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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}]
~~~MAGE & ELF ~~~
[Continued rape & beating - drug induced sex with partner - equine simulation - four in poolside fun]
The final act was in the morning and was the most demeaning. Rory withdrew, arose, made his ablutions and dressed in trews and a shirt. Draco was allowed to wash and dress normally for breakfast. However, he was very careful what he ate, surreptitiously testing every bite. Somewhere arund was Fawkes, Draco could sense his presence but not see him.
F: *Was your lesson enjoyable, my Son*?
D: *You knew what would happen didn’t you*?
F: *In outline yes. I hope you will now be a more tolerant person and a little less scathing about Harry’s mistakes*.
D: *I thought I was*.
F: *Do you wish me to enumerate the times you’ve really hurt him*?
D: *Please no … I’ll try harder*.
F: *Good*!
Further mental discussion was interrupted
“Stand and open your flies Malfoy; show me your penis.” Siobhan demanded.
Draco, still under the influence of the collar, warily did as he was told.
“I want to see you excite it to ejaculation with in ten minutes otherwise you’ll be thrashed.”
Draco was not in the mood but he worked feverishly at it. By the end of ten minutes he was hard and panting but nothing had emerged.
“Very well! Undress and grip that beam above you.”
The dratted collar was still on and when he tried to remove it he seemed to burn his fingers. So he did as he was told.
He could just grip the beam; Rory found a paddle and applied it, just stinging and awaking Draco’s libido sufficiently for him to splash out. This time Siobhan conjured a detached snake which latched on to Draco’s tender prick, sucking and irritating his helmet’s edges. The snake became almost invisible once it had engulfed the Slyth’s prick. In the throes of lust Draco gave a very convincing demonstration of male virility in all its forms. As he neared fruition the snake would stop, pause and try a different tactic; even using its tail in his anus. Only his enforced grip on the beam kept Draco from collapsing as he eventually had an eruption second only to the one he had with Harry when he was healed.
After coffee and biscuits came his last performance. Rory unzipped enough to allow his hard implement air. A naked Draco had to sit on it and then lie down on Rory, closing his legs so that nothing of Rory’s nakedness showed. It was Siobhan’s fingers which caressed the Slyth’s naked prong; she kept pausing just before the blond erupted. Only when Rory indicated he was complete was Draco allowed fruition. Whilst Rory held him still the witch rubbed his slit as the spunk emerged; causing the Slyth to gasp and writhe in the agony of salaciousness. He was allowed to dress after that, but the slightest movement of his abdomen had him twitching sexily because his undershorts scraped.
Harry flooed; enquiring after his lover and, after being invited, came through.
“He’s just about to leave, Mage Potter. He has a lot of samples from the second island, and we look forward to entertaining him when next he needs to replenish his stock.” Siobhan gave Draco a knowing look: “I think he’s feeling slightly delicate and may have missed your company, I do hope you make it up to him.”
“Of course I will; thank you for looking after him so well Mages. Come along Draco, I have a lot to tell you and no doubt you have much to tell me.”
Draco felt the collar melt away but as it departed the compunction for sex with his Lover started growing and the blond realised that what remained were the final throes of the potion still acting.
~~~ RECOVERY ~~~
A floo to Hogwarts and a discussion with Minerva; port home and a meeting with Astoria and Blaise where Draco handed over his samples, the time it took had Draco in a state of sexual turmoil. He had great difficulty in not jumping Harry’s bones when they sat chatting to friends at lunch in their favourite alcove at Fiorello Fortescues. For some reason his mental connection with Harry was not working, so he was quivering in lust by the time they had reported in to Kingsley and been given permission to have the rest of the day off. Arriving at Grimmauld Place they were collared by Narcissa, who had a charity dinner planned and wanted to brief them about it. Harry of course, was all patience and sat listening attentively to all that Narcissa wanted to tell them. Draco, on the other hand, was squirming in repressed sexual tension.
F: *Remember your lesson, My Son, be patient*.
