The Devil Runs Wild

~~~~~~ “What…?” Draco began but then he felt something wet below and looked between his and Potter’s bodies to see that their hips were attached. Realizing what the wetness was, Draco scrambled away and off the bed, panting rapidly. “What the hell just happened!?” Draco screamed.

Harry just stared at Malfoy, not knowing what to say. ~~~~~~~

********~Alive~

“I didn’t do anything, damnit!” Harry screamed.

“You obviously did!” Draco said, still pacing - or at least trying to; he’s mind wasn’t thinking very clearly and instead of pacing back and forth like any normal person, Draco was walking in a tight circle at high-speeds.

“I didn’t! It was you! You’re eyes - ”

“See, you did do it! Thinking about my eyes and everything, you ponce!” Draco pointed out triumphantly, convinced this cleared him of any guilt.

Harry’s fists balled up and he gritted his teeth.

“I think we should…” Harry began.

“Right!” Draco caught on. “Talk to Severus! Then we’ll bind your magic!” Draco said brightly.

“Shut up!” Harry yelled.

Malfoy moved quickly in front of Harry and looked down at him contemptuously.

“What was that?” Malfoy growled dangerously.

Although it was intended as a threat, Harry couldn’t help but be affected by the nearness of Malfoy to him and instead of being angry, he was feeling something else entirely.

“Malfoy…I..” Harry stuttered and breathing became a problem. He felt embarrassed and…shy around Malfoy, although Harry would never admit to it.

Malfoy quickly assessed the reactions in Potter and backed away outwardly looking disdainfully at Potter, but internally feeling very pleased with himself at having inadvertently caused such an…interesting response.

“You’re pathetic,” Malfoy sneered and was pleased to see a blush form on Potter’s face. He turned, smirked to himself, and walked out not checking to see if Potter was following him.

******

Severus Snape was not pleased. Conversations involving Draco in bed with Potter were not something he wished to hear about, especially before he had even had his morning coffee.

“What do you mean you showed up in Potter’s bed?” Severus asked Draco, interrupting the “No I didn’t” and “Yes you did” argument between him and Potter.

“I mean, I showed up in his bed this morning!” Draco huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at Potter.

“Good heavens!” Mrs. Weasley squeaked from kitchen counter as their owl flew right into the window. They watched as Mrs. Weasley opened the letter that had been delivered. “Oh, Ginny’s coming home!” she announced cheerfully and Harry quit his glaring at Draco as unwanted feelings arose in his chest. He hadn’t seen Ginny since the end of the school year.

“Where was she?” Draco whispered to Snape.

“With a friend, if I’m not mistaken?” Snape said, raising and eyebrow in question to which, Mrs. Weasley nodded.

“She had wanted to go as soon as summer began,” she said. “She had wanted to…” and Mrs. Weasley paused with a glance at Harry, “Get away,” she finished and Harry recoiled, knowing why Ginny had wanted to get away.

“Oh, I have so much to do! I have to get her room ready and make a pie and oh, Ginny just loves apple…” Mrs. Weasley said but was interrupted by Malfoy.

“Well, that’s just lovely!” Draco said, irritated. “But we have important matters to discuss now.”

“Oh, right, of course, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said and cheerfully bustled out of the kitchen.

Harry remained silent now as Draco re-told the events of this morning. Severus grimaced at hearing about another kiss that Draco could not recall participating in and Harry was thankful that Draco didn’t tell anything about what happened after that.

“I really don’t think I could have done anything,” Harry told Snape.

“I don’t believe you did either,” Snape said, thinking deeply. Potter had not been asleep this time and had not felt his magic being used; it did not seem likely that he had brought Draco to him. If Draco was doing unwanted magic in his sleep now too and still could not recall certain situations with Potter then….

Snape stood up quickly, a slight twinge of fear on his face. If the Dark Lord was involved and making Draco do these things to get to Potter then….

“The Dark Lord knows Draco’s alive,” Snape said aloud.

A gasp came from an old man in a portrait on the wall.

*******
Draco had been searched thoroughly for any spells or potions that may have been on his person.

“Why would I have anything?” Draco asked, flicking Snape’s wand away from his head, annoyed at having sat there for hours. “If the Dark Lord had put a dark spell on me then I would have probably tried to kill Potter already, not kiss him!” Draco said and watched Snape’s grimace at the word ‘kiss.’

“The Dark Lord may have other plans for Potter than merely killing him,” Snape said.

“But you don’t know?”

“No, I don’t know.” Severus sighed. “I may not know anything more about the Dark Lord’s plans either. I may not be able to go back to being a spy,” Snape said and cast more searching spells on Draco.

“What? Why?” Draco asked, confused.

