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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Three – Shielding the Mind

Harry awoke the next morning with the ever delicious feeling of Draco cuddled against him. He ran his fingers down the silky pale skin and soon found himself kissing the exposed chest he was cuddled against. His hands ghosted over every inch until he reached the hardened staff between his lover’s legs. He groaned as he ran his thumb along the newly exposed and sensitive head. Draco moaned as Harry grasped it firmly in his hand and started attacking the exposed neck. He nibbled, sucked, and licked before whispering, “Draco what do you want your master to do to you?”

Draco just rolled onto his back and moaned as Harry continued with his ministrations. Harry removed his hand from the over stiffening length and concentrated on relaxing the blonde’s tightening muscles, which elicited more delightful noises from the angel in his bed. As his own membered thickened as he groaned, “Tell me what you want.”

The Slytherin’s eyes remained closed and continued to make incoherent noises. Harry felt a bit of anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach since the boy continued to remain unresponsive to his requests. He reached down to the little pink pucker he enjoyed more than anything else. He pressed his thumb against it without any lube, hoping the pressure would awaken his love. When that still had no effect, he stuck two fingers in there and noticed a growing resistance. He pulled them out and looked at his servant. Why wasn’t he waking and why was he sweating? He quickly cleaned his hands and touched Draco’s forehead and noticed that the young man was burning up. Something twisted in his gut as he realized that his dragon was sick. He jumped out of bed and quickly spelled clothing over the two of them before lifting the still too light boy in his arms and made his way to the infirmary.

The older nurse quickly ran diagnostics over him as soon as Harry laid him in the bed. She clicked her tongue and shook her head, “I see the young Malfoy has recently developed incubation chambers, but there’s a barrier preventing the magic from solidifying. It usually takes a week before the unique magic that allows for male pregnancy to stabilize. This barrier needs to be removed or his health will continue to deteriorate. Of course while the barrier is removed you will not want to participate in specific acts if you’re trying to prevent pregnancy.”

Harry nodded in understanding and placed his hand on Draco’s abdomen and quickly removed the barrier. He turned back toward Madam Pomfrey, “How much longer will he be unconscious?”

She handed him a blue, a purple, and a green potion, “Have him drink these. One’s for magical backlash, one’s a pain potion for the cramps and the last one is a fever reducer. He may leave with you as soon as he awakens, but you will need to keep him close to you for the next 24 hours while your magic stabilizes within him.”

The nurse left as Harry poured each potion down the blonde’s throat. He ran his fingers through the soft locks as he waited for Draco to awaken. He climbed into the bed and pulled the blonde to his chest before closing his eyes and falling into blissful sleep.

Harry groaned as he felt someone moving against him and he felt the delicious friction. Soon his mind was bombarded with the events of the morning and his eyes popped open, “Draco, we should go back to the dormitory.”

The blonde’s eyes locked with his, “Why were we in the hospital wing?”

Harry sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t aware that certain transformations that occurred when I healed you needed to solidify before any preventative barriers could be erected.” He looked up and smiled, “I cannot restore the barrier for a week so I guess you’ll have to practice your silence.” He stood up and pulled the blonde from the bed before running back to the tower. He spoke the password, rushed up the stairs to the dormitory and started attacking the shocked blonde with hot passionate kisses once the door shut. He broke away, “What do you want me to do to you Draco?”

The other wizard blushed, “I want you to ride me like you did last night.”

The green eyed wizard shook his head, “It’s too dangerous to impregnate you right now, so you need to lie down.” He quickly removed the clothes from his Adonis and took the mast in his hand while casting preparation and stretching spells on himself after vanishing his clothes. He quickly plunged down while facing his love. The look of pleasure and shock on his face did stuff to Harry’s insides.

He placed his hands on Draco’s chest for leverage as he quickened his pace and noticed the pale blonde had his eyes closed in pleasure but kept silent. “Draco, I want you to only be silent when you have control, and since I’m the one controlling this situation, I want you to let those yummy noises out.”

“Harry you feel so good. May I stroke you?”

The man continued to pull all the way up before plunging back down. He was enjoying the pressure against his prostrate and realized that he might just leave the barrier off Draco as an excuse to have him in him. “Yes I want you to make me cum and as soon as I start clamping around you in bliss I want you to release.”

After enjoying two meals in the kitchen, the two found themselves on the sixth floor. Harry pushed him against the wall, “We’re going to go into the Room of Requirement and I request that you teach me Occlumency. I understand that Bellatrix taught you, but did she also happen to teach you Legilimency as well?”

