Forced Bonding

Chapter Seven:

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After everyone left, Draco and Harry were at a loss for what to do. That was quickly resolved when a popping noise alerted them to a house elf arriving with all their belongings. Since they didn’t have anything particular to do, they dismissed the elf and set about making the rooms their own.

They each had their own bookcase and desk, so the put all their books and school material away and went to the bedroom where they proceeded to put their cloths away.

“Sweet Merlin Harry! Are all your cloths that ratty?” exclaimed Draco, when he saw the state of Harry’s wardrobe.

“Well, all I have is what my aunt gave me. And when I got my parents money, I didn’t want to buy new stuff or they would know I had money,” said Harry, defensively.

“Well, after the bonding, I will have our tailor come and get you new stuff made. I won’t have those ratty things next to my stuff.”

“Maybe I don’t want to look like a ponce like you do!” In reality, Harry would love to have a new wardrobe, but he wasn’t going to let Draco insult him.

“A ponce? I do not look like a ponce! I look elegant and nicely put together!”

“What ever Draco.”

“So it’s settled then. You will have a completely new wardrobe by the end of the week. No mate of mine will look so ratty.”

“I didn’t agree to that! Where do you get that it’s settled?”

“You said what ever. I took that to mean that you didn’t care one way or the other.”

“Fine. Just so long as I don’t look like a ponce, and I get final say in what we choose.”

“Good. I will have mother contact him tomorrow,” said a gleeful Draco. He loved shopping.

Harry just rolled his eyes and continued to put his things away. He pulled out his invisibility cloak and went to hang it up in the armoire when an exclamation from Draco stopped him.

“Is that an invisibility cloak?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get that? They are very rare. Father doesn’t even have one.”

“My father left it to me. I got it my first year, for Christmas.”

Draco looked at it for a few more moments, before his eyes narrowed.

“So that explains what happened third year at the shrieking shack. That was you, you little bugger!”

Harry just nodded his head and laughed. Suddenly he found himself thrown on the bed, with Draco on top of him.

“You scared the shite out of me that day, you know!” he exclaimed, before his hands dove in to tickle Harry without mercy.

“Stop! Oh gods! Draco! I’m sorry,” Harry yelled between fits of laughter. He was wiggling underneath him, trying to escape Draco’s fingers when suddenly Draco stopped tickling him. Harry looked up in confusion to see Draco’s face slowly lowering to meet his. Harry’s breath hitched and he raised his face to meet Draco’s in a soft kiss.

Harry moaned and leaned in further to deepen the kiss, and he raised his arms to tangle his hands in Draco’s hair. He could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his own and he thrust up to meet that hardness. Draco answered with a thrust of his own and put his own hands in Harry’s wild hair.

When one of Harry’s hands moved down to slip into Draco’s trousers, Draco broke the kiss and pulled away.

“What’s the matter Draco? I thought you were enjoying it.”

“I was Harry, but you heard what Dumbledore said. He can’t shag yet. I thought we should stop now before we got too involved.”

“Your right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Why are you sorry Harry? I was the one who jumped on top of you and then kissed you, remember?”

“I didn’t make matters any easier, what with humping you and trying to put my hands down your trousers.”

“Gods Harry, will you stop? Do you always have to be the one at fault? We are both hormonal teenagers, who have been locked in a room together. We were both at fault. Now, let’s just drop it okay?”

“Fine. We were both at fault,” said Harry, just wanting to end the conversation.

“Thank you. Now, what do you say we go about changing some of these colors, liven up the place a bit?”

“Sure. Just no House Colors.”

“What colors do you prefer?”

“I like blues, black, burgundy and Emerald Green.”

“But green is a Slytherin color,” smirked Draco.

“Okay, so no Gryffindor colors then. And no silver.”

“Okay. Let’s get to work then.”

They pulled out their wands and both of them were relieved to have them in their hands again after not having them for two days.

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By the time they got done, the bedroom was burgundy and black and the small common room was dark blue and cream. They decided to leave the bathroom as it was.

They stood back and admired their work for a moment.

“Well, this place could almost feel like home. I will have to have mother bring us a few things to give it a homier feel. I have an amazing chess set at the manor. I could teach you how to play a real game of chess in no time. Do you have any thing you would like to have brought over?”

“No. Everything I own is already here.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yes. The Dursley’s never game me anything. I really didn’t accumulate much because I didn’t want it taken away from me.”

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Draco performed a spell to see who was on the other side of the door and gave a disgusted snort when he saw that it was Hermione and Ron.

“Please be nice Draco. We are going to be stuck together for a very long time and they are going to be around for a lot of it. It would be much easier on all of us if you learned to get along with each other.”

“Fine. As long as they are nice to me, I will be nice to them.”

“That’s all I ask,” said Harry, before he opened the door.

“Hey guys. Come on in.”

The two Gryffindor’s sat on the couch, as Harry indicated and glared at Draco when he sat in the chair opposite Harry.

“Harry mate, what in the bloody hell is wrong with you? You actually agreed to bind yourself to that bastard?” asked Ron, in his typical blunt fashion.

