Chapter 10
It had only been mere seconds since their lips had touched and already Harry was trying to refrain from doing something he’d regret later. Draco was still in shock from what had just occurred with his mouth hanging open from behind his hand.
It was more than arousing.
He noticed the change in Draco’s eyes first. They were frozen and suddenly they weren’t before he reached out and gently touched Harry’s cheek. The same feeling sparked through their systems, causing them both to gasp. Draco snatched his hand away and sat thinking for a moment. He turned back to Harry with what looked to be a forced grimace before touching him again and Harry waited with bated breath to feel-
-absolutely nothing. He blinked in confusion and somehow managed to open his mouth.
“What the bloody fuck was all that about just now?” Draco giggled-a sound that Harry could get used to hearing-before outright laughing.
“Draco, what’s so funny? Why-why are you laughing?” Harry couldn’t help it, he started to laugh as well. The situation was absurd. Leave it to Harry Potter to find the most insane ways of always having to have things happen to him; even in the middle of nowhere with only one person to keep him company.
“I-I’m sorry. This is just…this is insane. It can’t be.” Draco’s face went from boisterous to slightly panicked faster than blinking. “It simply can’t be.”
“What can’t be? I’ve half a mind to get down on my knees and start begging, I’m completely in the dark here.” Draco simply went to his trunk full of books and pulled one out before handing it off to Harry.
“Just read this, I can’t deal with this all right now. I need…I need to go to sleep or something. I don’t know. I need to shut my mind off for an hour or two at least.” With that, Draco turned and retreated back to his bed. Harry didn’t sense any distress from him, so he let it be. Sometimes he felt like that too, so he left Draco to it before opening the book he’d been handed.
It was a rather thin book on soul magic, something that Harry was finding himself actually interested in. There was a brief section on horcruxes-that he vehemently flipped past-a chapter on creatures souls reaching out to one another in the form of mates, and then Harry came across a rather interesting passage.
Spontaneous soul bonds are among the most rare and precious bonds there can be. It is believed that when two souls come together and are intimately compatible, they begin to yearn for one another. The few who have experienced this phenomenon describe it as sudden sparks of magic flaring from their bodies towards their skin as if their very magic is celebrating the two coming together in a romantic sense.
No sparks are felt when touches are platonically given or when romantic thoughts are not a part of the equation, which aids in everyday activities. Thus far in history, only six or seven pairs of spontaneous soul bonds are recorded per decade. These numbers have been relatively stable since the initial recordings of the phenomenon.
There is no known way to break this bond; however, both parties are able to walk their separate ways with seemingly no consequences. However, in instances where one party suddenly disappears or dies, the other withers away slowly. In these cases, it’s been found that their soul is yearning for their bonded and withers away in sorrow. In these instances, the medical term for this is ‘heartbreak syndrome’.
While not much is known about the spontaneous soul bond, Unspeakables have narrowed down a few key factors: both parties must have an attraction to the other that goes beyond the flesh, both parties must respect each other, both parties’ souls must be compatible and both parties’ magic must be compatible. They are unable to provide more information than this, as everything else is purely speculation on their part.
There are no known cases of spontaneous soul bonds dissolving.
Wizardkind have been studying for years trying to replicate the bond via rituals for marriage, but none have come close. Many rituals and marriage bonds have been vastly improved for arranged marriages due to the increase in research; however, none will ever truly mimic the true magic that is a spontaneous soul bond.
Harry shut the book and looked up to find Draco fidgeting with the strings to the sweat pants he was wearing. He patted the couch next to him and Draco sat down.
“You must hate me now.”
“I do not. Listen, I don’t know much about magic and how it works-or souls, for that matter-but I do know that things happen without any apparent reason all the time. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I can’t make that clear enough.”
“But what if I do want that?”
“What?” Harry had been expecting Draco to want to have his own freedoms and not to want anything to do with him romantically, but apparently he was wrong.
“I said what if I do want that? What if I want to see where this can go?”
“Draco if it’s just because we’re stuck here and you’re lonely-”
“No, that’s not it at all! You’ve shown me what it’s like to be respected no matter my interests or tastes or wants, that’s something no one else has ever done in my life. And you don’t seem to care about my appearances, only about my opinions and who I am as a person. That’s the kind of person I want to be with-not someone who only wants my body. As much as people respect me for my job, they won’t respect me in a relationship.”
“So you want to give us a go?”
Draco licked his lips before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”
“Well then,” Harry lifted Draco’s chin with his finger and smiled when he felt the sparks of magic start to spread across his skin. “Let’s give it a go.” Their lips pressed against each other making both of them moan when their magic spread.
While their lips were occupied, Draco moved to straddle Harry and put his hands on Harry’s chest. He practically growled when he felt the beginning tingles, even though Draco’s hands were touching his shirt and not bare skin yet.
He practically came at the fleeting idea of what it would feel like to have him touch his cock.
He buried that thought down deep in his mind in order to focus on the delightful things Draco’s mouth was doing and instead decided to rest his hands on Draco’s hips. The blond groaned and arched his back when Harry’s fingers trailed up under his shirt ever so slightly.
It didn’t take long before they were both spent, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and panting.
Draco was the first one to move.
“Come on, let’s take a shower.” Harry couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth.
“Wha-after that? I don’t think I can move yet. You’ll be the death of me if we get naked in the shower together.” Draco smirked.
“Literally impossible, but I’m going to shower.” And with that Draco walked away swaying his hips in a most tantalising sort of way that made Harry incapable of watching him saunter off without him.
So much for not taking a shower with him, he thought.