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The Wand Game	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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October 30 1998

Harry arrived seven minutes before ten o’clock in the Astronomy Tower, but Draco was already there. He was leaning against the railing, looking up at the cloudy sky. There was a bottle and a small wrapped package on the floor next to him. Harry took a moment to admire his form from behind. The tall, lean blond wore dark jeans and a silk navy button down shirt. The night was a bit chilly and Harry had wished he wore long sleeves as Draco had. He’d have to remember to cast a warming charm, once he set up their treats.

“No stars tonight,” Draco said without turning around.

Harry stood awkwardly wondering if he should just unpack the basket he was holding or if he should walk over to the railing to join Draco. He opted to unpack the snack.

Spreading a thick blanket on the floor near the wall, Harry sat down and began taking items out of the basket. The house elves prepared a variety of breads and cheeses and pudding and fruits, including the strawberries Harry asked for last minute. The house elves would have done anything for Harry. And though, normally he wouldn’t take advantage, he was desperate for this evening to go well.

Doubts still invaded Harry’s thoughts as he placed treacle tart, lemon posset and Scottish shortbread down on the blanket. He glanced up at Draco every so often but he hadn’t moved or said anything else. In Harry’s imagination of the worst, Draco was going to tell him it was all a big misunderstanding. Or worse, a trick to make a fool of Harry for anything he’d done to Draco over the years. Or perhaps he’d simply changed his mind and he wasn’t sure how to let Harry down easy.

Harry sighed softly when he was finished his task and waited patiently for Draco to do something--anything.

Finally, Draco bent down to pick up the bottle and package and walked to Harry.

“What’s all this then?”

“I didn’t want to show up empty handed,” Harry replied.

Draco smirked and sat down, across from Harry with the spread between them. It was somewhat dark in the Tower, so Harry peeked into the basket. He didn’t ask for them, but he thought he had seen candles inside. He took out a fat one with two wicks and put it on the stone floor, away from the flammable blanket.

“Incendio.” The candle came to life, illuminating the scene and Draco’s face. Softly revealed by candle light, Draco was a vision. Part angel, part libertine.

“Shall I ask the first question?” Draco put forward.

Harry liked this game. It kept the conversation moving and no subject seemed to be taboo. He relaxed a bit at Draco’s suggestion, and nodded his approval.

“Can I kiss you now?”

The butterflies that were gently fluttering inside suddenly turned to bats. Immediately, Harry’s heart rate increased. So much so that he was afraid Draco could hear it from where he sat. The question of Draco’s intentions now answered, Harry was actually more tense than he had been before. In his mind, the evening was to progress slowly to this point and he was completely taken off guard.

“You see, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’m afraid I’ll be wishing for the end of the evening just to get to that part,” Draco explained. “But I don’t want to rush through.”

It made sense. Get the kiss over with so they could concentrate on the rest of the evening. Harry nodded.

“All right,” he replied in a breathy voice.

“Yes?” Draco appeared genuinely surprised. The last time he tried kiss Harry, he wasn’t ready. Draco crawled around the food and sat next to Harry. He found he was rather nervous himself.

Harry was more apprehensive than he had been before his very first kiss ever. He closed his eyes and waited for Draco to make contact. When his soft, full lips touched Harry’s, it felt to Harry as if he were shocked by an electrical outlet. It had happened to him a few times at the Dursley’s and it sent a not altogether unpleasant buzzing throughout his body. Kissing Draco gave him a similar sensation.

It only lasted a few seconds, and Draco had barely parted his lips, but it was one of the sweetest kisses Harry tasted. They parted and leaned back slightly to assess the other’s reaction.

Leaning forward once more, Harry captured Draco’s mouth this time. Again, it was relatively short, lips just hardly open. Not even worthy of the word snog. But it was enough to get the curiosity out of their systems.

Draco crawled back over to the other side and popped a strawberry in his mouth. Harry knew he must have had the most ridiculous expression on his face, but didn’t care much. Draco was grinning at him, looking slightly loopy himself. Harry decided it was his turn to ask a question.

“So, do your friends know you’re here?” Harry picked up a piece of cheese, sniffed it, then discarded it because he was thought it might give him bad breath. Instead, he pulled a small clump of grapes and began eating them.

“No. They’re too busy with their party. What about your friends?”

“Hermione knows.”

“You told Granger?” Draco sat up a bit straighter. “Fuck, what did she say?”

