Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter Nine – Ritual Bonding

After the wedding was over, everyone apparated to the Burrow where the reception was being held and it was at this reception that the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, appeared to release the items from Dumbledore’s will. Hermione wasn’t happy to hear that they had held the items for two months after his death and quoted the law the Ministry used to prevent dark artifacts from being inherited as an excuse. It was during this time in the living room of the burrow, while the rest of the guests were in the back yard that Ron was given the deilluminator, Hermione was given a book in ancient runes, and Harry was given the first snitch he ever caught. The minister had watched eagerly as Harry took the snitch from his hands; however he seemed disappointed when nothing happened. The Minster then stated that there was one more thing but since the sword of Gryffindor was a historic treasure, it was not Dumbledore’s to bequeath. Harry knew why the sword of Gryffindor was chosen as it was laced with basilisk venom. He didn’t need it as long as he had the fangs in his pouch. The Minster left rather angry that he didn’t find answers for any of his questions and that Harry continued to resist speaking on behalf of the Ministry.

After the reception ended, the two lovebirds were sent to the Black Italian Villa for their honeymoon. Harry would’ve sent him to one of the Potter Estates; however he still didn’t have access to that information because as far as he knew no elves remained at them. He was able to find out about the Black Estates from Kreacher. The Tonks and Malfoys retired back to their home in Ireland. Hermione stayed with Ron at the Burrow to help with the preparations of the wedding. Harry and Draco went back to the French Chateau with Severus and Rose. It turned out that the reason why the Black family motto was French was because their roots were in France like the Lestranges and Malfoys. Also, the home that Regulus sent Rose was the oldest of the Black Estates and it had the chamber they would need for the ritual bonding. It hadn’t been used in hundreds of years but it still was spotless when they walked into the room. Harry found some books on the requirements of the ritual and discovered that it could be performed after midnight on the morning of the heir’s birth.

Harry spent the rest of July preparing for the ceremony, exploring the gardens, getting to know his aunt, and spending his nights falling into bliss with his beloved. Soon the night of his birthday arrived and Lucius and Narcissa were called to the chateau. They arrived and Narcissa was to advise Harry while Lucius advised Draco. Narcissa went over everything with him in the hours before Midnight.

“Now at Midnight, Lucius and I will perform the magical bond, which is similar to what Dora and Remus had at their wedding. That bonding is the first step of the full bond required of you and Draco. The rest of the ceremony will occur in the chamber, there will be a blood bonding ceremony, which I know you read about. A body bonding ceremony with requires sexual magic and a mental bonding, which is optional. When it is time for the sexual portion of the ritual, you must remember not to use any sexually related magic. No preparation or lubrication spells as they will interfere with the ancient magic. Don’t worry about hurting Draco, as the table will provide a special lubrication when the time is right and you’ll have to use it to prepare him.” She looked at the clock, “It’s almost time and we need to meet the other two.”

Upon the stroke of midnight, Lucius and Narcissa raised their wands and started chanting over Harry and Draco’s clasped left hands. Harry felt warmth spreading through his body and his magical aura shifting as it accommodated Draco’s. Soon the chanting was over and the legal bond was performed. Harry was sure that Draco’s head on the Black Family Tapestry had his name next to it now. Harry took Draco by the hand and led him toward the ancient chamber. It was below ground and in a natural looking cavern. The floor was cobble stone, as if a Black ancestor had replaced the dirt of the cave with it. It must’ve been warded against dust because even after years of not being used it was immaculately clean. In the center of the cave stood a round table with dips for liquid, and Harry knew that Draco would need to lie on the table nude, while Harry performed the blood ritual and sealed it with sex.

Harry quickly flicked his wand at Draco and once he stood miraculously nude before him. He silently led Draco to the table and helped him atop it. Draco’s legs were magically wrapped by chains while he lay there and he managed a whimper, “What are you going to do?”

