Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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To be Apart
Chapter Number/Total: 18/37
Chapter Title: To Be Apart
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Harry was left staring after Dumbledore as confused as ever. He received quite a start when everything in the room returned to its original state. Instead of sitting on the chair, he suddenly found himself on his back in bed. He didn't move when it happened, just stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked after a moment.
Draco stood with his back to Harry. He didn't answer. He hadn't moved since he'd made his declaration.
Harry sat up, frowning. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco began to tremble, his control slipping.
Harry continued to frown, standing up from the bed. He came up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him tight and hoping that he wasn't angry with him.
Draco gasped and continued to shudder as emotions, held in check while Dumbledore was present, seemed to ripple through him.
Harry didn't know what was wrong, but he had known that Draco had been holding back the entire time Dumbledore had been in the room.
Tears were running down Draco's cheeks again. Damn, but every time he turned around these days he seemed to be crying. He shook his head. "Would you let them?" he asked quietly.
Harry didn't answer for a moment. "Look at me," he said quietly.
Draco turned his head to look over his shoulder at the other boy. He gritted his teeth as he stared into those green eyes.
"No," Harry said, holding Draco tightly. "Not if it means so much to you. You're mine for how long?"
"Always," Draco whispered, shaking.
"Always," Harry repeated. He couldn't really believe how much Draco cared about their promise. He hadn't known.
Draco turned in Harry's arms so that he could face him. "We need to talk," he said quietly, his voice still thick with emotion.
Harry looked at Draco. Those weren't exactly the most comforting words, but he nodded.
Draco took Harry's hand and led him back over to sit on the bed. Draco sat with his legs folded and looked down, trying to compose his thoughts.
Harry sat very close to Draco, trying to comfort him with his nearness. "What is it?" he asked.
"They are worried that I am endangering you," Draco said. "I don't want that."
Harry glared slightly. "I know you're not," he said. "Sod them all to hell."
"They could be right," Draco whispered. "We don't know the extent of what we promised."
"But it seems like you're the only one affected by it," Harry said. "How is that a danger to me?"
Draco looked away. "Can you remember what you said that night?"
Harry would've laughed if the mood had been different. He settled for an incredulous, "No."
Draco smiled. "I remember parts but not all." He reached a hand out to lie along Harry's cheek. "I remember something about sex and food."
Harry raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I remember sex all right ... everything else is kind of blurry ... even the sex is a bit blurry."
Draco's cheeks coloured and he smirked. "That part is pretty clear for me."
Harry smiled just a little bit smugly. "I might remember a few things ..." he said uncertainly.
Draco smiled, lying back on the bed. "To be safe, it would help if we could reconstruct what happened. When I die, I don't want this to damage you."
Harry frowned, but then nodded. "Even though I don't plan on letting you die," he said, lying down next to Draco. He sighed. "How are we going to remember ...?"
Draco put his arm around Harry, drawing him close. He was relaxing now after the tension of earlier.
Harry just lay there for a few moments, trying to remember. "I know something we can do," he said.
"What?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised.
Harry looked sideways at him. "We could use Dumbledore's Pensieve," he suggested.
Draco's eyebrows shot up higher. "You have access to a Pensieve? That would be helpful." He smiled, thinking about viewing the memory. "And hot."
Harry grinned. "Maybe just a bit," he said, and then he made a face. "As long as Dumbledore doesn't watch it with us."
"Eugh!" Draco grimaced, shuddering.
Harry laughed at him. "Well, I guess that's what we'll do then. I'm a bit surprised Dumbledore didn't ask that actually ... Must have a lot on his mind ..."
"Will he let us use it without him?" Draco asked suspiciously.
Harry shrugged. "He'll probably leave the room for a moment while we watch it," he said.
"A moment?" Draco asked. "I think that would be ... awkward."
Harry laughed. "You think it would be awkward because you'd want to jump me afterwards."
Draco grinned. "You could watch us do that and not want to fuck me again?"
Harry grinned again. "Probably not," he said. "But I doubt Dumbledore will just let us have his office to watch the memory and then have a quick shag."
Draco was trying to concentrate on the magical aspects of the conversation, but the image of shagging Harry in Dumbledore's office was very distracting. He shook his head to clear it. "I think one of us would have to view, and speak what they heard, while the other took notes."
"We couldn't both watch it?" Harry asked, even though he knew Draco's suggestion would probably be the most effective.
"Oh, Gods, that sounds great." Draco grinned. "But we need someone to stay clear to write down what the 'binding promise' contains."
Harry sighed. "Yeah, I guess," he said. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Draco. "Who gets to watch?"
Draco laughed, shaking his head. "If the person watching repeats the words ... what do you think would happen if you repeated those words to me?"
Harry pouted again and huffed. "Oh, fine," he said. "You can watch it then." He was still for a moment. "I wonder what would happen if we both went into the memory .…"
Draco had gone quiet, frowning. "We may have a problem."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"I don't know how I will respond to memory you," Draco said quietly. "Is it just you now, or would the binding spell trigger a response to the Pensieve you?"
Harry frowned. "You probably only respond to the real me ... but we can't be sure .... I guess we'll just have to wait and see. When do you want to do it?"
"Soon," Draco replied, relaxing back again. "But I need rest right now, and the old man said you have to attend classes."
Harry frowned. "Yeah," he said, sitting up again. He rolled so that his arms were on either side of Draco's shoulders and his knees were on either side of his legs. He looked down at him. "I'll see you later," he said, giving Draco a dozen chaste kisses on the lips.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, groaning at the suggestive position. He kissed back, heading for very unchaste.
Harry laughed. "I really do have to go," he said reluctantly.