“I didn’t tell her. She figured it out,” Harry said. “Well, I did tell her about what I said to you at that second wand party. But she’s very observant. I think I totally gave it away in Potions, though,” Harry laughed. “I guess it was pretty obvious. To her, anyway.”

“And you came anyway?”

Harry gave him a questioning look.

“I’m sure she gave you the whole ‘he’s evil, stay away from him’ speech.”

“Not at all,” Harry told him. “She was really very supportive. Of all of it. Ron’s going to be a different story,” Harry laughed, but he wasn’t at all looking forward to that conversation.

“What do you think Pansy will say? Or Blaise?” Harry questioned.

“Oh, Pansy knows. She just doesn’t know specifically about tonight. I’m fairly certain she told Blaise. But he hasn’t brought it up.”

“I’m sorry I shagged her.” Harry regretted bringing it up, but he did want to apologize.

“I didn’t have any claim on you, or her. Especially at that time. I couldn’t justify being angry with either one of you when I could scarcely admit to myself that I fancied you.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Harry empathized.

With a look that could pin Harry in place, Draco addressed the subject Harry hoped would never come up.

“Did you really call Pansy by my name?”

Even in the candle light, Harry’s blush was evident. Those fucking bats were back.

“Uh, huh,” Harry muttered. There was no going back. His intentions toward Draco were verbalized. He had been thinking of Draco in the throes of passion and there was no other explanation. Harry was, at the very least, thinking about shagging Draco. And Draco knew it.

Up to that point, they could pretend it was all rather innocent. Even the kisses. They could be considered experimental. A curiosity.

Thankfully, Draco changed the subject.

“Did you do something to make Blaise late for class today?”

Harry smiled. “I managed to start a rumor that McGonagall wanted to see him before class.”

“But McGonagall was out of school today.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clever, huh?” Harry said. “By the time he realized it, he was late for class and I already took his seat. Sorry about the ten points.”

Draco nodded. “Not bad. Fairly Slytherin of you.”

The pair continued to nibble at the miniature feast before them as they talked. Every so often a breeze blew through the Tower, causing the candle to flicker. Harry had begun to get a little chilly and cast a light warming spell on them. After a short time, Draco, who had dressed properly for the occasion, was too warm, and rolled up his sleeves. Subconsciously, as he went on about how much he disliked the new Dark Arts professor, Draco unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. In the dim light, his navy shirt bloused open revealing his starkly contrasted pale chest, distracting Harry from the conversation.

“What.” Draco furrowed his brow.

“Huh?” Harry was pulled from his musings.

“You weren’t listening,” Draco accused.

“I was. Your, um . . .” he half gestured to Draco’s shirt, about to explain his distraction. “Never mind. Sorry. Drink? I’ve brought pumpkin juice.”

Harry reached into the basket and pulled out two glasses and a small bottle of pumpkin juice.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Draco said, stretching behind him. “I brought wine. And this.” He held out the package Harry spotted earlier.

“I think I’ll skip the alcohol, thanks. But what’s this?” he asked Draco as he accepted it.

“It’s not a big deal. Just something I thought you could use. Open it.” Draco made himself comfortable as he watched Harry. Leaning on one elbow, he lay on his side and stretched out his legs.

Harry took off the wrappings and found a journal inside a box with a simple, but elegant quill.

“A journal?” Harry was puzzled.

“Yes, but it’s special.” Draco smiled. “It’s a Verity Journal.”

“Oh. How is it different from any other journal?” Harry wondered why anyone would not write the truth down in their own diary. Weren’t all diaries essentially the truth? Or the writer’s version of it.

“It won’t record anything but the absolute truth. For instance, if you wrote something, say, that you arrived here tonight at midnight. But you were really here just before ten. The journal corrects what you’ve written.”

“But why would I, or anyone, write down something that wasn’t true in their journal?”

“Sometimes people aren’t always certain what the truth is. People lie to themselves all the time,” Draco explained. “This journal is not for the faint of heart. It will be brutally honest with you. You may learn things about yourself you don’t want to admit, so take care in what you write.”

“Why give it to me?” Harry smirked. “Do you think I lie to myself?”

Shaking his head, Draco answered, “No. But I think you don’t want to admit that what everyone expects of you isn’t what you really want out of life. For yourself. I thought this might help.”

