Losing The Game

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Losing The Game CH 3-~

Harry was staring at the remains of his dinner with a rather large frown. He\'d eaten, he\'d eaten every last bite of his roast, potatos, green beans, and every speck of his chocolate pudding and treacle tarts. While feeling rather nauseous after having over stuffed himself the hollow ache in his middle hadn\'t eased a bit, in fact it was getting worse. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. He had no clue what was wrong with him but figured the whole magical surge had something to do with it. \'I just wish I could remember something more then Malfoy\'s pissed off eyes.\'

He looked up as Ron followed by Hermione stepped around the privacy screen. He summoned up a small smile as they sat on either side of his feet on the bed.

\"Hey.\"

\"Hey, Harry, how are you feeling?\"

\"A bit achy, Hermione, but other then that I\'m fine. Can you guys please tell me how I went from the
Gryffindor locker rooms to here? Dumbledore won\'t tell me much.\"

Hermione shot Ron an uneasy look and he began to study the floor like the pattern would give him a clue on what to say. Hermione looked at Ron then sighed softly looking to Harry again.

\"Well, we were all in the common room when it happened so we don\'t know exactly what went on between you and Malfoy. The ground shook really hard for a minute or two like there was an earthquake then we heard all the glass shattering below us and then the loud boom from the explosion. We all ran to the windows to see what was going on.\"

\"We thought the school was under attack or something, mate. When I saw the dust coming from the area of the locker rooms I started running out of the common room with half of Gryffindor house on my tail. I thought that the Death Eaters had gotten you, Harry.\"

Ron\'s eyes were wide with remembered fear. Hermione patted his shoulder lightly and continued for him.

\"By the time we there Professor McGonagall was yelling at people to go back to their common rooms, that it was just an accident. Then that great cow Pansy Parkinson started screaming that Malfoy was in there and Lavender joined in saying you were too. Then all the Gryffindors and Slytherins started yelling and blaming each other. God, Harry, it was so horrible everyone was screaming and we didn\'t know whether you were even alive or not.\"

Hermione leaned against Ron her brown eyes glittering with unshed tears. Ron gripped her hand comfortingly and she continued once again.

\"Dumbledore yelled at everyone to be quiet and it was like he did a silencing charm because they just stopped yelling. He told everyone to go to their common rooms until things could be cleaned up and they knew what caused the explosion.\"

\"Mione and I stayed, I mean, we weren\'t going to leave until we knew where you were and if you were ok, you know.\"

Harry gave Ron a grateful smile.

\"Neville stayed, too and so did Ginny and Luna. Professor McGonagall didn\'t even bother to tell us to leave, she just pointed us over to some debris to clean up and Snape glared at us but didn\'t say anything. Was sort of odd, I kept waiting for him to blame you or say something rotten but he didn\'t.\"

\"Professor Snape,\" Hermione stressed the title giving Ron a little smile. \"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Dumbledore were all levitating the debris away from the side so they could find you. Madame Pomfrey was off to the side fixing Professor Sprouts cuts while she waited for you to be uncovered. It only took about fifteen minutes for them to find you but it was the longest of my life. They saw Malfoy first because he was . . .\"

Hermione hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her grey skirt.

\"What, Hermione?\"

Ron made his discomforted face and looked at the floor when he spoke, then back up at Harry, then the floor again. \"Harry, when they found you both you were kinda . . . You were . . . What I mean to say is, You . . .\"

Hermione\'s cheeks flushed pink. \"You were both naked, Harry and Malfoy was on top of you.\"

Harry frowned as flashes of Malfoy straddling him and punching him went through his head.

\"I know.\" They both gave him an odd look. \"I mean he came in while I was in the showers and punched me. So I know I was naked but he still had his uniform pants on.\"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other then Ron looked away an angry frown on his face.

