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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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So here we are! Chapter 8! This one was a lot easier to write, though my poor beta reader. Lots of things to fix in this chapter, but it is now finished and ready for all you lovelies to read! I hope you enjoy it!
Unwanted bonds
Chapter 8
The second week in November started, and so did classes for Harry. He was happy to find out that with Hermione's help, he had not fallen as far behind as he thought. Most of the Professor's were glad for that as well, a little extra work and Harry would be fully caught up with everyone in his year; if he continued at the pace they had set for him, it wouldn't be long before Harry was further ahead than everyone other then Hermione. Harry was mostly sure that Hermione made it a point to finish up the school year before everyone else did.
It seemed that the only professor, that it was impossible for Harry to please, was Professor Snape. Honestly this did not surprise him in the least; man was never happy with Harry's work, despite the time and energy Harry put into it but it was hardly like this was a new thing.
The one-on-one lessons with the potions master were rapidly becoming something Harry hated vehemently. It was only rivalled by Harry's new found Occlumency lessons. He believed he hated them most of all, perhaps simply because he was expected to be down in Snape's office three times a week; three times a week, reliving memory after memory of his not so great childhood, his misadventures through the school, and of the nightmares he had experienced in his life.
Snape seemed to take great joy in informing Harry that he was even worse at Occlumency then at Potions, but Harry wasn't allowed to stop these lessons, he wasn't allowed to take a break from them for just a week, just long enough for the constant throbbing behind his eyes to go away.
No instead the weeks dragged on and he was given no choice but to continue with his classes. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Harry would be down the dungeons, being knocked down from the brutality of his lessons with Snape.
With his now overly packed lesson plan, Harry found that the end of November came quickly, and already the excitement for Christmas was streaming through the school, as the majority of the students could talk about nothing else but going home for two weeks. Harry was also looking forward to the Holidays; though he would no longer be going to the Burrow, thanks to Ron's attitude towards him.
Harry had decided that going there for two weeks was probably not the best idea; despite Fred and George telling him that their mother would straighten Ron out and make sure he didn't try anything. Harry did believe that, but it honestly wasn't Ron he was worried about though, it was his magic. If Ron pushed one to many of his buttons and Harry lost control at the Burrow, he was terrified that someone could be hurt. No it was much better to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, since he was fairly sure that Blaise was staying as well.
It was Tuesday, and everyone was getting ready for the train ride back to kings cross so they could be home for Christmas Eve; all Harry had to do was get through today and then his vacation could start. No school and, far more excitingly, no Occlumency lessons for two whole weeks.
But even that prospect wasn't stopping Harry from trying to practice his Occlumency in the meantime, as bad as he was at it. He hated it because he couldn't, for the life of him, understand how it was supposed to be done. He was desperately trying to make progress, and follow the steps Snape had outlined again and again, as Draco's raised voice could be heard through his door once again. But that was ignored easily enough; the anger that was once again directed at him, for something not his fault, was exactly the reason why Harry was trying so hard to block Draco out completely.
"Draco, calm down already." Blaise snapped, getting fed up with Draco's attitude since the night before. He was getting more than a little worried about the effect Draco's mood swings were going to have on Harry. According to Draco, who had accompanied Harry to his last couple lessons with Snape, Harry was so bad at Occlumency, that he was surprised Snape was even wasting his time with the golden boy.
"No Blaise!" Draco continued to argue. "You were supposed to come back with me. You said-"
"I said I would be there for Christmas dinner," Blaise interrupted, "and I will be. I have permission to use the floo, and I will even arrive early if you want. But I am staying here for vacation." Blaise watched as Draco paused in his packing long enough to glare at him before he continued.
"Forgive me for thinking you actually might want to spend the Holidays with me," Draco growled, "I should have known that you would rather spend your time here with Potter. That's all you've been talking about since Halloween. It's Harry this, and Harry that." Draco's voice rose slightly as he said this, even though he wasn't quite yelling. Draco wanted to make sure that Harry could hear, as well as feel all the anger he had towards him right now.
"I told you why I am staying, Draco, and I will NOT have this argument with you again!" Blaise said in frustration as he glared at his boyfriend.