"Harry Potter is a tease," Draco said with a sigh, falling back against the pillows and smirking.
Harry smiled. "I can't help it," he said, climbing off Draco. He got off the bed, too. "I guess I'll see you later," he said.
Draco frowned and took a deep breath, hands clenched.
Harry walked back over to the bed. "It'll be okay, Draco," he said, smoothing his hair. "I'll be back in a few hours, and when I do come back, you'll be all nice and rested and ready for me," he said suggestively, trying to make the mood light before he left.
Draco smiled weakly. "I believe you," he answered. "I just ..." He shrugged. "You go. I need my beauty sleep," he tried to joke back.
Harry smiled and stood up again. "A few hours," he repeated once he'd reached the door. He left the room then, not letting Draco see his grimace as he did.
***
The entire way to class was torture. Harry had to force himself to keep going, and almost turned back at least three times. He couldn't stand not being with Draco. It was a bit strange.
Hermione rushed up to him when he met her outside the door to Transfiguration, leaving Ron hovering awkwardly behind her.
"Harry," she said anxiously, holding the sleeve of his robes, "are you okay?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Draco's fine too -- for now."
Hermione nodded, giving just the tiniest bit of a frown at the name Draco. She turned her head to Ron and gave him a look, but he simply scowled and leaned back against the wall.
Harry glared at Ron, but otherwise didn't acknowledge him. Perhaps Harry was a bit to blame since he had delivered the news of his and Draco's relationship in a rather ... blunt .. way, but Ron was still being an arse.
"I tried to talk to him," Hermione said turning back to Harry. "But he's … he says he can't really understand why you … well, you know ...."
Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. "He can be a git if he wants. What do I care?"
Hermione gave a big sigh. "Why do you two always have to be so --" She put her hands up and closed her eyes. "No, never mind." She looked up at Harry now and gripped his sleeve a little tighter. "Harry, to be completely honest -- I don't understand any of this either."
Harry frowned. He didn't even understand it. "I can't explain it, Hermione," he said, pained expression in place. "It didn't take any time, it just -- happened. I just felt it."
Hermione was frowning at him. "Harry, how did you even -- what happened?"
Harry sighed. "Can we talk about this later? I still don't think it's a good idea for this whole thing to get out… if Voldemort gets wind of it .…"
Hermione nodded again.
The bell rang then, and Harry followed Hermione into the classroom and sat next to her. Normally, Ron would've sat next to Harry, but he chose the seat next to Hermione. Harry's mood only worsened.
As the class went on and they were finally left to begin the practical part, a few other people came to ask Harry where he'd been. Unable to come up with anything else, Harry told them all that he'd had a sudden bad bout of flu. It would likely be a bit of a problem later, since Harry intended to spend as much time with Draco as he could.
"You mind explaining things to me a bit better now?" Hermione asked, turning a pillow into a rabbit and back.
Harry didn't even bother with his pillow. "I suppose," he said, looking around him quickly. The only person in close distance was Ron, and Harry didn't care if he listened or not. He told Hermione about Draco kissing him in the bathroom, and about how he had followed him into the Room of Requirement later on. He told her how Draco had actually invited Harry inside the room, and that there had been a couch and even tea. He told her about how their second kiss had happened and how it had simply developed instantly from that moment. "Actually, now that I think of it," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, "I never intended the kiss to get so out of hand. It was like I kissed him and I immediately needed him. Merlin, it doesn't matter how it started, I just know where I'm at now and that I don't want to leave there, ever. It sounds mad, I know. He's Draco Malfoy, his father's a convicted Death Eater, he's got a mission from Voldemort, and I've hated him for six years, but …" he sighed, "none of that matters anymore .… Like I said, I can't explain it."
Ron snorted humorlessly when Harry finished.
Harry looked down the table at him. "Something you want to say?" he asked angrily.
"Harry, you're fucking daft," Ron said, leaning in past Hermione so that he could be right in Harry's face. "It's Malfoy! Ever think maybe he's just fucking around with you?"
Harry glared. "I know he's not," he said, voice deadly slow and quiet.
"Yeah, well, let's see what you say when you're looking down the end of You-Know-Who's wand when Malfoy hands you over to him."
Harry very nearly jumped out of his seat and attacked Ron, but he didn't. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Ron?" he asked almost too loudly. "Do you think I'd be doing this if I thought he was going to do something to me or -- or -- or something like that!"
"That's just because you're shagging him, right?" Ron asked viciously. "Which is disgusting, by the way."
Harry's hands began shaking. "It's not you who's fucking a bloke! Why do you care who I fuck! Fucking mind your own business, Ron!" Harry was surprised that he was managing not to shout.
"Fine, I will!" Ron said angrily. "Fuck him all the way to your death for all I care!" He then got to his feet and marched over to sit with Neville, Seamus and Dean.
Harry was still shaking. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Hermione grasped his sleeve again. "Oh, Harry," she said. He could tell she was crying, but he didn't respond.
It took a few minutes to calm down, but Harry finally did. He reached for his wand like nothing had happened and transfigured the pillow in front of him into a rabbit with white-blond fur. He sighed and shook his head.
***
The rest of Harry's day had been just as wonderful as that first class. He couldn't wait to get back up to the infirmary and pretend like there was one else in the world but him and Draco.
When classes were finally over, he made his way as fast as he could. He walked straight in and didn't even tell Madam Pomfrey he was there. He went over to Draco's door and pushed it open.
The room was quiet. A tray of food was on the nightstand beside the bed, though it didn't look like much had been eaten. And Draco was curled into a ball, eyes closed and body unmoving.
Harry sighed; just the sight of Draco took a weight off his chest. He dropped his bag on the floor and crept over to the bed, crawling in beside Draco.
