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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Team bonding – some sex, but not penetrative bar a dildo)
~~~ DIVISION ~~~
On the train to school Draco managed to share a compartment with Blaise, Pansy and co for the first couple of hours; then wandered up and down the train for another hour, feeling guilty about his sexual escapade with Harry. Blaise sent to the group, suggesting that Draco was upset. Harry sent back intimating that they had enjoyed some sex but that they had parted amicably.
Getting back to the same compartment Draco found only Nott, Crabbe and Goyle. He was too late to avoid their grabbing hands; he struggled but was soon overpowered. Opening his flies, they fished out his genitals, fumbling around until the ring was in place; forcing Draco’s balls forward and giving him a shiny erection.
“What is that for?” asked Draco, feeling very uncomfortable.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” said Theodore: “Now you’re to go and annoy Potter and his cronies.”
“No!”
“Oh yes, but you are.” Theodore pointed his wand at the ring: “Excruciate!”
Draco cringed and tried not to yell out: the hot searing pain in his genitals was very hard to bear. The other problem was that he was redeveloping his erection.
“All right! All right, I’ll go and annoy Potter, just stop that thing.”
“You have to say please.”
“What? – Ooh! – Please?” Draco was very forceful in his request.
“Say it as though you mean it.”
“Ow-w-w-w-w-w … Please …? Plea-ease …? Plea-ea-ease? P-L-E-A-S-E ?”
Theodore nodded and the pain stopped.
Draco hoped to send Harry a *didn’t mean it* message after he had finished abusing him, but Lupin’s reaction from the corner seat stopped him apologising secretly.
Back in the compartment Theodore had Draco’s pubes out on full view and his wand ready to try some more experiments when the train lights went out. The emotional discharge from their cabin attracted a Dementor. It latched on to the fact that the emotions were centred around a fair pubic area and so fastened onto it; sucking. The four occupants were terrified, and Draco went soft. He was lucky: the ring came off and nearly choked the Dementor. It shot out of the compartment trying to remove the object wedged in its throat. Draco quickly gathered his wits and fastened his clothes; escaping to another compartment, pleading with the very surprised Twins to shelter him.
For Draco, the missing ring was a blessed relief. For his three tormentors, it was a cause for worry because they had lost a valuable dark magical object.
~~~ ESTRANGEMENT ~~~
Harry was a bit miffed when Draco abused him, but all was forgotten in the horror of the Dementors’ presence. Afterwards he felt guilty about fraternising with the other side, so relations between them both cooled down considerably. He also felt guilty about having underage sex, even if it were mutual masturbation.
When Draco started playing up after he had caused Buckbeak to attack him; Harry became genuinely annoyed and Draco was unable to placate him, using their messages. In fact, Harry put up a mental block so that Draco could no longer fire *apologies* at him.
During the lesson when Snape ordered Harry and Ron to help Draco; Draco tried to rub Harry’s thigh, and nearly got stabbed as Harry brushed the Slytherin’s hand away because Harry had been chopping up ingredients at the time. Harry also realised the Draco was making political capital out of his supposed injury and supposed that the sexual overtures were tinged with the same thoughts.
Later that day in the DADA lesson when Draco was sneering at Lupin, Harry decided that, although the brat’s body was great, his intellect and appalling attitude was too much to take. That night he had a wet dream about tying the Slyth up and torturing his cock to make Draco scream. In the morning Harry found a chapter in the extrasensory book and learned the charm that would cut off any sending from the Slyth permanently.
Draco’s taunts about Harry not being able to go to Hogsmeade just added fuel to the fire. Draco’s “The Dementors send their love” remark did not help either. Draco’s public gloating about the Gryffindor Quidditch defeat increased Harry’s estrangement feelings; despite Draco trying to send more *apologies* to Harry’s blocked inner receiver.
The group met and Harry told of the events during his holiday. Blaise remarked that Theodore and the other two were keeping a very close watch on Draco.
However, it was Draco who warned Dumbledore about the Dementors raiding the Quidditch pitch. Afterwards, the headmaster had a chat with Harry:
“Have you any idea why Draco Malfoy would come and warn me about the Dementors raiding the pitch, Harry?”
Harry had a very good idea and wondered if he ought to tell Albus.
“Um … Probably because he had a fracas with them on the train, just as I did.”
