Forced Bonding

Chapter Fifteen:

Sorry for such a long wait, especially after chapter fourteen was so short. Hope you like this one.

Addressing a review I got from the last chapter, yes I know this is like Bound! , which is one of my favorite fics. The similarities stop after they are bound though. The only things the same is the basic idea for the story. They are forced to bond in order to save Draco from Voldemort. That’s about it. In Bound! Draco goes to Harry for help himself. His father was willing to turn him over to Voldemort in that story. In mine, Lucius loses his life saving Draco. Everybody, you should all go read Bound! It is a great fic, and is actually completed…


Remi, here ya go. Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.

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A few hours later Harry had to drag himself out of bed to do the interview with the three papers. He was so not looking forward to it, but he knew it had to be done. He would never get a moments peace if he didn’t.

“Do I look ok Draco?” he asked his lover, who was still lounging on the bed, looking utterly edible.

Draco got up and made a few adjustments to Harry’s hair and clothing before pronouncing he looked as well as could be expected without a proper wardrobe.

“The tailor will be here two days after Christmas, so we will have to make do with what you have. Luckily I know a few alteration charms to make them fit a bit better. Nothing we can do about your hair though.”

“Thanks Draco. You still don’t want to do the interview with me?”

“No I don’t. Thanks for making sure they can’t ask about father or the bond. I just don’t want all that blared on the front page.

“Not a problem. I will see you at dinner then?”

Draco nodded and Harry went to the sitting room where the interview was scheduled.

When he got there, he saw all three reporters were already crowded in the fireplace.

“Hello everybody. I know you are probably uncomfortable, and I thank you for putting up with my conditions. I have my reasons for them, and I assure you, it is not to make things more difficult for you. I will take the questions one at a time. If at anytime one of you asks me a question that is barred from the interview, I will end this interview with everybody immediately. Is that clear?”

When they all nodded their assent, Harry nodded to the first reporter.

“Hello Mr. Potter. I’m Gina O’Shaugnessey from Witches Weekly. I just want to know what was going through your mind when you were fighting Voldemort?” asked the pretty Irish Witch.

“Well, it’s hard to say Miss O’Shaugnessey. It all happened so fast. We were just doing some Christmas shopping when he attacked. I had not chance to prepare. I do remember thinking that I hoped no one I cared about got hurt, and I hoped that if I died, Voldemort died with me. Then it was all over and he was dead. I really don’t remember much from the battle. I’m sorry. I hope this answers your question.”

“Mr. Potter, Rena Mitchell, Daily Prophet. We have reports that your Avada Kedavra curse reacted like none before. Is this true and do you know why?”

“Well, I head that too. And like I told Miss O’Shaugnessey, I don’t remember much from the final battle.”

“You remember almost nothing?” Rena asked.

“Well, I remember the most important part.” he smirked.

“And that would be?” asked Rena.

“That I killed Voldemort, and now the Second War is over.” He answered, before turning to the reporter from the Quibbler, Luna’s Father.

“Hello Mr. Lovegood. What question do you have for me?”

“What are your plans now that You-Know-Who is dead?”

“I just want to live my life now that I am free from my obligations. I want to be happy. That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Are you and Mr. Malfoy physically alright? We got reports from the Ministry that you two went into seizures after you were taken there after the battle. Is that correct?”

“Yes we are fine.” Harry wouldn’t elaborate, and because of the restrictions on their interview, they couldn’t ask him anything else.

Harry answered a few more questions, and then he ended the interview. The reporters seemed happy, and Harry hoped that everyone would leave him alone now. He quickly joined Remus and Draco in the kitchen, where they had a simple supper. After dinner, they all went into the sitting room and had a pleasant evening just sitting in front of the fire, each reading their own book. That night, the boys curled up in each other’s arms and fell into a contented sleep, the first one Draco had since his father died.

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Draco was abruptly woken up Christmas morning by a very excited Harry, who was bouncing on the bed.

“Wake up Draco! Please! I want to go open presents!” he whined.

“What in the bloody hell happened to you? Did someone hit you with a youth charm**?”

“Nope. I just like Christmas and I want to open my presents,” he said, in a pleading voice.

“Fine. I’m up. Are you happy now?” asked a very grumpy Draco.

“Yes. Let’s go wake Remus up now!” said Harry, grabbing Draco’s arm and dragging him out of the room.

They didn’t have to wake Remus up though. When they got to his room, he was just stepping out of it.

“Oh good! Your up. We were just coming to wake you up!” chirped Harry.

