Bonds by the Book

Bonds by the Book

Chapter 12

“Dray, how much longer to Easter?” whined Harry, crawling slowly from the bed.

“Two more months,” said Draco sympathetically. “You don’t sleep well anymore, do you?”

“Not for the last week. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t had nightmares interrupting my sleep; I just keep waking up for some reason.” Harry had dark circles under his eyes and looked rather haggard. “Isn’t Luc visiting today?”

“Yes. He didn’t make his second visit last week because of that stupid Ministry and missed the first visit of the week because of Dumbledore. He promised he would definitely make it today,” said Draco. He pulled the distressed brunette close and kissed the top of his head. “We have class until lunchtime, but after that is all free periods.”

“Don’t let me fall asleep in potion’s class, and definitely don’t let me ruin the potion. Snape will flay me alive.” Harry gathered his bags and trudged towards the dungeons for two hours of sheer torture.

*****

“Mr. Potter, what exactly is this supposed to be?” said Snape with a contemptuous sneer.

“Draught of Peace?” Harry replied. He really had no idea what his potion had become, and Draco had been moved to the other side of the room so that he couldn’t help him.

“Since when does the Draught of Peace require the addition of wormwood, Mr. Potter?” Snape ladled some of the potion into a phial and handed it to Harry. “Let’s just see what you have created.”

“No,” he replied calmly. He vanished the rest of his potion and set the phial down.

“What was that, Potter?” said Snape angrily.

“No, as in N-O. If that is too far beyond your comprehension, I shall try to demonstrate more appropriately.” Harry was not in a good mood. He’d had very little sleep, very little appetite, and he missed Luc, damnit.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor for insubordination. Shall we try again?” asked Snape.

“Let me rephrase my answer. No I will not test this potion, you irritating, bitter, old man. I’m going to the hospital wing.” Harry grabbed his bag and marched to the door. He stopped when Snape’s voice rang out once again.

“If you walk out that door, I will take so many points from Gryffindor that you’ll never be able to accrue any more. You will also serve detention until you graduate.”

“Hermione, Ron, I’m sorry.” Harry looked back at his friends, ignored the Potion’s Master entirely, turned back around, and walked out the door.

Draco glared at his godfather viciously and packed up his own books. He’d already bottled his potion, so he made quick work of cleaning his station, and then rushed out the door after Harry.

*****

Harry walked into the hospital wing with tears rolling down his cheeks. “M-Madame Pomfrey? A-are you here?”

Madame Pomfrey rushed into the room upon hearing that all too familiar voice. She hurried over to him when she saw the tears on his face. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the boy cry. “You poor dear, what happened?”

“C-can you c-call M-McGonagall down here, please? I l-lost it in p-potion’s class and s-said some rude things t-to Snape,” he managed to stutter out between sobs.

“Here, dear, lay down while I go call her.” Poppy was really worried about Harry. She knew all about the bond and she had hoped that with Draco here, Harry wouldn’t have been so affected by Lucius’ absence. She rushed to the fireplace in her office, tossed some floo powder into the flames, and called out, “Minerva McGonagall’s office.”

Fortunately Minerva was still in her office when Poppy’s face appeared in the fire. She had been about to walk to her next class. “What is it, Poppy?”

“Harry’s down here in the infirmary sobbing his heart out and wants you down here. Will you come see him?” she asked simply.

“Do you know what happened to him?” asked Minerva worriedly. It didn’t really matter in any case because, of course, she would be going anyway.

“Lucius’ absence has affected him rather drastically. He apparently was rude to Snape in class and that combined with the sleep loss and appetite loss was the last straw.” Poppy was starting to get a little worried because she didn’t hear Harry in the background anymore. “Are you coming?”

“I’m on my way.” Minerva immediately grabbed her wand and stalked out the door.

*****

When Poppy came back into the room, she was relieved to find Harry asleep, cradled against Draco’s chest. “How is he?”

“Not good. He hasn\'t slept more than an hour each night, and he only picks at his food. I’ve had to stop him several times from using the portkey on his necklace and sending the whole castle into an uproar with his disappearance. What time did Father say he would be here?” Draco tenderly brushed the hair back from Harry’s face and kissed him on the forehead.

