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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 25
In the weeks following his talk with Snape, Harry hardly read any of the diary that had been given to him. Between the magic lessons with Blaise, Draco helping him with potions, and the talks with Snape, Harry found himself too busy to read the diary. However, when he did manage to steal a few moments to himself, Harry found himself enthralled with the words that his mother had written.
It was the last day of classes before Easter break and Harry knew he should be making sure his things were packed, but it was one of those rare moments where Harry had a few minutes to himself, and so he took advantage of it and sat reading his mother's diary. That was where Blaise found him when the tan boy got back after his final class. The Italian smiled when he saw Harry sitting in the middle of the floor, his trunk open, half his things packed, the other half lying in a mess around him on the floor.
“How did I know you wouldn't be packed yet?” Blaise chuckled as he came into the room. Harry looked up at him and smiled, closing the book and setting it into his trunk. “Do you want some help?” Blaise asked.
“I've got it,” Harry reassured the tan boy, smiling up at him. “Besides, don't you have to pack your own things?” Harry asked.
“Yes, however, at the moment I have less to do than you,” Blaise said and he started picking up Harry's clothes, folding them and putting them into the trunk. The smaller boy smiled and picked up the few things on the floor around him and just threw them into the trunk without folding them, which Blaise pulled out and folded before putting back. “You really should take better care of your things,” Blaise commented as he picked up a shirt and looked it over frowning at it. The piece of clothing, if it could really be called that as it seemed more like an over sized rag; it was nearly three times the size of Harry, had a few holes in it and more than a few stains. Harry snatched the shirt away from him, rolling it up into a ball before shoving it back into his trunk.
“Doesn't matter if they're folded or not, as long as they're in my trunk, right?” Harry asked.
“Harry...” Blaise started to speak but Harry looked at him sharply.
“They're hand me down clothes, they used to belong to my cousin, they're all pretty much ruined anyway so it doesn't really matter if I take care of them or not,” Harry said before Blaise could ask anything about the state of the clothing that wasn't his school uniform. It was the most that Harry had ever said about his relatives to Blaise.
“I think maybe some time during the week, we should take you out shopping, get you a real wardrobe,” Blaise suggested and Harry shook his head.
“I don't want to do that. If, for some reason, I have to go back there...” Harry trailed off when Blaise pulled him into a hug.
“You're not going back there, I can promise you that right now,” Blaise said and Harry sighed.
“How can you promise something like that? They're my legal guardians, Blaise. Everyone keeps saying that I won't have to go back there but how can I believe something like that? I've had to go back every year, even if I asked to go somewhere else,” Harry said leaning against Blaise when the tan boy tightened his arms around Harry.
“Because I won't let you go back, and neither will Draco. I think at this point Professor Snape wouldn't even let you go back. Not to mention your Godfather, and the werewolf,” Blaise pointed out.
“Remus does have a name, you know. Just because he's a werewolf doesn't make him any less of a person,” Harry said seriously and Blaise sighed.
“The point is,” Blaise said choosing not to get into the werewolf debate with Harry, “you aren't going back to those muggles. And I can promise that; even if Draco and I have to kidnap and run away with you, we will make sure you are safe,” Blaise promised.
Harry couldn't help but smile at that, even if it was still difficult to believe. “A couple of shirts and maybe some trousers,” Harry said looking up at Blaise, who raised an eyebrow at him. “If you are going to insist on taking me shopping, that's all I will be buying. I don't want to end up with a wardrobe like Draco's,” Harry said seriously and Blaise laughed leaning down and kissing Harry's forehead.
“I think even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to have a wardrobe like Draco's,” Blaise said, letting Harry go when the smaller boy pulled out of the embrace. The green-eyed boy looked around the room and sighed.
“I suppose if I'm going to get a few new clothes, it might be pointless to pack the rest of this,” Harry said, looking back at Blaise, who looked at the mess as well.
“You're probably right. How about we stack it all somewhere for now, and when we get back with your new clothes, you can set fire to these?” Blaise suggested, smiling widely when Harry started laughing.
“I don't know, some of those clothes might be hazardous to set on fire, I might just have to banish them,” Harry said, laughing again softly.
“We can decide what to do with them later,” Blaise said pulling Harry close once more for a quick kiss. “Though if you're finished packing now, why don't you come help me pack my trunk, then we can get an early dinner when Draco get's back,” Blaise suggested.
