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He hovered above
the sea of green hills on his Firebolt; Hogwarts - standing tall and strong
beside the shivering moonlit lake � made up his backdrop. The Forbidden
Forest was being teased into waves
of movement by breezes that gently tugged at Harry�s Quidditch robes as
well. He closed his eyes for a moment,
but didn�t find the strength to open them again.

It wasn�t
fair. It was a humiliating twist of
fate. It� it was a disaster of the
highest degree. He�d have preferred
Voldemort coming back from the dead for another round with him. He wanted to scream and hex everything in
sight.

His breath escaped
his chest and he kept his lungs empty until they painfully shrieked for
air. He sucked in a quick gulp of the
leaf-flavored wind, angled his broom into a gentle slide towards the ground,
released his hold of the stick and leaned back as the plunge built up speed.

Maybe if he just
didn�t stop falling� maybe if he forgot to open his eyes and gracefully slip
away from gory ruin a couple inches from the rapidly approaching earth� maybe
then things would be more bearable. How
bad could death be, really?

But
no. Oh, no. The enchantment bloody Ginny had cursed him
with would see to his long and healthy life.

He snapped his
eyes open and shattered the silence of the night with a whoosh of wind, shooting straight back into the air and going until
he was cold, wet, struggling for breath, and blissfully distanced from his
abnormal and uncomfortable self-pity.

I can do it.

The confidence
that only Quidditch awarded him was rising in his blood now.

I can spend the rest of my life in that git�s presence.
It�ll be hell, but I�ll make it doubly painful for him.

Because
Harry Potter didn�t go down without a fight. The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-Voldemort was
known for it. Battles were his
forte. His smirk was painful to keep
mostly because it denied his stinging, unshed tears.

He�d be damned if
he was going to speak to Ginny again.

The silver,
snake-shaped ring on his left ring-finger was warm against his chilled skin, the
tiny emerald eyes glowing fiercely for a moment. Harry frowned at it, looking back at the
castle.

�I�m not done
yet,� he told the faraway Malfoy flippantly.
�See how long it takes before you figure that out, husband o� mine.�

Draco twisted the
serpent ring around his finger, annoyance striking his features when the small
black silhouette of a boy riding a broomstick did not immediately come down
from the sky and hurry to the summons.

Obedience, he thought sourly, is most definitely not his strong suit�

No matter. They had a lifetime to make it so.

That thought was
just as sour as the previous one.

A
lifetime. With Harry bloody
Potter.

He stopped
twisting the ring and got up from the window seat, surveying his new rooms with
determined concentration.

One good thing from all this, he
reflected with a grin, much bigger
accommodations.

He flopped down on
the very large bed of scarlet and gold sheets, closing his eyes rather than
looking at the blatant Gryffindor d�cor.
The day had been trial after trial, ending with a ceremony that had both
he and Potter pale as ghosts.

His brow creased
elegantly as he sought to drift away from the day�s events, but memories would
not leave him be.
Sighing, he gave in to the flow of remembrance.

After Potter had
discovered what Ginny Weasley had done - or tried to do - he�d gotten so quiet
for so long that Draco had been on the verge of shaking him out of it before he
finally spoke.

�So, I guess this
means�� the dark boy trailed off and studied his tattered jeans, which he�d
tugged on some time before.

Draco nodded and
finished the sentence.

�We�re going to be
seeing a lot of each other.�

Potter winced,
rubbing his scar unconsciously. Draco
followed the movement curiously.

�You want to take
the library first?�

Draco blinked.

�What?�

�The
library. For research on how
we�re getting out of this. I�ve got to
see if Hermione knows anything about the charm.
Maybe Dumbledore could help,� Potter was acting awfully calm for someone
who�d obviously lost their mind.

�Potter. We don�t need to research,� Draco tilted his
head and gave the other boy a strange look.
Potter looked up at him with startled hope.

�Yeah? You know a counter charm? Brilliant!� he pulled his wand out of his
pocket and beamed at Draco for the first time� ever. �Do I need to do anything?�

�You need to put
your wand down,� Draco said immediately.
Potter did so without hesitation, looking at the blond boy
expectantly. �And then you need to enter
your self into St. Mungo�s mad-as-a-hatter ward. A counter charm? You�re barmy!�

Draco leaned back
against the post of his bed, running his hand through his hair and reminding
himself to take deep breaths.

