Reality in Binding

Title: Reality in
Binding

Rating: R

Warning:
Swearing, yaoi slash, violence, angst. style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>

Talking Forms:
Talking “Word/s” Telepathic speech /style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Word/s/

Pairings: Draco x
Harry, Hermione x Ron, maybe more later.

Author’s Notes:
Okay, I know, I took forever to update this chapter. I had a lot happen in the
last month or so. I went to my first ever funeral, for my grandmother. I’ve
been trying to help out around the house, to help my mum and all. But I really
hope you all like this chapter, it’s not much, but I like it and felt content
to leave it as it was. So I hope you all enjoy. Sorry if it’s short, it wasn’t
intentional.

Disclaimer:
Unfortunately I don’t own the characters, but I do own the plot.

Thanks to: Okay,
to all those who voted and reviewed, thanks ^_^

I, personally, write only Sub Draco’s and Dom Harry’s, I
agree to most of the points class=SpellE>linn made ^_^ Harry’s just got the right attitude. But, I’m
also trying to look at different areas of writing their relationships… which is
kinda hard. But, I was actually planning on making it equal… we’ll see if I
manage it.

Once again I apologise immensely for not thanking everyone
personally. But, thank you all for your comments and help. I’m glad to hear
that you’re all enjoying the story. I love hearing what people think. So class=GramE>thanks, and I hope you all enjoy.

And Christina, what you say makes perfect sense, I’ll work
on that okay?

Chapter Sixstyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> – Pulls and slips

Harry sat in the large common room, his eyes glued to the
parchment in front of him. He was meant to do a three foot essay, on the
protection an illusion charm can bring, it was easy, but at the moment, his
brain was dead.

He had been sitting in the same chair for over two hours,
working on missed homework and assignments, Hermione had given him her books to
work from. He had gotten through a day of school, the bond between himself and
Malfoy was difficult to work around, and he had to keep reminding himself that
he couldn’t just walk off.

It had been very difficult to manage when they got to their
last lesson, they had different classes, though Malfoy was just down the hall,
Harry had difficulty concentrating, and that earned him thirty house points
being deducted.

He found it was harder when they weren’t in visual range of
each other, when he knew that the blonde Slytherin was in another room, out of
his eye sight, his bond would strain to pull them back, making them snappy,
impatient and exhausted.

Harry had nearly ran out of the class when the bell had
gone, forgetting to pack his things and get his bag. As soon as he had gotten
into the hallway, he had sighed in relief and slumped against the wall, seeing
as Malfoy was just across from him.

So now it was eight, Harry sitting and trying to study, and
with a glance of over his shoulder, he found that Malfoy was lying on the
lounge, feet draped over the arm of the chair and a book resting open in his
lap.

When he had agreed to bonding with Malfoy, he had been told
constantly of the affects he would receive, but then again, being told what to
expect, and then getting the affect, are two totally different things. He had
expected to get these emotions, to go through these symptoms, but he had not
expected them to be so strong, so raw.

Sighing, he dropped his head onto the table with a soft ‘class=SpellE>thunk,’ dropping his quill to the side as he more or less
gave up.

“Now I see why you only just manage to pass your classes”
Malfoy drawled, not glancing up from his book.

Harry shot upright, then shot a glare at the blonde. “At
least I pass” he snapped, picking up his quill again.

Snorting, Draco turned the page of his book. class=GramE>“Barely.”

Ignoring the blonde, Harry sighed, looking back down to his
parchment. He still had at least a foot and a half left, he sighed again, his
fist in his hair.

“Will you stop that, it’s getting on my nerves” Draco
snapped again, glaring up from his book, to meet equally narrowed and glaring
green eyes.

“Well sorry for breathing” the other snapped.

“And you should be” was his reply, the Slytherin turned back
to his book, leaving Harry to seethe.

Turning back – once again – to his papers, he strung words
together, all to collaborate with what he thought of certain blonde haired,
silver eyed, Slytherin boys that he was forced to be bonded with, namely, Draco
Malfoy.

“Trust me, the expression is mutual.”

“Are you even reading that book? Or are you just listening
to me, waiting to bite out a sarcastic remark?” Harry finally snapped, turning
in his seat to glare at the silver eyes that rose calmly to look at him.

“Both actually. I’m multi talented
in the department of reading and pissing you off at the same time” he
said earnestly, earning him a harsher glare from the Gryffindor before the boy
turned to his papers, preparing to just ignore the boy.

Then, with a sigh, the blonde closed his book, swinging his
legs around to land on the ground. “I’m bored” he announced, putting the book
to the side.

Turning around slowly, Harry raised a brow. “And what do you
expect me to do about that? It’s your problem, not mine” he said, moving to
turn back to his still unfinished work.

“Entertain me” the blonde demanded.

With disbelief written all over his face, the brunet turned
back to Draco, “Excuse me?” he asked, wanting to make
sure his hearing wasn’t out.

“You heard me, entertain me” the boy said, looking far from
kidding.

Scoffing, Harry turned to his paper, picking up his quill,
“Not bloody likely! I’m not going to entertain you Malfoy. Don’t you
have homework to do? Shouldn’t you be catching up in classes?” he asked, not
looking up from his paper.

“Yes, but that’s boring” was his only reply, as if that one
reply was the only onabonable excuse, and the only needed excuse.

“It’s meant to be boring, it’s also meant to be educational”
the boy replied, starting to right out a new sentence that came to mind on the general
topic.

With a small sigh, Draco was forced to admit defeat as he
trudged to his bag, collecting his homework and assignments before collapsing
onto the sheep rug in front of the warm fireplace. Setting the more immediate
tasks on top of the medium sized pile, he put his ink pot and quill to his
left, creating a rather neat study area for himself.