“Where is Draco anyway?” Harry asked. “I thought you two had the same final class.” Harry looked up at the tan boy, who nodded.
“We did but he wanted to talk to Professor Snape before we leave tomorrow, so he'll be back in about an hour or so,” Blaise informed the smaller boy before pulling him out of the room and across the hall. “Now since I helped you, you can help me,” Blaise said and Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
“I didn't ask for your help though,” Harry reminded him, but allowed Blaise to pull him along.
“Well, then you can just sit on the bed and watch me pack,” Blaise said with a shrug, sitting Harry on the bed before turning to his wardrobe and started pulling out clothes that he wanted for the coming week. He then turned and did the same for Draco, so that his blond boyfriend wouldn't need to do his own packing.
Harry sat watching Blaise quietly while the tan boy packed the two trunks quickly, his mind wandering to the upcoming week. He was a little nervous about seeing Draco's mother again; even though the blond woman had been more than nice to him during dinner on New Years, it was his fault that she had to be in hiding at the moment. But that was nothing compared to how nervous he was about meeting Blaise's mother; Harry had at least known a little bit about Narcissa before he met her but Harry knew next to nothing about the Italian woman he would be meeting tomorrow.
“Harry?” Blaise was the one who broke the silence in the room. Green eyes looked up to see Blaise's brow creased with worry as he looked at Harry. “Are you alright?” Blaise asked and Harry nodded, before shaking his head instead.
“I don't know,” Harry sighed. “I'm excited about tomorrow, I really am. But... I suppose I'm also worried. I mean, what if Mrs. Malfoy is mad at me? What if your mother doesn't like me?” Harry asked looking at Blaise who came to sit next to him on the bed.
“Harry, Draco's mother isn't going to be mad at you,” Blaise said softly.
“How do you know that? It's my fault she has to be in hiding at the moment,” Harry reminded the Italian.
“Because, to her, being in hiding is preferable to being in the same house as the Dark Lord,” Blaise said. “And as for my mother, she can be a hard person to get along with sometimes, I won't lie to you about that, but once she gets to know you, there is no possible way that she would ever hate you,” Blaise said, hoping to be a little reassuring to the smaller boy.
“But she doesn't like me right now, does she?” Harry asked and Blaise raised an eyebrow at him.
“My mother doesn't make a habit of hating people she doesn't know,” Blaise said. “She isn't happy about the situation, but that's mostly because I never thought to write to her and inform her of everything that's been happening since Halloween. If there is anyone she's going to be angry with, it will be me.” Blaise reached up, running his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly. “Try not to worry about it, okay? Mrs. Malfoy isn't going to be mad at you, and my mother isn't going to hate you.”
“I'm still going to worry about it,” Harry said with a small smile.
“Yeah, you do tend to worry about silly things,” Blaise said smiling back at Harry. “Maybe I could make you worry a little less?” Blaise suggested leaning down to steal a kiss from Harry. He smiled against the soft lips when Harry leaned into the kiss. Blaise started to pull away but stopped when Harry's hands grabbed him. Blaise braced himself with one hand on the bed near Harry's hip and slid the other around Harry pulling the smaller boy closer.
Harry let out a small moan when he felt Blaise's arm tighten around him. Over the last few weeks both Blaise and Draco had stolen plenty of kisses from him but Harry had always let them be the ones to take it that little bit further, as he hadn't been too sure about what to do. Harry was feeling a little more sure of himself today and tentatively he ran his tongue over the tan boy's lower lip.
Harry suddenly found himself laying on his back, Blaise leaning over him. Harry's one small move seemed to have been permission enough for Blaise to completely ravage Harry's mouth, kissing the smaller boy senseless while a hand found its way up Harry's shirt, fingers brushing lightly over Harry's stomach, lifting the shirt a bit further. That's when Harry broke the kiss with a gasp, one of his smaller hands grabbing Blaise's to stop the tan boy from lifting the shirt any more.
"Blaise." Harry stared up at the Italian, his cheeks flushed and eyes slightly wider than normal.
"I won't do anything you don't like, Harry," Blaise promised, smiling down at the green-eyed boy.
"I like the kissing," Harry admitted softly. Blaise chuckled and nodded before leaning back down to capture Harry's mouth in another kiss. This one, however, didn't last all that long as they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat loudly; both Harry and Blaise looked to see Draco standing in the doorway.