Despite the nightclothes and the bedding, Draco's skin was cold and he was shivering.
Harry had been expecting Draco to be nice and warm and for him to sleepily greet him. He frowned and sat up. "Draco?" he asked worriedly, shaking him a bit.
Draco was still breathing but he didn't respond to Harry's voice or touch.
Harry groaned. "Draco, wake up," he said in a pained voice, praying that that was all it would take.
Draco groaned, shivering increasing. The room was warm, especially with the window that had been added.
Harry bent low, close to Draco's face. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously, wanting to pull Draco to him and hug him to make the shivering stop, but also wondering if that would hurt him.
Draco turned his face toward Harry's breath, breathing it in. "Harry," he whispered. "Need Harry."
Harry frowned. "I'm right here," he said confusedly, but then he remembered the last time Draco had said those words and what they had meant. "Draco, do you need me ... inside?"
"Yes," Draco breathed, still unable to do anything more. He felt cold and empty.
Harry nodded. "Okay, I'm here," he said, kissing Draco. He got up from the bed and removed all his clothes quickly. His head spun with the fact that Draco needed him this way, literally needed him. He wasn't hard yet, he couldn't be, but he moved back on the bed and kissed Draco again, moving his hands to pull off Draco's trousers as he did.
Draco had no strength to help. He lay passively and moaning under Harry's touch.
Harry pulled them off quickly, whispered, "It's okay, I'm here," over and over again. He Summoned the lotion and prepared Draco quickly and then worked furiously at his half-hard cock for a minute. He crawled into position and kissed Draco again. "Ready, love?"
"Yes," Draco whispered, feeling Harry pressed against his back and wishing he could do something.
Harry pushed halfway in and bit his lip, letting his eyes fall shut. He gave Draco a moment to adjust and then pushed in fully. He wanted to get this over with quickly. He didn't like it much when Draco wasn't able to move or hardly even speak.
Draco moaned louder now, his body beginning to warm to Harry's touch. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry sighed. That was a little more like it. He went a bit faster, but was still gentle.
Draco came to consciousness with Harry inside him, his whole body seeming to wake as the waves of the other boy's magic flowed through him. "Harry," he gasped, the sensation of being fucked like this both painful and needed.
"I'm here," Harry told Draco, pushing in and out. He pulled Draco up a bit by his hips to make it easier on both of them.
"Yours," Draco gasped, pain starting to turn to pleasure as his own cock began to harden.
"Always," was Harry's automatic response. He could feel Draco beginning to stir beneath him. He went faster, wanting Draco to just do something.
Draco moaned now, beginning to thrust back against Harry. "Yes, please," he gasped, hands gripping the sheets.
Harry's moan now almost sounded like one of relief as Draco began to move. He draped himself over Draco's back and let his eyes close. "I'm here," he whispered.
"Yes, here, inside me," Draco gasped, reaching a hand back to tangle in Harry's hair.
"Always will be; always," Harry panted. "You're mine." He was moving a bit faster now, a bit harder.
"Yes, always inside me," Draco gasped. "Always yours." He was trembling with the power of it all. He turned his face, looking over his shoulder to see his lover.
Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes. God, he was so beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed him gently.
Draco kissed him back eagerly, his grey eyes shining as he gazed into Harry's.
Harry slowly let his tongue out to meet with Draco's inside his mouth. He nipped at his lips.
"Mmm," Draco's hummed, his own tongue caressing Harry's. He reached his hand down to his own cock and began fisting it in time with Harry's thrusts.
Harry was panting now, and pulled away from the kiss, his head dropping onto Draco's shoulder. "I love you," he mouthed along the other boy's skin. "I love you."
"Yes," Draco hissed, his head falling back against Harry's shoulder. His hand was working faster on his cock, and he knew that he was getting close. "Come inside me," he begged.
Harry's moan was pitiful now. "Draco," he let out in a strangled voice as he did just as Draco asked, coming inside him.
Draco gasped as Harry came, his magic flooding him with warmth. He fisted himself for a minute longer before coming in a quiet strangled sound and then relaxing against Harry. He breathed for a bit, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Harry pressed against and inside him.
Harry rolled off Draco slowly to lie on his back next to him, eyes closed as he breathed deeply. "You all right?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
Draco turned and pressed himself against Harry's side, his head on Harry's chest. "Yes," he answered quietly, thinking. "Something went wrong, didn't it?"
Harry absentmindedly brought his hand around to stroke the skin of Draco's back. "Hmm?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"You are ... upset, about something. I went to sleep and woke up with you inside me." Draco grinned. "I certainly don't mind that part, I just want to know what happened."
Harry sighed and opened his eyes, looking at Draco for a second and then looking up at the ceiling. "It -- it's nothing. Ron was just a prat and -- he's -- it's not like I expected anything different from him."
Draco lifted himself up on one elbow to look down at Harry. "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. He would be pretty jealous by now," he said, watching Harry's face.
Harry frowned and looked at Draco again. "Jealous?" he asked, confused.
Draco snorted and shook his head. "Gryffindors. How you lot manage I will never understand. You miss so much of what is going on around you."
"Do we really?" Harry asked, but then he shrugged. "You're probably right if I've missed that you've fancied me since first year. Although Hermione might disagree with you."
"I didn't say that he fancied you in the way I do," Draco said. "I said he is jealous. Not all jealousy is about sex." He smirked again.
"EUGH!" Harry said suddenly. "I didn't say he fancied me either!" He shuddered a bit at the very thought.
Draco laughed happily. "What would the ... Granger disagree with exactly?" he asked, head cocked.
"The thing about Gryffindors missing what's going on around us," Harry said, face still scrunched up with disgust.
