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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}]
(Snakes sucking off)
~~~ LÉMANIC ~~~
Tuesday Had Harry training aurors and Draco in the Ministry lab. Harry was developing a working friendship with Mackenzie. They seemed to see eye to eye about the training and the way Aurors should work ethically. Some of the older aurors used dubious methods to gain knowledge and once or twice these had been challenged in court by the defending lawyers. Much to the magely policemen’s chagrin the Wizengamot had therefore to discharge the prisoners. Draco and Theodora were developing much the same rapport in the forensic laboratory, both being appalled at the slapdash way in which evidence had been gathered in the past.
They celebrated Astoria’s nineteenth birthday at Number Twelve, being the middle of the week it was a fairly restrained do, but they enjoyed it, nevertheless.
Both Harry and Draco were gaining reputations about being martinets as far as proper procedures were concerned. Although Kingsley approved, some of the older workers felt aggrieved and used their influence with the Seneschals to criticise those methods. When that failed they resorted to more underhand methods, hinting at improper and unnatural sexual liaisons. Quite a few in the progressive party were still straight-laced; never mind the opposition who were definitely homophobic. Whilst Harry fumed about it Draco took a more pragmatic stance and involved Ginevra and Astoria wherever possible. The foursome appeared together at various social occasions, it helped Astoria’s career as a Wizengamot agent and did no harm to Ginevra’s budding Quidditch stardom, either.
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One curious incident happened at Chantry Cottage. It was a Saturday in March when there was no Wizengamot meeting. On the off chance that Harry and Draco might be free Glandulous Dendron and his wife called around. It so happened that our two were relaxing in the pool with about a dozen others of the Dumbledorians.
Kreacher came to the poolside: “Harry, Seneschal Dendron and his wife are here to see you.”
Harry groaned and started to haul out of the water, but Astoria stopped him:
“I have an idea. He’s one of the opposition but still friendly. You and Ginny have a splashing contest. Draco, you and I are to sit on the poolside holding hands, okay?”
Draco grinned: “You get the idea Kreacher?”
“Of course, Draco,” the Reeve also grinned.
A few minutes later Kreacher brought Glandulous and his wife to the poolside, where he witnessed the scene of domestic bliss plus friends. It was also fortuitous that Andromeda arrived with Teddy, who went to Draco and kissed his ‘Unka Waco’ and then Astoria. Without hesitating Teddy removed his clothes and jumped in, going to greet Harry and Ginevra in much the same fashion.
Harry looked up at Glandulous: “Have you come to join us? You’d be most welcome.”
“Really I had come to see how my son and my ward were coming along.” Glandulous had two expressions warring on his face, one of stern disapproval and one of delightful remembrance: “Do you always swim nakedly?” The question was meant to sound shocked, but it emerged querulously.
“Here and at my London home, always. Elsewhere, then it depends. We think it breeds openness between us; there’s nothing to hide and nowhere to hide it.”
There was a splash and Mrs Dendron spoke from the water: “Come along Glandy, don’t you remember the times in Kynance Cove.”
Glandulous blushed: “Yes I do, quite vividly, that’s where Amicus was conceived.”
“Yes, but that didn’t happen until after we’d bathed, My Love. Landy and his wife were with us, if you remember.”
D: *Glandy and Landy … sounds like an entertainment group; she’s in quite good shape for a fifty-year old*.
H: *Um … so is he*, replied Harry, as Glandulous jumped in.
The two Dendrons started to swim lengths leaving Harry and Ginevra continuing their swimming lesson with Teddy. Later on, sitting naked on the poolside deck-chairs, D&H and the Dendrons had their chat about Amicus’s and Gareth’s progress.
The real payoff came a few weeks later on, in the Wizengamot.
There had been a very heated debate about some reform or other. There was an amount of dirty sniping and innuendo floating around the chamber. One member, whom Harry knew had a number of liaisons going on, made a particularly homophobic remark about Harry.
Glandulous stood: “Madam Mugwump, I strongly object to Seneschal Orrington’s sleazy remarks about our hero. I may not agree with him on many points, but to descend to the kind of remarks Orrington makes is beyond the pale. My goodwife and I have seen the healthy regard Seneschal Potter-Black has for his body and for the morals of those around him. He is young yet; many of us were not married until we were at least seven years older than he is at the moment. He has responsibilities which he shares with his close friends including Seneschal Snape-Malfoy. When I called round to his house recently Harry and Ginevra Weasley, the Harpies player, were in the pool teaching his godson to swim. Draco and Wizengamot Agent Astoria Greengrass were sitting poolside watching them and discussing Wizengamot business. A more domesticated scene I have not witnessed recently, much better than the sexual scuttling that goes on in a certain Seneschal’s house.” Here Glandulous, glared pointedly at Orrington.
