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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 4

Harry sat on the couch in the common room staring over towards the empty fire place. His mind racing with what Ron had said to him. Still not really able to wrap his mind around the fact that Ron believed Harry had killed someone, well that part wasn't so unbelievable, since Harry had killed people before. It was something he didn't like thinking about. But he didn't kill Cedric. He had to ignore the voice in the back of his mind that told him that he did kill Cedric, if Cedric hadn't been in the graveyard with him then he would still be alive today. Harry knew that, he still had nightmares about it.

Draco sat in a chair glaring at the door, clearly unhappy with the fact that Blaise sent him back here with Potter. He refused to look at Harry right now, because every time he did he could feel the bond pulling him towards the other boy. Telling him that there was something wrong. Draco stubbornly sat where he was though, telling himself that Harry wouldn't want Draco near him right now.

It was nearly twenty minutes before the door opened, Blaise came in first followed by Dumbledore, and Professor Snape. Draco stood up going over to meet Blaise when he caught site of someone trailing in after Professor Snape. “What are you doing here?” Draco snapped glaring at the bushy haired girl who glared right back at him.

“I was worried about Harry.” Hermione said then proceeded to ignore him. Blaise wrapped his arms around Draco's waist stopping him from making any comments back right now. He watched Hermione walk over to the couch, Harry didn't look at her. Didn't even seem to register that other people had come into the room.

“Harry?” Dumbledore had come around to stand in front of Harry catching his attention. He handed Harry his glasses. “I believe these may help.” He smiled as Harry took the glasses, making no comment on the trembling hands that took them and slid them on. Blinking a few times as his eyes re-adjusted Harry looked up at Dumbledore, glancing towards Snape, then Hermione who gave him a small smile. He returned it like he had in class then looked back at Dumbledore.

“I'm sorry sir.” Harry said.

“My dear boy, why are you sorry?” Dumbledore asked.

“For causing more trouble. I am trying to keep my magic under control, it's just...it's never been this hard before.” Harry explained turning his attention back to the fire place.

“Harry, there isn't much we can do about that right now. You're just going to have to rely on Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy to help with your magic until it is more stable. I believe some of the blame for this should also fall on me, I hadn't realized your magic was this wild. I think it might be best if we kept you out of classes for a while.” Dumbledore watched as Harry seemed to sink further into the couch. “I will be setting up lessons with you privately so you don't fall behind. In a few weeks we will see if your magic has stabilized enough for you to return to classes.” He explained, it made him feel bad for cutting Harry off from everyone in school like this.

“Sir...How are Ron, Dean and Seamus?” Harry asked. Dumbledore sighed, the topic he had hoped to avoid for a while.

“They will be alright in a day or two. Poppy took care of their injuries. I really should be asking what happened, but I think you should get some more rest. Ms. Granger, is also here to see you. And I would suggest you let Professor Snape run a quick scan so that we can see what is going on with your magic.” Dumbledore looked over at Snape who had kept quiet this whole time just watching the boy on the couch. Harry didn't say anything, and didn't move.

“You will have to take this boy.” Snape said, Harry looked up at him then looked at the potion he was being handed. Letting out a small sigh he uncurled himself from the couch and took the potion looking at it. “Just drink it, it will make your magical signature visible for a short while.” Snape explained.

“Do we have to do this now?” Harry asked looking at Dumbledore. He really was tired after the outburst with Ron, and he felt like he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a while.

“Yes Harry, I believe it is best if we do this now.” Dumbledore smiled at him. Letting out another small sigh Harry opened the bottle and drank it shuddering from the taste. If he just did as he was told for a little while then maybe he could go curl up in bed for the rest of the day. The effect of the potion took a moment to start working. But a small gasp from Hermione had him looking over at her. She however was not looking at him but somewhere behind him. Turning slightly in his seat he looked over the couch blinking when he saw both Draco and Blaise wrapped up in a strange gold light, following the trail of light he saw that it lead right to him. Upon inspecting his hands he saw that he too was wrapped in the gold light, though it seemed to be brighter around him.

