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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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December 4 1998

Eight o’clock. Slytherin House. Pansy and Theo stood in front of the wand cauldron looking at one another.

“Should we give it a few more minutes?” Theo questioned.

Shrugging, Pansy replied, “I guess. There must be someone else coming.”

“Where do you think they all are?”

“They’ve all hooked up, thanks to the bloody game,” Pansy groused.

“They can’t all have hooked up,” Theo pointed out.

“Well, let’s see. Blaise and Harper, Tracey and Goldstein, Looney-girl and Longbottom, Corner and one of the Patil sisters, Weasley and Granger. Actually, they were already together. But the game didn’t put pair them up. And Dean Thomas and the Weasley girl.” She almost mentioned Harry and Draco, and had to stop herself. “I think even Finnigan and Astoria are an item now. Maybe Daphne and Macmillan are together. They got paired last time”

“Pffft,” Theo snorted.

Pansy frowned. “Do you think it’s coincidence?”

“What?” Theo asked, shoving crisps into his mouth.

“That everyone the game put together is now dating. Or at least shagging.”

“Well, not everyone,” Theo said, crumbs flying out of his mouth. He covered it, but not quickly enough. “Sorry. I mean, Finch-Fletchley didn’t get anywhere with anybody. Weren’t you with him last time?” Pansy nodded. “And Potter and Malfoy. No fucking way,” he laughed.

Smiling, Pansy agreed, for appearances sake. “Yeah, you’re right. But where is everyone?”

They waited another ten minutes before deciding they were what remained of the Slytherin House wand parties.

“Well, I suppose we can skip the party part,” Pansy said. “What number do you have?”

“Seven. You?”

“Five.” Pansy reached into the cauldron and plucked out Theo’s wand. “Accio wand.”

Theo grinned. “At least there won’t be any surprises tonight.”

Pansy frowned. Shagging Theo wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She’d already done that a couple of times any way, most recently at the second wand party. But she couldn’t help staring disgustedly at the crumbs around his mouth.

“Okay, sweetheart. Where shall we go?” Theo asked, pulling Pansy closer.

“I thought we’d stay here.”

“Here? Where anyone can just walk in on us? Kinky.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, walk in on us talking,” she chuckled. “Although that would be shocking, to find you actually talking to a girl.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You mean, just talk?”

“Yes, you know, we’ve been here in the same House for seven and a half years. And I don’t know much about you.”

“All you need to know is that I’ve got a huge plonker and tonight it’s got your name on it,” he grinned. “Come on, Parkinson. What are you holding out for? It’s only you and me.”

She thought about how so many other players were paired up that night. Willingly. The game hadn’t chosen well for her, though. Neville and Michael had been nice boys, but both had their hearts set on someone else. Justin Finch-Fletchley was all right, she supposed, but she truly couldn’t find herself interested in a Hufflepuff. Besides, he had asked too many questions about Millicent. And getting paired with Romilda Vane did absolutely nothing for her. Not once did she get paired with Draco. If anyone at Hogwarts was going to be her mate, it would have been Draco. And now Pansy found herself for the second time with Theo. His reputation was worse than hers.

Pansy sighed heavily. “Nothing. Your place or mine?”

“Zabini and his boy toy are in mine.”

“Tracey’s got Goldstein in ours.”

Nott glanced around the room. “You know, since we placed our wands in the cauldron, it’s an official wand party. We’re basically magically sealed in until ten o’clock.”

“More importantly, everyone else is magically sealed out,” Pansy grinned.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

December 5 1998

Justin Finch-Fletchly stood at the entrance to Slytherin gathering up the nerve to knock. He thought long hard about wether or not to bother trying to smooth things over with Millicent. For the past month, he’d watched her sneering at him, then avoiding him, then finally going about her business--ignoring him.

He figured maybe enough time had passed that she wasn’t as angry any more. Heaving in a large breath, he banged on the wall next to a tapestry.

“Hello?” He shouted.

No one answered, so he knocked again.

“Hello!” he shouted louder.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tracey Davis asked as she and Daphne Greengrass approached.

Startled, Justin stuttered, “Oh, I was, um hoping to speak to Millicent maybe.”

Daphne snickered, glancing behind him to see what he was holding. He held it further behind his back.

“Do you think you could just tell her I’m here?”

“Sure thing, lover boy,” Tracey winked. “Go down the hall a minute. I don’t want you to hear the password.”

Reluctantly, he walked part way down the hallway as the girls disappeared into the passage.

A couple of minutes later, Tracey re-emerged.

“Sorry Fletchley. She doesn’t want to come out.” She felt a bit of pity for him as he nodded, looking disappointed.

“All right. I didn’t really think she would, but . . .” Justin shrugged. Tracey turned to walk away. “Wait. Could you tell her, Merlin is here to see her?”

