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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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December 11 1998

“Put it in now, Harry.”

“Not yet. It says to wait until just before it boils.”

“But if we put it in too late, we’ll ruin it.”

“Same thing if we put it in too early.”

“But someone’s going to beat us.”

The conversation seemed to repeat over and over, until Harry saw a lone bubble form at the bottom of the cauldron and finally said, “Now.”

Harry poured in the flobberworm mucus. Draco waved his wand over the cauldron.

The pair leaned over the potion and watched. The liquid began to bubble. They held their breaths in anticipation. Before their eyes, the potion thickened and turned light pink in color.

“Harry, I think you did it,” Draco said cautiously.

“We did it,” Harry corrected. He raised his hand. “Professor, we’re finished. I think it’s right,” he said tentatively.

A few grumbles could be heard, but students kept working on the off chance Harry and Draco’s potion wasn’t right.

Professor Slughorn looked over the boys’ potion and gave it a small taste. “Well done boys,” he pronounced. “The rest of you keep going. This potion is still graded,” the professor reminded them all. In the back of the room, Ernie and Mandy’s potion exploded.

Draco grinned widely. “We won!” he said to Harry as if Harry hadn’t figured it out. On impulse, Draco grabbed either side of Harry’s face and kissed him squarely on the lips. “You’re brilliant,” he proclaimed.

Harry’s mouth dropped open as he stared at his not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend.

“Well, look happy,” Draco said. “We won. This is a good thing,” he laughed. “What’s wrong?”

Harry swallowed, trying to find his voice. “Draco? You just kissed me,” Harry said, barely above a whisper.

Blinking at first, while his brain processed Harry’s words. Slowly, he glanced around the room. Nearly every single pair of eyes was on him. His face reddened and his mouth gaped open, but no words came out.

Suddenly, Draco stood and ran for the door.

“Draco,” Harry called, but the blond was out the door and down the corridor before the second syllable was spoken.

Laughing uncomfortably, Professor Slughorn joked, “Well, it seems Mr. Malfoy was just a bit overexcited about his win. Hurry now, if you haven’t finished yet,” he told the rest of the class.

Not looking at anyone, including Ron and Hermione, Harry set about cleaning up his station without Draco. His mind was racing. What should he say if someone asks him what the fuck that was? Not if, when someone asks. That would be the question on everyone’s lips. He didn’t know if he should admit to the relationship or act as though Draco simply got caught up in the moment. He needed desperately to talk to the Slytherin before someone cornered him. Unfortunately for Harry, having to clean up by himself kept him in the classroom much longer than usual. But he was nearly finished.

“Harry?” Not finished soon enough.

Without even looking up, Harry answered. “Not one word, Finnigan. Not. One. Fucking. Word.”

Seamus wisely took Harry’s advice and walked away.

“Harry, are you all right?” Hermione and Ron approached.

“Just bloody perfect,” he answered sarcastically.

“Go,” Ron suggested. “We’ll finish up here for you. Go find him.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. He dropped what he was doing and rushed out of the classroom.

Once out of the room, Harry wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. He didn’t think Draco would go back to his House. His first thought was to try the Astronomy Tower. It took him a while to get all the way up there after starting off in the dungeons. He had plenty of time to think about what happened and what he wanted to do about it.

The Tower was empty when Harry arrived. Disheartened and a bit winded from the brisk walk up many flights of stairs, Harry paused to lean against the railing and look out at the view.

Maybe it wasn’t exactly the way they had planned to reveal themselves, but it was done. Sure, they could still concoct some sort of explanation. But really, people always believed what they saw. And what they saw couldn’t be construed as anything other than what it was.

Harry was relieved in a way. One of them accidentally putting an arm around the other, or holding a hand, or kissing was the thing he feared most. However, he thought it would be he himself that did it, not Draco.

Draco. Harry worried about him. He wasn’t sure where to look next. It was getting near supper and Harry began to make his way back to Gryffindor to meet Hermione and Ron. He decided to ignore anyone else that tried to talk to him as he stepped into the common room.

“Harry, thank goodness,” Hermione smiled, but still appeared worried. “Did you find him?”

Harry shook his head.

“Are you coming to supper with us?” Ron asked.

“I doubt he’ll be there, but I’ll go and look,” Harry replied.

A throat cleared behind them. The trio turned to find Seamus standing there.

Harry groaned inwardly while Ron poised ready to fight.

“I only wanted to say before that I’m sorry,” Seamus said, surprising Harry. “I’m sorry for teasing you about Malfoy. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was true. At least I’m assuming it’s true, or you would have thumped him good.”