�What do you
mean?� the frown was audible and Draco instantly strangled the thought that it
was cute as well.

�I mean,� he dropped his hand and looked at
the other boy hard, �that Saecular doesn�t have a
counter. It doesn�t have a cure. We�re stuck together for the rest of
eternity, so get used to it.�

What followed
certainly hadn�t been pleasant. A
shouting match had arisen, in which Potter blamed Draco for just about
everything bad that happened in his life up to and including that moment.

Draco had
countered with a few choice insults, justly insisting that any blame be laid
upon the red-haired chit and her obsession with the Boy-Who-Lived. If Draco had to be held responsible for something,
it was only a kiss and some well-deserved, entirely unavoidable fun afterwards.

It wasn�t his fault that Potter turned out to be a
prude and a Gryffindor to boot.

That hadn�t gone
so well with the other boy. Potter had
stormed out, slamming the door shut.
Draco could hear him flinging hexes at random objects down the corridors
� and the shocked name-calling from said objects � until he�d gone out of
earshot.

Draco ruefully
smiled as he gathered up his clothes and shrugged into his robes.

At least eternity
wouldn�t be boring.

That thought
wasn�t enough to keep him smiling through the rest of the day. Potter had done just what he said he�d
do. He went to Granger and Dumbledore. Draco had been in the middle of a fire-chat
with his mother � assuring her that he was alright after last night�s abrupt
departure � when another head had popped into his fireplace.

Dumbledore apologized
to Narcissa profusely and then went on to completely
ignore her while he �requested� Draco�s presence in his office immediately.

So Draco found
himself standing in the old fool�s room while Potter sat in a chair in the
corner, decidedly depressed. Granger and
Weasley stood by him, glaring fully at Draco�s sneer. Dumbledore insisted on clearing up �the
matter� by explaining wholly just what the matter was.

�So, young Miss
Weasley preformed the Saecular charm on�� he trailed
off, obviously hoping one of them would be interested in reliving the account. Potter made a miserable attempt at it.

�Me.�

�I see. And Mr. Malfoy here came along just in the
nick of time. Well done!�

Draco stared at
the loony Headmaster, sputtering indignantly.
He didn�t form a protest in time though, before the old man continued.

�I am sure you are
aware of the effects of the enchantment, yes?� Draco nodded shortly, but Potter
did not.

�Only the obvious
ones,� he said, glancing at the mudblood. �Hermione said there were some� uh� things
about the charm I should be aware of. But
she didn�t really tell me what.�

Granger blushed,
and so � to Draco�s surprise � did Dumbledore.

�Ah. That.
Yes, you should be aware of that,� but he didn�t continue. Draco rolled his eyes and scuffed audibly.

�For Merlin�s
sake,� he crossed his arms over his chest and looked sideways at Potter. �There�s physical and legal side effects,
along with mental. We won�t be able to
desire other people, nor will we be able to marry anyone else. Laws of the Ministry, you understand,� he
half-snarled. �The more discord we have
between us, the more the charm makes us want each other. And it�s called the Forever and a Day spell
because that�s what it is. It�s an
eternity of being with someone.�

He finished and
took a mock-interest in the listening portraits on the wall.

�You mean�� Potter
began, �you mean we�ll want to be around each other? Well, that can be ignored, right? We just won�t fight about anything, and we
can go our separate ways.�

Dumbledore sighed
and shook his head.

�I am afraid it
does not work that way, my boy,� he steepled his
fingers and surveyed them both without the twinkle in his blue gaze. �The charm forms a lasting bond between two
people. It was used many years ago in
political marriages and the like, but is now only put to use in the marriage
ceremonies of pure blooded wizards. A
sort of contract, if you will, to make sure neither of the party strays. It is a guarantee of the heir being a pure
blood with the added bonus of making sure the parents are nothing less than
fond of each other. Wouldn�t want one to
strangle the other in their sleep, now would we?�

Harry�s confused
look was undeniably attractive, so Draco concentrated harder upon the
portraits.

�Well, it�s not
like we�re getting married,� Potter said, leaning forward in his seat and
looking at Dumbledore imploringly, �Right?�

Dumbledore coughed
meaningfully and Draco sighed.

