Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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Friends Like These
Chapter Number/Total: 24/37
Chapter Title: Friends Like These
Words: 2163 Words
May 9
Harry rolled off Draco and laid flat on his back next to him, panting. "How is it so good every single time?" he asked happily.
Draco reached a hand to lie on Harry's arm, not really thinking clearly enough for words yet. "You," he finally answered, closing his eyes.
Harry's smile grew. He leaned over and kissed Draco's forehead. "I think we both do a pretty good job," he said.
"Definitely." Draco sighed, turning on his side and snuggling up against Harry.
Harry sighed too and put an arm around Draco. "I don't want to, but we have to get up soon," he said quietly, frowning a bit.
Draco rolled onto his back again. "I suppose I can't just hide in here for a few more weeks," he grumbled, and he looked around for his robe. His things had been moved from the Slytherin dorms.
"No, you can't," Harry said, watching Draco for a moment before getting up to find his own robe. He caught sight of himself in a mirror in the corner of the room. "Bloody hell! I look like I've got some sort of skin disease," he said with a laugh. There were bite marks and hickeys all over him, some in some very questionable places.
That made Draco laugh and he joined Harry next to the mirror. "Well, whatever you have, I have it even worse.
Harry laughed even harder and looked at Draco. "True," he said happily. He found his bathrobe and pulled it on and then he frowned. "Oh, Merlin, I hope Ron's showered already," he said with a grimace, the marks on his body not seeming so funny anymore.
"I don't bloody well care," Draco said, and then he sneered, grabbing his toiletries and towel. "I don't like the way he is treating you."
Harry winced. "I don't either, but ..." He sighed. "Maybe you're right. He is being an arsehole. I just wish he weren't." He picked up his own bathroom necessities and sighed again. "Ready?"
Draco nodded and used his wand to remove the Locking Spell and open the door. "Wait a minute," he said suddenly. He walked over to his trunk and pulled out one of his older dark shirts. He ripped the arm out of the sleeve and wrapped and tied the fabric over the binding serpent. He shrugged and put the robe back on.
Harry frowned at him. "And what do you think they'll think that is?" he asked, standing at the door and holding it open for Draco.
"Don't really care what they think," Draco said. "As long as they don't actually know what's there, that is all that matters."
Harry sighed. "I guess," he said with a shrug. He led them to the boys’ bathroom and stepped inside quietly. It was, of course, full of people, but Harry tried his best to ignore them and moved silently to one shower that no one was anywhere near. He could feel the eyes on him, and it made him very uncomfortable.
Draco strode in like he owned the place, head held high and face impassive. He noted reactions, but didn't react himself. He hung his robe on a peg and stepped into the shower. He loved the feel of hot water on his body and closed his eyes to the others.
Harry wondered how on earth Draco had come to be able to hold his emotions back so efficiently; he certainly couldn't. Harry hung his robe up as well and turned the water on. He could feel his face growing red and the other boys still watching him. He heard a loud snort of disgust from one side of the room, and even without looking he knew who had done it. He tried his best to ignore it and began washing very quickly.
Draco took his time, using the shampoo he had brought with him. It was, in fact, a potion that Snape had taught him how to make. He then worked his way thoroughly down his body. When he did look up it was only at Harry.
Harry finished washing as fast as he could. He waited for Draco to get done before actually turning the water off, still not looking anywhere around the room.
Draco finally finished and turned off the water. The armband was soaked but he ignored it. He toweled dry and put on his robe. He looked at Harry and then nodded toward one of the sinks.
Harry nodded too and put his robe on also. He noticed that while most of the boys were still staring at them, they were avoiding them. He was thankful for that, even though he wasn't used to the alienation. He readied his toothbrush and stuck it in his mouth.
"... can't believe they let that poncy git in here. Why didn't they just make him stay down in Slytherin? Isn't that the whole point of having Houses?"
Harry's head shot up at that, and he looked over to see Ron, Seamus and Dean standing two sinks away, talking loudly. He glared at them.
