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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,
male/male slash, violence.

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

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

Author�s Notes:
Okay, I�m not too impressed with this chapter, but I got it finished and it�s
the best I have. The next chapter will hopefully be better then this. But thank
you all for your reviews, I really enjoy reading them. So I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, and I think I�m going to be sticking with the Dominant Harry with a
Submissive Draco, I find it too difficult to write it the other way around.
Sorry if this upsets anyone.

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

Chapter Nine �
Findings

Past: Fifteenth of
September

Draco sighed as he flicked a small stand of hair away from
his eyes. In front of him sat his Charms assignment, something that was meant
to be handed-in in three periods� he had really held it off for far too long.
Then again, it wasn�t his fault that he was beginning to fall behind in his
school work, he was busy with other things, more important things.

It had been eleven or so days since he was told about the
prophecy, the prophecy that was meant to hold the fate of the world� something
that was complete crap!

What kind of prophecy tells two people that loathe each
other to bind together, and become united with a binding ceremony that was once
used to wed a person to another? How could Dumbledore, his headmaster, ask him to marry Harry Potter? Was the man insane? He�d
rather die then hand the rest of his life over to bind with Potter, the Order
of the Phoenix were definitely going to have to find a plan B!

Growling, the young teen dropped his head into his hands. Even
though he had turned the old fool down, even though he had spat in Dumbledore�s
face, he still couldn�t get that bloody prophecy out of his head!

Why did binding himself to Potter have to be the only answer
to defeating Voldemort? Why did it have to be him and Potter!? Why couldn�t Potter be forced to bind with that Granger
girl? Or even the Weasel? They were more or less already joined together, why
can�t it be them that have to join? Why did it have to be him? It just didn�t make any sense. Of all the people in the entire world it had to be him and Potter!! Enemies!

Sighing, the teen closed his eyes, trying desperately to
push the thoughts of the prophecy away and concentrate more important things,
like his Charms assignment.

�Um� Malfoy, can I speak with you for a moment?� A
questioning and somewhat nervous voice spoke up from near him.

Slowly Draco looked up, dread filling his eyes as he came
eye-to-eye with Harry who was standing only a few feet away, looking as
determined as ever even though his hands were fiddling with the hem of his
sleeve.

�Can�t you choose another time to bother me? I have an
assignment to do� he spat, trying to pull his senses together as he sat up
straight and glared at the brunette Gryffindor.

But Harry didn�t back down, instead he narrowed his eyes and
stepped forward, his fidgeting stopped, looking even more determined then
before. �No, we need to talk, and we need to talk now� he said firmly, meeting
the Slytherins silver eyes with his own.

Draco frowned, �What the hell about?� He snapped, hoping
against hope that it wasn�t about what he was dreading.

�The prophecy� was Draco�s dreaded reply.

�I don�t want to speak about that, Potter. And don�t even
try to talk me into anything, there is no way in hell I�m about to fulfil that prophecy!� He said, suppressing a
shudder at the mere thought of being bound to the Gryffindor fool. In his mind
all he could see was himself and Potter, ninety years old, and still handcuffed
to each other� No, there was no way in hell he was about to let that happen.

�Malfoy, listen� I think we should talk about it� Harry
said.

Raising a brow, Draco stood from his seat, �Talk about it?
Fine, I can do that� he stated as he picked up his school bag and began to pack
his stuff away. �Let�s talk about it� he said, �I don�t want to do it, I know
for a fact that that is the last
thing you want to do, we would both rather die then even begin to think about
spending our lives with each other. Had enough of a discussion yet?� he asked
as he put his ink bottle away, looking up at the brunette, he raised his other
brow.

Harry frowned, �Listen Malfoy, like it or not, it�s been
prophesied and it will help in the war, and like it or not, it involves the two
of us binding and the two of us working together� he stated as he placed one
hand against the bookshelf and the other on the desk, blocking Draco�s escape
route. �We have to talk, properly!� he hissed, narrowing his eyes on the
equally narrowed silver ones.

Readjusting his bag on his shoulder, Draco glared up at the
teen, not at all impressed on being cornered. �Listen, I have no interest in
bonding with you, I don�t care what you think or say. I�m not fulfilling that
bloody prophecy!� He snapped, moving to push his way past the Gryffindor.