Over the past month, ever since Harry had been attending classes again and had started the special lessons with Snape, Blaise had noticed that Harry was starting to look more tired. This was particularly true on the nights he had Occlumency lessons and Blaise had found Harry more than once sitting in their common room in the middle of the night, either reading or just staring into the fire. His excuse was always that he just couldn't sleep.
"Just forget it then," Draco said in a huff. "I wouldn't want you to think spending Christmas with me is a chore, forgive me for thinking you cared enough-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Draco Malfoy," Blaise said, cutting him off and fixing him with a fierce glare that made the blond stop cold. "You know damn well how I feel about you, so don't try your pathetic guilt trips on me. I told you last month, that I thought going back to your parent's house for the full holiday would be a bad idea; I will not always be there for you to hide behind whenever you want to avoid your father for a bit longer."
"I am not avoiding my father! If I was doing that, I wouldn't be going back for the Holidays," Draco pointed out. Even though the blond wasn't yelling it was easy for Blaise to see that Draco was still very upset.
Still hidden away in his room, Harry also knew that Draco was upset, even more so now than he had been just a moment ago. What Blaise had said to the blond had affected him and Draco was now mad at Blaise and Harry, both. So it came as no surprise when he heard the door across the hall slam shut as Draco left. Harry waited another moment or two, to make sure that Draco was gone from the common room as well, before he pulled himself off his bed and went to the door.
Opening it slightly, he looked out into the hallway. He saw Blaise standing there looking down the hall, and wondered if Blaise was going to go after Draco. It really wasn't the way to start off the holidays, and Harry couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was partly his fault they were fighting right now. Blaise must have heard Harry's door open, because he glanced over at him, he gave the smaller boy half a smile. Harry gave him an awkward smile back as he opened his door the rest of the way and stepped out into the hallway to join him.
"Sorry you had to hear that," Blaise said, and he really did feel sorry for Harry, knowing that he had to have heard the argument.
"I'm used to it," Harry said and Blaise raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, not you and Draco fighting, but Ron and Hermione fought a lot," he clarified. "And... it's never been a secret that Draco doesn't like me, so having it confirmed to be true," Harry gave a dismissive shrug, "I guess isn't all that bad." He smiled and Blaise shook his head.
"You know, that's not really something to smile about."
"I know. But there isn't anything I can do about it, so why worry?" Harry tried to explain."As soon as we find a book, this bond is going to be broken. Then things will go back to normal...well, mostly back to normal," Harry amended, thinking of Ron. Even if the red-head did do another about-face and realise that he was being an arse, Harry didn't think things could ever be the same between them. Not now anyway.
"I personally don't think it's that easy." Apparently Blaise was thinking similar thoughts to Harry, but more along the lines of; the bond, broken or not, was going to leave lasting affects for all of them. Though Blaise figured that in Draco's case it was likely that once the bond was broken the blond would go back to hating Harry, possibly even more so than he did now.
"No, but I like to be optimistic." Harry grinned.
"There is such a thing as being over optimistic," Blaise pointed out, smiling back at Harry.
"I know, but it's what keeps me going some days," Harry said, before he made his way down the hall to their small common room. Blaise followed him and sat down in one of the chairs closest to the fire as the two of them fell into an awkward silence.
Harry realised that, even though he had talked to Blaise more than he had Draco, this was the first time that the two of them had really been alone together, that didn't involve Harry's magic going crazy.
"You're really not going to go after Draco?" Harry asked after finding his own seat on the floor in front of the fire.
It was the one thing Harry hated most about winter, being as skinny as he was he got cold very easily; and on top of that he had never had any proper winter clothes, thanks to them all being at least four sizes too big for him. So his favourite place was always to sit right in front of the fire whenever he could.
"No, if I went after him we'd just argue some more. And I'll be going over there Christmas day to spend the day with him most likely," Blaise said and he couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment that crossed Harry's face, though it was hidden just as quickly as it appeared.
"What are your plans for the Holidays?" Blaise asked.
Harry just shrugged."I honestly don't know." Harry admitted. This was the first year since he started school that he would not be spending Christmas with Ron and his family. And he wouldn't be seeing Hermione until January either, since she was going home to see her own family for Christmas.