"Well, that one sees more than others." Draco sighed. "But Slytherins, we watch everything and everyone. Part of our training."
Harry laughed. "Training?" he asked. "Must've missed the Gryffindor sessions," he said, shaking his head.
"House training," Draco said and then frowned. "Though in my case it was hardly necessary, given my family's traditions."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Draco rolled back so that he lay beside Harry, looking up at the ceiling. "You have met my ... father," he said with a sigh.
Harry frowned again. "Yes," he said, and he couldn't quite manage to push all the disgust out of his voice. The memory of the man who looked so much like Draco, pointing his wand at him and his friends in the Ministry, came to him instantly.
"Have you ever actually thought about what kind of ... training I had before coming here?" he asked quietly.
"No," Harry said quietly. "I didn't even know such things happened."
"Well, it's not like I went to school before Hogwarts," Draco said. "I had tutors."
"Oh, well, yeah. Ron's mum taught him and his brothers and Ginny and stuff. You know, math and how to read and write ... things like that."
Draco snorted. "I would imagine what the Weasleys teach and what my father considers important would be ... very different."
Harry nodded, unable to picture two families that were more different than the Weasleys and the Malfoys. "What things did you learn?" he asked.
Draco rolled over and reached for his wand beside the bed, doing Cleaning Charms for both of them and then pulling the covers up. He lay back down, frowning at the ceiling. "Power, manipulation, war, strategy, seduction, dark magic, literature, philosophy, magical theory,” he listed off.
Harry's eyes grew wider with every word. "At younger than eleven?" he asked, slightly incredulous. "Manipulation, power, seduction? At eleven?"
"Sun Tzu, Plato, Machiavelli, Shakespeare." Draco kept listing. "Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, German."
Harry's eyes were still wide. "I don't even know most of that now," he said, staring at Draco.
Draco nodded. "And I have been expected to continue those studies while here as well, with intensives on the breaks."
"That's mad!" Harry said. "What on earth could you possibly do after school that would need all that?"
Draco started laughing, not a happy laugh but one with a bit of hysteria to it. He shook his head. "What do you think they expect me to do after school, Harry?"
Harry grimaced and hugged Draco to him. "Forget I asked," he said quietly.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled against Harry and sighed. "So, when you finish school, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want to be an Auror, I think," he said shrugging. "That's what all my classes are for this year anyway."
Draco nipped at Harry's chest with his teeth.
Harry flinched a bit and then grinned down at Draco. "Something you want?" he asked, brow raised.
"I'm hungry." Draco smiled and looked into Harry's eyes.
"Oh," Harry said, sitting up. He looked over at the tray on the bedside table. "Well, no wonder. It looks like you haven't eaten anything today."
"I ate before you left but then I fell asleep," Draco said, frowning at the tray. Something about that bothered him. He felt he was missing something.
Harry snorted humorlessly. "Passed out more like," he muttered. He got off the bed and examined the food. "This is all cold and gross," he said. "Want me to get you something else?"
"Oh, yes," Draco said, sitting up and smiling. "And a pudding too."
Harry snorted again, only now it was a real laugh. "Yes, sir," he said as he pulled his trousers on. "Anything else?" he added, grinning.
Draco's smile became a big grin. "I like you waiting on me. I am sure I could find other things you could do for me ...." He waggled his eyebrows.
Harry smirked and rolled his eyes. "I'm irresistible, I know," he said, shaking his hips a bit as he slid his slacks on. "But, you'll have to wait for some of this until after you eat."
Draco chuckled. “As you wish."
Harry rolled his eyes again and left the room. He came back a few minutes later with a tray full of more food.
***
They had eaten dinner and were working on the pudding. Draco felt a lot better now that Harry was there. He encouraged Harry to tell him about his day and listened intently.
"... then I told them I just had the flu; they're not going to buy that obviously, but it was the only thing I could think of," Harry was saying as he took bite of pudding.
Draco was momentarily distracted by the bit of chocolate on Harry's lips. He nodded his head, smiling.
Harry sighed. "Hermione's being mental about everything of course," he said. "She told me she's already looked through three books on binding. It'll be a great help though." He stuck his tongue out and licked up some chocolate from his bottom lip.
Draco nearly groaned, licking his own lips in automatic response. "I would like to read those books," he said, when he realised what Harry had said.
Harry shrugged. "All right," he said, taking another bite. "I'll tell her to let me see them tomorrow." He sighed again and then whined. "When do you think you'll be able to go back to classes? I don't like you not being there with me. Today was torture."
Draco frowned. "And what are we going to do when we have class together?" he asked.
Harry frowned too. "I don't know," he said. "I'd just like to be able to see you at least. To know that you’re all right. And I hear empty classrooms and broom closets can be quite useful," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
Draco made a kind of lopsided smirk that still seemed too serious. "How are we going to treat each other? Are we going to keep hiding this?"
Harry frowned again. "We could just ignore each other ..." he said, knowing that that would just make people suspicious, but also knowing that he wouldn't be able to act like his old self if he tried.
Draco snorted, and raised his eyebrows in that classic 'who are you kidding, Potter?' expression. Before either of them could continue, there was a knock at the door.
Harry's head turned. He looked back at Draco and shrugged before getting up and going over to the door, as he was the only one wearing anything.
Draco reached for his nightclothes, slipping the nightshirt over his head and then casting around, trying to figure out what had happened to the bottoms.
Harry had been expecting Madam Pomfrey to be there with some potions for Draco or something, but it was not the school nurse. It was probably the last two people in the world whom he would choose to see him in his state of undress. Professor Snape stood sneering at him, one eyebrow raised. On his right was Professor McGonagall, with both eyebrows raised.