As he past the teen, the blonde felt his wrist being
grabbed, his body being forced to turn around and slammed back against the
bookshelf.

�Listen to me!� Harry hissed as he leaned towards the
Slytherin, whose glare had now intensified ten-folds. �Whether you like it or
not, we are in a prophecy! And whether you like it or not, we are going to talk
about it!� he snapped.

Giving a tug on his wrist to release it from the other�s
grasp, Draco glared at the teen, �I don�t need to listen to you Potter! I�ve
made up my mind. I�m not going to do it, and that�s final!�

Present: Twentieth of
January

�Shit!� Draco yelled as he slammed his fist into the hard
stone wall, ignoring the strong surge of pain that followed from it. The blonde
glared at the greyness in front of him. Nothing was going right, he was back at
first base, back where he started, and if he could remember correctly, he had
hated where he had started.

He was back in the Room of Requirements, standing at least twenty-five
feet from the brunette Gryffindor, and he was close to walking � resisting the
urge to run � back to him.

They were back at stage one, they were back where they had
started no more then a week� or maybe more then that, he wasn�t too sure. So many
things had happened, and just trying to re-cap his year so far would feel like
he was re-capping someone�s entire life up to their late seventies.

�Draco, we have to keep trying� Harry urged from where he
stood, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead which he wiped away with the
back of his sleeve.

He was leaning against one of the four walls, his breaths
out of synch and he looked close to giving up, but he was forced to remember
that both Draco and he had to get the bond back to where it had been before the
Voldemort incident.

Ever since the blondes return, which was only a day and a
half ago; the two had discovered that the bond had returned to its original
state of not getting more then eight feet from each other without feeling the
consequences, and they were already having questions with their whereabouts.

Dumbledore urged them � with a sweet smile and an offer of a
lemon drop � to reclaim their hold over their bond.

�Easier said then
done� Harry scoffed as he pushed himself off the wall.

Massaging his bruised knuckles, Draco ignored the strange
comment that was spoken by Harry and instead glared once at the offending wall
before he turned his glare onto Harry. �Potter, this is all
your fault you know� the blonde stated, once again looking to his
bruised hand with a frown.

On the other side of the room, Harry stood with a glare of
his own, not at all impressed with the blondes accusations. �My
fault? Why is this suddenly my fault?� he asked, crossing his arms over
his chest.

But it was useless, and Draco knew he was just getting angry
at anything and everything. Giving a small sigh, Draco closed his eyes as he
pinched the bridge of his noes. �Just� forget it. I�m taking a break� the
blonde stated, shaking his head lightly. Slowly he walked forward, somewhat
feeling fascinated on how the bond reacted to his movements. It seemed to
instantly become a three year old child that was going to get one wish come
true. It was disturbing.

Harry didn�t put up any argument to the statement, instead,
he also made his way for the door, following the blonde out, and much like
Draco, Harry concentrated on his bonds reaction to their close proximity.

The bond was a little confusing at times. There were moments
where it could handle long distance between its partners, and yet sometimes it
couldn�t bear it.

�What should we do now?� The Gryffindor asked as they
approached their portrait.

Draco gave a light shrug as he stopped in front of the
picture and quickly spoke the password.

Having nothing better to do, each teen made their own
destination: Harry towards his bed and Draco towards the fireplace.

Climbing onto the bed and pulling his homework across and in
front of him, the brunette sighed as he rested his head in his perched hand.
His eyes lightly scanned over the words in front of him, a quill already
twirling with boredom in his right hand.

Draco sat in front of the fireplace, a light book in his
laps and a deep frown on his face.

It just didn�t seem fair. He had gone to so much trouble to
get out of his fathers plans for him, he had risked so much just to approach
Dumbledore and tell the coot that he was changing sides and wanted to work for
him, and it had definitely taken a lot of trouble to finally agree to binding
himself to the Gryffindor wounder boy.

Oh, he had studied hours late into the night, through
classes and even during his lunch breaks trying to find another way of becoming
more powerful without the concept of binding as the prophecy proclaimed. The
last thing he had ever wanted to do was bind himself to the stubborn
Gryffindor, but no matter where he looked, there were no answers, and no matter
how hard he tired, the idea of how they could finally end the war and defeat
Voldemort didn�t stop bugging him.

