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Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
Title:
Reality in Binding

Rating: R

Warning:
Swearing, yaoi slash, violence, angst.

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

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

Author�s Notes:
Okay, I�m really, really sorry that it took me so long to update this story, I�ve
had a lot happen lately and so I�ve only really just realised that this site
was a little behind in my stories. So there�s two
chapters of this story being uploaded. And thank you so much for all who
reviewed my story. I�ve gone back and fixed the sixth chapter � I hope � so if
you find any more half chapters, please tell me and I�ll fix them asap. Also, I�ve changed the
telepathic symbol around. Instead of a / to represent telepathic speech, it is
now �with the words in it in italics�.

And to all you who reviewed, thank you once again. Its
interesting having worshippers, never had one before� but now I have two. Yey!

Oh and Jolande, I have a Rotweiler too, so he�ll protect me. Ha!

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

Chapter Eight �
A long night

Draco
hissed under his breath as walked through the thick forest, his hands gripping
the branches he passed, as if they where his anchor, something they more or
less were.

His
knees were weak under his weight, his breath heavy and his body in pure agony.

He
had appararated from Hogsmeade around ten minutes ago, and already he was close
to fainting from the thick pain that surged through his body, and he was yet to
meet Voldemort, this thought alone made him close his eyes.

His
entire body was complaining and ready to just collapse, but he was using all
the strength he possessed to keep walking and look calm and collective, that in
itself being rather difficult.

He
still had a few minutes before he reached Voldemort�s lair, and with the way he
was going he wasn�t even sure he was going to make it.

�D-Draco��

Taking
a deep breath, the blonde Slytherin leaned against the closest tree, his eyes
shut as he tried to push the pain away. �What?�

In
his very soul he could feel the pain that Harry was going through, he could
feel the need to reunite and never leave each other�s side. It was so strong
that he had to fight against apararating back to Hogwarts. He knew it was going
to be difficult to have such a large distance between the two of them, he knew
that there would be complications on apararating to Voldemort�s lair when they
were still trying to familiarize themselves with the desires and need that the
bond placed over them� and he was starting to think it was a bad idea, agreeing
to leave for Voldemort�s, it would have been easier if he just came right out
and told the man that he was not loyal and was bonded with Harry Potter, now
that would have been easier to handle.

�We have to open the b-bond further�� Harry�s
voice gasped through to him, sounding even more so in agony then he had last
time.

�We can�t� Draco replied, his eyes slowly
opening, �It�s too dangerous, we�d be
risking too much� he stated, finding the energy to frown.

�If we don�t� we�d be risking even more�
Harry said back, his voice weaker.

�What�s
going on?� The blonde asked, his eyes becoming more alert as he heard the
strength in his partners voice dimming.

�Draco, the bond� we need to open it further�
was all that we replied back to him.

Allowing
so, Draco sighed in outmost relief when he felt ghost arms rush through the
bond and surround him, pulling at him tight. It was like suddenly someone had
flicked on the light in the darkest room imaginable, he never wanted it to go
away.

�Thank you� Harry said,
his voice stronger as well as relieved.

Pushing
himself off the tree, Draco brushed imaginary lint off his robes, �I hope you know that this could jeopardise
my cover?� He asked.

�No, Snape said it should be safe, as long as
we don�t open the bond any further than we already have. Anyway, don�t you
think Voldemort would suspect things if you stumbled into his place, collapsing
before he even lifts his wand?� The teen questioned, making Draco�s frown
deepened.

�Thank you, now I can�t wait to get to Voldemort�s�
he said sarcastically as he looked through the trees, seeing the large dark
figure of the mansion, the same mansion that he was about to enter, willingly.

�Sorry�.

Snorting,
the blonde pushed forward, making his way through the deep forest.

They
had spent all of the day working on their bond, both Harry and himself
determined to be able to stand at least a yards separation and more if
possible. Snape had approached them later in the day with the information they
needed.

It
was apparent that they wouldn�t be able to have the entire bond open; they
wouldn�t be able to speak telepathically for the rumours that Voldemort already
knew that talent and would be able to tap into any telepathy if used around
him, something that had made both Harry and Draco�s brows raise.

It
was starting to appear that the talent of telepathy was not all as it was
rumoured to be. And though it seemed a little unbelievable, the idea that
Voldemort would be able to tap into their bonds telepathy, they weren�t about
to risk being caught, and so with that information for the remainder of they
day they pulled Hermione, Ron, Blaise and Millicent out of classes to help in
their research on how to block the bond, something that also included the
ability to block out their bonded partner. Something that both Draco and Harry
took great pleasure in learning.

