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The Wand Game	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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November 27 1998

Anxious to hear about the new project, most students arrived early to Slughorn’s class. Hermione sat down next to Ginny.

“Oh, did Blaise and Draco make up?” Ginny giggled.

“What? Oh yeah, I forgot we all switched.” Hermione frowned. “Wait, you think Blaise and Draco are a couple?”

Ginny shrugged. “Well, they’re always together, and Blaise is pretty openly gay.”

“So?”

“And after what he said about Draco having a boyfriend last class . . . I mean, he is a bit, I don’t know, graceful, for a man. Don’t you think?”

“Rumors say he’s been with Pansy for years. And a few other girls. Besides, I think Blaise is seeing that Seventh Year in their dormitory,” Hermione pointed out.

“I’m just saying . . . even if Draco is straight, I don’t think a straight guy is going to be that close to a gay guy without a little something going on.”

Hermione frowned. “You don’t think two men can be just friends if one of them is gay?”

Ginny grinned. “Or both of them. Especially if both of them are.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Hermione scoffed. “That’s like saying a boy and a girl can’t be just friends.”

“They can’t,” Ginny announced. “There’s always underlying sexual tension.”

“But what about me and Harry?”

Hermione’s question went unanswered as Blaise walked into the room and narrowed his eyes at her, thinking she reneged on the partner switch. It was just as well, she knew why there was no sexual tension between her and Harry.

“I was just leaving,” Hermione told him. She got up and sat down with Ron, who was talking to Harry. She looked between them as they spoke and wondered about what Ginny said. Could the boys remain best friends now that Harry was coming to terms with his sexual orientation?

Draco walked in and, without looking at Harry, sat down in his usual spot. He was trying very hard to appear casual about having Harry as his partner, but inside, he was as giddy as if he had been stung by a Billywig. Ironically, he and Blaise were still on the outs and Draco thought it was probably for the best that they weren’t partners anymore. But it was Friday and tonight, he wouldn’t care if Blaise and Harper took over the whole dormitory. Draco would be in the Potions lab with Harry. Another reason for him to be fluttery.

“All right, all right. Everyone take a seat please.” Slughorn got the students’ attention. “Time to announce the big project,” he beamed.

“Now, the person you are partnered with today is the person you will remain with throughout the project, so I hope you all are comfortable with the person sitting next to you.”

Ginny and Blaise glanced at one another. They didn’t have much choice. Blaise nodded at Ginny as a sign of approval. She nodded back.

“This is a two week long project that includes a research essay on a new potion of your choice as well as a potion challenge on the last day. You must hand in your essay on time in order to participate in the challenge.”

“What happens if we don’t get to do the challenge?” someone asked.

“You receive a failure for the potion. And if your essay is late, points will be taken off for each day it is over due. Every essay will be handed in, regardless of how late. More than a week and you will receive no points. Don’t hand it in, and you will fail the class.”

The students talked amongst themselves for a moment while Slughorn let them digest his words. Then he smiled broadly.

“But I don’t expect any of you to hand in late papers. Now, for the essay, each couple will choose a potion from this list.” He held up a parchment. “First, you must describe what the potion is used for and how it works, and the difficulty level. Some of you will be choosing potions which, when brewed incorrectly, are deadly. Include that information in your paper. You will need to list the ingredients and the procedure for brewing. You will also identify each ingredient by class, properties and function. We will meet in the library all next week to do research. Many of you may need to share books, so I suggest finding other groups who need the same information and working that out.”

“The following Monday, you may begin practicing your potions, if you are ready, or you may continue in the library to finish up. Please start your potions no later than Wednesday, the

ninth of December. Although, I suggest you begin by Tuesday, the eighth. By December eleventh, all papers will be handed in and there will be a potions challenge. I won’t reveal the potion in question until class that day. And it won’t be a potion any of you have researched. Any questions?”

Ron raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“When you say deadly, do you mean for the person brewing the potion or the person drinking it?”

