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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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October 4 1998

Several weeks into the school year, most had settled into a routine. Ron and Hermione’s routine appeared to consist of her chastising him for not studying hard enough, and him marching off in a huff to play wizards chess. It was a game he knew she abhorred. She would always turn to Ginny or Harry for a sympathetic ear. But they had their own problems.

“Harry,” Ginny shook him awake. “You fell asleep again.”

“What?” He seemed disoriented as he looked around her room. “Oh, sorry,” he offered sheepishly.

Ginny crossed her arms over her scantily clad chest. “What’s wrong, Harry?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“You’re always tired,” she complained. “Am I not attractive?”

“You’re beautiful, Gin. Really, you are.” Harry averted his gaze from Ginny’s.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me. I just . . . I don’t know,” he stammered. He truly didn’t know why his interest in Ginny had waned. He had seen Ron and Hermione’s relationship falter without the adventure and excitement that had brought them together in the first place. He thought perhaps the same thing was happening with him and Ginny.

Ginny picked at her nails, avoiding eye contact with Harry. “If you don’t want me anymore . . . “ she swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. “Maybe, we should . . .”

“Break up? Is that what you want?” Harry asked.

“Is that what you want?”

He took Ginny’s chin in his hand and pulled it up until her eyes met his. “I do love you, Gin. But . . . I’ve been feeling . . . I don’t know, things seem different between us.”

“Like we’re just going through the motions? Because everyone expects us to stay together?”

“Is that how you feel, Gin?”

“I think the spark is gone.” She lowered her gaze.

Relieved that it wasn’t only him, Harry suggested they make it official.

“I guess it wouldn’t make sense for us to stay together, as a couple. You deserve someone who will make you happy. We should break up so you can find him.”

Even though she agreed, tears still came to Ginny’s eyes. She nodded her consent.

“But don’t dare think it’s because you’re not beautiful and wonderful. I’m telling you, it’s me, Gin. I just have some things to sort out.”

“Okay.”

They hugged and Harry left Ginny’s room to go back to Gryffindor house.

What the bloody hell is the matter with me? He thought. Maybe it’s simply the stress of the war. It takes time to recover from things like that. Right? He asked of himself.

He didn’t have an answer.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

October 7 1998

Potions class was nearing the end, and Hermione had just about completed her Shrinking potion. One dash of leech juice and three stirs, and she would win the contest.

“Finished!” someone yelled from across the room.

Hermione spun around to see who had beaten her, most likely by less than a minute. It was Draco. He had always excelled in Potions.

She silently fumed, but finished her potion anyway, in case something had gone wrong with Draco’s.

“Perfect,” Professor Slughorn announced. “Well done Mr. Malfoy. You have won the first prize of the year--a box of assorted candies from Honeydukes.”

It wasn’t the candy Hermione was jealous of. Hermione had set a goal for herself to win the most challenges in Potions this year. And she was not off to the start she had hoped for.

“Fear not, class. There will be many more challenges throughout the year.” Slughorn winked at Hermione. “Clean up, now, class is almost over.”

“You came in a close second,” Ginny tried to cheer Hermione up.

“You don’t get anything for second place, Gin.”

“I would be happy,” she smiled. “I had trouble with this one. I guess I’m a little distracted.”

“Still down about you and Harry?”

“A bit. But I know it was the right thing to do.”

On the way out of the classroom, Hermione stopped to congratulate Draco. “Well done, Malfoy.”

He looked up as he put away the last of his equipment. “Uh, thank you.”

“But be warned, I’m going to step it up next time. I plan on winning the most challenges this year.”

“I look forward to the competition,” he smirked.

Hermione hurried to join her friends on their way to lunch.

“Were you congratulating Malfoy?” Ron asked incredulously.

“Yes. He did win,” she explained.

“Yeah, but it’s Malfoy. Why would you go out of your way to be nice?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “He’s not the enemy any more, Ron. Grow up.”

He made a mocking face behind her back as they entered the Great Hall.

“Do you honestly think I don’t know what you’re doing, Ron?” Hermione plopped down at the table across from Ginny. Ron cautiously sat down next to her.