Harry ignored him as he took Draco’s left hand and cut it open with a slicing spell and squeezed the blood into the basin next to Draco’s hand. After enough blood made it into the basin, Harry quickly healed it and placed the arm down on the table where a gold manacle appeared to keep Draco’s arm in place and Harry moved on to repeat the process on the right side of the table. Harry stood at the top of the table where two other basins were located above Draco’s head. He followed the same process of placing his blood in them, which caused a bowl at the bottom of the table to arise filled with a gold colored liquid. Before Harry moved onto the next part of the ritual he noticed a glowing stone in the side of the table top.

He saw that it read, “Please put in the request of your sexual servant here. What do you want him or her to abide by in your binding marriage?”

Harry pointed his wand and the stone and watched as his thoughts were engraved into it. I want Draco to remain submissive to my will with regards to sexual encounters. I want him to always tell me the truth and I want our bond to be so strong that we have a connection of the mind. I want to be able to hear his thoughts and feel his feelings. Once the engraving was finished, Harry moved to the bottom of the table where he could complete the ritual with the bonding of the bodies. Once his feet stood on the stones at the other end of the table, the chains wrapped around Draco’s ankles lifted toward the ceiling of the cave. This gave Harry the perfect access to Draco’s pert behind and his warm heat.

He dipped his fingers into the gold liquid and it felt wonderful. He decided to tease his love first by filling his palm with the liquid and using it to help Draco with his arousal. He then prepared Draco, which consisted of spreading that golden liquid over the bundle of nerves inside the other boy. Draco made the best noises and soon Harry was about ready to lose himself when he spread the liquid on his own cock and pressed into the warm heat. It only registered momentarily while he mercilessly shagged his new husband for hours that the lubricant must’ve been laced with a lust potion. He continued to pound through a countless number of orgasms and Draco was covered in his own spunk, before Harry’s member finally went flaccid. He sighed and pulled out of his lover only to notice the damage he’d unintentionally inflicted. He stepped back from the table and Draco’s legs were dropped and the bonds disappeared.

Harry sighed when he noticed that the other had collapsed into unconsciousness. Harry quickly spelled them clean since the ritual was over. He knew it had worked because he was privy to the unconscious thoughts of his lover. He lifted the nude boy and apparated the two of them to their bedroom where he applied the soothing and healing balm before falling asleep.

Harry woke later that morning to an owl tapping at their window. He looked over at the still sleeping Draco, and got out of bed to retrieve the letter. He quickly gave the owl a treat before shooing it back out the window. He opened the letter and sighed. It was a letter from one of the Gringotts goblins with an appointment scheduled later that day to go over the Black and Potter Family vaults. Harry didn’t trust how far Voldemort’s reach was getting, so he decided that he and Draco would arrive there under disguise.

Harry called Nilly and asked for breakfast to be served in their bed. The little elf reappeared with two trays with the traditional French breakfast spread. He awoke his love and found that Draco was quite famished. He couldn’t imagine how a three hour marathon could’ve left the other boy starving. He rolled his eyes at his own sarcastic thought as he ate his fruit filled crapes. After they finished eating the two of them dressed and Harry broke the news, “Draco, you shall accompany me to Gringotts today. They want me to look over the family vaults and since you are my bonded partner, it would be best for you to accompany me.”

Draco smiled, “I would love to Harry.”

“Well let’s go have tea with Mother and Father first. I need to ask them something. Something that’s been running through my mind for a bit and I cannot help but think that today we might just find that cup. Nilly told me the two were with Severus and Rose in the drawing room.”

Harry pulled Draco out of the room by his hand and rushed toward the feminine drawing room. The colors were the epitome of French Country, with elegantly detailed plaster ceilings, and a crystal chandelier that hung from a gold medallion. The color scheme was in yellows, fresh blues, and brilliant whites, which were a perfect contrast to the dark wood floors and the masculine black marble fireplace.

Rose smiled up at him from blue and white twill love seat where a relaxed Severus sat next to her, “Harry, that ritual has brought so much magic back to this home. It was as if you two recharged the magic reserves of the wards. I can feel the magical thrums all around and it is rather soothing.”