“I know. I could hear you all the way in my room. Before we do anything else, I want a cup of coffee,” said Remus, giving Harry a dark look.

Harry looked slightly embarrassed that Remus could hear them from his room. They needed to remember silencing charms next time they made love. From the slight blush on Draco’s cheeks, he guessed that his blond lover also realized what Remus’ remark implied.

They followed Remus to the kitchen where they were surprised to find Narcissa Malfoy in the kitchen, cooking a light breakfast.

“Mum! What are you doing here so early?”

“Hello Dear. I just got here a little bit ago. I am just making some oatmeal and toast. I figured you were all hungry. I arranged for one of our house elf’s to come and help you out the rest of your vacation. She will be here in a few hours.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to cook mum.”

“I don’t know how to do much, but I can handle oatmeal and toast. Sit down and eat. The coffee and tea will be ready soon,” she commanded.

They men sat down and after Narcissa served them, she sat down with her own bowl and cup of coffee.

“I am surprised you are all awake already,” she commented.

Remus and Draco both turned and glared at Harry, who blushed furiously.

“I’m sorry. I never enjoyed Christmas growing up, so now I try and enjoy every minute of it,” he said sheepishly.

“I’m sorry Harry. I forgot. I’m not mad. We can catch a nap later to make up for it,” said Draco, telling himself he would indulge his lover for the rest of the day.

Remus looked furious at the reminder of how Harry had grown up. He had to suppress a growl when he thought of the Dursley’s. It took all his willpower not to go storming out of there and tear them apart for hurting Harry.

Harry noticed the look on Remus’ face and put a hand on his shoulder. It seemed to calm him down, and nobody else noticed the tension and anger in the werewolf.

They continued to eat in comfortable silence, and as soon as they were done eating, Harry bounded out of his seat.

“Come on everybody! I want to start on the presents! Hurry up!”

Chuckling, everybody followed the excited Gryffindor to the sitting room where he enthusiastically passed out the presents. Once everybody had their own pile, they started opening them.

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An hour later Harry looked around at everybody in the room. Everyone seemed happy with their gifts. Harry got a kick out of seeing the look on Remus face when he opened the box with his new robes. He put them on immediately, and Harry thought he looked splendid in them. He also liked the set of novels and Harry thought he looked like he wanted to curl up and start reading them already.

Narcissa looked lovely with the diamond bracelet he got her. It went well with the pair of earrings that Draco had given her. She looked much better than the last time he saw her.

Harry was also pleased with the reactions Draco gave when he opened the presents from Harry. The book on Dragons made him smile and give Harry a peck on the cheek. He also was pleased with the potions kit he got him. He leaned over and told Harry he planned to make a lubrication potion with it first. Harry blushed furiously, making Draco laugh out loud. When he saw the new wrist sheath for his wand, he immediately took off his old one and put on the new one.

Harry had gotten a book on Quidditch maneuvers, which would come in handy, a new broom servicing kit and a book bag with a weightless and unbreakable charm from Draco. He loved them all, especially his book bag. Now he wouldn’t have to constantly renew his charms when they wore off. He leaned over and gave Draco a deep kiss, which was happily returned.

From Remus, he got a handmade, worn book. When he opened it, he realized that it was a book made by the Marauders. It held notes to all of them, along with their pranks, jokes and the notes from their animagus transformation.

“Remus. Thank you so much!” Harry cried. Remus leaned over and gave Harry a big hug and kiss on the top of his head.

“I figured you would like this. There are also some pictures in the back of it, but mostly its just notes. I think this will show you what your father and Sirius were really like. This is the real them.”

From Narcissa he got a ring with the Malfoy family seal. When Harry looked at her with puzzlement, she explained.

“This is to officially welcome you in the family. It is usually given to women who marry into the family. I know that you are in the ‘male’ role in the relationship, but I wanted to do something to let you know how much I appreciate all you have done, and how much I already care for you. You are part of the Malfoy family, and will be afforded such rights. That ring can only be worn by someone formally welcomed into the family, which you were the day you bonded with my son.”

“Thank you Narcissa, mum.” said Harry.

When Narcissa heard Harry hesitantly call her mum, she burst into tears of joy. She leapt up and gathered both the boys in a huge hug, practically squeezing the breath out of them.


“Mum! We can’t breath! You can let go now!” whined Draco.

She pulled away, a bit embarrassed at her tears.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed mum. I feel like crying right now too,” said Harry.

When Draco looked at him sharply he elaborated.