\"No, Harry,\" She paused, her voice carefully expressionless. \"You were both naked, Malfoy wasn\'t wearing his pants, they were . . . they were around his knees.\"

\"But why would-\"

He stopped, a dark thought worming it\'s way through his head.\'It couldn\'t be what I think, could it? Damn it why can\'t I remember!\' He ran both hands over his face and up into his hair then sighed quietly. He looked at his friends again.

\"Hermione, do you know anything about some magic causes a surge thing, that\'s hereditary? Antique gentle something?\"

\"Antiquus Gentilis Magicus? It\'s a very old magic that bonds old wizarding families together. It goes back to the times of Merlin it was used to strengthen the ties our people had to one another. Is that what Dumbledore said caused the explosion?\"

Hermione\'s eye lit up as she had what Harry liked to call one of her lightbulb moments. He nodded.

\"He said Malfoy\'s surge caused mine and that\'s what caused the explosion.\"

Hermione frowned. \"Harry, do you know if any of Malfoy\'s blood got in any of your cuts or your mouth? And if your blood did the same to him?\"

Harry thought hard trying to remember. \"I\'m not sure, Hermione, we were both bleeding from our noses so it\'s possible.

She looked him in the eye, her face serious and slightly worried. \"If you shared blood with him or . . .\" she swallowed hard her cheeks going red. \"Or anything else, then you and Malfoy could be bonded to one another.\"

Harry just stared at her, his face every bit as shocked as Ron\'s.

\"Bonded? Dumbledore didn\'t tell me that! He just said our combined magical surges caused the explosion! How could I be bonded to that . . . to someone who ra-\" He took a deep breath, not wanting to say the ugly thought outloud for he chance that it might come real. \"How could I be bonded to him, to Malfoy? I hate him!\"

She just stared at him sadly. \"I-I don\'t know, Harry, I\'ll have to research the Gentilis more.\"

\"I\'ll kill him!\"

Harry\'s gaze snapped to Ron\'s face which had become a mask of dark rage. His words been a hushed angry growl that was quite unusual for the normally loud redhead. Hermione was now staring at Ron, her face a picture of dismay.

\"Ron!\"

\"I will, Hermione! You heard what Harry said! What he did! I\'m going to bloody kill that sick little bastard if it\'s the last thing I do!\"

\"Ron.\"

He glared at her standing up to his full height. \"No, Hermione, I\'m not going to hush or back down this time! He deserves it!\"

\"Ron, I just meant to say that if Harry IS bonded to Malfoy then killing him could kill Harry! Wait until we know more and then if they aren\'t bonded then you can kill him and I\'ll help you do it!\"

Ron sat back down grumpily his arms crossed. Harry stared at his vengeful friends trying not to let anything he was feeling show on his face. The large swelling burn of anger mixed with the hollow prickling unease and this faint yearning to be somewhere else, with someONE else. He didn\'t wanna be feeling it because it would mean that what Hermione said was true, that he was bonded with Malfoy.

\"While I appreciate your loyalty, I am quite capable of taking care of him on my own, thanks.\" He shifted down into the blankets and then rolled on his side when they got up. \"I\'m feeling pretty tired, I\'ll talk to you both tomorrow.\"

\"Harry . . .\"

Harry settled deeper into the blankets at the sound of Ron\'s voice. \"Tomorrow, Ron.\"

He stared at the privacy curtain a long time after they left, a hot trail of tears slipping into the pillow. \'What the hell is wrong with me? What happened in that damned locker room, he couldn\'t have raped me, could he? Why do I feel so hollow and disconnected?\' His heavy eyelids slid closed and he fell into his second uneasy sleep of the day.