“He should be here by now. It’s lunchtime now, and that is the time he arranged to be here. I hope nothing bad has happened to him. If Harry’s reaction is this bad, I can only imagine the kind of reaction Lucius has had,” said Poppy, wringing her hands with worry. “I think we need Dumbledore here. He may have some ideas.” She went back into her office to firecall the headmaster this time.

Draco was really worried now. His father would have been here if he were able to. This called for drastic measures. He shook Harry awake and handed him his wand. “Use the portkey. I’m afraid there is something wrong with Father. I’ll stay here and explain everything.”

“Are you sure?” Harry looked at Draco hopefully, already pulling out his necklace. When Draco just smiled and nodded, Harry tapped the dragon and said “Luc.” He immediately disappeared from the infirmary and landed with a thud in Lucius’ bedroom.

Harry climbed weakly to his feet and looked around searching for Lucius. He finally saw him lying on the bed, not moving at all. He rushed to the bedside and saw that Lucius was barely breathing. He ran to the fireplace and tossed some floo powder into the flames. “Madame Pomfrey’s office.”

Poppy’s head appeared in the fire and she gasped when she saw Harry. “Harry, where are you?”

“I’m at Malfoy Manor. I need you here now. Lucius is barely breathing,” he said frantically.

Poppy grabbed her medical bag and hurriedly stepped through the fireplace. She rushed over to Lucius and gasped at seeing the condition he was in. “Harry, I need you to get on the bed with him and lay along the length of his side, bodies touching.”

Harry rushed to obey without question. “Will he be all right?”

“He’s in a state of starvation, if you will. With the closeness of your bond to both Malfoys, regular physical contact is required. I’m not talking about a constant need to touch, more like random touches spread throughout the day. Draco is completely fine because he is connected only to you. Lucius suffered the worst of it because he had to go days at a time with no contact. You suffered badly as well because you are connected to both of them and require contact from both. Draco can only tide you over for so long,” explained Poppy.

“I knew I should have used my portkey sooner,” said Harry, worriedly caressing the blonde’s chest.

“There’s really nothing I can do for him. What he needs is for you to keep touching him until he wakes. Call me if his situation deteriorates any.” She looked at Lucius one last time and walked back to the fireplace. Shouting the directions, she disappeared with a whoosh.

Harry laid his head on Lucius’ chest, needing the closeness as much as Lucius did. Listening to the soothing sound of the blonde’s heartbeat, Harry was lulled into sleep.

*****

“Harry?” Lucius stared in bemusement at the dark head lying on his chest. Hearing his name, Harry looked up at Lucius in amazement. “What are you doing here?”

Harry gave an ecstatic cry and kissed all over Lucius’ face. “Oh thank goodness, you’re awake. Draco let me use my portkey because he was worried about you, well us. When I got here, you were barely breathing. Don’t you ever do that again.” By the end of the tirade, Harry was glaring at Lucius.

“Why was Draco worried about you? What happened?” asked Lucius, tightening his arms around the brunette.

“I haven’t been sleeping or eating well for the past week,” said Harry quietly. “I finally broke in potion’s class of all places. I managed to lose every point for Gryffindor and got detention until graduation. If Snape hadn’t hated me before, it’s a sure thing to say he does now.”

“I had hoped you wouldn’t be so affected by my absence with Draco there. I’ll talk to Dumbledore about other arrangements. This can’t happen again,” said Lucius. “You said you haven’t been eating or sleeping well?”

“Only about an hour a night and just a bite or two with each meal,” said Harry sheepishly.

“Twinkle!” called Lucius.

“Master Malfoy, you’re all right!” cried the little elf.

“Yes, bring Harry and me some food,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir. Right away.” Twinkle disappeared with a pop only to appear just minutes later with a platter of turkey sandwiches and pumpkin juice.

Harry and Lucius managed to eat two sandwiches apiece and drank all the pumpkin juice. Feeling full for once this week, Harry immediately nestled against Lucius and went back to sleep. Lucius smiled at the pretty picture and followed him into sleep.

*****

“Draco, where’s Harry?” asked Hermione and Ron, rushing into the infirmary.

