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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(suggested mutual masturbation)
~~~ ALL-AT-SEA ~~~
It was late when the six-man crew awoke; disturbed by hammering on the hull. Draco rolled out of bed pulled on his trunks and went to investigate. There were a number of mermen banging on the side of the sloop with their fists.
Clamshell leaped out of the water and sat on the gunwale. Draco smiled at him, dropped his speedos and sat next door. They exchanged cock-holds.
*Thank you for last night*, sent Clamshell, *We enjoyed it. No doubt you’ll be back a fortnight after the equinox for another frolic*.
D: *We hadn’t got quite as far as that in our thinking, Clamshell. Seamus was all for a return match today, but we dissuaded him*.
C: *I’m so glad you did, most of us prefer living in the environment we were brought up in. We know of tales of our folk being unhappy living on land and I expect you have stories about sailors coming to live with us*.
D: *That’s what our books tell us, yes. Harry and I enjoyed our fun with you and your mates last night, thank you. I hope you didn’t feel overwhelmed by our linking*.
C: It was amazing. We’re used to feeling what our mate feels, and were expecting to experience what you felt too. But another three as well; that was really something. Nautilus is slightly jealous, because he only had the expected three-way incident. Not to worry … He’ll get over it*.
By this time the other mages were on deck or in the water communing with one of the other mermen.
Harry had jumped in and was standing on a sandbank with his shoulders above the waves connected to Stormwave conducting a similar sort of communication.
S: *I think Clamshell wants to get your mate excited; we may have to separate them if that happens*.
D: *I’m not picking up those kinds of vibes from him at the moment. Is this a courtesy call or are you bringing a message*?
S: *Not a message … Well … Apart from a storm brewing, due here on Monday next … No … Neptune wants you to have one of these each. It’s a special mark of his favour*. Stormwave gave Harry a small packet wrapped in seaweed.
Harry opened it; inside was a fan shaped decorated shell about nine inches across. It had a wavy light blue edging with a deep maroon bubble decoration; the body was marbled in similar colours, at its apex was a small golden disc. It was obvious that the apex was to be displayed point-down in order that the centrally emblazoned golden ‘H’ could be displayed upright. Inside were some soft curved fittings appearing, by their sheen, to be made of mother-of-pearl.
H: *This is very beautiful; I shall display it where it can be most appreciated*. It was obvious from the tone of Harry’s sending that he was unsure what it was.
S: *You have to wear it, Harry*.
H: *Where*?
S: *I have mine with me, let me show you*. Stormwave produced a shell – one of the kind Harry had seen the merpeople wearing at the ceremony.
It dawned on Harry where he was supposed to wear it: *Um … Won’t it slip off when I move around*?
S: *Not if you point your wand at it and say ‘Subnecto Conchum’. At least that’s what Neptune says. He says that if afterwards you touch this golden spot with a finger it will come off or by touching it again it will refasten. Mine does … Look*! Stormwave gave Harry a demonstration.
Harry scrutinised the inside and saw that his cock had to be pointing upwards in order for the shell to fit comfortably. So he settled the shell around his genitalia and pointed a finger: “Subnecto Conchum!” It felt as though a cushion had enveloped his pubic area. He could feel it moulding itself to his contours, the almost pointed base curled under his scrotum to protect his magic inch; also protecting the clip-disc between his thighs. He stood up and shook his body; even trying to prize the shell off … It was very obviously secure. Touching the button had it come off in his hands, replacing the shell and touching the button had it securely guarding his modesty again. There was a larger flute at the top down which Harry could just see the end of his penis and he supposed that this was to allow for different lengths.
Harry sat down again unsure how to communicate with the merman, but supposing he had to poke a finger down the larger flute. He started to aim for Stormwave’s shell, but Stormwave caught his hand, interlacing the fingers and clasping them said:
S: *If we’re both wearing shells, we can communicate by linking hands. It will hold good for twenty-seven weeks’ maximum. After that a carnality must take place in order to renew the bond between the individuals of each race*.
H: *So that’s why Clamshell told Draco he would see him after the equinox*.
S: *How did you know that*?