Standing awkwardly in front of Seamus, Harry wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I mean, I don’t really have anything against it,” Seamus continued. “I have a cousin who’s a poof-- uh, gay.”

Harry opened his mouth to make a snide retort of some sort. Instead, he simply said, “Thanks.”

And in Harry’s mind, he was officially out.

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Rumors had spread like wildfire throughout the school by the time Harry, Ron and Hermione got to the Great Hall for supper. So many students stopped what they were doing to watch Harry walk in that he simply stood at the entrance. He looked around, and seeing that Draco wasn’t there, lost his nerve.

“Harry, you can’t let them intimidate you,” Hermione said as Harry turned to leave. “You have to eat.”

She linked her arm in his and led him to their usual spot. Ron walked in front giving the evil eye to anyone staring too long. He could be quite intimidating himself, when necessary. By the time they reached their seats, conversations had restarted. Harry didn’t need three guesses as to what the primary topic was.

Ginny watched the trio as they approached. She had many questions for Harry, but kept quiet until he sat down and finally looked up.

“Is it true? What everyone is saying.”

“That depends on what everyone is saying,” Harry replied.

Ginny took the direct approach.

“I saw Malfoy kiss you in class. What I didn’t see was you punch him out, as I thought you might.” Ginny paused. “Well?”

“I didn’t hear a question in there,” Harry remarked. He still hadn’t made eye contact with her.

“Let’s just eat,” Hermione suggested. Ron had already begun to dig in, but Ginny continued to stare at Harry.

Without looking in her direction, Harry addressed her. “Why don’t you just come out and ask me what you want to know.”

“Did you . . . break up with me so you could go after him?” she asked quietly.

Harry’s head snapped up. “What? No. Ginny, I swear. When we broke up, I didn’t even know . . . “ He trailed off. His shoulder slumped a bit. “I’m gay, Gin. But I was confused and I didn’t realize it back then. And I am seeing Draco.”

Ginny sat with her mouth poised to speak, unsure of what to say.

Harry looked past her to the other Gryffindors, who were attentively listening in.

“Did you hear that? Did I say it loud enough for you? Go on, tell everyone. I don’t care,” he said angrily. He turned to the table behind him, at the students brazenly listening in. “I don’t care what any of you think. Draco and I are seeing each other. So what?”

“Harry, calm down,” Hermione said.

“I’m not going to calm down. I’m tired of everyone having to know my business.” Harry stood up. “But if they want to know, then I’ll tell them.”

He looked over the hall as students began to look back up at him. “You want to know so badly? Fine. I’m bent, a poof, gay, homosexual, a bender, a fairy or whatever you like to call it. And I’m not ashamed. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Is everybody satisfied?” He held up his arms to emphasize his point. Without waiting for a response to his rhetorical question, Harry made his way to the entrance of the Great Hall, which remained in silent shock. The only other movement came from Pansy, who intercepted him before he could escape.

“What?” he barked at her.

Instead of returning the favor, she smiled. “Good for you. And Draco. You shouldn’t give a rat’s arse what any of them think.”

Harry’s demeanor softened. “Do you know where he is?”

Pansy shook her head. “I’ve looked. He didn’t come back to Slytherin.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw someone stand up. It was a Ravenclaw boy named Stewart, a few years behind Harry.

“Harry,” he swallowed. “If you can be brave enough, I can too.”

It was as much of a confession as the poor boy could get out. Pansy shot a look to Blaise and subtly waved for him to stand as well. She saw him mouth something to Harper and the pair of them stood. Slowly, throughout the hall, several other students stood.

“Thanks, Harry,” Susan Bones said as she stood.

In all, nine students stood amongst their classmates. Some, well known for their sexual preferences, some acknowledging for the first time publicly.

Ron glanced about and rose to his feet.

“Ron, what on Earth are you doing?” Hermione tugged at his sleeve.

“Supporting Harry,” he answered. “Well, come on,” he addressed his House. “Stand up for him.” He motioned for the Gryffindors to join him.

Extremely proud of her man, Hermione stood, as did Ginny, Dean and most of the table, including Finnigan. The other Houses followed suit, the ones choosing to remain seated far outweighed by those standing.

The professors watched as the act of solidarity unfolded before them. Hagrid was the first professor to stand. The rest joined in turn.

“Professor Flitwick,” Hagrid furrowed his brow and put his hands on his hips.

“I am standing,” Flitwick protested.

“Oh, right. Sorry professor.”

Meanwhile, feeling overwhelmed, Harry asked Pansy to package up some food for Draco and take it back to Slytherin. He assured her that he would find him and bring him back. Harry hurried out of the hall.

