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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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I am seriously on a roll here! So, here is chapter 9. And I am nearly done with chapter 10 as well! And as promised, the title and short summary for my new story is at the end of this chapter, so please enjoy and leave a comment!
Unwanted bonds
Chapter 9
It had taken Draco a lot longer than anticipated to make it down to his Father's study. But Lucius was still there waiting when Draco knocked on the door.
"Enter," Lucius called through the door. Draco took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside the room.
"Good evening, Draco," Lucius greeted his son, sounding no different than he would if he were greeting a business partner.
"Good evening, Father. Mother mentioned that you wished to speak with me." Draco stated calmly, trying to take on the same tone his father used with him. It was something Draco was used to by now. He was also used to the unpleasant conversations that usually followed when his Father greeted him in such a way.
Lucius motioned for his son to have a seat, waiting as Draco closed the door and took his seat in front of him.
"I take it the train ride home was pleasant enough?" Lucius began. Draco stared at his Father for a moment before he nodded.
"Yes father, as pleasant as that train ride usually is," Draco tried not to sound bored as he said this, but he knew that his Father didn't truly care about how enjoyable the train ride had been.
"Yes, if I remember it is quite a noisy way to travel," Lucius said dismissively as he leaned forward in his chair folding his hands in front of him as he studied his son. "and school, how are you fairing with your studies?" This earned Lucius a raised eyebrow from Draco.
"Father?" Draco asked, not quite sure why his father was asking him about school; as far as he knew Lucius never cared, so long as Draco remained top of his class. Or at least nearly top of his class.
"I am merely curious, you have not sent a single owl home since you left in September. At least I have not received one," Lucius knew that Narcissa had at least been corresponding with their son, and that was the only way that Lucius knew that Draco was still doing well in school, however even she stopped receiving letters from Draco right after Halloween.
"I am sorry father, I have been busy with my studies," Draco lied easily, he had been no more busy with his studies then he had been in previous years but he doubted the truth was the way to go in this discussion.
"I see," Lucius smirked at his son. "And would these studies happen to involve research into bonding magic?" Lucius watched his son closely, Draco had always been far too easy to read. Despite all the time and energy that Lucius had put into trying to teach him how to hide behind the 'Malfoy mask'.
"Why do you ask that?" Draco asked, his mind running a mile a minute. Had his Father somehow found out about the bond between himself, Blaise and Harry? Draco couldn't help but think of all the ways his father would use that against him; and, even worse than that, what if his father told HIM about it? That thought alone had Draco paling and folding his hands in his lap to stop them from shaking.
"Perhaps you should tell me why I should be asking that question," Lucius thought his son's reaction to the question a little strange, if his son wanted to look into bonding Lucius didn't mind. In fact he had insisted that Draco learn about that before he had even entered Hogwarts. But Draco's reaction suggested that he was hiding something. Was he keeping a secret for Severus? While Lucius did not object to secret keeping per se, he did take issue with his son keeping secrets from him.
"I really couldn't say, Father," Draco said, looking down at his lap hoping that Lucius wouldn't call him on his very obvious lie. But he could not and WOULD not tell Lucius about the bond.
"I see," Lucius said thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair to observe Draco. "Well, I just found it interesting that your godfather was here looking for a book on bonding. I thought perhaps you might know something about why he needed that book." Lucius let that sentence hang and continued to watch his son. Draco was now refusing to look at him at all. Yes, there was definitely more going on here. But Draco could be as suborn as his mother at times, and would not let any more information slip tonight. Not unless Lucius used force and he didn't believe the situation called for such drastic measure just yet.
"You may go," Lucius dismissed him, earning a look of surprise from Draco.
Draco couldn't believe that he was getting out of this conversation so easily, but he would question his Father's reasons later, once he was out of his office and away from his far too observant gaze. So Draco stood and made his way to the door fighting back the instinct to run from the office.
"And Draco." The coldness in his father's voice made him stop, his hand on the doorknob. "I suggest you re-think your reasons for lying to me." The unsaid threat hung in the air. His Father did not tolerate anyone lying to him, and especially not his own son. That had never stopped Draco from trying though.
Draco said nothing as he opened the door, stepped out and closed it quietly behind him. He walked as calmly as he could back up to his room, his heart pounding far too quickly in his chest, where he closed the door and collapsed against it. He was shaking and couldn't seem to stop himself. He wanted Blaise here now; he regretted fighting with him. Perhaps if he hadn't argued with him, Blaise would have agreed to come with him and at least stayed until right after Christmas.