"I thought you said you were going to be packing?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at Blaise, who smirked at him.
"It's done, and I found myself with some free time before dinner," Blaise said with a shrug of his shoulder.
"So you decided to take advantage of Harry, on my bed?" Draco questioned.
"I was hardly taking advantage of him." Blaise snorted in amusement. Draco looked from Blaise to the red-faced Harry, who's shirt was still half up, Blaise's tan hand still resting on the small boy's stomach.
“If you say so,” Draco said with a shrug of his shoulder.
“We were just kissing,” Harry said, sitting up and pulling his shirt back down, ignoring the disappointed look that crossed Blaise's face.
“I doubt Blaise would have stopped at kissing if you had let him continue,” Draco said with a smirk and Harry blushed brighter. “Though, if you would like to continue, I could send your friends away, then I could join you?” Draco suggested, chuckling when Harry's eyes widened before he hurried out of the room and out to the common room where Hermione was sitting and waiting with Fred and George, while Ron was looking around the room as this was the first time that he had been there.
“There you are, Harry,” George said with a grin.
“We've been knocking on the door for nearly an hour! We thought you weren't here,” Fred added and Hermione rolled her eyes.
“It wasn't quite that long. We thought that you might have been held back after one of your classes, so we were waiting for you to get back. But Malfoy said you and Zabini should have already been here,” Hermione explained.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Blaise was helping me get my trunk packed before tomorrow, I kind of let that slide until the last minute,” Harry admitted with a small smile when Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.
“I don't understand why you and Ron always insist on putting things off until the last minute,” she said, shaking her head.
“Because life is so much more fun when you can procrastinate about everything,” Ron said, grinning, before looking over to Harry. Things between them still weren't the way they used to be, and Harry had probably been right about the fact that they never would be again, but they were getting better; a few conversations and a couple meals together and things had been getting better.
“So why are you guys here? I have been coming down to the Great Hall more often, I would have seen you at dinner in half an hour,” Harry said, watching as Hermione and the twins looked towards Ron and Harry frowned wondering if something else had happened with his friend.
Ron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They set a trial date for McLaggen. They had been trying to decide if the trial should be in the summer after school but someone had the bright idea of having it during spring break, where it wouldn't interrupt my schooling,” Ron said with a huff.
“Thing is, the trial is mostly just a farce,” Fred added. “They already know the verdict and just need Ron there to give his side of the story, point his finger at McLaggen, and it's off to Azkaban for him.”
Harry frowned at that. “If they already know he's guilty, why do they even need Ron there?” Harry asked.
“Not just Ron apparently, we think you're going to get a summons as well,” Hermione said.
“I haven't gotten anything though,” Harry said, his frown deepening as he looked from Hermione to Ron and back again.
“The only reason Ron knows about the trial is because Mr. Weasley sent him an owl; he hasn't even gotten the official summons yet. I expect that you'll be getting one sometime in the next few days,” Hermione explained.
“But I'm not going to be here... I'm going to be in Italy...” Harry said, his eyes wide.
“We know,” Hermione said and again glanced at Ron, who was occupying himself by looking at a couple of the paintings at the wall. Harry bit his lip as he watched his red-headed friend.
“I think... maybe there's a way I could get there from Blaise's house...” Harry said and Ron's attention snapped towards him in surprise. “I don't know what they could really want me there for, but... if you need me there, Ron, I can find a way to make it?” Harry offered and Ron smiled.
“I don't know if it'll be that easy, Harry,” Ron said. “I attacked you and I used the Imperious curse on Seamus and Dean as well,” Ron reminded him and Harry frowned.
“They can't want me there to send you to Azkaban,” Harry said. “You were under the curse yourself, you can't be held accountable for what you did!”
“Can't I?” Ron snapped.
“No, you can't!” Harry snapped back. “We talked about this, and I thought I had gotten it through that thick skull of yours! It. Wasn't. Your. Fault!” Harry's raised voice brought Blaise and Draco into the room quickly. Draco looked between Harry and Ron before stepping between them.
“I thought you just came here to talk, if you're going to start fighting with Harry, you can get out,” Draco hissed, but a hand on his arm had him turning his attention towards Harry instead.