Yes he wanted Voldemort gone from the world, yes he wanted
to get rid of all the Death Eaters that killed innocent lives, and yes he
wanted to end the war, but did it really have to entail binding to Potter? And
why in the world was it the two of them?! Why did it have to be two enemies
that had to bind together and work together to defeat the ultimate bad guy?
That was just stupid.

Scoffing to himself as he opened
his book, Draco pushed all his thoughts to the back of the mind, the last thing
he needed to do was start whining about something that had already happened.

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

It was about an hour later that there was a soft knock on
the door and as Harry answered it when he saw that the blonde Slytherin had
decided to ignore it, he found himself looking at the Headmaster.

�Sir?� He greeted as he stepped
back, allowing the professor into the room.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded to the teen as he stepped
passed him, �Hello Harry, Draco� He said, nodding to the blonde that had looked
up from his book.

�Sir� the Slytherin said politely as he closed his book.

They had already done their briefing with the elderly man,
it had been settled that Draco would report a few detailed ideas to Voldemort,
and to also report Harry�s trainings, all to keep Draco safe from deaths door.

Sitting in the closest lounge, Dumbledore folded his hands
in his lap as he waited patiently for Harry to make his way back over to the
lounges and to sit. As soon as he did the headmaster smiled gently and then
started.

�I�ve been thinking about what happened in your training session
last time� he stated.

Harry raised a brow, his interested completely captured.
Draco had now completely discarded his book as he sat more comfortably on the
ground.

�Remus was also interested in the outcome, and as you know
he has been studying up on this binding charm since we enlightened him on the
new prophecy� The elderly man stated, �We think we might have found a way
around it, but it�s only a thought, we�re still looking further into it.�

Draco raised a brow, �When reading all the books that we
have on this curse� Draco started - long ago had both Harry and himself
referred to the bonding charm as a curse - �We found nothing that would help
us.�

Dumbledore nodded, �I know, but I�ve recently gotten some
books sent to me, a few of the books that have come in have actually shared a
lot of insight� he stated, looking amused as he watched both the boys look to
each other, then back to him with anticipation.

Harry frowned, �Why didn�t we order these books before?� He
asked.

Dumbledore smiled gently, �Before I was unsure that these
books would be of any use to us, but Mr Lupin assures me that it will indeed
help. As well as the small fact that they were in the possession of some Death
Eaters, so it would have looked suspicious if I sent them a note requesting it�
he stated as he looked to each with an amused sparkle. �In any case it wouldn�t
hurt to have more information on the bond� he stated as he sat back in the
chair and laced his fingers together.

Draco shifted on the floor as he looked to the Headmaster.
�Do you think there�s a book out there that can somehow decrease the bonds
demands? I mean, we�ve almost� gone too far a few times now, but if there�s a
spell or something out there that decreases it�s pull� maybe we can get through
the war and move on with our lives� he stated, a little hopefully even though
he had stated such a sentence many times before.

Dumbledore gave an apologetic smile to the young blonde as
he shook his head, �I�m afraid that no matter how many books we order we won�t
find a spell that has the power to do that, the Se astringo Totus was
created to last forever, with equal strength throughout it�s birth. We can�t
smoother its pull without risking a great deal of damage to the two of you, it
can send you insane� he informed sincerely but honestly.

Looking once again put-out, Draco nodded and picked up his
book, no longer interested in the conversation in front of him.

�However� Dumbledore stated, his eyes resting on the blonde
boy that once again looked up, �I believe that I have found something within
these books that may help a little, it�s actually older then the Se astringo Totus. It�s rather complicated, and I wouldn�t rest all
my hopes in it if I were you, but from what I can gather from the rough
translations, it�s a spell that can� guide the bonds pulls� he informed as he
looked from boy to boy, making sure they understood that this was all still in
theory.

�But isn�t that like smothering the demands?� Harry asked
curiously as he leaned forward in his chair.

The elderly man nodded as he turned his attention onto the
brunette. �It is simular, but smothering the bond is like forcing something
natural to turn against it�s habit � doing so will cause great consequences,
for the worst most times. Directing the bond elsewhere is more like putting a
small obstacle in nature�s path, it causes it to slow down a little, but not
stop. If we were to direct your bonds pull to other sources, and not towards
completing the bond, it may help a great deal� he said with a small smile as he
watched both teens look more and more hopeful with each word.

