Epitome of a Soldier - What it is to be Necessary

Hi everyone :)

*jiggles in joy* Such glorious reviews from all you lovely people :)

dana_aeryn
It's always the nice ones that are the psychos :D And yes, yay for bonding :D

Katonie
I hope the update came fast enough for you :)

MewMew2
It's wonderful to hear that you're so enthusiastic about the story ^_^

rafiq
The way I've always interperated the Life Debt thing is that it only applies when someone saves someone from a death that is immediate: James saved Severus when Remus was right there; Harry saved Pettigrew when Sirius was right there. Harry's saving of Lucius was more indirect. Perhaps if Lucius was just about to be Kissed then there would be a Life Debt but in my mind the save wasn't direct enough.

Snivelly
Man, when I first saw the word "bondage" I though to myself "there wasn't any bondage in the last chapter O.o" but then it occurred to me what you meant XD Yep, I have a dirty mind XD
I personally can't stand m-preg so you'll never get that in one of my stories XD
And yes, I have a lot of plots swirling around in my head; how else could I have thought up a Harry/Harry that doesn't involve time-travel? :D

Dragon
*gets hit my the potato and falls over unconscious*

whitewaterlily
I'm glad you like the direction I've taken things and I hope you like this chapter as well :)

Kuromei
Oh man, you're review did make me chuckle :D Uber-marriage, ha! *hugs Kuromei-chan*

Y'know, there comes a time in every writer's life where they write something they're really embarrassed by. The first erotic scene I ever wrote was one for me, the one that comes up at the end of this chapter is also another one XD I debated with myself for so long about whether I wanted to actually post it. I even wrote a different one with normal, same old vanilla love-making. I don't know why I went for the one that is posted, I really don't ^_^;

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23rd April 1998: Morning

"This is rubbish."

"Hush Draco."

"Really though, it is. I mean, surely there has to be better choices than this "

"Unless you wish to ask your parents or Crabbe and Goyle then, no, there are no better choices, a fact you are already aware of."

"They can hardly be considered my friends though."

"They are my friends."

"Ugh, this is so rubbish."

If Harry had been the type, he would have rolled his eyes at Draco childish behaviour and immature words. As it was, he simply began to ignore the blond and allowed him to sulk. Harry was sure it was only for show anyway. If Draco was really so against the idea, he would protest far more strongly than he actually was.

Side by side they walked into the Great Hall and instead of turning to head to the Slytherin table, they started over towards the Gryffindor table. They unsurprisingly attracted a lot of attention from everyone in the immediate area but both young men ignored it, instead focussing on the two they wished to speak with. Hermione and Ron were sitting next to each other, chatting quietly. Neither was blusing which had to be a first.

Upon reaching the two Gryffindors, Harry took the initiative to greet them. "Good morning Hermione, good morning Ron."

"Good morning Harry." Hermione returned.

The Weasley gave a slight nod and a grunted, "alright?"

"Morning Harry." Neville Longbottom greeted with a tone which was caught somewhere between shy and eager.

Harry simply inclined his head at the greeting.

"Is there something you need?" The only girl present asked curiously, knowing there had to be something going on to warrant the two Slytherins to approach "enemy" territory.

"If you do not mind our interrupting your breakfast, Draco and I would very much appreciate it if you could come and speak with us just outside for a moment." Harry explained quietly, well aware of the people nearby who were straining their ears to listen.

"Of course we can, can't we Ron?"

"You mean right now? But I'm hungry." Ron protested.

Hermione frowned at that. "Now, Ron." She insisted sternly as she, herself, stood.

Ron gave a long suffering sigh and stood just after her, joining in the process of climbing over the bench. When his eyes met with Draco's, the blond smirked and made a quiet "wa'che" noise as he made a gesture which mimed the cracking of a whip. The Wealey's face turned slightly red, either from embarrassment or anger or perhaps a bit of both. That anger came to nothing though as the two Slytherins and Hermione started to head towards the Great Hall's entrance and he was required to move forward as well unless he wanted to be left behind.

The journey out was made in silence and they remained silent even as they came to a stop next to an alcove. Then, it was Ron who spoke up first. "So, what did you drag me away from my breakfast for?"

"We have discovered a way to stop Draco's arranged marriage." Harry revealed.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Hermione gushed happily. "What is it?"

