Joined (A Drarry Fic Not Written By Me)

Part 1: Chapter 2

That night, the boys looked at the bed together, repulsed by the fact that they had to sleep together. "How're we supposed to get dressed?" Harry said.
Draco gave a long, drawn out sigh. "I don't like this. We'll have to be touching each other somehow. Maybe... I can put my foot on yours when we get shirts on and hands together for pants?"
"Alright."
"No, it's not."
The two boys silently got dressed for bed, turned away from each other.
"Should we maybe tie our hands together when we sleep so that we don't accidentally lose connection?" Harry suggested.
"No! That would bloody hurt. Besides, I don't think we'll let go if we have the subconscience thought of excruciating pain otherwise."
Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself."
They awkwardly climbed into bed and the lighting in the room automatically dimmed.
"Goodnight," Harry said.
Malfoy just grunted.
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"AAHHHHHGGGG!" Two shrieks of pain were heard at one twenty two-ish in the morning. Harry and Draco immediately grasped for each other in the dark until the pain began to subside.
"Where are you? There you are... Is this even your hand? I don't remember it being this big..."
"That's my waist, Potter."
"Oh... where's your hand?"
"Where's YOUR hand?"
Harry found his wand and whispered, "Lumos."
A ball of light appeared at the tip of his wand and he took Draco's hand.
"Thanks a lot for calling my waist big, by the way," Draco said.
"Well... sorry, I meant it was big for a hand..."
Now that the two were awake, it was hard to go back to sleep. They simply lay there, after Harry had tied their hands together(uselessly, because they never ended up going back to sleep). By the time it was morning and time to get up for school, they were both very tired. They dazedly got dressed and went down to the Great Hall together. Harry hadn't gotten a chance to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened yet, so he dragged Draco with him to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry! Where have you been---"
They both stared at Draco, then at Harry, then at their joined hands. "Er... Harry," said Ron. "You realize you're holding hands with--- with Draco Malfoy, don't you?"
"Yes," Harry said. Malfoy and I have this bond---"
"Don't call it that," Draco interrupted.
"Right," said Harry. "We have this... inconvenience where we have to touch each other or we both feel a lot of pain. So we're---"
"---Stuck together for the rest of our lives,"
Draco entered grumpily.
"Oh... wow," Hermione said. "I think I've read about those somewhere..."
"I'm sure you have," Ron dismissed. "Harry, how do you do anything with HIM around?"
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, we've figured most of it out."
"How do you sleep? How do you use the loo?"
"Aren't you curious," Draco drawled. "Or is it just being nosy?"
Harry ignored him. "We just put our arms over the stalls, and we have to tie our hands when we sleep. Did you hear that screaming in the middle of the night? That was us making the mistake to not secure our hands. Because HE didn't want to," he jerked his head towards Draco.
"Well how should I have known what would happen?" Draco said defensively.
"You should've used common sense," Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes. Later, when they were almost finished eating, Harry's head finally drooped onto Draco's shoulder as he drifted off to sleep. "Get OFF of me, Potter!" Draco spat, shoving him away.
"I'm tired!" Harry said. "Because thanks to you, we hardly got any sleep last night!"
"I didn't think we would let go!"
"Cut it out you two!" Ron said. "You guys are almost as bad as Hermione and me."
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Over the next few days, Harry and Draco bickered just as much as they had before they were joined together, but that did not stop the school from coming up with the most outrageous rumours. One little first year girl came up to them and shyly asked if they were dating. Draco's reaction made her scurry off very quickly. Harry gave him a look. "You don't have to be so mean to other people about it," he said. "Just because we hate each other doesn't mean we have to show it."
"It does too!" Draco said. "I don't want people running away with the idea that WE are DATING."
As soon as he said the words, Peeves the Poltergeist came soaring down the hallway, singing.
"It's Potty and Drake Drake holding hands, oh yes,
Some say they can't help it, but Peevsie knows best,
He knows they're in love, and Peevsie can't rest---"
"SHUT UP!" Draco and Harry yelled together.
Peeves sped off cackling, now singing about Potroast and Malfat sitting in a tree.
"You see what I mean?!" Draco said furiously.
"Well, you can't expect Peeves to change," Harry said wearily.
"We're sitting at the Slytherin table for supper today, Potroa--- I mean Potter."
"Fine."
They trudged to the Great Hall and sat at the Slytherin table with Draco friends. "---and so I have to be stuck with him forever," he finished.
Pansy Parkinson had her mouth open. "Poor Drakie!" She cried.
"Pansy, don't call me that, please," Draco said through gritted teeth.
"You should hear the nicknames my aunt gives my cousin Dudley," Harry said thoughtfully.
Draco continued to talk to his friends like Harry had with Ron and Hermione. Harry supposed it was only fair. Except Malfoy's friends kept teasing him about Harry, which made Harry feel a little guilty. "I can't believe you, Malfoy," Blaise Zabini was saying. "Actually dating Harry Potter? What a blood traito---"
"Shut up, Blaise!" Draco said angrily. "I am NOT dating Potter!"
Harry was silent.
"I told you, we have this thing where we get hurt if we don't touch each other! I can even prove it if you'd like."
"Don't, Malfoy---" Harry began, but Draco let go of his hand and they both collapsed onto the table with agonizing pain before finally grabbing hold of each other again.
"Good acting," Blaise said.
Draco gave a loud, frustrated groan.
After dinner, when the two boys were heading back to their room, Harry started yelling.
"That was a bloody selfish thing to do!" He said.
"What?"
"Letting go! It hurts me too!"
"Well how else was I going to get them to shut up?"
"Magic, I don't know!" Harry said.
Draco sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine. Sorry."
Harry looked away.
They silently got dressed and went to bed.