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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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a/n- though trying to stay mostly true to what happened in the books before the epilogue, I've decided to ignore the part where Harry fixes his wand with the elder wand. I needed a good reason for this chapters interaction between Harry and Draco.

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October 10 1998

At ten minutes after eight in the morning, Hermione emerged from the eighth year Slytherin girls dormitory. She looked more like she was ready to go for a night on the town than just waking up. True to her word, Daphne had made up Hermione in her own image. Hermione’s hair was swept up with smooth, cascading curls down her back. She also wore make-up, which normally she did not. Daphne had put perhaps a bit too much on, but Hermione felt feminine and pretty. And she still looked lovely even after sleeping in it a few hours. She and Daphne talked a good part of the night away. Neither really knew much about the other, but they ended up gossiping mostly about the boys. Hermione hadn’t much opportunity to do that, her two best friends being boys themselves. And Ginny was so obsessed with Harry from a young age that she didn’t ever want to talk about any other boys.

Hermione happily drifted into Gryffindor as Ron was leaving the girls dormitory with Lavender firmly gripping his hand.

Both Ron and Hermione stopped where they were and regarded one another. She knew by the guilty look on his face that Lavender took full advantage of her rights according to the game. Lavender smirked at Hermione and squeezed Ron’s hand more tightly.

“It’s after eight, Lav. I’m not yours any more.” He wrested his hand away and took a step toward Hermione. “You look beautiful.”

“Maybe if you had told me that before last night, I would have cared,” she said sadly.

The last place she wanted to go was into her room, where Ron had spent the night with Lavender. But she needed to get her things so she could shower. Walking past Ron, she didn’t even glance at him.

Rubbing his head with a towel, Harry walked in, just as Hermione left.

“It seems a bit cold in here,” he commented.

“She saw me with Lav.” Ron bit his lip. “Harry, I made a huge mistake going to that party. Now Hermione won’t even look at me. And I’ve done things with Lavender that I should never have done with another girl.” He plopped himself down on the couch. “What am I gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Give her some space,” Harry suggested. “She has every right to be angry with you.”

Ron shrugged. “I know. I’m such an arse.” Ron sighed. “So, how was your night?” he chuckled.

“Weird.” Harry threw the towel on the back of a chair and quickly ran his fingers through his hair to comb it.

Seamus came into the common room, along with Neville.

“Oi, Harry. How was your date with Malfoy?” Seamus laughed. “I hear he gives great head,” he teased.

“It wasn’t a date, any more than Hermione had with Daphne. We played chess, for your information.”

“Is that the story you’re stickin’ with?” Seamus grinned and went off to his room.

“Don’t pay Finnigan any mind Harry. He just likes to stir up trouble,” Ron told him.

“You all right Neville?” Harry asked.

Neville sat down on the couch next to Ron blankly. “I think I’m in love.”

“What?”

“Or at least lust.” Neville blushed.

“I take it you had a good time with Pansy,” Harry said.

“Oh, yeah,” Neville nodded. “She’s . . . insatiable.” He blushed again.

“Did you, shag her?” Ron’s eyes widened.

“Twice.” Neville seemed to be in a daydream. “I’ve never shagged anyone before.” He looked at Ron, then Harry. “I guess I didn’t need to advertise that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Neville,” Harry assured him. “I’m sure most of the students here haven’t. Are you sorry it was with Pansy though? I mean, wouldn’t you rather it be with someone you love?”

“No. She taught me everything. I had no idea what I was doing.” Neville paused. “I guess I shouldn’t have told that either.”

Ron snickered. “I bet the next girl you shag is gonna be glad Pansy was your first, then.” He nudged Neville’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Neville agreed. “You’re right. Now I have to find a girl who wants me.”

“You’re a hero. Of course you can find a girl. Just don’t be shy,” Harry told him. Neville still appeared to be in shock as he walked to their dormitory. To Ron, Harry asked, “Are you going down to breakfast?”

“I have to shower.” He lowered his voice. “I smell like Lavender.”

Harry put his hand up. “More than I needed to know. I’ve just showered. I’ll wait for you.”

Alone in the common room, Harry slouched down on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t sleep well the night before. He heard Romilda and Parvati talking as they walked in from their escapades. Parvati was complaining about Michael. Probably one of the few girls that complained about not going far enough. Romilda said something about Ginny, but he didn’t catch what it was.

