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Reality in Binding	By : SilverDragonWings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 20481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Reality in
Binding

Rating: R

Warning:
Swearing, yaoi slash, violence, angst.

Talking Forms:
Talking �Word/s� Telepathic speech /Word/s/

Pairings: Draco x
Harry, Hermione x Ron, maybe more later.

Author�s Notes:
I�m sorry this has taken so long to get out, I really don�t have any excuse for
it, other then I was concentrating on my other stories and that my TAFE had
decided to throw me some exams. (I�m doing certificate three in IT). So, I�m
really sorry for the long wait, and I hope this chapter is okay.

Disclaimer:
Unfortunately I don�t own the characters, but I do own the plot.

Thanks to: Thanks
to everyone that reviewed, it�s great to know people still read this story ^_^
So thanks and I really hope you enjoy.

Chapter Seven � Bonds Punishment

Draco was sitting quietly on the other side of the sofa,
looking up at the man that stood near the desk, talking rapidly about defending
one�s self from the unforgivables.

Beside him sat Potter, who was frowning in thought at all
the information they were being fed, he seemed confused but unwilling to ask
questions. Draco was just feeling bored. He had already been taught half this
stuff by his father.

Yes, he hated to admit this, but he was well trained in
casting the unforgivables, and deflecting some of them. He could handle the
Cruciatus curse for at least two minutes, before he would either pass out from
the sheer pain, or scream and dishonour his father�

He was still low in fighting the Imperius curse, but he
could gain some control, it all depended on what he was being told to do. It
wasn�t good that he was stronger at fighting it if he was being told to kill
another, his father had been a little suspicious there, but when it came to
small things like jumping on one leg, casting the binding spell and such on,
then he wouldn�t really be able to fight it.

His father had made sure he was well trained in the dark
arts, to please the Dark Lord. So in all up, Draco really didn�t need to listen
to this werewolf�s rambling.

Sighing, the blonde haired Slytherin leaned back on the
chair, half-lidded eyes watching as the man opened a book and read a small
paragraph from a book.

He wanted to sleep, it had been a long day; he had barely
gotten through classes, and he had that stupid bond he had to fight
twenty-four-bloody-seven� it was more or less a struggling job, that damned
bond was making his life harder. And then there was that damned kiss earlier.

Side glancing to the darker-haired teen, Draco frowned. What
was with that damned kiss? He hated thinking about it. It was too soft to look
like a forced action. They had been too damned gentle through it, and Draco
hated that fact.

He remembered his rational side too, there was no help
there� and the bond hadn�t helped much too, not like it ever would anyway. He
felt like he was falling into a hole that he would never find his way out of.

Being jarred out of his thoughts when he felt an elbow hit
his waist, he snapped a glare to the Gryffindor, who in return cocked a brow
back.

/Even if you know what he�s talking about, the best you
could do is to pretend to listen/ the Gryffindors voice echoed into his head,
making him frown, harrumph and look back to the teacher, crossing his arms over
his chest.

/Have you even talked to Granger about blocking out
irritating voices?/ he snapped back, looking back to the teacher, pretending to
listen.

/No, I haven�t. If you haven�t noticed I have been a little
busy. Why don�t you ask her if you�re so desperate?/ the teen snapped back,
looking back to his close friend � Lupin.

Draco raised a brow, looking to the boy, /You�re kidding me?
Me? Approach Granger? For help? Ha! Like that�ll ever happen/ he said, shaking
his head.

�I�d appreciate it if you two listened and stopped talking�
a voice broke into their telepathic argument, making both teens look back to
their teacher.

Harry blushed, smiling sheepishly, �Sorry Professor� he
said, brining his attention back to the older man.

Draco rolled his eyes, /Suck up/.

With a glare shot at him, as well as another elbow in the
side, Harry continued to ignore the blonde�s presence.

