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“Good.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Again, not like that, Ron. Draco’s Veriae side…well you could almost think of it as a feminine side really, it needs the protection of its soul-mate when Draco is vulnerable. Now, when Draco’s awake and aware of his surroundings, I doubt he’s ‘vulnerable’ but when he’s asleep…well everyone’s vulnerable when they’re sleeping. So his Veriae side will need Harry in close proximity. Maybe not in the same bed but in the same room.”

“Oh.” Ron looked relieved. “But what if Harry doesn’t want to or something?”

Thanks for acting as if I’m not here, Harry thought before answering out loud. “If the bond between myself and…Malfoy (Harry was unsure if he should start trying to call Malfoy “Draco” now, but decided against it.) starts to disintegrate, as in if we aren’t around each other when the Veriae side needs us to be around each other—”

“It takes its toll on the body,” Hermione finished. “So basically, if Harry doubles over in pain we’ll know to get him to Malfoy.”

Ron nodded slowly, his face a few shades lighter than it was previously.

“And this includes having other bed partners.”

“Wait a minute! So if I want to have sex I have to do so with Potter and only Potter?” Draco glared at the nearest offending inanimate object, which happened to be one of his bedposts as his father nodded the affirmative. “Well that’s a pain.”

Lucius internally groaned. And here he thought he was done talking to Draco about these types of matters.

“Harry, I am so glad I’m not you right now,” Ron muttered and Harry personally agreed with him. Harry would be glad not to be Harry at this moment in time. And yet, there were those feelings again…those weird impulses that didn’t really seem to mind some of these prospects that the logical part of him should have been condemning. Strange.

After a few minutes of silence between father and son, Lucius spoke. “You had better get up. The sooner you get this situation fixed between the two of you, the sooner you will be able to relax.”

“Relax?” Draco all but yelped. How in the name of all things magical was he supposed to relax? He was going to be completely bonded to Potter of all people before the day was out. And while his Veriae side didn’t mind it in the least, the last part of Draco Malfoy as the world saw him had major issues with it.

“I believe you heard me correctly. Remember, if you handle this correctly, you can force your own contact with Potter to a minimum…” The elder Malfoy stood and walked towards the door to the room. “…if you choose to.” And he left as Draco started and glared at the door which closed behind his father silently.

Presumably, his father was going to find someone to find Potter or maybe even find Potter himself…but what was his father talking about with those last words? Draco shook himself slightly and started the process of getting out of his warm bed and moving towards the shower. There was no way he was going to see anyone if he hadn’t showered in three days.

Chapter 10: Awkward Beginnings

Now, over Harry’s years of existence, he had been in some very odd and, in some ways, disconcerting, situations. Let’s start with First Year, shall we? All the people looking in shock at him when his name was called to be sorted; Snape asking him those questions at his first ever Potions class (yes, that wasn’t the easiest of moments); seeing that the back of one of his teachers’ head was in fact just the start of another head (that was definitely a mental image that he could live to a ripe old age without having, thank you very much!)…Then in Second Year…oh, start with the Whomping Willow problem; and then that meeting with Filch where both he and Ron thought they were going to be expelled; watching his arm bend back upon itself when a teacher had taken all of his bones away; all of Dobby’s meetings/warnings; yup, no loss of strange situations in Second Year, and this time he didn’t even include Voldemort in that list. Then Third Year rolled around and you had the dementor problems; and shall we say, animagi and other magical creature problems; the time turner bit; yes, that about sums it up nicely. Fourth Year brought the annoying bit about being picked for the Tri-Wizard tournament without entering; Rita Skeeter’s issues (and we’ll leave it at that) ; finding out that what should have been a show of good sportsmanship actually turned out to be a very nice way to kill innocent victims…Harry still hadn’t gotten over that one. And then, last but not least, Fifth Year. And Harry’s frazzled mind wasn’t going to even start on that year.

But waiting outside a very large portrait of Medusa for the inhabitant inside the room to finally open the bloody door, was not a situation that he had encountered before; certainly not waiting for Draco Malfoy to open the door to his room so that they could kiss. Nope, never been in this situation before…Harry wondered if this fell in the “strange” category or the “slightly disturbing” category, and then vaguely wondered if he should create a new category of “reasons why I will need to see a shrink when I get older”…hmmm, no too many words…how about “slightly disturbing”? Yes, that worked really nicely.