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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}]
~~~ CONSIDERATION ~~~
Narcissa was next.
After he had finished work, she got Draco by himself in her sitting room at Grimmauld Place:
“Draco darling; now that Harry has had his way with Ginny, what about you and Astoria trying something. You both come from good bloodstock and it’s not as if I enjoyed your father’s attentions to have you. Both of us felt it was our duty and it took time for our magics to agree. He had a cruel streak, as you know, not at all to my liking, but I endured it. He went off after new sensations and landed the family in a pretty pickle. I am very thankful that you and Harry got me out of that awkward situation. The Malfoy name used to be respected, that’s why I was told to marry your father. It put two illustrious names in conjunction. Now you have redeemed our standing somewhat; however, the crowning glory would be a properly raised heir, not by cruelty but in a loving environment. Astoria would make a dutiful wife and your foursome would provide a positive atmosphere in bringing up your successor. I’d love to be a granny, you know.”
“Are you in league with Arthur and Kingsley, Mother?”
“I beg your pardon? Oh! So they’re offering you promotion, are they? I’d heard rumours from committee colleagues, you know. That makes it more imperative doesn’t it, Darling? Is Harry going to be the new Chief Auror or are you?”
“I’d be Head of a new Forensic department, if we accept. We’re going to talk to the girls about it.”
“That is a change from my two ostrich-head sons’ normal attitudes. Welcome to the real world of politics.”
“We are trying to be honest in our dealings, Mother. Harry would have a fit if he thought we were being underhand. You know what Gryffindors are like.”
“But you’re a Slytherin, Darling. They’re pragmatic to a fault. Anyway, I think you two were underhand in the way you played Quidditch recently; passing secret messages like that.”
“How did you find out?” Draco blurted and then mentally kicked himself when he saw his mother’s expression change imperceptibly.
“I didn’t; it was a guess, but now I know, don’t I? It was most un-Slytherin of you to be caught out by such a simple ruse, darling. Are you losing your facility?”
“It’s Harry’s good influence, Mother. Just to put the record straight, we did tell the other side what we were doing. That’s why their Seeker followed Harry round like an airborne lap-dog. Their manager conceded that it was Harry’s reverse loop that was the winning move. Before you ask, we’ve not done it again because we have had simultaneous matches following that Saturday. Dean says that a lot of money was lost on that first match.”
“Yes, darling; none of ours, fortunately. Some of our less scrupulous friends are smarting somewhat. Not that they’d let on, of course. The Travers’s were serving decidedly cheap wine at their last soirée a couple of days ago and the surviving Nott’s could only afford a private coming out party for their youngest daughter. I have a feeling that your father, wherever he is, is smarting. Those two families were his eyes and ears over here, so any money placed was probably his, and I surmise that they jumped on the bandwagon thinking he knew something that others didn’t. I’m glad you and Harry queered his pitch,” Narcissa finished, with a spiteful glint in her eyes.
“Interesting epithet, Mother! Especially where Harry and I are involved,” Draco had an enigmatic smile.
“Sorry, Darling; it must just have slipped out. Oh! I say! A double pun? I must guard against such sayings in future.” Narcissa pretended to be aghast.
“I think Harry’s influence is affecting you too.”
“Probably; I like him very much, now I know him properly. Then again, I no longer have to toe your father’s malign line anymore, do I? You won’t forget to discuss the pragmatic approach with Harry, will you?”
“No Mother, I won’t.” A worried and slightly defiant Draco escaped through the Portal to Chantry Cottage.
~~~ TUESDAY ~~~
When Draco arrived at Toppers Wallow, Harry was swimming nakedly in the pool by himself. Draco stripped off and dumped his clothes in one of the deck-chairs and then bomb-shelled into the water.
“You look a bit fed up, Lover,” Harry said as he hugged Draco after their usual greeting kiss.
“It’s Mother; she’s joined Kingsley and Arthur in their crusade to have us married off.”
“Auntie Molly’s been at Ginny and Tor about it too, so Tor told me and hour or so ago. Isn’t it great? The Healer says that Ginny’s fully recovered and she’s home again. She was getting a bit frustrated by Auntie’s smothering mothering.”
“So you’ll no longer be a Seeker anymore?”
“Just for one more week and; well; I like the flying and the fun, but I’ll be glad to get away from the showbiz side. I had my bellyful of that after putting Voldie away. That means I can come and watch your last match, doesn’t it?
“With extras?”
“No! Definitely not. We did that once only, to defeat your father’s machinations. We can hardly tell the other side, can we? It would throw into doubt the first match’s results, wouldn’t it? Besides; you got to watch me playing, I want to watch you, you’re so graceful and sexy in the air.”