Though
they weren�t one hundred percent experts on blocking the bonds needs or their
partners telepathic messages, they were good enough to be able to do it when
need be, for a certain amount of time before the need to open the bond would
become too strong to deny, and when that happened, they needed to open the bond
to its full capacity in order to settle it, and if this was done at a great
distance from one another, it would be painful.

�When I enter his mansion, I want you to
block most of your side, I�m not about to risk being caught� Draco stated
as he cleared the forest, breathing in the fresh air.

�Okay, but try to be quick, I don�t know if I
can handle a repeat of what we just went through� Harry�s voice answered.

Draco
nodded, agreeing full heartedly with the statement. Hopefully Voldemort wasn�t
about to keep him for more then an hour.

Though
they had managed to learn blocking the other out, it was not a nice experience
that they were eager to do often, not until the mastered it further. Hermione
had stayed back in the library, demanding that she needed to study more into
the art before they went any further.

Past: four thirty, twentieth of January

Hermione
frowned down at the book that rested on her lap; her finger ran back over the
page, her eyes once again dancing over the paragraph as she tried to take in
the information that had been written.

�If
I understand this correctly, it can be dangerous if you two try to block the
bonds needs for more then two days, it can do a lot of damage, mentally� She
stated, her eyes raising from the words on the book to rest on the two teens
opposite her.

Draco
looked up from his own books, his brows raised at her statement. �Well, I don�t
think anyone would notice with Potter� he said after some time, turning his
silver eyes to look to the Gryffindor with a small smirk.

Harry
frowned, not at all amused before turning back to the girl, �Hermione, we�re
not planning on blocking it for that long, we just need to block it while
Malfoy here goes and kisses up to Voldemort� he stated, jabbing his thumb in
the Slytherins direction.

Frowning,
Draco turned back to his book, �Low, Potter. That was very low� he muttered as
he turned the page, his eyes not leaving the words.

Harry
rolled his eyes.

�But
Harry, you don�t understand the dangerous here!� Hermione said, placing the
book on the table. �Blocking this bond could very well make both you and Draco
go insane!� She snapped, leaning across the table and fixing her narrowed eyes
on the raven-haired Gryffindor.

�Mate,
maybe this isn�t a good idea? I mean, you don�t want to go insane, do you?� Ron
spoke up, his eyes moving between Hermione and Harry.

�Ron,
I�m not about to go insane if I block this bond for only a few hours� he stated
closing the book that rested on his lap.

�Listen,
even if the bond can send us insane, as you said yourself, it has to be closed
off for two days, Granger. We�re only planing on blocking it for an hour or two
at the most� Draco said, once again looking up from his book.

The
brown haired girl glared to the blonde. �That�s not the point!� She snapped, her hands gripping tightly to the book as she
held it up for the two boys to view. �In here, page two hundred and three,
paragraph nine, it states, in bold letters, that if this bond is blocked, it
can do serious damage to both bonded partners!� She snapped,
her eyes narrowed on the two.

Draco
rolled his eyes. Closing his own book after placing a marker in it, he leaned
forward and snatched the large volume out of the Gryffindors hands.

�Hey!�

Leaning
back in his chair he looked down at the open page, his eyes skimming over it,
taking in the words while at the same time ignoring Harry who had leaned over
him, also reading the passage that the girl was talking about.

Once
he finished, the blonde looked up, his eyes moving back over to Granger who sat
on the other side of the table, her arms crossed over her chest as she raised a
brow in a knowing fashion.

�Granger,
this says nothing about going insane after two hours of blocking the bond� he
stated.

Harry
tugged the book out of the Slytherins hands as he re-read the passage. �Also,
this more or less states that they went insane because they decided they didn�t
love each other anymore and so blocked the bond off. Malfoy and I don�t even
love each other to begin with� The brunette stated, handing the book back over
to the girl.

Rolling
her eyes as she took the book back, Hermione looked to the two boys. �How many times
do I have to tell you two this? In order to successfully use the Se astringo Totus, there has to be at least something there?� The
girl asked.

This
statement, as usual, caused a frown to pass over all other occupants of the
table.

�As
far as I know Granger, Potter and I can hardly handle looking at each other,
let alone consider liking each other� Draco stated, his arms crossing over his
chest as he glared over to the girl for making such a preposterous statement.