Severus’s black eyes met Harry’s green, “I have to agree with Rose. This house seems far more peaceful since you and Draco completed the ritual. Perhaps it will cure the insanity for which the Blacks are known.”

Harry just shook his head at Severus’s veiled insult directed at his late godfather and let the questions at the tip of his tongue escape, “I’ve been thinking about things a lot lately. I mean Dumbledore showed me many of the memories he collected about Tom Riddle over the years and I can’t help but wonder if we are overlooking something important as to the location of the cup. He grew up in a muggle orphanage and didn’t have much to his name. He turned the Gaunt Family ring into a cursed object and framed his uncle for the murder. He then did something similar to the family locket, which had once belonged to Slytherin and hid it in a cave he visited in his youth. He somehow located Ravenclaw’s lost diadem and used the pretense of applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position to smuggle it back into Hogwarts. The school that felt more like his home than the orphanage he returned to every summer, I felt the same way because of the Dursleys. He is a half-blood preaching blood purity.” He turned to Lucius, “I know he gave you that diary with the intention of you giving it to a female student in order to open the Chamber of Secrets. Do you think he could’ve given another one of these cursed objects to another follower?”

Lucius paled at the mentioning of the diary, “I think it’s possible. I mean Bellatrix and her husband were the most diligent followers.”

“What is something that Tom, who grew up in the muggle world would never have? He didn’t have the wealth to open up a Gringotts account. Do you think it’s possible that he may have given something to Bellatrix for safe keeping and asked her to place it in her Gringotts vault?”

Snape’s eyes widened knowing exactly what type of object of which Harry spoke, “Harry, I think you’re right. I do think that would be a place he’d choose to hide one of those.”

Lucius’s eyes lit up as he looked over at his son, “Harry, you have a legal way to get into her vault. Since the Lestranges never had children, they named Draco as their heir. Since you married him, you have gained access to all of his accounts, which includes his access to the Lestrange Vault. You have a reason to visit that vault.”

Draco smiled, “If we find what we’re looking for, we can destroy it within her vault. They won’t know that we found it and he won’t realize that he’s mortal once more when he meets his match.”

Harry exclaimed, “We have to get going. I have an appointment with a goblin in about an hour. I should probably visit the Black and Potter vaults first. I know the Goblins don’t like wizards getting involved in their banking system, and thus they should not inform anyone of our appearance.”

Harry and Draco arrived at Gringotts under transfigured disguises. Harry showed his letter to the Goblin and informed him that the two of them were there for a meeting with Griphook. They were led into a room and the goblin who first took Harry to his vault sat on the other end of the desk, “You will want to remove those disguises before we travel down to the vault. If you do not, it will trigger the antitheft alarms. We will not be going anywhere where others will be able to see you. You can reapply your disguises before leaving the bank. So, first we have some paperwork to go over.”

Harry nodded as the Goblin pointed to the papers that slid in front of Harry. He quickly read through them and signed all necessary one’s before looking back up at Griphook. “I am not sure if you have been informed of my and Draco’s bonding. I believe such a bond gives him access to my vaults and me access to any of the vaults to which he has access. I was wondering if you were aware of this and if so, if we could also visit the Malfoy and Lestrange vaults.”

Griphook made a quick call and acquired the proper records, “I do see here that your bonding occurred at Midnight this morning. I believe everything is in order regarding that and thus we will be able to visit all of the vaults you request. Which one do you wish to visit first?”

Harry shrugged, “How about we start at the lowest one and work our way up?”

Griphook looked back down at the papers in his hands, “That would be the Peverell Family vault then.”

“I wasn’t aware that I inherited that vault. I am not even familiar with that name,” Harry commented as they made their way to the cart.

“They were a medieval pureblood family who was one of the first to become extinct in the male line. They were the predecessors to the Black family in that regard. I wonder if you inherited that vault from the Potters,” Draco mused aloud.

