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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 23 1998

Having wasted the previous day moping around, Harry woke up Friday morning feeling a bit more optimistic. He had a plan to figure things out logically.

Harry had spent all day Thursday contemplating everything that happened in the past three weeks--his break up with Ginny, the wand parties, Daphne’s hand job, and his fiasco with Pansy the other night. They all led him to one conclusion-- fate always seemed to bring Draco into his life one way or another and now he couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Harry remembered Hermione telling him he was obsessed with Malfoy at one time. Of course, she didn’t mean it in any sort of sexual sense. She was correct, but did that mean Harry was gay? He still found himself answering Draco’s last question with ‘I don’t know’.

Could he be attracted to another boy and not be gay? Harry asked himself what he wanted from Draco. Did he simply like the way Draco looked? Maybe he only admired him. Did he like the way other boys looked? Could he imagine himself doing with a boy, what he did with Daphne or Pansy or Ginny? It certainly would be easier to please another boy. He was well acquainted with the proper parts. Girls were still a bit of a mystery. Knowing the general anatomy wasn’t always enough to get the job done without a little assistance on the girl’s part.

To carry out his plan, he spent more time observing and analyzing his responses to the males in his classes than he did on classwork. Some boys were not even a remote possibility in Harry’s mind. The thought of Seamus made Harry shudder and he actually felt a bit ill when he considered Ron. He immediately had to put that thought out of his mind.

Dean Thomas on the other hand, had a pleasant smile and had grown quite tall and broad over the past two years. Harry certainly didn’t have any feelings for him, as he didn’t really know him well. But, he could see why Ginny had been attracted to him. He was rather pleasant to look at.

When Dean caught Harry staring, he waved his hand in Harry’s face and laughed. Harry made up some excuse about not sleeping well the night before, which was true, and joked that he was trying to sleep in class with his eyes open. No one questioned Harry’s sincerity.

In Potions, Harry was put to the real test. Draco hadn’t been in his previous two classes that day, so he went about his observations in a very scientific way, making mental notes of his reactions to different boys, and girls. He found that his responses to boys and girls was similar. Some he found attractive, others, not. However, he still didn’t know if that was normal. If there was such a thing as normal.

It all flew out the window the moment Draco walked in the door. Harry felt a flutter in his belly. A small one, but present nonetheless. He dismissed it as being nervous about his little personal experiment. Before Draco sat in his chair, his eyes briefly flashed to Harry. It felt like an electrical impulse went through Harry and his heart began to beat a bit faster. Gone almost as quickly as it came, the feeling left little doubt in Harry’s mind that his reaction to Draco was unlike the others.

Students descended on the storage cupboard to get ingredients for the day’s brew as usual, but this time, Harry made sure to place himself close to the blond. Purely for research purposes, of course.

As he queued with the rest of the class, Harry grew anxious. His heart once again picked up its pace. He was close enough to catch Draco’s scent--clean and slightly musky. Harry wondered if it was soap, cologne or just Malfoy’s natural scent.

They both reached for the fluxweed at the same time, and Harry intentionally brushed his hand against the Slytherin’s. The same electric sensation he felt earlier hit him with a jolt. He withdrew his hand.

“Sorry,” he smiled and allowed Draco to take his sample first.

Without glancing at Harry, Draco answered, “No problem.” He left the cupboard by squeezing between Harry and the girl behind him. Harry noted with some amusement, that Draco could have gone the other way, which was less restricted.

Back at his cauldron, Harry made his potion along with Ron, who sat next to him. It wasn’t a challenge day, so the atmosphere was more relaxed. The boys chatted about all sorts of things, as most pairs did. Every so often, Harry’s gaze traveled to the blond head two tables in front of him and to the right. More than once, he thought he saw Draco looking back at him out of the corner of his eye.

Harry wished he had the nerve to go and speak to him as he would anybody else. The wand game provided the perfect excuse for conversation, but without it Harry felt awkward. Over the course of the day, Harry had been slowly subconsciously allowing his feelings to reveal themselves. By the time their potion was made, Harry was convinced he was crushing on Draco Malfoy.