�Laws, Potter,
remember? I�m sure Granger here can fill
you in on the details, but the short of it is that we�re pretty much married
already. We�re just missing the rings.�

Potter gave a
startled look to the mudblood, who bit her lip and
met his gaze apologetically.

�What?! Let me get this straight,� he was half
hysterical as all eyes went to him. �I�m
not only going to start wanting to be
around Malfoy, I�m going to be married to
him?!�

�Remember our
little tussle a while ago?� Draco drawled.
�Whenever we fight any more than what the charm thinks is healthy, our
link gets stronger. We pass out, and
when we come to, the only thing that�ll make that white fuzz-pain go away�,� he
looked pointedly at Potter, knowing that the other boy felt the stirrings of it
even as he did, �is physical contact and some sort of peace between us.�

�You�re awfully
bloody calm about this, Malfoy!� the Weasel finally spoke up. �The bond goes two ways, remember? You�re as stuck with Harry as he is with
you.�

The two �friends�
of Potter didn�t see him flinch. Didn�t
see his head bow very slightly to the words.
Draco�s temper flared wildly.

�I�ve just
accepted the undeniable, Weasel,� he shot back.
�Potter will too, in time.�

He turned his
attention back to Dumbledore.

�If this is over
with, I�ve got to contact my mother about the... happy occasion.�

The Headmaster
nodded slightly.

�Tell her it will
be held tonight. A private affair, if
she doesn�t mind,� the look Dumbledore gave him said that it didn�t matter if
she did. �She may attend if she wishes.�

Draco turned on
his heel then paused at the door. The
white pain was beginning to dig into him.
He sent a look to Potter, who seemed to be suffering from a very large
headache.

Striding over and
ignoring the threatening looks Mudblood and Weasel
were sending him, he grabbed a hold of Potter�s wrist and tugged him out of his
chair.

�My mother will
want to meet you,� he explained shortly, dragging the other boy behind him as
he left. The protests of his friends
were cut off by Dumbledore, but Draco didn�t wait around to see their
chastisement.

They were halfway
back to his rooms when Potter finally gathered his wits.

�What are we going
to do?� he asked, pulling his arm free and walking a little behind Draco. The blond lad sent him a look over his
shoulder.

�We�re going to
talk to my mother,� that earned him an annoyed glance.

�No. What are we going to do about� about this
whole enchantment thing?�

�You know, being
melodramatic doesn�t suit you. We�re
simply going to live through it. Or do
you have a better plan?�

He shouldn�t have
said that. Potter�s footsteps stopped
behind him, so he turned and frowned at the raven-locked boy.

�At least I�m not
giving up! At least I�m trying!� he looked so angry that Draco
wanted to kiss him.

Actually, Draco
wanted to do a whole lot more to him than kissing, but he felt that they needed
to work a few things out first.

Merlin!
His prudishness is rubbing off on me!

�That�s the thing with you Gryffindors. Surviving isn�t giving up, Potter. And there are something�s you really don�t need to fight. It�s only going to make it worse on us if you
insist on being stubborn about this.�

If Harry were a
dog his hackles would be raised and his snarl would be quite visible.

�Worse
how, Malfoy? You say this charm
is supposed to make us want each other, but the only thing I want right now is
to hex your bloody head off!�

Draco smirked.

He took two steps
forward.

He leaned into the
darker boy�s space until Potter was forced to back off a little, straight into
the corridor wall.

Images of the
previous night danced like flames in Draco�s mind, licking hotly at his already
burning lust. His smirk had a wicked
tilt. He continued to lean forward until
Potter�s face was forced to turn aside or risk being kissed. Draco went for the pale expanse of flesh on
the lusciously exposed throat.

A beautiful moan
purred beneath his lips while he worked his tongue and teeth along the rapid
pulse.

�You�re sure,
Harry?� he murmured against his quarry, moving forward until his body pinned
the other still. His hands came up to
entwine in the green-eyed boy�s hair, gently persuading that striking face
towards him. The green eyes had glazed
and fogged behind their glasses. �You�re
sure that�s all you want to do to me?�

A weak,
unintelligible babble was his answer before he cut it off with a very hot and
dreadfully needy kiss.