The Mugwump tapped her hammer: “I agree with Seneschal Dendron. Seneschal Orrington, please keep your remarks pertinent to the debate in hand. If you continue to make scurrilous innuendo I shall personally implement a censure motion to deprive you of your seat and replace you with a family member who has a less polluted attitude.”
At lunch later, Harry thanked Glandulous for his support.
“He hasn’t a leg to stand on, Harry. He cheats on his wife with a couple of doxies and he has a special arrangement with one of the aurors who has used doubtful methods to obtain evidence.”
“Is that special arrangement illegal, if so he has to be disciplined?”
“You misinterpret what I meant, Harry. Immoral, possibly because he is not true to his commitment to his partner and she suffers because of it. His extra-marital dalliances fall on both sides of the fence.”
“I understand; it’s someone who projects his own faults onto others, and then castigates them. That’ll help us deal with him next time.”
~~~ BIRTHDAYS ~~~
The first and second of April brought George’s twenty-third birthday followed by Teddy’s third, both were fairly low key, bar Teddy’s excitement about his presents.
Apart from that flurry, little of note occurred until the Easter-Beltane School holiday. The Hogwarts Express ran on the Saturday before Palm Sunday, making D&H available fulltime to the Auror Department during Holy Week; but leaving them time for their daily religious observances in the evening until Friday when, after the afternoon Watch by the Cross, they went to see Francis.
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“Right now, I have some news for you, Harry. At long last we have uncovered legal proof that you are Ignotius’s heir and on top of that we have some of the Peverell wills. It seems that Cadmus left all his goods and chattels to Ignotius, most of which were sold, lost or worn out; as one would expect over the hundreds of years that have elapsed since the brothers’ death. One of the most difficult problems was ensuring that no other claimants were alive. We had to trace each set of offspring, Then trace their offspring and so-on down the line; luckily for you each search came to a dead end. The connection was because an only Peverell daughter married into the Potter family five generations ago. Unfortunately, I must report that that branch also petered out bar your father. What this boils down to is this; that you own anything that can be traced to either Ignotius or to Cadmus and all that appears to remain of his is a house somewhere in France. The Ignotius heritage is the estate here, of course, and your cloak.”
“So, Francis, have you traced Harry’s French house?”
“Yes and no, Draco; I have two drawings of it, each one showing the same aspect.” Francis produced two vellums they were totally different.
“This one I suspect is the occlusion, as seen from the lake; and this one is of the chalet without the occlusion. Now … If you look closely the cliffs here and here, are the same ones drawn here and here, so this is where the occlusion is.”
“Very good … But which lake is it? There are hundreds of lakes in France, if not thousands.”
“I agree, but not with this pattern of mountains behind them,” Francis drew with his fingers: “The only other clue we had was ‘the man lake’. It was Hermione that twigged it ‘the’ in French is ‘le’ when it’s masculine and a man is obviously that. ‘Man’ was the next puzzle ‘homme’ is the French and that takes an ‘l’ apostrophe. So we got out a map of France with these ideas in mind. Nothing came up until I moved my hand which had been resting on Switzerland. What we call Lake Geneva is called locally ‘Lac Léman’. Now, I have a friend in Switzerland; so I arranged to go and visit him ensuring that we took a long trip around the lake. Now this is the picture I took. Compare it with the outlines of the mountains and they fit almost exactly; admittedly you have to allow for reforestation and new buildings, but I reckon that this is the place. All you have to do is lift the occlusion.”
“Maybe, all we need to do is pass through it,” suggested Draco.
“Fine … We’ve got a couple of days off next week let's go then.”
“Hmm … Swiss holiday, change of scene, it may have crumbled to dust for all we know. Better not say anything until we’ve investigated.”
“Good idea, Draco
The next day was Saturday and then it was Easter Sunday. Dressed in green, the Blake Mages joined the procession around the parish to bless the seed, followed by a delayed lunch at which Francis gave them details of a decent mages’ hotel in Lausanne and gave them the floo co-ordinates for it once they were within Arithmantic range. Draco reckoned that all of Lac Léman could be reached by floo from the Chateau so Defrag was asked to provide rooms for the pair on Sunday night.
Once established at the Chateau, Draco went to the floo connection and made a call to the hotel. Harry was with him and listened in to the conversation which started out in French. However, Draco became more and more confused when the proprietor seemed not to understand what he was saying.
Harry had an idea: “Draco … Let me try, please.”
“Okay, I’m not getting anywhere.”
“Haben Sie ein Zimmer mit einem Doppelbett für morgen Abend, bitte?”
*Do you have a room with double bed for tomorrow, please*? Draco understood via the link.