Several students laughed, and Hermione jabbed him in the ribs for asking a stupid question.

“For the person drinking it, my boy. I’m not going to put anyone in real danger here. Any other questions?”

”Professor, what is the prize for the challenge?” Hermione asked. Other students nodded. they all wanted to know.

“Ah, yes, the prize,” Slughorn smiled. “I thought long and hard about that one. I decided to make it fun. This time the winners will receive certificates to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes,” he said enthusiastically.

The class in general like that idea. Except Ron, who thought it was nothing special, of course.

“Plus,” the professor continued. “A private three course meal in my quarters with a surprise guest or two,” he said with a glint in his eye.

The room was filled with chatter about who the guest or guests could be. Some guessed Quidditch players, others guessed famous potion makers. Still others hoped it would members of Weird Sisters.

“Now how would Slughorn know them?” Ron asked Seamus.

Seamus scratched his head and shrugged.

“It’s probably some intellectual inventor type person,” Ron grumbled. “Just the sort Hermione would love to meet.” He smiled at her. “We’ll win this luv.”

“Who do you think it will be?” Draco asked Harry.

“Don’t know. Slughorn does know a lot of people. But I don’t know if they’re the sort of people any of us would necessarily want to have supper with,” he laughed. Draco laughed as well.

“Let me have your attention again please,” Slughorn bellowed over the noise of the class. “I will be calling you up in pairs to choose your potion. There are only seven on the list, so some of you may have the same one. Mr. Finnigan and Mr. Longbottom first.”

Pansy waved to Neville as he walked by her. He blushed and gave a quick wave back, then walked away as fast as possible.

“What was that about?” Tracey asked.

“What?”

“You, waving to Longbottom,” Tracey clarified.

Snickering, Pansy replied, “His name shouldn’t be Longbottom. Long something, though.”

“Oh, that’s right, you drew his wand at the first party. What happened?”

“Turns out he’s not gay, like I thought he was. Just painfully shy and inexperienced. Well, he was until I got a hold of him.”

Pansy and Tracey giggled.

“Miss Parkinson and Miss Davis, please.”

The girls went to choose their potion.

By the end of class, each pair had chosen their potion to research. Some couples, such as Hermione and Ron divided up the work and came up with a strategy for working on the essay. Others, such as Tracey and Pansy, sat in the corner gossiping about their classmates.

“Are you having the party tonight?” Tracey questioned.

“Not tonight. We decided to host them only once a month. McGonagall was getting suspicious of students showing up to class with tails and ears. Besides, attendance was waning. Too many couples hooking up and dropping out,” Pansy complained and eyeballed Tracey.

Tracey pouted. “Sorry. Who knew the game would turn out to be a great matchmaker?”

“But, really, Tracey. A Ravenclaw? Was there no one in Slytherin for you?”

“I know you don’t approve, but Anthony is very sweet,” Tracey beamed.

Pansy stuck her finger in her mouth as if to gag.

“Not to mention, sexy as hell.”

Harry and Draco divvied the chores for the essay between them. They would each research five ingredients, and work on the procedures together. To the rest of the class, they appeared to be working hard on the project, but Harry kept telling Draco things he was planning to do to him in that very room later on.

“Stop it, Harry. Someone will hear you.”

“No one is paying attention. I bet I could put my hand on your leg and nobody would even notice.”

Harry stealthily placed his hand under the table, just above Draco’s leg, and grinned.

“You’re going to get caught.”

Loudly enough for others to hear, if they were listening, Harry casually said, “Do you mind doing the final writing again. Your handwriting is so much better than mine.” As he said it, he slowly lowered his hand onto Draco’s thigh.

Draco stiffened, but answered Harry. “You’re right Potter. My handwriting is much better than yours,” he smirked. “But then you’ve got to give me a hand elsewhere.”

Harry’s eyes widened at Draco’s innuendo.

