Former Animosity

5. Chambers

3rd Person POV:

Harry's eyebrows raised.

"So what does it mean? How are you the only one who knows? Clearly not in this situation then."

Harry snapped, being suspicious of Dumbledore.

"Yes, I am- well, I was the only one who knew. I had to create that spell in a war, Harry. I'm not sure who else could've known. I have not yet told and officiate the spell in the wizarding world."

He stopped and Harry was still tense. If Dumbledore was the only one who knew the spell then... Draco could sense Harry's tenseness and got uncomfortable because of his nervy body against his.

"Potter, stop making your body awkwardly stiff. It's pulling my closer to you."

Draco whispered to him and Harry returned back to reality. Harry then unstiffened his body, sneering at Draco.

"Don't bitch about it Malfoy."

It was now Harry's turn to glare at Draco. He was being awfully annoying. Draco frowned and his eyes glide through Harry's. While they were in their own world, Dumbledore softly said.

"Alright, I'll do it now, but it'll take a minute. Be ready."

He said, not looking at them, but closing his eyes and focusing on undoing the ropes.

Hearing Harry snap earlier made Draco unusually amused. His anger made it so much fun. Draco enjoyed it a little bit too much. He smirks in glee after knowing what's got him in a twist.

"What's got you so worked up Potter? Nervous to be married ? Or are you nervous about the first night?"

Draco's smirk grew and pulled Harry closer by pulling his lower back. Chest to chest, body to body. Harry didn't push him, but neither is he accepting the embrace. Instead, he looked at Draco in the eye, their faces close once more. He looked at him with a livid expressing.

It felt like Harry's eyes were piercing right through Draco's. The rope untied them from each other. Quickly, Harry grabbed Draco's jaw, with his wand under Malfoys chin. Now one of Harry's hands were fixed on Draco's jaw tightly, and his other right under his chin.

"Do you really think for a second I would touch you? And we're not bloody married! I would rather kill myself with my own wand then touching you. You're starting to be delusional."

Harry spat at him, looking at him with utter disgust. Dumbledore broke the fight up.

"Settle down boys. I do not tolerate bickering, let alone violence in this school."

Harry became absolutely out of control.

"What the bloody fuck do you want me to say? 'Oh I would love to touch and have sex with you all the time, Malfoy' Oh, I think bloody not!"

Harry shouted. Draco stood idle.

"Yeah, got nothing to say? I fucking thought so."

Harry said, provoking them.

"Mr. Potter! Watch your language. I will discuss this matter with Severus, until then, control your anger."

He said. Harry pouts, but anger was still bubbling within him. Draco still just stood there, not knowing what to do about Harry's outburst. I guess, in a way he liked it. But his tone was full of hatred he felt a tinge of regret

Both Draco and Harry could see Dumbledore disappearing with a swish of his coat. Snape walked slowly to them, looking a bit dull.

"Albus has told me of his... plan. This curse within you that binds to you together is proved to be impossible to break unless we have the caster. This is still early on the bond so it will escalate by tomorrow. All he can do is provide you a private chamber. Married couples, chambers."

Snape said, everyone in the room winced.

"...Married... couple ?"

Draco said, scrunching his nose. Harry's brows furrowed.

"Isn't this what you want, Malfoy? What, you're too much of a pussy to spend the 'first night' with me?"

Harry turned to Draco with narrowed eyes. Draco looked at his face, but wasn't able to look in his eyes.

"Oh shut it Potter. You knew this was coming. As you said. 'Don't bitch about this'."

Harry was furious of Draco using his own words to twist and make a come back.

"Oh, hell to this!"

Harry turned by his heel and walked away. Just as he was 3 feet away, a loud ringing was abusing his ears and he felt like his soul was getting drained from his body.

"Potter!"

Snape shouted but that wasn't his concern. Harry was on his knees, both his hands on each of his ears to stop it from ringing so loudly. Draco probably felt the same since he can hear him screaming.

Snape quickly went to Harry and grabbed his arms so aggressively Harry was shouting numerous of things to let him go and to stop this suffering. Snape placed Harry's hands onto Draco.

It felt better. And since Harry couldn't care and frankly couldn't see whose hands he was touching, he touched him so hungrily, and finally trapping him in his embrace because it stopped his ears from hearing constant ringing.

Draco accepted it, hugging him back. They were on the ground, hugging each other. It abruptly stopped their pain after a few minutes. After that, Both of the boys let go of each other, neither gently or aggressively.

"Do you see what happens when you walk away, Potter?! Stop being a fool!"

Snape said, almost having a heart attack when he saw both of the boys he was supposed to protect possibly die. Snape took a seat, giving out a sigh. Harry was faced the wall, hugging his knees.

He didn't care how weak he looked because he couldn't care about anything anyone has to say about. He kept thinking about how he could live with this, what he will do, when it was going to stop and if it will ever stop.

Draco got up, patting his his clothes to free of dirt and looked at Harry. He didn't know what to say looking at Harry's current state. He so badly wanted to insult Harry and maybe do a bit more then that. But he just... stood there.

Why does seeing the Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the boy who brings everyone a ray of hope for the wizarding world so hopeless made him feel so bad?

This brings up to the same question with why Draco ran to Harry's 'dead body' when he allegedly died. Fake death of course, but still yet, that feeling was so strong he couldn't stop but ran after his body.

His questions that include Harry in it never had an answer and he always wonder why he couldn't answer it himself.