"We're going to bond." Draco answered proudly.

The look of happiness left the girl's face then as she looked more shocked than anything. Ron's mouth dropped in astonishment. Being a pureblood as well, he had more of an idea just how significant getting bonded was.

"You're not serious!" The Weasley accused in disbelief. "You know those things can't be reversed, right?"

"We are aware of all the details and technicalities." Harry assured.

"But it's forever! And you guys haven't even known each other for a full year yet. Don't you think it's kinda rushed?"

"A little, perhaps," Draco admitted reluctantly. "But my parents have given us little choice. If I simply refuse the marriage, I'll be disowned and my parents would have to pay a ridiculously large sum of money in compensation to the bride's family. As annoyed with my parents as I am right now, I can't ruin them like that. If I'm bonded though, that means I can't get married and, technically, it isn't a refusal. I'll probably still be disowned but at least my parents won't have to bankrupt themselves."

"Ah, a loop hole." Hermione murmured.

"We understand that it is not perfect," Harry spoke then. "And there will be people who do not approve, but I, we, hope that you will not hold it against us."

"Oh Harry, of course we won't," the girl reassured soothingly. "I for one am behind you all the way, just as long you're sure it's what you and Draco both want."

"Yeah, Hermione's right," Ron agreed. "I think your both nuts for doing it so soon but if it's what you want I've got no right to judge."

"Weasley gave us his blessing; I can die happily now." Draco grunted sarcastically and although Ron shot him an annoyed glare, both Harry and Hermione simply ignored him.

"We were also wondering," Harry said to the girl as the other two boys continued to glare/smirk at one another. "If you would both care to be part of the ceremony."

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly and the proposal even caught Ron's attention.

"Yes. The ritual requires four witnesses and it would make us both happy if you would consent to being two of them."

"We'd love to! Wouldn't we Ron?"

"You're sure you want me?" The ginger haired young man asked slightly warily. "I mean, we don't know each other that well and I'm hardly Malfoy's greatest fan. Are you sure you don't want someone you know a bit better?"

"There is no one else suitable for the position." Was all Harry said to that.

Ron sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll do it if you really want me to."

"Don't do us any favours." Draco muttered. Luckily, his voice didn't seem to travel across to Ron as the Weasley made no reaction.

"Thank you both," Harry said, just the barest hint of sincerity breaking through his monotone.

Hermione positively beemed at him and even Ron seemed to be struggling not to grin. Draco no longer looked so harsh and reluctant and Harry had the smallest of smiles curving his lips. It seemed that, finally, things were starting to get better.

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23rd April 1998: Midday

"We are to be bonded."

Those five simple words had Sirius and Remus completely frozen in their places, eyes wide in either surprise or horror (or perhaps both) and with stares stuck on the two young men who stood in front of them, holding hands, united in their revelation. It had been Harry who had spoken as the two professors were his family, Draco was simply there, standing in the middle of the living room of the adults' quarters, for moral support.

There was quiet as the information was allowed to sink in and each pair of males continued to stare at each other mutely. Then, finally, it was Remus who spoke first in a rather strained voice. "Bonded? You mean, magically?"

"Is there any other form?" Harry asked in his usual monotone.

"Well, no, but..."

"You can't!" Sirius suddenly protested. "You're both far too young!"

"Perhaps," Harry admitted. "And perhaps if the situation was different, we would wait some years before we made this decision. However, time is not on our side and if we do not bond before the end of the school year then we will never be able to."

"You're doing it to stop the arranged marriage." Remus murmured, obviously having only just worked that out.

"Yes, we are."

"Surely there has to be another way, a better way!" Sirius tried though even he sounded doubtful.

"There is no other way, we have tried to search for another way and have found nothing; this is all we can do. We are telling you this because I, we, want you involved in the ceremony," Harry explained quietly. "The ritual requests the participation of four witnesses and a father figure to one of the wizards who is bonding. I would like it very much if you, Sirius, would act in place of my father, and you, Remus, would be one of our witnesses." He paused then and looked away from the two men. "If you find you cannot bring yourselves to participate though, I understand."