“How did you learn about it? … No don’t tell me … Be careful of making friends with him Harry; the pure-blood party wants to compromise you. However, by the same token, it would be good for us to have a hold over House Malfoy. As I said; be careful, both sides are capable of using sexual politics for their own ends and you are just ripe enough to be tempted.”
‘If only you knew!’ Harry thought, as he wished the Headmaster goodnight. However, the idea that Draco might use sex to try to subvert him was a part of Harry’s thinking from then on, confirming what he had suspected in the potions lesson.
Draco was equally fed up with Harry because the Gryff was not making allowances for what Theodore, Crabbe and Goyle were forcing him to do. Theodore had been thoroughly chastised about the loss of the ring during the Christmas holidays and was determined to make Draco suffer. Most of Draco’s energies were taken up in making sure other Slytherins were around him when they were not in lessons or the main hall. In that way, the two bullies could not privately brutalise the blond; not that he always managed it. Having his private room also helped to keep their depredations to a minimum. Blaise also had a private room leaving Theodore, Vincent and Gregory to share a dorm. Something that Theodore was most displeased about because it underlined his parents’ lack of funds. That created more envious feelings from Mr Nott, although the other two thugs were oblivious to the implied sleight.
~~~ NEW BROOMS ~~~
Next time Harry saw Marcus he was fuming and all three of them became extra rough in their practice.
As they showered together afterwards Oliver asked: "What’s eating you, Markey?"
"You know that that blond bugger has bought his way on to the team with new brooms. Well now he’s throwing his political weight about. Sorry Harry but you'll have a new seeker to oppose you."
"With your training, and our still 'helping' to relieve him, I'm sure we can unnerve him enough to give me room."
"That's not all," Marcus growled: "His Uncle Severus wants me to add him to our private training."
Oliver roared with laughter: "I bet Harry will have him naked on the broom in one-hour flat. That'll unnerve him.
Harry chuckled: "That reminds me; I never did participate in the return match in the summer house, did I?"
"Are you proposing to include that brat?"
"Well ... Um ... If he's already naked ...?"
"When you gauged him that time, Harry, you were somewhat crude," Oliver grinned ferally: "Would you like some mature advice?"
"Some of the finer points of gauging still evade me," Harry's unctuous voice sounded just like Draco's: "Perhaps I need a naked dummy to practice on."
"Well now," Marcus rubbed his hands together: "He won't be dumb, when we gauged him he squealed like a little girl."
"So ... Our summerhouse is already soundproof."
"He didn’t squeal when we measured him."
"That's because you Gryffs were too gentlemanly when you had him. That was the last time he was pubically gauged, you know.”
“Why was that?”
“You made him cum. It was his first time and the sentence was until he ejaculated. He still gets gauged by his dorm-mates, just as you do. However, they do like to take their grievances out on him. That's when he squeals."
"Um ... Well ... he has been an annoying git recently."
"Let’s not get carried away on the first few practices, let's work him hard,” Oliver suggested: “He always seems to start complaining when the going gets rough. Then, when he starts to whine about stiff muscles and an aching back. We could pretend that we are concerned and offer him some massage, or the like."
"GOOD IDEA OLLIE," Two voices replied together.
“What brought this on?” Harry enquired.
“Let me tell you what happened in one of his first practices with us last year:”
~~~ FLASHBACK – QUIDDITCH PRACTICE ~~~
Draco was insufferable; he crowed about being the Slytherin seeker; claiming that he would walk all over pathetic Potter; annoying both the watching Ronald and Harry intensely. Marcus had to sit on his aggressive instincts hard, because the blond brat, instead of getting down to training with the team, sat on his broom issuing instructions. For or five well aimed bludgers from the pissed-off team-mates managed to get the ponce moving. However, his flight was not purposeful. It was a series of swoops and dives enabling him to show off his new uniform to the few onlookers. These included Harry and the Gryffindor team. They were not impressed at all, making rude comments about his posturing, and laughing outright when, in a fit of pique, Draco lunged for the snitch, missed it and fell off his broomstick into the Black Loch.
He emerged wet and furious. As far as Marcus was concerned that was an improvement because Draco applied himself to playing the training games; showing some skill in doing what he was supposed to.
The showers afterwards caused the next problem.
"I expected to have my own shower cubicle not to have to share. I'll wait until you've all finished."