“What?”

“Could you?”

Tracey laughed, “All right.” Once again, she passed through the passageway.

Justin put the mask he was hiding, on his face and waited, for what seemed like forever. He was about to give up when Millicent stepped through the opening. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she didn’t expect him to be wearing his mask from the dance.

“What is it you want, Finch-Fletchley?” She said his name with a bit of contempt.

He bowed and lowered his head respectfully, “Madame de Mortmorency.”

“What?”

Justin hesitated. “I . . . realized that I never apologized to you.”

“Why are you wearing a mask?”

“I thought maybe you’d rather talk to the boy from the dance than me,” he answered.

Millicent couldn’t help laughing at the truth of his statement. “All right. Go ahead then.”

He held out a small bouquet of simple flowers for her, which she accepted. “I’m sorry for my behavior at the wand party. That first one. And the second one as well, I guess. I should have just cleaned your room for you. It was the least I could have done.”

Mouth hanging open, Millicent stared at him.

“Is this a Hufflepuff thing?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned. “Apologizing?”

“Well, yeah. Theo would have offered to let me watch again. And Draco probably would have told me to get over it. The gits. They think I’m fat anyway.”

“You’re not fat.”

“It’s all right. I know I’m fat. I hear what people say.”

“You’re not fat. You’re curvy.” As soon as he saw the look on her face, he knew he said the wrong thing. But he said it with the best intentions.

She crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Is that it then?” she asked coldly.

“No.”

“And take that stupid mask off.”

Justin pulled the mask off and stood awkwardly, questioning the sanity of going to Slytherin that afternoon.

“Well?” She tapped her free fingers on her elbow.

“Um, I also wanted to tell you I had a good time at the dance. Until you slapped me,” he laughed nervously.

Millicent watched him fidget, deciding how much she wanted to make him squirm. She was miffed about the whole wanking in front of her incident. But he’d apologized, which was more than she expected. And she hated to admit it, but she did have a good time at the dance. She just wasn’t sure she could swallow her pride. Or harder still, take the ridicule of dating a Hufflepuff from her Housemates. Dating? She mentally shook her head. He hadn’t even asked her out. Maybe he was simply trying to be nice. There weren’t too many boys queuing up to date Millicent.

He was looking at her expectantly.

“Sorry?”

He licked his dry lips. “I asked if you did. If you had a good time, until you found out it was me.”

Take a chance and admit she did, or shoot down the only prospect she’d had in a while? It was a tough call.

“Yes,” she finally answered. “I suppose I did.” By this time she was examining her fingernails with great intent.

He tried to suppress a smile. “Do you think we could start over? Pretend the wand parties never happened?”

“Start over how?”

“Uh, he-he, I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He blushed. “Hogsmeade? Are you doing anything this afternoon?”

“You’d want to go with me? Even after I was mean to you?”

“I know you Slytherins have a reputation for being snobbish and mean. But I think it’s a front. You weren’t like that at all at the dance. You were nice and charming and funny. I think that was the real you. And I liked it.”

She smiled. He was partly right. Though she knew she wasn’t as winsome as he was making her out to be. “And is it the same with you? You don’t normally go around wanking in public?” He blushed again. “I’m teasing. Actually, you’re not that different than you were at the dance. Maybe not as confident.”

“I wish I could wear a mask all the time,” he confessed.

“I wish I could wear a corset all the time,” she chimed in.

“I like curves,” he said quietly.

The first time he mentioned it, it was insulting. Somehow, the second time he said it, she found it less so.

“Okay,” Millicent said, looking down at the flowers. The first flowers she ever got from a boy. “I’ll go with you to Hogsmeade.”

“You will? Brilliant. I just need time to change,” he grinned. “I’ll be right back.”

“Give me half an hour,” she said.

“Great.”

“And meet me in the Entrance Hall,” she suggested. She wasn’t quite ready for her Housemates to start in on her before there was anything to tease her about.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

December 7 1998

Draco could feel the stare from across the table in the library. He tried his best to ignore it. Continuing to write, Draco glanced back and forth between the parchment he was working on and the notes Harry had taken earlier.

“Potter, stop staring at me,” the Slytherin said without looking up.

A smile slowly grew on Harry’s face. He was supposed to be copying down the procedure for their potion. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy across the table from him. The way the fringe fell over his eyes, the straight line of his nose, the curve of his lips. Harry felt the stirrings of desire the longer he stared.

Redirecting his attention, Harry continued writing the steps to the potion. He didn’t get very far before his gaze traveled back to the blond.

“You’re staring again,” Draco said, without looking up, the concentration visible on his face.

Harry literally shook his head, in an attempt to focus. He was able to copy down much of it before his thoughts wandered again.