Lowering his voice to almost a whisper, Draco continued. “I think maybe you want to get caught, Potter. What if I just leaned over and nibbled on that ear of yours?” He leaned over just slightly.

Suddenly, Harry wasn’t so certain he wanted to continue the banter. “You wouldn’t dare.” He swiftly removed his hand from Draco’s leg.

“Of course, I’ll do my share,” Harry said, for effect.

When class was dismissed, Draco got up to leave alone, and Harry walked back to Ron and Hermione’s table.

“Harry, this is a huge assignment. I had no idea it was so important when you told me about it. And you’ve stuck Ginny with Zabini,” she admonished.

“And poor Hermione with me,” Ron joked.

“Blaise is pretty smart. He’s good with potions,” Harry told her. “I wouldn’t have agreed to switch if I thought Ginny couldn’t win with him. Honestly. Draco wouldn’t have been his partner if he was no good.”

Ginny joined the group. “Any idea who would be the surprise guest?”

The rest of them shrugged.

“Sorry you got stuck with Malfoy, Harry,” Ginny apologized. “But there was no way I was going to work with him.”

“It’s fine, Gin. Are you going to be all right working with Blaise?”

“Blaise?” Ginny raised her eyebrows. “Since when do you call him Blaise?”

“Oh, uh, well, we should probably all try to get along, so I figure we ought to call each other by first names.”

“I suppose,” she replied. “I’d rather not get called weasle or she-weasle any more. Are you sure we can’t still call Malfoy ferret, though?” she snickered.

Inside, Harry gritted his teeth, but on the outside, he laughed with the rest of them. Although, Hermione gave him a quick glance of apology. The foursome went back up to Gryffindor to change for supper. Being Friday, and classes were over, they were ready to get out of robes.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“I thought you said there was no party tonight?” Blaise said to Pansy as they sat eating supper.

“No wand party. Some of us Slytherins are having our own. You’re welcome to join us,” she answered. “We had to cool the wand game for a bit. Some of the students have been careless about where they conduct their trysts. Finnigan and Astoria got caught in the alcove next to the library last party.”

“Oh, shit, what happened?” Blaise laughed.

“They didn’t tell, if that’s what you mean. But they both got detention for a week. Luckily, they were dressed and only got caught snogging,” Pansy told him.

Draco had been sitting listening to the conversation, along with Harper. Harper was an enigma to Draco. He seemed flamboyantly open and gregarious with many students. However, he barely ever spoke at meal times. Draco had the feeling he made the boy uncomfortable.

“Blaise, are you finished eating yet?” Draco asked.

As Blaise was about to put a forkful of pork chop into his mouth, he said, “No. Does it look like I’m finished?”

“I need a word with you.”

“So now you’re speaking to me again?” Blaise’s tone was mocking.

“I’m sorry about the fight,” Draco offered. “But it worked.”

“Except that you were seriously angry with me,” Blaise pointed out.

“I don’t like getting locked out of my own room. I give you every Friday night to yourselves. And plenty of other times.”

Blaise knew it was true. “You’re right. Sorry, mate.” He shrugged. “I don’t mean to lock you out. We just forget to take the charm off before we fall asleep.” Blaise continued eating through the conversation.

“And then you had to go and announce that I have a boyfriend to the entire class.” Draco crossed his arms over his chest.

“So what, most know you’re bi anyway.”

“But I don’t want people to try and guess who it is.” Draco lowered his voice. “Or worse, suspect that it’s Harry, now that we’re working together.”

“You know,” Blaise said, shoving a spoonful of pudding into his mouth. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing for Potter to come out. We could use a bit of an image boost.” Blaise looked at Harper, who was licking gravy from his fingers. “Everyone thinks all gays are like him.”

Draco turned to look at Harper. He never took much notice of him and he wasn’t sure what Blaise was getting at.

“What?”

“What?” Harper repeated Draco’s sentiments.

“You wear purple sequins sometimes.”