The dream started with him back in the showers and he was seeing it all in a skipping strobe like fashion. He was in the shower, the water flowing over him and then Malfoy was there and they were fighting. Fists flew back and forth as they struggled for dominance but then something changed. The way the Slytherin was moving on him was different. It was no longer angry punches and clawing hands, it was rolling hips and heated flesh. It was good, all hot tingling fullness and then there was a sharp searing pain in his middle. It hurt, hurt so bad, burning him from the inside out. The burn throbbed in him, pulsed with the erratic beat of his heart. \"Be still.\" It filled every part of him and then surged upwards suddenly lashing into the thrusting body above him. Then it came back in a fiery rush but different, all sharp pain and melting pleasure. Malfoy, no, no, not Malfoy. DRACO. Draco was hurting him, hurting him and it felt good, so good. He was driving into him, faster and deeper but then somehow the pain sharpened and grew, ripping at his insides. The scream flared outwards, the sound growing larger, filling the room to bursting as eyes like burning stars stared into his and changed. The star bright burn darkened to a bloody scarlet, full of arrogance and hatred, the facial structure following, growing older, colder, more serpant like.

Voldemort.

\"Nooo!\"


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Draco jerked awake, flailing upright, with his and Harry\'s twin screams echoing in his ears. \'Oh, now that was bloody disturbing! Dream sharing. That wasn\'t in the damn books!\' He laid back down and pulled the covers over his head as the clacks of Madame Pomfrey\'s shoes paused outside his side of the privacy screens. He let out a sigh of relief as she moved on to Potter. He listened to their soft murmurs, that little part of him singing at the sound of his bondmates voice.

\'Damn you, Potter! You and your dumb Gryffindor brain having to complicate things. How could he think that I\'d . . .
Oh, look at you, son of a Death Eater, Big Bad Slytherin and even thinking that one little word in regard to Scarhead turns your stomach. Such a big man you are.
Shut up! It\'s cause of the damn bond, that\'s all! I feel his anxiety and despair.
Riiiight and you never had any sort of crush on him then, never thought of how his bum looked in his Quidditch pants?
Nope.
You never once thought of how badly you\'d like to have thrown him down and shagged him until he couldn\'t walk?
Nope, never, hate him with all the fires of that muggle hell place.
Then why in the name of Merlin are you thinking of it now?!\'

Draco flopped onto his back with a grunt of disgust. \'Stupid fucking bond! Bloody fucking wanker, thinking I\'d raped him. Like I needed to do that with him sticking his tongue down my throat, if anyone\'s been raped it\'s me! Oh, fucking hell I wish he\'d stop sniffling!\' Draco made a soft sound of pain in his throat. the anguish coming off of his hospital mate was making his stomach churn and his head ache. That little voice inside that belonged to the bond was practically screaming with the need to comfort his mate. \'In a lil bit, \' he thought trying to pacify the ache. \'Wait\'ll the sleep potion kicks in and then I\'ll go touch him like I did in St.Mungos, like I did last night. He\'ll sleep better, I\'ll sleep better.\'

He waited as long as he could his head aching more as every minute passed. He slipped out of the scratchy sheets and made his way around the screens. Thankfully he was asleep, laying on his side, curled up into a ball. He looked down at him, creeping closer until he was standing next to the bed. His lips tilted up as he looked him over, taking in the black hair spread across the pillow, it had grown longer and messier over the past year and the bruises that were fading quite well. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers over Harry\'s cheek then traced the shape of his ear.

He suddenly found himself staring down into extremely angry green eyes that looked like chips of obsidian in the dark of the hospital wing and then the next thing he knew he was knocked back onto his ass.

\"Don\'t fucking touch me, you sick fucking bastard!\"

Draco stared up at the irate brunette his shock quickly melting into anger at what he considered unjustified hostility. He felt his old hatred sharpen his tongue.

\"Hmph, that wasn\'t what you said last time, Potter. I believe it was I want you to fuck me, Draco.\" He glared at him, his mouth twisting into a sneer. \"How quickly you turn on those who\'ve saved your bloody life!\"

Harry looked at him his nostrils flaring as his anger grew. \"Saved me? Saved me! You raped me! And forced me to bond with you!\"

Draco growled as he got to his feet. \"I did not force ANYTHING on you! You know you should get your damn memory checked because it was YOUR poof ass that kissed me and YOUR bloody magic that chose sex as it\'s outlet not MINE! You are the one who asked for my cock in your ass, so don\'t go crying rape just because you don\'t like the consequences!\"

Harry saw red and let out a cry of rage as he launched himself at Malfoy and punched him in the jaw as hard as he could. Pain blossomed in his face as Draco was knocked backwards, crashing to the floor with the privacy screen.