“Use your head, Draco,” Severus said, “The only time that the Dark Lord would have had you long enough to cast any spells on you was when you were locked in the dungeon. That was before you came into my possession, Draco,” Severus said.

“But I don’t remember anyone casting any spells on me!” Draco said.

Severus repressed the urge to roll his eyes. “You also do not remember kissing Potter. What does that tell you?”

“Oh,” Draco said, realizing that the Dark Lord could have done anything to him while he had been unconscious or could have obliviated his memory at anytime.

Severus nodded and continued. “Therefore, if the Dark Lord thought to put a spell on you before handing you over to me…”

Draco’s eyes widened. “He knew! He knew what you would do! He knew you were a spy!” Draco said.

Severus sighed, disappointed in himself for not seeing it earlier. “Yes.” It had been why the Dark Lord had been giving him assignments to check up on the Order and on Potter because he knew that Severus could easily obtain the information. The Dark Lord had probably been picking bits and pieces of truth out of his information everytime.

“But why didn’t he just kill you when he knew I was already near Potter?” Draco questioned and winced when a particularly strong searching spell hit him.

“I can only guess that the Dark Lord wanted me around to keep giving him bits and pieces of information on the Order’s plans and movements,” Severus said. “I only give the smallest of information but perhaps he deems it enough,” he paused. “Or he wanted updates on Potter’s condition. I do not know.”

Draco’s breathing sped up and a feeling of fear engulfed him. This was not good.

“You haven’t found anything yet?” Draco asked, shakily

“No, not yet,” Severus replied, knowing that anything else he could say would not ease Draco’s fear.

******
“So Malfoy’s like a ticking time bomb?” Ron asked Hermione as they sat in the living room with Harry at Grimmauld Place.

“Possibly,” Hermione said. “Professor Snape is still searching.”

“You don’t need to call him Professor anymore. We aren’t in school,” Harry said grouchily. He was upset for different reasons, though. Knowing that the guy you just made-out with is probably going to blow-up or something was a bit unsettling and not just for the fact that it would cause his death, but Harry seemed to feel more worried about Malfoy being hurt. Thinking about it more, Harry realized that he felt about Malfoy in almost the same way as he did about Ron and Hermione in that he would rather not see them hurt or killed because of him.

It was like Sirius.

Harry’s stomach clenched and he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. Harry couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t see Malfoy die because of him. He wouldn’t.

“So Malfoy’s got a dark spell or something on him and can pop up wherever Harry is?” Ron asked, worry etching his features.

Hermione bit her lip. “I’m sure we’ll be able to fix this,” she said giving Harry a reassuring look.

“How?” Harry said. “We don’t even know what he has and if he doesn’t apparate to where I am, then I’ll just end up apparating to where he is!” Harry said, twisting the hem of his shirt angrily. “It’s both of us. He’s fucked both of us,” Harry said, cursing Voldemort in his head a few more times.

Hermione and Ron glanced worriedly at each other.

“Could this explain why Harry was the only one able to unbind Malfoy’s magic?” Ron asked.

Hermione gasped.

“What? What?” Ron asked, quickly rushing over to offer physical support to his girlfriend.

“That might be it!” Hermione said.

*******
“Miss Granger, why did you bring Mr. Potter here when I specifically told you to keep him away?” Snape snarled as three unwelcome teenagers arrived in the basement of the Weasley’s home.

Tonks, who had been helping Snape all day with searching Malfoy for spells, smiled at the three.

“Hiya!” she said and unnecessarily waved at them.

Harry had never been down in the basement before. Ron had told him once before that it was where Mr. Weasley put items he brought home from work or where his mom put Fred and George’s inventions that she was unsure of. Supposedly, if something blew up in the basement, it wouldn’t take the whole house with it.

“I think you may need him,” Hermione said and when Snape raised an eyebrow at her she went on in a flourish. “You’ve spent all day searching for something that Voldemort could have placed on Malfoy and you haven’t found anything,” she paused to ascertain that and went on when Tonks gave her nod. “Then perhaps we’re looking for the wrong thing. Perhaps it isn’t dark magic that he has. Harry was the only one that could unbind Malfoy’s magic and now they seem to be connected.”

Snape caught on quickly but Tonks was a bit more slow.

“Why would that…?” But Tonks stopped as she caught on as well.

Draco looked down miserably and put his head in his hands.

“Wait, what?” Harry asked.

“A bond, Mr. Potter,” Snape said. “You have bonded yourself to Draco.”

******** ~The Bond~

After checking the two boys for all sorts of partner bonds, they finally found the one connecting Draco and Harry.

“How?” Harry asked, confused as Snape told him that they were, in fact, bonded to one another.