“Only in the air?” Draco looked archly at his amour.
“Well …” Harry looked slyly at his mate: “in bed maybe … in the shower passable … in the Jacuzzi interesting … but in the swimming pool overwhelming.” Harry’s hands were already pleasuring his partner and he had quickly manoeuvred himself to an inserting position.
Draco was equally overwhelmed and pushed back as soon as he felt Harry at his entrance. Harry gasped as he felt Draco’s still tight tunnel encouraging his penile predilection. After seven years the glory of copulation had not worn thin, if anything there were extra thrills, borne out of many experiments and knowing what nuances pleased the partners most. The buoyancy of the water increased their loving feelings towards each other and Harry’s hand kept time with his own urgings, so that both of them came simultaneously. The broonies were there ‘blob fishing’ as usual
“Was it as good as with Ginny?” Draco queried, as they recovered.
“You’re at least a hundred times better, Honey. Anyway I was concentrating on you, once you’d got your slow arse inside that bubble.”
“Mr Potter; are you being crude again?”
“No more than usual, Mr Malfoy. You were the one who was asking.”
“So could you do it again, so’s to get an heir and a spare?”
“You’re seriously considering it, aren’t you?”
“I s’pose I am. Mother said she only went with Lucius in order to produce me. I wonder who was so nauseated that they didn’t produce another. Probably Mother, she’s fairly scathing about Father’s abilities. Not that I’d ask her outright, ever.”
“Well it wasn’t totally sickening with Ginny; she did all the work, I just splashed out a few times. I discussed it with Ernie; he says that we mages don’t procreate as easily as muggles, our magic fights, even if we are enjoying the fuck. He does think, however, that Ginny is likely to become pregnant because of the green magic that surrounded us. He says it has a resonance with the green magic in us both.”
“We cannot let Ginny have a baby out of wedlock, that’s the ultimate sin in our wizarding world. Worse even than homosexuality or being single. She’d be ostracised everywhere she went. And as for you, for not taking up your responsibilities, the Wizengamot would have you sacked from the Ministry and a social pariah to boot. They might even table a censure motion; you never know.”
“Only if Ginny is pregnant and she wants to keep it, though. Come to think of it, I rather like the idea of being a father. It’s quite fun looking after Teddy, isn’t it? Perhaps we could make a better job of it than your parents or my in-laws, more like Uncle Arthur, he gets on well with his sons, doesn’t he?”
“No way am I beating and torturing any kid of ours, not after the way I was treated. Hmm … I suppose Uncle Arthur is a reasonable role model; maybe Millie’s parents or Tor’s, for that matter. Then again, we both enjoy having Teddy around, don’t we?”
“So … If Ginny gets preggers … And they want to keep it … I have to marry her … At least in name; that is … What about you?”
Well … If that’s so … I suppose I’ll have to propose to Tor … I like her … we share the same pure-blood outlooks … and the same quirky sense of humour … even if we didn’t try for kids … It would help our promotion prospects.”
“Having got so far … you’d have two mums and any number of Aunties breathing down your neck about an heir … and possibly a spare. It wasn’t that bad with Ginny for you not to try at least once with Tor.”
“Yes … Well … It’s all supposition at the moment, isn’t it?”
"Yes! And I’m all wrinkly with the water, let’s get out and dry, shall we?”
They climbed out and, as was their usual procedure, dried each other off.
From his favourite perch on the bracket under the bubble, Fawkes had overheard the conversation and approved of their thinking.
“Ginny’s back home tomorrow, maybe we ought to go and see them?” Harry suggested.
“We’d have to welcome her back anyway. Let’s play it by ear thereafter,” his Slyth mate contended.
They dressed and went to the Farmers Arms where the families were congregating to celebrate Dudley’s birthday. The Yates would be out in force as well as the Bulstrodes – Dudley and Millie were now regarded as an item with prospects.
~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~
Astoria opened Bagshot Cottage door when they knocked; ducking when Fawkes flew past them onto his normal perch by the fireplace.
“Hi Tor, is Ginny in?”
“Are those chocolates for me?”
“They’re our welcome home present for Ginny.”
“No doubt we’ll all share them.” Astoria gave a wry smile to Draco. “Come in, do.”
Ginevra looked quite well and was pleased with the present and the brotherly kisses from her closest male friends. In the end it was Astoria and Draco who ate most of the chocolates.
