Forced Bonding

Chapter Three:


Well, I just realized that I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first two chapters.

Disclaimer: I don’t own it.

Thanks for my lovely reviews. I was asked what a calamite is. Sorry about that. I meant catamite. Calamite must be a real word, since my spell check didn’t pick it up. I have read catamite in reference to sexual slaves in the masculine form. I don’t know if that is was it really means, but I like the word, so I used it. Also, some people have asked about who would be dominate in the relationship. I haven’t decided yet, so I am leaving it up to you. Vote in your reviews. Majority wins. Now, on with the story!

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Harry was already in Dumbledore’s office when Draco arrived. He watched the blond boy sit in the chair next to him, as he was instructed to do so. Like a true Malfoy, his face was blank, not revealing what he was really feeling. He turned to look at Harry when he felt him staring at him, but he didn’t say anything, then turned his attention to Dumbledore, who started to speak.

“Well gentlemen, I feel I should get right to the point. You are going to be staying in a room near the teacher dormitories. It will have everything you need for the next three days. A house elf will bring you your meals, and since the term is nearly over, have will have no school work to worry about. You also will have no visitors, since this is for you to get to know each other. Now, do you have any questions?”

“Yes sir. About the bonding. What exactly does it entail? How strong is it, and what will my relationship to Potter be?”

“Excellent questions Mr. Malfoy. The bonding ritual is very simple actually. There will be specific runes drawn on the floor in a circle. You and Mr. Potter will have to copulate as I say a spell over you. That is all.”

“Wait! I had a feeling we might have to have sex, but we have to do it in front of you?” exploded Harry.

“I am afraid so Mr. Potter, but I will be the only one there. I know that will be embarrassing, but it is the only way for the ritual to work properly.”

“Headmaster, how strong will the bond be? Will I be able to have my own free will?”

“Yes Mr. Malfoy. You will feel drawn the Harry, but you will have your own will. You will be able to live your life, you will just have to live it with Harry.”

“What about other relationships? Will we be able to pursue them?” Harry asked.

“I am afraid not. The bond won’t allow it. You will be drawn to each other, and for the first several months, you will have to stay in each others eyesight.”

“I see. So, the bond lasts a lifetime? There is no way to break it once Voldemort is dead? And if Potter dies, do I die as well?”

“Yes, the bond lasts a lifetime, no there is no way to break it, unless Harry dies. No, you won’t die with him. If he dies, you will be free of the bond.”

“Wait a minute? what’s to say that he won’t kill me in my sleep so he doesn’t have to live with me?” Harry cried, not liking this development at all.

“Calm down Harry. The bond doesn’t allow you to harm each other. You are not only physically unable, but mentally as well. The thought to do harm will not even occur to you. And you will do all in your power to protect the other. This was actually used as a marriage rite for people in arranged marriages. I know you two don’t want to do this, but you will be happy in the end.”

“So what, we do the ceremony, shag in front of you, then wake up loving each other?” Harry asked in disbelief.

“No. The bond forms and strengthens over a course of several months. That is why you have to stay near each other, the bond is working to unite you completely.”

“And if we decided during these three days that we don’t want to do this?” Harry asked.

“Then Mr. Malfoy and his family plan to take their own lives rather than to turn him over to Voldemort.” The Headmaster stated flatly.

“So the three days are for what? The fun of it?”

“No Harry. They are so you can get to know each other, and make absolutely sure this is what you want to do. Mr. Malfoy may well decided that he would rather die. We don’t want to rush the decision, but we also can’t wait forever. We have to perform the ritual before the Christmas Holidays because that is when Voldemort plans on taking Mr. Malfoy. Now, are there anymore questions, or are you ready to go to your room?”

They had none, and Professor Dumbledore told Harry that he would explain to Ron and Hermione what was going on, so they got up and went to the room they would be living in for the next three days.

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Harry and Draco sat staring at each other from their respective chairs in front of the fire. Everyone else had long since left, and they had been sitting here ever since. The room they were in was quite small. It had one double bed, two arm chairs in front of the fire, a dresser and a small dinette table with two chairs. There was one door, which led to a simple bathroom with a bath/shower combo, toilet and sink with a mirror hanging over it. It seemed designed to keep them in close proximity to each other. There was no couch, and just enough bedding for the bed, so they were forced to sleep in the same bed.

There were no books, so they only had each other for company. Dumbledore was bound and determined that they get to know each other.

What was really embarrassing was what he said before they left:

“Oh and gentlemen, I doubt we have to worry about this, but just so you know, you are not to have sex with each other. The ritual demands that this be your first time with each other. See you in three days.”

Harry had wanted to hex him for that, but they had taken their wands from them.

“This is ridiculous Malfoy. We can’t just spend the next three days staring at one another. Say something.” burst Harry in exasperation.
“What do you want me to say Potter? I am in the same boat as you, remember?”

“Fine! Be difficult! Its not my life on the line you know! If you don’t want to do this, just say so. I can go back to my life, and you can go kill yourself!”

“You don’t have to be such an arse! I didn’t ask for this you know! I just wanted to live my life in peace, but NO! Since you are just sitting on your arse instead of killing that disgusting monster, he got bored and decided he wanted to play with me! If you had just done what you were supposed to, then we wouldn’t be in this mess. This is all your fault!”