Sirius and Remus went back to staring at Harry stupidly and so the teenager allowed them the time to process everything; it was a lot for them to take in after all. Though, in all truth, it shouldn't have been too surprising. Both the men knew about how desperate Harry and Draco were to beat the arranged marriage and they should have anticipated the possibility that the teenagers would resort to bonding to do so.

It was Sirius who broke the silence that second time with a long, huffed out sigh. "Well," he said awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair. "Since it's obvious we won't be able to stop you and it's doubtful you'd call it all off even if we refused to be a part of it, there wouldn't be much point in saying no. We'd just be cutting off our noses to spite our faces."

"Then, you will be a part of it?" Harry asked, his tone sounding almost hopeful.

Sirius glanced to Remus who returned the look with one of his own. Then, the werewolf closed his eyes and gave a small nod. Sirius did the same before opening his eyes again soon after and turning to look at Harry and Draco. "You have our blessings and our support."

Harry was moving before anyone could properly register it. He hurried across the space which had previously separated him from his godfathers so he could throw himself into their arms, bringing his own arms up to curl around their necks. The other three males were completely stunned by the action because it was the first time Harry had ever initiated any physical contact with either Sirius or Remus. It was really quite amazing and both men froze on the spot.

But then, slowly, Remus' eyes softened as a small smile curved his lips while Sirius' eyes filled with tears and he turned his head to bury his nose in his godson's hair. Both men brought their arms up and around the younger male to return the embrace, still not keen on the situation but willing to accept it because it made Harry so happy.

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24th April 1998: Morning

"We won't be able to have a honeymoon straight away, what with school not being over yet, but the bond needs a couple of days of joint solitude to stabalise so I think we should find the most expensive hotel we can and book a weekend break." Draco said as he idly buttered a slice of toast.

Harry finished pouring his tea before he replied. "The most expensive? Do you not think that is wasteful?"

"Not at all. It would be best if we didn't leave the room for the entire time so it has to be nice."

"Expensive does not necessarily mean the best."

"Why are you complaining?" Pansy asked from where she sat opposite them. "The guy you love is offering a ridiculously luxurious and high priced weekend away."

"I have no need for luxury and expense. As long as I am with Draco, I do not care what is around me." Harry replied quietly as he reached for the milk to add to his tea.

Draco set a smug look onto the girl. "And that's why you never held my interest." He told her pointedly.

"Oh please, anyone else saying that and you wouldn't hesitate to call them a liar. Just because it's Potter and he's our oh so glorious saviour, you don't even suspect him of simply speaking to make himself look good."

"Not everyone thinks like you," the Malfoy said with an annoyed glare. "Besides, there's no point trying to talk big, you know as well as I do that it's common sense to accept that Harry isn't one for extravagance considering it's not what he's used to."

"I think it unnecessary," Harry put in then. "Why pay a hundred galleons for a place to stay for a weekend when the same thing can be bought for a fraction of that price?"

"Ugh, I can't be bothered to explain it to you," Pansy muttered dismissively. "I doubt you'd understand anyway."

"You are correct, I probably would not."

The Slytherins' conversation was interrupted then when the owls delivering the morning post started to fly over head. One landed right in front of Draco, one which was unwelcomely familiar to them all at one point; it was the owl which belonged to Lucius Malfoy. A letter was tied to its leg and Draco removed it swiftly and silently, completely ignoring the bird afterwards and offering nothing to it as a treat. Harry did so for him, taking a triangle of toast from the blond's plate and ripping off some small chunks to give to the owl. Meanwhile, Draco ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside to read.

"What does it say?" Pansy asked curiously after a few minutes had passed.

Draco offered the letter to the girl who accepted it eagerly. "The name of the girl they want me to marry," he said by way of explanation to Harry.

"Astoria Greengrass." Pansy read.

Further up the table, a blonde haired girl looked down to them having apparently been alerted by the sound of her name and, upon seeing who had spoken her name, she blushed and offered a shy smile and a tiny, flirting wave. The three Seventh Years turned to look at her and Harry felt an immediate swell of dislike for her which was uncharacteristic of him. He could hardly be blamed though, this was the one Draco was supposed to marry and she appeared to be far too eager about it. Despite his feelings however, he didn't scowl or glare at the younger Slytherin, he simply looked away, dismissing her existence from his mind.

"Isn't she too young?" Pansy murmured with a glare at the girl who shied away at the harsh look.