The cart trip was ghastly as it always had been. Harry’s stomach continued to drop as they made the twists and turns and went lower and lower. He’d thought the ride was unbearable back in first year when traveling to his personal vault, however the family vaults were much deeper and under even more security. They soon reached the Peverell vault. On the door was an inscribed symbol of a tall line running through a circle and encased in a triangle. Griphook cleared his throat as Harry continued to stare, “You need to trace the symbol to gain access. The door will only open to a descendant of the line.

Harry nodded and traced the symbol, which caused the door to open. It was filled with coins, ancient suits of armor, books, old paintings, and jewelry. Harry walked more into the room and decided to check out the paintings and noticed that one of the portraits was staring at him with barely hidden excitement. The inscription below the portrait read, “Ignotus Peverell.” Harry raised an eyebrow, “Why do you look at me so?”

The older looking gentleman who must’ve been older when the portrait was done frowned slightly, “Please tell me that you have it.”

“Have what? I happen to have many things. You need to be more specific than that,” Harry was already growing frustrated with the painting.

“The cloak of Invisibility, it should’ve been passed down to you. I just wanted to make sure it was still being treated like a family heirloom. It has been so long since anyone visited me here. I was afraid that my descendants forgot about their link to this family.”

Harry’s green eyes widened, “I’ve had the Invisibility Cloak since I was eleven. It has come in handy at Hogwarts a few times. Wait you’re the one that created the cloak? According to the plaque on this painting you died back in 1291, how is it possible for a cloak to remain pristine for over 700 years?”

“Tell me dear boy, have you heard of the tale of the three brothers?”

Harry looked to Draco and saw recognition in his eyes. The blonde stammered, “But that’s just a children’s tale. You can’t mean the invisibility cloak that Harry has is the cloak gifted from death himself.”

“Well, that is the tale; however that was what the Beetle Bard made up. My brothers and I created the Deathly Hallows. However, mine seemed to be the better of the other two, since poor Antioch was murdered for his powerful wand, and Cadmus succumbed to his own madness while talking to the dead and took his own life. I’m not sure what happened to the stone or the wand, but I’m proud that my cloak survives in my family line.”

“You know that symbol on the door looks familiar. I could’ve sworn I saw it on a ring that Marvolo Gaunt wore. I remember in the memory he was boasting that it was the Peverell Coat of Arms. I’m guessing that isn’t true.”

“Ah so the stone was gifted to Cadmus’s godson after all. No, that symbol represents the three deathly hallows. The circle represents the stone, the vertical line is the wand, and the triangle is the cloak.” The portrait calmly explained.

“Do you mind if I take you with me?” Harry opened up his leather pouch, which with Hermione’s help he had casted an undetectable extension charm on.

“I would love to see something different than this old vault.” Harry nodded and placed the paining into the pouch he wore around his neck. He then turned toward Griphook, “We’re ready to go to the next vault please.”

After acquiring a couple more portraits of Regulus and Sirius from the Black family vault and had a quick look around the Malfoy and Potter vaults, they moved toward the Lestrange Vault. He looked around and noticed the items were similar to the other vaults he’d visited. Plenty of jewels, money, suits of armor, except the Lestrange vault didn’t seem to contain any books. They didn’t seem concerned with the pursuit of knowledge. Harry sighed, “I don’t understand how they could’ve kept this vault after being sentenced to Azkaban.”

“Well technically they didn’t. It is my vault after all, but my Aunt reclaimed precedence over it upon her escape since I couldn’t access it fully until I turned 17.”

“Well your 17 now, so we’re here to access it. Harry looked around and noticed the familiar cup from the memory and couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation from his scar. He had found the correct item; now all they had to do was destroy it. He quickly summoned a basilisk fang from his pouch and approached the cup. Since it was on a higher shelf he turned to Draco, “Please levitate me, Draco.”

