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Honour Bound	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42041 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
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Honour Bound
by Draeconin

See Chapter One for disclaimer and details.

Chapter Five

Draco hadn't taken well the revelation that Harry Potter, his erstwhile rival and enemy, and now his master, actually had those kinds of feelings for him. Not that he showed it. No, he kept his feelings to himself. It had been a mild torture, during the time he'd been trying to gather the courage to relay his decision, to know he'd be the slave of the boy he had somewhat lusted after when he thought him unattainable. Now, not only had he found out that Harry was a bender as well, but had similar feelings for him. But if he indulged himself with his master, he was afraid he'd lose his last semblance of freedom. It was going to be torture. He knew that eventually he'd probably lose the struggle, being forced to be in Harry's company most of the time, but he was going to fight it as long as he could.
About a week after the bonding, both boys were studying in the sixth-year's dorm. Draco had been studying his new master rather closely, since he had the opportunity, and had become curious enough about the change in him to act on it. "Harry, may I ask you a question?" he inquired of his master.
Harry, who had been studying his Transfigurations textbook, looked up at the blonde. "Of course."
"You seem much changed from last year."
The Gryffindor stilled, knowing Draco wanted to know the cause of his new outlook and attitude, and gazing at the other young man, tried to decide how to react. Finally he took a deep breath, and replied. "Do you remember the attack on the Ministry last year?"
Draco knew it all too well. That's when his father had been caught and put in Azkaban. He nodded.
At the blonde's acknowledgement that he knew what Harry was talking about, he spoke again. "My godfather was killed."
"The only one killed there was my black sheep of a cousin," Draco replied, doubtfully. At the green-eyed teen's nod, realization hit. "He was your godfather?"
Harry nodded again, solemnly. "And the only family I had left. The Dursley's may be blood relation, but I don't consider them family. Anyway, you remember how angry and depressed I was afterward?" He didn't wait for a response this time. "It finally occurred to me that Sirius wouldn't want me behaving like that, so I started pulling myself together. A wise man told me that emotions like those I was having could either destroy a person, or temper them." He snorted amusedly. "I told him that I already had enough temper - I needed control."
Draco laughed, remembering how easy it had always seemed to be to provoke the raven-haired boy. When he again looked at the green-eyed Gryffindor, there was a dark, brooding look in his eyes, so Draco waited silently.
A few moments later, Harry shook himself, and smiled reassuringly at his charge. "When I found out I'd inherited his estate... Well, I couldn't very well make his spirit proud of me by brooding and ranting all the time, could I?" He didn't mention the time it had taken him to recover from the shock of receiving the then-unwanted gift. He'd wanted his godfather back, instead. He still did, but had resigned himself to the facts. "So I set myself to learn what I needed in order to take care of everything. Not much along those lines you can learn in six weeks, is there? But I tried, and I did learn to ride horses. I've a lot to learn yet, though." He looked up, his face brightening somewhat. "Thank you for agreeing to help me with that."
Harry's face now radiated a quiet happiness; one the blonde didn't wish to break. But he had one more question. "How did my father incur a life debt to you?"
The Gryffindor sighed, and looked into the other boy's gray eyes so that, along with the emotional bond, he'd know what was being said was the truth, and proceeded to relate the tale, leaving out nothing - not even his suspicion that the man would have tried to kill him, had his wand not been broken.
Draco sighed, and nodded. Harry could feel his sorrow as the blonde's head bowed.
"So. You saved his life. I know he's not a good man, Harry," Draco whispered, "but I tried so hard to be proud of him. Tall, handsome, strong, powerful... There was a lot about him I could be proud of. I so wanted him to be proud of me, too. I - turned a blind eye to those things about him I couldn't like. I blamed all that on other things; other people. Even you. Especially you. But after he went to Azkaban, no matter how I fought the realization, it became harder to deny that he wasn't the man I had believed him to be."
It was deplorable that Lucius had been able to bribe his way out of the prison. If officials had been less corrupt, his son might not have been offered to the Dark Lord, leading to their present predicament. Harry sat, thinking, for a moment."Draco..." he said, hesitantly. "Why are you telling me all this? It doesn't seem like you."
Draco sighed, his body sagging. His head remained lowered, refusing to look at the dark-haired teen. "You're my master, Harry. You own me. For life. What does it matter if I tell you now, or years from now? You'd find out eventually."
When there was no response, the blonde looked up, to find the beautiful green eyes of the Gryffindor brimming. And now, belatedly, he noted Harry's sorrow. "Harry?" he queried. "Why?" Insofar as he could see, nothing had happened in the last few minutes to cause the tears.
The green-eyed boy shook his head, then changed his mind, and answered. "This is what I was afraid of," he said quietly, "why I didn't want to take you as a bond slave."
Draco was both surprised and puzzled. He would have thought his now-ex-rival would be pleased to have him under his thumb; but what had caused the sorrow?
Seeing the Slytherin's blank look, Harry expounded. "Your spirit; your beautiful spirit..."
Comprehension dawned. The Gryffindor thought he was broken! He refrained from laughing out loud - it would have been undignified - but he smirked broadly. "It'll take more than this to break me, P- Harry," he drawled. Damn it, he was still bound by order to call the beautiful, green-eyed teen by his given name. The slight, momentary grimace must have given him away.
Harry's green eyes glowed with hope. "If it would make you feel better, you may call me by my surname, until you are comfortable enough to use my given."
Why did the ruddy arse have to be nice to him?! Although, truth be told, the Gryffindor had been, ever since... It must have been since he'd been told of the bond slave option. Genuine gratitude was almost a foreign concept to him - or at least showing it, but... "Thank you, Potter."