“So?” Harper smiled.

“And you hold your pinkies in the air when you eat.”

Harper silently put his hands under the table.

“And are you wearing make-up?” Draco questioned, now that he was closely looking at Harper’s face.

Harper sat up, indignant. “It’s not make-up. It’s guyliner. And lots of boys wear it. Some aren’t even gay.”

“I rest my case,” Blaise said. “If Potter came out, it would definitely help our image.”

“He’s not ready,” Draco explained. “And don’t any of you dare say anything.” He pointed a finger at Pansy, Blaise and Harper.

“Fine,” Blaise sighed. “What is it you want to talk about?”

“Not here. Are you finished eating now?” Draco impatiently asked. “Pansy, keep Harper occupied for a bit, will you? Maybe he can give you tips on how to put on eyeliner,” he chuckled.

One more spoonful of pudding and Blaise was done. The pair left the Great Hall for Slytherin to talk in private.

When they got to their dormitory, Draco began taking out clothes for his usual rendezvous with Harry.

“You want me to help you pick out clothes for tonight?” Blaise frowned.

“No. Well, actually, since you’re here, you can help. But that’s not what I wanted to ask you.”

“The grey silk shirt and black jeans,” Blaise said.

“Really? Not the blue?”

“Nah, it makes you look even paler.”

“Thanks,” Draco muttered sarcastically and turned his back to Blaise in order to change his shirt. He removed his dress trousers and pants, exposing his bum to Blaise.

“I didn’t need to see that,” Blaise said under his breath. “So, what is it already?”

After pulling up his fresh pants and black jeans that Blaise had chosen, Draco sat nervously on his bed.

“I was wondering. . . if you knew any spells. For cleansing.” It took Draco a while to finally spit out.

Blaise frowned. “Scourgify works for most things. But you must know that already.”

“No, I mean . . . personal, cleansing,” Draco didn’t blush often, but he could feel his ears getting warm and he knew they must be bright pink.

Blaise grinned widely. “Oh, personal cleansing. Yeah, I’ve got one or two good ones. Really thorough, if you know what I mean. Harry Potter’s arse will be fresh as a daisy, and taste like sweet cream,” he sniggered.

At that, Draco’s whole face reddened. “Blaise!”

“What?” Blaise laughed. “If you can’t even talk about rimming your boyfriend, how are you going to do it? Are you certain you’re bent at all?”

“Yes. Quite,” Draco huffed. “Just show me the fucking spell.”

Blaise told Draco the incantation and they way to flourish his wand. Blaise also suggested he try it out on himself before performing it on Harry. Draco whispered the charm and waved his wand at himself.

“Fuck,” Draco’s eyes widened.

“Did it work?”

“Is it supposed to be so . . . tingly?”

Smiling, Blaise said. “Nice, huh? It sounds like it worked. Now you’re all ready for him.”

Draco nodded for appearances sake, but he doubted he would get Harry to even consider rimming. He wasn’t certain Harry would even want Draco to do it to him. He was growing weary of the baby steps they had been taking.

“Thanks, Blaise.”

“Is that it?” Blaise asked. “I want to shower before Harper comes up.”

“Um,” Draco hesitated. “There is one more thing. As long as I’m humiliating myself to you, I may as well get this over with.”

“What are friends for?” Blaise grinned. He enjoyed seeing Draco squirm. It didn’t happen very often. “Shoot.”

“I wanted to know where you get your, um,” Draco rolled his eyes. This may be more humiliation than he could handle. “Your, uh . . . lube,” he said quickly. “Do you conjure it or buy it?”

Blaise didn’t laugh as Draco expected. Instead he cocked his head and knit his brows together. “I’ve done both.” Blaise scratched his head. “Why ask me? What do you usually do?”

Draco silently glanced anywhere in the room to avoid eye contact, his mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

“Blimey, Dra. Don’t tell me you haven’t fucked anyone before.”

