Tribond

Tribond
Chapter 4 - Operation Harry

Severus was cautious as he answered, “I can if you wish. You never indicated that you wished to be rid of them.”

“I never knew it was possible for a potion to correct my vision. Other wizards wear glasses,” Harry explained.

Lucius snorted elegantly, “Only those who can‘t afford them or those who enjoy the effect wearing them has.”

“Harry, do you want to be rid of your glasses,” asked Severus.

“Merlin, yes! Do you know the number of times I nearly died on that field because my glasses were damaged,” Harry asked.

“It will take some time to brew the potion,” Severus said absently, as he began to mentally review the ingredients necessary. “I’ll need your glasses to activate it as well as eyebright.”

Lucius smiled in fond exasperation as Severus wandered out muttering; his mind already in his potions lab brewing. “Harry, your glasses please.”

“Here, I hope this works. I’m nearly blind without them,” Harry handed them to where he last saw Lucius standing.

“Hold still,” Lucius ordered. He tapped Harry on the temples and said, “Claro orbis!” Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as the room came into sharp focus.

“There that should last until the potion is ready,” Lucius said. “I learned that for my mother. She was always losing her glasses. She enjoyed peering at people over the top of the silly things, said they made her look important.”

“Alright then go help Uncle Sev, so I can interrogate Pot…Harry and assist him in finding a reasonable amount of fashion sense.” Draco turned back to Harry, “Upstairs with you, I want to see if there is anything in your closet that I can salvage.”

Lucius safely out of earshot, Draco began to dig for information. "Why were you really in his bed? And just what was that about a bond?"

"Sleeping, Sev had another of my nightmares and was feeling guilty. I woke when he came to check on me; after I was awake I didn't want to be alone. We were forced into a mind bond, supposedly to help us learn to trust and work better together. It was almost a year ago and was to dissolve after the dark wanker was gone." Harry explained as they climbed the stairs. "One guess as to who thought it a good idea."

Draco's face scrunched before he spat, "Dumbledore! No one else would have done something so stupid."

"We have a winner," Harry smirked. "He ambushed us during a dueling practice, performing it as we were magically bound and gagged as well as drugged out of our minds. Truthfully I'm surprised it didn't fry us both."

Stopping at the door directly across from Severus', Harry opened the door. "Welcome to my room."

Draco threw open the doors to the wardrobe and viewed the meager contents. Dismay shown as he asked, "Do you own anything that isn't too large?"

"Couple of things and my robes." Harry said quietly. "My relatives didn't see any reason to clothe me in any but my cousins’ castoffs and they destroyed the few things I did take home. It isn't like I could afford to waste money on clothes anyhow. My school account isn't that plentiful."

Making a mental note to inquire about Harry's money later, Draco dragged him down the hall to his room. Digging through his own closet the blonde pulled a few things out. "Here try these on; they should fit seeing as we are nearly the same size even if I am taller." He then added, "The bathroom is over there."

Harry tugged self-consciously at the close fitting garments until Draco called for him. Head down he reentered the room. Draco's silence unnerved him; finally he looked up to see shock on the blondes face and began to retreat.

"Freeze! Don't you move an inch. Damn Harry, you look amazing," Draco eyed the dark wizard critically.

"No, I can't they're too tight," protested Harry.

"You've just never worn anything that fit properly," rebutted Draco. "If any of it isn't right those pants aren't tight enough."

"Any tighter and I won't be able to wear underwear," muttered Harry turning pink.

Silver eyes narrowed as Draco dove back into the closet. "Ah ha!" He cried, "Try these on and lose the underwear." He thrust a pair of dark green dragon hide pants at Harry, who protested until he felt them. Butter soft, the pants warmed in Harry's hands. Sliding into them Harry fell in love. They fit like a second skin, feather light and supple. A tingling sensation ran down toned thighs as they molded to every line of his legs, yet remained easy to move in.

Draco held two shirts up as Harry returned then thrust one into his hands. "Here try this one with those pants."

Stripping and changing Harry asked, "Why are you being nice and accepting my being here with Severus?"

Breath caught as Draco turned to respond and viewed the scars on Harry's back. Harry jumped as a cool finger traced lightly across his skin. "Don't Draco, don't pity me. I depend on you to help me stay grounded."

"I hate that anyone would or could do this to a child," came the soft reply before the voice regained its superior sneer. "Nice! Please don't make me laugh. I'm ignoring the fact that you were stupid and turned down my friendship first year. Severus loves my father, always has. They would be bonded if not for my grandfather interfering long ago. When we found you, woke you, he checked that you were safe before releasing us. He knew then who had entered the bedroom that recognition was in his eyes. Snarky and ill tempered as he is, he wouldn't protect you unless he cared a great deal for you. Uncle Sev is always careful to keep his loved ones safe. He chose you over us in that moment. I admit I hated you right then and him, but you had to go and be all noble and bow out of their relationship. You never say things without meaning them, at least not the important things.”

Draco paused and motioned Harry up onto a stool as he checked the fit of the leather pants and shirt. "You have any boots?"

"In my closet, behind the quidditch robes."

"Stay put, I'll be right back." Draco ran down the hall and was soon back. "Here put these on, and then sit so I can do something with your hair."

Draco began to speak once more as he attempted to tame Harry's hair. "I've always known they were meant to be a couple. I watch them together, so intense it hurts. They always look incomplete, like they are missing some vital part of whom and what they can be. In the past year, Sev has seemed more settled and I couldn't figure out why. It's you, Harry, you balance him in some weird way. I would guess it's your bond. I'm going to suggest something that will shock you. Don't break the bond; find a way to be part of them both. No, wait hear me out. Earlier when they kissed over you, suddenly it felt and looked right. It seemed like the missing part of them was you."

Harry stared up at the blonde so far beyond shocked he felt numb. "Draco, you can't really mean that!"

"Look I don't mean jump into bed with them but at least consider being friends with them both. Get to know Father, at the very least, as more than an enemy. Know them as a couple, you have time for that before school resumes and we are staying until then. I promise not to bring this up again." Draco pleaded with his eyes.

"I promise to give serious thought to what you ask, that's all I can do," Harry said slowly.

Draco nodded his acceptance and stepped back, "What do you think?"

Harry was astonished at the well dressed man in the mirror. "I look so different. Thank you."

"No need for thanks, I have standards for friends," Draco smirked. "Now let’s find an elf and get some food."

"Is this lunch or dinner?"

"Dinner I think, lunch is what started your day."

"Come on then we should get started," Harry said leading the way out of the room. "Sev doesn't have any elves at dinner time. We make it ourselves."

"I don't cook," protested Draco.

"Then you'll learn," smirked Harry.