Fifty Blue Shades of Harry

Harry was at a loss. He felt very guilty about throwing Charlie into the wall. He wanted to go make it up to him but Harry also didn't want Charley to take it the wrong way, he still wanted to fuck Draco. Harry realized he had two options: do what Draco wants, or do without him, so Harry would behave himself until he made that decision.

Interestingly enough, Draco also appeared to be behaving himself. Harry appreciated it, as Draco seemed to really affect his thinking. Instead, Harry focused on his upcoming wand making competency. It would take place in the morning.

There are 41 types of wood and 16 wand cores. According to Ollivander's notes, there are 3 supreme core types: unicorn hair, for its faithfulness and consistency; dragon heartstring, for its power; and phoenix feather, for its large range of magic and finicky personality.

Most wands are between 9 and 15 inches long. Apparently, longer wands were attracted to those who were more unique, and shorter wands were attracted to people lacking something. Harry was content with his 11 inches.

The actual wand-making process interested Harry greatly. No two cores were exactly the same, and actually had their own preferences of wood; not solely based on wood type, but also thickness and rigidity.

It was the wand maker's job to assess the connection between a particular core and its complimentary wood. Either you felt it or you didn't. This made Harry nervous.

Once you've found an appropriate pair, you must soak both the wood and core in a vat of salt water. The water is usually boiled. Once the core has adhered to the wood, you may begin to carve. For the most part it's up to the wand maker to determine how long the early-wand should soak for. It could be anywhere from 30 seconds to a year or more. The wand maker also had to determine a proper length based on what the wood-core combination was. In the most successful of wand making cases, the wand will let you know when it is satisfied.

The process seemed so spiritual that it was hard for Harry to grasp just from reading about it. All he could do was wait for morning. Perhaps he would go bother Malfoy.

Harry peeks hopefully into the living room, pleased to see Draco sitting on the couch. However, he had company. A very pretty woman sat next to him. She had long black hair and deep hazel eyes. They both look up at him at the sound of Harry's door opening.

"Haha you weren't kidding." the strange woman said to Malfoy, referring to the fact that Draco was now living with Harry Potter.

Malfoy just raises his eyebrows at her as though to say 'duh'.

"Think maybe he'll join us?" she asks, moving to sit in Malfoy's lap.

Amused, Draco grabs her hips and presses her down against his cock.

"Dunno, what do u say Harry?" Draco asks with a smirk, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Er, no thanks. Gotta review for a competency tomorrow. Was just coming out to make some food. Do you guys want anything?"

"Oh, I have my dessert right here." Draco smirks at the little bouncing thing in his lap. He had always been fond of Sasha. She had quite a way of topping from the bottom. It was a nice twist. Every now and again she'd bring a few others to join the party. On occasion, he's had to fight some of these others over dominance. Draco hasn't lost yet. Heh.

But tonight it looks like it would be the two of them. He scoops her up, and smirks gleefully as he feels Harry's eyes on the back of his neck as he walks them to his room.

Harry was confused. Why did this girl bother him so?