With a small smile on his lips, Harry silently pulled his foot out of his shoe. He took a quick peek around. There were a few students in the library, but most of them were deeply focused on their own potion essays. Harry’s foot slid leisurely across the floor, searching for its target. It gently bumped against Draco’s shoe.

Draco looked up at Harry, who maintained the illusion of copying his work. Deciding it was nothing, Draco set back to his task. He wanted to finish their essay that night, so they could begin making their potion on Tuesday.

Harry could barely hold back his grin as his foot found the hem of Draco’s trousers and began to slide upward. He kept his eye on the blond, studying his face for any sign that Harry was breaking his concentration.

The very corner of Draco’s mouth raised, ever so slightly. He quietly addressed Harry again, without looking up.

“You know, Potter, the faster we get finished here, the faster we’ll have free time.” The smile on Draco’s face grew. “And I’m just about done. I guess I’ll have to start without you.”

Looking down at his parchment, Harry figured it would take him another fifteen minutes or so to copy the rest of the potion procedure. He heard papers shuffling and watched Draco as he began to pack up.

“You’re finished already?”

Smirking, the Slytherin answered. “I wasn’t fooling around when I was supposed to be working.”

“But . . . are you really leaving?”

Draco packed his things, winked and whispered, “You know where I’ll be.”

He left Harry with his mouth hanging open, in the middle of the library. A few moments of blinking blankly, then Harry found himself quickly scribbling the rest of the potion formula. He smirked when he glanced at the clock. Less than eight minutes. He wondered how far Draco had gotten without him. The thought sent a shiver through his spine, imagining his partner stripping and stroking himself in preparation.

Trying to ignore his growing problem, Harry swiftly gathered up his papers and rushed out of the library.

He stood in front of the Potions room, catching his breath after running the whole way. Harry composed himself as best he could, then disengaged the charms on the door. Before stepping all the way in, Harry was seized by his tie and pulled against a firm body.

“Took you long enough, Potter,” Draco breathed. His hands immediately found the button on Harry’s trousers and undid it, sliding the zipper down at the same time. Harry groaned when those hands wrapped around his cock inside his pants.

At the same time Harry’s hands were busy on their own, running up under Draco’s shirt. Frustrated by the lack of room, Harry’s fingers went instead to the buttons, freeing Draco from his shirt. The pair continued to undress one another until both were completely nude, their clothing, a pile on the floor by the door.

Draco grabbed Harry by the shoulders and walked him backwards toward a small, fluffy mattress he had conjured. They fell together, kissing and running their hands over smooth, taut bodies.

Breaking the kiss, Draco leaned back. “You did finish, didn’t you?”

Harry laughed. “Do you think I dare come here if I didn’t? But it may not be the neatest.”

“Good enough, I’m sure,” Draco said hurriedly and placed his lips over Harry’s. He moaned into the brunet’s mouth as they brought their bodies closer together, trapping erections between them. Bumping and grinding, the boys took their time building toward release.

Finally taking the lead, Harry kissed his way down Draco’s body, eventually closing his lips around Draco’s cock. While his right hand fondled the nearest nipple, his left found its way below the blond’s bollocks. Harry fingered the opening, making the Slytherin gasp.

Harry whispered a spell, then accioed a hidden bottle of lube, readying Draco for a finger. Then two. Pumping in and out. In and out. Slowly, in and out.

“Oh, mmm, yeah.”

Harry could only hum in response, as his mouth was occupied. It served to help bring Draco closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Harry. I’m--”

Draco didn’t get a chance to finish that thought as his climax washed over him. His body stiffened and he clutched Harry’s hair tightly.

“Ow,” the brunet chuckled.

“Fuck. Sorry,” Draco grinned. He didn’t look very sorry. “Your fault. But I’ll give you a chance to get back at me.”

Harry licked his lips. “All right,” he murmured.

“What would you like?” Draco asked.

“Surprise me.”

Grinning, the Slytherin pushed Harry onto his back and returned the favor. In the back of Harry’s mind, he couldn’t help wondering how it would feel if Draco’s cock were inside him, rather than his fingers. He thought he should like to find out. Perhaps not that night, but soon.

As they lay together afterward, Harry played with Draco’s hair while he gazed at the blond’s face.

“You’re staring again.”

Harry smiled. “I wonder if I always thought you were handsome.”

Draco turned his head. “What?” he laughed. “You called me ferret face. I don’t think you’d call someone you found attractive ferret face.”

Sighing, Harry replied, “I know. That was just because we were being mean. But you really are handsome. I could stare at you for hours. I have, actually. Oh, that sounded creepy.”

“It’s not as if I haven’t spent time ogling you.”

Harry laughed heartily. Draco hadn’t cracked a smile.