“No, Draco,” Harry said, pulling him back before looking at Ron. “If you want me there, Ron, I'll be there, and not to send you to Azkaban either. Things might be different now but you're still my friend, and I don't blame you for anything that you did or said,” Harry informed him.
“See, little brother.” George grinned at Ron. “We told you that you were being stupid about all this,” George said and Ron glared at him.
“If you don't want me there, that's fine too,” Harry added. “But if I don't see you back in school after Easter break, then I'm going to the Ministry and setting them straight,” Harry said, satisfied to see Ron actually smile at that.
“Thanks, mate,” Ron said with a small sigh.
Fred glanced around the room before looking at Harry. “So,” the red-headed twin said, breaking the silence, “since it's nearly dinner time now, why don't you just come down to the Great Hall with us, Harry?” he suggested. “If that is alright with your personal bodyguards,” Fred added, looking to Blaise and Draco.
“We're not his bodyguards,” Draco snapped and Blaise chuckled, leaning down so he could speak in his blond boyfriend's ear.
“I don't think Harry's really told them that we're officially dating,” Blaise whispered and Draco rolled his eyes.
“They know we both have a signature bond with Harry; if they don't know what that means, then it's their own fault for being stupid,” Draco hissed back quietly.
“So how about it, Harry?” George asked, “care to ditch these two snakes and join us for dinner?” he asked, extending his arm to the smaller boy, who just laughed.
“Yes, dear Harry, we have missed the presence of your company. Come join us and we shall whisk you away from the near snake pit you have been trapped in,” Fred said, also offering his arm to Harry, who laughed harder, shaking his head.
“No, it's okay. I'll meet you guys down there okay?” Harry said. Still smiling, he turned to Blaise and Draco, only to be stopped when he was grabbed by his arms and lifted off the ground.
“In that case, we shall kidnap you from this evil lair!” George proclaimed loudly as Harry kicked his feet that weren't even touching the floor now.
“Oi! Put me down!” Harry demanded, even as he was turned and carried towards the door. Harry, however, suddenly found himself in Blaise's arms, the tan boy grinning while Draco held his wand at the twins.
“You'll have to do better than that if you want to take Harry from us,” Draco smirked, though Harry could tell that he wasn't really serious. “Why don't you run along, and if we are feeling generous we may let Harry out of our sight long enough to allow him to join you for dinner.”
“Curses, we have been foiled again,” George said, grinning.
“Next time we shall prevail!” Fred said as he and George backed away towards the door before leaving. Harry stared after them then looked up at Blaise.
“So what do I get for rescuing from the twin terrors?” Blaise asked and Harry smiled leaning up and pressing his lips to Blaise's.
Pulling back Harry smiled. “Now put me down,” he said and Blaise chuckled but did as he was told. Harry took the couple steps towards Draco, pulling him into a quick kiss as well. “Thanks for not letting them carry me off,” Harry said and Draco shrugged.
“If anyone's carrying you anywhere, it will be either me or Blaise,” Draco said and then glanced over to where Ron and Hermione were still standing. “What are you two looking at?” the blond by snapped.
“Nothing,” Hermione said but she was smiling, looking towards Harry. “We'll see you at dinner, Harry,” she said before taking Ron by the arm and leading him out of the room. The red-headed boy was still staring at Harry as they went; knowing his best friend was bonded to the two Slytherins was one thing, but actually seeing Harry kiss them was still a little shocking for Ron. Harry shook his head watching them go.
“If you want to eat, shouldn't we be going down as well?” Harry asked looking at Draco.
“We will, in a little while once I've checked to see if you and Blaise have packed properly,” Draco said with a small smirk before heading down the hall towards their rooms.
In the end Harry had had to endure nearly an hour of Draco unpacking, and then re-packing, his own trunk before the blond turned to attack Blaise's trunk next. Thankfully the tan boy stopped him and steered Draco out of the room. Harry smiled and followed the two of them quickly.
“We're all packed,” Blaise said, not letting go of Draco as he guided his blond boyfriend down the hall to the common room. “If you want to go through my trunk after dinner, that's fine, but for right now I'm hungry, so let's go eat,” Blaise said and Draco glanced back at him.
“It won't take me that long to make sure yours and Harry's trunks are packed properly,” Draco said but allowed the Italian boy to lead him out of the common room anyway.