"You might want to put some clothes on, Mr Potter," she said.
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Harry was left staring after Dumbledore as confused as ever. He received quite a start when everything in the room returned to its original state. Instead of sitting on the chair, he suddenly found himself on his back in bed. He didn't move when it happened, just stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked after a moment.
Draco stood with his back to Harry. He didn't answer. He hadn't moved since he'd made his declaration.
Harry sat up, frowning. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco began to tremble, his control slipping.
Harry continued to frown, standing up from the bed. He came up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him tight and hoping that he wasn't angry with him.
Draco gasped and continued to shudder as emotions, held in check while Dumbledore was present, seemed to ripple through him.
Harry didn't know what was wrong, but he had known that Draco had been holding back the entire time Dumbledore had been in the room.
Tears were running down Draco's cheeks again. Damn, but every time he turned around these days he seemed to be crying. He shook his head. "Would you let them?" he asked quietly.
Harry didn't answer for a moment. "Look at me," he said quietly.
Draco turned his head to look over his shoulder at the other boy. He gritted his teeth as he stared into those green eyes.
"No," Harry said, holding Draco tightly. "Not if it means so much to you. You're mine for how long?"
"Always," Draco whispered, shaking.
"Always," Harry repeated. He couldn't really believe how much Draco cared about their promise. He hadn't known.
Draco turned in Harry's arms so that he could face him. "We need to talk," he said quietly, his voice still thick with emotion.
Harry looked at Draco. Those weren't exactly the most comforting words, but he nodded.
Draco took Harry's hand and led him back over to sit on the bed. Draco sat with his legs folded and looked down, trying to compose his thoughts.
Harry sat very close to Draco, trying to comfort him with his nearness. "What is it?" he asked.
"They are worried that I am endangering you," Draco said. "I don't want that."
Harry glared slightly. "I know you're not," he said. "Sod them all to hell."
"They could be right," Draco whispered. "We don't know the extent of what we promised."
"But it seems like you're the only one affected by it," Harry said. "How is that a danger to me?"
Draco looked away. "Can you remember what you said that night?"
Harry would've laughed if the mood had been different. He settled for an incredulous, "No."
Draco smiled. "I remember parts but not all." He reached a hand out to lie along Harry's cheek. "I remember something about sex and food."
Harry raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I remember sex all right ... everything else is kind of blurry ... even the sex is a bit blurry."
Draco's cheeks coloured and he smirked. "That part is pretty clear for me."
Harry smiled just a little bit smugly. "I might remember a few things ..." he said uncertainly.
Draco smiled, lying back on the bed. "To be safe, it would help if we could reconstruct what happened. When I die, I don't want this to damage you."
Harry frowned, but then nodded. "Even though I don't plan on letting you die," he said, lying down next to Draco. He sighed. "How are we going to remember ...?"
Draco put his arm around Harry, drawing him close. He was relaxing now after the tension of earlier.
Harry just lay there for a few moments, trying to remember. "I know something we can do," he said.
"What?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised.
Harry looked sideways at him. "We could use Dumbledore's Pensieve," he suggested.
Draco's eyebrows shot up higher. "You have access to a Pensieve? That would be helpful." He smiled, thinking about viewing the memory. "And hot."
Harry grinned. "Maybe just a bit," he said, and then he made a face. "As long as Dumbledore doesn't watch it with us."
"Eugh!" Draco grimaced, shuddering.
Harry laughed at him. "Well, I guess that's what we'll do then. I'm a bit surprised Dumbledore didn't ask that actually ... Must have a lot on his mind ..."
"Will he let us use it without him?" Draco asked suspiciously.
Harry shrugged. "He'll probably leave the room for a moment while we watch it," he said.
"A moment?" Draco asked. "I think that would be ... awkward."
Harry laughed. "You think it would be awkward because you'd want to jump me afterwards."
Draco grinned. "You could watch us do that and not want to fuck me again?"
Harry grinned again. "Probably not," he said. "But I doubt Dumbledore will just let us have his office to watch the memory and then have a quick shag."
Draco was trying to concentrate on the magical aspects of the conversation, but the image of shagging Harry in Dumbledore's office was very distracting. He shook his head to clear it. "I think one of us would have to view, and speak what they heard, while the other took notes."
"We couldn't both watch it?" Harry asked, even though he knew Draco's suggestion would probably be the most effective.
"Oh, Gods, that sounds great." Draco grinned. "But we need someone to stay clear to write down what the 'binding promise' contains."
Harry sighed. "Yeah, I guess," he said. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Draco. "Who gets to watch?"
Draco laughed, shaking his head. "If the person watching repeats the words ... what do you think would happen if you repeated those words to me?"
Harry pouted again and huffed. "Oh, fine," he said. "You can watch it then." He was still for a moment. "I wonder what would happen if we both went into the memory .…"
Draco had gone quiet, frowning. "We may have a problem."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"I don't know how I will respond to memory you," Draco said quietly. "Is it just you now, or would the binding spell trigger a response to the Pensieve you?"
Harry frowned. "You probably only respond to the real me ... but we can't be sure .... I guess we'll just have to wait and see. When do you want to do it?"
"Soon," Draco replied, relaxing back again. "But I need rest right now, and the old man said you have to attend classes."
Harry frowned. "Yeah," he said, sitting up again. He rolled so that his arms were on either side of Draco's shoulders and his knees were on either side of his legs. He looked down at him. "I'll see you later," he said, giving Draco a dozen chaste kisses on the lips.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, groaning at the suggestive position. He kissed back, heading for very unchaste.
Harry laughed. "I really do have to go," he said reluctantly.
"Harry Potter is a tease," Draco said with a sigh, falling back against the pillows and smirking.
