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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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November 1 1998

Harry’s mind wandered as he sat in the eerily quiet library. He had arrived at seven and gotten out the books and parchment he and Draco had been using to write their essay on Bowman Wright. The inventor of the Golden Snitch was one of the few wizards both boys agreed to research.

He spent most of the previous hour thinking about Hermione’s theory. It was plausible, at the very least. Not to mention the fact that he’d never really had the time to be an average teenaged boy, and consider such mundane things such as a love life. His hand had been his closest companion until Ginny. And even then, they hadn’t been overly affectionate. Perhaps Ginny had been one of those things he did because he thought he was supposed to. She never stirred in him the same sort of passion that Draco did. Not that Harry had acted upon it much. He would have to change that.

Around seven-twenty, Harry was just finishing up the fifth paragraph of their paper. It took him a full twenty minutes as he struggled to make his handwriting as neat as Draco’s. A throat cleared in front of him. He looked up to see Draco standing with his black bag strung on his shoulder.

“You showed,” Harry stated the obvious.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Draco frowned.

“I thought maybe you were still angry with me.” Butterflies began to churn as Harry gazed up at Draco.

“I told you I wasn’t angry, just disappointed.”

Harry swallowed trying to wet his dry throat. He felt as if he had led Draco on the night before. Well, he had, but hadn’t meant to. Like the first time Draco tried to kiss him, Harry chickened out. Looking at him now, Harry didn’t understand why he had.

“Did you finish it without me?” The blond motioned to the paperwork in front of Harry.

“I left the conclusion for you to write,” Harry told him. “My hand is cramping up.” He flexed his hand a few times to drive home the point.

Draco sat down next to him and opened his bag, retrieving his quill. He glanced at Harry’s hand, which he was still stretching. Biting his lip, Draco slowly edged his own hand over to it. He hesitated and looked around the empty library before taking Harry’s hand.

He gently massaged it for several minutes, while Harry watched wordlessly. No one had ever done that before and Harry strangely found the simple gesture to be more erotic than a wank. He didn’t realize how heavy his breathing had become until Draco whispered his name.

Lifting his eyes to meet Draco’s, Harry moved forward and grasped the back of Draco’s hair with his free hand. He pulled Draco closer and kissed him. Eager to reciprocate, Draco released Harry’s hand and clutched his shoulders instead. Forgetting where they were, the pair snogged while doing their best to get their bodies up against one another in the unforgiving library chairs.

“Getting loads of work done, I see,” a voice chided.

Harry nearly fell off his chair, trying to back away from Draco. Draco actually did fall onto the floor.

“Mione, jeez. You scared the shit out of me!” Harry yelled.

She giggled at their reaction. “You’re lucky it was me and not anybody else.”

“Nobody but you comes to the library on a Sunday night.” Harry smoothed his shirt out and tried to press down his hair.

Draco, on the other hand seemed to revel in his disarray. He grinned widely at Hermione as he picked up his chair and sat down. “Perhaps we ought to call it a night, Potter.” He began to gather up the parchments and put them in his black bag. “I’ll copy this onto our essay before Wednesday.”

“Oh, don’t let me ruin your evening,” Hermione chirped. “I just came in to exchange my books before the library closes. Some of us came here to get some actual work done.” She smiled to herself and walked to a different section of the library.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, then burst out laughing. They quickly gathered their things and left the library together.

“Well . . . goodnight then, I guess,” Draco said.

“Wait,” Harry stopped him from leaving. “It’s still early.”

Grinning, Draco tugged on Harry’s sleeve and began dragging him. “Come with me. But be quiet.”

Draco led them down to the dungeons, near Slytherin. He put his finger to his lips, motioning for Harry to be extra quiet as they approached Draco’s House. Two students unexpectedly came out into the corridor, but they were too busy giggling to see Harry and Draco squashed against the wall behind a pillar.

When the coast was clear, Draco led them to the Potions classroom.

“What are we doing here?” Harry asked.

“There’s room in the back of the class. We can . . . talk.”

Harry knew that wasn’t quite what Draco had in mind, but he seemed to understand that Harry needed to take things at his own pace.

While Draco magically locked the door and set a silencing charm, Harry conjured up a soft pad and a few pillows. They set their things aside and sat down.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Harry smiled.

“Um, I don’t know,” Draco shrugged. “So Granger’s all right with us?”

“And Ron.”

Eyes widening, Draco gaped. “Merlin, what did he have to say?” Draco laughed at what he imagined Ron’s reaction to be.

“Actually, Ron was pretty cool about the whole thing,” Harry told him. He furrowed his brow. “He said he sort of knew about me. He wasn’t surprised when I told him. What about your friends?”

“Pansy and Blaise? Oh, yeah. But they’ve known all along that I’m an equal opportunity shagger.” Draco grinned.

“I mean the part about me.”