�Granger,
if you don�t remember, the bond worked because they were both willing to bond. As much as you want a
happily ever after, this is Potter and Draco, those words can�t be put in the
same sentence for them� Blaise stated from beside a nodding Millicent.

Huffing,
the brown haired witch crossed her arms over her chest.

With
the discussion closed, the six returned to their studying.

Present: Nine forty-five, twentieth of
January

�Ahh,
I see Severus got the message to you� Voldemort said with a pleased tone as he
looked up from his table, his dark eyes resting on the blonde teen that had
just stepped into his office.

�Yes
my Lord, I�m sorry I�m late� Draco said as he kneeled in front of the Dark
Lord, his head bowed.

�Hm,
I�m not going to hide the fact that I am disappointed with you young Malfoy,
you were meant to report to me long before now, though I will accept that it
was for your families safety that you did it� Voldemort said, his voice light
in the room.

Draco
bowed his head lower, �Thank you my Lord, once again, I am sorry� he said,
fighting back the cringe when the apologies passed his lips. It was the last
thing he wanted to do, apologise to Voldemort.

�You
may rise� the Dark Lord said. When Draco did so the man turned back to his
desk, a quill resting between his fingers. �Do you have any news about
Dumbledore or the boy?� the man inquired, his eyes not rising to meet the young
blonde.

Frowning
a little at the way he was being addressed, Draco shook his head. �As far as I
know sir, Potter is still being trained by a trusted friend of some sorts, and
Dumbledore seems to be putting his energy into making Potter unbeatable� he
spoke.

Slowly
Voldemort�s quill stopped, his eyes slowly rising to meet the now nervous
Slytherin�s. �Unbeatable?� he asked, his head tilting to the side as he studied
the teen. Draco�s eyes widened - a movement that was barely noticeable - as he
realised that he had indeed used the wrong words, and because of his
foolishness he was most likely about to be punished.

�My
lord, I only meant that he was being trained, I don�t mean that he will become unbeatable� he spoke, trying
to gain his safety.

Raising
his brows, Voldemort studied the boy, as if waiting for him to suddenly break
and spill all his secrets, after a few seconds and such not happening, the man
looked back down to his papers, once again acting as if Draco weren�t in the
room.

Patiently,
Draco waited, watching the Lord closely, trying to predict his next move. He
wanted that to be it, he wanted the man to just release him now, say he could
leave, go back to Hogwarts where it was safe, where he couldn�t hurt him. But
he knew there was more to come, he knew there was much more that was needed to
be discussed, and Voldemort was only making him nervous by making him wait.

His
gaze slowly left the man and began to scan around the room, taking in the place
he hadn�t visited for months now. It was a medium sized room, there was a
fireplace crackling to his left with a small rug in front of it, almost looking
welcoming to sit on. To the right of him there was a large cabinet, its
contents hidden by the small wooden doors. In front of him, was where Voldemort
sat at his large mahogany desk, papers and books neatly packed on it, a small
ink bottle in the middle along with some spare quills; behind Voldemort was a
large gothic arched window that overlooked the dark forest, curtains pulled
back so that the view was wide and clear, the room was probably your ordinary
looking study.

�You
do realise that your report is not an acceptance?� The man asked after some
silence, his eyes not once leaving the parchment that he was still scratching
into with the quill and black ink.

Draco
looked back to him and nodded, �Yes my Lord� he said, knowing that to keep his
answers simple was his best option.

�I�m
very disappointed in you Draco, your father is also showing disappointment in
you� Voldemort spoke, his eyes finally raising to meet the blondes, it was
almost like seeing Dumbledore all over again, but without the half moon glasses
to look over, also this man was much more intimidating.

Once
again he bowed his head, not daring to speak.

�Now,
do you know who this �trusted friend�, who�s training the boy, may be?�
Voldemort asked after another small pause.

�No
sir, but I am certain that Dumbledore also helps in Potter�s training, I�ve
overheard him discussing it with his friends� he informed, glad that there was
at least some news he could give the man.

Through
the bond he could sense Harry�s nervousness as he listened to the conversation.
He could even feel the ghost brush of a hand across the back of his, a calming
touch.

The
bond was getting a little easier to manage, though he was sure that if they
closed it off any further he would have difficulty, he could already feel the
slight tug and the bonds needs in the back of his mind, he could only imagine
what it was going to do once Potter and himself were back at arms reach.

Pushing
the thoughts away, Draco waited for the Dark Lord to continue, his hands
clasped behind his back as he did.

