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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- 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}]
(Enforced anal intercourse, slavery, mutual masturbation, involuntary ejaculation.)
~~~ VOLDEMORT ~~~
'At least Cedric died fulfilled' Harry thought as he struggled out of the relaxing bindings that tied him to the dead man and fought down the retching feeling inside. After five minutes, he stood and noticed that his friend's corpse was slowly re-clothing itself.
"Boy, Come here!" Harry turned, still displaying his blocked erection, dripping in Cedric's final release. "Wormtail, use the lubrication to give my slave a thorough reaming."
As Harry objected to being called a slave, his third blocked-eruption took place and his balls swelled with unspent spunk.
"Yes Master." Peter wiped his squirming worm all over Harry's body.
Harry should have felt disgusted, instead he was intrigued and excited at the sight. Dripping with dead-man's sperm it wriggled inside the brunet. Harry soon found out why Cedric had smiled dreamily. The worm went further in, creating that comforting feeling most of us have before visiting the lavatory - only this was much, much better than that.
Voldemort had Wormtail lay Harry on a table top tomb to continue the process. The victim lay there, with his eyes closed, wantonly displaying his wares for anyone to inspect and touch.
"When one of the Malfoy clan touches you, you will lust after them and may squirt once for a cousin and all over anyone in the direct line!" Harry felt Voldemort's wand touch his balls.
Upon opening his eyes, he found out that Peter had finished, although the wanton feeling continued. Voldemort cast something else and Harry was returned to the gravestone and secured legs-up once again. He remained naked, and hard, and on display. Then Voldemort pressed the dark-mark on Peter’s arm.
Upon landing, most of the minions looked longingly at the displayed youth and were encouraged to touch. Most went for Harry's unmentionable parts, some even unzipping preparatory to entering him; not that Voldemort allowed that. Harry did squirt a few times and Voldemort identified the lesser Malfoys easily.
Lucius was last: "I see you have the Boy, My Lord. Is he dead yet?"
"Unzip and touch his pucker, Lucius."
"Are you sure My Lord?"
"Still doubting my instructions, Lucius? Exuero Te!"
Lucius was now naked except for his mask and a jeering crowd saw his penis grow to full stature, leaking at the end. He approached Harry carefully. As he touched the boys arse-hole Harry felt suction and the whole of Lucius disappeared inside. Harry jerked forward, kissed the mask's lips and released his pent-up load all over the naked paterfamilias. Lucius staggered back, removing his prick from Harry's hole and bending over to retch. Harry was released, yet again. Something inside him wanted vengeance, and his big dick pushed its way inside the bending Lucius's unprepared pucker.
The death-eater screamed and stood upright with the youngster in full-fuck mode behind him and raucous laughter surrounding them.
"Does that answer your question, Lucius?"
"Yes, My Lord, how do I get him off me? I seem to have lost my wand."
"I have it in my hand, Lucius. I shall borrow it until I find a better one. I think the best course would be to relax and let my slave work out his lust for you."
"But, My Lord ..."
"... On that flat tombstone, just there, so we can appreciate the action; after all you were late answering my call and I expected a speedier response from you."
Lucius looked resignedly at Voldemort and carried the humping Harry over. He lay face down, grimacing as his cock was rubbed on the rough stone.
"My Lord, tell him to stop; the stone is abrading my skin."
"You must ask him yourself."
"Boy, stop fucking me!"
"No!"
"I did say ask, Lucius."
"Please, Harry, stop fucking me?"
"No ... This one's for Hagrid whom you got arrested," Harry gave an extra hard shove.
"Please, please?"
"No ... This one's for Dumbledore, who lost his job."
"I'll pay you to stop."
"No ... This one's for Dobby, the elf you mistreated." By this time, Harry was shoving in each time he said a syllable. As the pleadings and denials proceeded he also noticed a black silk band around Lucius's neck; it was as wide as his slave collar and resembled it. Harry thought through the magic he had been given and found the undoing charm. Not sure he could do it without a wand, he had a go. To his surprise, it worked.
"This one's for Draco the son you tormented."
Harry made a figure of eight with the silk band and used it to slide the slave collar around Lucius's neck; whilst reciting the political shenanigans Lucius had been up to.
Voldemort was intrigued by how much Harry knew and how much Lucius had been up to. So, he did not notice the change of collar, or the glamours that made the collars resemble each other. Lucius was too far gone in pain to notice. Voldemort was stroking Harry's reciprocating bum and musing that Lucius really had been about his [Voldemort's] business, after all.