Harry wasn’t sure if he was still supposed to sit next to Ginny or not and he stood for a moment.

“Harry, sit. We’re still friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course.” He slowly sat down. “This isn’t going to be strange for you two, is it?” he asked, noticing the worrisome expressions on Ron and Hermione’s faces.

“No,” Ginny answered for them. “They’re fine with it. Right?”

“Fine,” Ron said, trying to look like he meant it. But secretly, he was worried it would soon become the girls against the boys. He was sure Ginny would start complaining about Harry behind his back. He had no doubt Hermione was already complaining about him.

Pansy Parkinson abruptly appeared at their table, wearing a smile and a very low cut blouse. The four Gryffindors all stared, wondering what she could possibly be doing there.

She placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. “We’re having a little get together in Slytherin Friday night.”

“And you’re telling us, why?” Hermione asked dismissively.

“Because we want you to come, silly.”

“Really. You want us to come to your House for a party?” Ron asked suspiciously.

“Well, it’s not just any party.” Pansy glanced around and leaned farther over the table toward Harry, her cleavage at his eye level. He couldn’t not look. “I can’t tell you here,” she whispered. “I’ll come to your common room tonight. Say, half-eight? Gather up the seventh and eighth years.”

“Okay,” Ron said, his eyes drawn to Pansy’s blouse. Hermione hit his shoulder, hard.

Pansy waved her fingers and pranced back to the Slytherin table.

“Disgusting,” Ginny sneered. “Did you see the way she flirted with you right in front of me?”

“I’m not interested in Pansy,” Harry told her. “And we broke up.”

“That’s not the point. You’re not thinking of going to their party are you?”

“Why not?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, why not?” Ron chimed in. “I thought you said they weren’t our enemies any more.”

Hermione snorted, “I didn’t say they were our friends, though.”

The four of them all looked over at the Slytherin table.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hear Pansy out,” Harry commented. “Maybe they could be our friends.”

Ginny huffed, thinking Harry was still preoccupied with Pansy’s prominently displayed cleavage.

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After supper that evening, Pansy and Blaise snuck up to Gryffindor tower. Seventh and eighth year students gathered in the dormitory that Harry shared with the other eighth year boys.

Pansy held their attention as she explained the rules of the party game, after they all swore an oath to keep it secret from the professors and younger students.

“The concept is simple, you drop your wand into a charmed cauldron, pick a number out of another cauldron and have fun at our party. At the end of the festivities, we start choosing wands out of the cauldron. The person with the lowest number chooses first, and so on, until half the wands are chosen. You retrieve a wand from the cauldron, and the person that belongs to the wand you choose is yours for the next eight hours.”

“Why only half the wands?” Seamus asked.

Pansy rolled her eyes, along with several others. “Because everyone will be paired up by the time half the wands are chosen. There won’t be any need. For example, if you choose my wand, I’m yours for the night. You then accio your own wand. Two wands are then spoken for. Understand?”

“Yeah,” Seamus smiled. “Mine for the night, to do what?” He wriggled his eyebrows.

“Whatever you please,” Pansy answered. “Though, there are rules. You must stay together for the entire eight hours, no farther than five feet apart. For the purposes of explaining all this, I’ll call the person who picks the wand the Chooser and then person who belongs to the wand, the Chosen. The chosen is obligated to the wishes of the chooser, with some exceptions. The chooser cannot make the chosen hurt someone. Unless that person is the chooser himself. I’m sure there are a few who enjoy a good spanking.”

Hermione blushed slightly when Ron lightly rubbed her bottom. Occasionally, she did enjoy a little slap.

Pansy continued. “The chooser cannot force the chosen to have intercourse. I’m sure there are more than a few virgins here in Gryffindor.” she sniggered. “If both parties consent, then by all means, have at it. But, all other sexual favors are obligatory. The chooser cannot force the chosen to perform illegal acts. Immoral, yes, but not illegal.”