“Of course I have.” Draco stood up straighter. “Several girls in our House and Pansy quite often, thank you.”

“But no blokes?”

Draco slouched, just slightly. “No.”

“Ever been---?”

“No. Never.”

“Oh. So why haven’t you?”

Draco shrugged. “I haven’t met anyone that I like enough, I suppose.”

“But you like Potter enough?”

Draco looked Blaise in the eye for his answer.

“And you’re certain he’s on the up and up? He’s not fucking with you, is he?”

Draco shook his head. “No. In fact, I think he’s starting to fall for me.” He ran a finger across his own lip.

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

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco said softly. “I’m never going to fall in love.”

“Never say never, mate.”

“It’ll be fun while it lasts and then it will fade away like every other relationship in this place.”

“That’s pretty cynical, even for you,” Blaise frowned.

“You think you and Harper are going to last?” Draco said with a biting tone.

Blaise shook his head. “No. But we’re too different. We’re simply enjoying one another’s company. You and Potter, now you’re two peas in a pod.”

“What the bloody hell are you talking about? We’re complete opposites.”

“Really, you’ve never noticed the similarities?” Blaise cocked his head again. “You both grew up in controlling households, both leaders of your little trios, both had your destinies planned for you in the war. You’ve both borne the burden of other people’s lofty expectations. He’s the golden boy, with just a touch of evil in him. You’re the bad boy, with enough good to redeem yourself in the end. I’d say, no one is ever going to understand you better than him. And vice versa.”

Draco stood listening to Blaise go on. He’d never considered any of the things Blaise said. Draco saw their differences--the rich boy with the prominent, pure blood family, versus the seemingly poor orphan who didn’t even learn about magic until he was called to Hogwarts. Opposites in many ways. He’d always thought of them as enemies, opponents, rivals. Famous, and infamous. Truthfully, Draco never realized Blaise had that much insight into his own life. He supposed that was why his friend had stuck by him after the war, when so many others looked down upon him.

Blaise continued. “Look, I’m not one to judge. And I’m certainly no Potter groupie. But I haven’t seen you this content in . . . ever, really.”

Draco said nothing, prompting Blaise to make another observation.

“It may be none of my business, but you’re talking like you’re planning to fuck him.” Blaise paused, thinking carefully before he spoke what was on his mind. “Potter doesn’t seem like the bottom type. Actually, neither of you do. Another way the pair of you are alike.”

“Yes, that has occurred to me as well.”

The room fell silent, the conversation getting a little too intimate. Blaise cleared his throat.

“Anyway, I bought mine in Knockturn Alley,” he said, referring back to Draco’s original forgotten question. “There’s a shop there that sells all sorts of fun stuff. I conjured it one time, but it disappeared at a very inopportune moment.” Blaise shuddered at the memory.

“Thanks,” Draco said uncomfortably. “Listen, don’t say anything to Pansy. The last thing I need is for her to tease me about--”

“‘nough said, mate. It’s between us,” Blaise promised. “Now get the fuck out before Harper gets here,” he grinned, teasing.

“Yeah, fuck you too,” Draco said as he walked out of the dormitory and made his way to the Potions class room.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

By the time Draco reached the Potions room, he was ten minutes late. His conversation with Blaise had taken more time than he planned. And gave him much more to think about than he expected. As a consequence, Draco was frowning slightly when he walked into the room. On top of Blaise’s words weighing on his mind, he couldn’t get through the locking charm right away.

Immediately, the frown disappeared and was replaced by wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Harry was lying, not on the usual small pad he conjured, but a bed covered in green satin sheets. There were candles everywhere, and a basket with a bottle of something on the floor. Harry was already nude.

“Hurry up and lock the door,” Harry urged. Harry made it a point to make sure the door was properly locked after Hermione walked in on him the previous week.

Still gaping, Draco turned and quickly placed the usual charms on the room. He stood only for a moment before striding over to Harry’s side. His eyes swept over the scene before him.