Harry smiled. "I can't help it," he said, climbing off Draco. He got off the bed, too. "I guess I'll see you later," he said.
Draco frowned and took a deep breath, hands clenched.
Harry walked back over to the bed. "It'll be okay, Draco," he said, smoothing his hair. "I'll be back in a few hours, and when I do come back, you'll be all nice and rested and ready for me," he said suggestively, trying to make the mood light before he left.
Draco smiled weakly. "I believe you," he answered. "I just ..." He shrugged. "You go. I need my beauty sleep," he tried to joke back.
Harry smiled and stood up again. "A few hours," he repeated once he'd reached the door. He left the room then, not letting Draco see his grimace as he did.
***
The entire way to class was torture. Harry had to force himself to keep going, and almost turned back at least three times. He couldn't stand not being with Draco. It was a bit strange.
Hermione rushed up to him when he met her outside the door to Transfiguration, leaving Ron hovering awkwardly behind her.
"Harry," she said anxiously, holding the sleeve of his robes, "are you okay?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Draco's fine too -- for now."
Hermione nodded, giving just the tiniest bit of a frown at the name Draco. She turned her head to Ron and gave him a look, but he simply scowled and leaned back against the wall.
Harry glared at Ron, but otherwise didn't acknowledge him. Perhaps Harry was a bit to blame since he had delivered the news of his and Draco's relationship in a rather ... blunt .. way, but Ron was still being an arse.
"I tried to talk to him," Hermione said turning back to Harry. "But he's … he says he can't really understand why you … well, you know ...."
Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. "He can be a git if he wants. What do I care?"
Hermione gave a big sigh. "Why do you two always have to be so --" She put her hands up and closed her eyes. "No, never mind." She looked up at Harry now and gripped his sleeve a little tighter. "Harry, to be completely honest -- I don't understand any of this either."
Harry frowned. He didn't even understand it. "I can't explain it, Hermione," he said, pained expression in place. "It didn't take any time, it just -- happened. I just felt it."
Hermione was frowning at him. "Harry, how did you even -- what happened?"
Harry sighed. "Can we talk about this later? I still don't think it's a good idea for this whole thing to get out… if Voldemort gets wind of it .…"
Hermione nodded again.
The bell rang then, and Harry followed Hermione into the classroom and sat next to her. Normally, Ron would've sat next to Harry, but he chose the seat next to Hermione. Harry's mood only worsened.
As the class went on and they were finally left to begin the practical part, a few other people came to ask Harry where he'd been. Unable to come up with anything else, Harry told them all that he'd had a sudden bad bout of flu. It would likely be a bit of a problem later, since Harry intended to spend as much time with Draco as he could.
"You mind explaining things to me a bit better now?" Hermione asked, turning a pillow into a rabbit and back.
Harry didn't even bother with his pillow. "I suppose," he said, looking around him quickly. The only person in close distance was Ron, and Harry didn't care if he listened or not. He told Hermione about Draco kissing him in the bathroom, and about how he had followed him into the Room of Requirement later on. He told her how Draco had actually invited Harry inside the room, and that there had been a couch and even tea. He told her about how their second kiss had happened and how it had simply developed instantly from that moment. "Actually, now that I think of it," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, "I never intended the kiss to get so out of hand. It was like I kissed him and I immediately needed him. Merlin, it doesn't matter how it started, I just know where I'm at now and that I don't want to leave there, ever. It sounds mad, I know. He's Draco Malfoy, his father's a convicted Death Eater, he's got a mission from Voldemort, and I've hated him for six years, but …" he sighed, "none of that matters anymore .… Like I said, I can't explain it."
Ron snorted humorlessly when Harry finished.
Harry looked down the table at him. "Something you want to say?" he asked angrily.
"Harry, you're fucking daft," Ron said, leaning in past Hermione so that he could be right in Harry's face. "It's Malfoy! Ever think maybe he's just fucking around with you?"
Harry glared. "I know he's not," he said, voice deadly slow and quiet.
"Yeah, well, let's see what you say when you're looking down the end of You-Know-Who's wand when Malfoy hands you over to him."
Harry very nearly jumped out of his seat and attacked Ron, but he didn't. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Ron?" he asked almost too loudly. "Do you think I'd be doing this if I thought he was going to do something to me or -- or -- or something like that!"
"That's just because you're shagging him, right?" Ron asked viciously. "Which is disgusting, by the way."
Harry's hands began shaking. "It's not you who's fucking a bloke! Why do you care who I fuck! Fucking mind your own business, Ron!" Harry was surprised that he was managing not to shout.
"Fine, I will!" Ron said angrily. "Fuck him all the way to your death for all I care!" He then got to his feet and marched over to sit with Neville, Seamus and Dean.
Harry was still shaking. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Hermione grasped his sleeve again. "Oh, Harry," she said. He could tell she was crying, but he didn't respond.
It took a few minutes to calm down, but Harry finally did. He reached for his wand like nothing had happened and transfigured the pillow in front of him into a rabbit with white-blond fur. He sighed and shook his head.
***
The rest of Harry's day had been just as wonderful as that first class. He couldn't wait to get back up to the infirmary and pretend like there was one else in the world but him and Draco.
When classes were finally over, he made his way as fast as he could. He walked straight in and didn't even tell Madam Pomfrey he was there. He went over to Draco's door and pushed it open.
The room was quiet. A tray of food was on the nightstand beside the bed, though it didn't look like much had been eaten. And Draco was curled into a ball, eyes closed and body unmoving.
Harry sighed; just the sight of Draco took a weight off his chest. He dropped his bag on the floor and crept over to the bed, crawling in beside Draco.
Despite the nightclothes and the bedding, Draco's skin was cold and he was shivering.