Draco thought that Fawkes was laughing at him: *It’s all right for you, Mr Phoenix. You’ve not had your bollocks painted with something like Fortislasciviens. Every bit of me tingles with desire*.
F: *Tell Harry then*.
D: *Our mental communication system isn’t working and I’m not revealing my unadulterated lust in front of my Mother*.
Fawkes chuckled: *I’m sure she’ll understand*.
*Understand what, Fawkes*? The connection cleared and Harry honed in mentally.
F: *That Draco’s madly in love with you*.
H: *Yes I know, I’m madly in love with him too*.
D: *For Merlin’s sake, I’ve had something like a Lasciviens potion brushed on my bits*.
H: *So that’s why you’ve been stroking my thigh, I found it very comforting*.
D: *I was trying to contain myself and signal to you*. For some reason Harry did not seem to understand Draco’s urgency.
H: *Oh right! Your father had Berwyn painted with Fortislasciviens and he worked his feelings off on his brother. Would you like me tell you about it*?
D: *For crying Circe’s sake, not before we have some rumpy-pumpy*.
H: *Ooh; aren’t you eager*?
D: *Say goodbye to Mother NOW*!
H: *That’s a bit peremptory*!
D: *What’ll be peremptory will be me dragging your clothes off and fucking you in front my parent*.
H: *Oh … Really …? Very well then*. “Auntie, we’re both a bit tired after our exertions, my we finish this conversation tomorrow, please?”
“Of course Harry. Take my son upstairs and tuck him in; goodnight. Once you’ve had some sleep I’ll get one of the elves to bring you something later on.”
D: *I’m intent on fucking not tucking, Lover. I hope she doesn’t send one of the young elves up, they’ll be in for an eye-opener*.
Draco ran upstairs in front of Harry who was still being courteous to Narcissa.
Harry arrived in the bedroom to be subject to an ‘Exuero Te’ as he entered and pounced upon as the door lock took hold. There was no finesse, Draco was already oiled, inside and pumping before Harry reached the bed. The hex had a strong impulse and required two sessions each before Draco’s mind was cleared of the compulsion.
Lying in bed afterwards Harry confessed to his escapade with Galvin.
“I can hardly object, I’ve lost count of the time I came to Rory’s blandishments.”
“That doesn’t count, you were under constraint.”
“Yes it does, anyway who says I didn’t enjoy most of it.”
“What; being smacked and tortured?”
“Aw, c’mon Harry, you know having my bum beaten gets me all hot, you’ve done it to me many times.”
“Yes I know, but I succumbed to temptation when I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s not as though he wasn’t willing, is it?”
“No … But …”
“Stop it, or I shall have to spank you.”
Harry peeked craftily at Draco: “I shall still worry about …”
“… That does it!” Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him over his knee: ‘SMACK … SMACK … SMACK … SMACK … SMACK … SMACK …’ Draco suddenly caught on: “that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t stop … I was just getting the mood.” … … … …
Naturally Draco wanted a re-play.
By the time morning came they had worked out their frustrations and kinks and were in a receptive mood when Narcissa collared them to continue her briefing at Breakfast time.
~~~ REPORTING ~~~
They escaped and went to the Ministry where they picked up where they had left off. Of course there were reports to write. Harry’s was returned twice because he used too many earthy words to describe what had happened between the two brothers. It was Draco who suggested the euphemisms that would imply what happened without describing the actual actions.
Narcissa’s launch back into society was a muted success. Draco’s back-story as a misinformed, misused youngster had obtained public sympathy. An adult reformee who had been misused by her husband was less acceptable. What helped was Harry’s reiteration of her part in deceiving Voldemort, and his presence at her soirée. Discussing the event afterwards they thought that the next event would be just before the Wizengamot reconvened; where Astoria and Narcissa would jointly host the planned Progressive Party’s dinner. She was better received at this gathering and managed to suggest at least one reform, from her own experience.
~~~ MASTER NO LONGER ~~~
Ginevra’s birthday was a private Friday dinner at Bagshot Cottage, with the two girls, Hermione and Ronald, plus Draco and Harry.