"Hardly matters considering I'm not doing it." Draco murmured, taking back the letter and re-folding it before tearing it neatly into two.

"Is it necessary to be so harsh?" Harry asked quietly, noticing the girl in question seemed to tear up at the sight of Draco ripping the letter. There was no need to cause the girl any extra sadness or humiliation.

"If she doesn't like it then she shouldn't be looking over here, she has no reason to." Was all the Malfoy said to that.

Harry sighed lightly but said nothing more. He returned to his cup of tea and remained quiet as his lover and their female house mate discussed the bonding.

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30th April 1998: Night

Harry bit back a sigh as he dressed himself for bed, his gaze continuously flickering to the sight of his bed. It had been months since he had slept in it, it had been months since he had last slept alone and now, once again, he was required to sleep in his bed, on his own.

It was traditional that for twenty-four hours before a bonding, those who were due to be bonded had no physical contact. They could speak to each other, in fact they could spend that entire twenty-four hour period with no one else but each others company, but they weren't allowed to touch the other. It wasn't part of the ritual, it was simply tradition, and Harry and discovered that Draco was a stickler for tradition. Harry wasn't fussed either way and so upheld the tradition for his soon-to-be bond partner's sake. He wasn't too keen on the idea of sleeping alone once again but he agreed to it and if it made Draco happy then it was worth it he supposed.

Dressed in his pyjamas, having already had a shower and brushed his teeth, Harry pulled back the duvet on his bed and climbed in, snuggling into the covers as he pulled them up around him. His plan was to (at least attempt) go to sleep straight away. Tomorrow was set to be a busy day and he would no doubt need all the energy he could get. Draco appeared to have made the same decision as he too was already getting into bed.

"Do you realise," the blond said as he settled himself down. "That this time tomorrow, we're going to a bonded couple? It's so exciting, though a little daunting as well, don't you think?"

"Yes." Harry murmured though whether he did actually feel the same or was simply saying what he knew Draco wanted to hear was unknown.

"I'd like to see my parents' faces when they see the announcement in the Daily Prophet, they'll probably have kittens." Draco chuckled before pausing as the sound of shifting came. Harry glanced to his side to see the Malfoy roll over to face him. "You will be all right sleeping on your own, right?" He asked, a slight hint of concern in his tone.

"I have slept on my own before, I see no reason why a few months of sharing your bed will have changed that."

"If you have a nightmare, I want you to wake me up."

"I see little point in doing so."

"It would make me feel better."

Harry gave a light sigh. "Very well then." He consented, still not seeing what the point was.

Draco smiled, obviously reassured, before he started to shift around again. Then, when he was satisfied with his new position, he closed his eyes to the world. "Good night Harry." He wished quietly.

"Good night Draco." Harry returned just as quietly.

Although no more was spoken after that and so Harry was free to carry out his plan of going to sleep straight away, his mind was too active to let him slip into sleep. It was hard to believe that it was already time for their bonding. Only a week had passed, everything had been arranged swiftly but well and so there was little doubt it was going to be a special, memorable day but Harry still felt...Anxious? Nervous? Scared? He couldn't really identify what it was he was feeling but whatever it was made his heart beat seem more noticeable and filled him with extra energy. He was both anticipating and dreading the rising of the sun but he couldn't quite put his finger on why his emotions were mixed. Idly, Harry wondered if it was normal to feel such conflicting thoughts about something as life changing and significant as bonding/marriage or whether it was simply an effect of his past.

Harry sighed low and slow as he stared up at the canopy of his bed. Apparently, it was going to be a very long night.

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1st May 1998: Midday

His heart was racing, he felt ill, his body was trembling and he was pretty sure that when the time arrived for him to speak his words would come out shaken. And the most infuriating part? He had absolutely no idea why his body was acting the way it was.

It was only half past ten in the morning and already Harry felt as though he'd lived an entire week. He'd slept no more than a couple of hours the night before and had been required to get up at six o'clock that morning. Then there had been an almost frantic hurry to gather everything he'd need for a weekend away before he and Draco were due to meet up with Pansy, Hermione, Ron, Remus and Sirius in order to discreetly leave Hogwarts (as Remus and Sirius were teachers, they were technically allowed to grant students permission to leave the school for a limited period). Then, they had gone to Grimmauld Place so everyone could change into their ceremonial robes and any other last minute things could be taken care of. Finally, it had been time to leave for the Ministry where the binding ceremony would be taking place.