Mentally beating himself up for being stupid, Draco tried not to think what his father was going to do to find out the truth; it seemed inevitable that he would find out eventually, but Draco still wanted to hold that off as long as possible. Draco pulled himself up off the floor and went to shower before bed. It had been a long day and he wanted tomorrow to be here quickly so he could spend the day avoiding his Father. Draco let out a bitter laugh as he remembered Blaise's words; the other boy would be happy to know that he was right, Draco was using him to hide from his Father.
**B**
Blaise and Harry had raided the kitchen successfully; Harry got his hot cocoa and Blaise got himself some snacks before they retreated back to their common room. They had sat in silence much like they had earlier, in front of the fire. Only this time Blaise had pulled Harry to sit next to him on the small sofa.
"It will take your leg longer to fall asleep this way," was the argument Blaise had made, pulling a blanket over Harry when he complained about being cold. Harry smiled at him and returned to watching the fire while Blaise grabbed a nearby book and started reading it. Half an hour had passed before he realised he had not made it off the first page, since his eyes kept wandering in Harry's direction, studying him as if Harry were a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out.
If Harry noticed Blaise staring at him, he made no comment about it. He just sat there with the blanket wrapped around him as he slowly sipped his cocoa until the cup was empty. When Blaise decided once again to try and at least read the first page of the book, his attention was drawn, once again, to Harry when the other boy let out a startled noise.
"What is it?" Blaise asked looking around to see what had made Harry react in such a way.
"My cup's full again," Harry said with a smile and sipped at his now full cup of cocoa. Blaise stared at him with a rather confused expression and Harry laughed realising how strange he must have just sounded to Blaise, who was probably used to cups of cocoa refilling themselves. "Cups don't refill themselves in the muggle world," Harry explained.
"I still don't see why that's something to be surprised about. You've been in the magical world for more than a little while now, shouldn't you be used to stuff like that?" Blaise asked as he smiled back at Harry.
"It's...hard to explain," Harry admitted reluctantly, his smile fading as he looked down at his cup. There was no way to explain it without going into at least some detail about how he had been raised. There were still times that Harry expected to wake up and still find himself in the cupboard under the stairs; that he would wake up and find out that all of this was a dream. Harry couldn't stop the shudder that ran through him at that thought. He took another sip of his cocoa.
"And you're not going to explain I are you?" Blaise asked when Harry didn't offer any more information. Harry shook his head.
"Nope," Harry said looking at Blaise again. "It is a long complicated story, that I don't really want to talk about," Harry put his half empty cup of cocoa on the table before standing up.
"I think I'm going to head to bed now," Harry told him when he decided that perhaps right now it would be best to retreat to his room, before Blaise could question him some more. He was running away from a conversation that might or might not happen. But he was glad that Blaise let him go.
"You are a very interesting person, Harry Potter," Blaise said quietly to the empty room, once he heard Harry's door close. The list of things that Harry 'didn't want to talk about' seemed to be growing. Maybe Blaise could get something more out of him during the next two weeks? He was determined to at least try.
**B**
It was early morning when Draco dragged himself out of bed and got himself ready for the day. He knew he would not be able to avoid his Father all day but he would do so as much as possible. It wasn't likely to help that he had not slept well at all. His mind had been to occupied with what would happen if his Father, or anyone else, found out about the bond. Then there was the sinking feeling, that Draco just couldn't shake, that maybe Lucius already knew about the bond, and just wanted Draco to confirm it for him.
Draco was actually fairly sure that his Father did not know about the bond yet; the blond expected that he would be in quite a lot of pain right now if that secret had been discovered. But it did mean that breaking the bond had now become even more of a priority for Draco. It would save himself, and Blaise, a lot of trouble in the end.
Thinking about Blaise had Draco thinking that maybe he could ask Blaise to come earlier then tomorrow. Though if Draco was going to do that, then he would have to apologise for their argument yesterday, and that was not something Draco was looking forward to.
Draco left his room once he thought himself presentable and made his way down to the dining hall. It was still quite early, even for him, butut he knew that both his parents would most likely be awake.
Sure enough both Lucius and Narcissa were seated in the dining hall, Lucius had a copy of the daily prophet open on the table as he ate his breakfast.
Draco smiled at his mother and said good morning as he sat down next to her, only mumbling a greeting to his Father. A plate appeared on the table for Draco and he started eating slowly. He desperately wanted to glance over at his Father, who had completely neglected to even acknowledge him, but he stubbornly kept his eyes on his breakfast. He didn't want to look any more guilty than he knew he already had in the study the evening before.