“...this is what my magic looks like?” Harry asked inspecting his hands and arms more.

“Yes, it's calm right now.” Snape said as he took a step closer to Harry taking out his wand, Harry's magic seemed to flare up around him going off in different directions for a moment, though nothing happened. Snape smirked at him. “Worried I'm going to do something to you?”

“No, I’m just not fond of having a wand pointed at me when I can't point my own back.' Harry said simply.

“I am going to scan your magical levels. This will give us a read out of what affect your depleted magic is having on your body.” Snape waved his wand taking out a peace of parchment and watching as the scan appeared on the parchment. Snape looked it over making a copy of it before putting it in his pocket. “I will send this copy to Madame Pomfrey.” Snape said looking over at Dumbledore.

“Very well Severus, thank you. Before you go.” Dumbledore looked at Harry. “Harry, Professor Snape has agreed to give you private lessons. It will be a summary of Potions until you are able to return to normal classes, you will attend these lessons twice a week between his other classes. I will also be setting up similar classes like this with all your other teachers. Ms. Granger, I believe you will be willing to help Harry stay caught up as well?” Dumbledore asked his eyes twinkling slightly.

“Yes sir.” She said quickly. Dumbledore nodded his approval.

“Sir…what happens if my magic… what if I can't get control of it?” Harry asked.

“That is something we will deal with if it becomes a problem Harry. But there has never been a wizard that hasn't learnt how to control his magic.” He smiled. “Now get some rest my boy.” He put his hand on Harry's head as he passed. Snape followed him out pausing to briefly talk to Draco at the door then left with the headmaster.

“Well? Aren't you leaving too mudblood?” Draco asked standing there with the door open waiting for Hermione to leave as well. But she didn't even look in Draco's direction, instead she moved closer to Harry.

“Harry?” She asked softly. Harry looked up at her with a blank stare. It was a look Hermione had seen many times, and a look she hated seeing on him. Hermione being the kind of girl she was loved to study, not just books. But she studied people as well. She had gotten quite good at it, though with Harry he was always a puzzle to her. And then she had found out why. Why he sometimes got that blank stare. It was because he truly didn't know how to react. How he should react. She sat down on the couch and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry letting him rest his head on her shoulder. She could feel him shaking. Pulling out her wand she shot flames into the fire place and just held Harry.

Draco slammed the door shut when Hermione ignored him. He watched her with Harry before looking over at Blaise to see what his reaction was to all of this. Blaise didn't look happy to have Hermione in here either, but he seemed inclined to just let it slide for now.

“There's something wrong with him Draco.” Blaise whispered.

“You say that like I actually care.” Draco snapped a little louder than he had meant to, but decided that he didn't care about that either. “He gets too much attention as it is. I will not have him inviting his little 'fan club' in here.” Movement on the couch caught his attention, he turned back to Hermione who was guiding Harry to his feet.

“Where is your room Harry?” She asked softly. Harry pointed towards the hall. Hermione started guiding him in that direction.

“Where in Merlin's name do you think you're going?” Draco snapped his hand gripping his wand. Hermione turned to face him.

“If you're going to stand there and start talking shit about Harry, then we're going to at least go to his room where he doesn't have to listen to you.” Hermione's hand was on her own wand. Sensing if he didn't do something soon then there would be a bigger fight Harry stepped in front of Hermione, his back towards Draco.

“Please Hermione...it’s okay.” Harry said. “Just, let me talk to them for a minute.” Hermione looked at him. “This is their room too. It's not really fair that you're here and we haven't even talked about if it would be alright for friends to come into our rooms like this.” Harry explained.

“I really don't care.” Blaise said. “I do however agree with Draco that I don't want you bringing your whole fan club in here Potter.” Harry turned looking at them with the same blank look he had given Hermione a few moments ago.

“Hermione is the only one who's going to be coming in here...if she still wants to after I talk to her.” Harry looked down slightly as he said this. “You won't even know if I have anyone over, we'll stay in my room.” Harry felt Hermione put a hand on his arm.