“My trunk is fine, you don't need to check it,” Harry said still following his two boyfriends. Harry honestly just didn't want Draco to see most of his clothing; Blaise hadn't reacted to badly to Harry owning his cousin's hand me down clothes but Harry had the feeling that Draco might have a bit more of a reaction to the old worn out shirts and trousers.
“Harry's trunk is still mostly empty anyway, because he and I decided that we're going to go shopping, and get him some new clothes,” Blaise said and nearly laughed when he saw how excited Draco seemed at that idea; though his facial expressing never changed, Blaise saw the blond boy's eyes light up and look in the direction of Harry.
“A couple shirts, and maybe two or three trousers. I don't need anything more than that,” Harry said quickly, trying to make sure that Draco knew it wasn't going to be a huge shopping trip.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry and shrugged a shoulder. “If you say so,” he smirked. Harry shook his head, deciding it would be better to just argue with Draco later if he tried insisting Harry needed more clothing.
When they reached the Great Hall, Harry split off from his two boyfriends and made his way over to the Gryffindor table and a space was made for him next George across from where Hermione and Fred were sitting. Things felt more normal now than they had since the previous Halloween and Harry was happier than he had been in a long while. Even if he was still unsure about meeting Blaise's mother the following day, Harry pushed that worry off to the side for now and just enjoyed the time he had with his friends.
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Harry had enjoyed dinner with his fellow Gryffindors but his restless mind meant that, when he retired to his bedroom, he still had trouble sleeping; he was far too nervous, despite both Draco and Blaise having reassured him that he was just being silly. Even Harry had to admit his anxiety about the situation was rather stupid, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't think of any good way that he could be introduced to Blaise's mother, and he had no idea how the woman was going to react.
It was nearing four in the morning before Harry finally gave up on sleeping; he wanted to go for a walk, however, after how worried his bond-mates had gotten after the last two times, Harry decided that he would just go sit in the common room for a few hours. Sliding out of bed, Harry paused for a moment, grabbing his mother's diary out of his trunk before heading out to the common room to wait for Blaise or Draco to wake up.
Harry started a fire in the grate and settled down in front of it, opening the diary to a random page and starting to read. He somehow felt closer to his mother every time that he read her diary, just as he felt closer to his father when using the cloak. Turning the pages slowly, Harry once again found himself absorbed in what he was reading. Harry had been happy enough to just have the diary, something that his mother had owned, had touched, but every time he read the words, taking in his mother's elegant writing, he was finding more than a materialistic connection to his mother in this book.
Some passages she had written were about some of her favorite charms, notes on spells that she wanted to remember, but halfway through the diary Harry came upon a passage that took up nearly three pages of writing. His mother had written about her parents, and her sister, and how much she cared about them and loved them but being part of the magical world now, she was going to have to leave her family behind. Harry felt his heart aching for his mother and what she must have gone through, what it must have been like to come to that conclusion that she belonged in a different world than her family.
Harry never had that, would never have that. His family never cared about him and would most likely celebrate when they found out that he would never have to darken their doorstep again; it was difficult for him to associate the sister Lily had clearly loved with the Aunt who had hated him. Harry closed the diary, setting it aside, and stared into the fire. His mother had loved her family and, from what he had read so far, it sounded like at least his grandparents had loved Lily very much. It was only Petunia who had been jealous, hated everything to do with magic.
It was only the Dursleys who had hated him; Harry had known that they had never loved him, and the small hope he had once had that he could make them love him, that hope was long dead. It was only now that Harry had admitted, to not only others but himself as well, that the Dursleys had abused him, that they never loved him, that Harry came to another conclusion. It wasn't just being loved or unloved by his family, it was the fact that they had never wanted him to begin with. His mere presence was an eyesore to them.
Harry laughed softly to himself. “Voldemort cares more about my existence than those people,” he said, mostly as a joke, trying to cheer himself up from his rapidly depressing thoughts. But in some twisted way it was actually true; Voldemort hated him, and his main goal was to make sure that Harry Potter would not foil his plans again, the Dark Wizard would seek Harry out just to kill him, while the Dursleys just didn't care, they couldn't even be bothered with the boy who had been dumped on them.
Harry wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them close to his chest while his chin rested on his knees. He hardly noticed it when the first tear started to fall, followed by a second and before Harry knew it he couldn't stop and his body shook as he tried to quiet his sobs.