Harry had tried everywhere in the castle he could think of, and still hadn’t found Draco. He found himself back in the Entrance Hall, trying to decide where to look next. Supper was over and the stragglers were still coming out of the Great Hall.

Frustrated, Harry sat on the bottom of the marble staircase, propped his elbows on his knees, and dropped his head in his hands. Concerned students walked by, glancing at him, but none had the nerve to speak to him.

Approaching footsteps prompted Harry to look up. Finally, he saw Draco coming down the dimly lit hallway leading from the classrooms. He stood, watching, then grew impatient and began to run toward Draco.

Draco, certain Harry was going to hit him, stopped, tensed his shoulders, squeezed his eyes shut and braced for impact. Harry’s embrace nearly knocked him over.

“I was so worried about you,” Harry said into Draco’s hair. “Where have you been? You’re freezing.”

“Out in the courtyard. It’s getting quite cold outside.”

“Don’t you ever do that again,” Harry scolded as he released the blond.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you in front of everybody.” Draco lowered his head.

Harry shook his head. “No, not that. I meant running away and not telling anyone where you were going. I wasn’t angry about what happened in Potions. Well, I was a little upset about you leaving me to deal with the aftermath alone.” He leaned forward.

Draco stepped back and glanced around. “Harry,” he whispered. “There are other students around. They’re watching.”

“I don’t care.” Taking a step forward, Harry didn’t let Draco get away the second time. His hand held Draco’s head in place while he gently kissed lips parted in surprise. When Harry pulled back, he grinned. “I’m out.”

“What?” Draco’s eyebrows raised high. Harry was full of surprises. “What happened?”

Chuckling lightly at the events, now that they were past, Harry told him, “Well, everyone expected me to punch you or curse you, or something. When I didn’t, the gossip started. I was able to ignore most of it at first. Ron and Hermione cleaned up for me so I could look for you.”

“But if it’s just gossip, how are you out?”

“I sort of made an announcement at supper,” Harry admitted sheepishly as he recalled Draco’s imitation. “Although, I didn’t quite do it the way you would have me do it.”

“I take it, you left out the part about wildflowers,” Draco smirked.

“I wasn’t nearly as polite as that.”

“You’re serious? You really announced it at supper?” Draco questioned. “I thought you were joking.”

“Unfortunately not. But it’s all right. Most everyone was supportive. I think a few others came out as well.”

“Always the hero, eh Potter?” the Slytherin teased.

For a moment, they simply stared at one another, realizing the implications of Harry’s actions. They no longer had to hide. No longer had to pretend they didn’t have feelings for each other.

Harry cleared his throat. “I, um, told Pansy to pack you up some food. You must be hungry.”

“Yes, I must be,” Draco said. The look in his eye made Harry think he wasn’t talking about food.

Draco quietly took Harry by the hand and led him down the stairs toward the dungeons. Pansy threw her arms around her friend the moment he stepped through the passage way.

“Dra, don’t ever run away again.”

“Harry already gave me a lecture, Pans.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you have my supper?”

She took out a napkin filled with buns, chips and a piece of apple pie. “I didn’t take any pork, sorry.”

“This is great. Thanks.” Draco couldn’t help glancing around nervously. He could feel the other Slytherins that were milling about, watching him and Harry while he ate.

Pansy sat down on the sofa on the other side of Draco from Harry. “We were planning to have a small Slytherin get together tonight. But we can make it a coming out party instead,” she bounced.

Looking at Harry while answering her, Draco said, “I think we’ll have a more private celebration if you don’t mind.” He balled up the napkin with the remaining food, and grabbed Harry’s hand. Dragging Harry with him as he threw the napkin in the trash, Draco made a point to walk past Blaise.

“I may forget to remove the locking charm,” he whispered.

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Harry nervously followed Draco into the Slytherin Seventh and Eighth Year dormitory. He’d never been in another house’s dormitory before.

Glancing around, it looked very much like his own, except for the excess of green. Draco sat on his bed and watched Harry as he examined items around the room. He smiled at Harry’s obvious uneasiness. The normally agile and confident Chosen One dropped several of Draco’s belongings and walked into the foot of the bed. Fortunately, nothing was broken and Draco took pity on him, patting the bed beside himself.

“Your roommates won’t mind me being here?”

The blond shook his head. “It’s just the four of us. Me, Blaise, Nott and Harper. Nott will find another place to sleep. He usually does. And Zabini owes me.”

“Oh.”

“Harry, relax,” Draco chuckled. “This isn’t really any different than going to the Potions classroom.”