Ron looked up and met his glare. "What the hell are you staring at?" he asked heatedly, eyes narrowed.
Harry yanked his toothbrush out of his mouth. "I know you don't want him to be here, but just fucking ignore it. You don't have to make a scene everywhere you go."
Draco laid his wand on the little shelf above the sink, very clearly at ready if needed, and was combing out his hair. It had gotten considerably longer this year as he had not bothered to have it cut. He laid his hand on Harry's arm when he started to yell.
Harry noticed Draco's hand, and it calmed him a little, but Ron was still staring at him and he couldn't push his anger away.
"You're fucking mental!" Ron said, his voice growing louder. "One minute you're my best friend, trying to figure out if Malfoy's doing anything for You-Know-Who! And the next, you're acting like a fucking insane queer who's fucking Ferret Face over there! What the hell's wrong with you!"
Harry actually began shaking, his face going red with anger. "Maybe if you hadn’t been such a fucking arsehole the past few days, I could've explained to you what was going on. But all you care about is yourself. God forbid anything happen to your happy little world!"
Ron was red now too. "My happy little world? What the fuck, Harry? You act like I haven't risked my neck for you dozens of times! You act like I haven't almost died for you! And now you go off and shack up with him? One of the people involved in all that Dark shit? Fuck you if you want to die because you're thinking with your prick!"
Harry was shaking very hard now. He felt like he was going to jump at Ron.
"It is odd," Draco drawled, his hand on Harry tightening a bit. "Here you are, best friends and willing to risk your neck for him so many times." He cocked his head and looked at Ron. "But now that he has a pretty clear idea of what I have been doing, you don't even want to ask him."
Ron turned to Draco. "Don't you fucking even speak to me!" he yelled. "You're the one who's probably brain-washed him! I wish you'd fucking leave us the hell alone! But you can never get enough, can you, you fucking shirt-lifter? Happy that you've got what you wanted now?"
Harry did take a single step toward Ron, but amazingly held back. He didn't know how long he could though; if Ron said one more thing ....
Draco set his comb down and picked up his wand, not aiming it, but holding it to his side, his other hand still on Harry's arm. Draco met Ron's eyes straight on and smiled. "Yes, yes, I am."
That was probably one of the worst things Draco could've done. His calm attitude set Ron off and he dove at him, but Harry flung himself forward and grabbed Ron before he could get at Draco. They fell to the floor, a wrestling, kicking, punching, screaming mass of limbs.
Draco's wand was already at ready and pointed as the two hit the floor. He cast a silent Body-Bind, aiming for Ron, but figuring getting both wouldn't hurt.
Harry and Ron stopped moving immediately, both breathing heavily. Harry was so mad that he wanted to scream at Draco for stopping them fighting.
Draco took a big breath and glanced around the room to see if any of the other boys intended to make a move.
Everyone was staring open-mouthed at Harry, Draco, and Ron. Not even Seamus seemed to have anything to say. No one moved; no one even blinked.
Harry lay on the floor, still breathing heavily, staring up at Draco angrily and wondering when the hell he was going to take the spell off.
When he was sure that no one else would make a move, Draco stepped forward and crouched beside the two figures. He knew they could still hear and see him. "If you two continue this, the Dark Lord will destroy you both." He looked around the room at the others. "You think this is a fucking game. He will tear you all apart." He stood and did a silent Finite on Harry, releasing him from the bind.
Harry got to his feet, chest heaving. "Take it off him," he spat, and then he grabbed his stuff and left the bathroom, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to stay there with Ron standing again.
Draco picked up his own things, and then looked at Ron and the others. "If this is how you treat your so-called Chosen One and friend, maybe I was better off as your enemy." He released the spell and walked from the bathroom, back to the room he shared with Harry.
Harry was sitting on the bed, head in his hands. He never wanted to see Ron again, never wanted to have to deal with that ever again. He didn't look up when he heard the door open and close.