Draco pushed to his feet, licking the blood from his bottom lip. He then rushed forwards and punched Harry back, hitting him in the same spot he\'d been hit in, hoping to minimize the pain from the backlash. He put one knee on the bed and grabbed the front of the cursing Gryffindor\'s pajamas, bringing their faces close together.

\"Hurts don\'t it? It\'s the bond, I hurt, then you hurt.\" He looked Harry in the eye, his insides reeling from the sickening rage coming from his bondmate. \"Just admit you\'re the poof here, Potter, admit you liked feeling me thrusting in and out of your ass. Just admit it and you\'ll feel better!\"

Draco went completely still as the hard wooden tip of Harry\'s wand was pushed under his chin. he stared into Harry\'s eyes and for the first time since before the explosion felt fear spiral out from his belly. He let go of his pajamas and backed up as the hard shove directed.

\"Don\'t you ever, and I mean, EVER fucking touch me again or so help me I WILL kill you and I don\'t even care what it does to me so long as you\'re a corpse.\"

\"Fifty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for fighting in my hospital wing! It will be fifty more and a month of detentions with Filch if you do not lower that wand Mr.Potter!\"

Harry lowered his wand but didn\'t take his eyes off Draco. \"Stay AWAY from me, Malfoy, I meant it.\"

Draco inclined his head. \"Oh, no problem there, Potter.\"

Madame Pomfrey looked at them both her face pinched with anger, disapproval, and quite a bit of disgust.\"What is the meaning of this? What on earth caused you to fight, in my HOSPITAL WING of all places, in the middle of the night!\"

Harry just stared at Malfoy who raised a brow at him.

\"It was nothing, Madame Pomfrey, just a little argument.\" Harry looked at her as he spoke, not sounding the slightest bit apologetic. \"It won\'t happen again.\"

She huffed, looking them both over. \"You just bet it won\'t! You are going to your dormrooms, now. I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS BEHAVIOR IN MY HOSPITAL WING!\"

Draco stared at her his mouth agape. \"But it\'s the middle of the night! I\'m in my pajamas for Merlin\'s sake, I can\'t go now!\"

\"You can and you will! You should have thought of that before you decided to have an \"argument\" at this hour!\"

Harry let out a malicious snicker at Draco\'s angry expression. Madame Pomfrey glared at him.

\"I don\'t know what you are laughing at Mr.Potter, you will be going too.\"

\"But, Madame Pomfrey-\"

\"Two weeks detention for the both of you for daring to argue! Now get out of my hospital wing! NOW!\"

Draco was the first to make it out of the door, moving at full speed to the dungeons, hoping Professor Snape wasn\'t having one of his bouts of insomnia. Harry wasn\'t that far behind, telling himself that he wasn\'t at all chicken for running from the Hogwarts nurse. Everyone with half a brain knew Madame Pomfrey was scary! If she took over the world he was quite sure the world would take it\'s medicine and bloody surrender!*


~~~TBC

*is from a fic by beren i think, gold tinted spectacles. if i am wrong i\'m really really sorry just tell me and i\'ll give credit!

Don\'t like this so much but oh well, huh? Okay ppl one more chappie down, no clue how many to go. Mucho thankies to Priss368 who reviewed twice and reminds me of lil stuff i put in that i need to add to at some point lol. and thanks to DiabloAngel, Reyn, Dreamers, Monkey, and Woof!, hope you all like this chapter! *huggles* Review all and i\'ll give more chapters and lots more huggles of course!