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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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October 9 1998

Friday night, beginning at nine-forty, pupils from the other three Houses began covertly streaming into Slytherin House. The lower year students were bribed into staying out of the common room during the two hours of party time. Twenty-six in all, ended up dropping their wands into the cauldron, and choosing a slip of parchment with a number on it.

At approximately nine forty-five, after everyone from Gryffindor who was going, was gone, Hermione sat in her room alone. For once, her mind wasn’t on the book in front of her. It was many floors below her, in the dungeons.

Ron had made plans to help Anthony Goldstein work on their Defense Against the Dark Arts project. And the pair headed for the library earlier that evening. Hermione, unable to concentrate on her own studies, decided to steal Ron away from Anthony for some much needed one on one time.

As she neared the library, Hermione heard whispering voices and ducked into an alcove.

“Would you quit being such a wanker. We’re just going to take a peek.”

“What if we get caught?”

Ron shrugged. “I guess they kick us out.”

Hermione stood silently fuming as the boys walked past her. She had actually started to feel sorry for Ron, having to do school work on a Friday night. Now she was ready to throttle him. She tiptoed behind them, staying in the shadows, all the way to the dungeons. Pansy was standing in front of the Slytherin passageway allowing students to pass through. She grinned when she saw Ron.

“I’m surprised Granger let you come,” she smirked.

“Hermione doesn’t let me do anything,” Ron replied. “I do what I want to do.”

“Is that why we’re sneaking around and you lied to Hermione?”

Ron jabbed Anthony in the ribs. “I didn’t lie. We were working in the library.”

“Are you coming in or not?” Pansy asked. “It’s almost time to start.”

Ron and Anthony craned their necks to try and see around Pansy.

“Looks like a good crowd,” Anthony commented. He spotted Romilda Vane. “I thought you said no sixth years.”

“Only Astoria and Romilda made the cut,” Pansy told him.

“Astoria’s in there? I’m in.” Anthony pushed past Ron and went inside.

“What about you, Weasley?” Pansy smirked. “Unless you’re afraid you’ll get in trouble,” she teased.

“I’m not afraid.” Ron glared, then walked past her into the common room.

Pansy looked around to see if anyone else was coming. It was two minutes before ten. She decided no one else was going to show up and started to walk inside.

“Wait,” a voice called.

Pansy turned around to see Hermione, not particularly dressed for a party.

“Well, you’re the last person I expected to see here. Scratch that, Weasley was the last person I expected.”

“I saw him go inside,” Hermione said. “I can’t believe he went in there.” She frowned.

“Don’t get mad, get even,” Pansy suggested. “Besides, I think we need one more to even it up.”

Hermione stood, considering it.

“Hurry up. It’s time.” Pansy jerked her head toward the party. “Come on already.”

Hesitantly, Hermione stepped in and the passageway closed behind her.

Ron swallowed, hard. “Mione. What are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same thing.”

“I, uh . . . I just wanted to take a peek, but then, Anthony went in . . . and I didn’t want to be the only one left out . . .”

“But you were going to leave me out,” Hermione hissed.

“No.” Ron looked down. He knew he was wrong. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“You probably will be,” Hermione said under her breath.

Pansy called for quiet. “Has everyone placed their wand in the cauldron? Anybody not done so yet?”

Ron and Hermione stepped forward. Pansy smirked as each of them deposited their wands. She gestured for them to select a slip of parchment from the other pot. Hermione reached in first and glanced at her number. Ron followed suit.

“What did you get?” he asked her.

“You’ll find out at the end of the party,” she said coldly. “I’m going to go mingle.” She turned on her heel and marched to the tub of cooling butter beers, grabbed one and joined a group of boys on the other side of the room.

“What are you doing here, Ron?” Harry appeared next to him. “I thought you two decided not to come.”

“I sort of accidentally came in. And she saw me and followed.”

“How do you accidentally show up to a party?” Harry laughed.

“Well, I’m here now. I may as well enjoy myself.” Ron picked up a butter beer and took a big swig. He noticed Harry looking at him with concern. “What?”

“You and Mione aren’t doing so well. This isn’t going to help.”

“I know,” Ron agreed. “But maybe this will tell us if we really want to be together or not.”

“How do you figure?”

Ron sighed. “I figure if we hook up with other people and regret it, maybe we’ll realize how much we belong together. If not, we might find new partners. Either way, Harry, we can’t go on just fighting all the time.”

