle in Ginny's eyes had dulled, all traces of a smile gone. Blaise felt his own good mood slipping away. He had brought it up out of curiosity. Hermione had never told him anything when he was visiting, though he had overheard a few things from her as well as Madam Pomfrey, that led him to believe she was. He had been very hopeful about it. Not that it was necessarily a good thing. She was his friend, he shouldn't be wishing for something like this to happen to her. Draco was his friend too. They were too young, certainly not ready for a baby. At the same time, a pregnancy might mean the end of whatever new feelings Draco and Ginny had started to develop for one another.

"Yeah, she is," Ginny said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Wow," Blaise said. What else could he say? A few things came to mind, so he opened his mouth but shut it again when a few seconds passed and no sound came out. He wanted to say something about Draco and Hermione being soul mates, how good it was they were having a child together or something along those lines. Something to remind her that Draco belonged with Hermione.

And she belonged with him.

"Yeah," Ginny sighed after a few moments.

"Do you know what they're going to do?" Blaise asked awkwardly. It wasn't as if pregnancies were hard to take care of. Abortions were a quick and easy process. They were Gryffindors though so they probably didn't believe in things like that. They were too 'noble', weren't they? Adoption was another choice. Or they could get married. That seemed the sort of thing the Malfoy's might promote if Hermione wasn't a Muggle-born.

"No idea really. I haven't been able to talk to either of them since they found out," Ginny replied. "Hermione's been asleep every time I go to visit and Draco…I can never really find him."

Blaise, himself, hadn't seen much of Draco, and they had most of the same classes as well as being in the same house. He couldn't blame the boy for taking it badly. How would Blaise handle it if he had gotten someone pregnant? Probably not very well.

"You like him, don't you?" Blaise asked. It was a hard question to force out. He wasn't even sure why he had actually voiced the thought. There was no doubt in his mind that the answer was not going to be something he wanted to hear.

Ginny was taken aback by the question. She just looked at him calculatingly for a long minute then glanced back out across the pitch. "What makes you say that?"

"The way you two have been all over each other lately," he replied honestly, no trace of bitterness in his tone. That was something to be proud of considering how resentful he had felt towards the both of them the past several days. While hopeful that things would never go farther than they had already between his best friend and his soul mate, he was starting to resign himself to the fact that there was definitely something between Draco and Ginny.

"We have not!" Ginny laughed, a slightly nervous edge to the sound.

"Whatever, Ginny," Blaise said, his heart and stomach feeling as though they were slowly sinking to the ground. "Not that it matters. He's having a kid with someone else. Your best friend."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks," Ginny replied sharply, body stiffening beside him.

"Just do me a favor and don't do anything stupid," Blaise muttered, starting to get worked up again. He stood up then frowned down at her. "No one ever takes sides with the other woman."

"What?" Ginny snapped, standing up as he started to walk off. "They're not even together! I would never do that to Hermione!"

Blaise ignored her and continued to walk. He thought he was getting better. For a few minutes, he had been able to calmly deal with the situation, even if it did bother him. But that could only keep up for so long. His anger wasn't as strong as it had been, but his agitation was gradually getting there. Once he hit the bottom of the stairs, he turned and kicked the nearest beam that held the stands up before marching back towards the castle.

Two hours after the disastrous Quidditch practice found Harry Potter roaming the library with Astoria. They had their first tutoring session the day before so, now that they both knew what trouble the other was having, they were better able to find ways of teaching the other. Although Harry didn't really need much to help Astoria. He was under the distinct impression that she didn't actually need help in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She seemed to be fine performing the spells he instructed sometimes, while other times she made very simple, obvious mistakes. Most of the mistakes she made dealt with wand movement and no amount of telling her fixed anything. More times than not, Harry had to walk over to her, stand behind her, take her arms, and move them for her to show her how to do it properly. He had been a bit annoyed at first by the realization but now he was having fun with it. He did need a Potions tutor, as Astoria was providing, and he rather enjoyed the fact that she liked him so much. Having someone interested in him was better than worrying about the Snape situation so much. Maybe Harry could like her too. He was actually wishing he would become interested in her. Life would be a lot less complicated if he actually had someone he could care about. Astoria, at least, didn't seem like so many other girls who liked him just because he was the Boy Who Lived. From what he had seen so far, she just liked him the way any girl might like any guy.