“What’s the occasion?” Draco barely found his voice.

“Do I need one?” Harry leered. “I told you what I wanted to do to you in class today.” He reached out and began to unbutton Draco’s grey silk shirt. “You’re over dressed,” the Chosen One told him.

Draco subtly brushed Harry’s hand away and began to run his own hands over Harry’s shoulders. He leaned down to kiss him, kicking his shoes off as he did. The Slytherin gently sat down to better reach the Gryffindor’s mouth. He felt the button on his trousers loosen and a hand massage his lap. He allowed Harry to unzip and remove the trousers, pants and socks, but when Harry once again reached for the buttons on his shirt, Draco brushed away his hand.

Sitting back on his heels, Harry questioned, “What’s the matter? Why won’t you let me take off your shirt?” His expression was puzzled. “Come to think of it, you always leave it on.”

Looking away, Draco tried to think of an excuse.

“What don’t you want me to see?” Harry asked gently.

Avoiding eye contact still, Draco replied. “I’m ugly.”

Harry smirked at that. “What are you talking about? You’re a freaking Adonis.”

“Not underneath this shirt.”

“Please,” Harry prodded. “I want to see all of you. I want to feel your skin on mine.”

Draco bit his lip and closed his eyes. Slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt himself. He winced at the thought of Harry looking at him. Opening one eye, then the other, Draco saw Harry frowning. His reaction was worse than Draco thought.

“Draco? What am I supposed to be seeing?” Harry squinted.

Looking down and pointing at several places on his torso, he grimaced, “These ugly scars.”

Harry leaned forward more. “Oh.” He looked into Draco’s face. “I can barely see them. Is this what you’re so upset about?” he snickered a bit.

“Don’t make fun.” Draco pouted.

“I’m not. I’m sorry, but they’re hardly noticeable. I would have missed this one completely, except I felt it when I put my hand in your shirt that first night we kissed.”

Subconsciously, Draco’s hand moved to cover his faint scars.

“My God, if you think they’re bad, what must you think of mine?” Harry asked, suddenly feeling self conscious himself.

“What scars? You’re perfect. Except the one on your forehead, I’ve never noticed any scars.”

Harry pointed to the oval patch above his heart. “I got that from one of the horcruxes. Hermione tried her best to get it off without damaging the skin but . . .” He shrugged. “And Nagini bit me here. Although it’s really faint.” The Gryffindor held out his hand. “I got this from Umbridge’s special quill. And I’ve got a few bad ones on my legs.”

Draco frowned. “Oh.” He felt somewhat of a berk for seeming so vain.

“And even if you did have ugly scars, it wouldn’t matter to me. I’m hardly one to judge someone else’s looks,” Harry smirked.

“Don’t say that.”

Returning to the original subject, Harry asked, “How did you get them anyway?”

Opening his mouth to speak, Draco thought better of it, and closed it again.

“They look like slash marks.” Harry ran his fingers over a few of them. “But I can’t imagine you would have just stood there while someone stabbed you over and over. Did you get them all at once?” Harry suddenly gasped. “I did this to you, didn’t I? Shit. No wonder you didn’t want me to see.”

Seeing the wheels in Harry’s mind turning, Draco finally spoke up. “Harry, I know what you’re thinking. I’m not angry any more. I’m not trying to get you back. Those were only dreams that you had.”

“But I did this to you. I was so careless. You must have hated me.”

“I did,” the blond confessed. “For a little while. But I drove you to it. And what I hated was what Vol-- you-know-who, was making me do. I hated myself more than you.”

Hugging Draco close, Harry said softly, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s done. I’m over it,” Draco told him. “I didn’t want you thinking that I really was plotting revenge. Especially after you told me about those dreams. Have you had any more?”

“Actually, I must have dozed off waiting for you tonight, because I did have a similar dream.”

The Slytherin appeared disappointed.