Harry held up his bottle to clink with Ron’s. “Good luck, mate.”

Ron looked around for Hermione and saw that Ginny had now joined her group. It was going to be a long night.

Party goers drank and listened to music and socialized. The closer the hour of midnight drew, the more the tension grew. Nervous glances around the room gave away the apprehension most of the students were feeling.

Blaise shut down the music at exactly midnight and didn’t waste any time gathering the crowd.

“It’s time to start. Who’s got number one?” he asked.

No one stepped forward at first.

“Come on. Don’t be shy,” Blaise grinned. “It’s the best pick. The most to choose from.”

Finally, Lavender walked toward the cauldron. She handed Blaise her parchment, held her breath, closed her eyes and reached in. She pulled out a rather plain wand with a knobby end. Hermione gasped.

“Whose wand is this?” Blaise questioned.

Ron raised his hand. “Mine,” his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Mine,” he said with a bit more authority. A huge smile broke out on Lavender’s face. A scowl formed on Hermione’s.

“Accio wand,” Lavender said and her wand levitated out of the cauldron. She walked to Ron and handed him his wand, then linked her arm through his.

Blaise didn’t miss a beat and called for the next number. Justin Finch-Fletchley eagerly stepped forward. He drew Millicent Bulstrode’s wand, and neither looked particularly pleased. The wand choosing went quickly after that. Padma drew Theo’s wand, Michael Corner drew Parvati’s, and Dean drew Romilda’s. All of them appeared anxious, but not altogether displeased with their choices. However, when Anthony withdrew Ernie MacMillan’s wand, Ernie protested, to say the least.

“Wait a minute. That’s not fair. I’ll not be paired up with another bloke,” Ernie complained.

“You were never promised a girl,” Pansy reminded him.

“But it was implied.”

“Never,” she said calmly. “You were promised a partner for the evening. It had to be fair for everyone. Not everyone here at Hogwarts is heterosexual, you know.” Pansy grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I know of at least two Slytherin, and one Ravenclaw that are gay. And one Gryff I highly suspect. There’s a known Hufflepuff lesbian. And one Ravenclaw and one Gryff that I suspect are also lesbians. Not to mention a Slytherin bi. It wouldn’t be fair to them if they were guaranteed a partner of the opposite sex.”

“But I’m not gay. I don’t want to be Anthony’s partner.”

This time Anthony protested. “I’m not gay either.”

“Well, then, you see? It all works out. Next number,” Pansy called out. “Besides, its’ too late now. Your wands are bound.”

Ernie glared at her. “You should have told us we might get another bloke.”

Pansy ignored him and called again for the next number.

It was Hermione’s turn to choose. She got Daphne Greengrass’ wand. Most of the remaining boys grumbled. Many of them were hoping for a chance at who they thought was the prettiest girl in school. Hermione shrugged. Unlike Ron, she was certain she would be able to stay faithful.

Daphne’s sister, another coveted female, was spoken for when a known homosexual boy, Harper, pulled her wand. More grumbles from the boys.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ernie cursed. “What a fucking waste.”

“I have the next number,” Luna spoke up. She reached into the cauldron, capturing Seamus’ wand, which he seemed quite pleased about. She stood next to him. “We’re going to have fun tonight,” she told him.

Neville paled a bit when Pansy chose his wand. And Ginny looked disappointed to be paired with Blaise, especially because he was the chooser. She had a feeling she would be suffering the consequences for the following week.

Draco’s turn came and he withdrew a wand, frowning. “This is my wand,” he said.

“Then you have to put it back,” Pansy told him.

Harry’s mouth suddenly went dry as he tried to speak. “Actually, that’s my wand. Or at least the one I’ve been using. I almost forgot it used to be yours.”

“It still is,” Draco said sternly.

“Not technically. I disarmed you.”

“Sorry Dra,” Pansy said. “He’s right. If he put the wand in, it’s his. And he’s your partner for the night.” She was unable to stifle a giggle.

“Not funny, Pans,” he glowered at her.

That left only one more pair, Tracey Davis and Susan Bones. All of the guest had been paired up. Some to their delight, others to their irritation. Couples began dispersing in search of more private quarters. With a few exceptions.

“Well, this is awkward,” Hermione laughed nervously as she stood next to Daphne. The four same-sex couples looked to see what the others would do first.

“I’m not staying,” Ernie groused. He started to walk out but when he got more than five feet away from Anthony, he began to feel nauseous. Anthony did as well. The feeling only subsided when they moved closer together.