“My fault! I didn’t ask for this either! I didn’t ask for my parents to get killed and I didn’t ask to grow up with my poor excuse for a family who locked me up in a cupboard for 11 years! I also didn’t ask for my godfather to get killed by your crazy aunt, and I SURE as hell didn’t ask to spend the rest of my life stuck with your stuck up, self-centered, prejudiced arse!”

Draco smirked at Harry after he ended his outburst. He stood there breathing heavily and glaring at Draco.

“My, my Potter. You really do need to get control of yourself. Your acting like a commoner. We can’t have that, now can we?”

“I swear to Merlin Malfoy, that I am seconds away from throttling you!”

“Fine, fine! What do you want to talk about? We are supposed to get to know each other after all.”

“Why don’t you tell me why you don’t want to be bonded to Voldemort. I thought your family was all gung-ho about supporting him. I would think you and your parents would jump at the chance to serve him in anyway possible.”

Draco looked extremely angry, then he sighed and sat back down in his chair.

“You may as well sit down Potter. It is a long story.”

Harry sat down and gestured for Draco to begin his story.

“When I was little, my father used to tell me stories about the Dark Lord and how he was going to make our world better again. That he was going to rid the world of mud-bloods and half-bloods and keep the bloodlines pure. I ate it all up of course. He also used to tell me about you, how you destroyed all our hopes and dreams. I hated you. I wanted to hurt you for my father. But when I got older, I started going through our library. I came across newspaper articles about the war. All those people dieing and being tortured, it made me sick. Then I started reading the Malfoy family history. We were a proud family, only serving ourselves. My father changed all that, and I was disgusted by his behavior. How could he disgrace the family by serving that evil monster? I kept all this to my self though. Father always told me that he knew the Dark Lord would be back, and as a true Malfoy, I kept all my findings and feeling hidden. wouldn’t do to show weakness. I vowed that I would make friends with you and help in any way I could should the Dark Lord make a reappearance. Of course, that didn’t go as planned, as you well know.”

Harry smirked and motioned for him to continue.

“When I got to know my housemates, I realized that nearly all of them had former death eater parents, and they grew up on the same drivel as I did, but they all ate it up. They all talked about how great it would be once Voldemort returned and killed you, and then took over the Wizarding world. I knew right away that I had to keep up my act with them. By the end of the year, I knew that I had to tell my parents that I would never be one of them. Mother was relieved. Father was extremely disappointed, but to my great surprise, he wasn’t angry and promised me that I wouldn’t have to join him if I didn’t want to. When Voldemort returned in our fourth year my father changed completely. He held true to his word to not make me join, but my once proud father was now a cowering fool. Jumping to do that monsters every command, terrified that if he didn’t get it right he would be punished. He came back from meeting in agony, his body twitching uncontrollably from several rounds of crucio. Any respect I had for my father immediately disappeared. But I continued to spout death eater propaganda at school to escape suspicion from my house mates. I continued to fight with you and insult your friends. In truth, I care little about blood lines, and would love to be a Weasley. They may not have money, but their father is at least not a coward.”

“And what about me?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I can’t stand you. I don’t hate you, I just greatly dislike you. You embarrassed me in front of our entire year. You beat me at Quidditch and you have real friends. I admire you though. You have the courage to stand up to Voldemort. You have faced him many times and won.”


“I didn’t win. If I had won, Cedric and Sirius would be alive. I just got lucky and escaped with my life.”

“If you say so. So, now you know about me. What about you? You yelled something about a miserable excuse for a family, being locked in a cupboard and your god father dieing. Are you talking about Sirius Black?”

“Yes. Sirius Black was my godfather. He was not really a murderer. That was Peter Pettigrew. He set him up. He was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange at the end of fifth year. As for my family, if you can call them that, they are muggles. My mother’s sister, Petunia, her husband Vernon and son Dudley. They thought they could force the magic out of me, so they locked me in a cupboard under the stairs until I was eleven and I got my Hogwarts letter. I didn’t know anything about the Wizarding world until then. They used to make me do all the chores around the house and starve me if I didn’t do something right, or I had uncontrollable bursts of magic. I also had to wear Dudley’s hand-me down cloths. He used to beat me up all the time.” Harry told this all to Draco in a wooden voice, completely devoid of emotion, almost as if he was talking about this happening to somebody else. It did not go unnoticed by Draco, but he chose to not mention it.

Before Harry could go any further, there was an audible pop and a house elf appeared with their lunch. Since neither of them had eaten breakfast, they were starved and hurried to the table to eat. They didn’t talk during lunch, but one thought was on both of their minds.

It was going to be a long three days.

a/n I know this chapter was all talk, but they are at the getting to know you stage. I also wanted to address a review I got. I don’t hate Dumbledore, but I don’t like him either. In the books he used to piss me off something awful. He kept so many things from Harry, which resulted in Sirius’s death. He happened to be one of my favorite characters. He also let Snape treat them so badly. He completely ignored the favoritism to the Slytherin’s, house points being unfairly taken away, not to mention the rude comments he made to Harry and Company. If he was a real teacher, he would lose his job fast. I don’t care for the fics that portray Dumble REAL bad, but I just have trouble writing him as a jovial old wizard.

Don’t forget to vote for who will be Dom and who will be sub!