"The blond snob says he doesn't want to share with us sweaty plebs," One of the team shouted derisively.
"Probably not worked hard enough to get a sweat on," another one taunted.
"One of the girls said that he had no balls when she and her friends gauged him," yet another one taunted.
"Only one way to find out about that," someone else growled.
"YEAH!” the team agreed.
Nakedly a dozen or so team-mates and reserves rushed upon the still clothed blond. He did not remain that way for very long. Each removed garment was accompanied by an exploratory grope with a result that, when the last piece of clothing came off, Draco was fully erect.
"It looks as though those girls were speaking figuratively and not physically." Two hands were pulling at his balls and rolling them in their fingers. When they closed their fingers, and squeezed, Draco's squealed falsetto-imprecations rang out.
"He sounds like a girl. Are you sure they aren’t false?"
A bigger hand replaced the other two. It grasped balls and prick and tugged hard. Draco yelled out in pain.
"No ... They're definitely male and fixed where they should be."
"Maybe he's one of those Aphrodite’s. Like the satyrs that the Greeks and Romans wrote about."
"Don't you mean hermaphrodites? Aphrodite was one of the love goddesses."
"Didn't they have an extra organ somewhere underneath?"
"Put him on the table and we'll have a good look. I can't feel anything extra."
On the table Draco's legs were forced up into the air and dragged apart; revealing his tight pucker quivering in fear. A procession of fingers entered it and felt around. Most of them encountered his prostate and rubbing it. He knew about it from another copy of the well-thumbed book that Harry and his mates had perused, but he'd never been tempted to try any exploration. This was an entirely new sensation as far as he was concerned; he was unsure whether he liked it or did not. Nevertheless, he squeaked and squealed, shuddering as each person fingered the pulsing gland.
"I think he likes that, mates. Maybe if we increase the number of fingers he would like it some more."
"No I Circe-well wouldn't," Draco countered: "I'm getting very sore down there."
"Maybe we could soothe it with some lotion."
"There's a bottle here that says it's for sore bums. 'To be applied internally' it says on the label. What we need is an applicator."
"Erm ... This might do?" The team-mate was waving a dildo around and grinning evilly.
Ensuring that the blond was watching two quidditch buffs applied the lotion and leered at him. Once oiled to their satisfaction it was introduced to his anus, which had to be massaged before it entered. Draco felt very full and rather dreamy as the team manoeuvred the penetrator. As it was, this new sensation caused his buttock muscles to flex as if he were ejaculating, much to the gratification of the onlookers. There was another curious phenomenon too. As the dildo went in, the blond's balls shrank and his penis firmed up and became shiny. As the dildo came out, so the flesh relaxed between his legs and his balls expanded. It was directly related to what was happening, because if the penetrative action speeded up so did the penile/scrotum increase or decrease when everything went slower. The blond's flexing muscles kept time as well and the whole process resembled the act of fornication: including Draco's groans of satisfaction. Naturally this excited the onlookers who, being more mature, were capable of earlier ejaculation.
Draco was surrounded by scarlet, pulsing pricks. Each one a different length and girth. He watched one, seeing it expand and start to shine just before it lost its creamy load all over him. Another followed suit and then another, all the team expressed their excitement in that way and then stopped. Completed, they lost interest in his body and wandered off to the showers to cleanse themselves. He was left on the table, covered all over in other people's ejaculate, and, being inhibited magically, unable to produce any of his own. The dildo slid out with a pop and his sexual apparatus lost its rigidity, however a new and urgent sensation remained centred around his genitalia. One that made him quiver in expectation of fulfilment and sleepy as though it had happened. In this sexual daze he managed to rouse himself, no longer caring if anyone could see his nakedness, and take a shower with the others. Somehow their taunts and lewd comments no longer affected him: he even managed to make a few himself. When they dried themselves, so did he. Dressed to attend more academic pursuits they departed into the normal scholastic atmosphere. He felt as though he had passed their test and now was part of the team.
Marcus had been part of that happening and still felt dubious about the blond. Although he did notice a certain jauntiness in Draco's gait when he left the changing room. Reserving his judgement, he went to report to Professor Snape.
"And how did my Godson behave?"
"Abominably at first, but he fell into the Black Loch and his application to the training schedule improved from then on."
Severus sensed the reluctance in Marcus: "And the rest of his conduct?"