“Fuckin’ hell, don’t do that again,” Anthony scolded. “Let’s go to the kitchens and see if we can get something to eat. We got nothin’ better to do.”

“Yeah, all right,” Ernie agreed. They left, walking about as far apart as hey could manage without repercussions.

Tracey eyed up Susan. “I’m not doing anything with you, lesbot. So just forget about it.”

Susan blushed brightly. “You’re not my type anyway.”

“What type is that?”

“Nice.”

“Fine,” Tracey huffed. “Then let’s follow the boys to the kitchens. I’m hungry too.”

“Come on Granger,” Daphne smiled. “I’ve been dying to get at that hair for years. We’re going to fix you up.”

“Uh,” Hermione started to protest, but Daphne grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the girls dormitory.

Harry saw Ginny follow Blaise into the boys dormitory as the last few couples left the common room.

“Is Ginny safe with Blaise?” Harry asked.

“What do you mean, safe?”

“I mean, is he going to . . .”

Draco laughed. It was probably the first time Harry heard him laugh without it being at Harry’s expense. “Yes. She’s plenty safe. You know the homosexuals Pansy was talking about? He’s one of them.”

“Oh,” Harry nodded.

“You seem relieved,” Draco pointed out. “Are you sorry you broke up with her?”

“What?”

“I was just asking if--”

“I know what you said. It’s a rather personal question, don’t you think?”

Draco thought a minute. “If you answer my question, I’ll answer one of yours.”

The deal was intriguing. “Any question?”

“Sure, why not. But you have to answer honestly.”

Harry glanced at the chess set on a small table in the corner. “Do you play?” Draco nodded. “Why don’t we play a game to pass the time, and I’ll answer your question,” Harry suggested.

“I’ve got some firewhiskey, if you’re interested,” Draco smirked, thinking Harry would pass. He took the Gryffindor for a light weight.

“Great,” Harry smiled. “I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

They sat down and set up their pieces. Draco poured a shot of firewhiskey each and pushed Harry’s across the table toward him.

“Bottoms up,” Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows.

They both downed their drinks. Draco made his opening move and waited for Harry to either move a piece or answer his question.

Lost in thought, Harry scanned the chessboard for a long moment before moving a pawn.

“No. I don’t think I’m sorry we broke up,” Harry finally answered.

“You don’t think?”

“I mean, no, I’m not sorry. Things just weren’t working. What’s the point if it’s not fun, right?”

“Is that all the answer I’m going to get?” Draco asked as he moved another piece.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t think there’s anything more to say about it. I don’t know why it wasn’t working. It just wasn’t.” He paused before asking his question. As he moved one of his knights, he casually, and without looking at Draco asked quietly, “Were you afraid of him?” He knew he didn’t have to elaborate. Draco would know exactly which ‘him’ Harry meant.

Draco visibly tensed. He looked at Harry, who met his gaze, and gave a one word answer, “Terrified.”

In actuality, Harry was expecting some sort of false bravado. An answer to bolster Draco’s image. What he got was unexpected honesty. The look in Draco’s eyes was one of fear, and he didn’t try to hide it.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask you the same question.” Draco broke the silent tension. “The fearless Harry Potter. You were born to defeat him.” Draco intercepted Harry’s knight and took it.

“I was afraid all the time,” Harry corrected him. “And I wasn’t born to defeat him. I was made to, inadvertently by him. It was luck, most of it. And a lot of help from a lot of good people--”

“I’m sorry,” Draco interrupted Harry’s tirade. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was . . . it was a stupid joke.”

Harry roughly picked up a bishop and began to place it to check Draco’s King.

“You don’t want to do that,” Draco said before Harry let go of the piece.

“Why not? I’ll have your king in check.”

“Because I’ll take it with my queen in two moves and you’ll be in checkmate.”

Harry looked at the board. “Oh.” He retracted his piece and mulled over his next move. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Draco grinned. “It’s not your turn to ask a question. I can ask you another, so you can ask that one, if you’d like.”

“All right.”

“Did you really live under the stairs at your aunt and uncle’s house before you came to Hogwarts?” Draco chuckled quietly. “Or is that just a rumor?”

Harry laughed. That was not a question he expected. “Yes, it’s true. Once I discovered I was a wizard they started letting me live in the spare bedroom.”

“They had a spare bedroom the whole time, but made you live under the stairs?” Draco was in disbelief. “But they were family.”