A moment later, a throat clearing itself urged Harry to open his eyes. Draco stood before him, freshly showered and impeccably dressed, as usual.

“Um, the girls let me in,” he said, referring to Parvati and Romilda.

Harry straightened himself up. He couldn’t recall Draco ever paying a visit to Gryffindor. Still embarrassed for watching Draco sleep, Harry avoided eye contact.

“I was wondering,” Draco began. “I’d like a favor. Actually, it shouldn’t be a favor.” He was tripping over his words uncharacteristically. He cleared his throat again. “I’d like my wand back, please.”

“But that would leave me without one.”

“The one you’re using belongs to me. It chose me. It’s my wand.”

“Then what am I supposed to use?” Harry asked. He knew Draco was right. He meant to give the wand back, but he never got around to getting his own before school started.

“McGonagall has many of the wands that were left by . . . um, those that didn’t make it through the war,” Draco told Harry. “I don’t suppose you’d want a Death Eater’s wand, but there may be something usable. At least temporarily.”

Harry didn’t like the idea of yet again using someone else’s wand, but he would have to wait for a trip to Diagon Alley to buy one of his own. Reluctantly, he pulled the wand out of his trouser pocket and handed it to Draco. Clearly, Draco was glad to have it returned. He closed his eyes and Harry could practically see the wand re-bond with him. The look on Draco’s face was almost erotic.

Opening his eyes, Draco thanked Harry. “I’d offer you my mother’s, but I’m going to return it to her. I’m sure you understand.” He turned to leave.

“Malfoy, wait.” Harry wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. But he wanted to say something. He felt as though the pair had made progress toward peaceful coexistence, if not friendship. He also felt as though he may have ruined it already.

Draco raised his eyebrows and waited. “Well, are you going to say anything?”

“Uh, I just wanted to . . . what I said last night . . . I didn’t mean I don’t think we can be friends. I was only surprised that you said it.”

“I was drunk.”

“You weren’t even close to drunk.”

“I had three shots. And that was after the butter beer at the party.”

“I had just as much as you. I wasn’t drunk.”

“See? That right there is why I told you to forget I said anything about us being friends. You can’t help arguing with me about everything.”

Harry laughed. “I was only saying the truth. Can your friends not have their own opinions?”

“Of course they can.” Draco was indignant.

“As long as they agree with you,” Harry smiled. He knew he was getting under Draco’s skin. It was fun.

“You’re only continuing to prove my point, you know. You’re exasperating,” Draco told him. He tried to suppress a smile as he realized Harry was doing it on purpose. The mood had lightened slightly.

“Come for another game of chess, Malfoy?” Seamus sniggered as he walked through the common room, gesturing air quotes as he said the word chess, bringing the mood right back down.

“Shut up, Seamus,” Harry glared.

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve?”

“No, but I’ll hit something if you don’t knock it off, Finnigan.” Ron’s voice carried across the room.

“Why are you defending him?” Seamus questioned, pointing to Malfoy.

“The war is over dimwit,” Ron said. “You always were a couple of steps behind.”

Seamus made a face at Ron and left for breakfast. Ron had grown into a strapping young man and Seamus was no match for him.

“On that note, I’ll be going as well,” Draco said. “Thanks Potter.” He glanced happily at his wand and headed out of Gryffindor house.

Harry had to admit he was disappointed. It was much more fun goading Malfoy now that he was relatively certain he wouldn’t get hexed for it. He never realized that the Slytherin had much of a sense of humor. But the small grin on Draco’s lips told Harry that he knew the brunette was only playing.

“What an arse. Fucking Seamus,” Ron shook his head. “As if. Even if you were bent . . . Malfoy? Eewww.” A shiver went through Ron, which he exaggerated.

“Yeah, right?” Harry laughed half-heartedly. Did Ron just imply that I could be bent?

“I mean, that would be a shock to all the girls who are after you, and the girls you’ve been with,” Ron continued. “And Malfoy’s just so---” Ron made a gagging face.

“Yeah, I get it, Ron,” Harry said sternly. “You don’t have to keep harping on it. It would be disgusting if I were bent and had a thing for Malfoy. Don’t worry, not gonna happen.”