"Not one for planning?" Blaise asked and Harry shrugged again.
"I never found the point in planning for the Holidays." Harry sounded almost bitter as he said this. For him growing up, Christmas vacation was never something to look forward to; it was just another thing he was excluded from. And then at Hogwarts, he always had Ron, and Ron's family to spend the holidays with, and even Hermione.
Blaise sat in his chair and studied Harry, as the raven haired boy stared into the fire. There were so many things about the boy that Blaise didn't know, and was growing more curious about day after day. First there were the scars that he had seen on Harry before. He had not brought it up, since Harry had insisted he didn't want to talk about it, but Blaise had not truly stopped thinking about them. And then there were the nightmares that he knew Harry suffered from, despite the silencing charms; there were some nights that Harry forgot to put them up. The nightmares only seemed to happen after his Occlumency lessons, which Blaise thought was understandable. He figured Harry had his fair share of bad memories just from school; if he was forced to relive them during his lessons, it only made sense that he would dream about them later.
"You're not really one for talking," Blaise pointed out, catching Harry's attention again.
"Is... that a problem?" Harry asked looking at Blaise curiously.
"Not really, just making an observation, I guess. It's going to be a real quiet two weeks if we just sit here and not talk to each other." Blaise watched as Harry turned his attention back towards the fire.
"I've never really had anything worth talking about," Harry admitted. "And, there's not much point is there? I mean, after the bond is broken it's not like we'll still be on speaking terms," Harry didn't look at Blaise, so he missed the look of surprise Blaise was giving him.
"Are you really that thick?" Blaise shook his head. "Never mind. Look, Harry; even if we break this bond, that doesn't mean we can't spend the time getting to know each other now, and when it's broken... I'm not as shallow as some people, we don't have to just cut ties and walk away." Blaise leaned forward in his chair, Harry never once turned to look at him, but he did notice the way that Harry's whole body seemed to tense up as he talked.
"Harry," Blaise said, trying to get Harry's attention on him instead of the fire. But Harry still didn't move, though he was listening. Harry just didn't know how to take what Blaise had said. After the bond was broken, Draco would hate it even more if Blaise continued speaking with Harry.
"Why?" Harry finally asked.
"Why what?"
"Why are you trying so hard?" Harry finally looked away from the fire and locked eyes with Blaise. Blaise lost himself in those green eyes, they were the most brilliant and unique green eyes he had ever seen; Warm and vulnerable. Blaise knew that whatever he said now could affect things drastically between Harry and himself.
"Because Harry, I think you're worth it." Blaise chose his words carefully, trying to put as much feeling into that one sentence as he could. Harry studied him in silence before his attention was taken by the fire again.
Blaise didn't quite know how to take that, but before anything else could be said Harry shifted himself back until he was resting against Blaise's legs. Blaise smiled, running his fingers through Harry's hair and watching with amusement as Harry seemed to relax even more at his touch. It was then that he realized, over the past month and a half that he had been living in the same rooms as Harry, he still didn't truly know the other boy. He knew that Harry was very private and kept a lot of things to himself; there even seemed to be a lot that Granger, Harry's supposed best friend, didn't even know.
"So, Granger is going back for the holidays as well?" Blaise asked. Harry made a small noise of conformation nodding his head. "And you really have nothing planned for yourself for Christmas?"
"... No," Harry sighed. "I was supposed to go home with Ron, but..." Harry let that sentence trail off, there was no need to go into detail about why he wasn't going to the Burrow.
"Yeah, I suppose that would be a bit awkward." Blaise sighed, still running his fingers through Harry's hair as they fell back into a more comfortable silence this time.
**B**
Draco was still mad at Blaise; even as he walked into the manor, leaving his bag in the entrance hall for the house elves to take care of, before making his way up to his room to change. He was just on his first step heading up to his room when his mother stopped him.
"Draco, your father wishes to see you in his study once you are settled." Narcissa looked at her son, who merely nodded at her and continued on his way upstairs. She watched him go for a moment before turning and going to finish the last minute preparations for the Christmas Eve party that she was insisting on having this year; despite Lucius' demands that they cancel it.