“I was a freak to them. They knew about me, even though I didn’t. I was as much a freak in the muggle world as I was here.”

Harry made a move that wasn’t as bad as his previous one, but Draco easily won the game in the next several moves. Draco poured another shot for each of them.

“I never was that good at chess,” Harry confessed. “Ron beats me all the time.”

“Weasley? Hmm.” Draco drank his shot quickly. “You have to think several moves ahead, anticipate what the other person is going to do.”

Laughing, Harry told him, “I’m more of an act now, ask questions later, type of bloke. I would have been lost without Hermione.” He began putting the pieces of the game away. “So, why are you being so nice to me?”

“Would you rather I insult you?” Draco smirked.

“No, of course not. But it is a bit disconcerting,” Harry snickered.

“Potter, you and I have been at odds since the day we met. And it didn’t get either one of us anywhere. You certainly don’t have to be my friend but I don’t want to have enemies any more.”

“Friend? You think we could be friends?” Harry asked, his tone not quite how he meant it. He was simply surprised.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it.”

“And you’re already picking a fight,” Draco sighed heavily. “Forget I said that. I just don’t want to fight with anyone any more.” He glanced at the clock on the mantle. “It’s late. I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.”

He sat down on one end of the couch in front of the fireplace. Harry swiftly followed to avoid the nauseous feeling Ernie and Anthony experienced earlier. After all the butter beer and firewhiskey shots, Harry’s stomach was already churning a bit. He took a seat at the other end of the couch, perhaps three feet away.

Draco leaned his head back on the green and black leather sofa and closed his eyes. It wasn’t Potter’s fault. Draco said more than he wanted to and Potter wasn’t one to let things go easily. The moment was gone. They had been getting on like any other students would have until Draco felt vulnerable and had his little outburst. Why couldn’t he have just admitted that he would like for them to be friends? He could feel that Harry was watching him, but he pretended to fall asleep. In a few hours, the charm would wear off and they could go their separate ways again.

Harry sat watching Draco for a little while, thinking he would say something else. When he didn’t, Harry closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep at the other end of the couch. The Slytherin couches weren’t as comfortable as the Gryffindor ones. And Harry couldn’t stop thinking about what Draco said. Did he really want to be friends with Harry? Harry certainly didn’t think they were enemies any more. It was a bit like deja vu, like the first time they met. Harry had turned down Draco’s offer of friendship back then, with good reason. But now, things had changed so much. Malfoy had changed. Harry thought it probably took a lot for Draco to even bring it up. And it looked like Harry went and shot him down again. Harry decided to bring it up tomorrow, if Malfoy was still speaking to him, that is.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“Okay, darlin’. What do you have in mind?” Seamus asked Luna, wriggling his eyebrows.

“I thought we might sneak off into the forest,” she answered, smiling sweetly.

Seamus took her innocent act as just that, an act. “Why? There are plenty of places we can go to be alone inside the castle.”

“But there aren’t any blibbering humdingers inside the castle. We have to look in the forest for them.”

“Eh? Blibbering what?”

“Humdingers. Haven’t you heard of them?” Luna questioned. “Come on,” she said, taking Seamus’ hand. “I told you we would have fun tonight.”

“That’s not exactly the kind of fun I had in mind, darlin’. What do you say we skip the forest and go to my room?”

“And what ever would we do there?” Luna smirked. She batted her eyelashes and gave her best impression of an innocent doe.

“Aw, never mind,” Seamus grumbled. “Let’s just go to the fuckin’ forest.”

“Oh, good,” Luna squealed and dragged Seamus up to the main floor of the castle and the pair snuck out of the castle.

At that moment, Seamus was thinking even Ernie had gotten a better choice than him. At least he was getting a snack.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Justin Finch-Fletchley sat on the window seat in the Hufflepuff common room with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen?” he asked Millicent.

“I thought I would get somebody less . . . Hufflepuff,” she retorted.

“Come on,” he begged. “I’m not asking for much. Have a few more drinks and pretend I’m someone else.”

“It would take more than a few drinks, let me tell you,” She sneered. “I’m not touching you.”

“Okay, then, let me touch you.”

“No fucking way.”

“Give me a break here,” he said in frustration. “How about showing me a little something?”

Millicent crossed her arms over her breasts. “Sorry, you’re out of luck. Better come up with another plan.”

