“i don’t think i have muh of a hoie,” harry muttered as hermione nodded knowingly.
“i do,” ron spoke. “why doesn’t harry have a hoie?”
“well ron,” hermione spoke. “harry, by stopping drao’s veriae side from killing him io appease his soul mate—”
“wait a mi?”
“that’s why the veriae will ommit suiide,” harry muttered, staring at the floor. “i thinks that killing itself will make the mate happy if the mate hates it so muh that he/she won’t bond with him/her.”
“weird,” ron muttered.
“yes, anyway, now that harry has…well…shall we say, ommitted himself to the veriae side of drao malfoy, he’ll o omplete the bond.”
“or…?”
“drao will do it for him,” hermione finished and harry wined.
“what?”
“remember how vee treat their mates, ron?” hermioering ron. “well, veriae are not vee in any gei way, but their o omplete the bond now that the soul mate, in this instane harry, has ommitted himself will start to look very simir if harry doeshe bond himself.”
“s to…mate…with malfoy?” ron ouldhe slight disgust out of his voie aime harry found himself wining.
“, ron.” he spoke and ron heaved a sigh of relief.
“that’s right. harry’s only got to kiss him.”
“pot to kiss me?” drao half shouted as the elder malfoy finished expining how his son would omplete the bond otter.
“drao!” luius’s own voie rose in v the younger malfoy that shoutiop of one’s lu was an u uing of a malfoy.
rohe kind of kiss are we talking about hermione?”
harry also frowhought of that.
“the book doesn’t say, but i’m guessing it’s just a regur kiss.”
&ht?” drao asked worriedly. luius’s eyes looked to the eiling in a “why me” gesture of annoyane before he shook his head ie no. drao heaved a sigh of relief.
“may i ohen?” luius asked pointedly and drao fought de to yelp.
“there’s more?”
“of ourse, what did you think? one kiss and you her again?”
“i’d rather hoped that…”
“do, drao.”
“i’m sorry father.”
“ahat’s it?”
“no,” harry spoke, his voie void of emotion. this art where those funny and unexpinable feelings of his started ating up.
“well, ron, they’re bonded.”
“a exatly?”
&hey’ll have to share the same bedroom.”
“what?”
“what?”
luius rolled his eyes in his first unmalfoyish gesture ily fifteen minutes. “do i really myself, drao?”
“no father.”