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
That Friday at supper, a school owl delivered a note to Harry.

Mr. Potter:

Please meet me after supper in my office.

Prof. Albus Dumbledore
"What's it say, mate?" Ron asked.
"The headmaster wants to see me after supper," he replied.
"What have you done now, Harry?" Hermione asked. She was still a little miffed with her friend, but not enough to snub him. It didn't help that she still hadn't been able to find a way to break the slave bond.
"Nothing I can think of," Harry replied. Almost as an afterthought, he found himself resenting her assumption.
"You don't think it's..." Ron hinted broadly, pointing to his own forehead.
The Gryffindor Seeker shook his head, doubtfully. "My scar hasn't hurt at all, lately," he replied. "I suppose I'll find out later."

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
"Merlin, Harry; how do you rate?" Ron exclaimed, enviously.
The meeting with Albus Dumbledore had merely been to inform Harry that a separate room had been renovated for him and Draco. It was still in Gryffindor Tower, but a floor above the boys dorms. It was no better nor worse than the seventh-year boys individual rooms, which meant it was a good deal better than the sixth-year boys dorm. But it did have two beds, and a fireplace. And because it could have presented a hardship to have to traverse the stairs in the middle of the night, or when ill, a toilet and large shower were present in a small, attached room.
"I don't, really. Professor Dumbledore said it was because our dorm was too crowded with six boys in it."
"I don't suppose you'd trade?" the redhead asked wistfully.
"You really want me to inflict my nightmares on everyone, Ron?" Harry asked laughingly.
"I suppose not... But maybe you'd lend it to Herm and me once in a while?" he asked hopefully.
Harry pictured his best friends going at it on his bed, and cringed. With that as his reaction, he could imagine Draco's. He didn't have to imagine much, as he could see the blonde's expression, just out of Ron's line of sight. He forced a laugh, saying "You'll just have to struggle along like everyone else, Ron. I'm not going to risk expulsion by letting our room become..." He paused and looked around melodramatically, then continued in a stage whisper. "...a den of iniquity," then cringed from an imaginary person over his shoulder, as though he'd been caught saying it. As he'd hoped, Ron started laughing. If anything, Draco's expression became even more dour.
"Yeah, mate; okay," Ron said, through his laughter.
Harry relaxed. "So why didn't 'Mione come see the room as well?" He had a fairly good idea where she might be, but wanted to be sure that she hadn't decided not to come because she was holding a grudge.
"You know Herm, Harry; she's in the library again," the tall redhead replied, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend's eccentricities.
"Still trying to find... You know?"
"You needn't walk on eggshells on my account, Potter," Draco inserted. "It's a slave bond, and I'm a slave. Don't say it, Weasley," he added, as the redhead opened his mouth.
Harry merely nodded in acknowledgement of the blonde's remark, then looked at his best friend. "Besides which, Ron, you do know that he retains his title?"
Ron's mouth hung open a moment. "You're having me on!" he accused.
Harry shook his head. "I'm not," he declared. "Draco is Malfoy's heir, unless he begets another."
"Not likely, given..." the blonde stopped talking. "Never mind."
"Given what, blondie?" Ron asked, snidely.
"Give it up, Ron; he's allowed his family secrets," Harry said quietly.
"Why are you coddling him?" the redhead asked sharply, rounding on his friend.
"I'm not 'coddling' him. It 's called common courtesy."
"Thank you, Harry," Draco said, softly.
Ron goggled at the blonde, then turned back to the raven-haired youth. "Did I actually hear Malfoy say 'thank you'?"
Harry nodded. "We're getting along. Mutual respect, anyway." He wasn't about to tell his hot-tempered friend how he truly felt, even if nothing ever came of it. The long-standing Weasley/Malfoy feud had been going on so long, nobody knew how it had started - or so Ron had claimed, when asked.
The youngest male Weasley saw the look on Harry's face, and wisely dropped that line of conversation, returning to the one of moments before. "What about money, and lands?"
"I'm not sure. Draco?"
"When my father dies, or becomes unable to govern the property, the title will be passed along to me. I inherit. However, what I own, Lord Potter owns through me...and controls."
"Just 'Harry', or 'Potter', Draco. We're in private."
Draco shook his head, but didn't disagree. "Anyway, the property belongs to Lord Malfoy; not Lucius Malfoy. Therefore, when I become Lord Malfoy, the property also becomes mine. As my owner, you then own and control that property, unless I produce an heir of my own. Then the title and everything that goes with it passes to him or her upon the heir's majority."