For an hour and a half they were taught theory on defence
against the dark arts, Lupin teaching them in the depths and background of the
unforgivables. And with the announcement that for the next half hour they would
now do practice, the two boys� began to grow eager.

Practice compared to theory was like a gods send.

�Alright, you two will be working close in this area. I need
you to both be mature and not stupid� Remus said, narrowing his eyes warningly
on each boy.

Draco and Harry nodded, though glanced warily to the other.

�Okay, first we start simple. Now, Draco, I understand that
you�ve already been taught extensively in this area, I�ll need you to help
Harry� the Professor said, nodding to the blonde that in return gave a dejected
sigh and nodded.

�Now, first we work on the Imperious, I know you can deflect
it Harry, but I want you to practice more in it� the man said, leaning back on
the desk. �Dumbledore has shielded this room from the Ministry, so they won�t
sense the curses. Draco, if you please. And remember, immaturity won�t be
tolerated� he said, warning.

/Damn, there goes embarrassing you/ Draco said, shooting the
now very wary looking Gryffindor a smirk, /Lest see�/ he said, twirling his
wand in his hand, grinning when he saw Harry shifting nervously on his feet.

�Okay Draco, when you�re ready� Lupin said, nodding to the blonde
boy, who grew a small mischievous twinkle in his eye, glancing back to the
nervous Gryffindor.

�Alright Potter, ready when you are� he said, turning to
face the boy, pointing his white wand at him, ready and waiting for a sign of
confirmation.

With a deep swallow, the boy held to his courage as he gave
his bonded worst enemy a small nod.

Draco grinned. �Imperius!� he shouted, a steam of magic
erupting from his wand, being pulled out of his own body and energy.

As soon as the Imperius hit Harry in the chest, he felt his
mind clouding and the feeling of tranquillity overcoming him. Then, slowly, a
familiar voice echoed in his head.

�Give me your wand,
Potter� he could feel that familiar feeling that doing what the voice said
would be best, that if he followed this voice he would feel even better then he
did now, but he also knew that doing what the voice said wasn�t wise.

On the outside, Draco was actually frowning. He could feel something
close to a warm blanket in his own mind, a feeling of serenity, and worse yet,
he could actually hear a whisper of his command in the back of his mind.

Harry�s hand didn�t move towards the pocket that held his
wand, it was currently balled up into a tight fist, fighting the curse.

�Your wand, give me
your wand!� The voice demanded.

Harry was trying to say no, he could hear the small voice in
the distance repeating his defiance, but it was too quite, he needed to speak
up in order to completely fight.

Then he felt something else - The bond.

It was like a strong wave that came over him, a wave of
something he couldn�t resemble to anything he knew, but he did know it was
strong, and it was fighting the curse over him stronger then he himself ever
had.

Draco gasped, his wand nearly falling from his fingers as a
strong wave shot out from Harry. It was invisible, but he felt where it
originated from, and he felt its strength.

The wave seemed to trigger something within him, shouting at
him to stop what he was doing. He felt Harry�s struggle through the bond, he
could actually feel the teen fighting the curse he had put on him.

Closing his eyes tightly, he fought back the wave, trying to
decipher what it was that was happening to him.

There was a strong twist in the bond that connected him to
the Gryffindor, reminding him that it was there, there was also a lot of pain,
like he was on fire. And then, with a cry, Draco collapsed to his knees, his
wand falling out of his hand and his own hands moving to his head.

Then it all stopped. Strong arms were around his waist, a
voice at his ear telling him it was over.

The bond settled, the strong wave vanished, and Draco was
left panting in the strong arms, eyes slowly fluttering open.

Harry frowned in worry down at the Slytherin, his arms
wrapped around the slim waist, keeping the teen from collapsing any further �
not that he could, seeing as he was already on the floor.

�As I suspected� a voice broke the two dazed students out of
their own thoughts. Harry looked over his shoulder, in his arms Draco struggled
to sit up, to look around the darker-haired teen, to see whom it was, though he
already recognised the voice.