“Ja, ich eine haben, werden unter welchem Namen Sie buchen?”
*Yes I have one, under what name are you booking*?
“Harry Potter.”
“Sie sind herzlich willkommen, Herr Potter. Was für ein Privileg zu haben, Sie leben unter mein Dach.”
*You are very welcome, Mr Potter. What a privilege to have you residing under my roof*.
“Haben Sie einen See-Launch für uns, zu mieten bitte?”
*Do you have a lake-launch for us, to hire please*?
“Ja, wir haben einen Start, dass Sie in der Lage zu leihen sind.”
*Yes we have a launch that you are able to borrow*.
“Vielen Dank, werden wir Sie am Morgen sehen um 09.00 Uhr. Auf Wiedersehen
*Thank you very much, we will see you in the morning at 09.00. Goodbye*.
“Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Potter.” The proprietor closed the floo.
“So Harry, where did you learn German?”
“I haven’t really. Uncle Vernon used to watch old war films. And I retained some bits from there. I was intrigued by the bits in German and found an old German tourist phrase book on one of Auntie’s church fête bookstalls. Sometimes I used to pretend I was on holiday when I was confined in the cupboard and had imaginary conversations. The way the syntax works seems to fit with the way Parseltongue is organised. Hermione’s lexicon making has helped too. If he’d replied in non-conventional terms, I’d have been floored.”
Draco chuckled, and gave Harry a quick kiss.
The night at the Chateau was uneventful except for their lovemaking.
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After breakfast the two young mages flooed to the Gasthaus Zauber. Harry had a halting conversation with Mein Herr and confided afterwards that he thought they had been given the launch for the day. Their host accompanied them to the boathouse beneath the small hotel and showed then the rudiments of motors and sails. Things became more complicated, because Harry’s vocabulary did not extend to the description of motors, sails etc. Draco listened in and by hedgehopping words, flailing arms and pointing, the three of them managed to understand most of what was being communicated. Draco also found that some of the terms used sounded almost like their English counterparts. The proprietor came with them on a short trip during which Harry could demonstrate his prowess. After about half an hour Herr Zauber indicated that he was quite content for them to take the boat out on the lake and they returned to the landing-stage. Before the mages departed Frau Zauber brought them a sumptuous luncheon basket which was stowed amidships for later.
Harry and Draco had agreed that going straight over the lake to where the chalet was supposed to be might be a dead give-away, in case the other side had spies watching. So they followed a tourist route that Herr Zauber had suggested. They went east towards Montreux; taking in La Tour Sauvebelin, and the Chateau de Chillon. Not actually going to either place but taking snapshots from the boat. Draco was ecstatic about the Laveaux Vineyards telling Harry about their listing as a UNESCO World Heritage site as well as describing some of the wines – a couple of bottles of which were included in their picnic hamper.
Further out in the lake; whilst partaking of the lavish meal, they admired the panorama of French and Swiss Alps, especially the Rochers de Naye and promising themselves a ride up the railway to the top if they had time. On the French side the two of them made a brief landfall in the mediaeval village of Yvoire before embarking on the real reason of their cruise.
During their time on the lake Harry had developed his inbuilt talent for sailing. Like the Parseltongue gift, it seemed natural, so much so that Draco was content to haul sheets in or pay them out at Harry’s request. Their passage over the water was very smooth as well as making the most of whatever breeze was blowing instead of the noisy motor. Sailing the Sirius around the Scillies had habituated them to their roles.
From their lakeside bedroom they had identified the most likely cliffs by using the binoculars provided and matching the vellums plus Francis’s photographs. Pulling away from the landing stage at Yvoire, the two mages crossed the bay and followed the coastline eastwards, as though heading back around the curve to Montreux. After about an hour they came to the escarpment that looked like the place indicated. It appeared to be a sheer cliff with a small boathouse at the bottom. Nearby was a small waterfall. Nothing spectacular, it was just a gentle trickle among the green growth on the cliffs.
“Now what do we do?”
“Let’s head for the waterfall. Perhaps there’s a way in behind it.”
“You’ve been reading too many one Knut adventure stories, Harry.”
“Okay Mr Supercilious, d’you have a better idea?”
“Not really, let’s try yours.”
“Hey, Draco, the waterfall isn’t making any ripples where it enters the lake: I bet it’s thaumic.”
“Perhaps your idea wasn’t as ridiculous, after all. Steer slightly left, there’s a ledge next to the boat house with what appears to be the ‘hallows sign’ on the rock behind.”
Harry brought the launch carefully up to the landing and Draco stepped out holding the painter. There appeared to be no bollards, but there was a small tree clinging to the rock face so Draco tied the rope to it.