The blonde agreed and levitated Harry smoothly. The brunet swung down hard and pierced the cup with the fang before quickly removing it. The cup popped and smoked as a black goop poured out of it. Draco put him down on the floor and Harry turned to Griphook, “Let’s get out of here now.” They all ran out of there and got back into the cart after bypassing the poor dragon set to guard the vault.

Upon returning to his office, Harry requested, “Please forget what you witnessed today. I will just let you know that it was necessary in our war against the Death Eaters.” Harry then reapplied their disguises and they walked through the lobby to disapparate from Diagon Alley. Upon returning to the Chateau he announced that they had been successful and only the snake remained.

Harry didn’t know why he was at the Burrow for such a public wedding under the guise of Barney Weasley, but he did smile at the beautiful disguised woman who sat beside him. Hermione, Dora, and Rose had too much fun transfiguring Draco into a striking woman. They decided that he’d play one of Fleur’s part Veela cousins and he pretended to barely understand English. In the end it was best that Draco was fluent in French and had the refined features that only needed a bit of manipulation to rid him of his more masculine qualities.

Harry had to hold back Draco, while they overheard Gabrielle going off about how much she wished that Harry was there, as she wanted to get to know him better. He was the one who’d saved her from the lake two years earlier after all and she was hoping that he’d show some interest in her strengthening Veela features. He whispered in his dragon’s ear, “Don’t worry, we are eternally bonded and I have no interest in her. You have nothing to fear because you’re the only blonde I want. When we get home, I want to tie you to the bed, blindfold you, and lick, kiss, and nibble every inch of your body. Then I’ll open you up and ride you until we both collapse in bliss.”

He stepped away from his delicious husband, who was disguised but still radiant. He watched as a warm blush overtook his more feminine features, as the disguised Draco used his higher voice, “Promise?”

Harry chuckled in the polyjuice form of some ginger muggle, “Don’t worry love, I promise to do much more than that to you. However, why don’t we join the others on the dance floor right now?”

Draco nodded and took Harry’s outstretched hand. The song playing was a slow one and Harry was thankful that Draco had taken the time over the past few months to teach him basic ball room dancing. He held the lithe and shapely body belonging to his disguised lover tight against him enjoying every minute of the closeness. When everything stopped and a circular orb showing what happened appeared in the middle of the tent, the voice of the Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice boomed from it, “The ministry has fallen. They are coming. The ministry has fallen.”

Harry quickly pulled Draco over to Hermione and Ron, “Grimmauld, meet you there.” Before hugging Draco close to him and disapparting to the Black family strong hold. Upon landing he pushed Draco up against the wall after quickly removing his disguise. His was melting away as it had been three hours since he took his dose. He felt his body thrum with fear as to what he would soon have to do. He feared being separated from his love. He stood there snogging him against the wall when Hermione and Ron popped in behind them.

“Look I know you’re newlyweds, but do you think you guys to save the kissing for later?” Hermione’s voice broke through their growing pleasure, which caused Harry to nod and pull away.

He quickly cast his Patronus and used it to send a message to Snape, his aunt, and in-laws to meet them at Grimmauld. Snape was still playing his role as spy and would know about the goings on at the Manor, he needed Lucius to assist him with tapping into the Malfoy wards. They would need to plan an assault on the Manor before the Death Eaters had too much time to wreak havoc on the Wizarding world. He turned to Hermione and Ron, “Okay so let’s make a quick list of Horcruxes and put an X next to the one’s we’ve already destroyed. Let’s see, the journal – chamber of secrets second year, the ring – Dumbledore last summer, the diadem – Dumbledore After Winter Hols, the locket – Snape same day as diadem, the cup – yesterday Lestrange Vault. He wanted to create six and the sixth one is that bloody snake, which he’s been keeping by his side since Wormtail returned to him at the end of our third year. So, we just have to kill the snake and he’ll be able to die.”

Snape and the rest of the group had arrived at the end of his speech, “I’m afraid Harry, that’s not entirely true. Dumbledore wanted me to give you a message right before you’re ready to face Voldemort. He stated that you will have to die. When that killing curse rebounded on him, a piece broke off and attached itself to the only living thing in the room.”