“What’s the matter with you, mate?” Ron poked Harry’s side.

“Huh?”

“You’ve got a goofy look on your face and you keep smiling at nothing.”

“No, I don’t.”

Ron scanned the classroom as they cleaned up. “Is there someone in here you like? You used to do the same thing with Cho.”

Harry kept his eye on his potion, ignoring Ron’s question, which only convinced Ron even more that he was correct.

“Who is it? I won’t tell.”

“I’m not saying,” Harry answered. Ron had already guessed, and Harry was a terrible liar. It might not be the worst thing for Ron to know he had a crush.

“Oooh, so I was right. I’m just gonna have to guess, then.” Ron considered all the girls in the class. None, but Hermione were for him. But then again, Ron didn’t really see what Harry saw in Cho either. “Is it Hannah?”

“Ron, I’m not telling you anything.” Harry continued to straighten up their work station while Ron persisted his search.

“Mandy? She’s sort of cute. Oh God, it’s not Luna, is it?”

“What’s wrong with Luna? She’s very nice.”

“And bonkers.”

Harry hit Ron on the back of his head. “Sshh. She’ll hear you.”

“Then tell me who it is and I’ll stop pestering you.” When Harry didn’t offer any information, Ron made another guess. “Daphne. It’s got to be Daphne. Right?”

“No. She is very pretty, though.” Harry lowered his voice. “And she sure knows how to wank.”

Ron held his hand up for a high five, which Harry obliged.

“What are you two whispering about over here?” Hermione asked.

The boys looked at one another and burst out laughing. “Nothing, luv. Just guy stuff,” Ron said and kissed her cheek.

“Let’s go get supper, then,” Hermione said. Shaking her head, she muttered, “Boys.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Continuing his self-imposed research project at supper, Harry was quietly observing all of the other students, including his closest mates. There was a time when he would look at Ginny and get a feeling of butterflies, but it was gone now. And when he gazed over at Pansy, he had to admit to experiencing a warm sensation in his nether regions. But that was only a physical reaction to his memory of a couple of nights ago.

But when he directed his attention to the back of the blond head across the room, he had an urge for physical contact. He wanted him to turn around. He wanted to brush his hand against Draco’s again. The pull was almost irresistible.

Across the table from Draco, Pansy caught Harry’s eye. She smiled brightly and waved to him, much to his horror. Blaise and Draco both turned to see who she was waving to. Hermione asked aloud why Pansy was waving to him.

“Cor Blimey! Is it Parkinson?” Ron didn’t mean to say it out loud, it slipped out.

All eyes seemed to be on Harry and he could feel himself blush, almost to the point of breaking out in sweat. Harry did the only thing he could think of. He put his head down on the table, covered it with his arms and tried to will himself to die.

“Jeez, Harry. You didn’t do her too, did you?” Ron so tactfully asked.

“Too?” Ginny frowned. “Who else did you do?”

“Apparently, he had and encounter with Daphne Greengrass near the library,” Hermione informed her.

Harry groaned in agony.

“Mione!” Ron scolded. “You didn’t have to announce it.”

“You just implied that he’d shagged Pansy. What’s the difference?”

“Please shut up,” Harry mumbled through his sleeves. He felt utterly humiliated.

“They’re all still looking over here,” Ginny observed. “Did you really shag Pansy Parkinson of all people?”

Not up to showing his face just yet, Harry nodded his head against his forearms.

Hermione gasped. “Harry! I can’t believe you. Do you even like her? You and Ginny broke up only weeks ago. You’ve had two other girls already?”

Ginny tried to keep herself composed. “Hermione, he’s free to see anyone he wishes. Although I’m more than a bit surprised, he hasn’t done anything wrong. Not to me anyway.”

“Still,” Hermione frowned.

“Was she as good as her reputation?” Ron grinned.

Harry groaned again, and Hermione hit Ron rather hard on the back of his head.