�Now
Malfoy� Voldemort started as he slowly lowered the quill, his red eyes skimming
over the parchment one last time before nodding in satisfaction and standing,
his eyes moving off the paper and travelling to the blonde Slytherin. �What are
you thoughts on Potter?� He asked.

Draco
frowned slightly, �Sir?�

Walking
around the desk, Voldemort leaned back on it, his arms folded over his chest as
his eyes levelled on the Slytherin. �Potter! You�ve
seen him around school, had fights with him, no doubt. What is your take on
him? Do you see him as a smart boy? Strong? Cunning? What are your thoughts on him?� the man asked,
tilting his head to the side.

Mulling
the question over in his head, Draco tried to think of the best way to answer,
should he tell the truth? White lie? Or just a plain lie? �Potter is� Well, I�m not sure about
his strength, but he does tend to come best over me� he admitted with
difficulty and a small blush. �In his lessons, though, I�d say his average� the
boy said, knowing that that part wasn�t exactly a lie, but it wasn�t the full
truth. Though Potter wasn�t the smartest in his classes, especially those
classes that Granger was in, he was still smart enough to pass his exams
without worry. �In my opinion, Potter understands what his doing, but at the
same time he doesn�t see the outcome of his actions, whether they be good or
bad� he stated.

Voldemort
nodded, thinking over the information. �You have still forgotten to mention one
thing, young Malfoy� the man said, as he pushed himself off the desk and began to
idly walk around the room, his hands clasped behind his back in a casual manor.

�Sir?�
the blonde asked, trying to think over the information he had given out, and
that information that which he hadn�t given out.

�Parkinson,
I�m sure you remember, was newly recruited into the Death Eaters ranks. She
reported something in which you are yet to report� the man said easily as he
stopped in front of the fireplace, his eyes watching the flames dance about in
the cavern.

His
panic somewhat raising, Draco almost physically hit himself over the head for
forgetting the girl, of course, Pansy had pulled him aside a while back, all
giddy as she told him about her initiation. How could he forget about her?

Voldemort
turned his head, looking over his shoulder to the blonde with a raised brow.
�Memory loss?� he asked a small smirk on his lips. �Let me remind you� he
offered as he turned around to look at the young teen. �Your new room mate�
goes by the name of Harry Potter?� he asked, raising a brow.

Draco�s
eyes widened as he realised what the man was talking about. Of all the things
to forget, why did he have to forget that
piece of information?! Through the bond he felt Harry�s panic rise, as well
as the hand now slip into his, the ghost touch tightening.

�Sir�
I� he started, trying to find the right words. It seemed like it was of no use
to try and save himself. Voldemort�s eyes had
narrowed, the redness in them piercing through his very soul. The atmosphere
seemed too darkened, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

All
his instincts were telling him to run, to get out of the room and as far away
from Voldemort as he could, to get back to Hogwarts, back to Harry. But he was
stuck, his feet routed to the carpet, his eyes glued to the powerful wizard in
front of him, his heart beating loudly behind his ribcage.

�Now
why, Draco, do you feel that this information is not important enough to tell
me?� Questioned Voldemort, his brow raised, the anger showing clearly on his
pointed face. In his right hand he casually held his dark wand, twirling it
between his fingers, an action that caused Draco to bite the inside of his
cheek, he found it hard to tear his eyes away from the man that was now slowly
approaching him, wand now firmly held in his hand, yet to be pointed in the
vicinity of Draco�s form.

�I��
he was truly at a loss for words, and with that being so, it was going to bring
him his death. He had to think of something and he had to think quickly.
Through the bond he could feel Harry�s panic for him; he could feel the ghost
form of the Gryffindor surrounding him, as if trying to protect him from the
onslaught that was bound to come.

His
heart was hammering in his chest, his fear rising to a whole knew extent, it
even surpassed the fear he had felt the first time he had seen Voldemort. Or
even when he decided to place his life in Dumbledore�s hands, dishonouring his
family and friends, and become a spy. This was a fear he didn�t want to
experience.

He
couldn�t afford to be caught out, he could afford to loose his cover as a spy,
not only because he was still in Voldemort�s reach, but because now that Potter
and himself were bonded, he was needed more then ever to find information that
would be of some use to them. He couldn�t be caught out, but to cover his
tracks he needed to think carefully on how to answer the Dark Lord, and with
his stuttering beforehand, it was not looking very good.