Draco set down his things before walking to stand in front of Harry. He stood looking down at him, unsure if Harry was angry with him as well as Ron.
Harry could feel Draco's presence, but he still didn't look up.
Draco stood staring at the top of Harry's head. He untied his robe, slid it off and then dropped to the floor on his knees. He knelt there looking up at Harry. "I am yours," he said quietly.
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut before chancing a glance at Draco. "Come here, please," he said softly.
Draco stood up and then sat on the bed next to Harry. He put his arms around Harry and held him.
Harry allowed himself to be pulled to Draco, and it was very needed in that moment. He still didn't make a sound, didn't say a word. He finally pulled himself together and just sat there, staring blankly ahead, still in Draco's arms.
When Harry seemed calm, Draco stood up and moved in front of his lover. He pulled at Harry's hands. "Time to get dressed. We aren't hiding anymore."
Harry took a big breath and nodded, still not saying anything. He stood up and took off his robe and then began to put his uniform on. After a while of moving around the room, he looked up at Draco. "Thank you," he said gently.
"At your service," Draco said, making a kind of courtly bow before continuing finishing the knot of his tie. He came over to Harry and retied the other boy's tie as well, tsking a bit at Harry's sloppy knot.
Harry smiled softly at Draco and allowed him to mess with his tie. "Where are you sitting for breakfast?" he asked, voice still quiet.
Draco cocked his head. "I think it would be appropriate for me to sit with my House, since I am still a Slytherin," he began, "but I will be where you need me."
Harry shrugged. "I don't mind if you want to sit with your House," he said. "Just as long as I can see you."
"I have always sat where I had a good view of you." Draco smirked, putting on his robe and reaching for his books.
Harry smiled and finished getting dressed as well. "Good then."
Draco opened the door and stood waiting for Harry to go through, following him down the stairs. He made sure to school his features for the gauntlet that would be the day. Make it through the Gryffindor common room, then the Great Hall and then classes; it all felt completely overwhelming now. He held his head high though. No one would see the fear in him. That was what mattered, he told himself.
Chapter Title: Friends Like These
Words: 2163 Words
May 9
Harry rolled off Draco and laid flat on his back next to him, panting. "How is it so good every single time?" he asked happily.
Draco reached a hand to lie on Harry's arm, not really thinking clearly enough for words yet. "You," he finally answered, closing his eyes.
Harry's smile grew. He leaned over and kissed Draco's forehead. "I think we both do a pretty good job," he said.
"Definitely." Draco sighed, turning on his side and snuggling up against Harry.
Harry sighed too and put an arm around Draco. "I don't want to, but we have to get up soon," he said quietly, frowning a bit.
Draco rolled onto his back again. "I suppose I can't just hide in here for a few more weeks," he grumbled, and he looked around for his robe. His things had been moved from the Slytherin dorms.
"No, you can't," Harry said, watching Draco for a moment before getting up to find his own robe. He caught sight of himself in a mirror in the corner of the room. "Bloody hell! I look like I've got some sort of skin disease," he said with a laugh. There were bite marks and hickeys all over him, some in some very questionable places.
That made Draco laugh and he joined Harry next to the mirror. "Well, whatever you have, I have it even worse.
Harry laughed even harder and looked at Draco. "True," he said happily. He found his bathrobe and pulled it on and then he frowned. "Oh, Merlin, I hope Ron's showered already," he said with a grimace, the marks on his body not seeming so funny anymore.
"I don't bloody well care," Draco said, and then he sneered, grabbing his toiletries and towel. "I don't like the way he is treating you."
Harry winced. "I don't either, but ..." He sighed. "Maybe you're right. He is being an arsehole. I just wish he weren't." He picked up his own bathroom necessities and sighed again. "Ready?"
Draco nodded and used his wand to remove the Locking Spell and open the door. "Wait a minute," he said suddenly. He walked over to his trunk and pulled out one of his older dark shirts. He ripped the arm out of the sleeve and wrapped and tied the fabric over the binding serpent. He shrugged and put the robe back on.