“Of course not, mate,” Ron clapped him on the back. “You’re the most eligible bachelor at Hogwarts. Now that you’ve broken up with Ginny.” He frowned.

“It was mutual, Ron.”

“I know. But I really thought you two had something.”

“We did,” Harry said. “For a while.”

“What happened?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe with all the drama of the war gone, it just sort of, fizzled out. It was like, I started thinking of her as more of a sister, and it didn’t feel right to--”

Ron cut him off. “Don’t say another word. She actually is my sister, you know. Anyway, you’re free to play the field. Maybe next party you’ll get Greengrass. Not that you really need to wait for an excuse”

“Which Greengrass?”

“Does it matter, mate? They’re both gorgeous.”

Nodding, Harry agreed. “What about you? Do you think you’re single, or will Hermione take you back?”

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough. Here she comes.”

Hermione stood before the boys, opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t. She exhaled sharply, then announced that she was going down to breakfast, turned on her heel and left.

Ron and Harry looked at each other.

“Should we go with her?” Harry asked.

“I think that was her way of letting me know I could, without actually telling me. Come on.” Ron took Harry by the sleeve and dragged him until they caught up with Hermione.

The three walked into the Great Hall to find Ginny already there, lost in thought.

“Hey Gin? Dreaming about last night?” Ron teased.

“Ha. Ha,” Ginny said humorlessly. “I’m sure I had about as much fun as Harry.”

“Actually, it wasn’t that bad.”

The other three Gryffindors stared at him.

“What? We drank some firewhiskey and played a game of chess.”

“What on earth did you talk about all night?” Ginny asked.

“We asked each other questions. He sort of made it part of the game. My requirement was to answer honestly. I got to ask him a question for every one he asked me.”

“Like what?” Ron queried.

Harry shrugged as if he didn’t recall. “Nothing too personal,” he lied. “Besides we didn’t stay up very late anyway. He got mad at me for something and went to sleep before two.”

Ron chuckled. “So what did you and Zabini do all night, Sis?”

“I read a book. He read the Prophet. It was very quiet. And boring. But I gather it was better than some couples had.”

“A lot of boys were mad that you got Daphne, Hermione. What did you two do?” Harry asked.

“We did make-overs on each other. Not that she needed one.”

“You looked really pretty,” Ron complimented, trying to get on her good side. She stared at him blankly. “But you always look really pretty. Uh, you didn’t need a make-over either,” he stammered.

“And what did you and Lavender do?” Hermione pointedly asked.

Ron’s face flushed. He knew he wouldn’t get away with lying. Everyone knew that Lavender still had a thing for him and with her being the chooser, she would have had him do as much to her as the game would allow.

“Well, she---”

“I don’t want you to really tell me!” Hermione yelled at him. She got up and left, having eaten only half her breakfast.

Ginny leaned forward. “What the fuck is your problem, you moron? She wasn’t seriously asking. She was making a point. I’m rethinking trying to talk her into forgiving you.”

“No, Gin, please. Help me. I was so stupid. But I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Do you truly want her back?” Ginny asked Ron. “Because I wonder why you went to that party at all, if you genuinely love her.”

“We have our problems, same as anyone. But I do love her. Being with Lav was strange and awkward. She doesn’t know me like Hermione. No one does. I didn’t realize how good I had it. Now I hope it’s not too late.”

“Maybe if you keep talking like that, she’ll come around,” Harry suggested.

“Damn Slytherins putting ideas in my head,” Ron hissed.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin students, one in particular. “Yeah,” he said mindlessly.

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Harry knocked on the Headmistress’s door and waited for her to answer.

“Why, Harry, how lovely to see you. Come in.” Professor McGonagall stepped aside to allow Harry entrance. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Yes, actually, there is. You see, I had been using Draco’s wand, and I gave it back. So now I’m wandless. He told me you had some of the wands left behind.”

“Yes, I do. Most of them belonged to Death Eaters who perished on the property. But some of the others are still here.”

“I plan on going back to Diagon Alley to get one of my own, but, for now, do you suppose I could use one of the ones you have?”

“Of course, Harry. I have a few you may be interested in.”

The professor walked back to an alcove, out of Harry’s sight for a moment, then returned with a small box. She placed it on her desk and opened the lid.

“Are you certain you want to do this, Harry? It may be more difficult than you think.”

He nodded.

