Flashback
“Harry…I have to…he’ll kill my parents, my family, Harry! That is what’s on the line if I don’t do this!” 16-year-old Draco yelled to his boyfriend, who turned to him sharply.
“Draco! I could protect you! I love you enough to give my life for you! You don’t have to kill anyone! You’ve already nearly killed Ron and Katie.” Harry paused for a moment, and smiled smartly. “Do you have a thing for attempting murder on Gryffindors? Or is all that just a funny little accident?” Harry asked in mock horror, and Draco stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Harry.
“If it makes you feel better, I’d never try to kill you.” Draco smiled and kissed Harry’s neck. “I’d never harm you; never bring anything bad or wicked to my Harry.” Draco bit Harry’s neck playfully and Harry flinched.
“Draco…stop changing the subject…you can’t do this.” Harry said, pulling Draco away, and made Draco look at him.
“I can’t do this? Do you think I want to…Potter?” Draco was at the end of his rope, sure the mood swings were from stress, but he meant every word of it. “I can’t do this? Well, I’m not the one running around with the Weasley girl, am I, Potter?” Draco spat and Harry’s eyes went wide.
“Who…who told you about that?” Harry asked, and right before Draco left to go to the room of requirement, he turned.
“You smell like her Potter.” Draco hissed, his grey eyes sad, but angry, and he left the room.
Harry thought of that night. Draco was his everything, Ginny was a cover, so no one would find out about Draco, and Draco, well, he tried to kill Dumbledore, Harry watched it. Harry was furious, he was taken aback, he was…sad. He couldn’t describe the feelings that rushed through him that night.
Draco was exciting, he was powerful, but, Harry had seen the soft side, he had seen the loveable, cuddling, cute-pet-name-calling Draco that no one had ever seen before. Harry had held Draco in his arms; he had held Draco as he cried over his fears about his mission.
Draco had done the same with Harry. Harry’s nightmares were constant, and the first person he always saw when he awoke, was Draco, concerned and tired. Harry held his head, and thought of why he even wanted to go to the manor a few nights ago.
Harry and Draco had made a pact, a blood bond. Each person cuts the palm of their hand; you put your blood together, say a spell, and from that moment on, you can feel the pain that your blond bonded feels.
It was a spell, usually done by married witches and wizards, or by partnered Aurors, but they decided to take the chance.
Harry had felt sharp pains in his hand. He had felt the sorrow of a child who had just lost both parents, and saw their bodies mercilessly thrown away. Harry knew that Draco had needed help from the beginning, and Harry knew that he was the only one who cared enough to save him.
Sure, it hurt him to know what Draco had done, but inside, Harry knew that none of it was of Draco’s doing, Draco wasn’t the kind of person to kill, and Harry had known that since their first date in their fifth year.
Harry slowly stood up, and headed back to Draco’s room, which in reality was a guest room of Remus’ and Tonks’. He tiptoed back in, and Draco was sitting there in complete shock, looking at his hands, grey eyes sad and shocked.
Harry walked over, and put his hand to Draco’s cheek. Draco turned quickly, and Harry smiled softly. Draco looked almost unforgiving, but Harry kissed his forehead, and Draco seemed to calm down.
“Harry…why did you come then? To the manor? However long it was ago, I’m not really sure of time anymore.” Draco said, and Harry smiled sadly.
“I felt you.” Harry lifted up his hand, to show his small, white scar on his hand, and Draco lifted his own hand to show the same scar. “I could feel pain, and I knew that it had to be from you, who else would it be?”
“The Weaselette.” Draco muttered, and Harry smiled sadly.
“Draco, we never lasted, we broke up soon after you and Snape left.” Harry said, spitting out the last name of his previous potions professor.
“Oh, he’s not that bad, Harry, he just did it to protect me.” Draco reasoned soothingly, trying to calm the raven haired boy down.
“I guess so…” Harry mumbled, and Draco smiled softly.
“Voldemort’s still out there.” Draco whispered, and he shivered at the name, although he spoke it himself.
“Yes, yes he is, but I’m going to kill him, I’m going to make him pay for what he did to you.” Harry said, and kissed Draco’s left hand.