"Draco, dear, will Blaise be joining us for the party tonight?" his mother questioned and Draco turned his attention to her.
"I honestly don't know, Mother. I was hoping I could attempt to contact him later. As far as I know he was only planning on being here for our dinner tomorrow," Draco said looking back down at his plate of food.
"That should be fine. Let me know as soon as you do," Narcissa said as she smiled at her son. She could sense the tension between Lucius and Draco quite well, but like always, she simply left it alone; if they wanted her involvement they would have to ask for it.
Draco forced himself to eat a bit more food before his already meagre appetite left him completely and he pushed his plate away and excused himself from the table.
"Draco." His father's voice stopped him, and Draco looked over at the older blond man who still did not look at him. "We currently have an important guest staying in the house. It would be in your best interest if you did not disturb him," Lucius said. There was no question as to who he was talking about, and Draco found himself wishing that he had listened to Blaise and stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays.
"Yes, Father," he replied politely, leaving the dining hall. He made his way out into the back garden where he could be alone. He would wait until later to use the floo, deciding that perhaps he could ask his godfather to relay the invitation to Blaise.
**B**
For the first time in a while, Harry had decided he was going to try and sleep in. He had nothing he had to do today, and the lack of sleep he had been getting was definitely taking its toll on him. So when the first stream of sunlight came in through his window, Harry pulled a pillow over his head in an attempt to fall back asleep, pretending he didn't hear the knock on his door, nor Blaise letting himself in.
Blaise watched as Harry pulled the pillow tighter around his head. That didn't stop Blaise from removing the pillow, grinning down at Harry as the black haired boy glared at him. "You're going to suffocate yourself if you sleep that way," he said sounding amused.
"Maybe I want to suffocate myself," Harry said, making a grab for his pillow. Blaise side stepped him and moved around the bed to get out of reach before Harry could make another grab at him.
"I doubt that very much. It's time to get up," Blaise said, trying not to laugh as Harry did make another grab at the pillow, before giving up and flopping back down on his bed. Harry grabbed the second pillow he had on his bed and pulled that one over his head instead.
"To early. More sleep." Harry's voice was muffled while he pressed the pillow against his face, Blaise also tried to snatch from him. Only Harry had a pretty good grip on this one.
"Professor Snape needs to talk to us," Blaise said. "It sounded important."
Harry groaned, that was definitely not something worth getting out of bed for. "So you go, find out what he wants and tell me when it's actually time to wake up," Harry suggested. He sat up, pulling on his pillow trying to get it out of Blaise's grasp. With an evil smile Blaise let go of the pillow, Harry yelped as he toppled backwards off the bed landing on his side, the pillow on the floor next to him.
"You did that on purpose!" Harry accused, sitting up and rubbing his shoulder that had hit the floor.
"Well, got you out of bed didn't it?" Blaise pointed out. "Come on, I want to see what Professor Snape wants, then we can get some breakfast." Blaise tossed Harry's other pillow back onto the bed and made his way towards the door so Harry could have some privacy to get dressed. He stopped in the doorway however and looked at Harry who was picking himself up off the floor.
"Before you decide to get back in bed, Professor Snape is actually waiting for both of us in the common room," he said, ignoring the glare that Harry sent towards him and leaving, closing the door behind him. Blaise waited outside Harry's door for a moment until he heard movement, waiting a moment longer to make sure that Harry wasn't actually getting back in bed. Once he was fairly sure the Gryffindor really was getting dressed, Blaise turned and went back to the common room.
In his room, Harry waited for Blaise to close the door, debated about just going back to sleep but knew the last thing he wanted was for Snape to come in and get him out of bed. Leave it to Snape of all people to ruin the start of winter break. Rubbing his eyes trying to make them feel less heavy and tired Harry got himself dressed, knowing that even after he talked to Snape, the chances of getting back to bed for some more sleep were very unlikely.
Out in the common room Snape stood by the entrance waiting for Blaise to bring out Harry so he could speak to the both of them, wanting to get this over with instead of having to wait until later to track them both down separately.
Looking in the direction of the hallway when he heard a door. Raising an eyebrow when a moment later Blaise came back into the common room by himself.
"He's getting dressed, Sir," Blaise informed him, not intimidated by Snape's sour mood. He had spent enough time around the potions master to know that Snape was always in a bad mood about something.
"I do not have all day to stand here and wait while Potter makes himself presentable for his public," Snape growled. He looked over towards the hallway when they heard Harry's bedroom door again, and a few seconds later the black haired boy appeared in the entrance to the common room.