The white fuzz
that threatened them both rose quickly to the surface, but pain was no longer a
part of it, nor was there any numbness.
Instead, it worked to block out the world around them and enhance their
senses to nearly unbearable degrees.
Draco pulled back a minute inch, stranded in his unreasonable lust and
needing to find some sort of center.

His panting
breaths drew in Harry�s fragrance until he went mad with the smell of pine and
chocolate. His eyes couldn�t get enough
of his lover�s features, his delicately stubborn chin, his
finely arched eyebrows, his kiss-bruised and cherry-bright lips. Draco was quickly melting away any semblance
of control just by being so close to the other boy. His heart thumped frantically in his chest
but not a drop of blood made it to his mind.

�You�re mine,� he
choked, because his voice refused to do anything other than moan and shiver
like the rest of him. �You hear me,
Harry? Damn it, that stupid Weasley bird
can�t have you!�

If his dark lover
could understand him, Draco was sure he would�ve put up some sort of
fight. But Harry was having a hell of a
time just breathing properly and focusing his eyes. When Draco skated
his well-kept fingernails under Harry�s shirt and over one peaked nipple, there
was nothing but cries and short, stabbing pleas coming from that pert mouth.

But Draco�s raging
ache took a backseat to his sudden flare of possessiveness. He forced Harry�s face to meet his, clasping
the soft ebony tendrils of hair and gasping at the feel of silken tresses on
his flesh.

�Before
the spell, Harry. Before it, you
belonged to me,� he dipped in and murmured the rest against those noiselessly
moving lips. �You�ll wear my ring � ngh-�

He was cut
off. The seductive little minx had
curved his back into a fluid, undulating �S�, ending with a sharp and strong
thrust of their hips together. Draco�s
entire body screamed with a vicious hunger.
He thrust right back and took that whimpering mouth with passion enough
to injure.

He didn�t
though. Harry was the toughest person he
knew, and a bruising kiss wouldn�t so much as faze the Boy-Who-Lived.

But Malfoy was
wrong. That kiss belonged to Harry�s
list of life-altering moments � which was dominated mostly by Voldemort�s
presence.

As breathtaking as
the kiss was, that single name was enough to end it.

Harry broke away
violently, sliding out from the small space between the wall and Malfoy he�d
occupied a moment before.

He held one hand
to his chest while the other held his wand steadily at Malfoy.

�The charm makes
me yours,� he gasped, watching those dangerous gray eyes cloud over. �Not a bloody thing else,
Malfoy! Understand that!�

How dare Malfoy claim anything other than
that! How dare that arrogant bastard try to seduce him with kisses! And how dare Harry let him�

Voldemort. He�d be a Death Eater now if
Voldemort wasn�t gone. He�s still an
evil little git.

His desire cooled
as he sought the nothing-scape Occlumency had given
him and the ire that Voldemort always stirred in his chest.

As long as Malfoy
was connected in some way to his deceased enemy, Harry would be able to stave
off any sensual attacks. He had to be
able.

He prayed
desperately for a miracle.

The wedding had
been a few breaths short of complete disaster, but Draco managed to pull the
thing off rather nicely considering that not one soul at the ceremony wouldn�t
have rather been somewhere else, except, perhaps, that loony old codger
Dumbledore.

In any case, an
exchange of rings had been the climax of everything and the marriage had
sputtered into a rather silent finish.
The spell his mother had placed on the rings enabled the expensive
jewelry to �commune� with each other instantaneously. If one party wished the summon
other party, they simply had to twist the ring around the finger a couple of
turns. She�d smiled wanly and winked
when he asked if that was all the rings were spelled to do.

Footsteps coming
up the tower stairs toward the hatch in the floor that served as their door
snapped him from his memories.

A soaking,
shaking, pale Harry Potter shimmied up through the entryway with one arm full
of his Firebolt. Draco watched with his
main interest in how nicely Quidditch robes stuck to a wiggling backside.

Potter glared at
him and shut the door, uncaring of the loud �bang� it caused.

�What is it?� the
wet boy snapped, gesturing with his ringed left hand. Draco managed to compose a smirk.

�It�s time for
bed, Potter.�

AN
: Whew� well, for your guess this time around� just where do you think
Harry and Draco are staying now that they�re happily married? *grins*
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