Eventually, after three emissions, Harry started to flag, both in revelations and energy.
"Get up, Boy."
"Yes, My Lord," Harry hoped the change of title was unnoticed.
"Get dressed and go over there to recover. Wormtail will look after you."
Peter understood the double meaning. So, as well as casting recovery charms he cast restraining hexes. Harry sat quietly wondering what would come next and watched Voldemort quiz each death-eater as to what they had been doing. Sometimes he would commend them, occasionally Crucio them, but mostly he would have his hands inside their trousers playing openly with their genitals. Approval was a satisfying emission; disapproval were several sharp slaps and the death-eater concerned curling up in agony.
Harry tried to store up the information he so gained.
Then it became time for the duel and Harry's escape with Cedric's body.
Harry disapparated. In his anger, Voldemort tried a choking hex on the collar and Lucius collapsed. Voldemort realised what had happened and thought admiringly: 'You'll make a very worthy opponent, Harry,' meanwhile releasing Lucius; commending him for the chaos caused in his lord's absence. Lucius was wise enough not to reveal that he had made money out of the transactions, too.
~~~ CONSEQUENCE ~~~
Upon landing, there was the reported fuss. In the curious crowd was Draco and Harry spotted him; instantly sporting an aching boner.
Dumbledore, observant as usual, saw the bulge, but not the attractive person who caused it: "I think I can help you with that, Harry. If not, Poppy can," and drew Harry's over it cloak to hide it.
After the revelations about Moody/Crouch. Followed by the revelations in Dumbledore’s office; an exhausted Harry followed the Headmaster to the matron's domain and flopped into a bed.
Later, the headmaster and Harry were talking: "Voldie must have forgotten about magic and gauging. You said you felt an upsurge in your magical core, did you?"
"Yes Headmaster."
"Mmm ... Do you think you might move a chair by thinking at it?"
Harry concentrated and half a dozen chairs plus two beds rose into the air.
"Very impressive ... put them down again, please. I think you should not reveal that to anyone, always use your wand, not even to your friends. Now what about your reproductive equipment? What caused the sudden erection ... Mmm?"
"I think the sight of Draco Malfoy, Sir." Harry groaned as his meat expanded.
"Mmm that fits ... I think that Voldie has put a kind of geas on you. I must say that you fucking the daylights out of Lucius has much amusement attached to it. I bet he was furious."
"And very sore."
"Well ... it is rather large, isn't it?"
"And on his front. I had him over a stone grave."
Dumbledore chuckled: "Poppy has a pill that will help. But we'll need a sample."
"Sample?
"Yes ... Of your seed." Dumbledore saw Harry looking puzzled: "Uncover yourself and think of fucking Draco or Lucius."
"Um ... It has already expanded, Sir."
"Ah! ... So, it has ... Quite magnificent ... Yes ... Quite magnificent.
The Headmaster watched as Harry closed his eyes and fingered his finial. It only took a couple of minutes.
Dumbledore collected up a sample and vanished the rest: "Which one was it?"
"The son, Sir. He's more presentable."
"I think you should wear a quidditch box all the time. It will hide your impressive equipment when you catch a glimpse of Blondie. Now go to sleep."
Harry went out like a light. He woke up sometime next afternoon to find Hermione and Ronald sitting by his bedside.
"Is Voldemort really returned?"
"Yes, Hermione, and organising the death-eaters at a certain Manor."
"I bet Malfoy's chuffed about that."
"Ron, we were asked not to mention that name."
"I don't see why not. Another of Dumbles petty restrictions, no doubt."
Harry sighed: "Ron, do you know what a geas is?"
"Yes, a sort of fate, forcing someone to do what they don't like."
"Well, father's or son's name will set off my geas, so does seeing them. And now you've set it off."
"I can't see any difference."
Harry sighed yet again: "I s'pose you'd better find out from me. Sorry Herms, but you've seen it before." Harry pushed down the bedclothes, to reveal the quidditch box, [like a cricket box but with a groove to accommodate the broomstick]. He undid the fastening and revealed his crimson cock, already leaking.
"Does Ginny know? I'm sure she cannot accommodate one that size!" Hermione stared, open mouthed.
"Wow Mate! You'll be the envy of all the boys in our dorm."
"Yes ... Well ... Excuse me ... I have to work it off ... Oh ... Too late." Both of his friends watched as Harry squirted his seed onto his stomach and then issued a cleansing charm.