He could be wrong but as she hadn't asked for an autograph, not dragging him around to show off to her friends, wasn't trying to pose for pictures, sell their love story to the Daily Prophet, or fawn over his heroism, he figured it was a safe assumption to make.

"I know it's here somewhere," Astoria was murmuring. "There was this book I found third year that helped me loads! I kept it with me by my textbook and everything started making more sense."

"Is it Potions for Dummies?" Harry asked, amused.

"What? Umm…No. I don't think they'd go around calling people dumb. Well, that's not true. My mother has a book called The Cooking Guide for Incredibly Stupid People Who Have No Natural Talents or Common Sense. I think she likes it because, underneath the title, it says I Bet You're Really Pretty. I don't think she understood that all of the books said that," Astoria said.

"Merlin. Really?" Harry laughed. It seemed like such a blunt, unflattering title for a book but Harry had come to appreciate these sorts of things. He also had to make a mental note that Astoria was a pureblood whose parents were very serious about blood purity. She probably wouldn't know much about the Muggle world, especially the For Dummies books.

"Mhm. She still can't cook, though," Astoria sighed. "She's very lucky she's beautiful."

Harry smiled and shook his head, following Astoria down another aisle. Harry curiously glanced over a few book titles while Astoria looked. His eyes were drawn to a familiar, faded spine that read Magical Bonds: Past, Present, and Future. Odd. Harry had glanced through the book a bit that summer. It didn't seem the sort that belonged outside of the Restricted Section. It was too tempting, so Harry reached out and took it. It wouldn't hurt to read up some more on the Soul Bond, would it? Even though he was sure Hermione had the entire chapter, if not the whole book, memorized. She had even started compiling a list of editions she could have added to the book one day, starting in notes, then turning them into long paragraphs that would fit in easily with the rest of the text.

It also seemed like an interesting read. Dumbledore had mentioned that the bond Voldemort shared with his Death Eaters was in the book. The first portion of the tome, the part the Soul Bonds were in, was the Past section. They included bonds that were outdated, most of them currently illegal, while the others were viewed as useless compared to more modern bonds with more useful effects. The second half involved bonds that were currently in use or recently invented and was entitled Present. The third part, Future, consisted of only two chapters dedicated to discussing theories on what sorts of bonds might be created in the future, which bonds would likely have updated versions, and the ones that were in danger of becoming outlawed. Harry wanted to open it right now to have a look through it but it was so heavy that just opening it in his arms and carrying it around while he read would not be possible.

"What's that?" Astoria asked curiously, peeking over at him.

"Err…Nothing," Harry said.

"Sure looks like it," Astoria teased. "I thought we were studying Potions, Harry. Unless that's for me. Merlin, say it's not!"

"It's not," Harry laughed. "Just something I feel like reading."

Astoria wrinkled her nose. Harry thought she was adorable. "I thought reading ridiculously gigantic books was Granger's job!"

"It is, mostly. It's just…there's something in it," Harry said awkwardly. He really didn't want to have to explain that to Astoria.

He might not have a choice though, he couldn't help but think as he saw his sister skipping over to them. Despite Grace's wide smile, the mischief that was normally present in her hazel eyes had been replaced by irritation and determination. Harry already knew what she intended to do and his stomach sank at the thought. Did they really have to do this today? Couldn't Grace corner Astoria on her own or something?

"Hi, Harry! Hi, Astoria!" Grace said brightly.

Astoria looked at Grace in confusion. "Um. Hello. Grace, is it?"

"Yes, Harry's sister," Grace replied.

"Right," Astoria said. "Well, we were trying to study, so…"

"You can study later," Grace assured her. "Harry and I have something to talk to you about."

"No, we don't," Harry said wearily.