“Ow! I wish you two would stop doing that.”

“Then stop saying stupid things!” Hermione retorted.

Harry swiftly got up to leave.

“Harry, wait. We’ll stop with the questions,” Hermione tried to convince him, but he walked out of the Great Hall without looking anyone in the eye and ran up to his room completely mortified. Why did Pansy have to do that? Why did he have to react so obviously to a simple wave? He buried his head in his pillow. Eventually, lack of sleep from the night before induced him into a deep slumber, during which he dreamt of walking into the Great Hall for supper, nude.

Meanwhile, Draco questioned Pansy after watching Harry slink guiltily out of supper.

“What was that about? Why would you wave to Potter like that?”

“Yeah, and why did he get so embarrassed?” Blaise chimed in.

“I was just being friendly. He was staring over here again, so I waved.” She smiled to herself as she picked up a spoonful of peas.

“Merlin’s beard, you fucked him, didn’t you?” Blaise laughed. “Going to make your way through Gryffindor this year, Pans?”

Pansy began to laugh along with Blaise until she saw the expression on Draco’s face. He was glaring at her in disbelief.

“Did you really?” he asked quietly.

“Well, he started it.”

“What?” Draco looked hurt and confused. “But I was sure . . .” He gave Blaise a sideways glance. He did not want to say too much in front of him. Draco pushed his plate away and stood. “You’re such a slag!” he yelled at her and stormed out of the hall.

“Since when does he give a rat’s arse if you shag another bloke?” Blaise questioned.

“Since it’s the bloke he wanted for himself,” she answered shamefully.

Blaise’s mouth dropped open and his eyebrows raised. “What?”

“At least, I think that’s what’s going on.” She leaned closer. “He told me he’s infatuated with someone. He didn’t say who, but he used the word, inappropriate.”

“You’re shitting me,” Blaise insisted.

Pansy simply shook her head slowly.

Hermione and the two gingers picked up on the commotion, their curiosity piqued.

“Lover’s spat?” Ron asked. “I guess he’s brassed off that she shagged Harry.”

Ginny shrugged. “Looks that way.”

Ron noticed Hermione with her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, luv? Don’t judge Harry. He of all people deserves a good time once in a while.” He glanced at Ginny who was scowling at him. “Not that you weren’t a good time. Ugh. I didn’t mean that. I’m gonna shut up now.” He shoved a bun into his mouth.

“You’re right. Harry does deserve some fun. I really shouldn’t be upset. I agreed to break up. And, well, Dean and I have sort of been seeing each other again since that last wand party.”

“I didn’t know that,” Ron said. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, I was trying to spare Harry’s feelings. But it seems I didn’t need to bother.”

“Come on, Ron.” Hermione tugged at his sleeve. “Let’s go see if Harry’s all right. I have a feeling he needs to talk.”

He held Hermione’s arm. “I have a feeling he needs to be alone.”

Hermione glanced at Ginny, who nodded in agreement with Ron. She pouted as she sat back down, thinking perhaps they were right.

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Draco sat on his bed sulking since he stormed out of supper, when Pansy knocked on the door and let herself in. The other boys were congregating in the common room, getting ready for what was becoming the weekly party.

“Dra? Is it okay if I come in?”

“I don’t care.”

Pansy sat on the edge of Draco’s bed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That Potter was the one you were talking about.”

“Was I that obvious?” Draco sighed.

“Honestly, when you said you had feelings for someone you shouldn’t, I thought it was Blaise.”

Draco made a face. “Blaise? He’s one of my best friends. That would be awkward.”

“Which is why I thought it was him. And you don’t think Harry is an odd choice?”

Draco sighed. “It’s not a choice. I can’t help it. I’ve been fighting it for a while now. But at that ridiculous party, he was so charming and personable and funny and nice. And his eyes. Have you ever noticed? They’re so . . .”

“Okay, I get the picture,” Pansy chuckled. “Yeah, he’s special, that one.”