"I am glad you found it worth your time to get out of bed," Snape sneered at him. Harry clenched his fists but made no comment as he went over to stand next to Blaise.
"What did you want to talk about, Sir?" Blaise asked once Harry was standing next to him. Snape said nothing as he took something out of his pocket and enlarged it. It was a large thick book. Blaise stood there looking at it before he realised what it was. "Thank you, Sir, this should definitely help," Blaise said as he took the book from the Professor and put it on the table next to the sofa to read later.
Harry also looked at the book. "I had to get out of bed for a book?" he asked looking confused. Why couldn't Snape have just given Blaise the book?
"I am also here to inform you Potter that, even though it is the holidays, I still expect you to be in my office tonight for our Occlumency lessons," Snape watched Harry's reaction knowing that the boy would not be pleased about this in the slightest, after all Snape wasn't happy about it either.
"Before you start your insufferable whining about how unfair it may be, Dumbledore has instructed that we continue with your lessons through the holidays," Snape continued looking down at Harry.
"But why tonight?" Harry asked not happy about this at all.
"Because some of us enjoy spending Christmas away from school. Our lesson shall be this evening at five p.m., and if you do not show up for your lesson, you will be starting the new year with detention," Snape continued looking down his nose at Harry, silently daring him to argue with anything he had just said. When the boy wisely kept his mouth shut, Snape glanced at Blaise. The Italian boy did not seem to happy about the way Snape had just spoken to Harry, but also remained silent. Snape, satisfied that neither of them had anything to say to him, turned and left the room.
Harry waited until Snape was gone before he turned and practically ran back to his room. Sighing, Blaise turned to follow him, only to have himself nearly run down as Harry came storming back holding his broom. Blaise grabbed Harry's arm and stopped him.
"Are you at least going to dress properly before you go flying?" Blaise asked. Harry didn't look at him, but didn't pull his arm free right away.
"I just need some fresh air," Harry said as he pulled away and hurried out the door before Blaise could stop him again.
Shaking his head, Blaise went back to his room, grabbing his own cloak and stopping in Harry's room to grab his as well before following the smaller boy. Pausing and turning back and Blaisegrabbed the book Snape had given him as an afterthought before exiting their common room. Blaise had seen Harry fly once before when he had been upset, it would probably be a smart idea to be ready to be outside for a while.
When Blaise got outside he sighed when he saw someone, who could only be Harry, already down at the pitch.
"Probably didn't even wait until he was down there to start flying," Blaise grumbled, making his way across the grounds, pulling his cloak tightly around him as a cold December wind came out of nowhere.
Looking up at the sky as he walked, it was a grey cloudy day, he thought that it would most likely snow at some point today. Letting out another sigh, he couldn't help but wonder how Harry could fly on a day like this.
Blaise made it down to the pitch and looked up at Harry, wondering if he would be able to get Harry's attention long enough to give him the cloak. But Harry wasn't even looking down at the ground, so Blaise went and found himself a seat, casting a warming charm around his small area he opened the book and settled himself down for what was promising to be a long day.
Harry flew around the pitch as if he were trying to get away from something. He let the wind whip around him, the cold making his eyes water. But he pushed his broom to fly faster.
He was angry, he should have guessed that his Occlumency lessons, not being part of his normal school work, would not have stopped because it was winter break. He knew that Dumbledore wanted him to learn to protect his mind, and not only because it would help him with the bond, but it would keep unwanted dark wizards from invading his thoughts.
Harry couldn't help but think that maybe he would be better at Occlumency if he had a different teacher other than Snape. The potions Professor had seen far too many of Harry's thoughts and memories. Though the less pleasant ones Harry had managed to keep away from him for now.
Harry flew even faster, trying to out-fly his thoughts. 'Focus on flying,' he told himself over and over.
**B**
Draco was surprised that he had managed to avoid his father all morning, then again it was usually his mother that would come and spend time out in the garden, so long as Draco staid out there it was fairly easy to avoid any more unpleasant conversations and questions that he didn't want to answer.
It was nearing lunch time when Draco decided to finally head back inside. He had spent most of the time in the one part of the garden that his Mother kept a warming charm over knowing that Draco liked to spend more time out there then she did. The last thing she wanted was her son to catch cold because he didn't feel like coming inside. Of course, she did have reason to worry about that since it had happened more than once.
Draco smiled to himself at the memory of his mother putting up the charm every winter for him. He supposed it was more of a habit for her now, more than anything.
As Draco made his way inside he looked around at the decorations that the house elves had put up that morning, he was honestly surprised that they would still be having the Christmas eve party, even with a certain guest in the house. It was that thought that had Draco heading towards the study to use the floo. He had to make sure that Blaise was going to be there tonight.
