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The Wand Game	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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October 24 1998

“Have you gotten everything on your list yet, Mione?” I’m getting hungry,” Ron complained.

“One more stop,” she answered. “Dervish & Banges.”

“What do you need there?” Harry asked.

“Everlasting candles.” She pulled Ron’s sleeve and directed him toward the shop. Harry followed behind, sniggering, glad he didn’t have someone tugging at him and ordering him around.

The three split up when they entered the shop. Hermione made a bee line for the candle section, while Harry looked at some of the newer items at the front of the shop. Ron wandered a small section of jewelry. He was surprised to find Draco Malfoy scrutinizing several items, including the amulets that Ron himself was looking over. Draco was carrying a bag from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop as well as a small bag from Honeydukes. Ron tried to sneak away before Malfoy saw him, but was too late.

“Buying something for your girlfriend?” Malfoy queried condescendingly. He knew the items in question were most likely out of Ron’s price range. Regretting the jab, he offered Ron some advice.

“You know, the second-hand robe shop in Diagon Alley sells amulets similar to these.”

Ron snorted, “I don’t need to buy Hermione second-hand jewelry. I worked at George’s shop over the summer. I have money.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” Draco rolled his eyes. “Granger just seems the sort to appreciate items with history rather than something shiny and new.” He began to walk away. “Whatever.”

“Wait,” Ron couldn’t believe he was actually going to try and have a real conversation with Malfoy. “She probably would. The second-hand shop, you said?”

“Yes. I once found an enchanted quill there. The shop manager thought it was defective because it didn’t write what he dictated. Instead, it told the story of the previous owner, in poetry. My mother adored it.”

“Then what are you looking at these for?” Curiosity always got the best of Ron.

Draco chortled. “Because Pansy is the sort to like shiny and new, and her birthday is coming up.”

Harry rounded the corner, catching sight of Ron talking to Draco of all people. He couldn’t hear what they were saying and he suddenly wished he bought an extendable ear. Their discussion was over as quickly as it started and Harry stayed hidden until Draco was completely out of sight.

“So what was that all about?” Harry tried to sound casual. “You and Malfoy being civil?” he joked.

“As a matter of fact, he was trying to help me, I think. Well, at first he insulted me. But now I know where to go to get Mione’s Christmas present.”

“You’re thinking of Christmas already? It’s not even November yet.”

“I want to get her something really special. Believe it or not, Malfoy gave me a great idea,” Ron admitted.

“Brilliant, then,” Harry smiled. “I guess he’s not so bad after all?” he hedged, in an attempt to gauge Ron’s opinion.

“Maybe not so bad.”

Trying to hide his gratification, Harry suggested they find Hermione and go to the Three Broomsticks for lunch.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

The Golden Trio sat in the Three Broomsticks enjoying a spread of fish and chips and chicken in a basket. Harry decided to forgo the butter beer and opted instead for lemonade. Hermione showed the boys her purchases while they talked and ate.

“Blimey, those are expensive,” Ron commented, looking over Hermione’s bill. “They’re just bloody candles.”

“No, Ron, they’re not just bloody candles. They’re everlasting candles. Which means I won’t have to buy more. Ever. So, in actuality, they’re a great value, in the long run.”

“I suppose,” Ron conceded.

Harry glanced up to see Draco walking into the pub with Pansy, Blaise and Harper, whom he presumed to be Blaise’s new boyfriend, since they were holding hands. His and Draco’s eyes met briefly and Draco nodded.

“Harry!” Hermione said loudly.

“What? Why are you yelling?”

“Because you didn’t answer the first two times I called your name.”

Shaking his head, Harry apologized. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I wanted to know if you would come to Diagon Alley with me next weekend?” Ron told him.

“Next weekend?” Harry thought. “Next weekend is Halloween.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Hermione said excitedly. “I almost forgot about the masquerade party. It’s Saturday night.”

“Okay, then let’s go Sunday,” Ron suggested.

“All right,” Harry agreed. “Are you two going to the masquerade?”