"That seems a rather fine distinction," Harry pointed out, "belonging to the title rather than the person."
"But an important one," the blonde insisted quietly.
The green-eyed teen looked to his friend. "Is that how you understand it, Ron?"
Ron looked at his long-time friend, again reminded of his new-found status. "It's weird to think of you as being of the peerage, even maybe royalty, Harry," he complained. "But as much as I hate to have to agree with the Fer-" Harry's glare stopped him mid-word. "With him, yes; it is."
Harry was dissatisfied with how his friend had corrected himself, but let it pass, figuring there might be too much bad blood between them for Ron to be able to give it up. He held onto a grudge like a dog holds onto a fresh bone. But... "Royalty?"
"A Marquis is just a step below the immediate royal family, so you'd have to be related, right?"
Harry sighed. "I don't know, Ron. I'm rather new to all this, remember? I found I've inherited the title, but I haven't had time to research much else. I've had a lot of other matters to take care of, as well."
"Harry? If I may?" Draco requested. At a nod from the raven-haired teen, the Slytherin expounded. "You were quite likely related, as were most of the higher nobility, but you're only deemed royalty if you're a part of the immediate royal family."
"'Were'?"
"The royal family were murdered by Grindlewald and his followers."
With that announcement, the conversation dwindled, and died. Harry and Draco continued to unpack, and Ron wandered off to see if he could pry his girlfriend away from the library for a while - even if she had rather been giving him the cold shoulder, lately.
After a few minutes, something occurred to the Gryffindor. "Isn't there supposed to be a line of succession? Who's next in line for the crown?"
"We don't use crowns, Harry," the blonde replied.
"You know what I mean; so who is it?"
Draco stood still a moment, staring into his wardrobe, deep in thought. A small frown crossed his brow. "I'm not entirely sure. That wasn't something deemed too terribly important in my family."
"But...?"
The silver-eyed teen turned and looked straight into his master's eyes. "As I said, I'm not certain; but I think your family would be close."
"The gods forbid! I've already enough on my plate, thank you," Harry replied, fervently, as he gave a little laugh.
Puzzlement flickered across the blonde's face. This wasn't at all as he'd pictured the 'Boy Who Lived'.
Living in close quarters as they had been, had seemed quite intimate. Draco would have said 'crowded'. Now that they were no longer sharing a room with four other young men, it seemed even more inimate; especially at those times when one or the other would be less than fully clothed. Before, the other boys had acted, albeit unwittingly, as chaperons. However, Harry was all too aware of the power he had over the person to whom he was so attracted, and refused to do anything that might be construed as coercion. If Draco were interested, it would have to be he who made the first move.
The situation was trying to Draco's libido as well. But as he kept reminding himself, he was a slave, and the slave bond presented a problem for him. If he had been free... But then, if he had been free, they would never have been thrown together, and nothing would have happened anyway. He would never have allowed himself to get to know the raven-haired seeker, so that his physical attraction could grow into a more avid interest. The Gryffindor owned his body, and his mind had been altered by the magic of the bond. The only thing he had left was his heart and spirit, and if he weren't careful, he could rapidly lose his heart. Although, truth to tell, it was slowly slipping away from him anyway. But so long as Harry didn't know that, he could pretend to more independence than he truly had.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
"There can't be that many books on the subject!" Harry complained. He'd been wanting to spend some time with Ron and Hermione, but for the third week in a row, the girl was nowhere to be found. Well, he knew where to find her, but it wasn't in the common room. Turning to Draco, he inquired "Care to see what 'Mione may have found on the bond?"
"Why would I want to do that, Potter?"
"It does impact our situation, you know."
Draco sighed. "I don't know why she's wasting her time. I've already told her-"
"That slave bonds can't be broken," Harry finished for him, interrupting. "Yes, I know."
"That this kind of slave bond can't be broken, anyway," the blonde said, correcting him.
"So do you want to come along, or not?"