He frowned. “Last weekend, he told me he thought I was handsome during the game. And he . . . well, you saw the position we were in the next morning. Sure, he was totally pissed and under a spell. But today, I swear, he was . . . flirting. When did you--you know what, never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Actually, you might.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Not even if he called me Malfoy?”

Eyes widening, Draco shoved Pansy’s shoulder. “He did not.”

“Yes, he did. He claimed it was only because I called him Potter, which apparently, only you do. Oh, Dra, I wish I’d known. I wouldn’t have shagged him.”

“It doesn’t matter. He says he’s not even bent.”

“Are you certain? I think he’s just afraid to admit it. I’m sorry, luv. I have to go start the party. Are you all right?”

Draco nodded. “Go on. I’m not angry with you, Pans.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Nah. I’m not in a party mood. And I don’t think I want to watch Potter pick some bint’s wand and run off to fuck her too.”

“All right. But you know, you might not want to stay here. Someone may need the room.” She winked.

Rolling his eyes, Draco stood and grabbed a couple of things from his night table. “I guess I’ll be going then. By the way, did you know that you have to be holding your wand to make your request binding?”

“Hm, that explains why nothing happened to Looney Lovegood. MacMillan complained to me that she wouldn’t wank him, but she didn’t receive any punishment. Thanks, luv. It should get more interesting now.” She winked and walked out.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“You all right?” Ron asked when he walked into his dormitory room. Harry was sitting on his bed, working on a paper he had been putting off.

Harry glanced up at Ron. “Yeah. It’s my own fault.” He shook his head. “Such reckless behavior. Then I didn’t even have the good sense to keep my mouth shut about it.”

“I didn’t exactly help there, did I?” Ron offered shamefully.

“No, you didn’t,” Harry scolded. “But I’m not angry with you, Ron. I don’t understand myself sometimes. I go and fool around with two girls I don’t really like. But I can’t even talk to the person I do like. At least I think I like . . . “

Ron waited anxiously for Harry to tell him who it was.

“It’s not Parkinson. No offense, Ron, but I’m keeping that one to myself for a while.”

“I don’t blame you, mate. I wouldn’t tell me either,” Ron laughed. “So, are you going to that party?”

“No.”

“Um, are you gonna . . . hang out here . . . or . . . were you going somewhere?”

“Is that your not so subtle way of asking me to leave?”

Ron grinned. “Well, the other blokes are going to the party.”

Harry sighed heavily. “All right then. I can go out to the common room.” He picked up his book and parchment and walked out of the room. He passed Hermione on her way to the boys’ room. She blushed as Harry told her to have fun.

After less than an hour, Harry was finished his essay for Advanced Herbology. It took him much less time than he thought, and he was silently berating himself for putting it off. He looked around the empty common room, bored. Wishing that he had, in fact, gone to the party, Harry wondered whose wand Draco plucked from the cauldron. Would fate have brought them together again if Harry had gone? He figured he would never know.

He tried reading for a while, but his mind kept wandering. Mostly toward the soiree in Slytherin.

Sighing, Harry got up from the couch. Deciding to take a walk to pass the time while waiting for Hermione to leave their room, he glanced around the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. The Astronomy Tower was as good place as any to go on such an occasion. It seemed to be a clear night.

When he arrived at the top of the Tower, Harry took a moment to remember Dumbledore. Even though he now knew the truth of what happened, his death wasn’t any easier to take. Shaking those thoughts from his head, Harry gazed up at the sky. It was mostly clear and Harry could make out several of the constellations he’d learned about over the years.

Approaching footsteps startled Harry and he quickly hid in a small niche.

He waited in silence until he saw Malfoy walk to the railing and look up. Stay hidden or reveal himself? Harry knew he had to decide quickly. Once he was hidden for too long, he’d have to stay that way until Malfoy left. He stepped out of the shadows and cleared his throat.

“Oh. I didn’t know anyone was here,” Draco turned to look at Harry. “Wait, you didn’t go to the party?”