“Yes, aren’t you?”

“We are?” Ron asked.

“Yes, we are.”

Harry scratched his head. “I don’t know. It seems like a couples sort of thing.”

“Why don’t you ask the girl from Potions to go with you?” Ron grinned.

“You just want to know who it is,” Harry nudged Ron in the side.

“Everyone will be disguised,” Hermione reminded them. “No one will know who you’re dancing with. But I think most students are going with friends rather than as couples.”

“Aw, Mione, why’d you have to go and tell him that? We could have found out.”

Harry thought about what Hermione said. If he and Draco were disguised well enough, no one would know who either of them were. They could go together without any consequences. But Harry was getting ahead of himself. He wanted to see how Friday night went before he brought up a dance.

“Oi, Harry,” Ron said in a low voice. “Don’t look now, but Malfoy’s staring over here.”

“What?” Harry immediately looked over at Draco’s table despite Ron’s warning.

Having been caught, Draco swiftly turned his attention to Pansy.

“Do you think he’s still sore that you hooked up with his girl? You might want to watch your back.”

A short time later, Hermione watched Harry as he glanced over across the pub. The corners of his mouth raised ever so faintly into an almost imperceptible smile. When she turned her head to follow his line of sight, she noticed Draco look back at him. Not with malice as Ron had suggested, but with something Hermione couldn’t quite put her finger on. But if she was forced to put words to it, the one that came to mind, was longing.

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

October 30 1998

All that following week, Hermione had paid special attention to Harry and Draco’s interactions. At times, they seemed to completely ignore one another, which made her doubt her earlier observations. Other times, they appeared to go out of their way to be near each other. Sometimes passing each other closely in the corridor or walking behind the other’s chair in class when there was clearly an easier route to take. It wasn’t until Potions class on Friday that Hermione finally was able to confirm her suspicions.

For the past several weeks, Ron and Harry had been lab partners and Hermione usually paired up with Ginny. Harry walked into class just a step behind Hermione.

“Mione, why don’t you partner up with Ron today? I feel badly always taking him away from you.”

“But I like having Ginny as my partner.” She lowered her voice a bit. “She’s better at potions than Ron,” Hermione confessed.

“He’s gotten much better this year,” Harry smiled.

Sensing that Harry had a reason for wanting to switch, she agreed and sat down next to Ron. Harry waited for someone else to sit next to Ginny, as he knew someone would. She was very good in potions. As soon as Hannah Abbott took the seat next to Ginny, Harry turned and pretended to look around for a partner.

As casually as he could, Harry walked to Draco’s table, which was one row in front and to the right of Hermione and Ron’s table.

“Looks like Zabini’s not here. Mind if I sit? Ron’s partnering with Hermione today.” Inside, Harry was a bowl of jelly. Was he being too obvious? He was screwed for partners if Draco turned him down for appearances sake.

Draco glanced at the door. No sign of Blaise. “Yeah, all right. You’re not bad at potions, right?”

“Not too bad. I haven’t won any challenges since sixth year, though.”

As Slughorn stood and opened his mouth to address the class, Blaise came running in, out of breath.

“You’re late Mr. Zabini. Ten points from Slytherin. Take a seat.”

Blaise’s posture slumped when he saw Harry in his seat.

“Move it Potter.”

Harry looked up and smirked. “No thanks.”

“Oi, that’s my place.”

“Not today Mr. Zabini,” Slughorn advised. “Next time don’t be late. It appears that Miss Brocklehurst needs a partner.”

Blaise shot Harry a dirty look and reluctantly went to sit with Mandy.

“Page one hundred ninety-seven,” Slughorn announced. The sound of turning pages filled the room.

“We’re making Amortentia?” Hermione asked incredulously.

“Yes, Miss Granger.”

“But why? It’s a completely pointless potion,” she complained, earning glares from many girls in the class.