Harry had been expecting Draco to be nice and warm and for him to sleepily greet him. He frowned and sat up. "Draco?" he asked worriedly, shaking him a bit.
Draco was still breathing but he didn't respond to Harry's voice or touch.
Harry groaned. "Draco, wake up," he said in a pained voice, praying that that was all it would take.
Draco groaned, shivering increasing. The room was warm, especially with the window that had been added.
Harry bent low, close to Draco's face. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously, wanting to pull Draco to him and hug him to make the shivering stop, but also wondering if that would hurt him.
Draco turned his face toward Harry's breath, breathing it in. "Harry," he whispered. "Need Harry."
Harry frowned. "I'm right here," he said confusedly, but then he remembered the last time Draco had said those words and what they had meant. "Draco, do you need me ... inside?"
"Yes," Draco breathed, still unable to do anything more. He felt cold and empty.
Harry nodded. "Okay, I'm here," he said, kissing Draco. He got up from the bed and removed all his clothes quickly. His head spun with the fact that Draco needed him this way, literally needed him. He wasn't hard yet, he couldn't be, but he moved back on the bed and kissed Draco again, moving his hands to pull off Draco's trousers as he did.
Draco had no strength to help. He lay passively and moaning under Harry's touch.
Harry pulled them off quickly, whispered, "It's okay, I'm here," over and over again. He Summoned the lotion and prepared Draco quickly and then worked furiously at his half-hard cock for a minute. He crawled into position and kissed Draco again. "Ready, love?"
"Yes," Draco whispered, feeling Harry pressed against his back and wishing he could do something.
Harry pushed halfway in and bit his lip, letting his eyes fall shut. He gave Draco a moment to adjust and then pushed in fully. He wanted to get this over with quickly. He didn't like it much when Draco wasn't able to move or hardly even speak.
Draco moaned louder now, his body beginning to warm to Harry's touch. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry sighed. That was a little more like it. He went a bit faster, but was still gentle.
Draco came to consciousness with Harry inside him, his whole body seeming to wake as the waves of the other boy's magic flowed through him. "Harry," he gasped, the sensation of being fucked like this both painful and needed.
"I'm here," Harry told Draco, pushing in and out. He pulled Draco up a bit by his hips to make it easier on both of them.
"Yours," Draco gasped, pain starting to turn to pleasure as his own cock began to harden.
"Always," was Harry's automatic response. He could feel Draco beginning to stir beneath him. He went faster, wanting Draco to just do something.
Draco moaned now, beginning to thrust back against Harry. "Yes, please," he gasped, hands gripping the sheets.
Harry's moan now almost sounded like one of relief as Draco began to move. He draped himself over Draco's back and let his eyes close. "I'm here," he whispered.
"Yes, here, inside me," Draco gasped, reaching a hand back to tangle in Harry's hair.
"Always will be; always," Harry panted. "You're mine." He was moving a bit faster now, a bit harder.
"Yes, always inside me," Draco gasped. "Always yours." He was trembling with the power of it all. He turned his face, looking over his shoulder to see his lover.
Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes. God, he was so beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed him gently.
Draco kissed him back eagerly, his grey eyes shining as he gazed into Harry's.
Harry slowly let his tongue out to meet with Draco's inside his mouth. He nipped at his lips.
"Mmm," Draco's hummed, his own tongue caressing Harry's. He reached his hand down to his own cock and began fisting it in time with Harry's thrusts.
Harry was panting now, and pulled away from the kiss, his head dropping onto Draco's shoulder. "I love you," he mouthed along the other boy's skin. "I love you."
"Yes," Draco hissed, his head falling back against Harry's shoulder. His hand was working faster on his cock, and he knew that he was getting close. "Come inside me," he begged.
Harry's moan was pitiful now. "Draco," he let out in a strangled voice as he did just as Draco asked, coming inside him.
Draco gasped as Harry came, his magic flooding him with warmth. He fisted himself for a minute longer before coming in a quiet strangled sound and then relaxing against Harry. He breathed for a bit, enjoying the warmth and comfort of Harry pressed against and inside him.
Harry rolled off Draco slowly to lie on his back next to him, eyes closed as he breathed deeply. "You all right?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
Draco turned and pressed himself against Harry's side, his head on Harry's chest. "Yes," he answered quietly, thinking. "Something went wrong, didn't it?"
Harry absentmindedly brought his hand around to stroke the skin of Draco's back. "Hmm?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"You are ... upset, about something. I went to sleep and woke up with you inside me." Draco grinned. "I certainly don't mind that part, I just want to know what happened."
Harry sighed and opened his eyes, looking at Draco for a second and then looking up at the ceiling. "It -- it's nothing. Ron was just a prat and -- he's -- it's not like I expected anything different from him."
Draco lifted himself up on one elbow to look down at Harry. "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. He would be pretty jealous by now," he said, watching Harry's face.
Harry frowned and looked at Draco again. "Jealous?" he asked, confused.
Draco snorted and shook his head. "Gryffindors. How you lot manage I will never understand. You miss so much of what is going on around you."
"Do we really?" Harry asked, but then he shrugged. "You're probably right if I've missed that you've fancied me since first year. Although Hermione might disagree with you."
"I didn't say that he fancied you in the way I do," Draco said. "I said he is jealous. Not all jealousy is about sex." He smirked again.
"EUGH!" Harry said suddenly. "I didn't say he fancied me either!" He shuddered a bit at the very thought.
Draco laughed happily. "What would the ... Granger disagree with exactly?" he asked, head cocked.
"The thing about Gryffindors missing what's going on around us," Harry said, face still scrunched up with disgust.
