Forced Bonding

Chapter Eight:

Thanks again for all the reviews. I just want to address something: A few people have mentioned that they thought it was a bit early for Draco and Harry to start getting intimate. Maybe it is, but I feel that any pair of horny 17 year old boys that are locked in a room together for two days and forced to get to know one another, and realized that the other isn’t so bad, will probably at least snog each other senseless. Add that fact that they know they are going to spend the rest of their life together, I think it would be realistic. (Or as realistic as it can be, considering they are fictional characters *whine about the unfairness that Draco Malfoy, sex god, is not real* who go to a magical school)
But don’t get me wrong, I appreciate any and all input, as long as it doesn’t flame, and I value all your opinions. Several of you have given me good ideas when I was stuck on something. Like the reviewer who mentioned a screen so Dumble wouldn’t actually SEE them shag. So keep up the reviews and ideas. If I like them, and they will fit in with what I am planning, I will use them and credit you for the idea. Enjoy!

P/S somebody mentioned they were confused about the time frame of the story. It is set a few days before the Christmas hols. Most of the students go home for those three weeks, and Draco was one of them. Voldemort wanted Lucius to turn Draco over during the hols so that he could bind him to him. The bonding will take place ONE day before the holidays. Draco and Harry will stay at Hogwarts until school is out; assuming Voldemort is defeated by then. This is their seventh year. Hope that clears things up, and sorry if I confused anybody.
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The rest of the day went by slowly, mostly because of the sexual tension between the two boys. They spent most of the time away from each other, mostly studying. They had already taken their mid-terms, so they were studying for the next semester. It was incredibly boring, so they were extremely grateful when it was time to go to bed.

Then they were presented with a problem. They had to get in the bed together with all the sexual tension running through them.

Draco sighed in exasperation after they had stared at each other awkwardly for several moments.

“Look Harry, this bed is enormous. I think we can control ourselves enough to go to sleep. And we just have to remind ourselves that if we shag, then I will die, along with my mum and father. I think that will be incentive enough to keep our hands to ourselves, so let’s just go to bed, alright?”

“Good idea. Shag Draco and death will come. I think that will work.”

“Your nutters, you know that Potter?” Said Draco, laughing.

“Yep!” he replied, laughing also.

With the tension died down, they climbed into bed, taking care to stay as far away from the other as possible.

“Good-night Draco,” said a suddenly sleep Harry.

“Night Harry. See you in the morning.”
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Harry awoke the next morning warm and comfortable, curled up in a pair of strong arms. He snuggled down some more, not ready to wake up yet, when he realized that he should not be in someone’s arms.

He jerked fully awake and scrambled out of bed, waking Draco in the process.

“What’s the matter Harry?” mumbled a sleep Draco.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that I somehow managed to cuddle up with you during the night.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me. I woke up just now, and I was curled up in your arms.”

“Well, we didn’t do anything, so I guess that there was no harm in it.”

“I think it would be better if I sleep on the couch tonight, just in case. I don’t want to risk it.”

“Fine, do what you want, but I think you are over reacting. It’s not like we were making out or anything. We were asleep, for Merlin’s sake!” said Draco, heading to the bathroom.

“Maybe I am, but there is an old muggles saying: ‘Better to be safe than sorry.’ I think we should take that advice.”

“What ever. I’m going to take a shower. Maybe I should spell the door locked so you don’t come in and molest me. Better to be safe than sorry,” sneered Draco, before slamming the bathroom door shut.

“You don’t have to get all sensitive about it,” muttered Harry, before going to the common room to see if breakfast was ready.

Meanwhile, Draco was currently in the shower trying unsuccessfully to not get hard at the memory of holding Harry in his arms. He had actually been awake for awhile, enjoying the warmth coming off Harry in waves. He felt safe curled up with him, and didn’t want it to end. Of course Harry, with his Gryffindor honor, had to wake up and ruin it.

“Oh screw it!” he muttered to himself, and brought his hand down to his engorged cock and started stroking himself slowly.

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While Draco was in the shower, Harry ate his breakfast without him, not wanting to spend anymore time than he had to with him. When Draco emerged looking refreshed, he got up wordlessly and went to take his own shower. He missed the hurt look Draco shot him when he walked by without saying anything.

Draco was too distressed to eat, so he went to his desk and took out a potions book and started reading it to take his mind off of Harry.

In the shower, Harry was being faced with the same problem Draco had, he was impossibly hard. Unlike Draco however, he refused to indulge. So, he turned off the hot water and stood underneath the icy spray until his ‘little problem’ went away. So, by the time he got out of the shower, he was decidedly cranky. And that’s the excuse he used when he exploded up at Draco for not eating any breakfast.

“Why didn’t you eat any breakfast Draco?” he demanded.

“I’m not hungry.”

“SO? You heard what your mum said. We need all the energy we can store, so get back over here and eat your breakfast!”

“No. I’m not hungry. I don’t eat when I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care if you’re not hungry! You are going to get over here and eat this breakfast, and your going to do it now!” by this time Harry was shouting at Draco, who was looking at him like he had grown to heads, and he was starting to get angry too.