“They’ve known about my infatuation for a little over a week.” He sniggered, “If they only knew it was actually--” Draco cut himself off.

“Actually what?” Harry urged him to continue.

“Years,” Draco said quietly.

Harry smiled a little to himself. He knew it was unfair for him to ask Draco to share his feelings while he still wavered. But it sure felt good to hear.

Draco cleared his throat. “Well, your friends are all right with this. My friends are all right with this. I know what I want. You seem to be the only one unsure about it.” He lightly grasped Harry’s chin, his piercing grey eyes holding Harry’s gaze. “I want you. You need to decide whether or not you want me.”

Wasting no time, or words, Harry dove at Draco and kissed him. Draco hurriedly snaked his hands up under Harry’s shirt and gently pushed him onto his back. Before Harry could protest, the blond tugged at the shirt to pull it off. Raising his arms up, Harry allowed Draco to remove his t-shirt. With slight hesitation, the Slytherin reached for the button of his crush’s jeans. When he encountered no resistance, Draco slowly unzipped the fly.

“Are you . . . are you going to let me touch you?” Draco breathed shakily. The anticipation was tightening his belly and he was becoming aroused just thinking about doing wicked things to Harry.

“Yes. Touch me, Draco,” Harry whispered.

Kissing his way down Harry’s body, Draco yanked the jeans down. Harry removed his socks and shoes while Draco moved on to the pants. He was practically drooling by the time the pants were gone and Harry lay before him, nude and very much aroused.

“Magnificent,” Draco murmured.

Harry reached for the buttons on Draco’s shirt, but was stopped in his tracks by the sensation of Draco’s mouth around his cock.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Harry’s back arched.

Expertly sucking and rolling his tongue, Draco delivered on his earlier promise to make Harry feel good. Though Harry had received oral sex before, Ginny hadn’t known so precisely what would bring him the most pleasure. He supposed it was knowing first hand what felt good that made Draco so good at it.

Harry’s moans urged Draco on, his hands wandering as much of Harry’s body as he could reach. He felt Harry’s hand on his back, clutching at his shirt. Draco turned his head enough to see the Gryffindor’s face as he groaned and grunted in time with Draco’s sucking. Harry’s eyes were closed and his mouth agape. He looked divinely blissful to the Slytherin prince.

“Oh, Draco,” Harry murmured. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

The grasp on Draco’s shirt tightened and the blond knew Harry wasn’t going to last much longer. He cradled Harry’s bollocks and used his other hand to stroke the lower half of Harry’s cock as he slurped the head.

“Fuck. Now,” Harry breathlessly called out. “Look out.”

The first jet hit the back of Draco’s throat, triggering him to swallow. He tried his best to keep up with subsequent sprays, but it was too much and jizz began to drip out of the corner of Draco’s mouth and down his chin.

Draco moaned in pleasure nearly as much as Harry through the climax. Afterward, Harry lay in post-orgasmic languor, his body tingling right down to his toes. Gradually, his breathing slowed and his mind came back into focus. He opened his eyes to witness Draco stroking himself wildly. Trousers mid thigh, bum exposed, Draco was bridged across Harry’s body grunting and panting.

Laying a hand on Draco’s back, Harry whispered his name. The hand traveled down to the bare skin on Draco’s baby soft arse.

“Aaaaah. Mmmmmmm.” The Slytherin released a healthy amount of cum onto Harry’s already cum-dribbled lower belly. He slowed down the stroking and rubbed his penis in the mess, mixing both boys’ jizz together.

“Draco,” Harry sighed. He was mesmerized. He’d never seen another man cum.

“Fuck, that felt good,”Draco smiled.

“I thought you were tired of wanking alone?” Harry pointed out.

“I’m sorry,” Draco stopped smiling. “I didn’t think you were ready to, to, you know, do what I did. And I couldn’t help it. You had me going so much, I had to cum.”

Smiling, Harry was pleased that he had that affect on Draco. “But next time, I want to do that.”

“You do?”

Biting his lip, Harry replied. “You looked like you enjoyed it. Do you think I will?”

“I enjoyed it immensely,” Draco grinned, licking leftover cum from his face where his tongue could reach.

“You swallowed?”

“As much as I could, anyway,” Draco laughed. “Merlin, you could knock up three girls at once with that amount of cum.”

Without pulling up his trousers, Draco lay down next to Harry on the soft pad and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to.”

“Huh?” Draco asked. “Don’t want to, what?”

“Be with any more girls,” Harry answered. “I only want you. I . . . yeah, I only want you.” He turned and kissed the side of Draco’s head. Draco lifted his face up to Harry’s.

“I only want you too.”

“Now what?” Harry asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Should we keep this secret? Or should we just do what we want to do?”

Lifting up on his elbow, the blond questioned Harry. “You want to keep it a secret, don’t you?”