That same weekend the Dumbledorians had had enough of Kreacher calling them Master and Mistress and made a pact not to reply if he did so. In fact, they pretended he wasn’t there if he addressed them so. He had become used to calling Harry and Draco by their given names some months ago, mainly because Harry had asked if Kreacher still obeyed his master.
“Of course I do Master.” The old elf looked puzzled.
“Absolutely and to the letter?”
“You know that already, Master.”
“Fine! You’re a member of the Wizengamot and of the Dumbledorians and my Reeve to boot. As such you are supposed to advise me. Advisors aren’t subservient they’re equals. So why do I have to order you to always call me Harry and to call my partner Draco.”
“Oh …! Oh dear …! I suppose I must then.”
“Fine! Who am I?”
“Oh … Harry?”
“And who is this sitting next to me?”
“It’s Draco,” Kreacher heaved a sigh of resignation and then shrugged.
That was in the past, but on this particular Sunday when offering the drinks tray round after the meeting, only a few of the Dumbledorians recognised him.
“Harry … Do they think I’ve poisoned their drinks, or something?”
“No Kreacher; I bet you used the ‘M’ word again, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes … It’s so ingrained in my psyche.”
“So were dark ways into mine, Kreacher, but I made an effort to dig them out.”
“Yes … I saw that, Draco, and what a pleasant change it was.”
“As Harry would say; ‘Fine’ now go and make their day pleasant again.”
Kreacher assiduously went round and addressed each silent person by name, apologising and offering them a drink.
There were a few slip-ups during the next month, but within four weeks Kreacher had schooled himself to regard his fellow members as equals and for the mages to accept that the corps of elves wanted a chance at serving the masters who had rescued them from horrific circumstances.
~~~ SUNDAY ~~~
Kingsley allowed them some time off during the remaining part of the last week so that the Blakes could prepare for the half-teacher half-auror role they would be undertaking this academic year.
That last Sunday the lovers looked out of the bubble to see that it was cloudy; Draco and Harry had already had some fun earlier in the night and so were quite content to cleanse each other lovingly under the shower.
It was umbrellas and waterproofs for the walk to church. John’s sermon was about forgiveness and new beginnings using the quotation: ‘how many times shall I forgive my brother, seven times? The answer came back: No, seventy times seven’. Draco squeezed Harry’s hand at the idea behind the quote; then they were both taken up by the fresh start idea relating it to their new arrangements between Hogwarts and the Ministry.
Despite not being supposed to go into the Ministry, each of them had odds and ends that needed foreclosure. With that and, now they were properly qualified Ministry tutors, helping Pullet and Phealey set up their teaching syllabi; the week was fully occupied.
That week had been winding down slowly, so instead of intense feelings, Harry and Draco were in a quiet contemplative mood as they undressed each other and partook of a joint shower. Sitting in bed with their arms round each other’s shoulders, they quietly reminisced about the happenings of the last month whilst being fully engaged at work, supporting each other in their teaching and auror plans for the coming term.
Slowly succumbing to sleep, they slipped under the covers and slumbered in each other’s embrace.
~~~ LAST HOLIDAY DAY ~~~
Thursday morning, Draco rose, looked out of the bubble and stretched. “Good morning Harry, it has stopped raining and the sun’s peeping behind the trees. Every leaf is tipped with silver, the view’s enchanting.”
“Ugh! I hate early risers; come back to bed. Besides the view I can see is enchanting too. Your woody is catching the sunlight.”
“Trust you to feel earthy when I’m feeling poetic. Maybe I’ll consider your offer; if there is anything in it for me?”
Harry drew down the covers enough to let Draco see an anticipatory scarlet finial.
“Hmm … I think poesy can wait. Things practical seem much more exciting at the moment.” Draco dawdled sexily back towards his reclining lover, who had his eyes firmly fixed on a certain scarlet dagger mounted inside fair curls.