But it was. It was very different for Harry. Meeting in secret in a neutral location kept them on even footing. At the moment, Harry was in Draco’s territory. And of course, now that everyone knew they were together, everyone knew what they were doing. Or at least, they thought they knew. Harry suddenly felt the pressure to live up to that expectation.

“So, what happened after I left class?” Draco broke the tense silence. “Did Slughorn tell you anything more about the dinner party?”

Relaxing just a bit, Harry laughed. “No, but what he said about you was sort of funny.”

“Oh, God, what did he say?”

“Nothing that bad. He just said you must have gotten overly excited about the win. I wonder what he’ll say when he hears about us.”

“He’s probably an old queen himself,” Draco snickered. Harry laughed as well, thinking Draco could very well be correct.

Silence overtook the room once more as Harry fidgeted and picked at his fingernails.

“Harry?”

The brunet slowly looked into the Slytherin’s eyes, certain he knew what Draco was going to ask him.

“I want you to fuck me,” Draco whispered.

“What?”

“I want you to---”

“No, I heard you,” Harry interrupted. “I, I thought you wanted me to be the one . . . you know, who takes it,” he said in all sincerity, looking down embarrassedly at his hands.

Trying his hardest not to laugh at Harry’s naïveté, Draco smiled. “The term is bottom. And I would love you to bottom for me. But what I want tonight, right now, is for you to fuck me.”

Remaining quiet, Harry considered Draco’s proposal. The mere thought of it began to arouse him.

“If you’re ready,” Draco added. “Is that something you’re ready for?”

“Fuck, yes,” Harry answered. Casting his inhibitions aside, he leaned forward and kissed Draco. The blond tasted faintly of apple pie and Harry was eager to explore his mouth fully.

As they snogged, Harry loosened Draco’s tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He continued the undressing until Draco wore only the tie. He undressed himself while Draco watched.

“You look really sexy in just that tie, but I’m afraid it will get in the way.” Harry smirked and pulled it up over the blond’s head and tossed it next to the pillow.

“And I don’t think you’ll need these.” Draco removed Harry’s glasses and placed them next to the tie.

The anticipation was almost palpable. Harry leaned in again, this time pushing Draco onto his back. He kissed the pale, lean neck, and down to the collar bone. Lingering for a moment or two, Harry sucked until he left a small mark.

“Marking your territory, Potter?”

“Yes, you’re mine. I want everyone to know.”

The boys kissed and fondled one another, enjoying and prolonging the excitement of their first time together. Harry was anxious to get on with it, but after the patience Draco had shown him over the past two months, he figured he could show a little patience himself.

Finally, Draco sat up. “I’m ready. Accio, lube.” He poured a generous amount into his hand and stroked Harry’s achingly hard cock, coating it thoroughly. “Harry, do the spell,” he breathed.

Harry gladly complied.

Handing Harry the bottle of lubrication, Draco advised him, “You’ll have to prepare me. Just do what you did the other night.” Draco swallowed. “Except, you may need to use three fingers.”

Harry and Draco had been moving toward this moment slowly, but surely for the past couple of weeks. Since Draco had introduced Harry to the joys of rimming, the pair had graduated from tongues to fingers.

Harry looked at his hand, then at his cock. He had only pleasured Draco with two fingers up until that point. That didn’t quite measure up to Harry’s erect appendage, either in length or girth. He worried that the experience would be unpleasant for his lover.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry questioned, to be certain.

“Yes, Harry, come on. Fuck me, now.”

The Gryffindor poured some lube on his fingers and got to work. Though he knew part of the reason Draco squirmed was the initial discomfort, he enjoyed the way he writhed under his touch. Soon, Draco was prepared as much as he would be.

“Lie down,” Draco ordered, and pushed Harry back onto the bed, his head at the foot of the mattress. “I think it will be better if I have control.”

The blond straddled the brunet, placing himself over the pole-like erection. Gradually, ever so carefully, Draco lowered his legs, bringing him down, covering Harry like a sheath. Both boys groaned as Draco’s bum came in contact with Harry’s bollocks.

“How does it feel?” Harry asked, concerned.

“Odd. But at the same time, good.”

Harry’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “You look incredible sitting there atop me. Feels incredible, too.”

Draco rested his hands on Harry’s chest and lifted his hips up, then slid back down. The pair groaned together once again. It was difficult for Harry to resist pushing his own hips forward, but he wanted to let Draco go at his own pace. He watched as the blond raised and lowered himself, moaning loudly with each movement.