“Don’t you dare presume to tell me what to do Harry Potter! Just because you are supposed to be dominant after the ritual does not mean that you are going to boss me around like some little demure housewife! I will not live my life like that, and if this is the way you are going to treat me, then tell me now, because it is not too late to call off the bonding!”

As quickly as it had shown up, Harry’s anger drained away at Draco’s words. He had the grace to look ashamed at his words and muttering a word of apology, he retreated to the bedroom and locked the door.

That did not keep Draco out, however. He happened to be adept at locking charms, and the feeble one Harry threw up was nothing compared to the ones he could disable.

“Do you actually think such a pathetic little apology as that is going to satisfy me, especially after the way you just yelled at me back there?”

“I’m so sorry Draco. I don’t know what came over me. I just seen you hadn’t eaten, and I blew up. I don’t know why.”

“That’s bull shit and you know it! You were acting funny the minute you woke up this morning, not to mention the way you blew by me to take your shower this morning. You didn’t even acknowledge me, or wait to have breakfast with me like we usually do. Now, WHAT is the matter with you?”

Harry hung his head and muttered something intelligible.

“What? I didn’t understand you Harry.”

“I said, I’m hard as a rock and extremely frustrated. I took a cold shower, but the minute I saw you, it came back. Happy now?”

Draco looked at him for a moment before realizing that he was telling the truth, and burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny Draco! I can’t believe that you’re laughing at me! You are such an arse, you know that?”

“I’m sorry Harry, but you are too much! Maybe if you had wanked this morning like I did, you wouldn’t be having this problem. You are such a Gryffindor!”

Harry tried glaring at him, but in the face of such laughter, and truth, he couldn’t help it and started laughing with Draco. This is how Snape, Dumbledore and the Malfoy’s found them a few minutes later.

“What is so funny dear?” asked Narcissa.

Startled, Draco and Harry whipped around to see the group staring at them bemusedly.

“Nothing mum. Just having a good laugh is all. What are you all doing here?”

“We just came to check up on you, and I have a feeling you have a few questions for me,” replied Dumbledore. The Headmaster had a twinkle in his eye, and a smile on his face that suggested he knew what was going on with the two boys.

“And it looks like one of you didn’t eat their breakfast, and I have a feeling that it is my Draco who is the culprit,” added Narcissa.

The guilty look Draco sported, and the smug one Harry shot him confirmed her suspicions.

“Well, what are you waiting for Draco? Go eat your breakfast!” she demanded.

“Yes mum.”

“Just for the record, Narcissa, I tried to get him to eat. He refused,” tattle Harry.

“What are you, five?” asked a petulant Draco. It was bad enough that he was scolded in front of everybody, not he was being TATTLED on like he was still a child. It was just too much.

“I’m young at heart, what can I say.”

Draco leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear:

“I don’t think you were young at heart last night.”

The statement caused Harry to blush a vibrant red and Draco felt much better. He sat down and ate his breakfast under the watchful eye of his mother, then they all sat back and relaxed. Draco, Harry and Narcissa were on the couch, while Lucius and Snape took the chairs. Dumbledore conjured a big purple armchair, with black polka dots. Harry rolled his eyes when the Headmaster settled back in the garish chair with a sigh.

“Now my boys, how are you doing today?” asked the Headmaster.

“Harry is sexually frustrated,” stated Draco.

“Draco! You arse! Why did you say that?”

“Because you are,” he answered, with no remorse.

“Well, the only reason Draco isn’t is because he wanked off to fantasies of me this morning. I, on the other hand, have better self control that he does.,” retaliated Harry, who smiled gleefully when Draco blushed to the roots of his platinum hair.

“Would you two kindly refrain from talking of anything of a sexual nature while I am in the room. I would much rather keep my breakfast, and I am feeling decidedly queasy right now.” sneered Snape, who did look a bit peaked.

“Yes boys, I do believe that is way too much information. I believe that the headmaster was asking about your feelings towards the bonding tomorrow night,” drawled Lucius, who looked a bit pained from the conversation. Narcissa, on the other hand, looked happy for some reason. Harry thought maybe it was because the boys seemed attracted to each other, making the bonding a bit more bearable for her son. He hoped that was the reason anyway.

“Oh, were fine. Just anxious to get it over with. I won’t tell you why, since you asked us not to talk about sex,” said a mischievous Draco. He loved seeing everyone so uncomfortable, though the look his mother was currently sporting, was making HIM feel a bit uncomfortable, so he decided to behave for now.

“Well, that’s good then. What questions do you have for me?” replied the Headmaster.

“Well sir, Draco had plans to apprentice with Professor Snape next year, and I have signed on with the Chudley Cannons. We obviously can’t do both. I offered to get leave the Cannons so that Draco could keep his apprenticeship, but he won’t let me. He says that he can do it next year. The reason I was offering is that I only signed with the Cannons for lack of something else to do, while Draco REALLY wants to apprentice with Professor Snape. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I will NOT have Potter hanging around my classroom for an entire year! While I was looking forward to having Draco apprentice with me next year, I will not allow it!” sneered Snape.

