Soul Bond

A/N: Ok, this is my first slash story. Its been floating around in my head for awhile so I decided to finally write it. Please let me know what you think!

About thirty seventh year students sat around on various couches and chairs in the room of requirement drinking beers and firewhiskey. They were all laughing and having a great time. What was really amazing about the whole gathering was that a year ago they never would have done it. After the defeat of Voldemort, the students all put aside their house rivalries and became friends. Looking around the room there was no way to tell which house a student belonged to. They had managed to develop lasting friendships with each other.

There were a few holdouts, like Ron Weasley, who refused to befriend anyone with the last name of Malfoy and Draco Malfoy still glared at Harry Potter every chance he got. Harry took it in stride and really didn’t care. He figured he had more important things to do in life besides fight with Draco Malfoy. Harry really didn’t even mind him anymore. He was still snarky at times, and always had a snide comment available, but he had gotten quieter and more intense. He was not the same person he was before the downfall of Voldemort.

The Malfoy family had switched sides at the last part of the war. When it became apparent that Harry was going to prevail, Lucius Malfoy told the order where the last Horcruxe was and how to destroy it. It had turned out to be the headstone on the grave of Tom Riddle Senior. The Ministry had been grateful to Lucius and pardoned all of his war crimes. He was now free to come and go as he pleased, but he had a bann on his magic. He was not allowed to use his wand outside of his manor. The Ministry had hoped this would keep him under better control. Rumor was that he went to Thailand and bought a wand there and had it shipped home. This new wand was not registered with the ministry. Of course, this was just a rumor.

Harry sat in between Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood. Blaise was wiping beer off of his nose. He had laughed so hard at a joke that Luna had just told that he had spurted the beer out of his nose. Harry and Luna laughed at his predicament. Harry felt eyes on him and turned his head towards Draco. Lately he had caught the blond looking at him more and more. Sometimes he wondered what went through the blonds mind. When Harry’s eyes met his, Draco turned away.

“You should just go talk to him,” Blaise said.

“What?”

“Go talk to Draco. You guys spend all of your time starring at each other when you think that the other isn’t looking. Go talk to him and do something about your attraction for each other.”

“You’ve had way to many beers tonight, Zabini, if you think that I am attracted to that git! I’m not even gay!” he said denying what he was really feeling inside.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

Harry blushed bright red. “That’s private.”

Blaise laughed. “You are not gay, and you are not straight, so what is left?”

“Would you just stop!” he hissed. Harry was horrified that the conversation had turned to his sex life. Harry had never thought one way or another about his sexual preferences. He had been so busy just trying to stay alive that sex had very rarely even entered his mind. Sure he would see a witch who he thought was attractive, or there would be an occasional wizard who would catch his eye, but he had never thought of that in terms of wanting to have sex with them. If he was completely honest with himself, the only people that he had even kissed was Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley. Neither one of them had made him feel anything. It was a pleasant experience in both cases, but not something he cared if he repeated. Wanking in the shower was always an enjoyable pass time and there were no emotional entanglements to deal with afterward.

Luna looked at Harry’s red face and smiled. “I think that you are in love with Draco. I have seen the looks that you have given him. I have seen the looks that he has given you. Perhaps you just need a few moments alone together to talk.”

“Like that’s going to happened!” he said. He missed the look that Blaise and Luna exchanged over his head.

“Can you believe that there is only one more week of school left? I didn’t think that this day would ever come!” she said happily. “You guys are lucky to be graduating. I still have one more year left.”

Harry was relieved that the subject had been changed. “I always wanted to be an auror like my dad, but I think that I am going to do something else. I have had enough of fighting and killing to last me a lifetime. I just want peace and quiet in my life.”

“So what are you going to do then?” Blaise asked.

“I am going to go to a Muggle school to study cooking. I want to open a restaurant. I have always loved to cook, and I think that being a cook would be a nice safe occupation.”

“A cook!” Blaise asked. “I could never serve others. That’s what house elves are for!”

Harry laughed. “Remember, I spent the first part of my life as a Muggle. We didn’t have house elves. It really is relaxing.”

“Well I plan to get married and have lots of babies!” Luna said dreamily. “I would never make my child be an only child. It was very lonely. I hope that I can have a least half a dozen!”

“Are you planning on marrying a Weasley?” a snarky voice interrupted.

“Draco! Not all Weasley have massive amounts of children! Molly and Arthur are the only ones who did. And furthermore, I know lots of other Wizarding families who have large families.”

“What about you, Potter? Plan on settling down with a nice witch and breeding a bunch of brats?”

Harry smiled. “I was hoping for an even dozen. How about you?”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Maybe more, depending if my wife will allow it.”

Draco shuddered. “I do not plan on having any children. I don’t feel the need to reproduce.”

“I bet your father will love that. No Malfoy heir to carry on the line?”

“He was disgusted with me of course, but what else is new. He threatened to disinherit me and cut me out of the family tree, but he knows it’s an idle threat. I have my own money from my mother’s side. I informed him if he needed another heir then he would have to reproduce one on his own.”

Blaise snorted with laughter. “We both know how well that will work. After the dark lords last punishment to your father, he will lucky if he can ever even get it up again, let alone father a child.”

Harry looked blankly at Draco. “What, you didn’t hear? I would have thought that you and your friends would have laughed yourself silly over this one! Voldemort was especially angry with my father for botching an assignment. He told my father that he didn’t have the balls it took to carry out a simple task. He flicked his wand at dear old dad and yelled accio balls! Next thing my father was writhing on the floor in pain and Voldemort was holding my father’s testicles. He barely got to St. Mungo’s in time to be saved. His balls, of course, were forfeit.”

Harry unconsciously squeezed his legs together. “Gods that must have hurt!”

“He was in bed for weeks after. I think that was the beginning of the end of his association with Voldemort.”

“Can’t blame him there.” Luna said.

“Well, I have to finish my transfiguration report before morning so I will talk to you guys later.” Draco said.

“Hey, wait a sec and I’ll walk back with you,” Blaise said. “Just let me tell everyone goodbye.”

Draco sat down on the couch next to Harry to wait.

“So what are your plans after graduation, Malfoy?”

“I am going to travel. I know that I will eventually have to take over the family business, but I just need a break. This war was exhausting both mentally and physically. I just want to get away to somewhere warm and quiet where I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“I don’t know how you made it so long without anybody finding out you were spying for the order.”

“They just assumed that because my father was loyal that I would be too. The hardest part was coming up with reasons to keep from getting marked. If you hadn’t of killed him when you did I would have been marked the next day. I was out of excuses.”

Harry grinned. “I guess you owe me one now!”

Draco raised his eyes in his arrogant way and said, “Let me know what it is you want,”

“Draco, I was kidding. You don’t owe me anything. As far as I am concerned, we couldn’t have beaten Voldemort without your help. We are just as much beholden to you as anyone else.”

“How about we call it even then?” he said holding out his hand with a smile.

Harry thought about the last time that Draco had held out his hand to him in friendship. He hadn’t accepted it then, but he gladly would now. He reached out and firmly gripped his hand. They both jumped apart when they felt a jolt of electricity flow through each of them.

“What was that?” Draco demanded.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Harry said in wonder.

“Ready, Draco?” Zabini asked looking at the two stunned boys.

Still looking at Harry, he stood and followed his friend out the door.

“What the hell was that?” Harry wondered again.

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