"Ahem ... Altered ... Less bumptious ... Not yet fully compliant ... Probably feels more a member of the team after his experience with us ... I reserve my judgement on his fitness to play."
"Anything happen after the training session?"
"Oh ... You know ... The usual rough and tumble ... It took some time before he decided to join us all under the shower heads, but he did in the end."
Severus smiled grimly and remembered his runs in with Harry's father, James: "I do hope he wasn't hurt too much."
"I think he'll recover easily."
"Good. Because his father is coming to watch his son play in the next match. And he is expecting his son to be groomed as the next Leader of Slytherin."
Marcus groaned.
"Politics demand that a blond head be seen to be part of the team. Even if as a reserve he only plays part of the time. I understand you are to be offered an extra year or two as an assistant coach."
"I see ... I'm sure that our seeker will need time-out ... I just hope that a fresh player might speedily end the match for us. Assistant coach … Thank you Professor … Erm … Am I to understand that I shall have the same guidance role that I do now?"
Severus nodded: "Just so. Please let me know when you want a resupply of the lotion and its applicator." And that ended all discussion.
~~~ BACK IN THE THIRD YEAR ~~~
After Harry and Oliver had left, Marcus arranged a little ceremony on Draco’s birthday where he was hailed as ‘Next Leader of Slytherin’. Those in the know also heard that Marcus was staying on and put two and two together. Nevertheless, certain courtesies were extended towards Draco, who also realised that he would need Marcus’s support.
~~~ REFLECTION ~~~
Draco quickly showered and climbed into bed. He lay awake wondering what the little ceremony had really meant. By the following morning Draco had realised that that was the breakthrough he needed – he would probably be still subservient to Marcus’s whims, but he hoped much less so.
The result was that his ego started to grow as the other students began to look towards him for direction; not that it grew enormously because within a week they were all travelling to their homes for the summer break.
On arriving back at the manor Lucius wanted a long report. He was pleased that Draco was to be the Leader of Slytherin and had his father gauge him just to make sure. However, Lucius was displeased about certain exam results. Draco was beaten, but not as abused as he had been.
All in all, he felt he was better off this summer than he had been during the last one. He was looking forward to being his house’s titular boss next term too and, because of that; Lucius had Draco in his study every day for a politics lesson. Some of the information, Draco found boring and some highly intriguing; much of it was about patience and careful manoeuvring. Draco also realised that he had to abandon his selfish outlook and appear to take into consideration what other people wanted or were thinking about, to effect his schemes.
One night whilst remembering, and masturbating to, a couple of his escapades with Harry; Draco had a sudden insight into the way the Gryff might well be thinking about him. He saw that Harry probably thought Draco was using his sexual attraction in a political way and was thus avoiding any peace overtures. This saddened him and he decided to try to present a more loveable persona towards his green-eyed idol.
As part of his political education Lucius took Draco to various receptions and explained what the Malfoy clan hoped to gain from them. This Draco found was very interesting, watching and working alongside a master of guile such as his father.
There was a downside however, Draco realised that some of the political manoeuvring was aimed at procuring a wealthy heiress for him to wed. With his fixation on Harry, this required all of Draco’s cunning to appear interested in the young lady so as to appease his father, and yet not encourage the prospective wife to have any real hopes of anything permanent coming from their meetings. To that end he recruited Pansy Parkinson. Pansy wished to be a free spirit and have no arranged marriage; so, the two Slyths came up with a subterfuge that seemed to have them heading for the marriage stakes together. For the time being the smoke screen fooled both sets of avaricious parents.
~~~ WORLD CUP ~~~
Draco was thrilled to learn that the Malfoys had seats in the official box and in a happily anticipatory mood went along with his parents. He was more than a little miffed to find that the Weasley family had better seats at the front of the box and, forgetting his self-promise to be nice, made several sarcastic remarks. Only when he saw his father indicating Harry and mouthing ‘political usefulness’, did Draco relent; but by that time the damage had been done. Draco’s scathing attitude later was an attempt to separate Harry from the Weasleys for a quiet chat, but that backfired on him also.
During the run-up to the World Cup Blaise and the rest of the group managed to have an hour or so together in the Zabini tent. They brought each other up to speed about their various goings-on and Blaise agreed to try and see what he could do to soften Draco’s attitude.