“No. I guess you didn’t either,” Harry answered. “Why not? Afraid you might get my wand again?” He laughed.

Draco couldn’t help but join him. “Is that why you didn’t go?”

They both laughed, but neither one actually answered the question.

“So, what are you doing here?” Draco asked.

“Um, Ron and Hermione sort of took over my room. You?”

“I don’t know who’s in mine. Pansy made me leave,” Draco replied sheepishly.

Harry blushed at the mention of Pansy. If Draco saw, he spared Harry further embarrassment by not drawing attention to it.

It was then that Harry noticed the two items in Draco’s hands. A book and the one-third full bottle of firewhiskey.

“Do you drink every weekend?” Harry asked. “Is it a problem?”

Looking at the bottle, Draco chuckled. “Hardly. I’ve had this same bottle for over a year. Blaise gave it to me.” He laughed softly again. “Actually, I’ve only ever drank it with you. Care for some?” He held the bottle out to Harry.

Harry hesitated. “No glass?”

“I don’t have cooties, Potter. We’ve both already had our mouths on it, anyway.”

Feeling a strange twinge at the thought of both their mouths on the bottle of firewhiskey, Harry reached out for it. And he also didn’t want to appear to be a wuss. As Draco passed it, their fingers touched briefly. Harry looked away and quickly took a swig. He passed the bottle back to Draco, who also took a drink.

Pointing to Draco’s other hand, Harry inquired about the book. “What’s that you’re reading?”

Draco held it up for him to read.

“The Ministry of Magic: A Comprehensive Guide,” Harry read. “Well, that sounds exciting,” he said sarcastically. “It sounds like something Hermione would read.”

Laughing, Draco retorted, “Why? Does she enjoy boring books?”

“Why are you reading that?”

“I assume I’ll need to find work in the Ministry when I leave Hogwarts. I figured I’d better read up on my options.”

Harry nodded. “That’s smart. What are you interested in?” He reached out for the bottle once more. Draco handed it over.

“The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes sounds fun. Or if I really don’t want to work hard, maybe the Department of Magical Games and Sports,” Draco snickered, holding his hand out for the firewhiskey. He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs.

“I’d like to be an Auror.” Harry announced as he sat as well.

“Pff,” Draco scoffed.

“Sorry?” Harry was a bit indignant.

“Haven’t you had enough of chasing the bad guys?” Draco questioned.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I suppose. But is that what you want? Or is it what you think people expect of you?” Draco swallowed more firewhiskey.

Harry was somewhat taken aback by Draco’s question. He sounded more than simply curious. He almost sounded angry.

“I . . . want to. It’s a noble and respectable profession.”

“You sound like an advertisement. Just because everyone says you’d make a good Auror, doesn’t mean to have to be one. What do you want to do?”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Why are you so interested anyway? What do you care?”

“Because you can do anything you want,” Draco reasoned. He said it with a twinge of jealousy in his voice. “Not everyone else can.”

“Are you talking about yourself?”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“What can’t you do that you want to?”

“Are you serious Potter?” The Slytherin sighed. “I’m a marked man.” He held out his left arm and pushed the sleeve up. “Or have you forgotten? Nobody else has.”

“People will forget, in time,” Harry tried to assure him. He reached over and took the bottle from Draco’s grasp. After sipping some firewhiskey, Harry asked him, “So, what do you want to do?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders. “I should liked to have been a Potions Master at the Apothecary. But I doubt he would take on a former Death Eater as an apprentice. Or a healer. There’s a fair bit of potion making in that.”

“And you can’t be a healer?” Harry queried, handing Draco the rapidly emptying bottle.

“Ha, who would let me heal them?” Draco asked rhetorically, then gulped the last of the firewhiskey.

“I would.” Harry shrugged.

Draco looked at Harry blankly. “What?”

“You just asked who would let you heal them. I said I would.”

“Oh. I wasn’t actually expecting an answer.” Draco paused. “You would?” he asked quietly.