“What is it with aristocratic pure-bloods, Harry?” Ginevra asked, watching the two patricians attacking the sweet-box. “They must have an energy deficiency syndrome or something. We’d be sick if we guzzled them like that. Thanks for standing in with the team, GG was most pleased. It looks as though Ron might continue a little longer; his hip doesn’t seem to be bothering him. GG will have to find another Keeper; our reserve has too many nerves to play in the league. I don’t know why he was ever chosen in the first place.”
“I’m pleased for Ron. Being in the limelight again brought back too many of my painful memories. I had to watch every move in case I slipped up. People expect too much of me when I’m performing in public. Being an Auror, I can deal quietly with things. The prestige helps there because I’m dealing with individuals, but I feel so inadequate in crowds.”
“So you’re doubly pleased that I’m back in the running?”
“You bet.”
Draco and Astoria had been holding their own conversation whilst Ginevra and Harry were chatting. Being pragmatic Slytherins they had already broached the subject of partnerships.
“… Ginny and I have discussed this, Draco. If she’s preggers, then we’d like to keep the baby if at all possible.” Were the first words Harry and Ginevra heard.
“Aunt Sissy came to see me in hospital, Harry. She explained about both your promotion prospects.” Ginevra pretended to grimace.
“Mam Bronwyn and Da are still going on at us about doing our brood-blood-duty, too. Mam Molly’s almost as bad,” Astoria added.
“Minerva and Poppy had a go at us a few days ago – stressing the need to rebuild the magical gene pool; after so many deaths in the battles.”
“So …” Draco stood up in front of the fireplace in his best Paterfamilias manner. “Do we agree that some form of marriage contract might be possible in certain circumstances?”
“It wouldn’t harm your promotional prospects, even if Ginny isn’t preggers; would it?” Astoria put in.
“That sounds too commercial to me.” Harry winced as he said it.
“Don’t be daft, Harry.” Ginevra aimed a playful punch at him. “You’re still attached to muggle ideals of romance and idealism. I bet Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia don’t believe in all that tosh. Dudley’s their heir and, in a way, you’re their spare. At least, now you get on better with them. I’d heard that their marriage was arranged.”
“Yes it was, Ginny. However, their supposed domestic bliss, when they were bringing me up, is not one I would want to wish on anyone. Dudley was spoiled rotten and I was abused. I think Uncle got his kicks from tormenting me.”
“So …” [Harry thought Draco still looked noble standing warming himself in front of the fireplace] “What are we saying? Marriage come what may; to stop people bleating. Or wait to see if Ginny is preggers.”
“We’re now known to have fucked publicly. The Ministry, as usual, is unable to keep secrets.” Harry blushed at the thought. “In a way that compromises Ginny immediately. That said, I’d like to openly declare my partnership with Draco. The establishment can’t have it all their own way. I don’t like compromise but, as my dear partner’s Mother keeps reminding me, we have to be pragmatic and live in the real world.”
“How about we have a joint ceremony?” Astoria looked hopeful. “Get John to conduct it. He can do the legal niceties as well. As soon as we’ve been hitched we have a partnership blessing, say all of us holding hands and exchanging rings, or something. Those friends and family who are really close will know what we really mean. Those who are only interested onlookers are already used to us going about as a foursome and will think it slightly odd, but nothing more.”
“We’d have to be seen to be living together, as well. If you two could put up with living at Chantry Cottage, you’d be most welcome.”
“Thanks Harry, we almost live there as it is. However, we do have some things of our own that we’d like to keep.”
“How about us converting one of the double guest rooms into your boudoir/study and you having the other one as your bedroom. If we removed the bathroom attached to the boudoir there’d be as much private space as we have in our study and potions lab.” Draco rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet.
“And if children appear, the upper guest rooms over the flatlets could be adapted for them,” added Harry. “What do you think?”
“Your double guest room’s slightly bigger that our bedroom, and with the extra bathroom gone that would be enough for our private space, not that you’d be entirely excluded.” Astoria grinned at Harry.
“Neither would you be kept away from the basement. You already use the lab for making your horse cures and rubs, don’t you?”
“Yes, Draco, I do.” Astoria looked round quizzically: “so what’s next?”
“Do you want us to be all romantic and ask formally?” asked Harry.
“Don’t be silly. My parents’ parents swapped contracts and I bet yours did too, Draco.” Astoria gave Harry a slightly disdainful look.
“I never asked, but I did see the outside of their betrothal contract once in my father’s safe, so I suppose they did.”
“Mum Molly said that they had a contract, but they loved each other as well, before that.” Ginevra put in.
“It seems to me that we’re going ahead regardless of whether Ginny is preggers or not. Is that true?”