"There's some on your glasses, Harry."
"Thanks Herms."
"Does it normally subside so quickly, Ron's doesn’t?"
"No idea ... Probably because you're still nearby stimulating him."
Ron snorted and pulled a disgusted face: "You mean that Draco Malfoy stimulates you?"
Harry immediately sprung another boner.
"Ronald, you forgot." Hermione scowled.
"Sorry Harry. I didn't think it was possible to lose and regain a hard-on that quickly."
All Harry could do was giggle and his appurtenance jiggled around in response. That was enough to create another pool of seed on his belly.
"That one didn't squirt as far," remarked Hermione, clinically; drawing out her notebook.
Both males collapsed laughing, which gave Harry time to clean himself and re-cover his now slack but scarlet cock.
Hermione looked up from note-taking: "So ... under the box it won't show, when you see Blondie and you can clean yourself up quietly ... Hey ... I didn't hear you send the charm ... Harry?"
"Dumbles asked me not to tell anyone, but I gained some extra magical abilities when Voldie fucked me and expanded my cock."
"Wow Mate ... Silent, wandless magic is very, very rare ... Don't worry we'll not let on that we know."
"I s'pose it figures, gauging, is the opposite reaction. Very useful when that bloke comes by. Is it continuous when he's in class with you?"
"No idea, Herms. Not had a class with him yet."
"So that's why Dumbles changed all the schedules," Ronald brought out his paperwork: "Just potions and History now with Slytherin ... Anyway, you haven't told us what happened with Voldie or why Cedric's dead.
So, Harry shared his memories with his friends, plus two more stimulations when it came to Lucius's story.
~~~ DORMITORY ~~~
The next problem was Harry's dorm mates.
As one would expect, they had to know. Neville took it with a shrug and carefully avoided Draco's goings-on as a subject when Harry was around. Ronald forgot occasionally and so did Dean. It was Seamus who kept quiet the longest, mainly because he did not believe what Harry said about Voldie and ignored Harry completely. However secretly he ogled Harry's long dong whenever it was visible. Eventually he came around especially as his close companion, Dean, refused to co-habit his bed. Once he had apologised to Harry things settled down giving Harry as much privacy as possible.
Things became interesting one day, when Seamus forgot that Harry was in the bathroom showering, and opened the door, still talking to Dean.
"... Malfoy did what?" drifted through the door in Dean's voice.
"Never mind that; come and look at this, Love."
"My, my, that's a big one, Harry."
Two gay guys were ogling Harry's hard-on.
"No wonder you wanted privacy. Were you playing with it?"
"No Dean, I heard you say a trigger word."
"Eh?"
"Voldie put a geas on me. Whenever I hear a Malfoy mentioned I go hard ... Oh bugger ... I've said it too." Harry danced around the shower room lewdly displaying himself and trying to come.
For some reason, he could not and after five minutes of hot reasoning he had an idea: "Um, Seamus, would you like to wank me, please?"
"What, play with that monster? And how,"
Almost as soon as Seamus touched it, Harry came, but his erection did not subside. So, Dean had a go. It took a bit longer but Harry was relieved. As a finale, he watched his two chums mutually pleasing each other, but without undue stimulation. Of course, Harry had to explain more things in detail, including what happened to Draco's father - without mentioning their names.
Unfortunately for Harry, that was the start of the rumours. He suspected it was Seamus, but had no proof. Some of the more overt poufs came over and felt him up. All they got was a handful of quidditch box and a disappointed look, but there were whispers and odd looks as well - They eventually subsided, but not in Draco's mind. Malfoy pride was at stake. Surely his father was not gay, and definitely not a bottom. Every one of his father’s utterances about such things to Draco was about finding him a suitable wife. But that worry niggled on even after the Sectumsempra incident.
~~~ TRAIN AGAIN ~~~
Harry was still under the weather when they were on the train going to London; he was worried that no publicity had been given to Voldemort’s return, and what it really meant. He was also jittery about returning to Privet Drive and not looking forward to Dudley’s bullying and his uncle’s punishments. Draco, Vincent and Gregory were the last straw. He was greatly relieved when his friends and the twins all combined to put the annoying Slytherins out for the count.
Once they had recovered, with Pansy’s help, from the hexes the Slyths went to collect their trunks and chattels. Vincent was furious about what had happened and threatened Draco with all kinds of tortures if he breathed a word of it to Crabbe Senior. Draco had no intention of revealing his defeat to anyone, especially his vindictive father, so he was quite happy to promise the two oafs that he would say nothing about the incident.