Taking one out, McGonagall told Harry, “This one belonged to Professor Lupin.”

“Remus,” Harry whispered. Tears stung at his eyes.

“And this one, Tonks.”

Harry reached out to pick up Remus’s wand, but hesitated. “Why weren’t they buried with them, like Fred’s?”

“They were willed to the school. I suppose for purposes such as yours. They wanted to have their wands go to good use.” She took another wand from the box and placed it on her desk. “Perhaps, Colin Creevey’s wand would be more appropriate.”

Harry picked it up. He immediately felt a kinship with the wand. Not the same as his own, but familiar and comforting. “Why was this left?”

“His parents are muggles, very bitter about the wizard war. They forbade their son to fight, but he didn’t listen. The Creeveys had no use for the wand.” The Headmistress put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “But it would have meant a great deal to Colin for you to have it.”

Harry could see her eyes glistening in the dimly lit chamber. “Then I’ll honor him by using it wisely,” he told her. “Thank you Professor.” He forced himself to blink back his own tears.

He left McGonagall’s chambers with mixed emotions. He was glad to have a wand that fit so nicely with his own magic. But sad for the circumstances under which he acquired it.

Going back to his own chambers, Harry spent most of the rest of the day alone, pondering the events of the night before. He found himself wanting to continue his interrogation game with Malfoy. There were many things he was curious about, but he knew Malfoy would never voluntarily answer Harry’s queries. And Harry wouldn’t know how to begin a normal conversation with him.

Harry also found himself mulling over Ron’s words. Was he really the most eligible bachelor at Hogwarts? Did the girls gossip about him? He never seemed to notice many of them. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to. He had been dating Ginny. But even now, being partner-free, he was hard pressed to say he was attracted to any of them in particular. Daphne Greengrass was beautiful. Perhaps Ron was right. He shouldn’t wait for a silly game to tell him with whom spend time. Perhaps he would ask Daphne for a date, or something. First chance he got.

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October 15 1998

The first chance Harry got, or rather, took, didn’t come until Thursday of that same week. After Potions class, he finally gathered up the courage to talk to her.

He stood next to her and cleared his throat for her attention.

She turned to him and smiled. “Hi Harry.”

“Hi, Daphne.” He swallowed and forced himself to continue. “Um, I was wondering, um, if you would want to, maybe, study with me sometime.”

She giggled. “Study?”

“Yeah. Or something,” he said noncommittally.

“All right,” she answered.

“Brilliant. How about tonight? Half-seven in the library?”

She appeared confused for a moment and cocked her head. “Oh. Okay.”

“Great. See you then, then,” he said awkwardly. He walked out of the classroom and into Ron, who had been watching.

“Well? What did she say?”

“She said yes. We’re meeting in the library tonight.”

Ron’s brow furrowed. “The library? Not very private.”

“We’re just going to study. It’s not really even a date. I want to get to know her a bit.”

“What’s to know? She’s got tits like fucking grapefruits.”

“Ron,” Harry chastised. “It’s a wonder you and Hermione ever got together in the first place.” He shook his head and walked to his next class.

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Harry was almost to the library, when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a dark corner.

“Daphne, what are you doing?”

She looked down at the books in his hand. “You mean, you really came here to study?”

“Well, yes. That’s what I asked you, isn’t it?”

“I thought it was like a code word. You know, for snogging or shagging,” Daphne admitted.

Harry looked down at his books. He felt like an idiot. There was a beautiful girl standing in front of him, ready to snog, and he was planning to study.

“We don’t have to study,” he offered nervously.

Daphne gently removed the books from Harry’s hand and bent down to put them on the floor. When she rose back up, her body lightly rubbed against his, her face, only inches from his.

Harry tilted his head and firmly pressed his mouth to hers. Their lips worked together, opening and closing smoothly and slowly. Harry reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, tangling them in the process.

“Sorry,” he mumbled against her mouth. He could feel her grin against his.

“I’ll wear a ponytail next time,” she whispered. Her attempt to comb through his hair wasn’t any more successful. She knocked his glasses off one ear, almost poking him in the eye.

He broke the kiss and removed his glasses and put them in his shirt pocket. “I guess I don’t need these anyway.”