And that was where everyone was at now, right in the middle of the bonding on Harry James Potter and Draco Lucius Malfoy. The two young men who were in the process of bonding were standing at the front of a small room filled with a dozen or so chairs and tamely but beautifully decorated for the occassion. Only the first row of chairs was occupied, Sirius and Ron and Hermione sitting on Harry's side while Remus and Pansy sat on Draco's side (it had been decided that Remus would be one of Draco's witnesses as the relationship between the Malfoy and Ron was hardly what could be considered friendly). Almost everyone was crying; Pansy and Hermione not even trying to be discreet about it as they dabbed at their eyes with hankerchiefs while Remus and Sirius just had glassy eyes. Ron was the only one who seemed unimpressed and kept glancing at Hermione beside him as though she was strange to cry.

The Ministry official who was performing the bonding was an extremely old witch who was also rather chubby in a cuddly sort of way. She seemed pleasant enough, not that Harry really cared. He was too busy trying to remember exactly what he was due to say next and trying to control his shaking hand as Draco held it to slip on the bonding ring. The ring, filled with a small amount of Draco's blood, easily slipped onto the ring finger of his left hand and Draco gave the hand a squeeze before he released it, having obviously felt the shaking.

The ring bit then over (as Harry had already done it to Draco), the Ministry official cheerfully issued the next instruction. "Now, join your left hands."

The two young men did just that, Harry's hand still incredibly unsteady but it was held still in the blond's firm grip.

"Harry, if you could please now state your promise to Draco." The plump woman instructed.

Harry took in a deep breath and swallowed back his nerves. "With the offering of my hand, I, Harry James Potter, promise to both guide and follow Draco Lucius Malfoy by combining our magics together. This promise is made in the light of the trust, friendship and love we share this day and for every day here after." His voice was quiet and as stoic as always and for once he was glad; stoic was better than shakey or squeaky.

"And now you Draco."

"With the offering of my hand, I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, promise to both guide and follow Harry James Potter by combining our magics together. This promise is made in the light of the trust, friendship and love we share this day and for every day here after." The blond said in a calm and happy tone and he smiled the entire time.

It was then that the actual bonding happened. The Ministry official made an intricate movement of her wand over the joined hands of the young men as she chanted the spell (which was naturally in Latin) effortlessly. A white glow and small tendrils of magic were visible around the held hands for several seconds as the spell was cast. For Draco and Harry, a burst of warm energy swept through them as the magic of the other entered their body and mingled with their own magic. It was a beautiful feeling, nothing like an orgasm or anything of the such, but it felt wonderful and neither of the teenagers ever wanted the feeling to fade. Alas, it did fade though, at the same time as the glow around their hands faded. But it was a happy moment nonetheless because they knew. Even before the Ministry official made the announcement to their family and friends, they knew.

They were now officially bonded for life, they could never be separated.

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1st May 1998: Evening

One would think that at ten o'clock in the evening on a day that started at six in the morning, people would start to think about going to sleep. In an ideal world for Harry, that would be the case. However, no matter how worn his body was, how heavy his eyelids felt and how insistently the king-sized bed in their Muggle hotel room called to him, the time had not yet come for him to bed down for the night.

After the ceremony had ended, the proper documents had been signed and a copy of their bonding photo had been sent to the Daily Prophet (so everyone in the United Kingdom would find out all at the same time on Monday morning) before the abligatory celebration meal had been had at Grimmauld Place. Despite the odd combination of people (two school professors, two Gryffindors, two Slytherins and a saviour whose idea of a conversation was to give one word answers) it had been a pleasant and joyful afternoon. At five o'clock, Hermione and Ron and Pansy had been required to say their goodbyes as they had to return to the school so while Sirius and Remus took them, Harry and Draco had taken advantage of having the house to themselves by having a nap. Then, when the two men returned, they had to be on the move again to the five-star Muggle hotel Draco had insisted on splashing out on for their weekend "honeymoon". They had chosen Muggle simply so neither of them would be recognised because although everyone would know when the papers were delivered on Monday, no one could know before then.