When Harry felt arms wrap around him from behind, the small boy turned quickly, not even looking to see who it was he latched onto. Fingers started combing through Harry's hair as the small boy curled up tight against the strong chest, hands clutching at the silk shirt. Someone else was next to him, another set of arms wrapped around him, and Harry heard someone speaking softly to him, but he didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. He just screamed, holding tighter onto the first person who had offered him comfort, Harry screamed out all of the pain, and anger, letting his magic flow out of him freely so as not to let it build up and cause him more pain; he had had enough pain to last a life time.
Harry wasn't sure how long he had screamed, he did know that his throat hurt from it though, and his leg felt as if it were cramping; that was a good indication that he had been sitting on the floor for quite some time.
“Harry?” Draco asked when the smaller boy grew quiet. Green eyes slowly blinked up at him and Draco gave him a small smile. “Feel better?” he asked and Harry just nodded, either unable or unwilling to speak at the moment.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Blaise asked and Harry turned his head slightly to look at Blaise.
“...maybe later...” Harry said in a horse whisper. Blaise nodded, knowing now wasn't the time to push Harry for answers. He gently took the smaller boy from Draco, holding him close.
“Let's go curl back up in bed for a little while longer, it's still too early to be awake,” Blaise suggested and Harry couldn't protest, feeling more tired now than he had all night. He rested his head against Blaise's shoulder, allowing himself to be carried from the common room to Blaise and Draco's room.
Blaise settled Harry on the bed before climbing in next to him, while Draco followed, snuggling up closer to Harry's back. “We've got you, Harry,” Draco whispered. “No one's going to hurt you like that again,” Draco said and Harry wanted to ask how Draco knew what he'd been thinking about but soft lips pressed against his and Harry sighed closing his eyes, allowing Draco to kiss him.
“Get some sleep, Harry,” Blaise encouraged, watching as Draco pulled back from Harry; the smaller boy didn't open his eyes again and drifted to sleep. Blaise and Draco both watched as Harry's breathing evened out, sure that Harry was now really asleep Blaise looked to Draco. “What was that about, Draco?” Blaise questioned.
The blond boy shook his head. “I don't fully know, I can make some guesses, but I think it would be best if we just wait and asked Harry in the morning,” Draco said.
Blaise sighed, not really happy with that answer, but nodded his agreement anyway. Keeping an arm wrapped protectively around Harry, the tan boy settled back down to get some more sleep; it was going to be a long day today and Blaise knew he would need the extra hours of sleep if he was going to introduce his mother to Harry.
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Harry grumbled softly when he felt someone shifting around on the bed, a soft chuckle and someone was gently touching his cheek. Harry swatted the hand away, his eyes still closed and he curled up tighter to the warm body.
“Harry, it's time to wake up,” Blaise whispered in his ear.
“...hmm...no...” Harry said sleepily turning to hide his face.
“You know, for someone who likes to be awake at four in the morning, you're sure not a morning person,” Draco commented.
“sha'dup...” Harry grumbled.
“If you don't get up now, Harry, we're going to be late for the train,” Blaise said, however, Harry still didn't move, seeming quite content to stay curled next to Blaise, his head still resting on the tan boy's chest.
"I'm still tired though..." Harry complained but sat up anyway rubbing at his eyes. Blaise chuckled, sitting up as well and kissing Harry's cheek.
"You can nap on the train," Blaise promised before sliding out of bed. Harry sighed, falling back into the bed and curling himself around one of Blaise's pillows.
Draco rolled his eyes at Harry; they had all slept in a little later than usual, which meant that they didn't have time to fight to get Harry out of bed right now. So Draco pulled out his wand, flicking it at the bed and watched in amusement as the mattress flipped up and dumped Harry onto the floor. The smaller boy screaming as he landed on the floor.
"You need to get up now," Draco said and wasn't fully prepared to feel the sudden anger coming from the smaller boy.
"I was getting up!" Harry snapped as he got to his feet. "You didn't have to throw me out of bed like that! Would letting me lay there for five more minutes really have been that much trouble?" Harry asked, glaring at Draco.
"We are already running late, we don't even have time for breakfast this morning," Draco said, sounding more than a little annoyed.
“Then just TELL me! Don't throw me out of bed!” Harry yelled. Blaise was between the two of them then hoping to stop the fight before it really got going.