"Yes, we do," Grace said firmly. "You even have the book and everything."

"What book? What's this about?" Astoria asked.

"If you're going to do this, Grace, you can do it by yourself. I don't want to be part of it," Harry said irritably, shoving the book into his sister's arms.

"You just want to leave so you can go and shag S…" Grace cut herself seeing the dangerous look Harry was giving her. She gasped, looking immediately embarrassed and apologetic. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry, I really am, Harry!"

"Sure you are," Harry growled through gritted teeth.

"Sh…Shagging?" Astoria whispered, face now incredibly pale.

"Forget I said anything," Grace said quickly. "Come on, Harry! You don't have detention with Snape until later, anyway. Please?"

"After what you…" Harry began.

"I know, I know! I said I was sorry. I really, really am," Grace said. "But c'mon, Harry! You should know!"

"I don't know."

"Don't know what?" Astoria asked loudly.

"Shhh!" Madam Pince hissed from elsewhere in the library.

"You're too young to do this anyway. You're both too young," Harry reminded her.

"But she at least deserves to know!" Grace argued.

"No, she doesn't! Do you have any idea how much this complicates everything?" Harry hissed.

"Yeah. I see it everywhere. But it's been alright for Mum and Dad! And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley!"

"Yes, but they're already married and in love!"

"I'm sure you'll fall in love with S…One day!"

"Have you gone mad?"

"Possibly. What's your point?"

"This is a bad idea!

"No it's not!"

"I'm not going to be a part of this? If you want to make people think you're crazy, that's your business, but I'm not going to be involved."

"Remember that thing I told you I'd tell our parents?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Yes, I would! I need your help!"

Harry sighed heavily then reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Fine. But I hope you know that I really hate you."

Grace beamed. "I love you too, Harry!"

Astoria just stared at them.

Moodily, Harry jerked his head in the direction of nearby tables then the three walked out of the aisle and sat in the nearest chairs. Harry set down the book then flipped it open to chapter seven. Even with Grace's pleading eyes, Harry made her start the conversation. For the next fifteen minutes, the two whispered explanations to Astoria. They left out the part about Grace being her soul mate for now. When they were done, Astoria didn't look all that surprised.

"That makes sense because of some things I heard my family saying before school started back," she muttered. "So Daphne and Charles are soul mates?"

"Yeah," Harry said.

"Goodness," Astoria said, sinking back into her chair. "When they were saying bonding I kept thinking they were getting married. Might as well though, if they're soul mates."

Harry groaned and dropped his head to the table while Grace giggled.

"What?" Astoria asked, surprised.

"Don't ask," Harry said, glaring at Grace before she could answer.

"Well, I'd like to find my soul mate," Astoria said with a dreamy smile, eyeing Harry a bit more than the Potter siblings were comfortable with.

"Well. You have!" Grace said chirpily.

"I have?"

"Mhm! Me," Grace said with a smile.

The blond just stared at her for a few seconds then laughed.

"She's not joking," Harry said, sitting back up then straightening his glasses. "Unless she faked the results. Knowing Grace, I can't make any promises."

"Hey now! It's real!" Grace huffed. She pulled the parchment out of her robes and handed it to Astoria. She snatched it out of Grace's hands, eyes flickering over the words several times as though she didn't think she was reading it correctly.

"How do you know my middle name?" Astoria asked quietly, staring down at the parchment.

"Looking at this paper," Grace said.

Astoria threw the parchment back at Grace. "That's not funny."

"It's not a joke!" Grace tried to assure her, looking to Harry for help.

"I didn't have anything to do with this," Harry said, standing up. "Soul mates are real. Soul Bonding is real. Whether or not you want to think she's your soul mate is up to you."

"Harry!" Grace cried.

"Stop it, Grace! Even I don't know if you're serious or not! I'm not going to sit here and lie to Astoria since we're actually becoming friends. I'm not going to let you bugger that up. It's your own bloody fault that no one believes a damn thing you say."