And that was where Harry and Draco were at that moment. Their very nice, very big, very comfortable room in the Muggle hotel. In order for their bond and their magic to stablise completely, it would be best if they didn't mix with too many other people for the following twenty-four hours and that was the only reason Harry had allowed Draco to spend so much money on a weekend break. If they weren't going to leave the room, the room needed to have everything they might need ready for them and, fortunately, the place they were in pretty much did have everything they might need over the weekend.

While Harry lay on the king sized bed with his eyes closed (not asleep but merely resting them) Draco was pottering around in their ensuite bathroom doing something. Harry would have assumed the blond was showering or bathing if not for the fact he hadn't heard the shower or the taps running. He wouldn't usually have cared but he had been left with the instruction not to fall asleep until Draco came back out and although Harry was curious, he was also rapidly losing his fight to stay awake.

The sound of the bathroom door opening had green eyes flashing open in an instant as they darted over just in time to see Draco poke his head around the door. "You weren't asleep, were you?" The blond inquired, his tone teasing.

"I was merely resting my eyes." Harry assured as he sat up and stretched his arms. "What were you doing in there for so long?"

"I was preparing your treat."

Harry said nothing to that and continued to simply look at the one he was bound to for life.

"The night after a bonding is supposed to be a time for new experiences and, well, if I had known we were going to get bonded so soon, I probably would've waited to take your virginity," Draco explained, still staying behind the bathroom door. "Since that ship has sailed, I thought we could do something more...Adventurous." It was at this point that the blond opened the door and stepped out, causing Harry to sit up a bit straighter and his eyes to widen. One might be forgiven for thinking the reaction was caused by the fact Draco was completely naked but in truth, the fact there were two naked Dracos was far more shocking.

"What have you..." Harry murmured, his words trailing off in disbelief as he stared at his bonded and the exact replica of his bonded.

"After getting over the shock of what happened to you on Valentines Day, I became intrigued by that spell you used to make your reflection real. It took me quite a while but I eventually found a book that described the incantation and wand movements in detail. I've tried it several times, all with the intent on using it tonight."

"Why?"

"Like I said, for tradition. Tonight can't be your first time having sex so instead we'll both have a first tonight; a threesome." Here, Draco paused and he and his solid reflection smirked identically. "Naturally, I wouldn't want to share you with anyone else but I don't mind sharing you with myself."

Harry truly didn't know what to say to that and so could do nothing more than stare dumbly at the identical blonds. The thought of a threesome had never even entered his mind before, he wasn't even sure how it was done, after all, the act of mating was surely an activity for just two people, he couldn't see what position a third person could occupy. Very suddenly he felt as he had the night of his first time: anxious; excited; not knowing entirely what was about to happen. He wasn't scared though, definitely not scared, because he was with Draco and he trusted Draco more than anything. The fact that there were two Dracos would surely mean he was doubly safe. That thought made a smile curve the corners of Harry's mouth and softened his eyes.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?" The Malfoy purred as he and his reflection started towards the young man sitting on the bed.

"The thought that, because there are currently two of you, I am twice as safe as I normally am. A rather foolish thought, I admit." Harry said softly, turning his gaze up to meet real pewter eyes, the form of the reflection visible just off to his left.

Whether Draco agreed that it was a foolish thought or not remained unknown as the blond said nothing. Instead, he simply leaned down and kissed the tip of Harry's nose tenderly. At the shifting of one of his lover's hands, Harry's eyes flickered onto the sight of Draco drawing his wand. Not two seconds and a murmured spell later then the saviour was suddenly completely naked, his robe and his underwear and his shoes having all vanished into thin air. Even his glasses had disappeared somewhere.

"Now," Draco murmured, his tone light and almost amused, as he made his way around the bed, away from Harry. "I do believe I'd like to indulge in a little narcissm and marvel at just how attractive I am whi;e ravishing you."

Before Harry could properly realise what his lover was talking about, Draco's reflection was in front of him and had leaned down to capture his lips with its own. Although at the back of his mind, it occured to him that it wasn't the real Draco he was kissing, Harry could honestly tell no difference and when he closed his eyes and returned the kiss, he may as well have been kissing the real Draco. The feel, the technique, they were identical as common sense suggested they should have been.