Harry frowned at him. "And what do you think they'll think that is?" he asked, standing at the door and holding it open for Draco.
"Don't really care what they think," Draco said. "As long as they don't actually know what's there, that is all that matters."
Harry sighed. "I guess," he said with a shrug. He led them to the boys’ bathroom and stepped inside quietly. It was, of course, full of people, but Harry tried his best to ignore them and moved silently to one shower that no one was anywhere near. He could feel the eyes on him, and it made him very uncomfortable.
Draco strode in like he owned the place, head held high and face impassive. He noted reactions, but didn't react himself. He hung his robe on a peg and stepped into the shower. He loved the feel of hot water on his body and closed his eyes to the others.
Harry wondered how on earth Draco had come to be able to hold his emotions back so efficiently; he certainly couldn't. Harry hung his robe up as well and turned the water on. He could feel his face growing red and the other boys still watching him. He heard a loud snort of disgust from one side of the room, and even without looking he knew who had done it. He tried his best to ignore it and began washing very quickly.
Draco took his time, using the shampoo he had brought with him. It was, in fact, a potion that Snape had taught him how to make. He then worked his way thoroughly down his body. When he did look up it was only at Harry.
Harry finished washing as fast as he could. He waited for Draco to get done before actually turning the water off, still not looking anywhere around the room.
Draco finally finished and turned off the water. The armband was soaked but he ignored it. He toweled dry and put on his robe. He looked at Harry and then nodded toward one of the sinks.
Harry nodded too and put his robe on also. He noticed that while most of the boys were still staring at them, they were avoiding them. He was thankful for that, even though he wasn't used to the alienation. He readied his toothbrush and stuck it in his mouth.
"... can't believe they let that poncy git in here. Why didn't they just make him stay down in Slytherin? Isn't that the whole point of having Houses?"
Harry's head shot up at that, and he looked over to see Ron, Seamus and Dean standing two sinks away, talking loudly. He glared at them.
Ron looked up and met his glare. "What the hell are you staring at?" he asked heatedly, eyes narrowed.
Harry yanked his toothbrush out of his mouth. "I know you don't want him to be here, but just fucking ignore it. You don't have to make a scene everywhere you go."
Draco laid his wand on the little shelf above the sink, very clearly at ready if needed, and was combing out his hair. It had gotten considerably longer this year as he had not bothered to have it cut. He laid his hand on Harry's arm when he started to yell.
Harry noticed Draco's hand, and it calmed him a little, but Ron was still staring at him and he couldn't push his anger away.
"You're fucking mental!" Ron said, his voice growing louder. "One minute you're my best friend, trying to figure out if Malfoy's doing anything for You-Know-Who! And the next, you're acting like a fucking insane queer who's fucking Ferret Face over there! What the hell's wrong with you!"
Harry actually began shaking, his face going red with anger. "Maybe if you hadn’t been such a fucking arsehole the past few days, I could've explained to you what was going on. But all you care about is yourself. God forbid anything happen to your happy little world!"
Ron was red now too. "My happy little world? What the fuck, Harry? You act like I haven't risked my neck for you dozens of times! You act like I haven't almost died for you! And now you go off and shack up with him? One of the people involved in all that Dark shit? Fuck you if you want to die because you're thinking with your prick!"
Harry was shaking very hard now. He felt like he was going to jump at Ron.
"It is odd," Draco drawled, his hand on Harry tightening a bit. "Here you are, best friends and willing to risk your neck for him so many times." He cocked his head and looked at Ron. "But now that he has a pretty clear idea of what I have been doing, you don't even want to ask him."
Ron turned to Draco. "Don't you fucking even speak to me!" he yelled. "You're the one who's probably brain-washed him! I wish you'd fucking leave us the hell alone! But you can never get enough, can you, you fucking shirt-lifter? Happy that you've got what you wanted now?"
Harry did take a single step toward Ron, but amazingly held back. He didn't know how long he could though; if Ron said one more thing ....