Voldemort
had walked up to him, now standing only meters in front of him, his glowing red
eyes trained steadily on the blonde. He raised a waiting brow, his lips pursed
tightly together. �Well?� he asked, clearly waiting to hear the Slytherins
excuses before he began the cursing.

He
wanted to close his eyes, to count to ten before he answered, so as to calm his
beating heart. But he held tight as his mind searched for reasoning; everything
he thought of would all end with either his death, torture or a loss in trust,
all something he couldn�t risk.

Voldemort
seemed to patiently wait for an answer, though there was the shadow of anger
beneath his calm pretence. Draco just hoped he wouldn�t have to be on the
receiving end of the anger; something he knew was going to happen, no matter
how hard he prayed.

In
his mind he could already sense the pain that was surely about to come, but
what scared him the most was that he may lose his concentration over the bond,
and with that happening it would make him lose control over the power he was
putting into concealing the link from Voldemort. That was not something he felt
like seeing the end result too.

�I�d think quickly� Harry�s voice stated,
though much quieter then it usually was, that being because of the amount of
the bond that had been blocked.

�My
Lord, I didn�t mean to seem untrustworthy, nor did I mean to keep that
information from you on purpose� Draco started, hardly knowing where he was
going with his words. �If I had known you wished to be informed of the
situation by me in person, I would have done so without hesitation. I had
assumed that another of your Death Eaters, in Hogwarts, had already delivered
the information. I beg your forgiveness. I should not have assumed such things�
he stated, lowering himself to one knee, his head bowed.

There
was an ire silence that hung over the room, the only thing that broke it was
the crackling of the fireplace near them.

Harry�s
presence was still surrounding him, somewhat making him feel comforted with the
sense of protection that it gave. But he was still in Voldemort�s path of
anger, and Harry was not here to save him� though he wasn�t asking the brunette
to save him.

�You
are foolish to assume you have the right to decide what you should, and what
you shouldn�t report to me, Malfoy� Voldemort started, his eyes glaring down on
the blonde head. �And if it wasn�t for who you are, I assure you, you would not
be alive to see the next day� he said, making the teens breath catch.

Was
he really about to kill him, all because he had failed to mention that one
thing?

�However�
Voldemort once again resumed twirling his wand between his fingers, a slick
smirk crossed his lips. �I will grant your pardon, you are much too valuable to
me now more then ever� he said.

Draco
bowed his head, a wave of relief washing over his body as his life was spared.
That was, truly, a close call. Slowly he stood, his hands still clasped behind
his back.

Voldemort
spared him a look, his eyes studying him closely, as if trying to decipher the
right decision that plagued him. He raised his wand. �However, this does not
mean you are free to go unpunished. Cruciatus!� He hissed, a jet of magic shooting from his
wand, hitting the stunned Slytherin in the chest.

As
soon as the curse hit him, Draco felt his entire form contract. His veins
burned like acid, his muscles tightening until almost too painful to bear.

He
gasped in pain, as he felt the curse move through out his body, making it
convulse. His knees buckled before giving out, causing him to collapse to the
floor. His eyes closed, his hands balled into fists, nails digging into his
skin.

Through
all this pain, he could feel the bond, he could feel its panic, but most of all
he could feel Harry. He could feel the Gryffindor experiencing a mild form of
his pain, and he could sense the worry that was coursing through him, and he
was sure he could hear his name being shouted in the back of his head, he was
sure he could feel ghost like arms wrapping around his from, a hand brushing
back his hair. He knew this was Harry through the bond, trying to calm him,
trying to help him get through the torture. Though it was accepted, it did
little to stop the pain that surged through his body; and it did little to stop
the cry he gave when it almost became unbearable.

�Be
that of a lesson to you. Never assume�
Voldemort said, raising the curse with a flick of his wand, his eyes narrowed
on the form that panted heavily on the floor.

Draco
felt his bones protest as he moved them. He could never handle high amounts of
the Cruciatus curse; his body could never adjust to it.

Slowly,
and awkwardly, Draco rose to his feet, his hands begging to hold something to
keep himself steady. With a shaky breath, he fought to contain himself, fought
to keep his posture straight and strong, less Voldemort see how far the curse
had weakened him.

�It
will not happen again, My Lord� he said, his voice wavering, only slightly.

Making
his way back towards his desk, Voldemort sat at the large black leather chair,
his wand resting beside his now clasped hands, his eyes levelled on the blonde.
�I should hope not� he stated. �Now, let�s move back to business� he said, his
chin raising. �Parkinson has informed as to the reason Potter and yourself are sharing quarters, but I believe there is an
alternate motive behind them� Voldemort stated.