“YES, HARRY,” the others replied in unison.
*At long last*! remarked Fawkes from his perch on the mantelpiece: *Why do you humans take up so much time making up your minds? It’s been written in the stars for years*.
“Fawkes says he approves too,” Draco stated whilst Harry blushed.
“I wonder …”
“What do you wonder Ginny?”
“One of the things that were holding Ron and Hermione back was lack of a suitable house. Bagshot Cottage belongs to the Weasley family, that’s how we got it. If we move out, then they could have this place, couldn’t they?”
“Wonderful idea Ginny.” Harry looked very enthusiastic: “Maybe we could have a triple wedding. What do you think?”
“It’d get around Ron’s touchiness about finance. Not only about the house but the shared reception expenses etc.” Draco looked at Ginevra: “You’re not as touchy as Ron is; are you?”
“I have a thicker skin, if that’s what you mean Mr Malfoy.”
Draco looked worriedly at Ginevra, who held her imperious look for about a minute before the sides of her mouth twitched into a devilish smile.
Everyone laughed at Draco’s discomfiture, including him.
“You had me there Ginny,” Draco said between chuckles: “Just for a moment I heard echoes of our many spats when we were students.”
“Nice to know we can still get a rise out him, isn’t it beloved;” Astoria quirked a smile at her lover.
Draco became all efficiency, organising them to write Owls to their various parents and dispatching Harry to see the Dursleys.
~~~ CHEZ DURSLEY ~~~
When Harry arrived at his Uncle’s home, Dudley and Millicent were visiting.
Harry told them the news.
“Let me get this straight, Harry,” Uncle Vernon harrumphed: “I have to get in touch with Molly and Arthur to arrange a betrothal contract? And here I was just getting used to your liking men. Then there’s Narcissa and another one.”
“I still do, Uncle, Draco’s still the object of my desires. Draco’s and Tor’s parents were consorted in this way. Draco’s didn’t work out, and Tor’s did. The Weasleys had a contract too, but Auntie Molly says they were in love as well.”
“So why do you want to marry Ginny? Isn’t it somewhat deceitful?”
“Sort of! As she’s still head over heels in love with Tor. However, Draco and I had to rescue her from people who had captured her and were about to rape her … … …” Harry continued the story getting redder in the face as he neared its culmination.
The Dursleys burst out in laughter at his predicament. It was not the derisive laughter of yesteryear, but a hugging compassionate demonstration of their feelings for him, Harry joined in, feeling much better.
“So one contract will save Ginny from ostracism, and give you better promotional prospects. The other one will bind you to Draco, is that correct?”
“Yes Uncle.”
“I think we should have had a written contract when we got married, Vernon. The magical world seems to have things like this better organised.”
“Yes Petunia, I agree. Listen to me, praising Harry’s world, you wouldn’t have caught me doing that a decade ago, would you?” Vernon’s half-smile was self-depreciating.
“Now I understand what your parents were on about, Millie.” Dudley put in.
“Your tests showed you had the magical gene; so now, can we go ahead, Dudders?”
Dudley was more formal, out of his back pocket came a small black box and he knelt in front of his beloved: “Millicent Bulstrode, will you marry me, please?”
“Yes! I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”
Both of them fell into a deep kiss.
“I suppose I have three contracts to organise now.” Vernon sighed melodramatically, but the twinkle in his eye almost matched the one that Dumbledore used to have.
“Um … Dudders and Millie … Um … How about a joint ceremony … Um?”
“What do you think, Dearest?” Dudley asked, staring into his beloved’s eyes.
“Sounds like a nice idea, Sweetheart. Perhaps we should ask Mater and Pater first. Ooh … I’d better go and owl them immediately.”
~~~ THURSDAY ~~~
“Did Harry kneel and propose properly, Ginny?”
"No Mum. It’s a business arrangement, hence the contracts. You know we’re deep friends, all four of us. This just regularises our foursome’s relationships. Dad will have two contracts to make, one with Uncle Vernon and another partnership one with Da Greengrass. Now do you see?”
“Not really! So he’s saving you from ostracism then. Bloody Gryffindor misplaced courage!”
“He gets promotion prospects out of the arrangement, too, Mum. I thought you’d be pleased for us.”
Molly heaved a big sigh: “Yes I suppose I am. Pity it wasn’t so romantic. I can still see your dad on his knees when he proposed to me. Mind you it was only flowers that he gave me. The ring came when our families exchanged contracts.” Molly showed her daughter the thin ring with a minute diamond in it and sighed again.
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