Forced Bonding

Forced Bonding

Harry is asked to bond with draco to protect him from Voldemort. Is he up to the task?

To all my Summer with Draco fans: I know that I should be updating it, but I got this plot bunny the other day and it wouldn’t go away until I started it. But don’t worry, I will update it soon. Please don’t be mad!

Chapter one:

Harry Potter couldn‘t sleep. He tossed and turned in bed for a few hours before he gave up and climbed out of bed. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and marauders map before leaving his dorm room. After checking to make sure that nobody was in the common room, he donned his cloak and went through the portrait. The fat lady was so used to his nighttime wanderings that she didn’t even wake up when the door opened.

Harry tapped the map once with his wand and said the spell to activate it.

“Good. Even Filch is in bed for the night. Wait, what the hell?” he exclaimed.

Sitting the Dumbledore’s office with Dumbledore and Professor Snape was Lucius Malfoy. Harry headed straight for Dumbledore’s office to wait for him to leave. He didn’t have to wait long. About half and hour later the gargoyle opened and Malfoy and Snape appeared. They were in a heated discussion and Harry moved closer so he could hear them.

“I know you hate the boy Severus, but he is Draco’s only chance! I will not have my son serve that monster in that capacity for the rest of his life! His life would be hell. The man is insane, and has been for a long time, and I love my son too much to allow it. I will do anything in my power to keep him from this fate, even if I have to kill Draco. It would be better than the alternative. I will talk to him in the morning and convince him to go with this plan. Hopefully Dumbledore will be able to convince the Potter boy to do it.”

“Honestly Lucius. Potter has such a hero complex, he would jump at the chance to save someone. Though I myself would probably choose the Dark Lord before Potter. An eternity with that insufferable brat seems like Hell to me.”

“You are such an arse Severus. Now, show me to the guest quarters. Not that I will be getting much sleep tonight.”

“I probably wouldn’t be getting any tonight either if I were in your shoes. I don’t envy you my friend, not at all.”


Harry stood and watched them walk towards the Slytherin Dungeons with a look of confusion and shock on his face. Then the look turned into anger.

“What the bloody hell is Dumbledore getting me into this time?” he muttered to himself.

Deciding that he refused to wait till tomorrow to find out, he marched up to the gargoyle. He knew that lately Old Dumble had been trying out muggle sweets as passwords, he started calling out various names.

“Snickers Bars. Hershey Bars. 3 Musketeers. Baby Ruth. Payday. Peanut Butter Cups. Damn it! What is it? Nerds.”

Harry was not surprised that that was the password. The Headmaster was definetly a bit wonky in the head.

He stomped up the office and entered without knocking.

“Hello Harry. I had a feeling you would up here shortly. Nerds?” the headmaster was sitting behind his desk and garish purple robes, holding out a bowl of nerds instead of the customary lemon drops.

“No thank you Headmaster. I just over head Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape having an interesting converstation in the hallway. My name popped up, and like any sane person would, I got nervous hearing from a DEATH EATER! What the bloody hell are you getting me into this time? You know what? I don’t even want to know. I refuse! I don’t care what it is, if Lucius Malfoy is involved, then I refuse! And that is final!”

Dumbledore stood up, and for once, he did not have a twinkle in his eye.

“Mr. Potter. Please sit down, and be quiet. I know you have had a rough go of it lately, but I will not be spoken to like that. I want you to listen to me, and then I expect you to make the right choice. Do I make myself clear?”

Harry looked at him sullenly and nodded his head yes.

“Good. Now, Mr. Malfoy came to me this morning for help. Now, since I am not in the habit if turning away someone in need, I agreed to at least listen to his plight. It would seem that young Mr. Malfoy has caught the attention of the Dark Lord. It seems that Tom has been quite taken by Draco’s looks and has ordered Lucius to turn him over during the Christmas Holidays. He wants to make him is catamite, a sexual slave with absolutely no rights. He plans to bind him to him forever. He would not die, he would not age. He would only die if Voldemort himself died. It would be a very horrible existence. And like any good father, Mr. Malfoy is trying to find a way around it. After much research, we found that the only way Voldemort can not get his hands on him is if we bind him to another person. A powerful person. We found a spell similar to the one he was going to use, but it let the person being bound to retain his own will, and they would age at the same rate at the person binding them. It is more of a marriage ritual than anything. Harry, you are the only one that would be powerful enough to protect him. I know that both of you are homosexual, so you have a chance to learn to care for each other, and maybe even be happy with-”

“Wait! How do you know my sexual preference? I haven’t even come out yet. You have been reading my mind again havn’t you? And be happy with Malfoy? Are you nutters? We hate each other. I have trouble believing that he would go along with this either. And how do you know this isn‘t a trick. Maybe they plan on having Draco kill me in my sleep after we‘ve bonded!” Harry burst out, furious.

“Harry, let me finish. When Lucius came to us, he pledged his allegiance to our cause if we would help his son, but only if we help him. He is prepared to give us all the information we need to kill Voldemort. Locations he frequents, his weaknesses, information on the other Death Eaters, how to get past all their defenses. Everything! But if we won’t help him, he is planning on killing Draco before Voldemort gets his hands on him.”

Harry sat and absorbed all this information. Dumbledore played the right card when he mentioned destroying Voldemort for good, and he knew it.

‘Could I do this? Could I live the rest of my life with Draco Malfoy? Gods, I don’t think I can. And would Draco really want to live HIS life with me?’
Harry thought.

“Harry, you don’t have to give your answer right away. We do need it by Friday. That gives you 3 days to come to a decision. You and Draco will be have a room to stay in for those three days. I want you to stay in there with each other, getting to know each other and come to a decision. No one will be allowed in. Your meals will be brought to you, but other than that, you will have only each others company. If you decide to not do it, I am afraid that Draco’s life will be forfeit.”

Harry hated Dumbledore in that instant. He had not liked him since fifth year, but he never hated him until now. He just shamelessly played Harry’s guilt trip. He knew that Harry never forgave himself for Cedric and Sirus’ deaths. He knew that Harry did not want someone else’s death on his shoulders. And that is what would happen. If Harry did not bond with Draco, then he would die. Either a mortal death at his father’s hands, or a death of his mind and soul at Voldemort’s.


“When are we going to be locked up in this room?” He asked.

“After breakfast. Mr. Malfoy is going to talk to Draco first think this morning.”

“Fine. But just so you know, I am only promising to think about it and talk to Malfoy. I am not promising to bond with him. This is all you get for now. “

“I understand. Meet back here directly after breakfast. That should give you time to get some sleep.”

Harry got up and slowly returned to his room. As he lay on his bed he snorted and thought: “Like I can get any sleep right now.”

But he did. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.



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