He felt so weak, like everything had been ripped from him.
And when he managed to pull himself out of Harry�s arms, he felt like his heart
twisted in pain, his mind contracting a headache. And then it stopped as
suddenly as it came. Harry was holding him again.

With a grown, the blonde teenager closed his eyes. This was
not turning out to being his day.

�Sir?� Harry asked, looking back to the headmaster, and then
glancing back down to the boy in his arms; Draco seemed to have given up, and
had rested his head against Harry�s chest.

Dumbledore smiled apologetically, moving around the lounge
to kneel next to the Gryffindor, his blue eyes resting on the weak Slytherin.

Draco still had his eyes closed, resting limply in the
strong arms of his bonded partner, feeling the strength and warmth emanating
from him.

�I�m sorry I hadn�t approached you two about this sooner,
but I was unsure if this would be an effect, seeing as the bond hasn�t been
completed, but it seems it is� The elderly man stated, looking back to confused
green eyes.

Remus moved around the room, sitting on the edge of the
table, looking worriedly at the blonde boy.

Dumbledore stood, his eyes still on Harry, before he looked
over to the Professor, �Can you tell me what you observed during the practice?�
he asked.

Remus nodded, looking back to the two teenagers before his
brown eyes rested back on the waiting headmaster.

�Draco had cast the curse. It started off as it should:
Draco with all the control and Harry slowly fighting the command.

But then Draco seemed to get hit with something, and as soon
as he did, Harry seemed to recover immediately, then Draco fainted� he said,
looking back to the two boys. Draco had managed to open his eyes, looking
tiredly back at him.

Albus nodded, rubbing his chin, �Yes, that was what I
expected, though it�s not as strong as it usually is if the entire bond was complete�
He said, smiling softly down to the silver eyes.

Harry shifted, gaining a more comfortable position, sitting
on the floor. He unconsciously pulled Draco closer, arms wrapped around the
small waist. �What happened?� he asked.

Dumbledore looked to him, smiling. �The bond fought back the
curse.� Seeing the confusion, he chuckled. �It appears that even if the bond
isn�t complete, it will still fight off anything that harms one bonded member
by the others hand. Draco here, had cast the Imperious on you, correct?� Harry
nodded, �And do you remember what you felt when he did?� he asked.

Harry frowned as the thought back to the incident. �It had
been normal, like what it�s meant to feel like. But then� it felt like the bond
was there, stronger then it normally is. It was like a wave, and I felt it grow
and then vanish� then I was free from the curse� he said, looking down to the
blonde head.

Draco nodded weakly, closing his eyes, �I-I had felt something�
the bond� it made me break my concentration. It felt like I was being attacked
from the inside, burnt� he said weakly.

Dumbledore nodded, understanding what the boy was trying to
say. �Yes, what you both felt was the bond fighting. I hadn�t expected it to do
that, seeing as you�re not entirely bonded completely, but appears I was wrong.
I am sorry, Draco. If I had known this would happen, I would have warned you
both� he said.

�But why did it do that?� Harry asked the question for both.

Dumbledore smiled gently. �Because a bonded partner can�t
hurt the other. You both realised that when one was hurt, the other would feel
the shadow of this pain?� he asked, both nodded. �This is simular. Draco cast a
curse over Harry, causing the bond to react and throw it off, in a way,
punishing Draco� again the elderly man looked sad.

�So, does that mean that we can�t cast spells on the other
without it being inflicted on ourselves, and having the bond� punish us?� Harry
asked, frowning.

�Something like that� The headmaster answered, �The bond is
meant to be a connection between two. It�s a joining. What happens to one
happens to the other. When Draco cast the curse, the bond reacted strongly to
it� he stated.

Remus frowned, �We won�t be able to practice then. Or at
least you two wont be able to practice on the other� he stated.