“Maybe for a little while,” the Gryffindor sheepishly answered. “Until I get a bit more comfortable. I mean, I’m still sort of awkward about all of this with Hermione and Ron. You understand, don’t you?”

“I know it’s different for you. Most of my House already knows I’m bi. Lots of other students, as well. They wouldn’t think much of me seeing another man. But the Chosen One, a poof? That’s going to take some getting used to for people.”

Harry wasn’t certain, but Draco’s tone seemed a little sarcastic. “Are you sure you understand?”

Draco’s demeanor softened. “Yes. I’m sorry. It’s just annoying that people have stereotypes about homosexuality. I don’t want anyone to think badly of you because of me. We shouldn’t have to hide it.”

“It’s only until I figure out how to come out. I can’t just make an announcement at supper,” Harry snickered.

“That would be pretty funny actually.” Draco cleared his throat and attempted to imitate Harry’s voice. “Excuse me everyone, I know you all think I’m a manly hero that saved all of your sorry arses, but really I’m just a queen that likes to wear pink and pick wild flowers. Sorry to have disappointed.”

Harry slapped his bare bum. “Don’t make fun. I really do like the color pink,” he laughed. “And you forgot to mention the part that I adore getting hummers from the sexiest mouth in Slytherin. That would be you, in case you weren’t sure.”

“I suppose it will be sort of fun to have our own secret for a while. And exciting, wondering whether or not we’ll get caught.” Draco winked.

“Thank you. I swear, it’s only for a little while.” Harry kissed Draco. “Salty. But not unpleasant.”

“That’s you. I’m sure I’m bitter as hell,” Draco joked. “I wonder what time it is.”

Reaching into his jeans for his dented pocket watch, Harry answered. “Ten minutes before ten.”

Draco bolted up. “Way past curfew.” He pulled his wand from the side pocket on his jeans and performed a Scourgify on both of them, then proceeded to pull up his trousers. Harry stole a glance at Draco’s package as it disappeared behind the denim. He dressed, then Vanished the pillows and pad, while Draco removed the silencing and locking charms. The pair gathered their belongings and peered into the corridor. Finding it empty, they stepped out of the Potions classroom.

“See you tomorrow,” Harry said.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Draco repeated.

A quick kiss, and Harry took off down the corridor in the opposite direction from Draco. Draco stood watching long after he could no longer see Harry’s form in the darkness. For a moment, he thought he imagined the entire evening. There was no way the Boy Who Lived could really want him.

Draco sighed and leisurely made his way to his House, just down the hall.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“Where have you been? The library closed two hours ago.” Hermione, as usual, was waiting up for her friend. Ron was in the common room as well, but he was busy reading Dragon Magazine. He really wasn’t concerned about Harry at all.

“Mione, he’s a big boy. And do you really want to know where he’s been all this time?”

She shot Ron a look, but answered, “No, I suppose not, but I was getting worried.”

“Hermione, I’m eighteen,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you were this concerned with what I was doing when I was twelve.”

“Well, back then I was only concerned about you and Malfoy hexing one another.”

Harry raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice. “And now you’re worried about us doing other things to each other?”

Hermione blushed. “No, I’m not worried about that. Although, you should definitely take care there.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “It’s your heart that concerns me.”

“My heart?” Harry instinctively looked down at his chest.

“Things seem to be moving fairly quickly between you and Draco.”

He chuckled. “Not according to him. But really, Hermione, you act as if I’m in love or something.”

“Ugh,” Ron involuntarily uttered.

“Sorry.”

“What I’m getting at is, are you certain he’s being genuine with you? He’s not toying with you, is he? I don’t want to see you get hurt by this. You need to protect yourself,” Hermione clarified.

“He’s changed. We both have. We talk, like normal people, like friends.” Harry tried to convince his friends.

“But it is a possibility. After all, you’d been enemies for so long.” Ron added, cringing the slightest bit.

Hermione nodded in agreement.

“I suppose it is a possibility,” Harry conceded, with a bit of sadness in his voice.

“Oh, I’m just being overly cautious,” Hermione tried to wave off her fears. “I’m sure you’re right. Trust your instincts Harry.”

By then, Harry’s instincts had fled. And doubts had taken their place.

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Draco was walking into his dormitory, a sly grin on his face.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Blaise asked.

“Potter,” Draco responded matter-of-factly.

“Oh? Things going well?”

“Perfectly,” Draco said. “It’s only a matter of time before he falls for me. I can see that he wants to. He just needs to let go.”

Draco collapsed onto his bed and touched his fingers to his lips.

“Watch it there, Dra,” Blaise warned. “It looks like he’s not the only one in danger of falling.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco snapped at his best friend. “I’m simply putting on a good show. And then, I’ll be in a position to get that so-called Chosen One back for every humiliating thing he’s ever done to me.”

Blaise chuckled. “Let the games begin.”

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