"I've nothing better to do," Draco decided, aloud. "I'm all caught up with my lessons, so why not?" he said, shrugging indifferently. He wasn't as disinterested as he pretended, of course, but appearances must be maintained.
It wasn't hard to find her. There was a small mountain range of books around her on a rather large table. Sitting, and indicating that Draco should sit as well, Harry inquired "So how are you doing, 'Mione?"
Hermione glared at him, then heaved a large, exasperated sigh. "I've gone through everything here three times. Did you know there are thirty-two different kinds of slave bonds? All but six of them are for generic situations, and are meant to be temporary, of course. But for life debt slave bondage? Do you think I could find a single instance where the bond was broken? Nothing! Transforming, yes; breaking, no."
At the girl's words, both boys' ears perked up. "Transforming, Granger?" the Slytherin inquired.
"Nothing you'd be interested in," she said wearily, rubbing her temples.
"Mind telling us anyway?" Harry said, interrupting the blonde's retort.
"It doesn't matter," Hermione replied, now gently rubbing her tired eyes. When she opened them again, she found both young men still staring at her intently, and somewhat impatiently. "Just references about spells for masters and slaves who fell in love with each other, alright? Transmutes the slave bond into a heart bond; sometimes a soul bond." Her eyes widened a fraction as she saw their reactions. It wasn't much; a slight flush, Harry looking a bit uncomfortable. Draco had more control, but there was something... "You're not, are you?" she asked hesitantly. "In love with each other?"
Their vociferous - and in Draco's case, scathing - denials, did nothing to allay her suspicions. They were too vociferous.
It was another week before Harry could bring himself to broach the subject with Draco. Another week of constantly being around each other; eating together, studying together, being in various states of dress and undress, and sleeping in the same room...
"So..." Harry said, suddenly at a loss for words, after playing out, in his own mind, dozens of scenarios of this discussion, "this transmuting the bond idea; it would give you more freedom."
Draco looked at him, taken by surprise by the subject matter, and not sure what he should say. He wasn't even sure how he felt about it. "Physical freedom, yes," he said, feeling his way into the conversation, "but the sorts of bonds Granger was speaking of are, in some ways, even stronger than the slave bond."
"I've been reading up on the subject; your mind and emotions wouldn't be controlled any longer."
"Nor would I regain what I've already lost."
"I can reverse the orders I've given you; give you your free will back in those areas."
"But the slave bond has burned out my enmity for you, Harry. That, I'll never get back."
The Gryffindor looked surprised. "Why would you want to? I'm not affected by the bond that way, but I no longer dislike you, either."
"I didn't let it go, as you did. It was taken from me."
Harry nodded his understanding of the distinction. "Do you think you would have let it go, if you'd had the choice?"
Draco sat silently for a while, studying the handsome, dark-haired young man before him. Finally, he shook his head. "I wouldn't have been allowed," he said, avoiding a direct answer.
"Damn it, Draco;" was the quietly intense reply, "if it were only you and me in the world, would you have?"
The blonde dropped his head, refusing to look at the other boy. "Probably," he admitted.
"It can only get worse, the longer you're under the slave bond, can't it?"
Draco nodded.
"Then wouldn't it be better to get out from under it as quickly as possible?"
"Do you really want to marry me?" Draco asked suddenly, with angry intensity. "Because that's what those bonds are for!" Because he was angry with the situation, and not with his master, the magic of the slave bond did not react.
Harry was taken aback. "Would we really have to be married?"
The blonde sighed. "No, Potter. No ceremony is required. Being heart or soul bonded is considered intent to marry, and is registered as being a marriage."
The green-eyed teen sat and thought for a couple of minutes. "We're neither of us marriage material for a woman, so what does it matter? It wouldn't be a real marriage, and we don't have to - sleep together....if we didn't want to," he said, finishing weakly, almost shyly.
"You're mental, Potter. No insult intended; just my opinion." Draco studied the other teen for minute, then cursed the bond for making him try to 'protect' what might be his master's best interests. "I think you'd best talk to Granger about this. If she can't talk you out of it... Then yes; I'll do it. I'd love to have my own will back again." 'And maybe get something better...,' he couldn't help adding, mentally.