“Stop this now,” Blaise told both of them, before looking at Harry. “Are you hurt?” he asked. The green eyed boy blinked at him.
“What?”
“Are you hurt?” Blaise repeated and Harry shook his head.
“No, I don't think so...” Harry answered.
“Harry, we are really running late, we let you sleep in as long as possible, but you need to get dressed so that we don't miss the train,” Blaise said then turned to look at Draco. “And Draco, there are more tactful ways of getting Harry out of bed.”
“Then he should have gotten up when we told him to,” Draco argued.
“I was getting up!” Harry said and Blaise turned to face Harry blocking the smaller boy's view of Draco.
“Please go get dressed, Harry?” he requested and Harry glared before turning and storming out of the room slamming his door shut and Blaise sighed before looking back at Draco again.
“We're already missing breakfast because of him,” Draco said and Blaise sighed.
“It's not like we're going to starve, Draco. I know you're still tired too, and that's the only reason why you're this short tempered, but you know he had a rough night so please, just lay off?” Blaise requested.
“Fine,” Draco agreed. “I'm going to head down now, maybe I'll be able to grab some toast from the Great Hall,” Draco said and left the room. Blaise sighed again, shaking his head. He hated it when Draco got like this; he just hoped that Draco's bad mood didn't affect Harry. Going across the hall, Blaise knocked on the door to Harry's room.

“Harry, you ready?” Blaise asked. There was no answer and the tan boy frowned, knocking again, this time the door opened and Harry looked up at him.
“You didn't have to wait for me,” Harry said, smiling a bit. “I would have caught up to you and Draco,” he said and Blaise gave Harry a curious look.
“I wanted to wait for you. Draco went to see if he could grab a little bit of food and he'll meet us by the carriages,” Blaise said and Harry nodded.
“Okay, let's go,” the smaller boy said and he followed Blaise out of their rooms and down to the Great Hall. Draco was waiting by the front doors for them instead of by the carriages, handing an egg sandwich to Blaise before looking at Harry and holding out a sandwich for him as well. Harry looked up and stared into Draco's grey eyes; the blond boy didn't say anything as he held the sandwich out but Harry felt Draco's emotions very clearly. Even though he didn't say it out-loud, the blond was sorry for how he had gotten Harry out of bed.
Smiling, Harry took the sandwich, leaning up and giving Draco a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Draco,” he said. Taking a bite of his sandwich, Harry followed his two bond-mates out to the carriages.
The short ride down to the train was silent and when they reached the train, Blaise lead them towards the back compartments, where there weren't as many students trying to get on. Once inside their compartment, Draco closed and locked the door, taking a seat next to the window and Harry took the seat across from him.
“Can I get some more sleep now?” Harry asked, not looking at either Blaise or Draco.
“Of course you can,” Blaise said and watched as Harry took his cloak off before laying down on the bench, pulling the black material up and over his head. Blaise sighed and sat down next to Draco. “Are you going to get some more sleep too?” the tan boy questioned. Draco shook his head.
“No, I should be fine now that I've eaten something.” Draco sighed, looking at Harry. “I really didn't think he would react that badly to being dumped out of bed,” Draco said softly, leaning against Blaise. “Something I should probably remember; Harry has a bad tempter if he doesn't get enough sleep.”
Blaise chuckled. “Sounds like someone else I know,” he said running his fingers through Draco's hair. “Really, why don't you get a couple hours sleep while you still can? You now that Pansy and Theo are probably going to be by looking for you by then, and then you'll never get a nap.”
Draco sighed and nodded, deciding that Blaise was probably right. Shifting so that he could lay down and use Blaise's lap as a pillow, Draco closed his eyes, only intending on resting a little. However, he soon found himself falling asleep just as Harry had.
Blaise remained awake, keeping an eye on both Draco and Harry while the two younger boys slept. Blaise was still worried about the sudden and seemingly random emotional breakdown that Harry had had in the early hours of the morning. He wanted to ask Harry about it but had decided that he would wait until the smaller boy had gotten a bit more sleep.
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The train ride was nearly half over by the time Harry started waking up. Blaise watched, smiling, as Harry first lowered the cloak away from his face, blinking slowly at the ceiling of their compartment as he started waking up fully.
“You slept for a little over three hours,” Blaise said as Harry slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Doesn't feel like I slept much at all,” Harry admitted, yawning and stretching.