Harry quite lost himself in the kiss and so he was taken by suprise when the reflection suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. In a mere blink of the eye later, it was on top of him, kneeling between his spread legs with the upper body hovering over his own. It lowered its head and crushed its lips to Harry, prying his lips apart with its tongue as their hips, and erections, ground together. The first sparks of pleasure began to tingle and Harry spread his legs wider, bumping one of them against the real Draco who had moved onto the bed to sit beside them.

As Draco moved off of the bed for some reason, the blond's reflection rolled over and brought Harry with it, coming to a stop when he was on top of it and not once was the kiss broken as this was done. Though, Harry did crack an eye open in search of where Draco was. Without his glasses he could see nothing in detail but enough to make out at least where his lover was. He saw nothing though and he was just thinking of breaking the kiss to call the blond's name when Draco revealed his location himself as a set of warm hands grasped both cheeks of Harry's buttox and spread them apart. Harry couldn't stop himself from tensing and breaking the kiss when a warm and slick tongue traced along the inside curve, slowly edging closer to the hole which was clenching, of its own accord, in anticipation.

Harry literally forgot to breathe when the tongue pried at his entrance, the tip just breeching him over and over again. Green eyes clenched shut as Harry struggled to get the required air he needed. His muscles slackened by themselves causing his head to fall forward to rest on his reflection's shoulder and allowing the clever muscle which was rimming him to slip past the initial ring of muscles of his anus. It was not something Harry had ever imagined in his darkest fantasies. As always, his body moved of its own valition, sending his hips rocking back slightly. He choked in a breath when a slick finger joined the tongue, sliding inside of him, caressing his inner walls. As a second finger soon joined the one already inside him, he canted his hips to allow it better access. When the third finger was added it brought with it a slight discomfort but it was forgotten when a hand wrapped around his erection and slowly pumped him, just enough to distract him from the pain but not enough to send him over the edge.

When a forth finger was carefully slipped into him, Harry's eyes shot open in surprise. Draco's tongue left him as the four fingers pumped in and out and carefully stretched his entrance. Hot, open-mouthed kiss were being pressed to his lower back, his rear and his thighs. Then, just as he was getting used to the extra stretch and the warm kisses, the entire hand left, only to return a moment or two later with the thumb in addition.

Harry instinctively tensed. "Draco..." He said unsurely.

“Shhh, it's all right, relax Harry. Trust me, this will feel good. I want you to take us both, me and my reflection in you at the same time." Draco whispered huskily, leaning over Harry until his lips were just next to the shell of his ear. "Can you imagine it? You'll be stretched so completely, filled right to the brim. Can you imagine how good it will feel?"

Those words, husked in such a dark, aroused voice distracted Harry from the burn of the four fingers and the thumb slipping into him. His gaze flickered onto the sight of the reflection, staring down at him with bright pewter eyes. Its expression was concerned and yet encouraging, as though it was reassuring him that he understood the pain but that he knew Harry was strong enough to take it, all of it.

Harry just couldn't stop tensing up though and it wasn't making any of it easier. Draco was persistant though and continued to work the muscle gently, using his free hand to add more lubricant whenever he felt the need to. Unfortunately, for Harry, the process was anything but fun for what seemed the longest time, but then that sweet spot inside of him was hit. Whether the pain disappeared at that point or whether the pleasure simply drowned it out, Harry suddenly found himself enjoying Draco's attentions, finally.

“That’s it, Harry, getting nice and relaxed, won't be long now." The Malfoy purred.

A low, whispered moan left Harry as he started to enjoy himself more and more, his hips moving to try and get the four fingers and thumb to go in deeper, faster. He looked up and once again locked gazes with Draco's reflection, his eyes heavy lidded and pleasure hazed. Harry reached out and laced his fingers through the strands of soft, silver-blond hair. It might not have been the real Draco but for that moment, it was enough. The dark haired young man gave a low sound in protest when the fingers left his body, leaving him feeling completely empty. Fortunately, he was not left alone for long though before he was turned over, the reflection turning with him so it was underneath. He then felt his hips being moved and directed into position. He was dragged down the reflection's body slowly until he was in the ideal position. Another breathy moan of pleasure left Harry when he felt something far more satisfying than fingers slide slowly into him.