**B**
Lucius sat in his study, nursing a glass of fire whiskey trying to figure out when things had started to go so horribly wrong for him and his family. He thought back to a few days ago, after the meeting with the Dark Lord, who had seemed far too interested in Draco's health and current life at Hogwarts. Lucius had assured him that Draco was well and awaiting the time when he could prove himself worthy of the Dark Mark.
Of course both Lucius knew that this was not true. Draco had made his complaint about it during the start of summer vacation, when it had been clarified by his father, and godfather, that Voldemort was indeed back. Most of Draco's family would be taking up their previous positions as Death Eaters, but Lucius didn't worry about that, he knew Draco would do as he was told whether he liked it or not his son would carry the Dark Mark as well.
But Lucius was still concerned; increasingly so as he thought back over the conversation he had had with Severus.
Severus had followed him into his study, after they had been dismissed by the Dark Lord and closed the door behind him; they couldn't afford to be disturbed given the nature of the things they had to discuss. Lucius had gone straight for a glass, filling it and downing the fire whiskey, before pouring himself another.
"You appear to be more on edge than usual," Severus had pointed out as he took his usual seat.
"I am surprised that you are not. The Dark Lord is being very secretive about his plans for my son." Lucius had offered Severus a glass as well, which the potions master politely declined. Lucius had taken his own seat before continuing."There is not even just a hint of what he has planned, so I can properly prepare Draco for it."
Severus had not been surprised about the worry in Lucius' voice; Draco was after all his only child and heir to the Malfoy line.
"Draco is a smart boy," Severus had told him sportively, "and when the time comes I believe he will do what he is supposed to do." Lucius had given him an unusual look before sighing and nodding.
"Of course, he is a Malfoy after all." Lucius had spoken as though the name Malfoy would still mean something after the war was over. "So, my friend, what is this favor you wished to ask of me?" Lucius had smiled knowing as he spoke, knowing full well how much Severus hated having to ask help from anyone.
"I wish to borrow a book from your library." Severus was always one to get straight to the point. He never did find much joy in dancing around the subject.
"Of course, you have access to the library. May I inquire which book it is you are looking for?"
"That is why I am asking you. I am looking for a book on bonding." Severus had had to put great effort into stopping himself from gritting his teeth as he said this; the things he did for his godson.
The curious request peeked Lucius' interest quite a bit. "Bonding? My dear friend, I had no idea that you were looking into settling down." Lucius had said with a laugh and Severus wished he had accepted the glass of fire whiskey.
"It is not for me, Lucius," Severus had hissed.
"Oh? And may I ask whom you intend to give this book to? I do after all like to know where my property is going," Lucius had asked with a smirk that had caused Severus to just roll his eyes.
"You can ask, but I cannot answer that. Though, I can reassure you that your property will not leave my possession." This was the only reason that Severus hated asking for anything from Lucius; in contrast to his own dislike for the dancing around the conversation, Lucius loved it, and loved irritating Severus with it.
"Well Severus, there are many books on bonding. If you tell me what kind of bonding information you are looking for, I will be able to point you to the best book to solve your problem." Lucius had leaned back in his chair to watch Severus with great interest, as his friend worked out the best words to describe what he was looking for.
"A bond that allows one control over another's magic, to a point," Severus had tried to explain. "And one that multiple people can enter into."
"That isn't much to go on now is it?" Lucuis had pointed out, a smile still on his face as he called a house elf to retrieve a specific book from the library for Severus. "That book should help; if it's not what you're looking for, please feel free to come back and raid my library." Lucius had watched as Severus took the book from the small elf, shrinking it to fit in his pocket. Severus had nodded once to Lucius before he turned and left.
The conversation had peaked Lucius' interest, as to what the potions master of Hogwarts was up to; though he had not had the time to look into things properly, he could now at least have a conversation with Draco and find out if he knew what Severus was up to.