“What if we’re asked to do something we don’t want to? What if we refuse?” Pavarti asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” Pansy smirked. “Because there will be consequences for refusal. You’ll have eight hours to fulfill your obligation to your chooser without repercussions. However, if you fail to please your chooser, one of three possible punishments will befall you. The word ‘loser’ will break out in boils on your forehead, you will grow an ass’s ears and tail, or my personal favorite, you will feel an uncontrollable desire to--how shall I put this--release some sexual tension whenever you hear a certain trigger word.”

“Trigger word?” someone inquired.

“A word that sets you off. And you won’t know what the word is until it happens. It would be something like wand, potion or spell, for example,” Pansy grinned. “I came up with that one.”

“For how long?”

“One week,” Pansy answered. “And you may possibly lose the right to attend future wand parties. Any more questions?”

Ron raised his hand. “Can we come to the party without putting our wand in?”

“No, it’s all or nothing.”

A few students grumbled. Like Ron, they were curious about going to Slytherin House, but didn’t want to commit to spending time with someone they may not know or even dislike strongly.

“But what if we really can’t stand the person we’re paired with?”

“That’s a possibility,” Pansy nodded. “But, what if you’re paired with someone you have a secret crush on? It’s all about getting to know each other better. All four Houses, seventh and eighth years will be invited.”

“What about sixth years?”

Pansy made a face.

“The sixth years are a bit inexperienced,” Blaise interjected. “So we thought we’d stick to the higher years.”

“Romilda’s not inexperienced,” Lavender snickered.

“Yeah,” Seamus agreed. “She’d be an excellent addition.”

Pansy and Blaise looked at each other, as if reading one another’s minds. He nodded almost imperceptibly. “All right. You may bring her. But make sure she understands the rules. I won’t be responsible if she gets in over her head.”

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“So, what do you think? Can we trust them?” Ron asked Harry.

“What? You’re not seriously thinking of going,” Hermione said, crossing her arms.

“I just want to see what a party at Slytherin is like.”

“But you can’t just go to the party, you have to participate in the game.”

Ron shrugged. “How bad could that be?”

“Ron!” Ginny scolded. “You’re willing to spend the night with another girl?” She saw the hurt on Hermione’s face.

“I might get Hermione’s wand. Maybe we can fix it so I do.”

“What if you can’t?” Harry asked. “I’m sure they planned it so it can’t be fixed.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna do anything with another girl. Pansy said we only have to spend time together.”

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I went then,” Hermione sneered. “Even if I chose Nott? Or how about Malfoy?”

Ron scowled. Nott’s reputation was legendary and Ron’s distaste for Malfoy went without saying. “You wouldn’t.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Wouldn’t I?”

“I can’t believe you two are even considering it,” Ginny said shaking her head. “Why would you subject yourself to that?”

“You’re not going to go then, Gin?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I’m going,” she replied. “But then again, I’m single.” She glared at Ron.

“Are you going Hermione?” Ron asked, his hands on his hips.

“If you go, I go,” she answered.

“Fine, then I won’t go,” he pouted.

“Fine. Me neither.”

And it was settled. At least it appeared that way. Ginny couldn’t help but be a little hurt that Harry wanted to go. It was a thinly veiled excuse to shag someone otherwise unattainable. Or perhaps a push in the right direction for the painfully shy. Ginny wasn’t ashamed to admit to herself that she was going to relieve her own sexual frustration. Of course she told her brother, it was merely curiosity -- she’d never been inside Slytherin House.

Pansy and Blaise traveled to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw to give the same address to those students. All in all, interest was mixed and many of the students were skeptical of the Slytherins. For the following two days, it was all the older students at Hogwarts talked about. By the time Friday rolled around, the anticipation was a distraction in all their classes. Girls giggled, discussing which boy’s wand they were hoping to choose. And whose they definitely did not want. Of course, most of the girls were hoping for a chance at Harry, now that he and Ginny had broken up. Low on the list, were Justin Finch-Fletchley and Michael Corner. But lowest were Blaise and Harper, who many suspected were homosexual. Few of the girls seemed to relish the idea of sharing their man with other men.

On the other hand, the boys, the straight ones at least, weren’t finicky. Most were wishing for someone easy, such as Pansy or one of the Greengrass girls. But they were willing to take anyone.

One thing they all agreed on, the evening held a lot of promise--for both pleasure and pain.

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