Hands on Harry's slim hips gently eased him up and down, just enough to guide him into riding the length buried inside him so deeply already. He did so, taking the movement up himself and creating a rhythm which suited him. Before Harry could get too enthusiastic about it however, a third hand made itself known as it applied a light pressure to his lower back, silently directing him to lay down on top of the one he was connected to as flat as possible. Harry complied and lowered himself down until his bare chest was pressed flat against that of the reflection. He couldn't help but feel a flutter of anxiety as a couple of fingers wriggled their way into his already stretched entrance but there was surprisingly no pain. Unfortunately, the same could not be said when he felt Draco align himself at his already filled hole, his true bonded's chest covering his back. A pained gasp escaped Harry at the sensation of a second erection entering him, stretching him further than he had ever felt before. Hot fingers ran up his sides, down his back, smoothed over the curve of his rear, touched him almost everywhere they could reach and that helped to keep Harry's anxiety in check. It didn't help the pain but it stopped him from getting too worked up over it.

Harry could feel every vein and subtle curve of the identical lengths inside him as his inner muscles slowly started to relax around the intrusions. He heard Draco's harsh breathing in his ear and knew that he was finding it difficult to retain what little composure he had left. Once again, Harry was reassured and he relaxed that little bit more.

“Merlin, I wish you could see us Harry," Draco husked in his ear, the heat of his breath almost scolding. "Does it hurt? Or does it feel good? Do you feel more filled and complete than ever before?"

For a moment, all Harry could do in reply was gasp. He intended to answer, he really did, but when he opened his mouth to speak, the words he planned on vocalising disappeared and instead, a plea came out. “Please, move.”

The words were nothing more than whispered exhalations of breath, but Draco heard them easily. “As you wish, my love."

It began slowly, perhaps because Draco was still aware that it would be all too easy to hurt Harry at that moment. At the same time that the reflection thrust upwards, pushing even further into Harry, Draco dragged out. Then, as Draco pushed back in, the reflection took its turn to pull out. And that was the rhythm they had soon created; one slowly in as the other came slowly out. Almost immediately Harry was trying to move against them, his earlier pain and discomfort even less than a memory. Then, very suddenly, he found the perfect angle so that his prostate was constantly stimulated as either one of the erections entered him his sweet spot was nudged. The sheer pleasure made him freeze, stopping his breathing, made his hands clench the shoulders of the body beneath him. Draco may have asked him if he was all right but he wasn't really sure; reality seemed to be nothing more than the suffocating haze of pleasure he was currently wrapped in.

Tears formed in those emerald eyes, making them sparkle like the jewels which shared their colour. Still, Harry struggled to breathe as he became dizzy from the pleasurable torment. His hips moved of their own accord, humping as best as they could from where they were sandwiched between the twin bodies beneath and above him.

The build up started slowly as the rhythm of the movement began to speed up. It started as the usual fluttering tingle and continued to grow as Harry was used to but then he passed the point he usually reached his peak. Instead of the pleasure reaching its limit and exploding, it kept on growing, kept on gathering, became more intense until it was something more familiar to a torture. What exquisite torture it was though. Harry wanted it to end, but at the same time he wanted it to last forever.

When the pressure burst, it was too intense. Harry's eyes clenched shut tightly as his orgasm rushed through him. It blurred the line between pleasure and pain. It felt so good that it almost hurt and Harry gasped and panted and soon began to hyperventilate as the edges of his vision began to blur. He didn't quite pass out but he came very close.

The contractions of his channel set off Draco and Harry felt the warmth of the blond's seed fill him to over flowing. Some seeped out, tickling his over stimulated flesh but enough remained to allow the withdrawl of both lengths to be smooth and relatively painless. There was a slight twinge but nothing more than that.

Completely exhausted, Harry lay slumped on top of the reflection’s chest. He murmured incoherently when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist, holding him closely as he was lifted up enough for the body underneath him to slip out. Barely awake, he didn't hear the murmured spell and he barely felt the tingle of magic washing over him, cleaning his skin. The sound of a door opening just about registered in Harry's mind and he forced an eye open and through his blurred vision saw the two Dracos enter the bathroom. Mere seconds later and only one came back in. It was only when Harry felt that body climb into bed beside him and wrap him in a warm embrace and a kiss be pressed to his temple that he allowed his consciousness to leave him completely and finally, after the longest day of his life, he fell into a peaceful slumber.