“Just, leave us alone and we'll leave you alone.” Hermione finished, not giving Blaise or Draco any time to reply before she pulled Harry down the hall and into the room he pointed out as his own. Closing the door she put up a locking, and silencing charms before turning to Harry. He watched her silently bracing himself for what he knew she was going to do. She pulled him into a tight hug. He was hesitant to respond to it but he eventually did. His whole body shook, though he didn't cry. He never did. He had learnt very early in life that it was pointless to cry. He was stronger than some people ever gave him credit for, he took everything thrown at him, from his home life, to the wizarding world changing their opinion of him every time there was a new Daily Prophet in print. He could even deal with Ron's sudden change of heart. It hurt, but he kept it to himself like he always did. However, he was gladder then he could even say that Hermione was still there for him. Because she had been like a sister to him since second year.

“Harry, you need to tell me what's going on.” Hermione said after a few minutes of just hugging him. She felt him nod against her shoulder before pulling back to go sit on his bed, he watched the floor as he spoke telling her everything that had been happening. He told her about the bond he now had with Blaise and Draco, told her about his magic and that it was apparently unstable.

With some good guesses and yes and no questions Hermione got the story out of him of what happened with Ron. Though he didn't go into details about what Ron had said. Telling Hermione that Ron believed the rumors that were going around was enough to know where Ron now stood. And like always, whatever Harry told her here in the silent safe area they had, stayed there. Hermione was not allowed to tell any teacher, or allowed to confront Ron about what had happened. It had been the deal Harry had made with her. She would be the first one he would talk to about things that were bothering him, or if things with the Dursley's ever went too far he would go to her before Ron, or even Sirius. But in return for him trusting her, she was not allowed to tell anyone about anything unless it was life threatening.

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Draco was ready to go after Hermione and Harry and force her to leave. If Harry wanted to play with his little friends he wouldn't do it here. Blaise however stopped him.

“Just let them be for now.” Blaise looked and sounded very serious, though Draco was still very unhappy about it he turned and sat down on the couch that Harry had vacated.

“So I guess we're skipping out on classes again today?” Draco looked at Blaise when the other boy sat next to him.

“I think it would be a good idea. Potter's magic it's still very unstable.” Blaise looked at Draco. “You can't feel that though, can you?” He asked. Draco shook his head.

“No, I'm not all that sure about what I'm feeling, but I believe it may be his emotions? Potter really is screwed up.” Draco frowned. “I would love to know what happened between this morning and now.”

“Only Potter can give us all the details, but it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. His magic didn't just attack Weasley, but Finnigan and Thomas as well. From what I can guess, the three of them cornered Potter, did or said something that got to him, making his magic lash out. Though it's very strange, even with damage done to his magical core, and the explanation Dumbledore gave us, about Potter's magic simply being too much for him to control on his own, it doesn't make sense. Why is his magic acting out like this? If he truly had no control over it I would have to be with him 24/7 to help keep it under control.” Blaise leaned back on the couch frowning until Draco shifted closer to him.

“You know, this whole thing is annoying. I don't understand why Potter can't just do things the normal way for once.” Draco sighed. Blaise grinned at him and with a startled yelp that Draco would later deny came from him, Blaise had Draco pinned to the couch.

“Then let's find something less annoying to talk about.” Blaise leaned down capturing Draco's lips keeping him pinned to the couch. Draco hated being pinned down, Draco liked being in control, and Blaise knew it. He didn't always enjoy being the one in control, but he liked taking it away from Draco. Keeping Draco's hands pinned, Blaise ran his tongue across Draco's lips trying to deepen the kiss. His reward for this was a sharp bite to the lip. He pulled back licking his lips trying to see if Draco had broken skin this time.

“As much fun as this is Blaise, I don't wish for that mudblood to come out and see us in this position.” Draco said making Blaise laugh and sit up.

“Fine, fine. Though all this time and I never knew you were shy.” Blaise sat back on the couch, but pulled Draco back up making the blond boy straddle his lap. Draco smirked now that he was the one on top of Blaise.

