Dark bonds

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Chapter 6

Harry woke up to find Draco gone. Harry sighed. He didn’t know what was going on. He was confused and he just felt like the world has flipped upside down. When he and Draco bonded it felt so right. He didn’t know why some things happened, and he somewhat came to terms that he may never know. Even in the wizarding world you can’t always give everything an explanation.

Pulling up the mangled covers on his bed to make it look a little tidy, he put on his glasses and trudged around the room looking for the bathroom. Everything that had happened the night before put a hold on his life momentarily. Harry looked around the room and realized how beautiful it really was. The dormitory lead into the common room down a marble, spiraling staircase. In their bedroom there was a fireplace that was trimmed in gold and silver, rugs of emerald and scarlet. ‘Hmm…those colors look nice together’ Harry thought and turned his thoughts back to their original course.

He saw a door that was partly opened so he decided to check if that was the bathroom. He opened it and inside there was a large bath tub, much like the one the prefects use, a separate room that Harry assumed was for the shower, and a large vanity with two sinks. The bathroom was made of a white marble. And hanging on golden rods, were fluffy black and white towels, each with silver trim. When Harry went closer he had to hide a small snort because they each had his or Draco’s name written in a fancy script.

Harry looked at the tub and decided he neea nia nice, warm bath to help clear his head and allow him to think. So he turned one of the many taps until he found his favorite violet colored, perfumed bath mixtures. The same one he used in his fourth year. ‘It helped me think then, maybe it will do the same now’.

The tub filled slowly with the purple soapy water so Harry started to undress. Removing his glasses, he gently set them down on the edge of the tub, to avoid them getting wet. He lowered his hands past his already bare chest, and moved them down to the rim of the red silk pajama bottoms. He took a loose end of the cord holding it together and pulled on it gently, releasing himself from his pants as he carelessly let them fall down his smooth legs and on to the floor leaving a pile of red silk around his feet. He shuffled the bottoms off his feet and after picking them he tried to make them look somewhat folded. He placed his hands on the edge of his black silk boxers and tugged them down swiftly, revealing himself and his natural elegance. After stowing the clothing some place where they wouldn’t get wet, he slowly slid into the warm water and sighed a breath of relief, letting the perfumed soap to ease his tension away.

Harry lifted his hand out of the soapy water holding a cluster of little violet bubbles. He blew on them and they flew into the air creating a shimmering effect wherever the light hit them. Harry laughed and proceeded to do it again when he heard a noise that made him stop.

Quickly, he turned his head to the door where he saw a very flushed Draco Malfoy staring at him silently, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Harry turned around completely and sat up in the water so his chest would be revealed, wet and dripping with soft bubbles. He lifted a hand to rest it at the edge of the tub and called out gently “Yes…?” Draco looked down at the floor the then he lifted his head quickly again. His eyes were darting back and forth making him look as if he was in a large internal conflict with himself. Finally he stopped and answered.

“Sorry, I was just wondering where you were. I left early this morning so I could take a walk and, er…clear my mind. I’ll leave you now.” Draco turned around quickly, bingbing that handle of the door when Harry said “Wait,”. He didn’t say it urgently, or in any other convincing manner, but it was enough to make Draco turn around.

“Yes…?” Draco said, repeating the question Harry had asked minutes earlier. Harry looked at Draco with his head tilted to one side as if asking himself a question and then said aloud, “Would you like to join me? Just to clear your head? I find this perfume stuff helps.” Harry looked down, his cheeks flushing. He mumbled something incomprehensible and Draco just stood there slightly shocked. Harry didn’t expect Draco to say yes, but he did, and with a nod of his head, Harry turned around, his back facing Draco. He didn’t feel it appropriate to just stare as Draco was getting undressed.

Draco fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them without actually ripping them off. He was nervous in a way, yet he knew there was nothing to be worried about. Ever since he tasted Harry’s blood he knew he could trust the other boy.

After finally undoing the buttons of his black cotton shirt, he slid it off his torso making sure that it didn’t wrinkle. After taking the time to fold it, he lowered his hands to the buttons of his pants and undid them slowly. His hands slightly shaking as he undid the final button of his black trousers, he slid them to the floor where he bent over to pick them up. After placing them carefully with his shirt, Draco grabbed on to his dark blue, silk boxers and pulled them off gently, exposing his naked self.

He climbed into the tub on the opposite end of Harry and reached out to touch his shoulder, letting him know it was okay to uncover his eyes and turn around. Harry did so, and when he turned around he made a silent gasp and his breath hitched. He realized how beautiful and angelic Draco really looked. His sharp blue-gray eyes standing out against his pale and soft complexion that blended almost perfectly with his light blonde hair. Harry looked past his face to his chest where he could barely see the muscles that Draco had hidden underneath his feminine characteristics. Harry blinked, and blushing he stared at the soapy water in front of him, realizing that Draco was staring at him in the exact same way he had been moments before.

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Sometimes when you aren’t looking, I stare. I try to pretend that we aren’t really here. That we’re off in some place far, far away. That you love me and will want to be with me all day.


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