Harry reached out and stroked the cock bouncing teasingly in front of him. The moans Draco made turned into whines, becoming louder and higher in pitch as his pace increased.

“Oh, fuck, Harry. I’m gonna cum already,” the Slytherin said breathlessly. The motions of their lovemaking continued for only another few seconds or so, then Draco threw his head back, and let out several loud groans as he came onto Harry’s chest. Normally, Draco wasn’t as vocal as Harry, and the brunet enjoyed hearing the pleasured cries. As the tension left Draco’s body and he came to his senses, he noticed Harry simply staring up at him.

“I’m sorry that was so quick,” the blond offered sheepishly. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Don’t apologize. I love watching you cum. It turns me on. Even more than I was already.” Harry lifted onto his elbows and motioned for Draco to come closer so he could kiss him. “Are you all right . . . to continue?” Harry asked tentatively. Draco’s arse around his cock felt better than any snatch ever did and he wanted nothing more than to thrust into it over and over.

Nodding, Draco answered, “My legs are a bit shaky, though. Maybe we could switch?” He lifted off completely and lay back on the pillow. He spread his legs and waited for Harry to dive in.

Pouring a bit more lube, just to be safe, Harry grabbed onto himself and guided his cock back into his lover. Though the position was a familiar one, the feeling of Draco’s exceptionally tight arse made the experience uniquely intense. As Harry pumped in and out, his hands roamed Draco’s perfectly toned body. His thumb raked a pert nipple, causing the blond to gasp.

Taking his time, Harry found a gentle rhythm, rocking the pair together. Draco’s hand took hold of his own bollocks and squeezed. He was becoming aroused again as Harry licked and sucked at his skin. His other hand softly ran up and down Harry’s back in time with their rocking motion. Draco pulled on his now fully erect penis adding to all the other sensory pleasures of the moment. When Harry leaned down for better leverage, the Slytherin’s mouth found his neck and suckled.

“Draco,” the brunet whispered.

“Mmmm,” the blond responded.

Harry used his toes to anchor himself and began to thrust harder and more deeply into his lover’s arse.

“Yeah, oh, fuck, yeah,” he mindlessly murmured. The bed post banged against the wall as Harry pushed more frantically. If he could have gotten his entire being inside Draco, he would have. Draco grimaced occasionally, but didn’t complain, still forcefully tugging his own cock. It wouldn’t be long before it was over, and the pain accompanying Harry’s momentum was filled with enough pleasure for him to endure.

“Draco, I’m so fucking close.” Harry began to lean back and pull out.

“No.” Draco pulled him back against himself. “Come inside me.”

A few more pumps and Harry’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Draco. Aahh. Uuhh.” Harry pulled himself as close to Draco as he could possibly get while spewing cum into him.

Meanwhile, Draco gasped, “I’m gonna fucking cum again.” And he did, this time on his own chest, with a bit less flourish than the first time.

Harry pulled out and collapsed on top of his lover, burying his face in his baby soft hair. His body tingled with excitement and he could feel that he was flushed. While he came down from his orgasmic high, Draco kissed him wherever he could reach with his mouth.

When he was finally composed enough to speak, Harry pushed up on his elbows and gazed at the boy beneath him. There was something he wanted to say. He nearly did. But he knew it would change the nature of their relationship, and so, instead, he said, “That was the most amazing shag, ever. In the history of shags.” He grinned. “Was it good? For you, I mean. It was amazing for me.”

The corner of Draco’s mouth raised. “It wasn’t good. It was bloody fantastic.” He laughed. “I might be walking a bit wonky tomorrow, though.”

“Did I hurt you?” Harry voice was filled with concern.

Draco shook his head, then decided to be truthful. “Well, maybe just a tiny bit. That thing’s bigger than it looks.” He glanced down between them. “It was anyway,” he chuckled.

“You can’t complain. You came twice,” Harry pointed out. “I’ve never made a girl do that.”

“Because you don’t really like girls. You only like me,” Draco teased.

The expression on Harry’s face became more serious. “You’re right. I only like you. And you only like me, right?”

“Self confidence wavering, Potter? Even after that?” Draco attempted to keep the banter light.

“I’m serious.”

Sensing the earnestness in Harry’s voice, Draco tried to reassure him. “Yes, I only like you.”

“So, should someone ask, I can call you . . . my boyfriend?”

Draco blinked. “I thought I was already.”

A slow grin spread across Harry’s face. “Just making sure.”

He hovered over Draco and leisurely swept his tongue across his lips. Harry felt happier than he ever had. Possibly in his entire life. He was going to spend the night in his lover’s arms and wake up to a whole new world.

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