Pushing Harry back a few steps to the wall behind him, Daphne pressed her hips into his. He groaned at the pleasure of the pressure. Their mouths connected once more, urgently, feverishly. Harry’s trousers were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight as Daphne continued to grind against Harry’s groin.

Stopping the kiss long enough to talk, Harry whispered, “Someone is going to hear us.”

“Silencio,” she muttered after groping for her wand, then continued to snog him.

Harry wondered if they were in a dark enough corner to hide them as well. He swiftly forgot that thought when she guided one of his hands to her breast. It was not like a grapefruit at all, he thought. More like a balloon filled with jelly. She moaned when he kneaded it, encouraging him to carry on. Her hands slid down in the tight space between the wall and his arse, squeezing his firm cheeks.

Pressing harder against Harry’s now fully erect cock inside his trousers, Daphne found a rhythm that pleased her as well as him. She rode up and down, pausing ever so slightly before changing direction. Suddenly, she picked up her pace and whimpered into Harry’s mouth. Her body jerked, then stilled as she gripped Harry’s arse tighter and forced him harder against her.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed. “Oh, I needed that.”

Harry was still leaning against the wall, painfully hard and panting.

Daphne gave him a fake pout. “Aw, poor thing. Let me take care of that for you.” She unzipped his trousers and slid her hand inside. He moaned.

As she stroked him, Daphne kissed him sensuously, slipping her tongue into his gaping mouth. He kissed back, wrestling his tongue with hers.

“You’re a great kisser,” she said.

“Mmmnnn,” was the only thing Harry could say as Daphne’s hand expertly worked Harry toward his climax.

“And you’re so big,” she purred, running her hand up and down his length. “I think you could give Draco a run for his money.”

Draco?

The image of his sleeping face flashed into Harry’s mind.

“Uuuunnggg. Fuck. Ohh.” Harry’s pants and Daphne’s hand were suddenly covered in jizz.

“Merlin, that’s a lot of cum,” Daphne exclaimed.

“Fuck, Daphne. Why did you have to bring up Malfoy?” Harry grumbled. “That’s the last thing I wanted to think about.”

“You still came, didn’t you?” she smirked.

Now that it was over, Harry was a bit ashamed of his behavior. It didn’t matter that she initiated it. He didn’t even have any real feelings for her.

Daphne pulled out her wand once again and pointed it at Harry’s crotch. “Scourgify.” He quickly zipped his trousers back up.

“It appears the rumors are true. I should have bet Tracey,” she said, straightening out her own clothing.

“What rumors?”

“About your wand,” she giggled. “You know, the greater the wizard the bigger the wand.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He’d never heard that, but it seemed ridiculous to Harry. But then he had another thought.

“Did you only come here to find out?” He frowned.

“Oh, what are you complaining about? You got wanked by the most popular girl at Hogwarts. And I get to say I wanked Harry Potter.”

Mouth agape, Harry stood in disbelief. “You’re going to tell people about this?”

Daphne raised her eyebrows and smirked. Seeing the look on his face, her features softened. “Not too many.”

“Daphne, please. I don’t ever do this sort of thing.”

“I know. That’s why there are only rumors about you. Ginny didn’t kiss and tell. Are you not going to brag about what we did?” Daphne was confused. Whenever a boy would get anywhere beyond a kiss with her, the news spread like wild fire. Most of them would tell whoever would listen.

“I’d like to be able to say no, but Ron knows I asked you to study and he’ll badger me until I give him at least some details. But that’s all, honestly.”

She looked into his pleading eyes and sighed heavily. “All right, I’ll only tell Tracey. And I’ll make her promise not to say anything. Are you always such a goody-goody?”

“I just let you jerk me off right outside the library. So, obviously no, I’m not always a goody-goody.”

“Well, see you at the party tomorrow night,” Daphne said.

“Oh, I don’t think I’m going,” he answered.

“What? But you have to. A lot of those girls go hoping they’ll get your wand.” She sniggered, “A couple of boys I’ll wager, as well. Please? If you get me, I’ll take you someplace more comfortable.”

Harry grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

She returned the smile and practically skipped away, leaving Harry to wonder. Why didn’t he want Daphne to tell anyone? He was free to do as he pleased, after all. Who didn’t Harry want to know about it? And he couldn’t keep the disturbing question out of his mind-- was it simply a coincidence of timing, or did he cum because he thought about Malfoy?

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