História Joined - Chapter 2

That night, the boys looked at the bed together, repulsed by the fact that they had to sleep together. "How're we supposed to get dressed?" Harry said.
Draco gave a long, drawn out sigh. "I don't like this. We'll have to be touching each other somehow. Maybe... I can put my foot on yours when we get shirts on and hands together for pants?"
"Alright."
"No, it's not."
The two boys silently got dressed for bed, turned away from each other.
"Should we maybe tie our hands together when we sleep so that we don't accedentally lose connection?" Harry suggested.
"No! That would bloody hurt. Besides, I don't think we'll let go if we have the subconscience thought of excruciating pain otherwise."
Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself."
They awkwardly climbed into bed and the lighting in the room automatically dimmed.
"Goodnight," Harry said.
Malfoy just grunted.
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"AAHHHHHGGGG!" Two shrieks of pain were heard at one in the morning. Harry and Draco immediately grasped for each other in the dark until the pain began to subside.
"Where are you? There you are... I don't remember your hand being this big..."
"That's my waist, Potter."
"Oh... where's your hand?"
"Where's YOUR hand?"
Harry found his wand and whispered, "Lumos."
A ball of light appeared at the tip of his wand and he took Draco's hand.
"I appreciate you calling my waist big, by the way," Draco said.
"Well... sorry, I meant it was big for a hand..."
Now that the two were awake, it was hard to go back to sleep. They simply lay there, after Harry had tied their hands together(uselessly, because they never ended up going back to sleep). By the time it was morning and time to get up for school, they were both very tired. They dazedly got dressed and went down to the Great Hall together. Harry hadn't gotten a chance to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened yet, so he dragged Draco with him to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry! Where have you been-"
They both stared at Draco, then at Harry, then at their joined hands. "Er... Harry," said Ron. "You realize you're holding hands with... Draco Malfoy, don't you?"
"Yes," Harry said. Malfoy and I have this bond-"
"Don't call it that," Draco interrupted.
"Right," said Harry. "We have this THING where we have to touch each other or we both feel a lot of pain. So we're-"
"-Stuck together for the rest of our lives,"
Draco entered grumpily.
"Oh... wow," Hermione said. "I think I've read about those somewhere..."
"I'm sure you have," Ron dismissed. "Harry, how do you do anything with HIM around?"
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, we've figured most of it out."
"How do you sleep? How do you go to the loo?"
"Well aren't you curious," Draco said. "Or is it nosy."
Harry ignored him. "We just put our arms over the stalls, and we have to tie our hands when we sleep. Did you hear that screaming in the middle of the night? That was us making the mistake to not secure our hands. Because HE didn't want to," he jerked his head towards Draco.
"Well how should I have known what would happen?" He said defensively.
"You should've used common sense," Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes. Later, when they were almost finished eating, Harry's head finally drooped onto Draco's shoulder as he drifted off to sleep. "Get OFF of me, Potter!" Draco spat, shoving him away.
"I'm tired!" Harry said. "Because we woke up screaming because YOU wouldn't let us tie out hands together!"
"It would've hurt! And I didn't think we would let go!"
"Cut it out you two!" Ron said. "You guys are almost as bad as Hermione and me."