H: *Because of the connection you experienced last night; it is always present with us. Unless we deliberately cut our mate out … Something I do rarely … We know what each other is doing all the time … It’s part of being a purple couple. Dean and Seamus also share their feelings, but, as a red couple, it isn’t as pronounced*.
S: *What about Galvin and Berwyn*?
H: *They’re brothers who occasionally have fun together. I don’t think they communicate non-verbally*.
Stormwave was shaking with laughter: *Nautilus will be really pissed off, if he gets to know. He thought that by getting the local mages he would have the best deal*.
Harry chuckled, and then looked serious: *Perhaps it would be better if he didn’t get to know, it might stir up trouble in your village*.
S: *Perhaps, but he can be quite obnoxious sometimes*.
H: *Um … Yes … Draco was like that once; when we were at school, but we loved him away from his nastiness*.
S: *Really? Oh … Well, maybe we should try that. Slapping him down hasn’t worked. Thanks for that idea … Well we’d better be going … See you around*. SPLASH!
The first act was to admire everyone’s shells. Draco’s was almost identical to Harry’s but with a golden ‘D’ in place of Harry’s ‘H’; the edge was subtly altered too because the coloration of the bubbles was reversed. The other pairs had those subtle differences too: Dean’s and Seamus’s colour scheme was dark green and aquamarine whereas the two McLaggens was a golden brown with mother-of-pearl.
“This swapping-thoughts thing is quite marvellous,” remarked Berwyn: “We tried it out after the mermen left.”
“Our sendings are clearer, too. Just like when we touch you, Draco,” agreed Dean.
“Um … What happens if we get a hard-on; it’ll poke out of the top?”
“Trust me mate Harry to think of that.”
“Perhaps we have to school our thoughts, Harry.”
“Fine … But sometimes it just happens, doesn’t it?”
Seamus had a naughty grin on his face: “Well, as Harry brought the subject up, he ought ter demonstrate.” So saying he grabbed Harry’s hands and held them behind his back.
Dean was on the same wavelength and started to rub his fingers between Harry’s thighs.
H: *Aren’t you going to come to my aid, Draco*?
D: *You’re in no real danger. Besides, I am interested in seeing what happens*.
The two McLaggens were interested as well. In the end they all found out what happened because once the thoughts had been planted, their libidos took over. The McLaggens’ tips were just below the shell edge. With Dean and Seamus there was a small tip of the dome showing, but with the Blakes the whole of their glans protruded above the rim of the shell. However, a half-tubular shield rose up to protect the extended flesh. It would be obvious to those in the know, but to the uninitiated it would look like an extra embellishment. They removed their shells and each partner set about relieving the tension in his Lover. The results were collected and the scupper-fish called to receive some extra nourishment.
Replacing their shells, they set about breakfast and then started the navigation trials. Much of it was about experimenting with the sails and seeing how close they could run into the wind without luffing. Harry proved the best at handling the sloop with the McLaggens a close second, then came Dean followed by Seamus. To Harry’s disappointment Draco did not seem to have the knack of thinking in curves. With the result that in trying to go to port they went to starboard.
H: *I’ll give you some private tuition, when this lot aren’t gawping*.
D: *Thanks Lover, I just cannot see what the rest of you find so easy. At least I can do the washing up which we left after breakfast*.
H: *Nearer lunch time, I’ll come below and we’ll prepare the meal together*.
D: *Very good … I’ll mop out too*.
A couple of times there was a clatter and a draconian curse from below when the boat heeled over suddenly, and he fell over. True to his promise Harry came to prepare lunch and after the repast the others tactfully stayed below whilst Draco had a private navigation course. He did improve, but was still nervous about steering, so he opted in being most proficient with the lines and sheets. His shield extension came into play during the afternoon. Because they were wearing nothing but the shells, the crew’s pale buttocks were exposed to the sun, so the blond was asked to apply a sun blocking lotion to their buns. Harry carried out that office on Draco and another satisfying cross-wank took place afterwards.
They passed a few other sailing boats and it was interesting to see their crews’ reactions. A few stuck their noses in the air and pretended they had not seen semi-naked men. Most people waved and carried on. That included those who were also in the buff or very nearly so.