Sighing heavily, Justin sat watching Millicent as she leafed through a book she found on a small table. She sat down on the other side of the window seat. It was about as far away from him as she could get without getting that nauseous feeling. Although, sitting near him made her a bit nauseous as well. It wasn’t so much that he was unattractive, but he was a Hufflepuff for Merlin’s sake. She wouldn’t even consider it.

Even though Millicent wasn’t the prettiest girl and she certainly wasn’t small, Justin was disappointed with the way the evening had progressed. He had been looking forward to it and hoped it would help him in breaking the ice with the ladies. He knew he was regarded as somewhat geeky, but he just needed someone to give him a chance.

He watched Millicent as she ignored him. His hand stealthily made its way to the front of his trousers, behind the leg he had propped up to block her view. He had been randy ever since the wands had been chosen. The curly haired boy wondered if he would be able to slyly wank while she sat so near him. And if she did catch him, well, it would be her own fault for not wanking him when he asked her to.

Biting his bottom lip, Justin began to rub slow circles over his trouser covered penis. It didn’t take long for him to harden and become uncomfortable within the confines of those trousers. He carefully and gradually unzipped the fly part way, hoping Millicent didn’t hear the quiet but distinct sound. He kept his eyes on Millicent’s face as he reached inside his pants and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He never realized how difficult it was not to make any sounds while masturbating. He was also now realizing that his roommates most likely knew whenever he was doing it.

The small movements he was able to make weren’t going to get him off. Not anytime soon. He tried shifting without revealing himself, but Millicent glanced up at him from her book.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing,” he grunted.

“Then stop fidgeting.”

She continued to look at him, still annoyed that she got partnered with him. He was trying to wait for her to begin reading again, but she kept glaring at him. Finch-Fletchley didn’t know how much more he was supposed to take.

“Sod it all,” he groaned, and switched positions, exposing himself to her.

Millicent let out a screech. “Eeeww. What are you doing?”

“If you can’t tell, maybe I don’t want you to jerk me after all,” Justin muttered.

“I know what you’re doing. I just can’t believe you’re doing it in front me.”

“I wanted to do it with you.” He couldn’t take it any more and began rubbing himself. “Don’t look if you don’t like it. But I’m so fucking horny, I have to.”

He leaned back against the window frame and fully unzipped his trousers. Taking his hardened cock all the way out, he groaned loudly, now that he didn’t care. He swiftly massaged himself, closing his eyes and panting in short breaths.

Gasping sharply, Millicent turned her body away from him and reopened the book. She would never have admitted it, but hearing him moan and grunt as he pleasured himself, made her feel a bit randy herself. Several times, she peered over her shoulder to watch. He was well enough endowed to make her rethink her earlier assessment of the Hufflepuff. However, his current behavior was a deal breaker. Of course, it didn’t prevent her from taking peeks.

The moans grew into fevered pants, signaling the nearing of his climax. Millicent couldn’t help turning in her seat to watch. Justin had his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, just before a large gob of cum leapt onto his shirt, followed by two smaller ones. “Mmmmm.”

Millicent had never actually witnessed a boy cumming, though she’d had sex a couple of times. She was startled by the sudden spurt as well as turned on.

Finch-Fletchley smirked at the Slytherin girl. “Did you enjoy that? ‘Cause I sure did.”

“No, I didn’t enjoy it,” she lied. “You’re disgusting.”

Still clutching his wand in his other hand, he pointed it at the mess. “Scourgify.” He stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up his trousers. “Well, thanks for nothing,” he said. “I’m going to sleep.”

Justin leaned over toward his side and closed his eyes. Millicent, still somewhat shocked by his display, huffed and slammed the book shut before leaning back against the window frame. She was partly dismayed by the fact that she actually did enjoy watching. The last thing she remembered thinking before falling asleep was which punishment she would face in the morning.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Parvati sat with her hands in her lap, awkwardly looking around the Gryffindor common room. Anywhere but at Michael. He was doing just the same.

The pair had been sitting in front of the fire earlier, talking pleasantly and continuing to drink butter beer for the past hour. Being from different Houses, they knew little about one another and so they chatted about superficial things. Michael was a rather shy boy and hadn’t made any moves on the Gryffindor girl, though her thought her quite pretty. He had just started to stretch his arms above his head in a contrived move to put an arm around her, when they heard the banging. He quickly withdrew his arm and glanced around for the source. No one else was in the common room at the time, however, both the boy’s and girl’s Seventh and Eighth Year dormitories were occupied by wand party couples.