“It was different than the others. A little anyway. It still started with you telling Blaise I was falling for you. And then he told you it sounded like I wasn’t the only one in danger of falling.”

“Were those the exact words Blaise used in the dream?”

“Close to it,” Harry shrugged. “Why?”

“What else happened?”

“Then you said, don’t be ridiculous.”

Gradually, Draco’s mouth had begun to drop open.

“But this time, instead of telling him you were planning to humiliate me, you told him----”

“I was never going to fall in love,” Draco finished for him.

“Yeah. Wait, how did you know that?”

“Because that conversation actually happened. About an hour ago.” Draco blinked as if physically hit by his next thought. “Harry, are you using Legilimency on me?”

“What? No! I’m not skilled in that. And even if I were, I wouldn’t use it on you.”

“But how could you know what Blaise and I said to one another?”

“I have had prophetic dreams before. But not since the war. Once I got rid of the horcrux in me, I lost the skills I got from Voldemort. I figured prophecy was one of those things.”

“Maybe that wasn’t from him. Maybe that was you all along,” Draco suggested.

“Maybe. I’ve lost the ability to speak Parseltongue, though.”

“Have any others come true?”

“No. But I do keep having some dreams over again.” Something occurred to Harry, and he abruptly changed the subject. “What do you mean, you’re never going to fall in love?”

Harry’s question surprised Draco. “Uh, I meant . . .” He knew he had to be careful with his words. He didn’t know exactly how much of his conversation with Blaise Harry saw. “I’m not Pansy,” Harry said, inferring that Draco was so hurt by his former girlfriend that he wasn’t going to let that happen to him again.

“Sorry?”

“She told me what happened between you two. I promise I won’t hurt you like that.”

“You can’t promise that. You have no idea what the future holds,” Draco told him.

Harry knew Draco was correct. “Then I promise to try my best not to hurt you,” he smiled.

Feeling somewhat better, Draco was finally able to look Harry in the eye. Harry gave him a gentle kiss.

“Feel better about things?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded. “But what about your dreams?”

“Let’s worry about that later,” Harry suggested. “Our energy would be better spent doing other things,” he grinned.

“I agree,” Draco gazed into green eyes that seemed to be brighter than they were a moment ago. “And I know just how I want to spend that energy,” he leered. “But I need your permission.”

Harry gave him a questioning look, then an apprehensive one as he thought he knew what Draco was getting at.

“No, not that. Not yet. I don’t think you’re ready for that,” the Slytherin reassured.

“Oh, okay,” Harry blushed. “You must think I’m some sort of a prudish coward,” he laughed nervously.

“What I think is that you’ve gone through a lot of changes in the past month and I’m lucky to be here with you at all.” Draco chuckled softly. “I’ll admit I’d like things to move a bit faster, but it’s all right. I confess that I haven’t shagged a man either, so when you’re ready, it’ll be a first for both of us.”

“Really? I assumed you were somewhat experienced in all this.”

Shaking his head, the blond acknowledged, “Like you, most of my experience has been with girls. But what I want to do to you, I haven’t done with a girl.”

Harry bit his lip. But the sincere expression on Draco’s face was enough to convince Harry to trust him. Without further explanation from Draco, Harry agreed. “All right.”

Pulse racing, Draco carefully pushed Harry onto his back.

“I’m going to do a spell first. It’s to, um, get you ready for me. I already tried it on myself, so I know it’s safe.” Draco grabbed his wand and was about to say the incantation. “It . . . tickles, a bit.”

A whisper and a flourish and Harry’s eyes widened. “Bloody hell.” He grinned.

Hovering over Harry, Draco peppered him with kisses, making sure to get the small oval scar, down his body until he reached Harry’s cock. He kissed it gently and took it in his hand. It didn’t take long for Draco to coax it to its full potential.

“I love how that thing points straight up. It’s like a fucking steel rod.” He pounced on it taking the whole length into his mouth, nearly gagging. Lavishing attention on Harry’s dick briefly, Draco continued on his way to the intended target. He stopped to lick his bollocks for a moment, then held Harry’s thighs and spread them wide.