“Ron, please be nice. Draco didn’t ask for this either. I am doing it, not only to save lives, but also for the information that Mr. Malfoy is providing us. We can end the war soon, and with minimal loss on our side, with this information.”

“But it’s MALFOY, Harry. How can you bind yourself to him? It’s for forever! You will never be free from him,” said a distraught Hermione.

“I know Hermione, but I made my choice. I don’t think it will be so bad. We were locked up for two days and we didn’t even try to kill each other.

Please try and get along with him. He already agreed to be civil if you two will. I am going to be with him for the rest of my life, and I want you to be there too, but not if we don’t get along. I won’t live the rest of my life constantly fighting.”

“You’re going to be with Malfoy Harry. You will be constantly fighting with HIM!” pointed out Ron.

“Actually Weasley, we won’t. Maybe in the beginning we will, but as the bond strengthens, we will grow closer, and feel affection towards one another. We will probably have the quarrels that normal couples do, but no fighting like Harry and I are prone to do,” explained Draco, speaking for the first time since Hermione and Ron arrived.

“We can’t talk you out of this Harry?” asked Hermione.

“No. I made my decision. We need this information, and I can’t sit by and let people die if I can do anything to stop it.”

“Oh Harry, you are so sweet. That is what I always liked about you. Fine, I won’t be rude to Malfoy as long as he treats you well. I just hope that you end up happy in the long run.”

Harry looked at Ron, who begrudgingly gave his consent in the form of a brief nod and smile, which caused Harry to sigh with relief.

“One question though Harry, what about Charlie. I thought you two were ‘on again’. Mum is going to be so upset. She had hopes that you two would settle down and get ‘married’.

“I was going to owl him today and explain what is going one. As for us ever getting ‘married’, it would have never happened. Charlie liked us as we were. I was his little ‘fuck buddy’ when he was home from Romania, and that is all. I know for a fact that he has someone in Romania that he sleeps with when he is there.”
“That bastard! I can’t believe he treated you like that!” exploded Ron.

“Ron, calm down! I was fucking Terry Boot for awhile when I was with him. He knew about it. We didn’t keep things like that from each other. I care a great deal about him, but we weren’t like you and Hermione are. It’s no big deal.”

Harry’s words calmed Ron down enough that his face wasn’t as red as his hair anymore.

“Harry, when are you and Draco getting bonded?” asked Hermione.

“In two days. After that we have to be in the same room with each other for several months, while the bond grows. Once it is at full strength, then we can be apart for awhile. We will always be drawn to each other though.”

“But what about your seeker position for the Canons?” asked Ron.

“I’m not going to do it.”

“What? Harry I told you I would hold my apprenticeship for a year, you don’t have to give up your spot!” exclaimed Draco.

“It’s okay Draco. I didn’t want to do it that bad. I just didn’t have anything else to do. I don’t want to become an auror anymore. After Voldemort is dead, I just want to live in peace. Maybe Dumbledore will have a job for me to do in the school or something.”

“Harry, how will you be able to do a job if you have to be in the same room with me all the time? I really don’t think that Professor Snape will appreciate it if you are hanging around his class room all the time.”

“I don’t know Draco! We need to talk to Dumbledore later about this. Maybe he has some ideas.”

“Fine, but I still think I should just hold off my apprenticeship until next year. It would make things easier. Besides, I wouldn’t mind traveling around for a year, seeing the sights, being pampered along with the other player’s spouses.”

To Harry’s surprise, Ron and Hermione started laughing at Draco’s dramatics, but Harry was still upset. He didn’t want Draco to give up his dream. Harry enjoyed playing Quidditch, but he was telling the truth when he said he only took the position because he didn’t know what else to do. Running a little shop with Draco sounded like it might be fun, but he just didn’t know. They definitely needed to have a talk with Dumbledore.

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After Hermione and Ron left for lunch in the Great Hall, a house elf popped in with their own lunch, and they sat on the floor at the coffee table to eat. They were famished from all the work they had done in their ‘apartment’ and so there was very little talk as they quickly ate their food.

After they ate, Harry got up and sat on the couch, and to surprise, Draco got up and sat next to him.

“Harry, I feel I need to tell you that I am extremely nervous about bottoming for you during the ritual. I never did it before, and not just for the dominance thing. I am genuinely nervous about it.”

“I understand that Draco. I was always nervous too. I liked being dominant, but it was mostly because of nerves. But when me and Charlie started sleeping together, we talked it through and because I trusted him, I decided to try it once. It is very pleasurable and as long as the top prepares you correctly, it will barely hurt, if at all. And I promise you, I will prepare you thoroughly. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you want to be hurt.”

“Thank you,” said Draco, bringing his hand up to cup Harry’s face and kissing him gently on the lips. He pulled away before Harry could respond, much to his disappointment, and relief. He didn’t know if he could stop if they got to far.

For the first time since this whole ordeal started, neither of them could wait for the bonding, so they could finally shag each other.

A/n well, there goes another chapter. The bonding will be either in the next chapter, or the one after that, I haven’t decided yet.