“Did you hear that?” Parvati asked.

Michael nodded. “It sounded like it was coming from up there.” He pointed toward the stairs leading to the boy’s dormitory.

The couple heard a new noise and decided to investigate. Parvati and Michael got up and walked toward the boy’s stairs. A squeaking sound became louder.

“It’s definitely coming from there,” Michael said. He began to ascend the steps with Parvati following closely behind, as she had no choice because of the game rules.

The squeaking and light banging noises were getting louder, the further up the stairs the pair got.

Parvati’s eyes widened as she suddenly realized what they were listening to. “We should go back,” she whispered and tugged on Michael’s arm.

“Wait,” he frowned, still having not figured it out.

Parvati wondered just how naive Michael was.

He finally figured it out when he heard the muffled voices.

“Oh, yes. Harder.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

The banging of a bed frame against the wall became louder. And now, right outside the Seventh and Eighth Year room, grunts and moans could be clearly distinguished.

“Faster. Move your fingers faster.”

“God, you’re so much tighter than I thought you’d be. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Michael and Parvati froze in embarrassment at hearing Dean and Romilda shagging rather vocally.

“No, don’t slow down. I’m almost there.”

Like deer in headlights, neither Parvati nor Michael made a move to leave, though neither really wanted to be where they were. The thumping of the head board sped up.

“Oh, yes! Dean, I’m cumming. Aaaaaah.” Romilda whimpered and panted, just seconds before Dean made a bit of noise of his own.

The commotion subsided, the thumping ceased. Parvati and Michael both blushed furiously, but neither saw, as they were both too embarrassed to look at the other. Michael was fervently praying Parvati wouldn’t notice the rather obvious bulge in his trousers. He needn’t have worried, she was too busy trying to cross her arms over her overly excited nipples. After several minutes of quiet, Parvati finally spoke.

“Well, I suppose we should go back to the common room.”

Michael nodded. “Yeah, all right.” He let her lead the way, so she wouldn’t notice him adjusting himself within his trousers. They sat back on the couch, Parvati with her hands nervously placed on her lap, awkwardly looking around the Gryffindor common room. Anywhere but at Michael. He did the same. The pair didn’t speak about what they heard or about anything else until Michael suggested they go to sleep, leaving both of them frustrated, but too timid to do anything about it.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

October 10 1998

Harry awoke with a start. He’d been having a disturbing dream, which he often did since the war. He slowly opened his eyes to find Draco’s face mere inches from his own. It took a few moments for him to realize where he was and why. Lying still so as not to wake Draco, he looked at him. Really looked at him. Harry had never had the opportunity to observe Draco so closely while he was so relaxed. The crease in Draco’s forehead was gone, as well as the line between his brows. He was peacefully dreaming, eyes hidden behind closed lids. His lashes were surprisingly thick, not quite as light as the hair on his head, but unnoticeable from a distance. Draco’s nose had changed over the years. Less prominent, it suited his face better and was no longer what Harry would describe as pointy. His lips . . . his lips were a pale rosebud pink, curvier than most and surrounded by very light stubble due to lack of a morning shave. He really was quite handsome. Not that Harry thought of such things. His gaze lingered on Draco’s mouth, then traveled back up his face. When it reached Draco’s eyes, they were staring back at Harry. Grey and intense. Harry froze, wondering how long Draco had been watching him watch Draco. They stared silently for what seemed like hours, but was only a matter of seconds. Harry could have sworn he saw Draco’s chin tilt, almost imperceptibly when suddenly, a shower of sparks flew from their wands, distracting them. Turning away, Harry looked at the mantle clock. It read eight o’clock.

“I guess it’s done then,” he said. Harry awkwardly stood, picked up his wand and glasses and headed for the door. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

After Harry left, Draco leaned his head back on the couch.

What the fuck was that? Am I out of my mind? I was this close to kissing Harry fucking Potter.

Draco rubbed his forehead. He was in even deeper than he thought.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Though he left Slytherin House calmly, Harry was a mass of confusion. Halfway up to Gryffindor Tower, he leaned against a pillar to pull himself together.

Was he going to kiss me? Was I fucking going to let him? What is wrong with me?

Harry told himself it was only his imagination. Too much booze, not enough sleep. Those things, coupled with the spell, could have easily made Harry misinterpret what happened. Or almost happened. No, it definitely was not going to happen. At least, that’s what Harry told himself.

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