“Now what do we do?”
“Try pointing at the emblem and saying: ‘open,’ in Parseltongue.”
Draco had learned a few snake-words and did so. Both of them jumped when a snake’s head shot out from a small hole beneath the indistinct sign.
#Who asketh entry#?
#I, on behalf of my mate who is Harry Potter, heir of the heirs of Cadmus and Ignotius Peverell#.
#Thou hast a hallow to prove this#?
#The Cloak of Invisibility is mine#. Harry showed the serpent the folded cloak from his place at the tiller.
The snake smelled the cloak with its tongue: #It hath been in other magical hands than yours. How canst thou prove rightful ownership thereof#?
#Um … I’m not sure#.
#Thy seed would confirm thy status#.
#My seed? What kind do you want#?
Draco had been mind-melding: *It wants some of your ejaculate, lover*.
H: *What … I don’t fancy jacking off in public*.
D: *Put the cloak on then and come over here*.
#Thy partner hath the correct modus. He will also have to prove his status#.
H: *I’m coming over Draco, we can do it under the cloak*.
Harry scrambled on to the ledge watched leeringly by the serpent. Draco leaned forward and unzipped his lover, fishing out a rapidly expanding cock. Before Draco managed to get his stroke rate going the snake pounced. Harry’s arousal disappeared into the serpent’s mouth. Its nose pushed Draco’s digits out of the way as it worked all the way down the Gryff’s pink prong.
Another snake appeared, butting Draco’s still unzipped bulge.
Harry smiled wickedly: “What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, Lover,” and revealed Draco’s engorged intumescence.
Now both of them were attached to the rock by their unmentionables. The sensation was very erotic. As well as pulsing around the mages flesh as the snakes swallowed; the serpents’ tongues wriggled inside the boys' urethras. They clung together for support undulating in time to the snake’s ministrations. The mages’ voluptuous vibrations caused their lower clothes and the cloak to descend to their feet, revealing two pert pink bums flexing in time to the serpents’ sucking. The creatures took their time, pausing just before ejaculation was to take place, and working the boys up into a superlative sensation of lubriciousness. Twenty-one minutes elapsed before the milking was complete; by this time the boys’ muscles were weakened; all they could do was support each other, twitching and revealing their bare arses for any nearby sailor to ogle.
#I detect celebrity shunned#, said the first snake.
#Mine tastes of dominance rebuffed#, replied its partner.
#We should confirm that#, the first snake homed in on Draco’s semi-boner.
#I agree#, the second snake suckled Harry’s flagging fidpin back to life.
The two mages collapsed on to the floor. There was not enough room to lie down so they knelt on hands and knees beside each other. The snakes took their time.
Once a second delayed orgasm had taken place, the mages were allowed a further twenty minutes to recover before Harry had enough energy to ask: #Well … Do we pass muster then#?
#Oh yes! We knew almost immediately#.
Draco looked cross.
#So why the delay#? asked Harry, before Draco burst into vituperation.
#It is hundreds of years since we were entertained by such willing participants. We thought that some recompense was due for having had such a long wait. Would you like some more#?
#Not just now, thank you. We were hoping that you would let us through the wards and occlusion so that we can take possession of the residence#.
#Very well … May we visit you in your bedrooms sometimes#?
#Is that a condition for allowing us in#?
#Oh no! It’s just that we enjoyed your young bodies. When one is hundreds of years old one doesn’t get the chance anymore and we know you enjoyed it. You are redeveloping your stalks, just thinking about it, aren’t you#?
D: *C’mon Lover, before they start on us again. The boathouse doors are open and I’m bushed*.
Draco and Harry hurriedly redressed, untied the boat and glided through what appeared to be the entrance to a boathouse. Once they were through they looked back. There was no cliff or boathouse occlusion. Insread there was a grand panorama of the opposite Swiss shore with its mountain backdrop was revealed to them. In front was the house, very much the same as on the vellum's picture.
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They were now entering a triangular basin. On each side were tidy lawns with shady trees upon them; they noticed in passing, that there were well kept flower-beds and rustic outdoor seats in evidence. On the base of the triangle opposite the entrance was a high double pavilioned chalet which appeared to have a tall boathouse beneath its internal open terrace. Each wing appeared to be two storeys high and was backed by a main block which added a further set of windows over the courtyard. The whole edifice was surrounded by trees, beneath which there were narrow sloping gardens down to the basin side.
“It’s bigger than the cottage,” remarked Harry.
“It looks very pleasant, but in an older style that the manor.”
“I wonder how old? Dating back to the three brothers?”
“Possibly, but it’s been refurbished since then. C’mon Harry, get us near that bollard, then I can tie up and we can go inside and see what it’s like.”
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