They had one set asking where they could buy such items to which Draco replied with some aplomb: “They’re not on sale yet; we’re testing them for the makers. There remain a few wrinkles still to be ironed out.” He pressed the button and the shell fell into his hands: “See what I mean?”
“Oh yes … Very handsome,” replied the lady captain, ogling his attributes before sailing on.
There was another motor launch with a number of macho-looking men on board.
“Gerra looka this lot mates!” shouted the steersman: “A lot o’ nancies wi’ no clothes on.”
Draco bristled, but Harry restrained him.
The oaf’s mates crowded on deck with tinnies in their hands. One of them shouted: “Nice arses, reef yer sails and let us fuck you.”
There were other rude and derogatory remarks as well.
Dean was steering at the time. He looked at them archly: “Get your keks off, mates. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
A couple of them did drop their trousers and Dean made it obvious that he was looking: “Not my type really, duckies, I prefer bigger dicks than those weenie wieners of yours.”
“Iff’n you suck ’em. They’ll grow.”
“Not when you’re so full of beer, they won’t.”
“Bloody queers, we’ll show you.”
The bloke in charge attempted to turn the motor boat in a tight circle in order to follow the Sirius. Problem was that three of his crew were unprepared for the manoeuvre and fell overboard. At least he had the presence of mind to cut his engine and throw lifebelts to them.
“Do you want any help?” shouted Dean.
“Not from a black bugger like you or your shirt-lifter mates.” was the raucous reply accompanied by some very rude gestures.
Harry came up with the duple in hand, and his cloak: “C’mon Draco, they may be obnoxious, but we can’t let them drown.”
Draco sighed: “I s’pose we can’t,” and looked resigned: “Dean, you carry on sailing on this course, we’ll catch up with you.”
They took off and flew unobserved to the place where the motorboat was. From above, without the shine on the waves, they saw a couple of shadows swimming below the splashing men.
D: *I reckon the mermen are out there*.
H: *Yes I agree. That looks like Stormwave; he’s got the stout one’s trousers off. You’d think that the muggles could see the mermen*.
D: *Perhaps they’re only visible to those of us who are magical*.
H: *Now he’s got all his clothes – that one was the rude one that wanted to fuck you. Oh my … Nautilus has hold of his cock … He’s got him hard … Now he’s tying seaweed round it*.
D: *The ones that were with Dean and Seamus have the other two … They’re naked too … Merlin, he tied that tight; his prick and balls are going purple*.
H: *The captain’s just fallen in … Circe … They’ve stripped him already and tied his balls up*.
D: *All four of them are in the water now and the mermen are towing them towards that little island. Silversand has the boat’s hawser and he’s towing it in the opposite direction.
H: *The crew are scrambling up the seashore. Their hands are tied, as well as their paraphernalia*.
D: *Let’s go back, none of them are drowned … I’d love to know what the mermen have in mind*.
H: *Perhaps we can ask them when we get back*.
D: *Yes … Hmm … I rather like wearing my shell on the broomstick it stops the shaft snagging my balls*.
H: *So that’s why I felt so comfortable. Much better than the quidditch box Oliver suggested I wore when I first started. In the end I got used to putting the stick on the side where I did not dress*.
D: *Same here, even then it was awkward … Hmm … I think I might use the shell regularly. It’s obviously a magical item, so, like the stick, it can be summoned*.
Arriving back on deck, the Blakes amused their friends by telling what the mermen had done.
“Your surmise was correct, most muggles can’t see them,” Berwyn informed them: “It’s more to do with belief that actuality – if you believe in them then you see them. If you don’t then you can’t … That’s why Alf can see them and his boss is unable to.”
“There’s more to Alf than that, isn’t there? He didn’t seem unduly disturbed when we passed through the occlusion around your islands.”
“He wouldn’t, he’s the son of a squib who was a McLaggen great-aunt of ours. He lives on his boat, at the boatyard. Every couple of months he goes off to see his French friend somewhere near Biarritz. They met when he was in the marines and his friend was in the resistance during the Second World War. He must be nearing eighty by now,” Galvin chuffed: “You wouldn’t think it by looking at him, would you.”
“Nearer to sixty-five, I’d think,” suggested Dean.