Harry was touched. Most people were supportive of his decision to become an Auror. It was almost a certainty, given who he was. But deep within himself, he wasn’t sure of his motives. Draco had questioned them the night they first met in the Astronomy Tower. There were many decisions and paths Harry was taking because he thought he was supposed to. Draco had caused him to question them all.

“Thank you,” Harry smiled.

“But you must use that quill,” Draco warned him. “It’s the combination that does the trick. It’s simply a journal with a regular quill.”

Wanting to thank him with more than words, Harry debated his actions too long and the moment passed. He cleared his throat and took a drink of pumpkin juice.

“So, I was wondering,” Harry began a new line of thought. “Were you planning to go to the Masquerade party tomorrow night?”

The left corner of Draco’s mouth raised. “Are you asking me if I’m going, or to go with you?”

“Uh, both, I suppose.”

“And you think you’re ready for that?” Draco asked sincerely. “Have you come out to anyone but Granger?”

“I was thinking that since we’d be wearing masks, no one will know who we are,” Harry explained.

“My hair is rather distinctive. Come to think of it, so is yours.”

“I’ve been working on transfiguring mine for the past week. So far, I’ve turned it blue, light brown and curly, and strawberry blond,” Harry said proudly. “I could do yours as well. Or show you the spells I used. And maybe I could wear lifts so I’d be taller.”

Draco chuckled. “You’ve given this some thought. What would we wear? Unless you’re planning on wearing a dress, we’ll still appear to be two men.”

“I don’t care about that. We’ll be disguised enough that no one will know who we are. Everyone will be disguised. I’ve heard some people say they’re wearing full costumes. It’ll be impossible to narrow it down to us.”

Draco could see that Harry was looking forward to it. Even though it won’t technically be coming out, it might be a good way to test the waters, as it were.

“Perhaps we should meet there. Just in case,” Draco proposed.

“Good idea. But we need a way to recognize each other. I was thinking of going with the strawberry blond hair. And I’ll carry something maybe. Like a blue rose.”

“Like blue rose, or a blue rose. I’ll need to know. I certainly don’t want to pick up the wrong person,” Draco snickered.

“Okay, I’ll carry a blue rose. What about you?”

“Teach me how to make my hair blue. It seems fitting if we’re both sporting something blue,” Draco suggested. He paused and grinned. “It appears we’ve just planned our second date.”

“Does that mean this one is over?” Harry asked, pouting just a little bit.

Draco pulled a small intricate time piece from his pocket. “It’s almost one.” He tried and failed to stifle a yawn.

“Really?” Harry could hardly believe they’d been there nearly three hours. The time passed as quickly as it did when he was with Hermione and Ron. Of course, he had no desire to kiss either of them as their evenings drew to a close.

“Would you like to take any of this back to your House?” Harry motioned to what was left of the goodies.

“No one in Slytherin deserves them,” Draco laughed.

Harry Vanished them and stood to pick up the blanket, on which Draco was still lying.

“If you don’t move, I’ll shrink you and wrap you up in it,” Harry playfully threatened.

Draco reluctantly stood and helped Harry fold the blanket up. When they moved closer to hold their ends together, Draco took the opportunity to kiss Harry one more time.

Like before, Draco kept the buss sweet and gentle. But he chanced a small sweep of his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip. He sensed Harry’s uncertainty and didn’t want to scare him off. Draco was relieved when the Gryffindor’s own tongue reciprocated lightly. The pair relaxed into the kiss for a few moments, then parted.

They left the Tower together. Harry with his blanket, basket and newly acquired journal set, and Draco with his unopened bottle of wine. He was secretly glad that their evening was alcohol free, for a change.

“What are you going to tell your friends about tomorrow night?” Draco was curious.

“I’ll probably have to tell Mione. She’ll pull it out of me somehow anyway,” Harry laughed. “And Ron wants me to ask the girl from Potions class that I like.” He gave Draco a sideways glance.

Stopping in his tracks, Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Am I the girl in Potions you like?”

“He knew something was up. He’s more perceptive than he seems,” Harry said.

Draco rolled his eyes. “I suppose it could be worse. There really could be a girl in Potions you like.” For a second, he looked uncertain. “There isn’t, is there?”

“No. It’s you.” Harry hesitated, then asked a question that had been on his mind since the morning after the second wand party. “Draco? What happened that night? At the second party. I remember telling you . . . you’re handsome.” He blushed and began chewing on his thumb nail. “But when we woke up, you seemed upset with me and, well, I was lying on top of you . . .”