Draco � who was slowly gaining strength - pulled himself out
of the other teens embrace, though scared he�d feel the same pain, made sure to
keep his hand connected to the other, resting it on Harry�s leg.

�But what will happen if I get called, Voldermort has
punished me a few times at the meetings. Does this mean that Potter will feel
them too?� he asked, glancing to the raven-haired teen.

Dumbledore nodded sadly. �Though the distance may help to
lesson it in a way, I am afraid so. Harry will feel at least some of your pain.
In a way, it�s the bonds way of warning the other partner that his lover is in
danger� he stated, smiling to himself when he saw the two boy�s blush at his
use of words.

�Is there a way to block it? To put a shield so that it
doesn�t happen?� Lupin asked, tearing his eyes away from the blushing teens.

Dumbledore shook his head, �No, it�s an effect that comes
with this form of bonding. But I think it�s useful� he said, the two boys
nodding in agreement. The elderly man turned his attention back to the
Slytherin, �Have you been called yet?� he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

Draco shook his head, his hand unconsciously rising to where
his mark was kept. �No, the excuse seems to have worked� he said, thumb rubbing
the mark. (1)

Dumbledore nodded, pleased at the information. Then he
reached into his pocket, pulling out two chocolate frogs and handing it to each
boy, �I think this may help. And I think it�s best that you take a break, do
you think you have enough energy to work on transfiguration today?� He asked,
already knowing the answer.

Draco shook his head, sighing at the prospect on missing out
on the one lesson he had been looking forward to.

Harry also shook his head.

�That�s alright; I�ll move those lessons to tomorrow. I want
you two to get some sleep now� he said, nodding to each boy.

Harry, who was un-wrapping his frog, looked up quickly.
�Sir, who�ll be our teacher?� he asked, looking to Remus.

Dumbledore smiled, �That would have to be me� he stated,
smiling at the two shocked boys, �I�ll see you boys at eight tomorrow� and with
that, and a nod to Lupin, the headmaster left the room.

Lupin stood, �I guess that�s the end of the lesson then.
I�ll have to think of a new strategy. But I want you two to do a three foot
essay on what you learnt today� he said, grinning to the dejected look that
passed each teen. Giving one last nod to the two boys, he left the room.

Draco looked down at his still frog, and then tacking a bite
out of it, he frowned.

Now things just had to
get harder, not only was he bonded to a Gryffindor � Harry Potter - but now he
couldn�t even cast a curse on him (not like he�d intentionally do one that
would kill or seriously hurt) but when they fought, they normally went full
out, he wasn�t particularly keen to re-experience the bonds wrath.

Shivering at the thought, the teen took another bite from
his chocolate frog, feeling more energy seeping back to him.

Harry sighed, taking a bite out of his own chocolate. So not
only were they bonded, but they had to experience the other�s pain� joy.

Draco sighed, looking down to his hand that was still
resting on Harry�s leg. Green eyes followed his gaze and looked to his leg,
where he hadn�t noticed the hand had been sitting.

With a flushed face, Harry turned his attention back to the
blonde, �Maybe we can be separated now?� he asked, praying that it was the
case.

Draco nodded, and carefully he removed his hand. Nothing.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Draco grabbed his wand and
climbed to his feet, Harry following close behind him.

�I�m going to bed� The blonde stated, pocketing his wand and
stepping away from the raven-haired boy.

It happened again. Pain emanated from all over his body, the
bond twisting his heart and making his whole body shudder in pain, all this
only stopping when arms wrapped around his waist again.

With a dejected and aggravated sigh, the blonde leaned back
into the embrace.

Harry decided to state the obvious, �Look like we have to
stay in contact.�

Draco groaned and glanced over towards the beds, then, with
a small blush over his cheeks, he glanced back to Harry.

TBC�

(1) � Where exactly is that Death Eater mark held again?
I�ve heard some where they say it�s on the upper arm, and some where it�s on
the back of the wrist.
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