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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

Harry practically skipped all the way back to Gryffindor from the Astronomy Tower. When he arrived, Ron and Hermione, along with a few others were in the common room.

“Oi, Harry. Where’ve you been?” Ron asked, in an obvious cheerful mood.

“Walking around,” Harry shrugged, trying to appear casual. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, though.

“Walking around, eh?” Ron repeated suspiciously. “Did you happen to run into someone, by any chance?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Harry replied.

“And?” Ron encouraged.

“And nothing,” Harry shrugged, still smiling widely.

“Nothing is why you’re grinning like an idiot?”

“We talked.” Catching the look exchanged between his two best friends, Harry continued. “That’s all we did. It was really nice. We just talked. And maybe shared a bit of firewhiskey. But I’m not drunk,” he quickly added.

“Just to clarify, this is the same girl from Potions?” Ron asked.

“What girl in Potions?” Hermione questioned.

“Harry likes someone in Potions class, but won’t tell me who,” Ron explained.

“And you wonder why?” Hermione snickered. “What if he wanted that to be a secret?”

“Pfft,” Ron waved her off. “Come on, he tells you more than he tells me.” Unfortunately for Ron, he was correct. “So is it?”

“Yes, it’s the same person from Potions. Can we drop it now? I’d like to go to bed, now that my room is free.”

Hermione blushed and Ron gave out a small, shameful giggle.

“You’re still going to Hogsmeade tomorrow, right? Better get to sleep.” Harry called as he seemed to glide toward his dormitory.

“Yeah,” Ron called. “Be right there.” He gave Hermione a last kiss and wished her sweet dreams.

Something about their chat was off, but Hermione couldn’t put her finger on it. “Ron, I know you’re curious, but maybe you should just let Harry have his secrets for a while. He’ll share them when he’s ready.”

“I only want to help.”

“I know.” She kissed his cheek. “But sometimes, timing is everything.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

October 23 1998 continued

“So,” Neville began after taking a large gulp of butter beer. “You and Tracey Davis? What’s she like?”

“Not what I expected,” Anthony answered. “At first she sort of ordered me around. But when I was nice to her, she was nice back. And the next thing I knew, she was asking me to shag her.”

“Those Slytherin girls sure move fast, don’t they?” Neville giggled. He finished his butter beer and placed the bottle next to the last one he drank.

“Oh, yeah, you got Pansy that first party.”

“Actually, she picked me,” Neville corrected.

“I’ll bet she was wicked,” Anthony grinned. “What did she have you do?”

Neville tried to suppress his smile. “Everything, mate. I did things I’d never done before. Not that that’s really saying much.”

“Want to try something else I bet you’ve never done before?” Anthony asked, then upended his bottle, emptying it.

“Like what?” Neville questioned, curious.

Anthony, sitting across from Neville on the floor of the Ravenclaw common room, leaned forward.

“Whoa, what’re you doing?” Neville leaned back out of the way.

“Just trying something new,” Anthony replied casually.

“I don’t want to try that. No offense,” Neville offered. “Do you fancy boys? I thought you said you liked Tracey.”

Grinning, Anthony told him, “I do like Tracey. I was just seeing if you were a ponce.”

“A ponce? You think I like boys?”

“Oh. You’re insulted. I guess not, then.”

“Definitely not. Why do you ask?”

Shrugging, Anthony told him, “Some people think you’re a bender.”

“I’m just shy around girls is all,” Neville explained.

“You shouldn’t be. You’re not bad lookin’. Straighten your teeth out and get a decent hair cut and you’d be all right. Plus, you killed that huge bloody snake! You’re a regular hero.”

“You think?”

“Damn straight. So, tell me then, is there a particular girl you’re shy around?” Anthony prodded.

Blushing with a small smile on his face, Neville confessed, “Luna. She’s beautiful.”

“Looney Lovegood? You fancy her?” Anthony chuckled.

“Don’t call her that,” Neville frowned.