Harry gasped and realized something, “He gave me the first snitch I ever caught, but I didn’t catch it with my hand. I almost swallowed it!” He reached into his pouch and summoned the snitch; he put it against his lips and read the message, “I open at the close. He wants me to use whatever is hidden within the snitch right before I sacrifice myself for the greater good. Well, I guess we’ve got some planning to do. Draco, when we raid your childhood home, you will accompany me to the warding stone with your father. You will stay there while we fight. I can’t afford to be distracted while facing Voldemort, and I can’t lose you.”

Draco had tear’s rolling down from his gray eyes, “But I’m expected to just let you go? I’m expected to wait downstairs, while you willingly take the killing curse from the Dark Lord’s wand? I have to live when the man I love than life itself has to die?”

Harry pulled him into a tight hug before placing his hand on Draco’s abdomen where he could feel the separate magical energy source, “Think about our child, Draco. He or she will need a parent. If anything happened to you, I’d lose you both.”

Draco gasped, “I’m pregnant? How did you know that before I did?”

“It was a part of the bonding ceremony. In order to claim the full power as a bonded couple, we had to continue the family line. I knew that you’d be with child when I started to look into the ancient bonding ritual. Why do you think that sex is involved in that ceremony?” Harry looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. He kissed Draco’s forehead, “Now, how about you go climb into bed and I will join you soon. Remember what I want to do to you and go prepare yourself.”

“Yes master,” Draco ducked out of the room as if he were trying to hide the blush Harry could see on the back of his blonde’s neck.

After Draco left the room, he turned to those still in the room with him. “We will need to call the Order here to plan the assault. Lucius and Severus, I will need the two of you to go over the plans of the manor with Kingsley. We will need to know where Voldemort is operating from, what protections are on the home, and anything the Death Eaters have added during their stay.”

Lucius nodded, “I understand the importance of that. However, I can assure you that not much can be added to the wards of the home. They are blood wards and only those of family blood or blood bonded to a Malfoy will have the ability to change the wards. After I take you and Draco down to the warding stone in the foundations of the manor, you and he will both gain full control over the wards. It will be a similar feel to what you have with the Nobel House of Black and the French Chateau. Each property you do this with will only increase your power and Draco’s power since you two have bonded.”

“Well, I have to admit that I haven’t gotten any visions from Voldemort yet, so I can only assume that he hasn’t realized that we’re finding and killing his horcruxes. If he still isn’t aware, then he’ll likely send his snake to attack. I think I will first appear in the room with my cloak that way I will remain unseen. I will find the snake and stab her in the head with one of the basilisk fangs.” He took four out of the pouch, where he still had few left waiting. He handed one to Ron, one to Hermione, one to Lucius, and one to Severus. “I want you to each have one encase I fail in killing the snake. Snape you will need to return to the Dark Lord’s side at the same time we head for the wards in the guise that you have information to share.”

Hermione smiled, “I think you’ve got this pretty well worked out. Let us call the order members and plan further as your back up forces. I believe you’ve got a husband waiting in bed for you, and I think you could use some stress release right now. I think the both of you do.”

“Thank you “Mione. We will be at breakfast tomorrow. I’m sure that Dobby, Kreacher, and Nilly will be happy to make breakfast for the whole order.” He turned away from the small group and took the stairs two at a time wanting to reach his moonlight lit love. His mind rushing with the ways he could torture the other man into begging to be shagged. He would then shag him until they were too knackered to even cast a cleaning charm.

A/N: To kill Bellatrix Lestrange or not to kill Bellatrix Lestrange, that is the question. So, here is the last prewritten chapter. I have an idea where I want to go with the next one, as it will be the final battle. However, I have to make sure that Harry’s not a god. I think I have an idea how to fix that and perhaps even give some power to Draco. I apologize as it might be a bit before I update, as I have a couple more weeks of school left and then I’ll be free to write.
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Warding Bonds