“Because, Miss Granger, it’s always good to know all sorts of potions. You never know when this one might come in handy. Plus, you should be able to recognize it should someone try to slip it to you.” He winked. “As you all know, this potion smells differently to everyone. So after you make yours correctly, I’d like you to go around the room and test out one another’s finished products. Every potion should smell the same to you. If it doesn’t, something is amiss with the potion.” Slughorn smiled. “I rather like this one. I’m always curious as to what other people smell.”

Hermione continued to grumble while the class began. She had almost forgot that she meant to observe Harry and Draco during class. She noticed that when Draco went to retrieve ingredients, he gently placed a hand on Harry’s back as he walked by. To the casual eye, it merely looked like Draco was trying to fit between Harry and the table behind him. But when the hand lingered for a moment, Hermione made note.

“Now, class, take care dropping the ashwinder egg in,” Slughorn warned. “If the yolk sac breaks before it cooks, your potion may be ruined. And don’t actually stir it. Gently wave your wand over it to get the current going.”

“Fuck!” Michael Corner accidentally yelled out. Wand had been Michael’s trigger word all week and by Friday afternoon, he’d had enough boners to last a lifetime.

“Mr. Corner?” Slughorn scowled. “Ten points from Ravenclaw. And I’ll thank you not to curse in my class again.”

“Yes sir,” Michael answered. “May I be excused for a moment? I need to use the toilet.”

A few snickers could be heard throughout the room.

“Is your potion finished?”

“No, sir. We just have to put the egg in,” Michael was clearly struggling to sit still.

“Finish the potion then you may be excused,” the Professor told him.

Shortly thereafter, Harry seemed to be leaning just a bit further than necessary as he watched Draco add the frozen ashwinder egg. As soon as the egg dropped in, Draco turned to look at Harry. Hermione spotted the blond briefly lick his lips.

As the last of the potions were finished, the very last being Blaise and Mandy’s, students began walking around the room to sniff the others. Michael hurried quickly out of the room.

Hermione noticed that since she and Ron had officially gotten together, the potion smelled slightly different to her. No longer did she smell mint toothpaste, but the honeysuckle from the first bouquet of flowers he brought her. She smiled sweetly at the memory.

Harry and Draco both leaned over their newly completed potion and breathed in. Harry laughed at the scent.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked. “What do you smell?”

Harry blushed, much to his horror, and tried evading the question. Draco, however, didn’t let up.

“Am I going to have to guess what it smells like to you, or are you going to tell me?” He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “I’ll get it out of you one way or another, Potter,” he said suggestively, which only made Harry blush once more.

“All right.” Harry sighed. “It smells like . . . lemons, and new fallen snow.”

“Is that all?” Draco prodded.

“And . . .the Quidditch locker room,” Harry muttered quickly.

“Really?” A large grin spread across Draco’s face before he realized he was doing it. He caught Hermione watching him, and composed himself.

“Well, what does it smell like to you?” Harry asked him.

“Strawberries, lavender and cedar,” he answered. Glancing quickly at Hermione, Draco added, “We’d better make the rounds like everyone else.”

Harry approached Ron and Hermione’s potion and sniffed with the same results as his own. All around the room, students inhaled deeply and critiqued one another’s concoctions. For the most part, they were successful. Some were stronger than other. Harry could scarcely smell anything from Blaise and Mandy’s.

Ron and Harry met up in front of Seamus and Neville’s cauldron.

“So, what’s it smell like to you?” Ron asked.

“Uh, snow, lemons and, um, ginger,” he made up on the spot, inspired by Ron’s hair. He wasn’t about to admit that one of the scents that attracted him was the boy’s locker room. He never even thought about it before, but now that he did, he became aware that he rather liked the locker room. Especially filled with sweaty boys. He could feel his face get warm again and silently cursed himself.

“At least you know what to look for now if anyone tries to slip you another love potion,” Ron laughed.

“What about you?”

“Oh, heh heh,” Ron laughed, embarrassed. “I smell cherry lipgloss, and some kind of flowery shampoo and stuff.”

“What do you mean stuff? What’s the other thing. Everyone else smells three things,” Harry pressed.