�Remember, don�t rest your hopes on it, I�m still studying
it and translating it, I could be mistaken� he said.

Harry nodded in understanding, but he still couldn�t help
but feel the excitement running through him, whether that was excitement from
the blonde sitting on the floor a few feet from him, or it was indeed his own,
he didn�t know. Dumbledore was rarely wrong, and he wouldn�t have given them
the information if he didn�t think it could be used.

�So when will we be able to look at these books?� Draco
asked with a look of hopeful excitement.

Dumbledore smiled as he pulled out four old looking books
that were bound together by a fraying string, �I thought you�d be able to do
with the distraction� he stated as Draco jumped to his feet and took the large
tomes from the elderly mans hands. �I�m sure your friends would be interested
in reading them with you� he stated as he sat back and watched with amusement
as Draco made his way over to Harry and sat beside him, untying the books.

The Gryffindor nodded as he took a book off the small pile,
opening it up and flicking through most of the pages. �What about the
translations?� He asked as he noticed most of the pages were written in a
dialect he could barely understand.

Dumbledore stood and made his way over to the small
bookshelf that was against one of the walls, his finger glided over the spines
of each book before he stopped and pulled one out. �That�s where this book will
come in handy. I�ve already had both Severus and Reamus
go over the books, to translating them, as well as myself.
So you will find some sentences and pages translated, the rest of them, if you
wish, you can translate yourself. I already know that you, Draco, know some of
this language, and I�m quite sure Miss Granger will be of some use in this
area� he stated as he walked to the two boys and handed them the small book.

Harry took the book and found it to be an ancient Latin to
English translator, a handy book if he didn�t say so.

He nodded in thanks. �I�ll get Hermione and Ron� he said as
he flicked open the translator.

Draco was already reading through the first page of the
book, his eyes glued to the contents with fascination as he sat back further in
the lounge and curled his feet up under him.

�No need to bother yourself with that, my boy, I�ve already
sent word to both your friends, and Mr Malfoy�s, to meet you here in - �
Looking to the small clock that was on one of the walls, he went to open his
mouth before smiling brightly when he heard a knock at the portrait. �What
perfect timing� he chuckled to himself as he walked towards the door and opened
it, revealing all four teenagers standing curiously at the portrait entry.

�Welcome, I�m glad you could all make it. Please, come in.
Unfortunately I didn�t bring any of my lemon drops with me, or else I would
offer you some� he stated apologetically as the four students climbed into the
room.

Blaise was quick to walk around the lounges and fall back
onto the single one, his dark eyes curiously trained on his blonde friend.
Millicent entered next and found the chair by the desk comfortable to sit in as
she pulled it over and beside Blaise.

Both Ron and Hermione stood in the middle of the room, Ron
looking around interested while Hermione had her eyes trained on the books the
two boys were holding.

Dumbledore didn�t move from the still open door. �I will be
leaving you six, I�m sure you will all be staying up well into the night,
perhaps you should consider sleeping in here tonight, it looks comfortable� he
stated before smiling and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

�What�s going on?� Ron was the first to ask as he lowered
himself down onto the floor and picked up a discarded book that was sitting on
the small sheep skin rug.

Hermione walked over to the two bonded teens and looked at
the books with widened eyes. �These are ancient!� She stated in awe as she
picked one up from Draco�s lap, �Where�d you get them from?�

Harry smiled at his friends enthusiasm as she started to
flick through the pages, �Dumbledore brought them over, he thought it�d be best
for us to look through them, apparently there are some things in here that can
help us� he stated, barely containing his own excitement.

Ron groaned from behind them, �Not more books� he complained
as he waved the book he was holding around. �I�ve just come from studying,
mate, an hour
in the library, studying that stupid assignment McGonagall gave us� he stated.

�You better put my book down, Weasley� Draco spoke up, his
eyes leaving the pages to glare at the red-head. �And no one is forcing you to
study, but if you want to help at all, then I suggest you stop complaining� he
said before he turned his attention back to the book.