“A bond can be installed by anyone to lie dormant in an individual until it is activated by the one they are meant to be bonded to,” Snape spoke as if giving a lecture. “That is what the Dark Lord did.”

“He put a dormant bond inside me, Potter,” Draco said at Harry’s still confused facial expression. “It can only be activated by the one I’m meant to bond with. You activated it.”

“Yes, the Dark Lord was far more intricate with this spell than anything that he has recently done….since his return, that is” Severus said, realizing that he had seriously underestimated the Dark Lord. Perhaps his eccentricities were all an act to deceive Severus? “He knew the binding of Draco’s magic and the dormant bond would mask one another,” he continued. “They were weaved together inside of Draco and none of us could unbind his magic since the dormant bond could only be touched by Potter. When Potter reversed the binding of Draco’s magic, he also activated the dormant bond.”

“The bond is what is making you pop up in his bed or him in yours, Harry,” Hermione added. “The bond is trying to keep you together.”

“Oh,” Harry said, still trying to wrap his mind around all that had been said.

“But why is Potter the only one that could activate it?” Draco asked, emphasizing “Potter.”

“He was the one meant to be bonded to you. The dreams,” and Harry’s ears perked up at hearing about his dreams, “were sent in order to force Potter to have feelings for you - feelings that are required for this type of bond.”

“Sexual feelings,” Hermione stated at Harry’s confusion.

“So I needed to have..um…feelings for Malfoy in order to activate the bond?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Snape answered.

“But why didn’t Malfoy have to have feelings for me?” Harry asked.

“It’s not required for this type of bond,” Severus said, glancing apprehensively at Draco. Sure enough, Draco began to catch on.

“Hey! What kind of bond is this!?” Draco asked. He knew that almost all equal partnership bonds required feelings from both parties.

“Famulatus Copula,” Severus said quietly.

“What!!!” Draco yelled and stood up, slamming his fist down on the rickety table placed in the middle of the basement. “I can’t believe this!”

“Um..what?” Harry asked, nervously. Draco’s anger was evident.

“It’s a slavery bond, Harry,” Hermione said. “Draco is essentially your sex slave,” she said biting her lip.

Harry’s eyes widened.

Malfoy cursed and threw his chair at the wall.

*******
Several minutes later when Malfoy was calmed down enough and Harry’s shock lessened, the conversation began again.

“But why does Malfoy not remember us kissing?” Harry asked.

“Draco’s bond is responding to your wants and desires. He kisses you when you want it,” Snape said and Harry blushed as Draco glanced over to him. “Consequently, he also forgets when you want him to.”

“But I didn’t want….” Harry started to say that he didn’t want Malfoy to forget, but he knew that, deep down, he had been afraid of Malfoy’s true reaction. Maybe he had wanted Malfoy to forget.

“Malfoy’s bond responds to your desires, Harry,” Hermione said. “Either unconscious or conscious desires.”

Malfoy huffed and crossed his arms, disgruntled.

“But…but what about when I had asked Malfoy about what had happened and he denied it? Wouldn’t he have remembered if I had wanted him to?” Harry asked.

“Did you really want him to?” Hermione asked and Harry thought about it. He had wanted Malfoy to tell the truth, hadn’t he? Or had he secretly been hoping that Malfoy would deny everything and keep being his enemy so that he wouldn’t have to say that he liked it, that he wanted it? He had felt relief when he had thought Malfoy was just a bastard.

“I…I guess not, not really. I mean, I did but I didn’t ..” Harry said, confused.

“The problem with this bond is that your unconscious and conscious desires will be competing against each other. Which ever desire is inherently stronger, whichever one calls to Draco’s bond more is the one that will win,” Snape answered.

Ron was just staring blankly at the rest of the group, clearly lost and Harry was not far from it.

“Why are bonds so complicated?” Harry muttered, dragging a hand through his hair.

“There’s no such thing as an uncomplicated bond, Potter,” Snape said. Potter glared at him and he sighed. “But I admit that this bond is one of the most complicated ones. It’s the reason why it’s hardly ever used. Everyone would do it if it was easy,” Snape said.

“But..well, how come Malfoy can turn me into a cat when I don’t want him to? I know that I don’t subconsciously desire that!” Harry said.

Malfoy couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering Potter as a cat and Harry glared at him.

“Because it’s specifically a sex slavery bond; therefore, Malfoy’s bond will only respond to your desires and wishes concerning sexual matters,” Snape said, trying to keep a neutral tone in the conversation. He really didn’t want to bring emotions into this, which would just hinder the proceedings.

“Got that, Potter?” Malfoy said. “You can’t order me around all the time!”

“I don’t want to order you around!” Harry said angrily.