As Draco approached, Harry turned over and arched upwards. Draco admired the fleshly globes now on view and noticed something winking pinkly in between them. There was a sheen there and Draco could smell the aroma of lavender oil emanating from it. Understanding the message, he mounted the saddle provided and commenced riding his partner, neighing in lust. Once at the gallop he needed to steady himself, so he reached around to grip the body in front of him. To his delight he came across something that would make a stallion proud, holding it and blending his movements so that both conjoined lovers became one. That conjunction soon produced the results that they required; whinnying in delight the two of them gave of their best resources to the broonies before collapsing on to the bed.
“Thank you Lover, that was most enjoyable. Maybe we can view the fairy silver on another day.”
“You know; I’ve found that rising early does have certain rewards.”
“Your rising accoutrement was enough reward for me. However, this is our last chance to be lazy before having to go back to rigid timetables.”
“Okay let’s have a snuggle and a snog or two, or three.”
Funnily enough, what should have quietened their attitudes actually reawakened the desire to be active. After half an hour’s cuddling they rose and showered; then ran nakedly downstairs and into the pool. There was more splashing and horseplay than dedicated swimming, but it suited their enlivened states of mind. Breakfast was followed by broomsticks. Still naked, they occluded the wards so that no one could see, they swooped low over the roof and chased each other and they found a tennis ball and played Quidditch. Hot and sweaty they swooped through the open patio doors, jumped off their steeds and plunged directly into the pool; exhilarated the pair splashed and played until coffee time.
Having worked off some of their youthful high jinks they had a planning session with Phealey and Pullet, listening to each other’s ideas for teaching and making one or two suggestions. They thought hard about what made Minerva’s, Pomona’s and Filius’s classes so enthralling. D&H also told the elves of the fright Barty Crouch Junior had given them, disguised as Mad-eye. They, as well, wanted to avoid the too stern approach that Severus had adopted, or the boring one of Professor Binns. Harry pulled Draco’s leg about being a younger version of Snape and then had to describe Draco’s godfather to the elves. Draco got his own back, by mimicking Harry as a male Sybil. The elves wondered how they, by themselves, would deal with students of their own age or slightly under. They sat round a table scribbling notes on silently conjured parchments.
In the afternoon Draco started telling Harry what he had learnt about communicating with plants from his mother and the elves added to the conversation. Immersed in green thoughts they wandered around the garden, Draco explaining and Harry practicing; P&P also tried-out the communicating charms. Pringle honed in on them helping with the learning process. Slowly a dream-like state drifted upon the company. Going into the woods they followed the path, admiring remembered shapes and discovering new sights. As before two mages and two prof-elves sat in the sweet smelling glade, silently communing and marvelling at the broonies’ antics until dusk overtook them. They had lingered overmuch, so shivering they took the tunnel and all four went upstairs for a hot shower.
“We stayed out too long,” Draco remarked through the steam.
“Yes, I know, but that special togetherness mood was one I didn’t want to break,” Harry agreed.
“I know! We enjoyed it too; maybe one day we’ll become adult and sensible,” said Pullet.
“Probably tomorrow, when we become proper professors for the first time,” added Phealey.
“Hmm … I’m dreading that, and yet I’m excited about it too,” remarked Pullet: “Our first time taking classes by ourselves instead of as a pair. I wonder how the new intake will take to having elves as professors. The rest of the students are used to us by now, so taking a class singly shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“If you’d like we’ll pop in and give them a pep talk about behaving.”
“Thanks for the offer but we have to stand on our own feet. I’ll use Harry’s method of quelling awkward ones. It cured Pansy and alienated Theo – not that he was that good anyway.”
“I can ensure that any difficult ones make a bad smell in their first lesson, their mate’s ridicule is a useful way to bring them into line.”
“There won’t be that many coming from traditional families, most of the old codgers’ children are grown up now. However, we would like to do a couple of guest appearances later on in the term.”
Pullet chuckled: “Minerva’s already got them booked in the timetable. Not that we object, a change of teacher freshens up a pupil’s outlook, so Gran says.”
“Time for us to get some rest, I think,” said Phealey: “C’mon lover our bed is calling. Goodnight Milords.” The elf gave to two Blakes a mocking bow.
