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They scheduled the bonding months in advance. A private event, just Harry and Draco and the bonding specialist, the day they return from their honeymoon.
They land in the portkey arrivals and head straight to the Bonding Division, still dressed for the Greek sun.
Linked hands, a spell, a ribbon of light.
Mind Bonds are delicate. If it doesn’t take…well, they’ll be hard pressed to find someone willing to try again. No one wants to mess with mind magic. The first 24 hours is crucial, when it will either cement, link them together. Or shatter, like glass; one wrong move and it’s in pieces.
It was Draco’s idea to do the bonding after the holiday; as stress-free as they’d ever be and an extra day to be joined at the hand before work. What wasn’t accounted for was the waiting owls. The emergency summons for Unspeakable Malfoy.
Harry feels Draco’s stress levels spike— feels through the bond, which is bizarre and incredible and also worrisome because the bond is fragile.
Harry braces for this new miraculous connection to be extinguished.
Draco looks at the letter, looks at Harry, then shrugs, a strange feeling like mental laughter passing through the bond.
“You may as well come. I doubt I’ll be able to keep it a secret from you much longer now that we’re bonded.”