He took some floo powder and tossed it into the fire place. "Severus Snape's Office, Hogwarts," He said as the flames shot up.
"Uncle Severus?" He asked as he put his head into the green flames.
"What is so important that it could not wait until I arrived there this evening?" Snape asked from where he was standing over a cauldron stirring, he didn't even bother to glance up at his godson..
"I wanted to ask, if you could bring Blaise with you?" Draco asked hopefully. "Or if you could go get him...And I can ask him to come with you?" There was a long silent pause during which Snape lifted his head up from the potion he was busy with and glared at Draco.
"And you could not have asked him this before you left?" Snape grumbled and Draco smiled innocently as he could.
"We had a fight." Draco said simply.
"I am your godfather, Draco, not your messenger," Snape said, sounding annoyed, but Draco had known that it would be a long shot to ask his godfather to do this. Even though Snape had his own way of showing Draco he cared about him, it did not include getting involved in his love life.
"I know, I just really need him here today, Uncle Severus," Draco said with a pitiful sigh. There was another pause from Snape and his black eyes narrowed further.
"We will be there at six tonight," Snape said curtly, catching Draco by surprise.
"Thanks, Uncle Severus," Draco couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face.
"If there is nothing truly urgent, I have a potion to finish brewing," Snape said curtly and with a wave of his wand pushed Draco backwards and snapped the floo connection closed. Draco was far too used to him doing that to be truly bothered; it was hard to concentrate on brewing potions with someone there talking to you.
He felt only slightly less nervous then he had before, but knowing that even if Blaise didn't come, that his godfather would be there tonight. And Snape would at least be able to distract Lucius.
Draco stood up from the floor dusting himself off from any soot that might have gotten on his robes, he looked around the study before deciding the best way to continue avoiding his Father for the rest of the day was to offer to help his mother with any last minute party planning, not a task that Lucius Malfoy would ever lower himself to.
**B**
It must have been all the times he had flown during the cold weather, he had gotten used to it; that was the only way Blaise could think of for Harry being able to stay up in the air as long as he had. It was pushing two hours and Blaise had skimmed through half the book, leaving little markers in spots he thought might have information of use. He knew he would have to read through the whole thing later when his attention wasn't divided between the book and keeping an eye on Harry.
Harry's flying didn't seem to be as fast as it had been before. Now the other boy was just flying almost lazily around the pitch. Blaise allowed this to continue for another fifteen minutes as he made a few more marks in the book and then finally set it aside. The snow had started falling, and Harry had been up there more than long enough.
"Harry!" Blaise called from the ground trying to get his attention.
Harry had worn himself out with how fast and long he had been flying. He had kept up his quick past for nearly an hour before he started practising some of his tricks that he hoped he would be able to use in the next game. Though that did depend on if he was still on the team. But that was just yet another thing to worry about later if it came up.
Right now Harry just didn't want to go back down to the ground. Even though he saw Blaise trying to get his attention. Staying up here meant he could avoid thinking about things for a little while longer; he didn't want to let reality back in; a reality filled with blonds who hated him and snarky potions masters who he had to have Occlumency lessons with but when he saw Blaise turn heading towards where the school brooms were kept, Harry sighed and landed down in front of Blaise.
"About time," Blaise said looking Harry over. Harry was thoroughly wind-blown. The normal messy black hair was sticking in every direction it could, Harry's cheeks were bright red from the cold, and Blaise noticed that Harry's lips seemed to have a slight tint of blue to them.
Blaise gave a simple flick of his wand summoning Harry's cloak from the bench, he draped it around Harry. "Let's go inside," he instructed.
"Yeah." Harry pulled the cloak tighter around himself. He hadn't realised how cold he was, but now that he had stopped moving it seemed he could feel it more. Holding his broom tightly, and trying to stop his teeth from chattering, Harry and Blaise walked back up to the school side by side. They were halfway there when Harry felt extra weight around him, looking at his shoulders then at Blaise who was easily wrapping his own cloak around Harry as well.
Harry gave Blaise a small grateful smile and they continued the walk back up to the school in a comfortable silence. Harry decided that he would worry about the Occlumency lessons later.
TBC
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Summary: Harry has always felt his life has been nothing more then a downwards spiral. Tired of being controlled by Dumbledore, Harry vows that his seventh year at Hogwarts will be unlike any other so far. However Dumbledore has one more final move to play before Harry breaks free.
This shall be a Draco/Harry fic,
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