“I told him to use his portkey. He’s with my father,” said Draco, waiting impatiently for Madame Pomphrey to return. “When he got to the Manor, he immediately called Poppy for help. I’m waiting for her to get back so I’ll know something.”

“Dumbledore talked to Snape after class was dismissed. Snape can’t deduct as many points as he was planning, and he can only give Harry two weeks worth of detention.” Hermione was really worried about Harry, especially when he had apologized to her and Ron before walking out of the classroom.

“Mr. Malfoy?” asked Poppy, walking back into the room.

Draco jumped off the bed and rushed over to her. “Well?”

“I think he’ll be fine now that Harry is there. He was suffering a sort of starvation of touch. When I left, he seemed to be breathing more easily with Harry constantly touching him. I imagine he’ll be perfectly fine after a week,” she said.

“Oh thank goodness.” Draco almost collapsed in sheer relief.

“If there’s nothing else, I suggest you go to lunch. I need to speak to the headmaster.” Poppy shooed them from the room and called the headmaster down to the infirmary.

*****

“What is it, Poppy?” asked Dumbledore.

“I think Harry and Draco should be tutored from home. If that is not acceptable, you need to find some capacity in which to keep Lucius here. He almost died because he was kept from Harry. Harry fell apart in potion’s class for the same reason,” said Poppy firmly. If she had anything to say about, she wouldn’t ever have to see Harry in that condition again.

“I’ll see what I can do,” said Albus. “When will Harry be back?”

“Not for at least a week. Draco will have to floo to the Manor twice over the next week so he doesn’t collapse. Do not detain him in anyway,” said Poppy.

“I’ll talk to young Mr. Malfoy.” Albus nodded once to Poppy and walked out the door.

*****

Lucius woke once again before Harry did. Feeling decidedly unclean, Lucius contented himself with a quick cleansing charm until he could shower properly. He also cast the spell on Harry. With Harry lying next to him for the first time in over a month, he felt content.

Harry stirred, nuzzling his nose sleepily into Lucius’ throat. “Mmm.” Harry positively purred with contentment. He cuddled closer to the warmth beside him and settled back to sleep.

Lucius smiled at Harry’s actions and tried to go back to sleep. That became an impossibility when Harry’s hand started unconsciously caressing across his chest, lingering over the nipples. He groaned when Harry’s tongue darted out to lick his lips and licked the nipple by his lips with the action.

The groan rumbling through the chest under his ear finally brought Harry out of his sleep. Licking his lips again, he once again licked the nipple. Harry decided to play with the prize so close to his lips. He licked around the nipple, flicking rapidly across the erect point, and finally biting lightly around the nub.

Lucius arched into the teasing forays across his nipple. Gods how he’d missed this. He finally pulled Harry’s head up to his mouth and devoured those pink lips he’s missed so much. He rolled over onto the brunette, thrusting his tongue into that warm cavity, and thrust his hips against Harry’s.

“Luc…missed you…so much,” he gasped out, arching wildly into the thrusts. “Please…just fuck me…don’t…make me…wait…any longer.”

Lucius quickly grabbed the lubricant and slathered his fingers. Placing a finger against the little pucker he longed to invade, he thrust it in and out rapidly. Swiftly adding a second and then a third finger, Lucius hurriedly stretched the little hole.

“Now, Luc,” demanded Harry, pulling Lucius hand away.

Lucius positioned his cock at the tiny entrance, and thrust in fully with one stroke. He started a rapid, almost brutal, pace and hit Harry’s prostate with every driving thrust. Harry wailed and screamed, begged and pleaded, and demanded for more. Draping those slender legs over his elbows, Lucius pounded into Harry.

Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Lucius reached down and grasped Harry’s weeping shaft and stroked in time to his thrusts. Two strokes later, Harry came with a wailed “Luc” and shot his seed across the hand still squeezing his cock and their stomachs. The contractions around his own shaft milked his own seed, and Lucius came with a shouted “Harry.”

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” panted Lucius, collapsing beside the trembling brunette.

“I really missed you, too,” gasped Harry, snuggling into the blonde’s still heaving chest.

“Go to sleep, love. We’ll be all right now,” said Lucius holding his lover tight.