“The trolley already came by. I got some food for you and Draco though.” Blaise shifted a little, grabbing some of the food and handing it to Harry, taking great care not to dislodge and wake Draco, who was still using him as a pillow.
“Not hungry... thank you though,” Harry said, smiling when Blaise gave him a worried look. “I just woke up, I'm not hungry, I may be in an hour or so,” Harry reassured the tan boy, who nodded and tucked the food away again. They fell into a comfortable silence as Harry shifted closer to the window so he could look out at the passing scenery. Harry was content to sit in silence, but he could practically feel Blaise watching him. Letting out a small sigh, he looked at the tan boy.
“What do you want to ask me?” Harry questioned, glancing over at Blaise, smiling at the confused look on the tan boy's face. “I can tell you want to ask me something, so please just ask and stop staring at me,” Harry requested.
“I didn't mean to stare,” Blaise admitted. “I wanted to ask if you felt any better after your nap,” Blaise said and Harry nodded turning his attention back out the window.
“I do feel better, I didn't sleep much last night...” Harry said, though that much had probably been obvious to Blaise since the tan boy had also been up early that morning.
“I figured as much,” Blaise said with a small sigh. “I also wanted to ask what happened this morning,” he said, knowing it would probably have been better to wait for Draco to wake up than ask Harry anything now. However, Blaise didn't want to push it off to the side for too long; Blaise hadn't ever seen Harry quite so upset before and it worried him.
Harry sighed again and didn't look back at Blaise. For a moment the tan boy thought that Harry wasn't going to answer, however, the smaller boy spoke before Blaise could ask another question. “It finally hit me that my relatives really didn't care about me at all. It wasn't just them not loving me or not taking care of me... or even just them hating me, they just didn't care at all. I could have died and they wouldn't have cared at all, as long as they weren't the ones who had to deal with me,” Harry said, still not looking at Blaise. He really didn't want to see the look of pity he was sure the tan boy was giving him now.
“Harry...” Blaise started to say but Harry cut him off.
“Don't.” Harry glanced at him. “I know you want to help, I know you want to say something like 'things will be better now' or 'you'll never have to go back there again' but I honestly just don't want to hear that at the moment,” Harry said.
“Truthfully, I don't know what to say,” Blaise admitted. “When I found out that Draco's father used to beat him, I didn't know what to say then either. I couldn't understand what he had gone through and I can't understand what you're going through. But, just because I don't understand, doesn't mean I don't want to know. You don't want to hear that I won't let you go back to those people, and that's fair, I won't say anything, but, my request of you is don't shut me out, just because I can't understand,” Blaise said and Harry stared at him unsure of what he should say or even do, so he looked back out the window for a moment.
“I'm not trying to shut anyone out,” Harry said softly, looking back at Blaise. “I'm just so used to dealing with things on my own...” he admitted.
“You don't have to,” Blaise pointed out and Harry nodded.
“I know, I'm just not used to it...” Harry sighed and stood up. “I'm going to stretch my legs for a bit,” he said, feeling like he might be running away from the conversation, and in a way he was. Harry wasn't sure what he could say to Blaise and if the tan boy started asking any more questions, Harry didn't know if he wanted to answer them. So, not waiting for a reply, Harry hurried out of the compartment closing the door behind him.
Blaise let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, thinking that it definitely would have been a better idea to wait until Draco was awake before trying to talk to Harry. But the smaller boy had answered his question, which was more than he had done before when it was something that concerned his relatives, so Blaise counted that as progress at the very least. Blaise settled back in his seat content to enjoy the rest of the train ride letting Harry have his time alone for now, there would be plenty of time to talk more later.
TBC
And here is chapter 25! There are a few things that I have been asked that I would like to clear up however.
#1: Harry may seem childlike at times, and frightened to talk about his abuse, but digging up something that huge and talking about it to anyone is a frightening thing to do, no matter how brave you're supposed to be.
#2: My reference to him as small, or boy, is a mere description of his size compared to Blaise and Draco.
#3: In my stories Blaise is both dark skinned AND Italian, if you look up the last name Zabini, it is a very Italian last name, 33% of people who have the last name Zabini are from Italy, therefore in my stories Blaise is Italian, though I don't think this really be that big of a deal due to the fact that he is a miner character that we are given enough information about him in the books to build our own version of him.
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