“Sorry. So what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Neville shrugged. “I don’t have much experience. I’ve never asked a girl out. Although I did manage to find the nerve to ask Ginny to the Yule Ball fourth year.”

Anthony clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, I’d say you’ve got some experience now. Go for it.”

Neville picked up another butter beer. “Maybe I will.” He downed half the bottle in one chug. “Are my teeth really that bad?”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

Parvati sat on Harper’s bed, a look of utter confusion on her face.

“It’ll be fun. You’ll see,” Harper pleaded.

Parvati opened her mouth to say something, but found she was speechless.

“These hands can work miracles, let me tell you,” he assured her. “I’ll make you feel beautiful. Just give me a chance.”

“And you’ve done this before?”

“Yes, loads of times. I’m good. When I get through with you, you won’t want to go to anyone else. Please?” Harper begged.

“Well . . . “

“I could force you, you know,” he reminded her. “But I’d rather have you as a willing participant.”

She sighed. “All right. But if I don’t like it, you’ll undo it, right?”

“Oh, you’ll like it,” he promised. “But, yes, I’ll undo it if you don’t. Is that a yes?”

Sighing again, Parvati gave her consent.

He clapped and bounced up and down on the bed. “Brilliant. Come with me.” He held out his hand to Parvati, who took it. Harper led her into the toilet he shared with his roommates and closed the lid.

“Have a seat.” He was practically squirming in his pants. “You may want to take your shirt off for this.” He handed her a towel. “Wrap this around your shoulders.”

Knowing Harper was homosexual, Parvati had no problem undressing in front of him. She removed her shirt and wrapped the towel as instructed.

“Not too short. I’ve always had long hair,” she warned him as he began to comb her lengthy black tresses.

“Is it an Indian thing? The long hair. Are you supposed to keep it long or something?” he asked.

“It’s traditional. And Indian women do have the most beautiful hair in the world,” she giggled.

“It’s gorgeous,” Harper agreed as he pawed it sensuously.

Parvati closed her eyes as Harper made the first cut, almost at her shoulders. “My mother is going to kill me,” she muttered.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

October 24 1998

By eight o’clock the following morning, the wand charm had been lifted and students began making their way back to their own dormitories.

Padma sat up on the floor in the Slytherin common room, where she had spent the night playing cards and gossiping with Millicent.

“My back is killing me,” she stretched and yawned. “I need to remember to bring pillows or something next time.”

“You’re going to do the next party?” Millicent asked.

Padma shrugged. “Why, aren’t you?”

“This whole thing has been a bust. I got stuck with Finch-Fletchley twice, and you. No offense.”

“Right. Why would I be offended,” Padma said sarcastically.

“No, last night was sort of fun. But the point of the parties is to hook up, yeah? I haven’t hooked up once yet.”

“I see your point.” Padma sympathized. Although she’d gotten girls for the last two rounds, she did have an amazing night with Theo to start off. “Holy shit, what did you do?!” Padma’s attention was diverted by her sister walking out of the boy’s dormitory.

“Do you like it?” Parvati asked, spinning around and running her hands through her now, much shorter hair.

“It’s so short,” Padma complained. “But I love it!” She pulled her sister’s face close and examined it. “Did you do your eyebrows too?”

“Harper did it all. You like it? He’s amazing,” Parvati sighed.

Harper stood grinning, quite proud of himself. “I told you,” he sang.

“Do me, do me,” Padma begged.

“You’ll have to choose my wand next week then,” he winked.

Just then, Michael walked into the common room after having spent the night with Pansy. His mouth gaped and his eyes widened at the sight of Parvati.

“Wow,” he whispered to himself as he stared.

Catching his eye, Parvati smiled back at him. Her smiled faded when Pansy sidled up to Michael.

“Thanks, Michael darling. It was a lovely night,” Pansy said, grinning.

He looked at her blankly.

“See you all in Hogsmeade,” Pansy called, and headed for the bath.