The blond shook his head no, “I taught myself how to look into other’s minds. I knew I’d need it to keep myself from being discovered.”

They quickly fell through the door that appeared. The room was that of a dungeon with manacles attached to the wall and other torture tools. Harry looked around and laughed, “Apparently someone wanted to be tortured or did you want to torture me?”

“No, it’s nothing like that, I promise. I think it was because I was thinking about what it was like to learn Occlumency from Bella. It was torture, as she skipped through my mind before I was able to fully close off my mind. She’s the one that discovered my preference toward the male persuasion and informed all of the like minded Death Eaters.”

All amusement fell from Harry's face, “That’s horrible. I hate your aunt. The next time I meet her face to face; don’t think I won’t kill the bitch.”

Draco chuckled, “I think you’ll have to take a number. I’m pretty sure that Neville might be a bit ahead of you on that one. She’s the one responsible for his parents’ current state.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, “That’s a sensitive subject for him. You will never mention that in his presence, understand?”

“Yes, master,” he bowed his head and his shoulders slumped in shame. “Are you ready to learn how to shield your mind?”

“Yeah,” he pushed his black rimmed glasses up on his nose and cleared his throat. “Snape gave me lessons last year but that didn’t really turn out that well.”

Draco seemed to ignore the comment before moving onto the lesson, “I think today we’ll start with constructing shields. I’m not ready to test them yet. The first thing one must do is determine their element. Once the element that best represents the individual’s magical core is discovered, then one should construct the walls out of it. There’s more than one reason why I’m known as the ‘Ice Prince’ in Slytherin. As you can imagine my walls are made of ice.” He stopped and just stared at Harry for a bit before proclaiming, “You’re fire.”

They spent quite a bit of time working on mental walls before Harry grew tired of the exercise. He ushered the blonde out of the room before making a demand of him in the hallway. “I want you to bring me to the room you’ve been spending so much time in up until the winter holiday.”

Draco nodded and paced three times before the wall before having Harry follow him into a room littered with junk. Old beds, broom sticks, statues that were damaged were littered among many other items. The room seemed to be a place where all lost or hidden items were placed since the founding of Hogwarts. Draco pulled him toward an object covered with a sheet, “This is the vanishing cabinet I was trying to mend to create a passageway between here and a store in Knockturn Alley.” He tilted his head back and forth, “Do you think we should destroy it?”

Harry shook his head, “I believe that Dumbledore has a plan for it. I’m not sure what that is yet but we should probably leave it alone for now.” He looked away from the cabinet when he felt his scar twinge. It hadn’t filled with pain since the fake vision Voldemort sent him the summer before, which had led to Sirius death and Lucius’ incarceration. Harry looked around trying to determine what may have been causing him to react in such a way. He remembered Dumbledore showing him the memories of the house elf where Voldemort stole things from a woman, a locket and a cup, before killing her. The locket was rumored to belong to Slytherin and the cup was Hufflepuff’s. The ring was cursed and so was the diary, but what was Voldemort’s link to these objects and did they somehow explain how one cannot live while the other survives? He noticed a tarnished crown like thing sitting upon a wigged marble bust. As he concentrated on the item, his scar burned more as if Voldemort were in the room with him. How was that possible? Was it another item placed in hiding? The diary was in Lucius’ care, the ring was found at the house of Gaunt, why wouldn’t Voldemort hide something in Hogwarts. He felt like Harry did when it came to the place, Hogwarts was home.

“What’s the matter?” Draco’s voice stopped his thought processes.

Harry didn’t answer but lifted the item from the wig and felt something dark from it. He turned to Draco, “I think we need to visit Dumbledore once again.” Draco remained silent as he followed Harry out of the room and Harry continued to stare at the item in his hand, “Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.’ You don’t think that this thing belonged to Ravenclaw, do you?”

“The engraving does seem to fit the mentality of the Ravenclaw house,” Draco mused.

Harry whispered the password to the gargoyles hoping the headmaster hadn’t changed it and he was fortunate enough to find it remained the same since the last time he’d visited. He felt Draco stiffen beside him as the stairs moved upward toward the door. Harry knocked quickly before entering the room where he found both Dumbledore and Snape in a heated discussion but they went silent as the door opened. Harry shut the door and nodded toward Snape giving Draco permission to speak with his godfather as he approached Dumbledore, “I found this in the castle and it seemed to call out to me. You know by the inscribing, I cannot help but wonder if it once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw.”

“Ravenclaw’s lost diadem?” Snape gasped as he approached the item but backed away before touching it, “That item has the same traces of dark magic on it as that bloody ring. What are you keeping from me, Dumbledore?”