“I'm not shy, I just don't want her seeing it. Quite frankly I wouldn't want Potter to see us like that either. His emotions are so crazy it's a little frightening.”

“What do you mean? Potter has just enough emotion to be considered human.” Blaise said.

“If what I am feeling from him is his emotions then he does a very good job at hiding how messed up his head is.” Draco settled down resting his head on Blaise's shoulder. “I'm done talking about Potter right now. I really need to think about sending a letter to my parents. I know mother will be upset if I don't go back for Christmas.” Draco said feeling Blaise tense slightly under him. “I know you can't come with me.” He continued. “But, could you consider at least coming for Christmas dinner?”

“You make it sound like you've decided to go back during the holidays after all.” Blaise wrapped his arms around Draco holding him close. “Draco, what if your father....” He trailed off, he hated thinking about the fact that Lucius Malfoy was a death eater. One who took pride in the fact of following the Dark Lord. And Draco should want the same. Lucius wasn't truly a bad father, Blaise had seen much worse before. But he wasn't very nice either when Draco refused to do something Lucius had told him to do. Getting the dark mark was one of them.

“Have you thought about what might happen if you go back?” Blaise asked. Draco nodded against his shoulder.

“I have, but there's no way I can take the mark. Even if my father and I fight about it again, he wouldn't do that to me over the winter holidays. No, he'll wait for summer before forcing me to make a decision, and then have to drag me all the way to the Dark Lord to make sure I make what he considers the right decision.” Draco closed his eyes. “I'm not going to do it though. So you don't have to worry about that Blaise, but can you please just consider coming for Christmas dinner? I know mother would love to have you over.”

“Your mother is nice enough. It's your father I can't stand. But, I'll put some serious thought into it Draco, I promise.” Blaise held Draco a little tighter. He truly was terrified that one of these days Lucius Malfoy would force Draco to take the Dark mark. Blaise had made himself a promise, that when that day came, he didn't care how much Draco loved his father and wanted to please the man. Blaise would kill Lucius if he ever hurt Draco like that.

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Dumbledore leaned back in his chair feeling more tired than he had felt in a long time. He wished he could understand why everything happened to poor Harry. All his efforts to protect the boy, and somehow people always made it past him. He was determined this time to make sure that Harry was safe. Even if that meant keeping the nature of the bond to himself. He was sure that even if Harry didn't start looking up on the kind of bond he now shared with Malfoy and Zabini, then Granger would. She would also find a way to break it. And that wouldn't do anyone any good. He looked across from him where Snape sat, also looking quite tired.

“It appears that it has been a long day for you, Severus.” Dumbledore smiled his eyes twinkling slightly.

“You know what kind of night I had sir.” Snape said shortly. “The Dark Lord does not know of the bond between Potter, Malfoy and Zabini. But he does know something is different. I have been ordered to start giving the boy a potion that will weaken his mind.” Snape said.

“Yes, yes I know. I fear the only option we have at the moment is to start giving him the potion. Voldemort will not reach him here at school so there is little we have to worry about that for right now. I think, maybe if you were to teach the boy Occlumency.”

“I could do that, and it may help deflect some of the damage the potion will do. But I don't think you understand what this potion will do. Though very unlikely considering his already poor lack of concentration, he could become very skilled at Occlumency and the potion would still rip away at that leaving his mind wide open for anyone to look at. And to my knowledge there is no way to reverse the effects of this potion.” Snape explained. Dumbledore nodded as if he understood what Snape was telling him.

“If you don't give him at least a few doses of the potion, Voldemort will know. You are too valuable of a spy, Severus, if you are discovered all the work we are doing will be as good as lost.” Dumbledore sighed. “Buy a little bit of time, obviously the dark lord wants you to brew the potion yourself.”

“He does, and it will take two months to make correctly. I will be brewing the potion, but I will insist that you think of something else to do, other than give it to Potter.” Snape stood up after he said this.