“I’ve got to be going. Thanks again Harper,” Parvati said and quickly left the room. Padma followed after her.

“What was that all about?” she asked her sister.

“Nothing.” Parvati remained tight lipped.

“Was it Pansy and Michael?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“ Parvati, please. Talk to me.” Padma pleaded.

“I should have realized it was just a game,” Parvati explained. “But Michael and I got each other’s wands twice. I thought that meant something more than it did, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, sis.” Padma smiled. “If he’s too stupid to know what he’s missing, forget about him. But on the other hand, you look fabulous. Let’s go flaunt you in Hogsmeade.”

“Breakfast first. I’m starving. We can shower after.”

Padma linked her arm through her sister’s and the pair walked to the Great Hall to join their classmates for the first meal of the day. They parted ways and headed to their houses, where Parvati was showered with compliments and a much needed ego boost.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

“I’ve named every girl in the bloody class, Harry. And you haven’t even given a tiny twitch at the mention of any of them,” Ron complained. He figured Harry would have some reaction to the name of the girl with whom he had met up with the previous night. But he had gone through the roster of girls names and nothing. “You’re too good at game face for me,” Ron pouted.

“You’re talking to the man who out poker-faced Voldemort, Ron. What do you expect?” Hermione chuckled.

“It’s driving me crazy. I just want to figure it out,” Ron said.

“Figure what out?” Ginny asked as she sat down next to Harry with Dean on her other side.

“Harry met with someone last night,” Ron blurted out.

Hermione swatted him on the back of the head and Harry glared.

“And you wonder why I don’t want to tell you things,” Harry remarked.

“Oops,” Ron was shamefaced, but not enough to keep quiet. “I was trying to figure out who she is, but he won’t tell.” He glanced at a scowling Hermione. “What? They know already. What’s the harm in talking now?”

“Another someone? You’ve been quite busy.” Ginny immediately felt sorry for the snide remark.

“Keeping mum about it, Harry? Smart idea around here,” Dean sympathized. “False rumors led to half of our arguments the last time Ginny and I were together.” They gazed at each other and smiled. “That won’t happen this time.”

“I swear, I won’t tell anybody. Else. You can even charm me to keep quiet about it. I just want to know who it its,” Ron made another appeal.

“We’ll see,” Harry said. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to change my shirt before we go to Hogsmeade.” He tugged at the collar. “This one is getting too small or something.”

Ginny leaned over and inspected his collar. “You’ve got in on backwards, silly. Boy, this girl must really have you in a tizzy. You can’t even dress yourself properly,” she giggled.

Blushing lightly, Harry stood. “I’ll meet you all out front, I’m going to fix myself. And no one has me in a tizzy. It’s just a simple mistake.” Harry strode out of the hall while the others watched and snickered.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Hermione said. “You should have seen him talking last night,” she smiled widely. “He’s definitely smitten. I’ haven’t seen him so . . .” she trailed off, letting her smile fade.

“So, what?” Ginny prodded.

“I’m sorry, Gin. I was being insensitive.”

“Mione, Harry and I broke up over three weeks ago. I’m with Dean now. If there was ever a person who deserved to be happy, it’s Harry. I just hope this girl is better than Daphne or Pansy.”

Hermione’s conversations with Harry in the library and last night kept creeping into her thoughts. She realized that Harry never actually referred to his crush as she or her. In fact, she recalled him saying person instead of girl.

“He’s not happy yet,” Hermione pointed out. “We don’t know if this person likes him.” She found herself referring to the object of Harry’s affections the same way.

“Well, who wouldn’t like Harry?” Ron questioned.

“Yeah, he’s . . . Harry.” Dean was of the same opinion.

Although Hermione agreed with them both, she had an odd feeling about the whole situation. Her gaze subconsciously traveled to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was talking and smiling with Pansy and Blaise, and some other boy she didn’t know. Hermione had to admit, Malfoy was rather handsome. Harry was right about that. Could it possibly be? Was there any chance the blond thought the same of Harry?

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