Draco grinned. “You really don’t remember?” Harry shook his head. “You, um, got me in quite a state, and then passed out on me. You left me more than just a bit frustrated,” Draco snickered.

Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean, I touched you or something?”

“More like ground against me,” Draco laughed. “You were completely pissed. It was all very sloppy.”

“Sorry,” Harry said shyly.

“Don’t be. It was rather sexy. And then I was pretty sure you leaned toward boys, at least me. I’ve just been biding my time, waiting for you to come around.”

“Is it okay if it’s a little slow going?”

“You’d better be worth the wait, Potter,” Draco smirked, teasing Harry.

They walked onto a staircase that moved unexpectedly to the right and dropped them off in a dark corridor.

“Damned staircases,” Draco cursed.

“Shh, do you hear that?” Harry whispered. “Someone’s over in that corner.”

The pair stood silently, straining to listen. Faint moans came from the pitch black section of the castle. Harry turned to look at Draco but could only see his dim outline from the scant light of the window nearby.

“Oh, yes,” a small voice called out. “That’s good.”

Both Harry and Draco realized that it was most likely a pair form the Slytherin party fulfilling their desires. They were frozen in place by the murmurs and whispers.

Gradually, the moans and groans became louder, and Harry recognized the voice as Luna’s. Neither he, nor Draco intended to eavesdrop, but curiosity and a bit of voyeurism kept them there, standing in the corridor listening.

In her high pitched, lilting voice, Luna urged her partner on, encouraging him or her to bring Luna the ultimate pleasure.

“Oh my, yes.” Luna’s voice panted. “Neville, I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.”

Another voice, presumably Neville’s grunted in response.

Feeling more than a bit ashamed, Harry wanted to leave, but he was afraid Luna and Neville would hear their footsteps. And admittedly, he was getting turned on.

“Oh, yes!” Luna cried out and hummed loudly as she came down from her climax.

“Did I do all right?” Neville asked shyly.

“Amazingly,” Luna replied, still panting.

“Could you, um, you know, do something for me?” Neville groaned.

“Of course,” Luna answered. “But first, let me put up a silencing charm, so the boys listening in won’t hear any more.”

Harry and Draco released twin gasps and attempted to look at one another in surprise, but it was too dark. Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him as he ran the other way down the corridor. Harry couldn’t help but giggle at Draco’s panic.

They hadn’t run very far, when Draco stopped and pushed Harry up against a wall and ran his fingers through the thick dark mane. His mouth crashed hard into Harry’s as he snogged him in a frenzy. His tongue was unyielding in it’s perusal of Harry’s gaping mouth. But after the initial shock, Harry responded, and strove to gain the upper hand.

Firmly pushing Draco’s shoulders back, Harry tried to relieve the pressure from Draco’s crushing lips. He fisted Draco’s hair and gave a light tug, pulling Draco away enough to give himself room to maneuver. Harry turned them so that Draco’s back was now to the wall, and covering Draco’s mouth fully with his own, he glided his tongue over the blond’s. Harry slowed down the pace and allowed Draco to thoroughly investigate as he pleased.

Harry released Draco’s hair and slid his hand down his neck, past his collar bone and into the open shirt Harry had been eyeing up earlier. His fingers gently brushed over the taut skin. He was surprised to find it wasn’t as flawless as he’d imagined. Harry liked knowing Draco wasn’t as perfect as he seemed. Perhaps, that way, Draco would be able to see past all of Harry’s flaws.

They continued, until breathing through his nose no longer provided enough oxygen for Draco. Concerned he may pass out, he broke off the kiss and touched his forehead to Harry’s, panting.

“Do you think Luna knew it was us?” Harry wheezed.

“Can’t think,” Draco gasped for breath. “All the blood has left my brain.”

In a similar state, Harry giggled quietly.

“Fuck, Potter. You’re good. I think you’ll definitely be worth the wait.”

They stayed in position a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal.

“I guess we ought to call it a night,” Harry finally said.

“Yeah,” Draco agreed. “See you tomorrow night.” He was still a bit featherbrained from the snog session as he walked away.

Harry bent down to retrieve the basket, blanket and journal he dropped when Draco slammed him up against the wall. If he had any doubts as to Draco’s intentions toward him, they had all but evaporated. Meandering dreamily through the castle, Harry made his way back to Gryffindor to find Hermione waiting up for him.

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