Draco set his comb down and picked up his wand, not aiming it, but holding it to his side, his other hand still on Harry's arm. Draco met Ron's eyes straight on and smiled. "Yes, yes, I am."
That was probably one of the worst things Draco could've done. His calm attitude set Ron off and he dove at him, but Harry flung himself forward and grabbed Ron before he could get at Draco. They fell to the floor, a wrestling, kicking, punching, screaming mass of limbs.
Draco's wand was already at ready and pointed as the two hit the floor. He cast a silent Body-Bind, aiming for Ron, but figuring getting both wouldn't hurt.
Harry and Ron stopped moving immediately, both breathing heavily. Harry was so mad that he wanted to scream at Draco for stopping them fighting.
Draco took a big breath and glanced around the room to see if any of the other boys intended to make a move.
Everyone was staring open-mouthed at Harry, Draco, and Ron. Not even Seamus seemed to have anything to say. No one moved; no one even blinked.
Harry lay on the floor, still breathing heavily, staring up at Draco angrily and wondering when the hell he was going to take the spell off.
When he was sure that no one else would make a move, Draco stepped forward and crouched beside the two figures. He knew they could still hear and see him. "If you two continue this, the Dark Lord will destroy you both." He looked around the room at the others. "You think this is a fucking game. He will tear you all apart." He stood and did a silent Finite on Harry, releasing him from the bind.
Harry got to his feet, chest heaving. "Take it off him," he spat, and then he grabbed his stuff and left the bathroom, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to stay there with Ron standing again.
Draco picked up his own things, and then looked at Ron and the others. "If this is how you treat your so-called Chosen One and friend, maybe I was better off as your enemy." He released the spell and walked from the bathroom, back to the room he shared with Harry.
Harry was sitting on the bed, head in his hands. He never wanted to see Ron again, never wanted to have to deal with that ever again. He didn't look up when he heard the door open and close.
Draco set down his things before walking to stand in front of Harry. He stood looking down at him, unsure if Harry was angry with him as well as Ron.
Harry could feel Draco's presence, but he still didn't look up.
Draco stood staring at the top of Harry's head. He untied his robe, slid it off and then dropped to the floor on his knees. He knelt there looking up at Harry. "I am yours," he said quietly.
Harry squeezed his eyes more tightly shut before chancing a glance at Draco. "Come here, please," he said softly.
Draco stood up and then sat on the bed next to Harry. He put his arms around Harry and held him.
Harry allowed himself to be pulled to Draco, and it was very needed in that moment. He still didn't make a sound, didn't say a word. He finally pulled himself together and just sat there, staring blankly ahead, still in Draco's arms.
When Harry seemed calm, Draco stood up and moved in front of his lover. He pulled at Harry's hands. "Time to get dressed. We aren't hiding anymore."
Harry took a big breath and nodded, still not saying anything. He stood up and took off his robe and then began to put his uniform on. After a while of moving around the room, he looked up at Draco. "Thank you," he said gently.
"At your service," Draco said, making a kind of courtly bow before continuing finishing the knot of his tie. He came over to Harry and retied the other boy's tie as well, tsking a bit at Harry's sloppy knot.
Harry smiled softly at Draco and allowed him to mess with his tie. "Where are you sitting for breakfast?" he asked, voice still quiet.
Draco cocked his head. "I think it would be appropriate for me to sit with my House, since I am still a Slytherin," he began, "but I will be where you need me."
Harry shrugged. "I don't mind if you want to sit with your House," he said. "Just as long as I can see you."
"I have always sat where I had a good view of you." Draco smirked, putting on his robe and reaching for his books.
Harry smiled and finished getting dressed as well. "Good then."
Draco opened the door and stood waiting for Harry to go through, following him down the stairs. He made sure to school his features for the gauntlet that would be the day. Make it through the Gryffindor common room, then the Great Hall and then classes; it all felt completely overwhelming now. He held his head high though. No one would see the fear in him. That was what mattered, he told himself.