“Oh, good. Then I guess I won’t have to worry about showing up in your bed again, do I?” Malfoy said sarcastically.

“I..I..” Harry didn’t know what to say. How could he prevent himself from having subconscious desires? Especially when Voldemort was still sending him dreams to keep them alive? Crap.

“I’m sorry, Malfoy,” Harry said because that’s all he could say.

Malfoy just looked at him and huffed.

“Hey,” Ron finally spoke up. “Why didn’t couldn’t you detect this bond when you were searching Malfoy today?”

“Because we were looking for dark magic,” Tonks said.

“This isn’t considered dark magic, Ron,” Hermione said.

“Well, why not!?” Ron asked, appalled and Harry was right with him.

“Bonds are made for those who want it, whatever bond it is, and bonds will not be detected as dark magic unless there is a clear victim and perpetrator,” Snape said and Ron and Harry were still looking appalled, now at the idea that someone would actually want a slavery bond. “The way this bond was so intricately placed,” and here Snape had to pause and be astounded by the Dark Lord’s skill in this particular situation, “it passes off as a wanted bond. Potter had the required desires and he, being the Gryffindor he is, had no ill intents or desires when activating Draco’s bond and therefore was not seen as a perpetrator. If and only if Draco’s bond had been activated by an ill-intent person, then it would have been considered ‘dark magic.’ That is why the Dark Lord placed a dormant bond in Draco and not an active one,” Snape said.

Harry was rubbing his head now. It was a lot to take it and Harry couldn’t help but think despairingly that magic was too damn complicated.

“Ok,” Harry breathed and started to summarize everything that he knew. “So, I have a bond with Malfoy and Malfoy is essentially my sex slave and I can make him do things with my conscious or unconscious desires but only when it applies to sexual matters,” he said and Hermione nodded. “The dreams were sent to make me feel sexually attracted to Malfoy,” and at this he paused because Malfoy and Ron both groaned in response. “And since I have no ill desires towards Malfoy and I was sexually attracted to him, I was able to activate the bond that had been dormant, placed inside Malfoy by Voldemort?” Snape nodded. “Ok, there’s just one thing I don’t get,” Harry said. “How does giving me a sex slave help Voldemort?”

“I don’t know,” Snape said, leaning back in his chair and contemplating it. The Dark Lord, along with the intricately placed bond and early planned actions with Potter’s dreams, had even made it hard to figure out where his plan would lead. “It might be because you are able to arrive to anywhere Draco is, regardless of wards,” Snape thought out loud and realized that that might be exactly what the Dark Lord wanted. “He wants to lure you somewhere,” Snape said decidedly.

And then Harry remembered his vision he had had.

“So that’s what that was,” Harry said aloud and everyone in the room turned to him. “My vision, I had a vision of being in a dark room and I heard a snake and…that must be why…that must be where Draco is going to be.”

“Where am I going to be?” Draco asked brusquely.

“I don’t know,” Harry said. “It was dark and cold…”

“Oh, great! At least I have that to look forward to! A lovely, dark, cold place. That’s brilliant, really! Potter, you’re so much help!” Draco said, laying on the sarcasm pretty thick now as he was filled with annoyance and anger over the whole damn thing.

“Shut up, Malfoy!” Harry yelled, standing up.

“Make me!” Draco yelled back.

“Fine! Kiss me!” Harry yelled and everyone in the room went still. Draco had his mouth hung open in a look of horror and Harry recoiled a bit. Perhaps that had been a bad idea, he thought, to try to make Malfoy shut up by ordering him to kiss him. He hadn’t really wanted it, which is why Malfoy still stood at the other side of the table.

“Sorry, I just..” Harry began and took a breath. “I just wanted to try it,” he said and blushed.

“Just wanted to try it?” Draco hissed. “Wanted to play your games, is that it?” Malfoy sounded angry, but in truth, Draco was shocked again by Potter’s behavior which reminded him of himself and his Slytherin comrades.

“Sorry,” Harry said again.

Draco scoffed and walked over to the far wall, leaning against it and glaring half-heartedly at Potter. He knew that eventually he would be kissing Potter again because of whatever subconscious desires Potter would have. The fact that Potter had power like that over him was upsetting but their was nothing he or Potter could do about it. He just hoped that they would live through whatever the Dark Lord was going to throw at them next.

Ron coughed to break the tension. “So..er…what do we do about this?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Snape said simply.

“I’m afraid he’s right,” Tonks said. “If we try to break the bond, we most likely will kill them. A slavery bond is for life.”

Harry’s face fell. Looking at Malfoy, Harry saw that Malfoy’s jaw was tight and his hand was shaking as if trying not to hit something.

Shit, was all Harry could think.

Unbeknownst to him, Malfoy was thinking the same thing.