With that being said, Harry stood up then stormed out of the library, Madam Pince yelling after him not to make so much racket. The book lay forgotten on the table, Astoria staring at it suspiciously.

"I'm not lying to you. Please believe me," Grace said. "I don't have a reason to mess around with you!"

"I…I need time to think about this," Astoria said. She took the bond book and left Grace at the table to go check it out. Grace stared gloomily after her.

For the few hours that followed leaving Grace and Astoria in the library, Harry spent time with Hermione. She had been holed up in her dorm when Harry got in but he asked Lavender to go fetch her for him. There was nothing wrong with her, per se, as Hermione had earlier rid herself of all traces of her crying episode. There was an air about her that was so very sad that Harry could feel it and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms then make her feel better. Instead, he brought her to the boy's dorm where they hid in his bed with their homework. Harry read Hermione's copy of Magical Bonds while she finished an essay in Ancient Runes then moved on to Arithmancy work. When she finished, Harry asked to see the notes she had written on the subject of Soul Bonds. Hermione enthusiastically pulled the folded up notes from the back of the book and went over them with him.

Harry knew she was pregnant. He also knew she would talk about it when she wanted to. With the way things were going lately, it seemed they were both in need of the distraction. Seamus and Dean came in at one point to tease them about what they were doing behind closed curtains and threatening to tell Ron, which only worked to put Hermione in a worse mood. They didn't leave though. Neither of them was very willing to deal with other people at the moment. Only when it was time for dinner did they emerge. For once, Hermione didn't immediately seek out Ginny and, instead, stayed by Harry, who in turn, avoided sitting by Ron with an apologetic smile. They sat with Neville, who was always good about leaving people alone. He didn't pick on them for hiding in bed all day or demand answers about why they weren't as chipper as everyone else on the weekend.

He was reluctant to leave Hermione, because of the state she was in, but she seemed fine with Neville. There was a detention he had to serve. Even if they weren't having sex, Snape was still giving him detentions. Dumbledore wanted them to meet frequently, though they never did what the headmaster wanted them to do. Snape bullied him, tried to pressure him into sex then ended up making him do lines or clean cauldrons when he refused to give in.

Harry wasn't sure how long he could keep it up though. It had only been a few days but he could already feel his magic becoming erratic. It hadn't yet reached the point it had been but he knew it was only a matter of time. Neither of them could really afford to get to that place. Until it happened, though, Harry was sticking by his promise. If Snape couldn't let Harry fuck him, why should Harry do the same? It wasn't fair, especially the way Snape treated him. It was degrading. Never in his life could Harry remember feeling so low about himself and that included the few years he spent with the Dursleys! He was better than that, deserved better than that and wasn't going to put up with shite from Snape if he could help it!

When he entered the man's office, Snape only sneered at him so he sighed heavily. As he neared the man's desk, he almost didn't stop. He wanted to walk right around, climb into the man's lap, and disappear inside of him. The bond was acting up again. In a panic, Harry grabbed his left wrist to make sure the band was still there, relaxing when he felt it against his fingers. He would never survive this without it. If they wouldn't willingly have sex, the bond would make them. Or try to. The band didn't diminish the effects of the bond . It didn't drive away the insane need he felt to have the man. There was nothing more embarrassing than the thoughts that would play through his mind, how willing he would be to strip, rip off Snape's clothes, and ride the man into ecstasy. He would gladly bend over, prepare himself, spread open wide, and beg the man to fuck him silly. His cock began to stir at the mental images that began to play.

They were both in for a long night. It was starting to get to the point where Harry wanted nothing more than to take off that band and get rid of it completely. In these detentions, it was almost easy to forget why he had made his demands in the first place. He wanted and needed Snape so much it hurt. It was to the point of being physically impossible to not plead with the man to use him any way he liked.

"What will I be doing today, sir?" Harry asked.