“Sure,” Harry smiled. “You’re a great wizard. As much as I was loathe to admit it, I always knew that. I think you could do whatever you want.” He was feeling warm and relaxed, but only slightly buzzed.

Draco gazed at him, clearly more affected as he’d had more firewhiskey. He lingered, while Harry waited uncomfortably for him to say something.

Finally, Draco leaned forward slightly. “Whatever I want?” he asked in a husky voice. He leaned back away, but kept his gaze on Harry. “What do you want, Potter?”

Harry’s gaze lowered just a bit to Draco’s lips, being licked by his wet, pink tongue. “I, I’m not certain.”

Panicking, Harry abruptly stood up.

“I should be going. I can probably get back into my room by now.” He crossed the room to get to the stairs.

Draco made two attempts to get up before staggering to his feet. Harry wondered if Draco had started drinking before he got to the Tower. Harry turned to leave.

“That’s it?” Draco questioned, seeming more sober than he had a moment ago.

“Sorry?” Harry cocked his head as he spun back around.

“All the hand touching, silly smiling, watching me when you think I don’t notice . . . you’re not even going to try to make a pass at me? I gave you ample opportunity.”

Harry eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. For as subtle as Harry thought he had been, Draco picked up on everything. And now he was calling him on it.

“Uh,” was Harry’s only verbal response.

“Unless I’m mistaken,” Draco continued. “You did fuck Pansy after all.”

Closing his eyes, like a child does, thinking they can’t be seen, Harry waited for Malfoy to finish his thought. Mercifully, he didn’t bring up Harry’s huge faux pas. Instead, he asked Harry the question he had been asking himself for the past week.

“Do you have a real answer for my last question of the game? Are you bent?”

“Maybe,” Harry replied honestly.

Draco took a few strides toward Harry. “Maybe?”

Feeling as though Draco could look right into him to get the truth, Harry said, “Probably.”

One more step. “Just probably?”

Harry’s heart began to pound and his palms sweat. He subconsciously rubbed them on his trousers.

Draco took one more step and stood a mere foot away, one eyebrow cocked. Harry could feel the blond’s soft breath on his face. He swallowed hard and loudly, never taking his eyes off Draco’s smoldering stare. He was beginning to feel warm and light headed.

“Yes,” Harry whispered. But desire gave into fear as Draco began to close the distance between their mouths and Harry took a half step back. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I . . . I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I‘m sorry. It’s all too new.”

Draco straightened himself up and Harry waited for the insult or whatever method of saving his pride Draco was going to use.

“It’s all right. At least I got you to admit it,” Draco smirked.

Harry hung his head. He wasn’t sure why he was embarrassed. Maybe it was because, at eighteen, he should have had this figured out already. Or maybe it was because he basically came out for the first time to his Hogwarts nemesis. Former nemesis. Or possibly, it was the fact that he’d chickened out when the moment came.

“So, what now?” Harry finally asked, hoping Draco would have some brilliant insight. But he simply shrugged. “Do you think it’s chance that we keep ending up together every Friday night? Or something more?”

“You mean, like fate?” Draco questioned.

Harry nodded.

“I don’t know if I believe in fate. After all, there was a time I thought it was my fate to be a Death Eater and help the Dark Lord defeat you.”

“What if we didn’t leave it up to fate?” Harry quietly suggested.

“As in, plan to meet?” Draco’s raised his eyebrows.

Harry shifted on his feet. “Well, yes. I confess I’ve been enjoying these unplanned Friday night conversations more than I have admitted to anyone else.” Harry felt vulnerable and swiftly gave Draco an out. “Unless you don’t want to. It was just a thought.”

“Next Friday night then?” the Slytherin proposed.

“Here, again? Same time?” Harry was encouraged.

The corner of Draco’s mouth rose, giving him the appearance of a boy just handed all the goodies off the Hogwarts Express tea trolley. Harry thought either that, or a Hungarian Horntail about to devour him.

“It’s a date,” Draco said, and walked past Harry out of the Astronomy Tower.

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