o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o
Harry had left Draco writing a paper for Ancient Runes, and asked Hermione to take a walk with him outside. They were following the border of the Forbidden Forest when he explained what he had in mind.
"Are you out of your bloody mind?" Hermione shouted.
Harry was shocked. He had rarely heard her curse. "Hear me out, 'Mione," he pleaded. He was tired of being on the outs with his friend, and didn't want this to widen the gap.
"But heart-binding with Malfoy? Are you out of your bloody mind?" she demanded, repeating herself.
"You've already asked that," Harry mumbled. "Look, I don't like him being my slave any more than you; I didn't know there was an alternative. Not that I probably would have considered it, then," he admitted.
"Have you told Ron?"
Harry stared at her. "You really do think I'm nutters," he said, wonderingly. "With something like this, I tell you, first. If you've reacted this badly, what makes you think I'd tell Ron?"
Hermione ignored that. "Why? Why are you even considering this?"
"You've researched it, 'Mione. You know what the bond does to his mind; his will. That shouldn't happen to anyone." 'Not but what the alternative was worse,' he reminded himself.
"But you're willing to...to have that kind of relationship with him? Are you buggering him now?"
"'Mione!" Harry gasped, goggle-eyed. It wasn't the language she used that shocked him; it was because it was she, using it.
"Well, are you?" she asked, undeterred.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," he replied, glaring.
Unaffected, Hermione regarded him for a few moments. "Then why?"
Suddenly, Harry grinned. "Because I'd like to be," he admitted, boldly. He then sobered as he added "But not if there's any chance that I'd be forcing it on him."
This was reasoning the bushy-haired girl could understand, and her attitude softened. "You know that heart bonding is considered marriage?" she inquired.
The green-eyed Gryffindor nodded. "But it wouldn't be as though it were a real marriage; it's more to stop his will from being destroyed."
"Do you love him?"
Harry considered. "I don't know, 'Mione," he confessed. "I think I could, though, in the right circumstances. These past weeks I've seen a side of him that, until now, I thought didn't exist." He blushed, as he said "I always thought he was hot. Now I know there's a likable person there, too."
"Enough for marriage?"
"Enough to free him from his slavery," Harry said, reprovingly.
Hermione had no reply for that.

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