Harry gave a small apologetic smile before following the
blondes lead and moving his gaze down to the book in his lap.

A small groan emanated from Ron as he watched both Hermione
and the two Slytherins choose a book, there was no escaping.

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Draco dropped his head on the back of the lounge, his eyes
closed in exhaustion as he slammed the book shut and threw it off his lap. Five
hours! He had been reading for five hours straight. He ignored Hermione�s glare
of disapproval to his treatment of the delicate book and instead turned his
gaze onto the brunette beside him, who, to his astonishment and annoyance, was
asleep.

Harry�s head was back against the lounge, his eyes were shut
and his lips parted as he took in even breaths. The boy was sleeping, and in
Draco�s opinion if he wasn�t allowed to sleep, Potter wasn�t allowed to sleep.

Elbowing the teen, he watched as a small frown came over his
face, his eyes slowly fluttering open, then his green
gaze moved to Draco � where he settled a glare on him.

�What!?�
He snapped telepathically as he shifted in his seat and pulled his legs out
from beneath him to get some feeling back in them, the book had fallen down the
side of the lounge � which he hastily retrieved when he noticed Hermione
looking over to him curiously.

Draco frowned, �You should know, Potter!� He snapped,
knowing full well that there was really no need for such venom in his voice.

All four people that were in the room looked up at the
sudden sound of someone speaking � something that hadn�t happened within the
last two hours � all eyes turned to the two on the lounge, watching curiously
as the bound couple glared at each other.

�No, I don�t�� Harry said, taking
note of the small waves of anger that came off the blonde. �What�s the matter
with you?� he asked, not knowing if he was stepping on thin ice.

The Slytherin closed his eyes, trying to keep his anger at
bay. �I�m tired and I haven�t found anything that can help. All this
translating is starting to give me a headache� he stated honestly as he
re-opened his eyes and looked over towards the beds, they looked very inviting.

�Why don�t we call it a night then� Hermione pipped up,
surprising everyone.

Ron looked to the girl shocked, �Go to sleep? As in stop
studying, put the books down and go to sleep?� he asked, making sure he had the
right definition.

The brown haired girl glared at him as she sat up and closed
the book that both Ron and her had been looking off.
�Yes, Ron. Sleep! Honestly, do you think I don�t know what I�m talking about?�
She asked with a shake of the head. �We�ve all had long days and it�d be best
if we all got some sleep� she stated as she stood and brushed her skirt down.

Millicent was quick to jump up too. �Great, well I bag�s
Draco�s bed� She said as she made her way over towards Draco�s bed, choosing
Slytherin colours any day over Gryffindor.

Blaise stretched his hands above his head as he also stood.
�I�ll transfigure the lounge into a bed� he stated as he nodded to the lounge
that Harry and Draco were on.

It ended up being put simply. Millicent and Hermione shared
Draco�s bed together, Blaise and Ron slept on the transfigured bed, and Harry
and Draco � much to their discomfort � were told to sleep in the same bed.

The lights were extinguished, and all that could be heard
was the shifting of sheets as everyone got themselves comfortable, occasionally
Ron would speak up about how he wanted an extra pillow, or Millicent and
Hermione would exchange a quite word or two, but both Draco and Harry remained
quite.

They were laying in the same bed, Harry was less then an
arms length from Draco, and both of them felt too tired to even try to stay
awake just in case.

Sparing the brunette a small glance Draco shifted a little,
pulling a pillow that wasn�t beneath his head to rest between himself and the
Gryffindor. It was horrible, lying in Potter�s bed, he
was officially surrounded by Potter. Not only was the Gryffindor an arms length
from him, but all these pillows smelt of him! How was he expected to sleep well
and not worry about how he�d wake up with this smell around him, teasing the
yet to be tamed bond?

�Potter� he whispered as he shifted his gaze towards the
brunette that was lying on his back.

�Yeah?�

Licking his lips Draco shifted onto his side. �However we wake up tomorrow� whatever
position we find ourselves in� just remember that I hate you and I always will�
he said, hardly even knowing why he was saying such things.

Harry shifted in the bed, his gaze moving over to the blonde
beside him, their gaze met and Harry nodded with a small smile. �Will do� he
stated before rolling over, his back now on the blonde. �Good night, Draco�.

TBC�
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