Harry and Draco served lunch as they continued sailing. As the sun was setting Sirius and her crew entered the shelter of the occluded islands and found Silversand waiting for them by the jetty.
Harry jumped into the water and clasped his hand: *What’s happening to the crew you marooned*?
S: *How do you know*?
H: *We were worried that they might drown and we mounted our duple broomstick to keep watch. Not that we needed have worried, you had it all in hand*.
S: *We didn’t see you*.
H: *I have a cloak of invisibility which Draco and I wore, it’s a family heirloom*.
S: *Very useful. I don’t think those muggles saw us either*.
H: *Berwyn told us that only mages and muggle believers can see you … Almost as good as my cloak*.
S: *They just think we’re porpoises. There are lots of stories about porpoises helping struggling muggles. So Neptune tells us*.
H; *Fine … So what’s going to happen to the toughs*?
S; *They had been harassing other peaceable sailors, in much the same way as they did you. They’d already had had a ducking from trying to board and molest a female crew; so we thought to teach them a lesson. Could you accidentally find them sometime tomorrow afternoon, d’you think*?
Harry chuckled: *They’ll be sober by then won’t they. Won’t they be hungry*?
S; *I imagine so, yes. There’s driftwood on the island and some fish filled rock pools, so maybe they’ll have some nourishment. Err … Alf tells us that you have a habit of finding drifting boats. Do you think you could find this one*?
H; *So Alf has a shell. Does he*?
S; *Since his marine days, yes. There’re a dozen or so islanders who are similarly equipped. We choose our friends carefully. Gaston the Gascon, Alf’s friend has one too.”
H: *Are they close friends, then*?
S: *Yes … Just like you and Draco, only much older. My Dad has some tales about them swimming up estuaries and putting limpet mines on Nazi submarines. They know about gillyweed too. Err … My dad and he still share things every six months, you must understand*.
D: *Are you two talking about me*?
S: *Is that Draco*?
D: *Yes, I’m sitting on the landing stage above you*.
H: *Silversand was telling me about Alf and his mate, Gaston the Gascon*.
D: *That name rings a bell … Hmm … Something about Guéthary, I think*.
S: *Ooh I nearly forgot … Neptune would be most displeased if I did not ask. Alf is proposing to sail to Guéthary to see Gaston. Only there’s this really bad storm brewing and he’ll get caught up in it. Could you stop him, please*?
H: *Afraid he’ll be drowned, are you*?
S: *No, he has a stock of gillyweed; we’re more afraid that he’ll lose his home*.
D: *We know he lives on his boat. Very well, we’ll try*.
S: *He’s stubborn, you know. He thinks we’re deriding his sailing skills. It’s only the foolhardy who defy Neptune’s warnings*.
H: *Fine … We understand … I’m getting cold so I’d better get dry and put some warm clothes on. See you around*, Harry let go of the merman’s hand and struck out for shore.
Whilst he was sharing a warm shower with Draco they planned their Alf-strategy.
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Over dinner at Laggen Lodge they chatted about what had happened and planned what to do after lunch on Sunday. Before they turned in at Chantry Cottage, D&H used the portals to go and see Nigèrre.
The Blakes did not hang around after church and the usual Sunday lunch, but ported to Laggen Lodge. There they found a furious Alf shouting at Berwyn and Galvin, who, every time Alf cast off one line reattached the other one to the quay. He was infuriated because it was impossible for him to be at both ends of the boat at the same time.
“These buggering so-called friends of yours won’t let me go, and I shall miss the tide.”
“Good … You are not to sail for the next few days,” exclaimed Draco: “Neptune’s orders.”
“You may not still have the hang of a boat, young man, but I’ve been sailing mine for well over sixty years. True sailors never give in to stormy weather, they just ride it out. And that’s what I intend to do, if ever these two young whippersnappers of mine let me.”
“You’re a recalcitrant son of a squib,” Draco drew himself up haughtily: “You, no doubt, are aware of the powers we possess. Harry and I will have no compunction in using them to stop you being foolhardy.”
“So you are then, I thought you might be. May I remind you that I’m a muggle and you’re forbidden by the statute to interfere with me?”
“Is that so? Incarcerous! Ascendio!”
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