“I feel so happy knowing that I have a family now. It’s not perfect, far from it actually, but to know that I have one is important to me. Before I had lots of friends, but not a family. Remus is like a father to me and now I have a mum. With Hermione and Ron like a brother and sister, it feels complete. Maybe one day you and I will care more for each other, but until then, I feel content. I have a life now.

There sappy little conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the Malfoy house elf.

“Hello Lunky. I want you to stay here and take care of my son, his husband and Mr. Lupin here. Serve them as you would my family. If it works out, you will be staying here permanently.” said Narcissa.

“Mum, you don’t have to give us a house elf.” protested Draco.

“Yes I do. Consider it a late wedding present, and a Christmas present combined. And son, I need to speak with you in private later. I have a present I want to give you, and I need to talk with you about a few things.”

“Why not now?” he asked.

“Yes mum, it’s okay if you want to spend time with Draco. I understand, and besides, I want to read these books. You go have some mother/son time,” said Harry. Narcissa agreed, and they went to the kitchen for privacy. Harry went up to his and Draco’s room and curled up on the bed to read the Marauders book.

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Draco wondered why his mother seemed so nervous about what ever it was she wanted to talk to him about, so it was with some trepidation that he followed her to the kitchen. Once they got there, she motioned for him to sit, which he did.

“First off Draco, I want to tell you that your fathers’ funeral will be two days before New Years. It is going to be a private ceremony, just you, me, Harry, Severus and Professor Dumbledore. He will be interred in the family vault at Malfoy Manor.”

“Can Remus come too mum? I have really grown to like him, and I would like for him to be there,” asked Draco.

“If he wishes. Now, Draco, I didn’t get you a traditional gift this year. I just didn’t have the strength to go Christmas shopping, but I brought you something from the manor and I hope you like it. I hope that it isn’t too soon to give this to you, and if it is, I am sorry.”

Draco just watched her in confusion and nervousness while she took something out of her robes and enlarged it. He gasped when he saw what was in front of him.

A very large portrait of his father. A traditional Wizarding portrait, which meant that it was semi-sentient.

“Hello son,” said the portrait Lucius.

“Father. Oh gods, I’ve missed you father. Why did you have to answer that summons? Didn’t you know that it would be a trap?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry Draco. I have no recollection of those events. I was painted before that, and the charm that activated me at the time of my death does not update me. I was painted two years ago, so my memories are from then on back.”

“So you know nothing about what has happened recently?”

“Your mother updated me on recent events. I am sorry that I got you in this mess son. I only hope that you can come to be happy in the future. I know that Potter is not the most desirable choice, but he can keep you safe. Does he treat you well?”

“Yes he does father. He has helped me since you died. I don’t know what I would have done without him.”

“Well, that’s good to know son. Keep strong and I will be here for you if you need me. Your mother tells me that you intend to make this your main home, so I will be kept here. There is an identical portrait at the manor, so I will be popping back and forth as needed. Don’t forget your dreams Draco. They were important to you.”

“Yes father. I love you,” said Draco, with tears in his eyes. He kissed his mother on the cheek and ran up to his rooms. He needed to be alone for a while.


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Harry was completely engrossed in the Marauders book when he felt Draco’s sadness. He pushed on his bond to find out what was the matter, but Draco shoved him out. Suddenly the door burst open and in came Draco, who was crying heavily.

“What the hell is the matter with you Potter?” he yelled.

“What do you mean? What did I do?”

“You tried to invade my thoughts! You promised you wouldn’t do that!”

“You were upset, I was worried. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” apologized Harry.

“It better not. It’s bad enough that I have to spend the rest of my life with you, I don’t need all my thoughts invaded too!” he sneered.

“What the bloody hell is the matter with you?” demanded Harry.

“Nothing is the matter with me Potter. I’m finally myself again. I am done being the poncy little crybaby that you have to constantly comfort. Oh, and I am going to take you up on that offer. I am sure you can find something to occupy your time while I apprentice with Snape. I figure we can go about one and a half hours apart, then we can renew the bond and I can go back to work. Now, if you don’t mind, I think I will take a nap. I would like to be alone if possible.”

Shocked, Harry walked numbly out of the bedroom, wondering what the fuck just happened. Remembering that he was with his mum last, he went to find Narcissa to get some answers.


A/n well everyone, why do you think Draco is acting the way he is? A curse from the painting? Hidden suggestions from Lucius? I have a few ideas, but if anyone has something they would like to see happen, leave it in a review. If I like it, and use it, I will credit you in the story. That’s all for now.

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