“Hold your legs up.”

Harry lifted his head, questioning Draco with a look. “I thought you said you weren’t going to do that.”

The Slytherin gave his best lecherous look. “Trust me.”

Obliging, the brunet gripped the back of his own legs and held them open. He couldn’t help the sound that escaped his lips as he felt something wet and firm, yet not stiff, poking at his entrance. When Draco wiggled his tongue, Harry gasped.

Stopping only long enough to check on Harry, Draco questioned, “Do you like it?”

Harry lifted his head in order to look at the blond head between his legs. “It feels like something I shouldn’t like. But I do,” Harry blushed.

Without another word, Draco continued his task, pushing his tongue further in.

Before long, the Gryffindor hero was coming undone to the point of begging. “Touch me, Draco. Please. Or I’m gonna have to do it myself.” He was breathless and aching.

Draco shifted his weight slightly and began to stroke Harry with his free hand. The constant moans coming from his partner were too much to bear, and Draco slid from his knees to his belly, trapping his own erection between his body and the satin sheets. He ground himself against the bed with the same rhythm he used on Harry’s cock.

Giving no other warning, Harry let out a cry just before a small puddle of cum appeared on his belly. A puddle that was added to several times.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” He declared, panting. Harry lifted his head to find Draco with his head lolled to the side, groaning.

“Draco stop,” Harry ordered. “I want to make you cum.”

With great difficulty, Draco stilled. “I’m sorry, it’s not going to take much.” He looked at Harry through hooded eyes, on the brink when Harry interrupted. But he was glad. He’d rather have Harry’s hands and mouth on him.

Tentatively, Harry mimicked Draco’s earlier actions. All up until he reached Draco’s arse.

Sensing the hesitation, Draco offered, “You don’t have to. It’s all right.”

“I want to,” the reticent brunet whispered. After another brief hesitation, Harry closed his eyes and stretched out his tongue. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant and the reward of Draco’s growl was enough to encourage him to keep going.

Harry didn’t wait for Draco to ask to be wanked, thanks to the benefit of his experience. He also had the benefit of a relatively clear head, which Draco had not.

Announcing his imminent orgasm, Draco reached out and gripped Harry’s shoulder tightly. His body stiffened and toes curled, prompting Harry to raise his head in order watch the semen shoot from Draco’s cock. Ever since the first time he witnessed it, Harry had the urge to watch. It turned him on almost as much as being touched.

Thick, opaque, streams shot from Draco, leaving streaks of jizz along the length of his torso and pooling a bit in the hollow of his neck.

Harry marveled at the differences between the way they came. And he had a desire to see how other men came, that he never had before. Quickly putting that thought out of his mind, Harry directed his attention back to Draco.

“Was that good?” Harry asked, seeking approval.

“It was unbelievably good.”

Harry climbed up and lay next to Draco on the silky sheets. He wrapped his arms around him and tenderly kissed the back of his neck.

“I wish we could stay here all night.”

“We’d end up on the floor when the bed disappeared,” Draco snickered. “Besides, I think Slughorn comes in early on Saturdays to make potions for Madame Pomfrey. Could you imagine his face when he walked in on us?”

At first they laughed, but the thought of the old Potions professor seeing them nude made them grimace.

“It’ll be nice when we can finally just spend the night together like Blaise and Harper,” Draco commented. “Not that I’m trying to pressure you. But have you given any more thought as to how you’re going to come out? Or when?”

Harry sighed. “I know it’s frustrating for you. It is for me as well. But I’m still not sure I’m ready.”

“It’s all right, luv. Eventually.”

At that moment Harry was glad Draco couldn’t see his face. Hearing Draco call him luv took him by surprise. Not to mention the odd feeling he got in his chest. He squeezed Draco tightly, knowing the evening was coming to a close.

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