"Well, that one sees more than others." Draco sighed. "But Slytherins, we watch everything and everyone. Part of our training."
Harry laughed. "Training?" he asked. "Must've missed the Gryffindor sessions," he said, shaking his head.
"House training," Draco said and then frowned. "Though in my case it was hardly necessary, given my family's traditions."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Draco rolled back so that he lay beside Harry, looking up at the ceiling. "You have met my ... father," he said with a sigh.
Harry frowned again. "Yes," he said, and he couldn't quite manage to push all the disgust out of his voice. The memory of the man who looked so much like Draco, pointing his wand at him and his friends in the Ministry, came to him instantly.
"Have you ever actually thought about what kind of ... training I had before coming here?" he asked quietly.
"No," Harry said quietly. "I didn't even know such things happened."
"Well, it's not like I went to school before Hogwarts," Draco said. "I had tutors."
"Oh, well, yeah. Ron's mum taught him and his brothers and Ginny and stuff. You know, math and how to read and write ... things like that."
Draco snorted. "I would imagine what the Weasleys teach and what my father considers important would be ... very different."
Harry nodded, unable to picture two families that were more different than the Weasleys and the Malfoys. "What things did you learn?" he asked.
Draco rolled over and reached for his wand beside the bed, doing Cleaning Charms for both of them and then pulling the covers up. He lay back down, frowning at the ceiling. "Power, manipulation, war, strategy, seduction, dark magic, literature, philosophy, magical theory,” he listed off.
Harry's eyes grew wider with every word. "At younger than eleven?" he asked, slightly incredulous. "Manipulation, power, seduction? At eleven?"
"Sun Tzu, Plato, Machiavelli, Shakespeare." Draco kept listing. "Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, German."
Harry's eyes were still wide. "I don't even know most of that now," he said, staring at Draco.
Draco nodded. "And I have been expected to continue those studies while here as well, with intensives on the breaks."
"That's mad!" Harry said. "What on earth could you possibly do after school that would need all that?"
Draco started laughing, not a happy laugh but one with a bit of hysteria to it. He shook his head. "What do you think they expect me to do after school, Harry?"
Harry grimaced and hugged Draco to him. "Forget I asked," he said quietly.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled against Harry and sighed. "So, when you finish school, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want to be an Auror, I think," he said shrugging. "That's what all my classes are for this year anyway."
Draco nipped at Harry's chest with his teeth.
Harry flinched a bit and then grinned down at Draco. "Something you want?" he asked, brow raised.
"I'm hungry." Draco smiled and looked into Harry's eyes.
"Oh," Harry said, sitting up. He looked over at the tray on the bedside table. "Well, no wonder. It looks like you haven't eaten anything today."
"I ate before you left but then I fell asleep," Draco said, frowning at the tray. Something about that bothered him. He felt he was missing something.
Harry snorted humorlessly. "Passed out more like," he muttered. He got off the bed and examined the food. "This is all cold and gross," he said. "Want me to get you something else?"
"Oh, yes," Draco said, sitting up and smiling. "And a pudding too."
Harry snorted again, only now it was a real laugh. "Yes, sir," he said as he pulled his trousers on. "Anything else?" he added, grinning.
Draco's smile became a big grin. "I like you waiting on me. I am sure I could find other things you could do for me ...." He waggled his eyebrows.
Harry smirked and rolled his eyes. "I'm irresistible, I know," he said, shaking his hips a bit as he slid his slacks on. "But, you'll have to wait for some of this until after you eat."
Draco chuckled. “As you wish."
Harry rolled his eyes again and left the room. He came back a few minutes later with a tray full of more food.
***
They had eaten dinner and were working on the pudding. Draco felt a lot better now that Harry was there. He encouraged Harry to tell him about his day and listened intently.
"... then I told them I just had the flu; they're not going to buy that obviously, but it was the only thing I could think of," Harry was saying as he took bite of pudding.
Draco was momentarily distracted by the bit of chocolate on Harry's lips. He nodded his head, smiling.
Harry sighed. "Hermione's being mental about everything of course," he said. "She told me she's already looked through three books on binding. It'll be a great help though." He stuck his tongue out and licked up some chocolate from his bottom lip.
Draco nearly groaned, licking his own lips in automatic response. "I would like to read those books," he said, when he realised what Harry had said.
Harry shrugged. "All right," he said, taking another bite. "I'll tell her to let me see them tomorrow." He sighed again and then whined. "When do you think you'll be able to go back to classes? I don't like you not being there with me. Today was torture."
Draco frowned. "And what are we going to do when we have class together?" he asked.
Harry frowned too. "I don't know," he said. "I'd just like to be able to see you at least. To know that you’re all right. And I hear empty classrooms and broom closets can be quite useful," he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
Draco made a kind of lopsided smirk that still seemed too serious. "How are we going to treat each other? Are we going to keep hiding this?"
Harry frowned again. "We could just ignore each other ..." he said, knowing that that would just make people suspicious, but also knowing that he wouldn't be able to act like his old self if he tried.
Draco snorted, and raised his eyebrows in that classic 'who are you kidding, Potter?' expression. Before either of them could continue, there was a knock at the door.
Harry's head turned. He looked back at Draco and shrugged before getting up and going over to the door, as he was the only one wearing anything.
Draco reached for his nightclothes, slipping the nightshirt over his head and then casting around, trying to figure out what had happened to the bottoms.
Harry had been expecting Madam Pomfrey to be there with some potions for Draco or something, but it was not the school nurse. It was probably the last two people in the world whom he would choose to see him in his state of undress. Professor Snape stood sneering at him, one eyebrow raised. On his right was Professor McGonagall, with both eyebrows raised.
"You might want to put some clothes on, Mr Potter," she said.