~~~ NEW QUARTERS ~~~
There was no possibility of attracting Harry’s attention on the train, because Theodore, after the supposed show of death-eater strength, was in a domineering mood and, aided by Vincent and Gregory, kept Draco under constant surveillance. Draco’s awareness of others was growing and he saw how much the two brutes were in the thrall of Theodore. It was almost as though he held a guilty secret about the Crabbe and Goyle families and was blackmailing their sons into complaisance. Draco resolved to try and find out what it was.
Arriving in the Slytherin quarters the blond went to look at the new room which he would be occupying this year. It was well appointed and had the use of a private bathroom; being more sumptuous than his previous one. He looked around his new domicile with approval; noting where the elves had unpacked his belongings. He came across a file labelled ‘Leader of Slytherin’ and sat down to read what was inside. Only when he read the official instructions on gauging did Draco really realise how difficult he had appeared. From the politics lessons, Draco had realised that winning people was better than coercing them and resolved to try to win the Slytherins’ hearts; in direct opposition to Marcus’s domineering dirty-minded devices. However, he thought he should chat with a couple of his contemporaries first; trying to avoid embroiling his two minders whose attitude he already knew.
“Now you’ve got the power, seek out some nubile lower years and have their breeks down,” was Theodore’s advice with Millicent’s whole hearted backing.
Blaise, Pansy and a couple of others understood the ‘win-them’ politics and advised much greater caution.
“You might have a better image with Harry,” Blaise whispered, winking knowingly and remembering his agreement with the group.
“I thought it didn’t show?” Draco replied sotto-voce.
“Not to most people probably; but with my mother’s constant stream of husbands I have learned to be an acute observer, Draco. Not that I’ll say anything to the others, mind you. It would be churlish of me to do that after you got me out of that scrape with Mother last year; to say the least.” 'And I still haven't let on to him about my attachment to Harry's group’, he thought quietly to himself.
“Thanks Blaise, he still won’t talk to me. Whatever I say seems to be taken the wrong way and we end up shouting or hexing each other. Then, Theo and his threats are another problem. If I try to appease Harry too much, Vince or Greg has my balls on fire.”
“For Merlin’s sake, Draco, don’t let Theo hear you calling Potter by his given name.”
“Mmm … Sorry … I’ll try harder. It’s easier when I get all tensed up inside, I can almost spit the ‘P’s and ‘T’s.”
“Yes … I’d noticed.” Blaise chuckled.
Blaise had a private room also and as well as a private washroom he had a walk-in closet to hang his clothes in. To avoid being taken unawares by the three bullies he had securely warded his outer door, however before unpacking he sat at his desk to think about how he would conduct himself this year. He jumped when a strange elf appeared silently.
“Who are you and why are you here?” Blaise asked, slightly crossly.
“I’m Dobby, Master, a free elf, but I choose to serve Master Harry.”
“Ah yes, I’ve heard Harry talk about you. Pleased to meet you, Dobby.”
“Master Harry sent me to show you the hidden door.”
“What hidden door?”
“The one to the Group’s private study. Let me show you.”
Dobby entered the walk-in closet where a curious door had appeared within it. Dobby explained that it only appeared when Blaise was alone and had magically locked the door to the apartment. The elf then disapparated. Blaise felt relieved; barring entry was essential this year because Theodore was on the warpath trying to convert all of Slytherin by force. He opened the door and found it led into a small common-room; Hermione was sitting reading a book.
“Hello Blaise, Dumbles has given us this room. That door leads to my bedside closet but only I can open it. The other leads to Harry’s dorm and those five can only open it. I expect your door reacts in the same way.”
“Is there no door to the outside?” Blaise admired the view from the tall window over the Black loch and noticed a small stone platform with a hinged railing.
“The others are dummy doors or lead to cupboards and a loo.” Hermione stood and walked over: “The window opens on to a small balcony though. I imagine we could use broomsticks to fly from there.”
“Great! A private room especially for us. I take it Dumbles knows about our little claque and gave us the room.”
“Yes … McG and your housemaster know too.”
“What? Snape?”
“Yes. Him. Despite appearances he’s on the side of light.”
“Funny way of showing it.”
Hermione chuckled: “He sees James whenever he looks at Harry. James bullied Severus terribly when they were at school together.”
“I take it that James was Harry’s father?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
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