Severus stood up then approached his student, like a predator would his prey. Before Harry stepped in, Severus had been very irritated with the boy's stubbornness and the weakness of their bond. He was determined to make the boy see reason, to make him give in. The moment he laid eyes on Harry though, the need to possess him had less to do with his anger and more to do with the raw yearning he had for the boy. Every inch of his body was overcome by some powerful force that screamed at him to hold the boy close, to touch him, bury himself inside of the other as completely as he could, hold his soul mate as close to himself as was physically possible.

That stupid band got in the way. Severus got as close to Harry as he could before he felt the magic in the band stopping him, pressing him back a few steps. Harry just stared at him, that powerful longing he felt mirrored back to him in those bottle green eyes. His own gaze was drawn down to the boy's throat as he swallowed hard then down to arms that were pressed tightly against his sides, fists clenched so firmly his knuckles were turning white.

He smirked then walked a few steps to the side, removing his wand then put up the usual locking and silencing charms, should the boy change his mind. "You have the choice between bending over my desk or scrubbing this entire floor until it is spotless."

Something felt off. Harry could feel it, too. "I'll…I'll clean the room, thanks," Harry managed to say, putting the feeling aside as paranoia.

Severus furrowed his brows then turned to his student. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Harry asked. "I need the supplies."

While Harry could hear himself speak, Severus could not. He watched the boy's mouth move in alarm. He couldn't hear anything. The potions master gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to glower at his wand. Severus would not overreact. Harry would not know that the bond was already failing him this way. The Silencing charm he had used at least had similar effects to the one he had been hoping for but the severity of the change let him know they weren't far off from the point they had been in before.

Taking Harry's answer to assume he had chosen cleaning over fixing the damnable bond, Severus sneered. "I'm afraid today, Potter, you will have to make due with whatever you can find. If you insist upon being obstinate, you'll suffer the consequences."

"Whatever," he saw the boy mouth. Harry grumpily set about looking around the room for something he could use as makeshift cleaning supplies while Severus calmly walked back to his desk to think of a way to undo this particular spell. He had done this to himself. Even if he found a counter, who was to say it would even work? As long as he could get through this detention without embarrassing himself, he would go to someone for help. Perhaps Septima. Severus knew he could trust her to do so without asking many questions and would not go running to Dumbledore with this. The last thing Severus needed was another lecture from the headmaster about making this bond work.

While Severus attempted to find ways of undoing the damage he had done, Harry tried to sneak a way of Transfiguring broken quills into proper cleaning supplies before Snape demanded his wand. He knew he wasn't great at Transfiguration but, surely, he could do better than turning them into buttons that sprouted feathers and legs. The buttons ran around the floor bumping into one another and Harry sighed, putting his wand away then settling for using a rag and soapy water. He attempted to get away with magically cleaning the floor when Snape wasn't paying attention but that didn't go so well either. It only made the floor a little wet. At least having a little water on the floor was getting him somewhere.

The detention was long and mostly quiet. Severus attempted to grade papers after giving up on trying to fix himself. Harry did his best to clean the floor with what he had, having to remove his robes and shirt to use his under shirt as a rag to clean with since Snape was being a useless arse. They sneaked peeks at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking, quickly looking away if their eyes ever met.

"Are you sure you don't want to change your mind, Potter?" Severus asked with a smirk the first time this happened.

"I'd rather do this to the entire castle than ever have sex with you again," Harry lied.

"Pity," Severus drawled.

The bond was hard to fight against but they both managed. The lust inspired by the bond was so frustrating both were tempted to see if they could get away with getting themselves off without the other noticing. They never did. After a few hours, Severus snapped at Harry to leave, which he did gladly.

When they were apart, it wasn't their horniness that plagued their minds. Rather, it was the knowledge that the bond was spiraling out of control faster than it had before. They both knew they were going to have to give in soon, though neither really wanted to just yet. It was only a matter of who was going to break first.

And one of them was going to have to do it soon.

Author's Note: This chapter is more of a set up for the next, but I still hope you enjoyed it!

Big thanks to my reviewers: non-severium, madamdragon, and sablesilverrain!

An even bigger thanks to my wonderful, super-amazing, bestest beta in the whole world...beta...Dani! :)
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