Then, humming a small tune that came from nothing in
particular, he began to work on his homework.

(_______________________)

It took a while to fall into routine of going to classes,
after so long of being isolated.

Disturbing dreams continued to occur; they even went through
rather large urges, like for example: Harry had exited the shower early on
Tuesday morning, only to find himself coming face to face with hungry silver
eyes.

Of course nothing had transfigured from there, both boys
just stood at a respectful distance, both eyes hungry as they watched they
other. Finally, with deep blushes blooming over both faces, the two looked
away, making themselves busy with anything eve everything.

Draco was finding the bonds wishes to be more intense, and
what was worse was that each dream seemed to get more and more vivid, and they
seemed to progress a little further each night… it didn’t help at all that
Potter had stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel draped
around his hips.

At the moment Potter had opened that door, it had been like
one of those cheesy muggle movies he had seen and heard mention of.

The steam from the shower flooded out and circled around
Potters form, causing him to seem mysterious. There were droplets of water
running down his tanned and defined chest, his hair clinging to his neck and
face. The deep red towel seemed to be teasing him with how low it sat on those
hips…

He was more then displeased with that sight, and even more
displeased when that same sight had made an appearance in that nights dream…
followed with a few other things, but he’d rather not go into that.

The bond was getting harder and harder to restrain, he knew
he was close to just snapping to its not so silent demands. All he needed was
one more push; just one more and then he feared the final act may just happen.

But no! He had to be strong. Potter was holding out, wasn’t
he? If Potter could hold the bond’s demands and flirff, ff, then so could he…
hell, he was positive he could do better, Potter would definitely be the first
to snap, he would bet money on that… not that he wanted the Gryffindor to snap
and suddenly jump him in Potions class…

Oh, just imagine it. Working silently at his cauldron, then,
suddenly, being grabbed roughly and spun around, and before he would be able to
react, he’d be pushed back, forcing him to lean back over the table as a hot,
solid, warm body leaned down over himps aps and teeth already at his neck; the
sound of Snap shouting and students fainting in the background…

Someone cleared their throat, making Draco look up suddenly,
blinking.

Standing just over him, hands on his hips and a dark brow
raised, Harry had a small gleam of both embarrassment and amusement shining in
his green eyes as he looked down at Malfoy.

in Malfoy’s head. He had fortunately been forced to watch the small thoughts
play out in his own head, through the link that connected their minds. The
pictures were still vivid in his mind, the images repeating themselves over and
over again.

He quickly shook the images out of his head, returning his
gaze to Malfoy, who had seated back on his heels, looking up at Harry. With the
bonds help, Harry saw this position the Slytherin was in rather… well,
compromising.

He flushed red.

“I… Um… D-Dumbledore should be here
soon, I thought we should clean the place up” he said, diverting his eyes to
another section of the room.

Draco looked over to the clock, it
was already a few minutes to eight. Jumping to his feet, picking up his papers
as he did, he nodded in agreement. “Who’s teaching us?” he asked, looking back
to the Gryffindor, who, weirdly enough, was blushing, bitting his lower lips
hard and not meeting his eyes.

“Er… I-I don’t know” he answered.

Draco paused in his packing up; he put his attention onto
the brunet. “Potter, what’s the matter with you? You look like… like you’re
about to do something you know you shouldn’t” he said, frowning.

That’s when he saw a flash of images appear across the bond…
he saw a glimpse of himself… and he was… he…

Draco’s eyes widened as a deep blush crept over his face.
/Oh/

Harry’s blush deepened, ducking his head a little in his embarrassment
of his thoughts being transferred to the Slytherin. He hadn’t meant that to
happen.

Managing to lift his eyes, he looked over to the Slytherin
that was standing, holding some parchment close to his chest, only about a step
or so away from himself.

And then the bond took hold.

He took a step forward, or more in the form of one quick
stride, bringing himself intimately close to the blonde, whose breath was now
caught in his throat as he looked into the clouding green eyes.

Harry then leaned forward, one hand raising and cupping a
pale cheek, his thumb grazing the silky skin. His other hand moved to the
waist. Then, his face grew closer, his lips moving towards the slightly parted
others, his eyes fluttering closed.

He could feel the bonds excitement, his heart rate
increasing with it. He could feel the bond pulling him closer, as if it where a
life or death matter. Kissing would solve all his problems, it would silently
tell him, and then it would grow boulder, telling him what else he can do,
apart from kissing.

Their lips met.

He felt a shaky breath escaping Draco’s lips, then the
blonde stepped closer, aligning his body with Harry’s, his chest against the
others, his books still held between them. One hand let go of the papers,
coming to rest on the small dip on the Gryffindors waist.

This was very different from their last kiss; this wasn’t
desperate, violent almost. This was a kiss that normal lovers would give as
greeting, or a daily farewell… even a kiss you’d give your lover just because
you want to, during a movie or over the kitchen table… this was a casual,
loving kiss.

Both their eyes were closed, their hands resting gently upon
the other, their lips just resting together, hardly moving. It felt so perfect,
and even their rational side had to agree that it was a delicate and loving
kiss, one even they wouldn’t want to break from.

Even with the knowledge of the name, and past relationships
with the person they were holding and kissing couldn’t manage to pull their lips
away from each other, or their hands.

But after a moment of being in that position, Harry applied
some small pressure, kissing the lips and then pulling back, ignoring and
pushing the bond away.

Their eyes opened and locked with each others for a few silent
moments.

There wasn’t much each could, nor thought to do. They had
just kissed, and it almost seemed willingly, though Draco was assuring himself
it was all the bonds fault.

Green stayed locked with silver. Thoughts went through both
minds.

They had kissed, why was it that they felt almost content to
the knowledge of that? This was all happening too fast.