“What.” Harry frowned.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

Draco leaned up on an elbow. “You really don’t know how good-looking you are.”

“Stop.” The Gryffindor elbowed his partner and grinned sheepishly. “I’m scar-head, remember? Four eyes.”

Draco scowled.

“It’s okay. I guess you’re not as shallow as me, going after the best looking boy at Hogwarts.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have good taste in men? Because I assure you, I have the best taste in everything.” Draco sat up and looked down at Harry. “You are the most striking man--person, I have ever seen. And you don’t even realize it. It only makes you more appealing.”

Harry looked away, uncomfortable with the compliment. Draco pulled Harry’s chin, forcing him to look up.

“It’s just one of the many things I like about you.”

Smiling tentatively, Harry said, “Still, perhaps it’s time to get rid of these.” He picked up his glasses from where they had been tossed earlier.

“No, I like the glasses.”

A puzzled look crossed Harry’s face. Nobody likes glasses.

“Everyone else has to look at your eyes through those. I’m the only one who gets to really see them as they are now,” Draco explained. “I think you’re very handsome.” Draco whispered and leaned down to kiss Harry, “Beautiful, even. Believe that.”

Harry swallowed. “All right,” he said quietly.

“Oh, fuck, what time is it?” Draco suddenly got up. He rooted through his trouser pockets for his watch. “I was supposed to help Blaise with something for his essay. He’s going to fucking kill me.”

Getting up and dressing as well, Harry tried to calm him down. “If I know Ginny, she’s working on whatever issue they might have. She wants to win as badly as any of us.”

“You’re probably right, but I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.”

“Go, I’ll clean up here,” Harry offered.

Draco paused at the door and turned to look back at Harry. “Believe it, Harry,” he smiled, and swiftly ran to his House.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Ginny was walking out of Slytherin as Draco was attempting to get in.

“Oh, hi,” she said, startled.

“Were you just working with Blaise?”

“Yes, why?”

“Is he pissed off at me?” Draco asked.

“Should he be?”

“Well, I was supposed to help with your essay. He said he couldn’t find enough information about sopophorous.”

Ginny laughed. “I’m best friends with the walking library. Did you really think we wouldn’t be able to get that information without your help?”

“Oh. Then, brilliant. Good for you,” he said sarcastically.

“Yes, it is,” Ginny smirked. “And we’re going to kick your arse Friday on the potion contest. You should have stuck with Blaise. Harry’s not very good at potions.”

Ready to defend Harry, Draco could feel the anger rising. He had to remind himself not to say anything foolish. “Potter is adequate at potion making.” He grinned, “And my brilliance more than makes up for it. But good luck anyway.”

She walked past him. “We won’t need it.”

Draco continued on into his common room, wondering what on Earth Harry ever saw in her. He found his dormitory door locked already and sighed. Blaise and Harper didn’t waste any time. Resigned to sleeping on a couch, Draco got ready for bed and settled on the one nearest the fire. As he watched the flames dance, he thought back on the evening. Harry referred to him as the best looking boy at Hogwarts. He wondered if he really meant that. Not that Draco was falsely modest. He knew he was quite attractive. He also knew that he had little to do with that. His looks came from his exceptionally handsome father. But Harry seemed truly surprised and embarrassed that Draco would say the same of him.

Draco sighed and silently berated himself for his mooney-eyed behavior. Malfoys were the sort to be sought after, not the one to follow others like a puppy dog. He couldn’t help himself around Harry. Draco had never felt the need to reassure a lover before. But he didn’t want to let this one get away.

He fell asleep with visions of emerald eyes in his head. And he didn’t even care that he was once again relegated to the uncomfortable sofa.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“Avada Kedavra!”

“No! Ron!” Hermione’s voice screamed from somewhere.

Draco stood, wand extended toward the place Ron was standing. Except that Ron was no longer standing.

Harry awoke with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. His heart raced as he glanced over to Ron’s bed, where the ginger peacefully lay. Harry sat very still until he was certain he could hear his friend breathing rhythmically and he was satisfied that Ron was indeed merely sleeping.

He’d had the dream one other time. But as he recalled, Draco shouted ‘Stupify’ not the killing curse. It was the only dream in which the circumstances grew more grim. The others began seemingly disturbing, then became more and more benign as they progressed. And it was such a small fragment of a dream, Harry was barely able to remember much about it. The setting was familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place it.

There had to be some logical explanation for Draco holding a wand to Ron for any reason, much less using an unforgivable. There just had to be.

Thanks to a new calming draught Draco brewed for him, Harry drifted off again. He couldn’t afford to lose sleep this week. Not with the Potions contest coming up. Not if he and Draco were going to beat Hermione and Ron. Or Ginny and Blaise. More than that, he didn’t want to let his new partner down. No matter what dreams Harry had about him.

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