Frowning,
Draco waited for the man to continue, interested to hear what his theory was.

�I
believe Dumbledore is trying to get Potter and yourself� closer, so as he may
get yet another person to join his� cause� the man sneered, not at all please
with the thought.

Raising
a brow, Draco managed to bite his tongue, waiting to hear more of this mans
thoughts. It was truly an interesting theory, if not a little off track.

�Dumbledore,
as much as a fool as he is, knows that the more powerful wizarding family he has
on his side, the more of an advantage he has� Voldemort continued, his sneer
turning to one of loathing and disgust. �We�re going to work with this, make
Dumbledore believe he is succeeding in bringing you into their field of
playing� the man stated.

Now
he couldn�t help but question. �You wish for me to become a spy?� he asked.

Bringing
his eyes back to the teen and away from the portrait that hung over the
fireplace, Voldemort nodded, his hands rising and his chin resting on them.
�Yes. And while you live with Potter, I want you to find out as much as
possible about him. I don�t want to make a move yet, I want you to study him�
he said, his eyes dancing with future ideas.

Bowing
his head in understanding, the teen took the assignment, eager to get out of
the mansion and back to Hogwarts before he collapsed in sheer pain. His body
was still complaining about the curse being placed over him for the amount of
time it had been, and he could feel his energy running low, making him have to
use most of his reserves just to push the now fighting bond at bay. He had to
get back to school, before his cover was blown.

�Everyone
has their weaknesses; Potter�s is his friends and stupidity. But I want more
then this; I want you to find out what will break him. I want to know all there
is to know about the boy� Voldemort stated, in his eyes was the growing glint
of a mad man.

Whenever
he spoke of Potter, whenever he thought about the Gryffindor, his eyes would
darken with a mad sheen in them. His entire face would speak insanity.
Otherwise anyone would believe he was a perfectly sane man, if not with a few
issues.

�Of
course, My Lord� Draco said, once again bowing his head, his breath becoming
heavier as he pushed all his energy into hiding the bond. It was fighting him,
he could sense the battle, and he could feel the pull, the emergency blooming
and tugging. And he couldn�t help but remember Hermione�s warnings about
insanity if the bond was kept at bay, something that made him want to return to
school quicker so that he may release the hold on it.

�I
want reports weekly, Malfoy, no more hiding out!� Voldemort stated, his eyes
narrowing back onto the Slytherin. �If you can�t deliver it to me personally,
because of suspicion, then give the information to one of the others, Parkinson
will do� the man stated, leaning back in his chair, his wand once again held in
his hand.

Draco
nodded, �Of course� he stated, wishing more then anything to be excused. He was
becoming weaker by the minute, and the bond was surly starting to win.

�Good.
Now, unless there is anything else you assume I needn�t hear about, you may go�
Voldemort stated with his brow raised.

Draco
shook his head, �No my Lord, there is nothing else to report� he spoke
truthfully, if not a little weekly.

The
man nodded, and with a wave of his hand as he returned to his parchment, Draco
was excused.

Stumbling
back through the forest, Draco�s breaths became laboured, his limbs growing
heavy. Though he had been under the Cruciatus curse multiple times as
punishments, this was the first time it had ever affected him in such a
weakening way. Then again, he supposed that it had some effect on the bond, in
which was making him react so negatively towards the curse.

As
soon as he was pass the wards, Draco closed his eyes, his concentration leaving
the bonds concealment, and instead he pushed what was left of his energy into
apararating back to Hogsmeade, not even caring if he would be able to reach
Hogwarts before he was completely drained of his energy, all he wanted to do
was get out of the vicinity of Voldemort, and if it be Hogsmeade that he
collapsed in, then so be it.

With
a sharp tug at his navel, and a wave of dizziness to overtake his mind, Draco
was propelled forward, and only short moments later his feet hit solid ground
again, making him stumble, his energy far to low to stop himself from
collapsing to his knees.

He
barely managed to open his eyes as he felt arms warp around his waist, but once
he saw a small flash of concerned jade he let them close again, allowing his
mind to fall into darkness and his body to give into the weariness.

TBC�

Authors Notes: This is the chapter I
had been at before my stories were pulled down, so from now on updates will
have a while between, I�ve only written about half of the next chapter, so
hopefully the next update won�t be too far away. Thanks for your patience all
those who have already read this story and have been waiting for me to get back
to this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed.
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