Draco looked heartbroken at his words and Harry wanted to hit Snape really hard at that moment.

“Show a little tact Professor! Draco does have feelings you know,” snapped Harry.

Before Snape could reply, Dumbledore broke in.

“Gentlemen, please. I am sorry boys, but I don’t really have a solution at this moment. I would offer Harry a job as Quidditch Coach, but we don’t know if your bond would allow that much space between you. If it isn’t strong enough, you will have to be in the same room constantly, but if it is strong then you will have to be in the same building, and have physical contact throughout the day. We won’t know until after the bonding. Plus, you have the rest of the school year and the summer to strengthen it. You might be able to stay apart for longer periods of time by then. We just don’t know yet. I suggest planning on going with Harry, Draco, until we know more. If the bond isn’t strong enough, you will have to apprentice the next year. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right Professor. I tried telling Harry that it would be best for me to just wait a year, but he went all Gryffindor on me and said he didn’t want me to give up my dream.”

“Oh Harry, that is so sweet of you,” gushed Narcissa, looking at Harry fondly.

“It’s no big deal. I kept telling him that I didn’t really want to play professional Quidditch, but he wouldn’t listen to me.” Harry was embarrassed by all the attention he was getting for just trying to do the right thing. He wished they would move on to another topic. He got his wish when Draco spoke up.

“I realized last night that you two never said what you were going to do after Harry and I bond. Obviously you can’t go back to the manor. That is the first place Voldemort will look for you. What are you going to do?”

“We are going to be staying at one of our vacation houses. We have a few that nobody knows about. They are un-plottable and have many wards around them. We have money stashed away so we have plenty to live on.”

“You two really thought this through, didn’t you?” asked Harry.

“Actually, we had these houses set up in case the Dark Lord fell and we needed to get away. He doesn’t know about them because I didn’t want to anger him by not have complete faith in him. These houses are an escape plan from YOU,” answered a sheepish Lucius Malfoy.

To everyone’s surprise, Dumbledore started laughing.

“Lucius, dear boy, I expected nothing less from you. Malfoy’s always look after themselves. You always were a resourceful one. And smart too. Voldemort would have made you pay dearly if he knew you had a plan of escape if he fell. I expect that many of his ‘devoted’ followers have similar plans,” said Dumbledore.

“I’m sure they do,” replied Lucius.

“Well boys, if you don’t have any more questions, I think we will leave you two alone now. Don’t forget to stay rested. Use minimal magic and eat plenty of food. We will come to get you around nine o’clock tomorrow night, so be ready. You should both take showers and clean yourself thoroughly, EVERYWHERE. And remember, no intercourse until the bonding ritual.”

Narcissa hugged both Draco and Harry tightly and gave them a peck on the cheek before following the others out of the room. Harry noticed Dumbledore performing a disillusionment spell on the Malfoy’s before they ventured out into the hall, so that word wouldn’t get out that they were roaming the halls with Dumbledore.

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The day of the bonding was here. Harry and Draco had spent the day before trying to avoid touching each other. They had broken down and got in an intense snogging session before they came to their senses and broke apart, but only once. They played chess, and Draco gave Harry several pointers. He was nowhere near able to beat Draco, but he was giving him a bit more of a challenge, which made Draco happy.

Both of them had taken several showers (separately, of course), more to relieve sexual tension than because they were dirty.

It was about 7:30 p.m. and they were both done with their showers and were spic and span all over, ready for the ritual. At a loss for what to do, they were just sitting quietly, waiting for 9 o’clock to roll around, when a knock on the door made them jump. Harry got up and saw that it was Ron and Hermione. He let them in and Hermione have him a big hug.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asked.

“Professor Dumbledore told us that you might need a distraction. We came to keep you company, and help you keep your minds off what is coming,” replied Hermione.

“Well, come on in you two,” said Draco, relieved for the distraction, even if it did come in the form of Weasley and Granger.

“I got a game from Dean. It’s a muggle game, but he said it takes a long time to play, and more than one person can play it. It’s called Monopoly.” said Ron.

“Dean knows?” asked Harry.
“No. I just told him I needed help finding something to pass some time. He game me this. Nobody knows. They think your in the hospital wing with the some muggle illness that won’t respond to Wizarding Medicines. Do you want to play?”

“Sure. Draco, do you want to play monopoly?” asked Harry.

“A muggle game? What does it do?” he asked skeptically.

Harry and Hermione explained how to play the game to Draco, and he thought it sounded interesting, especially since it was about money.

“I know all about money! And shopping! This game sounds fun!”

So they set about playing monopoly. Hermione was the little dog, Ron was the shoe, Harry was the race car, and Draco was the top hat.

Draco was a natural at Monopoly, and Harry was ready to throw in the towel, when a knock sounded at the door. He looked at the clock and realized that it was 9 o’clock. Dumbledore had arrived. It was time to get ready for the bonding.

A/n. I know, I know, you all hate me for leaving it like this, but I just couldn’t fit it in this chappie. I promise, I will have our favorite boys shagging in the next chappie. Please don’t kill me. *cowering on the floor with hands over head so I don’t get too brain damaged from flying objects*