Ron shut his mouth tight and shook his head.

“Come on Ron, what else?”

“Don’t make me say it, mate. You’ll regret knowing, believe me.”

“What did you tell Hermione?”

“I told her I smelled candle wax. She seemed to like that.”

“All right,” Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “But what did you really smell?”

Ron appeared genuinely distraught.

“Ron, what is it?” Harry was a bit concerned at this point.

“Oh, fuck it all,” Ron grumbled. He bent down lower to Harry so no one else would hear. “It smells like Hermione’s snatch. And if I have to sniff one more fucking cauldron, I’m gonna cream my pants.”

Harry’s eyes widened, then he laughed hysterically, garnering attention from the other students.

“I’m so sorry, Ron. I shouldn’t have laughed.” But Harry did continue to laugh. “I think you ought to tell Hermione. Later, I mean. She’ll probably appreciate that very much. Maybe help you out there.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot, mate,” Ron pushed Harry’s shoulder playfully. “By the way, I’m kicking you out of the room tonight again for that.”

Harry shrugged. “I deserve that. But it was so worth it.”

〪o 〫O〬 o〭

The closer the time drew to ten o’clock, the more anxious Harry became. He had asked the house elves earlier in the week if they would put together a small picnic snack for him and Draco for their ‘date’. Harry still wasn’t sure if Draco meant that literally, but he didn’t want to show up empty handed. At half-nine, Harry was about to go down to the kitchens to retrieve the food and ask if strawberries could be added last minute.

“Where are you off to, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“Oh, uh, just out for a walk.”

“A walk, eh? Anywhere in particular?” she inquired.

He shrugged a shoulder. “Not really.”

“Meeting someone, perhaps?” she smiled knowingly.

“What makes you say that?” Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and glanced at the mantle clock.

“You seem nervous,” Hermione observed. She took Harry by the arm and led him to a corner of the common room.

“Mione, can’t I just keep something to myself for once?”

“I won’t tell anyone, Harry. I’ll even cover for you with Ron. You’re meeting someone, aren’t you?”

Harry glanced around to make sure no one else was listening. “Okay, yes.”

“Is it the same person from last Friday night?”

He nodded.

“Is it a boy?”

“What? Why would you think that?” Harry was always shocked at Hermione’s insight. He shouldn’t be after all this time, but he still was.

“Because you said this person instead of her. If it was a girl, wouldn’t you have simply said her?”

Harry closed his eyes. “Fine. Okay? It’s a boy. Are you happy?”

“Why didn’t you tell us? Are you afraid Ron won’t understand?”

“Of course I’m bloody afraid Ron won’t understand.” Harry noticed that Hermione didn’t really even flinch when he told her his date was with another boy. “You don’t seem surprised though.”

“Considering our conversation in the library, no, I’m not surprised.” She paused, hoping he would confide further in her. “Are you going to make me speculate? Because you know who my first guess will be.”

Harry stood silent, deciding whether or not to tell her, even though he knew she’d figured it out already.

Hermione lost patience. “Is it --”

“Don’t say it out loud,” Harry begged. “It’s who you think it is. Turns out, he didn’t mind me watching him. Do you think anybody else knows?”

“I doubt it. Unless you told someone else what you said to him during that party. I was carefully watching the two of you in class today.”

Harry closed his eyes and cringed. “And?”

“And if this is what makes you happy, I’m happy for you.”

His eyes popped open in surprise. “You’re not going to tell me I’m bonkers?”

“Not any more bonkers than I am for being with Ron,” she laughed. It made him laugh too. “But Harry, if anything comes of this, you’d better tell Ron yourself. Don’t let him find out through rumor and innuendo.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. But I want to see what happens tonight first. This could be one big joke on me, for all I know.” He sighed. “That would be awful.”

They paused, each thinking about the potential for humiliation.

“Hermione?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“A month ago, I wouldn’t have even considered meeting a boy, much less him. And now, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Hermione smiled softly. “For what it’s worth, I think it may be mutual.”

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