“My dear boy, it sounds almost as if you care for Harry a little bit.” Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again.

“Do not misunderstand me sir, I still care nothing for the boy. But this potion is highly dangerous to someone in his current state. There is no telling what effect it will have on his mind and magic. If it comes down to it I would rather just inform the Dark Lord about the bond Potter now shares.” Snape spun around and left the office leaving Dumbledore to think things over more.

Dumbledore had no doubt that Snape would go right to Voldemort and tell him about the bond, not to save Harry of course, but to make sure no harm came to his godson. Dumbledore closed his eyes, he would have to make sure that the bond wasn't broken between the three of them, it really was the only way to do things right now. He took a peace of parchment and wrote down the names of a few books he knew that were in the library. Calling a house elf, he handed the parchment over to the elf.

“I wish you to retrieve these books from the library for me.” The elf bowed and vanished. Harry needed more protection than Dumbledore could give him, and Mr. Malfoy would be a very good asset to their side in the war. It was really in everyone's best interest that he keep them in this bond for as long as possible.

* * * * * *

Harry rolled over on his bed feeling the last bit of sleep leave him. Slowly opening his eyes he blinked a few times before sitting up.

“Hermione...?” He asked looking around the room he found his glasses on his bed side table, and a note right next to them. Putting the glasses on he picked up the note.

I let you sleep because you really looked like you needed it. I will be back later with dinner if I don't see you at the Great Hall.

Love Hermione.

Harry set the short note aside rubbing his eyes. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. But he had been tired. Checking the time, it was almost dinner time so he might as well go up to the Great Hall and meet Hermione there, since he was sure that Draco and Blaise wouldn't be letting her back in so easily.

Dragging himself out of bed he went out to the common room and saw it empty. Not that it surprised him, being close to dinner they had probably already left to go and get some food. The thought of eating made his stomach grumble in protest that he actually hadn't eaten anything that day. And hardly anything the day before. Opening the door before he changed his mind about going he stepped out and walked into a rather large body. Stumbling back he landed on his ass, blinking up as laughter met his ears.

“Graceful as always Potter.” Draco said. Harry blinked at him then over at Blaise then at who he had walked into. It was Goyle. Standing next to him was Crabbe, there was also Parkinson, and Nott. Harry said nothing as he stood up brushing off his pants.

“You're in the way Potter.” Pansy said laughing as Goyle shoved past Harry nearly knocking him over again as he went into the room Harry had just come out of. Harry moved out of the way as Crabbe, Pansy and Nott followed. Draco went in after all of them though Blaise stayed behind for a moment and just looked at Harry.

“What?” Harry finally asked.

“I am just seeing if your magic is stable. Also, try not to get into any trouble. Draco and I are having a study group and we would really rather not break it up early because you have another break down.”

“I'm just going to get some dinner. I may just go right to the kitchens to do that.” Harry said. Blaise gave him a nod saying nothing else he went into the room after the others.

You don't belong here. Harry shook his head ignoring that annoying voice that he swore was getting louder. He didn't need his own mind telling him things he already knew. He didn't belong here. He took a deep breath and went towards the Great Hall. He was beyond happy when he saw that Hermione was already on her way down to see him. It meant that he could avoid the Great Hall and everyone else for a while longer.

“Oh, Harry.” Hermione smiled at him. “You look a little better.”

“Just a little? Gee thanks, you're so nice.” Harry teased back grinning at the look of shock and confusion Hermione gave him.

“Harry.”

“Hermione, I'm fine. It was a rough few days and I needed some sleep. Now, I think I need some food and I plan on raiding the kitchen.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. Hermione knew what he was doing, and went along with it for now. He wasn't fine, Harry was far from fine. But for right now he was, right now he needed to be fine or he would fall apart again. So he put on a smile and pushed everything out of his mind just focusing on the fact that he and Hermione were going to sneak dinner from the kitchens. Then she would drag him off and they would study and she would catch him up on his homework. For right now he was normal, and even the small voice in his head couldn't tell him differently.

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