“I have my suspicions, however they cannot be confirmed until we have the true memory from Slughorn and Harry’s still working on obtaining that.” He looked through his half-moon spectacles at the object before him before he turned back toward the professor, “Do please hand me the sword of Gryffindor.” The item let out a horrible screech as the basilisk venom imbued sword was stabbed into its stone.

Harry’s scar burned as the diadem wept black goop, “That’s a third items we’ve destroyed, but you still have no idea what a horcrux is?”

Snape’s black eyes snapped up as Draco’s eyes widened and they both muttered, “horcrux,” at the same time. Snape sneered, “Are you telling me that the Dark Lord has done the unforgivable act of creating multiple horcruxes?”

Dumbledore rapped his good fingers against his desk, “I was really hoping to keep that information away from the person I have that spends so much time with Voldemort. He mustn’t discover that we know about his secret and that we’ve already destroyed three. We will not know how many the man created until we can recover that memory.”

Harry cleared his throat, “We expect the locket and cup might be horcruxes. You also stated that he seemed to hide them in places that have meaning for him. You found the ring at the Gaunt hut, the diary was in Lucius’ care and more than likely in the Manor, and I just found this object in Hogwarts. Do you think his snake is one of them? I mean that thing’s been by his side before he was fully resurrected.”

Draco paled, “If all of those objects are horcruxes, then that would mean he split his soul into seven pieces. No wonder why he resembles more of a monster than a man.”

Harry was going to say something else when he felt the wards at Grimmauld place shudder, “Kreacher.” The house elf popped into the office and bowed, “Someone’s gone through the wards. The person must be a member of the Order because the house is still under the Fidelius Charm, but I don’t think everyone in the order knows about Narcissa.” He turned to the elf, “I want you to bring whoever’s there that’s not supposed to be here right now.”

Kreacher disappeared with a crack and reappeared with Mundungus Fletcher. Harry quickly grabbed the bag from him and poured the items out on the table. “What the hell were you doing in my home when a meeting wasn’t taking place there? Were you trying to steal Black family heirlooms? I understand that Sirius didn’t care but those are all I have left of my dead godfather and I won’t allow you to enter my home again.”

He recognized a few things from the bag. A locket that they found and couldn’t open that looked remarkably similar to the necklace from the memory, and he handed it to Snape, “By chance does this look like something that might have belonged to Slytherin?” He turned to Fletcher and hit him with stupefy before turning back to Snape for an answer.

“I do believe this is what it resembles.”

“I think it’s your turn. I took care of the journal and Professor Dumbledore took care of two. I would think a Slytherin should destroy it and how fitting for you to wield the sword of Gryffindor. For you truly are brave to be a spy. I only wish I knew what motivated you to put your life in such peril for so long.” He handed the sword to Snape before whispering open in Parseltongue.

Everyone in the room stared at the image that came out of the locket. Harry gasped as he saw an image of his parents, as the image of his mother sneered. “Severus you were never worthy of love. I chose another man over you. You’re the reason why I died, why would I ever forgive you? You’re parents never loved you, how could you be so certain what you felt for me was something so strong?”

Snape’s voice rose to a level that Harry had never heard from the man even when he was angry, “You pervert her image. My Lily was loving, nice, and would never say such cruel things even after I made that horrible mistake.” He swung downward with the sword and the image disappeared, however Harry was left with many questions.

“You knew my mother? But you called her Mudblood when she stood up for you when my father and Sirius were tormenting you.” He paused for a moment, “Wait that’s the reason why you two stopped being friends, wasn’t it? It was the last straw. She didn’t like who she thought you were becoming and abandoned you. Then she married one of the boys who bullied you and they had me. Then she sacrificed herself to save my life.” He plopped down in his chair, “No wonder you hate me. Even though I’m not my father and Draco was closer to what my father acted like in school,” he looked Snape directly in the eye, “I’m the reason why the woman you loved died. If she had let Voldemort kill me, then she might’ve lived and you would’ve had a chance to redeem yourself in her eyes.”

Snape let out a shaky breath, “You didn’t just inherit your mother’s eye but her caring nature as well.”

Harry pulled Draco down onto his lap, “I protect the ones I love because I’ve already lost so many people, I cannot afford to lose anymore.” He looked over at Dumbledore, “So I still have to get that true memory from Slughorn.”