Draco met his Father on the station. Paterfamilias looked paler than usual and had a very firm set to his mouth. He quirked and eyebrow when Draco greeted him and only nodded a greeting.
“So it’s true then?” Draco asked, very quietly: “I thought it was one of Potter’s imaginings, because nothing appeared in the Prophet.”
“Yes, Draconius, it is true,” replied his father, sotto voce: “But we are not to talk of it in public. The Dark Lord wishes to gain more power before he shows his hand. You will be presented to him in due course. No more idle-chatter – we shall apparate home.” And so they did.
~~~ MANOR ~~~
On arrival at the Manor nothing appeared to have been changed outwardly but the atmosphere had altered. To begin with Draco could not put his finger on exactly what it was. Of course, he had to attend his father in the study and strip himself of all the supposedly contaminated clothing. He was gauged, as he expected to be and Lucius was pleased with the improvement of his son’s prick’s dimensions, thus denoting his growing magical prowess. However, there was a nervous undertone to Paterfamilias’s interrogation about his education and his achievements.
“I see the Mudblood has beaten you again, Draconius. This time in two subjects, Potions and Arithmancy; your showing in defence is not as good as it should be, either. You allowed Potter to beat you to first place and only were equal to the despised Weasley scion. That is not good enough, and your punishment will be commensurate.”
Draco quailed at the thought of private tortures to come.
“However, I want you to have a perfect appearance when I present you to the Dark Lord. Therefore, punishment is deferred, it may be that his lordship will want to supervise that punishment, personally.”
“Please Father, I would rather you chastised me.”
“Oh no – part of your discipline will be the contemplation of the exquisite torture the Dark Lord will mete out. Now go and prepare yourself for dinner.”
“I’m not sure I want any.”
“You will do as I say – Crucio!”
Draco writhed around in naked agony for a minute until Lucius lifted the curse.
“Are you going to defy me further, Draconius?”
“No Father, I’ll be a dutiful son. Please, not that again; please?”
“Use the turret stairs to your room, and dress for dinner.”
Draco used the private stairway, relieved that he did not have to show his nakedness to his mother or any of the passing death-eater guests.
For the next few weeks Draco lived in trepidation of Voldemort’s arrival. His father would apparate away quite regularly, but in great secrecy. Draco awoke each morning and asked Sonny, his favourite elf, if the dreaded morning had arrived. To which he received a cautious ‘not yet’ reply. Heaving a sigh of relief, the blond would shower and dress before eating a hearty breakfast with his mother – and occasionally his father. Draco noticed that the strain in his mother’s attitude was worsening alongside his own. At each crack of arrival apparition Draco would quiver in dread anticipation in case his interview was imminent.
On a hot day at the end of July Draco was in the gardens with his mother; their usual afternoon occupation. She was enhancing his green plant communication skills.
“This is the only way you and I can stay sane during the madness which is approaching,” she explained: “Your father seems to have forgotten these pleasures, not that he was as close to nature as are you and I.”
She was interrupted by a series of apparating cracks and Draco felt an increase in the atmosphere of menace. He knew, without any doubt, that Voldemort had arrived.
Narcissa could feel her son’s agitation: “Stay with me until we are called, Darling. Try to concentrate on the plants’ calm. The Dark Lord will only be annoyed if you try and interrupt his conference.”
“Yes Mother, I’ll try.” Draco closed his eyes and tried to recapture the feeling he had a quarter of an hour ago. Even the sendings of the plants were perturbed by the evil emanating from Voldemort’s proximity: “I think I’ll go to my rooms and read, if you don’t mind.”
“Make sure it has an absorbing subject, Darling.”
“Yes Mother, I have the latest R. J. Kowling book to read, and it’s just coming up to an exciting bit.”
“Is she not the author who writes about a young muggle schoolboy at school?”
“Yes mother, it’s fiction you know, some of the things Porry Hatter gets up to are unbelievable. You’d almost think he was a mage.”
“Are you sure it is the correct reading for a pure-blood?”
“All my friends are reading it, and Godfather Severus says that the school will make the book part of the requirements for next year. Professor Penrose is taking our ‘appreciation of expression’ course, this year and has set the book.”
“Well if Severus thinks it is suitable, I will back his judgement. I shall stay here until I am required.”
Narcissa kissed Draco’s cheek and he departed.
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