**B**
Voldemort sat in the room that he had chosen as his own at Malfoy Manor. He could have been other places; he after all was the Dark Lord and was very busy. But no, he was here. Smirking to himself as he stroked the top of Nagini's head while she coiled herself around him and the chair he was currently sitting in. He was here, because of the youngest Malfoy. At first his interest in the boy had been nothing more than to see Lucius and his wife squirm, wanting so much to deny their Lord access to their only son. However now, his interest in the boy had changed, the young Malfoy may indeed prove himself useful, if the information he happened upon was to be believed.
He would wait and see though; he was nothing if not patient, biding his time until the opportunity to strike presented itself. So while he awaited his time with young Draco, Voldemort amused himself once again by invading Harry's mind.
This link between him and Potter, it was so delicious; the pain he could inflict. He could sense it, and Potter was powerless to stop him. Oh, he knew that the boy had been attempting Occlumency, a pitiful attempt at that, and Voldemort took pleasure in ripping down the walls that Harry managed to put up. And each time he did he would leave whispers for the boy and the useless child who could do nothing. It was so perfect being able to use those pitiful memories against him.
If Potter wasn't so dangerous to him, Voldemort knew that Harry would make a powerful ally, but that old fool had made sure to raise his pawn properly. No, Harry was too loyal to the light side, and it would be too dangerous to him to allow him to live.
As Voldemort leaned back in his chair, still stroking his snake's head, he closed his eyes and let the link between him and Potter open. He could see where the boy was, sitting in front of the fire. He could feel how relaxed he was, he could feel that someone cared for the boy. He would have to fix that soon. Closing the link and allowing Harry to have his time of peace, because it would only make it that much more rewarding to break him when the time came. To hear the famous Harry Potter, begging him for death.
**B**
Harry had been dozing in his spot on the floor, still resting back against Blaise. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this relaxed. He probably would have fallen asleep if his scar hadn't given a painful twinge making him tense slightly, preparing himself for what he thought was coming, but the sudden pain didn't increase as expected, making him sigh in relief.
"Harry? You okay?"
"Yeah." Harry looked up at Blaise. "I was falling asleep though...actually," he said as he poked at his foot. "I think my foot fell asleep." He grinned and Blaise laughed, shaking his head.
"That's what you get for sitting on the floor," Blaise told him as he slowly scooted Harry away so he could sand up. Stepping around the younger teen, he held out his hand for Harry to take and, after a moment's hesitation, Harry took it, stumbling against Blaise when his foot, and whole leg throbbed with pins and needles while the blood rushed back down to it.
Blaise kept his arms around Harry holding him up. "Um...thanks," Harry said blushing as he pushed away from Blaise.
"Not a problem, Draco can be just as bad sometimes. Sitting in the same position so long his whole leg looses circulation. Last time that happened I carried him around for forty five minutes before he demanded to be put down." Blaise grinned at that memory and Harry blinked also remembering that day. He hadn't asked what was going on, since he still felt like the intruder here. And technically he was.
Harry suddenly found the floor very interesting as he thought about how mad Draco would be at him for getting even closer to Blaise.
"Don't worry about it Harry," Blaise said and when Harry looked at him in surprise, Blaise smiled. "I don't know what you're thinking, but whatever it is that is making you make that face, don't worry about it."
"But..." Harry started but Blaise put a finger against Harry's lips.
"It's the Christmas holidays, so, stop worrying about stuff for two weeks. And enjoy yourself. I'll be here with you as well." Blaise found that he really liked it when Harry smiled at him like that. It was then that Blaise realized how rare it was that Harry's smiles actually reached his eyes.
"What do you say we go raid the kitchens or something?" Blaise suggested in an attempt to prolong Harry's good mood.
"I think I could go for some hot cocoa," Harry agreed, giving Blaise another genuine smile as he followed him out of their rooms. Perhaps these two weeks weren't going to be so bad after all, he decided.
TBC
Now that this chapter is finished, I would like to let people know that I will be starting my second Harry Potter fanfic soon. I will be keeping up with this one, and writing the second one in my spare time. I have a pretty good idea where I want Unwanted Bonds to go, and where I want it to end. Though there will be many more chapters between now and the end of this story!
I hope to see you all in my new Fic, the name of witch will be announced in my next chapter, along with the pairing and a short summary!
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