Draco smiled, “I guess it’s a good thing that you’ve been doing well in potions this year. I guess my godfather’s presence was enough to make you awful at it.”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Actually, Slughorn had me borrow a book at the beginning of the year and the one I barrowed happened to have all these wonderful notes. I don’t know who the half-blood Prince was, but he’s been able to teach me potions better than I’ve learned in Professor Snape’s potions class.”

“Um Harry, I’m pretty sure that book belonged to Severus. His mother was Eileen Prince, she went to school with my grandfather,” Draco turned to the new DADA professor. “I didn’t know you were a half-blood.”

Harry blushed, “Well I guess you’re an excellent potion’s teacher after all. Have you ever considered submitting your revisions to the publisher of that text to improve students’ brewing? I mean it says that you should chop a sonorous bean, but you found that crushing it causes it to release the juice better when making the Draught of Living Death. Though I cannot help but wonder, what does Sectumsempra do? All it says is for enemies. I’ve tried some of the other spells in the book, but I’ve been hesitant to use that one.”

Draco gulped, “Don’t ever cast that one.” He shuttered as if he’d witnessed it before.

“I concur it is a dark slicing hex I invented that can be fatal if one doesn’t know the proper counter curse or rather healing spells.” He sat down in the other chair, “The fact that you have my old potions book makes sense why you’re impressing Slughorn, however I cannot help but wonder if you would’ve done better in the subject if I wasn’t so caught up on your resemblance to your father.”

“Draco’s been teaching me Occlumency, but he’s a bit reluctant to enter my mind. I was wondering if you’d join us during the next lesson to test the walls I’ve put up. I fear that our childhoods may have been similar. I know that you resent me for my fame; however I’ve never wanted it. I grew up a Muggle with an older cousin that enjoyed bullying me. I lived in a broom cupboard under that stairs until I got my first Hogwarts letter and they feared that my kind knew the way they were treating me. They were afraid of what freaks could do to them for mistreating me. I’ve had my hard times at Hogwarts as well. People thought I was the heir of Slytherin in my second year, Draco attempted to humiliate me because of my bad reaction to dementors in my third year, I was spurned for my participation in the Triwizard tournament my fourth year, and Umbridge was singling me out and everyone believed I was lying last year. I may not have had a group like the Maurders making my life a living hell, but I’ve had plenty of other people doing just the same thing. I guess I could add you to the list, but I never gave up. I guess that has something to do with the stubborn streak for which Gryffindors are known.”

“Quite the monolog, Potter. Were you hoping for pity?”

“No sir, I was hoping that since Draco and I are bonded by the ancient wards of the Black Family Home, and that my godfather is no longer living, that you might consider me as a godson as well. I understand that you’re important to Draco even though he was unwilling to trust you earlier this year. I’m not sure what’s planned but I have a feeling that,” he pointed to Dumbledore’s hand, “is getting worse rather than better with time. I know you were wearing that ring when you first got me last summer. I cannot help but think that you’re suffering from some dark curse related to the horcrux.”

“It’s killing him,” Draco observed before turning back to Snape. “You told me you took an unbreakable vow. You vowed to kill Dumbledore if I wasn’t able to complete my task, didn’t you?” He turned to the headmaster, “You asked him to be the one to take your life in my stead because you wanted to spare my soul from the damage involved. Now that I’m not going to complete my task and my mother’s safe, you’re still going to have Snape kill you in order to keep his cover with the Dark Lord, but that would put his life in even greater danger. He will be hunted by the side he’s actually aiding and the Dark Lord isn’t known for compassion. He’s already putting his life in danger every time he stands before him.”

“No, there’s got to be something we can do to insure Snape’s safety. He’s one of the few links I have left to my parents. The only other link is Remus because Wormtail showed his true colors when he betrayed the safety of his friends to Voldemort. I’d rather see that man dead than ever see that man again.”

“You have more to worry about than my health, Potter,” Snape sneered before leaving the office with his robes billowing behind him.

“He’s confused how you wish to protect him when he’s been nothing but horrible to you. He doesn’t do well when others show him care. I really blame it on the neglect he suffered as a child. He wasn’t fortunate enough to be raised by two loving parents like I was,” Draco whispered.

Harry nodded, “Many of us weren’t as lucky as you were. You have to admit though that your life went to crap pretty quickly after Voldemort’s return.”

Draco snuggled into Harry’s chest, “Yes but I have you to protect me now, so I’m not really that concerned.”

A/N: I understand this is another shorter chapter. I understand that the horcruxes are being found a bit quickly but they still don’t know how many Voldemort planned on making as they have yet to retrieve the memory. Plus Dumbledore has still been cursed and still must die. I want to remind everyone that this stops following cannon after Slughorn’s Christmas party.
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