~~~ TRIAL ~~~
The Hogwarts Express wended its way without incident. Once the first feast was over it was a weekend, so each professor took a first-year learning-quad in hand and walked them around the establishment; giving them insights into what was expected from each discipline. That included a trip through the portal to the annex on Sunday to experience the mixed environment of the village and its church.
At the end of the first week the three captured Satraps stood trial and received a few years’ custodial sentence. Apart from the threats and the sexual torturing of Berwyn there was little else to connect them to any other murderous crimes, nor were they present at the attack on the Ministry. Draco was given leave to use his forensic capabilities to link them to any other crime scenes but he was unable to find anything conclusive. Naturally Berwyn and Galvin came up to London to give evidence at the trial and Rita managed to report Berwyn’s evidence and make it sound lewder than it actually was.
A couple of days after the trial Wisteria was leaving for her continental train holiday so she and her two sons were invited to stay at Grimmauld Place for the trial and the few days before she left Waterloo. On the afternoon before they returned home Harry and Draco finished work early and took the brothers through the portals to Chantry Cottage. Being midweek there were no Dumbledorians around so they had the pool to themselves. It was hot so whilst digesting their tea they sat in the garden discussing what had happened. Sipping fleur wine seemed to lower their guards and when Berwyn disclosed his feelings after Fortislasciviens, Draco let slip that he had seen the potion in action from both sides. A little more of the Rory story emerged because Draco had, under Voldemort’s direction applied something similar to Rory. Harry laughingly chided his Lover about having the tables turned on him and Draco got all hot and bothered.
“You don’t know what it’s like, Harry,” said Berwyn in support of a blushing Draco: “Even its application is ravishing.”
“Go on, it can’t be that bad.”
Draco was feeling mischievous: “You two hold him down and I’ll get my applicator brush.”
There was a scramble when Harry jumped into the pool to escape, but with three pursuers he was soon cornered. Once captured, they carried him down to the potions lab and stripped him of his shorts and boxers. Draco had a tickling potion and whilst the others held Harry down Draco meticulously painted Harry’s engorgement. Draco was very thorough using the brush lightly on all the folds and crevices. Even before the weak potion took hold Harry had paid a creamy forfeit as a result of stimulation by the brush’s soft bristles. He was carried outside onto the lawn and freed. This started the next phase of the game.
Harry became intent on quenching his dick and chased after the other three who dodged around. Harry’s finger-pointed Exuero soon had all of them naked as they laughingly scampered out of his way. Galvin was the first to be cornered when he slipped going up some steps. Harry pounced, used his finger to relax and lubricate and had his implement inside the young man before the McLaggen was able to rise. He managed quite a few humping movements before the other two pulled him off. Harry rounded on Draco trying a binding hex, but to no avail, Draco’s shield was in place and he escaped. Berwyn was the next victim; he took to the water in an attempt to escape, so Harry did a flying leap, landing on the McLaggen back. The brother sank, gulping in water, and by the time he had struggled to the surface Harry was ploughing his furrow.
Galvin and Draco jumped in and dragged the reciprocating Gryff of his victim.
“Okay Harry, point made, fuck me instead,” Draco offered.
Harry willingly transferred his attentions and the McLaggen brothers had a ringside view of magely fornication. This excited the two brothers so the Blakes had another loving couple coupling next door.
“That compulsion was nothing like the compulsion from Fortislasciviens, Harry. Even you couldn’t resist the bristle when we painted you, could you?”
“Okay point made, Draco, but I did enjoy the culmination.”
“What about us two, then?” Berwyn pouted falsely.
“I didn’t go the whole way with either of you.” Harry plastered on a lascivious smile: Perhaps if I were to bed you properly, I could make a comparison?”
SMACK! “No you don’t Lover; that gorgeous implement belongs in my posterior, not anyone else’s.”
“Is that a foretaste of our fun to come, Lover?”
They dissolved into laughter, and Kreacher popped in. He gave their shining boners a disapproving look and announced dinner.
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