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“Potter, I am immensely displeased,” he practically hissed as he realized who had run into him. “Do you know how much this shirt cost?”

Harry’s eyes didn’t even bother to scan the shirt, the back of which was in shreds. “What is going on?” he managed to force out through his vocal cords.

“Oh, you mean why you’re in pain? Honestly Potter, what were you doing to make the bond kick in like that?” Draco surveyed Harry’s slightly hunched over form.

“Make. It. Stop.” Harry rasped.

Draco rolled his eyes and stepped forward, his hand grudgingly finding its way under Harry’s shirt to the skin just below his bellybutton.

Harry blinked as the pain disappeared. “Glad that’s over,” he muttered.

“Are you?” Draco quipped, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. “I hope you keep that attitude for the next hour and a half.”

“What?”

“We have a newly formed bond, Potter. It will take time for that to be pacified enough to let us leave the other alone. See, I’ll show you.”

And not even bothering to hide his glee, Draco slipped his hand out from underneath Harry’s shirt. Said boy blanched as the slight burning sensation appeared again. He looked at Draco with an expectant look as the other boy hesitated to replace the hand, but he finally did so when Harry, none too nicely, kicked him.

“See what I mean?” Draco drawled.

“Why wasn’t I informed of this?” Harry spoke, his tone accusing.

“Because it’s information that the Veriae knows and others do not.” Was the simple and haughty answer. “Now, Potter, do you think you might be able to start moving back towards my room as I do not relish the idea of my fellow classmates finding us in this position?”

Harry nodded and the two began to walk in measured steps back towards the Medusa portrait.

Once back inside, Draco moved them towards one of the couches in his study (green leather of course). “Start talking, Potter, you’ve got an hour and twenty minutes.”

“Talking about what?” Harry shot back.

“Explain what got you into this situation,” was the answer.

“Well, let me think…nope, I don’t think I know enough about the Malfoy line to answer the question of how Veriae blood got—”

“Not about that, Potter, about this,” Draco moved his hand away from Harry momentarily to accent the point.

Harry sighed slightly and figured that it couldn’t really hurt to explain. “I was in the middle of a DA meeting—”